#every random ass game that they have never given a fuck about since they released getting taken down

[parasitoidism]

the sheer greed of video game companies really staggers me sometimes like I'm still really fucking mad thinking back to how vimms lair got fucking gutted by nintendo and sega a few months back

[infernal-fire]

five types of love.

what to expect: smut, swearing, friends w/ benefits arrangement, mention of Imposter syndrome, fluff, angst, heartbreak, overstimulation, implied creampie, rough sex

a/n: a little warning; you will be choosing your ending - there is a happy one and a sad one. a huge shoutout to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ and @angrybirdcr​ for talking to me about the fic and offering such amazing advice! and @tuiccim​ was so damn lovely, even offered to beta this (though all mistakes are my own).

summary: you once heard that there were eight types of love. you only knew of five; the five that caused you to fall for one, blue-eyed menace.

Ludus: uncommitted, casual love that can attribute to a flirtatious and fun conquest. Not to be mistaken for Eros.

“I think we’re forgetting the reason why the mission failed in the first place. If the older fellow took a suggestion once in a-”

“-Tony, you know damn well that there were civilians in there.”

Steve and Tony glared at each other from across the briefing room. The tension in the room was exorbitant, but then again, it had been that way since Bucky joined the team. 

“This is exactly why we need the new girl. You super-soldiers and billionaires are getting tangled up in each others’ asses and forgetting about what it’s like for the normal people,” Rhodey sighed.

“The last thing we need is another trainee fucking up orders,” Tony snorted and began messing with his tech. The projector flipped through random screens, FRIDAY most likely filtering out the irrelevant news. 

“If you have a problem, maybe you should say it to his face,” Steve seethed, now standing up to match Tony’s stance. Usually, this type of jab at Bucky wouldn’t rile him up, but the super-soldier was at his wit’s end following the events of the latest mission.

Beside him, Bucky lightly tugged on his friend’s hand, signalling him to disengage.

“You’re with them?” Tony incredulously questioned Rhodey. 

“I’m with the idea of calming this room down.”

“Besides, she’s already been prepped for her first mission,” Natasha piped up. “We’re supposed to have a sit-down in 5 minutes... that is, if you boys can get your shit together.”

The room broke out into a chorus of muttering and everyone settled in their seats again. Captain strode to the front of the room and pulled up his game plan, fiddling with the map FRIDAY was projecting. 

You, on the other hand, could not decide how to act in front of the Avengers: Laidback? They wouldn’t take you seriously. Know-it-all? No, that was Stark’s play. Timid Tiffany? If you wanted to seem secretly conceited? Sure. That would work for now.

When Vision floated out to bring you in, you didn’t even flinch at the unforeseen phasing. Impressed at your lack of a reaction, Vision faltered before ever-so-courteously introducing himself. 

Could this sentient being laugh of his own volition? You gave him your name and dramatically curtsied to test your theory; he could laugh, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was not at all robotic. 

You felt the room intently eye you as you ambled to your seat beside one, blue-eyed menace. You half-expected the team to introduce themselves, but who were you kidding - anyone could hear the argument from three corridors away. There was no point in pretending like they wanted you here, but that wouldn’t deter you.

You glanced at your neighbour, met with the pleasant face of the one and only. James Buchanan Barnes was known to be a handsome devil, but the reputation of the Winter Soldier often precedes him; that, unfortunately, does not stop you from eyeing him. 

When he caught your stare, you scolded yourself. You’re such a creep. 

When he smirked at your ogling, you praised yourself. Oh, hello there. 

This is gonna be fun.

Eros: sexual, passionate love that is fueled by lust.

It didn’t happen after the first mission; he had the decency to wait until the fourth mission to knock on your door. 

You had been putting away the last of your belongings, finally adjusting to the grandiose living conditions the Avengers Tower provided.

As soon as you unlocked your knob, the door flung open; Bucky's stare was partially inhibited by his hooded eyes. He hadn’t always looked at you like that. 

Like what?

With unadulterated craving. 

That day, he strode in like he owned the place. You didn’t expect the shove that caused you to land on your bed with an oomph. Bucky wasted no time, climbing onto your form, straddling you. By the time you understood what was happening, a single finger was pressed into your lips.

“Either tell me you don’t want this right fucking now,” he leaned in, close to your face, “or shut the fuck up and let me use you.”

You whimpered in response.

“Not good enough.”

“Use me.”

That’s all the affirmation he needed. 

You pushed off the bed to try and meet his lips but he firmly pinned you down by your shoulders. Bucky reached into your panties and circled your clit without hesitation. It only took some swivelling, his intense gaze and the unexpected plunge of his fingers in your channel to make you see stars. Bucky had made you come before kissing you.

When he finally slotted his lips against yours, it was nothing short of all-consuming; you hadn’t even realized the absence of clothes on your body. Had it been ten minutes? Or thirty? It was hard to tell when you were being ravaged by another.

He made you come twice more: once with his fingers’ repeated dipping and pressing into the soft, spongy part of your cunt. The second time was with the talented sucking and flicking of his tongue. Technically, it was the third time.

None of your past partners had been this steadfast in their duty to pleasure you. You were already putty in his hands, ready to be moulded according to his needs. Part of you was ready to tap out, unable to fathom the likelihood of coming over his cock again, but the better half of you needed it.

In your orgasmic haze, you failed to notice that his clothes were being discarded - if you did, it would have given you the opportunity to gawk at the body that you so desperately wanted to see shirtless. When you finally registered his naked person, your hand involuntarily traced the connection between the metal arm and flesh. He threw his head back and groaned before kissing you again. 

He pulled off, just enough to get a good look. 

“Look at you, all fucked out. I didn’t even put my cock in.”

He pumped his shaft with fervour before pushing the blunt head against your slit. You winced at his attempt to put it in.

“Made you cum three times and you’re still too fucking tight,” he muttered and ran his length up and down your folds. Once he had accumulated enough slick he tried again, this time, successful.

You moaned as he slowly sunk in and buried his cock to its absolute limit. If the walls of your pussy had a voice, it would be absolutely hoarse. You also realized that he only bestowed the three orgasms in hopes of reprieving the pain of the stretch. Without the preparation, he might have torn you in half.

When he began moving, the only thing that was slow or soft about him was his lips against your skin. The thrusts were punishing; if it wasn’t obvious that he was angry before, this made it clear as day.

You screamed and moaned, alternating between keening and arching your back; the pleas did nothing to falter his furious pace. The smacking of your skin was only heightened by the slick that your cunt produced in attempts to accommodate his length. Every time he pulled out, his balls were connected to your sex with a string of come.

If someone told you that you could come five times within forty minutes, you would have face painted and dressed them up like a clown.

Now you laid in bed, being used like a rag doll, begging Bucky to stop you from coming a sixth time that session. It was usually the dirty talk that got you off, but he hadn’t said anything aside from the occasional ‘shut up’ or ‘shhh’. His movements alone had you convulsing around his length.

His thrusts didn’t get sloppy. Rather, they increased in force, as his cock sought space beyond your cervix. You tried to scream, but all that came out was more broken tears and cries. At last, he let out a pornographic moan as his load flooded your insides. Sure, you had let past boyfriends come in you, but you never actually felt the liquid shoot up inside you, until today.

Following the pop sound that his cock made as it pulled out, you whined again. You could feel your heartbeat throb down there. 

He flipped you onto your stomach and smacked your ass, laughing at the way you sobbed in pain before disappearing from your room altogether. 

He was gone as fast as he showed up. 

And he ruined everyone else for you.

In all fairness... you asked for it.

Philia: the deep, virtuous love that is formed in a good friendship. Lovers share a strong bond when Eros and Philia feed into each other.

What started as a release from the frustrations that accrue on the battlefield turned into a deep connection that neither of you had anticipated. Sex had only been used as a tool in the act of psychological detachment until that day. 

It was a failed date of some sort: either you had been stood up or the guy was a total moron. You could wrack your brain for the memory, but in any matter, it was all irrelevant now. 

You were upset, not just at your lack of a love life, but at the imposter syndrome that had weaselled its way into your liveliness. Feeling like you weren’t enough was catching up to your daily life and even Bucky had noticed the hesitation during your post-mission escapades. 

Before you knew it, your hand was knocking on Bucky’s door at the ripe hour of 1 AM. 

You heard the muffled thumps of his footsteps and considered booking it out of there, but before you made up your mind, the door opened.  As you had predicted, Bucky was wide-awake. 

“What?” 

You had wanted to sass him for his tone but decided against it since you were the one who interrupted his 1 AM activities. You shook your head from the clouds and mumbled incoherently, starting to walk away. The coldness of his metal arm abruptly gripped your wrist.

“Are you okay?”

You hated that question. You could be doing so good, holding in the burden of a horrible week, but the moment someone asks you that question, the dam would disintegrate into dust, only to be washed away by the inevitable waterworks. 

The sob you let out didn’t loosen his hold. He let you cry and watched as you tried to wipe away the unrelenting tears, still refusing to close the gap between your bodies. Finally, you shuffled into his arms where he bear-hugged you, cupping the back of your neck and holding it to the junction of his neck. 

"You smell nice,” you sniffled. 

He lightly chuckled before dragging you into his room and seating you on the bed. He ordered you to stay there and rummaged around his cupboard before pulling out a bottle with red liquid sloshing around. 

“You keep that in your room?” you snickered, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, before blanching at your state. Hell, he had seen you naked, how you look right now is the least of your concerns. 

“In case of emergencies,” he winked. “This seems like a real emergency.”

A fresh wave of tears pooled in your waterline as you peered at your hands that were picking at each other. 

“I don’t have wine glasses, so we can just chug.”

Bucky stuck out the bottle and you grasped it firmly before gulping one-fourth of it. That’s all the coaxing it took to get you to spill. 

You don’t even remember what you talked about, but before either of you realized, 3 AM blinked on the digital clock that hung above the bed frame. You were almost asleep, now resting on Bucky’s lap while he occasionally hummed or offered his two cents. Right before you drifted off, the super-soldier lifted you, placing you under a cover. He climbed in from the other side, one hand cupping your face, the other snaking around your waist.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“It’s gonna be okay. You’re okay,” he whispered.

Your eyes drooped but swiftly opened as Bucky leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. His lips barely touched yours, grazing their presence, but you moved, tenderly catching them. He returned the movement, the delicacy of his actions reflected in the softness of his eyes. 

You pulled away and the two of you wordlessly bore into each other’s eyes. At last, you succumbed to the fatigue, as did he; both of you resting in the others’ possession. 

Mania: an unhealthy, obsessive love that plagues the mind.

It was the third time Bucky didn’t show up at your door after a mission. Three missions, each of them ending in something that would have indubitably pissed him off - after all, they were HYDRA bases. That’s when you first suspected it.

The second was when you noted his intentional avoidance of your presence. Whether it be the kitchen, the gym or the hallways, the stealthy ex-assassin didn’t have trouble actively dodging you. Initially, you chalked it up to wanting space or simply taking a break.

Then you heard it.

Why was it that your gut told you to go right then? All this time you had been biding, yet it was at this precise moment that your hunch asked you to speak to him. It could’ve been the duration of the month that it took you to prepare yourself, but it had to be now. You raised your hand, prepping to knock on the door, but stopped.

Your hand froze mid-air. The elegant laugh of another girl sounded behind the door. It was faint, the noise slightly suppressed by the wall between you. 

It could be anyone. 

But it wasn’t. Your intuition, the one that told you to come here right now, was wise enough to know that this wasn’t just anyone. It was her. 

You cupped your mouth to stop the sob that threatened to liberate itself from the confines of your constricted airway. You fell forward, onto your knees, as if to pray to the gods to not let it happen. But it already did.  You let go of your mouth, gasping for air from holding your breath all this time. 

Shoulders sagged and spine bent, you stalked back to your room like a zombie. Face devoid of all emotion, you fell onto the corner of your bed and crumpled into a ball.  For twelve hours, you laid there. Sometimes sleeping, other times letting the tears leak out of the corners of your eyes. Memories of his fingers weaving through your own, the pleasures that chilled you to the bone. Most of all, the way you held his head to your chest as he whimpered about the nightmares that invaded his nights. It felt like those things happened to someone else. Nothing more than a distant memory.

Your heart clenched, tugging on the heartstring that you once thought was connected to him.

-

It was as if he knew you stood outside his door that day. There was an unspoken agreement to never speak of it. Yes, yes, don’t ever speak of it. The dam that you built so carefully will come crashing down.  He stopped avoiding you, but you wished he didn’t; it was crueller to be reminded, easier to pretend he didn’t exist. 

Be honest with yourself.

You didn’t pretend like he didn’t exist. 

In fact, the first thought after waking up? Bucky. Last thought before going to sleep? My Buck. Every time he wasn’t around? James Buchanan Barnes.

Please, don’t act like every waking moment isn’t spent loving him. Because deep down, you know what’s true.

He never did introduce the mystery girl to anyone at the Tower, but you knew his disappearance after missions could be credited to her. Did he take out his anger on her as he did to you? Or were you nothing more than a toy?

Guilt was one of the few emotions you could make out from the rare occasions you caught his stare. Longing was there too, but you couldn’t be sure that you weren’t projecting.  Months went by, waiting for thoughts of him to abandon your disturbed mind. The time never came.

As promised, he ruined anyone else for you. 

Pragma: the type of love that endures all shortcomings. Committed relationships that stay in love have an element of significant Pragma to them.

a happy ending.

That relationship may have ended but it didn’t mean he would come back to you.

He did come back. But he wasn’t yours.  Bucky made that clear when two more relationships ensued the last. Each time, the buffer period between them was filled by you. 

His back-up plan. That’s what you had been reduced to. 

After the third time he brought a new girl, you’d think you would be used to it, maybe even uncaring. Unfortunately, the opposite would always prevail.

Steve caught your fist and tutted, commenting on the bad form. You stopped, shook your shoulders and began hopping on the balls of your feet again.  Jab, jab. Swing.  At first, you’d imagine the faces of those girls. Nowadays, it was easier to envision the pads Steve held as his best friend’s face. 

“Bucky’s girl broke up with him.”

“Oh,” you made out, focus slightly wavering. 

“You know what happened?”

“Are you asking me ‘cause you wanna know or because you already know?”

“I already know,” he sighed, lowering the hand pads. 

He exhaled your name, shaking his and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “When are you two gonna stop playing around?”

“I really don’t understand, Steve.”

“You know why she broke up with him?” You blinked, tongue poking the inside of your cheek in anticipation of an answer. 

“He moaned your name during sex.” 

“God, that’s so corny,” you huffed, now beginning to make your way out of the boxing ring. 

“So what, you’re gonna do nothing? Keep letting him use you?” Steve jogged to catch up to you.

“No,” you faced him, “I’m not letting him use me as a fallback anymore. I’m putting an end to it.” 

Steve pursed his lips and shot you and exasperated look before shaking his head.  “Don’t let something good go to waste.”

It used to be something good.

You wondered if you could hold up the promise you had just declared to Steve; in the past, you failed every time he showed up at your door. Bucky knew exactly how to play into your emotions, how to say the right things every time. And just like that, the next morning you’d end up in his arms. That stops today.

Determined, you practically punched the button to go up on the elevator and impatiently tapped your foot. As the doors slid closed, you took one look at yourself and turned away, fighting the urge to fix your appearance for him. The doors opened again and you check the floor number, ready to step out, but stopped at the sound of your name.  His ex. You almost ran off, unwilling to put up with an angry ex, but she called on you again. You sheepishly stood there, as if you were the one who did something wrong, until she stepped in and pressed the button to go to the lobby.

The silence stretched on, much like your patience. Does she even know who you are?

“We were both fooling ourselves.”

You turn to check if she was speaking to you. Her stare was unwavering and she maintained eye contact that almost made you squirm.

“We both love different people.” She smiled, an obvious melancholy tainting her face. You stood there, absolutely clueless as to how you should respond.

“It’s too late for me, but it’s not for the two of you. Just... don’t let him go. He’s one of the good ones.”

You turned again, now looking down at the ground. Even if she expected you to say something back, it was impossible, at this point. Your mind was in shambles, everything she said contradicting the choice you made five minutes ago. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened and she stepped out. She turned one last time and nodded as if you knew what to do now. 

Bucky’s door was unlocked. You called out his name, barely above a whisper and sauntered with hesitation lining your every step.  Nothing. Empty. He wasn’t there. 

It was a sign. You almost ignored the advice his ex gave, ready to walk into his room and end things. Your shoulder slumped as if your bore the weight of the world on them as you slunk back to your room. Now it would take another outburst or another month to prepare yourself to talk to him again.

As the days went by, you barely saw him around. It reminded you of the times he intentionally ignored you, except this time, you weren’t sure it was intentional. When you did see him, it was clear that he wasn’t doing good; his beard was unkept and scraggly, the bags under his eyes heavier than any trauma he carried. You pretended as though you didn’t notice and went about your routine. 

1 AM

A knock sounded at your door. You knew who it was, how could you not, but hoped it wasn’t him anyway. The encounter would most likely end with tears or sex and you didn’t favour either outcome. 

You waited a minute. Maybe he would leave if he assumed you were asleep. The knock sounded again.

You cracked the door open.  Whatever you were expecting, surely, it wasn’t this. Eyes red and puffy, it was clear he had been crying and most definitely not sleeping. 

He held up a wine bottle, and chuckled pathetically at himself. 

“Maybe this is bad idea,” he sniffled and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his left arm. 

It didn’t feel right to say anything. Rather, you opened the door wider and beckoned for him to step in.

“Emergency?” you asked with a little smile. God, you were so close to crying and he hasn’t even said anything.

“Oh yeah. Big emergency.”

He sat on your bed and felt the sheets, trying to remember the feeling of it on his knees. The days he would buck into you while you clutched them like a vice. The soldier pursed his lips and watched as you settled beside him.

“You don’t have to talk... if you don’t want to,” you said. Your voice cracked and you almost smacked yourself for being so weak around him. 

“But I do. I should talk. I have so much to say... Can I explain?” He turned to face you, reaching out for your hands, holding them in his own. You didn’t say anything, opting to return his request with a pleading look in your eyes. He knew what the look meant: just don’t break my heart. Again. He took a deep breath in acknowledgement, trying to form the words that would help you understand. 

“I can’t believe I hurt you. I swear, I didn’t know I was doing it, at first.” You mustered your best unbelieving look, almost scoffing for good measure. “No, really,” he hastily added. 

A few tears streamed down your face and you frantically tried to wipe them. Bucky took one look at you before he began breaking down, tears slipping down his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry... I just- I don’t understand? I thought things were good?” you questioned. You had given up on trying to wipe your tears, as did he.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall for you. And by the time I realized, we were so far in. Then I found a distraction... and I really thought I was over you,” he paused, wondering if he should continue or not. You showed no sign of speaking up, so he went on.

“I didn’t think you cared. I didn’t think you felt the same way. I was so convinced that you wouldn’t blink twice but then... but, I-... I heard you at the door that day. I wanted to kick her out and hold you, but I-...”

“But you what? You what, Bucky?”

“I thought it was too late for us. I thought I ruined everything.”

“Then why are you here now?”

“Don’t be mad,” he murmured, retracting his hands and fiddling with his fingers.

“I don’t think anyone can ever replace what we had. Maybe... still have? Because you’re it for me. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize that. I was on the brink of losing myself.” He looked up at you, eyes brimming with a new wave of tears. He mumbled your name weakly, croaking out a please at the end.

You curled in on yourself and fell into his arms, hoping that was enough of a answer.

“I can’t promise you that everything will be back to normal by tomorrow morning... but with some time, I can learn to trust you again.”

Above you, Bucky hurriedly nodded. At the state he’s in right now, you suspected that you could ask him to sell his soul and he would agree.

“And if you ever break my heart again-,” 

“-I would die before that happens,” he finished for you, kissing the top of your head for good measure.

“I love you,” you whimpered, “so fucking much.” 

“I love you too. I really love you too,” he affirmed and encased you with his arms again.

Though there had been some rough patches on the road to happiness, with Bucky by your side, you felt as though you could make it through anything; for that, is the power of pragmatic love.

an unfortunate ending.

The tears that would’ve been shed during the ceremony have dried on your pillowcase about five hours ago. Now, you sat beside the team, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. 

Bucky looked nervous, as if he were reconsidering his life decisions. The little devil on your shoulder was holding onto every little thing he did: the wrinkle of his forehead, his repeated tugging on the suit and his flustered glancing around. Oh lord, and when he accidentally locked eyes with you? You may have bitten your lip and looked away in contempt but the shoulder-devil was as persistent as ever.

He secretly still wants you.

Shut up.

He wants to call it off.

Get a life.

At last, the lucky girl stood at the end of the winding path and you couldn’t help but sneak a look at the groom. His tension and nervousness crumbled at the sight of her; it was difficult not to feel happy that he had found the one that made him feel this way. 

It may have been him for you, but that notion was long forgotten, a nuisance of memory at most. Your love for him, regardless of the storms it has endured, is no longer respected or wanted by either party.

If he loves her, why does he come to you when things get bad?

You shook your head at that, having no answer for the nature of his secret infidelity. It was nothing more than taking out his frustrations on you - much like the old days.

Your reminiscing was cut short when a voice asked everyone to rise for the bride. You stood and straightened out your outfit, flicking off the little white petal that clung to your maroon dress. A hand grasped your own, and you turned to see Steve smile reassuringly. You squeeze his hand in appreciation and turned your attention to the white-clad figure walking down the aisle.

And that’s all you remember. You wish you could recall the rest of the wedding. You really do. Too preoccupied with what was going to happen after the event, you disassociated from the ordeal altogether. No matter how hard you grilled yourself, nothing would come to mind - dissociative amnesia only occurs as a protective coping mechanism during traumatic events; was that what Bucky’s wedding was to you?

What type of question is that?

For once, you agreed with the little red beast that sat on your shoulder. Long ago, the first time you saw someone else Bucky’s arms, the devil pierced the pitchfork right through the angel’s heart. These days, it was all you could think of. 

After the bride and groom exchanged ‘I do’s’, you willed yourself to stay a while longer. Your only companion, Steve, slow danced with you in silence, knowing that whatever he says would be of no consolation. Bucky did have half a mind to ask you for a dance, but he saw you leave. You didn’t think anyone did. He waited for you to turn and look at him one last time, but you never did. It’s okay, he thought. I didn’t deserve her anyway.

No one saw you after that.

On your bed, Steve found a single note that didn’t explain anything more than what he already knew. If anything, it simply affirmed that you were gone for good. Your things packed up, no trace of a person ever having lived there. Even if he pulled some strings, it would take years to find you again. 

After all, you had already been lost for quite some time.

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[enbyprentiss]

Little brat

Genre: Smut, pure filth, zero plot

Pairing: Hotch x Reid

Warnings: Sub!Spencer, Dom!Hotch, Spencer in panties and makeup, bratty Spence, spanking, penetrative sex, degradation, daddy kink, some praise, slight aftercare, oral (male receiving obviously), face fucking, and I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything!

(and no @sparklinspence, if you’re reading this, i REFUSE to incorporate Hotch’s supposed foot fetish)

Also, Hayley does not exist in this story because that woman deserved so much better. And instead, she got murdered. Yes, I am still salty about it and no, I will never forgive the writers for that.

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Spencer liked being a good boy. He lived to please. However, he loved being a brat even more. He always looked forward to things that were supposed to be punishments. He liked Hotch to yell at him. Tell him what a dirty boy he is. He liked being fucked like a bitch. So, he planned on being the biggest brat today. 

It started when Aaron called him in for a case. And instead of telling him that he’d be there within 20 minutes like he usually did, “What if I don’t?”

“Spencer...”, he warned. 

“What? What are you going to do?”, he always knew just how to push Aaron’s buttons. 

“If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to terminate you.”

“You would never.”, and even though he couldn’t see Spencer, he still had a smug look on his face. 

“I better see you in the next 30 minutes.”

Reid huffed, crossing his arms and hanging up the phone. He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed, putting on the pair of panties he knew drove Aaron crazy and quite possibly the tightest pants he owns so that Hotch would be the only one who would recognize the outline.

When he arrived at the office, his eyes flicked straight up to Hotch’s office. And god, just looking at him made his pants become just a little tighter. He had to strategically pull his satchel closer to his body, quickly seating himself and tucking his legs completely under the round table. Spencer purposely made sure that the seat next to him would be empty. And, of course, Aaron took the opportunity to sit next to his young lover. At first, it was just a sweet gesture that wouldn’t expose their relationship to the rest of the team. The problem only arose when Reid placed his hand on the older mans thigh while JJ presented the local case. As his hand traveled farther up slowly, Hotch could simply not wrap his head around how Spencer was possibly this turned on at 10:00 AM. Regardless, he knew Spencer’s little game and grabbed his wrist, wrapping his much larger hand around it as a subtle warning. He watched as his face turned a light shade of pink, and he obeyed for now. But not for long.

The team spilt up, half of them in the field and half of them staying back to work from the bullpen, which left Aaron and Spencer alone in an SUV. Spencer took this opportunity to act up further, he leaned over the console, kissing Aaron’s neck gently before moving to open mouthed kisses. He would’ve left it at that if it wasn’t for the apparent bulge in Aaron’s pants. He rubbed him over his slacks the best he could before Hotch broke his trance. 

“What has gotten into you today, Spencer?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he shrugged and smiled in faux innocence. 

“Oh, so you want to be a filthy little brat today? We’ll have to fix that later.”

Spencer didn’t respond, just squirmed in his seat, fantasizing about all the possibilities of what awaited him. And luckily for him, the case was solved pretty quickly. The unsub stabbed random people repeatedly on the street, the only thing is he did every 27 minutes on the dot and was extremely sloppy, making his fairly easy to catch. Though, Spencer still managed to slip in some more trouble-making behavior. When they weren’t actively trying to put the profile together, he spent time flirting with both the male and female officers but only when he knew when Aaron was watching. Of course, Aaron noticed and it only made his blood boil more. 

When they got back to the BAU, he pulled Reid into his office, demanding that he follow him to his apartment. And he obviously wasn’t going to deny, this was what he wanted all day. 

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As soon as they burst through to the door to Aaron’s apartment, their lips met in a heated kiss. Spencer licked against Aaron’s bottom lip, but he quickly gained dominance over the kiss. He moved to kiss down the younger mans jaw and the exposed parts of his neck, making Reid whimper.

“Such a desperate little slut. Go to the bedroom and strip. And you better not be touching yourself when I get in there.”

Spencer nodded, now ready to obey every word that was said to him. He stripped of all of his clothing, leaving them in a crumpled pile as he rushed to sit on the bed. Aaron waltzed around his apartment for roughly 10 minutes just to tease his lover, and he only entered the bedroom when he could hear him audibly whining. He pulled the frail figured man over his lap silently, palming over his ass gently. 

“Do you know why you’re being punished, baby?”

“No, daddy.”, Spencer shook his head the best he could with a small pout on his face. 

Aaron landed a harsh smack across Spencer’s ass, “Really? Because I think this is exactly what you wanted. Teasing me all day, wearing this pretty pink little panties. You’re just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”, he landed another hard smack.

“Mmhf! Yes, daddy!”

“Count for me. And that’s the only thing I want to hear from you, since you were such a bad boy today.”

Spencer whined anyway, which only earned him more spankings, each harder than the last. Eventually, he had counted all the way up to 25 with tears in his eyes and a few slipping down his cheeks. Aaron helped him sit back up, wiping some of the mascara stained tears away.

“T-thank you, daddy.”, he sniffled.

“Oh, sweetheart, you really think I’m done with you. Get on your knees.”

Spencer scrambled to get in position in eagerness. He rubbed up the older mans thighs, and he expected to be pushed away since he didn’t ask for permission, but instead Aaron was focused on ridding of his pants.

“Since you want my cock so bad, you’re gonna let daddy fuck your face, ok?”

He muttered a small ‘Mhm’ while nodding his head with an excited smile. Aaron lifted his hips into Spencer’s awaiting mouth, immediately hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. But Spencer relished in every action Hotch made, pushing his head down by his light brown curls and then pulling him back up so he could focus on just the tip, swirling his tongue around and over his slit. 

“You love this don’t you, brat?”, Hotch groaned as Spencer’s throat tightened around him and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, confirming Aaron’s suspicions wordlessly. He continued pushing the younger mans head down roughly, watching more tears fall down his cheeks and watching how perfectly his plush pink lips wrapped around his tip. As Spencer licked down the prominent vein on the underside of Aaron’s cock, he felt the warm white liquid shoot down his throat, gladly swallowing all of it.

