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messrmoonyy · 2 years ago

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Touch me gently

Tess Servopoulos x Joel’s daughter!reader

Prompt ( summarised ) - Joel’s daughter reader who is in love with/ secretly dating Tess. Reader is a virgin and it’s their first Time, possibly AU. Also paired with a similar request from devnmon: ‘ okay so hear me out: mom’s best friend!tess taking your virginity uhm… 🧎‍♀️’

A/N- first off. To clarify. Readers age is not exactly specified but they are 20+. Original promoter asked for reader to be 18 and that felt too icky for me. But yk. It’s self insert. Do what you will, but it is mentioned that reader is an adult and somewhere in their 20s. Anyways. I was actually happy to have this change for some gentle smut. You guys just wanna get fuckin body slammed by her, let her be soft! 😭💀 I twisted the prompt around quite a bit honestly. But. Here we are. This is a no outbreak au. Only proof read once.

Warnings- 18+ || implied age gap, Virgin/inexperienced reader, and the awkwardness that comes with it, smut: oral ( r receiving), fingering ( t and r receiving ) /mutual masterbation

Word count- 6.8k

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You’d never really thought you’d be one for keeping secrets. Especially from Joel. As far as father-daughter bonds went, you liked to think yours was pretty damn strong. Your mother had left you before your baby brain could even attempt to form memories, so all you’d ever known was Joel. And you were quite content with that. You were incredibly close.

So there was never a reason to keep secrets. Not until she turned up.

Tess.

Tess had shown up one random Wednesday in the middle of June. You’d looked an absolute sight. The sweltering Texas summer was settling in and you were sat in front of an electric fan, Joel’s old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts your choice of attire, hair scraped off your face as much as possible. Very much not expecting company any time soon and just trying to remember a time when you were cool, and not melting your face off.

And then Joel had come home, early rather than late for once, with her in tow.

You’d actually been a little shell shocked. Even now though you still weren’t entirely certain if it was because she was looking at you whilst you looked like some feral dog that had just been plucked from a pet shelter, or because you were quite certain you fell in love on sight. Maybe it was both.

It was probably both.

She looked a little out of place in your cosy, sickeningly Texan home. In her neat pant suit. All tailored lines and somehow not even breaking a sweat. You didn’t think you or Joel had ever owned anything that… crisp. You had come to learn over the time of knowing her that that was purely a work look, and she was just as rugged and down to earth as you and Joel were. But still. In the moment… she was like a shiny new Penny. And you were a magpie with its eyes locked on the glimmering thing from a distance.

“ this is my daughter, who I told you about. Kiddo come say hi. This is Tess “ you were pretty sure it’d taken you a little longer than socially acceptable to move, very much staring. Jaw slightly agape “ hello? Anyone home? “ you’d scrambled to your feet and made some attempt to look a little more presentable.

He’d explained how she had moved in across the street, and he had offered to price up some work for her. You could barely string a sentence together to properly introduce yourself. You’d never seen anyone like her. All sharp features that almost bordered on being harsh, but her eyes were soft. Warm. And they were looking right back at you.

Joel and her had become friends pretty quickly. In fact you’d teased him at first for having a crush on her, even if it did sound a little bitter from time to time. Because you had a crush on her. A really fucking big one. And wouldn’t that just be a kick in the teeth if your dad started dating her? You’d be like something out of one of those crappy books youd read. Falling in love with your… would she be your stepmom? You did not want to be thinking about that.

At all.

But thankfully it turns out that even if Joel did have a little something for her, it was well and truly pointless.

“ She’s not exactly into.. my type “ he’d said when you’d subtly tried to bring it up as you sat ready for a movie night one time.

“ contractors? “

“ yeah. She’s got this god damned grudge against contractors “ he’d said with a mock look of seriousness before laughing and swatting your arm playfully “ no. She ain’t into guys. That’s why she’s moved here, divorced her wife. Last year. Wants a new start and all that- are you gonna make that popcorn or not? “

And that had really set things in motion.

It was like you’d been permanently stood at a red light since she’d arrived, engine revving and ready to speed forward and see if you were delusional about the way she always looked at you or not. And now? Now it was flashing green, telling you to go.

You’d made every excuse possible to go across the street to her house, tailing after Joel when he started work, eventually popping around on your own accord with cookies or the offer to share some takeout together because Joel was working late.

You couldn’t remember the exact moment it had finally pushed past slightly awkward flirting, some random night 6 months down the line when you’d ended up showing her around your room after she’d turned up at the front door. You were a little tipsy and you regretted ever picking up a glass to this day. Because it had made your brain foggy so that you couldn’t quite remember the exact moment she’d kissed you. Or had you kissed her? Either way it didn’t matter. You’d kissed.

She’d broken it off suddenly, rambling apologies and an excuse to get out of the house- much to your confusion. Then you hadn’t seen her for over a week. Avoiding you completely until you grew bored of it and knocked on her door relentlessly until she’d answered you. Maybe you’d looked a little insane. But what else were you supposed to do?

She’d eventually invited you in and after a mildly awkward discussion- and another kiss- you’d finally come to the agreement that you were both idiots.

That had all been 8 months ago. And now you were sneaking around like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

It felt odd keeping it from your dad. He’d known about every awkward part of your slightly lack lustre love life. From the awkward kiss of your then boyfriend at prom, to the first time you’d kissed a girl, to the hideous break up with said girl on your 21st birthday of all days.

He accepted and listened and understood it all, being the mother you’d never known and the father you had all in one. But something told you he wouldn’t quite understand this one.

She wasn’t all the different in age than he was. Somewhere in her early 40s? He wouldn’t understand it. Not at all. He’d go all ‘protective dad’ mode you knew it. You were grown ass adult yet he still looked at you like you were 13. In his eyes you probably always would be.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t risk the highly likely chance that he wouldn’t get it, make it even harder to spend time with her. It could ruin everything. Not just with you and Tess, but with you and him.

You couldn’t put that at risk.

So sneaking around had become the norm for you both. Sometimes you could get away without even needing to make an excuse, when she’d come over to see Joel for one of their beer and card nights with Tommy and she’d excuse herself for a moment and seek you out. Or when Joel was out at work and you go across the road to visit.

It wasn’t ideal. But it was working for the most part. So you weren’t going to mess with the flow.

