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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Elvis Presley x Virgin!Fem!Reader

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : SMUTTT, lots of kissing, fingering, Elvis's a softie and js soooo gentle with reader :(

𝐀/𝐍 : Hii !! Just wanted to say that part.5 & part.6 of "Caged By His Love" will be out tomorrow!! (I'm in Paris so it depends on where y'all are <3)

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sitting beside Elvis cozily while he was sprawled on his bed, reading a book, your eyes read over the words printed on the book you were holding, a peaceful silence lingering in the air.

he had invited you over to spend the night, just a simple innocuous 'sleepover' even, not admitting that he’d gotten a little bit too lonely in here, he didn't really like being in Germany. You two met at a party a year ago, he'd opened up to you about his problems, how he felt after his Mama died and all, since then you were like bestfriends.

you were a bit too invested into the plot, some cheesy romance novel that you were somehow enjoying. cliches were not that bad sometimes, after all. you found yourself unconsciously smiling at all these events happening to the protagonist, a foreign ache blooming in your chest. envy? or perhaps just mere curiousity, you’ve never had a decent experience with dating, after all.

not even a first kiss, and it embarrassed you greatly.

almost everyone you knew was either already dating or experienced in this field, and no matter how much you tried to hide your lack of knowledge, it was clearly obvious. you weren’t innocent by all means, the book in your hands was evidence enough, the scenes already accelerating to something more heated. though reading such things sometimes felt like a self sabotaging method because it always left you craving something similar.

your eyes drifted over to Elvis, watching the neutral expression adorning his face, one arm folded under his head while his other hand held the book in his hand. you couldn’t help but take advantage of the fact that he was not looking at you, admiring the way those plump lips of his were parted, his black hair messy from the shower, you loved his hair a lot.

his eyes were half lidded, your heart skipping a beat as you watched him unconsciously lick his bottom lip, blood rushing to your cheeks, the book in your hand long forgotten. why was your body even reacting like this, so eager to memorise every inch of his face?

“starin' a lil' too much, aren’t ya?” his calm voice broke you out of your trance, earning a soft gasp from you as you quickly looked away, the action of no avail. he’d already caught you.

“nah, you just had a thing in your hair” it was clear that you were lying. he noted how you were a little bit too squirmy, avoiding his eyes — flustered. he couldn’t help but feel a smirk rising on his lips, sitting up on his bed as he put his book aside, all of his attention now pointed at you.

“you lyin'.” he scoffed, leaning forward.

silence once again fell within his bedroom, short yet tense. you could hear your heartbeat getting louder in your ears, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“Elvis, have you ever… kissed anyone?”

what a foolish question to ask, of course he had kissed many times, on stage, for pictures, with his girlfriends, during sex, fumbling your words out in the spur of the moment. though the ways his eyes widened made you go still, realisation replacing the confusion on his face almost as quickly. he snorted, his head falling back as he nodded. “‘course i’ve kissed girls. I mean look a' me”

you rolled your eyes, pursing your lips shut while trying to ignore the fact that you were a little bit too aware of the heat on your face, shrugging your shoulders. “i-it’s… it’s just…” fuck, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. “i haven’t… y’know.” you kept trailing off, looking anywhere and everywhere but at him.

he hummed knowingly, staring at you intently. he obviously knew that — definitely not because he always kept close tabs on you behind your back — always surprised that no one had kissed you or swept you off your feet yet. lucky him, he supposed, it was exactly what he’d wanted for a while now. “i know.”

“you do?” you gasped out, though he didn’t let you feel ashamed, his hands soon grasping yours, gently intertwining your fingers.

“i think everyone does.” he snickered, causing you to whine in protest, not even able to swat his shoulders gently since he was holding your hands. “but why’re you bringin' it up, huh?” he feigned innocence.

he was so frustrating, obviously knowing that you wanted to try kissing him, especially due to the way your eyes kept trailing down onto his lips, your own lips parting slightly, as if wondering what it’d feel like to kiss him.

the thought of being your first kiss made his heart flutter in the best way possible, every little dream of his about you aching to come true. but still, it was funny to mess with you and watch you stutter while trying to not make a mess of yourself. you were just so damn adorable.

“i was wondering… if maybe we could try it.” you mumbled quietly.

“try what?”

only if you could punch him. “kissing…!” you squeaked out, already regretting your words. what if he’d reject you, never look at you the same again?

“should’ve said that sooner.” he whispered, making you realise just how close he was to you as he leaned forward, his hands pulling you in front of him, soon moving up to cup your face, the tender action making your fears melt away.

“want me t'be your first kiss, mama?” his voice was more hoarse now, eyes glimmering with need as he stared down from your eyes to your lips, and then back up at your eyes that were staring at him so dreamily, feeling you nod hastily.

he soon closed the distance between you both, pressing his lips against yours. he was slow and gentle, not wanting to freak you out as you clumsily kissed him back, your fists bunching his shirt up as you clung onto him, feeling his head tilt slightly, his lips parting and moving against yours, swallowing up your surprised little noises.

it felt so good, better than you’d expected from all these novels that you’d been reading. his fingers were neatly tucked behind your ears, not minding that you were leaning forward obliviously, just wanting to be closer to him.

“c’mere.” he grunted against your mouth, that noise alone making your heart go all giddy as he pulled you up to sit on his lap, letting your hands leave his shirt as your arms wrapped around his neck, continuing to kiss him. you couldn’ believe you were kissing your best friend.

he reluctantly pulled away after a while, knowing that you had to catch your breath, eyes drinking in the sight of your panting softly, your lips all wet from the kiss. from the kiss he gave you. he found himself grinning like a fool, pressing a few more kisses on the side of your mouth, hearing you giggle.

“not too bad for a first kiss, yeah?” he asked, earning a hum from you as you snugly sat on his lap, feeling his hands hold onto your waist, fingers slipping sneakily inside your waist, rubbing your sides in light circular motions, just a shy away from the waistband of your shorts. you didn’t mind, staring at him with wide eyes, your breathing quickening at the feeling of his skin against yours.

“what’cha thinkin' 'bout?” he asked, beginning to press light pecks on your jaw once he felt that you were comfortable enough.

your throat tightened momentarily, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked down, shaking your head, feeling your ears unbearably heat up once again. “nothing.” you whispered too quietly. he tsked, one hand reaching up to gently grab the side of your face, tilting your head towards his.

“just…” you cleared your throat. “just wanna do more.”

“more?”

“y’know what i mean!” this time, you did swat on his shoulders, causing him to chuckle as he nodded.

“mhm, i know. my lil' baby wants more.” he felt your legs spreading a bit more by his hips, your body squirming on his lap. “ever touched yourself?” he asked, rendering you surprised by his rather crude question.

“yes. doesn’t feel really good… i suck at it.” you huffed, not wanting to give the details of how you awkwardly stuck your fingers inside you or tried to rub yourself, either going too fast or too slow, always failing to reach the peak.

“oh no.” he cooed mockingly, his hand gently resting on your stomach through your shirt, his eyes finding yours, softening up. you looked so shy when your confidence was all drained out, it made him want to kiss you all the more greedily. but not yet, that’d be too fast. “want me t'make you feel good princess ?” he asked, genuine.

your eyes widened, wondering if he was joking or not, though the way he was staring at you and touching you with so much care made you want to swoon, nodding after a few seconds.

“use your words, lil' mama.”

“yes…” a smile found its way to your lips, his hands swift to shift you around so now you were in between his legs once he parted them, your back resting against his chest. you giggled, your thighs squeezing shut while he pressed soft kisses on the top of your head and then your nape, his hands gently roaming over your torso through the fabric of your shirts, caressing away through your breasts, causing your breath to hitch.

“lift your hips up, baby.” he ordered, to which you eagerly obeyed by leaning up so he could tug your shorts down, groaning audibly at the sight of your panties. “fuck, always wanted t'see ya like this.” he confessed, taking down your panties too, putting the clothes aside, not letting you see that he snuck your panties into the pocket of his jacket.

“really?” you whimpered out, feeling his hands gently guiding your legs open, your back trying to lean more into his chest. his fingers snaked down, palming your pussy, your hips already twitching at the foreign touch.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” he couldn’t help but groan, pleased as his fingers swiped through your slicken folds, gathering some wetness. he was hard, his cock eager to jump out of his pants but that was a matter for later, some other day. today was all about you.

carefully, he begins to circle his fingers around your clit, feeling it pulsate due to his feather-like, almost teasing movements. you moaned out blissfully, eyes flying shut as he continued to rub your clit, your skin tingling at this newfound feeling.

“feels good?” he asked, earning a hum from you, his head resting on your shoulder, almost nuzzling against your cheek. his other hand went from gently caressing your thighs to in between your legs. “want mah fingers in you too?”

“yes…” you mewled in ecstacy, lips parted in awe as your legs stayed spread, aching a bit though the pleasure coursing within you made it easy for you to ignore that. one hand focused on your clit while the other spread your folds apart, a finger teasing your tight hole, your hips trying to buck forward.

“so eager. all of this is f’me, yeah?” he was breathless, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against your ear as you nodded, whining out something incomprehensible that seemed like a ‘yeah’.

his finger soon pushed into your pussy, feeling your squelchy walls squeeze around his digit eagerly. fuck, you were so tight, it made him want to stuff you full of his cock to see how prettily you’d stretch around him. he begin to gently move his finger around you, the other hand not ceasing its movements, fingers continuing to rub your clit.

“El… Elvis!” you tilted your head, eagerly gasping out his name, your lips trying to find his. he indulged, kissing your lips once again, sneaking in a second finger inside your pussy, beginning to thrust them in and out. his fingers were nicely long, reaching in and probing against your sweet spots that you had convinced yourself didn’t exist. it all felt so good, your wetness leaking onto his fingers and probably dirtying his sheets too, the pleasure from both the simultaneous rubbing of your clit and his fingers fucking your pussy made your body writhe, feeling all sensitive, getting closer to the edge embarrassingly quick.

every pretty noise you were making was muffled against his mouth, feeling all hot and needy, something building up in your stomach. “i-i think m’gonna cum.” you fumbled over your words after pulling away from the kiss.

“keep lookin’ at me.” his fingers continued to thrust in and out of your pussy at a steady pace while rubbing your wet throbbing clit, his hands a mess, eyes staying locked onto your glossy ones. your breathing quickened as you felt your peak approaching, crying out once you orgasmed, cumming all over his fingers, walls clenching around him impossibly tight as your body convulsed. his fingers didn’t stop rubbing your clit until you were a limp mess in his arms, panting softly, all warm and fuzzy.

he gently pulled his fingers out, proudly looking at them before moving his fingers to your mouth. “lick it f’me?” he asked softly, your brain melted into mush as you opened your mouth to suckle onto his fingers for a while until he pulled them out. comfortably sitting you up, he cradled your face and pressed a kiss on your nose, watching you smile doppily, just so happy.

“wanna get cleaned up?” he tilted his head, causing your brows to furrow.

“but… what about you?” you asked, looking down at the tent formed in his pants. Shaking his head as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“don’t wanna go so fast on ya and freak ya out. someday later, 'kay?” truth was that he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, claiming you as his as soon as he’d fuck you properly, letting his obsession unveil. he promised himself that he wouldn’t do that — not yet at least — wanting your first time to be gentle with him taking his time with you.

and you'd be looking forward to it.

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acupofinkedblood · 2 days ago

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Subspace x reader

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• Be so for real here, to be able to tolerate this man alone is already a hassle, let alone fall in love with him. You definitely concern people enough for them to check if you have any traumatic brain damage because out of anyone you had, you chose this little shit to begin with. We all need a bit of craziness in our life, but you took it to a whole new level with your evil boyfriend. But in your defense, his unhinged behavior was intriguing!

