#he's got SHINY LED ACCENTS

[jaynovz]

Excuse me cyborg princess cult leader Viktor is so fucking pretty they drew him SO GODDAMN pretty they drew him illegally beautiful and for what????

For WHAT

for me to weep over every night????

[thesecondhandwoman]

Cowgirl Vi x reader? Idk the scenario but like imagine how cute she could be in a cowgirl hattttt

LINE DANCING

Cowgirl Vi x f!reader

Synopsis (Au): Vi takes you to The Last Drop for a fun line dancing night, where the two of you laugh, trip over each other’s feet, and enjoy each other’s company. Amid the chaos with Jinx and Ekko, Vi helps you find your rhythm, proving that dancing isn’t about perfection, but having fun together.

Request: Anon 🤍

The Last Drop had seen a lot in its time—a kaleidoscope of rowdy nights, fights, and the occasional gossip around the underbelly. But tonight, it was alive with a different kind of energy. The usual chaos of the Zaunite dive bar was replaced by the clink of cowboy boots and the twang of guitars, the sound of laughter echoing louder than any bar brawl ever had.

The neon lights bathed the place in a warm, golden glow, reflecting off the silver buckles and shiny spurs of the crowd. Vi adjusted her leather hat, smirking at her reflection in the cracked mirror by the bar.

“You ready for this, sugar?” she asked, glancing back at you.

You fiddled with your plaid shirt, nervously shifting your weight from one boot to the other. “I’m not sure line dancing is my thing, Vi. I can barely two-step without tripping over myself.”

Vi laughed, reaching out to gently tug on the brim of your hat while speaking in a forced southern accent, “It’s not about being perfect. It’s about having fun. And trust me, tonight’s gonna be a hoot.”

Before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and led you to the center of the room, where a crowd had already started gathering. Jinx was there, spinning in circles and somehow managing to avoid knocking over her drink. Ekko stood nearby, laughing as he tried to wrangle her into something resembling a dance.

“Y’all better keep up!” Jinx yelled, tipping her oversized hat dramatically before dragging Ekko into the line forming in the middle of the dance floor.

Vi shot you a grin, her warm hand squeezing yours reassuringly. “C’mon, darlin’. Let’s show those little goofballs how to actually line dance.”

The music kicked in, a fast-paced country beat that had everyone stomping their boots in unison. Vi led you through the steps, her movements confident and surprisingly graceful for someone with such a tough exterior. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep up, your feet stumbling over the intricate patterns.

At one point, you tripped over your own boots, nearly taking Vi down with you. She caught you just in time, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she steadied you.

“Easy there, cowgirl,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Maybe I should just sit this one out,” you muttered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Nah,” Vi said, tugging you closer. “You’re doin’ great. Besides, I’ve got you. Always.”

Her words melted your insecurities, and soon you found yourself laughing as the two of you twirled around the dance floor. Vi was a natural, her boots gliding effortlessly across the worn wooden planks. She tipped her hat to you every so often, a playful wink accompanying the gesture.

At one point, Jinx burst into your little bubble, grabbing your hands and spinning you wildly. “Dance like no one’s watchin’!” she yelled, cackling as Ekko tried to pull her back into line.

“You’re gonna break something, Jinx!” Ekko groaned, though his grin betrayed his exasperation.

Vi pulled you back to her, shielding you from Jinx’s chaotic whirlwind. “Hey, this one is mine for tonight, sis!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her playful possessiveness, watching the way Jinx stuck her tongue out, making Vi break the act and chuckle as she enveloped you back into her embrace.

The two of you danced through song after song, each step becoming easier as you fell into sync with Vi. She was patient, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand. When you finally got the hang of a particularly tricky move, she beamed with pride, tipping her hat to you once more.

“That’s my girl,” she said, her voice low and filled with affection. “Look at you, sugar!”

By the end of the night, you were both breathless, your cheeks aching from smiling so much. Vi plopped her hat onto your head, adjusting it so it sat just right.

“There,” she said, leaning in close. “Now you look like a real cowgirl.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, tilting the hat back to get a better look at her. “I think it suits you better.”

“Maybe,” Vi said, her grin widening. “But it looks cuter on you.”

Jinx and Ekko stumbled over, both of them slightly out of breath. Jinx had somehow managed to lose her hat, and Ekko’s shirt was untucked, his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides.

“This was the best idea ever,” Jinx declared, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “We should make this a weekly thing!”

Ekko groaned, shaking his head. “Not unless you learn to follow the steps, Jinx.”

Vi laughed, her arm slipping around your waist as she pulled you closer. “What do you say, baby? Think you’re up for another round next week?”

You looked up at her, your heart swelling with happiness. “As long as you’re there to catch me when I fall.”

“Always,” Vi promised, her voice soft and sincere.

The night ended with the four of you sitting at the bar, sharing stories and laughing until your sides hurt. The Last Drop had never felt so warm, so alive. And as you leaned against Vi, her arm draped securely around your shoulders, you knew this was a night you’d never forget.

And the others were gonna be all the same.

Question: are we fine with the image I made for this or no? I’m still trying to decide if I should do it more often.

[mypimpademia]

— The Teacher (pt. 2)

Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool teacher! Reader

Synopsis: Little Megumi wonders if you’re his new mom, and Gojo finds himself wondering the same thing.

TW: None

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⇶ Satoru stuck to his promise of taking you out

⇶ He left Megumi with Utahime for the night, and made sure that everything was perfect for you

⇶ Truthfully, he went a little overboard out of his own anxiety

⇶ Booked reservations for one of the nicest restaurants in town, deep cleaned his house (just in case), got his already clean car detailed, bought a new suit despite having many hardly-worn ones in his closet, stalked your socials for hints at what you might like, and more that he’d be far too embarrassed to ever admit to

⇶ Satoru picked you up from your house at 6 pm, knocking on your door with a giant bouquet of flowers in hand

“You look incredible.”

Those were the only words Satoru could come up with when he saw you.

He always thinks you look incredible, but seeing you all dressed up outside of your usual work attire was a nice change of pace, and you looked effortlessly beautiful.

“Thank you, Toru,” you beamed. “You look pretty,” you told him, scanning over his tall figure, clad in a deep blue suit.

‘Toru’, ‘pretty’. He nearly passed out on your porch.

Satoru smiled, clearing his throat in an effort to gather his bearings as he fought back the deep blush that was crawling up his face.

“For you, mon chéri,” he said, in a corny fake French accent, presenting the large bouquet of flowers to you.

They were neatly wrapped in a brown paper, and tied off with a white bow. From just the look of it, you could tell they were expensive.

“These are my favorite,” you gasped, taking them from him. “How’d you know?”

He stalked your instagram and found a post from a year ago where you said you loved them.

“Lucky guess,” Satoru smiled. “Y’ready to go?”

⇶ He led you to his shiny black sports car, opening up the door for you to get in

⇶ It even smelled expensive, and the fresh scent of car shampoo was still lingering. You could tell he had it cleaned just for this, but didn’t say anything

⇶ When you got to the restaurant, out of place was an understatement for how you felt

⇶ You were just happy you decided to dress nicer than you had originally planned

⇶ Looking around, the restaurant was beautifully decorated, and the people dining were dressed just as beautiful

⇶ The more time you spent with Satoru, the more that you realized you knew next to nothing about him

⇶ Where does he get all this money from? What does he do for a living? Who is he, really? And what’s up with the sunglasses?

⇶ You will admit, the mystery only made him all the more attractive, but you had a newfound determination to peel back his layers

⇶ But your first date might not be the best time for that, so you were willing to let things unfold naturally for now

⇶ Satoru insisted that you ordered whatever you want off the menu because he was paying, and ignored your protests

⇶ You hopped around different topics of conversation throughout dinner, and you did eventually make it to the subject of work

⇶ Satoru asked you what exactly made you want to teach preschool, or teach at all, and watched your eyes light up

⇶ Teaching was undoubtably a job you need to have a passion for, and you had more than enough passion for it

⇶ You told him that you’ve always had an interest in teaching, and loved kids and thought they were precious, sacred even, and that their early years are the best part to watch and be a part of

⇶ Satoru’s heart was getting ready to leap out of his chest just watching you talk about something you love so much

‘She’d make a great mom for Megs…’

⇶ The thought surprised even him, Satoru wasn’t sure if it was genuine or intrusive, but it had him glancing at your features and around him to make sure he hadn’t accidentally said it aloud

⇶ He told you that all the kids were lucky to have you, and that seeing you take care of Megumi and all those kids with ease made him feel like his worries from adopting were pointless

⇶ He glazed over the adoption part so easily, you almost missed it

⇶ Sure, you were more than well aware that Satoru was a single father, and when you saw that his last name was different from Megumi’s, you just assumed it was his mothers last name

“It is his mothers last name, but he’s not at all my biological kid. I adopted him from… a friend.”

⇶ You had removed a layer from Satoru, only to find how thin it was in comparison to the amount he had left

⇶ The revelation answered some of the questions you had, and left you with even more at the same time

⇶ Just based on the hesitation he showed, you knew better than to press any further, and changed the subject

⇶ The rest of dinner went smoothly, and you and Satoru once again went back and forth about the bill before he was calling the waiter back to take his card

⇶ On the drive back, Satoru asked if you wanted to see Megumi since Utahime’s house was in the same direction as yours

⇶ You said yes, because of course you wanted to see Megumi, and because it was getting harder and harder for you to say no to Satoru

⇶ When you arrived at Utahime’s, Megumi lept at you before he even said hello to Satoru

⇶ Satoru feigned being hurt by the action, but Megumi still payed him no mind, directing all his attention to you

⇶ Satoru thanked Utahime for watching Megumi, and you overheard her saying something about not dumping his kid on her again

⇶ Megumi had you sit in the backseat with him, and told you about all the stuff he did at Utahime’s

⇶ All the sudden, he asked why you and Satoru were all dressed up

“Did you guys go on a date?”

You and Satoru shared a questioning look through the rear view mirror, one that asked ‘Should we tell him?’.

“Sure did little man!” Satoru told him, but Megumi didn’t seem too surprised by his answer.

“Oh, Dad goes on a lot of those,” Megumi said, before going back to playing with the plastic dinosaur in his lap.

Satoru was rethinking all his life choices in that moment. He gulped back the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, already going over how exactly he could explain that to you later on.

To his surprise, he heard you laugh at Megumi’s comment.

“But I’m your favorite, right?” You asked the boy, playfully nudging him. He turned to you with big wide eyes and smiled.

“Yup!”

⇶ Dropping you off at your house, Satoru thanked you for letting him take you out, and haphazardly tried to apologize for Megumi’s little comment and explain himself

⇶ You told him it was fine, and thanked him for the night, hugging him and planting a kiss on his cheek

⇶ Satoru froze up at the action, but managed to say bye to you as he collected himself and you disappeared into your house

⇶ When he and Megumi got back home, Satoru made a point to explain to Megumi why he couldn’t just throw out information like that to people, especially you

⇶ While putting on the boys pajamas in the dimly lit dinosaur themed room, Megumi yawned out a question

“Hey, dad,”

He spoke through a yawn while rubbing his eye with his fist. Satoru hummed back in acknowledgment, straining out the bottom of the little boy’s pajama shirt

“Is Ms. L/n gonna be my mom?” Megumi asked, looking at Satoru with low, sleepy eyes.

Satoru thought back to the statement that popped into his head during dinner. You would make a great mom for him.

“Um,” Satoru started, tucking Megumi underneath his comforter. “I dunno yet.”

He was honest. He didn’t know if what he was feeling for you was real or if he was just in over his head.

“I hope she is,” Megumi muttered, huffing out as his breathing turned into soft snores.

“Me too, Megs.”

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger Masterlist Previous Part Next Part

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Chapter 12: mirrorball

Tinsel, lights, bows, fake snow, wreaths, ornaments, and trees as far as the eye could see filled the White House and its grounds. You'd gone over holiday decorating plans until you were blue in the face. You never knew decking the halls of the White House could be so stressful. You'd chosen a traditional Christmas decor style with lots of reds and greens and golds. It was classic, with a touch of modern thanks to some LED lights and some sustainably sourced pines and firs.

Everything looked beautiful. It was perfect—it had to be. Because if it wasn't, you were sure that would be the first thing your parents would say.

You always had a love-hate relationship with the holidays. You'd hoped that you and Bradley would be able to spend a quiet Christmas Eve together in pjs, but he insisted that your parents come for a Christmas dinner along with his godfather Maverick and his wife Penny. Jake and Jaycee were also joining you because neither of their families could get a flight out in time.

You paced nervously as you went over your mental checklist one more time. Everything had to be perfect.

You took extra care with getting ready for dinner. It was semi-formal, and your parents wouldn't expect anything less.

You were wearinging a maroon dress with cap sleeves and lace detailed bodice. The dress was tea length with an a-line skirt that slightly flared. You paired it with a classic black pump and your signature low bun. The diamonds Rooster and given you this year accented the dress. You also opted to layer the pearl necklace your parents had given you as a wedding present with your pendant. You weren't fond of pearls, but you knew if you didn't wear it, you'd never hear the end of it.

Bradley could tell you were nervous. When he really thinks about it, he's never seen you like this. Your parents were always a touchy subject. The handful of times he'd met them, they seemed to be focused on your flaws rather than your accomplishments. He's pretty sure the only time he's ever heard them say they were proud of you was at the wedding.

You were touching your makeup up in the mirror when he came behind you to give you a reassuring hug. "It's going to be fine. It won't be just them there." He tried to remind you as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Everything has to be perfect." You tell him. "It's okay if it isn't." He says. "No, it isn't. Not all of us had the supportive parental figure growing up Bradley. My parents only really cared when I started getting into debate and politics. And even then, they were only interested if I was winning. Because a win was the only thing they could show off. A shiny, perfect, victorious daughter, that's what they wanted, so that's what I became. That's what I still have to be. That's the only way they'll notice me. That's the only way they'll love me." You whispered the last part before wiping away a stray tear.

"Please make sure Maverick doesn't say anything deeply offensive to my father tonight about Admiral Cain's drone program. My father is on the committee for it. I've already warned him about it as well." You say, changing from doom and gloom to perky at the drop of a hat. It gives Bradley whiplash sometimes when he sees just how fast you can turn your emotions on and off.

"I've already told him, but you know Maverick. He's five foot seven inches of unpredictable rage. I'm sure Penny will keep him under control." Bradley laughs. You roll your eyes before lacing your hands with his. "Let's get this show on the road."

You stood neverously in the foyer, waiting for everyone to arrive. Maverick and Penny got there first, both greeting you with warm hugs and a smile. Jake and Jaycee tumbled in not long after them. Jaycee whispered some words of encouragement as she hugged you. Last to arrive where your parents. Senator and Congressman Wiseman. They weren't late per say, but they made sure to arrive late enough so that their entrance would be noticed.

"Mother, Father, Merry Christmas." You greeted them. "Hello, darling." Your mother greeted you with a quick hug. Your father was bit warmer, but still cold. "Mr. President! So good to see you. How's my favorite son in law!" Your mother beamed as she went to hug Bradley. Bradley responded that both of you were doing well as he shook your father's hand.

Before dinner, you decided to give your guests a private tour of the decorations. "They're a bit dated, dear, don't you think?" Your mother critiqued you. Your shoulders slumped at her comment. "I think they look wonderful, Y/N. They're traditional and elegant." Maverick quickly commented. You whispered a thank you to him.

By the time the tour was over, your parents had picked apart the decor you had chosen, commented on the fact that you hadn't offered to let them stay the night, and criticized the last event you'd hosted for your social cause. Your father also kept trying to talk shop with Bradley, even though you kept reminding him that this wasn't a business dinner but a family celebration.

Thankfully, dinner was served quickly after, and soon everyone was eating and having pleasant conversations. You silently picked at your chicken while listening to what was being said, quickly butting in if something was about to get too heated.

You really thought you were home free by the time dessert was being served—boy were you wrong.

Somehow, the topic of your marriage came up, and your mother asked that faithful question, "When are the two of you going to have children? I've read several articles about how people would love to see a White House filled with babies again, like back in the Kennedy era."

"Mother, Bradley, and I have barely been married a year. We'll have kids when the time is right." You tell her. "Well, honey, you're thirty-one. You aren't getting any younger." She tells you as she spears a berry from her cake.

"We still have plenty of time to have children. We don't want to rush into anything that we aren't ready for." You tell her politely. Bradley can feel you tense up beside him. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs circles with his thumb to try and calm you down.

"I know you think you have time, dear, but it's your job as the First Lady, especially a young First Lady, to give the world some presidential babies." She states. "I know you think you have a career to focus on, but your time in the campaigning and staffer world is over. You're never going to be able to work, if that's what you want to call what you were doing before, in politics again after Bradley's second term is up. No one is going to take a former First Lady seriously."