Even if it didn’t always work out exactly as you wanted. Like the present night. Joel had been lacking in work for most of the week and you’d barely had chance to see Tess, so when he’d finally gotten some work and said he’d be home late you’d jumped at the chance. You’d made some story up about your friend breaking up with her boyfriend, needing you to go over and see her. That you’d probably stay the night.

In reality you’d simply crossed the street when you’d finished work and had been there all evening. She’d clearly missed you as much as you had missed her, she’d barely let go of you since you’d arrived.

You couldn’t actually recall how long you’d been in the current situation, sat in her lap half undressed, lips swollen from how much she had kissed you. Things were progressing a little more than they normally did. Your sundress had been pushed from your upper half, hanging around your waist, and you didn’t even know where you’d thrown her tshirt.

You’d never gone further than that. With her or anyone. You usually made some excuse to stop before she could strip you out of anything else. Any excuse of Joel being home soon, of needing to get home to bed. Anything.

Its not that you didn’t want to. God did you want to. You thought about it constantly. How many times had it been that you’d woken up with your underwear ruined, or found your mind drifting off when it was quiet at work, daydreaming about her with every silent moment you got.

You were just… scared. Because she was older. She knew more. She’d been married for fucks sake, she obviously knew what she was doing. What if you were bad at it? What if she broke up with you the day after because she couldn’t believe how awful you were? It all boiled down to the same situation as it did with Joel. You didn’t want to put what you had in the present at risk.

You’d grown too attached. Too used to having her around. To being with her. You couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that. No matter how badly you wanted it.

She wanted it too. You could tell. Simply from the way one of her hands was fiddling loosely with the back of your bra and the other squeezing softly at the flesh of your ass. She never did anything without asking you first. Would never push you. And you wondered if you finally had the courage to go after what you wanted. You’d already been braver than you thought and something was yelling at you in your head, telling you to stop being so stupid. To go after what you wanted.

But another part was telling you no. Some deep rooted anxiety that it could ruin everything threatening to overwhelm you.

“ are you okay? “ she asked suddenly, pulling you out of your head and lifting her face from where she’d been working at your neck. She’d become quite the expert at leaving trails of love bites just out of the sight of Joel. Always placing them where your shirt would hide them from view. But still in a place you could see them, could trail your fingers over the blossoms of bruises in the mirror and remember how her lips felt.

“ sorry- yeah I just- “ you sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment on your face “ sorry “ Tess frowned and reached up, brushing her fingers across your cheek and tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

“ want me to stop? You look tired “ you shook your head and ran a hand over your face “ what’re you thinking about? Come on. Tell me “ You debated telling her. Fear of embarrassment looming over your head making it harder to voice your thoughts “ if it’s too much- “

“ no. No. It’s not I just. Look can I tell you something? But you can’t laugh “ she raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“ you can tell me anything. You know that “ you avoided her eyes, tracing your fingers lightly over her collarbones instead and across the faint white mark of a scar. One day you’d ask her how she’d got it.

“ I know you want- want us- well. You know… and I want to as well it’s just. I’ve never like- god this is so embarrassing “ you groaned hiding your face in your hands.

“ ohh “ Tess said softly, clearly all her confusion suddenly vanishing like a mist clearing “ never? “

“ don’t laugh “ you groaned, dropping your face onto her shoulder making her chuckle. She cradled your head with her hand and ran the other lightly up and down your spine, instantly relaxing you.

“ I’m not laughing baby. It’s not a bad thing. Look we don’t have to if you don’t- “

“ no “ you said a little too quickly, lifting your head again. I want to. Just… slow. Yeah? “ her eyes ran over your face for a few moments, clearly looking to see if you were completely certain. So you leaned forward and kissed her, telling her without having to actually say it out loud.

“ only if you’re sure “ she said quietly against your lips, brushing hers against yours.

“ I’m sure “ you whispered.

She gave another small nod and dropped her head again, her lips back on your neck but gentler. Soft, wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and your chest . Pushing at your bra strap as she went, following the path across your shoulder with her lips. You felt all the anxiety melting away, your bones turning to mush.

Her hands were everywhere, soft and gentle in their exploration as they slid up your back, holding you close against her as she worked at easing you into a completely relaxed state.

You realised that as much as your fear had been prominent only a few moments ago, it was almost nonexistent now. There was still that heavy, anxious weight lingering in your chest. But only barely. Enough that you could ignore it and focus on the stronger emotions, the desire. The lust. The way it felt to know that you were desired. That she lusted for you. That she loved you.

“ can I take this off? “ she asked softly, her hands trailing lightly over the lace material of your bra. She squeezed softly and you were desperate to know what her fingers would feel like without the material in the way.

“ yes “ she removed your dress completely first, pulling it over your head from the spot it had been looked in around your waist. Then her fingers were nimble as she reached around and unhooked the clasp, sliding your bra from your shoulders and dropping it down beside her. Your eyes fell closed again, feeling so incredibly exposed. Vulnerable. But also… safe. Knowing that there wasn’t a single other soul on earth you’d be comfortable sitting there like that with.

“ so beautiful “ Tess whispered, her warm hands cupping your tits in her hands and pressing a kiss to your jaw. It felt strange to feel her hands on you in a place they had never been, squeezing and caressing. Nipples pebbling beneath her fingers as she whispered sweet things in your ear, not really even taking in what she was saying but relaxing at the low hum of her voice.

You felt a little strange being so undressed when she wasn’t. So before your anxiety could overwhelm you, you gingerly reached out for her. Pawing awkwardly at her own bra in some silent request to get her to take it off too.

She got the hint and you felt her smile against your skin, reaching behind her to remove it and adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“ that better? “ she asked and you nodded, reaching out with cautious hands, touching softly. She let you explore, let you touch her, watched you as you looked in awe at the way her nipples hardened under your fingertips. She sat there far more confidently than you were, you silently hoped you’d be that confident in front of her one day.

You were surprised at the way touching her so intimately made you feel. How it made you squirm lightly where you were sat in her lap. She seemed to notice, smiling and sliding her hands around your back to pull you in closer, her lips back on your skin.

Her chest pressing against yours and her lips caressing every inch they could reach, made your own lips part in a blissful sigh. Her skin so soft against yours, burning hot and prickling with desire in every place that your bodies connected. It felt… romantic though too. She wasn’t speaking yet you knew how much she loved you, how deeply she was attempting to show it.