• Subspace was definitely not the typical romantic type to begin with, that’s a head start for you. He has spent years under Blackrock’s guidance and became an ambitious achiever, romance is definitely something foreign to him. All he knows is that he enjoys your company. And you should be grateful for it! Because he — the great Subspace — even spares you his upmost attention when he isn’t working

• But in all due seriousness and no offense, this guy is such a loser in the most affectionate way

• You know orange cats? They can be such sweethearts, but they have certain reputation for being crazy little rascal. In this case, if we minus the teeny tiny bit of sweetness out of Subspace, then there you have it - An unhinged insane little fuck

• Don’t be surprised when he brings you such random things back. Of course, he is rich and will not hesitate to spoil you. Yet aside from those lavish designer stuff, you can find some of the most questionable items that he ought to bring back to you. Maybe it’s just simple thing that reminds him of you, like butterfly taxidermy collection…or some piece of funny-looking bone he found when doing some experiments. If you’re fond of cryptic trinkets, he is all yours

• He is such a yapper. He will go on and on with anything possible around him: Telling you his accomplishments with pride, bitching about how bothersome his co-workers or ‘pests’ are, rambling on some experiments he has been running…And when you actually ask him more about what he just told you, his eye definitely brightens up

• You definitely have a Biograft that he modifies carefully to be with you when he isn’t around. A companion to keep you company if you may. Just use it for your personal assistant, surely that is his intention beside destroying anyone who dare to harm you—

• Since his lower set of horns can be troublesome when it grows out, you offer to help him carve it. And that is just one of the few things you lend him a hand

• Remember his missing eye? Sometimes a certain liquid just oozes out of his socket, especially when he is stressed out, so your first instinct is to grab the nearest medical kit to help clean it up. Can’t let it infects his already rotten skin as well. You keep in contact with his doctors to know what to do

• Speaking of his rotten skin, he is aware how ruined he is. Hell, his arm is almost falling apart if it isn’t for the sleeve that aids him. Tell him that it doesn’t matter. He is still your number one and who cares if his skin is rotting? You’re already nasty when you first fell for this mess of a dude yourself, surely you have foreseen this coming. When you kiss him for the first time, he almost bites his tongue and waves his hand around to shoo you out of flusteration, and the iconic ‘How dare you-!?’ as well. But when he gets used to the affection, you will see this shit-eating grin appears on his face with pride. This guy is just so full of himself

• Subspace is pretty touch-starved, to your surprise. He won’t ask for it straightforwardly, of course, as if his pride will allow it. But just pick up his body language and you will know when he wants your physical affection. He has this certain part of his horn that if you massage it slightly, he will freeze and literally just not moving at all. Like how you grab a cat’s neck and all of the sudden it just freeze there

• If you do gossip, then oh boy is he ruthless with his tongue. This guy doesn’t hold back when he is talking shit of someone. Especially now he finally has someone who is more than willing to entertain this hobby of his. Poor whoever unlucky enough to be the victim of you two’s verbal violence

• Want his attention? Call out his full government name — Subspace T. Mine — and watch as he look at you with confusion

• He can bake and it’s pretty much edible. But whether it tastes good or not is debatable since he can’t really taste it anymore. You have volunteered to be the gracious one that he allows to test out his baking skill — or basically you have became a domestic glorified test subject — and see if it is good or bad. He usually bakes when he has nothing to do at the moment, which is usually rare considering his workload

• And listen, he is the Morticia of your Gomez. Ain’t any other way around mate. It’s pretty obvious in the dynamic between you two. You love his psychotic quirkiness, and that just fuels his pride even more. Just a compliment from you is enough to boost his ego to the top. It’s like that meme of ‘Hot witch wife and me who will do anything she wants,’ but in his case, he is your wifey

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Note: I used to main this little shit before I lost my account so he has a special spot in my heart

#phighting x reader #phighting!#subspace phighting #subspace x reader #subspace tripmine #x reader #black tea

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thewitchblue · 2 days ago

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Reculse, Part Five: La Fiesta

You sighed as you stared at the giant plane in front of you. You had just finished lifting and boarding the luggage upon insistence on your end to help any way you can, but you were having second thoughts about boarding it yourself. It might be worth swinging instead. You could meet them at the airport. Then again, your shoulders would be aching after the several thousand swings.

You frowned until you felt a hand slip into yours. Startled, you looked over to find Damian holding your hand. He gave your hand a squeeze before he finally said,

"The flight is leaving soon."

You sighed but allowed Damian to drag you to board the plane. You were puzzled on why Damian insisted you sit next to Dick this time, however. You would assume Damian would want to sit with you and not across the plane next to his father. The energetic acrobat seemed happy with the arrangement, however, so you allowed it.

"Are you excited to visit your family? You spoke really highly of them."

You seemed happy to talk about your family and Dick loved how brilliantly you shined when it comes to family.

"¡Te encantarán! (You'll love them!) You will blend in perfectly. Miles will be so excited to meet you."

Dick was excited to meet them. If they were anything like you, they must be great. You continued,

"Te colmarán de amor (they will shower you with love). Don't shy away from the kisses and crushing hugs."

Your grin was infectious as you grab his hands in yours. He loved seeing you genuinely happy. You seemed to hold a deep sadness in you that clings on and never lets go. He wonders what that sadness is about. What happened to leave you permanently saddened? Dick ignored that you were still holding his hands and asked,

"Who do I have to look out for?"

You frowned for a second. You seemed suddenly aware of the hand holding but instead of pulling away, you toyed with his hands like they were a fidget toy.

"Miles is pretty protective of me. I've saved his life multiple times and now he feels like he owes me for life. It's kind of annoying when I have to go places."

Dick chuckled slightly. He can't blame Miles for wanting to keep you safe. He replied smoothly,

"You risked your life for him, of course he's going to worry about you."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, tugging him down with you.

"I don't want him to worry. I do this all the time. Why should it matter?"

Dick sighed softly. He understood it from a brotherly standpoint. He worries constantly over his family, but he has enough trust in them to make the right decisions.

"He loves you. Why wouldn't he be worried?"

You grimaced. You really hate when people love you. People die when they love you. It's a curse that plagues every spider person. You can never be close to someone without risking their lives.

"I don't want him to love me. I want him to trust me."

Dick looked saddened. He squeezed your hand gently before saying,

"I know I wouldn't want to lose you. Maybe he shares the same sentiment?"

You frowned sadly at your conjoined hands. You trained Miles. Why doesn't he trust you? You have more experience and more confidence in battle. He trusted you with his life, but not with your own?

"I won't fail him. I've fallen before and I refuse to fall again."

Dick felt a pang of regret as he remembered he took place in your "fall." It wasn't anything personal, but now that he found out how really sweet and kind you are. Well... he won't let you fall again.

"How long do these flights normally take?"

You startled Dick out of his thoughts. Dick blinked at you before answering,

"From Gotham to Brooklyn? Probably 15 minutes."

You sighed softly. Soon, you'll be with your stolen family and you won't feel so alone. They are throwing a party for Tía Rio's birthday today, so the entire family will be around. You felt Miles's panic vibrating on your wrist as he spammed you with messages. He must have just showed up to the manor to find it empty.

You grimaced and decided to call him back. He picked up immediately but before he could say anything, you told him,

"Estoy con la gente en este momento. No digas nada estúpido." (I'm with people. Don't say anything stupid.)

Dick waved at Miles's image. Stupid, stupid, supidly Miles decided at ask,

"¿Estú en una cita?" (Are you on a date?)

You narrowed your eyes at the hologram. You wished you could hit him through the screen.

"¡No, estúpido! Use your brain."

He put his hands up in mock surrender. Dick laughed awkwardly but replied,

"Tu primo es imposible de resistir." (Your cousin is impossible to resist)

Dick took the opportunity to kiss you quickly before leaving the conversation. You glared at a smug Miles with blushing cheeks. You told him coldly,

"Volamos para verte en New York." (We flew to see you in New York).

He groaned. He just got to Gotham, now he's going to have to swing all the way back.

"Más te vale apresurarte a encontrarnos en el aeropuerto." (You better hurry up and meet us at the airport)

It was your turn to sound smug. He curses creatively in Spanish. With a baleful goodbye, Miles started swinging home as you ended the call. You turned to Dick and slap him across the face. Hard.

"Don't think I forgot about you kissing me in front of my little cousin."

Dick gave a charming smile and a playful wink,

"I was proving my point."

You scoffed. You'll have to tell Miguel when you can sneak off next.

"I'm engaged to someone else. We won't ever be a couple, Dick."

He'll ask Damian what his plans are to get rid of your fiancée. Dick knew for a fact Damian wouldn't put up with your fiancée for long. He's possessive and territorial. What's his is his and his alone.

Dick almost felt bad thinking about the heartache you are going to be put through, but he's too enamoured by you to truly care about your feelings.

Damian's eyes watched you hit his brother after he kissed you. He expected nothing less from you. You are loyal to your spider lover and Damian himself. He needs to tell Dick and Terry about his plan and update them on the tale he was told about her background.

"Father, I believe we should be protecting them. I propose we add them to the family more permanently."

Bruce looked at Damian in surprise. He's never seen his boy so hung up on somebody. Not even Jon has cracked him open, yet you easily do. Something is wrong, but he doesn't quite know how to solve the problem.

"Why?"

The sole question led Damian to tell Bruce your backstory about being kidnapped and tortured. He left out your family and friends all being dead. It's irrelevant to his plea. There would be no reason for him to reveal that if he gives you the family you needed. They will be your family.

"They need protection! I can't be the only one protecting them."

Bruce sighed, then he saw Dick kiss you and started to consider Damian's words. He wouldn't mind having you around. You fit into the family perfectly and it would be easier to keep you close if you married into the family.

"Who are you trying to matchmake?"

Damian could tell he has almost won over Bruce. He admits,

"I'm between Dick and Terry. Both for obvious reasons."

Bruce frowned. Terry is still settling into the family. He has one wing out of the nest. Tim would be a better option than Terry.

"Tim would be better than Terry."

Damian nodded thoughtfully. He hadn't considered Tim, but it would make sense. You two would match intelligence and you already seemed fond of Tim. His gaze landed on the man in consideration, who had woken up only to fall asleep on you once more. He mumbled,

"So cozy..."

You had laughed at the man's actions, but allowed him to sleep on you. Dick looked like he fell in love at the scene.

"Who are we picking?"

Damian asked. Bruce looked amused as Dick played with your watch. He had accidentally called Miguel and you screeched in terror.

"¡Esto no es lo que parece, mi corazón!" (This is not what it seems, my heart!)

Bruce asked as you climbed on top of Dick to retrieve your watch,

"Isn't it obvious?"

Damian, hopelessly confused, said,

"No, father."

Bruce sighed at his boy before replying,

"Dick looks like he fell in love. He's the easiest target."

Damian frowned as he considered it. Yes, Dick is the obvious answer, but what if it's too late after he kissed you in front of Miles? He's trying to kiss you in front of your fiancée. Miguel borderline growled,

"Te voy a arrastrar a casa de los tobillos. Puedes esperar verme en el aeropuerto." (I'm going to drag you home by your ankles. You can expect to see me at the airport.)

Stressed, you sighed. You feel bad leaving with Damian, but you were taking both him and Tim and running. There is no other way. You ended the call and told Dick,

"Eres tan jodidamente estúpido." (You are damn stupid).

You weren't angry. You knew Miguel wouldn't just end your relationship rashly. You were disappointed to lose a potential friendship with Dick because he's being a lovesick fool.

Nonetheless, you slapped Dick with a less-than-gentle hand. Dick actually whimpered in pain, rubbing his jaw to make sure you didn't break anything.

They land faster than you could come up with a plan to run. You hold Tim in one arm and Damian in the other. Nobody is going to take these two away from you.

In seemingly seconds, Miguel has dragged you and your two kids through the portal and disappeared.

"Why did you bring another one home?"

Miguel asked with a heavy sigh. You pressed your lips together before replying,

"Tim deserves better than what his family gives him."

Miguel shook his head.

"You have to give him back. Tim is a grown man and he doesn't need to get dragged into this."

You frowned and held Tim closer, who buried his face in your neck and snuggle closer to your warmth.

"You are being needlessly reckless and I'm not allowing this to continue. We can go to the party, but you need to return Tim."

Your grip on Tim slightly tightened. You didn't like the idea of letting go of him, but you were willing to relent only because he was the one who put the needle in you. He's cute when he's passive, but he can be disastrous. Who knows what type of torment they would have put you through?

"You're right. I'm being stupid. I... I saw a little bit of myself in these two."

You cast your gaze towards Damian, who was looking around your shared apartment. You sighed while adjusting Tim into one arm to take Miguel's hand. You lightly squeezed his hand with a small smile.

"Come on. Let's go enjoy a party."

Miguel nodded in acceptance. He picked up and carried Damian to a portal he opened. You followed him through after one more glance at Tim.

