#do not come anywhere near me man. let me be clear: i hate you with a seething passion. you are abhorrent if u are okay w that shit.

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part of why im choosing to post that vent/rant btw is just in case anyone following me is neutral or pro fictional CP. GYEEEET OUTTA HEREEE

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Paloma

(Captain John Price x F!Reader)

Summary: You all go to a club after a mission in Mexico and your drunken words have a sobering impact on your captain.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, daddy kink, embarrassingly drunk reader (no sex while she's drunk), spanking, choking, authority kink (?), age gap, unprotected sex, price gets nassssty

Word Count: ~ 6.3k

(Reader's callsign is Pepper)

I don't own MW2, the characters, or the gif above.

“Pepper. We’re waiting on you. What’s taking so long?” Simon gruffly inquired from the bottom of the stairs. “y/n what are you wearing?” He examined as he questioned your choice of club attire.

“A dress. Duh?” You deadpanned.

“WOAH.” Some of the guys gasped as you walked down the stairs.

“Steamin’ Jesus. Where’ve you been hiding these things?” Soap quipped.   

“You guys are acting like you've never seen me in civies before. They are just legs, come on. Leave me alone suds.” You swatted at the Scotsman that poked at your thighs.

“Pepper. I’ve seen you in civies before but not in a dress. Not this dress” Soap stated while his lips quired into a sly grin. 

“Yeah, I can't say I have either. You look beautiful though.” Gaz affirmed to your left.

“Thanks, Gaz.” You tilted your head in appreciation. Alejandro and Rudy walked in from the kitchen. Ale’s face brightened as he took in your appearance.

“¡Qué hermosa mi amor pero eso no es nuevo para ti!” Alejandro winked at you.  

“¡Gracias Ale!” You smiled as your face flushed with warmth. 

“You look gorgeous, sweet girl.” You looked over to the bench where your captain sat.

“Thank you, Captain.'' You smirked at Price's compliment as you watched his eyes rake down your body. Something about Price stirred things deep inside of you. Like a primal need. A want. A craving. But he’s your commanding officer so that’s all that he can ever be.

 A want. 

You fought the urge to clench your thighs together at his heavy gaze. His baby blues met yours and you felt yourself to suppress a shiver. Get it together.

“Okay let's go before they close the doors on us huh.” You cleared your throat and made your way to the door. 

~~~

You had just finished a massive bust and the team wanted to chill for a bit so you recommended clubbing. Did you recommend this because you miss shaking your ass and wanted to get drunk? Yes. Yes you did. You could only deal with so much testosterone for so long. It wasn’t like you hated being around the guys, you loved them, it was just that you sort of missed the thrill of getting hit on and it actually leading somewhere. The guys flirted with you all the time but it never went anywhere because at this point you were all family. It wasn’t even flirting anymore, it was like getting a compliment from a drunk aunt. 

You missed when flirting had an edge. When it led to you going home with someone and riding them till the sun came up. Some small part of you missed being treated like a girl. You appreciated that the guys saw you as one of them but at some point you have to remember that you have needs… parts you have to have filled. 

Price treated you the same as all of the guys and part of you appreciated it but his “flirting” always had a different air to it. Like he wasn’t trying to rile you up or ruffle your feathers. It was like he wanted you to hear everything he said and take it to heart. Like he meant it. Clubbing could also serve as a distraction from your feelings about the man. It wasn’t fair that he could occupy so much space in your brain. 

So you styled your hair, put on a face, slipped on a cute but always comfortable pair of heels, and a dress that damn near guarantees you’ll get laid. And made your decision to kick back and take your mind off of Price.

~~~

“So… Can I get drunk tonight?” You looked at Price for an answer and batted your mascara covered lashes.

“Why are you looking at me? You’re a grown woman and you don’t need my permission to do things.” Price rasped avoiding eye contact as he gripped the wheel. 

“Okay cool. So then you don't have a problem with me going home with someone tonight?” You probed watching as his hand white knuckle gripped the steering wheel. The men behind you fighting to hold in giggles knowing their captain’s feelings for you that he has yet to admit.

“Now why would I have a problem with that, Pepper?” Sounds like he has a problem with it, you thought. You chuckled and looked out of the window as you watched the stone fences eventually turn to trees. Alejandro’s car in front of you eventually came to a stop outside of the club. All of you regrouped at the door and made your way in. It always felt a little weird being one woman walking in with a gaggle of 6 men on your tail but you’ve been in weirder situations. You grabbed a booth on the far side of the club. Making sure to have easy, clear views of all of the exits. 

“Okay. I'm going to the bar to have a drink. Please don't come over unless you need something. You guys have a tendency to scare… people away.” You laughed and winked as you made your way to the bar. You spotted a handsome man who appeared to be having a drink with his friends and you knew you had to get his name. 

“The huntress is on the prowl, Price. You gonna do anything about that tonight?” Soap questioned his captain with a low whistle.

“Soap. I have no clue what you are talking about.” Price denies.

“Ay dios mio. Captain, you play the fool so well. We all know how you feel about her and I think she knows too. We are in Mexíco. My people do not play when it comes to beautiful women.” Alejandro began as he lifted himself from the booth. “I saw at least four others whose jaws dropped when she walked in. You will miss your chance with her here if you keep being shy.” Alejandro chipped with more bravery than his brothers at the table before he patted Price on the back and made his way over to a beautiful woman he had locked eyes with the moment he stepped foot in the club. 

After a while you got bored of the man you were talking to. He was a beautiful man but lacked any depth and honestly didn't seem like he could do any of the things you need a man to do. You stayed up at the bar and turned back to look at your group's table. Almost all of your group had been dispersed throughout the club. The only ones left at the table were Price and Rodolfo. They seemed to be deep in conversation and enjoying themselves so you smiled and headed to the dance floor. 

You found a group of girls to dance with that seemed to be having a good time and you asked if you could join their group just to dance for a bit and were welcomed with open arms and kisses brought to your face. You missed being like this. It's been ages since you hung out with a group solely made up of women. You quickly learned their names and where they were from. They were from all over the world and just spent time traveling together across the world as a group. The group was composed of some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen and you felt great being accepted into their group. Mara was from Brazil, Tati from Puerto Rico and a number of other girls from a variety of countries. Tati had been eyeing Gaz all night and you knew that they’d hit it off deciding to introduce them later in the night. Your priority at the moment was dancing and having a good time.

Although you were in a Mexican club, they played all kinds of Latin Music and even random hints of American Music. Anything that you could move to, you moved to. From Destiny’s Child to Bad Bunny to Kali Uchis to artists you’d never heard of. You and Mara had been platonically grinding on each other for a major portion of the night. Your hips had minds of their own and moved any which way. Your system was flooded with an indiscriminate number of margaritas and palomas so you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your hips hadn’t stopped moving even as you felt a pair of eyes on you. The heat of the gaze could only belong to one man in this club. 

 You looked back to the table and locked eyes with Price. You smiled, felt a wave of confidence, and blew him a kiss before you turned back to Mara, Tati and the others.  La Romana by Bad Bunny and El Alfa came on and you all were locked in place on the dance floor. The tequila from the drinks you downed had you feeling like the only thing that mattered in the world was dancing to this song with these girls that you quite literally just met.

 You and the girls danced to the song as if you were the only people on the floor. Tati started rapping El Alfa’s part as all of the inhibitions exited your body. You couldn’t even call it dancing anymore because at this point it was just cheering as the gorgeous woman next to you rattled off in Spanish. By the time the song ended and you were out of breath and drenched in sweat. You raised your voice over the music as you drew the girls in and let them know that you had to take a break. You were met with a number of hugs and kisses to your cheeks as you turned to slip from the crowd. You decided to stop at the bar for another drink and turned back to the table. The liquor coursing through you made it feel like you were floating as you made your way back over to the table with your fruity cocktail in hand. 

Price’s eyes followed each step that you took and he stared at you with a burning gaze. The heat of his stare felt like a rope as the intensity pulled you closer and closer to him. You eventually closed the distance between the two of you and plopped down next to him. You were most definitely invading his personal space, but he just sat with the slightest smirk on his lips. 

“You look like you’re having fun out there, sweet girl.” He said as bumped his shoulder into yours. Your mouth was moving before your brain could even formulate a response. You never really did kick the habit of rambling when you got drunk. That little fact about you and Price’s watchful eyes had you loose. Absolutely no control over your body or your mouth, so you rambled. 

“I would be having so much more fun out there with you, daddy. Those girls are so sweet though. Mara and Tati and I think someone named Olivia. I can't really remember but I think Tati and Gaz would be so cute together.” You leaned into Price and lovingly looked into his baby blues. For some reason you grabbed his hand. “I haven’t danced like that in so long. Did you see my hips? It was like they had a mind of their own. Feel like I'm gonna be sore in the morning. Ugh, Daddy you should’ve joined me out there. Wanted to feel you behind me. Grabbing my hips and guiding them. Might’ve even put your hand on my throat and let you choke me a little.” The filth slipped from your mouth with a giggle and you hadn’t even realized the gravity of the comments you'd been making. You’d called him “daddy” twice. Not once but twice. 

Price stared at you dumbfounded. He felt his dick twitch in his trousers. Of course he’d been watching you from the moment you left the table to the moment you set foot on the dancefloor. He watched you meet the girls, open your arms, and be welcomed with kisses and giggles. Watching the interaction had him feeling things. His mind told him was too old for you. It told him that he was old enough to be your father and he already was your superior.

He’d watched you play with the lad at the bar who hadn’t even realized how out of his league you were. Price’s mind told him that you have all of these young men at your disposal. The doubts about his age flooded his mind. Why would you want him? You deserve someone who can keep up with you. Someone young and energetic.

His doubts were put on the back burner when you blew that kiss to him. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. When you damn near skipped over to him his heart was replaced by a warmth. When you called him “daddy” his cock stood at attention and his doubts had flown far from his mind. 

“Sweet girl, how many have you had tonight?” He groaned. 

“Like 4 shots of tequila and a few palomas? Have you had one yet? I think it's the national drink of Mexico or something like that” You chirped. 

“You know that I won't enjoy that. Barely enjoying this sorry excuse of a whiskey.” You pushed the cocktail over to him. 

“Please just give it a try for me, daddy? I tried that scotch the other night and I almost passed out from how strong it was.” Price let out a long sigh and looked into your eyes as he grabbed your glass and took a sip of the grapefruit cocktail. The smile plastered on your face was enough to melt his heart. He felt the cold liquid hit his tongue and was immediately hit with the sweet tang of grapefruit and the light punch of tequila. He would never admit it, but he actually enjoyed the slight tangy and sweetness of the drink. He faked a grimace and placed your glass back on the napkin. 

“Happy, love?” You giggled in his ear and kissed his cheek. Your brain hadn’t even registered what you’d called him just a moment ago. His eyes met yours.  “y/n, I don't want you going home with anyone tonight.” Price stated with a serious tone. He almost sounded how he did when you went on missions and he’d used your real name. Not your call sign or a term of endearment. 

“Daddy, don’t be so serious, I wasn’t planning on it.” You leaned into his ear as the words flowed from your lips, sweet and syrup-like. “ I just wanted to look pretty for you. Maybe sit on your lap and dance a little but you can be so stubborn.” Price turned his head and looked at you with wide eyes. Full of lust but also full of shock at your gall. 

“Love, I think I should take you home. You’ve had quite a lot tonight.” You leaned into him and pressed a giggly kiss to his cheek. 

“Only because it's you, okay. You really don't want to dance with me. Not even one song?” You practically begged as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Let's see if you can even stand up on your own, Love.” 

“Of course I can.” You stood up and felt like the world had left you behind as wobbled on shaky feet. 

“Mhm. Let's go home.” Price affirmed and you frowned, but immediately thought of Tati and Gaz.

“Wait. Tati and Gaz. They need to know each other. Let me introduce them, please daddy.” With a long sigh that was meant to calm himself, he nodded and let you drag him to the dance floor. Of course you had hopes of playing matchmaker tonight. He chuckled a little at the fact that you always had the best interest of the team at heart. 

When you spotted Tati, she looked at you, and then at the 6'2 man planted firmly behind you. Her smiling face began to reflect one of concern as a frown crossed her stunning features. She tried to convince you to stay with her to make sure you weren't being taken advantage of in your state of intoxication. You felt your heart warm at the act of consideration, but let her know that you know him, trust him, and love him. Loud enough for him and everyone around you to hear over the music. His eyes widened and his face immediately flushed into a shade of deep red. He cleared his throat and grabbed your phone. He asked for the girl's number while you leaned on him and looked at him like he roped the moon out of the sky for you. He’d definitely remember the dopey love struck look that was painted on your face. 

He let you take Tati over to Gaz. Gaz, Soap, and Simon had been planted at the bar drinking and laughing with each other before you tapped Kyle on the shoulder. He turned around and was met with the sight of you, very much inebriated and giggly, arm intertwined with Price’s as you leaned onto him while holding onto Tati’s hand. Kyle and the others were glad to see you clinging onto Price and watched the interaction in fascination. 

“Kyle. Tati. Handsome man meet stunning woman.” You hummed while pushing Tati toward Kyle, feeling satisfied with your matchmaking skills. “Daddy, let's go home.” You looked up at Price. Soap’s mouth dropped open as soon as the word slipped from your mouth but quickly clamped it shut as he locked eyes with his ever serious captain. Simon just shook his head, not completely in disbelief at your comment, but more in amusement that you’d been drunk enough to say something like that in front of the others. Gaz’s eyes widened because he definitely heard you call your captain, daddy, but he threw on a smooth grin as he looked over to the beautiful woman that you brought along with you. He was torn between clowning you for your kinky admission or letting it slide. He ultimately decided to put it on the back burner as the gorgeous woman locked eyes with his. You whipped your body around and stumbled your way toward the door. 

Price basically carried you to the car. He was supporting most of your body weight with his as he chuckled while navigating the two of you through the gravel filled parking lot. The pair of you reached the Black SUV and Price swept you into his arms as he opened the car door. 

“In we go, love.” As he situated you securely in the passenger seat. Just as he was about to close the door you slurred out a “wait.”

“What do you need, sweet girl?”

“I’m sorry for being like this, daddy. I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t mean to be a burden.” He chuckled and brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hand.

“You’re not a burden, love. You just had a bit too much to drink. It happens. As long as you had fun, I really don’t mind it.”

“God,” you said with a sigh, “You’re so hot. Can we have sex?” The warmth returned to his face at the admission. He had no intentions of doing anything with you tonight except maybe brushing your teeth and tucking you into bed. He sighed with a soft smile and closed the door. 

“You truly are something special.” He said into the nothingness as he walked around the car.

The rest of the night was a blur for you but all you remember was Price carrying you back into the safe house then lying in the soft covers of a bed and finally drifting out of consciousness.

Price sat next to you in bed and watched your sleeping figure as your soft snores filled his ears. When he was satisfied with the amount of breaths that fell from your lips, he lowered himself into the sheets next to you and lost his own battle with consciousness. 

--- --- ---

When you awoke, you were met with the sight of an empty bed and the sun shining through the flowing curtains. You looked over to the on-suite and saw your burly captain brushing his teeth at the sink. You released a content sigh as you turned onto your side. You felt yourself being pulled back into the warm embrace of sleep but as soon as you were at the cusp of consciousness, you felt the bed dip next to you. You kept your eyes closed but felt your captain just sitting there. You heard his breaths as he sat motionless next to you. The air grew tense as a beat of silence passed. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the heat of his gaze. Was he just staring at you? Was he going to say anything? 

“What are you doing?” You probed, anticipating a gruff response.

No reply and then a long, heady sigh. 

You started to turn your head until you felt a warm, firm body press against your back. Price’s body molded into yours as he reached around your front to find the hand that rested on the sheets. His hand found yours and you gawked at the difference in size. His hand engulfed yours in a warm embrace as he gave it a soft squeeze. His face nuzzled into the nape of your neck as he filled his lungs with your scent. His hairy chest was snug against your back as you felt his lips purse against your warm skin. 

The tension grew as he shifted his hips forward against yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his bulge firm against your ass. He let out a low hum behind you at the feel of your soft bottom against him. Your mind started running through scenarios as you tried to recall the events that took place last night. How did you end up in bed with your captain? Did you fuck your captain? Did you do what you’ve been craving since your first meeting almost two years ago?

“We should talk about it, love.” He said with a firm squeeze to your hand. 