“Let me see.”, Hotch demanded. Spencer opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue slightly, revealing that he truly did swallow all of his lovers cum, “Good boy.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up at the praise as he bounced on his knees slightly, “Fuck me now, daddy?”

The dark haired man sat in front of him, acting as if he was pondering the idea, “Fine, get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He moved frantically to get in position as Aaron retrieved the lube from his not-so-hidden drawer. He kissed down Spencer’s spine while applying a generous amount of the substance to his fingers. He continued planting soft kisses wherever he could reach, slowly pushing one finger into Spencer, making him yelp.

“Oh, daddy!”, Aaron took that as a good sign, pushing another finger into him, scissoring them to stretch his boy further. 

“W-want your cock instead, daddy.”, he whined. 

“I don’t know. Can you take it?”

“Yes! Let me show you, daddy, please!”

“Ok, baby, give daddy one second.”, he answered, applying a fair amount of lube to his cock.

Aaron put both his hands around Spencer’s petite waist, pushing into him slowly, making his sub moan out shamelessly. He hadn’t even pushed fully in as Spencer began to squirm and arch his back. 

“Mm, so big, daddy!”

“Oh, come on, baby. I know you can take it.”

Spencer’s hands balled up in the sheets, scrunching up his face while simultaneously begging Hotch for more. Eventually, he had pushed all the way into Spencer, setting a ruthless pace knowing he liked it rougher. 

Spencer’s moans quickly devolved into little ‘Thank you, daddy’, and mindless babbling. 

“Aw, look at you, baby. I fucked my little genius dumb.”, he groaned. He reached around to stroke Spencer’s cock, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Fills me so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby. So tight and warm for daddy. Such a good boy.”

“Oh, oh, oh! Can I cum please, daddy?!”

“Go ahead, sweet boy, cum all over my hand.”, as soon as he was given permission, he came all over Hotch’s hand and his own tummy. 

Aaron continued slamming his hips into Spencer’s, making him whine from the overstimulation. He pushed his hips so much harder than before, releasing as Spencer tightened around him, “Oh! You make daddy cum so hard, baby.”

“T-thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby.”, he pulled out slowly and began to walk away.

“W-wait! Will you um--”

“Will I what, baby?”

“W-will you plug me up. Want to keep the mess in.”

“I don’t know if you’ve earned that much of a reward.”, he said, cracking a rare smile.

“Please! I promise I’ll be good, daddy!”

Of course, Aaron knew this was a lie, he was bound to act up again but he simply couldn’t deny when Spencer looked at him with those signature puppy dog eyes. He pulled one of Spencer’s favorite plugs out of the drawer and slipped it slowly into him as Reid’s hips bucked up involuntarily, placing a soft kiss to his lips. 

“I’m going to get some clean pajamas for us, ok? I’ll be right here, baby.”

Spencer nodded with a small pout. Aaron handed him his favorite pair of pajama pants as he went to get him a glass of water. He reluctantly took a few sips before placing it against the night stand. Aaron got into the bed next to him, pulling Spencer close, knowing that he needs skin to skin contact after scenes like that. 

Reid fell into the spell of sleep first and Aaron watched how his chest rose and fell slowly while brushing through his soft locks before burying his head closer to Spencer and falling asleep himself.

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Annoying. [Haikyuu!! - IwaOi]

Oikawa is being extra annoying during practice one night, and Iwaizumi finally realizes why.

Word count: 1702

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“...Ow!”

Iwaizumi rubbed his forehead where the volleyball had just smacked him, hoping the stinging would pass soon. His skin felt raw and hot under his palm, increasing his frustration to a colossal level. He glared across the court at his practice mate, Oikawa, whose cheeky grin only aggravated him further. 

“Sorry, Iwa-chan! I guess my aim is a little off today!”

It was a typical shitty excuse for typical Shittykawa. One that he might’ve accepted... if this hadn’t been the twenty-seventh fucking time that day that he had served the ball directly into Iwaizumi’s face. It was beyond human error at this point; for someone like Oikawa, who prided himself on his precision, multiple mistakes in a row just didn’t happen. He was instigating him on purpose.

What he didn’t understand was why. 

Was he trying to provoke him so that he’d get more amped up about practice? Oikawa was known for petty tricks like that. Their other teammates had left long ago, leaving the two of them alone to practice together in preparation for their upcoming game. Maybe he thought Iwaizumi wasn’t taking it seriously enough without other people around to watch.

Most likely, he was probably just annoying him for shits and giggles. 

Iwaizumi wasn’t known for his patience or tact, although he prided himself on his ability to tolerate Oikawa for long periods of time. From the nauseating pet names to the childish teasing, Aoba Johsai’s setter wasn’t exactly easy for him to work with. Yet somehow he had found a way to cope all these years.

It was days like this, though, that made him question why he put himself through so much for the sake of playing volleyball.

The spiker advanced towards his childhood friend, radiating as much ominous energy as he could in hopes of frightening the plucky third year. 

“Oikawa...”

“Waaaaah! I’m sooorryyyyyy! Don’t hurt me Iwa-chan!!”

Not a chance, Iwaizumi thought to himself. Smacking him wouldn’t do much. There was only one way to shut him up, a method Iwaizumi had discovered years ago. As unorthodox as it was, it was usually pretty effective.

Funny enough, although he must have known what was coming, Oikawa didn’t run away or try to escape. (That was strange, Iwaizumi thought, but he didn’t dwell on it for long.) Instead, he backed up until he was against the gym wall and babbled out pleas for mercy as Iwaizumi got closer and closer. 

When the spiker was within arms reach, he stretched out his hands…

...and poked two stiff fingers into the sides of Oikawa’s waist.

“Ahahaha-AHAHAAHAHA! IWA NOOOOO!”

His over the top reaction was just as amusing as ever. Even though he was still pissed about getting hit, Iwaizumi couldn’t help but crack a small smile as his fingers jumped up and down his teammate’s sides. Seeing him squeeze his eyes shut, scrunch up his nose, and throw back his head as he giggled uncontrollably almost made getting hit in the face worth it. Almost.

Oikawa batted his hands weakly against his chest, but otherwise didn’t put up much of a fight. It wasn’t long before he crumpled up and began slowly sliding down to the floor. 

Good. That made things much easier.

He added the rest of his fingers and started kneading Oikawa’s lower ribs, making sure to get that sweet spot in the back that always made him scream. The guy sounded like he was being skewered with hot irons, the way he was wailing through sputtered laughter. Iwaizumi had barely even begun to touch him yet he was already losing his mind.

It was just a warning, though. After a few short seconds he pulled away, donning his usual stony expression. Oikawa opened his eyes and looked strangely disappointed, but only for a split second. He started whining as soon as his giggles died down.

“You’re so mean!”

“And you’re a pain in the ass.”

“I said I was sorry!! Jeez...”

“If you’re really sorry, then stop sending me shitty serves. Or else I’ll get you even worse.”

He saw Oikawa visibly gulp at the threat, which gave him a great sense of satisfaction. He rushed over to the other side of the net once again, waiting to receive the serve. Oikawa waved at him cheerfully, which made him roll his eyes. Then he took a deep breath, eyes glossing over as his focus turned to serving completely.

He saw him throw it in the air, get a running jump…

… and soon got another faceful of volleyball. Extra sweaty.

This one actually hurt more than the others. It came at him like a missle seeking out a target. Iwaizumi rubbed his cheek where it made impact, hoping it wouldn’t leave a bruise the next day. His piercing eyes fixated on Oikawa, who actually looked scared for once.

He practically sprinted to the other side, grabbing Oikawa right as he turned on his heel. He held him firmly in an unbreakable grasp, arms wrapped around his torso from the back to pin him to his chest. The guy was giggling before he even touched him. 

“Wahahahait… Iwa-chan!! Ehehee, that really was a mistake! I didn’t mean to-”

“So you’re saying the other thirty times weren’t mistakes?” he hissed in his ear, causing him to scrunch his shoulders and giggle nervously in response.

“I… you… I didn’t… I mean-eheehehehe! Please, not thehehe-EHEHERE!!”

The panicked plea came right after Iwaizumi started clawing under his arms, having wormed their way there after grabbing the setter. Oikawa slammed his arms down a second too late, trapping them there as they mercilessly dug into one of his worst spots. Again, he wasn’t really fighting much, just wiggling in place and howling like a wild animal. His high pitched shrieks bounced off the gym walls, filling the room with joyful laughter.

“You’re being extra annoying today and it’s pissing me off,” Iwaizumi grumbled as he tickled even harder. 

“Aheeheehee, bahahaha, Iwa-AHAAHAHAHA!”

Oikawa was really having trouble speaking, so Iwaizumi slowed down a bit, going back to the random pinches and squeezes around his ribcage. It still had an effect; Oikawa’s bubbly giggles were quite loud, although a bit more contained.

“Iwa, I’m sorrehehehe, have mercy pleeheheheehease!!”

“Nope,” said Iwaizumi, shifting his hands downwards to scribble all over his sides. That earned him another round of tittered giggles.

While Oikawa was busy squirming around, the spiker snuck his hands under his shirt, and started tracing little circles on his back at a slow and maddening pace. Oikawa let out a long squeal and arched forward, only to spring back when Iwaizumi abruptly switched to spidering his stomach. His skin quivered under his hands like jello. It felt soft and warm; Iwaizumi felt himself getting a little flustered for some reason.

“Iwahahaha!! It tihihihihickles!”

“Good.”

“Come ahahahaan!”

Iwa paused again, resting his palms against Oikawa’s waist. He drummed his fingers on his sides, his grin growing bigger every time his friend flinched in return. Once again, he felt very little resistance from the Aoba setter. Even though he had the opportunity to break away in this moment, he just stood there passively  as Iwa held him. 

Iwa spun him around so he could get a better look at his face. This seemed to take him aback; Oikawa had no time to hide his expression or fake any emotions. He saw a flush of pink creeping up his neck all the way to his ears, matching perfectly with the twisted grimace he donned on his round and youthful face.

Suddenly, something dawned on him, and he wanted to smack himself for not realizing it sooner.

Oikawa wanted him to do this.

How could he have been so oblivious? He knew Oikawa better than anyone, and although he didn’t have his talent for reading people, he was pretty good at putting two and two together. Like his shy, nervous blush whenever Iwaizumi approached him in a menacing manner. Or the way he never really tried to get away while it was happening. And the fact that he never once said stop, even when things got intense.

Oikawa liked being tickled.

And what made it even better was knowing he wanted Iwaizumi to tickle him.

A devious smirk crept across his face once he put all the pieces together. His expression left Oikawa unsettled, although there was more than a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Iwa…? I don’t like that look you’re giving me…”

“If you wanted my attention or something, you could’ve just said so,” he stated, poking into his waist again.

“Ehehee…! I told you, it was an -ahaHAHA! - an accident!!”

“You’re a lousy liar.”

He drilled into one spot between his stomach and his hips, knowing it was a death spot for the setter, and relished the maniacal shrieks that grew in pitch the longer it went on.

“Iwaaahahahahaahahaha! EEEK - dohohon’t!! It’s really bad!”

“You think you’re real slick, don’t you?”

“Huh?! Whahahat?!”

Iwaizumi wanted to laugh out loud as his friend feigned ignorance. He finally let him go, releasing him from his iron grip so that he could catch his breath. Oikawa took more than a couple minutes to return to normal, collapsing on the floor with all his energy depleted, leaving Iwa to clean up the gym mostly on his own. When he was done, he walked over and extended a peaceful hand to help his friend back to his feet.

“That’s enough for tonight. Let’s go home.”

“Huh… but…” Oikawa blinked, looking a bit dumbfounded while Iwa struggled to keep a straight face.

God, he hated to admit it, but it was pretty damn cute seeing Oikawa so desperate for more. His thoughts were written all over his face, longing for that head-spinning sensation Iwaizumi had just given him. He knew he’d never fess up about his little quirk, at least not without some interrogation, since he was a prideful person and had a reputation to uphold after all. But it meant a lot that he trusted Iwa with such an intimate secret.

Perhaps in the future he’d tease him about it more. But for now, he was happy to indulge his friend… and also get some revenge.

[issa-me-addy]

It Still Hurts (Peter Parker x Reader)

okay so i saw this gifset here and the quote from the movie [Happy: I thought you had super strength. // Peter: It still hurts. ] and INSPIRATION STRUCK, again i bet this concept has been done before but i cannot hold back i must write about this so here is my sad petey x reader one shot please enjoy 

WARNINGS: angst?, cursing, talk of blood/stitching, crying and generally just a really sad piece i have no reason for this i just couldn’t get the concept out my mind 

Word count: 1725

It was getting late. Very late, even for Peter and you were growing very concerned. He told May that he was going to stay at the Tower with Happy after a simple arms deal bust he was assigned to do with Sam and Bucky out at the shipyard. So of course, the two of you arranged that he’d come in through your fire escape to spend the night instead. To your disbelief though, he was late. 

In general, when the two of you made these kinds of plans he would be in your window at three the latest but it was pushing near four in the morning and you were growing more and more anxious by the second. 

As the clock hit 4:30, Peter’s hand hit your window. 

You opened it up quickly, the dim light of your TV the only thing illuminating your room. He shuffled in, leaning heavily on you, panting and wincing with every rough step towards your bed. 

“What the fuck happened Peter?” You asked, genuinely curious, releasing your hold on his elbow as he sat down on the corner of your bed. His body fell forward as he leaned his forearms onto his knees and allowed his head to swing between his shoulders. 

“I was wearing the old suit. I left the new one in the lab because I coded some new stuff for it and I’ve been putting off this last update. I thought I would be fine since it was an easy mission, plus Wanda came out with us but these guys had some punch to ‘em.” Peter explained as you stood in front of him, slowly moving his head and arms around to check for anything that needed special attention. When you lifted his right arm he winced. 

You nodded, allowing him to continue explaining what went down at the docks. You shuffled through your closet until you found your old med kit, humming softly every now and then to let him know you were still listening. 

The kit had some dust from sitting at the very back of the shelf and not being touched for over a year since Peter had joined forces with the Avengers. With the major suit upgrade and the med team at the tower, he never had to sneak in through your window at night to get patched up anymore, which begged the question that you could no longer hold back. 

“Pete, why didn’t you go back to the tower to get patched up?” You asked. 

“I didn’t want to go to the tower, they would have made me stay there,” he explained. “And I really wanted to see you. I got my ass handed to me, babe. It sucked.” 

You turned on the lamp that sat atop the small table by your bed and sat to Pete’s right, examining the cut just above his right shoulder blade. He was going to need a few stitches. 

“I can see that,” You joked, opening up the kit and prepping your needle. “Take the suit off, I need to clean this up. It’s gonna be at least four stitches.” 

He obliged, hissing as he peeled off the top and letting it drop into his lap. “I always hated stitches.” 

“I know, but it’s gotta happen,” you explained, gently wiping the gash with alcohol and wincing alongside his reactions. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for the blood, for making you do this.” 

You shake your head despite the fact that he has his back to you. “It’s fine,” you reply. “I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t wanna get patched up by the nurse at the tower. She even gives lollipops afterwards.” 

He lets out a sharp chuckle. “Yeah Nurse Katherine’s great at fixing me up, sure, but I really didn’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

You hum in reply as you prep your needle. “Okay, Pete, I’m gonna start the stitches.” 

Peter nods his head and remembers not to talk while you do these stitches. 

Up until high school, the only stitches you knew were the kind you did to patch up the pits of your t-shirts and to put little flowers in your denim jacket. Then, in your freshman year, your cousin had busted his forearm open at the skatepark and you were the only person in the entire family with a steady hand. That night you learned how to stitch a man up. After you told Peter that story though, he started showing up on your fire escape with cuts, scrapes and bruises galore. 

Although it had been over a year since you’d last done this though, Peter had given you a lot of practice and you were back in your groove very quickly. 

Despite this, you heard soft cries coming from the broad body in front of you. 

“I thought you had super strength,” you attempted to make fun, pulling through your third stitch. 

“It still hurts,” he replied, his voice raspy and low. 

In your heart you knew he wasn’t talking about the stitches. You’ve stitched up a gouge much worse on his calf after he got caught up with a girl who really loved her knives, and he didn’t even complain. That night it was eight stitches and not a peep from him.

You finished the rest of the stitches in silence. After wiping up the rest of the blood smeared on his body, you cleaned up the skin around the suture and placed a large cotton pad atop it, securing that in place and hoping that he didn’t get blood on your bed sheets again. 

You packed away your med pack and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from the collection of clothes you’d stolen from Peter in the last year or so that you guys have been together. 

“Thank you,” he said, pulling his suit off and climbing into his sweats. 

His eyes were still red and puffy, the only sounds filling the room were random sniffles and the sound of you sorting out the bed for the two of you to sleep. 

“Are you okay, Pete?” You asked, sitting up on the left side of the bed, the comforter pulled up in your lap. 

He pulled the shirt on over his head and pulled the blanket off your lap and settled himself in between your legs, his back pressed up against you, and pulling your arms around his shoulders. 

Before you could piece words together to react, soft sobs filled the room. 

A minute passed and you pulled him closer to you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head and running your thumb up and down his forearm. 

His breathing finally slowed. “I miss him so much.” 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek thinking of something to say. 

You knew well enough he was talking about Tony. Ever since Tony died, Peter’s been off his game. Even with the Stark tech, he was getting pretty hurt at every single mission. He wasn’t sleeping as much and if you managed to catch him in between tasks, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. 

“I know,” you reply. “I’m sorry, Peter.” 

You can’t think of anything else to do but squeeze him a little tighter. 

“I just-- it still hurts. It’s been months and it still hurts. I miss him. I don’t like the world without Tony Stark. It’s scarier. Even I’m scared all the time. I can’t focus on missions, and that means I’m putting people in danger,” he stops to breathe, pulling your arms a little closer to his chest. “and I’m just so tired of watching good men die at the hands of selfish people.” 

You sit and listen and feel your heart ache at the sight and sound of nothing but a boy in pain, mourning the loss of someone he loved so dearly, and there’s not much else you can do but hold him close, listen and be there for him.

“I know. It’s not fair. There’s nothing fair about it.” 

“I want Tony back.” 

The two of you sit there for a while longer, Pete’s sniffles filling the air. Eventually they stop and he unwraps your arms from around him and the two of you lie down. 

You end up on your back with Peter’s head resting on your chest, slowly breathing in your scent. His arms snake around your middle and you know he’s going to be insistent on holding you like this for the rest of the night, so you try to get comfy. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you rake through them over and over and over again, hoping that he’ll fall asleep soon. 

He doesn’t. 

“Do you think we’ll be okay?” he asked, his voice soft and quiet. 

“I think New York can only be so bad with a guy like Spiderman defending it,” you mutter back, pressing another kiss to his forehead. 

“I don’t think I can fill Mr. Stark’s shoes, y/n.” 

“I think you can. He picked you, Peter.” 

“But he was Iron Man, he was always there when the world needed saving.” 

“I don’t think he would have done what he did if he didn’t think that you could help take care of the world for him.” 

He didn’t respond, but you felt him hold his breath, so you continued. 

“And you’re not alone Pete. He gave you a family with the Avengers and he believed in you.” 

“Yeah.” 

“I believe in you.” 

You smoothed his hair back before tangling your fingers with the bunch at the nape of his neck. The two of you lied awake for nearly another hour, not speaking, just holding each other. 

You held this boy in your arms, desperate to protect him from anymore loss and grief. This boy who had a huge heart and nothing but a yearn to protect the ones around him. This boy who was one of the people responsible for saving the universe. 

And Peter held his number one reason for continuing to fight the good fight. That night, as you held him and his chest filled with an ache only you could soothe, he made a promise to himself that he would protect the world with every bit of him, so long as you were in it. 

[hunnybadgerv]

The First Try | Mass Effect | Guardians in the Darkness

Summary: Not much more to say except read the author’s notes. Nyx snatches Kaidan’s senses to try something new and distracting.

a/n: A Smut Fic Prompt from @painterofhorizons for Nyx Shepard and Kaidan Alenko. They asked for E. Kinky 4. Sensory Deprivation. I thought about this way too much and I decided that maybe this might end up with a pair of experiences or maybe even stories, but I’ll have to see. Since I always wrote Kaidan as a very visual lover, and a bit of a voyeur, I can only imagine this could be difficult for him. But then I also started thinking about how Shepard might react, especially given the circumstances of Alchera and their demise—that, however, is not included in this piece because it has expanded into its own story.

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Under the cut because it jumps right in.

The First Try

-1-

Dim lights cast the room in a warm orange-yellow hue. The fish tank filters hummed their low comforting sound, which was only broken by the wet smack of lips and desperate gasps for breath. The occasional rumbling growl of wantonness of the smooth surfaces of the bulkhead. Nyx Shepard slipped her hand into Kaidan’s and used that grip and a bit of leverage from the thigh against his hip to flip them over and get her lover beneath her.

“Kaidan,” she purred, leaning down to kiss him before he could answer her.

He just hummed against her mouth, both his hands going to her ass to pull her hips more firmly against his as he pressed his erection against her.

She managed to get hold of hands again and pressed them into the mattress above his head as she loomed over him. Her blonde hair cascaded around them as he smirked up at her. He lifted his hips under her as if to prove he didn’t need his hands to excite her. This, however, was a fact that Nyx would never question, hell, sometimes him just dropping his voice by a handful of notes could take her apart and set them on an erotic excursion.

“If you don’t cooperate, this is not going to work,” she lectured with a bright laugh.

“This was your idea,” he countered, lifting his head off the mattress to try and steal another kiss.

Of course, Nyx met him halfway, because how could she not? He sucked on her bottom lip as he leaned back once more, adding a quick nip before she could escape completely. Clearly, he was not going to make this easy for her, even though he’d eagerly agreed when she suggested it. She shifted his hands until they were both above his head, so that she could get the soft restraints on him. He bent upwards once more, this time sucking her nipple into his hot mouth.

Nyx froze there, her eyes slipping closed as she hissed and arched into him. With a soft hum, she savored the rough sensation of his tongue and the careful scrape of teeth against tender flesh. “Fuck,” she breathed, leaning heavily against his wrists. She was loathe to pull away, to steal his fun, break his attention. “Could you behave?”

A lurid pop sounded through the room once he released her. “Not with your breasts in my face,” he teased, leaning up to pepper her blushing decolletage with lingering tender kisses.

She did her best to ignore him; Kaidan did not make that easy at all. But she just needed to reach the bedside table is all. If I can just, she thought as she held his hands in one of hers and stretched over him. His mouth latched onto the underside of her breast, sucking downright hard this time. There was no way it wouldn’t leave a mark, a deep purple bruise formed quickly and pulsed under his tongue.

Struggling with his hands and her own breathing, it took longer than it should have to get the Velcro ties around his wrists. When she shifted again, to try and attach the anchor to the frame of the bed, Kaidan wriggled beneath her. The fact that he hadn’t gotten her out of her pants yet was the only thing that kept Nyx from falling apart completely when he pressed his face between her thighs without the least trace of hesitation of shame.

Deciding to tease him, she slipped her fingers into his hair and rocked her hips. The greedy groan that rose from his chest sent a shiver along her spine. When she rolled away from him, Kaidan yanked at the restraints she’d gotten on him. Nyx giggled in victory; her hand trailed down his bare chest.

“Never hated pants so much in my entire life,” Kaidan told her. The fire in his amber eyes took her breath away.

Nyx draped herself along his side, pressing her bare chest against his warm skin. “That sentiment doesn’t carry the weight it used to, mo chuisle. Not when you say that all the time.” She pressed a kiss against his lips.

A pensive look crossed his features. “Then perhaps you should just stop wearing pants altogether. It’d solve so many issues.”

Nyx didn’t fight the laughter. “That an order, Major?” Again, she didn’t give him a real chance to answer before kissing him. Her mouth lingered on his; their tongues teasing and tasting each other with decadent sensuality. She loved kissing him, holding him tight, and focusing every ounce of her attention just on him. In some ways it was almost meditative, losing herself in this, in him.

He hummed when the tip of her nose brushed against his. “Would you listen if it was?”

“Probably not. My command, so I still out rank you.” She kissed him softly again. “You ready?” she asked sweetly as she pressed another kiss to his cheek.

“You know this is going to be murder for me?”

Nyx brushed her fingers along his hairline. “If it gets to be too much, just tell me. And, I like I promised, we’ll go slow.”

“Watching you is at least half the fun,” he argued.

“And as much as you’ve seen,” she teased grabbing the blackout blindfold from the nightstand, “you’ll have plenty of fodder for that brilliant imagination of yours to make up the difference.”

Leaning against him, she slipped the covering onto his forehead, where she left it. Soft, chaste kisses deepened, and by the time she broke that connection, she’d inched the mask down over his eyes. Now, whether he opened them or left them closed, Kaidan would be trapped in complete and total darkness. There was one of his senses he wouldn’t lose entirely, though it was being thrown off by the spiced candles in the room. The earthy fruity scent that wafted around them bore a strong resemblance to red wine—one of their favorites.

The commander pressed a kiss against his chin, then to the center of his throat. She felt the motion of him swallowing beneath her lips, and she couldn’t resist opening her mouth to taste that divine Adam’s apple. It earned her another healthy groan.

“How’s that imagination working for you, Major?”

“Little spotty at the moment, Commander. Think you could dial it in for me?”

She grinned against the center of his chest. “Any suggestions?” she asked. Her lips teasing across the bare plane of his bare chest in a seemingly random pattern.

“Oh, you seem to be heading toward the neighborhood,” he teased with a smirk.

“You always do enjoy that, don’t you?” she breathed against his skin. She dragged her nails down the tops of his thighs, over the thick fabric of his duty uniform trousers.

Kaidan just sighed, the shakiness of it only encouraging her.

“My hands on your hips,” she whispered against his skin between wet kisses. “Grabbing your ass.” She drew her nails over his ribs, savoring the tremble in his body. “Pulling you deeper into my mouth,” she teased. Her kisses and sharp little bites skimmed his waistband. She move her hands and gripped the tops of his thighs, pressing him against the bed.

“Fuck, Nyx,” he crooned when she flicked the tip of her tongue against his navel.

One hand inched upward, pressing against the front of his hip, but purposefully avoiding the bulge straining against the fabric. No need to rile him up too much before she wanted him on the brink of losing control. With another warm kiss pressed against his tummy, she knelt between his legs. With a light touch, using just her fingertips, Nyx pried open his belt and managed to manipulate the fabric in such away as to avoid putting any undue pressure or friction against his cock.

With a growl he lurched forward as if to sit up and intervene, but his motion halted sharply and he fell back against the pillows as the restraints clanged against the frame of the bed. “Damnit,” he muttered, remembering that practice was over and it wasn’t just his willpower keeping his dexterous hands out of the game.

“Forget?” she asked, her breath caressing his skin.

“Not exactly,” he grumbled.

“Lift up.”

Kaidan hissed when Nyx scratched her nails along his backside as she inched his trousers and boxers down together. Drawing her index fingers over the side of his hips, she plucked his underwear up and over his thick erection.

She bit her bottom lip as she slipped off the edge of the bed and yanked his remaining clothing off. Her hands pushed his legs apart a bit roughly. Her lover chuckled. With a light touch, her fingers traced over his thighs before disappearing altogether. He’d hear her movement—the rustle of fabric, the soft tap of her boots on the floor as she walked. The bed sank to his right as she perched near his arms.

“You look amazing,” she whispered as she leaned over to undo her boots. “All stretched out in my bed.”

“You just like seeing me naked.”

Nyx hummed and pressed her hand across the muscular plane of his chest. “Yeah, I do,” she agreed, leaning over and kissing his lips.

Kaidan dove into it, stretching toward her and pressing his tongue past her lips. Shepard sucked at it greedily, a tease at what she had planned for him. He groaned as she pulled away, still tugging at the thick muscle.

“I know you can get those boots off faster,” he stated. Impatience laced the wantonness of his lowered voice. She liked that register—the fuck me register.

“Thought you liked when I took my time?”

Kaidan grinned wide and mischievous. “I do. When I can watch,” he clarified. “Right now, I think you’re doing it just to drive me insane.”

Her fingertip traced the pulse racing along his jugular. “I thought maybe you’d be thinking about it. The slow slip of buttons through fabric. Dark fabric shifting apart, baring skin burning with heat and blushed with wanton frenzy.” Nyx let one boot drop with a heavy resounding thud.

“Fuck.” The whisper escaped his parted lips on a ragged breath.

Shifting her weight, she worked at the other. “The careful deliberate reveal of bare skin in dire need of your touch.” His hands yanked again at the restraints, testing them. Her other boot echoed off the floor when she pushed it off.

He turned his head toward her voice. “Nyx,” he growled when she shifted off the edge of the bed again.