It almost confused you how you could mingle such deep affection with the ever growing presence of you lust for her.

You could hardly sit still, your cunt begging to be touched. The fabric of your underwear offering not even the lightest amount of friction.

And she’d barely done anything to you. You wondered if you should be embarrassed. Or if she’d like it.

She seemed to pick up on your restlessness and she looked up at you again.

“ baby, lie down for me? Let me help you? “ she asked, cupping your face in her hands and peppering kisses across your cheeks. You let her lay you down, hands never leaving you for even a second. Kissing you as you sank into the soft pillows of her bed, the smell of her shampoo and her perfume that lingered in her sheets filling your senses.

She ran her hands across your hips and squeezed softly at your thighs, silently appreciating every part of your body that she could get to. Even though the Summer heat of the day had dissipated now that night had fallen, the room still felt stiflingly hot. Your skin burning in every place that she touched you. Or maybe you were imaging it. You couldn’t tell.

She sat back, taking a moment to look down at you, her eyes trailing slowly along your body. You found you didn’t feel even remotely self conscious now, the things you didn’t like about yourself and usually poured over in the mirror no longer bothered you. Not when she was looking at you like that. Not when she was gazing down at you like you were a piece of art. Looking at you as if you were the moon and the stars combined.

“ so perfect. Look at you “ she said it almost blissfully, like she couldn’t quite believe you were right there in front of her “ you’re so beautiful, did i tell you that? “ you smiled as she leant back over you brushing her lips over yours lightly.

“ you’ve mentioned it once or twice “

“ well do you believe me? “ your silence was her answer “ then I’ll tell you until you do “ your cheeks flushed and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as she kissed you again. You’d never tire of kissing her. Never tire of the feeling of her nose bumping yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, the taste of her. You’d kiss her until you were dizzy, desperate for air “ or I can show you? Do you want me to? “

You didn’t need to think about it, simply whispered a yes and felt your heart beat faster in your chest.

She trailed her lips down your chest, between the valley of your breasts stopping for a moment to smother them in kisses too. Her tongue hot and wet as she licked at your nipple before entrapping it between her lips. It sent sparks straight to your already throbbing clit, making you wonder if they’d always been that sensitive. Or if she was just working magic.

“ feels good? “The cool air from her breath against your wet skin sent goosebumps prickling across your chest and she smiled giving the same attention to the other.

“ mhm. Yeah “

She soon continued downwards and across the soft skin of your belly, making you shiver as she reached your underwear, her lips pressing softly just above the cotton material keeping your cunt covered from view. Your heart was pounding in your chest, head racing with ridiculous thoughts of if what you had to offer her was good enough. Pretty enough. Would it look right? Weird? Would she think about how much better her wife’s was?

“ stop panicking “ she said, suddenly moving back up above you “ baby “ she cupped your face in her hand, brushing her thumb across your cheekbone “ we don’t have to do this. I can stop “

“ no. No. I want to. Just nervous “ she gave you a warm smile and nodded before pressing a kiss to your forehead

“ I know. But it’s just me. I’m not gonna hurt you “

“ I know “ she scanned your face with her eyes, reading you in a way you wished you could do to her. Maybe you would with time.

“ just tell me. If you need me to stop. Okay? “

“ yes “ she kissed you again, not moving back down until she felt your tension melting away again. And when she did move back down your body, planting herself between your legs, your bones were mush again. She ran her hands softly along your thighs, goosebumps following in their wake.

“ can see how wet you are “ she said with a smile, your face burning as she brushed her fingers over the soaked cotton. Had you really soaked your panties through? Your face was on fire, but you shivered at the barely there feel of her fingers ghosting over your soaked cunt “ can I take these off baby? “

You nodded embarrassingly quickly but she didn’t say anything, simply hooked her fingers into the material and carefully pulled them down your legs, dropping them onto the floor. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see her reaction as she placed her hands back onto your thighs again.

“ don’t hide from me. Let me see you “ it took you a moment and the gentle coaxing of her fingers on the squishy flesh of your thighs, but she managed to make you move. She pushed your legs apart, another shiver slivering up your spine as the air in the room hit your wetness. She took a sharp intake of breath and you mentally prepared yourself for some Excuse for her to stop. But of course it never came “ Jesus you’re so fuckin wet”

She sounded almost amazed. That it was shocking that you could ever possibly be so aroused by her. Which made you wonder if she was having thoughts just as ridiculous as your own. You still couldn’t open your eyes, so you gasped when your felt her press a soft kiss to the inside of the thigh, lips drawing closer and closer inwards.

“ this okay? “

“ yeah “ it came out as barely a whisper, too focussed on the feel of her lips working at the soft untouched skin of your thighs. Then the cool sensation of her breath fanning over your cunt, your clit throbbing in a way that it never had before. Silently begging for something you couldn’t ask her for. Simply because you didn’t know.

You felt so exposed. Laying there completely bare for her, her face so close to you in the most intimate place possible. So close you could feel her soft breathing on your skin.

Her fingers were on you then, gently parting you like the petals of a rose.

“ so. Fuckin beautiful like this “ Tess whispered, making you squirm a little under her gaze “ prettiest pussy ever “

“ Tess “ you whined her name in embarrassment and she chuckled lightly, pressing another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“ remember to tell me to stop if it’s too much “ you whispered a yes and gasped as you felt her tongue lick a slow and gentle line from your dripping entrance up to your clit. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Unlike anything you could ever possibly have imagined.

You were pretty good at staying silent usually. You’d practically trained yourself to not make a sound incase Joel heard you. So the soft moan that escaped your throat took you by surprise , embarrassment flooding your face and making you try to close your legs. But she held you carefully in place

“ don’t be embarrassed. It’s just us here. You don’t need to be quiet. It’s okay baby. I want to hear you, so I know you’re doing okay. Yeah? “ she moved back in, her actions so small and gentle, circling your clit with her tongue in a way that drew a string of soft sounds out of you. You let your eyes flutter open, looking down at her desperate to see what she looked like.

You found her eyes already watching you, focussed firmly on your face as she set your entire body trembling with her actions. Your entire body tingled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, mesmerised by the sight of her face buried between your legs.