“Did we… Did we have sex last night?” The words came out far meeker than you had intended. He let out a small sigh and pushed his head deeper into the crook of your neck. 

“No.” Before he placed a soft kiss against the side of your neck. You felt a chill run down your spine at the intimate act. “You were far too inebriated for me to feel comfortable doing anything to you.” He hummed as he began to pepper delicate kisses on your neck.

“I wanted you to.” Slide its way, breathlessly and truthfully, from your lips. 

“I know.” His hips shifted into yours, allowing you to feel him fully. Feel the warm, firm thickness that John had hidden under his shorts. “You looked stunning last night. Seeing you free and enjoying yourself like that, it made me feel things.” A gasp slipped from your lips as you felt his cock twitch against your bum. “Things I thought I had buried. Things that aren't right. Things that I shouldn’t feel about you.” He rocked his hips into you as his hand tightened around yours. “Then you danced your way over to me, looking at me like I hung the moon in the sky. Calling me what you did.” He groaned in your ear at the memory as he rolled his covered length into your behind. “You remember what you called me, love?” A fervent pulse into your rear. His hand left yours and trailed its way up your front, stopping just under your breast. 

You couldn’t say anything. Your mind had just gone blank as your captain began to frot into your clothed ass. “Hm? Do you remember, sweet girl?” His hand made its way into the valley of your breasts and he pressed, pushing your torso impossibly close to his. Your back and ass flush against the mountain of a man. 

“I-”

“Do you need me to remind you?” His hips curled into yours. Your thighs tightened and your pussy clenched around nothing. Air slipped from your mouth as your words were trapped in your throat. Lost searching for words as his cock rubbed into the covered crevice of your ass. The intimacy of the act had dulled your thoughts. The only thing that filled your mind was him and the effect that he had on you. 

“Ah. I- Price.” 

“No. Not that. That's not what you called me seven times.” His hand made its way to your gulping throat. “That’s not the name you used. No, I don't think so. That's not what you said in front of the others.” You pressed your ass into him needing to feel more of the thick bulge that was trapped between you, your underwear and his. 

“Please.” Was all that you could conjure as your mind told you to take matters into your own hands. Your trembling hand made its way between the two of you searching for the thick length that was causing the blankness in your mind. The man jerked his hips away from you. Away from your desperate touch. 

“Ah ah. Not until you say it. I know you know it sweet girl. You wouldn’t let me forget it last night.” His voice had a deep, raspy quality to it that you’d never heard from him before. It set your core ablaze. 

“Captain please.” His grip on your throat began to constrict as your hand searched behind you desperately seeking the source of warmth you’d just lost.

“Getting closer.” His other hand slipped under your neck and replaced the hand he had tightening on your throat. The hand that was originally at your throat made its way down your body as you trembled at the sensation of his warm fingers teasing your body. 

“Mmmmmm fuck. Please please. I-” His fingers made their way into the waistband of your absolutely drenched panties. Your hips twitched at the sensation. He pressed his palm just above where you needed him. His breathing deepened in your ear. He growled in your ear. Deep, full bodied like a scotch. Gravelly.

“Say it.” Your hips twitched at the command. 

“Price I- please I’m-,” the words racked your brain as you tried to concentrate. His fingers on your pubic mound just began to tap. Light yet so impactful as his fingers just danced upon you. You tilted your hips upward trying to catch their movement just a bit lower. So close to where you needed him. The words tumbled out of your mouth at breakneck speeds.

“Daddy, please.” You were almost crying now. He tugged your ear lobe between his teeth as he sank two fingers into your weeping pussy.

“Oh fuck yes.”

“Say it again, sweet girl.” No hesitation. No stammer. 

“Daddy. Fuck.” He rocked his hips back into yours as he plunged in and out of you. The meat of his palm rubbed harshly against your puffy clit. An exhale forced itself from your lips that was soon accompanied by a low whine.

“You wouldn’t stop fucking looking at me last night.” Rock.

He licked the side of your neck as he breathed heavily against your ear. He curled his fingers inside of you as the breaths were forced from your lungs. 

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Rock.

“Like you had some kind of spell on me. Your hips. Watching them sway in that dress.” Rock.

“You- uh fuck- wouldn’t stop.” He groaned as he pushed his fingers in further. Rock.

“You insatiable little slut. I shouldn’t even fuck you right now.” His hand constricted around your throat again. The man was tearing you apart with just his fingers and his voice.

“I- oh my god. I’m so sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean it.” The groan that ripped from his throat shifted something inside of you. You needed to hear him make that sound again. Your hand fumbled behind you as you searched for his cock. John tilted his head away from your ear as he watched your clumsy ministrations. You, frantically searched behind you. 

“Desperate girl.” He chuckled over your shoulder. 

“Please, daddy. I just. I wanna make it better.” Maybe you were desperate. You really couldn’t care because the thing your really needed was so close yet being shielded from you by fucking fabric. “John fucking help me.” 

Wrong answer. 

He pulled his fingers from you and rolled out of the bed. Your body followed as he stood up. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please just- can you just-” Frustration was not a strong enough word to describe your feelings.

“Lie on your stomach.”

“Huh?”

“I won't repeat myself.” You wouldn’t even give him the chance to repeat himself as you laid yourself flat on the bed. 

“Hands behind your back.” You complied. Of course you did.

He gathered your wrists in his hand and ran his palm over the covered globe of your ass and you shivered at the touch. He yanked your panties down to your thighs and your newly exposed pussy fluttered at the change in temperature. 

“Fucking gorgeous. God look at that little pussy. It's too bad though.” You couldn’t see what he was doing behind you but your hips twitched in anticipation. 

Apologize. Yeah that’s what you should do. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you feel good.” 

Smack.

An exhale left your lips that you didn’t even know you'd been holding. The pain hadn’t even fully begun before he dropped his palm onto the other cheek. You rocked your hips back in shock. 

“You don’t like to listen, sweet girl. No. You don’t think, do you?” The sting was red hot on your ass and you somehow couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching. He pressed your hands into your back and forced you to arch for him. He ran a thumb down your dripping slit. He dipped the tip of the thumb, just barely, into the opening of your weeping center. You shifted your weight back, further into his touch, and let out a soft moan. 

Smack. 

You pressed forward into the bed hoping to run from the sting that blossomed on your ass. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whined.

“Sit still.” 

“Yes, daddy.” 

He let go of your hands and moved his own to the burning flesh that encompassed your ass. His hands squeezed and groped, kneaded, the plump fat that sat at your hips. 

“Calm down, sweet girl.” He soothed. With a firm grip of your ass, he turned his thumbs inward, and pulled the stinging cheeks apart. His thumbs sat just above your drenched slit. He pursed his lips and pushed a drop of spit from his lips. It landed on your perineum and trickled its way into your opening. You tried to still your hips as your mind conjured a visual of the filthy act. The picture you painted in your head had you shivering. 

“Are you gonna be good for me, love?”

“Yes, daddy.” You eagerly nodded your head against the pillow. 

He hummed behind you as he kneeled above your trembling body. He grabbed your hips and tilted them upward, deepening the arch of your spine. He pressed his weight against you as he shifted his own hips forward. His underwear was gone. You could finally feel just how massive he was as he shifted his bare hips into yours. He pressed his cock down between the globes of your ass and he rocked his weight into you. A light whimper left your lips as you felt the girth that hung between his legs. He pressed his thumb onto his cock and sank it down into your wet heat. 

The stretch was blinding as you forced yourself to calm your breathing and you felt him work your open on his cock. Your body shook as he made room for himself inside of you. It felt like the air had been pressed from your lungs. 

“Oh god yes. Thank you, daddy.” 

“Tight as a bloody vice.” A deep groan tumbled from his mouth as he dropped all of his body weight onto you. He let you adjust to his girth before he repositioned his arms and legs so he could support himself and fuck you proper. He pulsed his hips forward and you swear that you could feel him at your cervix. The kiss of his cockhead at your center sent a shiver through your body. 

“So fucking deep, daddy.”

“Yeah I am.” He sighed quietly. He rocked his hips into you again and you keened. You reached your hand up to his, needing to hold onto something as you prepared for what was to come. His thrusts began to pick up speed as he fucked you into the mattress. The only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of his hips slapping into yours and your quick releases of air as he fucked into you. A ragged growl left his throat as he straightened his legs and grabbed your neck. It was a blur of colors and gasps as he shifted the two of you over. He laid on his back with your back to his chest and planted his feet firm into the mattress. He slipped a hand around your front and found your neglected clit. His hips met your ass with a fierce clap. The sounds that left your mouth were quick little yaps as he fucked up into you. The change in angles had you feeling him even deeper than before and you were about to start seeing stars.  

You’d never been fucked like this. His hips shot upward and brought yours back down as they descended. The pressure of him driving into your aching pussy along with the tight, firm circles on your clit had you clenching tightly onto his cock. He was hitting all the right spots deep inside of you and taking care of your clit just the way you needed. All you could do was lay on top of him and take it as he basically used your body. His breathing had gone ragged as he pounded you.  

“Daddy I-”

“What sweet girl? Is it too much for you?” He smirked, out of breath beneath you as he pounded into your pussy. He stopped the circular movements on your clit as he pulled his hand away from your body. A frustrated goan fell from your lips at their removal. The groan was short-lived as tight gasp replaced it. Price quickly dropped his hand back down onto your clit in a sharp slap.

“Oh my god.” You squeaked.

He chuckled behind you and did it again. The sting from his motion had melded perfectly with the pleasure of him digging into you. Your pussy tightened around him as the sensations of his actions pushed you closer to the edge. He brought his hand back down onto your puffy clit and sighed into your ear. The only thing that slipped from your mouth were the short moans that were being punched out of you as you took what he gave you. 

“You gonna cum, sweet girl?” He taunted over your shoulder. His condescending tone had your pussy bearing down onto him. 

“Fuck. I feel you tightening up on me.” His voice had started to sound almost surprised as he made you take him. He placed his hand back on your pussy and used his index finger to rub small, intense circles on your clit. 

“I’m gonna cum, sweet girl. Where can I? Huh? Can I cum in you?” He ragged under you. 

“Fuck yes. Yes, daddy. Yes.”

“You gonna let me fill you up? Huh?” He sounded absolutely feral. He applied firmer pressure to your clit as he groaned into your shoulder. 

“Oh fuck, daddy” You threw your head back and dropped all of your weight onto him as you felt your release flood your system. Your back arched and your toes curled as you struggled to take air into your lungs. The intensity of the orgasm rendered you speechless and helpless as it washed upon you. Price’s movements grew sloppy as he tried to walk you through your release. You ground your hips into his as you rode out your high. 

“Fucking shit.” You felt your captain throb inside of you as he emptied himself into your aching cunt. You felt the warmth grow inside of you as his seed flooded your warm walls. 

He straightened out his legs and layed the two of you onto your sides. He left his softening cock inside of you as he wrapped an arm around your sweat drenched torso. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of your breaths syncing up as you laid there in bliss.  

“Holy shit.” You panted. 

“Mhm. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He sighed, breathlessly as he traced your senseless shapes onto your stomach.

“Yeah? Me too.”  You smiled as you turned your head to partially face him. 

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” His baby blues met your gaze.

“Because you’re a stubborn man.” A satisfied chuckle fell from his lips as he smiled at you.

“I guess so.” 

A beat passed as the two looked into each other's eyes. Your breaths had fallen in sync with one another.

“You told your friend that you loved me.” Somehow, more warmth spreads across your face and your eyes widen and his smile grows. 

“I- I do.” You said, meek as a mouse, as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have. 

He leans over and places a soft, tender kiss to your lips. His lips feel surprisingly soft and only mildly chapped as they move against yours. He pulls back from you, breathless, as his eyes lock onto yours. 

“I love you too, sweet girl.” 

[momentaryescape]

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Gibbs x Agent!Reader Warnings: Cursing Word Count: 1406 A/N- When I wrote this the vibe for Gibbs is similar to how he acts at the end of season 7 episode 23 when he is taking to the lawyer. It seems really specific but gives an idea for the vibe.

“Was any of it true?” The anger you tried to hide was boiling inside you. You thought you meant something to him. That it was real and not pretend. But here you were, standing in his living room feeling like a fool.

“You knew what this was. It was fun y/n, nothing more. I don’t know what made you think this would be anything but that.” Gibbs seemed like his normal emotionless self. Hell by the looks of it he seemed more annoyed you were bothering him with this conversation

“For months you would get mad if a guy even so much as looked in my direction. Tony brought me coffee and you dismissed him over some bullshit thing he didn’t even do. Mcgee gave me his coat after mine got fucked chasing down a perp and you ignored him for the rest of the case. So nothing my ass Jethro. You want to act like it was nothing but I know that deep down you felt something.” That was your breaking point. You grabbed your stuff before leaving his home, slamming the door on the way out.

~~~~~

“Hey y/n, everything good?” Mcgee gave you a questioning look.

“I’m fine.” You snapped.

“Ohhkay.” Mcgee’s seemed shocked at the outburst.

“Fuck. Sorry Mcgee. I had a rough night. I'm better now, some things have been cleared up.” You smiled back.

“Well if you want a different kind of rough, let me know.” You Didn't see Tony walk up behind you, his comment making you jump in your seat.”Here, brought you coffee.”

“Thank you Tony.” You shot him a flirty smile. Tony winked back at you before sitting at his desk.

Gibbs was watching the entire interaction play out from his desk. He knew what you were trying to do. The remarks of a rough night, the flirty look at Tony. You were trying to get under his skin. He hated it. Not just what you were doing but the fact that it was working.

It had been a few days since the moment you had in Gibbs’ living room. There hadn’t been any new cases the past few days, so the team was catching up on paperwork. Disrupting the silence, Gibbs slaps a hand on your desk.

“Can I help you?” You don’t even bother looking up, already knowing who it is.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Gibbs snapps through gritted teeth. Irritation clearly written across his face.

“Work Gibbs. I have a job to do and that's what I plan on doing.” You still hadn’t looked up from your computer.

“Agent l/n, I expect you to look at me when I’m talking to you.” His outburst drew the attention of everyone around. Questionable faces wondering what the hell was happening.

“Careful Jethro, people might think you have emotions, wouldn't want that to happen.” You looked up at him, clearly annoyed with his presence. Your quip had also clearly pissed him off.

“Leave.” His voice had a bite to it.

“Why? You're the one who came over to my desk, got annoyed I was focused and not looking up at you, and now you want me to leave? I get it, you're the boss man, but I still deserve respect. So give me one valid reason that I need to leave, aside from hurting your “feelings”.”

“Y/n-” Zive tried cutting in before things got more heated.

“Thank you but I’ve got this Ziva. I'm not scared of an emotionally immature man who thinks he can stab me with his words like pins. You want to act all big and bad, but we both know what you are.” You could hear a pin drop with how quiet it was.

“Thats it agent l/n. You need to leave, and until you can act like an adult don't feel the need to come in.” Gibbs was pissed. At this point he was practically yelling.

“Gladly. I would rather be anywhere but near the smallest man who ever lived.” With that you grabbed your bag, collected what you would need to finish your work from home and started toward the elevators.

~~~~~

Gibbs knew he had fucked up. Both in front of everyone and during the original fight. He had cared. He loved to show you off, but always made sure nobody the two of you knew could see. He was a private man, he told himself. But looking back you're the only person he hid. He felt ashamed. You were younger, happier, all the things he wasn't you were.

And now here he was, at your front door. He straightened his stace before knocking on the door. At first he thought you might not be home, but that thought was whipped away when he saw your frame in the open door. He heard you scoff, before asking him what he was doing there.

“I wanted to apologize.” He stated with a small hint of softness.

“Really?” You were calling his bluff.

“Yes, I had no right to yell at you in front of everyone. We should've talked privately.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.

“Yeah I tried that with you, remember? What was what started thin. I wanted to talk and you acted like it was nothing. I'm over it. I can deal with arguments, but being pretty much getting told I was delusional for believing that we had something killed any spark I had.” You meant every word.

“I’m trying here y/n.” His plea fell on deaf ears.

“Next time don't think “I’m sorry” will fix all your problems. You're a grown man Gibbs, act like it.”

“Its always the dramatics with you isn't it?” You scoffed at his remark. “Listen, I meant what I said. What we had, it was great. I’m sorry I said it was only fun. I had feelings for you, but we both knew it wouldn’t last.”

“Why not? Was it not fun once it wasnt forbidden? Once we were seen together was the thrill gone?” You thought back on all the times he would make excuses not to be seen with you. You felt stupid.