She said nothing, barely moved, leaving him in relative silence.

“Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” she assured him. “I’m just enjoying the view.” It was true. He was gorgeous. His neck and chest glowed with a heated flush. The muscles in his arms flexed almost regularly whenever he tugged at the restraints, which he now gripped like a kind of lifeline. Even his hips strained. His cock twitching against his belly as if every inch of him couldn’t help but beg for more.

Kaidan growled when her observation continued.

Nyx decided to give him a bit of a reprieve, leaning onto the bed again. “If you want music, just say so. But I figured we could start with just the noise canceling,” she explained. All he’d be able to hear then would be the sound of his own breathing, his own voice as she shredded his control. Maybe his own heartbeat racing in his ears.

“Ready?”

He flinched, then instantly relaxed when she brushed the backs of her fingers over the line of his jaw. His head turned toward her touch. “And if I say no?”

“Then we wait until you are.” Nyx brushed her fingers through his hair and dotted his forehead with gentle kisses. “Do you need more time?”

His head lifted slightly, and she pressed her kisses more firmly over his brow. Kaidan took a deep breath then shook his head. “No, I think I’m good. Just want to fucking touch you.” The movement of his hands resulted in another demonstrative rattle. “Or have you touch me,” he added with a chuckle.

Nyx compensated for his lack of touch, and caressed his cheek tenderly as she smiled at him. “I love you. And remember, if it’s too much … just tell me. Say something. You remember the word, right?”

“Yeah. I do. I will,” Kaidan replied. He tipped his head toward the sound of her voice, and Nyx pressed her mouth to his. With considerable care, she set the little devices into his ears.

  -2-

The world shrank even further when the sound of her breathing and her voice disappeared. For the moment, he could feel her lips on his, could still sense her presence. But when the kiss ended, he felt suddenly and strangely alone. A little bit vulnerable. He turned his head toward the side of the bed she’d been on, then finally stared straight ahead.

Damn, these things are effective, he found himself wondering. No matter what direction he looked in he couldn’t even find a sliver of light. And the only thing he could hear was his own breathing, it sounded so damn loud. He knew he wouldn’t see anything coming, wouldn’t hear where she was, what she might be doing or planning … or enjoying. He clinched his jaw at that realization.

It was hard to imagine not hearing her. In fact, he rather disliked it when she muffled her reactions to him, even when it was necessary. His mind wandered to that time he’d cornered her in the cargo bay. Dared her to not make a sound. A rumble flowed through his chest at the thought of it.

In the next moment he was painfully aware that the only he could feel anywhere was the shift of the air in the room. He blinked a few times, tipping his head slightly. It couldn’t be as long as it felt, he knew, because his groin still ached, but it felt like it had been forever since she’d put in the earbuds.

“How long are you going to just leave me here?” he asked.

His position wasn’t new by any stretch of the imagination. Kaidan Alenko had been draped naked across Shepard’s bed before. He’d even been tied to that very same and other pieces of furniture in that room, but this was different. Even knowing it was futile, his keen eyes darted back and forth still searching for the slightest sliver of light, his ears strained for even a trace of a sound beyond his own breath. He still found neither.

It was strange. He knew she still had to be there. She wouldn’t just leave him like that.

When a soft touch grazed the inside of his knee, Kaidan jolted and whimpered in surprise. It wasn’t a sound he expected, but then again the touch seemed to come out of nowhere. It happened again, brushing across his pectoral. The muscle in his chest tightened and jumped in response.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about all this yet. Nyx was still playing with him, teasing him, taunting him. Kaidan wasn’t sure if he wanted more or wanted it to end so he could see her, watch her or hear her, at the very least.

Soft touches danced over his body, and like she’d teased, his imagination took over quite easily in the absence of sight and sound. The next time that ethereal tickle brushed over his ribs, he groaned and imagined her leaning over him and tilting her head to let the ends of her hair graze his stomach. He was almost certain that was what caused that particular sensation.

Her lips grazed his nipple and he could swear he knew exactly the look she was probably giving him. The fire in her blue eyes and that wicked little smirk she saved just for him.

She kept it up. Little surprise touches and kisses here and there. Sure, his imagination was now completely dialed into this whole endeavor, but he wanted more.

“Touch me,” he said, his words echoing in his skull. “For real, no more teasing.” He swallowed and added a wanton but polite, “Please.”

Her palm felt like fire against his skin as it pressed up the side of his ribs. He could only groan as he pushed into that touch. Then there was the tickle again, paired with damp kisses. He hissed when she playfully bit his nipple, groaning again when her whole tongue lathed over it as if in apology for the slight. His hands shot forward again; he wanted to bury them in her hair. Then he could guide her lips up to his, so he could kiss the breath out of her. A growl at the futility of his movement hung in his throat, and he wrapped his hands tighter in the straps for something else to hold on to.

Kaidan lay there, letting her touch him in all the places she chose, though none of them were the place he wanted to feel her most. He loved every caress, writhed beneath every kiss, but she’d planted the seed in his head. The promise of one of those sights he never got enough of. Hell, any time her hands ghosted over his hips and onto his thighs, he could see it. Blue eyes cast up at him, lips parted with shaky breath, that determined look in her eye that let him know he would fall apart at the whim of her tongue.

“Nyx,” he hissed and pressed his hips upward. She hadn’t even touched his cock yet, but he was aching for it.

With the bite on the inside of his thigh, Kaidan cried out. His entire bodied tightened painfully when the back of her hand grazed his testicles—or at least that was his guess at how she’d touched him. He could just be pulling at strands of memories from other times she’d teased him to excess.

His cock strained for her attention. She ignored it. Kaidan felt like his skin was going to crack open at any moment.

“Nyx,” he gasped breathlessly. “I don’t know if I can take much—” his admission fell apart on a guttural shriek that echoed inside his skull. Kaidan pressed his body back against the mattress with all his strength and he could fell the tingle and crackle racing along his skin with raised goosebumps. She’d just … he couldn’t even think about it in the moment. Stars dazzled behind his eyelids and his body shifted with her as she eased him deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing onto the restraints a little higher, not to fight them but to anchor himself. He could only feel what she allowed him to. Eventually his imagination gave up trying to picture it; he couldn’t focus. He was awash in a sea of sensation. His stomach tightened, then his groin. His incoherent voice echoed inside head, while his nerves sang. Her nails skimmed his hips, her hair tickling his skin, while her mouth did things he could not even guess at.

“Damnit, Nyx,” he gritted out, yanking again at his binds. “I’m close. Fuck.”

She didn’t stop. Not that he ever expected that she would. In fact, she upped the ante and pressed her fingers to that spot behind his balls. A low groan reverberated in his ears. Even when he warned her, and despite the fact that he could not keep his hips under control, he knew there was no chance she’d pull away. She always guided him over the edge.

“Oh, shit. Nyx,” he crooned, thrusting upward as sparks and static danced across his skin as he came.

His short panting breaths echoed in his clear mind. Every inch of him felt relaxed, if slightly sore from the tension that had built up. He just laid there, his skin chilling from the combination of sweat and the cool air. Eventually his breathing evened and the tension in his shoulders eased. He had no idea how long she’d had him cut off from the world, but as he lay there gasping for breath he was sure it had to have been hours. It felt like it.

Then she returned, inching up along his body and trailing soft kisses across his chest. Her bare leg brushed against his and he grinned. A soft groan lodged in his throat.

“I hope those fucking pants are gone,” he said with a tired laugh, already knowing the answer.

The tip of her nose grazed the line of his sternum in what he took to be an affirmative nod. He groaned, his mind flashing back her trying to lash him to the bed.

“Then I think you need to come closer.” Her lips grazed his and they kissed deeply. “Closer,” he whispered against her mouth. Her body eased against his, making him hum in approval. “No, not yet,” he said when her fingers curled through the hair near his ears.

He stole another kiss, trying to be as convincing as he could be with so few cues to her reactions. “I want to taste you.”

She pushed herself up, one hand in the center of his chest. He could almost imagine that adorable wrinkle of her nose that almost always accompanied his request for her to sit on his face. “I didn’t say it the way you hate,” he argued. “And I can’t see. Can’t hear. Can’t even touch you. Mostly,” Kaidan conceded, licking his lips.

Nyx hadn’t left the bed, maybe she was considering it. Maybe she was talking to him, arguing about why she was not going to straddle his face. He couldn’t hear any of it, if that was what was happening. He just held out hope. Maybe she’ll give in this time.

The kiss she planted on his mouth was gentle and soft. So, when he felt her hands in his hair and her weight shift on the mattress, he didn’t dare move. He waited with unraveling patience. Kaidan growled in appreciation when her leg slipped under his shoulder. “Oh, fuck,” he exhaled against her inner thigh. He didn’t wait for her to settle over him. No, he couldn’t wait; Kaidan lunged forward. This time when he buried his face in the apex of her thighs, he pressed his tongue through her folds and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Again, he found he didn’t need to see or even imagine her above him. And as hot as it would have been to stare up into those brilliant blue eyes when she shuddered to pieces on his tongue, he still knew when it happened. Felt every quiver in her body, tasted the tang of her on his tongue, sensed the release in her tight, muscled body even as she knelt over him and tightened her fingers in his hair to the point that his scalp prickled from a thousand points of pain as she held onto him.

Feeling her relax, her hand covered one of his. Loosening his grip, his fingers threaded with hers. She squeezed his hand then he felt the bed move with the shifting of her weight. Another squeeze of her hand and her fingers slipped out of his.

  -3-

Shepard released his hands, returned his hearing, and slipped the blindfold up onto his forehead. Kaidan didn’t open his eyes at first. Leaning over him, she brushed her fingertips over his brow and waited. When he finally did open them, blinking and squinting at her in the low light, Nyx held her hand against his brow to shield him from the dim lamp on the nightstand. She didn’t say anything, but waited for him

“Okay,” he admitted with a slow swallow. “You might be onto something with that.”

Nyx chuckled and pressed a kiss against his shoulder as Kaidan draped one of his arms around her. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did. I’m exhausted,” he admitted as he savored her comforting touch. Her hands squeezed at the arm by his side, massaging at the muscle to relieve any soreness that might crop up.

“Did your imagination take over?”

“No, actually. You were driving me insane. I couldn’t keep a straight thought in my head for more than a second or two,” he admitted with a quiet laugh. Kaidan grabbed her and rolled toward her, pulling her beneath him. He wriggled just enough to settle himself between her legs as he leaned over her on his elbows.

Nyx grinned up at him, perfectly contented with the change. “The way you reacted,” she teased.

Kaidan kissed her hard. “Yeah, well. We’ll see how you react when I spend hours teasing every inch of you.”

“Hours?” she countered. Nyx giggled when he buried his face in her neck to tease at the thin sensitive skin over her jugular.

“Yeah, even you, with your iron will, would be coming apart at the seems,” he mumbled.

“That was only like twenty minutes, Kaidan.”

His head popped up like a meerkat checking for predators. “What?”

Her fingers traced down the length of his back as she nodded. “Check the clock. We haven’t even been up here an hour yet.”

Kaidan peeked at the end table, a sly grin curving his lips before he looked back down at her. “Good to know,” he growled at her, inching toward her again. “Then I don’t have to feel the least bit bad about not being ready to sleep.”

He shifted his hips against her and Nyx broke into a fit of laughter when he nipped at her collarbone. She draped her legs around him, steering his lips back to hers as his amorous attentions ramped back up again.

“Sleep’s for the weak,” she cackled when he retreated to her neck again.

[bubblyani]

Better

(Adam Sackler x Reader)

An Adam Sackler One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Request: Been trying really hard to come up with something. So its not that great of a request. How about Adam Sackler x Reader. You wrote a jealous Adam. How would Adam react if his girlfriend was jealous? If you are inclined to make it super fluffy at the end. I wouldn’t be mad at ya. Please please please? 💖💖 @danceyreagan​

Author’s Note: Writing for Adam Sackler is fun cause I could dive into the style of dialogue they have in GIRLS. Hope y’all enjoy!

The way his large, generous hand enveloped yours, it was clear that even the harshest of winds would not be able to blow you away from Adam Sackler’s grasp. Yes, as dramatic as it sounded, you felt that secure.

Warmth, it exuded through his hand, powerful enough to bring you only comfort and nothing else. It was cooling yet warm at the same time. Perfect for the summer. Your mind, it was at peace with him. Even when he took you on a stroll on the streets of Brooklyn on a lazy afternoon.

“I don't get  it…” Adam began, in a matter-of-fact tone, “…why are people so weirded out by hand holding in public?”


“Uh…” Suddenly thrown off by the question, you formed a response, “I guess some people are not as open to PDA…Adam, are you okay?” You inquired, fascinated by his enthusiastic behavior. “Me? I’m great…” He said nonchalantly. Looking at you, he smiled, “You know what?…fuck those people! Hand holding rules…I get to hold on to my girl all the time” he said proudly, raising the held hands together as if he won a trophy.

“Ooooh!” You giggled, thoroughly amused. 


“And I get to do stuff like this…WHOOOO!”

Squealing, you felt like a paper blown in the wind, when Adam started to run, pulling you with him. To the average passerby, the two of you may have looked like lunatics. But running together hand-in hand, you felt like a child. Although you were sure you weren’t so active back then as you were just this moment.

Catching one’s breath after running for a while, Adam released your hand, walking ahead while rambling of the most random topics he could come up with. Listening to him was never a burden for you. You always did so with a smile on your face. For you were genuinely inclined to. It was Adam. His silliness , his wackiness was nothing compared to the love and joy you felt being with him. And you were finally happy to share the silliness with someone who equally did not care of the social norms that had no impact. You both existed in this life, to share the embarrassment together. And you did not mind.

With your eyes solely focused on him alone, you suddenly found yourself bumping into someone, who just emerged from the retail shop nearby.

“Oh! Sorry-” You said involuntarily. Judging by the soft locks of hair that brushed against your face, you guessed it was a woman. And looking up, you were right. “It’s okay…” The woman answered. Overhearing, Adam quickly turned. He could not help but freeze in his tracks. “Mel?” He said, looking at the woman. With widened eyes, the woman opened her mouth with surprise. 


“Adam…Hey!” She cried out, but with an unexpected surprise of a tone. It sounded shy. “Hey…” Adam replied, in an equal manner.

Awkward silence emerged for a few seconds as you could not figure out what was going on. The woman finally came to her senses when she realized you had accompanied him.

“I’m sorry…” she said to you, “I’m Melanie…Mel” she added extending her hand out to you. “And this is Y/N…” Adam replied, putting his arm around your shoulder, “ …my girlfriend”

Mel looked more surprised than before. At this point you have already realized they knew each other. “Oh wow…” she began, taking the time to process the information as you shook hands with her, “…nice to meet you” she said slowly.

“You too” you said, in a confident yet curtly manner. The moment Mel let go of your hand, it seemed like you had suddenly disappeared from her eyesight, for it was only on Adam.

“You look…good…” she said to him, nodding. Surprisingly silent and obedient, Adam nodded back. “So do you…” he said softly, while they both acknowledged one another.

Feeling like the 3rd wheel in this situation, you were deeply inclined to stealthily move yourself. And you did, a few feet away. But at the same time, you stood close enough to asses the entire situation, for you were no fool.

Mel, she was beautiful. If her beauty was to be described in one word, it would be as breathtaking. With your hands folded, you watched them with the same intensity as watching a complicated sports game. Your eyes were busy analyzing their every move. Their manner of talking was soft, which clearly did not fit the description of long time friends. Their choice of words were careful.  And from the angle you stood, you could clearly see how her eyes dilated by the sight of him every second.

For a second, you wished you knew Adam’s reaction too.

This sort of behavior, you’d certainly be a fool to not know what they were.

A minute or two later, Mel made her exit. But not before nodding at you. Nodding back with a constrained smile, your arms remained folded as Adam walked  over to you.

“So…” He began awkwardly, “…uh…that was-” “Your ex?” You asked, wearing the same tense smile. Adam nodded quickly. “Yep…”

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(An hour later)

“Hey…Hope you’re not feeling sick or anything. Just so you know, if you need me to come over…all you gotta do is ask…okaaay. Anyways, I’ll talk to you later, Bye!”

As soon as Adam’s voice message ended, you tossed the phone away, as you tossed to the other side on your bed. Truthfully, you wished you were sick. Rather be sick than have this feeling, you thought.

The stroll, it continued after Mel left. You remember how your eyes lingered on Adam  while he continued with his ramble. Except your conscious was nowhere near there. Suddenly you could not smile the way you used to. You felt unhappiness, poking you in the heart with a reminder. At first you did not know why. But with each step you took, you came to the realization.

Sure, we all had past relationships. So did you, so did Adam. It was a given. In fact, when you first met him, you were well aware of the fact he was getting over his previous relationship, which had ended horribly. But never did you expect to meet the woman behind it all. You did not think it was someone who was as perfect as Melanie.

The more you were aware of her existence, the more sour you felt. Jealousy, it was knowingly swallowing you whole to the point you could not pretend anymore. It was tiring to feign enthusiasm. And since Adam did not dare to expand on the topic even after the encounter, you felt pressure in holding it all in.

So much so you excused yourself to go back to your apartment, alone.

Jealousy, it turned you into someone different entirely. Sighing deeply, you closed your eyes as you drifted off to sleep.

If your normal self was Dr.Jekyl, the Jealous you was definitely your Mr.Hyde.

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(The next morning)

“…and boom! I got this sweet ride for half the cost. Isn’t that awesome?” Adam’s voice woke you from your thoughts. “Hmm….” With arms folded, you remained unmoved as you stared ahead sitting on the passenger seat of the car. It was Adam’s niece’s birthday, and his sister had decided to hold it at a place outside the city. Though you were far from willing to step out of the apartment with Mr.Hyde inside, you still joined your boyfriend when he rented a car to go there.

Surprised by your silence, Adam kept driving. Though it was obvious he was deciding to move over to another topic. “So…uh…you wanna listen to something?” He inquired, reaching out to the radio. No answer. It was as if he was the only occupant in the car. 
“Okay…still silence it is then…” He muttered awkwardly. The outskirts of the city welcomed the both of you when Adam decided to speak once again.

“You know…” he began, “I’m not the one to usually bring up stuff like this but…” he continued, “Did you bring any makeup with you?”

Turning your head to him with annoyance, you shot him a look. “Why? Am I not pretty enough?” You snapped. 


“NO no no…Jesus!” He replied quickly. Sighing, he added “It’s just that…this is kinda of a formal thing, and I really don’t want you to regret not putting anything on…cause you usually do”

You looked at your reflection on your phone. Mr.Hyde seemed to have convinced you to care lesson yourself you even forgot to put on makeup before the trip. Adam was right. But somehow you just felt worse.

“Well…”you began sternly, “if that’s the case then …why don’t you ask MEL to accompany you, huh?” To your horror, you almost felt yourself bark by the end of the sentence. But at that moment you really did not care.

Exhaling deeply, Adam quickly pulled the car over, bringing it to a steady halt. “Why are we stopping? You asked angrily. “Cause we need to talk…outside” Adam said, surprisingly very calm. Unable to smile, your face was stuck in a resting bitch-face mode as he gestured you to get out of the car.

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The outskirts of New York deserved more of the attention. But today was not the day. Amidst the trees and bushes by the road, Adam watched you. With his hands is his jacket pockets, he watched you pace from side to side.

“Y/N…” Adam began calmly, “You okay?” “Uh huh….” Nonchalantly you answered, trying your hardest to avoid the question.

“See? I can tell that you’re definitely not okay” Adam finally spoke up in a tone that made you pause. Taking his hands out of his pockets, he took a step towards you. “You’re upset about something. And… you know what? no matter how long you’re gonna stand here sulking….I don’t give a shit” he said, with a serious tone, “You’re gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you. Cause I’ve never seen this side to you, Y/N. And its making me worried-”

“OKAY!….” you cried out. His incessant ramble finally broke you down. But what really broke you was his concern in particular. It made the insensitive side of yours break it’s walls, to see how patient he was with your stubborn behavior, ever since yesterday. And how patient he was now.

“Okay…I’ll talk. I’m gonna talk.” You said with a sigh.


“Great” “But I’m gonna talk a lot.” “Well…good. Cause that’s what I want” Your heart melted upon hearing those words. “Really?” You asked. “Yeah!” He answered without hesitation. Taking a deep breath, you looked right into his eyes. 
“Okay…Look! You’re a hottie… and-” “What? THAT’S IT?” He asked confusingly, making you burst out laughing to his surprise. “Stop! I’m trying to be serious” “Yeah… well, that was a good start” He replied with sarcasm, making you chuckle harder. “Sackler come on!” You said, playfully smacking him on his chest, “ I mean it. You’re this …hella attractive guy, and I knew going out with you, I have to put up with the women throwing themselves at you. Being an actor and all. And I didn’t mind. I didn’t care. I really didn’t give a fuck” “You didn’t ?” “I didn’t ” you repeated, “But…When I saw your ex…she…I mean, Mel is gorgeous. Like mad gorgeous” “No she isn’t” Shocked by his quick response, your jaw dropped. “You gotta be blind if you really mean that” you said, appalled. Adam raised both his hands. “Is this… some kind of self validation on appearances or something?” He asked. “NO No…I normally don’t care but…” you said, frustrated, “…seeing her, and seeing the two of you together talking…I just felt so horrible. Like a legit stomach pain. Not because I’m worried of how she looks better than me…It’s just that..with you guys having such a long history, I wondered, are you guys suddenly gonna have hope for each other again?” You said, as you let your thoughts take you, “Maybe you’ll start…thinking about her again and…One afternoon you guys would probably wanna meet up for coffee, but will it end with just coffee? NO! It won’t” Engaged in your green thoughts, you did not even notice your voice breaking with emotion, “And the next thing you know, you’ll tell me you don’t love me anymore and… leave me and-”

“Hey hey hey! Shhhh!” Adam cut you off gently, pulling you into an embrace,  “Where the hell did you just go?” He asked. As vulnerable as you were, you welcomed this warmth gladly. “I’m sorry…” you sniffed, “When I get jealous I get…super paranoid. And it just goes down the spiral…it’s crazy. It’s bad I know. I’m sorry-” “Shh…” he repeated, “It’s okay…” patting your back gently. With eyes closed, you remained in the warmth of his embrace for a few minutes. Both of you dwelled in comfortable silence while the birds chirped and the soft wind caressed your bodies.

“Do you know why me and Mel broke up?” He asked, making you pull away all the sudden. “No…” wiping your nose, you answered, “… cause I didn’t want to pry into the your romantic past. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable…” Adam chuckled, upon hearing your response, “You know, this was one of the reasons I liked you so much” he said, stroking your head lovingly, “You’re so cool. Like… in the best way” “Shhh stop!” You smiled shyly, hugging him again. “So… why did you guys break up?” You asked him. Adam’s chest rose as he took a deep breath. “She cheated on me…” he said, “When I confronted her about it, all she could say was…she wanted someone better” With widened eyes, you tried your best to process the news. Adam chuckled. “Imagine how that made me feel?”  He asked. “Yeah, that must have sucked…” you said, voice muffled against his jacket, “…I mean..how can she say that? About you especially?” “Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to look at you. “Yeah…that’s just crazy talk” “You know what else is crazy talk?” He said softly,  “You…thinking I might leave you”

Embarrassment swallowed you whole completely, you had nowhere else to look but down. How could you act this way to a man like him?

“Hey!…” Adam began, “…C’mere” taking your chin by the hand so that you eyes met. “Mel may have thought I wasn’t better…” he said, “… but she’ll never be better than you-” “Adam, I don’t care if I’m better…It’s not a competition” Your voice got emotional again, “I just want you to love me as much as I love you”

Those words, they sealed the deal when Adam swooped in, kissing you passionately on the lips. You felt the closet to being saved when those lips fed you the sweet nectar of the love you indulged from him all this time. Melting in his arms in completion, you held onto him with your dear life as he lifted you up, taking you on a spin before he put you down again. Your heart, it felt light, it felt refreshed.

“Y/N…” Adam began,  “Being with you, I spent possibly the happiest days of my life. Do I need to say more?”

Your lips quivered with emotion as you cupped his face.

“No need” you said, as your fingers traced over his goatee, “… that was more than enough”

And in a flash, his generous hand enveloped yours, providing you with the security and warmth you longed for. But more importantly, providing you with the absolute certainty of the real love you both shared for one another.

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Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment; Part Two

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Word Count: 9500. This is a big boy. 

This is Sami’s part but there may be some bonus Rami. I did the best I could. Sorry this took so long but I had some struggles. Special shout-out to @diasimar, @xmxisxforxmaybe, @r-ahh-mi, and @breadnbutternips for your input, guidance, suggestions, and overall support. I swear I wouldn’t keep writing if it wasn’t for you wonderful ladies. <3  I love you all. 

Warnings: Protected/Unprotected Sex, Slightly dom-ish behavior, alcohol consumption referenced, some fluff, some self-indulgent random sort of Pride & Prejudice references. 

Part One ( H E R E )

You’d been in a fantastic mood since Tuesday night and the people you were closest too had definitely taken notice. Currently you didn’t possess the ability to stop laughing, singing and dancing around playfully and you could thank Rami for that. The entire experience with him had rocked your world in ways that you could never imagine. According to some of your other friends you’d been wound a little tight as of late, and the intensely amazing orgasms Rami had given you had left you a lot more relaxed. 

When the boys both texted you and asked if you wanted to meet them for brunch you had happily accepted. You joked that it had been a stroke of luck that you all wanted to enjoy the weather on the outdoor patio and there were no other patrons choosing to do the same.

Your jovial mood was more than obvious at your brunch meet up with twins that Friday because the state you were in had been a topic of conversation on and off for the last half hour. The only damper on the mood had been that Rami was acting a little out of character today. He was still your happy friend; smiling, laughing, and cracking his smart ass jokes but whenever tomorrow came up, he withdrew a little bit his smile definitely turning into a slight frown.

You were determined to not allow his odd behavior to dictate your mood at this point so you’d just continue to smile and laugh at the witty banter between the two men. It was an ongoing inside joke that the two of them should have a stand-up routine. Whenever they were together around you, you were always in stitches at their antics. The fame had not changed Rami in that way even though he is a lot more guarded now than he used to be.

“Damn bro what did you do to her?” Sami jokes, taking another bite of his sandwich. .

“Nothing out of the ordinary, other than prove that I can fuck her better than you can," Rami says wearing a proudly smug look on his face. 

“I guess I’m going to have to up my game for tomorrow then,” Sami shoots back and Rami frowns so slightly you almost missed it.

 He must have noticed you silently observing him because he reaches down grabbing a fry from his plate, popping into his mouth and shooting you a wink.You sat back and watched him chew, then swallow, before his gorgeous eyes found yours as he began inquiring about how you were feeling about tomorrow.

"So, YN, are you looking forward to your date with my brother tomorrow?" Rami asks. You felt as if the question was a little odd and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why the hell he’d want to know this information.

"Of course I am Ram. Just as excited as I was before our date. Why? Am I not supposed to be?" 

“I don’t know YN. You aren’t feeling any kind of apprehension at all? Nervousness?”

“Ram, I. I don’t know how I feel. Excited for sure, maybe a little nervous. It’s not an easy decision to have relations with someone and still come out of it just friends. Why? Do you want me to be nervous or something? Is this some kind of trick question?”

Uncertain as to what was happening to you internally;  the more Rami questions, the more anxious you start to feel about this whole thing. 

“Did you want me to call this whole thing off Ram? It isn’t fair to your brother though, is it? That you got to fuck me but he didn’t. I thought the whole fucking point of this thing was to figure out once and for all which one of you was better in bed?! I’m not backing away from the challenge, that if I remember correctly I was hesitant to agree to because I am terrified that this whole ‘experiment’ will irrevocably damage our long standing friendship. I can’t help but feel like I’m being interrogated or something; I’ve committed no crime.” you say a little more sharply than you actually intended. 

Your eyes try to scan his face for some read on what he could be thinking. 

“I just thought that maybe you’d be nervous is all,” he half-whispers, eyes cast downward clearly internally struggling to make sense of something. 

“I am! Jesus H Christ. Rami I was so nervous Tuesday night that I almost called the whole thing off. I love you both and I would never want to jeopardize our friendship over a fuck.”

Something you’d said must have set him off because his lips formed a hard line and he pushed away from the table with such force that the metal cafe chairs you were all seated in made a cacophonous racket against the concrete. You watch him take a deep breath and stand up, pushing his chair toward the table a little more forcefully than he may have intended. You watch in confusion as he tosses his napkin down next to his plate that holds his barely touched food before he wordlessly walks away, you assume towards the bathrooms.