You’d had dreams about it, had seen it behind closed eyes as you silently touched yourself in the shower or in bed at night. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the real thing. Nothing could’ve made you feel as good as she was. Her tongue touching places that no one else ever had, lips suckling at your clit in a way that made you see stars.

“ you taste so good “ she said, detaching herself from you for a moment and soothing a hand over your trembling legs “ you’re doing so well baby. Want me to keep going? “

“ yes. Yes. Please. Please more “ she smiled and immediately went back to her previous actions, drawing another high pitched moan from your throat. Your head fell back again, the blinding hot pleasure she was giving you far too overwhelming to focus on looking at her anymore. She stayed slow. Soft. Gentle. Easing you closer and closer to the edge, tightening the knot deep in your belly.

You wondered how you had ever lasted this long in life without feeling like that. Though you doubted anyone else in the world could do it like her. Surely not a single other person on earth could make you feel the way she was, you were ruined for life. No one would ever compare, no one could ever make you feel better than that you were sure of it.

“ Tess “ you whimpered her name, not even sure what you were asking her for.

“ you okay? Talk to me baby? “

“ yeah I just… yeah “ she soothed her hand up your body and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze “ please don’t stop “

“ I’ve got you baby. I got you “ she kept a hold of your hand and went back to her previous actions, lapping at your seemingly never ending arousal dripping from your entrance. You could hardly stay still, squirming in the sheets and feeling her fingers press lightly into your thigh to keep you in place. You squeezed her hand tightly, brain going foggy as she sucked a little harder.

You finally felt something that was familiar to you after a few more moments, the pressure and tightening.

You’d never been able to make yourself come that fast and you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not. Especially when you involuntarily lifted your hips from the bed, some silent request for her not to stop. She squeezed your thigh lightly, acknowledging your needs without needing to speak.

“ I think I’m gonna- “

“ I know. It’s okay. Go ahead, show me how beautiful you look when you come for me “ a few more gentle flicks of her tongue was all it took, sounds you’d never heard yourself make falling past your lips as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You’d never come so hard before, shaking and twisting your hands into the bed sheets as she worked you through every single second. It seemed to last forever, a deep burning in your veins making your entire body feel blistering hot but still making you shiver.

You were trembling as you finally relaxed, body going slack against the sheets as she soothed her hands over your legs. She was whispering something but your ears were ringing too loudly to hear her properly, a stupid dopey smile spreading its way across your face.

She reappeared at your side, propping herself on her elbow beside you and trailing her fingers in patterns across your stomach.

“ how you doing baby? “

“ so good “ you sighed, a small laugh bubbling past your lips “ so fuckin good “

“ you did so well. Proud of you “ you reached up for her face, pulling her down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips and it shouldn’t have made you feel the way it did. Desire swirling in your veins again and making you squeeze your legs together.

It made you want to taste her. To make her feel the way she had made you feel. But you didn’t think you’d be particularly good at that. Not yet. But there were other ways. Other ways you had at least an inkling on how to do, practicing on yourself for so long had to be some use to her.

“ Tess “ you practically moaned against her lips, the thought of touching her making you almost dizzy with lust “ would you… can you show me. Like how to- I wanna make you feel good too… you know… make you feel good. Maybe? Please? “ she smiled almost sympathetically at your embarrassed attempt to ask her for guidance. She brushed your hair away from your face and nudged her fingers under your chin

“ you don’t have to. I won’t make you. It’s your first time and that was a lot- “

“ but I want to. Please. You just need to show me cause- please Tess “ she seemed to deliberate it for a moment, her eyes scanning over your face before giving a small nod. She was a sucker for you. It never took her much to give in to whatever you wanted.

“ alright. But. Maybe somethin a little easier to start, yeah? “ you nodded, thankful that you didn’t have to actually tell her you were terrified of repeating what she’d just done to you.

You wondered if she was wet. If she was as wet as you. What would she feel like, what would she taste like on your fingers. How would she sound when she came. Could you even make her finish?

“ do you ever touch yourself? “ your cheeks flushed as she cut off your panicked thoughts. You nodded “ it’s just the same “ she took your hand in hers and gently guided you down between her legs, shifting slightly so you could see her more. You moved to get a better view, no shame in wanting to see her better.

She guided your hand down to touch her, your lips parting in awe as you realised she was wet. Maybe even as wet as you had been.

Yet you hadn’t touched her. You hadn’t done anything really. She was simply that wet from giving you pleasure. From looking at you. Touching you. Tasting you. It sent another moan slipping past your lips.

You felt her breath stutter, falling against your cheek, as you brushed your fingers over her clit.

“ how do I… how do I know if you like it. Help me? “ you whispered, eyes still glued on where you were curiously touching her.

You startled slightly as her fingers brushed over your still sensitive clit, pushing through your folds and moving down to circle your dripping hole.

“ tell me to stop if you need me to but just, copy me. Okay? “ she started rubbing slow circles onto your clit , your own hand halting for a moment as you got your bearings again before copying.

“ like that? “ you were slightly breathless, the feeling of your sensitive clit being touched again stealing all the air from your lungs “ Tess? “

“ like that. Like that “ you wondered if she was as tightly strung as you were. You wondered if she had been thinking about this night for months like you had. Had she lay in bed at night, hand toying with her cunt and thinking about you? Had she desperately gotten off to the thought of tasting you or having you taste her? You wanted to know what she looked like when she came. Wanted to see her face relax with bliss, hear the sounds she would make.

“ fuck that’s so good “ you whined, trying to focus as best you could on moving your fingers and not getting distracted by the masterful way she was touching you.

“ wanna try something a little more? “ curiosity won out and you nodded. A slightly pathetic whimper of a sound bubbled past your lips as she moved her fingers down, circling your entrance slowly “ I think you can take two, yeah? “ she slowly pushed past the resistance at your entrance, your mind blanking at the odd feeling. It felt so different to when you did it yourself. Maybe her fingers longer or bigger. You didn’t know. But she seemed to be reaching places you hadn’t even known were there.

“ f-fuck “ you breathed out, trying to refocus yourself on the task at hand. Trying to remember you were supposed to be making her feel good now. But you faltered again as she curled her fingers, hitting some devastating part of you that had your eyes falling closed “ Tess”

“ you okay? I can stop “

“ no. Fuck. No just. You’re distracting me “ you said with a soft laugh, pressing your face into her neck with a smile.