“Don't act like you didn't know that this was only meant to be between the two of us.” He knew he was pushing your buttons, but he kept going.

“Are you that ashamed of me? Years of friendship, months of passion, and after that you still hide me away. I don't want to be some secret.” You wanted to smack his chest, cause the same pain he caused you.

“Do you not understand what would happen if they knew? How many rules I broke every time we were together?” He was yelling at this point.

“You know what the saddest part was? I would have died for you, but instead I just died inside. And you deserve prison but you won't serve the time.” You felt hot tears fall from your eyes. The realization you allowed yourself to cry over him fueled your anger. “It's over Gibbs. No second chance. No “it's different this time”. And no more acting like I’m nothing. We still work together. And as much as I would love to say "Good riddance", I love my job too much. I will take punishment for the show he had in the office, but I will not let you take my career.”

He didn’t say anything, he just looked at you, trying to read your expression. Without saying anything you walked to the door, opening it. A silent tell for him to leave. Taking in a slow deep breath you turn to face him. “Leave Gibbs, please.”

“I understand you're hurt y/n, and I know I'm the reason. I will still have your back, and I will still be your boss. But for both our sakes, I think it's best we keep the rest of the details between the two of us.”. You watched him walk out your door, down your steps to his car, and drive away from your home, shutting the door when you could no longer see him. And just like that it was over. No more late nights after cases where you end up in bed together, mornings shared over fresh coffee, and one less friend. Maybe some day the two of you could be friends again, but as for now that wasn’t something either of you wanted, or more realistically could handle.

[idkhoworwhytell]

a chain of sick and sleepy boys

it hits legend first

The chain had ended up in Wild’s Hyrule. And honestly? Legend was tired. Scratch that, exhausted. They’d been walking for what felt like days on end and They weren’t even near Hateno yet! 

With a groan, legend adjusted his hat and trudged forward

“I think  you woke up on the wrong side of the bed” a familiar voice said next to him ,  small huff left him, a small glare on his features as he glanced over to her, the exhaustion being more obvious now up close.

“Not all of us can just sleep anywhere like you, y’know. Some of us actually have problems sleeping in forests where monsters could pop up out of nowhere.” He said with a glare “I’m pretty sure the monsters will wake even me up , until then I’ll sleep soundly” she shrugged her shoulders no care in her tone  He rolls his eyes, going quiet again as he glanced forward. The old Hylian was starting to drift a bit, eyes unfocusing. It was only until Time put a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back into focus.

“You sure you’re alright?”

Legend gives a shrug he  lets out a half sigh, half yawn.

I’m fine. Just need to focus. Don’t worry about me.” Waving time off 

You look like you’re gonna pass out.” He huffed, slightly annoyed at the words.

“I’m fine Just got a few more hours of walking. I can last through that..”

TThe old man didn’t look convinced in the slightest.

the old man says they’ll stop as soon there’s a available chance. 

Legend was going to protest, until Time gave him that Look again. Instead, he lets out a defeated sigh, mumbling under his breath about Time being a worrywart.*

While Time went to tell the other of the plans to make camp, she and Legend were left alone. He glanced at her, the annoyance now being more obvious on his face.

He  said nothing, but he did tilt his head at her, still waiting for the others but still willing to talk. “grumpy pants , just what did you eat to get sick? You really do need to stop picking things up out see on the side of the road.” He gave a scoff, crossing his arms as he looked away.

“I didn’t eat anything bad. I’m just tired, that’s all..” “ could be both for all I care. Your sleeping and taking some medicine when we stop” she said leaving no roo more arguing in her tone Legend grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes at her suggestion. Even if the idea of being able to sleep did sound nice right now. He’d never admit that he hated the fact that she was right though.

“Fine, whatever.. He rolls his eyes ”mhm you know I’m right , now I see that time has found a spot so let’s get you set up” He simply huffed at her words. But, nonetheless, he began to begrudgingly follow Time and the others to where they’d be camping for the night. He didn’t say anything until they eventually got to the spot and started to get the camp set up. Now out of sight, he slowly walked over to one of the logs nearby and sat down, resting his arms on his knees.

She comes to him with a unfamiliar liquid to him, He looked at the liquid in her hand with obvious confusion, an eyebrow raised. But, nonetheless, he took it.*

“What is this? ”NyQuil , and when you wake up I’ll give you some DayQuil, it’ll help you feel like your not dying and get you some sleep. She responds He gave her a skeptical look, eyeing the liquid as he slowly took a drink of it.

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me this exact moment.”  “if I would , I would know better and do something else, giving it straight up to you ? Come on you know I’m smarter than that.” He paused, before letting out a defeated sigh. And honestly? She was right; he knew she was smart enough to not outright poison him. Which means this was probably safe-ish..

“Yeah. I know that….I trust you.” *He set the cup down, taking the bottle from her instead. He looked at the bottle for a few moments, looking for any clear signs of danger. It wasn’t until he looked at the label and saw exactly what it was that he gave a nod.

“Yeah… that checks out.”

*He took another sip of the liquid, feeling it begin to make him feel even more tired than he already was. She noticed his eyes droop , “it’s gonna do that , come on let’s get you some dinner”  helping him back to camp Despite his tired state, he tried to protest against her help.

“I don’t need help walking. I’m fine…” *He muttered, although it lacked the conviction of any normal protest. Not to mention that his steps were slightly wobbly as he tried to follow her back to camp.she huffed  and just threw him on  her shoulders, not caring what the others might think Legend let out a small gasp as he was just suddenly hoisted up over her shoulders. He tried to struggle for a moment, a little embarrassed at the fact that he was just suddenly picked up like a bag of potatoes

“Hey! I said I didn’t need help walking..!” “ And have you fall? I don’t think your pretty boy face can handle  that,  can it?” Legend flushed slightly at the comment, mumbling as he tried to fight back the embarrassment.

“I’m not a damsel. I can walk on my own..” *He muttered, still struggling against her slightly. But the fact that he was exhausted didn’t help his case. “if it helps you feel less embarrassed I let off right before we reach camp.” 

Reluctantly, he stopped struggling against her, allowing her to carry him the rest of the way. He had a small pout on his face, the fact he was basically having to be carried was already embarrassing enough for him letting him down and going to wild to retrieve their bowls. Legend silently thanked her as he was set down again. Taking a small moment to regain his bearings

Meanwhile, Wild was preparing food for everyone. He’s obviously still worried over how Legend’s been, but he trusted that she’d be able to look out for the other as well. She sat next to him , hoping he can still eat. Legend was tired, yet as soon as he got a whiff of the food he was presented with, he somehow had the energy to sit up and dig in. He was almost shoveling the food into his mouth before he even realized it After a bit  he was passing out into her arms , her catching him and putting him into his bed roll carefully  laying him down she took his sword and put it to his side Legend practically passed out the moment the weight of his head hit the soft bedroll. He let out a silent sigh as he cuddled into it. Despite wanting to protest over the way he was being treated like a child, a big part of him deep down actually liked the care he was being given. He fell asleep and heard the woman and the chain talk about  just he  got sick with him  wanting to argue but he didn’t have the strength to do so 

The chain was obviously worried for him, all of them were. Although, the main 3 worried the most: Time, Four and Wild. They didn’t like seeing their friend looking so sick, or the fact that they had to stop the adventure so Legends could rest.

Time was the voice of reason in the group, as per usual. He was keeping the others from waking Legend to question him about how he was feeling. She told them it was possible he got food poisoning from  something he picked up in the trail , or that he was sleep deprivedEveryone nodded at that, although they were still worried. Four spoke up after a few moments, his voice being soft yet worried.

“How long do you think he’ll be out for?” “NyQuil will keep him asleep for about ten hours , so he’ll sleep in just a bit, he’ll still be a tad sick in the morning but I’ll give him some DayQuil  to help with that, and just maybe if I pull my strings right, hell let he carry him so he can sleep more, cause all he  really can do is sleep it off with the help of the medicine” she says while making sure he’s still breathing

Time gave a nod, a small exhale leaving him. The old man didn’t like seeing his friend sick, not one bit. But, there was nothing else they could do for now. The best thing to do was to just let him rest and let the medicine work as it was supposed to.

“Thank you for the help with this. I know Legend can be stubborn with needing care at times..”

“It’s alright , if I didn’t it would spread and it would sucks for everyone  , I have a better immune system then most of you, so it’d better be me then you cause I’ll get it just a bit while the rest of you would get it bad,

She gave a chuckle,”

🤭 “really all you have to do to get him to listen is throw him around a bit , he’ll eventually give in”

A small smile appeared on the group’s facades. Time chuckled slightly at the idea, while the rest couldn’t help but to imagine different scenarios where they could just do that. The idea alone did make them feel somewhat better, knowing that it’d likely be a good way to get the cranky hero to listen for once. She waved them off to their bed rolls , offering to keep watch on them and her hero that had gotten sick, being able to take care of any night troubles that may occur 

Time was about to protest against her offer, but Wild ended up being the first to speak. He gave a small bow of his head in gratitude. 

“Thank you. If you need anything, be sure to tell us.”

he  said, before going to his bedroll and getting settled as the others did the same, but not before they each thanked her as well. “Yea yea, you ain’t  be able to help if you don’t rest”  

Time chuckled at the comment, letting out a small sigh. Nonetheless, they all listened and began to get settled, their eyes fluttering closed one by one as they got comfortable in their bedrolls. little  while later she heard legend tossing and turning , he stated to turn green in the face She quickly sat up, looking over at Legend. It didn’t take her long to realize that he was about to get sick. And probably not too far from her own bedroll..

“Ah hell..” *She muttered, moving quickly over to him and rolling him to his side.

She had a bucket in hand, to try and catch everything she could . Her quick action was met with him suddenly jolting up and emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket. Legend looked absolutely miserable, a sweat forming across his face as he tried to breathe through his mouth. 

“gotta  breath through the nose buddy” 

she said so softly as not to startle him  and gently started cleaning his 

face clear of the sweat and taking off his dirtied tunicLegend was only barely coherent as he tried his best to follow her words. His breath was shaky, and he was definitely still nauseous, but her voice was keeping him somewhat grounded. That didn’t mean that he didn’t try to object when she started to take off his tunic, though

 It came out as a weak attempt to protest. “Hey…what’re you doing..?”

“I promise I’m not gonna hurt you” still soft in the voice  she replaced what had took off him with a white cotton  shirt , getting her eyes turned as much as possible bit so she could still work He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldn’t try to do anything bad. So even though he muttered something along the line of ‘this is not helping my image-“   he let her work, simply flopping back onto the bedroll once she had finished changing his shirt.  He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldn’t try to do anything bad.

She started cleaning his face and knew  that she would need to wash his bed roll , with as much gentleness as she could muster she lifted him up , not swaying as much as she could and laid him in her bed roll he  was still mostly out of it. But he still managed to give a small mumbled complaint as he was moved into her bedroll. 

“Hey…I can..I can still walk…I don’t need….” he  protested, but it was interrupted by him groaning again. He felt absolutely miserable, yet too tired to try to keep fighting. She places him down and grabs the soiled things and goes to the steam nearby still the camp in her line of sight She could hear him move in her bedroll as she left. A soft groan leaving him. He tried to pull himself together as he laid in the bedroll, but he was still feeling far too ill to try and sit up. Which left him basically stuck in her bedroll, waiting for her to come back.*she returned with a offer of a bath , with minimal help in her end of course just offering to do what he needed and nothing more unless otherwise asked. It was obvious that he didn’t want to accept her help. He was a stubborn hero after all. But the part of him that was exhausted and tired of feeling gross was telling him to accept it. His brain was a little too messed up right now by the medicine to put up much of a fight.

It  only took a few moments of his internal argument before he mumbled ‘yes’ to her offer. He was probably not going to remember saying this in the morning..

 she lifts him up and leans him on the edge of them water and turns so he can strip and pull himself in ,it  was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t thrown up on the way to the water. He was extremely unsteady on his feet, but he managed to get himself to slowly strip out of most of his clothes.

He hesitated just a moment when he was about to get into the water. But he eventually did, slowly lowering himself into it with a soft hiss of relief, the temperature feeling nice on his sweat covered skin.*She returned and asked his permission to wash his hair , with shampoo  he didn’t  recognize form her world but that looked nice 

Legend slowly looked up, a small groan leaving him as he considered the offer. Admittedly, washing his hair sounded heavenly right now. He was far too exhausted and achy to do it himself. So, against his better judgement, he softly agreed, closing his eyes and waiting for her to begin.she started scrubbing his longer hair doing her best not to tug but to make sure she got the knots she did that twice to get all the grime out. He  sat there, allowing her to work through the knots and dirt in his hair. It was obvious that she was being careful and gentle with her work. He let out a small hum of pleasure as she managed to brush out a hard to reach knot, his eyes fluttering open as he let himself relax into her hands. She had introduced him to the idea of conditioner not to long ago he recognized the smell as she massaged it into his hair, it  took a moment for him to register the familiar scent of the conditioner. But once he did, he let out another hum, his eyes closing again as he leaned further into her hands. He didn’t say anything, but it was obvious by his body language that he was silently telling her that it felt good. Her not aware of the bunny situation it was a little odd that he thumbed his leg like he was a bunny when he was enjoying it 

He leaned all the way into her hands now, the hums he was letting out sounding almost reminiscent of purring. It was pretty clear that he was enjoying his hair being massaged by her. He even started to very slightly kick his foot, almost as if he was a cat that was being petted.she noticed and gave a small chuckle unknown to his embarrassment, she patted his neck and offered him a washcloth signaling he could wash his body, but if he wanted she could too At first, he was embarrassed by her laugh at his actions. He was a Hero, he wasn’t supposed to be acting like some sort of cat. But the embarrassment vanished when he heard her offer. He hesitated again, but he gave a small nod, mumbling a quiet, “please..” She tapped his neck so he would turn it 

He nodded quietly and did as he was asked, tilting his neck to the side so she could continue. He closed his eyes and sighed as he waited for her to begin cleaning his body. she scrubbed  and  the washcloth instantly dirty , so rinsed and did his other side of the neck , rising to again , with the hand that wasn’t busy she was massaging the washed neck 

He let out a soft sigh again as the warm water and cloth worked across his skin. It was soothing, especially being so exhausted and achy still. His body relaxed into her light massage, leaning into her hand as she massaged his neck. She moved to the shoulders massaging while she worked He let out a small moan as she worked at the tight and strained muscles in his shoulders. They were practically boulders, but he honestly likes how her massaging them sent a small tingle down his spine. 

She found a knot in his shoulder and put down the cloth and went at it. 

He let out the moan again as she managed to get the knot out of one of his shoulders. He nearly went boneless as it was slowly worked out, his head dropping and his eyes half lidding in pleasure. she told him he could sleep if he wished  she wouldn’t hurt him when he was this vulnerable  He wanted to argue, he wanted to stay awake. But the way that she was massaging the tight muscles of his shoulders, it was really working to get him to relax and feel sleepy. Especially with the fact that he was still sick and sleep deprived. But he really didn’t want to give in to the sleepiness. So, he shook his head a bit to try and wake himself up more. 

she hummed, finding no more knots in the shoulders she moved to his arms He shifted a bit in the water as she began to work at his arms. Although, this time it was probably because her hands on his arms were making him shiver slightly, even though they were warm, and the water was warm. His head drooped forwards a bit more, a small groan escaping him again. getting all the knots  once more , she lightly kissed one scar she knew he didn’t practically like.

He froze for a moment as she kissed one of his arms, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. He was surprised that she was acting so gentle with him at the moment, it was almost hard to believe. Although, when she kissed his arm, all he could really pay attention to was the spot her lips touched, a warm feeling spreading across it. He let out a very very soft whine. she kissed all the scars she knew he hated on that arm, and did the same to the other wash, kiss repeat.

He kept letting out soft small sounds as she kissed each and every single one of his visible scars. It was hard for him to keep from shuddering every time her lips touched his skin, the feeling of her lips sending tingles up and down his arms. After a while, he found that the noises he was letting out were starting to sound more and more like small moans of pleasure. she gave him a smile and very gently kissed his cheek He felt his face start to flush and grow hot in embarrassment as she kissed his cheek. This time he shivered, his breath catching in his throat once again. The hero felt incredibly overwhelmed at the moment, but he also felt too tired to object to what she was doing. So, he simply let out a small whimper and turned his head to try and hide his embarrassment. she gave more smiles and ribbed his cheeks and asked him how he wanted his legs washed , him or her He let out another small whimper as she started to rub his cheeks. By now, his face was absolutely red as he tried to avoid her gaze. He was silent for a while, trying to form the words to answer her. But, after a few moments, he finally spoke.