"Sam did I do or say something wrong?" you ask on the verge of tears. 

“No YN, I don’t think you did. Sometimes he just-he is moody that’s all. I think maybe this new project that he’s been prepping for may be exacting a toll on him and his stress is coming out in some form of misplaced anger or something. I just call him Mr. Moody when he gets like this. Perhaps it’s an actor thing? I don’t really know,” came his response with a slight smirk. You were definitely not prepared to deal with the asshole-ish behavior this morning. Irritation begins to  settle in and you wanted to slap that famous Malek smirk right off of Sami’s face just as badly as you wanted to smack Rami in the side of his head for acting like a jerk. 

"I know, I've dealt with him before when he gets like this," you retort with a sigh. Rami is definitely more high strung and sometimes dealing with him during role prep can be emotionally exhausting for everyone around him. Everyone knows about his level of dedication and commitment to performing as authentically as possible, which meant that everyone just dealt with his affectionately dubbed ‘role prep insanity.’

Taking a few deep breaths of your own you come to the decision of ‘fuck him,’ if he wants to be an ass then you’d let him but you were going to try your best to not let him dictate your mood any further. Sami and you continue eating and making casual conversation until Rami comes back, wearing a stoic expression, the Malek poker face and he isn't very verbose. The one thing that you couldn't miss were his eyes;  red and puffy as if he'd been crying. He undoubtedly could  feel your eyes on him when you caught his gaze, he managed a small strained smile and then pulled his sunglasses from atop his head down his nose as he settled them in place on his perfect face.

For the most part the remainder of brunch passed almost amicably with the two of them, everyone deluded into believing that there hadn’t been any issue in the first place. Rami did keep his sunglasses firmly in place which carefully guarded his expressive eyes and you couldn’t help but to wonder if he was attempting to use them as a diversion, a mask, or some kind of shield. 

Conversation flowed easily enough after Rami had ordered himself a few more mimosas, which were an indulgence he’d never openly admit to . He became quite animated and excitable as he began to talk to the both of you about his latest project, the one he was leaving for on Sunday.on he did speak it was openly about the latest project that he was leaving for on Sunday. You’d never tire of watching him discuss his upcoming projects, the excitement that radiates from him is contagious making everyone else around him share that energy. You highly suspect that’s why people enjoy working with him so much; the little bean was always a ball of high energy enthusiasm, he attacks everything with every bit of skill he has. 

The happy mood that had tentatively settled over the table quickly dissipated once Sami brought up his plans for tomorrow and it pained you to watch as Rami completely shut down. He stopped talking and sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. He honestly reminded you of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, like Rami did once when you were six and he was being forced to eat the three pieces of broccoli that had been served to him. The moment the waitress reappeared holding the large black envelope that contained the check Rami just wordlessly handed her his credit card.

You could feel his eyes on you as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair. You couldn't help feeling as if you'd done something wrong and you found yourself fighting back tears. In all the years that you’d know the Malek twins neither of them had ever made you feel the kind of uncomfortable that you were feeling now. Neither of them had ever been a reason for you to cry and you’d be damned if you let that happen now.

Pushing back from the table so quickly that the heavy metal chair nearly tipped over, you shot to your feet and rapidly muttered out,"I guess, ummm,  if you've got this, thank you Rami for brunch. I appreciate it very much and I’m excited for you and your project. Sami, I’ll see you tomorrow and Ram I hope you’re in a better mood on Sunday.”

With a nod of your head towards each of the boys, you turned on your heel and exited the restaurant hurriedly. Fishing your keys out of your purse and unlocking your car door you slowly release the breath that you’d been unaware you were holding. 

Why was Rami acting like that? Was he jealous? Confusion wracking your brain as you attempt to try and puzzle out Rami and his moods. The man's mood swings were legendary but you chalk all that up as one of the reasons he’s such an incredibly talented actor, but they could give you whiplash sometimes. 

Settling back at  home trying to get the confusing Rami thoughts out of your head you resort to the one thing that had always helped clear your mind. You scrubbed every inch of your house from top to bottom. After all was said and done, the house shining with absolute perfection and reeking of the oversaturated ‘tropical’  floral scents you favored in your cleaning products, you settle on your sofa after a hot shower with some shitty leftover Chinese takeout and even shittier television. 

Sami sent you a very succinct text early Saturday morning to let you know that he’d be over to pick you up around noon time promising you a quiet picnic in the park. Sami was never jealous of his brother's success or his brother's money, but sometimes you got the feeling that the two of them were constantly competing in a weird way with each other. He was well aware that his brother had wined and dined you at one of the poshest restaurants in town. Sami couldn’t afford a place like that and you both knew it, and you’d never hold him the same bar his brother had set. He knew you just as well as Rami did, and he knew that you actually favored the small, quiet type of dates. Rami had only chosen the type of date that he had for the simple fact that his rise to fame did not afford him the luxury of anonymity anymore and maintaining his privacy was becoming increasingly more difficult in the digital age of instant uploads and ‘peeping Toms’. 

FIdgeting nervously with the buttons on your light cardigan feeling the familiar sort of butterflies in your stomach feeling that you’d had prior to your date with Rami, you nearly jump out of your skin when the doorbell rang out loudly. You couldn’t help the small timid smile as you swung the door open to a beaming Sami. He looked so adorable standing there in some dark, tight fitting jeans and a t-shirt with a large blanket draped over his shoulder and an old school style picnic basket in the crook of his left elbow. 

"Ready?" he asks confidently as he reaches out to grab your hand. 

"Let's go Sami, let's go,"you tell him through your timid smile. 

You knew you wouldn’t be gone long but you let go of his hand for a few moments to lock your front door. While your neighborhood was considered quite safe and there wasn’t a lot of crime in your housing area, this was still Los Angeles and you weren’t going to take any chances. 

You turn back around, dropping the keys into your small cross body bag as you place your left hand in Sami’s right one as the two of you head off towards the small neighborhood park. 

Taking a turn about the park before scouting out the perfect place to lay the blanket out, Sami makes a joke about feeling like Caroline Bingley and Elizabeth Bennet as they casually stroll around the large drawing room at Netherfield Park. You couldn’t help but joke back about how he would actually be the perfect Charles Bingley, sitting back and observing making silly jokes. His quiet laugh brought on a small giggle of your own. 

“Very astute in your observations of me YN, but wouldn’t I be more suited to Mr. Darcy?”

“Not at all. You are much too relaxed and far more playful.You aren’t conceited enough to be a proper Caroline Bingley either, Rami would definitely be more suited to Mr. Darcy. He’s broody as hell but secretly in love with me,” you joke back, completely unaware of actual accuracy of your statement. 

Sami snorts but doesn’t say much after that, his primary focus was on setting out the blanket perfectly so that you were both in a position to either sit in the sun or in the shade that the large tree offered. 

Once he had everything positioned exactly as he wanted it to be, he gestures for you to have a seat and finding the perfect half shaded half sunny spot you attempt to gracefully sit. He sets the basket down to your left as he maneuvers his body so that you are situated between his legs. This position afforded you both views of the many people mulling about the park. Your favorites were the older couples out for an afternoon stroll, hand in hand. 

“So Charles, how are you feeling this fine afternoon?”

“Why Miss Bennett, I do believe that I am feeling fine, especially now that I get to enjoy your company. I’m pretty sure that this is considered quite inappropriate as we are unchaperoned.”

The laugh that left you was infectious as he joined you. 

“Very well my good Sir, considering that you are already planning on defiling me later I suppose that it is a good thing that we are unaccompanied on this warm day.I sure wouldn’t want any witnesses to whatever debauchery lay before us.”

You feel him shift his weight as he sits up a little straighter and whispers in your ear,  "All things considered YN, you have bewitched me body and soul."

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. You know exactly what Mr. Darcy quotes do to me,” you scold as you playfully smack him on his arm. “You’ve always been such a charmer Sami. Actually you were always so suave and smooth.”

“Oh hell. Not this shit again. Everyone always says that but I seriously used to feel so awkward and weird. 

“No Sam, awkward and weird, that’s your brother,” you laugh out again. Sami is definitely bringing out the best in you today. The butterflies from earlier had disappeared now being replaced with a loud rumbling as your stomach makes you well aware of the fact that you haven’t eaten yet today. 

“That is the most accurate statement about Rami I’ve ever heard YN. You know the both of us so well.”

“I just can’t believe that you remembered my favorite book.”

“Why do you say that? You think I wouldn’t remember those kinds of things about one of my best friends?”

“I never know exactly what you or your brother do or don’t remember.”

“More than you might think YN. Definitely way more than you think. I remember your favorite color, movie, flower, drink, meal, you sing to yourself when you are really happy, you dance when you think no one is watching, you can fall asleep nearly anywhere as long as you have a blanket, you are always cold but you never complain about it, you bite your lip when you are concentrating, you curse like a sailor and make no apologies for it. You march to the beat of your own drum. You are a breath of fresh air sometimes and it is beautifully refreshing.”

“I bite my lip when I’m concentrating?”

“Yeah, you also furrow your brows and chew on your nails when you are attempting to puzzle something out.”

“Damn man. I didn’t think-I had no idea I had so many tells.”

“Rami and I have known you forever YN, of course we’d know these things after so long a friendship.”

You smile to yourself as your stomach rumbles again and he casually asks if you are hungry.

"Starving."

You pull your body away from his chest and turn to sit facing him on the blanket while he reaches over and pulls the basket between the two of you removing an array of plastic containers filled with food, disposable plates, disposable cutlery and a few bottles of ice cold water.

Jaw slackening at the sheer volume of food options laid before you, looking up at him you couldn’t help but ask,"Sam, did you make all of this yourself?" 

"Yeah most of it. Rami did help out a little bit but I think that was mostly because his skinny ass just wanted the extras,"he laughs out in response as he begins to plate the food.

“You’re feast madam, is ready,”he intones using a poorly mimicked, possible sort of English accent. 

Bowing your head you couldn’t help but to croon back in an equally bad accent, “Thank you kindly Sir.”

Both of you all smiles as you sit together on the blanket in the sunshine as you eat just making casual small talk, sharing jokes and sipping from the cold water bottles.The casual atmosphere of the date definitely had the both of you feeling incredibly relaxed as the sun beat down on your back. The genuine smiles being exchanged was not unnoticed by other park patrons. 

You overheard an older couple walking through the soft grass nearby comment about how the two of you reminded them of themselves about forty years ago, which set off a fit of giggles between the two of you. 

Finishing your meal, leaving the used items stacked haphazardly on one side of the blanket you settle back between Sami’s legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. People watching was one of your favorite activities and the two of you often made it a fun game when you both played together. Making up random commentary or dialogue of the park's random assortment of visitors, giggling at some of the antics of the children observing how much fun some of the families in the park were having just running amok. Some children had popsicles that were half-melted in their tiny fists. There was a smattering of young couples that had a similar idea as the two of you and were sprawled on blankets snuggling in, some openly kissing, a group of teenagers near the basketball court smoking and shoving one another, and some older couples just strolling around the park. 

This afternoon had been gorgeously sunny and warm but surprisingly not too hot. The warmth of the air, and the feeling of Sami's arms around you made your mind start wandering to Rami.You began to question why you were having the intrusive thoughts about Rami, and then your mind took a sharp turn to the left and you were stunned at how easily you admitted to yourself about how fun it would be to be in this exact situation with him. Sitting on a blanket watching the children play, talking about having a family, placing small but meaningful kisses to each other's lips. You let out a sigh and shake your head hoping to rid your mind of those thoughts. It almost started to make this moment with Sami feel wrong but you were a woman on a mission, and you weren’t going to fail. This whole thing had been your idea in the first place and you weren’t going to back down from the challenge.

Somehow, managing to clear your mind of the wayward and fantastical thoughts of Rami, your body relaxes back into Sami’s arms where you pleasantly discover that you're content to stay. Time seems to fly and before you know it you’d spent twenty minutes joking about what was happening around you. The two of you making up dialogue for some of the other couples around you. Loud laughter from the two of you had other park patrons casting curious glances at the two of you, some shaking their heads and others smiling widely. 

A few beats passed between the two of you and he cleared his throat; was he ready to go?

“Sam it’s getting a little warm out did you want to-” you hesitate struggling to articulate that you wanted to leave without sounding too eager, “do you want to stay? Or do you want to go ahead and head back to mine?

He doesn't say anything but he nods his head, releasing you from his grip  and together you get everything cleared up, depositing the trash into the appropriate bins, shaking out the blanket and folding it up. You gather up the basket resting it in the crook of your elbow much as he had little over an hour earlier. Without thinking you reach out to offer him your hand which he accepts wearing a shy smile; slowly exhaling as the familiar comforting feeling settles over you both. 

The walk back to your house had consisted of you mostly chattering away about anything and everything to distract yourself. Looking over at Sami every once in a while he just appeared to be content to listen to whatever it was that you couldn’t stop yammering on about. 

Strolling up the driveway the butterflies came back tenfold and you find yourself feeling almost dizzy with anticipation. This wasn’t unexpected since the both of you knew that all of this was the point of the whole thing. Unlocking the door and kicking your shoes off nearly in the same manner that you’d done with Rami you almost laugh out loud. This doesn’t feel  awkward like it had with Rami but rather just an anxiousness. Could you go through with this?

Observing Sami as he kicks off his shoes as you had, and setting his basket down in nearly the same place that Rami had haphazardly tossed his stuff earlier in the week you let out a weak laugh. Sami cocked a brow at you as if to question what could be so funny but he didn’t press for details as you shook your head.

For the briefest of moments things felt awkward and you swear that you could nearly cut the tension with a knife but that was swiftly put to bed as Sami takes you by the hand and guides you into the living room, stopping only once you reach the sofa. 

Neither of you exactly sure how to proceed which was hard for you as you’d never been the one to completely take charge in most sexual matters. Rami had taken the lead earlier in the week and now you feel as if you’d made some incorrect assumptions about Sami. Between both twins you’d always presumed that he’d be the one to definitely take charge in all matters sexual in nature. 

Perching yourself on the arm of the sofa while Sami stood in front of you he grasps both your arms in his and roughly pulls you back into a standing position in front of him, his hands skating up your arms until his hands come to a stop on either side of your face. With a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth moments before his lips descend on yours. There was not an ounce of hesitation in the way his soft mouth works yours, his right hand settling on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his.

Your body moving on its own accord, becoming putty in his hands melting into him as your hips unconsciously pressing into his. His left hand slowly drifting downwards from your face; his fingers deftly working the buttons of your cardigan open sliding it off your shoulders. The faux pearl buttons quietly clacking on the hardwood; something about that small noise awoke a primal part of yourself. 

Reaching down, grasping the hem of his shirt and lifting it up working together with him until it joined your cardigan in a crumpled heap on the floor. Seizing an opportunity to stare at his bare chest and arms for the first time in ages, viewing him now in a completely different light. You’d never seen Sami as the object of your sexual attention until this moment. Your eyes drinking in the sight of him; admiring the dark patch of hair on his chest, the light smattering of hair that trailed down into the waistband of his dark jeans, his strong arms and you felt a rush of heat to your core. Both brothers were physically identical but while Rami was lean, Sami was definitely fuller and you could appreciate the difference. 

You must have been ogling his body longer than intended because he let out a breathy little laugh, “Like what you see?”

You just smirk at him and reach out for him, your lips finding his this time as your bodies begin a semi-graceful, lustful dance down the hallway towards your bedroom. Neither of you break the kiss, even his hands snake around your waist and end up on your back, fingers locating the zipper of your dress. His skilled fingers tugging the tiny piece of metal,freeing you from the confines of your dress, you let out a small moan at the sensation of the soft fabric ghosting your skin as it flutters to the floor and settles in a pool around your bare feet. 

Your hips desperately trying to come in contact with his seeking the heated friction you were craving. The evidence of his arousal currently pressed into your pelvis elicits another small moan from you. You reach down and slither your hands into his jeans and into the waistband of his underwear. 

Gently grasping his firm length in your hand, you move your hand in the restricted space, sliding your thumb over the head of his cock and smearing the little beads of precum onto him as you begin to work him. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as his forehead gently presses into yours, letting out small shaky breaths. 

Raising your chin slightly to reclaim his mouth, your hand still working him. He lets out a quiet moan against your mouth. When you withdraw your hand from his pants and begin fumbling with this belt, his hands gently come to rest on yours. Looking up to catch and hold his gaze, his eyes are half lidded, pupils blown wide and glassy with lust. 

"No, amira (princess), this is all about you. Don't worry about me."

Suddenly he lifts you into his arms and presses your back to the wall, the shock barely registering before you feel the roughness of his beard scraping along your skin as his mouth explores every inch of skin from navel to pelvis. 

Sami's mouth begins to lick and suck at your soft skin in between murmurs of how gorgeous you are. 

Your mouth opens and closes in a shocked silence as his lips graze over your center. Gasping as his beard scrapes against the sensitive flesh of your thighs, and the fingers of his right hand ghost along your panty line before roughly pulling them aside.

He ends up pushing you further along the wall as he places his shoulders under your knees,his left hand on your hip to steady the both of you as his tongue finds your clit and the fingers of his right hand find your slick center. 

"Oh fuck," you whine out your eyes nearly rolling back into your head, your head just thumping back against the wall, as your hips unconsciously buck into his face. His grip on your hip tightens and you're certain there will be bruises in the morning.

"Oh God Sami."

You press your thighs tight around his face, his beard adding to the delicious friction your body was seeking. Your hands come down in his hair, grabbing onto the chestnut strands as you start face fucking him. 

He responds by working his tongue and fingers at a much more rapid pace. Once he starts the come hither motion inside you, you nearly lose it. 

You respond with grunts, moans and desperate whiny pleas for him to not stop. Soon enough you came undone around him, screaming a nearly incoherent chorus of fucks, oh God's and his name. He doesn't stop until he's worked you through your orgasm and the trembling in your legs has subsided. 

He eases your legs off his shoulders and as you look at him you couldn't help the self satisfied smirk on your face. Your juices were coating his face from nose to chin. Sami's eyes lock with yours, a slow smirk creeping across his face as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean. 

Removing his fingers from his mouth, eyes still locked with yours, licking his lips he says, "You taste so good YN. So damn good."

You let out a quiet moan before a giggle escapes.

"I bet you do too Sam. Come here I wanna taste you."

"No amira, this is all about you.”

You just wrap your arms around his neck and his lips found yours in a bruising kiss. The slow dance down the rest of the hallway ended once the back of your legs had hit the edge of your bed. Both of you were so turned on that neither of you hesitated to keep going.

“Lay back on the bed,” he instructs

You do as you were told and lift your hips to rid yourself of your panties, tossing them aside while he finishes removing his clothing.

You don’t notice when he pulls the condom out of the pocket of his jeans and effortlessly slips it on. It only felt like a few seconds had passed as his body doesn’t take long before his body is hovering over yours his hands coming to grip your hips.Letting out a slow breath as he eased himself inside of you. Sami’s hips stilled for a few moments giving you a chance to get used to the feel of him and when you whined out for him to move, he did. 

His hips pounding into yours and hitting every sweet spot inside of you while you claw at his shoulders and back, wanting nothing more than to pull him deeper into you. 

“Ohhhh Rami” you whine out and for just a moment you feel Sami’s hips stutter, still for a few seconds, and then continue moving. 

Your eyes widen in shock as you realize what you’ve just done. He doesn’t say anything at all as his right hand comes up and grabs your chin tightly. His hips never falter in their pace as he looks you in the eye and says,”Wrong brother.”

You weren’t expecting that reaction from him and the slight aggressiveness of his handling of you made you clench around him. The pleasure coursing through your body was very different to the pleasure you had been given by Rami and you were unsure of how you felt. 

Suddenly you feel his hands roughly pull your hips closer to his, as he pulls you damn near into his lap, his arms now firmly holding you around your waist as he fucks up into you. Sami buries his face in the crook of your neck for a moment before he takes the sensitive flesh at the base of your throat between his teeth as he sucks a mark into the flesh that you are certain is going to be a bright reddish purple in the morning, The hair from his beard scratching at your neck in a pleasant way just before you feel his hot breath on your ear.

“I bet you my brother didn’t make you feel this good.”

Those words made you moan into his shoulder as you come completely undone around him. He continues to fuck you through your second orgasm of the afternoon but it’s clear that he isn’t done with you yet. 

Without warning he releases you and you fall back onto the mattress.

“Such a good girl, so soft and compliant. Now I’m going to make you scream. I want you on all fours.”

You scramble to your knees quickly and he wastes no time reentering you from behind. Sami places his left hand on your hip and his right hand fists on your hair. 

"Say my name,"he breathlessly demands. 

You quietly mutter out his name but he wasn't satisfied with that. His grip in your hair tightens. Sami’s hips have set a brutal pace that have your fingers scrambling for purchase on anything. Pulling on your fitted sheet so hard that you end up pulling the soft blue material right off the corner of the mattress. The blood pounding in your ears as another orgasm quickly approaches you hear Sami saying something.

" Say my name. Louder." He demands again, as his left hand comes down to circle your clit.

You couldn’t help it, you let loose and you scream out his name quite a bit louder than you had the first. He still wasn’t satisfied with your response. You can hear him barely keeping it together somehow staving off his orgasm as yours crashes around you. Legs trembling and your arms giving out making you face plant onto the soft mattress as you scream his name repeatedly. Clenching around him as you give in completely to the pleasure that has overtaken your body. 

Sami responds by tightening his grip on your hair as his body tenses and he cums with a shout of your name, Both of you gasping for air as he collapses onto your back in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs. 

Time seemed to pass too quickly after your encounter with Sami. It seems like as soon as the two of you had come back down to Earth you both got up and began the process of cleaning up. 

He left by three thirty that afternoon, which left you with way too much time on your hands to mull over the details from Tuesday and today. Could you accurately be able to figure out who had actually been better in bed? Why did everything feel so different with Rami than it had with Sami? Too many questions floating around your head and you were nervous. In less than twenty-four hours you’d have to deliver your verdict to the two of them. Did you just end up in an impossible situation? Head in your hands mostly in frustration. Both of them were stellar in bed. Why is this so hard?

Trying to drown out the thoughts running through your head you decide to distract yourself with cleaning. Starting in the bedroom, you strip the bedding and replace the soft blue colored linens with the silver gray colored ones that you’d had on the bed the night you and Rami had slept together. 

Picking up some other scattered laundry and doing some other menial chores around the house you realize that you were absolutely starving. Hours had passed since your picnic with Sami and the exertions of the afternoon were taking a toll. Deciding that there is no better time for pizza and wine, both a comfort to you, so that you could pull your thoughts together to be able to come to a decision about the boys.

 Picking up your phone and smiling at the picture on your background. It was a photo of the three of you at the Oscars with Rami the night that he’d won. He had jokingly called you his good luck charm, and even though he had brought his family, he insisted that you too were like family to him and it would mean the world if you were there too.

Placing your order with the pizza place you decided that a quick shower was in order. You couldn’t focus while you still smelled like Sami. 

Deciding to forgo any clothes for the evening, wrapping yourself in your favorite oversized fluffy robe, you head back to the living room. You picked up a pen and notepad that you’d left on the coffee table after Sami left to try and start comparing notes. So far all you’d scribbled on the page were their names. You weren’t sure how the hell you were even supposed to score this. Should you do it like the Olympics? Form, Execution, Dismount? You scribbled down orgasms placing tallies under the header. Rami two, Sami three. Was that a good thing? The sex with Rami had been so different though that you weren’t sure that it mattered. 

So focused on trying to scribble down other comparisons you almost missed the knock at your front door that was quickly followed by the ringing of the doorbell. Tossing the notepad and pen down on the table with a frustrated sigh, you got up to go answer the door. Paying for your pizza and leaving the pizza delivery kid a generous tip, you drop the box onto your coffee table next to the notepad, padding into the kitchen to grab your wine. No wine glass needed tonight, you had a lot on your mind and you needed to focus, so you just drank directly from the bottle. 

Grabbing a slice from the box and stuffing as much of the deliciousness that was the pizza into your mouth, you picked up your pen and began scribbling more notes onto the paper. Getting to the header of form. Rami’s form had been flawless at least in your eyes. The sex with him had been slow and gentle almost as if he’d been making love to you rather than the fuck that it was supposed to be. 

After finishing your first slice of pizza you frustratedly toss the notepad back on the table and reach for another slice. As soon as it was halfway to your mouth you heard a knock on the door followed by the incessant ringing of the doorbell. Glancing at the clock on the wall it was nearly eight pm and you weren’t expecting anyone. 

Swinging open the door in mild irritation giving way to amusement as Rami nearly tumbles to the floor. He manages to catch himself but ends up face planting directly into your cleavage. 

“YNNNN!” Rami shouts, dragging out the last half of your name. “And HELLO YN”s tits! Such pretty things, I wanna touch 'em again. They were so soft and squishy.”

“Rami? What are you doing here?” you ask with a brow raised. You really were curious as to how he’d ended up here. You didn’t see his car or any other car. 

“I just thought I’d come say hello. You know. You’re my best friend and also because I kind of wanted to kiss you again,” he half mumbles with his face still buried in your cleavage.

 Laughter bubbling out of you at his boldness. Rami when even partially was intoxicated could be quite bold and had no problem saying what was on his mind. You help him stand upright and pull him into the house slamming the door shut behind you; his laughter loud as he struggles to remove his shoes. As soon as he gets his shoes off he follows you deeper into the house.

“Rami what is going on?”

You gesture for him to have  a seat on the couch watching as he clumsily plops down next to you. His face is an alternating mixture of serious and forlorn. Rami doesn’t say anything for long enough that you were certain that he didn’t hear your question. Just as you are about to repeat the question he decides to respond.

“I don’t want you to forget about me. I know that it’s been several days but I don’t want my brother to win. I sometimes suspect that he’s better at everything than me. All I can do is act but my brother is better at everything else,” he rambles. 

“Ram- I couldn’t forget about you even if I wanted to. You can do so much more than you think you can. I think you’re an incredible person. How much have you had to drink tonight? I think you need to eat something.”

“I’ve had plenty enough to drink but that pizza looks sooo good. I want to eat it as badly, almost as I want to eat you. You tasted like what I imagine heaven does.”

From his position on the couch he looks so sad and small. He isn’t a big guy by any means but when he gets sad he tends to shrink into himself which gives him the appearance of being much smaller than he actually is. You almost cry when he looks up at you with tears shining in his beautifully expressive eyes, and you react the only way you know how in that moment. 

“Here, eat this,” you suggest as you hold the pizza up for him to take. He just smiles and leans forward not bothering to actually take the slice into his own large hands instead opting to just take a large bite of the end.

“Mmmmm so good. This is the best pizza ever.”

“Then take this slice, I’m going to go get you a bottle of water. Please don’t go anywhere,” you instruct as he finally grabs the pizza from your hand, taking another large bite.

Re-entering the living room from the kitchen less than a minute later, what you see nearly makes you faint. There was Rami casually munching on his pizza that he had gripped in one of his large hands, your notepad in the other. You clear your throat and he tosses the notepad back onto the coffee table looking a little sheepish.

“Snooping isn’t nice Rami.”

“He gave you three orgasms?”

“He did Rami. It doesn’t mean anything really I’m just trying to make comparisons that’s all. Wasn’t that the whole point of this experiment?”

His face changes from the sheepish one to the stoic Malek poker face that you hated. It was the ultimate unreadable expression and both twins wore it well. That face you always assumed was their attempt at neutrality and it drove you insane. Sometimes you call it the mask, and this is the same face he made the other day at brunch before he threw his little Rami temper tantrum. 

“Rami?” 

“Yes?”he responds, arching a brow at you just before he takes another bite of his pizza.  

“Why are you really here?”

He suddenly starts to choke on his food but somehow manages to recover quickly before swallowing the bite of food that he’d been chewing, his face switching from Malek poker face to amusement. 

“I’m  here because…. I want to be! Since when have we ever needed an excuse to hang out together? I’m going away tomorrow and I’m going to miss my best friend so maybe I just wanted some quality time before I have to leave.”

You don’t buy it. His behavior at brunch yesterday and the awkwardness today in conjunction with a few things he’d said are contributing to the Malek bullshit detector that is being set off in your brain. He must have read your facial expression because he just lets out an awkward laugh before nearly inhaling the rest of his food.

“Rami, I’m not complaining. I’m just curious if the timing for the visit has something to do with your brother and what happened today,” you casually mention as you reclaim your spot on the sofa next to him. Rami doesn’t say anything but silently retrieves the water bottle you were holding out to him. 

“YN why is your face all red? What is that?” he asks as he pokes at the mark that Sami had left at the base of your throat.