“ you asked me to show you “ you could hear the smile in her voice and she pressed a kiss to your head “ you can try now. I’ll let you “ you looked down at where your own hand still hadn’t really moved and you did as she had. Cautious, soft hands, your fingertips running over every part of her, tracing along the slick folds and ridges of her cunt. Marvelling in how different it felt to feel her under your fingers instead of yourself.

She let you be curious, let your hands wander and explore. Let you be silently vulnerable and inexperienced with no judgment at all. She made small noises into your hair, small quick intakes of breath when you brushed over her clit, a gentle hum of a sound when you swirled your finger softly around her entrance. Gathering her arousal on the pads of your fingers and feeling her muscles contract beneath them.

You wanted to taste her too. In the same way she had done to you. But you didn’t quite feel brave enough for that yet. So you copied what she had just done to you, gently pushing your fingers into the welcoming warmth of her cunt.

“ you’re so soft “ you murmured more to yourself than her, awestruck at the feeling of her velvety soft walls fluttering around the intrusion of your fingers. She sighed blissfully, sucking you in until you couldn’t go any further.

“ that’s it baby “ her fingers shifted inside of you again, reminding you she was still there. You’d gotten so caught up in her you’d almost forgot.

“ u-upwards? “ you asked as she curled her fingers inside of you, making your breath stutter

“ mhm that’s right “ you did as she did, curling your fingers until she let out a soft moan, her face still pressed against your hair “ you got it “ you copied the rhythm she did, the feeling of her wet warmth clenching around your fingers paired with the way your own cunt fluttered and contracted around hers… it was almost too overwhelming.

The entire thing felt so unbelievably erotic yet so beautifully intimate. Your face still nuzzled into her neck, peaking slightly at the way your fingers disappeared inside of her. Her face pressed into your hair, stuttered breaths and soft moans. The sensuality of being wrapped up and pressed against her, working at each other in a steady rhythmic pace. The almost pornographic wet, sopping sounds coming from the both of you. Unsure exactly which of you it was.

You’d never felt so vulnerable yet so safe. So loved. So cherished. Like you two where the only people alive, simply intent on making the other feel good, drawing each other closer and closer to the edge.

Her hand shifted a little, her thumb pressing lightly against your clit in a way that made you gasp. You didn’t quite have the same precision as she did, your hand at an awkward angle and you felt her smile against you.

“ keep up what you were doing. Feels so good, you’re doing so fuckin well. Keep going baby “ you did as she asked, holding onto her arm as you felt her abusing a deliciously perfect spot inside of you.

“ god don’t stop “ you whined, pressing your face further into her neck. Not sure how you were supposed to handle all the new feelings she was evoking in you.

You came first, which you had expected. Trapping her hand between your legs and clenching your eyes shut as you came over her fingers, moaning and whimpering as she made sure to draw it out for as long as possible.

“ that’s it baby. Fuck you look so pretty when you come for me, let me hear you. That’s it “ she coaxed you through every single second, whispering an abundance of praise and love into your ear as you came down.

You winced lightly when she withdrew her fingers, suddenly feeling empty at the loss of her inside of you.

“ holy shit “ you breathed out as you caught your breath “ I don’t think I can do that to you “ you said with a small laugh, remembering you still needed to get her off “ I wanna make you feel that good. Tell me more. Help me? “

You were entranced as you watched her start circling her own clit with her fingers that were still coated in you, the two of you mingling together in a way that made your face flush so violently red you went light headed. You continued curling your fingers in the same way she had, even chancing scissoring them open like she had done to you. You practically beamed when you made her moan, knowing you were the one causing those sounds.

“ that’s it baby, keep doing that. Just like that for me okay? “ you nodded, dumbfounded and unable to speak as you watched her touch herself, your fingers still moving inside of her and hitting the spot that made her moan in a way that went straight to your over sensitive cunt.

“ am I doing it right? “

“ mhm. You’re doing so well. So well baby. Almost there “

The feeling of her coming on your fingers was something otherworldly. The sounds she made, the way her warm walls clamped around you to keep you where she wanted you. It drew another moan from your own mouth. You kept up your actions until she gently pushed at your hand, a small laugh leaving her throat

“ too much baby. You can stop “ you withdrew your fingers, awestruck at the sticky residue she’d left on your fingers, the blissful and content look on her face.

She pulled you close against her, shuffling down so that you could lay your head on her chest and press soft kisses to your forehead.

You were both quiet, basking in the afterglow, content to just be together. Your slick skin slipping against each other as you shuffled to get impossibly closer to her. You could hear her heart beating steadily in her chest, her fingers trailing up and down your side lightly. The room was sticky and hot, sex filling the air. But you felt perfectly comfortable, safe.

And if your worst fears were to come true and she decided you were horrendous at getting her off. Then you’d be quite happy that that had been the first and the last. You’d never felt more at peace.

“ how are you feeling? “ she asked after a few minutes, when sleep was starting to seep into your bones “ you did so well. Sure you’ve never done it before? “ you giggled and shook your head

“ never. I promise “

“ and how do you feel now that you have?”

“ perfect “ you whispered not even embarrassed at how cheesy it sounded, not needing a second to even think about your answer “ and tired. So fuckin tired “ she smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“ shower first. Then you can sleep. Trust me. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t “ she chuckled and patted your arm lightly to make you sit up. You watched her walk around the bed, stretching her arms up above her head and groaning slightly as she stretched out her aching muscles. It felt… domestic. The way she was so unbelievably comfortable around you, showering together, sharing the bed afterwards. It made your heart pang.

You watched her as she walked around to your side of the bed with no shame, very much ogling her without a care. Even when she caught you “ enjoying the view? “

You were. You absolutely were. And you hoped you’d get to enjoy it for quite a while longer.

#sorry I’m late #pls don’t be salty #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fanfic #Joel miller #smut #fluff #x you #Anna torv #Joel’s daughter!reader #lesbian #tlou hbo #Tess tlou

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keiskake · 2 years ago

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bird instincts (chapter nine - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)

warnings ~ swearing, petnames, hawks being aggressive + jealous, oral sex (f!receive and m!receive), fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, degrading names, trauma flashbacks, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

wordcount ~ 4.742k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.

a/n ~ i honestly didn’t plan for this chapter to be so long, but it was so good as a whole that i couldn’t split it up. i’ve decided to focus on the series a little more, rather than try and upload drabbles everyday! thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated.

