#he was using it before but he had to make sure everyone knew after the litter change

[kenwio]

Joker's kid! reader : how batfamily would react on them trying to end their life

Route : recovered dove

Please read warnings before reading this one!

If you do not feel like reading it, it's okay! (Spoilers will be at the end of this part) Please have tea or hot cocoa, and read relax 💖 and remember there are people who care and support you 💖 I'll be posting more fluff in future parts

Warnings : heavy topics, mentions of death, implications of self-destructive behavior and suicidal behavior, hurt/comfort, traumatized characters.

Idea for this part from this ask here . I also used this idea for comfort part form here

Author's note : I'm including this part in route: Recovered dove only because I want to show that mental healing of Joker's kid is a long way, it had ups and downs, but in the end they have family who acres about them now.

You don't know what exactly triggered it. Maybe it was the fact that everyone started discussing break out in Arkham asylum instead of the usual breakfast convention, maybe it was how Bruce said he didn't have time for you, maybe it was how Alfred was distant today, so you thought something wrong, maybe it was that Dick ignored you today, maybe it was that Jason's aggressive demeanor when you saw him, maybe it was Tim's comment when you brought him coffee, maybe it was Damian's harshness when you meet him near your room today.

That all made you feel so lost. To see them all being unwelcoming to you again was overwhelming. Is it because your father is free again, and they thought you'd be helping him? Wait if your father is free... he will want you back. You don't want back! No! You don't want to be with him again! You do not want to be experimented on again, be beaten up by him again. You thought it was finally over, that you were taken away from that life, never to return. You thought you found family! Why does he have to ruin your life again? He drove her away from you already, the only person who protected you before Batman and his birds, the only person who was your family before them, your mom ... and now he is doing it again; he is taking your family away again! But were they your family? You thought that Bruce was thinking about you as his own child, you thought that Alfred was proud of your progress, you thought that Dick was happy to spend time with you, you thought that Jason was enjoying your shared reading time, you thought that Tim liked to study with you, you thought that Damian finally accepted you. Were you wrong? Was it all a lie? Did they want to use you as bait for your father? Or did they think you would be able to tell them something about him? Was that a reason why they got close to you? But now that they see they were wrong, and after they made sure you didn't know anything, they decided to drop the act?

Was it all a happy dream that's just ended? If it was a dream, you don't want to wake up to the nightmare of your previous life. You can't take the suffering anymore. You need to make it stop to end it, to end it all.

You didn't know how long you were in you were in your thoughts, when you got up. You wanted to live. The room that became your own, became your safe space now felt like JOKE. You needed to get away from it. You struggled to open the window, as it required much strength from your shaking hands. But you were persistent in your efforts to open it, and in the end window opened. You looked down, it was quite high, and you knew that for your body, which was unlike theirs, weak and fragile, it would be enough. You've seen a grown man die when he fell from his high back in a crime alley, so for you, it will definitely be enough. Oh, crime alley, you don't want to go there. You don't want to return to life with Joker. You stood up on the windowsill, looking at the green grass down, feeling the cold night wind against your skin. Your head felt heavy, ringing in your ears just made it all worse. You took one step, and you felt incredibly calm. You took another step, only to be pulled away from the windowsill on the ground and held up. You didn't register the loud voice, the way someone was shaking you. You just sit there staring at nothing in particular, not even able to cry because of how tired you are.

In the meantime, Damian, the one who pulled you away from the window, had already called everyone and was trying hard to make you snap out of it. Yet it was not helping. When Bruce arrived, he moved Damian, who was looking at you with extreme worry, aside. Bruce recognized your expression; he had seen it before - thousand-yard stare - your own mind was protecting you from whatever you were feeling. As he was trying to help you, holding you against him, trying to soothe you, the rest of the family arrived in your room, seeing scared Damian, worried Bruce, and you... you looked so broken. It was too hard on them all

A few hours later, when you fell asleep after you came to your senses and cried for a while, Bruce and others started figuring out what made you feel this way. And it didn't take long; they are a family of detectives, after all. And this all made them feel really bad, guilty. As it turned out, on this day, you were too unlucky to notice only the bad sides of things.

There wasn't any breakout In Arkham asylum. Turns out, the lead they were investigating turned out to be false. Bruce, indeed, was busy, but he failed to communicate this in the normal way: he only added that he would try to make some only by the time you stepped away, which he didn't notice. Alfred was distant because he had a migraine today, but he still wanted to work around the house; there were too many chores to be done in the Wayne manor. Dick didn't mean to ignore you, he was too tired after his few nights of being up and he just failed to notice your quiet presence, being too busy thinking about his bed. Jason was behaving aggressively because of the lead about break out from Arkham asylum, which was the one that he followed for his case, and since it was false; it took the case he was working on back to square one. Tim actually was mumbling about his case, quietly cursing criminals, and not you; just like Jason, he had too much trouble because of that stupid lead. Damian stepped in at the last second to help you avoid stumbling and falling when you were waking in your room, which resulted in his harshness to you, but you were too deep in your panic to notice that his gaze was more worried than angry. If Damian wouldn't have been worried and decided to check up on you... non of them want to think about it.

They spend night in your room and in the morning, they talked to you, communicating how things actually were the previous day, and expressing how important you were to them.

It was a shock to everyone. Even Bruce thought it was going fine, that your session was working and helping you, that you were feeling safe, and that your relationships with the rest of the family were getting better. And he knew that what happened damaged the whole family because they almost lost you. He regretted that he didn't phrase his words correctly, feeling like he failed to show his care for you. He knew he should have been careful with words, he knows how impactful they can be. And since he said he hadn't got time for you he started making time for you. He wants you to know that he cares for you and he will make time for you wherever you need him. His one daily check-up became 2 check-ups, and when he had more free time, he checked up more. He pays extra attention to you. Even your little sneeze will make him worried to the point of examination in a medbay. He stays with you, and sometimes talks with you, encouraging you to open up and share your opinion and feelings. He tries to lessen the influence of "bad guidelines" (that were with you because of Joker) in your head. He helps you talk through your feelings, helps you show them and process them. He reminds you that you are cared for now. And he promises that he will protect you. After hearing you out, learning your fears and insecurities, and when he learned out that most of all you are afraid to go by your father's way, he promises you that he will do everything in his power to prevent you from taking this way. Bruce wants you to be happy, to make good memories. You already got unlucky with your father, who made you experience hell, but Bruce will try to be the best Dad he can for you.

Alfred felt so guilty. He knew you needed care, but he was distracted. He feels like he let you down, by forgetting how fragile and sensitive you are. He knew you were struggling; he had seen it himself. If only he had paid you more attention. But Alfred, better than anyone else, knows that he shouldn't be focusing on the past; he needs to work on the present, and he needs to make sure you feel better. He makes sure to make you more happy while he can. It's always your favorite tea at the tea time you share, with his cookies, of course, which he bakes with you from time to time. It's always your comfort shows or documentaries on TV when you two watch something. He also makes sure no one dares to make you feel uncomfortable, even if it will make him look around like Hawk. But Alfred understands that he can't always be around; that's exactly why he makes sure that he teaches you at least a few techniques that would be able to help with worry and anxiety, and he practices them with you. You are his little star, who may be really quiet but still efficiently lights up his days, and he doesn't want to lose you. When you share that you are afraid your family will reject you, he personally goes to everyone, making sure that they won't be saying something that contains a message. He wants to see you all grown up and happy in the end; he will work hard to make sure your life in Manor will be good.

Even when Dick just heard how Damian called for help for you, he felt shocked, what to say when he saw and understood the situation. What do you mean his baby sibling tried to make their life end when he was blissfully unaware, sleeping in his old room? How? What he missed? Just a few days before, you seemed on your way to becoming the happy sunshine of a kid, and now that has happened? He is your older brother and he missed all the singes?! He needs to sit down. It's too hard to accept this version of reality for him. The reality is that he can lose another member of the family. He knows what it is like to lose a sibling, and he will never want to experience it or feel this pain again. And knowing that it's you who tried to end your life makes it all worse. He tries to understand what pushed you, trying to see what he can do to prevent this from happening. He also tries to distract you from all the negativity in your life with quality time and different activities. The incident shook him hard, and while he hoped to introduce you to cuddles differently, he had to do it now. He needs to make sure you are close, still warm, still safe, still alive. And it seemed like cuddling with him made you calmer; you didn't even realize how touch-starved you were until then. It became a sort of comforting ritual for both of you, cuddling, sometimes just cuddling, sometimes while watching something. While cuddling he often says sweet words of reassurance to you. And while he knows he can't stay in Manor forever, he makes sure you know that he is always here for you, just a call away.

Jason was mad at himself for allowing himself to snap at you earlier. He feels incredible guilt that he was the reason that you were in that state. For a few days after, he could only watch you in your room or living room until he talked about his feelings and the incident (how he calls it because he can't speak that out loud, it physically hurts him to admit it) with Bruce and Dick. He started slowly approaching you, continuing your reading sessions, but also, sometimes, he decided just to start talking with you. He shares with you his experiences in the crime alley, and you share yours; you both know that only you two in the whole family could understand the full horror of this place, and that's aside from the fact that both of you know the full horror of Joker. He says to you that you'll never become like him, because he sees you are different. Jason tries to comfort you, yet he knows he is not ideal in it, but he is willing to try as much as he can just for you. He can understand that you feel lonely; he can only imagine how lonely you get when all the family is busy with vigilante work. It got him thinking, remembering. He remembers times when he was still Robin, and sometimes, when he got hurt, he stayed in his room alone, and. he hated it. Back when Dick gifted him a plushie of a bat, and now, in another attempt to comfort you, he brings this old plushie to you. He tells you that this plushie kept him company and protected him from everything bad, and now it will protect you, and now you'll never be alone anymore; your family's love will be here for you.

Tim was second after Damian to arrive in your room. This sight horrified him. He just froze, in shock. For once, he didn't know how to act or what to do. After everyone made sure you were okay, and his brain began working again, he started to do what he knew best - investigating and researching to find ways of how to help you, trying them with you in the meantime. Art therapy? He tried to hold a few sessions with you. Special games? You both alredy beating third one. Special music? Here is his player, listen when you want. He becomes more attentive to you, noticing every little detail. He knows as a person who likes studies like him, you would want to learn more about your mental health and how to care about yours. He found a way to explain the basics of it all to you in a way that is easier for you to understand, and only when she reads articles (that he chose, of course) about mental health and coping mechanisms. You want to cuddle with him while reading? Good, he will do it (he is happy that Dick showed you how to cuddle and totally not jealous). You want to stay with him while he works? Okay, sure, he is here for you. He makes sure you can ask him anything; he reminds you that you are safe with him and with others. So when you ask about Arkham and your father there he makes sure to show you that Arkham is hard to get out (even if it's not true).

Damian didn't like how it felt to see you on the windowsill. He doesn't like how it feels to see you in this state. He doesn't like fear. But fear made one thing clear: he cares about you. He hadn't understood how important you became until that incident happened. You are his sibling, and even if he did not choose you, even if he was against the idea of you being in the family at first, now he knows you held a place in this family like everyone else. And now he knows that he will do everything in his power to make you safe; he will protect you even from yourself. He asked Bruce to install precautions in your room. He follows you like your shadow everywhere you go. He makes sure that there is no danger in your way. He checks up on how you sleep after patrols. He makes sure to be nicer when he is around you, and he heads to ask Father, Pennyworth, and Grayson how exactly to behave around you. He joins in Tim the research of ways for you to cope with traumas or ways to comfort you, and when he sees articles about how communicating with animals improves mental health, he brings Titus to you, and when he goes for walks with Titis he makes sure to take you on them too since he also found out that walks improve mental health, and since it's walking with Titus it's beneficial in double. He protects you and he cares for you even if he struggles with proving it

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Spoiler:

Next chapter connected to this (click here) and after that I'll finally write about Joker's kid! reader hair dyeing adventures

[channiesbakery]

fan account —

prompt / request — minghao finds your old fan account, and finds out that it wasn’t for him

pairing — fan!reader + boyfriend!minghao

word count — 923

genre — fluff

when you and minghao first started dating, you’d mentioned that you had a fan account before meeting him. you’d asked him if he wanted to see it but he declined and it never really came up again.

until today.

you’re just on your couch, peacefully reading your book when your usually calm boyfriend barges into the apartment.

“babe, we need to talk,” minghao states and you sit up, thinking it was a serious conversation.

“is everything okay?” you ask, seeing the serious look on his face. “no! nothing is okay! how could you!” minghao exclaims and now you’re really worried, trying to figure out what you’d done.

“what exactly did i do…” you trail off, not able to think of anything you’d done wrong recently. unless he was mad that you didn’t put the laundry away immediately or make the bed as neatly this morning. you knew your boyfriend liked everything to be neat and tidy but surely he couldn’t be this mad about that.

“i was just peacefully scrolling on my instagram explore page today when a certain fan account popped up,” minghao starts to explain, pacing the room a little.

“they posted a nice photo spread of my photo cards with a pretty tea set so i decided to stalk their page–”

“you stalk your fan’s accounts?” you raise an eyebrow, cutting him off. “i like to see my fan’s creativity. that’s not the point! anyways, i realize that this entire account is pretty much 90% dedicated to hoshi,” minghao says.

“and what’s worse is that i continued scrolling through it to find a photo of you! my girlfriend!” he exclaims.

“wait, this is why you’re upset? because you found my old fan account? babe, i told you about this when we started dating and i even asked if you wanted to see it,” you remind him.

“I’m not upset about the account. I’m upset that it’s dedicated to kwon soonyoung!” your boyfriend clarifies and you can’t help but be amused.

“seriously? it’s not that big a deal, babe. i has that account before we started dating– hell, before we even met,” you shrug, picking your book back up.

“okay but why hoshi?” he practically whines. “he was my bias back then–”

“he was your what?!” minghao gasps. “you biased hoshi? kwon soonyoung? hoshi?” he just stares at you.

“jealous?” you tease. “you biased him? your bias is a furry!” minghao gapes at you. “why did you even have so many photo cards of his,” he asks.

“okay it wasn’t my fault i always ended up pulling his photo cards in albums,” you shrug. “you should’ve sold them. and bought mine instead,” minghao states, his expression dead serious.

“aren’t you the one who tells your fans not to buy photo cards?” you give him a look. “this is different! you’re my girlfriend and you’re collecting a furry’s photo cards,” he argues.

“in my defense, i wasn’t your girlfriend when i was collecting him. besides, it’s not like hoshi’s the only one i posted on that account! I posted spreads for pretty much everyone, including you! it was just mostly hoshi and jeonghan because they were my biases,” you point out.

“oh great, so you biased the guy who thinks he’s a tiger and the one who has a pet rock,” he says dryly.

“i might’ve biased them but you’re the one I’m in love with now,” you assure him, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“so… where is your photo card binder?” he questions after pulling away and you raise an eyebrow at him. “you are not burning my collection,” you warn.

“i wasn’t going to burn it. i was going to sell it. and then use that money to buy you photo cards of me,” he corrects.

“it’s okay babe, i don’t need a photo card of you when i have the real thing,” you tell him, kissing him again before you focus back on your book.

you think minghao lets it go after that but you’re proven wrong a few weeks later when they have their comeback.

he comes home with a gift bag for you, making you raise an eyebrow. “shouldn’t i be the one giving you a gift to celebrate your comeback, not the other way around?” you ask but happily accept the gift.

he watches as you pulled out every album version. you don’t realize that the plastic seal had been broken on all of them as you open it.

you open the first album, checking your photo card pulls as your boyfriend watched with a smirk on his face.

“oh my god, all three hao’s? i don’t think I’ve ever pulled only one member before,” you say, setting down the three different photo cards of your boyfriend.

it wasn’t until you opened the carat version that you realized your boyfriend had done something.

“seriously?” you give him a look when you flip the photo cards to reveal, once again, all of his. plus the carat binder was also his.

“i guess you’ve lost your hoshi luck, honey. you got lucky pulling all of mine,” hao says innocently.

he watches as you pick up your phone, expecting you to take a photo of your pulls but instead he sees you tapping on it, most likely texting someone.

“who are you texting?” he asks and you look up at him. “hoshi. to ask for his photo cards,” you say, dead serious.

“hey! i posed cutely for all of my photo cards just for you and you still want his?”

[markleessodalite]

They Can Hear Us...: n.jm

content: bf!jaemin drags you to an event you don't really want to attend, so you try to devise an escape plan... but he's not one to be fooled.

warnings: fem!reader, lots and lots of kisses, maybe a tiny bit suggestive(?) but mostly just fluff, nothing else to warn about afaik

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i had a mini hoard of drabbles that i was saving to post later, but i've read over them so much to the point where now i hate every single one :/ but n e waiz i got some extra days off work this upcoming week and i'm hoping to do NOTHING but write the whole time :3 (also if you're one of the anons who sent in requests i promise i'm gonna get to those asap!!!)

“Jaemin! Stop. I mean it!” you half-heartedly scold your boyfriend, although your soft tone and light giggles clearly indicate a message that’s opposite to the words leaving your lips.