Anger thrums through your body. Your leg is shaking, you have a death grip on your fork, and tears prick your eyes. Bradley turns to you to speak, but you cut him off.

"That's enough, Mother." You say. You take a deep breath and meet her eyes across the table. She narrows hers at you, as if she's daring you to say something else. "I'm never going to be good enough for you, am I?" You ask her. "What?" She looks at you with feigned confusion.

"No matter what I do, what I wear, what I say, what I accomplish, it's still not going to be enough." You tell her. "I win first place in the school debate. You tell me that if I worked harder, I could have won the state one. I graduate at the top of my class in high school? You told me that I should have had a perfect GPA. I land a killer internship in college, and you say that I shouldn't be working for a representative from such a small state. I get a no-name independent elected to the presidency, and you think the best thing I've done with that is marry him! And then even that isn't good enough now, either! I've spent my entire life being a mirrorball, trying to keep your attention for even a fraction of a second because you and dad always put everything else before me! I've tried my whole life to be good enough for you, and it still isn't enough! So, like I said, no matter what I do, you'll never be satisfied. You'll never be proud of me. You'll never really love me." With that last comment, your nerve breaks, and the tears fall. You quickly excuse yourself from dinner and run out of the room. Bradley moves to follow you, but Jaycee beats him.

He turns back to the remaining people at the table who are looking at him with wide eyes.

"I can't believe she just said that! Ted, can you believe how your daughter just spoke to me?!" Your mother gasps.

Bradley takes a deep breath and collects himself.

"Congressman and Senator Wiseman, I think you should leave. He tells them.

"Excuse me?" Your father says.

"I said I think the two of you should leave. You've both overstayed your welcome." Bradley says calmly. "You're kicking us out because Y/N is so sensitive? How rude of you." Your mother tells him.

"The only person who has been rude this evening is you, Senator." Bradley states. Your mother scoffs at him and then darts her eyes across the room to the other patrons still seated at the table. None of them speak up to defend her.

"I was only telling her the truth. Y/N has never been good at handling it." She doubles down on her comments.

"The truth? You think that was the truth?" Bradley begins to raise his voice. "No, let me tell you what the truth is." He states through gritted teeth.

"Y/N has worked harder than any other campaign manager or Chief of Staff that I have ever known. She put her whole heart into my campaign because she believed in me. She quite literally almost lost her life for my presidency. Speaking of? Where were you when someone tried to murder her? Did you even call her to see if she was okay? The night of the election, you sent her a text congratulating her, a text message! You didn't even have the decency to call her and tell her how proud you were of her accomplishment. Are you even proud of her for what she did? Because I am! And all evening, you've sat on your high horse and picked her apart bit by bit, and I'm sick of it! So you can get your things and leave. Dante will show you to the door." Bradley tells them as he exhales deeply.

"Mr. President, you can't talk to us like that. Ted, are you going to let him speak to us like that?!" Your mother asks him.

"Right now, I'm not the president, Cynthia. I'm simply a husband who is furious about how his wife has been treated this evening." Bradley states as he stands up to lean over the table.

"But as the president, I'm telling you right now that if you ever speak to her like that again, or treat her like she is some prized show pony, I guarantee that you will never see another bill that you propose get passed, I will cut off your committee funding, and I will personally endorse and campaign for whom ever runs against you in your next election. Do you understand?" Bradley says with venom in his voice.

Your parents shake their heads before being escorted out. He sits back down and shakes his head before looking at the three people who are still at the table.

"I'm sorry. I—" He waves his hands, not sure what to say. "It's fine, Bradley. You said what needed to be said. Now go check on your girl. Jake can help us from here." Maverick says as he parts Bradley on the shoulder before he leaves the dining room.

Bradley knocked on the door before entering. You were lying on the bed whimpering as Jaycee stroked your shoulder to try and soothe you. "Babe, Bradley is here, I'm going to give you two some space." Jaycee quietly whispered to you before getting up to leave.

You sat up when Bradley joined you on the bed.

"I'm sorry." You sniffled as you tried to wipe your mascara stained cheeks. "I'm sorry that I ruined the evening, I shouldn't have said those things. I know I probably embarrassed you and everyone else. My parents are going to hate me now. Everyone else out there probably hates me." You rambled tearfully as Bradley pulled you to his chest to hug you.

"It's just my mom—she kept on picking and poking and it my anxiety just kept building and building, and—" Your body starts to tremble as your breathing becomes labored. "The weight of it—its just so much to bear, and I—I can't breathe." You pant out. Your hand flies to your throat as you desperately attempt to unclasp the strand of pearls from your neck. They're a physical reminder of the grip your parents have on you.

"Bradley—I can't breathe—I —I" He sees the panic written all over your face. He's trying to help you, but you're shaking and fighting the necklace, and he can't get a grip on the clasp. Before he can do anything else, you pull at the strand and rip it off. Dozens of white orbs fly off the string and clatter unceremoniously to the floor. You let out a long exhale before slouching onto him. You grab the oval pendant you're still wearing and run your thumb and index finger over it as you calm down. Bradley sits there silently with you.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He tells you after a few minutes. You look up at him. Your eyes are still bleary from the tears you've shed. "I mean it. They were awful to you, and I should have said something sooner. If anyone should apologize, it's me." He tells you.

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. "Right after you left, I kicked them out and told them how horrible they were to you. I also made sure that they know if they even treat you like that again, at least while I'm president, it will be the end of both of their careers." He tells you proudly.

Fresh tears spring to your eyes. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You sob over and over again as you bury your head into his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. I'd do anything in this world for you. I mean it." Bradley tells you as he kisses the top of your hair. "Love you too." You tell him. Your words come out muffled from how hard you face is pressed up against him.

"If you're feeling up to it, we still have presents to open with Mav and Penny and Jake and Jaycee." He says. You smile. "I'd like that." You tell him. "Good, but first, we need to change." He states with a twinkle in his eye. He hands you a box to unwrap, and you smile when you see what's inside.

Twenty minutes later, the six of you are curled up on couches with mugs of coca and piles of wrapping paper. You can't remember the last time you smiled at Christmas or smiled this much in general, but you know, as long as Bradley is around, you were going to be happy.

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[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter nine

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, PTSD, choking

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After checking on my patients and changing out of my scrubs, I walked into the parking lot to find Bucky leaning against the side of a shiny black jeep.

“There she is!” he announced, straightening his posture to greet me. “I was starting to wonder if you were standing me up.”

“I would never,” I feigned offense.

“I have a hard time believing that.”

I considered my dating history, “Sure, I’ve ghosted guys before. But I’ve never actually stood someone up. That’s just cruel.”

“Fair enough, but don’t even think about ghosting me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I winked at him. He opened the passenger side door for me, like a true gentleman, and I climbed into the car. 

The drive to his place was short and we made easy small talk on the way. I was expecting to feel nervous in the lead up to our arrival at his place, but I wasn’t. He pulled into the driveway of a brick row home, with navy shutters and white accents along the windows. I let myself out of the car before he could open the door for me and he led me up the couple stairs to the front door. There was a welcome mat on the front porch that read The Neighbors Have Better Stuff and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is this your version of home security?” I asked, pointing to the mat with my toe.

He chuckled, “My sister got that for me when I bought the house. And I have to say no burglaries yet so it must be working.”

When he opened the front door, I was surprised to find that his house felt very homely. I was expecting a bachelor pad, with hard edges and several shades of grey. Instead, I was met with neutral colors, tasteful art, and warm lighting. Bucky placed his keys on a hook by the front door and told me to make myself at home. I shrugged my jacket off and before I could find a spot for it, Bucky took it from my hands and put it on a hanger in the hall closet. I slid off my ankle boots and found a seat on the very comfortable sectional, as Bucky flipped a switch that started a flame in the fireplace. 

“Here’s the remote, you can find something to put on the TV while I grab us a few drinks.”

I clicked on the TV and was met with a wide selection of programs. “You have all the streaming services…” I spoke in disbelief.

“And cable,” he added.

“Sheesh, living the dream over here.”

“You know what’s embarrassing about that? I almost never watch TV,” he admitted.

I gaped at him, thinking about the intricate network of log-ins I’d collected and bartered for over the years.

He sat next to me on the couch with a decanter of red wine and two crystal glasses.

“Let me guess, this is a vintage sangiovese from a little village in the south of Italy?”

He poured a sample into a glass and handed it for me to try before adding, “Don’t give me too much credit, it’s a midrange bottle. A Spanish tempranillo.”

“Mmm,” I replied, before imitating a sommelier, swirling the wine around before taking a big whiff. I took a sip and contemplated before making my assessment, “I’m getting strong notes of grape.”

Bucky let out a chuckle before topping off my glass and filling his own. He leaned deeper into the couch and I did the same, keeping about a foot of distance between us.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to impress me, Barnes,” I declared.

He shrugged, “Is it working?”

“Maybe a little.”

He pulled his phone out and tapped a few buttons, before smooth jazz started playing over the speaker system in the house.

“How about now?” 

“Why have we been spending all this time at my place when you live in this literal smart home?” 

“I had to make sure you weren’t after me for my money,” he joked.

“Oh, is that not clear? I’m definitely only interested in you as a sugar daddy.” He gave me a look and I was pleased to have grated on his nerves just a bit. “But seriously, your house is incredible.”

“You haven’t even seen the whole thing.”

“Are you going to give me the tour?” I smiled.

He nodded, “I can give you a tour.” He stood up and held his hand out for me. We started on our current floor, where he showed me his incredibly clean kitchen and back deck, overlooking the water. Then he took me into the basement, where he had a room that could only be described as a mancave, with a big screen TV, comfortable seating, and a small stocked bar. There was also a small room in the back that had a home gym, full of free weights, a treadmill, and a Peloton. 

Next we headed toward the second floor, which contained the laundry room, home office, and the master bedroom. We paused when we reached the master bedroom, as I entered the room and decided to look around.

“Does this meet your standards?” he joked. I smiled at him as I walked around the bed and peeked into the bathroom. It was immaculate. Perfectly clean and tidy, well decorated, and aesthetically pleasing. I was impressed.

“Are you always this clean?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“Ever since the military. They ingrained cleanliness into me, despite my protests.”

“Remind me to thank them. Most guys I know live in their own filth.”

“Well I’m not most guys,” he said, stepping a foot closer to me. “You want to know the best part about this room?”

“Does music magically play in here too?” I asked.

“It does, but that’s not the best part.” I tilted my head, waiting for him to explain further. He didn’t speak more, but ushered me to come to him. I complied, standing about a foot in front of him, dying in anticipation. He placed both hands on my shoulders and gently guided me backwards, until the back of my legs hit the mattress. Then he pushed me down so my knees buckled and I was sitting on the bed. As I sunk into the soft mattress, I felt like I was sitting on a cloud. I instinctively leaned back so that my torso was on the bed and let out an unconscious sigh.

“This is amazing.”

I heard Bucky chuckle as he watched me, “After I got back from my deployment, all I wanted was a soft bed. I didn’t want any reminders of lumpy cots or sleeping in the desert.”

“I don’t think I can go back to my bed after feeling this one.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to,” Bucky flirted. He slowly crawled on top of me and my hands instinctively found their way around him. I gently scratched the hair at the back of his neck and studied his face, trying to read his expression. His pupils were wide and were focused on my eyes, flashing briefly to look at my lips. I could sense his heart beating out of his chest, matching my rhythm, and he let out a deep exhale that barely reached my mouth. We were in a stare off, taking each other in and waiting on edge to see who would make the first move. The edges of his mouth slowly turned upward into an amused grin and that was it for me. I pulled him towards me, desperate to feel the caress of his soft lips. His touch did not disappoint. As soon as we connected, I probed my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He placed his strong hand on my jaw and entwined his fingers into my hair.

We moved together slowly, savoring the moment instead of rushing to the finish line. Bucky had moved from my lips to my neck, planting wet kisses down to my collar bone, where he lingered, doing things that would surely leave a mark. I ran my hands up the back of his shirt, needing more skin to skin contact. I scratched small circles around his back before I whispered, “Can I take this off?”

He pulled away to catch his breath and grabbed the collar of his shirt from the back and easily pulled it over his head.

“Your turn,” he said smugly. I rose to his challenge, propping myself on my elbows to pull off my top. While I wish I’d been wearing some lacy lingerie, I was clad in a ribbed bralette in heather grey. 

“I’m sorry I’m not in lingerie, but I didn’t expect-”

He cut off my defense with a kiss, massaging my lips with his and sending his tongue in to explore my mouth.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed in between kisses. “Don’t ever apologize for how you look.”

That statement turned me on even more, if that was possible. I pushed him off of me and directed him to lay next to me on the bed. I unzipped my jeans and shimmied out of them, then climbed on top of Bucky so I was straddling him.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” he begged. I wanted to tease him more but I wasn’t sure I could hold it together much longer either. I hovered over him, planting a few kisses on his lips before making my way down his body to his pelvis. I playfully nipped at his hip bones before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his muscular legs. I could see his erection through his boxer briefs and wasted no time massaging his bulge.

His head dipped back into the mattress in pleasure, and I had barely even started. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his erection from its confinement. I gripped him firmly, sliding up past the tip and back down in a fluid motion. Bucky let out a contented sigh, giving me the confidence I needed to continue. I leaned forward to take his shaft in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as I massaged his member with my tongue. He reached down and tangled his hand in my hair, gently massaging my scalp.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he breathed. I continued blowing him, paying special attention to the tip and fondling his balls. I heard him grunt and tasted the slightly salty taste of his semen. I eased working his shaft with my mouth, opting to clasp him with my hand, as I swallowed down his load. He guided my head up off of his penis and pulled me up towards him, squeezing me into a tight bearhug.

“You are amazing,” he gushed, kissing my cheek and neck repeatedly. I wiggled out of his tight grasp to reposition myself so that I could see him better. I placed a hand on his jaw and pulled him toward me, kissing him with vigor yet again. He placed a hand on my hip, gently running his thumb over my pelvic bone. He pulled away sooner than I wanted, and I tried to pull him back to me. He recognized the look in my eyes, and gave me a soft smile as he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind my ears. 

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make it up to you.” He gently laid me down on the mattress as he shifted his weight on top of me. He started with my lips, exploring my mouth with a slow, lingering kiss. Then he peppered kisses along my jaw, up to my ear. He tugged my earlobe with his teeth and then planted soft kisses behind my ear. He moved down my neck, applying pressure with his tongue. As he continued south, briefly teething on my clavicle before journeying down to my sternum. He slid his hands up my sides and under my bralette. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, as if asking for my permission to proceed. I gave him a quick nod and he peeled the bralette up, freeing my breasts. I pulled the bralette over my head and shivered slightly at the cold air caressing my nipples. Bucky picked up on my momentary discomfort and acted quickly, bringing his mouth to my left nipple as his hand massaged my right breast. I let out an unconscious moan and noticed a smirk on Bucky’s lips before he switched sides to the other breast. Things started to get fuzzy as I was entering a natural high.

Bucky moved down lower, teasing my abdomen, pelvis, and inner thighs along the way. He pulled my thong off slowly, teasing me, but then his tongue found my clitoris and I was sent into orbit. He managed to circulate the use of his fingers, lips, and tongue to all my sensitive areas. My fingers were digging into the bed sheets, looking for something to grasp as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm.

Bucky took me by surprise when he inserted a second finger and I let out a heavy breath. I shifted my gaze down toward Bucky and was met with his ocean blue eyes looking up at me. I could’ve sworn he was smiling too, even though his mouth was focused on pleasuring me. And that was all it took. I succumbed to my orgasm, shuddering and releasing all the tension in my body as Bucky lapped up my juices, savoring every drop. I felt light headed from the intense orgasm that came quickly. I’d never finished like that from oral stimulation alone. I blinked rapidly up at the ceiling, trying to refocus my eyes and sighed, “Oh Buck.”

I felt his weight shift up as he crawled up beside me, “How was that, my little sex goddess?”

I turned toward him and couldn’t hide the smile from my face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I nuzzled into him and said, “I don’t ever want to leave this bed.”

“Me neither.”

I was startled awake by my own gasping. My eyes bugged and I struggled to breathe as the pressure increased to my throat. Bucky was on top of me, his legs straddling my waist, but not in a fun way. He had me pinned down to the mattress and his forearm was pressed into my windpipe. His eyes were glazed over, almost like he was possessed.

I tried to call his name but it came out as more of a gasp. Then I made the mistake of trying to push him off me. I should’ve realized fighting back would just make him push harder, but I wasn’t thinking, I was reacting. 

His hands were now enclosed around my neck as he started to squeeze harder. My first instinct was to panic, but I knew that wouldn’t help break him from his trauma-induced haze. If I could just talk to him, maybe it would wake him up. Maybe my voice could break into the nightmare he was having, even just to serve as a distraction. I tried to speak again, but all that came out was a squeak.