“Y-you..”

He mumbled softly, the word leaving him before he had time for his mind to object. she had turned him so one of his sides was on the river bank, not looking to the best of her ability , she washed and massaged the first leg He let out another soft moan as she went to wash his legs now, his body relaxing against the river bank. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to focus on staying awake. But, as the warm water and her hands continued to work on his legs, that task was becoming increasingly harder. and as she finished her first leg , she kissed one of his larger scars, filling to his other side and did the same thing there , removing all tension in his legs, still kissing every scar she found He tried to keep his breath calm as she began to massage his second leg, but the constant presence of her hands on his skin was making it incredibly difficult. The fact that she was continuing to kiss his scars only added to that. By now, a soft stream of whimpering breaths and moans were leaving him with each kiss, his legs shifting slightly in the water.*she let him face away for, her gain putting his legs down she moved to his back*He was blushing and breathing heavily by now, his skin flushed from the constant attention to his scars. As she moved to his back, he couldn’t even try to hide the pleased hums and moans that he was letting out. His back was a sore spot, and her hands on his skin felt heavenly. 

she washed and massaged still kissing every scar she found , with care and attention to every fine detail

His breath kept getting more and more unsteady as she continued to work her way across his scarred back. He couldn’t help but let out louder and louder moans, his body becoming like puddy in her hands as she massaged the tense muscles. Her lips against his skin were sending small jolts of electricity up his spine. She let him soak for a moment as she went to get him clothes , he heard him lets out murmurs to himself 

He let out a soft whine as she left, his eyes flickering open lazily. He felt extremely relaxed, his body feeling as if it had gone boneless. But, when he heard himself murmur a protest against her leaving him, he quickly snapped his mouth shut, realizing that he didn’t mean to voice his disappointment out loud.

she returned clothes  in hand she  put the to the side and returned to his head He turned his head back to look up at her when he heard her return. His eyes were still half lids, tiredness and sickness and the attention she had been giving him slowly making him feel even more dizzy and tired. He wasn’t even really paying attention as she moved to his head, just letting out a quiet hum as she began messing with his hair again. she rinsed the conditioner out and massaged his scalp he  practically purred as he felt her begin to rub and massage his scalp, the feeling sending even more tingles down his spine and sending an even stronger dizzying feeling to overpower the exhaustion. His eyes had slowly fluttered closed again, his head tilting back into her hands as he let out a satisfied hum of pleasure. She  risned  out All the soaps she had put on him , she offered him support getting out , keeping her head turned as she did

He took her aid in getting out, leaning on her heavily as he shakily stood up. He wasn’t even really paying attention as she kept her head turned away. He was too focused on staying on his feet and not giving in to the dizziness that was trying to overpower him. she gave him every clothing item he wore to bed  only fulling facing him when his bottom half was clothed. 

He was just trying to focus on getting dressed, feeling far too tired and dizzy to focus on much else. He didn’t even notice that she was intentionally averting her eyes as he slowly clothes himself. By the time he was dressed, he slowly staggered backwards and sat down on the river bank again, a small groan leaving him as more exhaustion crept over his mind.she was made aware he was goons faint any second and had him  leaned his back towards her chest as she stared to brush his hair He let out a small whine as she helped him lean backwards against her, his head falling back against her chest. He was too tired to fight back against her, so he just let out another small hum and closed his eyes, slowly succumbing to the exhaustion and falling further into her hold. His head was starting to loll to the side as she began to brush his hair, exhaustion fully starting to cloud his mind she brushed his hair and lotined him up , putting creams in his hair , then tying his hair up He leaned back against her, letting himself fall further and further into the exhaustion that was taking over his senses. He mumbled incoherent mumblings as she put his hair up, the feeling of her doing these things almost lulling him to sleep. By the time she was done, he let out a small whine and buried his head into her shoulder, breathing slowly evening out into a slow sleepy rhythm.

with a tad of embarrassment she lifted him up and took him back to camp the supplies she used carried in her other hand He mumbled nonsense and leaned himself further into her hold as she picked him up, completely succumbing to the exhaustion as he allowed himself to collapse against her body. He was completely out of it at this point, his consciousness slowly slipping into sleep as she carried him back to camp.

she laid him back on to her bed roll gently covering him up and letting him sleep , she noticed one of the others waking up He mumbled something unintelligible as she laid him back down, burrowing himself further beneath the bed roll with the last of his strength. His eyes were half open for a moment as she laid down beside him, but they soon fluttered shut again as he continued slipping into the sleep he desperately needed.warriors sat up since he smelled something like flowers and her wondered why not really caring why legend  wasn’t in his own roll 

Warriors sat up in his bed roll and sniffed the air for a moment, trying to figure out what was off about the scent that was around in the air. It was probably the smell of the lotions and creams, the scent of which was clung to legend . He looked across the camp for a moment as he sat up, his eyes catching of where legend was currently asleep in a separate bedroll from his own.

“He got sick in the night just cleaned him up a bit  , he’s gotta a fever going which isn’t a good thing gotta see if he sleeps it off” Warriors got up and started walking over, taking note of where legend  was feeling a bit warmer than usual. He could tell he had a fever by just touching his forehead and looking at his flushed and warm skin. With a sigh, Warriors gently sat down beside him and reached up to start to brush a few strands of loose hair from out of his face.” You can go back to sleep , I’m just making sure your alright” Warriors hummed as he kept himself sat beside legend , slowly running his hand through his hair as he watched him. He gave a small nod in response to her and kept his focus mostly on keeping his hand in the Hero’s hair as a small  comfort for him.

Warrior’s slowly started to drift off sitting where he was, slowly leaning back against the ground.  His hand was still slowly running through the Hero’s hair, the motion helping to keep him still somewhat conscious as he slowly began dozing off himself.

“its just a chain of sleepy boys not hero’s”  she said to herself, with a chuckle she put some blankets on him.

Warriors was very much falling asleep where he sat,  legend  was sound asleep despite the fever he was sporting. Luckily, they both looked quite comfortable at the very least, the Hero burrowing himself into the blankets given to him

The pile just kept growing , someone would wake up notice legend not in his roll and Join  next  to wars.  they just kept coming!, and every time she would cover them up with Blankets

 the group continuing to join the pile of sleeping boys. It definitely was a very unusual occurrence, especially considering the fact that almost every single one of them were supposed to be very serious and strong heroes. Yet, here they were, completely out like a light in a pile of blankets and limbs.

Eventually it reached time, and instead of seeing a grown man with a  level head you say a mischievous little  boy in him , and he did too join the pile of men

as he stumbled over to the rest of the sleeping boys. He didn’t even really say anything as he joined them, slowly falling into the pile with a yawn and closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep.

and it was just her left to sleep , staying true to her word , that she would hear the monsters before she could see them, she joined the pile leaning up towards legend , feeling him snuggle up to her, she leaves a kiss on his head, and she joins the sleeping world too

Once she had joined the pile with the rest of the sleepy boys, the whole group was practically cuddling with each other. Time was snuggled up on her left, with Warriors snuggly wrapped around her arm on her right. On the other side of Time, Wind was tangled around his feet, Legend’s head resting against her stomach. And on all sides of Wind, the rest of the heroes were either cuddling each other, or snuggled against her. It was a very comfortable and warm group of sleeping boys. Legend subconsciously muttered in his sleep as she kissed his head, snuggling closer to her out of instinct.

[spidey-d00d]

Him Part 2

Hangman x reader, Rooster x reader

Tw: cursing, heartbreak unedited asf

Summary: Jake confessed his love for you and Bradley overheard, what are you going to do?

Word count: 2.8k

Hi guys! This is the very long awaited part 2 of Him, original summary: “You’re with him and not me! You’re in love with him and not me!” This is very angsty and I’m sorry if it is horrible writing, I’m not on a laptop and i also haven’t written anything in probably a year but i miss it so much and I’m trying to come back with some of my free time! I’m going to tag a few people that asked to be tagged when i posted the original story so I hope you guys like it! I’m sorry it took absolutely forever for this to finally come out but I’m hoping a part 3 will be coming in the very near future if y’all like this enough! Enjoy!

@dempy @budugu @theroosterperch

Weeks had gone by now, you were still with Bradley, happy, and still avoiding Jake and all of the stares he gave you. The two of you hadn’t spoke besides if it involved work and you were okay with that because in your mind you had been battling yourself. You knew it wasn’t fair to Bradley, you doing all of this thinking behind his back as he thought the two of you were blissfully happy, but you couldn’t ruin something for thoughts that you weren’t sure were even true.

You played back countless encounters between you and Hangman and some of them threw up red flags that you should’ve noticed in the beginning. Times in dogfight football where he consciously let you win, being the only one to bring you the beer that you like when the group was hanging out in the bar because he knew you hated their usual, sometimes actually covering your ass when flying and many more. It was something you noticed he didn’t do for anyone else, and that Bradley didn’t do for you.

Bradley was the best though, he was everything you thought you were looking for. Caring, sweet, listens to you, opens doors for you, loves your family, and he was stable. He was everything to you but there was something missing. There was always something that didn’t fit all the pieces together and you weren’t sure what it was.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you were greeted by your favorite beer appearing in front of your face at the hard deck. Smiling graciously at the blonde haired man standing in front of you with a stone face you thanked him and took the beer as he went back to the pool table.He had been slightly cold to you since your talk in the room at the hangers after the exercise. You wanted to talk to him, you really did but you didn’t know what to say.

You watched as some of your team played pool and you waited for your other half to arrive. U weren’t sure how long it would take for Bradley to get here so you just waited patiently. You joined in with laughter as Hangman pulled another win and Payback groaned in defeat, again. Jake had racked up a high winning score against all of the Dagger squad and now it was a score of 12-3 Hangman against the entire squad. His smile shined brightly and beautifully as he laughed along as everyone gained on him for cheating. You couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful he was in this light. He really was pretty and no one could deny that.

The liquid courage burned through your body as you randomly stood up and came up next to him, looking up as he towered over you and tapped on his arm. It gained his attention though he knew you were there, his hair standing up on the back of his neck at your proximity. He always knew when you were around. Looking down at you he quirked an eyebrow, “Can we talk?” You asked, his eyes burning through yours making you look anywhere but his eyes.

Nodding, he led the both of you out of the back door and onto the deck overlooking the beach. There was a beat of silence as you both stared out at the ocean, watching the sun fall behind the horizon. It was beautiful out here. He cleared his throat taking your attention back. “What did you want to talk about?” He tone was hard, like he was trying to keep himself from being vulnerable again. You understood why.

“I-um I don’t really know.” You answered truthfully. You don’t know why you decided this was a good idea, you didn’t know what was going on in your head and you hadn’t gotten your thoughts together before asking him to come and talk. “Alright then I’m heading back inside.” He answered quickly before turning around which made you panic for some reason.

“Wait, Jake.” You rushed out, spinning around to see his back towards you. He stopped hesitantly, slowly turning back around, “What Y/N” He sighed looking at you, tired. You knew he was beating himself up about what he said, but you still weren’t sure what he meant by it.

“Is what you said true?” You asked, avoiding his eyes. You heard him sigh, looking up at the sky for a quick second before looking back at you. “Is what true?” He played dumb.

“Don’t do that, you know what I’m talking about because I’m not the only one that’s been thinking about it for weeks.” You admitted. His eyebrows twitched up in surprise for a second before he face went back to unfazed.

“It was true, but you’re in a relationship and it was stupid and unfair of me to tell you that.” Jake said with sadness to his voice. In truth, Jake had been beating himself up since that day. He knew that you wouldn’t reciprocate what he felt, you two were just friends, teammates. You were in a relationship and he understood where you were coming from when accusing him of wanting to ruin your relationship.You were with his enemy, of course you thought that he wanted to ruin what Bradley had, but what you didn’t know was that he would do anything to make you happy, even if that meant he was unhappy.

“Why would you tell me all of this now? After i got into a relationship? After we were friends for months while i was single? Why now?” You asked, desperation in your voice as you gripped onto your beer bottle for support.

He didn’t understand why you were so torn up about it, you were happy with Bradshaw. “Because I’m an asshole remember?” Jake defended. He was going back to who he was as you hated it.

“Don’t do that. Don’t deflect. Why would you tell me this now?” You doubled down with force in your voice. You wanted to know. Maybe this would help you figure out what was going on in your head.

“Because I have loved you for a long time and I’ve tried showing you that for a while and you never saw me that way. Do you know how much it hurts to finally admit that you love someone and for them to throw it to the side and say nothing but that you are a horrible person and are trying to ruin their lives? I poured my heart out to you since you couldn’t take any hint that I liked you and all you could do was throw it to the side and tell me that I’m an asshole and that I’m trying to ruin your life.” He broke and poured everything out, taking a few steps towards you and closing the distance to where you were almost chest to chest, looking up at his heartbroken blue eyes. Being this close, he could see the tears welding in yours, and how hard you were trying to keep them in.

Silence loomed between the two of you, nothing to be heard besides the noise muffled coming from inside the bar, the ocean hitting the sand and the mix of your breathing. The sound of the door opening and closing was muffled by his speech since you didn’t hear Bradley come onto the back deck. His presence wasn’t know until a throat was cleared and both you and Jake broke out of your staring contest to see him standing there, flicking his eyes between the two of you.

Your heart broke. You knew he heard everything and you didn’t know what to do. “Bradley.” You breathed out as you saw the rise and fall of his chest from his heavy breathing and the heartbreak on his face. He said nothing as he just turned around and went back into the hard deck at a quick pace. Your first instinct was to run after him, and you did before stopping short of the door and looking back at Jake. The torture on your face trying to decide where to stay was all he could see. You debated for a second and that made you feel even worse for Bradley. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“Go.” Was all that Jake said with a sigh. A single tear fell watching his jaw twitch. “Please just stay here, I’ll be back.” Was all you said after running back into the bar. You could see the Hawaiian shirt start to make its way out the front door and you moved fast towards it. “Bradley!” You called out but your calls were ignored.

You finally made it outside and found him almost to his truck. You sprinted after him calling his name but he continued to ignore you. “It wasn’t what it looked like, please!” You begged him as you reached his truck that he was opening the door to. He slammed his door in anger and started towards you with a pointed finger,angry.

“Then why did it just look like Hangman was just confessing his love for you and you just standing there and letting him?” He roared, chest heaving in anger. Maybe it was what it looked like.You were at a loss for words for a second, not only his words asking you by surprise but his anger outburst coming at you paralyzing you in fear. Men didn’t scare you till the anger came through, then you weren’t sure what to do. Flight or fight wasn’t an option for you, paralyzing fear was though.

Shaking his head and headed back towards his truck, as you snapped out of it. “I didn’t know what to say Bradley, its not like i asked him to admit his feelings for me!” But you did. You begged to know why he told you what he did weeks ago, but for some reason him telling you that he loved you wasn’t what you were looking for.

“So you’re telling me that you don’t have feelings for him too?” He asked, standing next to his open door, ready to get into it and drive away. You stood there, mouth opening and closing looking for an answer. You didn’t know, truly. You felt something for Jake but you weren’t sure what it was and you were on the verge of figuring it out when Bradley made an appearance.

Your lack of answer gave him all he needed to know and he started getting into his truck. You rushed to the open window, tears now freely flowing down your face. “Bradley I’m with you! I’m here with you, please don’t do this.” You sobbed trying to get him to stay. You weren’t sure what you were fighting for but losing him like this wasn’t the plan. None of this was the plan. You were happy, what happened?

”But you have feelings for him, so you’re not really with me.” Was all he said as his truck roared to life and he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. “How do I fix this?” You cried, holding onto his truck hoping that he wouldn’t leave.

Bradley sighed, rubbing a hand down his face and finally looked at you, heartbreak in his eyes, looking at the desperation in yours. “You don’t. This, you and me, were over. You can go be with Hangman now, i don’t care what you do as long as it isn’t with me.” His words tore through your heart. You never meant to hurt him, you were just trying to figure out what was going on.

“Please Bradley don’t do this.” You begged him, “I’m with you, I’m here, why can’t you see that?”