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"that's real original hawks." you walked towards the handsome blond in a black suit and tie. it caught your attention, his crimson red earrings. you didn't know hawks had his ears pierced. fuck. it made him so attractive. hell, he was attractive full stop. the way his eyes were glued onto you, as if he had blurred everything else around him. tunnel vision. and the way his hand slipped to your waist, pulling you in so he could lower his lips onto your forehead. it made your legs quiver and your heart pulsate even faster than before.

"i'll come up with a better one that's up to your standard next time baby bird. but have i ever told you how beautiful you, and how lucky i am that this is all mine?" his thumb brushed against your cheek, sweeping away the hair that was covering it to lay down a quick peck. you couldn't hide it, your cheeks burned pink as he cooed complements in your ear.

"well...you're looking really handsome tonight, but you're always handsome! so i'm lucky too!" was that the best compliment you could think about? really? babbling a response in a panic.

"oh? you're spoiling me with such kind words tonight y/n, and so many of them." he smirked at your embarrassed and rosy face. his fingers trailed its way from your waist, to your hip, and into your soft hands. "lets go inside, gonna introduce you to my best friend, endeavour. and hey. don't be nervous, you look gorgeous."

you nodded, taking hold of his hand before making your way to the event hall. the path was outlined by a carpet that was almost the same colour as your dress, and bordering the carpet were golden posts that acted as a barrier between the heroes and the media. it was all so grand. cameras and lights flashing, hero names being hollered and an endless wave of cheer around you.

is this how heroes made people feel? excitement, joy, vigour. no wonder kei admired them so much.

as you reached the door to the event hall, hawks pulled his hand away and positioned it so that his hand was on his chest and a gap formed between his arm. you put your arm through his, pressing your chest against his upper arm. an exchange of smiles went between the two of you and before you walked into the hall arm in arm. it was time for the event of the year to begin.

the moment you stepped into the room you were completely drowned in the awe of memorization. your jaw fucking dropped to the floor. the hall wasn't only big, it was gigantic, enormous even. lights beamed across the entire room, not a single dark spot to seen. thousands of tables with a million different dishes and drinks were scattered as far as you could see. and right at the front a stage, where hawks would be later tonight.

"woah." it was the only thing that could escape your lips. it was so amazing and majestic, like straight out of a movie.

"guess it's not everyday you get to experience something like this, i must say they really went all out. spared no expenses." he watched your face as it illuminated with shock and elation. your face was priceless.

"this is so incredible hawks. can we eat the food? oh! and i wanna try a drink. can we? can we really?" you tugged at his blazer, shaking the poor bird side to side.

"you can eat and drink the stuff on the table sweetheart. i'll come with you so that your nerves calm down, alright?" he giggled at your eagerness, petting the back of your head to hopefully calm you down and stop you from shaking him anymore.

"then what are we waiting for? i'm dying to try those giant chocolate covered strawberries." you beamed at him and then dragged him half way across the event hall to satisfy your sweet tooth.

not only were the strawberries in season but they were big and juicy, covered in a thick creamy chocolate shell. and they were never-ending. hawks watched as your face turned into an everlasting ray of smiles, and with each strawberry it grew. he kept close to you so that you had someone to talk to and, most importantly, to keep you safe. god were you beautiful. what he would do to see you this happy all the time.

approaching you was a big, bulky man. his shoulders broad and his face stern. you knew you had seen his face before, it was all too familiar. endeavour. he had the same face as the plushie in your bed. his hair was ruby red and his eyes turquoise blue. a plushie perfect match. he stood in front of you and hawks, his shoulders broad enough the cover the both of you. his eyes glanced past the bird man, fixing his gaze straight onto you.

"woah there buddy, if you stare at her too much she's gonna break down." he jokes, placing his hand on your lower back to ease your nerves. who wouldn't be nervous if a big rock of man started staring at you.

"good evening. who's the girl, hawks?" his arms stood straight by his side, his face stiff. you couldn't tell how he was feeling or what he was thinking, and that was the scariest thing about him.

"my girlfriend, you jealous endeavour?" hawks displayed a grin on his face, pulling you closer to him in order to 'show you off' some more.

"no. though i didn't picture you the type to settle down." he peered over at you once more, scanning you from head to toe. he might as well have been a metal detector.

"i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you. you're the number one hero endeavour, it's a real pleasure to meet you. i'm kinda a fan, well no my friend is the fan, but i still think you're really cool!"

"you're a fan of me too, right baby bird?" he pouted and squirmed as you spouted a bunch of rubbish to fill the awkward space endeavour had created.

"well, thank you for being a fan despite all the punches being thrown at my name currently. she'll keep you in check hawks, don't cause her trouble." he eyed hawks, the kind that your parents gave you when you were about to do something stupid.

"right, right, of course endeavour. why'd you come over? did you miss your buddy?" he nudges the flame hero, poking and prodding at him for a response.

"no i did not miss you, and you are not my 'buddy'. i came to collect you, it's time to go up there." the stoic man pushed hawks' arm away and turned his back on the two of you. he made his way through the crowds of people and tables before disappearing behind a curtained staircase.

"one day he'll admit that we're buddies." he chuckled, straightening his suit and tightening his tie. "but for now, i gotta fly y/n. i'll see you on stage." he cupped one of your cheeks and took you in for a kiss.

"you won't be able to see me silly, there's too many people here tonight."