I needed to pull him back to reality, so I tried something unexpected. If he thought I was a dangerous enemy, the last thing he would expect would be affection. I gently placed my hands on his jaw. His expression shifted slightly and his grip on my neck loosened a bit. I took the opening and carefully pulled his face closer to mine, rubbing little circles behind his earlobes with my finger tips. As his face drew nearer, his forehead and nose connected with mine and his hands released my neck. I barely brushed my lips against his mouth and felt all the tension in his body melt away. I took in a few deep breaths, relieved to have de-escalated the situation. Bucky rolled back to his side of the bed, but curled into me. I directed his head to my chest and ran my fingers through his hair, giving him a scalp massage. He fell back asleep with ease, his breaths and body weighing heavy on me.

Despite the soothing sounds of his breathing, I was wide awake. Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins from the attempted strangulation. The strangest thing was, I wasn’t upset with Bucky. That wasn’t the Bucky I knew, it was just a PTSD flare up. I should’ve been scared of him, of another attack. Yet, I couldn’t imagine leaving him. He talked a little about his time in the military but he never got into any of the specifics. PTSD never even crossed my mind, Bucky always seemed so put together. And now that I saw the darker side of him, all I wanted was to help him and protect him from his haunting thoughts.

[meganwayne24]

A Ticking Clock (pt. 4)

They weren’t kidding when they said time is of the essence.

Fandom: Insomniac Spider-Man

Word Count: 1325

Pairing: PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader

Synopsis: It was time to talk to Harry after an exchange that left you both scared and hurt.

[Warnings: 18+, some shirtless bits, intimate moments]

Flying through the air, you couldn’t help but feel guilt. Did you have a right to be angry? He was going through more than you’d ever know. Why were you so upset? All of this started to flood to the front of your mind as a web extended from your hand and kept you secure to the wall of the building. Moving along the walls, the transparent glass was covered inside by the curtains you’d seen many times. Past the shiny grey trim, there was a slit where the sheets separated.

You saw Harry sitting on the couch. His hair was slightly messier than normal. He looks tired and a little pale. He hasn’t been sleeping well, if at all. He puts on a brave face, no one knows how deeply he’s struggling, including you. He takes a slow deep breath in. A cup of water in one hand, his pills in the other. He places the pills in his mouth all at once. He swallows the water, his head tilted back. A trickle of water was left at the corner of his mouth that he wiped with his hand. Despite him no longer having the suit, he was well-built. His arms had veins that your eyes tended to trace to his hands.

Harry stood up and slowly paced towards the window using his cane. You watched him move, forgetting you were in the middle of his view.

He was frightened but he didn’t have a big reaction. All he saw were the white eyes of the suit, enough for a scare but not unexpected anymore.

“Y/N?” You could see his lips moving forming your name. You symbolized “one minute” using your pointer finger. You crawled your way around the tower. It was the only appropriate term for it. You found an opening that led onto the middle floor of the establishment. You revealed yourself from the suit, not in sight of any security cameras and took the elevator, which you weren’t overly fond of, to the space Harry tended to occupy the most.

Stepping into the hallway, grateful for the feeling of solid ground, you took a breath. The colours seemed to stand out this time despite how dark it was from the night. The maroon carpeted floor, shaded walls and accent tables made you feel nostalgic of all the time you spent there. All the time that’s passed, how everything’s changed. You suddenly became aware of the ground at your feet. You took the necessary steps towards Harry’s door. You knocked, not hard, only enough for him to hear.

He opened the door looking down at you. One arm held onto the door while the other was sitting against the doorframe. You thought it was because of his pain, but he didn’t look uncomfortable.

“Hi…” It was the only thing you could think to say. You looked down, afraid to face him. After all the emotions you felt against him, he was still Harry.

“Hi.” You both stood in silence momentarily. The tension was awkward and solemn. It didn’t feel like the two of you at all. “Uh, would you like to come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Harry stepped away from the doorframe and opened the classic brown door for you. Walking through the apartment felt different, which was to be expected. Harry followed behind you.

You both sat on the couch taking the places you had taken the night everything changed. Now that you were here, you weren’t sure what you had to say. You missed him, you wanted him back at least as your friend.

“So…you took the elevator up here?”

“Yeah…”

“How was that?” There was awkwardness in Harry’s voice. Almost like talking to a crush, but one that you didn’t think liked you back. He knew of your aversion towards the rising and falling entrapment. This was his way of trying to open you up. He never gave himself enough credit for his intelligence, let alone how clever he is.

“I mean, I survived. That’s all I got really.” Harry and you let out soft laughs. It felt nice to share a moment that you wish were everlasting. Once the meshed sounds of your voices fizzled out, you felt the sensation of the cold air against your skin. You shifted, trying to find a comfortable position despite the stress surrounding you.

Harry was sat forward, his hands clasped on his knees. His grey baggy shirt clung to his chest and flared at the bottom. He wore black and white plaid pajama pants that you couldn’t help but blush at. His eyes glanced at you whilst his head was down, his auburn hair falling slightly from its regular position.

“Y/N I’m sorry. The other night I just felt…” Harry let out a stressed sigh. “Okay, I’m not used to this. Explaining my feelings I- I just felt jealous I guess.” You didn’t understand. Jealous of what? He saw the confused look on your face. “Look you know when Pete called me that night? And MJ called you? Pete started asking all about the suit, which I get. But…” He seemed hesitant to continue. “Pete has it all right now. Spider-Man, this new suit, more time with you because of it. I just feel like I’m losing more than I expected, and I’m scared.” He looked up from his hands that he’d been picking at while speaking. Your eyes were glued to him and his movements. He looked at you deeply. “I don’t want to lose you Y/N. I’m sorry I pushed you away.” He sniffled and wiped his eyes quickly, appearing ashamed of his emotions.

“Harry…” you were taken aback. “I’m sorry. But I promise you, you’re never going to lose me…at least not of my own volition.” Again, more lighthearted laughs. “Because, you know, I did almost die the other day. Not my fault, but it did happen.” You winked at Harry, giving him a mischievous smirk. “But even then, I choose you. Okay?”

You looked into each other’s eyes. Harry’s always seemed to change colour with the light. Sitting in the dark with the moonlight shining through the window, they were a hazy grey. A moment transpired, both of you eyeing each other’s lips. You both began to lean in, your hand reaching to touch the side of his face. A loud intermittent buzzer started going off.

“Oh you have got to be kidding.”

“False alarm. Just a timer I forgot to turn off.” He put his phone on silent and placed it on the hardwood table.

Your stomach was in knots, remembering the last time this happened. Your breathing staggered. Harry took notice of it.

“Hey,” he cupped your face gently, hiding your surprise at the size of his hands up close. “I’m here. And I’m not stopping this time. Not if you don’t want me to.”

You felt the want, and the need that had been building up for years. You were being given the chance now. Before you could think, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his. You moved your arms down around his neck. Harry placed his hands on your hips. It felt like a perfect fit. The time between each kiss became shorter. They became more passionate. He slid his hands down to your thighs, lifting you so that you were straddling him. He slowly raised your shirt and planted kisses softly up your stomach, then your shirt off and threw it behind the couch.

All was well until the suit started pushing out tentacles around you. You were swarmed with this feeling of danger. An image of fighting an armored man in the middle of a cemetery flashed by your eyes. You felt dizzy, losing your balance.

Harry was holding you, preventing any potential fall. “Y/N are you okay?” He stroked your hair, moving it out of your face.

“It’s Peter. He’s in trouble, and I think he needs my help.”

A/N: come on now, I couldn’t just give you guys everything at once lol, gotta have some buildup of course. im so busy with school rn but trying to be consistent-ish. thanks for the patience :)

[silver-bunnyspell]

What you Deserve

Chapter 4. Golden Chains

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They had re-tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him while they brought him through the corridors of the palace. Both of Isidore’s arms were tightly held by Nesta on the left and Wayne on the right.

Isidore tried to keep track of the way. Left, left, stairs, left, stairs, right, right… At the seventh turn he was already lost, but at least he could register that the oppressing moldy smell of the cells was replaced by fresh air.

At some point they entered a room, made him sit on a comfortable velvet chair and freed his hands for a brief moment only to cuff them again somewhere else.

Isidore immediately tugged at his new restraints and found out that he was chained to something just a little ahead of him.

“Easy.” Nesta voice said.

He felt her callous hands behind his head, removing the blindfold. When he was able to see again her frowning face was in front of his and he yelped in surprise.

“Easy!” repeated Nesta, backing away.

He was about to apologize, but bit his tongue before speaking. They didn’t deserve it. He was chained.

Nesta gave him a warning look, before turning to Wayne.

“He’s clean and we got him here, so the task is completed.” she said.

“I know. Finally! I can’t wait to take a bath in a real bathroom. The cells are foul.”

As soon as Isidore noticed that they weren’t paying him attention his eyes wandered through the room: a dining room and an expensive one too. The opulence of the palace’s owner was blatant.

Isidore was seated head of a mahogany table. There were tree chairs for each side and of course also one in front of him, all still empty. The table was set only on his place and on the side in front of him with a couple of ceramic plates, two chalices of different size and some golden coloured silverware, but no knives.

A deer head taxidermy towered on the wall in front of him, between two big frosted glass doors that probably led to a balcony. It was sunny outside, but the carmine red curtains and the dark stone walls captured part of the light, making the room seem gloomier than necessary.

The rest of the furniture kept similar dark colours ranging form black to red, with golden accents.

It was gaudy. Isidore had a very different, way more sober taste in aesthetics.

He looked at the chains dangling between his wrists and the table legs. They were shiny with a golden metallic glow, in tone with the rest of the room. And harder than stone.

He sighed.

And gasped a moment later, when he felt Wayne’s hand patting his back.

“Toller, we’re about to go.” Wayne said. Then, after a moment, he added: “Take care.”

Isidore turned to his direction as much as he could, with a questioning expression.

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”

Maybe their captors did have a heart in them, deep down, and he could take advantage in that.

Wayne opened his mouth to respond, but Isidore was faster: “You chained me. You kidnapped me, for the Gods’ sake! And you didn’t even tell me where exactly I am or why I am here.”

“Isidore, don’t shout...” Nesta said.

Isidore lowered his voice and continued with a whisper: “Please, you can help me. Free me. I won’t report about you to the authorities if you unchain me now.”

Nesta looked impassible, but maybe he had made breach in Wayne, who was shaking his head, visibly astonished at Isidore’s outburst. But then, the captor’s eyes darted to a different direction, somewhere behind Isidore.

Before he could turn too, a voice spoke at his back: “Don’t you worry Inquisitor Toller, I will take good care of you, I promise.”

When Isidore turned, he saw him. Count Roger J. Townsend.

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[emotionalmesshooman]

my fan fic

When I First Met You

Fan fiction by yours truly.

A few weeks ago I had found a job babysitting, I needed a job and I was exceptionally good with kids. It seemed like a nice place, although I was a long ways away, I booked the flight tickets and was off, I knew the area somewhat of where the house was located, and I knew that It would be a long ride. As I walked out of the airport an older man stepped out of a Limousine, it is an older model of some sort of car. 

“Hello, You must be _____?” He asked.

“Yes, that's me.” I smiled.

He helped me put my luggage in the car, and opened the door. I bowed my head quickly in thanks and got inside the car. The drive was a good two hours, I ended up falling asleep in the car around the one hour mark, it seemed that just as I fell asleep I was woken up by the driver, as he knocked loudly on the window.

“Sorry Miss, I didn’t know how else to wake you.”

“It's alright..” I cover my mouth as I yawn.

I grab my wallet to pay the man, he interrupts my action.

“The Heelshires took care of that already Miss.”

I put my wallet away, and start grabbing my luggage, the old man helps me and I bring it to the door before knocking. As I knocked the door creaked open, I set my luggage inside by the door.  I did see a man in the kitchen putting groceries away, most likely another worker. By this time, the driver was long gone. The interior looked  beautiful, the beautiful walls with a shiny finish, the railing of the stairs with designs carved into each of them. I started up the stairs, looking to see if anyone was home.

Ms. Heelshire was walking down the stairs while I was coming up.

“Hello, you must be the new babysitter, I see you’re early.” she said with a stern voice, she had an english accent, a somewhat thick accent but it wasn't as this as the drivers.

“If I'm not early then I'm late right?” 

I tried to make a silly remark to lighten her sternness, I hoped she wouldn’t get too mad. She was my future employer. 

She was not amused, now more stern than before she said “Here now, Daddy is waiting.”

She started back up the stairs, I followed.

“Ma’am? Who was that in the kitchen?” 

“That's Malcolm, the grocery boy…”

“Ah, alright.” 

“...he will be here once every week to drop off groceries, he has a key to the house-

He also will be handling your payment, he will give you a check every week.”

“Okay, Ma’am.”

 The manor was massive, the walls decorated with bookshelves, some going from the floor to the ceiling, everywhere you looked you would find beautiful furniture, I wasn’t in this job for the money but I would definitely be set with this family paying me. 

After walking through all of what seemed like twists and turns through the manor, Ms. Heelshire led me to a room where Mr. Heelshire was on a knee beside a chair that was turned away from view. Ms. Heelshire went to him and murmured something, after that he got up and straightened his suit, he walked over to me and held out his hand for me to shake, which I did.

“Hello, You must be the new sitter?” His voice much kinder than that of his wifes. 

“Yes, I am sir.” 

I definitely felt better with his soft demeanor. Ms. Heelshire was fixing up whatever sat on the chair, of which was still blocked from my view, but not for much longer, Ms. Heelshire picked up what I thought to be a child but then when I saw its dead eyes and porcelain skin I realized it was just a doll. A…doll.

Ms. Heelshire spoke again as she walked toward me, 

“Now that Brahms is ready I can now show you the list of chores you will be doing every day while you babysit him.”

This, this whole situation made me feel uneasy, they are calling a doll their own? I shook off this feeling and put my pleasant demeanor back on.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied hastily.

She walked out of the room with the doll she cradled in her arms like a child. I walked with her throughout the house. She gave me a list of 10 rules to abide by while I lived here.

No Guests.

Never Leave Brahms Alone.

Save Meals in Freezer.

Never Cover Brahms Face.

Read a Bedtime Story.

Play Music Loud.

Clean the Traps.

Only Malcolm Brings Deliveries.

Kiss him goodnight

This rule had been underlined, as if there would be great consequences if I were to ignore them.

After this, Ms. Heelshire helped me learn the ropes and such. After the tour, rules, etc. they were ready to leave, her eyes seemed watery as Ms, Heelshire handed the doll to me, she whispered the words “I'm sorry.” then proceeded to grab her luggage and leave.

End of chapter 1

Chapter 2:

Movement

After a few days of following the rules, my suspicion of Ms. Heelshire grew. Why did she say she was sorry? What was it for? What did it mean? I tried to wrap my head around it but doing so just gave me a headache. Trying to forget what she said, I drowned myself into my chores. On one of the days where Malcolm came to drop off and put away groceries, I decided to introduce myself. I nervously walked over to the kitchen.

“Hello, you must be Malcolm, right?” I said sheepishly. 

“Ah, hello there, you must be the new sitter? My apologies I must not have seen you come in when the Heelshires had you over…”

“Well, Ms. Heelshire told me what your job was, perhaps I can help you while we talk? Learn a little bit about each other?”

“I don’t see why not…” he smiled and started putting groceries away while I helped.

“…So, let's start off with your name, what is it?

“My name is ______.”

“Well that's a nice name, now, I'm guessing you're from…California?”

“I bet you see a lot of tourists, enough so that you can identify them with just a look.” I chuckle.

“Well there aren’t a lot in these parts, what brought you here?”

[ha-ule-nalu]

“What are you doing here?”

“You invited me.”

“I did?”

Eloi looked at his phone, noting the texts he’d sent his brother when he was drunk on the plane ride over. Ah. “Are those your teammates?” Gabriel questioned, violet eyes shiny and wide as he looked around his brother at the small group that was taking up one of the restaurant’s larger tables.

Eloi, who’d stood when he saw his brother approaching, looked over his shoulder. He sighed.

“Yes.” 

“Can I meet them?!”

“You aren’t supposed to, Gabriel.”

“Oh come on! Please?”

Eloi rubbed the back of his neck but he nodded, yielding.

“Tall and dark is Achlys, Brit is Jamie, bunny girl is Nohealani, and the one with the bad bleach job is Tala.”

“Got it! English okay then?” Eloi nodded and Gabriel switched to English to continue their conversation. “Great! I’m so rusty these days.” He admitted in a heavy accent and a bashful smile.

“That’s okay, come on.”

Eloi led Gabriel to the table, the conversation ceasing as the artist stopped with his damn look alike standing with him.