Jaemin plants another teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Hmm, are you sure?” He kisses the tip of your nose, then your cheek, making his way down your jaw and to your exposed shoulder as he laces his fingers with yours. “Seems like you kinda like it, huh? Love this dress, by the way.” His free hand rubs gentle lines along your back, with only just enough restraint to not mess up the delicate fabric of your one-shoulder gown.

You knew he loved this dress, particularly how you look in this dress, which is exactly why you wore it to this gala. You weren’t especially excited to be here, but Jaemin was over the moon eager to take you, show you off to everyone else there, his girlfriend who looks like an absolute princess under ballroom lights with her arm linked in his. Of course, you knew that after about 5 minutes of you in this dress, he wouldn’t be able to focus on whatever charity event is going on around you two– which is how you’ve found yourself hidden in an offshoot hallway, Jaemin cornering you against the wall, planting light and playful (but very obviously needy) kisses anywhere his lips can reach.

Hey, it got you out of sitting at that boring table with those boring people listening to that boring speaker, right? All part of your coy little plan.

The only sound filling your ears now is your own soft giggles against Jaemin’s low chuckles and whispers, with him now developing a game to entertain himself with: trying to find that one particular spot that will drive you crazy.

“Here?” He plants a kiss behind your ear.

“Nope.” You bite down on your lip to stifle any noise that could possibly slip through. You may be vaguely hidden, but you’re definitely still within earshot of the rest of the gala.

“Mmm. Then… here?” He hovers around the middle of your neck before leaving another kiss.

“No…” You can’t help the giggle that slips through your teeth.

“Okay… what about… here?” He leaves a kiss in the nook between the bottom of your neck and your collarbone, before biting down teasingly, drawing a squeal from you before you can catch it.

“Jaemin!” You can’t help but laugh, amused at Jaemin’s quick victory in his own game.

“Shh! Y/n, you know they can hear us…” Jaemin buries his face further in your neck, and you look over him to see the silhouettes of the other guests, turning their attention from the monotone speaker to figure out what direction the hushed giggles are coming from.

Here it is. Exactly the opportunity you need to convince him to go home.

“Then why don’t we go somewhere they can’t hear us, Jaem?”

He lifts his head from your shoulder to look in your eyes, and you know right away he sees through your little escape plan. And he’s not falling for it.

“No. I kinda like this little game. Round two? Let’s see if you can keep quiet, babe.” He smirks proudly at your shocked face before his lips crash into your neck again, and you realize he’ll play this game he’s made up for as long as this gala lasts. Can you handle Jaemin teasing you for several more hours without making a sound?

[sweetascherry1]

I’ll be watching you — Lee Byung-hun

Description: Over the years your fans has slowly watched you and Lee Byung-Hun fall in love. They finally get to see you guys working on a project together for the first time since G.I. JOE. What even better? The promotion for the Netflix hit Squid Games.

Parings: Lee Byung-Hun x Actor F!Reader

Warnings: Some use of Y/N.

2013 G.I. JOE Retaliation Promotion.

The bright lights of the cameras shined on you and your co-star, while the interviewer asked you basic questions.

“So how did the two of you feel with this new casting. Mr Lee who had already played in the original G.I. Joe movie and you who has just now made her debut.”

You look to Byung-hun silently pleading for him to take on the question first. Luckily one look your way and he knew your silent question. Something you had found yourself grateful for.

“The entire cast is full of amazing actors, who are so caring and gentle.” Slowly you felt your nails picking at your cuticles as you thought of your answer. “I had a lot of fun working with these guys — and everyone on the crew makes it so fun.”

You didn’t noticed at first, and honestly neither did the interviewer. He was so slick with the way he slid his hand into yours, stopping your bad habit. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before you answering as encouragement.

Your voice didn’t waver as you let the warmth of his hand bring you back to earth.

“Working on a project this big, with these actors who I truly admire is something I’m so excited about. This my ‘debut’ and it’s crazy to me that this is all really real.”

Before the interviewer could ask his next question Byung-hun didn’t think before keeping your conversation going. Helping your nerves.

“Going Hollywood is definitely something that is nerve wracking. I remember how crazy the whole thing was for me.”

Your little smile at him made the fans go crazy when the video came out. The hand holding, and little gentle reassurances he would do throughout the entire thing was something fans couldn’t get enough of as they would re-watch it over and over.

—

Photos flashed everywhere, blinding you as you stepped onto the movie premiere. Your dress was gorgeous, just like you. Your hair and makeup styled perfectly, you had honestly felt like a princess.

And in true prince fashion, Byung-hun stepped in when he saw you picking as your nails again.

Smiling at the photographers, he grabbed your hand. Leaning down to whisper in your ear; “your hands are too pretty to mess up. Squeeze mine instead.”

When he straightened his posture, and smiled once again for the cameras, as if nothing happened, you couldn’t help but think maybe that’s when you first felt it.

Devotion, wrapped in admiration.

He had helped you so much with your anxiety, some would say it was inevitable to favor him. “Thank you.” All he did was simply squeeze your hand back.

The blinding lights going crazy over the hand holding. Surely it would cause rumors, but for once you didn’t let it get to your head. Simply holding his hand instead.

—

For Lee Byung-hun, he had only thought of you as a co-worker. While your admiration for the man was so obvious, he couldn’t help but thing it was a silly crush you had because he helped you in tough situations.

He kept it professional, denying at friend invites you sent him, or any drink you’d offer him. Though he changed perspectives after watching you most recent single interview.

“Many of your fans are interested with your relationship with your co-star Lee Byung-hun. Can you elaborate on it?”

Truth was you felt nervous at this question, you didn’t know the right way to answer. Though you knew you wanted to be honest and not let the rumors continue, even if it may disappoint some.

“Ah, well truth be told there is no relationship I can really explain. This movie is the first time I’ve had such a big role.

While filming, it’s true I had quite a few scenes with Storm Shadow, more often than not. While filming those scenes I’d watch the way Lee Byung-hun embodied his character.

It was something I was truly impressed about, and so since our characters were so intwined with each other — we were paired for most promotional videos.”

You took a deep breath before continuing, grateful that the interviewer didn’t interrupt.

“During our first promo video, I was extremely nervous. This is such a big film and I was so in my head — seeing this my co-working held my hand to help with my anxiety.

People who support me loved it. Was all for it, but all it was, was him helping a co-worker out. The same thing happened at the movie premiere.

While on that carpet my heart was pounding and he was there to offer support. That’s all, the rest is rumors. I simple just admire him and someone to learn from.”

You felt a little shaky but ultimately felt better after clearing air. In your eyes Mr Lee Byung-Hun was uncomfortable about the rumors. That’s why he wouldn’t ever socialize much with you, so you had felt proud of yourself for putting an end to it.

On the other hand, him hearing you say you only admire him from a person to learn from had hit him hard. A person he knew actually looked up to him. It was an honor, one he had became proud of.

So when he saw you next, he didn’t beat around the bush.

“I’m a person you admire?” You didn’t have a crush on him like he originally thought, and that’s the moment he wanted you be your friend.

That’s the moment he had devotion towards you. Devotion wrapped in friendship.

—

Your final cast interview. It was a long experience, but an unforgettable one. This whole movie had became something you truly loved, cast included.

“Each of you will read out a card, and say the answer within ten seconds. If you get it, you’ll gain points. Whoever has most wins.”

A simple game to finish it off. Easy peasy.

To the right of you, Dwayne went first. “In ten words, explain the film.” He read off before hurrying to put ten words out.

“Cobra.” One finger up. “Escapes.” Another. “While. Joes. That. Are. Left. Fight. Back.” One last word, but just before he could think of it — getting stuck the timer went off.

The whole crew laughed at his disappointment, and then next was your turn.

“I’m nervous.” You gave one deep breath before reading out your card. “Why should you watch the new movie.”

One. Two. “Have you seen this cast?” Five. Six. “Just look at Dwayne’s muscles.” Everyone laughed.

Dwayne got a little red, causing a little teasing. It was a good moment, a happy moment. So why was Byung-hun laughing?

In fact as it was a viral clip, not you teasing Dwayne, no it was Lee Byung-hun reaction that was viral.

“Have you seen this cast?” Byung-hun kept his entire focus on you, not even looking away once when you spoke. In fact throught most of the interview, he barely paid anyone else much attention. “Just look at Dwayne’s muscles.”

A bitter feeling bubbler under his skin, as he felt his blood hot. His jaw visibly clenched, as he glared at the man in question. Before looking you up as down, his fist the next to clench. Not a single laugh leaving his lips let alone a smile.

It went very viral, and Lee Byung-hun didn’t even try to deny what they were saying. Jealousy, yes. Though it wasn’t because he was romantically interested. He just felt a sense of belonging over you. Not in a toxic way, or at least not in his eyes.

Truth be told you only mentioned to him simply because you didn’t want him to be mad at you.

“What that video going around about?” A simple question. He was in your living room, laying down on your lap, eyes closed while you mindlessly scrolled through instagram.

Instantly he knew what you were talking about and once again he didn’t defend himself.

“I didn’t like how you mentioned him.”

“His muscles.”

A scoff slipped past his lips, “I have those too, you know?” He sat up, and didn’t hesitate to lift his shirt up to show you. His abs briefly capturing your full attention.

“Yea but there’s already enough rumors about us.” That was true, and he knew that but he just didn’t care.

“Let them talk.” He brushed a hair out your face, “we’re friends, and friends go over co-workers.”

Friends, neither of you doubted the word. But we’re friends so devoted to one another? So admirable to the other? So protective? Yet the word was never doubted.

—

Over the years

Over the years, neither of you worked on a project again. That didn’t matter, your friendship was still so ever strong.

Often at each other’s house, getting food, attending events. All your fans had was an occasional post about the other.

Once you posted putting a pretty pink bow in his hair, his face was in complete annoyance.

“Byung-hun. Look at me!” He knew you had your phone recording and he debated on weather or not to snatch before looking at you. Ultimately he settled for a glare.

“My pretty princess.” Oh he just might kill you. His head tilted as suddenly you felt a little hotter as he look up at you. Like he was going to devour you alive. “Princess? I’m the one that pampers you—“ before he could continue the video went black.

It was a fond memory of your and you had posted it. As expected whenever a post involving the other popped up it blew up.

Though his comment made even more chaos. As he so much loves to do. No joke, before he made the comment he laid on your bedroom floor breaking silence as he watched the video.

“How can I make this more chaotic.” You couldn’t help but sigh at him.

I dream so often of shutting your mouth. Any ideas?

It went crazy. Then again you’ve done that before, comment a wild thing on his post.

For instance, he posted a picture of himself sweating. Chain dangling (one you got him) and a devilish smile.

Have my kids, I’ll never talk back.

Yea?

You had purposely also sent him a private audio message, cat calling him.

The uproar your fans had, oh well let’s just say many articles broke out.

It was honestly fun, watching your fans want something so bad and just dangle it. Made the two of you feel euphoric on the power.

Yet that wasn’t the only thing you two had found euphoric.

Eventually at one point the two of decided to drink and drink. None of you think before you both crossed a line that was already so faded.

You kissed, and then kissed. Until you ending up the next morning both naked in bed.

The two of you decided for the best that none of it ever happen again, but even though you didn’t — it doesn’t mean you two forgot. In fact neither of you can look at wine the same.

Though, y’all’s restraint fell apart eventually as the two of you kept ending up in each other’s bed.

Most people wouldn’t be shocked if they knew, but oh the two of you were dumbfounded on why you guys could resist each other.

So began your friends with benefits era. A classic.

As that era ended, you both realized you had wanted more, so eventually causal dating was the next step for the two of you. In private of course.

—

Promotion of squid games

You and Byung-Hun both sat in front of cameras. Each looking at fan made videos. It was nice to see such creativity, or that what you thought going into this.

As the first video played, with weird dancing and animation, you couldn’t understand how Byung-Hun could keep a straight face.

“That was for sure… interesting.” The side eye you gave him, and then the camera was definitely clipped.

“I feel wrong.” Is all you had simply said. Which was true. “Definitely love the work put into this, and I think it’s cool how people made this. Just… not my cup of tea.”

A few more weird videos broke out, and some nice one with people singing the theme song, and etc.

The next fan video was an edit of the two of you. Simply just watching each other as the lyrics in the video played. Romantics clearly intended.

It didn’t surprise the two of you. Byung-hun turned his head to you, laughing a little.

“You know, a lot of our fans watched this show for us being in a film together. Yet our characters actually despise the other.” Your smile felt contagious to him as you laughed back.

“Are we the problem?”

The man simply nodded his head back before the two of you watched the next video.

—

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—

Lie detector interview.

“We are going to give you a set of questions, please answer yes or no.”

Nerves picked at your skin as your watch Byung-hun opposite from you.

They would start with true or false trivia, before going into more detail questions. He gave you a reassuring smile before reading out the first words.

“Is your name really Y/N?” Easy. “Yes.” The detector person gave a thumbs up and he went onto the next question.

“Is it true that you play in squid games season 2?” Another easy one. “Yes.” One more true or false. “Is it true you are very nervous?” The look you gave him was the most ‘duh’ bratty attitude ever.

“Yes.”

“Okay, now onto the actual questions.” He looked down at his card, almost laughing before reading it out to you.

“Have you ever injured yourself on the set of squid games?” You knew exactly what he was thinking about, and it took you a moment not to laugh as well.

“During one of my earlier scenes, I was drinking wine, that I thought was grape juice.” Byung-hun placed a card over his growing smile as you continued. “Well no one actually thought I was drinking actual wine. Nor did I. So I ended up getting a little flushed and tripped off my chair spraining my ankle.”

Amusement wouldn’t even began the joy your co-star had as he remembered the day he carried you back to your trailer.

“Did you have to learn Korean for this film.”

You tilted your head as you thought about it. “I didn’t learn it for this film, but I had learned it a while ago to surprise you because I felt bad you had to translate your thoughts before saying them.”

Lee Byung-hun remembers the first time you spoke to him in Korean. In fact he thinks that was the moment he fell in love with you.

You two had become the definition of she fell first but he fell harder.

You use to mess up so much, and he always loved it. Now you’re pretty fluent but he loves the moments where you ask him for help.

“Tell me more about your character.”

“I play a foreign player, that is intended to remind Gi-Hun about Ali. When I get into the games lots of drama, funny and stressful things begins to happen. I don’t wanna spoil it.”

“Well you passed!” As your began to unhook yourself from the machine, “not a single lie.”

“Not like I could.” You would rather be seen as the honest person you were anyways.

You had asked your co star similar questions but one was a heavily asked fan question.

“What’s your relationship with Co-Star Y/N L/N.” Even you began to feel nervous. Dating. You two were dating and had went a very long time keeping your confirmed relationship private.

But, as you both looked at each other you both knew there wasn’t a point in keeping things a secret.

“Dating.”

Let’s just say the PR for squid game was better than gold.

A/N: I have so many WIP, but no motivation to finish them 😭. So this is my very half attempt to get out of this writing slump! Otherwise I might go insane.

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I Spy | Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black reader

Warnings: Dark themes & explicit smut (18+) – dom/sub dynamics, power play, voyeurism kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, edging, rough sex, choking, spitting, hair pulling. Use of pet names (Daddy, Princess, Sweetheart, Baby, Good girl) and aftercare } Everything is consensual, but read at your own risk.

Summary: Terry Richmond is a protector—his wife’s safety, comfort, and pleasure are always his top priority. So, when he installed security cameras around their home, she thought nothing of it. That is, until one night, when her impatience gets the better of her, and Terry calls at just the right moment. How did he know what she was doing? More importantly—what is he going to do about it?

Word count: 3K

a/n: i fear i may never get sick of writing dark fics with terry 🤭🤭

The world saw Terry Richmond as a man of discipline, a protector, a security expert who made a living out of keeping people safe. His job required precision, foresight, and the ability to stay ten steps ahead of everyone else.

It was a skill set that bled into every aspect of his life—especially when it came to her.

To outsiders, he was the devoted husband, the kind of man who took care of everything so his wife didn’t have to. A provider, a leader, a steady hand to hold in a world that never stopped spinning. But behind closed doors? That carefully curated image cracked just enough to reveal something deeper, something darker.

Because Terry didn’t just protect—he controlled.

He never had to demand obedience, never had to force her submission. That wasn’t how their dynamic worked. He made sure she had everything she needed, took every burden off her shoulders, so all she ever had to do was be good for him. She was independent, of course, but not when it came to him. Not in the ways that mattered.

And she loved it.

Maybe she didn’t realise just how much, but Terry did.

The cameras in their home were supposed to be for protection. A necessary precaution—especially given his line of work. At least, that’s what he told her. And she never questioned it, never really thought about the way his eyes seemed to be on her at all times.

How he always knew things he shouldn’t.

How he’d casually mention the way she liked to stretch after a shower, in their bedroom, alone.

How he’d remind her to drink water, to take a break, even when he wasn’t home.

Little things. Tiny, insignificant moments that should’ve been easy to brush off.

And yet, every now and then, she’d jokingly accuse him of knowing everything.

And every single time, Terry would just smirk.

Terry was at work when the doorbell camera notification pinged on his phone. A routine check—he already knew who it was. His wife. Home.