"trust me y/n i could spot your drop dead gorgeous face a thousand miles away. wish me luck!" he rushed off to the curtained staircase, his wings fluttering slightly as he made his way to the grand stage.

in your heart you were wishing him luck, though really and truly he didn't need it. he'd be fine just the way he was. you couldn't stop thinking about the way his blazer clenched round his waist and the way his white button up shirt displayed the outline of his collar bone. and whatever bottle of cologne he was wearing tonight you were determined to buy a bottle for yourself. it drew you in like a bone to a dog.

you took hold of another strawberry before the lights shut down. excited murmurs spread from every corner of the hall and everyone laid eyes on the main stage. with a little squinting you could make out 10 silhouette figures were standing on the platform. hawks must been amongst the 10. you didn't want to miss a second, and clearly the media didn't want to either with their cameras and notepads out and ready.

head beam lights from below flashed, giving a better view to the 10 shapes. a flicker from the bulbs on the ceiling went off and the whole room was lit with an endless stream of radiant light. claps echoed from every corner of the room, chanting of the hero's names penetrated the air and glasses clinking together in unison. there stood heroes. the top 10 heroes.

amongst the line of heroes were names such as mirko the rabbit hero and wash the laundry hero. amongst the handful of talent japan had to offer was your beloved number two, hawks. he stood proudly with his chest out and wings perked up high behind him. he was facing your direction, even whilst he collected his award and gave his speech his eyes were on you. he really was like a hawk.

but what was he so fixated on? you. and the man next to you who was barely millimetres away from touching your shoulder with his. black long hair tied up in a bun, baggy eyes and a sharp jawline. eraser head. he'd really dressed for the occasion, and that worried hawks. as he spoke to you, laughter left your sweet and pretty lips. but your laugh was his to hear and only his. the thought of another man who could make you as happy as he did irked him deeply.

what lit the fuse to the bomb was when eraser head pulled you in by the waist to move you away from the waiter, that was about to trip and drop a hundred drinks in your direction. you apologised and gave eraser head a big dumb smile, the same kind you gave him during your date. he didn't know that he would feel so enraged witnessing another person touch you, talk to you or laugh with you. what was he so jealous of?

the presenter on stage dismissed the heroes to the event, taking back their awards so that they could be delivered to their hotel room directly. he didn't want to watch another second of it, jumping off the stage with his hands tucked into his pockets. he swerved his way through the mob of people, grumbling to himself and swearing under his breath.

you could smell the faintest scent of his cologne so you turned around, only to face a less than pleasant hawks. his brows were furrowed and his lips were straight, one fist clenched by his side and the other one still in his pocket. you felt your heart in your throat. did you do something wrong? was he angry? you looked to eraser head for some kind of reassurance or confirmation. boy did you set fire to dynamite.

"y/n we're going, now." he took hold of your arm, almost grabbing it.

"b-but why, the real event just started?" you flinched a little, shocked that hawks would behave so aggressively towards you. what the hell had gotten into him.

"we're going and that's final." he started dragging you to the nearest exit, not giving you enough time to pick up your dress so that it wouldn't drag across the floor too much.

"sorry eraser head! it was nice to ━" hawks tugged you closer to him, cutting you midway through your goodbye.

his grip on your arm was so tight you were certain that it would leave some kind of mark or bruise. you wanted him to slow down, you really wanted a break from all the speed walking, but you couldn't speak up. it was physically impossible for you. every time you planned to say something your throat would go hoarse and chicken out on you. no words would leave your mouth.

you were afraid of him in that moment, it reminded you of when your father had beaten you and kei for sneaking out to play one afternoon. you and kei wanted to cry out for help, cry out to express your pain. but no matter how hard you tried nothing came out, it always ended up in silence. you didn't want to put hawks in the same category as that disgusting and treacherous thing you called a 'father'.

hawks took you all the way to his hotel room, which was a penthouse suite with the best view in all of Kamino Yokohama. he tapped his key card on the reader before shoving the door out of the way and throwing you inside of the room. the door closed behind him, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his formal shirt. he made his way to you and your body trembled more and more the closer he got.

"what the hell was that all about hawks?! dragging me out of there with no explanation, i didn't even get to say goodbye to eraser head properly. and then you grab me and take me all the way here, look my arm has a red mark because of you!"

he looked at your arm and seemed to take a step back. you let it all out, all the words that were clogged up from before. you weren't going to stay silent this time, not anymore. what he did was wrong but hawks himself hadn't realised until you started shouting and bursting out on him.

"yeah what i did wasn’t exactly excusable and i'm sorry. but why is saying goodbye to eraser head so fucking important to you?"

"hawks are you hearing yourself?"

"why are you so caught up on him?! just focus on me, that's all that you need. or is it not enough?" he took your hand and placed it on his chest. his heart was pounding to fast and hard that you could feel it through his blazer.

jealousy. the room was plagued with his jealousy. was he afraid of losing you? maybe he was afraid of losing his place in your heart? you never thought hawks was the type to get jealous, sure it was human nature, but he was so confident in himself. on the surface that was.

his body was unsteady from the pent up anger he had hoarded whilst on stage. you knew what he was doing was out of order but somewhere in your heart you understood where he was coming from. the constant fear of the what if. what if you lose the one you hold dearest to your heart? what if you’re so easily replaceable you could be tossed to the side?

tears trickled down his cheek slowly and it infectious, water droplets forming in your eyes as well. it hurt to see him like this. you just wanted him to be his chirpy and cocky self again, you took that side of him for granted. but it was your job as his girlfriend to guide him through his moments of despair. no, not even a job. the bare minimum.

you moved your hand from his beating heart to his face, cupping it gently and lifting his head up to face you. two teary eyed lovers facing the abyss together. you pressed your forehead onto his and let out a little sigh. your big bird was still a baby at heart, and you were going to protect his precious heart.

"i will always need you hawks, there's nobody that could replace you. so please, don't let your fear get the better of you. it's okay to feel angry and jealous, it's human nature, but never forget that i care about you the most. i'm not going anywhere and you're not going to be replaced. you’re enough."

"y/n...i'm sorry, i was just so scared. i hated watching you and eraser head talk, and then when he touched you and you smiled at ━" you cut him off with a deep kiss. that's what he needed in that moment, a piece, a crumble of physical affirmation that you were his.

he was shocked, you never initiated the first move. it was different, like turning the page to a new chapter in your relationship and he wasn't complaining one bit. his hands drew itself to your waist, pushing you deeper into his lips. home. it felt like home to him. he didn't need all the fame or money that he had, hell he didn't even need to be a hero let alone number two. you were enough for him.

"i love you y/n, i'm so sorry for hurting you like that." his lips left yours and his head hung back down again. he took hold of your arm once again, but this time his touch was much more tender. "look at what i've done. i'm a monster. i don't fucking deserve you."

"i forgive you, bird brain. so don't grovelling about it, it's not very hero like y'know." your fingers ran through his golden locks and you laid your head on top of his.