“Because of him.” He clenched his jaw, as he nodded his head behind you. You looked back and saw Jake watching the two of you go through this exchange. You lost all the breath in your body as you stepped back trying to regain it, Bradley had shifted his truck out of park and started to roll off. “Bye Y/N” Was all he said as he pulled out of his parking spot and drifted out of the lot.

You sobbed, holding your chest before regaining your composure and your breath and now your attention was turned. You looked back at the entrance of the bar where the blonde still stood, watching you. Marching up to him with heat radiating off you, you walked right towards him and pushed against his check with anger.

“Why would you do that?” You roared. “You were supposed to stay away. You just made me lose everything!” You said while repeatedly pushing him back, and him just taking it stone face. Your sobs racked through your words, “You made me lose everything.” You pushed one last time before letting defeat take over and collapsing, but you never made it to the ground as he wrapped himself around you and held you while you cried.

Gripping at his shirt you tried regaining control but the sadness kept taking over. You never wanted to hurt Bradley, you didn’t want things to end like this, or at all. You just wanted to know what was going on with your head and your friendship. You knew having something too good to be true like your relationship with Bradley would come to an end but you didn’t know it would be to this extent.

Jake held you as you finally calmed down, being able to control your breath and slightly your thoughts. You didn’t want to move though, because then you would have to face him and the fact that you just broke up with your boyfriend and fell into the arms of the man he just watched confess his love for you. Your life was so fucked up and complicated and you wished this was all just a dream and it would be over when you woke up but you weren’t naive enough to know that wasn’t how life worked.

Finally working yourself up to face him, you sat up, wiping your face before looking at him. He had sadness in his eyes, and pity for you. He scanned over your face a reached up to catch a stray tear but you flinched away a flash of hurt flashed across his features but he covered it up quickly. You went to stand up and he followed your actions, both of you wiping off the dirt from your bodies from being on the floor. You kept your stare on the ground, avoiding looking at him.

“I gotta go.” Was all you said before trying to turn away before your arm was grasped and spun back around. “We need to talk about this.” He demanded, making you look up at him. “We need to talk about nothing Hangman, I need to go home and try to fix this.” You stated, but your arm stayed in his hand and you did nothing to move it.

“What are you going to fix? He’s gone and he knows you feel something for me too. You didn’t deny it when he asked.” He countered back. You didn’t know how much he heard but apparently most of it. You didn’t have anything to say back, he was right, but you weren’t going to let this go easily. “Bradley was here first, my priority lies with him, just because you come out of no where and admit that you have feelings for me doesn’t mean i will just up and leave him.” You spit out. You hated how you were treating Jake but the heartbreak and not wanting to accept that you and Bradley were over was taking over your emotions and you were letting them.

“They aren’t just feelings Y/N, I’m in love with you. Isn’t that enough?” He emphasized. You were so conflicted. “I-I dont know Jake.” You sighed. His face dropped and he finally let go of your arm. The cool air made the spot on your arm where his hand was just at even cooler and you felt lost without the contact. “Just go then.” He said calmly.

“Please Jake I can’t lose both of you, i don’t know what to do.” You started breaking again realizing that you might be making the wrong decisions all the way around. Losing both Bradley and Jake in the same hour would be torture for you, you couldn’t do it. “You won’t lose me, but we wont be how it used to be. I can’t do that to myself anymore.” Was all he said as he started back into the bar. You were frozen in your spot, you were going to lose him. You didn’t know what to do. You just stood there, staring at the door that he had entered through, losing sight of him, tears making a reappearance now.

What are you going to do?

[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Nine

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: it's okay I hate me as well :)))

The knock at the door came as Amalia was mid-sip of her second glass of red wine.

After a day of having a door slammed in her face by her younger brother and awkward prolonged eye contact from the man she couldn’t seem to get out of her head, a glass or two of red was more than welcomed.

She sighed quietly and hoped whoever it was would soon leave.

It wasn’t late, Amalia had only just finished cleaning up after dinner and had begun to settle on the sofa with reruns of ‘Say Yes to the Dress’, keen to erase the events from the past few days.

When the second knock came she threw her head back in frustration before pulling herself to stand and answer the door.

Seeing Bishop standing on her front step should have been expected, he was really the only person she knew in this town that bothered to knock, but it still caught her off guard.

He stared at her for a beat before breaking the silence, “Hey.”

He was still dressed in his kutte, having only just left the club. When Amalia peered over his shoulder to the driveway she noted the lack of motorbike, he must have walked from his place which would explain the silent arrival.

She looked back to him, replying with a soft, “Hi.”

Bishop looked at his feet and cleared his throat before speaking again, “Can I come in?”

“Uh… yeah sure.” She stepped back and opened the door further for him, allowing him into her home.

This wasn’t how she saw her night going. She had just finished compartmentalising everything going on in her life right now and had come to the conclusion that she and Bishop were just an equally lonely pair, whos paths crossed unexpectedly for a short time and they were going to revert back to how their relationship was a couple of months prior - essentially nonexistent. And she was totally okay with that. Absolutely. Cool as a cucumber. 

Lie.

She wasn’t sure when she’d grown so fond of the older man, and it hurt to think that he didn’t feel the same.

Amalia followed to where Bishop stood awkwardly near the dining table, eyes anywhere but her.

“Could I uh, do you want a drink?” She offered helplessly. He shook his head, eyes on the carpet beneath him.

“No, I uh… I came to apologise,” he looked at her then, seeing how his words caught the Reyes sister off guard, “Been busy with the club and ah, time got away from me.”

Amalia nodded silently, not knowing what to say. He was the one turning up on her doorstep, he could do the talking. Admittedly it was a childish response.

Bishop continued at the silence, “I’m sorry for not reaching out sooner.”

“It’s okay.” Amalia mumbled. It’s not like she reached out either.

The President shook his head at her response, “Nah, it’s not, querida. I know the other night when I left… I should’ve reached out.”

It was clear that this conversation was making him uncomfortable, Amalia felt the exact same. This was uncharted territory for them. Hell - just over a month ago they were merely friendly acquaintances. It was crazy, how their friendship grew so fast. And it was about to derail even faster by the sound of this conversation.

She sighed and looked around the room, “Bishop look. It’s okay, I get it.” He looked at her quizzingly as she continued, “It was just a… a thing that happened. While we were messing around. I understand that’s all it was.”

Bishop studied her for a moment, remaining silent as he waited for her to continue speaking.

The red wine had started to infiltrate her system by now, and Amalia could feel herself loosening up and letting words fall more freely.

“I mean, look at us!” she gestured between them with a weak smile, “You’re President of an outlaw MC and I’m the communications lead for a building company. We don’t exactly have a lot in common.” 

Everything Amalia was saying was four days worth of pent up emotion. Did she mean all of it? No. But history had taught her that it was easier to be the rejector than the rejectee, “And then, there’s the whole thing with my brothers. Could you imagine if they found out? What a mess that would be.”

If Bishop disagreed he did a good job at hiding it, choosing to remain silent as Amalia rambled away.

She finally reigned it in, stopping herself from digging a deeper hole, “No hard feelings, Bish. Promise.”

After a moment of silence he repeated, “No hard feelings, querida,” eyes locked on hers, “I’ll uh - I’ll leave you to your night.”

Amalia nodded, “Okay.”

He made his way back to the front door and stared at her for a moment longer, “Okay.” He repeated, giving her a small smile and leaving her house.

Well that wasn’t awkward at all.

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Bishop sulked the second her front door closed behind him.

We don’t exactly have a lot in common.

Did that really matter? Was having a lot in common with a person the make or break of a relationship?

He turned back toward her house when he reached the letterbox, catching her shadow moving across the living room. 

On each of the past few days Bishop had found himself staring intently at his phone, either waiting for it to alert him of a new message or in the hope he’d finally rip the Band-Aid off and call the subject of his infatuation.

He should’ve reached out. He regretted that now more than ever.

But this was good, he supposed. It’s better he know how she feels before he attempted to pursue anything further with her.

Sighing, he turned and started the short walk home.

[yankpop]

Yandere NCT Dream OT6

Summary: Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Kidnap/captivity situation; implied future murder.

AN: Mark's not here, so it's only the rest of the boys. Hope you guys enjoy this 💖

I'm not back, just trying to get rid of what I have in my drafts.

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Your heart beats faster than you’ve ever experienced, both adrenaline and fear pumping into your blood.

You only catch a few glances of Taeyong, unable to have a clear view with Jeno and Jaemin protectively standing in front of you, the last one a little far behind so that your body is pressed against his, making you feel Jaemin’s body slightly shaking.

Despite the visual obstruction, you can clearly hear Haechan and Taeyong discussing, as they keep arguing back and forth. “You can’t keep her like this, it’s not….okay.”

Haechan scoffs with disdain at Taeyong’s words. “We’re not keeping her. She wants to be here, obviously.” You frown at hearing that, how could Haechan lie so easily?

Standing on the sidelines, Chenle vehemently nods in agreement while next to him Jisung has panic written all over his face with head going back and forth through the members. Over the time you spent with the boys, it quickly became evident that despite his high height, Jisung was a scaredy cat and hated making decisions, unlike Haechan.

“If she wants to be here, then why won’t you let Y/N say it herself?” You look at Taeyong’s direction, catching a fleeting glimpse of the man looking at you with evident concern in his eyes.

The unexpected eye contact makes you want to plead for help, and you open your lips to say something - anything -, until Jeno moves slightly to the side, effectively hiding you once again from Taeyong’s sight.

His words definitely stir up the group, Chenle and Jisung share a concerned expression as Renjun lets out an exasperated sigh and Jaemin reaches for your hand, tightly holding it without changing his position. This whole ordeal makes you feel conflicted, for one side you badly want to call out Taeyong to help you but you’re afraid of the consequences.

Especially because there are 6 of them but only one Taeyong.

What if they hurt him?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re gonna scare her away, Taeyong.” Renjun tries to intervene, supported by Chenle. “Yeah, you’re probably gonna try to change her mind or something.”

“You’re not gonna get anywhere near her.” Jaemin declares, his voice booming with determination. His words awfully resemble a threat, and the room temperature seems to drop immediately.

The message was clear.

They weren’t going to give you up, no matter what.

And they weren’t gonna allow Taeyong to take you away either. Something you already suspected, but now Taeyong is warned too.

Haechan keeps quarreling with Taeyong but you notice as Renjun turns around to whisper something at Jaemin, who sternly nods and signals Chenle to come closer, followed by a frightened Jisung. Giving you a final look, he pushes your hand into Chenle, his face void of any emotion as he mutters “Take her to the safe room. We’ll call you when it’s over.” his words make you panic, what was going on?

“What? No, guys, I-” You try to push away Chenle, only for him to grab your hand impossibly tighter, forcing you to follow him as he goes for the door exit. You hear some commotion behind you when Taeyong realizes what was going on, yelling at the boys to let you go. Anxiety boils inside you at the radical change of events, making it harder for you to breathe.

You turn your head behind, catching a brief glance of Renjun standing on the side while Haechan, Jeno and Jaemin surround Taeyong.

The vision only lasts a mere second but it’s enough to fill your heart with fear, making you trip on your own feet. Jisung softly pushes you from behind, compelling you to keep moving.

They force you out of the room, closing the door with a loud noise just in time as a fight immediately begins.

Taeyong’s destiny is evident, making you realize that their determination in keeping you is more powerful than you ever imagined.

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[jonathanrogersartist]

I suppose Leslye Headland succeeded in her quest to honor the prequels, inasmuch as she wrote a plot that contrives situations that kept the characters from communicating basic information to each other.

By like the third time Sol was trying to come clean about his sins, only for PLOT to run into the room screaming, I was pretty exasperated.

This brings me to one of my biggest issues regarding how the show handled Sol: the ending really REALLY wants you to think Sol's demise is an act of justice for his crimes (according to Leslye). That this was his inevitable karma for constantly lying and refusing to be honest about what happened on Brendok.

Buuuuuut... the entire fucking show, the man is trying to find a chance to talk to Osha, to do EXACTLY THAT. Sol wanted to come clean, go public with his past actions, and make things right. He was roadblocked by Vern, as well as the convoluted plot. So when he dies, and it's played like 'this is what you get, you shitty toxic manipulative man,' I was flummoxed.

Leslye wanted so badly to make the Jedi seem like assholes, that she wrote a character that wasn't anywhere near as awful as the story she wanted to tell required, but still gave him an ignoble end that should be reserved for villains we actually hate, or at least be clear that his fate wasn't fair.

But again, let me remind you, Leslye thinks this was a 'triumph' for Osha, her coming-of-age moment, the 'fuck yeah, you go girl' ending.

How very Star Wars...

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 16 - Gags

Ghost x Soap - 2.4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon lets Johnny fuck him, but not in the way he's expecting. (Johnny POV)

cw: topping from the bottom, handjobs, cock gag

Johnny tries to give Ghost his very best pathetic expression, his eyes wide and teary, even throwing in a few sniffles for good measure. His shoulders slope low, hands tucked between his thighs and over his hard cock.

“Please, Ghost?” He begs, looking up at his Lieutenant. “Promise I’ll be good, I’ll get you off as much as you want.”

Ghost snorts, shooting Johnny a look that says you’d do that anyway from his spot at the head of the bed. “I don’t think so, Johnny. Not sure I trust a dumb pup like you to know how to fuck me properly.”

Johnny whines at that, dares to inch  a little bit further up the bed. The leash tied to the bedpost tugs a bit, but Johnny ignores it. “Please, please? I can make you feel so good, I just know it. Won’t come until you say, yeah? I can fuck you good, Simon, please let me?”

Ghost sighs loudly, loud enough that Johnny knows he’s being dramatic intentionally, and loudly shuts his book. Johnny can’t help but perk up a little, shocked he’s getting more than a firm No and an order to curl up on the floor for the night.

“You want to fuck me?” Ghost asks, one eyebrow arches high.

“Yes,” Johnny nearly moans, leaning forward and almost choking himself in the process.

“Want me to stretch myself out for you?” Ghost hums. “Fuck myself on a few fingers so you’ve got a nice warm hole to get off in?”

“Please,” Johnny whines, hips twitching up into the air before he forces himself still. Good pups don’t hump, he already knows that.

“Hm.” Ghost gets a thoughtful look on his face, the one that always means either unimaginable pleasure or the absolute destruction of his hole. Most of the time, both. “Alright, Johnny. You can fuck me.”

Johnny can’t quite believe it - Ghost has never capitulated to his begging so quickly, especially not to something so far from their usual routine. Simon’s never shown an interest in bottoming, and Johnny’s usually too horny to care. It was only today, when a gif of a man being yanked by his leash while fucking someone came up on his Twitter timeline, that Johnny started to get a real urge to fuck Ghost for once.

“C’mere,” Simon sighs, standing and untying Johnny’s leash from the bedpost. He rubs Johnny’s head while retying it to the headboard, giving him a few nice scritches down his mohawk. “We’ll keep you up here for a bit, so you don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

Johnny whimpers a little at that, quickly kneeling and keeping his legs spread so he’s not hiding himself - Ghost hates when he tries to cover himself up, says Johnny shouldn’t try to hide what doesn’t belong to him.

Simon grabs a bottle of lube and settles himself in the center of the bed, just out of Johnny’s reach. He stacks enough pillows up to use as a sort of chair, leaning back and setting his feet so his knees are bent, then spreading wide. With the way he’s sunk down, Johnny’s got a clear view of both his half-hard cock and the tight furl of his asshole.

Johnny’s nearly panting by the time Ghost opens the lube, lathering up several fingers on his right hand. He’d be embarrassed about how needy he is already, but he knows Ghost likes it best when he’s out of his mind with want.

Sure enough, Simon huffs a laugh when he makes eye contact with Soap.

“You want a show, pup?”

Johnny whines, jerks his head in a nod, and tries to lean a little further forward.

“Calm down,” Ghost scolds. “‘M not letting you get anywhere near me when you’re acting like that. Be good.”

It’s hard, but Johnny settles back on his knees. He takes a few deep breaths as he watches Simon’s pointer finger slowly circle his hole, entranced by the way the slick lubs spreads. He’s given himself more lube than he’s ever once given Johnny.

Ghost puts on the show he’d promised, moaning even as just one finger slips in. He doesn’t bother going slowly, pushing all the way to the knuckle in one go and shifting in his spot as he does. He thrusts slowly in and out of himself, his free hand jacking his rapidly hardening cock at the same pace.