He watched as she stepped inside, her shoulders sunken, bearing the weight of the day. His jaw tensed. Terry watched, letting his eyes track each motion, each flex of muscle, each quiet sigh as she exhaled the stress of the day. He made a mental note to stop by the store—flowers, wine, something to make her smile.

His eyes stayed locked on the screen as she moved through the house, each step methodical, shedding layers as she went. Bag down. Shoes off. Jewellery unfastened. Then, without pause, she stripped away the first layer of clothing and made a beeline for the shower.

A smirk played at his lips. Switching feeds.

Bedroom feed. Ensuite door left open. Perfect view.

Steam curled past the frame, misting over the lens, but not enough to block his view. After so many years together, she could still bring him to his knees, take his breath away like it was the first time. Stunning.

The water cascaded over her skin, gliding down the soft slope of her shoulders, rolling over her curves, tracing lines he had memorised by touch. Awe and jealousy twisted in his gut. Watching the way the droplets stroke along her body, touching places before he could, had his fingers flexing over his thigh.

She was relaxing now—he could see it in the way her muscles unwound, the tension draining from her limbs with the rising steam. And then…

Her hands started to wander.

Innocent at first—dragging over the length of her arms, fingertips gracing her collarbones, down her chest, ghosting over the peaks of her nipples, following the curve of her waist, down the expanse of her thighs to the soft heat nestled between them.

Terry’s trance faltered. His breath stilled.

Would she?

His jaw flexed as he watched her fingers tease at her entrance, skimming the sensitive flesh - a mere whisper of a touch.

But then as if she knew, as if she felt his eyes on her through the lens her fingers halted.

Just like that, she continued the rest of her shower.

Terry exhaled slowly, heat curling in his gut. Good girl.

He would definitely reward her tonight.

Terry watched as she left the shower, her skin glistening and soft, her routine precise and practiced. His fingers itched to replace the ones that gently massaged the oil into her body, but there was a soft warmth he felt in seeing her more relaxed now—more content than she had been when she first walked through the door. His shift was nearly over, and though he had done his best to be patient, the pressure in his trousers told him how badly he wanted her. He couldn’t wait. Not with the way his dick was fighting against the fabric.

He saw her stretch out on the bed, melting into the soft sheets, her expression a mix of contemplation and need—something that made Terry pause, unable to fully read her through the tiny screen. He wondered what thoughts had crept into her mind, but that question was quickly answered. She parted her thighs, giving in to the pressure he couldn’t see but always felt. The same motion she had started in the shower, now continuing in the sanctuary of their bed.

All thoughts of reward and praise left his mind in that instant. This... this was a challenge. And a betrayal. And he wasn’t going to let it slide. Not with the way she had been so damn careless.

He kept his focus on the live feed, watching, unable to tear his gaze away from her as she touched herself. He wanted to reach through the screen, stop her, punish her. Instead, he called her.

The frustration was evident on her face as his call interrupted her, the satisfaction on her features faltering. But then she recognised the name on the screen, and a soft smile replaced her frustration. She thought it was a casual check-in, a harmless conversation with her husband. But Terry wasn’t here for pleasantries anymore.

He teased her at first, coaxing her into comfort, his voice soft, like he hadn’t just watched her betray him in their own home.

“How’s my girl doing?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual. “What’s on your mind?”

She responded, her voice softer now, already losing some of the tension she had held when he first interrupted her. Terry let her settle into the illusion of normalcy.

But he couldn’t help himself. His gaze hardened. The possessiveness that surged through him made his next words come out sharp, laced with that commanding tone she knew all too well.

“Are you enjoying touching what’s mine, my love?” he asked, the heat of his voice sending a ripple through her. “Too greedy to wait until I get home?”

Her breath hitched at his words, a flicker of shame— or was it excitement?—crossing her face as her mind caught up with her actions.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Terry continued, his voice lowering, predatory. “I have something to fix that impatience.”

With that, he cut the call, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

She sat up, dumbfounded, her mind reeling as she pieced things together. How did he know what she was doing? He always had a sixth sense about everything, from the mundane to the extreme. She used to joke that he had eyes at the back of his head or that there were cameras everywhere—but maybe that wasn’t just a joke anymore.

All she could do now was wait. Wait and see what was in store.

Terry came home, taking his time. He barely acknowledged her presence as he entered their bedroom, heading straight into the en-suite. If she didn’t know any better, she might’ve thought he was angry with her. But she knew better. She knew how much he loved her—too much to ever stay angry for long. No, this wasn’t about anger. This was about something else. Disobedience. That’s what he couldn’t tolerate.

She squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, her anticipation rising as she waited for him to finish his shower. Right on cue, he emerged, dressed in nothing but a towel. The sight of him—drenched, glistening, and radiating confidence—took her breath away. She couldn’t help but drink him in, her gaze lingering on the defined muscles of his chest, the water still clinging to his skin. They were both greedy, in a way. Him for being so impossibly handsome, and her for having him all to herself. That was exactly how she liked it.

His voice broke her idle reverie, smooth and knowing, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, as if he could read her thoughts. "So, do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked, the mockery clear in his tone.

She knew there was no good answer, no way to make it right, so she chose to stay silent. Her heart raced. Her pulse quickened. She waited for him to make his move.

He tilted his head, his eyes darkening with that signature dominance of his. "No? That’s fine. I did say I have a cure for your impatience." His voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge to it now. "You have a scratch to itch? That’s fine, sweetheart. You’re going to do just that. Here. Now. Until I say stop."

She held her breath, his words settling into the heavy air between them. "And since you’ve taken on that silent streak, I’ll take it as a yes. Not that you would ever say no to Daddy."

Terry's control was absolute. He dragged the chair from the vanity, positioning it at the foot of the bed, where he had the perfect view of her centre. His gaze flicked between her, observing every response she gave him—her parted lips, chest rising and falling with each breath, the curl of her toes. He ignored her pleas, focused instead on the sight of her slowly falling apart in front of him.

The thrill of the moment wasn’t enough for him to rush. He slowly stroked himself, his fist working over his length with an even pace. He was in no hurry. Watching her unfold, helpless to stop her own reactions, was enough.

Her attention shifted when she heard a low groan pass from his lips. She blinked, eyes drawn to the bead of pre-cum that pooled at the tip of his cock, a perfect drop dribbling down the shaft. His balls rested heavy on his thighs, and their eyes locked—an unspoken understanding between them, the tension palpable. The game was his, and he played it to perfection.

Terry’s voice broke the silence, a playful yet possessive tone dripping from each word. "You wanna watch, don’t you, baby? See what you can’t have until I decide."

Her breath quickened, and her chest heaved as she clenched the sheets tighter. The sound of his voice, mixed with the image of him touching himself so slowly, made her insides ache. She could feel her orgasm building, every inch of her body begging to release. But Terry wasn’t finished with her yet.

When she tried to stop, thinking she could control the situation, he halted her attempt with a firm command. “Now, I know I might be asking a lot from that pretty head of yours, but until you hear me say stop, you don’t.”

He moved to her side, kneeling between her legs, his gaze soft yet dark. Her pulse quickened as the reality of what was about to unfold hit her. She had no idea what he was planning, but she knew it wouldn’t be gentle.

Her climax was building, more intense now with his eyes on her, the thrill of being watched making it so much more unbearable.

Terry’s hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head back as he stared into her eyes. Her breath hitched, the air thick with the weight of his control. She was trembling, the effects of his teasing leaving her both desperate and afraid of what was to come next. He hadn’t given her permission to speak, but her lips parted nonetheless, desperate for something—anything—to release the pressure that had built inside her.

Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body fighting the urge to writhe under his touch. She knew he wouldn’t let her go until he’d fully reminded her who was in charge.

Terry’s smirk deepened, watching her struggle with the flood of sensations. "Good girls don’t beg, sweetheart. But you? You’ve been nothing but greedy. You’re gonna finish what you started, and you’re gonna do it right. Under my control. Understand?"

Her body was still, her eyes pleading with him, but no words left her lips. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak—it was that she didn’t need to. He knew.

"Perfect," he murmured, his fingers moving down her body to stroke her folds, his touch slow and deliberate. She gasped, unable to hold back the soft sounds as he teased her. His other hand, still holding her jaw, forced her to keep her eyes on him, keeping her attention firmly on his every movement.

His eyes never left hers as he slid his hand back down to her body, his thumb circling her clit with torturous slowness. The sensation was overwhelming, but his control was absolute. Every inch of her body screamed to come undone, but he was in charge.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her skin slick with sweat as the pressure inside her built higher. She couldn’t hold it anymore. Her orgasm threatened to tear through her, but just as she reached the brink, he pulled away, a deep chuckle escaping his lips as he watched her squirm in frustration.

“Now, Princess,” he purred, his voice dripping with that predatory tone she knew all too well. “I’m not sure which I want first—a thank you or an apology?”

Confusion flickered across her face, and he smirked, knowing she hadn’t quite grasped his intentions. “Now you know I take care of you in every way I can, and I do a damn good job at it too,” he continued, his eyes darkening with the hint of a challenge. “So why’d you think it was a good idea to take that from me, huh?”

Her head spun, but his words cut through the haze, her body reacting before she could form any sort of coherent thought. The sharp bite of his dominance pierced through her, the sting of humiliation mingling with her need. Her face flushed, the power dynamic flipping in an instant.

Terry moved to her side, pulling her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. His voice dropped, commanding her attention. "It's time to remind you who you belong to."

His hands slid over her body, his grip firm and possessive. He didn’t give her a chance to protest, pulling her into his lap as he thrust inside her, every movement rough and deliberate. She moaned loudly, the feel of him filling her driving her wild with need.

"Don’t forget who owns this," he growled, thrusting deeper, harder. "You’re mine, and don’t you dare forget it."

His thrusts were relentless, punishing in their intensity. He filled her, the connection between them now absolute. As he fucked her harder, faster, he pulled her hair back, forcing her to look him in the eyes as he claimed her fully.

“Don’t fight it,” he commanded, his breath ragged. “You’re mine, baby. Always.”

As the aftershocks of their climax rippled through her, Terry didn’t let go of her right away. His hand moved to her face, brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her skin, his touch gentle despite the fierceness that had just passed between them. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, soft but unwavering, as he cupped her cheek in his large palm.

"You're okay," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, soothing her with each pass. His voice was no longer rough with dominance, but warm with the comfort she desperately needed. His presence grounded her, reminded her that she was safe. She nodded slowly, her breath still unsteady, but his words had calmed the storm inside her.

He pulled her closer, guiding her to rest her head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear lulling her into a sense of calm. She breathed deeply, trying to steady her pulse, his hands gently massaging her back, easing the tension out of her.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You always do. But listen to me now, alright?"

She blinked, nodding against his chest, eyes fluttering closed as she waited for his next words. His voice was softer now, but still commanding in its way, holding her attention like a tether.

"When you're out in the world, you can do all the thinking you like," he said, his voice deep and steady, "but at home, with me? You switch your brain off. You listen, and you let me lead. No questioning, no second-guessing. Just trust."

The words settled in her chest, warm and reassuring. There was no shame, no hesitation—just his quiet certainty that she belonged with him, and he would always take care of her.

Her hand found his, threading their fingers together, and she squeezed, the gesture simple but full of meaning. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, before lifting her chin to meet his gaze.

"Do you understand, princess?"

Her lips parted, a soft smile tugging at her mouth, her heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something all-consuming. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

Terry’s smile was soft, approving, as he brushed a final lock of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her lower lip. He leaned in to kiss her, slow and lingering, as though they had all the time in the world.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against her lips, the words a vow, a promise. “And that’s never gonna change.”

She melted into the kiss, content in the certainty of his love and control, knowing that no matter what the world outside brought, at least here, with him, she was safe. Always.

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

bar hopping •·.·''·.·•

summary: you take lando to a desi club.

‹𝟹 ln x desi!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

‹𝟹 fluff + humour ⊹ ࣪ ˖

masterlist ☾☼

lando had been to his fair share of clubs around the world, whether it was ibiza, or monaco, or even vegas. but honestly, nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for what he was about to experience in what you called, a "desi bar."

you had told him once during one of the many clubs you went with him after a race that while you loved partying as much as he did, the essence of a desi club was just completely different. so, he insisted that you drag him to a hidden gem of a bar in the heart of the city to prove your point. and, you did. it was a place you had sworn up and down would “change his life.” he had nodded along, expecting the usual—maybe a few neon lights, a decent dj, overpriced drinks.

instead, he was in a whirlwind of color, sound, and pure, unfiltered energy.

the bass thumped through the air, not with the usual edm beats he was used to, but with the unmistakable opening of kala chashma. the moment the first notes hit, the entire crowd erupted in cheers. glasses were lifted, voices shouted in perfect synchronization, and then—lando’s brain short-circuited.

because everyone, literally everyone, started doing the same dance moves.

it reminded him of the cowboy bars that daniel used to pull him to back when they were teammates.

“what—what is happening?!” he yelled over the music, eyes wide as he watched a sea of people drop their sunglasses onto their faces in unison and break into the hook step.

“this song is a bop,” you shouted back, grinning. “and this is just the beginning.”

safe to say, lando was slightly afraid.

lando spun around, watching in disbelief as strangers moved like they’d rehearsed this a thousand times. everyone was weirdly in sync, as if everyone had been to the same dance class to learn the same dance steps to the song. he swore the bartender was grooving while making drinks as well.

before he could even fully process it, you grabbed his wrist. “come on, norris. time to earn that reflex training of yours.”

he barely had time to protest before you pulled him into the middle of the crowd, seamlessly slotting the two of you into the choreography. you moved effortlessly—hips swaying, hands snapping into perfect formation, feet gliding across the floor with precision- as if you had been doing this since you were a child. meanwhile, lando? lando looked like a baby giraffe trying to separate its legs.

“why does everyone know this?!” he gasped, fumbling through the steps.

“it’s in our blood, love,” you teased, before you continued screaming the lyrics again.

to be honest, lando was sure that almost everyone at the bar was a bad singer if he heard them individually. he knew his girlfriend definitely was. but hearing them sing collectively, it sounded so harmonious, he had half a mind to record it and send it to martin for inspiration.

but, lando was not a quiter. so, lando huffed, determined now more than ever. he was a formula 1 driver. he had lightning-fast reactions, could handle a car at 300 km/h. surely, surely, he could handle some synchronized dancing.

…he could not.

he most definitely could not.

“left, lando! no—your other left!”

“i am going left—wait, no, never mind!”

his attempts were tragic but earnest. the crowd around him was equal parts entertained and encouraging. a group of aunties on the side cheered him on, while a group of guys dramatically mimed his worst mistakes, cackling. but he was committed now. he refused to be defeated by bollywood.

just as he managed to vaguely get a move right, the song switched.

“oh, you’re not ready for this one,” you grinned mischievously.

the opening beats of ghungroo started, and suddenly, the energy in the room tripled. the crowd seamlessly adapted to the new choreography, the transitions smooth as butter. lando really only had one question. how??? lando barely had time to breathe before he was swept into another whirlwind of movement.

and then—you taught him the hook step, gesturing for him to “break” the ankle bells like hrithik roshan had done in the official choreography.

lando blinked. “i have to—what?”

“just trust the process!” you laughed, and continued with the steps.

with the focus of a man attempting a daring overtake, he did it. he did the hook step. and for a moment—just a moment—it felt like the entire room cheered just for him.

by the end of the night, lando was sweaty, exhausted, and hooked. all he wanted was to go back inside and dance all night. he wanted to learn every choreography possible. he briefly wondered if jon would allow him to train by dancing instead of his usual weights and stuff.

as you both stumbled out of the bar, he turned to you, breathing hard. “that… was insane. i loved it.”

“told you it would change your life,” you laughed, handing him a bottle of water.

he took a sip, still dazed. then, suddenly, his face broke into a grin. because really, there was no stopping him now.

“so… same time next weekend?”

you laughed. “you’ll have to learn naatu naatu next time.”

lando groaned. he knew the song. he had watched the music video way too many times. it usually played on youtube on their tv when the two were cleaning. he knew just how many times he stopped and stared, transfixed at the speed that they danced. “oh god. i might need a pit stop halfway through that one.”

later, videos of lando attempting to dance to bollywood went viral. and all that people said was, "how to find a white boy in a brown bar."

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

this has been on my list for soooo long, and im sooo happy i finally got to write it. anyways, i hope you like this! im sorry it took me so long to write this one! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[chkinpotpie]

I feel things in a big way and have for as long as I can remember.

One of my earliest memories is seeing the world behind the protection of my mom's long and sturdy legs. She was larger than life and shielded me from the loud world coming at me. She was a fireball. She walked into a room and owned it. She could talk to anyone as if she had known them their whole life. I remember watching from behind her legs -seeing her interact with people and being in awe of her ability to connect with people from all walks of life. She was magnetic. People who got pulled into her field were changed forever. She saw no color, no dollar signs, no religion, no gender, no sexual preference, no judgment. She was pure goodness. I cannot say enough good things about her. She chose me, and I am so lucky she did.