He chose the airport to drive to the party with the Batfamily. You tensed as Dick pulled you into his chest with a crushing hug. Fast, much? You had known him formally for one day. You shared a nervous glance with Miguel and awkwardly pushed him off you.

"Slow down, tiger."

You tried to tease as you pushed him off you. It was a little awkward one-handed, but you managed. He staggered back at your shoved him and finally noticed Miguel.

"You must be the fiancée."

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Who is this loser? He's not good enough for you. Dick is who's best for you. Dick can make you thrive.

He looked at the talons and fangs with great distaste. Miguel snapped his mouth as Dick did so with a sharp smile. He made sure his fangs were on full display.

"¡Basta de eso, idioto!" (Enough of that, you idiot.)

Miguel didn't, in fact, stop that. He was pissed over Dick's disrespectful kiss. He was going to defend his fiancée from this creep. What kind of man forcefully kisses someone? A no-good creep with evil intentions. Who knows what would have happened if Dick had sedatives! He wrapped a possessive arm around your waist. He had watched you slap him with great satisfaction at the time and continued to feel satisfaction at the fact you left a bruise on his cheek.

"Oh, we were so worried for you three."

Dick meant it. He knew you'd come back to him! Why wouldn't you? You were simply finding a way to end things with Miguel amicably. You are coworkers, of course you are trying to end things with no bad blood.

Tim mumbled something, groggy as he woke up. You smiled as he yawns in your arms. He's adorable. You were reluctant to set Tim down, but did so gently.

Tim frowned as you set him down. He was cold now and uncomfortable on the floor instead of in your arms. You were so soothing and warm, like a crackling fireplace. He found that he loved you. Your soft embrace and gentle smile felt like he was seen for a human rather than a brain.

Miguel eyed Tim warily. He didn't trust him one bit, especially after what he did to you. He couldn't believe you had forgotten or forgiven Tim for kidnapping you.

"You didn't need to worry. ¡A fiesta!" (Let's party!)

You kissed Miguel quickly and walked off, ignoring the glares amongst the group. Jason watched the shitshow with a smile. Maybe you weren't so bad after all. You had spirit, and that slap won you a lot of brownie points in Jason's mind. It was like therapy watching you slap Dick. Sure, you didn't use your full strength, but the slap was just what he needed and you would have slapped the jaw off Dick if you used your full strength.

You looked back at the glaring with a heavy sigh. Bruce also looked exhausted by the drama.

"Boys, come here."

"Miguel, acércate aquí antes de que te arrastre a la fiesta." (Come over here before I drag you to the party.)

You both called at the same time, both equally exasperated. Bruce smiled slightly at you. You'll make a good in-law.

Everyone apologised except Miguel, who tucked you protectively into his side with a sharp smile. You aren't going to be stolen from him by some fuck-boy who looks like he escaped Wattpad. He won't allow it. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust these people.

Dick watched with narrowed eyes. Miguel won't let you go without a serious fight and who knows what powers he possessed? He is unsure he'd win that fight.

"Lo siento, mi corazón." (I'm sorry, my heart).

Miguel lightly kissed your knuckles to seal the apology. You grinned at your man. He means the world to you.

"Let's go, mi amor." (My love)

You took both Miguel's and Damian's hand in yours and drag them along. You were excited for this party. You can give Miguel or Miles this strange ring to study as well.

"¿A dónde vamos?" (Where are we going?)

Damian asked. It startled Miguel and you slightly that he spoke Spanish, but you soon grinned. You twirled Damian in the air while lightly tossing him before pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Amorcito, eres perfecta para nuestra familia." (Sweetheart, you are perfect for our family)

You cooed so many terms of endearment that the others managed to catch up to you both. You peppered kisses all over his face. He blushed in your arms, mumbling,

"Gracias." (Thank you)

You held him easily on your hip while you guided them all through the city to the location of the party. You spoke with the girls as the boys all glared at each other.

Once there, you stopped in front of the door and turned towards the Batfamily.

"This isn't a gala or whatever rich people do to party. This is a Hispanic party. It will go all night. Tía Rio will be getting the majority of the pranks and jokes, but I'm sure you all will get pranked and being the joke for a few people. It's all harmless, and it will be an introduction to the family."

Damian borderline melted at the thought that you are already considering them family. All they had to do was get rid of the vampire. They could be a huge family.

"There's nothing we can't handle."

Bruce reassured before finding out they couldn't, in fact, handle them. Your family bullied the Batfamily at every possible chance. How do you put up with them? They weren't regular joked or pranks. They were creative pranks and the jokes were borderline malicious. How did you end up so sweet? They have to get you away from these cruel monsters. You were too soft and they can't imagine you thriving in a family of bullies. You've been caged and your wings have been clipped.

You managed to slip out while the Batfam were distracted with Miguel and Miles at your heels after you told them to come with you. For Batman trained vigilantes, they really were distracted easily. Maybe it was your family's superpower to distract and bully people into submission, or maybe it was dumb luck. You ended up in Miles's room and shut the door behind the spiders.

You sighed as you pulled out the radiation ring and set it in Miles's hand, who immediately passed it to Miguel with a shiver and muttered curses.

"That thing makes my spider sense go crazy."

You nodded as Miguel looked at the ring with great suspicion. It drove you crazy and completely hijacked your tingle and evidently Miles's as well. He slipped the mysterious ring into his pocket while saying,

"I'll bring it to the Society for people to study it. I can't say I understand the repulsion, but I can say it's weird that it triggered both of your spider senses."

Miles nodded in agreement. He asked,

"Where did you even get that thing?"

You grimaced while admitting you stole it from the Bats after noticing the ring's effects on you.

"It feels alien. I don't know what it is. It feels like it's from a lost planet."

Miles shuddered. You were right. The ring feels alien. Maybe it's the radiation emitting from the stones or the... wrongness that comes with it.

"You would know best. What has Venom said about the ring?"

You sucked in a breath. You took Venom from one of the Peter's after he had a mental breakdown over the symbiote. You've grown fond of Venom after coming to an agreement: he can eat anomalies if he only comes out when you summon him. You tell them,

"He's radio silent. It's like the ring silenced him."

That surprised both of the men. Venom never shuts up. What is so special about this ring? Miles looked scared.

"It won't... affect my powers, right? Nothing will change?"

You pressed your lips together. You weren't sure for him. Your body is resistant to radiation poisoning and what little gets through, gets killed by your healing factor. Miles didn't have nearly as strong of a healing factor. You admitted,

"I don't know. It's encased in lead, so the radiation is a trickle compared to a monsoon."

Miles frowned. He wasn't so sure that the radiation is as little as you think it is. You often struggle with identifying dangers involving indirect dangers such as poisons because you don't feel any of them.

"I don't like this. Who did you take it off of?"

You gave Miguel a guilty smile as you admitted,

"Tim."

Miguel sighed heavily in disappointment. Of course you would pick up the human equivalent of a stray cat who just finished scratching you. Why is he not surprised?

"You need to stop picking up strays."

Miguel muttered. Miles laughed at Miguel's words but he was inclined to agree as well.

"It's not my fault he finds me so comforting."

You huffed with a pout. The two men laughed, until you summoned Venom's head. He looked dazed in the presence of the ring, almost like he can't wake up from a fitful dream. Everyone stared at Venom's head, taking in his seemingly comatose state. He seemed to have sapped all his strength in that one action, however, and melted back into your body to slumber.

"I don't know what is in that ring, but it's not right."

Miguel, now understanding the severity of the ring's damage, put the ring on his finger and told them he was going to drop off the ring and that he would be back soon.

Without another word, Miguel left the cousins alone. You shook your head. Venom was waking up again already, and your spider sense finally relaxed. You all sighed with relief.

"Welcome back, buddy."

You fondly said to Venom as he finally woke up fully. Venom grumbled and told you to never go near those stones again.

"Vamos (come on). Let's enjoy the party."

You allowed Miles to drag you back into the party. You laughed while re-entering the party. You loved this family.

The party lasted all night, true to your words. You tried to save the Batfamily from being bullied too badly, but you floated between groups of socialising people while the Bats mostly stayed closed off after all the bullying they endured individually. They were thankful they didn't show up in suits. You really were looking out for them.

Dick slipped a casual arm around your waist (which you promptly moved out of) and socialised with you with Tim lingering but at a respectful distance. He was still embarrassed about cuddling you in his sleep, but you were so magnetising that he felt like clinging. Maybe he should get more sleep like Alfred tells him to, but it's hard to sleep when his mind is occupied. He had the best sleep of his life when he was in your arms, and he was chasing that sleep like a drug.

Damian watched on with a scheming gleam in his eyes like the grandmaster of a game only he knew was going on. This was going perfectly.

Terry looked like he was blending in really well. He was bullying your family right back with cocky grins on the faces of both parties. Jason also joined in with his loud laughter filling the nearby air.

The girls were hanging out with a group of your aunts, who already loved them all. Cass was shy with the people she interacted with, but all of the girls were ready to continue chatting because of their appreciation towards you. They wanted to keep you around and keep Bruce happy.

Duke was hanging out with Miles, deviously running off to play with their light and electricity. They were playing like the children they are for once in their lives and they were loving every second of it.

Bruce was charming in the way he handled every person he came across. He had the Wayne charm on full force, laughing awkwardly with each prank and hiding the hurt that flashed in his eyes after a particularly cruel joke.

Damian felt like he won something. He won both families over completely. The Batfamily loves you and your family loved them. Damian played the perfect role as a kid who was shy and yearning to join the family. The family ate it up. Damian can tell nobody here except Miles knows about your powers, so he didn't think twice when you slipped out with Miguel and Miles. It makes sense the three of you would bond. He did notice how Miguel disappeared when you returned and that you had more agitated body language despite your joking and laughing. He hoped you broke up with your fiancée, but the ring on your finger mocked him. You wouldn't give up on him easily. It's not who you are, but maybe you got into a fight with him.

Venom was angry. Unbelievably, wholeheartedly furious. He caught up on your memories and he was pissed Tim had the audacity to follow you and that you had the audacity to consider him cute. You nearly destroyed the Society out of pity for a broken man and feeble love. Tim is clearly the most intelligent, and he'd be the worst possible person to show the Society. You were being scolded about the entire situation, which was the source of your agitation. You wanted to tell him to shut up, but you couldn't. You'd look insane in front of your entire family.

Damian frowned when Miguel returned and borderline pushed Dick off of you. Right. He'd forgotten in his delusion that Miguel was still your future husband and very much at the party. He had been watching Dick hang off of you and forgotten almost entirely about Miguel, who was flashing his fangs angrily.

You were exhausted already over the fighting and left the men to fight if they must.

If there is one thing you don't do, it's piss off Miguel O'hara. He was cold and knows exactly how to handle someone who angers him greatly. Dick knew he should be scared, Miguel had superstrength and muscles on top of muscles after all. He was kicking a hornets nest, but you were Dick's obsession, and you would be lucky to escape him now.

The family agrees they are never letting you go.

#batfam x reader #gn reader #spider reader #vigilante reader #yandere batfam x reader

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ghostofskywalker · 2 days ago

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It (Shouldn't) Take A Village

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another fic for the @galactic-gift-gathering! this time for @dreamsight73 - the prompt was "fun around the christmas tree" with the bad batch. i wanted to write something absolutely silly and fluffy, and i hope that the vision of the bad batch trying to put up decorations works with what you were looking for!

ao3 link || words: 745

summary: For their first Life Day on Pabu, the Bad Batch end up with way more decorations than they know what to do with. Trying to put everything up is certainly an eventful experience.

Boxes were strewn out across the floor of the living room as Life Day decorations were laid out anywhere they could fit, not a single surface spared. To someone that didn’t know any better, they might have guessed that some kind of bomb had gone off to put the home in a level of disarray this intense.

Everything was half complete, and the sound of different conversations all blended together from room to room.

Echo and Crosshair, who usually operated as something of a well-oiled machine when it came to tactical missions, were finding that putting together a Life Day Tree was much more involved than they originally thought. In hindsight though, it probably wasn’t a good idea to assign a group that only had two hands total to do this particular task.

“The tree’s crooked.”

Echo scoffed. “No it’s not!”

“Maybe if you weren’t standing so close to it you’d notice.”

“We should have just cut down a real one.”

“And which one of us was going to lug it around?” Crosshair asked, eyebrows raised at his brother as he held up his right arm.