For a split second, Achlys fizzled, his form collapsing in his hands. But upon closer inspection, the doctor was able to notice the differences. Not Omega, a brother. His hands solidified once more and he rolled his wrists to get feeling back in them.

“This is Gabriel Laurent. My younger brother.”

“Hey man! Nice to meet ya!”

Gabriel smiled at Jamie’s enthusiasm, bowing his head. “Nice to meet you too! I hope you’re all enjoying Paris so far. Do you mind if I join you?”

Achlys stood up from his position beside Nohealani, leaving the seat beside her open. “A great excuse for me to get a better chair.” The tall man teased gently, leaving to go find a waitress to give him an extra chair. 

Gabriel sat beside the woman, holding his hand out to her. She raised an eyebrow at him, looking from him to his brother who once more took his spot in the booth. She then looked back at him and shook his hand.

“Gabriel, nice to meet you, Nohealani.”

“You too.”

He retracted his hand.

Tala took a sip of her water before addressing him, sitting straight, she had a polite expression, but her tone was more that of an interrogator than a new friend as she spoke.

“Are you from here?”

“Oh no, Bayeux. But I’ve been living here for five years now.”

“I’m surprised you can afford Paris.”

Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. “That’s true! I own a bookstore in a good area and I have the apartment above it. I have been uh.. Tr,, very lucky!” He didn’t need to admit that his family sold off Raphael’s art after he disappeared and made bank from it. He hated that, it was why he left.

But Tala seemed satisfied, nodding.

“Okay so you know the good spots that aren’t the tourist spots, right?”

“Oh yeah! I’d love to be your guide while you’re here. If- my brother is alright with that.”

Eloi waved his hand. “Whatever you want, Gabriel.”

Achlys returned with a chair, sitting down once more. 

“Your family genetics are remarkable, I must admit.”

“Achlys is a doctor.”

“Ah! Makes sense. Yep!”

The conversation dwindled into casual chitchat as they ordered their lunch. But Gabriel couldn’t help the slight glances to the woman beside him, only ever properly focusing on her when she spoke to not seem weird or strange. But she really was beautiful, it was making him a tad nervous.

And between Nohealani’s beauty and Achlys’ complimentary curiosity, Gabriel found himself shrinking slightly in his chair. His turtleneck acted as a sort of shield, protecting him from the slight fluster and warmth in his neck. This was ridiculous! And yet here he was.

“Wanna try some?”

He blinked at her, had he zoned out staring? “Oh! Sorry- Sure wanna trade some?” 

Nohealani nodded, and the two traded a small portion of their lunches to try the other’s. She nodded, visibly pleased. “Remind me to get that next time.” She grinned at Achlys across from her and it was like watching him visibly take a mental note. Gabriel snickered, amused.

Gabriel would take the time he had to get to know the agents better, if only to understand his distant brother better.

STOP THIS MADE ME SMILE SO MUCH OH MY GOD. gabriel YOU ARE SOOOOOOO CUUUUTTTEEEEEEEEEE

and the seeds of angels trumpet I SEE YOU.

i love how you characterized everyone…. AND MY FAV PART IS GRIM MAKING HIS MENTAL JOTE FOR LANI….. im literally gonna cry they’re so cute

the fact that it was all because artisan just so happened to drunk text gabriel is CRAZY. you know what i love this tho. better than whatever we had going on before 🫶🫶

pua and gabriel 10000% exchanged numbers after this and talked a lot. i think pua was originally just looking for a friend (she had no romantic interest in her arch nemesis’ BROTHER at first despite settling their differences yk yk) but then… ALAKAZAM

i love how he interacts with the group and i can HEAR his heavy accent…. gabriel i love you….. if our ocs were real there would 100% be a player card of this dinner (i will make one one day)

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 3 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: hiiiiiii sorry for the delay i have a college degree now lol

tw: cursing, smoking, mentions of ED, SMUTTTTT

A man walked out of the building. He looked like he was in the secret service or something.

"Miss Allen?"

She didn't remember telling Kendall her last name.

"Um, yes, hi." Stella mentally facepalmed. That's the best she could do?!

"Mr. Roy is waiting for you upstairs."

"Oh, okay." Stella gulped, and followed the man inside the stunning apartment building. The inside was almost disgustingly-nice. It was too much, right?

The man led her to the elevators, pressing the button on the side. The elevator came within seconds. He let her in first.

"Uh, thanks."

He followed her in, taking out a lanyard and scanning his ID on the wall. He pressed the "P" button. Of course Kendall had the penthouse.

Stella was nervous suddenly. She felt out of place, like she wasn't supposed to be there. What if a paparazzi saw her enter? They would have a fucking field day.

The elevator was all too quick, and for a second Stella felt nauseous. The elevator stopped with a 'ding' and the shiny metal doors opened to reveal a spacious, modern living room. Everything was white and cream with dark wooden accents. Every time she saw something nice, something even better, more expensive, would be next to it. She stepped out, the doors closing behind her and leaving her alone in the living room. Again, was she supposed to tip the elevator guy?

"No, buddy, I really think the Knicks got this one!" Kendall's voice came from down the hallway. "Yeah." He said, "Well we'll see." He laughed.

Kendall suddenly appeared in front of her, his phone pressed against his ear. He looked surprised, but happy to see her.

"Hey, Iverson, dude, I need to go, okay? Yeah, alright. Love you, buddy."

Stella smiled nervously, feeling a bit guilty that he just hung up on his son for her.

"Hi." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hi, Kendall." In her heels, she was a little taller than him.

He pulled away, hands still on the small of her waist. "You, uh, you look beautiful."

She couldn't help her blush. "Thank you."

Kendall was wearing a plain white button-up and pants, but Stella knew the shirt alone was probably worth a month of her rent. He looked so good.

He took her hand in his and lead her to the kitchen. His grip was soft but firm.

The kitchen was beautiful, with white walls and new, stainless steel appliances.  He probably never used it.  A couple of chefs moved about.  It smelled like authentic Italian.

"Holy shit..." Stella said under her breath.

Kendall laughed.  He wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"I hope you like Italian, but if you don't, they can make you something else."

"No, it's perfect."  They stopped in the middle of the kitchen.

He moved towards her.  She let him.  "Thank you for coming."

"Of course."  He led her over to the table, pulling out her chair.  She was sure he went to cotillion as a kid.

Kendall sat across from her, a tiny candle in between them, illuminating their faces.  It was disgustingly romantic.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Um," She stopped, unsure if she should tell the truth about her anxious day.  "I went shopping, took my dog for a walk...oh!"  Stella grabbed her purse, rummaging around for the blunt.  " I got you this."  she stuck her arm out, suddenly very unsure.

He took the glass vial, inspecting it.

"I-I really like weed, and I thought you probably did too, and it's better than a regular cigar so-"

"It's awesome."  He gave her a goofy smile.  "This is fucking awesome."

Stella returned the smile.  "I'm so glad.  I thought we could smoke it later."

He nodded, turning the vial over in his hands.  "You have a dog?"  She nodded.  "My kids have this, uh, rabbit named Megathump.  It almost died from a bagel related incident."

She had to laugh at the thought of Kendall with a rabbit.  "Bagel related incident?"

"It's a long story."  He stopped.  "I have two kids, if you didn't know."  He seemed almost...nervous?

"Oh, cool.  I um, don't have any kids."  They laughed at the awkwardness.

"Everything I do is for them." He said.

"I know."  Stella reached out to take his hand.  "How is the deal going?"

"It's been tough.  We're getting there, though."

"I feel like I see you on Twitter every day now."

"Yeah, uh, they love me out there."

"I can tell."

One of the chefs from before brought over a bottle of red.

"I hope Cabernet is okay." Kendall asked.

Stella looked at the bottle in front of her. It was old. She nodded, and the chef poured them both a big glass.

"How long have you been living in the city?" He asked. Their hands were still intertwined.

"A couple of months. We're on break from my show—" she stopped. "We'll It's not my show, um, I'm just a side character."

"Delirium."

"Yeah, I assume your kids watch it?" Delirium was one of those shows that every teenager watched behind their parents backs. There were three sex scenes in the pilot episode itself.

"Well, they're not supposed to." He laughed. "I let them watch it when they're here. My daughter loves it."

Stella blushed. It was hard to believe a billionaire's kids watched her show.

"She really wants Yumi and Garrett to stay together." Wow, he really knew the show.

"We'll see." Stella laughed. The actress that played Yumi was one of her best friends. "I don't even have the script for season three yet."

"Is acting the main passion for you?"

"Honestly no. That's why I'm here." Stella was a bit shy to tell Kendall her life story, but the look on his face showed that he was interested. "I'm a writer, first."

His face lit up. "Will the network let you write on your show?"

She cringed. "No, uh, I asked and they said no—"

"Well they should."

Again, she blushed. "They're letting me do something of my own, actually."

"No way."

"That's why I'm in New York in the first place. I'm from here, sort of. West Chester."

"Ah, a West Chester girl." He smirked. Kendall probably assumed she was well-off, which wasn't really true.

"Yeah, I guess."  Stella took a sip of wine.  Kendall watched her carefully bring the glass to her lips.  She pretended to ignore him.

Another chef came over with plates of food.  Stella tried her best to smile, but food was always an issue for her.  Especially now that she was in Hollywood, her body image was at an all-time low.  For now, this was between her and her therapist, but it was tough.

"Thank you Antonio."  Kendall said.

The food looked amazing.  Thankfully it was rich people food, so there weren't big quantities.  A tiny spiral of spaghetti sat in a giant bowl.  She took a sigh of relief.

"This looks amazing."  She beamed at the chef.  For the third time that night, Stella wondered if she should tip the man.  Kendall was probably paying a fortune for the food, so she decided against it.  

"Antonio has been my chef for ten years now.  He's the best."

Stella nodded.  "That's crazy...a personal chef."

Kendall laughed.  "Yeah, well, my father wouldn't have it any other way."

"How is that, by the way?"

His smile faltered just a bit.  "It's been tough.  My father is, uh, a cruel man, but we're trying.  My siblings and I have never been closer, though."

"That's good."

"It's been a mess...shareholders and shit."

She didn't really know what Kendall even did for a living, but she nodded.

"You met Roman, right?"

The tragic interaction stung in Stella's mind.  "Uh, yeah."

"God, he's such a fucking...he's just impossible."

She laughed.

"And Shiv, God, she's married to this guy, Tom, and he's a real piece of shit."  He rambled on.  "Sorry, Stell, this is probably very boring."

She blushed at the nickname, but took a sip of her wine to try and distract him.  "It's not, really.  I like hearing about your life.  I feel like we live in totally different worlds, but here we are."

"Here we are indeed."  He said, raising his glass.  "Cheers."

They ate and talked for a while, sharing stories about their families and life and work.  

"Do you want to smoke?  I have a balcony."  Of course he did, it was the penthouse.

Stella nodded, getting up and taking his hand.  Kendall led her to the balcony, overlooking the entire city.  It was incredible.

"Oh my God, this is insane."  Stella walked to the ledge, looking over.  "Does this ever make you dizzy?"

"Nah, uh, I'm used to it now."

Of course he was.  "Makes sense."  She sauntered over to Kendall who was sitting at a table on the balcony.  He opened the blunt, taking out a fancy lighter.

"Come sit."  He said, motioning to the chair next to him.  "You can have the first puff."

"Why thank you."  She sat next to him, watching him turn the blunt around in his hands.

Here she was, smoking weed with a billionaire.  What was life?!

Kendall handed her the blunt, and she stuck it in her mouth.  He held out is lighter, just like the night before.  

Stella breathed in, letting the smoke burn her lungs.  The blunt was expensive, and it sure tasted like it.  "Wow."

She handed it to him.  He took a huge hit, breathing the smoke out into the air.  "Wow."

From behind them, a worker brought out more wine.  Stella thanked him.

"This shit is delicious."

"I know."  

Kendall handed her the blunt and she took it, breathing smoke into his face.  He laughed.  

"I never asked."  He said.  "How old are you?"

Stella choked on the smoke.  "Uh, how old are you?"  She knew the answer already.

He smirked.  "Forty one."

"Okay, well, I'm twenty six.  Almost twenty seven."

He nodded.  The age gap wasn't really something she cared about, but she was sure everyone else would.  Stella could already see the tabloids.  

They talked and smoked for a bit, Stella laughing at Kendall's interesting stories.

"Do you want to, uh, go inside?"  Kendall asked, motioning to the almost-gone blunt.  The wine, too, was long gone.

She thought for a second.  It had to be past ten and she had a meeting the next day.  "Okay."  She whispered.

When she stepped inside, the chefs were gone and the kitchen was spotless.  Kendall grasped her hand, pulling her into him.  He smelled so good.  Their eyes met and she blushed, looking down.

"Hey,"  He tilted her head up to meet his eyes.  "Don't be nervous."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay."  He wrapped his arms around her waist.  "Can I..."

She didn't answer.  Instead, she kissed him, lips softly pressing against his.  He returned the kiss hungrily.  Stella reached up to cup his face.  Damn, he was a good kisser.  

Kendall led her to his bedroom--a huge spacious room with bright white walls.  A giant window overlooking the city was across from the bed.  If she wasn't in such a compromising position, Stella would have loved to see the view.

"This okay?"  He broke the kiss.  Stella smiled and nodded.

"Everything's perfect."

"Good." He said, gently pushing her down on the bed.  "Because, uh, you're so fucking sexy."

Stella turned red, not meeting his gaze.  Kendall squeezed her hips, deepening the kiss.  He was now on top of her, grinding his pelvis against hers.  She felt like she was in heaven and they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet.  

Kendall reached up to her blouse, fiddling with the hem.  "Sorry, wait, ugh,"  Stella muttered, realizing the shirt was incredibly hard to take off.  "I would let you rip it off, but it's vintage."

He smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on his own shirt.  "I'll buy you a new one."

After a few awkward seconds of taking their clothes off, Stella laid naked underneath him.  She could feel his dick against her leg as he stood above her.  Kendall kissed her again, this time more passionate.  Stella couldn't help the moan that left her mouth as his hand snaked in between them.  His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive spot.  Returning the favor, she reached down to stroke his cock.  It was thick and long, of course.  

"Hold on."  He said, getting up and walking to his dresser.  Rummaging through, he revealed a condom and came back to her.  

"Smart."  She giggled.  

He rolled the condom on, stalking back to her on the bed.  The kisses became more rough, more needy, as Kendall rubbed his fingers through her folds.  

"Ahh, Ken...I need you."  She barely got the words out.

"Mm, what's that baby?"

Stella rolled her eyes.  "I need you, now."

Without a word, he slipped into her.  She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him.  They both moaned, bodies fitting together perfectly.  He thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around his torso.  A chorus of moans filled the room.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight."

Tears of literal joy stung at Stella's eyes.  He felt so good.  

"Ken..."  She stuttered, her nails making marks against his back.  There were stars in her vision as he pulled all the way out, shoving himself in again.  The sting was like nothing she had ever felt before--in a good way.

“Fuck...oh God.”  Her legs shook around him, walls pulsating so hard she felt like she was going to die and go to Heaven.  There was no way she was this close already.

He reached down, toying with her clit once again.  "Cum for me, baby."

Stella came with a silent scream, Kendall quickly following as she clenched against his cock.  He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to her.  

They were silent for a bit, catching their breath.

"You know I had sex with this actress once a couple of years ago,"  Kendall started, "And I was like this is the best sex of my fucking life."

She looked at him quizzically.  

"And then I had sex with this other actress, and now I think I have to fucking rethink that.”

She swatted his shoulder.  "Thanks, I guess."

[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 - The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 508 (Do Not Copy) - 01.30.2024

    During the evening, the entire team of rescuers led by Sirene stood by a space jet while they were behind the closed Jordan Airport. And another person stood before the right side of the large vehicle.

    The stern Sirene had asked "So yer lendin' us yer jet?"

    This person was revealed as the older student of the Midas Academy named Pacey Deacon. He had fair skin, short brown hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes. He wore a jet-black shirt with long sleeves, a fine collar, and a long black tie. He had on a pair of dark-gray dress-pants with a black belt that had a squared silver buckle. He also wore a buttoned dark-gray coat with the Deacon Publications crest placed on the left side of the collar. And he wore shiny black shoes with dark-blue socks.

    Pacey informed the witch in an Irish accent "You will have one of my personal jets at your disposal along with the pilot. This jet had a state-of-the-art food maker. Its computer will create whatever you like to eat on command. There is also a drink machine that has the same properties. And you all will have your own monitors in order to watch any show including the new channels."

    The humble Sidney gave a soft smile and implied "You truly have done wonders for your family's company ever since your father disappeared. But I am sure you have troubles like every other business."

    Pacey placed each of his hands inside the pocket of his pants as he responded "I have done what I could to terminate past goals set for my company. Now we at Deacon not only issue printings for sales, but we help with all sorts of communication around the planet. Many readers and our main board appear to be satisfied with our accomplishments so far."