About six months before she passed away, we rented a cabin at Rough River. Just the two of us. A "girl's weekend." We packed a cooler with filets and lobster tails. We brought a couple of bottles of wine, a deck of cards, and our swimsuits. We planned on indulging in all the good stuff—food, alcohol, gambling, and gossiping. On our way to our cabin, we stopped to get a few last-minute supplies at the local gas station in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky. My mom was pumping the gas as I returned with the provisions. A man a few pumps over said, "Elaine?!" That was my mom's name. We both turned, and she said, "Earl?!" running to the man as if he was her long-lost cousin. I stood, stuffing Hot Tamales in my mouth, watching the scene unfold.

My mom knew Earl from our local Bingo hall, where she volunteered once a week for the temple fundraiser. After working all day, she would walk back and forth for four hours at Bingo, selling pull tabs. She knew everyone, and everyone knew her. She didn't just know people, though—she KNEW them. The names of their kids, where they grew up, what TV show they were currently into, what beauty salon they went to, etc. So while I was surprised she knew some random guy named Earl out in the middle of BFE, Kentucky, hours from home and on our first visit to this area, I was not really shocked.

I needed someone so fierce to protect me from the world. It was too loud and scary when I was a child. She gave me the time I needed to understand it all, or at least think I did. She gave me the time I needed to build up my own protection. She certainly continues to provide me strength to this day. I know she is watching over me, and I draw on her strength more and more as we enter these challenging times.

I do not feel as deeply as I used to, but I still feel very deeply. I feel other people's energy, as if their souls are speaking to me in a language that has no words—just vibrations and feelings. Lately, I have felt a heaviness like I have never experienced. So many people are feeling scared, uncertain, angry, and confused. I feel it on my chest, like someone's foot is there, pushing their heel into my rib cage. It's tough to not feel this way when every time you turn on the news or check social media, there is an astonishing development that feels otherworldly. Like, seriously, how did we get here? I suspect we have always been on this path—greed, the quest for power, lust for control. I think we have been here for a long time, but as time goes on, the path is no longer a dirt road. It is a moving sidewalk with LED displays and state-of-the-art sound systems. It is information flooding our brains at ridiculous rates every day. It is accelerating in its growth. It is gaining power and momentum.

Fear is what it eats for dinner. Hate is a piece of warm apple pie for dessert. Division is a cup of espresso in the morning. Lack of compassion is a piece of wood-oven-baked pizza, and lack of empathy is a cold beer on the side. Making sure we do not remember our worth is guacamole, and arguing with random strangers on the internet is the chips and salsa. Forgetting that most of us want the same things is a pickle on the side of a corned beef sandwich.

Do not feed the fear. Our energy, our emotions, our thoughts are what create our world. Our inner voice narrates our life and shapes our reality. Realize you have a choice in who and what you let in. If you let someone or something in and it makes you feel scared and hopeless, and you don't want to feel those emotions, then do not let them in. Your energy is your own. It is precious. You are precious. Remember your worth. Remember a time when you knew how special you were. There was no question. Do things that remind you how incredible you are. Lean into your self-care, into moments that light your soul on fire.

Do not fall into the biggest trap fear has set for us all. Just because we are on the "good" side does not mean we should speak poorly about the "bad" side. We certainly CAN speak poorly about the "bad" side. It is hard not to in these crazy times we are living in. We are charged with emotion, and it needs to be released somewhere. Bad-mouthing the bad, however, only makes the bad grow. It feeds off the negative energy, even if the negative energy is being expressed for good reason. Do not feed the fear.

Instead, I invite you to join me and draw on my Mom's strength. You can hide behind her legs, build up your protective shield and strength until you are ready. Then you can lean into the feeling my mom and I had on our girl's weekend. Not a care in the world, as we sipped our Cabernet and dined on our grilled surf-n-turf. The next day, we floated in the lake for hours, playing "I Never" and talking about everything under the sun. That night, we went to the local church Bingo. Earl had told my mom about it and said he might be there. We pulled up to the quintessential little white country church. There were about 12 cars in the parking lot. We walked in, and the music stopped, and everyone looked up at us. Everyone, being about 25 people, including the caller. We got our cards and started playing, giggling to each other about the wild situations we get ourselves into. The top prize of the night was a $250 jackpot, the last game, and a coverall. Well, we won the damn jackpot. The locals, who had probably been attending this Bingo game for 50 years, were not happy. We quickly got paid and left a trail of dust as we screeched away and headed back to our cabin, counting our cash and dancing and just loving each other.

#Love is always the answer

#itsgoingtobeokay

#createyourreality

[atimeofyourlife]

Catch me when I fall

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 3: spiderman kiss | rated: g | wc: 665 | ao3 Tommy gets Buck down to safety after a malfunction during a ropes rescue. Buck insists on a spiderman kiss first.

It should have been easy. A standard ropes rescue that Buck must have done a thousand times in his eight years with the fire department, rescue the person from the car that had gone over the cliff, get them down to the road below, then make sure that the car was moved to safety so no one would get hurt. He and Hen had gone down on the ropes, with Eddie on the winch. The 217 ladder truck and ambulance waiting in place at the bottom. Everyone else, along with a number of other units, were dealing with the multi vehicle collision that had caused the car to go over in the first place.

Buck and Hen had made quick work of securing the car, before assessing and getting the driver out. Hen took the patient down to the ambulance while Buck made sure all the strapping was in place on the car so it could be towed back up. Then it was his turn.

"Okay, Buck. Bringing you up now." Eddie called.

Buck waited for the winch to start pulling him up, but… Nothing.

"What's going on?" Buck said into his radio, trying not to worry about being suspended halfway down the cliff face.

"Something seems to have caught. I'll try lowering you down." Eddie replied.

Buck dropped just a few inches, then the movement stopped, again.

"I think the winch is broken. I need to get Cap, but we'll figure it out."

"Maybe send someone up the ladder." Buck mumbled, doing his best to look down without disturbing his position too much. It was too far for him to drop unassisted, and the airbag would need to be too far out for him to land on, because of the uneven ground at the bottom of the cliff. So using the ladder looked like the only option.

After what felt like hours, but was probably barely a minute, he could see the ladder truck being repositioned below.

"Buck, the 217 are sending someone up the ladder to get you down. Just hang in there a little longer." Bobby's voice came over the radio.

"Don't have much other choice here, Cap." Buck replied, and as he went to move his hand back to the rope, his grip slipped a little, sending him a little off balance. The change in the center of gravity caused him to flip over, so he had his head down. He blindly grabbed for the rope, trying to keep himself from swinging into the cliff face. He felt the scrape of it against his back, but thankfully was able to avoid hitting his head.

"Evan." He heard a familiar voice shout from below, he opened his eyes to see Tommy making his way up the ladder. Buck should have known it would be Tommy coming up, considering he already knew the other man was grounded after maxing out his flight hours for the month.

"I've got you." Tommy was reaching for Buck as soon as he was close enough.

"Wait." Buck protested before Tommy could unclip his harness. "Spiderman kiss?"

Tommy rolled his eyes affectionately, but complied with Buck's request. He gently cupped the back of Buck's head and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Come on, I need to get you down before you do yourself some damage."

Buck allowed Tommy to support his back and shoulders while he reached to unclip his harness from the rope. There was a moment where he felt like he could fall as his weight was transferred, but Tommy had him safe in his arms, carefully lowering him onto the ladder.

"How are you feeling?" Tommy asked as he clipped Buck's harness to the ladder.

"Dizzy." Buck replied honestly, closing his eyes again where the world felt like it was moving. "A little nauseous too."

"Once we're on the ground you can sit for a while until you feel better."

"Stay with me?" Buck mumbled as Tommy helped him down the ladder.

"Always."

[weirdsht]

I have this random idea and I neeed to yap about it here lmaoo

I'm just thinking about krs taking care of a teen around locks age, he met them at some point of the apocalypse and decided to take them under his wing.

let's say they transmigrated together or reader a bit after krs, but they meet at some point in the novel, anyways bc krs!cale took care of them for a good 3-4 years before the transmigration he subconsciously does the things he did before without noticing.

another random thing that came to mind:

idk someone: "wow young master, you really know this kid"

cale: "I hope i do i took care of them for a good 3 years"

random person: "when???"

ignore how this might not make sense storywise and probably characterwise, I'm really sleepy 🙏

Homecoming - Cale & Teen! Reader

a/n: i want to write more but my brain is all out of creative juices because almost all of my profs are making us write essays every day. not to mention that directing thingy i need to do for that stupid uni short film

tags: fluff, platonic, reader is unhinge if you squint, gn!reader

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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“...What are you doing here?”

That was the first thing Cale asked you as soon as he saw you.

“And you are..?”

Was your question to respond to his question.

Because why is this random nobleman talking to you as if he knew you? Sure he reminds you a bit of Kim Rok Soo but still.

This guy is essentially a stranger and your big brother Rok Soo has taught you stranger-danger.

You can see the redhead sigh before pushing his hair back with his left hand. There’s a look of fondness and frustration in his eyes, another thing that reminds you of your big brother.

Kim Rok Soo wasn’t actually your big brother biologically speaking. Both of you were orphans who found each other in the middle of a ruined world. Two abandoned people who found solace within each other. 

You quite literally tripped into Rok Soo’s life a few months after he became a team leader.

The same way how you literally tripped into this weird noble’s porch. 

Speaking of which, that said noble is now telling everyone to give the two of you some privacy. He even asked the cute baby dragon to put a soundproof barrier around the room.

“Are you doing that to mask my screams when you kill me?”

You couldn’t help but ask once everyone was out of the room. Rok Soo had always told you about not letting your impulsive thoughts win but you couldn’t help it.

Cale sighed loudly and tiredly, exactly the same reaction your Rok Soo would do when you said something stupid.

“No I’m not gonna kill you, and no I’m not going to eat you either so don’t even ask.”

You clamped your mouth shut after that. The question dying on your tongue before you could even ask it.

“I’m going explain myself and then you’ll do the same okay?”

You nodded seeing as you don’t really have a choice. You’re in this guy’s turf and there’s no way you can outrun a dragon and whatever monster of a people this guy has with him. And so you behaved yourself and settled on the plush couch you were escorted to.

“My name is Cale Henituse, or at least that’s my current name. I used to be Kim Rok Soo back on Earth before I died.”

…okay what?

What now?

He was who?

Kim Rok Soo— well you guess he goes by Cale now — knows you well enough to know that this information would cause your brain to overdrive. And so he has a glass of iced water prepared for your poor self to drink.

“Wha- how- huh?”

You tried to formulate words after gulping the water but your mind is still reeling. There’s simply no comprehending this new information bought upon you.

But it’s fine since Cale is willing to wait for you to come around.

Even after 3 weeks of waiting, his still very patient.

He knows when to give you space, but also knows when to spend time with you. Cale knows exactly when you need him to be there for you and when your mind is confused about him being a stranger but also being the big brother you dearly love.

Of course, this raised some questions with the others. Cale suddenly took in another teen one day and he seemed to have known them all his life even though he just met them 3 weeks ago.

“Young master you seem to really know that kid.”

Hans asked one day. In a short distance, Ron was also listening in while dusting some decorative vases.

"I hope I do, I took care of them for a good 3 years."

Was Cale’s nonchalant answer before leaving the room in order to go to your bedroom. He had promised you that he’ll let you wander around the forest today after all. 

Meanwhile, the two servants are flabbergasted — Ron was just hiding it better than Hans.

“...3 years? How did he hide from us that he took care of a child, an entire human being, for three whole years??”

Hans asked and the only answer he got was the dust from Ron’s feather duster flying towards his face.

[mayajadewrites]

── .✦ Renaissance - Levi Ackerman .✦ ──

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ levi x fem reader

summary: levi leaves you in the underground for the scouts, only for him to find you again in marley when the war is over. however, nothing about you is the same as it once was. you are not the same person you were 12 years ago. cw: canon universe, eventual smut, fluff, yearning ao3 also in this story Levi doesn't need a wheelchair so hope you don't mind.

CHAPTER ONE

12 years later

War is over.

Titans have been eradicated, but at the cost of 80% of humanity.

Narrowly, you avoided the rumbling that trampled hundreds of thousands of people.

About 7 years after Levi left, you escaped the underground to find a new home. A new life.

Wishful thinking - since everyone treats people from the Underground the same. Like absolute dog shit. You lived in many cities over the years. But somehow, some way, you found yourself in Marley a few months after the war ended.

Birthdays came and went - and your 29th birthday just passed. Everything about your life changed. What you look like, what makes you happy, you're almost unrecognizable.

Being malnourished has made your body stunt in growth, and with being a woman comes birthing hips and curves you didn't know you could get.

Every day since Levi left, you've thought of him. Making sure you remember what he looks like, what his voice sounds like. At first you would try to keep up with what the Scout Regiment was doing, but they're stealthy, and you could only catch whispers of soldiers who passed away.

You always listened for the one name that mattered to you: Levi Ackerman.

Over the years, people in every city would talk a lot about Levi. How great of a soldier he is, how strong he is, and how everyone is afraid of him. Everyone in the walls knew who he was, outside the walls too.

Soon, he got the title of 'Captain'.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

You still remember the moment you heard someone utter his name - it was like your heart stopped beating right in your chest.

Captain Levi? Does he look the same? Is he eating? Sleeping? Is he able to drink his favorite tea?

For the record, if Levi knew how you've been living all of these years he would be livid. Appalled.

Before you got to Marley, you began working at brothels. It was the only thing you could do as a woman in the underground. Selling your body to make money - never feeling an ounce of pleasure from any of it.

You had no other choice. There was no other way for you to survive. There was no Levi to save you, so this is how you saved yourself.

When Levi left you, you were pure. Untouched, beautiful.

Now, you're stained.

Levi hates stains.

A few months after the rumbling, Marley was being rebuilt. Houses were being constructed, shops opening. With one bag in your hand and a dress you haven't worn in years, you find yourself in Marley.

People were working together, for once. No one was defensive and full of tension, or screaming.

You watched as small children played with simple toys, the sound of their laughs bringing a smile to your face. One of the children kicked their ball towards you, letting it hit your feet.

You smile at them, they probably think you're young too with how short you are. You gently kick the ball in their direction, watching them all giggle as they continue playing.

When you look to your right, you see a tea shop. Looks rather new, but open. You purse your lips in thought, tilting your head curiously as you look at the building.

You are rather thirsty.

When you open your purse, you see some bills from a client you had the night before. "Thank goodness." You sigh, tilting your head back as you feel the warm spring heat on your face.

You're still not used to being in the sun so much. It's something that everyone, and you mean everyone takes for granted.

When you would make small talk with the other girls that work at the brothel, they acted like being able to feel the warmth of the sun was no big deal.

As you walk into the tea shop, you peer around, looking for someone, anyone. The walls are pretty bare, decorated with newspaper articles and a few florals placed around the space.

"Hello?" You finally speak, your eyebrows raised as you look from left to right.

Nothing.

"Maybe it's not open." You sigh, walking up to one of the newspaper articles on the wall. You have to squint to read the text, but a few words stand out.

CAPTAIN LEVI ACKERMAN. HUMANITY'S STRONGEST SOLDIER.

As you read the article, you can feel goosebumps forming all over your body, sending shivers down your spine.

Then you saw a picture of him.

He's in his Scout Regiment uniform, a forest green hooded cape over his head. Your eyes find his on the page and your breath hitches.

Fuck, he's so beautiful.

"Oi, we're not open -" You hear a deep voice from behind you, startling you as you turn around on your heel, your breath stolen from you.

In front of you is Levi Ackerman, but not the Levi that left you 12 years ago.

[cloudlessly-light]

The deprived agreement of the BAU (One-shot)

A/N: I think this one might actually be the most unhinged thing I’ve ever written and I know there’s a special place in hell for me. But we thank @sapphoe-sun for encouraging this piece of filth, and I hope you guys still like it even if we know this is no logic and all filth!

Title: The deprived agreement of the BAU Summary: They had a rule, an agreement within the BAU, a rule Emily thought was a rumor. As it turned out it wasn’t and now she’s agreeing to that rule.   Word count: 5,3k   Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral sex, rough sex, orgasm control, begging, exhibionism, Derek is there for a little bit but he doesn’t join

There was a rumor within the Bureau about the BAU. When Emily joined the team she heard whispers about it, saw the curious glances from people certain days and picked up on the subtle hints from JJ to not push her team, especially Aaron, too hard. But she never believed it. Because it would be insane, that their small team had a rule that meant they were allowed to do whatever they wanted to another team member, within reason of course. She remembered scoffing at the ridiculousness of it, because it couldn’t be true.

But then Derek is pissed off at JJ for not having Reid’s back when they encountered Tobias Hankle and the blonde walked with a slight limp the next day. And maybe Emily believed it a little more. It still didn’t make sense to her, she didn’t want to believe it.

It’s Penelope who finally comes out and tells her, the bubbly blonde admitting it after Emily had probed her about it. They had a rule, an agreement, that if someone from the team made a mistake that became dangerous for the rest, or made another teammate upset in some way, they had to apologize in whatever way they saw fit. It was not something that was a common occurrence, the rule had rules to make sure that it wouldn’t get out of hand. But it was there, an agreement between the six of them, and now Emily could be a part of that agreement if she wanted to.