No response from you told Rami everything he needed to know.

“My brother did that, didn't he?”

There was no point in telling any lies. Rami would see right through it and would call you out on it immediately, so you nod your head silently to answer his question. You weren’t expecting what happened next and that was Rami letting out a growl, yes a growl, as his lithe body collided with yours knocking you back into the arm of the sofa.

“I need to give you a reminder, a refresher, about who can fuck you the best. I can’t hold this back anymore. Sami may have given you three orgasms today, but I can do it so much better. I refuse to lose to my brother. I want, no I need, to give you at least four. I’ll prove to you which Malek is the better lover,” he asserts, using a tone unlike one you’ve ever heard from him before. You knew yourself well enough to know that you wouldn’t deny him anything.

His eyes search yours for a few moments, giving you an opportunity to decline, when you brooked no denial everything seemed to happen very rapidly from there.  

His lips land on yours in an unexpected heated kiss that feels way to brief for your liking. Rami had a mouth that was made for kissing and you never wanted to stop. You whine in protest at the abrupt departure of his lips from yours but you reign in your displeasure the moment his hands fist in your hair and he roughly jerks your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. You gasp in shock when you feel his lips attach to the most sensitive bit of flesh on your neck, his teeth and lips working together to create the right amount of pressure needed to leave a mark. Once he was satisfied that a large enough mark would clearly be visible tomorrow he works his way upwards towards your hairline leaving a trail of smaller hickies in his wake. Rami giggles to himself, obviously proud of his handiwork as he works on leaving another trail of marks along your shoulder and collarbone. All the while he was muttering something to himself about how he refused to be outdone by his brother. 

He releases your hair from his grip, his mouth licking and sucking along every inch of exposed skin eliciting a shiver from you. You move only in an attempt to adjust your body so that you can position yourself in a way that is more open to him, not noticing when his fingers gently tug at the belt of your robe allowing the fabric to fall away from your skin. Rami’s mouth continues its downward explorative journey of your body leaving nothing but goosebumps along the way.

Your mouth opens in shock and your head lolls back on the armrest of the couch the moment his lips come in contact with one of your nipples both of them hardening under the gentle pressure of his tongue, his other hand gently kneading the flesh of your other breast. His thumb tweaking the nipple just as he lightly bit down on the nipple he had in his mouth.  Moaning out quietly at the wonderful sensations that his mouth were  evoking, swearing that you could cum just from his stimulation of your breasts. When he felt he’d paid enough attention to one breast he moved on to the other repeating the process. 

When he finally stopped lavishing all the attention on your breasts you were a panting, sweating mess. 

“God Rami. How the hell do you do this to me?”

He offers no verbal response to your question but instead spreads your legs wide and slips his fingers between your wet folds.

“I knew you’d be wet for me already.”

Rami slips his fingers through your damp folds and starts to work you, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches in amused satisfaction; content that he is making you fall apart like this. Your head thrown back onto the arm of the sofa, hips bucking on their against Rami’s hand while he coos nothing but praise for you.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. You’re so beautiful spread open like this for me. Let go, cum on my fingers baby.”

HIs gentle praise and the way his thumb was circling your clit as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you, you came undone way too quickly for your liking. A strangled moan leaves your lips as you clench around his fingers, while one of his hands holds you steady to prevent you from bucking yourself off the couch.

“One,”he half-shouts sounding something that could best be described as victorious. “I told you that I’m going to give you four, and that’s one.”

 Once your legs stop trembling you watch as he slithers his body down yours and his face aligns with your center. He spreads you open, and his tongue gets to work, stimulating your sensitive pink bundle with his tongue. Slow, languid flicks of his  tongue, just enough to tease but not stimulate in the one way that you want it to be. Whining in protest, bringing your hand down to his hair hoping to spur him on just a little.

He begins to hum against you while his tongue begins to work a little faster, moving in a way that has you nearing orgasm way too quickly. Why is sex with him like this?

Without warning your thighs clamp tightly shut against his head, your hips once again moving on their own as your thighs tremble and shake. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Raaaaami fuuuuuuuck” you scream out.

You can feel him smile against your core as his tongue continues to work you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped convulsing you feel his hand release the grip they had on your hips and he pulls himself up to his knees. 

“Two.”

You try to sit up but his hands shove you back down onto the couch.

“No,” he protests when you try to reach up to help  him with his pants. You want to get your hands or mouth on  his beautiful cock but apparently he has other plans. Watching as he strips himself down faster than you’d ever thought it was possible for anyone to do, he strokes himself languidly for a few seconds and then maneuvers himself between your open thighs. 

Rami wastes no time at all pulling your hips up and easing himself into you. The noise that escapes you makes him react with his own noises. His hips pounding into yours though his eyes never leave yours. He is a man on a pleasure mission and you know he won’t stop until he gets you exactly where he wants you.

“You feel so good baby. So good for me,” he coos.

Your body responding to him and his praise. 

“Do you like this?”

“Oh fuuuuckkkk Rami. Yesssss don’t stop,” you shout, feeling so close to orgasm already. His hands coming down to pull your  hips upwards,changing the angle, so that his cock hits every part of you that makes you feel good. Your body shivering at the sensations.

“I can feel you getting close baby. So good, so good for me, cum for me baby,” he encourages. His brow is furrowed and both of your bodies so overheated and coated in sweat. WIth his words of encouragement you feel that something inside of you snap and you cum hard screaming his name. You haven't completely recovered from your third orgasm with Rami yet but when your eyes snap open you are met with the sight of his eyes boring into yours with an intense concentration coupled with lust.

“Three.”

He moves his hips at a slower, less frantic pace which was surprising to you but he slides his hands up your body, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands slide into yours much as they had on Tuesday night. 

You could barely register anything as his mouth starts singing your praises

“Love everything about you. Love these hands,” he murmurs as he squeezed his fingers against yours where they were now intertwined above your head, “these beautiful lips of yours so soft and sweet,” he kisses you softly, “every inch of your body is divine, like you are a goddess sent from the heavens just for me,” he lowers his body so that it is now flush against yours, “just-everything, everything, everything.” (Thank you @diasimar)

Your breath catches in your throat at his words disbelieving that he would ever utter these words to you in any other circumstances. The only explanation is that he’s caught in a moment.

“You’re so beautiful, so beautiful,” he continues as he moves his hips against yours

Your breath catches in your throat at his words and you aren’t aware if he knows what he is saying. His hips never stopping, his eyes locked on yours until you can feel his body tense and you know his orgasm is getting close. 

“Baby cum for me,” he nearly pleads. Closing your eyes and giving into the pleasure coursing through your body. Your insides clench around him as you feel your body spasming in pleasure for the seventh time today, you cry out his name again and again until you feel him reach his release. Forcing your eyes open to watch him as he cums, his jaw tensing and his mouth in an ‘o’ shape, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Both of you struggle to catch your breath as he relaxes all of his weight on top of you, you release his hands and much as you had on Tuesday night you bring your hands up to his hair to run them through his damp curls. He just rests head on your shoulder and you let out a small laugh when he weakly mumbles out , “Four.”

The warm weight of him on top of you combined with your exertions from the day of sexual activities has your eyes closing and you aren’t sure exactly when you fell asleep. When you wake up in your bed in the morning you smile to yourself, rolling over and reaching out but you find the space on the mattress next to you empty. 

A part of you didn’t want to feel a bit sad or abandoned but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Why are you so emotional when it comes to Rami? You let the tears fall for a few minutes and then try to pull yourself together. You have to deliver your findings today to the boys but you needed to get up and prepare yourself for the day. Rolling over and swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you wince in pain, as you were incredibly sore from yesterday’s vigorous activities. That’s when you notice a folded piece of paper with your name on the outside in a very familiar scrawl. Confusion racking your brain when you open the notecard and realize that you don’t know what the actual note said:  ahbik. la 'astatie alaintizar liruyatak baed zuhr hdha alyawm. (Google translated so I apologize for any inaccuracies but it’s supposed to be translated to: I love you. I can’t wait to see you this afternoon.)

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Wrong Direction: Chapter 2 (K. Kapanen)

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“I just got off the phone with Max,” it's been two weeks since I've moved into Will’s place, my stuff still in boxes all over the apartment.

“Oh?’ William responds, tossing me a smoothie from the fridge as we get ready to go to practice. I still go to sleep in tears and wake up with puffy eyes, but Willy makes me feel like everythings going to be okay, if not today then someday soon. “How is he?”

“Good,” I tell him, scratching at the back of my neck, refusing to look up at him knowing what comes next. “He asked me to come stay with him. Well, he didn't ask. He's kinda forcing me.”

“Oh,” Will says. He turns around and faces me with a look on his face of a mix of betrayal and hurt, and it makes me want to burst into tears. “Um, well, are you gonna go?”

“I have to, babe. He's my brother, and he said that if I don't come by myself he'll pack my things for me the next time he comes to Toronto.” I feel bad, but I do miss Max.

Willy just frowns at me. “When are you leaving?”

“Uh, tomorrow. He said he'd buy me a plane ticket.”

“To Montreal?! I could drive you!”

“I know, its okay. He’s the one paying so I don't really care honestly. Don't we have to get going?’

“Yeah,” he giggles, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

On our way to the arena, I take deep breaths to try to calm my racing heart and shaking hands. Seeing Kasperi this often still hurts just as bad as seeing him in bed with that girl. But the whole situation has given me a lot of inspiration for a new song that i've been working on, bouncing ideas off of Will day and night.

He notices my agitation and reaches over to grab my hand. “After this, you won't ever have to see him or me ever again.”

“Hey, don't say that,” I pout. “I'll be back and i'll move back in with you, if you let me, in a couple months. I just need a break from Toronto. Everything I know is laced with memories of him. I can't even enjoy your games because he's there.”

Will nods without looking away from the road. “You're always welcome at my place. We’re all still really pissed at him, you know. Mitch hasn't spoken to him since that night, and you know how Mitch is. Auston doesn't even look at him, and Zach’s only talking to him because he feels bad that everyone is making every effort to ignore him but me. The whole fucking team loves you, Y/N. Oh, and Derms took a slapshot at his ankle the other night and he had to sit out for an entire period.”

My eyes are brimmed with tears and I have to look up at the ceiling of the car to keep them from spilling over. “Can you let the guys know i'm leaving? I'll obviously talk to them, but I don't want to be the one to break the news to them.”

Will nods. “Of course.” he smiles at me then and looks away from the road for a split second to wipe away a tear.

•••

I sit in the third row to watch the boys’ practice and try to continue writing, but the yelling and pucks hitting the boards constantly is distracting, so eventually I give up and watch them skate. During a water break, I catch myself watching Kasperi. All he does is take a few deep breaths, but watching him like this, as if nothing ever happened, makes my heart shatter. Before I can look away, he looks up at me and I watch his entire face fall. He stares at me and I stare back. He studies me, as if to memorize me. I can't look away, and he refuses to skate away. He continues forward, until he's at the boards and we’re a few feet away from each other. Neither of us can pretend we weren't looking at each other. He stops, and so does my heart. And we just watch each other. Just stare. My heart is breaking with every moment that passes, and my stomach hurts, because he was my everything.

A whistle blows. Kasperi whips his head around. The sounds of the rink come back into my ears, and we’re both taken out of the world where we were the only two people who existed. He skates away, glancing back at me once before never looking back at me again.

•••

“Y/N,” Willy says as soon as I answer his facetime call. I've been in Montreal with Max for about two months and I released my song about a week ago. Wills is driving back from practice, which is when he gives me a rundown on how “incredible” he was and how he's gonna kick ass at the next game. But today he looks anything but confident, his forehead a mass of worry lines and his mouth turned down into a frown.

“Y/N, your song is saved on my playlist, and I got the aux this morning. After practice, it came on. Most of us were singing, and I glanced at Kap, and he was just sitting there in his stall. He wasn't moving. Just staring straight ahead.”

I sit up. “Woah, slow down. I thought Kasperi and I were finished.” When I moved away, after the day at the rink, Will told me that Kasperi stopped seeming to care. He was out with a different girl every two days, bringing random girls home every day of the weekend. It still hurts, but it hurt more to realize that our entire relationship meant nothing to him. But if Will is telling the truth, which I don't doubt he is, it makes everything a whole lot more confusing.

“I thought so too, but listen. I think that it was your voice at first, Y/N. He hasn't heard your voice in months. And then he heard the rest of the song, he listened without moving, and as soon as it ended he got up, in just his slides and shorts, and fucking left the room.”

I'm silent, letting Will talk. “The rest of us didn't know what to do, so I tried to follow him. I found him in the weights room, and he was in tears.” Will flicks on the turn signal and turns onto his street, then glances at his phone to see if he should continue the story. I nod at him, holding my breath to keep from breaking down at the thought of Kasperi.

“I went to him and sat with him, and he just cried. I haven't seen him cry since he thought I was getting promoted to the bigs and he wasn't. But he was sobbing. So I sat with him, and eventually he calmed down enough to choke out that he misses you. He told me the girls were a front, and that he hasn't been able to sleep ever since that night. And, Y/N, I dont think he's lying. His eyes always have huge bags under them and he's so shaky. So I asked him why he did it, but he didn't have an answer. He said he missed you and he felt like you didn't love him anymore because you were always out doing stuff for your album, but I told him that was bullshit and he said he knew it. He told me he can't breathe without, and that he hates that he hurt you. So I told him to talk to you, and he said he'd try to text you later today.”

“Damn,” I respond, not sure how to feel. “I want to love him again, but I don't know if I can trust him.”

“You don't have to. He knows he hurt you, and that he has to work to get you back, but I am asking you to please just try to talk to him, because fuck, Y/N, if there’s a such thing as soulmates, it’s you guys. You're both in so much pain. Take your time, keep your walls up, but just talk to him.”

“Okay. Okay, fine.”

“Thank you, beautiful best friend. I'm home now, so I'll call you back in a couple hours?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. See ya.”

He ends the call and I'm left in silence. Then my phone dings with a text notification in my hand, and my heart picks up speed. I know exactly who it is, and I don't want to look at it, not right away, so I throw it across the couch with a pillow on top of it.

I put my head in my hands and try to slow my speeding heart by taking a few deep breaths. “Fuck!” I yell, then silently thank Max for going out a few hours ago. I wipe my face with my hands and sit straight up.

I stare at the pillow my phone is sitting under, knowing without ever checking that there is a text from Kasperi Kapanen waiting for me. My phone dings again and my heart jumps. I stand up and rip my phone from under the pillow.

‘wrong direction huh’

‘i miss u’

I cover my mouth with my hand and my eyes brim with tears. I sit back slowly onto the couch and read over the messages two, three, four more times before unlocking my phone and tapping on the text bar.

‘Dang, how'd u know it was abt u?’

I smile slightly as I type out the message and hold my breath when I hit send. I don't have to wait even a second before the three bubbles come up on the screen.

‘no idea’

‘ig im just tht good’

I laugh and type out another response.

‘Imyt. How r u?’

I bite my lip when the text bubbles come up, and a few seconds later his response comes.

‘could be better tbh. can’t sleep @ the apt nymore so i spend the nites b4 games @ 1 of the guys places’

My breath catches at the words. Then another message pops up.

‘im so sry 4 everything’

I bite my lip and close my eyes, taking a breath.

‘Thx. I havent stopped thinking abt u’

‘me neither’

I take another deep breath. Kasperi was my favourite person, my person, for so long. It's scary how easily we can fall back into simple, comfortable conversation, as if nothing ever happened. So I decide to be straight up and honest with him, and if he really does still care about me, he’ll understand.

‘U broke me, Kasperi. I never thought tht u would hurt me, and u literally broke me. I miss u more than nything and it hurts so bad to b without u, but seeing u in bed with another girl, tht broke me. It felt like our whole relationship was built on lies, and tht u never actually cared abt me. So yeah, i cant stop thinking abt u, and i want to b able to love you again, but u broke my trust and idk if ill ever trust u like i did before.’

I hit send and feel like I'm going to be sick. Everything I type I’ve told Will and all the other guys, but after the day I left the apartment, I never spoke to Kasperi about anything. The three bubbles come up on the screen and I hold my breath, then they disappear. They come up and disappear a couple more times, until a message finally pops up on the screen.

‘i wish i could take back everything i ever did 2 hurt u, but ik its not tht ez. i rly do want 2 fix this, tho. would u b down to ft l8r?’

I can't breathe, but I manage to type out a response without screaming.

‘Sure. Just text me when ur ready’

I take a deep breath and click my phone off. I'm about to get up when my phone dings again. I glance at the message and it makes my chest feel like it's going to explode.

‘ok i will <3’

I smile down at the screen and go to plug in my phone so it's charged when Kasperi wants to call. I really don't know if I'll ever be able to trust him again, but the least I can do is give him a chance to apologize. He's already broken me so badly, even if he lets me down again nothing will compare to the amount of hurt I’ve already felt.

[winchester-with-wings]

What We Can Control

Dean Winchester x Reader / Patron Benefit Fanfic!

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Summary/Request: we’re always needing come anxiety comfort fics so here's a smutty comfort fic that takes place during early season 15.

Word Count: 1900ish

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With the barrier weakening every day, Sam and Dean had called in reinforcements. More and more hunters arrived everyday but there was still the concern that it wouldn’t be enough.

Sam knew most of the hunters better than Dean since turning the bunker into a headquarters.

But there was one person that he knew all too well. He wasn’t counting on her showing up though. Y/N was busy in South America. The chances of her making the trip to a small town in Kansas were 1 in a million.

But clearly Dean wasn’t as good a gambler as he thought.

The car was unfamiliar but the combat boots, and sleek, sun-kissed legs stepping out of the muscle car were.

Sam greeted Y/N first, with a hug that engulfed her in plaid. She didn’t rush into Dean’s arms. It was more tentative as they looked each other up and down. Dean figured it’d be weirder if he didn’t give her a hug after Sam’s greeting so he extended an arm for a sideways/half-hug.

Damn, she still smells good, Dean thinks to himself. For someone who likely just traveled 10+ hours, the scent of coffee and saltwater lingered in her hair.

“Good to see you. I thought you were out of the country?” he said.

“Well this is the ultimate case. All hands on deck, right Dean-o? Sam figured you could use the help and you know I can’t say no to Sam.” Dean shot a glare at Sam who knew to avoid his gaze. Dean cleared his throat, his voice getting gruffer.

“Well yeah then it’s a good thing you’re here,” Dean agreed.

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It’s not that he was avoiding Y/N. It’s just that there’s a lot of ground to cover and a lot of hunters to coordinate. No, it had nothing to do with the sexual tension he’s fed into for years.

Y/N was one of the best hunters he’s ever known and getting involved with her would only prevent the both of them from doing their job. At least that’s what he told himself.

Some of the hunters shacked up at the school with the civilians. Some of them chose to crash in the houses that were just outside of the barrier. Sam and Dean did both every now and then. All hunters were given instructions to keep the homes in good condition if possible. It shouldn’t look like a soldier occupation...even if that’s kinda what it was.

Sam invited Y/N to stay in the house with the two of them as a chance to catch up. Dean stayed quiet as Sam told her the whole story. The story of God, the big bad puppet master. Just like every other hunter, she was shocked.

Dean could read the paranoia, depression, and anxiety creep into her features. Her eyebrows knitting together; her perfect lips pursed hard to stop them from trembling. He knows she’s tough. She’ll pull through and get the job done.

But Y/N was not without her own demons. Sam and Dean remember that the first few nights when they both wake up to her shouts. Sam checks on her each time. The nightmares have returned, agitated by the presence of so many angry spirits. Sam’s always comforted Y/N instead of him. She won’t let herself show vulnerability around Dean. It’s one of the few ways Dean can tell that she could sense the tension between the two of them too.

But on another night, Sam stayed up at the high school with the townsfolk and it’s the two of them alone in the house.

She doesn’t shout. She’s not loud enough to wake herself but the whimpers were enough for Dean. He climbed out of bed, and padded with bare feet down the hall. He opened the door just a crack to see Y/N tossing and turning.

“No. No, please, no,” she begged in a whisper. Tears glisten on her cheeks; that’s when he decided to enter the room. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside her. He tried to wake her with a gentle touch on her arm. It wasn’t enough so he reached out to touch her cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Y/N,” he murmured. “Y/N, sweetheart, wake up,” he said, his voice getting louder. She jolted up in bed and rushed into his embrace.

“Noononono. This can’t be it,” Y/N cried. “This can’t be the end.” Dean shushed her, rubbing her back.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” he said as he kissed her hair. Surely that was okay at least, right? That’s when she must’ve just realized it was Dean she was clinging to and not Sam. Y/N leaned back to look into his eyes.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, hey, Y/N, it’s going to be okay.” She buried her face in his chest and continue to cry.

“But what if it’s not. What if this is the end? How could it? There’s so many innocent people who don’t deserve this. We don’t deserve this.” Dean bites his tongue, withholding his own self-deprecating thought that the Winchester brothers deserve nothing but tragedy.

“I know, I know. You’re right, Y/N. Just take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay.”

She followed his orders, releasing a shuttering breath.

“How do you know?” She looked at him and he felt like she could see his soul.

“Because it has to be.” He licked his lips, trying to soothe his dry mouth.  He set Y/N at an arm’s length so that they can look at each other. “I refuse to believe that everything we’ve ever done was just Chuck’s plan. We are in control of our own destiny. I’m in control. We’re going to get through this. You are in control. You control what happens next and how you fight this fight.”

There’s a brief pause and it didn’t sink in right away what Dean had just set himself up for but he’s glad he did.

Y/N leaned in tentatively, resting a hand along his cheek. Her soft lips brush against his and he could taste her tears. It’s not like what he’d ever imagined if he’d ever had the balls to kiss Y/N. It breaks his heart. Not that she doesn’t taste the way he expected, no, his heart is broken knowing that she felt this way, felt so alone and discouraged that in this last desperate moment of free will she had chosen to kiss him.

Although his lips were naturally pursed, when Y/N didn’t sense a response from him, she pulled back--first from the kiss and then from his arms.

“I--I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just...I mean...when will I ever get the chance again?”

Dean didn’t know how to respond. He’d never been dumbstruck by a kiss before but it figured that it would be Y/N’s.

“Right,” Dean cleared his throat again. “It’s perfectly natural. Apocalypse. Last night on earth kind of thing. I’m sure lots of hunters are hooking up.” Y/N frowned at him and his response. “I mean, I guess I could oblige.” It’s not how he wanted it to happen, but like she said when will the chance come up again? He leaned in but she held him at bay.

“Dammit, Dean. No. It’s not like that! I’m not just choosing some random guy to screw for one last thrill.”

“Oh,” Dean paused, waiting for her to explain.

“Chuck thinks he can control everything. Everyone. But he can’t. We have free will. He wants us to be scared and panicking but I have the free will and choice to do what I want, right here, in this very moment.”

“And what do you want?”

“You. Dean. I’ve always wanted you. And I know you want me too. So why not give into it? Why not give in to a different emotion? Like…” she hesitated to finish the sentence, her hands framed Dean’s face and brought his lips close.

“Love. Like love,” he finishes the thought and follows through, his lips crashing into hers. His arms coiled around Y/N’s waist, holding her body against his. But only moments later, they separated. They held each other’s gaze as Dean stripped her of her shirt and then sat back so she could do the same for him. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re gorgeous. Dammit,” he growled as he pounced.

They had all the time in the world to kiss--slow and passionate until their lips were swollen. But when Y/N’s hand cupped Dean’s ass, pressing his hips into hers, the game changed. There was no time for Dean to shirk off his flannel pajama pants. The two of them just shoved them down past his ass, while pulling her panties to the side.

He slid into her warmth with the perfect kind of resistance.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

“Mmm, yes Dean, please,” Y/N moaned. He rolled his hips, thrusting in and out. He didn’t know how long he’d last, all he knew was that he finally had Y/N and he wouldn’t let her go. Her hands roamed the expanse of his backs, fingertips digging in. His hands caressed her skin, gliding across her breast and down her waist until he could grab hold of her thigh, hitching her legs up higher on his waist. They both moaned at the change in position before he took her hands and pinned them above her head. He was thrusting deep and hard, he wouldn’t last much longer. But this wouldn’t be the first or last time. He would make love to Y/N all night if it meant consoling her; if it really was their last day on earth. He’d wasted too much time resisting her and a part of him wondering if that was some cruel kind of torture orchestrated by Chuck. Fuck. him.

Dean belonged to Y/N, body and soul and he wouldn’t let anyone keep them apart. He was in control of his story and his story intertwined with Y/N.

Much like the way their bodies had joined now, in this moment. He slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit until she cried out. There was no one else in the neighborhood, much less this house. Dean would have her, would elicit every sound from her before they were done.

He reached his climax with Y/N. He spilled his seed inside her and for a split second, he fantasized about that seed taking hold. If he kept his resolve and believed that they would survive this trial of Chuck’s then it was a promise of a wonderful future. But then again, would Chuck let that happen? Was Dean really in control of his fate?

He had to believe he could. He had to rely on his faith in Sam and in Y/N and all the other hunters. They would get through this and he would be together with Y/N.

They made love at least two more times that night until they were both too sensitive to go on. He didn’t want to stop but she drew the line, claiming exhaustion. They fell asleep together, naked and embracing.

Y/N slept peacefully that night wrapped securely in the arms of the man she loved, who loved her in return.

The next day, she was ready to take on Hell with Dean Winchester by her side.

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

So, I just read it on Twitter and had to share it with you. “Climate change has fucked up seasons, does this mean Hades and Persephone’s deal has changed? Is she getting her cheeks smashed for longer now? Is Hades okay with random dick appointments rescheduling? Is Demeter going crazy? Is she going stupid?”

“Your mom must be going fucking nuts, huh?”

It’s 3:32 AM in the morning, the halls of the palace are fast asleep, and the only sound is the soft, muffled crackling of the eternal fires the burn just outside the large, arched window of their bedroom.

For millennia, Hades never really payed much mind to what humans were doing to the world. The wars, the bloodshed, the atrocities— it was always a part of mankind, for as long as he could remember. He’s aware that his mindset is probably do to the fact that he grew up during a time when all of these aspects were very common, so he was numb to them, to an extent.

But in all of his years of life, Harry had never witnessed humans actually be able to push the boundaries of their powers to the point where it was impacting the actual planet. 

Bombs are the obvious factor, as well as mass deforestation, oil wells, mines, and so much more. However, amidst all of these impacts humans lay upon the world, none of them had ever had a direct influence on Harry’s life. He’s sequestered so far down in the depths of the earth that humans can’t possibly reach him here without kicking it first.

That was until global warming became an issue.

Well, an issue for those who live above ground. For him, it was actually working out quite to his advantage.

He’s knows it’s a horrible thing to say but he’s already in Hell so he doesn’t really have much to lose. Actually, he has so much more to gain.

Since global warming is a direct line to climate change, all of the seasons have been thrown out of their natural order. Fall and Winter used to be strictly six months, which is when Persephone would be down in the Underworld with him. As soon as the first of the seventh month hit, it was time for her to go back to Olympus with her mother for their given time of Spring and Summer.

The end of the six month period was usually when the weather would start to warm up on the surface, resulting in Persephone having to go and take the reigns of her godly duty with Demeter. But increasing climate change has been tinkering with the technicalities for the last few years and most of the time, it’s in Hades’ favor.

It’s been two weeks into the seventh month, and with temperatures still near freezing in some areas of the world, Y/N has managed to use this as an excuse to extend her stay with Harry. And since the weather is too risky for crops to start growing, Demeter’s hands are tied in her own grape veins, much to Hades’ glee.

This brings them to where they are now, snuggling cozily under the charcoal black duvet of their humongous bed, legs intertwined as his wife cradles her head against his bare chest, the tips of his fingers tracing both of his names down the expanse of her spine.

The last two weeks had been a hell of a ride, literally and metaphorically.

It reminds Harry of how when they had first gotten married, they had been going at it like rabbits for the weeks that followed, as if the world could end any minute.

But now, it was The Weather Channel that could potentially throw a gear in their little extravaganza. They had been safe thus far into the month, so every day was a triumph, and triumphs obviously have to be celebrated.

The amount of fucking got so embarrassingly frequent, in some embarrassingly unequip places, to the point where one of the cleaning servants had walked in on them in a storage closet when Harry was supposedly at an emergency meeting on Olympus.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been more mortified then when the servant handed him a freshly cleaned towel and said, “Here, you’ll need this for when you’re finished.” before closing the door behind her.

Harry looks down at Y/N, not being able to keep a gentle smile from tickling his lips as she presses her ear over his heart, comforted by the mellow thumping that had been harsh and fast-paced a few minutes prior. He ducks down and presses a caring kiss between her sweaty brows, her skin still hot and clammy from the exertion he’d just put her through.