    The grim Ethan commented "I never thought Deacon Publications would ever be used for the greater good. You really have turned this business around."

    Pacey faced the team and asked "Where would your first destination be?"

    Sirene answered "We're headin' to take Troi back to da prison planet."

    Troi informed Pacey "Sirene broke me out using a portal without the guards knowing about it. Hopefully, neither the guards and other inmates will know that I went out on my sentence."

    Then Granger told Troi "Don't worry about anything. I am certain Sirene knows a spell that will erase anyone's memories."

    The wicked Naigahata commented "Sirene is no novice when creating spells such as those. She will assist Troi with handling the mere jailers."

    And Sirene replied "After that, we're gonna head to Denmark. Sirbo's got a base down there. I'm gonna find da tomb of dat fool Scorpio, even if it kills my ass!"

    The sly Pacey shook his head and claimed "It seems you all have enough on your plate."

    Sirene added "But I'm gonna blow back here if da Raven's in trouble again."

    Pacey shook his head once again and said "I do hope it doesn't come to that whatever situation our city lands in."

    Granger told Pacey "I'll make sure to report everything we do to you."

    "That's not a bad idea," directed Pacey. "I will have the pilot give you one of my private numbers in order for you to keep me up to date."

    He added "I also would like to hear about the adventures your team will have. It will be fascinating to hear what you all accomplish as your own squad."

    And the sly Naigahata said "So do I."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 508:  Approaching the Holidays; The Troubled Gypsy Appears

    A few months later, the excited Duo had met with three of his friends at a table near the opening of the Midas Academy's cafeteria.

    Duo who sat at the right side of the table had worn a sleeveless black shirt that had the capital letter X printed in yellow on the center. He had on a pair of thin sand-colored band around his wrists with a sky-blue key printed on the top part of the left band. He also had tight light-gray jeans and a brown belt with a circular silver buckle. And he wore khaki shoes with maroon at the middle.

    Sitting by his right side was Dilan Carr who had on a black shirt with long white sleeves. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans with a silver rectangular buckle on the middle of his thick black belt. He also had his family crest printed on the left shoulder of his shirt. And he wore his shiny black boots over his gray socks.

    The older Cheetah sat across from Dilan. He wore a green undershirt with a pair of burnt-orange jeans with holes on various spots. He also wore a small black gauntlet around each wrist and his black shoes with red on the center. And he wore his black makeup along with black lipstick.

    The tall boy called Lenz had on a white shirt with short black sleeves and a fine black collar. He wore a pair of long blue jeans with a thin brown belt. He also had on a pair of white socks with black shoes that had white covering the center. And a pair of small silver circles were printed on the right sleeve of his shirt.

    Cheetah informed the boys "I'm havin' a little brunch at home for Turkey Day if anyone wants to come. Anton's leavin' for some kinda conference till dat weekend."

    "I am so there!" Duo told him. "My 'rents are goin' to a special dinner that their boss is having at Deacon. They asked me to go with. But I can find a way out of it."

    "I'll be there too," answered Lenz. "We gotta stick together this year."

    The smiling Dilan shook his head and responded "My dad will be on his regular duty throughout the week of Thanksgiving. I guess I will come to your party as well."

    Cheetah gave out a great smile and responded "Cool! It's gonna be an awesome party Mates! I'm gonna ask Ayr, Seth, and Silver too. I wanna go all out."

    Lenz faced Duo and cried "You need to be at this party more than anybody! You've been through a lot this part three months!"

    Duo shook his head and commented "You gotta be the most worried person ever!"

    "Don't play like dat Mate!" Cheetah told Duo. "Jinx told me about what's been goin' on with ya lately. Dat bloke Mephistopheles's got some kind of hold over you."

    "It's okay now," replied Duo. "Doc Tuscon handled everythin'. He used some mojo to keep da bastard away from me. I'm not gonna let dat creep get to me like he did Cutter."

    Dilan shook his head and responded "I did hear about your ordeal as well. This must be terrible for you to handle on your own."

    Duo gave a relieved smile and answered "Well, I guess I'm not gonna handle dis shit alone. You guys are gonna be there wit' me."

    "Hell yeah!" Cheetah told him. "Yer not alone! I'm wit' ya till da end."

    Then a male voice called out "Storms!"

    Duo quickly turned around and found their principal standing behind the group.

    Beau Ravenstone wore a collared white shirt with a long green tie and a brown vest. He had on a pair of pinstriped gray pants and a leathered black belt with a squared silver buckle. He also had on a pair of short black boots. An opened black dress-coat was worn over his shirt with his golden MAF badge placed on its front left side.

    Duo lowered his head and whispered "What the hell?"

    So, Duo began walking to the commander.

    Lenz asked "What is this about?"

    Cheetah lowered his head as he said "No idea. I got nothin'."

    The pair faced faced each other and Duo asked "What is it, Commander?"

    Beau gave a soft smile and commented "Even after everything you have gone through since the summer, you still have kept yourself together. You seem to be much stronger than I would have ever been."

    Duo folded his arms in front of him as the commander implied "You and I never once had a chance to talk since... You know. Ever since we discovered that you were my biological son."

    Then Duo shook his head as he felt no emotion.

    "You are a strong young man Duo," described Beau. "Finding out something like this would have broken any other individual. But you... You have the heart, the mind, and the fire of those from my family. Your will counters all forms of evil."

    "What do you want?" asked Duo. "Did you come here to spill yer crap or somethin'?"

    The calm Beau shook his head and replied "I may deserve all that you say. You have the right to express your opinion. To tell you the truth, I am still shocked about our outcome."

    A stern Duo lowered his arms and Beau told him "I am having a great dinner at my home on Thanksgiving Day."

    "A dinner huh?" repeated Duo.

    The kind Beau shook his head and said "I would like to invite you over. I would truly like to get to learn about you. I am certain you have questions that I may be able to answer."

    Duo told him "Look! You and I got the same blood. But that's all there is. I'm good. I already got a dad. And I'd never trade him for anythin'. My mom too."

    And Beau replied "I have no intention of taking you away from your loved ones. I only wish to get to know you individually."

    "Like I said," answered Duo. "I'm good where I'm at."

    Finally, Duo walked off as Beau watched with a soft smile on his face.

    After that, the commander walked toward the door of his office which was nearby. Beau opened the door and spotted two people standing inside.

    A stricken Beau whispered "By the gods!"

    The individual standing at the right side was the older student named Jon Griffin. He wore a white shirt that had long sleeves and a fine collar along with a long black tie. He had on a pair of dress-pants with a thick black belt that had a silver buckle. He also wore a pair of thin black socks and shiny black boots. And he wore a buttoned black dress-coat with long sleeves.

    Beside his left side stood Morgan Taylor. She had a red-sleeved shirt with short puffy sleeves and black covering the bottom part. She wore a long purple dress with blue covering the bottom. She had a long black cloth with silver and gold dots tied at the top of her dress. She also had a thin golden bracelet coming down from her left wrist along with a golden pendant around her neck. Golden rings were worn around three fingers from her right hand. Red polish had covered her fingernails. And she wore a pair of short black boots. She still had her wavy dark-brown hair which lowered from her shoulders. She also had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. And a long mahogany bandana was wrapped around the top of her head.

    "Commander Ravenstone," greeted Morgan.

    Beau implied "You are Morgan Taylor."

    And he asked Jon "How did she pass our security?"

    "It's okay Sir," Jon informed his principal. "Morgan's not the enemy. But she has a lot to tell you and the staff."

    The calm Morgan walked a few steps toward Beau and responded "I need an audience with you. What I discuss may help against the Agents of Light."

    "You have information on those people?" questioned Beau. "Your associates?"

    Morgan shook her head and informed the commander "I have much information that may please you regarding the missing people. The ones that were taken by the Bringer's deadly soldiers. I also have what you need on my former leader."

    "Do you mean Leo?" asked Beau.

    Then Morgan answered "I also come here to speak of the organization that you may have heard of -- New Beginnings."

    Beau shook his head and implied "The organization that is a stage for the Bringer and his minions?"

    And Morgan told the commander "As long as I still breath, his agents will search the entire planet for me. So I ask you for sanctuary within your city. I wish to help the nations anyway I can against the Agents of Light. And the Bringer of Death himself -- Mephistopheles."

[wasted-my-time]

The Ballad of Janie and Billy

Part 3:

You can't choose your family

Warnings: Mention of child molestation, murder, drinking, smoking, swearing, and a shitload of angst.

Sorry about so much dark stuff, but I'm writing a story inspired by a) a song about a girl killing her father in response of abuse and b) another song about a boy getting in trouble with New York gangsters, so it can't be very shiny.

Bernard Gray, private detective, read the sign over the front door in which they walked. Inside, on greyish beige walls were two doors, one on their left, with an opaque glass window with office written in golden letters. The other one was right in front of them, but was made of plain wood and led to Bernie's apartment.

-Get in, I'm here. Called a raspy voice with a British accent from the office.

-Your family is from England? Janie asked him in a whisper.

-Kind of...

They got into a rectangular waiting room with a few wooden chairs and (then again) two similar doors, one on their right, the opening to a bathroom for the customers' benefits. The other one, across the room, also to their benefits, was the entrance to what was (in their minds, at least) a place where they could let go of their torments and where a skilled man would begin the investigation to solve their problems. In the facts, it was nothing more than a desk buried with various sheets of paper, only leaving place for an ashtray and a notebook. Behind it, was an armchair (with the expected saviour sitting in it) and a mini-bar, in front were two chairs with padded seats and armrests.

-Din't know I was going to have a visitor, I should have done some cleaning! Bernard joked.

-It's alright Mr. Gray. Janie reassured him with a shy smile as they both took place in the chairs.

-So, the two of you got in trouble apparently? He asked Billy.

-Yes, a lot. We need your advice and maybe a place to sleep tonight.

-Good, minus the fees, I will proceed like I do with any customer: Tell me the story from the very beginning.

Knowing that Janie would probably not want to tell the story herself, Billy took the lead:

-When she was el...

-No, if it happened to her, I want her to tell me.

Janie felt her heart stop for a split second as she made a terrified eye contact with Billy, waiting for some kind of an approval, which came with a small nod.

-... Well, it all began when...

-Sorry love, I gotta go, I'll be right back, okay. Her boyfriend interrupted her before leaving the room.

His guts were twisted with guilt, from leaving her alone at that very moment, but also from his inaction when she told him about it. As he locked the bathroom's door and leaned himself on the sink, he didn't dare to look up at the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, he thought about the story she was telling his uncle and the very moment he learned about it: The cold blue skies of January, just like her eyes, an horrible tale on a beautiful day...

-Why are you hiding your wrists? He asked her as they drived across the city in one of her father's car.

-... How did you guess it? She asked with resignation.

-It's my job to know what people don't want me to know.

-Alright, I'll explain, but park the car first.

He did as he was told and they ended up in some shop's parking lot.

Slowly, way too slowly, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing bruises going around her wrists like two greenish blue snakes.

-What happened?! Who did this to you?!

She held his gaze for a few seconds before her eyes started to fill with tears.

-...My father.

He reached across the car to hold her into tight a hug, unable to say anything, killed by the shame of not having noticed anything even if they have been dating for a year.

-He, he beats you? Billy asked in her ear.

-No, this time is an exception, usually, it is more about, well... You... You know.

Tell me now it's untrue, what did her daddy do?¹ He jacked a little bitty baby, The man has got to be insane They say the spell that he was under The lightning and the thunder Knew that someone had to stop the rain.

She didn't want to say the word, but he guessed it the very second she mentioned it was because of her father.

He pulled away from her to be able to look at her in the eyes.

-Usually? You mean he does it regularly?! He exclaimed before suddenly calming down. If you don't want to answer or talk about it, it's alright.

-No, I think it's time someone actually listens to me: It all started when my mother died, when I was eleven years old. At the beginning, it was more about... He was, he was touching me, but when I turned thirteen, it got... Worse.

-Have you told anybody else about it?

-Yes, my aunt, his sister. All she said was that I was exaggerating and that I shouldn't go to the police because my father is protecting us from being in need of anything and that it would be bad for the business...

Money².

-What a fucking bitch! Billy screamed, flabbergasted by what he heard.

-You couldn't be more right. But I didn't listen to her, and last week, I went to the cops. It didn't take fifteen minutes after I said my father's name for him to be there to pick me up. When we got home, he yelled at me for half an hour, I swear I never saw him that angry. The whole time he was holding me by the wrists so hard I thought he was going to break them.

Fear².

By that point they were both laying back in their seats, holding hands and not daring to look at each other, her sobs punctuating the heavy silence.

-Do you want me to... Take care of him.

-Like killing him? No, he would deserve it, but you would probably end up thrown from some skyscraper in retribution.

-Worth it!

-No, not worth it! It is not how problems are solved!

-Maybe not for you, but The Old Man wouldn't hesitate for a second before getting rid of someone.

-Precisely! I am not like him and don't want to be! Besides, it is MY problem and I don't want YOU to die because of it. She cried. So don't do anything stupid.

-Don't worry my Angel. He whispered and kissed her forehead.

When his mind got back to the blue-ish green bathroom, he finally looked up, almost surprised to see his reflection in the mirror.

-Come on, put yourself together. How do you think she feels right now? He ordered himself.

He walked back into the office to discover his girlfriend and his uncle each with a glass of alcohol, Janie holding her empty one with shaky hands and Bernie having almost finished his. It was one of his bad habit to make the clients drink when they didn't speak enough, it was also the perfect opportunity for him to have a sip.

-You didn't give her your damned Canadian moonshine, at least? He criticized before lighting a cigarette with the zippo laying by the ashtray.

-Of course I did, it's the best liquid courage I have. So where were we, Miss Spencer?

-As I said, I went to the police about four months ago, and somehow nothing... Nothing bad happened during that time so I started to feel a little bit more comfortable, but when I came home after school today...

The second she entered the house she knew something was odd: Nobody was around. Usually the cleaning lady came around on Friday afternoons and at that time of the day Mary should have been in the kitchen preparing the diner, but both were nowhere to be seen.

-Janie, is it you? Come up here darling! She heard her father's voice call from upstairs.

She froze in place as she understood what was going on, again.

-No, no, no, no. She whispered to herself, on the verge of panic.

Slowly, she climbed up the wooden stairs, looking for a way to gain time. As she entered his room she hid her hands behind her back not to show him how awfully they were shaking.

As expected, he was wearing his white silk bathrobe, and probably nothing else, the only sight of him in that attire disgusted her.

Bathrobe, bathroom, she thought as her eyes moved to the door leading to the adjacent bathroom.

-I have to use the toilet first, please. She asked, doing her best for her voice not to break mid-sentence.

-Make it fast, he answered coldly.

Almost running to the other room, she locked the door behind her and slowly let her back slide against the door until she reached the cold tiles of the floor, then pulled herself to sit on the closed toilet lid a few feet away.

Her elbows rested on her knees as she took her head in her head and ran her fingers in her hair, as to pull the solution out of her scalp.

That's when her father's holster caught her eye full of tears.

It was laying on top of his clothes, which he left on the vanity after putting on his bathrobe. She got up and walked to it, as if it attracted her.

An innocent invitation to murder, or worse.

-Me, or him? She whispered to herself, as if her reflection in the mirror would decide her faith.

Taking the gun out of its leather shell and taking out the safety, she knew she had to do it, that it was the only way to make it stop.

She also knew she was going to outlive her persecutor.

She put the gun back by the sink and started undoing her blouse's buttons, then tucked the weapon in her left armpit and squeezed it in place so that it wouldn't move from there. She then closed her shirt and pulled the fabric in all possible direction in order to hide the revolver as well as she could.

A racing heart, weak legs, hands even shakier than before, her fakest smile, and a stiff left arm was all she had when she stepped out of the bathroom.

She could feel his eyes staring at her as she walked to the side of the bed, where one should have found pride and paternal love, lust was the only thing she found for the last six years.

With her back to him, she opened her blouse just enough so that she could reach for the handle, then turned around, and then...

What did her daddy do?¹ It's Janie's last I.O.U. She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain She said, "'Cause nobody believes me, the man was such a sleaze" He ain't never gonna be the same

And then the last six years were over.

-After, that, what did you do? The detective asked

-There was so much blood, I mean, everywhere! So I, I got towels from the bathroom and put them under his head, so the mattress wouldn't be full of it.

-It was the first time you used a revolver?

She nodded stiffly.

-Can I ask what kind of a gun it was?

-Smith and Wesson, I think it was a 44. Magnum. She answered, then held out aforementioned gun for confirmation.

-Good Lord, there was probably not much left of him! Bernie chuckled, causing Billy to sigh in embarrassment.

But what he couldn't know was that his uncle was proud of her, given the size and kickback of the revolver, it was a miracle she could have hit her target in only one shot.