Emily still had trouble believing it, listening to the blonde with her mouth open and eyes wide. It didn’t make sense to her, and yet it did. They were all close, they worked together closely, they were bound to get on each other’s nerves. According to Penelope this had been the way it was for years, since long before she joined the team even, and everyone always had the option to say no.

It wasn’t something that would be forced upon them.

“Are the apologies, or whatever you want to call it, always sexual?” She heard herself say and even she couldn’t deny the curiosity in her voice.

“No, Hotch never uses sex since he was married to Haley. Not sure if he’d still do that even now. And for everyone else it depends, I once had Gideon clean my apartment dressed in a bird’s costume.” The blonde smirks at the way Emily bursts out laughing.

“You didn’t.” She isn’t sure she wants to believe her, but Penelope didn’t lie. It’s the first time she sees the slightly sadistic side of her friend’s personality.

“Sure did, sweet cheeks.”

Weeks go by, then months and Emily almost forgot about what Penelope had told her because nothing seems to happen within the team, even though there’s arguments and disputes, she can’t see any evidence of anybody making up with another team member. Until it happens to her.

She had questioned Aaron in the field, then outright disobeyed his order to wait for backup and she and Derek had run in. She didn’t think it mattered, because she got a child home safe which hadn’t felt like a possibility if she had waited. But he’s furious at her, eyes dark and frown heavy as he speaks to her with clipped words.

“My office when we get back.”

She’s heard those words before, after all it wasn’t the first time they’d had a disagreement, so she doesn’t think much of it. It’s JJ’s warning stare and Derek’s poorly hidden smirk that tips her off. And she feels a lump of excitement as well as worry in her stomach.

She knew that she could say no, that Aaron wouldn’t force her into anything. No one of them ever would. And yet she feels the steady pulse of arousal between her thighs as she sits by herself on the plane. Aaron is seated on the opposite side of the plane, anger still very much radiating from him. They had never really liked each other, she knew he hated her stubbornness and that she would spit the word sir at him with contempt when she felt like he was being unreasonable. She hated his arrogance and the way he clearly didn’t trust her completely yet. And still, there was friction between them, the sort of tension she found herself thinking about as she laid alone in bed with her own hand between her thighs.

“Hey, are you alright?” JJ asks quietly as she passes her from the way to the bathroom and breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She offers the blonde a smile when blue eyes stare her down. “Penelope told me about… your agreement.”

“I know.” She shrugs with a smile. “And she told you that you don’t have to, right?”

“It’s okay JJ, don’t worry.” She leans back into her seat and lets her head roll slightly with a smirk. “Besides, it’s Hotch, he’s as uptight as they come. How bad could it be.”

Famous last words.

When they get back it’s still early afternoon so the bullpen is buzzing with activity. She doesn’t think much of it as she puts her bag down and then climbs the stairs toward his office where the door is left open for her. He’s already seated at his desk, a large pile of files in front of him and his pen in hand.

“Garcia told me you’re informed about the deal we have within the team.” He doesn’t even look up at her and it makes her blood boil. His arrogance once again managing to set her off.

“I am.” She doesn’t walk closer to him than she has to, the door is still open behind her and she’s acutely aware of the people working behind her in the bullpen.

“Do you want to be a part of it?” He looks up at her then and she sees the way he’s studying her to make sure she’s not lying.

“I do.” She swallows hard as nerves twist in her stomach, still unsure about what’s going to happen, still finding this whole idea close to insane.

“Good.” He looks down at the open file in front of him again and signs something quickly. “Be ready at 6.”

The finality of it makes her heart beat so hard in her chest she thinks her ribs might break.

She finds herself lost in her own thoughts for the rest of the afternoon. The hours drag by slowly as she works her way through a few consultations. Spencer and Derek are quick to pick up on her mood, but none of them were surprised. The first time was always nerve wracking, not fully knowing what to expect, not sure what was going to happen.

She catches Dave giving her a quick grin before leaving for the night and she realizes that it’s getting late. There are still people working, Derek is hunched over a large pile of files, JJ is still in her office, a few straggling agents are still working behind her. But it’s 5:59 pm and she stands from her desk. Her stomach is still in knots, adrenaline making her hands shake and she clenches them quickly once, twice, three times, before knocking on his office door.

“Come in.” His voice is muffled through the door and she takes a deep breath before opening the door and then closing it quickly behind her. She looks around and notices that the desk had been cleaned from the items that usually belonged there. He had shut the blinds over an hour ago, his suit jacket was hanging over the back of his chair and he had rolled up his sleeves. She stands firm as he stands from behind his desk and slowly walks closer to her. He doesn’t stop until he’s close enough for her to smell his cologne. He’s just to the side of her, his breath falling onto the side of her neck as he speaks. Imposing and strong and she has to fight the urge to close her eyes as goosebumps erupt on her skin.

“Tell me why you’re here.” He says lowly as his hand hover over the small of her back.

“Why don’t you tell me.” She mutters and immediately she feels his large hand on the back of her neck, gripping hard enough for her to hiss as he forces her toward the desk.

“This is exactly why you’re here. You’re insubordinate, you lack respect and today you put yourself and Derek in danger while defying a direct order.” His voice is graveled and low, almost threatening and she squirms. “I’ve been nice, I’ve given you time to learn and adjust and clearly that isn’t working. And don’t think I haven’t heard you calling me uptight more than once.”

When his hold on her neck loosens she barely registers it before he turns her around to face him. He’s imposing as he looms over her, pressing her against his desk as she leans back slightly.

“That’s not really-”

“So you’re here to apologize. You’re here for me to loosen up.” He grabs her chin tightly and speaks close to her face. “You’re here for me to use until I’ve had my fill.”

She hates that her panties are uncomfortably wet as her clit thrums between her thighs already, because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“But only if you agree.” He softens just slightly then and she’d nodding without realizing, a smirk on her face as she does.

“You want a toy, is that it?” She challenges him and she sees his eyes harden as his grip on her face tightens.

“The only words I want to hear from you are yes sir, I’m sorry or if you want to stop.” His eyes fasten on hers, his dark orbs so intense she has to force herself not to look away. “Do I make myself clear?”

The seconds it takes for her to answer feels like an eternity. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it hadn’t been this, and yet she’s so turned on it’s ridiculous. She knew that she had always been attracted to power, but this was something else. This felt like a need, something she wasn’t sure Aaron should know about her, it was almost embarrassing, how insanely turned on she was despite herself.

“Yes, sir.” The words fall from her lips effortlessly and she wonders if this is what insanity feels like. Because this shouldn’t be happening, her boss shouldn’t have this effect on her, he shouldn’t be looking at her with such contempt and yet the evidence of his want is pressed against her hip.

His lips curl into a smile that she’d only call feral and he snickers at her as he steps away, giving her a second to catch her bearings.

“Unbutton your shirt and take of your pants and underwear. Leave the shirt and bra.” His eyes stay on hers as she stares at him for a moment. “This is the way you’re making today up to me, do not make it more difficult on yourself.” He lets his hand hover over his belt and he nods as she catches on with wide eyes. “I will use it, don’t think I won’t.”  

Her hands are still trembling when she starts to unbutton her shirt, the black button down soon enough hanging loosely from her shoulders like he told her before she takes her pants off. Her entire body flushes as he looks at her expectantly when her fingers above the lining of her underwear.

“I’m being nice because it’s your first time, but if you stall for another second I swear I won’t be so nice.” His own hand still hovers over his belt and when Emily slowly drags her white panties off and then kneels in front of him he hums approvingly.

“Pretty.” He comments and she glares at him. It doesn’t have the desired effect with her dressed in only a bra on her knees and she knows it. But she doesn’t say anything, and instead waits for his next move. Her eyes flitter down to where his hand is still holding his belt buckle, down where she sees the outline of him, thick and long, even through his underwear and slacks.

“Open up.” He looks amused when she looks back up at him, arrogance radiating off him as he drags the zipper of his pants down and then gets his cock out through it. “Don’t make a mess though.”

Anger flashes in her dark orbs but she still stays quiet. Because she had agreed to be a part of this, she didn’t want to stop, and she did not want that belt around his hips to be used on her. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t hate him a little bit right then. Not because of what he’s wanting from her, but because she wanted it too.

Slowly, her lips open and he grabs her hair and angles her head back. She gasps at the pain in her hairline and he takes advantage of it, his hips pushing forward as he keeps her still with his grip. He’s heavy and hot on her tongue, his shaft sliding forward until he hits the back of her throat with a groan.

“Stay just like this.” He mutters quietly, his eyes fastened on her face as he starts to move. When she chokes he smirks. There was something about having Emily Prentiss, hard-headed, overachieving, button-pushing Emily, on her knees before him. He had waited for this, knew that eventually the day would come when she ignored his orders in such a way that it put her in danger. And he had waited, and planned, and now as he watched her try to hide just how much she was enjoying it he couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.

She isn’t aware that her hands are gripping the fabric of his slacks as she gags around him. He’s thick, huge, and all she can focus on is to get enough air in her lungs whenever he pulls back enough for her to draw a few breaths. Spit is dripping down her chin, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows that not making a mess is impossible.

“You know I’m almost tempted to finish just like this.” He speaks almost conversationally, like he didn’t have his cock down her throat as she struggles beneath him. When her eyes, glassy from tears look up at him through her long eyelashes, he flashes her a grin. “But where would the fun in that be, huh?” He pushes forward harder and when her eyes widen and he goes as deep as he could down her throat he hisses in pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, I knew you’d be able to take it.” He pulls back and releases her hair and she immediately starts coughing, her hands still firmly gripping his slacks and her forehead leaning against his thigh as she gasps.

He strokes her hair as she calms for a few moments and when she lets go of him he angles her face up by a hold on her chin.

“Lay on the desk.” His voice is thick with want, graveled in a way that makes her shiver and for a moment she wonders if she’ll ever get to hear it like that again after tonight.

Her knees buckle when she stands, lightheaded and dazed. He doesn’t give her more time though, and forcefully pushes her back against the desk with a hand on her sternum. The wood is cold against her thighs and ass, her shirt still hanging loosely from her shoulders as she lays back.

“Spread your legs.” He strokes his cock as he watches her, from the slight nerves he sees on her face, to the flush on her skin, to her breasts, barely contained in the lacy white bra, down to where he sees her slick is shining on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs for him. If they ended up here again he would take his time and taste her, but this wasn’t about her, this was about him and what he wanted. And right now he wanted Emily Prentiss to beg, to let go of her prestige and stubbornness, for her to know who truly was in charge and to never disobey his orders again.

“My my, you’re a mess.” He bites back a smirk when the pink on her cheeks flushes harder. He slaps the tip of his cock on her clit and when she jerks he can’t help but to chuckle. “I had a feeling this would get you going, that you’d enjoy this.”

“I’m not.” She lies through clenched teeth and he laughs at her, the sound close to condescending.

“Is that so?” He grabs her hips and pulls her to the edge of the desk. He lets his fingers dig into the muscle, makes sure to leave bruises on her soft skin as he does. “Well lucky for me this isn’t about you then huh?”

She’s pretty sure she hates him, hates that this side of him exists because she isn’t sure how she’ll ever be able to be in the same room as him without thinking about the gravel in his voice, the way he’s effortlessly driving her mad with want and he’s barely even touched her. Then she feels him, the tip of him just barely pushing in and she releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Soaked and tight, perfect little play thing.” He can see her bite back a retort, that she more than anything wants to tell him to fuck off, but she doesn’t and instead looks of to the side in a vain attempt to hide her face from him. “None of that.” He grabs her jaw and she looks up at him with eyes blown black. “You’re going to look at me until I’m done with you.”

Her eyes widen at the sudden stretch of him, the fill making her hips twitch and a low moan escapes from her lips. He’s huge and he’s looking close to smug as he stares down at her, giving her a few seconds before he starts to move. His hands stay on her thighs, pulling her body against his as he groans.

Soon enough she’s sweating and biting back moans that would be too loud, her hands grabbing the edge of the desk in some futile attempt to keep grounded. Her eyes are heavy lidded as she continues to look up at him. He’s sweating, his head thrown back as some of his dark hair is falling over his forehead, and he still manages to exude power and arrogance.

“You’re doing better than I thought.” He bends down to speak lowly against her face. “I was sure you’d give me more trouble, but you’re listening to the rules. Good.”

“What’s the point of agreeing to this if I wouldn’t?” She counters, her voice breathy and trembling slightly. She was still fighting her body’s urges, she didn’t want him to get the satisfaction of knowing how much she was enjoying it, so she had kept most of her moans down. Her bottom lip is swollen from biting down on it, her muscles tense from keeping the pleasure at bay.

It didn’t matter though, because she wasn’t able to come without touching her clit, she never had. She wanted to touch herself though, the tension in her stomach was building by each thrust of his hips. Her hands grip the desk harder, her thighs are trembling and even though she was trying to hide her slight desperation it was useless.

“You’re going to drip on my floor soon. It’ll leave a nice stain, serve as a reminder for you every time you’re in here.” He slows his thrusts slightly and catches the way her breathing hitches. If he wanted to he could finish quickly, use her and leave her desperate for more, but a part of him wasn’t satisfied with that, he needed more.

“What are you doing?” She gasps at the way he slaps the outside of her thigh in response to her question, the sting of it letting her know that there will be a red mark from his palm on her skin.

“Tell me how much you like it.” His voice holds a slight edge to it and she licks her bottom lip, but ultimately shakes her head. Still defiant, still in need of a lesson, he thought. The desk rattles from the power of his next thrust and Emily can’t hold back the breathy whimper as her back arches.

“You will beg Emily.” He breathes against her ear as he bends over her again. His shirt itches against her sweaty skin, his low groans fill her ears and his cologne surrounds her. He’s everywhere, all she can feel and her eyes roll back in her head. Somewhere in the back of her mind she’s thankful that he doesn’t see it.

“You’re soaking my cock, you’re clenching me so good, I know you want to come for me, to show me how much you love it.” He mumbles quietly and her moans become breather, needier, at satisfaction fills him at the sound. “You’re desperate for it, for me.”

When he straightens again, there’s a gleam in his eyes that makes her pay attention and then he lets go of her thigh with one hand and she watches as he lets his thumb hover over her clit. She holds her breath, her eyes moving from his hand to his face as she waits for his next move. If he started to rub her clit she would come without a doubt and if he didn’t he’d have her on edge without the release her body was craving. She wasn’t sure which was worse.

“Oh that’s what you need huh?” He chuckles and slowly brushes her swollen clit up and down once and her eyelids futter closed. “Tell me what I want to hear and you’ll get what you need.”

“No.” She whines without realizing, her voice low and breathy and he clicks his tongue in condemnation.

“So be it.” His grip on her is on the verge of too tight when he grabs her around the hips instead. He starts to fuck into her with powerful thrusts, skin slapping against skin and heavy breaths filling the office.

“Jesus, fuck!” She cries out, unable to hold back this time. Each time he fills her she gets closer, much to her own frustration because her orgasm was just out of reach. But she wouldn’t beg, that much she refuses to do.

“You’re clenching so good on my cock.” He pants, a smug grin on his face. “You’re so close, so needy.”

“Fuck you.” She seethes and in the blink of an eye his hand is wrapped around her throat in warning.

“Don’t forget why you’re in here.” He squeezes hard around her throat and she whimpers as her eyes close. “You’re just something for me to use, don’t forget that.” He lets go and watches with satisfaction as she draws a few desperate, deep breaths and her pussy clenches harder around him.

She bites her tongue to keep her retort back, because she was dangerously close to crossing the line, to start taunting him right back but for her own enjoyment. Her hips buckles against his, the tension in her stomach is feeling like a boulder and she knows that if he doesn’t come soon, she’ll be giving in to him. He seems to sense it, because his thumb is back on her clit, gently tracing it and watches as her entire body trembles. Satisfaction in dripping off him and his hips speed up as she just barely swallows down his name.

“You’re so fucking close, look at you.” His voice is thick with tension and she barely keeps from agreeing this time.

And then there’s a knock on the door, forcing both of them to stop.

“Hotch I know you’re in there with Prentiss. Can I come in?” Derek’s voice sounds through the door and Aaron turns to her with a smile.

“Should I let him in?”

“I-I.” She mutters but can’t seem to form words. All she could think about was how much she wanted to come, how badly she needed to come. “I don’t know.” She finally gets out and he hums lowly.

“I think he should, I think he deserves to see you like this after today, after all you put him in danger too.” He waits for her to say no, to shake her head or disagree but it doesn’t come. Instead the flush on her cheeks enhances and she nods once. When he pulls out of her she gasps and he shakes her head at her before moving to open the door.

“We’re in the middle of it still.” He tells the other man, wanting to give him a chance to walk away, but Derek only grins at him. “Want to come in?”

“Absolutely.” He quickly closes the door after himself and locks it. “So you finally decided to use our little rule for your own pleasure huh?” He grabs Hotch’s chair and rolls it to the side so he can watch Emily properly, the files he had come in to leave forgotten in his hand.