Echo sighed, looking down at his scomp and then at the doorway of the home, which wasn’t exactly the widest in the galaxy. “Good point.”

Wrecker and Tech were taking care of a slightly lesser-known tradition among the galaxy but one that had been joyfully adopted by Pabu’s residents, the Life Day Village. Figurines, buildings, trees, and other various accessories were strewn out all over the floor as the two of them hunched over a table in the back corner of the room, bickering almost constantly about what should go where and how best to arrange the town.

“Are Shep and Lyana aware that the buildings and life forms they purchased do not boast a consistent theme?”

“What does it matter if you put a gundark next to a bantha? It’s all for fun.”

“The architecture is completely historically inaccurate, and we cannot put the cantina next to the school.”

From across the room, Crosshair snorted. “You are aware that these children aren’t real, right? What drunkards are you protecting them from?”

From his perch at the corner of the couch, Tech rolled his eyes. “Shut up. The layout of things still need to make sense, or it doesn’t work in the first place.”

Hunter and Omega were in the next room, unpacking stockings, garlands, and other decorations from totes that were gifted to them from the other inhabitants of the island. Eyes wide, Omega treated every item with the utmost care, and she had a special affinity for the plethora of tooka figurines, all wearing different festive hats.

But of course, she still found a way to join in the fun the rest of her brothers were having (making fun of each other).

“Look Crosshair! This decoration looks like you!”

Two faces appeared in the doorway of the room, equally opposite expressions adorning them. And once Crosshair got a good look at what Omega was holding up to show him, the sound of his annoyance was audible even over Echo’s laughter.

“Absolutely not. That thing is green.”

Hunter, who at this point had managed to contain his smiles and present a completely neutral expression, entered the conversation seconds later. “What? You don’t see the resemblance?”

Wrecker’s voice carried across the home. “What does it look like?”

Echo spoke next, finally reeling in his laughter. “A grumpy expression, a tiny heart, and a set of glaring eyes.”

“That sounds like Crosshair alright.”

“You’re all getting coal on Life Day,” Crosshair huffed. “That’s the tradition, right?”

Omega smiled as Hunter shooed Crosshair and Echo from the room. She knew that her brother’s ire was nothing but playful, and a feeling of warmth bloomed in her chest as everyone returned to their tasks, the small house growing more and more festive with every single box unpacked.

She had always understood the appeal of Life Day, but her fondness for the Wookie holiday was increasing tenfold every moment. Every single one of them had been through so much, and getting to this point had been far from easy, but right now, as they laughed and joked with each other in a home they could finally call their own, it was like nothing had ever gone wrong.

Maybe that was the true magic of Life Day, she supposed, even if she wasn’t looking forward to cleaning everything up after the holiday was over.

#the great galactic gift gathering #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo

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sjsmith56 · 2 days ago

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Setback

Summary: The rescue of some hostages is complicated by the fact that one of them is the husband of Bucky’s ex-girlfriend; a woman he still hasn’t fully let go of.

Length: 4.5 K

Characters: Bucky, Sam, Fury, Thor, Peter Parker, named OFC, named OMC.

Warnings: Bucky’s PTSD, self-blame, memories of sad times.

Author notes: Not a Bucky happy ever after ending but he does experience some personal growth.

The video that Friday showed on the view screens had been verified as real; a school bus full of children on an outing with their teacher and the principal of their school had been hijacked. Although no one had yet claimed responsibility and there was no ransom demand, the perpetrators had sent it to a local TV station with the ominous message that the lives of everyone on that bus was in jeopardy unless the soon to be released demands were met.

“27 children were on that bus,” said Fury. “Their teacher and their principal were the only adults going with them. It was a field trip to an environmental centre where they were to spend the day learning about pond biology.”

“Has their location been determined?” asked Bucky.

Fury shook his head. “Friday is still working on that. The GPS unit on the school bus was ripped out at the point of interception and left on the side of the road. Overflights of the area have not picked up any sign of them and it is believed the bus may either be indoors or underground. Still, I would like everyone on this mission to be ready to go at a moment’s notice. I will keep you updated as we learn more.”

Everyone stood up and began to file out of the briefing room then Bucky was asked to stay behind. He nodded to Sam and approached Fury who sat on the edge of a table at the front of the room.

“Am I on this mission?” he asked.

“You are,” replied Fury, “but there is something you should know first.” He used a remote control to bring up a yearbook picture of the teacher, Travis Dean, an ordinary looking man wearing glasses. “You know this man?”

“No, should I?”

“He’s the husband of Laurie Black.”

Immediately, Bucky’s memories were taken back to two years ago when his relationship with Laurie ended. It hadn’t been anything she did; it was all Bucky who was behind the breakup. During a low point in his emotions, he had convinced himself that she deserved better and proceeded to treat her cruelly, convincing her that he didn’t love her, didn’t need her love or even her friendship. In previous occurrences she had persevered with him, helping him through the destructive emotions but this time he really went overboard. This time, she got the hint and within hours left him for good. As bad as his emotions had been, when he realized she wasn’t coming back he sank even deeper into a depression, immersing himself into weeks of isolation and moping.

“Is she aware of the hijacking?” he asked.

“She is,” answered Fury. “She’s on her way here and wants to see you.”

As much as he didn’t want to, Bucky knew that Fury only told him as a courtesy. She was a private citizen with a stake in the mission. To not see her wasn’t an option.

“Let me know when she arrives,” said Bucky. “I’m going to get ready.”

Sam glanced at Bucky when he entered the locker room, wanting to ask why Fury wanted to speak with the man, but his friend beat him to it.

“The teacher is married to Laurie Black,” he said, in a low voice. “She’s on her way here before we head out.”

“What do you think she wants?” asked Sam.

Bucky didn’t answer because he honestly didn’t know. Their relationship had been good when he was in a good frame of mind. They supported each other, laughed, loved, and enjoyed being together. It was when he was in low spirits that the problems occurred. Laurie was always supportive, giving him space but also encouraging him to fight the demons still within him. Until the last time, when Bucky went too far. He winced as he remembered the last words he said to her.

“Could you stop smothering me for one goddamn minute? Why do you always think I need to be fixed, huh? Why don’t you stick to fixing yourself and leave me alone?”

The look on her face would always stay with him, as her eyes welled up with tears, then she turned away from him and left. Sam had given him a look that said he should go after Laurie but in the mood he was in, Bucky wasn’t about to admit he had gone too far. Instead, he left for the roof, wanting to get away from everyone. When he finally came back down several hours later the others were in the common area. He walked in and no one would make eye contact with him, except Sam.

“Where’s Laurie?” asked Bucky.

“Gone.”

“What do you mean gone?” He began to panic. “Where is she?”

“She packed her bags, dropped off her resignation, ID, and Avengers issued phone and left.” Sam gave him an envelope. “This is for you.”

He looked at the letter in his hand, then returned to his quarters, finding nothing of her was left behind. Gingerly opening the letter, he read the brief message, then crumpled the paper in one hand before punching a hole in the wall.

That had sent him into a deep spiral of blaming himself for pushing her too far. He found Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead, becoming so drunk that Bruce had to knock him out with a drug cocktail that would take down an elephant. It took weeks before he was declared fit for duty.

“Do you want me there?” asked Sam.

Bucky shook his head. “No, I gotta do this alone.”

He went to the armoury and picked out his weapons, loading them into his locker on the quinjet. It was another hour before Laurie arrived, and Bucky was summoned to Fury’s office. He could see her head as she sat with her back to the glass wall. Fury watched him impassively as Bucky approached then stood up before he got to the door, meeting Bucky outside his office.

“You can speak inside. She just wants to see you then she’s leaving.”

With those words, Fury left, and Bucky entered, taking a chair near her. He noticed right away that she was quite pregnant; a development that made him take his breath in sharply.

“Hello Bucky,” said Laurie, not looking at him yet. “I guess this is a surprise to you.”

“When are you due?” he asked.

“Two months,” she answered, looking down at her hands as she crossed them on the mound of her stomach. “I wanted to apologize to you.”

“Laurie, no.” He shook his head and shifted his chair, so he was closer. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was wrong to expect you to take my shit like that. I was cruel to you, and I knew it. You were right to leave and right to call me out on my behaviour.”

She looked at him, taking in the familiar face; the thick dark hair framing his forehead, with that crease between his eyes. His lashes were still dark, his eyes still that beautiful blue grey shade that made her feel all sorts of things. The sharp cheekbones and defined jaw, with the chin dimple below his soft lips and white teeth were still attractive. The only change in him was the hint of grey in his chin stubble and the underlying sadness in his eyes.

“It just got to be too much,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t handle it anymore, Bucky. It hurt too much to hear you say those things to me.”

“I know and I’m so sorry I took my anger with myself out on you. It took a while before I felt up to it, but I did go for more therapy. I’m still in it.”

She nodded, then swallowed. “That’s good. I’m glad for you. I met Travis about a month after I left you. I was still a mess, still very lost and depressed. He was my friend for a long time before we realized that we had become more.” She patted her belly. “I got pregnant two months after we got married. We’re both excited for this baby so I want you to promise me that you’ll do all you can to bring Travis back to me.” Her voice caught as she pleaded with him. “I can’t … I can’t raise this baby by myself, Bucky. I need him. I need you to save him.”

It didn’t escape him that it could have been him who fathered Laurie’s baby. They had talked about it occasionally, as something to aim for in the future. He knew she wanted a family someday and the thoughts of them married, with her pregnant like this, of being present as his child entered the world, of growing old together with a family had been something to dream about.

That it would be another man making that dream a reality for Laurie would always be something he regretted. The thought of not doing all he could to save her husband never occurred to him. For a moment, he felt insulted that she needed to voice this then he watched as she roughly wiped her tears from her cheeks with her hands. Her eyes were reddened and swollen, making him recognize how afraid she actually was for Travis. She wasn’t insulting Bucky; rather she was asking for his help, as an Avenger, as her former lover, and as a man.

“I’ll bring him home to you,” he murmured. “I promise.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I know you’ll do your best.”

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” he asked, unsure of where she lived.

Laurie shook her head. “I took the train here, but I was just going to find a motel and wait there. I couldn’t wait at home.”

“Stay here,” he suggested. “You won’t be alone.” He looked up then and saw Fury outside the office. “Excuse me for a moment.”

Leaving, he closed the door behind him and stood in front of the director.

“We’ve got a location,” said Fury. “Wheel’s up in 5 minutes. Are you two alright?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah. She’s afraid for him and wanted my promise to save him. I said she could wait here. Will you watch out for her?”

“Of course. You better get going.”

Quickly, Bucky returned to her and informed her they were ready to go. The only touch between them was him placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. With that as his goodbye, he hurried to the launch pad to board the quinjet. Sam was already in the pilot’s seat with Yelena as copilot. Everyone there nodded to him as he strode up the ramp, taking his place in one of the seats.

By the time they arrived, there had been some developments. The kidnappers had identified themselves and made their demands known. A domestic terrorist group, they wanted some of their own who had been arrested to be released by a certain time. They also demanded $10,000,000 in ransom, payable in Bitcoin, also by a certain time. The hostages would be released only when the payment had been verified. The final part of the demands was displayed, and a collective groan was heard on the quinjet. For every 10 minutes that went past the deadline, a child would be shot in front of their classmates, on a live video broadcast on the internet. The final victims would be the teacher and the principal, forced to watch the slaughter of the innocent lives placed in their care.

When they exited the quinjet the Avengers were met with a contingent of several different agencies; local police, FBI, and military. They wanted to attack the location as a combined force.

“You’ll force their hand,” said Sam. “They’ll start executing some of those kids right away. Are you willing to take that chance? Let us infiltrate the premises. We know what we’re doing.”

They were given one hour to accomplish the task before the highest-ranking officer on site took command. Sam did his best to get more time, but the message was clear. The Avengers would get their shot, then it would be everyone else’s turn. He could hear Fury’s voice in his comms piece to take the offer. As he and Joaquin took up their aerial positions and scanned the interior of the building with their specialized infra-red capabilities, Bucky led the others inside. Splitting up into two groups they followed directions given them by either of the two flyers.