“Ghost,” Johnny whines when he keeps that same, glacial pace. “C’mon, I can do it for you, let me-”

“No.” Ghost shoots him an unimpressed look, even as he lines up another finger and starts to slowly push in. “I don’t trust overeager puppies with my hole. You just sit still, I’ll use you when I need to.”

They both make a sound at that, Ghost because he’s slipped another finger to the knuckle, and Johnny because he’s so hard he feels like crying.

Ghost doesn’t take long to stretch himself. He works up to three fingers, shifting his hand in a way that tells Johnny he’s looking for his prostate, going even more limp and letting his eyes shut as he moans once he finds it. Johnny can’t do anything but stare, entranced, as the little slick hole is slowly opened. He wants so badly to be inside of it, can hardly breathe past the urge to lunge forward and touch.

He holds himself back though, kneeling stiff and as silent as he can be. Which, to be fair, isn’t very silent at all - using all of his willpower on staying still leaves him whimpering and moaning almost more than Ghost.

Finally Ghost deems himself stretched enough, pulling his fingers out and leaning forward to wipe away the excess lube on Johnny’s thigh. Soap is quick to lean back, spreading his legs so his cock just straight into the air.

Ghost laughs at his eagerness. “On your back for me, pup, flat on the bed.”

It takes some finagling for Johnny to manage the command without choking himself, laying sideways across the bed with his feet hanging off the edge. 

Ghost appears above him a moment later, something black held in his hand. Johnny can only see the bottom of it from his angle, but he recognzies it as a gag.

He whines a bit. “Simon, please, wanna talk to ye.”

Ghost tsks. “You couldn’t shut up just while I was fingering myself, you’ll wake up everyone in a five mile radius if I leave your mouth empty for this. C’mon, open up.”

Johnny listens with minimal grumbling, teething lightly at the small rubber insertion as Ghost ties it around his head. The gag has an oddly shaped panel on the front, right over the mouth, but Johnny hardly notices.

That is, until Ghost pulls a dildo out from their bedside table. That has Johnny’s eyebrows furrowing, has him making a small noise of confusion past the gag.

Ghost laughs as he… attaches the silicone dick to the gag, somehow. “What, you thought I was gonna ride that little cock of yours? Johnny, it’s tiny. I wouldn’t even be able to feel that thing.”

That has Johnny whimpering, tearing up a little at the insult. Ghost pats his cheek once he finally gets the sex toy secured, shifting to kneel on the bed and then over Johnny’s torso, facing his feet.

“Aw, don’t be sad, pup. I’ll still ride your face, that way you can pretend you’re fuckin’ me, yeah?” The smirk Ghost throws over his shoulder, neck bent awkwardly to look down at Johnny’s face, is downright mean.

The worst part is that the cock strapped to his face is bigger than his own. Johnny isn’t small by any means, would even consider himself above average, but he’s not sure he’d be able to full wrap his hand around the thing standing tall and proud above him.

He tries to show his displeasure as Ghost inches back, reaching up to try and paw at the man as the only way to beg he’s got left.

Ghost scoffs as Johnny grabs at his wrists, quickly pinning them down to his stomach with one hand wrapped around both wrists.

“Don’t pitch a fit,” he growls, giving Johnny a warning squeeze that grinds the bones in his wrists together. “I still haven’t decided if you’ll come tonight or not, but behaving like this is making my decision easy.”

Johnny’s cry is loud enough to be heard through the gag, and he tries to make his body language as contrite as possible as he stares up at the tiny gape of Simon’s asshole. A little drop of lubs drips onto his nose and he flinches.

“Now, you just lay there and be good while I fuck myself. I’m being nice, huh? Not even making you do any of the work.”

Ghost’s free hand reaches back to spread one cheek, and Johnny pants as he watches the man slowly lower himself closer and closer to his face. It takes Simon a couple tries to get the head lined up at the right spot, working his hips forward and backward until he’s got just an inch inside of himself.

“Remember Johnny,” Ghost starts, giving his held wrists a light squeeze. “Stay still.”

Ghost slams himself down on the dildo, taking it in one long thrust and imediately leaving his weight on Johnny’s face.

He can’t help but panic a little, hands flailing as best they can. He forgets to breathe for a moment, scared that his nose is blocked by Simon’s ass. He can hear Ghost moaning above him, watches entranced as his hole struggles to take the large invasion. It’s nearly white from how far it’s spread.

Johnny moans at the sight, hips working fruitlessly against his will, desperate to feel the way Simon’s hole would milk his own cock.

Ghost gives himself plenty of time to adjust, rolling his hips just a bit and grinding against Johnny’s face. He’s not even really riding his mouth - if he were, Johnny would at least get to taste him. Like this he’s just stuck trying his best to breathe, watching Ghost’s hole take all it’s given.

Simon raises himself off the dildo slowly, leaning forward and leveraging himself by pushing further on Johnny’s stomach. He lifts himself almost entirely off, leaving just the head of the enormous dildo inside of himself, then slides back down just as slowly. Ghost and Soap both moan in tandem, one in pleasure and the other in need.

“That feels good, Johnny,” Ghost says on a sigh. “Might let you fuck me more often.”

Johnny’s whimper is sad and pathetic, but apparently just loud enough for Ghost to hear because there’s a scoffed laugh as Ghost begins to truly ride Johnny’s face.

He doesn’t speak as he finds his rhythm, and Johnny is left feeling more and more like just the dildo strapped to his face. His cock goes completelty ignroed, and the only point of contact he’s allowed with Simon is the grip on his wrists. He’s being used for Ghost’s pleasure, but not like he usually is - he’s doing nothing essentially just holding up something for Ghost to fuck. It leaves him with a weird mix of desire and self-pity.

Simon doesn’t seem even the slightlest bit concerned with Johnny’s emotional state, far more focused on getting himself on. He drops nearly his entire body weight on Johnny's face with each thrust, slamming his hips down and leaving Johnny unable to see anything but his ass. There’s a brief moment where Soap thinks that if Ghost were to lean any further back, he could very well break his nose.

He must be making himself feel good, with how loud he’s being. At some point he seems to find his own prostate, his moan hitching as he stills for just a moment before riding that exact spot continuously, a stream of pleasured sounds the only noise in their bedroom.

Merciufully, it doesn’t take Ghost long to come at all. Once he finds the right angle, it’s just minutes later that his hips start losing their rhythm, and barely a minute later Johnny hears the slick sound of a cock being jacked, then a splatter of come across his chest.

Soap is wide eyed and panting as Ghost rides through his orgasm, lifting enough that he’s only got the first few inches of the dildo inside of him, and instead focusing on rubbing himself off. Once he’s milked himself completely he fully pulls off with a moan, shifting to lay shoulder to shoulder with Soap.

With his hands left unrestrained, it takes every ounce of control Johnny’s got left to keep from reaching down and giving himself a few firm tugs. It wouldn’t take much at all, he knows he just needs a little bit of sensation to get himself off.  

But he doesn’t. He sits still, takes deep breaths through the nose, and stares up at the ceiling.

It doesn’t take long for Ghost to catch his breath. Once he does he levers himself up on one hand, looking down at Johnny’s teary expression. He strokes his cheek with one hand smiling softly, before reaching behind him to undo the gag.

“Did good for me, Johnny,” he praises. “Sat nice and still while you fucked me, good boy. You wanna come?”

“Ye-es,” Johnny chokes out as soon as the gag is gone, reaching up with one hand to desperately grip Ghost’s wrist. “Please, please, sir, I was good, I was-”

“I know,” Ghost hums, lacing their fingers together and using his free hand to get a firm hold around Johnny’s throbbing cock, stroking slowly. It’s dry and a little uncomfortable, but he moans from the pleasure nonetheless. “Good boys get rewards, you know that pup. Come whenever.”

He’d be embarrassed about how long he lasts if he had any room for thought in his brain, but Johnny’s so stuck on the delicious pleasure, the perfect stroke of Ghost’s hand, the eye contact that leaves him feeling vulnerable, he doesn’t care at all that he hardly lasts a minute.

He’s loud as he comes, so Ghost dips down and gives him slow kisses while he wrings the last stripes of come from him, licking into Johnny’s mouth and letting him do the same. The whole thing feels slow and good in a way Soap rarely gets to be with Ghost.

They’re both breathing heavily as Simon finally pulls back, a thin strand of saliva connecting them.

“There you go,” he purrs. “What do you say, puppy?”

“Thank- thank you,” Johnny pants, eyes falling closed as the pleasure makes his bones feel heavy, sinking deep into the comforter. “Thank you for letting me come.”

The smile is audible in Ghost’s voice as he praises, “Good boy.”

[ruth-writes]

ruthswip

Chapter 3: Alex's POV

Content warnings: physical abuse, depression

            I don’t know what I was expecting when I finally arrived at the hospital, but I wasn’t ready for the three strangers sitting by Jamie’s bed. There was a man and a woman to his right, and a teenager who was holding one of his hands as it hung limply from the side. The sight almost made me break down.

            All three of them turned to look at me as I walked into the room. “Hi!” the woman said in a voice kind enough that it felt fake. “Are you here to see Jamie?”

            I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Sorry, who are you?”

            The woman’s smile wavered, but the tone of her voice didn’t change. She nodded towards the kid holding Jamie’s hand. “Holden’s his boyfriend, and we’re his parents.”

            Boyfriend? Jamie couldn’t have a boyfriend. He never talked to anyone. “Oh. „Well, thanks for staying with him,” I said, hoping they would get the hint. I pulled up a chair next to the apparent boyfriend and took a close look at Jamie for the first time in months.

            I could barely contain a scream. I knew it would be bad, but there was nothing I could have done to prepare myself for seeing it. His face was so swollen from the bruises, it was barely recognizable, and the bandages on his chest indicated broken ribs. Jesus Christ, how could I have let this happen?

            “Fuck,” I said, frantically wiping tears away with my sleeve, but it was hopeless. I gave up and let them fall, ignoring the three people watching me. Why didn’t they just fucking leave? I wanted to hold Jamie’s hand, but the stupid kid wouldn’t let go. Instead, once my sobs started subsiding he asked accusingly, “How do you know Jamie again?”

            “Holden,” his dad snapped, but he brushed it off.

            “What? I’m just asking!”

            God, I really couldn’t deal with a hormonal teenager right now. “I’m his brother,” I told them flatly, and it thankfully made Holden shut up.

            “C’mon, Holden,” his mom said, getting up. His dad followed suit. “Let’s give them some space.”

            He didn’t budge. “I’m not leaving Jamie,” he said defiantly. No matter how much I hated him right now, I had to respect it. Whoever he was, it was clear how much he cared for Jamie.

            “Holden, I’m not arguing with you,” she snapped. “Outside. Now.”

            Holden looked uncertain, but still didn’t move. The mom looked like she was ready to blow a fuse when my Mom walked through the door.

            “What are you doing here?” I snapped, forgetting everyone else in the room as I felt a tsunami of rage rising from my toes to my chest. I jumped to my feet to stand between her and Jamie, my clammy hands balled into fists.

            She had the nerve to give me a surprised smile. “Alexander! I thought you were in Michigan!”

            “Get out,” I said, my nails digging into the palms of my hands.

            She didn’t move. “I came to see- “

            I lost it. A boyfriend I’d never met was one thing, but her? “Get out!” I screamed. She looked at me in shock, and I wasn’t even done. “Listen to me,” I growled, my voice cracking. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you anywhere near him ever again.”

            She swallowed and took a step back. I took one forwards. “Alexander- “

            “Shut the fuck up!” I screamed at her again. “I leave for five fucking months, and you let this happen? Why the fuck are you even here? You don’t care about either of us.”

            She didn’t waste energy trying to deny it. Instead, her fake innocent expression morphed into an unreadable poker face. The same one she wore when watching John have one of his fits. “What do you want to do, then?”

            “He’s gonna come and live with me,” I stated, leaving no room for an argument.

            She looked at me like someone would look at a toddler who’d just claimed they were gonna rule the world someday. “With what money?” she asked.

            “Yours,” I said like it was obvious, even though I was making this up as I went. “You owe us that much.”

            She snorted. “Sweetie, you know John’s never gonna go for that.”

            It occurred to me that with both me and Jamie gone, she would probably become the primary target of his rage. I didn’t know how I felt about that, but it definitely wasn’t my problem. “Well, figure it out. It’s your money, not his.”

            “Or what?” she countered challengingly.

            “Or I’ll take you to fucking court,” I replied smoothly. “And everyone’ll know you were complicit in your children’s abuse.”             She considered it, then said, “Fine. Call me when you’re ready to talk about the details without screaming at me.” She took one last look at me, Jamie, and the hospital room, then she was gone. Just like that, our mom was out of our life.

[errielovesu]

Too sweet

chapter 1 of my first oc fanfiction, please be nice to be I cringe too don't worry, be sure to read the prologue for some extra context or something and yeah enjoy :3 (not proof read im too lazy)

cw/tw: none as of now

Besides beer himeno is a sucker for strawberry milk and maybe banana milk, usually one or the other is in stock but this time had to be my lucky day when none of them are in stock and now i'm not sure what i'm going to fill the fridge with now since we can't just only have beer in there, frustrated I head to the checkout counter and pay for the pain au chocolat that i've always had since I was a child, casually I walk myself back to me and himeno’s apartment, it's around 10 am and she's probably still asleep.

Yesterday everyone in division 4 went out for drinks, rare thing now a days but himeno wanted an excuse to not drink alone or with me since apparently, lately i've just been quiet maybe that's why himeno took me out to drink, it was nothing out the ordinary just so light drinking for me and just having mindless conversation with the other members. As I approach the elevator to get up to my floor I spot a familiar face. “Val-len-tine!!!” Power’s voice echoes through the lobby as she runs at full speed towards my direction she quickly gets ahold of my arm and squeezes me, clear that someone did not want to cook breakfast for the hungry girl, Denji approaches with caution since Power dislikes him talking to me, “Hey valentine, the evil man over there told us no breakfast from him because me and power stayed up playing cards and he couldn’t get his beauty sleep” denji exclaims, looking into powers eye she nods and points at the tall “evil” man that did not cook them a breakfast, I walk towards him as he looks anywhere but my direction. 

“Hey aki..” I poke him on the shoulder, “did you not get your beauty sleeep?” I continue the joke, still not even a look from the man, power snarks at him, “Lets just go up to your apartment and you can make me a delicious breakfast, i'm starving hereeeeeeeee” power squeals, I sigh and nod in agreement, “You're welcome to join too by the way aki…ill let you use the balcony, yeah?” usually I wouldn’t dare let him near the balcony or himeno, I told them if they needed to smoke to do it somewhere else because I couldn’t stand my plants dying, aki looks back, making eye contact with me then power, he slowly starts walking towards the elevator, “I think I just convinced him to stop being evil power” I chuckle.

Opening the door to the apartment, denji and power scurry like rats into the couch and bean bag in the living room, I set my bag down at the kitchen and head to wake up the sleeping himeno herself, knocking softly on the door I call out her name and after a few russels and groans she's up, “You better wear something to cover yourself or no food for you” knowing she will not obey my instruction she walks out in whatever she passed out with. The tv is on, the apartment is loud and warm. “Powers plate is on the left, the rest of you can sit wherever you want” I slightly demand with my voice, everyone surrounds the table and aki is nowhere to be found but of course one glance to the right and he is right on the balcony just admiring the totally interesting sky, I get up from my seat and walk over to the sliding doors that enclose the balcony, sliding them gently and stepping over and sliding the door shut behind me. “I did your job, could you finish now and have something to eat?” He glances my direction, I can barely look at him because its so bright outside, squinting my eyes I ask him to come in, he throws the cigarette out the window, “before you sit down though, can you wash your hands? I can barely stand the smell on himeno when we eat I don't need you to add on to her please” I ask with a bit of sarcasm on my face, Aki never gives me any reactions when I speak, sometimes I hate speaking to him, it feels like i'm speaking to a wall that thinks im stupid or something. “I got it.” Finally a response comes out of his mouth, I motion towards the table and slide the door open again. 

Today is rather quiet, it's about noon now and everyone is doing their own thing around the apartment, himeno and aki are talking, and i'm over here babysitting power and denji. “You know she doesnt like boys, stop trying to talk to her” power sticks her tongue out at denji, “why is this always a discussion with you two? Denji doesnt even talk to me because you scare him away power, look at where he's sitting right now power” I laugh as denji is a good 2 feet away from me, powers attachment to me makes me happy, she's sweet and funny when she isn't doing anything for personal gain and her cat likes me so she automatically likes me more because of meowy. 