“I did, it was time.” Aaron slides inside of her like he hadn’t stopped in the first place. “But she’s still subordinate.” He gives Emily a stare and she swallows hard.

“Of course she is.” Derek looks at her, finally addressing her. “Looking good Princess, having a nice time?”

She glares at him and he laughs as he leans back in the chair, enjoying the show.

“She’s close, refuses to admit it though.” Aaron’s thrusts are slower, deep pushes of his hips as his hand press down low on her stomach, earning a guttural groan from her. He keeps pressure on her stomach and lets his thumb rub circles around her clit again as he watches her intently as her entire body reacts to the stimulation.

“Always stubborn, why would you do that to yourself?” Derek winks at her when all she does is moan something resembling a curse in his direction. She is tense and trembling, her skin shining with sweat, make up smudged and hair wild.

“So fucking tight.” Aaron starts to move a little faster as Emily’s moans become louder as she stops trying to hold back. “Beg for it.”

“Hotch, fuck!” She’s getting so close, her body twisting in pleasure as the tension builds steadily. The little break she got while Aaron was letting Derek in, somehow had made her body even more sensitive and she felt every ounce of pride dissipate by every passing second.

“Getting closer.” He would laugh at his own pun if he wasn’t so focused on the way her eyes were rolling back in her head and her jaw was turning slack.

“Come on, let us hear it.” Derek chimes in, he’s stood up but stays back, still respecting that this was Emily’s apology to Aaron and not to him. He didn’t need it.

“Fuck, p-please!” She finally gives in and instead of getting what she wants, Aaron stops rubbing her clit and laughs as she cries out in disappointment.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He wipes some sweat from his forehead before grabbing her hips to keep her still as he continues to thrust. His own orgasm was building, each thrust getting him closer. “Again.”

Her jaw clenches as she stares up at him in disbelief, then it dawns on her that this was what he wanted all along, her desperate and begging for him. This was her actual way of making today up to him. If she hadn’t already been so delirious she would have been furious, but she didn’t think she could stand not getting to come, and having Derek there, watching her, was only enhancing that feeling. She didn’t think she would enjoy being watched, she didn’t think she’d find that out by being fucked in her boss’s office while her friend was watching, but here they were and she was sure she’d never recover if Aaron didn’t let her come.

“Please, make me come.” She relents and through the blood rushing through her ears she hears Derek chuckle and Aaron mutter words of encouragement.

“Good girl. Now tell me what I want to hear.” He fucks into her hard enough for her body to jolt and she mewls.

“I- I like it, fuck I love it.” She whimpers and he rewards her by starting to rub her clit again, this time with more pressure. Her eyes are wild and wide when she looks up at him, and she sees the same wild expression on him, even in a rumpled suit and heavy breaths.

“That’s right. And you’ll listen to me from now on? Follow my orders?” He’s so close his knees are buckling, hips stuttering but he needs to hear her say it.

“Yes, yes, yes. I won’t disobey you again.” She feels pleasure everywhere, and then he’s rubbing her clit faster and she grunts loudly, only seconds from coming.

“I think we both know that’s a lie. But you should be nice, she’s desperate for it.” Derek’s voice sounds muffled in her ears, her entire focus on Aaron.

“We do, but it’s her first time. I won’t be so nice next time.” If he hadn’t been so damn close himself he would have stopped. But his need for pleasure wins out and he looks down at Emily who’s dangerously close to coming and it felt so fucking good having her like this. Finally she’s giving in to him, giving him what he’s been wanting for months.

“Please, Aaron please!” She writhes and it’s the sound of his name falling from her lips that does it.

“Come for me.” He says and like her body is trained she comes with her head thrown back and a silent scream. She clenches around his cock and it’s enough to send him over the edge as well and he pushes as deep inside of her as he can. He growls something resembling her name as he gives in to his orgasm and through the pounding in his ears he hears her breathing hitch at the heat of his release inside of her.

By the time he feels like he can move without falling down, Derek is sneaking out through the door, the files he came in with sitting at the edge of the desk and Emily is panting and dazed as she looks up at him.

“Well, that was, something.” She jokes and he chuckles breathlessly, still not moving away from her.

“Tell me what you learned.” He takes her hand and pulls her into a sitting position, her face close to his.

“To listen when you give me an order.” She smirks as he nods and then steps away from her. She shivers at the loss of him inside of her but barely a moment later he’s pulling her to stand.

“Don’t think we’re done yet.” He whispers against her face before pushing on her shoulder until she kneels on her own accord. “I said you’d be here until I’ve had my fill.” He gasps at the feel of her tongue around him. “We’re nowhere close to done.” Emily really didn’t see a problem with that.

[cupidbedsy]

emma ! Congrats on 1k !! I'm so happy for you ! Mwah !

can I get🪻with the prompt "Stop giving me hope. It hurts so much more." for Luke Hughes please !

How about the reader and Luke dating but he's going to Jersey so they decide to end things, but Luke just keeps giving reader hope. Maybe it ends with one showing up to the others place?

but, if you get another idea feel free to do it ! 🫶🏼🧡

✿ CUPID'S FLORAL SHOP ✿

here's a freshly picked lonely lavender 🪻 !

warnings: breakup, reader not really trying to fight for the two of them

word count: 774

florist cupid: thank you ana 😚 i hope you enjoy some little lukey angst mhm

both of you knew it was going to happen soon, between the rumors online and between the talks luke's been having, you knew it was coming up but neither of you wanted to be the first to bring it up.

so for two weeks, you acted like everything was normal: hanging out in your rooms watching movies, going out on date nights, and taking late-night drives around campus.

but soon the anxiety started to eat at you, not knowing what your future was going to be like once he left, if you two would make it through the two years you still had to be in michigan.

luke could see it tearing you down every time you guys hung out, you bit your lip more than usual, went from leaning into his hugs to scooting away from him a second later, short text messages, the lot.

the lack of communication between you two was putting a damper on any hope you could have had for your relationship after he went to new jersey, and now? maybe you weren't so sure if you should continue this.

you showed up to his place after your last class of the day. you knew he didn't have practice and it was uncommon for you to come by unannounced, everyone had gotten used to you walking in, saying your quick greetings and then making your way to luke's room without another word.

you knocked softly on his door, twisting the handle once you heard his familiar 'come in'. you walked in, setting your bag on the ground near the door and made your way over to his bed, sitting on it.

"hey baby."

you internally cringed at how happy he looked, he had been putting on a brave face for the both of you these past few weeks. as much as he wanted this to work out and keep you by his side for the rest of his life, he knew he couldn't, but maybe he would change your mind.

"hi."

there was no mistaking luke's frown when he heard your soft voice, almost as if you were scared all the words would tumble out as soon as you opened your mouth.

"what's wrong?"

you took a deep breath before speaking, "i don't think i can do this anymore."

"what do you mean?"

"i mean that you're going away soon and i don't know if i can do this whole long-distance thing. you're going to be busy with practice and games and i'll be busy with homework and exams and i just- i'm scared we'll get too engrossed in our lives and forget about each other."

"i wouldn't forget you, y/n/n-"

"luke... maybe it's for the best. maybe we need to focus on ourselves and just not worry about putting each other on the back burner."

"sweetheart, i would never put you on the back burner. you're the most important person in my life, i'm always going to put you first." he reached for your hand, taking it in his larger ones, warmth radiating through you.

tears pricked your eyes and you did everything in your power to keep them in, but as soon as one fell, the others were quick to follow.

you shook your head at his words as they finally registered in your mind, "luke we can't. we're going to get so busy and-"

"i'm going to do everything i can to make sure you feel like i want you in my life, because i do, baby. nothing, not even 600 miles, is going to change that."

your voice cracked as you spoke again, "stop giving me hope, lukey. it hurts so much."

luke could feel his heartbreak at both your words and your voice crack. slowly he released your hand, nodding as you stood up and walked toward your bag.

no more words were spoken between you two, just the unspoken agreement that the past year and a half were nothing more than a memory now.

━。゜✿ ゜。━

two days later and luke was gone, in new jersey and all you were left was the deep pit in your stomach of guilt and sadness. you missed him, much more than you thought you would and much more than you wished you would.

you were so overwhelmed with the guilty feeling that you couldn't help your impromptu trip to new jersey. and now here you were, standing in front of jack's apartment getting ready to knock.

but just as you were about to rap your knuckles against the door, the door opened and you were met with the face of your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend.

"y/n?"

"luke."

back to the shop ! ; navigation !

[megwritesriddles]

Like You Deserve ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Reader / You

Summary: Reader is left adrift after a disappointing relationship with Shane comes to an equally disappointing end, but Sebastian wants to show them how they deserved to be treated all this time.

Tags: Unprotected sex, Filming sex, Friends to lovers, Dirty talk, Past Shane/Reader, Reader was cheated on, Shane-bashing!! (sorry), Making ex jealous, SoftDom!Sebastian, Reader is as gender neutral as possible (I'm used to writing fem!reader so sorry if that shows)

Word count: 3.5k

all fandom masterlist | sdv masterlist | read it on ao3

Authors note: Based on a request by the lovely @i-live-in-spite ! Apologies for all the Shane bashing but... I had to for the story!!! Someone pls send help making the cover images for these sdv fics, it's so hard :00!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Things had been tense for a while between you and Shane. You could feel it, he’d started acting cold again from time to time, like back when you first met him, not the sweet guy that you had known for a couple of months there when everything seemed fine. You supposed it was just the end of the honeymoon phase, or maybe he was just in some sort of autumn funk, but you assumed it would blow over, he’d had bad days before, but this was just an extended one. Surely. But no. 

He’d been cheating on you. When you’d found the conversations on what he’d always told you was a ‘gridball discussion board’ online, you were floored. He’d begged and pleaded with you to forgive him, that he wouldn’t do it again, that he hadn’t even met them in person, but that made it all the worse. He threw away what he had with you, months of effort to get him to trust you, you ignoring everyone who said you were significantly out of his league, giving him kindness and understanding at every turn, for someone he hadn’t even met in person. He continued to plead with you to stay, that it was a mistake and you were better than anyone else, but you were too proud. You gathered what few things you had in his room and stomped out never to return. It hurt, badly, you had put so much time and effort into your relationship with him, an effort everyone told you that you’d been wasting. It seemed in the end, they’d been right all along.

Shane continued sending letters and trying to corner you in town, telling you how much he regretted what he did and how badly he needed you back. Deep down, you knew he only wanted you to come care for him again. You weren’t sure if he’d ever really loved you or if he’d merely used you. How can you cheat on someone you love? Every time he said he still loved you, the words felt more poisonous. He finally begins to leave you alone again after a while, pouting and glaring at you whenever you are nearby, trying his best to look pitiful so you might come crawling back. You couldn’t believe that this was the man you’d thought you’d loved.

A benefit of the end of your relationship was that you were spending more time with friends again, namely, male friends. Shane had always been deeply jealous and insecure, indirectly making you cut off all your male friends, always paranoid that you might choose them over him. What was the expression? Every accusation is a confession? Sam and Sebastian welcomed you back with open arms, not asking many questions, glad you were joining them for pool again. They could tell you were sad, especially the first few weeks, but opted to try to cheer you up rather than ask you about it. It was clear that it was over between you and Shane, and Sebastian couldn’t be more happy. 

He’d been planning to make a move on you back in spring, but your relationship had started with Shane and he was out in the cold, even as your friend. He understood though, he knew Shane was deeply jealous, so accepted your apologies and promises never to let someone come between the two of you again. He pays you special attention, letting you win at pool to cheer you up and buying you your favourite drinks, anything to wipe that sad look off your face. He’s occasionally intervened and demanded Shane to leave you alone, which only angers the man further, but he does stand down.

It’s one of those nights where he’s paying you special attention, he’d told Shane to ‘fuck off’ from glaring at you across the Saloon a few hours ago and was staying late with you to talk. He’d missed you a lot while you’d been hiding away from the world with Shane, you seemed so much lighter these days, you almost had a glow about you. He had his arm slung around your shoulder, a risky move which had paid off, listening to you talk on a tucked away couch, just the two of you. You were a little tipsy, not enough to be worrisome, but enough to have you rambling. You’d never really talked about what happened with Shane, but everyone knew it must have been something bad, based on how the two of you were acting. The leading theory in town was an argument about his drinking that couldn’t be solved, perhaps he had broken something while drunk. When you reveal to him that he’d been cheating, Sebastian’s jaw hangs open for a moment. Your cheeks flush and glance around nervously in his silence.

“He what?” Sebastian hisses. 

“They hadn’t even met in person it was just… chats–” you ramble, trying to play it down so Sebastian would stop looking at you like that.

“Still! I can’t believe his audacity! To cheat on you… he was insanely lucky you ever even gave him a second glance,” Sebastian scoffs. He’d always felt this way, but knowing what Shane had willingly thrown away, he feels wildly incensed, anger growing inside him. “No one deserves that but especially not you! You’re stunning and he’s… well, him,” he rolls his eyes, if he was a more violent man, he would go knock some sense into Shane with his fists, but he knew you would never approve of that, you were really too sweet for your own good. You blush and look down, shrugging.

“I don’t know about stunning…”

“You are,” he asserts, glancing over your lightly flushed cheeks and shy expression. “He’s a complete idiot for giving you up, seriously,”

“Well, at least he’s disappointing them in bed now, not me,” you giggle, quickly covering your mouth when you realise what you’ve said aloud, eyes widening. The wine you’d had really loosening your lips, letting things out you’d kept to yourself for too long, itching to gossip. Sebastian’s eyes also widen before letting out a bark of laughter, a smirk settling on his face.

“Damn, cold,” he teases, gently poking your arm to get you to lower your hand. He cups your chin between his fingers and tips your head up to look at him, relishing in the deepening of your blush. “He couldn’t please you?” You bite your lip and shyly shake your head.

“He didn’t try that hard… to be fair,” you try to defend, but you hear yourself and know it sounds weak, it’s hardly a defence, just a further indictment of him. Sebastian’s fingers tighten on your chin, anger coursing through him again. You had been an angel sent from heaven into his life and he hadn’t even tried to please you.

“He’s a piece of shit, to be fair, a total scumbag, you deserve everything,” Sebastian declares, his jaw tight. “He should have been giving you like… 5 orgasms a night, kissing the ground you walked on,” he huffs. You giggle at his hyperbole, though your blush deepens, not used to openly discussing stuff like this, especially not with Sebastian’s thumb rubbing your jaw so gently, his face hovering close to yours. You taste the words before he says them. “That’s what I would do if I had you… you would always be satisfied, always,” he purrs, another risky move but he’s willing to make it. You take a shaky breath and slip your eyes closed, your mind filled suddenly with images of Sebastian pleasing you. “I would never be stupid enough to let you go or hurt you, I’d treat you like you deserve,”

Your lips crash to his without thinking, and his hands instantly fall to your waist, tugging you closer. He hums in excitement, he’d been waiting for this for so long and here it was. You taste delicious, with a hint of the wine from earlier that evening and a sweetness that was entirely your own. He tilts his head to press closer to you, tugging you closer until your legs settle across his lap, one hand caressing your hip, the other moving up to your hair. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling the two of you chest to chest in desperation. You had never felt this way with Shane, pure electricity coursing through your veins, your tongues meeting in a sensual dance, swirling and caressing. 

“Let me please you,” he murmurs between kisses, hand sneaking onto your back beneath your shirt. “Let me show you what it can be like, let me give you what you deserve,” with a breathless nod, he’s lifting you to your feet and the two of you are leaving the Saloon hand in hand.

The way back to your farm is full of your tipsy giggling, his hands softly brushing up and down your body and frequent stops to kiss. You can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other as you press each other up against trees and fences to have another taste. When you finally arrive at your farm, you stumble through the door, lips still connected, hands fisted in the fabric of his hoodie. Every cell in your body is on fire, you haven’t felt this amount of lust in a while, and all the sinful promises Sebastian had whispered against your mouth on your way here only made the anticipation grow. You pull him into the bedroom, stealing kisses as you go, which he returns with a smile. The eagerness surprises him in the best way, you seem totally obsessed with the idea of finding out what he can do for you, and he’s more than happy to show you. He pushes you down onto the bed, caging you in between his arms, hovering above you, moving his kisses down your jaw. The gasp that leaves your lips and that look in your eyes has his cock straining against his jeans. 

“So sexy, babe,” he growls, nipping your collarbone and placing a questioning hand on your stomach, just beneath your shirt. “Can I?” you nod, writhing beneath him. Your shirt is quickly shed and Sebastian looks over your chest with a clear look of arousal. “You’re so perfect, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he kisses and nips all over your chest, playfully making his way down your stomach to hear your breath hitch. He won’t use his mouth now, he feels too desperate to be inside of you, but he’s sure he’ll be using his mouth a lot in the future if he has his way, which it seems like he will. You’re completely willing beneath him, so aroused, pupils blown wide, body flushed and chest heaving lightly. “Want me?” he asks teasingly, toying with the button of your jeans. You nod helplessly. “Where?” he prompts, feeling a little drunk on the power he has over you right now. You huff softly.