“Hold on,” said Sam, suddenly, at the 15-minute mark. “Something’s going on. One of the adults fought back and ran in the opposite direction. With the distraction, the other is leading most of the kids down an alternative route and they’re not being followed. Joaquin, blow a hole in that side of the building and give them an exit route. Team Bravo, follow his directions to support them on their six.”

“How many kids are left, Sam?” asked Bucky, leading Team Alpha.

“Three, straight ahead at the end of the corridor you’re in,” he stated. “You need to hurry. They caught him and are laying a beating on the guy while keeping their guns on the kids.”

With Sam’s description of where the gunmen were located, Bucky sent Scott and Hope into the ventilation system, waiting for their signal that they were in the room. Their task was to protect the kids, enlarging their bodies enough to shield them from any firing. Bucky, Yelena, and Shaun positioned themselves at the door then Sam sent a small rocket into the corner of the roof away from the kids to distract the terrorists. Kicking the door down, the three of them made quick work of the five men inside.

“Hostages secure,” said Bucky as he approached the man on the ground who had been beaten. He wasn’t a big man or terribly muscular, but he had impressed Bucky with his bravery. “Need a medic, ASAP.”

Kneeling, he touched the man’s neck to confirm he was still alive. His eyes opened but he couldn’t focus, and he blinked his eyes several times. Even without his glasses, Bucky recognized him.

“The kids are safe?” he croaked.

“Yeah, they’re okay,” said Bucky, then he gently put his hand on him when the man tried to get up. “Don’t move. Let the medics check you out first. What’s your name?”

“Travis,” he murmured. “They took my glasses. Can’t see too well without them.”

This was the man who helped Laurie after Bucky chased her away and he had just saved most of the kids by putting up a fight. Bucky swallowed then patted him on the chest.

“You did good, Travis,” said Bucky. “You put yourself on the line for those kids. They’re alive because of you.”

The medics arrived and took over from Bucky, assessing Travis’ injuries. Several FBI agents came with them, taking the other children out. The other Avengers entered the space, confirming that all the other hostages were safe and being readied for evacuation.

“We’re just waiting on the teacher’s status,” said Sam, to their inquiries. “Then we’ll help him out to be evacuated.”

“No, he comes back with us,” interrupted Bucky. “His wife is waiting at the compound for him. They took his glasses. Can we find them for him?”

Sam looked at his partner, suddenly understanding who the beaten man was. “Yeah, we can go looking for them.”

He herded everyone out then followed them, leaving Bucky and the medics there. The latter seemed satisfied that Travis hadn’t sustained any serious injuries and gave their okay for him to sit up and stand. Bucky assured the medics the man was in safe hands, and they left. Pulling two chairs over, Bucky offered one to Travis then sat in the other.

“You’re an Avenger?” asked the other man. “What’s your name?”

“Bucky Barnes,” he replied, noticing Travis’ reaction. “You’re Laurie’s husband.”

“Yeah.” There was a long pause. “She came to see you, didn’t she?”

Bucky nodded, then remembered Travis couldn’t see much without his glasses. “Yeah, she did. She asked me to make sure you made it back safely. I promised her.”

Neither spoke for some time then Travis swallowed. “She was really hurting when I met her. By what she told me I figured it was a severe PTSD episode that made you say what you did to her. It took her a long time to get over it and forgive you. Are you better?”

“I am, thank you.” Bucky sighed. “She always came back when I did that to her. Guess I took it for granted that she would that time as well. When she didn’t come back, I didn’t handle it well and it took me a while to accept that I sent away the only woman who had put up with my shit. I’m glad she found you. She loves you very much. It was obvious.”

“She loved you, too. That’s why it took her so long to get over you.”

“Found them,” said Peter, as he walked in the door. “One lens is cracked but you should ….” He noticed the look each man gave him and wondered if he had interrupted something important. “Here, Mr. Dean. The kids all asked if you were okay. They said you and the principal tried your best to protect them.”

“Thanks,” said Travis, as he put his glasses on and noticed it was Spider-Man who handed them to him. “I’m surprised they didn’t keep you with them. They’re big fans of yours.”

Peter, whose mask was off, blushed. “I promised to come to your school one day. If that’s okay.”

“That’s great, thank you,” said Travis, standing up. He moved then held his side. “That hurts.”

“Take your time,” said Bucky. “We’ll get you to Laurie.”

With a nod, Travis began walking to the exit, followed by the two Avengers. Before he exited the building, Peter put his mask back on, still reluctant to show his face in public, even though they knew who he was. Together they came out to an onslaught of media people, shouting out Travis’ name. The principal and kids had already told them of how he fought against the terrorists, giving them the opportunity to get most of them away from harm, calling him a hero. He was reluctant to accept that title, gesturing to the others as the real heroes.

Bucky waited patiently, then Sam intervened saying that Travis’ wife was waiting at their compound for her husband, and they wanted to reunite the couple. Only then did they manage to pull away from the almost overwhelming attention. In the quinjet, Travis looked at everyone with a little bit of awe until Thor, who had led team Bravo looked right back at him.

“What is it you see when you look at us, Mr. Dean?”

“Heroes,” replied Travis. “All of you do this all the time, without hesitation.”

“You are also a hero,” said Thor. “You teach but, on this trip, you accepted the necessity of putting yourself in danger so that the children would be safe. There was no preparation or hesitation, it was instinctual, which means that you are as heroic as the world sees us.”

As he looked at the others, he saw the same sentiment expressed on their faces. When he looked at Bucky the latter bowed his head briefly to him then smiled.

“Thank you,” said Travis.

He said nothing after that, just sat with his hands clasped together as he leaned over and rested his arms on his knees. The others went back to talking amongst themselves, but Bucky watched the teacher, as the enormity of what happened to him began to manifest itself. It was a delayed reaction, and he noticed that Travis bit his lip and swallowed noticeably several times. The man was struggling. Bucky stood up, put his hand on Travis’ shoulder and gestured towards the back, where the cargo hold was. The other man looked fearfully at him for a moment, but the super soldier looked kindly at him.

“You can have some privacy back there,” he murmured, adjusting his voice so that only Travis heard him.

A look of relief crossed the man’s features, and he stood up, following Bucky. Sam watched, grimly smiling, knowing that Bucky was well tuned to when someone was on the edge. As the two men entered the tight space, Bucky gestured to a crate. He leaned against the wall.

“Even now, there are times I come back here to deal with the terror I still feel in my gut,” he said to the teacher.

“But, you do this all the time,” replied Travis, sitting. “Aren’t you used to it?”

The dark-haired super soldier shook his head. “No, I’ve never become used to it. It’s what I know and with my abilities, this job is what I’m good at, but I’m not used to it. It eats away at me and builds up to a point where I can lash out at people, like I did to Laurie. I was too macho then to talk to a professional or allow myself to cry the fear out. In my mind, suffering was normal until I lost the one person who I envisioned having a future with.”

“Laurie,” stated Travis. He gave out a tortured breath. “I’m feeling overwhelmed right now. What the hell was I thinking? I mean, look at me. I’m not special like the rest of you but all I felt was the need to do something, anything, to get those kids out. When they started beating me, I thought I was going to die, and that I would never see Laurie again, or see our son grow up. I was so stupid.”

“Not stupid. Protective, and that’s something you’re going to need when that little boy is born. He’s going to need a father he can look up to, and trust to protect him and his mom. You’ve proven that today. But you are feeling the terror right now, aren’t you?” Travis nodded. “One of my coping strategies these days is to come back here and let it all out. I cry like a baby and let all that negative emotion flow out of me like a river. I leave it behind. That’s what you have to do right now. When you get back, talk to a professional and don’t hold back. They’re trained to deal with it objectively.” He looked at his watch. “We have about an hour before we land. Use it.”

He turned to leave.

“Bucky?” The super soldier looked at Travis. “Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because you love her and make her happy in a way I couldn’t. She deserves happy.”

With a quick nod of his head, Bucky left the man to deal with the emotions he knew all too well. Travis came out of the cargo hold shortly before they landed, his eyes red but seeming calmer. As the ramp lowered, they could all see Laurie waiting with Fury for Travis to exit, so they let him off first, smiling as he wrapped his arms around his wife. He winced at her hugs but accepted her quick assessment of his health before they went up to the medical centre for a more intensive examination. Bucky hung back, standing next to Fury, as the others dispersed to drop off their weapons, shower, and change. They would have a debrief in a few hours.

“You, okay?” asked Fury.

“No.” Bucky’s answer was terse, and his look was anything but relaxed.

“Go see Dr. Hoyle,” suggested Fury, referring to their onsite psychologist, knowing that Bucky needed to speak to someone about this mission. “Just get the edge off.”

“Is that an order?”

“No, but I expect you to do it. She’s already waiting for you.”

With a sigh Bucky went straight there. The suggestion from Fury was more of an attempt to stave off an outburst or even a meltdown. Dr. Hoyle was in her outer office, speaking with the receptionist when Bucky arrived, still in his tactical suit. Leading him into her office, she sat in her chair, gesturing to him to sit. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to initiate the conversation, finding it was better that way. After a good ten minutes of silence, Bucky leaned forward and rubbed his face.

“I have to amend my goals,” he said, quietly.

“Okay, which part?” she asked.

“Getting Laurie back is off the table. She moved on, got married, and is expecting her first child. Her husband is a good man. I might be many things, but I don’t interfere in someone’s marriage.”

“How do you feel about coming to that decision?”

He sat back, looking out the window at nothing in particular. Then he breathed out heavily through his nose.

“Like I’m back at square one.” He looked at her. “It’s hard. I first came to you because I wanted to be good enough for her but that’s not how it works, does it?” Hoyle’s face remained impassive. “I have to do it for myself, first.” He rubbed his face with his hands. “I just wish that it felt like I was making progress.”

“You think this is a setback?”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” She didn’t answer and he sighed, as she was obviously expecting him to figure it out on his own. “I guess part of me thought if I didn’t get her back then I deserved to be alone. By focusing on her I shut myself off to other possibilities, didn’t I?” Hoyle smiled kindly. “By letting her go I can finally move on and maybe make real progress. It still hurts.”

“Yeah, that’s the lousy part,” she smiled. Bucky’s cell phone beeped. “You can check that if you want.”

He looked at it. “She wants to say goodbye to me. That’s part of closure, isn’t it?” Hoyle nodded. “Are you alright if I go?”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll see you for your regular session, alright?”

He nodded, leaving through the exit door. As he approached the lobby area, and the small crowd that had gathered to say goodbye to Laurie and Travis, he noticed how they held hands with each other. They were happy together, and for that he was glad. She noticed him first, smiling warmly at him. He shook hands with Travis, then looked fondly at Laurie.

“Take care of yourself and your family,” he said, sincerely. “I wish only the best for you.”

“Thank you, for everything,” she replied. “I hope you find happiness someday. You are a good man, Bucky. You deserve it.”

Their driver opened the back door of the vehicle, and the couple moved towards it. They both raised their hands in farewell then got inside. The others returned to the building as the vehicle drove away, but Bucky watched until he couldn’t see it anymore.

“Goodbye,” he whispered.

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atsucry · 3 days ago

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Beyond The Thorn Vines

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝐕.

Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

additional info: there might be plot holes.

cw: none.

"Return as you once were," She started.

Hovering her hand over your head, the water that encompassed you stilled completely for the very first time since it had been there. A ripple ran through afterwards.

"May the curse uplift and let you prosper and bud. Let the past be healed, release the one in dormancy, and obliviate all that harm that has been done from hindsight."

Yet, everyone could sense the hesitation and shudder in her voice—a leaf trembling and caught in a gust of wind—as though doubting she could ever take you back.

Walking through a hallway of glass was all there is to it, you find your eyes to be somewhere else other than the subject talking to you and instead at the expanse of the reef beyond; two disproportionate footsteps resounded through the otherwise empty space—save for you and Azul as he went on.

“—And for you, you’re aware that octavinelle relies upon your adaptability. I have no doubt you’ll manage, but,” He says with an expectant huff in his assessment of them. “Of course, should you require guidance… you need only ask.”

You already acquainted yourself with the dorm leader during the ceremony, through some miracle you'd managed to spare yourself from being a target to one of his deal makings—at least for the time being. even for someone as lip as he was, you weren't naive for certain. you've met their fair share of conniving individuals through the course of your life, he wore his ambition like a second skin, almost, as it seemed to you.

As for the events that led up to you booting yourself in the domain of the benevolent sea witch, is something you can at least recollect.