His voice comes out as a raspy laugh and she can feel the edges of his mouth drawing up into a sly simper against her forehead.

“She must fucking hate me right now more than ever, too.”

Y/N pinches at his tummy in a cautionary manner, but she can’t fight the amused scuff that escapes her. “It’s not like you’re responsible for the weather, though.”

Hades shrugs one shoulder, his dark emerald eyes glistening in the buttery light of the fires below that stream in through the glass window. His tone is cocky and self-indulgent.

“But I am responsible for this.” He streams his fingertips down the dip of her back and onto her ass, moving the sheets down a tad to reveal a darkened outline of his handprint. “And that’s enough to cause her to plunge the world into another Ice Age.”

Persephone fully laughs now, her eyes squeezing shut as her whole face lights up like the Northern Lights and Harry can’t resist scattering a dozen kisses all over her cheeks and nose. She just looks so fucking cute when she smiles like that.

Hades cups the side of her jaw with his fingers, thumbing over the faint dimple on her chin as he rubs his nose over the tip of her’s. Even though his plump, wine-tinted lips carry a tender, sleepy grin, she can hear the sadness weighing his words. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Persephone sighs deeply, reaching up to push her husband’s damp, chestnut curls away from his forehead, combing them back from his softening eyes as he swallows heavily, thick eyebrows furrowing as he tries to keep his emotions from registering on his face. “I don’t want to either, but I have to eventually.”

Harry nods his head emptily, the tip of his cold nose running up and down the suppleness of her cheek. “I just don’t want this to end.”

Y/N snorts lightly, trying to lift the mood of the conversation. “Yeah, I get that. Then you won’t have anyone to ride you in the bathing pool.”

She thanks the gods that it works, heart fluttering in her chest as Harry breaks out into a fit of that high-pitched laughter he does when he can’t control himself. His entire face changes for a moment, his nose crinkling upwards as the corners of his eyes wrinkle in delight.

“Am I wrong?!” She teases, poking him in the stomach and sides until his hands are fumbling for her own, his giggling intensifying when she buries her head into his neck and starts blowing raspberries against his skin.

“Okay, okay!” Harry can barely breathe, his ribs aching but in the best way and he can’t seem to stop beaming. “You’re kinda right.”

Y/N halts her attack, mouth dropping open in fake appalled shock, eyebrows flying upwards outrage. “Are you serious?!”

She tries to yank her wrists free from her husband’s large hands, but his fingers only tighten to keep her from going at him again. Persephone lays there writhing from side to side, yelling out all types of vulgar language that is gradually dissolving into bundles of banter and giggles as Harry makes kissy-faces, warning her to calm down before he “gives her a taste of her own ambrosia.”

Y/N, in the spur of the moment, mounts herself on top of Harry in a whirlwind of messy sheets, straddling his hips with her thighs and trying to tug herself free that way, but his hold is beyond godly. She releases an exasperated groan, slamming their conjoined hands down against his stomach, satisfied at the pained grunt he chokes out. “You deserve it, you prick.”

They are both still grinning from ear to ear, Y/N’s hair a tangled mess of flyaways as she slumps down in defeat against Hades’ lap, pouting and fuming jokingly.

When Harry sees his wife has come down from her bloodthirsty rampage, he slowly unclamps his fingers from her wrists, shrugging his eyebrows warningly. “I’ll pin you, babe. Behave.”

Persephone raises her own eyebrows challengingly. “Oh, yeah?”

Before Hades can react, she has his wrists crossed above his head, pressed into the mound of elegant feathered pillows below him. “How’s that, then? Turned the tables.”

Harry cocks his head to the side with an arrogant air as his bare, tattooed chest heaves alluringly. He runs his bottom lip under his top teeth as the corners turn up into a presumptuously attractive smirk, voice holding faux surrender. “You’re absolutely right, darling. I completely, totally lost. I have you sitting in my lap, naked, with a perfect view of your tits, which is the most dreadful defeat I can possibly imagine.You won.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow. It’s all a game— just for shits and giggles— but the way he’s eyeing her with that amused, conceited smirk makes her want to slap him across the face.

“You’re an asshole.” She huffs, nails digging into his wrists.

A holographic green glint flashes across the whites of Harry’s eyes, irises glowing with a watery jade hue as he mopes at her tauntingly. “Oh, but I thought I was a ‘prick?’”

Now he’s really asking for it. Practically begging for her to do something to make him take it all back. As if reading her mind, Hades flicks up a single eyebrow, and she can read his expression clear as crystal.

What are you gonna do about it?

Y/N can feel her nostrils flaring ever so slightly at the dare, and what drives it forward it that even though she is the one who is supposed to have Harry pinned down at her disposable, it looks more like he has his hands crossed behind his head, waiting for her to bend to his will.

It’s infuriatingly hot.

Something glints out of the corner of Persephone’s eye, her gaze rising until it lands on Hades’ wedding ring as it hugs his finger, the giant emerald jewel glittering in the muted amber lighting. He follows her locked stare, jaw flexing as he tilts his head back against the mattress, trying to find the target of her distraction.

His ring.

He very seldom takes it off, to the point where he has a tan line around the area. It’s his most prized possession, accompanied by his crown, his emblem, and Cerberus.

Y/N quickly wraps her fingers around it, pulling it off swiftly and holding it up above his head, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. “Good luck getting it back.”

Her plan backfires almost immediately.

She tries to swing herself off her husband to get the prize as far away from him as possible, but she had forgotten that their bodies had been tangled together in the sheets. Instead of making a speedy escape, she topples off his sideways, landing face-first into the fluffy duvet.

Harry’s muddled snickering mocks her.

The next thing she knows, Persephone is being scooped up in a pair of strong, lean arms, her back hitting the pillowy mattress and bouncing lightly. Harry’s body collapses over her’s, his hips snug between her thighs as his palms press down against the bed on either side of her head.

He moves strands of her hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ears as his face hovers over her, grin plastered all over it. “That was cute, pet. Ten-out-of-ten for effort. Execution? I’ll give you a two-out-of-ten, only because I love you so much.”

Harry shifts into his forearms, holding his left hand up and wiggling his ring finger. “Now give it back.”

“No.”

He rolls his eyes in mild irritation. “Give it back before you drop it behind the bed, you dolt.”

Y/N rattles her head in defiance, fist tightening around the obsidian ring as it remains pressed against her husband’s chest.

Harry gives her a ominous look, tilting his head to the side with a cautionary tone. “Give me my ring back before I give the other side of your bum a matching handprint.”

Instead of just giving in and returning the jewelry, Y/N decides to take the more complicated (and irrationally ridiculous) route. She pops it into her mouth.

Harry is so surprised he doesn’t blink for a few seconds. Then, he breaks out into awed laughter.

“You’re such a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? S’fucking impressive.” He shakes his head in disbelief, ghosting his index finger along her Cupid’s Bow, licking at the corner of his mouth coyly when he feels her lips twitching beneath his touch. “Now be a good girl and spit it out.”

Her words are muffled over the object. “Make me.”

A dark aura falls over Hades’ face, his hand coasting down from playing with her lips to wrapping delicately around her throat in foreshadowing. His voice is low and assertive. “You know I fucking will.”

“That’s what I’m betting on.”

Harry’s mouth curls into an evilly delighted simper. “Alright. You asked for it.”

Hades grabs one of Persephone’s knees, spreading her legs open roughly and using his own knees to keep her parted wide open. The ring finger of the hand around her throat presses against the center of her lips, the other hand wandering down and cupping her bare crotch without any warning. The two middle fingers of his right hand press deeper against her slick folds until he can feel the bud of her clit, and that’s when he starts wiggling the digits back and forth.

It starts off softly, but is quickly molding into a faster, messier, more eager pace. He usually eases her into sex because he knows how sensitive she can be down there to the point where she’ll cum without much work, but since they’re pitted against each other rather than together, dirty war strategies are expected.

Y/N’s legs act on instinct, trying to clasp shut as she feels her entire body coursing with electric shocks of sudden euphoria. However, the knees he has against her’s keeps her open, allowing him to do whatever he deems fit.

Persephone’s hands desperately grab at her husband’s, trying to get him to stop; she’d clearly overestimated her confidence level. She’d assumed he would just bury himself inside her, a strategy she knows how to fight with the right amount of willpower. But her clit is way more sensitive than anything else on her body and he’d gone in without remorse.

“T-That’s not fair! H-Harry, you can’t just— fuck, oh my God!” Her back arches up from the bed, thighs quivering as she feels deep pulses of pleasure pounding at the pit of her stomach.

Harry’s lips are flushed against her throat, placing hot, sloppy pecks across her juglar as he feels her getting wetter and wetter over his fingers. “I fucking warned you, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you cum like this, without me inside you. It’s what you deserve for being such a brat.”

“P-Please—!”

“Ring.” He growls demandingly, his second middle finger pressing harder against the center of her colored lips, the rest of his digits gripping her jaw firmly. “Now.”

It’s as if Y/N’s brain is no longer in control of her actions, her body acting on sheer adrenaline. Her mouth drops open on command, and she can feel Harry’s triumphant grin stinging across her jaw.

“That’s what I thought.”

The digit dips in and the ring slips past a third of it before Harry pulls it out. He makes eye contact with his wife, ducking down to whisper his next words across the shell of her ear.

“You’re gonna be the one to put the ring back on me.”

With everything that is happening, Persephone has no time to unravel the riddle behind Hades’ words. One of her trembling hands reaches up for his hand, trying to obey him in her drunken state of shock.

But he stops her with a light shake of his head, wet curls bouncing. “Not like that, baby.”

Harry then shifts his body over smoothly, the hand that was between her thighs slamming down beside her head to hold himself up as the hand with the ring takes its place.

In one quick, expert move, he plunges his two middle fingers inside Y/N, and the experience is almost out-of-body.

She can feel the abrupt chill of the metal ring making contact with the skin around her entrance, and then he’s slipping his digits further inside her, the ring pushing against her tight hole and running down his finger until it is snug in its rightful place. Until Harry is knuckles deep and she feels like she’s going to pass out as her senses go into overdrive.

Y/N is bucking and writhing against Hades’ hand, whimpering and whining and pleading with him to stop toying with her. To just fuck her already.

“Oh, I will, love. I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers first. Play with that spot inside you that I know drives you fucking wild. And then, I’m gonna proper raw you until you can’t even stand.”

Harry’s fingers slip out completely, only to pound back inside her harder this time, her whole body jolting upwards against the bed sheets as her throat aches with a broken yelp.

“I’m gonna make you apologize for calling me a prick—” his fingers draw out and slam back in and she’s so wet he can fucking hear it— “and an asshole—’ the same motion again, but this time she feels his teeth staining her neck and jaw with bruises— “and I’m gonna make you scream so loud, they’ll hear you all the way up in Olympus.”

And with the way he rams his digits back inside her, she knows he’ll make good on that promise.

[our-jensen-ackles-love]

Wicked Games; 5

Jensen x Reader

Summary:  He was poison.  She was the whiskey.  They were wrong.  But then again they were so right. 

Word Count: 2.9k 

Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, smut-free in this one, angst

Author’s Note: this is completely un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine - while I feel like this kind of a shit chapter, I kind of needed to get it out. Also, some things are going to be inaccurate as far as J’s marriage and that is the point. 

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Four

You stood wrapped in Jensen’s arms longer than a pair of strangers should.

He didn’t say much, just casually stroked your hair in the kind of comforting way that old friends do while mumbling that you were okay. That you were safe and that you were not a horrible person. If only you could actually believe him and not have your mind reminding you that this man was a customer; he paid to see you bare your all at night.

You knew that you were an escape for Jensen.

So why were you so surprised that after blowing off the rest of the meeting and encouraging him to stay that he would be showing up at your other-other job?

“Daisy,” he whispered, standing when you stepped into the back room where Warrick had said there was a customer, who asked for you by name.

His voice halted you in your tracks. Exhaling a breath, you crossed your arms while staring down the man in front of you - still wearing the same suit from earlier. “Jensen, what are you doing here?”

He was still standing, taking a step towards you before pausing at your question. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“So, you came to the strip club?” You asked with a frustrated sigh.

You didn’t know what he was thinking. You barely even knew why you were so upset with him being there. He was still paying, quite a bit might you add, to just be standing in that overly dim room where nothing but a thin curtain was keeping the two of you from the rest of the world. Was it because he now knew your deep dark secret?

The dark blue jacket of his suit moved up as he shrugged in your general direction with downward cast eyes. “I thought it would be weirder if I showed up at your other job asking more questions.”

“What kind of questions would you be asking?”

Despite the fact that you were confused and surprised to see him in front of you, you couldn’t help the smirk threatening to tug at your lips. His hand scratched the back of his neck while he blew out some hot air, eyes hovering over where you had just walked in from what you could only imagine was his only way out of this semi-uncomfortable situation. “I wanted to see if you wanted to grab a drink.”

“A drink?” You asked with eyebrows raised as Cindy strutted through, handing Jensen his usual choice of poison. “You mean we can’t get that anywhere else?”

You could read the utter embarrassment that crept up on his face. Those emerald colored eyes of his closed briefly and this time you couldn’t help, but let out a giggle. “Yeah, alright, that was stupid.”

“Besides, I can’t drink on the job anyway.”

It was his turn to give you a sideways glance, you knew that it was not uncommon for patrons to buy their girls shots or the occasional mixed drink. The rule of thumb was if it was getting close to the end of your shift or even closing time, you were free to help yourself. Sometimes going home with a guest meant more money in your pocket, but it was flirting dangerously close to being illegal.

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, looking you up and down. “Is that a professional choice or a personal one?”

Earlier in the day, his lingering gaze made you uncomfortable, it made you feel exposed. But here - here you were in your element. You were used to the ogles, the gropes, even the catcalls. It made you feel like you were something to be sought after, even if the feeling was fleeting.

“More of a personal one,” you shrugged, stealing a glance in the direction that you knew Warrick would be watching from the security cameras. Guests always thought the back room were “private,” but the truth was that the boss man needed to protect his investments. “I like to make sure I am in control of my actions.”

“Hm,” he hummed, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him on the overly cushioned couch. “So the other night when you were drinking from my cup?”

You scanned the spot that he was rubbing absently, deciding to stay where you were while you answered. “It was the end of my shift. A couple sips weren’t going to get me drunk.”

That hum that followed seemed to be satisfied with your response. “And that kiss?”

A part of you was surprised that he would even bring that up, but you knew it was only a matter of time before it circled back around. Warrick had already given you shit that night saying that unless you had plans to follow that man home for the night, you had no business making out with him on the floor.  

“That was,” you paused, not really knowing what it was, “well, I guess we can just say that I was acting on impulse.”

“I liked that impulse.”

“Jensen,” you started, moving just a step closer towards him when there was a sharp rap on the wall just outside the door. It was the warning from the bouncer that Warrick was suggesting you get your ass moving or he would do it for you. “I - you, you don’t need to feel bad for me.”

He sat up again, placing his glass down on the small clear table to his right. “Is that why you think I’m here?”

Hearing a new song begin, you started to sway your hips ever so slightly, using the movement as an excuse to turn away from the green-eyed man in front of you. Your mind couldn’t take the intenseness that they were throwing at you as you answered. “Isn’t it?”

The number one rule of all paying customers who came into the establishment was that they could look, but they couldn’t touch. You had seen daring men be banned from the place because they continuously tested that boundary.

Jensen just broke the cardinal rule when he reached forward and tugged on your wrist. It halted your moments when he tugged a little harder, forcing you to turn and face him. “I’m not here because I feel bad or even sorry for you.”

“Then what? Am I going to be the next charity case that you work on?”

“Dammit Y/N,” he hissed quietly before standing up, the grip on your wrist tightening enough to make you wince. “Why do you keep thinking I have some ulterior motive with every little thing I do?”

You yanked your hand out of his grasp and took a step back, ignoring the two sharp raps that followed behind you. Warrick could shove it right now. “Because I know guys like you Jensen. You have all this money, a wife you don’t love anymore but seem to still go home to every night. You think because you know my real name and just part of my backstory that you can fix me. That you can be the one to make my life better.”

His eyes darkened as he took a step towards you. “You think I want to fix you?”

“Jensen enough of this cat and mouse. Just tell me what the fuck you want from me or get the hell out of here.”

“I think the answer is pretty fucking obvious.”

You huffed, glaring at him. “You’ll have to enlighten my small minded brain then.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” he seethed, something brewing heavily behind his words. “I want you, Y/N.”

You laughed. Like actual stomach clenching bent over laughter to the point that you could feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

“You don’t believe me?”

Swiping at the moisture that was messing with the glitter that laced your eyelids, you gave him a cheeky grin. “I don’t really have a reason to believe you.”

One second you were bent over laughing hysterically, the next you were eye to eye with the green monster in front of you with his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to stand tall against him. “I want you, Y/N.”

“You want an idea of me,” you countered, staring back at him.

His eyes glossed over your face for a moment before he released you from his grip and took a step back. “I’ve never loved my wife.”

“Excuse me?”

He stayed standing, turning just enough to be able to grab his glass and down it in two gulps. It made your throat burn just watching him. “We got married way too young, fresh out of high school. We got married because she was pregnant.”

You didn’t really know what to say. You were used to random men telling you their life stories, their reasons to justify why they were getting lap dances from barely dressed women and getting drunk off their asses. Some were innocent like bachelor parties or military gents on leave trying to test their luck of getting an attractive woman back to their hotel. Others were skin crawling skeeves who liked to spend all their free time at the strip, like Paul who was there from the time the joint opened until it closed.

So, like all the other times, you waited for him to continue.

“It was more of a shotgun wedding. I was excited and nervous to become a father. I wanted my child to have both of their parents in their life, so marrying her seemed like the best decision. She, of course, was eager to marry me, saying she had wanted to since the day we met.”

“So you decided that spending forever with someone that you didn’t love was the best choice to make?”

There was tension to be read between his shoulders as turned his back towards you. “Can you honestly tell me that you loved your ex-husband?”

That was a low blow.

“Yes, Jensen, I loved him. Even when he was on the verge of killing me, one of my last thoughts was what I could have done differently to not make him not hate me so much. To just prove to him that I loved him that much more.”

“Y/N,” he started, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Save it.”

--

You had apologized repeatedly to Kris about walking out on her meeting, but she just kept assuring you that it really was okay, she reminded you that she understood what it meant to hear that. The two of you barely ever spoke about what had happened, so hearing it being told to a couple of strangers had to difficult. Today wasn’t going any different. “Kris, again, I’m so, so, so, so sorry about the other day.”

“I swear to all things holy if you apologize to me one more time, I’m firing you.”

“Can you fire your business partner?” You asked half-joking, poking her gently in the shoulder as she pulled out a couple more files from the cabinet, adding to the ever-growing stack on her desk. “I mean, I know I’m your best friend and all.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

You gave a bit of a nervous chuckle, fingers running through your hair as you stole a glance at the clock. “What time are they coming?”

“Noon.”

You had spent all morning trying to think of just the right excuse to get out of this, but nothing would even come close. Telling Kris that there was a conflict of interest between you and Jensen would mean telling her about your nighttime job; you had worked really hard to keep your two jobs separate from each other - well enough, that they weren’t even in the same town. And you had already done her dirty by leaving her high and dry at the first meeting.

“You have to stick around this time,” her voice was directed towards you even if her body wasn’t. “I promise we won’t be talking about anything personal, Misha had just suggested that we pick a couple of guests to showcase in the charity.”

That would explain the pile that was growing in front of her.

“Wouldn’t that take away the whole anonymous part of this place?”

She turned, using an elbow to close the drawer she had been perched in front for most of the morning. Her chocolate eyes had dark circles under them as if she had been up all night, which was very rare for her. “That’s why we aren’t going to showcase them with pictures - just more like a story.”

“And you are trying to decide who we should use.”

“Mhm.”

There was something about her tone that was gnawing at you. “Kris, what’s wrong?”

She ignored you, walking around her desk to where her chair was stationed and plopping down before the assortment before her. You waited a couple beats, watching as she picked up one folder, tossing it to the side and picking up another one while chewing on her thumbnail. It was a nasty habit that she only did when there was something weighing heavily on her.

“Kris?”

There was a sigh and you didn’t even have to wait to know that you were the source of her frustration. “It’s just,” she looked up at you, eyes still more tired looking than ever before. “I really wanted to use your story, but -”

“You don’t want me to panic and run out again?” You offered with a small smile.

A tired nod with a soft chuckle from her allowed you pulled up one of the chairs, that always sat across from her desk, closer to where she was sitting. She looked so small in comparison to the mountain of papers before her. If telling your story was going to give your best friend exactly what she needed, then you were sure that you could suck it up and push through. How else would you have gotten this far in life otherwise?

“I’ll do it.”

Her head shot up just as there was a knock on the door. Kris offered her guests a quick smile before her attention honed back to you. “Are you sure?”

The pit of your stomach clenched. “I’m sure.”

An overly excited smile took over her face as she reached forward and gave your arm a squeeze. The footsteps from the door crept closer and you didn’t have to turn to feel his presence any more than you already did.

Misha’s chipper voice broke the brief silence first. “What are we sure about?”

Kris’s eyes were shining with nothing with the kind of look a proud mother gives her child for learning the ability to do something all on their own for the very first time. She moved her gaze to one of the men behind you. “Y/N agreed to be our showcase spotlight for the article.”

“Really?” His familiar gruff voice asked.

Kris nodded excitedly. As much as you felt like throwing up, the look of relief on your best friend’s was worth fighting through whatever holds your ex-husband still had on you. Keeping yourself facing forward, you answered curtly. “Yeah, really.”

“That’s amazing,” Misha stated, stepping into your line of sight and giving you what you could tell was a genuine smile. “Really, Y/N, I think that it's going to help a lot of women.”

You offered him up a shrug, not quite sure how to respond as your mind was running a million miles a minute - second-guessing your decision and the determination to not let anyone else down in your life was having an intense battle in your head.

“So,” Misha clapped his hands together. “We have a photographer waiting in the car. Would it be okay if we brought him in just to take a couple pictures of the place? They wanted a little something before the reporter comes in next week.”

“Absolutely.”

You stayed in your seat as you listened to everyone leave, telling them that you would follow shortly. Nodding at your friend and listening until the door clicked behind them, did you let go of the breath you were unaware you had been holding. Your heart was racing and tears sprang into your eyes as you were overwhelmed with nothing, but utter fear.

Even though everyone was gone, you knew that one still remained. He didn’t say a word, unlike the night before where he just seemed to keep spitting things out, instead he came and stood before you, kneeling in front of where you were digging your nails into the palm of your hand. You were still mad at him but like all the other times he came through in providing that little bit of comfort you were missing.

He pulled your hands from your lap, lacing his fingers with your own. His free hand reached up and brushed away a stray tear before cautiously tracing its way down to your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

The green in his eyes seemed to be clouded with little specks of brown, something you had never noticed until now. As he looked over your profile - searching for something. Gingerly, his index finger left your chin to pursue the direction of your bottom lip, tugging on it softly. You watched as he looked at your mouth vehemently before scooting himself closer.

His eyes stayed searching before he spoke softly. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

His lips stung as they pushed into yours. All caution is thrown to the wind when you were reminded of the way he tasted - even if you knew that it would be the sting that kills you.

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[xkdreamingx]

Mafia AU - Got7

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Arranged Marriage

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A/N - This is one Alternartive Start to my Mafia AU Series For the other one look [Here]. For the rest of the Series look {Here}

Masterlist

Mark -

You clean. That is all you are suppose to do. Make sure the house is spotless. There wasn’t much questions about it. That is until you get caught in a situation you’d never expect. You were cleaning up your boss’ sons room when you find a gun not so discreetly poking out from under one of the pillows. You reached out to move the pillow, opening it up in plain view when Mark walks in. Safe to say this led you to the boss’ office where you were given an ultimatum you ended up taking. Marry Mark.

Jaebum -

Jaebum thought this was ridiculous. I mean who finds a wife from a resume? I mean these girls are all pre selected by his parents, so he only gets so much say in the matter. Every girl seemed like a carbon copy of the last one he read, no one really seemed interesting. That is until he came across you. Sure, he still didn’t know much about you, just what the paper says, but he couldn’t help but feel weirdly intrigued by you so he thought why the hell not and went off to tell his parents of his selection.

Jackson -

Your dad is a bad man. He’s friends with a lot of bad men. And let’s be real here, you aren’t all sugar and gumdrops either sweetie. You probably killed your first guy at the age of thirteen, it was actually a birthday present. Sometimes you hated this lifestyle but to you this is your normal. Blood, guts, gore, that’s just an average Tuesday. Bullets come flying at your head? Looks like the weekend came early. Fighting was in your blood and you kind of liked the danger that came with it. Your dad on the other hand knew that no matter how good of a fighter you are you can become the head of his company because of your older sibling having first claim to it. So he decided to strike up a deal with one of his colleagues for an arranged marriage between you and his son. This officially fucked your life up. Well... more than it already was.

Jinyoung -

You signed your name on a dotted line. A signature is now making you a bride to be. A signature is your engagement to a man you never met. And all for what? the people you love? Was that truly worth it for you? Yes. You could throw away everything for the greatest people in your life to get what they deserve. You signed away a lot just so those people could be happy. So many people would call you crazy, saying you were an idiot to offer your life for theirs. But you did it. No turning back now. With one signature you lost your life, without even dying you lost your life.

Youngjae -

Being friends with Youngjae’s sister was crazy, especially since you knew the family secret. You knew how dangerous it was being her friend, but you didn’t care. She was the sweetest girl to be despite the crazy life she lives. You knew about the family and how she was already being set up to be married. Soon Youngjae would be next and it kind of hurt to think he’d be married off to some random person. That is until you’re pulled in to a family meeting where they asked you to marry Youngjae. It shocked you, that’s for damn sure, but for some reason you decided to agree to marry him.

Bambam -

Honestly it wasn’t your fault you were running. Your dad screwed over the mafia and now your whole family’s on the run because ‘family sticks together no matter how badly dad fucks up’. So that’s what led you to some sketch motel a few weeks later. You swear you were just going out for a snack from the vending machine, it was literally six feet from the door to your room. You expected to be out there all of a minute, maybe two. It wasn’t until you feels hands wrap around you that you start to panic. Your brain can’t work fast enough and by the time you start screaming there was already a hand over your mouth. You squirmed as much as you could but his grip would not budge. You were tossed in the back of a van and it started speeding off before the man released his grip, “Your dad sure knows how to play with fire. Now looks like he’s forced to hold up his end of the deal. Oh how rude of me, I’m Bambam, your husband.”

Yugyeom -

You were pounding on the boxing bag pretty hard; you were heading up for a match happening tomorrow against you and some girl from the south end who talks big game but has yet to step in the ring once. She was honestly a punk and you shouldn’t even spare her a second thought, yet her trash talking has motivated you to kick her ass harder. Apparently some guy put a wager on the fight, saying if you were to lose you would marry him. Let’s just say your ego is too big and you were sure to kick her ass so you took the bet, after all he’s a big contributor, you’ve just never seen the guy. You were pounding into the bag pretty hard when you hear a scream, causing you miss the bag and slam your hand in the metal bar that was holding it up, causing your hand to bleed, hurting like hell now. You look over to see some guy strolling you with a smile on his face, a gun blatantly hanging off his belt. “And who might you be?” You ask cradling your now fucked up hand. “I’m Yugyeom, I just wanted to see how my future wife was doing, I was kind of worried but with that hand I might just say my bet is safe, I mean you can’t fight with it and forfeiting is still losing. Can’t wait for the wedding.”

[artificialqueens]

Isn’t it lovely...pt.2 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

“Ask, and it shall be given you.” - Someone from the Bible probably somewhere idfk.

“Ask and daddy will write it for you.” - imafuckinglibra. (Can you tell I’ve been listening to Bianca’s audiobook on repeat?)

Dear anon, Yes I read notes. And that goes to everyone else sending me notes, both of you. So here is a bonus chapter about what happened after Danny posted the selfie in the last chapter. You don’t necessarily need to read the last chapter to understand anything here but it might help context wise so go ahead idk I’m not a scientist. XOXO - k bye

“How the fuck ya’ll doing!” Bianca yelled loudly into the mic at the cheering sea of people walking out onto the stage. “Since it takes Visage a good fucking 3 hours to fit those titties into her dress I have to be the one to do her fucking job. Fucking douche.”

The crowd cheered at her shady comment about the usual MC as she slapped the big blue cards labeled with the bubbly ‘snatch game’ logo on her palm to straighten them out.