Without bothering about the discutable hint humor, she added the last details to her story.

-After that I called Billy, 'cause I he already knew the story and would know what to do and believed me and... And... Forget it. Her voice broke into a weeping sigh.

And because I love him and he loves me and I knew he would help me and he deserved to know the truth, not some lie my family would have told to everyone. She thought as he gently squeezed her hand and stroke it with his thumb.

-So how did you get rid of him?

Billy explained the way they disposed of the corpse and sheets.

-Although it was probably not in his funeral arrangements, you did a good job. His uncle nodded with irony.

-Did you park the car at the back of the building? He added a last question.

-Of course.

-Well, there is not much else you can do for tonight, let's go upstairs an' have dinner, you can sleep here tonight if you want to.

-A thousand thanks, Mister Gray. Janie said.

-You can call me Bernie. He smiled to her.

-------------------------------------------------------Janie expected to find a place screaming "OLD BACHELOR" when she thought about Bernard's appartment, and it was only half false. The small dining table indicated that he lived alone, the walls were of that same monotone color as downstairs and if you knew the inhabitant, you would notice that every single object sat in place exactly as he liked, never to be disturbed.

On the other hand, it was enlightened by paintings, all sceneries, it was almost like the apartment had windows both on the city's streets and on rural landscapes.

Billy's uncle was also not half bad of a cook: His beef bourguignon was probably the best she ever tasted.

-So, what's your plan, for tomorrow, for... The future? Said cordon bleu asked them.

-....We don't really know, I guess we will hide in town as long as we can, or something like that. Janie answered with hesitation.

-Yeah, someone probably found the corpse. So we won't stay here more than one night, that's for sure. Maybe we'll squat some abandoned place down south.

She noticed Bernard flinched a bit at the mention of their housing perspectives.

-You're right, you have to keep moving... But watch out, there are all kinds of people in those buildings. He commented with a tone which seemed to imply a lot more to him and his nephew.

Billy's only answer was a small nod and a sad face. Willing to redirect the conversation, Janie said the first thing that came to her mind:

-So you are the brother of Billy's mom, right?

-In fact, he's not my uncle by any means, it's just simpler to tell people...

-I think I'm gonna let you tell that story by yourself, kid. The supposed uncle escaped the table and gathered the now empty plates to take them to the adjacent kitchen.

And it is one long story, so it will be for the next chapter...

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Lyrics from Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith.

See previous chapter.

Coming up next; The Ballad of Janie and Billy Part Four: Genesis.

[velvetstreets]

Smut concept where jack is on the road watching his private videos of him and the reader since he says he just uses his hand to “bust” because he dosent fuck Radom girls in every city

A/N: hi anon! I sorta coupled this with another request I wrote about Jack x Reader x Urban in which Urban films Jack x Reader and later gets involved as well. I thought the ‘footage’ could be used in this request as well, hope that’s okay! 🤍

Link to Jack x Reader x Urban

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, filmed sex, oral sex (m!receiving), penetrative sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), swearing

(Everything in italics is commentary from the videos Jack watches)

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It had been a month since your extravagant night with Jack and Urban, and about a week and a half since Jack went on tour; and needless to say - Jack was horny. He was never ready to leave you to go tour, which led to his sex drive increasing, as well as his neediness for you as the days counted down. He had fucked and made love to you in so many kinds of ways - he claimed he needed to soak up as much of you as he could before he left. Missionary, from the back, intimately on your sides, eating you out, reverse cowgirl, any and everything Jack thought of. His favorite was to cockwarm you while the two of you slept. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, so almost every night after sex, Jack would help balance you as you sat down on his dick again, the two of you each letting out a groan at the sensitivity. Together, you’d sleep like that through most of the night, if not all.

But now you were at home and Jack was on his tour bus, horny, frustrated, and missing you heavily. It was late and he had already had his nightly FaceTime with you, and refused to wake you up. Laying in his bed in the back room of the bus, Jack sat scrolling through his camera roll. He stopped when he saw a shiny flash, clicking on a video of you in a black two set with his KY chain on.

Your giggle blared through the speakers of the phone as you squeezed at your tits, sliding your hands all over your body as the camera moved around you. “Mmm, Jaaack..” you whined out. “I’m so wet… want you, baby.”

Jack squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, groaning at the sight of you. You pulled your bra down, just enough for your tits to spill out, Jack’s hand coming into view and groping at your breast. He circled his thumb over your nipple, tugging at it slightly, earning a whimper from you. His hand slid up your neck, caressing your cheek before he slipped his thumb into your mouth, which you accepted happily. He pressed his thumb onto your tongue while your lips enveloped the rest of his digit, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. You hummed happily before releasing his thumb with a pop, and he smeared your saliva against your lips and face. You smiled at him, before unclasping your bra and sliding your panties off, laying back on the bed. You spread your legs and started to rub your clit as you played with one of your nipples.

“Fuuuck-“ Jack groaned at the sight of you. He palmed himself through his shorts as the video continued to play.

Jack moved the camera closer to your glistening pussy. It picked up on the gushing wet sound as you dipped your fingers in your folds and then back up to rub your clit.

“Jaaaack.” You moaned his name.

“I got you baby…my pretty girl, all spread out for me.” His thick Kentucky accent spilling out. Jack took your fingers in his mouth, licking the remnants of your sex off as he hummed in content. “Y’always taste so good.” He smiled up at you, the camera catching you grinning back at him, your dimples peeking out.

Jack kissed your hand before placing it higher up on your tummy. He then started to circle you clit with his free thumb, causing you to lift your hips a little in reaction, your neediness on full display. Jack chuckled in response, and continued to slowly antagonize your clit. Soon enough he started to tease your slit, only sliding in the pads of two fingers in, driving you crazy.

“Jack please, do something, anything-“

“Such a needy baby… but of course, anything for you sweetheart.” He chuckled, his low dark tone contradicting his sickeningly sweet words. Jack slipped his fingers in you, slightly curling them to hit that spot in you. He slowly started to thrust them in and out, the slickness of your sex coating his fingers, and echoing a sloppy wet noise as Jack’s tempo sped up.

The sound of your pussy had Jack groaning as he pulled his dick out from his shorts, hissing lightly as the cool air hit his tip. His right palm started to stroke his cock as a few drops of precum started to soil his hand.

“Oh fuck, Jack-“ you moaned out. Jack sat up straight on his knees, angling the camera to get a close up of your sopping wet pussy, your juices gleaming against the small flash of the light from the camera. He soon panned the lens up so he could get a full view of you. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow, your face beautifully scrunched up in pleasure, your soft skin yearning to be admired by the camera, and both your hands fisting the sheets in attempt to ground yourself. You let out a few soft moans of his name and tugged at your nipples before the video abruptly cut off.

“Shit.” Jack groaned in annoyance. He had forgotten that some videos were ended quickly as he had gotten eager to fuck you and left the project of filming behind. Jack slowly teased his head while trying to find more footage of you.

He found a few photos of you; some with his cum splattered against your chest and the KY chain you wore, some with his dick in your mouth, others with you arched for him in front of the mirror so he could see himself blowing your back out. They all helped Jack grow closer to his orgasm, but it wasn’t enough, he had run through all the same content hundreds of times before. That was until he fell upon thee video.

His eyes widened as he saw the footage Urban had recorded, the quality and content fascinating Jack. You wore his favorite lilac set, the color contrasting your skin perfectly. The video continued to play, and Jack started to stroke himself again quickly as he saw himself finally thrusting into you. Urban had caught the perfect angles, to which Jack would have to thank him for his work later.

Jack’s cock thrusted into you ruthlessly; you were so wet with arousal that a ring of your juices had gathered and coated at the base of Jack’s dick, the hot wet sounds making you a moaning mess.

“Oh god Jack, yes-“ you cried out as Jack fucked you. Urban kept the camera on Jack and you before he panned up your body, and you moaned out for him.

“Urbannnn-“ you whined as you pressed his hand against your breast. You smiled up at the camera before tugging his shorts down, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen. You started to suck him off, coating his dick with saliva before starting to deepthroat.

Jack was close as he jerked himself off, the sounds of your soft angelic moans and whines, contrasted with how nasty you were with them made him feral.

“Yeah baby that’s it, takin’ us so well huh? So desperate for dick, you wanna be filled all the time-“ Jack muttered out as if you would reply to him.

After a minute of deepthroating, Urban came in your mouth and on your chest, which you loved - throwing a smile to the camera again. It turned you on so much that when Jack shifted to a deeper position, you came with a loud moan of Jack’s name - clawing at his back. Jack pulled out and came on your pussy and lower stomach. Urban panned the camera from your legs, up your cum covered pussy, tummy, chest and mouth, as Jack smeared his cum over your skin with his fingers. The film finally showed your face, eyes hooded in exhaustion and a drunk smile on your face as your chest was heaving from your orgasm. You smiled as you dipped one finger in Jack’s cum, bringing it to your lips to taste and mix with Urban’s cum and you hummed in satisfaction.

That’s when Jack couldn’t take it anymore; the sight of your naked cum covered body, the moans and whines he adored, the way you relished in the attention for him and his best friend - for their eyes only, was enough to make him cum - hard.

“Shitshitshit, fuck y/n-“ Jack moaned out as he came, soiling his hand with his arousal. He took a moment to comedown from his high, letting his face relax and letting go of his dick as it became soft again. He finally opened his eyes, still breathing heavy as he reached for a tissue and cleaned himself off. He felt the tiredness setting in as his eyes felt heavier, and went to the texts he shared with you. He stared at your contact picture for a moment; it was a close up of you smiling, your dimples peeking out as Jack’s hand squeezed both your cheeks from under you. He grinned at it before typing out a message.

Jack: I miss you baaaad mamas.

Wanna see you.

Need to see you.

Can I fly you out next weekend? Lmk what work says. I love you smush 🥺❤️

He knew you were sleeping and wasn’t gonna respond to him immediately, which didn’t bother him - he loved waking up to texts from you, they made his mornings which tended to carry over his good mood for the entire day. He stared at the photo of you again for a few seconds before locking his phone and slowly drifting off to sleep with a small smile on his face.

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[legendofzoodles]

LU Character Design Analysis 4

In case you haven’t seen the previous three posts yet, I’m doing this thing where I’m analysing and subsequently ranking all the designs of the chain in LU. I was going to do it 2 at a time, but I’ve got so much to say that I’m doing it one a time.

All the designs are really good, it was hard to come up with a decent ranking system that I was happy with and even harder to apply it. The numbers I scored them are subjective and any one of them can be debated.

And now for...

6th place: Time

Time is a hard character to design if you’re going to age him up and there are lots of ways to go about it, based on the life he’s led so far. That being said, I feel really bad about this placement because I like him, but let me try to explain my decision.

Pros: I love the concept of him being very different to how he was when he was younger. A lot of time has passed for him and a lot of things have happened to him. He isn’t the same person he was when he was a child.

His armour looks quite pretty. The colour placement is on point, with impressive looking golds on his shoulders, chest and lower waist, red accents throughout and the shiny silver taking centre stage. There’s even a bit of blue just below his collar bone to tie into his forehead marking, and I love the triforce and moon symbols on either side of that section. It’s a nice nod to the events of OoT and MM. The moon symbol is the one closer to his heart, meaning that he maybe reflects on that adventure more fondly and holds the good he did for Termina close to his heart.

His sword is held by a red ribbon connected to those two symbols. Which looks really nice and is something I haven’t seen before in other medieval style fantasy designs. I’m going to assume that tying it up was the best way Time could secure it to his back. It’s nice that even after going back in time, Time went out of his way to get that sword again. I like to think that this was just a benefit of him reconnecting with the Gorons like he did in OoT.

I love that his undershirt is a black almost skin tight semi turtleneck. It vastly contrasts his look in OoT, where the undershirt was white with a large collar. It reflects that he’s now a jaded experienced traveller who’s been through hell and despite willingly throwing himself into it over and over again because it’s the right thing to do, it’s wearing him down. He’s tired and deserves to rest but his heroic spirit (the will and power to act) won’t let him walk away from his duty. The fact that he doesn’t wear a flared collar now, but did when he was younger shows that he had an out, he could have stopped whenever he wanted, but chose to keep travelling. Now years later he’s in too deep and can’t quit.

He’s trapped.

I love the face markings and (possibly) missing eye, they allude to previous adventures we’ll never be clued into but can guess the outcome of. It gives Time an air of mystery to him, the feeling that there’s much more to him than what’s on the surface. Countless stories he could share but chooses to keep hidden from all but his wife.  

I’m glad that his Ocarina of Time isn’t strapped onto his waist by a thin piece of string. It’s too important and frankly too powerful to be treated like any old trinket and exposed in such a manner. It would be like Twilight having the horse calling charm Ilia gave him just casually hanging off his belt waiting to be damaged.

I also like that after all these years he kept the power gloves, likely going out of his way to find them after being sent back in time as they’re so useful, because they look great with the armour.

Quick confession: I’m an idiot. When I wrote the draft I thought the design was adapted almost exclusively from the Hero’s shade, which didn’t make sense to me because Time wasn’t even greying meaning that he was at most in his mid 30s and he hadn’t even had children yet and hadden developed the hidden skills and TL;DR I thought it was too early to start referencing Shade in his design. But references to Shade are only in the the fact that Time’s wearing a whole suit of armour, and the cloth hanging from his belt and face situation.

The major reference in Time’s design is actually the Fierce Deity. Which in hindsight should have been obvious from the face tattoos...uh...yeah.

It’s a sort of sun version of the moon inspired Fierce Deity suit- and I can’t believe I didn’t notice that before! His undertunic is a warm tan version of the Fierce Deity’s cool grey one, and the style of Time’s armour is virtually the same as the Fierce Deity’s, but with gold accents. Even the fact that Time has seemingly abandoned his fighting style of a single handed sword and shield to focus on a large two handed sword, may be because of an incident in his past. Perhaps Time’s still partly/unconsciously possessed by the Fierce Deity or somehow under its influence and now using a two-handed weapon feels more natural for him.

I might be the only one, but the fact that Time doesn’t use a sword and shield is a strange detail. If what I suggested is the reason why Time wields the Biggoron sword as his main weapon, then that’s some masterful use of subtext on Jojo’s part. But since it’s not come up, for now that’s just my little headcanon.

There are some key differences, like the triangle and moon symbols are moved and the blue beaded necklace becomes part of the armour in Time’s design. But anyway that’s what’s going on here, moving on.

Cons: I know I’m harping on almost every member of the chain who doesn’t wear armour saying that they should, and I just complimented the visuals of Time’s. But to be honest, this is too much for me. And this section is just me complaining about the functionality of it.

Don’t get me wrong, it makes sense to wear armour. Time like the others is a traveller who actively looks for trouble and danger, thus he needs to have some level of protection in the event that he gets ambushed by a pack of monsters. This is also a fantasy setting, so I can easily suspend my disbelief and pretend that running around for hours in chainmail and a few sparse armour pieces is a sensible and necessary thing to do.

But...a full set of bulky fancy looking armour just ain’t it chief. He’s already got a long sturdy chainmail tunic, but he’s also got on a heavy looking piece of armour that’s relatively fitted and goes from his collar bone to his lower waist. Why is he doing that to himself? Who cares if it’s magic when it looks this uncomfortable and restricting.

He’s not a soldier, and given all that he’s been through he’d arguably avoid being employed by the army, so why is he wearing more armour than Warriors? I like the idea of him picking up ancient and powerful pieces of armour from his numerous adventures, but please this is too much.

The colour placement is really good like I said, but it looks too decorative to be viable for combat- or even to be taken seriously. His armour comes with pecs that are outlined it gold, which is a little funny to me. The layered pieces on his midsection are probably there to help with mobility, but they look more cyberpunk than traditional and remember this is on top of chainmail, so I don’t think that’s going to be very effective for mobility.

Instead of the chestplate (if I can call it that) being rounded and smooth like TP darknut armour so that sword swings will bounce off it and disperse the force, it has all these crevices and parts that jut out. Meaning a well placed blow (like just above the gold waist thing) may not cut through the armour, but the impact over such a small area will hurt like hell. Also there’s no armour or chainmail on his upper arms and collar bone, and along with the black skin tight shirt makes those areas look horribly exposed.

The metal pieces on what I hope is a securely fastened belt (although it looks like it’s going to fall from the weight of those metal pieces) are fine enough. They are shaped in a way that will deflect sword strikes, protecting the major arteries in his thighs and other places. That codpiece is awkwardly placed under the torso armour, meaning there’s either a weird large gap there or it is shaped to fit the v shape. Forgive me please but I can’t accept any of this as serious travelling gear. It looks even more ceremonial and less spontaneous battle appropriate than Sky’s flimsy tunic and mondo white cape.

It’s a good thing Epona is too old to ride, because if Time tried to wearing all that he’d surely crush her.