“Inside… please, Sebastian, don’t tease right now,” you pout and he chuckles, finding your expression delicious, he leans up and pecks your pouty lips with a smile. 

“Sorry babe, I want to be inside you too,” he cups your cheek, kissing you deeper for a moment, which you enthusiastically reciprocate. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises deeply, popping open your jeans as he nips your bottom lip, helping you wiggle out of them, discarding them by your bed. There’s a quiet metallic thud and you both disconnect to look down at the source of the noise. “Oh shit, sorry,” he mumbles, realising your phone had been in your pocket, hurriedly reaching down to lift it and place it on the bedside table before returning to your lips. 

“Guess you were too eager,” you tease playfully and he agrees with a hum, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, his fingers tracing the edges of your underwear. He is happy to pull back and lift his arms when you start to tug at his hoodie and then the t-shirt underneath, smug when you look over his torso admiringly, eyes dark with lust.

“Like what you see?” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans, imagining himself soon between your legs.

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “I do…” Not bothered to feel insecure, Sebastian strips his boxers with his jeans, eyes lighting up when your mouth falls open at the sight of him. “Wow…” He knows he’s well-endowed, but is flattered by your reaction, being even more sure now that he can show you a very good time. You lift your hips as he tugs down your underwear, eyes glued on his rock-hard twitching length. You’re incredibly flattered by how aroused he seems as he looks you over.

“So stunning, can’t wait to bury my cock in you,” he purrs, massaging your inner thighs. From the corner of his eye, he notices your phone lighting up but tries his best to ignore it. There were more important things on his mind. He smirks as your body reacts to his words. 

“Please,” you breathe. “I need it,” 

He doesn’t need asking twice, settling between your legs, carefully positioning himself and making sure you’re ready for him, but as you whine pleadingly, it’s harder to be cautious. Slowly, he begins to press into you, relishing the warmth of you around his cock, squeezing softly. You both throw your heads back in sync, letting out pleased sounds. You feel like the perfect fit, taking him in so perfectly like you were made for him. He glances down to make sure you’re okay, your chest heaving and little whimpers leaving your throat. 

“Are you okay babe?” he asks breathlessly, eyes darting to your phone for a moment as it lights up again. You nod and mewl, wrapping your legs around his hips to get him to move. He chokes out a groan as he finally bottoms out, twitching within you. He knew you’d be amazing, but he couldn’t anticipate this. How did you feel so good? It seemed almost inconceivable. How could anyone give this up? He braces himself, his hands on either side of your head, pecking your lips before beginning to slowly rock in and out of you. Your hands fly up to clutch his back, and he groans at the feeling, drinking in the moans you let out against his lips. “Does that feel good? Yeah?” he husks, speeding up a little as your reactions egg him on. 

“Y-yeah… oh!” you whimper, your mouth falling open as he speeds up, letting out a constant string of moans. He can hear in your voice just how good you feel and the thought arouses him impossibly more, you’re so enchanting, you drive him crazy. He raises himself a little more so he can look down at you as he thrusts in and out, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure. He grips your hips, lifting you so he can sit up and continue thrusting. The new angle makes you gasp, his name falling as a whine from your lips, which he affectionately returns, smoothing his hands over your body as he ravishes you. He can see your phone continuously lighting up on the nightstand and it’s driving him crazy. He halts for just a moment, met by a whimper of protest from you, to reach over, intending merely to turn over the phone but then noticing who is messaging you.

About ten messages from ‘Shane DON’T ANSWER’ flood onto your screen, including a missed call. Sebastian growls in anger. He remembers you mentioning how he wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how many times you’d asked and how you were considering just blocking his number at this point. You plead softly with Sebastian to continue, craning your head from your lying position to try and understand why he’d stopped moving. Several of the messages mention Sebastian himself, saying how someone had seen the two of you leaving the Saloon together, followed by several insecure accusations. Sebastian can’t help but scoff a laugh at his insolence, picking up your phone and opening it. You raise your brows under him.

“What are you doing?” you ask quietly, watching as he taps through your phone, shifting your hips to try and get that delicious friction back. Sebastian bites his lip and his eyelids flutter, you feel like heaven, and he hates himself for stopping, for depriving the both of you, but he has an idea. He opens your messages, seeing days of Shane talking to himself in your messages, switching between begging and anger. That man was so pathetic, he couldn’t understand what you’d ever seen in him.

“Don’t worry, just lie there for me, babe,” he smirks, opening the camera attached to the messaging app and scrolling to the video function. You’re shifting your hips in search of pleasure again, and it looks so sexy through the camera, watching himself disappear inside of you. He groans loudly, clicking the record button on the screen. The flash comes on in the dim light, alerting you to what’s going on, and your brows fly up. He shushes you by placing a finger to his lips, beginning to thrust into you once more. All your protests die on impact, melting into a choked moan. Sebastian watches, enraptured as he slides in and out of you through the camera, grunting and speeding up, struggling to keep the camera steady when all he wants to do is completely lose himself in you once more. He can hear the steady slap of skin on skin and a mixture of both of your moans. The thought of sending this to Shane, claiming you away from him finally, makes him feel feral, and he thrusts into you even faster and harder than before. He tilts the camera up to show your face, and though obscured by your arm thrown over your eyes, it’s clear who it is. You whine over and over, your lips parted in pleasure. “Yeah? Fuck… tell me how good it feels,” he grunts.

“So good Seb…” you whine lewdly, stretching out the words, shaky with every thrust he gives you. The fact you’ve said his name sends a powerful jolt through his body and he pounds into you harder, making you shout out in ecstasy. He was showing you pleasure you’d never felt before, you’d been a little sceptical at the start of the evening, but now you knew you were never going back, he was hitting some spot within you that had you seeing stars, a spot you hadn’t even known you had, touching it again and again, leaving you in heaven. The fact he was filming you… excited you more than it should have, you couldn’t help imagining what it might look like. 

“That’s it, babe, cum for me, yeah… show how much you love it, fuck… you look so sexy,” he husks, pounding into you relentlessly, no longer focused on the camera, staring down at you hungrily. It’ll be clear what’s happening anyway. His free hand is all over you, squeezing and caressing as he continues thrusting with all his might, feeling you tightening around him, your moans increasing in volume. “Yes… that’s it,”

“Seb!” you wail, your legs shaking violently around his hips, pleasure exploding behind your eyes, more intense than you had felt, possibly ever. The knowledge you’re being filmed only heightens the experience tenfold, tingles running up and down your body, a warm syrupy feeling settling in your lower stomach. He whispers soothing praises as you spasm around his cock, making him choke on his words occasionally, still softly thrusting into you. You gasp for breath, still moaning with each aftershock that courses through you. In this calmer moment, Sebastian fumbles with your phone, shakily typing out a caption for the vulgar clip he just captured. 

“Don’t text again, we’re busy,” he types, though a little inaccurately in his aroused haze. The message is still clear. He presses send, makes sure it’s gone to Shane and then tosses your phone aside, noticing it already beginning to blow up with messages from him. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at the cocky smile on Sebastian’s face.

“I can’t believe I just let you do that,” you giggle breathlessly as he strokes your cheek with his thumb, still giving you a moment to compose yourself, though remaining inside of you. “I’ll probably regret it in the morning,”

“Nah, babe, you looked so hot, it’s his fault for giving you up,” Sebastian assures, leaning down to peck your lips. You smile and kiss back.

“I felt hot, but still… it’s not exactly something I’m used to,”

“Me neither, but it was sexy as hell, maybe we should do it more often,” he smiles, tucking a few kisses under your jaw. 

“Oh? You think we’ll do this again?” you tease. He grins against your skin, moving back up to hover over you, beginning to ever-so-slowly thrust into you once more, making you gasp. He growls playfully. 

“Oh yes… you deserve so much more pleasure, babe, and I intend to give it to you,”

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[milder-manners]

How Bad and Techno feels knowing that the guy they tried to bring with the Rebellion after being tortured is now on them, and is studying and finding out new magic powerful stuff to the Empire?

Making him now someone much worthwhile to the Empire than before.

How they feels knowing that Rebels created a useful "weapon" to the Empire, knowing they could have had an incredible ally, instead of an enemy (that even know their names and faces, and has a trail to find them)?

I believe Bad feels more regretful than anyt else, because he was the one who give Dream false hope about everything, not sure about Tecno.

And what they feels about their collaborators? Since they caused this mess in first place?

Is there a possibility that Techno or even Bad could choose to leave the Rebels? Maybe Techno will chose to create his own group in the hope that what happened will not happen again (The Syndacate)? I hope I wrote everything correctly 😅

You wrote everything very eloquently!

The situation was that Bad and Techno did everything they could to spare Dream.

They all knew, especially Dream, that the Rebellion wasn't going to take his presence very kindly as a former Hunter. None of them expected a warm welcome so the Rebellion members were prepared to vouch for him.

What none of them foresaw, was the sheer bloodlust the Rebellion and its council held.

They didn't care that Dream could be a useful ally, a powerful ally. Not just as a former Hunter, but a symbol of change and better future for the rest of the kingdom. They didn't care that it was fundamentally better and smarter to give Dream a chance in their rebellion, to make him living proof to other Hunters who want to defect that they can find a place here.

What they did was stupid.

But the Rebellion, and the council, couldn't see that. Dream was a monster, a Hunter. One of the Hands of the Crown! He's done terrible things to who knows how many people in service to that tyrannical government. So many people here have lost families or everyone to the Hunters. You just want to let him off scott free just like that? Where was the justice?

So they threw him to the enchanters and doctors.

Techno and Bad (and George and Sapnap) were outnumbered. In the most literal sense. Dream was taken away and hidden somewhere they couldn't find. George and Sapnap were assigned somewhere far off, and Techno and Bad still had their numerous responsibilities to their people.

There was quite literally nothing they could've done, and they tried everything still.

I'm still working on the timeline, but I think Dream was tortured for about .5 - 1 year. By the end of that time the only thing the others did was hope that he was dead and resting.

Dream coming back wasn't a shock, it was a sinking acceptance of the worst possibility coming true.

They didn't want to kill him, but they needed to.

(Techno and Bad are not going to leave the Rebellion, unity is the only way to take down the Crown and the Enderdragon. They need to put aside all their regrets and guilt.)

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Kurt Wagner x FemReader

Chocolate Relief 🍫

NOTE!: So this takes place after X2 but before the 3rd Movie, I had to do some math as well since this version was born in the 60s so all are adults of respecting age (ballpark Kurt is in his 40s?). (This actually kind of plays well with the drug themes) And per request it is hinted reader has some sort of mermaid/siren mutation however vague enough for personal preference. I tried

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Drug Use, High Sex, Mentions of War, Rough/Mildly public sex, Slightly twisted Kurt

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Great.

Who doesn't love being slid into the breaking point of a war?

Losing Jean..?

Everyone on the brink of a total breakdown?

What a time to be alive.

(Y/N) stood outside of the Mansion, scratching at the scales of her arm as she looked out at nothing in particular. Her mind drifting to the utter depths of how she could survive.. what she could have done, could do.

"Fuck I need a smoke-" She grumbled in what can only be called numb exhaustion.

"Is it weird to think that someone ment for water smokes so much?-" She hears a soft voice next to her. Glancing to see Bobby standing there, clearly as broken as the others.

"What can I say- I enjoy a mellow time" (Y/N) said softly. "Especially after this shit show..." She Mumbled, her fingers scratching at the scales of her arm again, Bobby reaching out and grabbing her hand to pull away- Showing the blood dripping from where she was scratching, some of those pretty opal like scales having been scratched off and on the ground.

"Let's not mutilate ourselves- Especially resident mermaid chick-"

(Y/N) stared at her now bleeding arm and groaned in frustration.

"This is too fucking much- I'm calling my plug" She grumbled pulling out her flip. Bobby tsking at this.

"You can't be serious- You are honestly trying to buy drungs, at a school with a dude who reads minds?"

"Pretty sure my little indulgence isn’t his biggest concern," " She pointed out a bit sharper then she ment. Bobby face twisting slightly as he nodded and walked off- Leaving (Y/N) to her devices.

Rubbing her face she marched back inside of the Mansion, a scowl now on her face as she wanted to just hide in her room.

"Hey (Y/N)!"

That rather sweet heavily accented voice called out, coming down the stairs in truthfully a rather ungrateful manner was Kurt. A small smile on his lips. (Y/N) letting a soft smile go across her face- How can anyone be in a bad mood at the sight of the blue fanged mutant standing there in far too baggy clothes. 

"Hey Blueberry"

(Y/N) said softly, smiling at the resident teleporter who had become a sweet friend in these trying times.

"You're bleeding-" He said softly catching her injury almost immediately, (Y/N) didn't even get a chance to explain before a cloud of blue sulfur like gas puffed in her face.

And just like that he was gone, (Y/N) chuckling plopped down on a step figuring it was best to wait it out.

He had been nothing but a sweetheart the entire time he had been there, the two of them almost immediately hitting it off as well. (Y/N) having caught most didn't really talk to Kurt as he was a bit awkward at times, so she went a bit out of her way to speak with him- This lead to him opening up and being a cheerful bean, The two often sitting there chatting with each other for hours on end.

Paired with the rather obvious crush the little German dude had.

She knew, she wasn't an idiot afterall- A blue guy turning a deep purple when she had to make adjustments in her uniform and jumped a few times making him look away shyly.

So Yeah it was pretty obvious. But apparently the one she had on him was not as noticeable-

With another nice 'Bamf' to the face. He had returned with the medical kit in his hands, clumsily pulling out some bandages and taking a seat next to her- Kurt cleaning the scales as softly as possible seeming so stressed at seeing the patches missing or just hanging there and dressing them.

"Why is so much off?" He mumbled softly, worry in his voice.

"I scratched at it. Stress- call it a bad tick I guess"

His eyes flicked up to look at her face, understanding immediately- The two now sitting in silence as Kurt finished up.

(Y/N) smiled, looking at the well dressed bandages over her scales.

"The sweetheart strikes again"

He blushed at this, his tail coiling on himself slightly.

"Of course" He said softly, messing with his hands a bit.

“I know right now it is.. Not good.. Can we watch tv together?.. Still?” (Y/N) eyes softened at hearing this, it dawned on her a little that he most likely wanted some company especially during these times. Companionship and to not grieve alone. 

“Of course, sounds like a good thing right now” Kurt smiled at hearing this, standing up and of course helping (Y/N) up as well just to be a gentleman it seemed, Before her phone jingled, Quickly finishing it from her pocket with a bit of excitement. 

“Who is that?” He asked rather fast, Making (Y/N) smirk a bit- Green was definitely a new color on Kurt it seemed. 

“I'm just waiting for a friend to come by-” 

She looked at her phone for a sec seeing the message on her little phone. Smiling at it. 

“Looks like Tomorrow-” He raised a brow at this, a small slip of curiosity and jealousy going over his face.

“Your friend?” His face scrunching up a bit as (Y/N) poked his nose. 

“Yep, Shes my Kinda Friend. Now come on, we still have more Disney movies to go through” She said, patting his arm softly as the two headed out to watch some movies. 

“What is a Kinda Friend?” 

"Thank you oh sweet Canada"

(Y/N)  Mumbled as she thanked the heavens above, Happy her hookup was willing to bring some of the good stuff down in such short notice.

"Your favorite Gardener is here~" Jane said cheerfully, Happy to meet close to the Mansion in a little secluded area on the side.

"Yeah Gardener my ass- You can make these things in your sleep, Green Thumb Mutant"

"What I decide to do with my mutation is my business that you very much" (Y/N) chuckled as Jane stuck her tongue out at her playfully.

“You know you're quite warm blooded for a dealer” (Y/N) pointed out gesturing to the obviously brightly colored get-up.

“Being a polite innocent one is far easier to move around then a dark hoodie and smelling like cigarettes. Besides I'm not a dealer, I'm a Gardener” Jane said in a sing song voice opening her purse calmly as she dug into it.

"Alright, So I got some of the OG Kush Classic, Girl Scout Cookies very sweet, and Northern Lights super relaxing-"

(Y/N) had to snort over a laugh. "Not a dealer my ass-”

However she thoughts soon went over the impending war- How she would cope.. If she would even live… Or Jean?

"Northern Lights.. As much as you can give"

Jane nodded as she pulled out the little baggy and handed it over to (Y/N) who pocketed it. Jane could see the stress on her face, the 'Gardner' glanced around again as she dug into her purse again.

"And here, since you seem a bit stressed" Jane mumbled before passing over a chocolate bar.

"A chocolate bar?" (Y/N) Deadpanned- looking over the clearly handmade bar wrapped in plastic wrap with a folded note somewhere in the plastic mess.

"No No, You see- I had a vision of infusions. Infusing the best of my darling works into easy to ingest getups. Like Brownies but for anything. So far I got chocolate bars and muffins down" She said proudly, (Y/N) shrugging at least mildly impressed.

"Alright I guess?"

"And I'm sure it will lead to fantastic stress relief"

Jane winked at her dear friend, (Y/N)  laughed at this as she passed over the cash to Jane.

"Alright I'll take your word on it- All it's there" (Y/N) said smoothly as she began walking off leaving her 'Gardener' There who smiled brightly.