At the start it was only it's all too eccentric headmage, that had warmly welcomed you and announcing his deeds of remarkable kindness as to give you the full experience of the college—and organising for you to go through the whole orientation and ceremony of dorm sorting to “allow you to feel more at home”.

Of course, he casually glossed over the not-so-small fact that you might peeve the other students that had prejudiced ideas about you. Needless to say, where there's bad there's good. Che'nya told you of that time he had been chased out of heartslabyul by its students.

But throughout the whole orientation it looked like one dorm leader hadn't made himself present. Chenya—he, by some way out there, caught wind that the reason the housewarden wasn't there—was because of his status. Naturally, questions and assumptions started stirring in your psyche.

Someone being unable to join meetings because of their position of higher position impossible a student nonetheless—

"I sure do hope I still have your attention?" He said with the snap of his fingers.

"A—yes. I'm sorry for that really—"

His face said all it could, he took your words with a grain of salt by the looks of it. "It's all right, but do heed my warning that if you don't pay especially close attention, you'll find yourself in deep tangles of trouble."

Nodding, you took in his words. "I'll note that."

"You mistake me, it's not a suggestion; it's crucial survival."

"...You're…joking with me, right?"

"Maybe, maybe."

A quiet wince crawled out your throat. Hooking your fingers around the knot of your tie and adjusting it into place to save yourself from any further embarrassment.

Going round the bend of the hallway, you entered into a café, couches of dark rich leather were placed all around uniformly as well as neatly polished tables, it was hours just before the opening time so it gave you the opportunity to get a good look around the place.

You stepped up the raised platform trailing behind your guide, by the looks of it this place was entirely an aquarium, considering its wards. The bar stood at the far right of the cafe. Behind the counter, shelves were lined with ornate bottles of all shapes and colors, their contents shimmering like liquid gemstones. Making you hum to yourself—maybe you'd get something there sometime.

It smelled purely of water, a refreshing smell indeed. an appetizer for the senses. Your face lit up in delectation, the owner had outdone himself, atleast to whatever standards of yours it reached.

"Right…And—and is this supposed to be a café of the sort?"

"Mostro Lounge. If you want, you could work shifts here." The sharp click of his heels on the ground halted, as well as all movement of his. "I take great pride in the fact I've furnished the entire space through my judgment of aesthetics."

"It's certainly polished," You swiped your finger over one of the table tops, squeaking under the friction.

A look of satisfaction overtook his expression at your evaluation, he couldn't help the warm chuckle that escaped him, contrastive to the blue, cold contexture.

"I appreciate the feedback,” He replied. “Of course, you also have something pretty to look at while you eat if your conversation grows stale; or if you came to eat alone," he added. "furthermore if you have any suggestions for the menu we will take it into account."

"Oh! Well that's nice," a fleeting sense of marvel had passed through you, holding your own hands in front of you as your gaze roamed the surroundings, letting it run along the pristine glass that let through a sight to see, a natural glow of its own, disregarding the already lit table lamps.

Though, the lingering thought of another…incident had not left your mind for some peace, being mindful of large bodies of people became a crucial forethought to you.

“This really does look like a fine place to dine but i think i'll have to catch mine early everytime—or just have it as take-out if thats not a hassle."

“Social anxiety, I take it?”

“Wha? No…” You hesitated. "Not exactly, just a personal problem.”

Azul cocked his head slightly to the side,reading his look, he was starting to go into his introspect by the quirk of the corner of his mouth. "I am always open to helping my wards when it comes to catering to their needs, if there were anything you needed im sure I could find a way to accommodate—"

“I promise I’ll just tell you another time.”

“Promise? You're sure of that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Very well,” Said Azul, by the tone of his voice it seemed he dropped the topic, turning back to tour more of the dorm. “Well, I believe that's enough of an introduction for now. You've seen the lounge, Mostro lounge, and I've shared its purpose. The rest, I think, is best experienced firsthand.” And with that you were dismissed.

“But I wouldn't want you to get lost on your first day here, so I'll have my business partners watch over you and guide you whenever.”

In a moment's notice, two new footsteps had come out of nowhere from one side of the hallway, gradually drawing closer and as if they were summoned out of nowhere. Once turning the bend and fully came into view; mirroring figures—nearly, if you squinted. They still had different features. One wore his uniform like he just put it on without thought.

"Ah, there you are," Azul remarked, turning toward them with a measured smile. "I was just introducing our newest student to Mostro Lounge, and I thought it best to have you two accompany them. As we discussed earlier, a guide is always a good idea."

He went on to introduce the twins, the twins, introducing themselves. Jade & Floyd leech. With a creeping voice, one of them addressed you.

“Look who we have here,” Floyd said, stepping forward a bit. “Fresh meat from the Royal Sword Academy! How cute!” What was most bizarre about him, however you noticed—were his irregular eye colours. You could say the same for the other twin. "What do you think, Jade? Should we test their resilience? See if they can handle the experience?"

Your brows furrowed, discomposure running down your being like a stream, and every on going word only served to disorient you. As evident in your eyes darting anywhere but them with the energy of a rogue bullet.

Jade, ever the picture of composure, adjusted his gloves with precision before answering. "Now, now, Floyd. Let's not frighten our new guest on their first day. We wouldn't want them running back to Royal Sword Academy, would we?" They were…interesting personalities to say the least. Behind their eyes were surely threads of thoughts you, for one, had no access to. You were sure it was all tangles anyway.

Azul cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to him. "Now that introductions are complete, I trust the two of you to ensure our new student doesn't encounter... unnecessary difficulties. Am I understood?"

"Crystal clear, boss," Floyd said with an exaggerated salute, his grin as sharp as ever.

"Of course," Jade agreed with a slight bow.

Azul nodded in approval before turning to you. "Consider this arrangement a token of my goodwill. You'll find that having the Leech brothers as your guides can be quite advantageous—though I recommend staying on their good side." His tone was light, but the warning was unmistakable.

With that, Azul excused himself, leaving you alone with the twins. The moment he was out of earshot, Floyd's grin stretched impossibly wider.

"So, newbie," he began, slinging an arm around your shoulders with a surprising lack of regard for personal space. "What's your deal? You look like someone who’s got a story. Spill it."

“Floyd, it's not recommended to get into someone else's affairs.” Jade interjected, his voice carrying a hint of reproach.

Floyd waved him off but did loosen his grip slightly. "Fine, fine. But only because you asked so nicely, Jade."

"Well, you've landed in the deep end, that's for sure," Floyd said, chuckling. "But hey, sink or swim, right?"

"We’ll make sure you stay afloat. For now, why don’t we continue the tour? There’s much more to see of Octavinelle than just the Mostro Lounge."

Reluctantly, you nodded, falling into step with the twins. Floyd hummed a jaunty tune as he strolled alongside you, while Jade’s calm presence served as a strange counterbalance. The two of them, so different yet undeniably connected, made for an odd pair of guides—but at least you weren’t wandering alone.

You took your sweet time wandering the vicinity, walking ‘round without another thought and taking glances behind you from time to time to ease your own, imaginative worries, not that you meant to insult.

Eventually, the tour came to an end, having them escort you back to your own dorm room. You waved them a simple goodbye while they left side by side.

The sound of the lock mechanism making a click had brought you an unprecedented relief, holding a hand over the gap between the door and frame as a light huff left you. A gentle flow of light from your bedroom shone through onto your back—it made it look like waterfalls fell from the edges of your shoulders onto the ground.

“Ah, you're still alive I see.” A voice called out from behind you, and there really could be only one individual—

“Chenya, how'd you get here?!” Surprised words shot out right through your teeth like bolts of lightning.

“Hm…No how are you? I get it. Well, that's not somethin’ you gotta worry about. I’ve just come to check up on you to see if you still have all your toes and fingers intact and I'll be on my merry way.” He whistled, slowly lowering himself on your desk chair, swirling his finger around that book to feel up its texture. “You coincidentally got your hands on such a wacko book—”

“Chenya, please stop touching it,’ dragging yourself to his side, you sighed. “I already got too much on my plate as is.”

He carefully set the book down, setting up tension for you and raising his hands in surrender. “Alright…my hands are off.” He jeered at you. This was one of the only times you think he's been straightforward in listening to commands.

“Oh, I can imagine Azul’s already sizing you up for one of his famous contracts. Did he offer you a freebie yet? He loves doing that, makes the fish think they’re getting a good deal.” He spinned around in your chair, making you step back lest you collide with him, before it stopped and he faced you again with him resting his head on the backrest of it.

“No…? Not that I'M aware of…?” You said, certainly UNcertain because that's all you could recall.

“A shame…well, I better get going before I face the wrath of a certain housewarden…heh heh…” And just like time and time again, he disappeared. Only leaving his laughter to keep you company momentarily after he fully vanished.

But, it didn't go unnoticed by you, the light tapping outside your window—only to find that outside it was wholly water. Recalling the memories left you had as a juvenile where you could share words with the element itself almost. Communicating in unconventional manners. an ability Naiads possessed.

You approached the glass like a wary creature coming out of hiding, taking ample steps forward.

What you felt bubbling up however, was a different story on its own. A distant memory resurfaced for air under the heavy weight of everything else. It hit again—that pin pricking pain in the head, you would think it was trying to weave itself onto you and tighten loose threads.

Your fingers found its way to cup your forehead habitually, acting like a helmet from a headshot, as useless as it may seem, it was the placebo effect of it. your eyes shut like a chest of a baneful soul's secrets for a brief moment before forcing them to look upon the sight before you.

You could only wish for such things to be rid themselves, your body giving into the weight, letting you stumble over to the window to support yourself. To get to something so seemingly meaningless, it made the effort to have you imagine you walked a mile.

For a few seconds, you made the inference that it wanted to make a mockery of you, the stillness of it only invoked your irate temper even further, before something moved in the otherwise nothingness, an endless blue.

A singular green river pebble, how it got here remains a mystery. It came into view—seemingly out of nowhere, an echo of something, in any chance, nostalgia.

Your gaze fixed on it, your breath catching in your throat. It didn’t belong here, and yet it was here, as vivid as the headache splitting your mind in two. suspended in a liminal moment where logic buckled under the weight of something deeper—instinct, perhaps, or fear.

It passed, and it was gone. Yet you were still here, waiting vainly in position.

"Is that…that was…was that it?" You weren't far from a madman, maybe you were. "You sure do enjoy being vague for something so clear." You crossed your arms, exhaling and leaving a fog on the glass. You rested your knee on the edge of the bed before letting yourself topple over and into the sheets.

"I find myself here again…"

Your eyes slowly screwed themselves close, giving yourself a well deserved nap.

Like clockwork, most things around you seemed to still, save for one—an inanimate object. Everything still went on while you were deep in your dreams.

The bead of glass embedded into the book shattered itself another crack, marring it's visage and the color of essence remained a bright red beneath it.

As you lie there, you could only hope to wake up to silk mornings.

note: hey...haha...guess who's back...chat i swear i didnt abandon it I jst got caught up in school and mental health breaks. Im gnna be updating soon again to make up for it. And forgive the possible inconsistencies and inaccuracies. Thank you for reading!

#malleus draconia x you #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x you #disney twst

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ppthsworstlapdog · 1 day ago

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houseswapped au. second generation fellows.

House's third (and final) year of being a fellow passes. And he really should be moving on, but this is the most fun he's ever had, and we all know how House feels about change. For what it's worth, Chase is apathetic enough to not do anything about it. Besides, House is a very good fellow.

House's fourth year comes. Wilson's time comes to an end, and he moves into the oncology department (he was never going to be a full-time diagnostics guy, anyways. It was always a stepping stone.) Chase is down one fellow, and really, he should have three, but finding a new one is hard, so House might as well stay. But Foreman is pressuring him (for work reasons) and Cameron is too (for personal ones) and fine, he starts looking through the files.

House's fifth year comes. Cuddy leaves - and hear me out - to the ER. She and Cameron are kind of friends, and Cuddy enjoys a fast-paced environment. But she is done with Diagnostics (even if she still consults). Foreman tells Chase that House has got to go. Regretfully, he fires House.

House takes this as a betrayal, and for a while at least, immediately slinks down to work under Chase's number 1 enemy: Treiber (HEAR ME OUT). He thinks changing everything about his life will make the change not hurt as bad (see: end of S3) and this solution works for about a week until he remembers he can't make himself hate Chase and treiber is kind of boring. So now he wants back on the team, and he'll do anything to get it.