And anyway, I’d argue that he’s not old enough to be able to get away with wearing a full set of armour. I can’t excuse this saying that he’s an old powerhouse and that can walk vast distances in all that armour because he’s done it a million times before, because it’s not like he’s 50.

Also, Time’s red ribbon is pretty and really unique, but it’s really impractical. The material has no padding and secures the weapon in a way that would mean all the weight is on his poor shoulders. I get why the ribbon is there, it would be a shame to put a brown belt across his torso and hide the details in the armour. But since he doesn’t have that belt like the other’s do he needs his weapon to be attached to his waist, that way the weight is distributed to other parts of the body so that the pressure isn’t only on the shoulders.

Wishlist: I wish the armour less extravagant, or at least if it looked more worn and made to look tampered with, like Time had adjusted it to make it more suitable for travel and his style of combat.

On one hand I like that he’s not wearing any green, as that’s the colour that symbolises the hero and he’s all but abandoned that title to reject being a pawn of destiny. But on the other hand he wouldn’t know that as to him the colour green would remind him of his childhood in Korkiri forest, a place near and dear to his heart. But on the other other hand, he would surely grow out of that longing eventually and try to move on from his childhood hangups.

But on the other other other hand I think that would happen maybe half a decade or so further into his life, like early to mid 40s. He’d start to rely more on armour as he ages, when his stamina and agility start to decline, to make up for his lack of mobility. And then stop wearing a tunic.

I’m sorry but I don’t have anything much to add here, which is awful seeing how much I’ve complained, but other than smoothing it out and breaking it up into more conventional chunks I really can’t see any other way to improve it. Putting him in armor was a good visual choice; I like the longer chainmail because it helps Time look older and more mature than the others, and I like the beige tunic because it still has flared sleeves like his old green one. Plus the outfit as a whole looks impressive and thus helps to visually show his authority over the others.

It’s not a bad design. Far from it, I think it’s great, I just also personally think it looks a little funny and impractical and it’s a little too early in Time’s life to start breaking out the armour and turning him into a stationary heavy highting type of fighter. Not when he has yet to develop the fast moving high skilled hidden skills...in fact he should be in the middle of creating them now. Right?

Also...didn’t know where else to put this but I’m just gonna say that I miss his ponytail. I wish he kept it, or better, if it was in a longish braid.

Score:

Aesthetic and visual score (/10): 7 Character representation score (/5): 4 Practicality score (/5): 3 Total (/20): 14

This one was so hard to place. I had a war with myself about how to judge his character design. Because on one hand it’s chock-full of symbolism and visual mysteries, but on the other hand I don’t like it nearly as much as the others higher on the list.

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Thanks for reading! What modifications would you make to their designs? And do you agree with me or not? I’d love to know :)

Masterlist

9th place in the character design ranking

8th place

7th place

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3rd place

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

[yourtamaki]

the devil lives in his smile

atsumu x f!reader word count: 3k warnings please read: toxic fuckboy atsumu, manipulation, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, dry humping, face fucking, pussyjob, no prep, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, one pussy slap

nsfw minors dni

fuckboys come in a variety of shapes and sizes and personalities

and atsumu was one of the subtlest fuckboys around

he worked hard to give off an air of dumb jock charm so no one would sense his true nature until it was too late

and now he had set his sights on you

atsumu had first seen you early in the semester in one of his afternoon classes and from then on it became the only course he regularly attended

it had been easy sliding into your good graces, you were so kind offering him your notes at the flash of a smile

he’d come in late with a cheesy grin and mcdonald’s breakfast, crashing into the seat you had started saving for him and would offer you some food

it was a routine that had you perking up whenever he walked through the door, just like he wanted

so when atsumu invited you to a party that night, you were all too eager to accept

“can’t fucking believe how easy you were.” even with atsumu hunched over you and growling right into your ear, you could barely hear him over the cacophony of the frat party in full swing. or maybe it was just hard to focus when he was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, your mind couldn’t even string together a thought.

when you had arrived at the address your friend had texted you, a ball of dread had sunken to the pit of your stomach. a few friends. really just a get together before midterms. that’s how atsumu had described the gathering. he had failed to mention it was being held at the most notorious frat house on campus. the one with a bowl of condoms at the front door, drunk people strewn against the lawn and blasting music so loud you could feel it like a phantom heartbeat.

you should’ve left. should’ve turned on your heels and walked back home but the memory of atsumu’s bright smile when you had told him you’d go had you steeling your nerves and walking into the house.

he had found you right away and you weren’t sure whether it was because he was looking for you or because you looked so out of place among the crowd. he handed you a drink and you were so used to accepting things from atsumu you didn’t hesitate to take a sip. it was strong. much stronger then you were used to and the blonde chuckled when you gagged at the aftertaste.

his mouth was moving but the music was even louder now that you were in the belly of the beast and you gestured to him that you couldn’t understand. he nodded, grabbed your hand and led you upstairs, ducking under the tape guarding them off. you didn’t expect the rush of warmth to your face at the feel of his large hand in yours. if atsumu noticed your nervousness, he didn’t comment on it.

“are we allowed to be in here?” you asked as he guided you into an empty bedroom, closing the door behind you. a part of you wished the room had a lock in case some partygoers tried to crash in. another part of you was glad for the potential easy exit though you weren’t sure why you’d need it.

“i’ve got friends that live here.” he said, crossing the room to plop down on the bed, stretching out like he owned the place. “they won’t mind.”

reassured, you made your way over to him, leaving a sizeable gap between you as you sat on the end of the bed.

he cocked an eyebrow at you. “what are you doing all the way over there?”

atsumu was always in your space in class, scooting in close to look at your notes, leaning over to take sips from the coffee he bought you. it was different now. there was no barrier of the desks separating you. there was nothing but empty air between you and for the first time since you met him, you were uneasy in atsumu’s presence.

you felt stupid for even feeling this way. this was atsumu, your friend. the person who covered for you when the professor called you out and you weren’t paying attention. the person who hung out with you when all your other friends had abandoned you. granted, you weren’t paying attention because atsumu had been whining about how unfair it was he didn’t have your number. and your ex friends never quite looked at you when you crossed paths on campus with atsumu by your side.

still. he’s your friend. being close to him is nothing new so you swallowed your growing anxiety and scooted closer to him until your thighs were pressed against each other. a hand landed on your shoulder, pulling until you were lying on your back with atsumu’s arm around you.

“that’s better.” he said. better? this was more then you had in mind but you couldn’t deny, it was nice to be in his arms. or maybe just nice to have someone hold you for the first time since you could remember. how long has it been? definitely before the semester started. the only man you’d talked to for months had been atsumu. everyone else had just… left. faded out of your life. at least you had atsumu. if he left, then you’d really be all alone. so if he wanted to cuddle a bit, you could bear it if it kept him by your side, saved you from loneliness.

“yer pretty, ya know that?” he was gazing down at you, a glint of something sharp behind his dark eyes. “real fucking pretty.”

“thank you.” you laughed a bit, feeling far too awkward to do anything else and desperate to change the conversation. “h-how come i never noticed you had an accent before?”

“it’s faded since i’ve been living in the city but it comes out once in awhile.” his face somehow gets closer to yours and his voice drops to a whisper. “ ‘specially when i’m nervous.”

“what are you nervous about?” you find yourself matching his volume, holding your breath as his other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“this.” your eyes stay wide open as atsumu crashed his mouth onto yours. it’s not how you’d imagined he’d kiss and you can admit to yourself now that you had daydreamed about it once or twice. you thought he’d be gentle, all soft lips and breathy laughs.

the reality couldn’t be farther from that. his kisses weren’t just hungry, they were ravenous, biting at your bottom lip until you opened your mouth and let his tongue snake inside. you could taste the remnants of whatever drink he’d had and it made you cringe, remembering exactly where you were. you tried to pull back but atsumu’s grip was too strong and he chased you, surging forward until he rolled, now on top of you and pinning you to the bed. there was nowhere left to go now.

he finally broke the kiss, letting you gulp precious air into your starved lungs. “fuck, darlin’. ya look so hot right now.”

you were about to ask him to let you up, already thinking about how you were going to get home safe when one of his legs settled in between yours, his thigh grinding against your covered mound. you couldn’t stop the moan at the unexpected friction, hips bucking up to seek more instinctively. you trembled at the cruel laugh atsumu let out at your expense.

“fucking knew it. i knew ya were a slut the second i laid eyes on you.”

you wanted to shake your head, hot tears threatening to spill over but atsumu was pressing right against you now, giving your clit the attention it didn’t know it craved until that moment. tension was building in your gut embarrassingly quickly and you came with a silent cry, gripping tight onto atsumu’s arms that had you caged in. his movement stilled as he felt you shudder beneath him.

“did you just fucking cum?” you didn’t know atsumu’s voice could get that low, that it could sound so terrifying.

“i-i… you didn’t stop! you wouldn’t stop.”

“tch.” he pulled back and you wanted to weep at the disgusted look he threw your way. “is that all it takes? ya fucking cum the second anyone puts their hands on ya?”

“no no!” you were shaking your head but he wasn’t looking at you anymore in favour of unbuckling his jeans.

“don’t be a bitch now, sweetheart, help a guy out. it’s only fair.”

he pulled himself out of his boxers and your hands went numb at the sight. it wasn’t the length that scared you, it was the girth. it was the thickest cock you’d ever seen with the widest part right in the middle with a tip shiny with precum. the thought of what it would feel like inside you entered your mind before you could stop it and you swallowed thickly.

“what, never seen a real dick before? on your knees. now.” you jumped at the bark of a command, shakily getting off the bed and kneeling before him. when you did nothing but look up at him, atsumu slapped his cock against your face a few times, smearing precum against your cheek before pressing the tip to your lips.

why was your mouth opening up? why were you letting him gag you on his length, letting him he thrust into you with little regard for your comfort? why were you getting wet from it?

“that’s it god ya don’t know how many times i’ve thought of this. every fucking time ya opened yer mouth goin on about something stupid i wanted to shove my cock down yer throat to shut you up.”

you didn’t know who the man before you was but it wasn’t your atsumu. not the atsumu that made you laugh everyday and filled your stomach with butterflies when he winked your way. maybe that person never existed but the thought was too upsetting you didn’t want to believe it.

he fucked into your mouth for so long your jaw began to hurt from the strain but you didn’t want to stop. you were starting to become enthralled with the way atsumu was watching you. like you were someone desirable. it made you want to do whatever it takes to make sure he kept looking at you that way. you never wanted to see his disgust pointed at you ever again.

“that’s enough.” he pulled out of your mouth, a trail of salvia stringing out. he stepped out of his jeans and underwear, pulling his shirt up over his head before sitting back down on the bed. “strip.”

once again, you hurried to comply, shedding your clothes with little grace until all you had left was your panties. everything was moving so fast, the sudden realization of what you were about to do finally came crashing in as your thumbs hooked around the band.

“sometime tonight would be nice, darlin’.” he was stroking himself off as you hesitated, eyes glued to your bare chest and a wave of heat rose to your face. you shouldn’t like this, how he stared at you like a piece of meat. and yet you pulled down your panties anyway, stepping between his spread legs.

he grabbed you around the waist, manhandling you until you were straddling his lap. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, didn’t want to do something wrong and it didn’t go unnoticed by atsumu.

“i know ya wanna touch me so what are ya holdin’ back for?”

“i’m… allowed to?” your voice came out broken, hoarse from the rough treatment it had just been through. the smile that crossed atsumu’s face sent a shiver up your spine. there was nothing familiar about it, all curved edges and sharp teeth.

“dumb fucking whore. is yer head so empty that you need someone to tell you every little thing?” his tone was so patronizing it filled you with hot shame. you couldn’t help it, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe, to think.

“please atsumu…”

“do you even know what yer beggin for?”

no. you really didn’t. you didn’t know whether you wanted to touch any part of him you could reach or run from the room or have him fuck you senseless. your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions that told you this man had lied to you for months and yet was making you feel so fucking good.

thinking was bad. thinking was making you feel worse. and you knew how to get the thinking to stop.

“please fuck me.”

“i know ya can do better than that, sweetheart.” he leant back on his arms to get a better view of your body. “show me how bad ya want me.”

your hips rolled forward at once, grinding your soaked folds along his shaft. the heavy weight of his stare was intoxicating. it made you want to put on a show for him, whining out his name and pinching your nipples. you clenched when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, moving faster now that his cock was slick with your spit and arousal.

just as you felt the tightening return to your gut, atsumu gripped your hips and stilled your movement. you blinked and suddenly you positioned on all fours with his blunt tip poking at your entrance.

“wait i’m not-!” he cut you off by pressing forward until the fat head of his cock popped inside you, the sudden intrusion making you cry out. atsumu was quick to grab the back of your head and push it down into the mattress.

“don’t worry. yer so fucking wet i bet ya won’t even feel it.”

inch by thick inch, he squeezed himself into you, your cries muffled and falling onto deaf ears. you’d never felt so full, you could hardly breathe as atsumu finally bottomed out but it was too late. you were overtaken by the unexpected orgasm, shaking hard from its force.

“ya really came just from me putting it in?” atsumu laughed. “i haven’t even tried yet, ya know?”

with that he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a rough pace that had your hands flying forward in search of something, anything to hold onto.

atsumu used you like you were a toy to take his frustrations out on, pain shooting through you as he battered against your cervix with every thrust. he hunched over you, humping quick and hard as he hissed into your ear.

“can’t believe how fucking easy ya were. i’ve been actin all friendly this whole time for nothin. could’ve just dragged ya outta class that first day and fucked ya in the bathroom, huh?”

you could focus just enough on his words for it to sink in that the friend you loved truly was just an act. there were tears running down your face and dripping onto the bed but you couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or heartbreak.

“yer fucking mine now, understand? i’ve worked so hard for this cunt it belongs to me now. yer my hole now, just a place to keep my cum warm. say it.” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass.

“i- i’m...” you sobbed, mind too far gone to understand what he wanted you to say.

“who do ya belong to?” several more slaps landed on you, each one so hard it pushed you forward.

“you! i belong to you, atsumu!”

“that’s fuckin right. and what are you?”

“‘m your dumb whore! i’m a cocksleeve for you to fuck whenever you want!” you were rewarded with a quick rub of your clit that had you creaming, walls clenching down hard against him.

“what do ya say, slut, when i’m nice enough to let ya get yer filthy mess all over my cock?”

you babbled out your thanks mindlessly as he rode you straight into overstimulation, every nerve alive and buzzing beneath your skin.

“beg, dirty bitch. beg for my cum.” he was panting hard against you, hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“please cum atsumu i want it want you to fill me up and make me yours.”

“yeah? ya gonna walk around this party with my cum inside ya like a good girl?” you whined at the need to have him praise you, to make him proud of you.

“i’ll be good! i’ll be your good girl i promise please!”

“fucking take it then.” he came with a groan, warmth filling your lower belly as he gave shallow thrusts. he pulled out slowly, keeping as much of his cum inside you before reaching for your discarded panties. atsumu put them back on for you, not letting you move a muscle as to not allow even a drop to escape. when the panties covered you once more, he gave your now clothed pussy a slap, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.

“no chance of it coming out now.” before you could reply, the bedroom door swung open and two men stumbled in, pausing when they saw you two on the bed. you knew you should cover yourself up and yet you were watching atsumu for any indication of what you should do. when he didn’t motion any sort of signal, you presumed that meant he wanted you on display and you obliged with your head bowed.

“should’ve known you disappeared to bag someone.” one of the men said. “wait, atsumu is that the bitch you’ve been chasing all semester?”

“yeah.” atsumu’s face was turned away from you but you could hear the grin in his voice. “she gave it up pretty easy though.”

“that’s my boy!” they both clapped him hard on the back and ruffled his hair. they waited as atsumu dressed himself, talking idly about you as though you weren’t there and the blonde was all too happy to share details. the three left to rejoin the party but before atsumu closed the door, he turned back to you, face cold and hard.

“better keep yer fucking promise or i won’t be as nice next time.”

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Help wanted

Summery: Boarding house with the occasional unwanted tenant.

Note: I don’t think Arvin is dark in this, but it might be for other people.

Warning: non-con/dub con, dark theme, choking, slight spanking, cream pie

Grey Arvin Russell x Reader; Dark Lee Bodecker x Reader

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The bell rung on the door of your boarding house. Drying your hands with a dish rag you got yourself ready to meet whoever it was coming through the door. When you crossed through the archway you were shocked still.

He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his clothes looked all greased up, the hat that hid a thick tuft of hair peaked out looked like it had seen better days.

His type weren't known for being on this side of town so you figured he was either new to town or looking for someone.

You welcomed him with a soft smile and gave your name.

"How can I help you today sir?"