"See yea (Y/N)!" Jane called out as the two departed. (Y/N) giving a passing thumbs up. 

(Y/N) made her way back to the Mansion fairly quick, calm as she walked past the group of people speaking over plans and ideas- Aka more stress then she wanted to deal with at the moment.. Slipping into her room as quickly as possible she prepared.. 

A towel under the door, window open and incense burning… Perfect. 

Now for the moment of truth- 

In about an hour (Y/N) was lit up, Laid back with her equipment of choice next to her (Blue Bong) and staring up at the ceiling. Reaching in to possibly pack another bowl when she remembered the chocolate bar.

Sitting up she snagged it quickly and began to unwrap- She was hungry anyway so a chocolate bar sounded pretty good. Unwrapping the homemade packing she pulled out the little note attached and quickly read through it.

'Sweet Spot- a fun bar to get you in the mood ;3 '

‘'Ah Hell Jane-'’ She grumbled as her face scrunched up at the Fugly looking bar.

(Y/N) needed something to relax- not one to bring her up. Rolling the chocolate bar back up and looking over the label again. No ingredients listed which seemed sketchy as hell if not expected.

"The fuck did you put in this Jane.."

Yeah no- She wasn't eating this. Tossing the note in the trash she walked out, making sure to peak around first before making her way to the kitchen. Sneaking down to the main kitchen as the clearly high as fuck Mutant still clutching the chocolate bar slowly slide herself to the fridge

Tossing the bar in the fridge as she grabbed some food- 'Thank you Ororo for keeping the fridges stocked you magical women of all that is good' (Y/N) quickly shoving a slice of whatever pizza this was in her mouth as she snuck back upstairs to her room.

As if the cosmos had willed in, Kurt made his way downstairs as worry painted his face. Rubbing his hands together in worry, his rosary starting to leave marks on his skin with how much he was messing with them. He had been meeting with the others about strategies, Scott crying and overall feeling a wash of fear hitting him. 

Opening the fridge prepared to just get some water so he could pray in his room or do something to get his mind off of well- everything right as he sees some chocolate- ugly looking chocolate but chocolate non the less, hesitantly he takes it and the said water and settles down. Kurt sits there staring into space, breaking off a bit of the sweet treat- it was a small comfort however was something he figured no one would miss since it had clearly been thrown so harshly in the back. Chewing slowly Kurt could taste a weird- ting to it?

Looking it over he assumed this must be what American chocolate tasted like- he heard it was bad but didn't expect this truthfully.

He didn't see any sort of labeling but shrugged non the less- He wasn't in a position to complain.

He finished the odd tasting candy and went to settle in one of the many livingrooms, Turning on the TV as he laid on his side letting the numbing sound of infomercials wash over him. Kurt starting to giggle a bit to himself and feels a warm wash fall over him.

Relaxed and overall- Fuzzy? Rubbing his face which seemed to tingle slightly as he let his mind wonder- a grin going over his lips.

It wasn't for another hour when (Y/N) ventured back down stairs after the cotton mouth and some need some additional snacks as round two kicked in, (Y/N) walking over to the fridge and looked around. Snagging once again a random assortment of items.

In the livingroom (Y/N) steps by and seems something moving on the couch, leaning over she sees Kurt on his side facing the TV and squirming weirdly. His tail coiled around himself as he seemed to chuckle at nothing? 

"Blue? You alright?"

She asked softly, placing a hand on his back. Kurt rolled up rather fast surprising (Y/N) as he looked to her, a fanged smile greeting her as he starred in what was nothing short of admiring. 

"Are you okay? You seem a bit uh" She reached forward to check his forehead however he captured her hand quickly and kissed her hand. Watching the way (Y/N) flushed bright red.

“Du bist wunderschön”

He said softly, almost dreamy? (Y/N) still red in the face, swallowed a bit thickly.

"Kurt you know I don't know German" She said softly watching as Kurt gently pulled her close to the back of the couch to meet him as close as possible.

“Ich war von Anfang an in dich verliebt”

He said softly, His free hand reaching up to place on her flushed cheek gently caressing it- Kurt leaning forward slightly so they were perfectly eye to eye.

"Do you dislike?" He asked softly, clearly wanting to not overstep. (Y/N) placing her hand on his that laid on her cheek. "I like.." She said shyly, the space between them closing in as he laid soft kisses on her cheek and over her flushed face- Seeing how she leaned into his touches, as he laid a kiss on the corner of her lips seeing how she tried to meet his but he pulled back slightly- almost as if he was teasing her.

"Can I?" He whispered softly, as she nodded once more, In a second he lips crashed into hers. She practically melted against him, His surprisingly soft lips flushed against her as she enjoyed every second of the sweet lips.. Very sweet lips, Almost like-

Chocolate?-

Herby Chocolate?

Ah Shit.

She pulled back quickly with wide eyes, Kurt looking just as surprised as she stared at his face. "Oh my god- You ate the chocolate I put in the fridge didn't you?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at this and nodded.  

"T-That had er.. My drugs or.. whatever got put in there.." She mumbled embarrassed, Kurt raising both eyebrows at her in amusement.

“You.. Put drugs in Schokolade” He said almost amused.

“I am so sorry Blue, It wasn't my intension to.. I don't know how you feel about that and and..” She stopped her babbling as his arms wrapped around her waist, pressing his face into her neck (Y/N) feeling him smile against her skin. 

“Its okay.. No one is free of Sin” He said softly, (Y/N) catching a rather- New tone to his voice as well. 

"Are you mad?" She asked softly, Kurt moving to look her in the eyes as a playful smile went over his lips.

"Little.. But maybe if we kiss again id be less so?" He said softly, clearly testing the waters. Which earned a smile from (Y/N) as she giggled, leaning in close.

"How can I not agree to such a good offer?" She grinned and leaned in kissing him once more. The soft taste of herbs and chocolate filling her senses as (Y/N) couldn't help but moan against his lips.

Kurt pulled her over the back of the couch to join him, setting her on his lap and the two rocked against each other. Their arms wrapped around each other, (Y/N) rocking her hips against him earning a growl from him- (Y/N) feeling his erection against her core making a shiver go through her system. Kurt pulling back from the kiss as his yellow eyes found hers-

"Do you want to stop maus?" He asked softly, his hands still wrapped around her waist as he made sure the two of them stayed still till he was sure. (Y/N) smiled at him and nodded, leaning forward as she captured his lips once more. Wrapping their arms around each other once more.

The two sliding off the uncomfortable fancy couch, Kurt moving the two towards the nearest wall as the two hands explored each other. Kurt humming against her lips, His hands finding their way down her hips and grasping at the soft flesh of her ass as he lifted her- (Y/N) giving a surprised squeak at how easily he moved her.

Kurt's tail wrapping around the hem of her lounging pants and beginning to pull them down with ease. (Y/N) helping as she reached down to free Kurt from his own tented pants, quite surprised by the length that greeted her hands- Kurt giving a grunt at the feeling of her hands on him. His tail moving up to push up the top of her shirt just enough to see her exposed breast in the evening air-

He locked eyes with her once more, his eyes clearly wishing to know she was okay with this- (Y/N) placing a kiss on his lips softly and nodding.

That final green light seemed to spring him into action closed the space between them as his tail snuggly wrapped around her thigh like a coil, caging her in- as if he was making sure she couldn't wiggle away. The head of his cock teasingly rubbing her folds as he pulled her onto him.

(Y/N) was no virgin, however this made her feel no better than one. Her hands wrapping around him tightly as he sunk into her, Only pausing briefly as he felt (Y/N) wrap around him so well once he bottomed out. What could only be described as a purr leaving him as he began to thrust into her immediately.

The snaps of his hips knocking the sweet idea of an innocent church boy from her mind as he hit every right spot lighting her body on fire- His cock rocking into her body like he was making sure she would never forget-

And she doubted she ever would.

Her nails clawing at the back of his shirt as a way to anchor herself at the bruising pace. His tail keeping her in a possessive lock as she whimpered and had moans tumble past her lips. Kurt pace began Faster, Harder and More brutal, bullying into her in the most pleasurable way.

(Y/N) desperately biting her lips to keep from making too much noise, tears prickling her eyes as Kurt rolled his hips into her- those dark blue curls rubbing against her clit making her whole body shutter, her face pressing into him as she tried to desperately keep from making too much noise, as his name whimpered past her lips like a prayer. Kurt grinning at the sight as hushed grunts left him-

Cute~

His tail released from her thigh before coiling around her waist tightly- freeing a hand which worked a way up to mouth silencing her- A impish smile on his face as he quickened his pace, grunting in her ear softly. "Cant wake the students maus~"

(Y/N) eyes widened as a surprise wave of arousal washed through her system, Kurt feeling her tighten around him as he began his brutal pace- Hearing her muffled moans and past against his palm, (Y/N) throwing her head back in bliss- Rationally seeming leaving the both of them as the lewd sounds filled the Livingroom.

Kurt stared at her exposed breast and neck, grunting with each thrust as he leaned forward and began to nip and suck on the soft skin starting at her chest- uncaring of the blooming marks on her skin as he let his fangs scrape against her- Feeling the broken moans against his callous palm as he continued to work (Y/N) poor body, Nipping and biting his way as he made sure to leave no spot unloved.

Hiccupped mewls leaving her throat as she felt his teeth run over her- Her nipples being treated by the flat of his skilled tongue and ending with fangs going over her as nips and scraps went over her skin leaving small cuts and marks, her pulse picking up in what could only be described as the most frightening primal arousal imaginable as his fangs danced over her neck as if playing with her- the coil in her stomach tightening with each harsh thrust into her no doubt bruised cunt- Her mind fuzzy by this point.

He sunk his teeth into that soft part of her neck, Feeling the mewling gasp of her against his palm- a rich cry ripping through her as her legs tightened and shook around him like a vice, her back arching as her chest pressed against him. Kurt grunted as he felt her walls wrap around him as she came- Whimpering against his palm as (Y/N) clawed at his back.

(Y/N) could see spots in her vision, Feeling the overstimulating feeling of Kurt's erratic and unsteady hips against her own- Bringing himself to his own climax with a few shuttered thrust barely having enough time to pull out of her as he came against her exposed thigh. Panting hard as managed to steady the two of them, Holding both of their spent forms against the wall.

Kurt gently pulling his hand from (Y/N) lips, hearing those shuttering pants leave her, Managing to place a few kisses on her lips as she returned them a bit sloppily from her blissed out state.

"I don't know we should order a pizza?-" "I don't know we had that yesterday?"

(Y/N) and Kurt's eyes widened like saucers as they heard the shuffle of people walking downstairs and clearly a younger group- Immediately Kurt teleported the two to his room before they could be seen- Kurt panting hard as the two where pressed against the wall of his bedroom. Still holding (Y/N) who was barely able to stand as she was still coming down from her high.

Slowly the two of them slid down the wall together, Kurt leaning on his forearms caging her in as the two sat against each other trying to ease themselves.

"I have never done that before-" He managed out, (Y/N) looking to him and smirking.

"Sex or the teleporting right after?" Kurt held up two of his three fingers indicating the ladder as he leaned back somewhat settled- The two staring at each other before breaking out in giggles. Kurt unwrapping his tail from her waist as the two sat on the floor, (Y/N) closing her legs a little and blushing deeply at the feeling of warmth still dripping from between her thighs.

After a few seconds of catching their breaths (Y/N) shyly looked to Kurt.

"Hey um.. I really am sorry Blue, I really didn't mean to well- Drug you by proxy" She said softly, However felt weirdly awkward by issuing an apology with her pants still down her ankles. Kurt blushed as he bit his bottom lip looking away, mainly yo avoid looking between her legs.

"Its fine.. It didnt last long anyway.." He mumbled softly. (Y/N) raising a brow at his choice of words and the sly look on his face. Before it clicked-

'No one is without sin'

"You little shit! It had worn off by then!" (Y/N) scolded as she smacked Kurt's shoulder who lowered his head in guilt. Mumbling about his mutation or whatnot under his breath.

"I'm Sorry.. A-Are you mad?" He mumbled, slyly tucking himself back into his trousers, Blushing as his tail twitched nervously behind him. (Y/N) sighed, crossing her arms as she looked down at him.

"A bit...But-"

She started, Kurt now looking up at her as she smirked at him. Giving him a playful wink.

"I know a way to be less so" She smiled, Kurt giving his impish smile as his tail swayed behind him quickly and excitedly.

"How can I not agree?~"

Bonus! 

(Y/N) Took another drag of her joint, sighing in relief as she felt the smoke wash over her lungs. This had been the perfect little hiding spot- Right under her window covered by some eucalyptus trees that covered the scent of her smoke.

She rolled her shoulder as she felt relaxation wash over her, She was still quite a bit sore from her and Kurt's rather.. eventful few days having sported a hoodie since the bites and scrapes on her neck made it looked like she was attacked by some sort of wild beast-

Closing her eyes she felt all tension leave her body- That was till the rustling of bushes to her left snapped her from said peace.

She jumped in surprise as she spotted Logan of all people- her and the male stared at each other, a bottle of bourbon in his hand as he stared at the joint in (Y/N)'s.

...

Slowly as a olive branch (Y/N) held out the joint to him silently, he narrowed his eyes before walked over and took it as he took a heavy drag. Settling not far from her as he passed it back, Logan opening his bourbon as he took a sip and seemed to sigh in relief himself.

The two of them silently enjoying their respective vices, Logan hesitated for a second before holding the bottle out to (Y/N) who silently took it and taking a swig before passing it back.

Logan eyes looked over (Y/N) silently, before spotting the carpet scrapes on her knees and picking up a particular scent just barely hidden under the herby smell- His nose wrinkled as he wiped the top of the bottle with his shirt and scowled.

"So it is the damn elf.."

He mumbled out, (Y/N) looking to him silently and raised a brow. Logan gesturing to the scrapped knees and tapping his nose, She had forgotten she was in her sleeping shorts still and having snuck down- Not anticipating seeing anyone..

The two stood in silence again, this time no passing taking place.

"...Say if a spare bottle were to appear here along with another few ounces- would all remain silent?" (Y/N) asked softly, glancing to Logan who narrowed his eyes silently.

"You got a deal-" He gruffed out taking another sip of his drink. "And if you ever take a sip of my drink with blue dick lips again I'll drop kick you"

(Y/N) chuckled at this as she gave a thumbs up at the other.

"Got yourself a deal-"

[allenkel]

Parker Luck

This is a work in progress fanfic inspired by Dark Matter by mystercyclone on ao3 and pretty much every other work similar to it! So, make sure to check them out!

For now, here's a sneak peek at the first chapter!

    Parker Luck- Chapter 1 (Sneak Peak)

          By: Allen Kelsey

After saying his goodbyes to Ned and MJ Peter returned to Dr. Strange, ready for him to start. “I’m ready… I’m ready.” Peter reassured himself as well as Dr. Strange. He winced, his wounds, cuts, and scrapes all stung and hurt badly, mainly the one on his torso that looked like he was struck by lightning. “Good, but this is going to be risky, the invasion of the multiverse is making this world and everything in it unstable, including magic. Are you sure about this? If this goes wrong...” Dr. Strange looked at Peter, who just nodded in response, determination in his eyes. He really didn’t want to use this spell, not on the kid who fought with him through a war that he didn’t even need to be involved in, the kid who died in Tony’s arms and was brought back only for him to witness Tony die, saving everyone. “Is... Is it supposed to be green?..” Dr. Strange snapped out of his thoughts looking back at the spell, it’s not supposed to be green.. “Oh shit, Parker-” Before he could say anything the spell exploded directly in Peter's direction... It was bright.

When the blast of light dissipated, the kid was gone. “W-where..?” He looked around the world was normal, at least in terms of not collapsing normal. Then he panicked, where’d the kid go? He had his memory of him still, yet the world wasn’t collapsing? Dr. Strange went over the traces of magic left behind, “Oh shit..” shit shit shit shit! The spell became way too unstable and had started pulling in more energy than what he thought was possible from the cracks in the universe, he knew what happened. The kid isn’t here anymore, but he knows he's not dead. At Least he thinks so.. 

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Peter felt his molecules and atoms rip apart at the sudden burst of light, then he felt them come together again.

Over and over and over and over-

It hurts.

He tried to grab onto anything and everything not understanding what happened, what's going on, just that he needed to stop the pain.

It hurts

It hurts.

It hurts!-

He felt his lungs burning and he couldn’t breathe but he couldn’t move either.

Why couldn’t he breathe?

He couldn’t move but he needed to breathe! He tried desperately to move, to get his body out of whatever it was that was preventing him from breathing.

He can’t breathe!

He felt big hands grab him pulling him out of something heavy and wet, they put him down on something cold, but he still couldn’t breathe!

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That's the sneak peek for you all! Also! Just a heads up that I don't have a routine posting schedule so be prpared to either get a chapter or not by the end of the month!

P.S.- Peter's body (NOT his powers) kind of got de-aged because of the whole magic going all over the place, hence the note at the top saying most of this work was inspired by small or big ideas from others and this will be my first really committed fanfic that I am motivated to keep making!