“Before something else goes wrong let’s bring these assholes on stage and get it over with!” She quipped stepping back from the curtains to allow the other queens an easy entrance.

Without wasting time she introduced the other queens, or celebrities, as they had to be referred to for snatch game. First up it was Sharon as her now iconic Joan Rivers, next Manilla as Madonna and then Alaska as her, weirdly very accurate, Laganja.

“And of course we saved the 2nd best for last, because she lost, Adore Delano!”

Bianca called the last queen’s name out ignoring the few aw’s from the crowd and watched as the younger queen skip out onto the stage in her grungy make up, oversized flannel and bright red wig nearly falling off her high chair when she went to sit down.

“Idiot.” She mumbled under her breath away from the mic giving the audience a second to calm down as Adore waved enthusiastically at them between throwing Cheetos their way.

She tried to remain as professional as possible and keep her distance from the younger but had found herself a few times between questions wandering back to the end of the line next to Adore.

Every so often the grungy queen, who was eating Cheetos out of a bag almost bigger than her, would make faces at her between answers distracting her from what the other contestants were saying.

“Oh, fuck you! It’s comedy!” Sharon drawled on in her shakey impression of Joan’s voice after the audience gasped at her Bruce Jenner comment.

“Alright beautiful.” Bianca intervened before Sharon could add anything else, throwing a shady expression her direction to keep a straight face so she could read the next question.

Hearing her answers a million times never got old, neither did her lame impression. For some reason it always hit her right in the funny bone and once or twice in the bus after a few drinks Sharon had used it against her.

Somewhere on one of their fellow tour mate’s phones a video of them drunk off their asses going “O-oh.” repeatedly existed. A video which she prayed never fell into the wrong hands.

“Uh, Adore, I just want to say I feel like you were coming for me.” Alaska jumped in before she could even look at the card for the next question.

Bianca turned away from the audience and started laughing loudly just from the sheer stupidity of the back and forth happening between Alaska and Adore after Adore’s high pitched. “When?”

Even just the memory of actually being there during the real exchange of words till this day made her piss herself because of how ridiculous it was, especially Laganja’s llama face during it all.

“Okay! Focus people, let’s get this shit over with for fucks sake. Hedda the Hoarder is such a…fuck you cunt.” She snapped spinning around quickly when she felt something falling out of her wig.

The hushed giggling from the audience turned into a loud eruption of laughter as she stared down the culprit who was grinning mischievously back at her with her hand still hovering mid air.

Adore quickly grabbed another bigger piece from the bag and placed it halfway between her teeth wiggling her eyebrows playfully.

“No.” Bianca broke face and shook her head but Adore didn’t let up. She simply continued wiggling her painted black brows.

Damn this bitch had her wrapped around her finger.

She caved and almost hesitatingly leaned forward biting into the cheesy snack, their lips grazing over each other lightly in the process but Bianca never allowed them to fully touch and give Adore the satisfaction of a kiss.

Which wasn’t easy that’s for shit sure.

They’d been on the Battle of the Seasons tour for about a month and in that time they’ve only had one night off where they could stay in a hotel thus far.

Being in different bunks separate from each other and unable to find any privacy had taken a drastic toll on both.

In the year since Adore, or Danny, had posted the photo of them together and not so subtly announced their relationship to the world they’d only been separated for a few nights. Not being able to touch her love or even share a bed was doing things to her Bianca would rather not speak off.

Once Bianca pulled back after biting into the Cheeto Adore did a quick little victory dance in a small circle.

“Yeah I eat. Okay here we go.” She quipped at the cheering people but when the stickiness of the snack started coating the roof of her mouth making it hard to chew or even speak she had to turn to the back of the stage.

“You okay, babe?” Adore quietly asked behind her.

“Food.” She brushed off the other’s concern and deadpanned smacking her lips. “Here we go.”

When she still couldn’t talk she turned away again trying to contain her own laughter. She saw Adore peering slightly to one side laughing at her. “You fucking look like a poodle eating peanut butter.”

“I’m not use to that.” Bianca started laughing along in the way she usually did right before a shady comment. “We don’t do that when we have money.”

There it was - the shade.

Adore, who was picking up a Cheeto that she failed to catch in her mouth, sprung up like an angry emo meerkat and glared at her popping the dropped treat into her mouth.

She quickly moved on through everyone’s answers and made her way back to the start of the queue at Adore. Eyeing her suspiciously in case she dropped a cheeto on her again before she asked the next question.

“The city of Las Vegas is so queer, the mounted police ride…”

After Adore’s very classy burp for an answer she wiped off her mic against her gown. Milking the moment by pulling a few shady faces and making a comment about never thinking she’d be excited to hear what Manilla had to say as she made her way between the 2 queens.

Just as she started repeating the question to Manilla Adore rested her head on her shoulder sending butterflies through her stomach.

Being out in public in drag still felt oddly taboo despite neither of them ever really shying away from any form of pda when they were out of drag.

She ignored the fluttering in her tummy and continued reading the question off the cardboard cue cards. In the split second before Manilla could answer Adore, with her chin resting on her sequined shoulder, whispered in her ear. “Quick kiss?”

She titled her head slightly for a quick peck just in time for Madonna to answer with Coco Montrese.

“And that was our snatch game our winner tonight is…who the fuck cares!” Bianca shouted after moving through Alaska and Sharon’s last answers as swiftly as possible.

But as she was saying goodbye thanking all the girls a final time she felt something scratchy slide off her shoulder and instinctively shot back already knowing who’s responsible. “Fuck you did you put food on me?”

“3 times.” Adore behind her smiled biting her lip.

“You did not? Party, pizza, it’s cool. Chola.” She channeled her inner Adore as best as possible singsonging random catchphrases as the younger started slowly exiting with the rest.

Bianca’s stare lingered in the bitchiest face she could manage watching the other queens disappearing behind the curtains before she ran back to the front of the stage to go in for the kill.

“I’m traveling with these people for a fucking month, girl. This is fucked up goddammit.” She pointed to the curtains unable to resist throwing in her last bit of shade before she jogged off after the others to go change as well.

“You’re going to have Cheeto hair now.” Adore turned in her heels holding her arms out when she noticed Bianca approaching behind her.

“Don’t do it again cunt.” Bianca snapped waving a finger in front of her face and giving her a quick kiss before shooing her along to the dressing room. “Now back to work. Go, bitch, go.”

-

“Adore, you ready?”

“Mh-yep.” The tall queen enthusiastically smiled as she skipped towards the big black couch in the little area set aside backstage for the girls to get ready in.

After the show they had to do a casual interview with some people from MTV about being on tour.

It consisted of 4 parts - how to throw shade, what makes a good selfie, high school yearbook awards and then a final one focusing on Adore Delano and her latest album.

The girls were all huddled in a corner watching the interviewer pull Adore to one side, Bianca however was standing so close to the cameraman she was practically closer to him than his shadow.

She warmly greeted the girl half her size already sitting down and the questions began.

“Hi, I’m Lana Cummings here from MTV and I’m here with season 6 finalist of RuPaul’s Drag Race and drag’s pop princess, the ever so lovely Adore Delano.”

Adore held her hand under her chin waving her fingers in true childish Adore fashion. “Meow meow.”

“It feels like this is the most you’ve sat down in the last, I don’t know, year, isn’t it? You’ve been pretty busy.”

“Yeah man, I um, I released my album Whatever last year. And I just finished the first half of my tour and now I’m doing this and when I’m done I’ll probably be going back on tour with my band again. Gotta make that money, money, money though you know?” She singsonged flashing her brightest smiled while fiddling with the zipper on her half zipped onesie with the sleeves tied around her waist.

Adore had untucked and gotten out of her costume the minute that curtain went down as always so when they asked her for the interview she simply slipped into one of Bianca’s onesies and a t-shirt.

“Now, speaking of your tour and the fact that you’re wearing a BDR onesie.” As she spoke Adore’s eyes flicked up at Bianca trying to hide her smile at the sight of the older queen panicking. “You and Bianca Del Rio, winner of season 6 of Drag Race, also announced your relationship last year and have since been labeled the power couple of drag.”

“Apparently, yeah.” Adore flipped some hair off her shoulder.

“I know she’s just as busy, how do you find time to even have a relationship because I mean you seem to be doing very well.”

“A lot of pissed off agents.” Adore started laughing hiding her mouth behind her hand.

“I can imagine, you’re referring to the last leg of your tour I’m assuming? She joined you this time on it, didn’t she?”

“Yeah she did, which has been totally awesome by the way.”

As she was talking about the last year of their relationship Adore started thinking back on all the sacrifices they’ve had to make since.

They had reworked their schedules, adding a few new shows here and there to their individual tours to allow them some time together. It wasn’t easy though, it meant once or twice Bianca would stay in a town for 3 days waiting just so Adore could come perform and they’d spend one night together.

It went on like that for the last 6 months of Bianca’s comedy tour till it finished and she could join Adore full time on the final 2 months of her tour.

Unfortunately that meant they had a very limited time back home to be together, a ‘real couple’, before they joined the rest of their sisters on the BOTS tour.

The real problem was that they were both severe workaholics with an annoying habit of never saying no to a job which was putting a strain on their relationship - physically that is.

2 weeks of no intimacy and Adore was already threatening to jump out of the bus into oncoming traffic.

Luckily for everyone’s sanity, not just the over eager love birds, it was finally an off weekend. They’d get to stay in a hotel for the night after the show before it was on to the next state.

“How has that worked? I mean isn’t she coming out with another movie? And I heard rumors of a book?” The reporter pulled her back from her thinking.

“The movie they had already wrapped filming on when we started touring so that wasn’t really a problem, but it comes out…” She quickly leaned back a little to look at Bianca for an answer. “May 18th! It comes out May 18th. And then yeah, she’s also been like writing a book and has these make up wipes coming out and shit, which are really good! Everyone go buy them. I want to go on a vacation after this.”

Bianca dropped her shaking head into her palm making Adore giggle even more.

“That’s amazing definitely be on a look out there! Back to you a little, you’ve always been very…open, with fans. Very candid. Has that changed since you’ve become public as a couple or how has fans received the news?”

“Um no, I don’t think it’s changed to be honest. I think like a lot of fans are sad because I don’t hook up with them anymore but for the most part everyone’s like, I knew it! I just think my fans are happy that I’m happy.” She smiled at her love proudly watching her, the hint of jealousy Adore was expecting after the hooking up comment twinkling in her eyes. “And that old fuck makes me very happy.”

She wasn’t lying, she was genuinely happy

After coming out to the public and drag fans around the world they’d only gotten closer. Adore had less panic attacks and freak outs about stress and Bianca actually took more time off from work to take care of herself too.

“Because I’m gonna’ die soon and she gets the cash.” Bianca chimed in with a scowl making everyone in the room laugh.

Adore blew her a kiss which she returned with a wink before they continued on with the rest of her interview.

-

“Well done ladies! Enjoy your free time and I’ll see you lot on the bus first thing in the morning!” Michelle raised her glass of champagne when the crew left and the ladies could all finish becoming themselves again.

The now half dedragged queens all raised their various beverages ranging from a diet coke to vodka and everything in between, everyone enthusiastically clinking them together.

“I cannot tell you how fucking relieved I am to finally get to sleep in a real bed.” Sharon sighed with a hint of laughter coming through when Adore dropped down next to her to finish turning back into Danny.

“Sames though.” The younger queen agreed looking up in the reflection at Bianca who was allowing Courtney to peel off her lashes.

“Well at least you have people to share a real bed with.” Courtney handed Bianca her lashes and looked over at Adore.

“That is true.” Bianca winked at her making the younger blush, seeing her so openly acknowledging their relationship made her heart light.

Getting to be an official couple had turned out even better than Danny had ever hoped it would. Sure Roy was a little ticked off in the beginning about how they - he, did it but that wasn’t long lived.

They spent the majority of the first month or so dealing with their relationship being the only question that would be asked in interviews or meet & greets with fans.

And whenever a fan would spot them together either at a show or just exploring whatever city they were in they’d usually get the same reactions.

“I knew it! Biadore was real!“

Or

“But what about so and so? I thought you’d make a way better ship.”

But they learned to brush it off fairly easily enough and continue on with their daily life. A daily life which Danny now sorely missed.

Being on tour with his friends and now his love was amazing, but he could finally 100% sympathize with why Sharon took Chad everywhere. The few months of touring without his man was torture.

“You done yet?” Roy’s hands on his shoulders knocked him out of his daydreaming.

“Mh-hm.” Danny nodded looking at them both in the reflection now fresh faced again.

“Anyone want to share an Uber?” Aaron asked handing Chad, who’s scrawny arms were already full, another one of his bags.

“We going to the club? That one we passed with the naked trade up front?” Jason, now dressed in his usual club outfit with his 50’s bad boy curl, chimed in.

“Yes, we’ll meet up with you there.” Aaron and Chad both agreed.

“It okay if we sit this one out?” Roy kissed Danny’s cheek.

“You guys don’t mind?”

“You do you.” Courtney shrugged but quickly turned red, “Not like that.”

“Or yes like that.” Jason grinned.

“Fuck you. See you bitches tomorrow.” Roy greeted the other queens off to their night out

-

They opted to walk back to the hotel instead of sharing the ride with Aaron and Chad so they could take in a bit more of the beautiful European city.

With Roy’s hand in the back pocket of Danny’s saggy grey jeans and the other holding his phone checking through his social media the couple made their way through the busy streets lit up with the locals chattering outside restaurants and bars.

Roy enjoyed moments like these. Simple moments of affection or privacy that every day couples took for granted.

Sure they weren’t Kardashian level famous but still, if they were simply walking around Hollywood like this they’d be stopped by drag fans around ever corner asking for selfies or a moment of their time.

Getting to just be with Danny in peace for once was almost relaxing, especially after nearly 2 years of only getting to sneak around in dodgy club bathrooms.

“Can you believe it’s been a fucking year?��� Danny commented, clearly having the same thoughts haunting him. “Like when that reporter mentioned it I was a little like what the fuck for real?”

“Year and a half.”

“Really?” Danny looked at what Roy was scrolling through and saw it was the now infamous selfie he posted. “507 days. Year and some change. Wow.”

“Three years if you count the stuff before that.” Roy casually added.

“I don’t even think I own furniture that old.”

“You regretting your decisions there, Noriega?”

“Nope.” Danny kissed his temple. “I like being with you.”

“Oh yeah? What do you like?” Roy smiled.

“That you make me really good food or like cuddle me every morning instead of letting me get out of bed so I have an excuse to be lazy or late. Or taking bathtubs with me every night. Or throwing the blankie over me when I fall asleep on the couch. Or taking my make up off for me at the end of the night if I’m too loaded.”

Roy watched Danny’s expression soften and his eyes light up as his mind worked out more examples. It was nice to know that Danny felt the same way about him or that he was at least needed.

“Your mom likes me.” Roy added one of his own.

“That’s because you’re the same person.” Danny laughed making Roy blush.

He couldn’t fight the facts, they had the same personality and no bullshit approached to life which made it easy for them to bond fairly quickly. They even called each other once a day to complain to one other either about Danny needing a haircut or if he was eating healthily enough.

Bonnie had welcomed him into their family long before they ever went public. Not to mention when they did she was the first to text them with wedding plans, honeymoon locations, joined names, baby names, matching I heart my daddies outfits for the dogs - everything.

God knows how long she’d been planning all that shit.

“That looks so good.” Danny commented stopping dead in his tracks. Roy looked up from his phone to see what he was drooling at.

He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes when he saw the object of Danny’s admiration was a conveyer belt of pizzas. “Want one?”

Danny nodded enthusiastically running over to the shop and Roy followed behind digging in his backpack for his wallet.

With Danny’s face pressed up against the sneeze guard and Roy hand’s lazily petting his back they went through all the options searching for which looked the best.

“Adore Delano!” They heard a girl behind then yelling in a thick British accent.

“Oh my god! It’s Bianca too!”

“Can we take a picture?” The first girl asked and without really giving them a chance to answer the pair and their friend pulled out their phones.

Danny and Roy looked awkwardly at each other as each girl took a queen by the arm and snapped a shot or two of them all together.

“Thank you so much!” The second girl started squealing looking at her phone already posting the picture.

“Take one of us too?” Danny, as gullibly naive as always, handed one of them Roy’s phone after grabbing it right out of hands.

Danny struck a pose next to the pizza with his elbow resting against the sneeze guard and Roy following his lead just showcased the pizza of Danny’s dreams. He knew there was no use in fighting it anyway.

The girls thanked them for being so gracious and almost as quickly as they appeared they ran away giggling amongst themselves.

As soon as they were out of earshot Danny turned his attention back to the pizzas and pointed at which slice he wanted.

“Really queen?” Roy asked scowling at him when he smiled back at him after ordering.

“Why you mad?”

“Don’t just fucking hand people my phone you idiot.” Roy scolded and quickly payed the man behind the counter, thanking him for posing too when they took the photos.

“I trust my fans.”

“I don’t even trust you.”

“That’s mean. You’re mean.” Danny took an aggressive bite from his treat.

“It good?” Roy wanted to make a shady comment about his childish behavior but the way his face lit up in bliss was just too cute.

“Tho good.” Danny took another big bite and closed his eyes chewing. “I’d thrade your dick for thiths pizza anyday.”

“Oh?” Roy raised a brow taking the pizza away from Danny and helping himself to a bite. “Well then fuck you you can sleep out here tonight.”

“No! I’m sorry, I’ll never disrespect your dick again.” Danny quickly tried taking back what he said embracing Roy.

“No, no. It’s too late. You’ve had your chance.”

“But daddy.” Danny whined pushing his bottom lip out.

“Ugh fine.” Roy rolled his eyes and pushed him off looking for their room key when they approached the hotel lobby. “But I’m topping this time.”

“But you look so cute when I’m topping.”

“Oh now I’m ugly too? Shady cunt.”

“Only when you’re mean.” Danny shrugged.

Roy snorted and pushed him into the elevator. Once the doors behind them shut he pressed Danny up against the wall and grabbed his dick through his pants.

“Careful. You’re not exactly getting in my good books here.” He growled palming him.

“Then you’ll have to fuck me till I learn my place.” Danny moved his hips up to meet Roy’s warm hand, feeling his underwear growing snugger.

Roy reached his hand inside the loose denim hanging around his waist and took hold of the head of Danny’s cock, giving it a squeeze. “You know what today is don’t you.”

“Uh-huh.” Danny nodded hissing softly when Roy’s thumb started stroking the fabric in circles. The friction against the sensitive head of his cock almost painful yet extremely pleasurable.

They heard the door pinging indicating they were approaching their floor and Roy quickly pulled his hand out just in time for the doors to open.

Instead he took hold of Danny’s hand and lead the giggling younger queen to their hotel room struggling to contain his own need for him any longer.

Once they were behind the locked door clothes began viciously flying over heads, starting with Roy’s jacket till only his pants and Danny’s tiny black briefs remained.

Danny got down on his knees to slide down the pesky joggers Roy was wearing that were getting in the way of him and his dick.

The rushed nature of their moment simmered down when their eyes met and something different than arousal ignited inside them both.

“Happy anniversary, my sweet.” The small glimmer in the brown of Roy’s eyes and the soft curving of his dimples around a faint smile as he said it reminded Danny that they didn’t have to worry about being caught anymore.

This was real. It was their anniversary and they were really a real couple. No rushing, no hushed I love yous, no hiding their commitment. It was like they were free.

“Happy anniversary.” Danny stood up and their pumped lips tenderly brushing over each other said the rest for them.

Once he felt Roy’s erection twitch against his Danny sunk back down to the task at hand that was previously interrupted.

Kissing between his hipbones first, savoring every slight quiver of Roy’s body as his lips placed gentle pecks all along the heated tan skin.

Slowly he pulled his boxers down kissing the newly exposed skin as he went till it was finally lowered enough to let his dick free.

Immediately when Roy’s dick sprung up Danny grabbed the head in his mouth making Roy release a very relieved sigh.

His hand stroking him off while his tongue continued lavishing the head with as much affection possible he looked up at Roy watching the lust pooling in his eyes.

With a sneaky smile he flattened out his tongue and trailed his cock along it till he it reached the tip of his tongue and he licked up any pre cum slowly oozing out. Watching Roy’s patience dwindling more each second.

Roy threw his head back when Danny took him in his mouth again, working him in further inch by inch with every pass of his head’s bops.

His painted nails scratching gently along the shivering tan thigh when he took him all in, holding the thick cock down his throat looking up at Roy for approval and the permission to pull back.

“That’s it, good boy.” Roy ran his fingers through his hair before pulling him back up by his jaw to resume their tender make out session. Their tongues leisurely dancing over and around each other as their hands felt up their bodies.

While Roy’s hands were exploring the sides of his slim waist Danny took him by the hand and lead him to the lusher than average hotel bed.

Going to lie down on his back with his hands cupping Roy’s face they drew out the moment for as long as possible. Simply enjoying every second of being together again at last.

Roy hovering over him with his hand snaking along Danny’s torso, his belly and down his inner thigh before traveling back up made the younger shiver with anticipation.

Danny was the first to cave and tear himself away from his lover with a smile before flipping himself over. Resting on his stomach wiggling his ass at Roy telling him exactly what to do without using his words.

Roy tried hiding his slight chuckling at Danny’s eagerness making him grind his hips into the sheets telling him to hurry it up. Instead he took his time pulling Danny’s underwear off caressing his cheeks after discarding the briefs. “I missed this ass. This perfect little impatient ass.”

“I can’t help it, being without you is actual torture. I hate it” Danny whined.

“I know baby.” Roy pulled his cheeks apart just enough to kiss around his entrance.

Danny lifted his ass every time he’d feel his lips against him in an attempt to get him closer to his target.

Eventually Roy couldn’t keep up his teasing any longer and started first by kissing his asshole gently before his tongue went to work. Every time he’d lick around the small pink muscle it made Danny whimper.

His whimpers soon turning lower and lower till they were full blown moans when Roy’s pointed tongue entered him.

“Please.” Danny breathed into the sheets looking back at him. “Your bag I think.”

Roy kissed his ass a final time and quickly reached behind him searching for the bag next to the bed. While he hunted for the lube Danny rotated himself again so he’d be on his back, stroking himself while he waited.

Roy resumed his position over him with his knees resting between his legs. While making out again Roy massaged his hole with his thumb now drenched in heavy pink lube.

Danny brought his legs up against his chest when Roy eventually began lubing himself up as well.

Now simply staring at each other Roy gradually began entering him, watching Danny’s mouth drop open wider the further he pushed himself in.

“You good?” Roy asked as he started rolling his hips very slowly. Barely moving at first to allow Danny’s asshole to adjust again after their 2 weeks of forced celibacy.

“Mh-hm.” Danny nodded running his hands up from his thighs to pull his ass into him trying to get more.

Roy’s shallow thrusting began picking up pace when the tight asshole enveloping him relaxed at last.

Not long after the dimly lit room filled with a symphony of bodies slapping and the joined moans of both men so starved for intimacy finally getting what they most needed.

“Kiss me.” Danny whispered between pants.

Roy bent down to kiss him with as much intensity as his hips slapping into him while his hands on Danny’s ribs kept him pinned down.

With the younger’s legs over Roy’s shoulders he could fully enter him with ease. The force of his body driving every inch of his dick into him not only driving Roy completely wild but also very clearly Danny but the way he was gripping the sheets.

“Harder.” He pleaded closing his eyes. His fingers around the fabric only clenching tighter when his thrusts turned deeper, more forceful as asked.

Knowing exactly how down right evil it would be to tease Danny like this when his orgasm was building up a steady momentum Roy sat back on his knees.

Danny however surprised him by simply opening his legs and with a smile he took matters into his own hands - literally. With a firm grip around his dick he began jerking himself off while a now slightly thrown off Roy added more lube onto his cock.

“Enjoying the view?” Danny raised a smug brow watching Roy following his lead. Stroking himself as well, staring with a somewhat proud expression at the hand jacking himself off.

“You’re so fucking stunning.” Roy praised in a low, hungry voice, running his fingers along Danny’s inner thigh. “And so is your beautiful fucking cock.”

While Roy continued working himself he leaned down into Danny’s spread lap and took as much of his cock into his mouth as possible. “Ah shit…” Danny dropped his head into the pillows when Roy’s well experienced mouth began sucking him off. Hollowing his cheeks as his head bopped in rhythm with his hand.

The way he twisted his head every time his mouth closed back around the tip of his cock before enveloping his entire member only made Danny unbelievably desperate. “Fuck me please. Please, Daddy.”

Roy smirked victoriously for getting him to beg, he knew Danny only called him daddy like that when he was truly unable to contain himself.

Keeping his hands on Danny’s hips to help guide him Roy reinserted himself back into his tight hole.

Being just as impatient as his love at this point he wasted no time in picking up his previous pace immediately, disregarding the body trembling beneath him from the sudden intrusion.

“Oh fuck me.” Danny breathed out, his eyes locked between their bodies to watch his ass getting pounded. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Keep playing with yourself.” Roy instructed and Danny happily obliged still jerking himself off. “Good boy.”

Fueled by the guttural moans coming from the younger Roy’s shallow thrusting quickly morphed into deep deliberate strokes, hammering himself balls deep into his ass as he began feverishly kissing his neck again.

Gnawing at the heated skin below his jaw, at the spot he knew all to well could turn Danny into jelly in mere seconds.

“I’m going to cum.”

“When?” Roy’s nails dug into the soft skin of his hips allowing him to pick up the tempo of his movements again. “Soon.”

“Tell me when.” When Danny didn’t respond Roy pulled his attention back to him with his fingers digging into his chin so he could look straight into his hooded hazel eyes. “Answer me.”

Danny nodded, unable to form words from the tightness in his abdomen growing unbearable. He lifted his head up so they could kiss again as he pushed him back slowly into a seated position without ever letting his cock slip out.

Roy leaned back with his hands holding onto the sheets behind him as Danny took over, bouncing vigorously onto his lap desperate to finally climax.

The head now buried in Roy’s shoulder and teeth biting into whatever flesh it could find leaving red teeth marks all along his collarbone and up his neck was enough to tell Roy exactly what was about to happen even before his warning.

“Babe.” Danny cried.

Roy hastily pushed him off onto his back and lunged between Danny’s legs to take his cock in his mouth before it was too late.

Danny instinctively grabbed hold of his short black hair with both hands, bucking his hips up to shoot his load down Roy’s throat with a final few high pitched grunts.

“That’s it.” Roy praised squeezing the tip of Danny’s still pulsing cock to work out the last of his cum careful not to let any go to waste.

The gorgeous view from where he was sitting was nearly enough to make him bust his load right then and there as well.

He still couldn’t fathom how the gorgeous young man on his back, squinting through slightly glossed over eyes with his puffy plump lips wide open was really his.

Roy let go slowly of his cock licking the last remnants of his orgasm off his lips when Danny brought his hand down to caress his cheekbone with the back of his knuckles.

“Roy. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Roy smiled and began attempting to make his way back up Danny’s body when the younger stopped him.

“Wait,” Danny pushed himself up with shakey limbs and rolled over. Playfully wiggling his round ass in front of Roy’s face again. “Show me.”

“You still good for more?” Roy asked giving the bubbly ass a good hard spank.

“Always.” Danny bit his lip.

“Up against the wall.”

Danny obeyed and scooted on his knees over to the headboard with his hands resting above it as Roy reinserted himself behind him.

“I really do love you, so so much.” Roy emphasized every word with a bite along his nape. Covering the orange butterfly tattoo with small kisses as he resumed his thrusting.

Showing Danny exactly how much he needed him with every rapid slap of his body against his. His arms clinging around his waist as tightly as the pressure was building between his legs.

“I want you to cum inside me.” Danny whispered looking back at him.

His seductive words sent straight electricity down Roy’s spine. His hand held Danny’s head up exposing his reddened neck both from his arousal and the hickeys already forming on it.

“Dirty fucker.” He breathed against one of the faded bruises from their first night in a hotel on tour before clamping onto the skin again.

“Mmh your dirty fucker.” Danny mused licking his top lip.

“You are mine.” Roy said softer, the nature of his words and the heavy slams against his ass contrasting each other.

“I am. I’m yours, only yours my beautiful Willow.” He whispered against his lips as they met once again. The arm stretched behind him caressing the back of his head.

“Let me look at you.” Roy instructed pulling out again giving his ass a hard slap. “Back. Now.”

Both now back in their starting position again Danny scratched his nails into his ass making Roy hiss as he slid into him again.

He pulled him forward so he could look into his eyes holding onto either sides of his jaw.

“You gonna cum for me?” Danny bit onto Roy’s lip.