“Val, we need to start heading out soon, please kick them out I don't want to do it myself” Himeno says walking towards her room, I stand up and sigh, “well you heard her, you guys also have things to do so please make her happy” I start walking the duo towards the door, aki follows behind me as I open the door for power and denji to walk out, I move to the side to give aki a chance to leave as well, as hes walking out he looks at me, weird, he's just staring me down like he wants to say something, “Thanks.” That's it? It took him that long to utter the word thanks? I dislike non aggressive aki…it's hard to speak to him when he's giving me auto generated response, “anytime, but don’t think ill let you smoke near my plants again” I smile at him, he starts walking towards the elevator where denji is waving goodbye to me and power is just intensely looking at him, waving back I close the door and head to change myself. 

Himeno and I headout the house and embark on whatever Ms.Makima has planned for us and it'll always end with himeno complaining, either way it's the job we have to do so she’ll shut up eventually. Himeno opens the door for me to enter Makimas office, “Hello, valentine.” makima said to me, greeting himeno next. “I've been alerted about a demon with a piece of the gun devil is roaming around Shinjuku station, it's unknown what type of demon it is, if you could go and patrol that area to give everyone peace of mind it would be appreciated.” Quickly me and himeno leave to head to our destination, and soon the complaining will start. “Shinjuku? Really the most populated place we could go to, I hate her stupid assignments, its always some low level slime sucking devil!” I just let her take it out, we shortly started heading towards a train to take us. 

Arriving at Shinjuku station I'm quickly distracted by the thousands of stores I could be exploring but sadly I'll have to focus on finding the devil disturbing, me and himeno walk the streets up and down just patrolling with nothing to be found. Me and himeno stop for some lunch, i'm not really interested in eating anything so I just had a drink while with fascination I watch her eat the burger she bought, wondering what this day is gonna lead us to.

[kindnessisweakness2]

4

Emily signed the paperwork and much to the disappointment of Jax that was the last time he had seen or heard from her in a week. He didn't know what it was but his head was full of her. She was a fucking pocket rocket for sure. She handled Noah, put that crow eater in line without using her fists and shot David Hale down quicker than Clay ever had the opportunity to. He couldn't stop thinking about her and Gemma could see it. Fuck, everyone could. But Noah? God Noah felt it full force. Jax had him busting his arse more than any other prospect, and everyone could guess at why. "When are you gonna stop messing with that kid and just go see her?" Clay questioned as he made his way into the empty clubhouse. Jax shrugged from his place at the bar. He was sipping a cold beer as he sat and watched Noah clean his bike on the security cameras. Yes it was the 4th time in two days he made him do it, but in Jax's eyes it was fair. "I dont know what you mean." Clay rolled his eyes as he poured himself a whiskey. "You got the hots for this girl. Gem told me. Just go see her and let the prospect sleep for god sakes. We have a shipment coming tomorrow, i need him in good shape." It was Jax's turn to roll his eyes at his step father. Never would have guessed Clay to take a prospects side. Standing from his seat at the bar, Jax nodded at Clay and made his way out to his bike. "Pack it up prospect, I've got somewhere I gotta go." Noah stood to his feet and awkwardly twisted the oil covered rag in his hands. "Can I talk to you quickly before you go?" Jax's eyebrow raised in question. Noah seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts, trying to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say without pissing his Vice President off. "Look, I don't want you anywhere near Emily. I know your track record with women Jax And I don't want her hurt." Noah clearly threw caution to the wind and tried to be as firm as possible with Prince of Charming. Noah couldn't deny that part of him hated that Jax could have whoever and whatever he wanted. Women looked at him like he was sex on legs. Perfection, with a physique that the Gods themselves carved. But Noah didn't see the appeal. In his eyes Jax was a dick, and it wasn't like he was the only blonde haired, blue eyed boy in charming. Jax's eyes widened in Suprise at the boldness of the prospect and laughter tumbled from his mouth. Noah felt his chest burn with both embarrassment and anger at the sound. "The last person I'm gonna listen to is you, grunt. Yeah she's hurt and your the one to blame. Hey, who knows? Maybe I'll pay her a visit, make her feel better. From what I hear it's not gonna be hard to fill your shoes." Winking at the prospect, Jax put on his helmet and sped out of the lot, leaving a disgruntled Noah scowling at the reaper that addorned his back.

30 minutes riding aimlessly around Charming did nothing to clear Jax's head and sure enough he ended up in the one place he was adamant he wouldn't go. Leaning against his bike across the road from Emily's home, Jax lit a cigarette and mentally wrestled with himself. He was never this nervous about a girl before. He was the prince, Girls fell at his feet all the time. But this girl? No this girl was different. Fuck. What was he doing? He knew minimal things about this girl, so why was she all up in his brain. Not even crow eaters could distract him from the purple haired pocket rocket. "Jax?" His head snapped up, the sound of her voice halting his pacing immediately. There she stood in joggers and a cropped vest, looking worried. Her hair was down, the long purple strands dangling over her shoulder and Jax's first thought was imagining running his fingers through it. Wondering if it was as soft as it looked. "Jax is something wrong?" Emily spoke again, the concern in her voice clear. Jax found himself frowning at her. "Yeah, there is actually. I havent seen you at the clubhouse." Emily scoffed at the nerve of the man infront of her. She had seen him from her kitchen window and the sight of him pacing, chainsmoking cigarettes made her worried. Now she felt stupid for caring. "Im not a fucking Crow eater Jax. I've heard how the club treats women, thats not me." Emily turned to walk away, but his gentle hand on her arm stopped her. "Thats not what i meant Darlin'. I meant...Fuck i like having you around okay?" Emily shook her head, completely dumbfounded. "Jax you met me twice. You dont know me. Look, if this is a way to piss Noah off, fucking his ex, im not here for it. Whatever he's done, leave me out of it." Jax rubbed his face frustrated. "This isnt about Noah Em. Infact I cant stand him. This is different. Is it so hard to believe that i may actually want to get to know you? That i enjoyed the time I spent talking to you at the clubhouse the other day?" Emily smiled softly at him. "I'm not different. Jax im boring. Your wasting your time here with me. You have multiple women who would give anything to spend a night with you. Dont be stupid. Go." Jax grinned at her as she gave him a gentle shove towards his bike. Throwing his arm over her shoulder instead, Jax guided her back towards her house.

"Well arent you lucky? Tonights your night Em, Im Yours. Let me be the judge of whether your boring." Emily couldnt help but laugh at the confidence on him. It was gonna be a long night.

[delicioussshame]

Now, have this porny fic set in the AU where TLJ is a supervillain. Warning: I literally just finished writing this and I haven't even reread it.

“This is not happening.”

“You lost the bet fair and square, didn’t you?”

“Nothing you do is fair and square!”

“Did anyone, any single person, notice the subterfuge?”

“Yes! Me!”

Tianlang-Jun gives him the disapproving look that response apparently demanded.

It is not Shen Yuan’s fault that people are idiots! They should have noticed that Shen Yuan would never ever have thought about wasting his time on an annoyingly long article proclaiming Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai’s influence on modern harem novel heroines. He would never shame himself in that way! The ladies deserved so much better!

But no, apparently, not even Binghe noticed that the travesty that was published under his name was written not by Shen Yuan but by his coworker, eternal enemy and possibly-maybe-sort-of partner, Tianlang-Jun. Shen Yuan’s heart is broken, shattered into pieces. His genius, his beautiful prose, his witty turns of phrase, all of that amateurishly imitated by Tianlang-Jun just to ruin Shen Yuan’s bibliography, and no one questioned it. To hear all of them, this was just something Shen Yuan would write.

Shen Yuan hates all his colleagues and students. They are 100% to blame for his current predicament. “We’re at work! We could both get fired!”

“Office hours are long over. No one is going to come knocking this late.”

“That doesn’t mean there is no one right next door!”

“You’ll just have to stay quiet then, won’t you?”

“Right, put this all on m-“

Of course Tianlang-Jun is going to shut him up with his tongue. He doesn’t have what it takes to debate Shen Yuan on an even playing field! If he would just let him talk, Shen Yuan would skin him alive.

Sadly, Tianlang-Jun does not know what playing fair even mean. It probably never crossed his mind to let Shen Yuan talk himself out of this ridiculous situation he’s trapped in, and out of the man’s hold, when he can just not let him speak and do whatever he wants on the egregious basis that Shen Yuan did kinda agree to let him do it if he managed to fool anyone with his attempt at mimicking him. Which he did, because again, people are idiots.

Also Tianlang-Jun is a supervillain and has no shame nor morals.

At least he thoughtfully cleared his desk before bending Shen Yuan over it. The last thing they need is students’ papers hopelessly stained.

He is not anywhere near as careful with Shen Yuan’s clothes. Goodbye nice shirt, you will be missed. “Hey! I need to be decent after!”

“I bought you a chance of clothes.”

Shen Yuan snarls. Like he has not noticed Tianlang-Jun’s tendency to repopulate his wardrobe as he wishes. Shen Yuan will not be wearing those slutty waistcoats to work.

But the shirts are nice. Damned old money.

His pants and underwear also follow the way of his shirt, until Shen Yuan is naked, spread over a desk and utterly embarrassed.

Tianlang-Jun, of course, feels not one sliver of embarrassment. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to relocate to my desk permanently? My own office hours would be so much more delightful.”

Shen Yuan glares. “You could also work elsewhere. Maybe you’d enjoy that more.”

“And be separated from you? How could I?”

The thing is, even if Shen Yuan cannot see him, he knows Tianlang-Jun means it. He knows his expression has turned soft. Even if he couldn’t feel it in the way the hands caressing his back turned tender, he would still know his smile did the same.

And because he knows, he doesn’t say anything more and lets Tianlang-Jun live his fantasy of fucking Shen Yuan over his desk, right here at the university they both work at, because “if we get caught you are obligated to bankroll me for the rest of my life.”

A gentle kiss over his nape even as less gentle fingers find their way inside him. “It would be my honor and privilege.”

Shen Yuan blushes. That asshole, again with saying things like that and meaning it! What is he supposed to do with that! He doesn’t know which is worst : being unable to respond out of embarrassment or because of the rising pleasure of the fingers teasing him open stealing his breath.

Tianlang-Jun’s other hand forces itself under Shen Yuan’s, finds Shen Yuan’s somewhat interested cock and decides to make sure it is completely on board.

Shen Yuan shivers and bites his lips. Quiet. The main goal here is to remain quiet. For all he knows, Shang Qinghua is right next door with an ear against the wall, eager for any inspiration for his next chapter. Shen Yuan knows he needs it. He can’t be making a sound, can’t be heard, can’t pant too loudly or let out one of those moans Tianlang-Jun always delights in tearing out of him.

Teeth pressing gently against the lobe of his ear. “Ready, darling?”

Is he? Is anyone ever ready to take that? Shen Yuan knows he’s never been. It always feels like too much, like this will be the time he won’t be able to handle it, and yet, he gets through it each time with tears in his eyelashes, throat raw and mind wiped by bliss.

Low laugh in his ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

That having been Shen Yuan instinctively spreading his thighs and pushing back against Tianlang-Jun, hips raised.

He will deny having done any of this on his deathbed.

Shen Yuan tastes blood on his tongue when Tianlang-Jun pulls out his fingers. He knows what comes next, and he must be silent for it.

He tries to focus instead on the push of the side of the desk in his belly, on the feel of expensive wood against his strained erection.

Please let the wood be unstained. He’ll never be able to exist in this room again if he enters and he’s faced by an unexplained spot.

He’s proud of himself for letting out nothing more than a gasp when Tianlang-Jun enters him, slowly, slowly, pushing Shen Yuan harder against the desk in a way that might be uncomfortable if Shen Yuan could spare the neurons to think about anything, anything at all. Alas, it’s too much to ask of him right now.

“Hush, we don’t want anyone to get curious and come looking, don’t we? You’re a spectacle only meant for my eyes.”

Shen Yuan bites down on his tongue harder, but not even the sting can keep him focused. He challenges anyone in his position to do so.

His sweaty hands slide over the polished wood, trying futilely to find purchase, to hold steady despite how his whole body is thrown forward with each overwhelming thrust.

Shen Yuan’s vision is blurry with tears and his mouth hurts with all the sounds he’s holding back by the time he comes, Tianlang-Jun’s cock inside him and the hand cruelly wrapped around him. But by the time Tianlang-Jun himself is done, Shen Yuan is a mindless mess over the desk, aches and pains far away sensations he’s almost blind to.

Shen Yuan trembles as Tianlang-Jun pulls out and the world slowly but surely reasserts itself. “Oh dear, I’m afraid I pushed you a bit too far. Oh well, I’m sure there is no one left at the university. I could probably carry you to the car like this and no one would be the wiser.”

That wakes Shen Yuan up. Carrying Shen Yuan’s naked and spoiled body all over campus seems like something Tianlang-Jun would love to do. “Absolutely not” is what he tries to say, but he ends up sounding more like “Absolty noth.”

Tianlang-Jun pulls out a towel and… a thermos? out of nowhere. “Let’s clean you up first. Can you sit up?”

Shen Yuan seriously does not want to sit up. That does not seem like it will be a pleasant experience.

“Roll over then. I’ll take care of you.”

It is still ridiculous that Shen Yuan trusts a supervillain, well, former supervillain, anywhere near him, and yet, here they both are, despoiling the ancient institution that is the university they are supposed to promote and respect.

Whatever. He’s tired. Tianlang-Jun won’t hurt him. This whole thing is his fault, he can deal with it. Shen Yuan can’t be bothered to do anything. He’s just going to close his eyes tightly shut and erase from his consciousness his current emplacement until they’re back into Tianlang-Jun’s nice house. That shouldn’t take too long.

“You were lovely. Thank you, darling.”

Shen Yuan really, really wants to tell him to stop with his nonsense, but for some reason, probably fatigue, he can’t be bothered. He settles for what Tianlang-Jun will certainly interpret as the slap he intended and not the caress he ended up with.

[giovannisimp]

Inanimate Insanity: After School Edition - The Event

**DISCLAIMER**

The following story contains:

Gore

**VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED**

“So, what do you think of my earrings, girls?” Bow asked, showing off her new earrings to her classmates, Marshmallow and Apple.

“Oh my goodness they’re so cute!” Marshmallow gushed.

“I agree,” Apple spoke, “but why are you dressed all fancy again?”

“Dad’s got this huge meeting for his job,” Bow explained, “and there’s gonna be a kids area, so he decided to let Dough and I come.”

“Speaking of which,” Dough chimed in, “It’s about time. Let’s go ask one of the adults if they can take us.”

The Cooker children approached the four caretakers.

“Aww, Bow!” Poppy gushed. “You’re so cute! I love your dress sweetie!”

“Thank you Poppy,” Bow bragged, “I know, I’m perfect!”

“Can one of you take us to the Meeple store on Chavez Boulevard?” Dough asked.

MePad spoke up. “I will gladly-“

“You’re not going **anywhere** near an Meeple store.” MePhone had roughly grabbed his little brother, sending pain through his arm. “Do I make myself clear?”

MePad sighed. “I understand…” He never understood MePhone’s hateed toward their father’s company, but he’d listen to him either way.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Toilet chimed up. “I can drive, I can take them!”

“Why don’t you go take them then?” Poppy suggested, wrapping their arms around one of MePhone’s arm in an attempt to calm him down.

“Okay kiddos, follow me!” Toilet was excited. Bow and Dough followed him.

Bow and Dough had arrived at the Meeple store, and of course it was busy. They walked inside and were immediately approached by Tim Cooker, vice president of Meeple, and father of the two children.

“Hello my lovely children!” Cooker greeted them. He loved his kids and would do anything for them. “How was after school care?”

“It was okay.” Dough said.

“Well,” Cooker responded, “the kids area is over there, other workers have their kids over there too, so you won’t be alone.”

Bow and Dough had gotten to the kids area, and was met with scrutinizing judgement.

“Ugh, it’s one of the big boss’ kids…” One kid spoke up.

“What does **that** have to do with anything?” Bow got snappy. She felt intimidated and outnumbered.

“You think you’re better than us, do you?!” Another kid got aggressive.

“Uh… no?” Dough spoke. He sounded like he had an attitude.

“They do!” A third kid spoke up. “Throw them to the streets.”

Despite their protest, the children pushed Bow and Dough outside through the nearby door, and shut it. As Bow banged on the door, she could hear laughing from the other kids.

“Ugh, those jerks!” Bow groaned.