Meanwhile, Chase finds a new team. It's not as slow a process as it was before, but he does still have these fellows on trial. Although he considers hiring Cole, in the end he doesn't - no need for someone who would tattle on him to Cameron. He hires Taub (who has no interest in his boss’s personal drama), Kutner (who does, and will spill if pressed), and Thirteen (who will talk to Cameron if it’s to her benefit, but her allegiance is to Chase).

But Foreman said that the success of the department the last few years has allotted the department enough funding for another fellow.

Enter: Amber

Immediately, she's House, just a little more ruthless (than a House not in pain) and a little less of a team player (not that House is much of one). The Housian-ness of her makes her a great candidate for the position, but in the end something about her makes Chase pass her on. (I don't know exactly, I think they interact like once in the show? (as far as I can remember, it was in 97 seconds when she asked Chase to run the test, and he called her out for the way she goaded him into doing it). Maybe he doesn't like it when the manipulation tactics are being directed at HIM. Chase is generally pretty aware of social manipulation (50/50 if Cameron is the culprit) and it coming from an underling is just annoying)

After Amber leaves, House shenanigans himself back into the team. Runs secret lab work, leaves environmental samples on Chase’s desk like a cat bringing dead birds to its owner. Breaks into Foreman’s office (unsuccessful). Annoys Cameron (also unsuccessful). Befriends Kutner to get info on the patient.

Amber starts dating Wilson. Their relationship runs a little differently since this Wilson is only once-divorced (and this Wilson doesn’t have experience with the intensity that canon Wilson has from House. Right person wrong time type thing). Wilson being so inexperienced in relationships is what eventually causes it to end (maybe he proposes to her too early), but Amber won’t die in a bus crash, at least

House, lonely but not Wilson-obsessed-lonely, becomes close to Kutner. Their humour is similar, they have similar enough interests. They go on long bikes on weekends and play video games after work. When Kutner starts feeling particularly bad, he has a buddy to talk to (which sends House into a minor state of caring panic). Kutner LIVES in this au because I said so.

House and Thirteen become close, obviously. He semi-obnoxiously flirts with her in a bro-way. They hang out after work and go to bars together. Like canon, they’re friends, but fellow!House can even begrudgingly admit it

Since Chase is like. Early fourties at MOST he and Taub are the same age. This eventually is too much for Taub and he moves on (although he stays for most of his fellowship)

Before Taub leaves, he ends up spending a lot of time hanging out with Foreman. His young coworkers are insane in a different way then him, and sometimes he needs a break from their (good natured) mocking. Foreman is a good enough companion, and Taub can be Foreman’s (semi-necessary) eyes in the team.

Thirteen and Chase are. Not quite brother and sister not at all father and daughter. They’re bros. Pals. They have an understanding of each other. They’re even friends, beneath the boss/employee relationship. When Thirteen gets out of jail House drives Chase to pick her up.

CHASE AND KUTNER. I think they’re friends. Chase appreciates what Kutner brings to the team, even if he thinks Kutner is too cheery sometimes (envious it’s not a farce?). Kutner respects Chase, and even genuinely likes him, similar to his feelings for House. I don’t actually remember if they exchanged direct words in canon.

The Thirteen position is briefly filled by Masters. The Taub position eventually gets filled by Park (sorry Adams, but unless Chase kills Dibala I don’t think he’s going to jail), but that’s another post for another day

#house md #houseswapped au #robert chase #gregory house

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arabela25 · 2 years ago

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Me, whenever Salvador Sobral is within a close range to anything related to Eurovision: does he know? did anyone tell him? is he even remotely aware?

#I'm serious about this #he met barbara pravi not long ago and immediately I was like #does he know who she is does he know why she's known the most for?#he's an interval act in fdc. did anyone tell him it is a selection for eurovision? he was in it once before but I don't think he knew that #he's going to be asked about his experience is he aware if that??#ohhh boy I can't wait to hear all about it!!#and he *has* changed his opinions and views of the contest at least slightly #as people should be able to do when they learn new information #and I don't think he's ever been a bad person or that any harassment is justified #but I can't fully let it go either

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good-beanswrites · 6 months ago

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That LCSYS and OoA crossover got me wondering about Fuuta.

How does he feel about being in Mahiru's place and Amane being in his place? How does he act around them?

How does he act during his interrogation?

Poor guy isn't cut out for this role, but he's doing his best! I had some format fun with this one -- I took your OoA chapter of his interrogation and put Fuuta's LCSyS thoughts in between, I think it worked out well! I discovered some new things about Fuuta's mindset in the au through the process of writing, it was really interesing :0

(Trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts, including a brief mention of Haruka's situation. There's also something about Fuuta repeatedly stopping Es from getting Shidou.)

Fuuta heard Es' footsteps approaching. He took a measured breath. In and out. His exhale trembled a bit from nerves. He figured he could use that to his advantage.

Es entered the cell and took in the layout. Fuuta was propped up in a hospital bed, his neck and torso securely braced and his left arm in a sling. He was kneading a Jackalope stress toy with his right hand, digging his nails into it. More stress toys stood on the table to his right, and Es almost tripped on one a few feet ahead. As Fuuta saw Es approaching, he dropped what he was holding and swatted the rest out of his reach.

"Been a… while, Warden," Fuuta said. Es was expecting more malice in his tone, but he sounded like his life force was draining.

Fuuta hadn't liked the idea of playing the damsel in distress. He wasn't some sickly bedridden patient with a quivering voice and trembling limbs. Thankfully, Mahiru and Mikoto had talked him into taking a different angle: some of their favorite books and movies featured a battle-weary hero, weak from the fight and scorning the cowards that didn't fight alongside him. That seemed doable, he thought. He put an extra pant into his breath, hoping to evoke the thought of messy wounds from his brawl with Kotoko.

"Fuuta… you…" They pulled a chair to the side of the table and took a seat. "Are you okay?"

That's their opening? What kind of fucking question is that?

He kept Mahiru's pointers in his head, picturing a bloodied and bandaged knight, or maybe an action hero resting up after getting riddled with bullets. He forced his voice to come out more tired than he felt.

"…look like it?" Fuuta responded. If he was angry, his voice did a terrible job of showing it.

Es didn't know how to respond. Do I look like it? was obviously a rhetorical question, but they needed to show some tact.

After a moment, Fuuta spoke up again. "…look awful… don't I?"

Still unsure of what to say, Es nodded slightly.

Heh. Good. Time to twist the knife a bit. Play the confident card, make them feel guilty. They'll see how strong I am -- how strong I've always been -- and what a mistake it was to let me fall so far.

"Could've been worse. Could've died."

Es stared down, pondering their next words. Several seconds passed.

Fuuta watched them. He felt a sinking in his stomach. Their sullen silence wasn't what he'd been anticipating. He wouldn't have been satisfied with a lot of possible responses, but he'd still been expecting something. Where was their respect? Their remorse? Their pity? Anything? He reached his arm out.

A loud knock on the table got their attention.

"Oi… talking to you." Fuuta's irritated glare met Es as they lifted their head.

"I'm sorry," they said, "I'm… I'm not sure what I can say."

"Don't know what to say? I almost died because of… you don't know… Even so, it's a miracle I … If Shidou had taken any longer, would've been over for me. Don't blame him, though.

I think I've said too much -- Shidou said only a few sentences at a time...

It was impossible to keep it short, though. Es just told him that they have nothing to say in defense of his near-death. Did he really mean so little to Es that they wouldn't even dignify him with an explanation?

"…Oi, say something."

"Sor-"

"Sorry won't cut it." Fuuta sounded more pained than angry.

That was easier to accomplish now that he was actually feeling some pain. After everything, all Es had to say was a half-hearted "sorry."

So, they really don't care about me...

Es took a breath. "…Kotoko did this to you?"

Well then, I guess I'll just have to make them care.

"No sh… agh…" Fuuta gasped for air.

"Fuuta!" Es got up and walked to his side. "I'll go get Shidou-"

"Don't!" Fuuta's eyes betrayed his desperation.

Only when my pain is thrown directly in my face do they give a damn. And they were going running off to Shidou, anyway! Though maybe...

After they locked eyes for a few moments, Fuuta let out a chuckle. "Look … you … down on me, like always. Must be so happy to see…"

"I- no, I'm not. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't think Kotoko would-"

"Beat me to near-death? What'd you expect … you affirmed her…"

"I…"

"…thought she wouldn’t have … same crime here in…"

It seemed Es was finally listening, finally trying to open themself to him. And all of the sudden, Fuuta hated it. He felt paranoid under their gaze. He wasn't sure if it was fear of them seeing through his false injuries, or fear of another judgement from them. Regardless, he felt his pulse race with the way they were watching him.

"Oi, quit standing… staring…"

"I’m sorry, I didn't think-"

"Useless… apology…"

But what else could Es do besides apologize? Stand their ground and contradict Fuuta while he was in that pitiful state?

Fuuta was tired of their weak apologies. If Es had the conviction to name him guilty, they should toughen up and admit it.

With a deep breath, Fuuta forced himself to stay slumped into the bedsheets. He was getting riled up, but couldn't afford to look to strong.

"Really didn't think it'd… turn out… Me too. All I did… call some bad person out… say what's wrong was wrong…"

Es' gaze had become intense again. Those eyes, staring into his. Studying his injuries. Studying his expression.

Staring.

"Their reasons were b-" Fuuta gasped and clutched his chest. Es began to turn towards the door, but Fuuta grabbed their cape with his right hand.

Why can't they just offer help themself? Why do they go running off to someone else at the first sign of trouble? Am I really so disliked they can't face me?

Es swatted his hand away. "Hey, you can't just grab me like that."

"Don't dare…"

"Fine, I won't get Shidou. Yet." Es stood in place and waited for Fuuta to regain his voice.

Fuuta pretended to catch his breath, using the time to muster up something to say. If he wasn't so insistent on Es taking some responsibility for themself, he'd consider letting them call Shidou and just end this whole interrogation. He was ready to jump up and start swinging.

He itched to leap out of bed and give Es a real piece of his mind. He repeated the others' advice and pleading for him to keep his temper in check for the sake of the experiment. He thought of Amane -- how eagerly she awaited her own interrogation. All of this had been her plan, after all. As miserable as he was, he wouldn't ruin everything before she got her turn.

No, I will not steal her trial.

"You judged me… said I was unforgivable… without the whole story… How's that any different?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's so hypo- khh!" Fuuta slammed his hand on the table, trying to play it off as an emphasis, but that didn't mask his pain.

"Careful, Fuuta! You'll hurt-" Es gave up on that concern when Fuuta glared.

Pssh, like they actually care.

"Someone died because of you. You're saying I'm the same?"

"I didn't think they'd die!"

"But you knew people would dogpile them."

"I wasn't acting alone. Anyone else… out of my control… Why'd you pick me…"

"Milgram has judged-"

"Milgram doesn't make any f-"

Maybe Es should have put their foot down and called Shidou regardless of Fuuta's wishes. But something compelled them to hear him out. "Don't push yourself."

He tried to gauge if they were being sincere. He wasn't sure if he only mistook it as genuine concern since he was hoping for that so very badly.

Fuuta was clearly annoyed, but he took a breath and continued. "Still don't see it? We're just the same!"

"Me? The same as you?" Es couldn't deny Fuuta's point. They both made their judgments without thinking that someone could be seriously hurt—or dead.

That's got their mind turning, huh? I've got 'em now -- even if they don't feel like taking responsibility for my condition, I can subtly get them to take responsibilty for anothers'.

Fuuta was not known for his subtlety.

"I'll tell you. They were just in middle school. Maybe closer to Amane… than you…"

"Amane…" Es already knew this from what they gleaned from Fuuta's first video, but it didn't register how close in age their victims were. Wait, why were they thinking of Amane as a victim? "Amane… huh… I noticed you two have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"You kidding? Don't change the subject... You don't talk about her like… Only one who cared before everything went to hell. You made her go through it. Decided she wasn't forgivable… painted a target… She could've died too! Then we'd be exactly…"

"Don't put me on the same level as you."

He took another moment to calm himself. His "broken" arm clenched into a fish underneath the blankets. It made sense that Es wouldn't want to talk about the other prisoners during his interrogation, but their avoidance of Amane made his blood boil.