"Hello Ma'am." He said politely, tipping his hat slightly at you. His thick country twang confirming the former. "I saw the help wanted sign out side. Y'all still hiring?"

"Um..Y-yeah... I need a handy man, job includes free room, and board, but I won't just hire anybody though. There is a washer in the basement, if you fix one of them the jobs yours."

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Waddling to the basement with your Daddy's old toolbox, the heavy rusty thing knocked at your knees each step. He jogged over to you, taking the kit from your grasp and you thank him for it.

"The left one broke down a month ago and the other I'm guessing couldn't handle the over use. Dryers work just fine though."

Before he could reply you heard the door bell ring again. You excused yourself and left him to work.

"I'm coming, just a minute!" You shout down the hall as you hurried.

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"Sorry it took so long."

"Saul right Ma'am" he said rising from the floor. You watched from the door as he twisted a dial. The hum of the machine filled the growing awkward silence.

"Well aren't you something! I guess that means your hired."

He lifted his hat to smooth back stray strands of hair, his shy smile hid as he looked down to the floor.

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"Your room's on the third floor. Has a bed and a little sitting place. It's really small just enough room to lay your head really." The sound of foot-steps coming down the stairs halted you. Your eyes watch their back disappear into the night, until he cleared his throat bringing your attention back.

"That'll do just fine Ma'am." Something about his southern accent made your heart flutter. He picked up his duffel, throwing the strap over his shoulder as you dug out your ledger.

"Just down there is the supper table. I cook breakfast and dinner. You can eat in your room if you like, a lot of them do."  You explained as you watch him sign the book. Arvin Russell it read.

He adjusted his strap as you talked, his deep brown eyes made it hard for you to keep his gaze, making you fidget nervously in place. "Most folks are gone during the day so I don't make lunch, but if you like no problem just give me a holler. Bath rooms are at the end of each hall."

Digging in your desk you find the master keys and a list of things that needed to be fixed. His fingers grazed yours lightly in the transfer, Arvin's touch sent a ripple of heat up to your face. He flipped through the wrinkled papers, scanning over the chores with a wrinkled brow.

"S-sorry to put so much on you, but when my daddy got sick things got out of hand and I never been one for fixing things."

"No problem Ma'am."

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During the day you kept busy. Scrubbing windows and mopping the halls of each floor. Arvin crossed paths with you on occasion. Gently brushing past you with his tools as he headed to his next assignment.

The door to Odis', one of the tents, room was left wide open when you walked by. Curious you glanced in, catching sight of Arvin lifting his shirt. Your legs stop moving as you watched him wipe away beads of sweat from his brow with the hem. You couldn't stop yourself from ogling his well toned exposed stomach.

The clanking of the dust pan hitting the floor caught his attention. Your face burn with embarrassment when he found you standing outside the room. Panicked you quickly picked up the pan and rushed off to the ground floor.

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You heard Arvin call your name. "Yeah?" You replied weakly still embarrassed.

*Relax he isn't thinking about you. Probably just thinks your a clumsy dits.

He came halfway down the stairs, looking down at you from the banister. "You got a minute? I need a little help" he asked politely.

"Oh sure... Uh sure" you reply looking up at him. Arvin abandoned his cap, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, curling from sweat. More sweat pooled on his shirt, the dampness helped stick the fabric to his lean figure.

Following him up the stairs he led you to a room on the third floor. In the corner of the room there was a large metal pipe leaning against the wall.

You watched as Arvin lifted the heavy pipe, angling it vertically in position.

"Can you hold this?" he called over his shoulder.

Walking over you grabbed it and Arvin moved to get behind you. He took your hands and placed them along the pipe as you steadied yourself to hold it still while it slightly wobbled.

"OK hold still just like that." He bent over beside you, digging into the tool box that rested on the floor. When he rose, Arvin stayed close behind you. You could feel the heat coming off him, he smelled like sweat and after shave. Your hands felt sweaty as you felt rattled a bit by his closeness.

The pipe shifted a bit, you tried nudging it slightly, but couldn't get it back in place.

"Stay steady" his breath tickled your ear, you gasped making him chuckle lightly. "Just like that" he moved the pipe back into place, pushing into your butt when he stepped closer. "Just hold right... here." He placed a hand on your hip and you tensed. His fingers lightly squeezed your softness. You had to fight hard to bring your mind out of the gutter, he just needed your help, nothing more, the spot between your thighs thought otherwise.

With his arms raised above you, Arvin tightened the nuts to secure the metal tube. You swallowed thickly when you heard him grunt as he forced the wrench to move. Looking over to your right you spied his exposed arms. His muscle flexing as he moved.

"Almost done" he said to you, pushing you almost flush to the steel, bumping you gently with each twist of the wrench. You only nod, unable to conjure words to speak properly. Through the cheap fabric of your dress you felt something hard poke at you through his jeans.

*Stomp it now get your mind out of the gutter.

You don't know what had gotten into you lately. First staring at him like a creeper now thinking about his manhood. Maybe its about time you started going back to church you thought to yourself. Cause right now it felt like the devil was leading you to temptation.

When Arvin stepped back you had to choke down a whimper from the loss of his feel. Pressing your lips together you prayed he aint hear you.

Tapping a hand on your shoulder you turn to look at him. "All done." He smiled at you, your hands release the pipe and you backed away.

"Thanks Ma'am."

"You're welcome Arvin" You smiled shyly then rushed off back to your desk.

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No matter how hard your days were the nights were by far the worst. Lying in bed you felt the mattress dip. The fear of the impending figure behind you prickled your skin.

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you tried to force yourself to sleep. Holding your breath in a dumb attempt to force yourself to pass out. The blanket covering you pulled away and you felt water fall from your closed eyes.

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Propping your head on your hands you leaned on your desk. Your eyes drooped as you zoned out, looking into space.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin startled you as he walked down the stairs.

"I couldn't sleep." You stand up and stretch, yawning a bit. He walked closer to your desk, dressed in his work pants shirt.

"Try some warm milk. Used to help me." He passed by your desk, walking down the hall with tool kit in had to the washers. The old machines acting up again since last time he fixed them.

"Oh Arvin" you shouted at him before he passed through the door. "Um.. can I add something to your list. No worries if you can't get it done today, but I would much appreciate it if you could."

Placing the box down by the laundry door he walked back over, digging the sheet from his back pocket. You grabbed a pen hopeful it was a task he wouldn't mind sorting right away.

"If you can't fix the lock today no problem. I will just go sleep in the attic." You spoke casually as he slipped you the paper to write on. He read over your assignment and you watched as his lips made a hard line.

"I locked myself out of my room, didn't want to wake you to get the spare, sorry. Now I done made more work for you" you laughed, but their was no humor in it. His features softened and you hoped he wouldn't press the issue.

Pushing the paper back to him, you bid him a due and turn to face away to pretend to make a call. When you heard him walk away you let out a breath.

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Arvin was a saint among men. You don't know where he found the money, but he added a chain lock to your door. You smiled at the shiny gold. Sliding on the chain and the bottom lock you prepared for bed.

Laying in bed the thought of the extra lock helped sooth your nerve as you slipped into sleep.

You felt an uncomfortable lump at your back rousing you awake. Your eyes shot open and a hand covered your mouth before you could scream out.

"You think your smart, putting that chain on that door" the beer on his breath hit your nose. Your tears soaked his hand as he held you.

You shake your head 'no' repeatedly in reply. He was still dressed in his work clothes as he laid next to you. The sound of his belt jingling made the tears fall harder.

"I told your daddy I would look out for you. How am I gonna do that if you lock the door?"

Lee, a local cop, only came around when his wife was either on the mends or she just flat out kicked him out. Your father had offered the man a free bed whenever he needed. His way of thanking him for keeping the neighborhood safe.

Lee pushed up your night gown and tsked when he felt your panties. The hand on your mouth slipped down your neck and you blubbered out your apologizes. He hated panties, too much work he called it. "What I told you about these?" he grumbled, forcing the fabric down.

"I-i'm sorry I thought my monthlies were coming on." You sniffed. You tried hard not to cry, you just hopped he would squeeze hard enough to make you pass out.

You heard him spit in his hand, he bumped into your back as he lubed himself up. You yelped when he smacked your ass hard, the sudden sting of pain loosening your locked legs.

"Yea you said that last week. I aint forget girl." He shoved himself inside after he found your opening. "Fucking bitch. I run the house gawd damn it!" Lee was mad at his wife agin. What ever his spite with her, you were paying for it. "Not gonna tell me what to do. Fucking bitch." He growled, panting heavily as he pumped.

You jolted with each thrust, no matter how many times Lee did it, it never got easier.

"Please." You panted desperately. "Please don't come in me" you choked out, his hand tightening his grip around your throat. You had been lucky so far, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out.

Lee didn't like back talk, this was his show and you were just here for the ride. Pushing you completely flat you grip the fabric of the sheets. Lifting your ass as he rose to his knees he fucked into you harder. You cried out unable to adjust to his lengthen. He chuckled darkly at your pain, slamming into you repeatedly with a punishing rhythm.

He cursed your name. Reminded you of your place as he came deep in you. His seed filling your cunt as you pressed your head into the mattress and cried.

He slipped out of the bed. His pants once again jingling as he fixed himself up and headed out the door.

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It was that time of the month again.

Whenever he shouted he spit. It was disgusting. You had given him chance after chance, but he used them all. "I'm sorry Tommy if you don't have the rent by Thursday you are going to have to leave."

"Fuck you bitch you let that boy stay here rent free!"  He shouted. Trying to make sure tent knew.

"He works here. He earns he keep."

"Then let me earn mine? or give me another week." He barked. His tone more of a demand than a request.

Sighing you hung your head low. Rubbing your temple with one hand you hugged your stomach with the other. First of the month was the worst. Tents ducked and dodged. Begged and pleaded or straight up demand just to not pay rent.

"Next Friday Tommy... That's the last time you hear me." You try to sound strong, but you knew he didn't give a shit as long as he won. "If you aint got it then, then I'm changing the locks and putting your stuff on the street."

He slammed his door in your face and you turned on your heels headed to the next delinquent.

"You alright Ma'am?" Straight ahead, Arvin poked out from the bathroom. You had to fight yourself from looking down at his lower half. In your peripheral you could see he was just in a towel that hung around his waist.

His wet hair seemed to curl under the towel on his head. Strands sticking to his forehead, his face still damp from the shower.

"Umm yeah. Uh just rents due and folks get a little uppity around this time of the month." You dry chuckle turning your eyes up at the ceiling. Fighting yourself from venturing further.

You couldn't tell if it was the steam that came from the bathroom or you. Whenever he was close, your body would react. The heat would turn up making you sweat.

"Well alright then. You have a good night Ma'am."

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*Bang Bang Bang

"Tommy!" You bang again. "Tommy! I will give you to the count of three. If you don't open this door and pay up. I am coming in and kicking you out!" You huffed tapping a foot.

"Ma'am?"

"Morning Arvin. Sorry did I wake you?"

"No was working down the hall."

"Tommy, skipped out on rent I think." Taking a deep breath you lifted your master key ring and unlocked the door. When you peered inside the room was a mess, no sign of Tommy.

Arvin followed you in side, with a hand on your hip you groaned. The amount of clean up you would have to do to ready it for a new tenant would take all day.

"Arvin can you change the lock on the door. I hate doing this, but I gotta kick him out"

"Sure thing ma'am"

As you turn to leave you over at Arvin who was still assessing the damage to the room. "Oh and can you possibly stay close. If he comes around I might need your help."

Arvin only nodded in response as you took your leave.

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Tommy didn't come back that day or the next. Putting up a sign you thought that you could clean up the room a bit, before the weekend. With the storm you figured not to many people would be coming around anyway.

Taking up a few boxes you get to tossing. One box you would keep in the addict. Somethings were just to hard to throw away sometimes, but a good chunk would go.

Thunder bashed down filling the room with a blinding white light. You yelped loudly bringing the sound of feet rushing down your way.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin looked in the room worried.

"Sorry Arvin, it’s just the storm. Lightening makes me a bit skittish sorry." You apologize as you get back to clearing the room.

"Well I am finished with my list for today, would you mind if I trouble you for some company?"

"U-um sure" you tried to fight off the smile.

His lips curled as he walked in the room. The instant he crossed the door frame you heard shouting coming from down stairs. When the voice made itself more clear you frowned.

"Oh uh sorry.. I need to tend to that" you say softly. With your head low you walked past him.

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Lee was wet and agitated. "Fucking bitch had the nerve to accuse me of drinking again." He spat while you sat waiting on the bed. "I aint touch a drop today" he said smugly.

You looked at your feet as he undressed in front of you. The sound of a siren blared loudly from out side, Lee turned and squinted at the sound. "Shit!" He stopped undressing and ran out.

Getting up from the bed you grabbed your robe and peered out the hall. The front door was open and Lee wasn't there. The rain still coming down hard, blew in through the open door so you walked bare foot to close it and see if he had really gone. His car was gone that was for sure and as you looked into the rain it seemed he had disappeared too. You exhaled in relief, backed away and closed the entrance.

"Ma'am?" Arvin called to you out of breath.

"Shit!" You gasped, turning to face him. Your heart bashed in your chest as you stared at him crazily. He was soaked to the bone. "Your gonna catch a cold walking around like that" you scolded tightening your robe.

"Do you have any clean towels?" You asked, but you turn back to look at the door. Hoping that Lee wouldn't suddenly comeback.

"I think so.. I know I need to do laundry, not too good at it so I've been holding it off."

"Well, I don't normally do this, but if you like I can mix yours with mine. I don't have enough clothes to justify using all that water anyway."you shrugged.

"I don't want to put you out" he stepped closer to you. "The way his clothes clung to him you had to try hard not to stare.

"N-no trouble. Um wait here I'll give you a towel just in case." You leave him and head back into your room. Digging in your cabinet for the towels. When you turned around again Arvin stood in your living room, looking around your meager abode. "I know it aint much, but at least I got my own bathroom" you chuckled.

When he stepped closer and you had to hold yourself together. Arvin dragged his teeth over his bottom lip while his eyes fell to the opening in your rope.

"S-sorry" your face felt on fire, embarrassed you looked down to your feet. You held out the towel and closed the robe with the other. Arvin’s hand lifted your chin and your eyes went wild.

His lips felt so soft. You just wanted to kiss them all day. Arvin's arms wrapped around your waist and you wanted to melt into him.

Arvin turned you around and backed you up until you both fell backwards onto the bed. Arvin rested comfortably between your thighs while his manhood pressed on your mound. You didn’t know if it were his jeans or your nature making you go wet, but either way you welcomed it.

You gasped when he sucked on your neck, kissing the spot after pulling off. Arvin ground his hips into you making the warmth between your legs soak with desperation.

Holding himself above you, you forced yourself to finally look back at him without shying away. He smirked down at you as he peeled off his top, the wet garment hit the floor hard. His muscles moved and tightened as he freed his shaft. Biting your bottom lips you hummed when he rubbed the tip hard against your slit then lining himself up. Arvin pressed his weight down as he pushed inside slowly. You moaned his name at his fullness. The bed frame squeaked as he rocked.

Kissing you again swallowing your moans, you wrap your legs around his back urging him deeper. Ever the gentleman he obliged.

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*Bang Bang Bang

The furious jiggling and banging was most definitely Lee. You were surprised he hadn't popped the lock as usual, but it was only a matter of time before he got through.

Arvin must not have noticed so you slapped his chest. Pushing him off, but he wouldn't stop. Instead kissing you again as you tried to speak.

"Arvin please, that's Lee... he's.. cop" you spoke on his lips, but your words meant nothing.

Arvin's eye were darkened with lust. You tried to spin away, but he hooked your legs keeping you there, fucking you with his slow pace. He was splitting your mind in two. You wanted to cum so desperately, but your reason told you that Lee wouldn't take kindly to this.

Arvin continued to rock into you as Lee screamed at the door.  Your back arched when Arvin took your nipple in his mouth.

"That's it. That's my girl. Come for me." He mumbled over your nipple. Licking the areola and sucking it again, you came around him, squeezing his cock making him hum with approval.

The banging on your bedroom wall brought your high down fast. "I will shoot through this gawd damn wall if you don't let me in!" Lee threatened. You looked at Arvin with panic in your eye. Arvin kissed you gently again as Lee screamed on. You were terrified, you hoped you could explain Arvin's presence away as a maintenance emergency, but before you could properly forma a though he pulled up his pants as you fixed yourself. Arvin didn't stop or look back as you called out to him. Paying you no mind as he opened the door and walked out.

The sound in the hall was so loud you thought lightening had broke through the roof. You rushed out of your room and found Lee out cold, with a pool growing around his perimeter. You looked at Arvin, the young man unconcerned as he began dragging the cop into your room by his feet.

"Get a bucket and a mop" he commanded, the pistol tucked deep in his pants. Without a word you followed his orders.

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