“Fuck yeah.” Roy breathed out into his mouth when his orgasm continued building closer as fast as he was pummeling into him.

“Cum for me baby.”

Danny’s sultry words of encouragement alone were enough for Roy to be pushed over the edge he’s been trying so hard to keep himself away from.

“Oh…fu…” Roy groaned pounding himself balls deep into his young lover again a final time when he gave into his orgasm. Shooting his load into Danny’s ass.

His limbs began trembling struggling to keep himself upright when his much awaited climax hit him like a ton of bricks.

While coming down from his orgasmic high he kept himself steady by focusing just on kissing those lips he loved, letting himself grow limp inside him before he pulled out and rolled over next to him.

“You’re secretly such a cock whore I love it.” Danny snickered wiping some leftover cum from earlier off Roy’s chin.

“Pot meet kettle.” Roy slapped his chest in retaliation. “Now go clean up.”

Danny gave him a very offended look which was made keeping a straight face at nearly impossible for Roy. “You made the mess you clean it, and because you’re so bossy you can call room service.”

“Hey I’m not doing all the work, you lazy bitch.” Roy rolled off the bed and walked over to where he threw their bags earlier. Digging through his backpack for his glasses case. “Besides,if you don’t cook or clean you won’t exactly make very good wife material.”

“Whatever.” Danny rolled his eyes throwing a pillow at Roy.

He took his glasses out and threw the other contents they hid from the girls in the small blue case out on the bed next to Danny before he went into the bathroom to get them a cloth.

After cleaning off the so called ‘mess’ he made Roy sat back against the headboard. Danny was resting against his chest with Roy’s arm protectively around him and their fingers intertwined.

Danny lifted their clasped together hand examining their woven fingers before smiling up at Roy kissing him softly. “Happy 6 months, bossy.”

“Happy 6 months, my love.” Roy tilted his head smiling into his lips kissing him back.

“Should we tell?” Danny held their hands up in front if them, admiring the way the lamp’s soft glow hit the gold around their fingers just right making it sparkle. “Husband.”

[ohmytheon]

title: On the Rainbow Road

pairing: Bakugou / Uraraka

summary: Uraraka is trying to get over her motion sickness while playing video games; Bakugou just wants to come in first like he does at everything else.

– part three: Uraraka holds up her end of the bet, much to Bakugou’s entertainment, but it might've given her too much motivation to win.

notes: @ tumblr: stop deleting my “read more”s, you asshat. You’re killing  me, smalls. Anywho, prepare for a lot of outrageous bets, stupid mistakes, and humiliating teenage moments -- all thanks to Mario Kart. Things are about to get dumb.

The next day in their homeroom class, Bakugou was already sitting at his desk when Uraraka walked in with Deku and Asui at her sides. He had been listening to Kirishima talking about some new action movie coming out next week when he caught eyes with Uraraka and allowed a faint smirk to appear on his face. She jerked her eyes away from his, blush already appearing on her cheeks, and sat down quietly at her desk as Deku and Asui continued to talk, not noticing her sudden silence.

Oh, this was going to be good.

He wasn’t certain when Uraraka would own up to the bet, but he had a feeling that it would either be soon or at the end of the day. She’d either want to get it out of the way or wait until they were in their last class so that she could avoid any awkward questions or confused looks. He really hoped her anxiety won out in the end so that the whole thing would hang over her head the rest of the day.

Any embarrassment would fuel her desire to beat him at Mario Kart and it would help spur her forward, so really, this was for her own good. Bakugou was being helpful.

Aizawa started the class shortly after, tearing Bakugou’s attention away from her, but every now and then, it would slip in her direction. Uraraka was doing a good job listening to their teacher, but then he’d catch her touching the pads of her fingers together in some sort of musical pattern, careful not to touch them all at once lest she float herself in the middle of class. She was clearly nervous and probably questioning why she had allowed herself to make a bet with him in the first place. She’d known that she would lose in the beginning and yet she’d done it anyways.

Now it was time to pay the price.

Homeroom came to an end. Everyone was mentally switching to their next class, except for Uraraka, who had frozen in her seat as a determined expression came over her face. It felt as if Bakugou’s chest was bursting with vicious glee as he watched Uraraka slowly stand up. This was it. This was the moment of truth. He had to clench his fists to keep himself from grinning already.

Uraraka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and practically shouted, “Bakugou is the best and he’s going to become the number one hero!” and then dropped back down in her seat.

The entire class went through a rollercoaster of reactions. First, utter silence and shock as they gawked at her turned to confused babbling and questions, then changed into sparks of irritation in some and wild accusations, and finally back to confusion again. Uraraka responded to absolutely no one, burying her lobster red face in her textbook and pretending as if she wasn’t in the room and couldn’t hear anyone.

Just as he’d expected, the only two people to not say anything out loud were Deku and Todoroki. The expression on Deku’s face looked like a cross between genuinely hurt and utterly lost as he gaped at Uraraka. No doubt she would say something later to make him feel better, but her random outburst had definitely thrown him off and he appeared to be at a loss for words. Meanwhile, Todoroki never responded to such things out loud, but he was sharply tapping a pencil on his desk and eyeing Uraraka darkly. His mismatched gaze swung to Bakugou and he narrowed his eyes as smirk found its way onto Bakugou’s face.

Did Todoroki suspect that Bakugou had put Uraraka up to it? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Even if he did, Half and Half didn’t know what for or how. None of them knew about him and Uraraka playing video games together after everyone went to bed. It was their thing and he wanted to keep it that way. Sure, doing things like this might jeopardize that since it was bleeding it into their daily life, but that danger was half the fun.

The smirk didn’t leave Bakugou’s face when Uraraka tilted her head to the side to glower at him. If anything, her almost murderous gaze made it broaden. You’re going to pay for this, her eyes said and he couldn’t wait. Bring it on.

*

It was raining, so Bakugou had decided to do his usual run in the gym. He wasn’t a fan of treadmills, but it was either that or skip it and he didn’t skip things just because of some rain. WIth his headphones in, he was totally in the zone, focused on his breathing and the raging music in his ears. Even though his eyes were open, he wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around him, so he was caught off guard by the sudden slap on his arm that sent him flying to the ceiling.

Or, well, floating.

“Uraraka, what the hell!” Bakugou’s back hit the ceiling and he caught sight of that very girl standing underneath him, her hands now on her hips. He jerked his earbuds out of his ears. “Let me down!”

“That’s for being an ass,” Uraraka told him as she gazed up at him.

Bakugou glowered at her and folded his arms across his chest. “You’re the one that agreed to the bet.”

“I looked like a weirdo and an idiot!” Uraraka exclaimed.

“Then don’t lose next time,” Bakugou shot back. “Besides, you can’t look like an idiot if it’s true.”

Uraraka’s perpetually pink cheeks seemed to glow. Still, she didn’t make a move to let him down, so as usual, he had to do things himself. Propping his feet on the ceiling, he kicked off so that he floated downwards, like he was in water, and grabbed onto the railing of the treadmill. He floated like a balloon with his feet hanging above him, but at least his face was level with Uraraka’s now, only inches separating them.

“You done complaining now?” Bakugou asked.

She stared at him for a few more seconds and then huffed, lifting her hands from her hips so that she could press her fingers together and sigh, “Release.”

His feet dropped down and he was careful to not land on the treadmill belt so that he wouldn’t get jerked onto the ground since it was still running. He turned the machine off and then jumped down to her level, still tall enough to tower over her in what most considered a threatening manner. However, it didn’t faze Uraraka in the slightest, who tilted her chin up and flexed her fingers as if she was considering sending him to the ceiling again.

“You’re gonna regret it,” Uraraka warned him.

Bakugou smiled, showing all his teeth, like some sort of predator. “I’d like to see you try.”

The wait for next Thursday was too long for Bakugou’s taste, but neither one of them could ask Kaminari if they could borrow his game without being obvious about it. Bakugou knew that he had to be clever about it, so he got Kirishima on the topic of a fighting game that he really liked but no one would play with him. After hearing that, Kaminari had been all too willing to leave the console out when he didn’t want it for his own dorm room. Sure, it meant that Bakugou was forced to struggle through Mortal Kombat, which it turned out that Kirishima was really fucking good at, but hey, he could stand to improve as well.

That Monday night, while Uraraka was cleaning her dishes from dinner, Bakugou strode into the kitchen and began to root through the fridge for something to drink. After pulling a bottle of water out, he turned around to lean back against the counter and considered his words. He didn’t want to sound like he was going out of his way to spend more time with her. He just wanted to keep this game going. What other embarrassing things could he make up as bets? She was so amusing when she was flustered.

“You willing to get your ass handed to you tonight?” Bakugou piped up.

Uraraka paused and turned to look back at him. “Oh no, tonight, I’m doing all the ass handing.”

Bakugou snorted and shook his head, as Uraraka began to sputter incoherently over what she’d said. He walked out of the kitchen and left her to suffer, feeling quite pleased with himself. That spark in her was something very interesting. So many people saw her as this good, sweet girl, but she was feisty as hell and always ready to put up a fight. For however much she smiled, giggled, and blushed, she was equally willing to take someone down. She’d come a long way from their first year, but then again, a lot of them had. Even he could admit that.

This time, Bakugou stayed in the common area flipping through his homework from Present Mic while Uraraka retreated to the dorms with Asui and Yaoyorozu. He was so focused on his paper and textbooks that he didn’t notice when she crept back to the room. Not until she leaped over the couch effortlessly and released her quirk so that she could plop down next to him did he realize she was back.

“You ready?” she asked brightly.

Setting his schoolwork aside, Bakugou got up and switched out the video games. “You have to ask?” As it started up, he picked up one controller and handed her the other and then sat down focusing on her. “So what’s the bet this time?”

“I figured we could do some small ones and then a big one?” Uraraka suggested. It made sense. That way each round they had something on the line that they could follow through tonight and then a big one and the end that would really kick them into high gear. If there were stakes on everything, then they’d both go at it harder. He nodded his head in agreement. “My big one is the same as last night.”

Buying Todoroki’s lunch. Bakugou harrumphed. “Not letting that one go?” She beamed at him and shook her head. Little shit. She wasn’t so innocent as she looked. “Okay, what about a small one then?”

Uraraka considered it for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “You have to tell me an embarrassing story from your childhood.”

Damn, she was really getting into this. Bakugou didn’t like talking about his childhood with anyone, least of all embarrassing stories. As far as he was concerned, he’d never been embarrassed in his life, but then that wasn’t exactly true. It wasn’t like he’d had a bad childhood -- on the contrary, he knew it had been a good one -- but he just didn’t do personal. He didn’t talk about his past or his family or anything like that because it wasn’t anyone’s business. Only the future mattered.

However, if she really wanted to embarrass him, then she would’ve been wary about him doing the same thing. Already she had suffered once. He could see her bracing herself for the worst. He couldn’t make a bet like hers since he knew that she’d divulge basically anything about her past. She was an open book. There were plenty of stories that she’d be willing to share with him, as she shared herself with anyone she remotely liked or respected.

No, if she was going to strike him where it hit him the most, he had to do the same thing, but there was only one thing he could think of and it came out before he could properly think it through.

“If I win, you’ve gotta take your shirt off," Bakugou blurted.

Uraraka blushed so red that he thought she might actually explode. “Bakugou! I’m not doing that!”

“What?” Bakugou countered, but inside was panicking. Why had he said that? No, no, that was stupid. He shouldn’t have said it. God, he sounded like such a creep. Still, he kept a straight face as much as he could. This would push her. She’d work harder. And if she really got upset, he wouldn’t force her to do anything. He wasn’t that cruel. “You’re wearing a training bra from the gym. It’s not like I’ve never seen a girl like that before. Besides, I've seen you in a swimsuit. What's the difference?”

He knew that Uraraka was shy, especially when it came to her body. He didn’t know why, seeing as how even he could admit that she looked good in her tight hero costume. Sure, he might be totally focused on becoming a hero and had no interest in letting his hormones get the better of him like some of the guys, but he was still a teenage boy. He had eyes and half a brain. Maybe she wasn’t skinny or had the perfect curves, but she wasn’t ugly. The girl was just insecure.

Still, he probably should’ve thought this one out a little longer than one second.

“I...I don’t…” Uraraka narrowed her eyes at him. “That sounds like something Mineta would bet.”

“Hey, don’t go comparing that little grape shit to me!” Bakugou barked. “It’s not like I’m betting you to let me feel you up or some shit.”

Biting her lip, Uraraka thought it over and then tersely nodding her head, though he noticed that she was refusing to meet his eyes. This must have been killing her. However, it did strengthen the fire in her and he knew that she was going to fight something fierce. “I’m using my big bet for the first round.”

“Oh, so it’s like that?”

“You’re the one that had to go so low!”

“Scared?”

Uraraka didn’t respond and he knew that she was. She anxiously picked at her t-shirt, as if she could convince it not to leave her, and turned her entire focus on the video game. Either the bet would help spur her forward to help her win or it would hinder her by causing a distraction. He didn’t know what she was so worked up about. If the bet was the other way around, he’d take his shirt off without any complaints. He knew that he looked good. She just had to have that same confidence.

They started the first race and right away Bakugou noticed a change in Uraraka’s intensity. She completely ignored the computer characters, gunning for him right off the bat. Any sort of advantage she got in one of the mystery boxes, she aimed it for him. It was frustrating as hell, seeing as how she sometimes even chose to just ram into him and sabotage them both if she got the chance, but she was relentless. It was great. The two of them got so into it that they both kept moving around on the couch in the direction of their characters, bumping shoulders half the time, not that either of them noticed.

When Uraraka came out as the victor with three wins against his two, she dropped the controller and jumped to her feet, doing some sort of weird victory dance. It was the dumbest thing that he had ever seen and he had seen Kaminari and Sero dancing and they were fucking awful. Still, it was hard to laugh at her when he realized that he’d lost her big bet. He groaned and fell back into the couch, already envisioning the humiliation that tomorrow would bring. Throwing the controller aside, he flexed his hands and let off a few tiny explosions as he tried to come up with some sort of excuse.

All he could think of though was how fucking terrible it was going to be when he was forced to buy Todoroki’s lunch. How was he supposed to even go about that? God, if anyone said anything, he was going to blow them up. He could already picture Uraraka’s uncontrollable laughter.

Indeed, the smug look on her face now was enough to send him into a fit of rage. He wanted to grab her and pin her down until it was wiped right off her face.

He couldn’t do that though so he did the next best thing that he knew would fluster Uraraka and send her into another spiral of embarrassment. Snatching the hem of his black cut off shirt, he ripped it over his head and threw it at her. She let out a squeak and her eyes widened before it hit her in the face. When she pulled it away, her eyes landed on him and held up the shirt in front of her to hide her reaction.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Uraraka managed to stutter out.

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders. “Only fair.”

It made little sense since he had been the one to bet her to take her shirt off should she lose, not the other way around, but he knew how much it would throw her off. If she was going to make him do shitty bets like buy Half and Half lunch for everyone to see, then he was going to play just as dirty. There was no way that she was going to be able to concentrate well enough to win now, not with the way she was fumbling now. He laughed to himself as she jerkily sat back down and tried to focus on the video game.

“So, um, have you, uh…?” Uraraka glanced at him quickly and then looked away again. Gods, she was such a mess. It was hilarious. He should’ve done this earlier if he’d known that it would throw her off her game so much. It wasn’t like she’d never seen him shirtless before. They’d all gone to the U.A. pool as a class. “Have you come up with a big bet yet?”

He had to think of something that would maximize embarrassment, especially since he knew that he was going to suffer tomorrow. He didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, but this one thing was going to cause a ripple effect for a while. He was tolerant of Todoroki when he had to be for school, but he was never nice on purpose. Buying Todoroki lunch was going to throw everyone for a loop and he would never hear the end of it. Kirishima wouldn’t let him live it down. Either one of them was going to be on their deathbed and Kirishima would probably bring it up.

“You’re going to the movies with everyone this week, right?” Bakugou said. That action movie was all Kirishima seemed capable of talking about outside of class -- it was based off one of his favorite video games -- and he’d managed to convince a group of people to go. He hadn’t expected Uraraka to be one of them, but Ashido and Kaminari had cornered her and it had turned out it had one of her favorite actresses in it. Uraraka nodded, her brow knit thoughtfully. “If I win, you’ve gotta wear my shirt when we all go out.”

A surprise expression appeared on Uraraka’s face and the first thing she said was, “Can I at least wash it?” The response was so unexpected, for the both of them apparently, that Bakugou almost laughed. He waved a dismissive hand at her. She glanced down at the shirt. “You won’t be...embarrassed? By me wearing it, I mean?”

“Why would I?” Bakugou asked. “You’re gonna be the one who looks ridiculous.”

Uraraka made a face that said she agreed with him. The shirt was too big for her. No doubt she would have wanted to dress up cute, but instead she would look like she was wearing a blanket. It would no doubt embarrass her, but she didn’t seem to mind it as much as she had his other two bets. Still, he knew that it was because she wasn’t thinking about it as much yet. This wasn’t a bet that she could just get over with and be done. When it came to it, she’d buckle and start feeling self-conscious. She really needed to get over that.

When they started the next round, Bakugou saw the difference in Uraraka. She was distracted and kept messing up, even feeling nauseous every now and then as their characters went on windy roads and spun around after being hit by shells or bananas. He beat her almost effortlessly, a stark difference from their first round. By the time they finished, he’d won the first four games, the fifth one unnecessary to even play. She was clearly frustrated with herself, huffing in irritation and dropping the controller once she was finished with.

“You’re an ass,” Uraraka told him decisively.

Bakugou gave her his smuggest expression, which in reality was one of his more common looks. “You wouldn’t want me any other way.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Uraraka responded, eyeing him with a hint of irritation. Then she seemed to notice that she was staring at him while he was shirtless sitting next to her and she jerked away from him. “It’s okay though! Because tomorrow will be hilarious.”

“Who’s the ass now?” Bakugou countered.

Uraraka did some sort of happy, little wiggle, which made him scoff and shake his head.  It was so dumb. Why was she like that? Tomorrow was not going to be hilarious, but Friday would be fun at least. As long as he kept that in mind, he’d be okay.

(No, he wasn’t. He was going to make a complete fool out of himself and Kirishima was going to drag his ass. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He hadn’t thought that she’d actually win tonight.)

*

By the time Kaminari had realized that he’d left his console out in the common area, it was almost midnight. He had been trying to finish one of his papers very last minute when he came to the conclusion that a break was very much needed if he was going to get it finished. Doing a paper all at once sounded like a terrible idea. He needed something to break it up or his brain would be as fried as if he’d let off his quirk all at once. No can do.

Except when he went to grab his controller, he realized that it wasn’t in his room and, oh yeah, Kirishima had wanted to play Mortal Kombat with Bakugou earlier tonight. It had been all too entertaining to watch Bakugou actually get beat and nearly rage quit about five times. Some men just want to watch their friends get trounced for once, you know?

It was late, but no one would question him if they saw him out of his dorm, so he put on some slippers and started for the common area. He had not expected to hear the sounds of a video game being played, specifically Mario Kart. That game was reserved for Thursday nights. Besides, who was out there secretly playing Mario Kart in the middle of the night while everyone was in bed? No one had mentioned it to him.

Was it Sero trying to improve so that he’d eventually take first place? Maybe Midoriya, who tried to get better at everything? Hell, he’d even consider Todoroki, who tended to shy away from playing, possibly because he didn’t seem to know how video games worked, as if he’d never played one in his life.

What Kaminari definitely hadn’t been expecting to see playing Mario Kart were Bakugou and Uraraka, who he knew for a fact had not played with them once and chose to only watch. The race on the screen had just finished with apparently Uraraka as the winner as she jumped from the couch to do the most ridiculous and cutest dance Kaminari had ever seen while Bakugou sat glowering on the couch.

But what Kaminari really didn’t expect to see was Bakugou ripping his shirt off and throwing it in Uraraka’s face.

Kaminari’s brain short-circuited. What the fuck was he seeing? What was going on? Were they playing some sort of strip Mario Kart while everyone was sleeping? Also, why were Bakugou and Uraraka hanging out? Did it have something to do with Uraraka’s random outburst in class last week about Bakugou becoming the number one hero? But that had nothing to do with stripping.

Why was Bakugou just sitting there shirtless while playing Mario Kart with Uraraka in a dark room?

You know, on second thought, Kaminari didn’t really need that break to finish his paper. He didn’t really want to play video games anyways. He was just going to walk back to his room, sit down, finish those last few paragraphs, and go to bed for the night. Yeah, that sounded like a great idea.

Why?

Because he fucking valued his life.

Kaminari was a lot of things. He knew that he wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed or the brightest bulb in the box, but he could be clever and also do simple addition. One thing he did know was that interrupting whatever the hell was going on right now would end in only pain. Bakugou had kind of chilled since they’re first year, but when he did explode, it was bad. It hadn’t happened in a while and Kaminari did not want to be the cause or focus. And while he didn’t know what was happening with Uraraka, he did know that Bakugou would potentially explode him out the building for getting in the middle of it.

But he was curious.

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Fandom: Stardew Valley

Character: Sebastian

A/N: Anything in italics are text speaking.

Logging into your game you waited for the loading screen to finish. Once it was you watched as your character and other peoples characters spawned it. Pressing the F button your friends' list showed up. Most of the people you use to play with no longer enjoyed the game. The quests were too long and repetitive, they needed to grinded for a weapon upgrade, or as they put it simply grew up. However, you kept meeting people and friending some from random raiding groups. That was how you met him, you didn't know his real name only his gamertag; Obsidivoid. He stood up for you when the tank of the party decided to berate you because your buff ran out on him and you were healing someone else. You normally wouldn't have replied and just keep on doing your job. However, today had been a rough day for you before work. Your fingers raced across the keyboard as you typed out your rant. Before you could even hit enter the assassin in your party had, in a few more words to fuck off and stop being a dick to the healers. It seemed like he been in this party for some time with the tank. Of course, this didn't really help anything simply made the dungeon long as the two stopped every now and then to tell the other off. At the last room, your internet lagged out just as you were about to get to the final boss. The tank started the boss instead of waiting and locked you out. They didn't make it a did a total wipe. You had stated when your internet leveled out how sorry you were and that your internet lagged out for a bit. The others in the party seemed to understand; you silently thanked them. As soon as the tank went down he went off. Calling you everything he could think of, you swear he had to have made a few up. At this point, everyone else is the party was defending you, few stating if he thinks healing is so easy then he should main it. The second boss fight went better and only loot was divided up the tank left. You thanks the other that stood up for you. Most didn't reply simply left the group and move on it was nothing new. Obsidivoid, however, did reply.

“Don't worry about it. Dude was an ass and doesn't understand his own role let alone the role of a healer.” That was how your friendship started. Over the months of playing with him, you were developing a crush.

Looking at you friends list you found the username you were looking for. It said he was idle but you didn't believe that as you brought the map up to see him moving around.

“Hey.” You sent him a whisper as you summoned your mount and headed to where he was.

“Oh hey. I didn't notice you got on.”

“You see the new event coming?”

“Ya. Seems cool. You going to try it out?”

“Can't I’m moving remember?”

“Oh ya.” You smiled as you stood in front of his character emoting at him.

“Oh! I should give you my messenger user so we can still talk.”

“Ya, that sounds great!” Once he gave you his messenger user you opened up you're and typed it in. You sent him a friend request.

“SnowStarxX? Really?” His character was laughing now.

“Shut up! I was 15 when I made it.” Once he finished laughing at your user the two of you plan out how to spend your late night online before the move.

Spring was done and gone with, your first months were not the best as you tried to get a handle on the whole farming thing. It was a total change from your desk job at Joja. More than a few times you wanted to call it quits and head back to the city. But you stuck it out and made it through spring. It took you all of spring to save up money for not only summer seeds up getting internet set up at the farm. If Obsidivoid hadn't given you his messenger and Abigail didn't give you her family wi-fi password you think you might have died. In spring you became close to Abigail once she learned you were a gamer like her.

“Gamers girls gang. Let's go!” Abigail chanted when she learned you played video games. If you had free time from the farm you would crash in her room and texted Obsidivoid from your phone as she played her games. Through Abigail, you met Sam, who you were certain was the sun in human form. Then there was Sebastian, who had to be the new moon in human form.

About to head out of Pierre's store you heard Abigail call for you to stop.

“Y/n! Heard you just got internet out on the farm.” Abigail seemed just as excited as you were when the installation guy showed up.

“Ya, I did.” When you confirmed that information Abigail looked like she was going to shoot through the roof with happiness.

“That means you can join us on raid night! We need a healer.”

“Uh. Ya sure. I’m down,” you looked at the clock on your phone checking the time. “You have my messenger, send me the information. Now I need to get this seeds planted before the sun gets to hit.” You rushed out the door of the store and towards your farm almost running Lewis over to which you had to shout an apology.

Finally, the day was over, the seeds were in the ground watered. More of the farm was clear of trees and you got a few items in the bundles at the community center. Once you were showered and called your dog in the house you sat down at your computer. You set it up by the window because you didn't know how hot it was going to get. You didn't have an a/c yet so this window was going to stay open all season. Since you had been away from the game for so long you had to wait for the updates as you did you checked over the messages Abigail sent you before texting Obsidivoid that you were getting back online. He sent you back cheering and clapping emojis.

“You missed me.”

“I did. Wish I could hang out with you but friends want to do a few dungeons because we have a healer.”

“I thought I was the only healer you needed. 😞”

“You are! This is one of my friend's friend. I haven't really talked to her.”

“So this healer is a her. Interesting.😏”

“Stop it.”

“Or what? 😝”

“😤”

“😘. You can't stop me!”

“Why did emoticons become a thing?”

“Because they are great. You like them too!”

“I don't right now.”

“😆”

Looking up from your phone you saw that the updates were finished, clicking play and logging in you played the waiting game again. Abigail messaged you asking where you were. You told her you had to do updates but was about to load in. As soon as your character appeared so did a friend request that Abigail had sent you a month back. Accepting it you immediately you got a request to join her party. Moving your party members health bars to the side of your screen you saw a familiar username. You quickly sent a whisper him with one word.

“Sebastian?”  There was no reply as Abigail explain in party chat what you were going to do that night. Through the whole night, the only time Sebastian ever talked to you was when he needed heals. The night went smoothly and at 3am everyone wished each other good night. You didn't have a chance to talk with Sebastian he was offline on the game and on the messenger. Obsidivoid was Sebastian you had a face and name to your crush now. However, it seemed like he didn't want to talk to you. He didn't reply to your messages on both the messenger and the game; you guessed he needed space but after a bit, it just hurt. It made you feel like you did something wrong like you were the bad guy here.

You were over at Robin’s dropping off an Earth Crystal Demetrius had requested. You were about to leave when you bumped into Sebastian.

“Oh…. um hi,” the two of you stood in the hall between the lab and Robin's storefront awkwardly for a few minutes. Robin peeked over the countertop and yelled.

“Sebby why don't you show Y/n your games! I heard she plays games too!” With mumbles and grumbles of words, you could not understand. Sebastian grab your hand and pulled you down the stairs to his room. Once the door was closed he released your hand and moved away from you. He hadn't looked at you since you bumped into him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was quiet which caused him to look at you. From his interaction with you in person and the way Abigail talked about you, you were never this quiet.

“I don't know what I did but I’m really sorry.” Then he saw it, the tears streaming down your face. You thought it was your fault as to why he wasn't talking with you.

“No, no, no,” Sebastian moved back towards you trying to wipe away the tears that fell.

“You didn't do anything. It was me. I…” He sighed as he looked at you. “I didn't know what to do. I’ve had this crush on you for a while than to have you here and not know it. It didn't know what to do.”

“You have a crush on me?” You sniffed as you looked up at him the tear stains clear on your face.

“Ya, I hope you don't find me weird now.” You shook your head no smiling at him.

“That would just be hypocritical of me then.”

“You ha-” Just then there was a loud boom and you felt the house move a bit. You both rushed up the stairs and went to look out a window in the lobby as Robin had the radio on the weather station.

“Looks like Pelican Town is in for some rough weather for tonight. Best to stay indoors with this high winds. You don't know what could be swept up.” You heard the weather say.

“Oh no! Buster! He is still outside.” You rushed towards the door but Sebastian stopped you.

“I’m sure Buster found a place to wait out the storm. There is no way I'm letting you got out in this.” Sebastian stated as he held the door closed.

“He is right,” Robin spoke up as she turned the radio down. “I can’t in good conscience let you go out in this storm. Better go find those extra pillows and blankets. Maru should also have clothes you can wear for the night. Robin moved out from behind the counter and towards the hallway. Sebastian said that you would be in his room as he led you back down to the basement.

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