"Are you not-"

"I'm just doing my job. Nobody told you to go online and decide who are bad people and harass them. You made a game out of judgment. This is what I'm supposed to do."

Fuuta laughed at Es for still failing to acknowledge their similarities. Then he winced in pain. Then he kept laughing and mocking Es for taking their job seriously.

It was difficult to keep up the act the whole time, but he was always quick to recover each time he slipped up. He was doing this for the others. All hope for himself was lost, but at least he could do this for the others.

Es snapped back. A pointless, cyclical conversation. Fuuta stopped Es from calling Shidou no less than three times.

If he had to sit here and suffer through this interrogation, so did Es.

Eventually, the bell brought the conversation to a halt.

Silence.

Why was Fuuta so quiet?

"Hey… Fuuta?" Es leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes seemed glassy, and he seemed to be breathing more slowly. "Fuuta… I'll go get-"

"Don't. Not worth…"

"Worth what?"

"If you're not going to… forgive… what's the point… living?"

Fuuta would just chalk it up to getting too in-character, when the others asked.

"Don't say-"

"Everything hurts so much."

This feeling of betrayal. Of loneliness. The fact that I was the first named unforgiven. The fact that I'd be the first attacked, making me the victim -- not a hero, nor a warrior. The fact that you knew all along. You knew I was none of those things. You saw right through my act, to the real me, the one who is a victim. And that's why you acted the way that you did. You're trying to do your job without hurting me any more, as if I'm something fragile to be handled carefully. And that hurts most of all.

To keep things on track, he added,

"Painkillers don't help… Strange wonder I survived. Is it really worth it?"

"Worth it…" What could Es even say about that? Anything they could think of was either more unwanted pity or…

A cold accusation that Fuuta was bargaining his life for forgiveness. Es's thoughts flitted back to Haruka's interrogation- no, that comparison was unfair. Haruka's loaded intentions were worlds away from Fuuta's resignation. How could Es dare…

"I understand… this job requires resolve…"

"Resolve? You really have resolve… just kill me. With your own two hands. Don't hide behind the rules."

Look who's talking...

"I can't do that. I can't sink to the prisoners' level. It's my job as the warden to make a fair judgement. I… I have to judge each and every one of you… no matter how much they plead, cry, or bargain… even if they are dying right in front of me."

"What is even the point? You give a damn about my life, forgive me! If not, kill me… get it over with."

The words came tumbling out. Fuuta tried not to think so hard about what he was saying. It was all in character. That was it.

For some reason, he got the sinking sensation that he'd be pulled aside later to explain himself. He wasn't sure who'd get to him first. Yuno? Shidou? Kotoko? Now that he thought about it, it would probably be Mahiru.

"Bargaining tactics won't work with me."

"Not like I care. Or… if I get out of this alive, I'll… kill… you…"

"Fine by me. If we truly are the same, then I'll have had it coming. Now, Prisoner no. 3, Fuuta, sing your sins."

Fuuta breathed a sigh of relief.

Fucking finally...

#milgram #au combo!!#es #fuuta kajiyama #order or attack #lights camera sing your sins #we are fuutaposting (FOUR posts across blogs??) then going to SLEEP its past my bedtime -_-#i was busy today so i stole some peaceful me time to write >:3 but i stole too much and now its 1am.... alas......#it was really fun setting this up like directors commentary asdfsdf (which i have an actual one to do from you still)#i expected for him to have more anger and impatience but i realized hed be pretty emotionally hurt still #also yeah. i think hed be in a bit of denial about his self-harming thoughts and unsure why they just start spilling out #then has to unpack A Lot behind the scenes #i think if it were anyone else hed go 'screw it - im going to ruin this experiment and call es out and everyone can go home'#but because he was moved by amanes mission specifically he has the bare minimum of self control to keep the act up ;--;#i wanted to include more of the fun behind the scenes mv details that hes aware of but it never really came up 🤔#thank you for the ask - this was so fun! :0 #drabbles #maybe? more like a parasite drabble latched onto your writing 😅

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deus-and-the-machina · 7 months ago

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ffxiv garlemald discourse is so funny because people will go "ugh people just cant stand it when things aren't black and white" and then you look at how the empire are portrayed in stormblood and shadowbringers and its like hm. that seems like a pretty intense and accurate display of violent imperialism to me! Wow I wonder why people in this day and age may find it hard to feel sympathy for them or even hate them on principal. god its such a mystery.

the games like 50/50 to me on how it tackles these themes because I actually like the garlemald arc in EW, I think it has a lot of horrific and powerful scenes depicting how self destructive fascist propaganda and beliefs are, but I also think it doesn't go far enough on some fronts. the garleans' xenophobia is most notably and obstacle to getting them to accept the contingent's help, which is what they're there to do,

but there's never an admission of harm from any garleans on the uuuuuuuuh massive amount of war crimes the nations around them are still suffering from they're just kind of like "we misjudged you...but you actually wanted to help us all along" like yeah thats great now can we get you all some deprogramming because you keep talking about returning to your prime and glory days and I think we need to unpack some stuff you really SHOULDNT return to. im not even really talking about EW proper but the patches where things are a bit more chilled out and people are recovering.

It feels like they wanted to have their critique of imperialism and also have things end with the beauty of human connection and reaching out and these things just don't mesh well because hey a lot of your modern day audience is not gonna like having to treat people yelling xenophobic things at the cast and your character with kid gloves after you showed them hours and hours of the awful things these people's beliefs have done. especially in the present day hoo boy.

#im kind of torn between 'no characters dont need to be 'punished' to be redeemed but also the characters just being so lenient with the #colonizers after we see far too many people being lenient if not supportive of the colonizers irl. well. it really blows afslkjfalkf and #yeah you can argue if they'd gone through with the garlemald expansion they would've had more time to go into this but the fact is that its #absent from what they did do and I especially think the patches when we go to garlemald and the EW role quests going 'hey maybe the #provinces can help us rebuild' as if they'd have any goddamn right to ask that just make me feel like they didnt stick the landing #seeing all the characters who have suffering time and time again bc of the garleans or seen the results of their actions having to clamp #their mouths shut every time someone said something xenophobic in EW isnt satisfying and it leaves so much unsaid!#also some people feel like the narrative didnt blame emet enough but ngl I think thats reductive even with his micromanaging scheming littl #ass and the intention of garlemald turning out a shitshow that doesnt make anyone else less complicit. most governments like this exaggerat #and lie and spread propaganda but I dont think most people here excuse the actions of a bigot because 'they were raised that way'#this is also my issue with gaius' writing. hes primarily upset that ascians were behind what he thought was his good old fashioned natural #conquering ideology :( and doesnt it suck so much he killed people for it. like yeah he seems pretty aware what he did was wrong but his #ideology remains bizarrely intact and unchallenged by the characters around him. no dude it wasnt just the ascians the system is a lot more #complex than that by this point aaaaaugh #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #siren says #I hope people are nice to me about this I dont think I said anything particularly controversial to the Tumblr crowd (twt maybe but fuck em)#ig my main point with this post is that the game isnt perfect at writing this and also that look. I actually liked the main arc in EW and I #like quite a few garlean characters but I completely understand why others didnt like it or any garleans esp if they have their own persona #experiences with colonialism and I dont get to tell them they're invalid for that. too many people get judgmental about this understandably #upsetting topic and you just gotta accept that this is a big line for many people

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theheightofdishonor · 17 days ago

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when I mean quit traumatising me with thoughts about a volleyball manga, I meant it. What am I supposed to do with the knowledge that Hinata knew his weakness from the start and seeking individual growth (greed being a positive thing) doesn’t make him any less of a team player? Or that their extreme love for volleyball is what isolated them until they found each other? (or how entirely besotted Kageyama was with Hinata right from the start lmao) But really, reading your posts give me a greater appreciation for the manga and I didn’t even know that was possible! Thank you for your analysis, although I will be suing for psychic damage every time I see your posts in my feed because I end up thinking about them too much. I really like that you love Haikyuu so much, that love is contagious and you make me like it more.

Dunno, personally I find it fun to inflict my brain rot on others. The joy of suffering together or whatnot.

As for what to do with it, you can always just spin all that around your head for eternity and spit it out in various ways the way I've been doing for like 2-4 years now. Or use it to extrapolate even more insane heartbreaking headcanons and aus. They're both fun!

(Re: kageyama being besotted for hinata, that reminds me I have a post somewhere about kageyamas canon three step journey of falling in love with hinata but idk where it is. If I have time to find it I'll repost it for you because it's a good post (they make me want to chew on glass))

Im glad that I make you love hq more because honestly, there's few things better than being able to share your love of something with someone else and when you can bond with other people over that shared interest. It's sooo delightful. And like personally, interacting and having conversations and talking at people makes me like it and think about it more. It's also the way that i flesh out my thoughts. Whenever I post something especially long on here, it usually because I talked about it recently to or at someone.

Feel free to sue me for psychic damage, I find the idea utterly delightful but also you're really to blame because your asks make my day and make me want to write more about hq and kagehina

#their love for vb isolating them is so heartbreaking and so heartwarming #like ive written dozens of posts about how finding out the extent to which kageyama was also lonely #changes our perception of their dynamic and how much it means to kageyama #and even without that the way they bond together so quickly because theyre so desperately lonely #how theyre the last hq pair to find each other and when they do they never let each other go #and how all of this ties into greater themes about hq pairs and about the juxtaposition of how your extreme love for something specifically #vb #can bring both isolation and connection #the thing you love hurts you #the thing you love heals you #to have one you must accept the other to have one you HAVE to experience the other yoo #*too #the way kghn compares to the twins or iwaoi or even kindaichi and kunimi #and then like the stuff about hinatas self awareness his humility almost #and how its in stark contrast with the way he refuses to give up for even a second refuses to doubt his surefire belief in kageyama the way #he forcibly swallows down his split second fears #and like i was posting about recently the way that this knowledge is shared with takeru with hoshiumi with daichi with other shorter players #and how his ego issues tie him to oikawa #how you need to have greed to succeed and the way haikyu handles that with the kghn conflict about how kageyama thinks hinatas going to #destroy the team and instead hinatas greed spurs them to greater heights #and how that itself ties in to that other theme about how you can and should demand the best #from your teammates #and figuring out the lines of when is it ok to demand when is it not when is it ok to be greedy or to not to what extent?#the ten billion things furudate has to say about teammwork - ah i think you just touched like 3 of my absolute favorite hq themes and #im about to hit character limit soon because these are themes i cant shut up about #haikyu #asks #tag ramblings #brotp: someone even better

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scratchybeardsweetmouth · 2 years ago

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i don’t have it in me to gif. at least not for a while...

have to think about never getting too invested in a show anymore because having two shows in a row have build-up but lacking a meaningful follow-through i thought to believe might happen is heartbreaking. chest has been tight for the entire day today. still very much love and respect those shows but the emotional and physical toll is not something i expected to depress me greatly - that added with personal issues im going through. ill reblog still to share others’ magnificent works. i just... won’t create any for the time being.

#i am trying to have a different perspective on ted and it's helping #but i know in my heart the truth so yes it's still hurts #but i understand ted's choice #the greatest challenge he never fully faced by himself was his trauma #now that he's aware help is around the corner #once he asks for it and allows it to reach him #he can deal with whatever he'll experience with henry good and bad and difficult #the easiest route is staying in richmond with rebecca's solution #the harder route is if richmond is gone can he still accept who he is without it #and so he takes that challenge for himself off the pitch #to be the best version of himself for his son #ted looking detached in the finale was painful to see #but what if that's his truest self #that regardless of the best community #he was always going to be upset about not spending time with his family #the reason he first went to richmond after all was in hopes of repairing his family #what he hadn't anticipated is how much of a 2nd family richmond had become #with all this wud i prefer he still stay with rebecca's offer for his fam #yes. yes i would.#for man made to think he was too much #rebecca asking him to stay was equivalent to telling him #richmond can never get enough of ted lasso

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rowarn · 1 year ago

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EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time.

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber.

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it.

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up?

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König.

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age.

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off.

He doesn’t respond.

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for.

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence.

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all.

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him.

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after.

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual.

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.

It’s for the best, he assures himself.

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself.

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence.

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him.

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change.

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out.

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought.

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again.

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you.

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look.

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore.

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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