“It’s whatever.” Dough responded. He didn’t really care.

A car’s headlights came approaching. It parked right in front of the two children, and a familiar face to them stepped out of the car. The children recognized his curly golden beard, that wrinkled face, and those round glasses.

“Oh, look!” Dough sounded hopeful. “It’s Mr. Cobs! Mr. Cobs, we-“

*SHRNK*

Dough was stabbed in the neck by the older man. Bow stood there, shocked. This was her father’s most trusted ally, and he just stabbed her brother in the neck. Dough fell to the ground, limp and bleeding.

“Dough!” Bow rushed to her big brother’s side.

“**You.**”

Cobs approached the little girl.

“You gonna say something? Or are you gonna keep that mouth sealed?”

Bow was threatened, but she couldn’t just let her brother die in vain. She had prepared to scream. Cobs took notice of this, and stabbed her 1 times… which turned to 4… which turned to 16… which turned to 64. He had stabbed the little girl 64 times in the stomach and gut. He gathered their bodies in a trashbag.

“I’ve got what I’ve needed. Time to see if my

hypothesis was right.

He threw the bag in his car’s trunk and drove off.

[floralcavern]

Continuing the adventures of my sapphic dnd characters

Lox wrapped around her long braid into a braided bun before flipping her hood up. 

“Ready to get going, Princess?” Titania asked, flicking her pocket knife in and out as she leaned against the willow tree they’ve been camping out near for about a week. 

They had been on a constant move for a matter of months, never staying in one place for too long. 

Lox rolled her eyes. She’s given up on getting Titania to stop with the nicknames. 

“Ya, I’m ready.”

Titania smiled and put her pocket knife into the holster on her leg before pulling her mask up. “Wonderful!~”

“You’re mask makes us look like bandits..” Lox said, exasperated. 

“I am a bandit!”

“I- Well, I’m not! And people may associate me with you!”

Titania giggled and reached up to poke Lox’s cheek. “People already do, princess~”

“I mean..! In our civilian forms!” She said, her pale face a strange shade of red. “People will think we’re suspicious and that we’re going to rob them!”

“Oh, calm down. We’ll be fiiiiine!”

Lox pouted and Titania shrugged before running ahead and flying into the trees, jumping branch from branch. 

“Ughhh!!” Lox hated when she did this. It made it harder to keep up with her. “I get it! You’re talented in gymnastics!” She yelled, chasing after her. 

She was panting as she tried to keep up with Titania. Wherever she got this much stamina was a mystery to Lox. Most likely her wings giving her an extra boost of wind. 

She reached the end of the forest and into the clearing that led to the local village. “Titania?” Lox called, not seeing her anywhere. “Where are you?!”

Titania poked her head out from the tall grass, yelling “Boo!” and scaring the bageezus out of Lox. Another annoying thing about Titania. Being a fairy, she was able to hide easily because of her height and scare the hell out of Lox. She was grateful that Titania was only half fairy, otherwise she’d be even smaller. 

She karate chopped her head in a panic. “OW! Shit, Loxxie!”

“Sorry, instinct!”

“Ugh. Whatever. Cmon, let’s go get our groceries.”

The two waded through the crops and tall grass on the outskirts of the village, passing by farmers who gave them anxious looks. 

“A whole village of Tabaxi!” Lox said in wonder. “Based on the farmers we’ve seen, I thought only a few of the people living here were.. but.. wow!”

“Hey, quit staring.” Titania bopped the back of her head. “They’re not a circus. Just people.”

“R-right!” She said, her face flushing from embarrassment. She quickly turned away from the villagers. She knew what it was like to be ogled at. But she still found herself being that way to other’s. Tabaxi are thought of as exotic. She’s always been disgusted by the stereotype, but still found herself being fascinated with them. 

“All right. What’s on our grocery list?”

“Nothing specific. It really depends on what they’re selling..”

She looked at the vendors and mainly looked at the fruit. “Ohh! They have dragonfruit!”

The man selling the fruit chuckled. “Yes, I bought them from a Dragonborn.. friend of mine..” he brushed his claws through his dark gray fur. 

“Hmm.. let’s see..” she picked out a couple of apples, dragonfruit, and bananas. 

“How much?” Lox asked. 

The vendor thought for a moment. “30 pieces of silver. 

Titania slammed her fist onto the counter. “You serious?! For some fruit?!”

“Hey, sorry, but this stuff is hard to come by,” he said. He didn’t seem sorry though. There was this mischievous flint in his green eyes. 

“Well then, surely if the guy supplying you your fruit is your friend, he’ll understand why you had to sell some stuff for cheaper. Maybe a couple of bandits came in and.. caused some trouble..” she said, reaching for the knife on her leg. 

“Titania, don’t!” Lox said, grabbing her arm. 

The people in the market place turned to look at them curiously. Lox blushed brightly and pulled down her hood in embarrassment. “We’re sorry, sir. We’ll be in our way.”

The vendor watched as they left, a smirk of curiosity on his face. 

They reached a secluded alleyway. 

“What were you thinking?!” Lox yelled at her. “Threatening him?! How idiotic do you have to be?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, princess! But we’re outta food, and that guy was trying to scam us!”

“Who CARES?! We can just go to the next village and see if they have cheaper prices there!”

“The next village isn’t for miles! We wouldn’t make it!”

“Hunting is always an option!”

“W-well, ya, but-!” She blushed angrily. “I figured you’ve gotten tired of eating the same thing for months! You got so excited by the market, I-! UGH! Forget it!”

Lox stared at her, wanting to know what she meant by that, but she didn’t get the chance to when a bunch of curious Tabaxi  came over when they heard the shouting. 

They quickly sped walked away from them, avoiding eye contact. Two farmers, seeming to be brothers based on their matching tabby pelts and ginger fur, were holding two pieces of paper and looking at Lox and Titania, squinting their eyes at them before they jumped. 

“STOP THEM!” One of the brothers shouted. They lifted the papers, revealing Lox and Titania’s wanted posters. 

Everyone gasped. Some ran to protect themselves or their families. Some looked around for weapons. 

“Run?” Lox recommended. 

“Run,” Titania said in agreement. 

The two turned and dashed, Titania being much lighter on her feet and faster, as usual. 

A mob of angry farmers chased them, waving pitchforks. They turned, trying to escape into the grassy fields of their farmlands. But it was hard to escape them, with their sharp sense of smell. 

One came up close to them, one of the ginger tabby brothers. 

He was about to jump at Titania, but Lox pulled out her sword, which she had hidden behind her cloak. 

The sword was pure white with gold veins running through it. The hilt was silver and gold. There was a symbol on the hilt. Three ruby studded 4-pointed stars, the symbol of the royal court. 

She slashed her sword, intentionally missing, allowing for him to stagger back. She planted her sword into the ground, a large, golden bubble surrounding her and Titania. She let go of her sword, letting it stay in the ground. 

“The shield won’t last for long,” Lox said. “We gotta think of a plan to get out of her. Any ideas? No bad ideas!”

“I got nothing! I’m a bandit of the NIGHT. In the night, I can easily escape!”

Lox was panting and looking around desperately, trying to think of something. “We’re gonna die..” she whispered. 

“Not if you actually fight. Cmon, Loxxie! I know you can beat all of them with one strike of your sword!”

“I’m not going to hurt a bunch of innocent villagers!”

“Innocent?! They’re trying to capture us!”

“Still not gonna hurt them!”

“UGHH!”

She hesitated. “You run for the forest. I’ll keep them distracted.”

“WHAT?!”

“You’re way faster than I am. Or you can just fly away.”

“You think I’m just LEAVING you?!”

“We have no other option!”

“But I won’t! I won’t!!”

“Titania, I’m not messing around here!”

The bubble began to flicker, revealing a group of farmers trying to stab through it with their pitchforks. The spell was about to wear out. Titania grabbed her hand. “Loxxie, I can distract them and you run!”

“We both know I won’t survive out in the wild without you!”

“But-!”

“My, my~” said a voice, echoing. The voice didn’t sound physical. Almost like it echoed in their heads. 

“Who’s there?!” Titania yelled. 

The voice giggled. Outside of the bubble, they could hear a loud “BOOM!” And then a light chime. 

Lox immediately knew it was magic. She could feel the aura of the spell through her bubble. Magic stronger than her own. Her sword jutted out of the ground before flying into the sky, the bubble disappearing. Lox caught her sword by the hilt as it fell back to the earth. 

All the farmers seemed to have been knocked out. 

“What happened..?” Titania said, lightly kicking one of the farmers. 

“I have no idea..” she said, sheathing her sword back in her back. 

There was a light wind coming from the tall grass, and out stepped a prowling Tabaxi. His grey and black striped tail swayed and his ears pricked from under his hood. 

“You..” Lox said. “YOU’RE THAT VENDOR!”

He smiled and laughed. “Yes I am~ I’m Wilting Willow. But I’m ok with just Wilt.”

“How did you..” Lox murmured, looking at the sleeping guards. 

“Oh, simple sleep spell. Not too much work.”

His tail swayed back and forth. “I had a feeling you two were the ones on those wanted posters.” He laughed lightly. “Cmon. Come with me to my hideout. You can eat there.”

The two exchanged looks. “I don’t trust him..” Titania murmured. 

“I do..”

“You trust everyone.”

“Cmon. He saved us.”

“Ugh.. fine..”

The two followed him to a cave near the village. 

“So you don’t, like.. have a house?” Titania asked. 

“Oh, no. I don’t live in that village. Just come by to sell my goods. Villages and society really aren’t my thing.”

“I feel that,” Titania said, nodding her head. 

The cave was cozy. A bookshelf in the corner with a lectern holding a thick book with mysterious runes and symbols. A couple of sturdy shelves that allowed Wilt a way to get to the bed hanging from the ceiling. 

A fire was blazing in the center of the cave with a pot hanging over, cooking a vegetable stew. 

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he purred. 

“Cozy..” Titania commented. 

“Thank you!~” he said happily, standing next to the fire, soaking in the warmth. He stroked his grey fur and let out a relaxed sigh. 

He walked over to a box sitting on an empty shelf. He tossed them both a dragonfruit. “Here, ladies. Apologies for the price earlier. Man has to make a business. And I promised my.. supplier.. that I’d get a lot of money for him with those dragonfruit.”

“It’s.. no problem..” Titania murmured. 

Lox was about to bite into it, but stopped when Wilt started laughing. “Don’t eat it like that! You cut into it. And save it for later. I’ll give you girls more supplies later. Just sit down. Dinner is almost ready!”

They hesitated, but Lox plopped down next to the fire. 

He grabbed a bowl and spun the spoon around in the stew. “My supplier gets me only the best vegetables!”

“Your supplier must be a cool guy, getting you all this stuff.”

He giggled mischievously. “I suppose you could say that.”

There was stomping near the cave entrance. “Oh! There he is now!”

There was a Dragonborn standing at the entrance. His jade green scales shimmered and his yellow eyes glowed. 

“Lecid!” Wilt said happily. He rubbed himself against the Dragonborn, Lecid, purring happily. 

“Wilt,” he said, standing still and not acknowledging the affection Wilt was displaying. He dropped a bag full of apples to the ground. “This week’s supply.”

“Oh, thank you! Say, why don’t you stay for dinner! I have guests!”

Lecid looked at the girls with a blank expression before grunting a greeting and sitting next to them. 

“Wow..” Titania murmured. “He is hot!”

“Titania!” Lox said. 

“What?!”

Lox pouted. She didn’t know why she was so mad. “It’s rude to just say that to a stranger!”

“It’s a compliment!”

“Enough fighting!” Wilt said. He sighed and handed a bowl of stew to everyone before sitting next to Lecid, staring up at him with a smile. Lecid ignored him and stared ahead as he ate. 

“So..” Lox murmured. “That spell that you performed earlier.. how did you..?”

He smiled, tilting his head. “A simple spell.”

“Are you.. a wizard?”

He laughed. “What did you think I was! Silly, silly Paladin.”

She jolted up. “Don’t you insult me like that!”

“Who said I was insulting you?”

“I-it was insinuated!”

He laughed again and finished up his stew before jumping onto one of his shelves, then the next, then the next, before jumping into his bed. It swung back and forth for a moment before he settled. “You girls make yourselves at home. Oh, Lecid! If you want, you can join m-“

“I’ll be leaving now,” Lecid said before standing up. 

“Aww.. w-well, thank you for the apples!”

“Mm.”

Lecid turned to leave, flowers seeming to bloom from behind him as he left. 

“Cold..” Lox said. 

Titania shook her head. “I’m guessing he’s a Druid. Look at the flowers. He’s into him. Just repressing it. But his feelings are coming out through the flowers.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve dated a Druid or two.”

“Of course you did..”

The two curled up next to each other. They were used to this. Titania ran her fingers through Lox’s hair and they breathed out a sigh. It’s been a while since they’ve had a proper meal. 

“Night, Titania..”

“Night, Princess.”

“Night, girlies!” Wilt said from his bed. 

“Um..” Lox murmured. “Night, Wilt.”

[poetrypage-for-anewage]

You do me no favors you tell only lies

Somehow I still see through deep in your eyes.

So it should be no surprise the way you act

As fickle as flies, as a matter of fact.

I see you here I hear you there

you are in everything everywhere.

But I do not smile I only tire

The way things were who you were it's been a while.

It's not happiness that I miss

or the softness from your kiss

These arent the things Id choose if I had a wish.

No it's something else all these things untrue

If it's time I have I always choose you.

But this is not something I can choose to have

You've chosen a life that drives you mad.

You drag me through it on a thin piece of yarn

You spun it from me I gladly gave you my arm.

I thought you use it to keep yourself warm

But now it's you I have to mourn.

You are not here you are not there

You are not tangible so I grab at the air.

This life can be unfair but it's you who brings us there

This life could be happy but it's you who are unfair.

We cannot blame the universe it did what it can

It's always been you who always chose another man.

You were scared I would do it so you struck first

You always knew what to say what really hurts.

I cannot give you what you will not let me

It's you for my heart who is the real enemy.

Too scared to stand here in front of me

Too scared to say too scared to be.

You become no one and nothing twords me.

You give no effort like your heart is empty

I would say soul but that's easy to see.

You lost yourself in searching for me

But you never came where I told you I'd be.

You did not look for me in me

You only searched in others you see.

One day you'll realize

there is no prize.

There is no game there is no fun

And what you've done cannot be undone.

No longer blame me for these things, I see

I'm not the only one it's clear to me.

I know you're not blind unlucky or dumb

Did you just chose dumb things like short-term fun.

You thought avoiding what was really true

Would somehow help you get past and through.

You knew the answers and showed the rest

You gave it to me and I passed with glee.

For the test was not to see if I was the best

For in it you hoped I would fail miserably.

Then you would have justification to run and flee.

To give you a reason to hate me

But I already knew the universe meant it to be.

Showed up every second throwing you at me

But in those moments you cease to be.

You had no intention no matter how it came to be

To do the opposite and do it excitedly.

I tell you now, I don't know how many there will be

These chances the universe gives opportunity.

You destroyed so many like a fire burning endlessly

You may have desire but you try and burn it in the fire.

This no longer rhymes as the end comes its time

In the future you will come across me

But do not look me in the face

don't come anywhere near me not even with space.

You had your chance you had your time

Will always cherish you but no longer after this time.

You do not try and I see the chances me and the universe give

As you throw them away stomp on them and act like we never did.

But my heart was in there and my brain All of Me.

And you stomped and you kicked for the last time

I've seen enough the signs so Grand.

And if not here if now you do not come to me

I've run out of ways to try

You've made me no longer know why

Like a bad dream maybe I should forget.

But I grow tired and weary yet

I still do not see you in front of me.

This pointless dream you will never let it be

The dream comes to close as my eyes do too

In my arms you will not be

I will not hold you while you get a kiss from me.

Your forehead stays cold as I grow old

And from what I've been told your heart is icy cold.

I do not know what's left of you

But in the end when we finally die old

The stories of you and how we met will never be told.

You are not something I will speak of

Because you are no longer something I smile because of.

You're only this thing that follows and darkens me

And in my hurt you stay with me.

But in my heart I want no hurt.

I need room for happiness to grow you see

Love will blossom it pours out of me

But you do not drink love and you do not care

I'll give it to someone else they'll have my hot air.

These poems I wrote for you are unfair

For in the words there is beauty there

But in you there's only despair.

Your words have no weight they're only hot air.

And they float away like they were never there.