"fuck hero life, i don't need it. why would i? i have you sweetheart and that's more than a bastard like me could ask for." you positioned yourself on his lap, throwing your arms around his neck.

"if you let out another negative comment i will never ever compliment you again, got it?"

"yes ma'am. sorry ma'am."he jumps and turns to look you in the eyes. you were deadly serious.

"i'm glad we're on the same page. i didn't get a chance to say it but congratulations on your award hawks!"

"thanks baby bird, first time anyone has really congratulated me with any sincerity at all." he played with your skirt and his free hand laid on top of your thigh.

"it won't be the last if i'm around! sorry about not having a gift, you got me the dress and a ride but i don't have a thing for you."

"looking at you in this gorgeous dress is more than enough, you have no idea what it does to me y/n."

you felt it. you felt your thigh rubbing against something hard that poked at your soft skin. you knew what it was, and the thought of it made you embarrassed. it wasn't as if you were innocent at all, absolutely not. you had your fair share of lewd thoughts about hawks. it couldn't be helped sometimes, when his pants were just a tad bit too tight you good get a clue or two about the outline of his cock. and you'd be a liar if you said you had never imagined him rubbing his length against your slit.

he looked at your face that was all red, only realising then what was making you behaving sheepishly. "shit y/n, sorry i didn't mean to really."

"it's okay...it's natural. your dick is really hard huh?" you bit your lower lip and unconsciously rubbing your thigh against him.

he picked you up from his lap and sat you on the bed properly, leaning in for a kiss. it was wet and messy, your tongues running around one another. his hand held you by the neck, pressing you deeper and deeper into his lips. your hand was over his clothed cock, teasing it as he pressed a finger against your cunt. "wet already?"

"nghh ━ don't wanna wait anymore, please fuck me daddy." and that's all you needed to do for hawks to make your fantasies a reality.

you turned to the side so that hawks could unzip your dress. it slipped right off you and he left it hanging over a chair. he couldn't take his eyes off your body, you weren't wearing a bra so your breasts were openly on display for him. your skin looked to delicate and soft, thighs and ass plush. perfect in everyway. he kissed his way down your figure. head, neck, chest, stomach, thigh. the slow pace was leaving you on the edge, your red thong soaked in your juices and drip.

your only bit of clothing was ripped off you, hawks' cooing in your ear "i'll buy you a new one princess." his fingers played with your wet fold, a thumb circling against your swollen clit and the two tips of his fingers teasing your hole. you bucked your hips urging hawks to finger you. a grin appeared on his face, "can’t wait? what a slut". the sound of your wet pussy being filled with two of his fingers echo the room. he curves his finger as he pushes in and out of you, reaching your g-spot. and every time he hit the deepest part you'd arch your back, mewling in pleasure and shamelessly moaning out his name. "ahh ━ hawks more, please! wanna cum please hawks!" fuck did your sweet voice make his dick twitch. he fingered you faster. too much for you to handle clearly, grabbing a hold of the bed sheets and letting out even more breathless cries of pleasure. his tongue lapped your cunt and his fingers kept spreading your walls apart, loosening you up for his cock. too much, it was too much for you. your mind was blank from all the enjoyment and the only thing you could think about was hawks playing with your whore of a cunt. he sucked on your clit, making sure to get a real good fucking taste of ‘his’ pussy. you whimpered, arching your back and cumming all over his fingers. hawks pulled his fingers out, spreading them apart to show you the long line of drip and how wet they were. he put his two digits in your mouth for you to taste before running his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top. "god. you taste fuckin' sweet as candy baby bird."

your legs were trembling, they were weak. you had never had such an intense orgasm, nor did you have a clue that it could feel that good. "my turn." you took hold of hawks' hand, laying him against the headboard of the bed. you positioned yourself between his legs, his cock desperate to get out of his pants. he unbuttoned his blazer and shirt, and you unzipped his pants. your bare skin rubbing against one another made your heart race, a blush running across your cheeks. "take it slow sweetheart, no rush." you nod, taking his boxers off to reveal his red, bulge tip. he was bigger than you had ever imagined, your hand barely able to wrap around the base. you took a breath before pushing the head of his cock into your mouth, enfolding the tip in your wet tongue. hawks groaned and his hips jolted from the sensation your mouth was giving him, watching his pretty girl suck him off made him throb even more. as you moved your mouth up and down his length, you could feel it hit the very back of your throat. it was just so big it started to make you choke, and that was music to his ears. "gonna push it down so you take it all the way, pinch me if you need me to stop." groaning, he took a handful of your hair and shoved the rest of his cock into your mouth. your moans were muffled from the fullness of your mouth, tears running down your face, and your mouth became more and more sloppy and took hawks in. he tugged you off his twitching dick, his face flustered. "y/n lay down on the pillow, gonna put it in okay?"

he flipped you over so that you were the one laying down on the pillow. your legs were spread apart, levered on his broad shoulders. "wanna feel you inside daddy, pretty please." your needy pleas gave him the green light to pound you and drill the shape of his cock into your pussy. he lined it up with your entrance, slapping it on your cunt a few time. he prepped you so well that his entire cock was able to slip in easily. your wet walls wrapped around him tightly, almost milking him. he slammed his hips into you and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix, and he kept hammering your insides. your drenched pussy squelched at every thrust he rewarded your pretty little cunt. you were completely full from him, his dick fucking you dumb and senseless. he was turning you into his personal cock sleeve. you let him infiltrate your every senses, the only thing you could think about was him. "c-cum in me please daddy, give me every drop please!" your arms swung around his neck, trying to keep yourself upright since your legs were becoming weaker as he continued to shove himself into you. "my princess is so well mannered. of course i'll breed you pretty girl." his hand pulled your thigh in so he could reach even deeper, thrusting his cock as his thumb grazed against your cunt. he was giving you the fucking of a lifetime, pussy full and cunt overstimulated. "shit- gonna cum inside of you y/n. gonna fill you up so good."you could feel yourself reaching the limit, moaning, whimpering, digging your nails into hawks's back. his cock pouring every ounce of cum he could muster into your needy cunt. panting, he pulled out and watched the mix of his cum and yours slowly ooze out of you pussy. your insides were painted white.

"did so well sweetheart." hawks fell into your arms, resting his head on your chest.

"you too baby." you pressed a kissed on his head and ruffled his already messed up hair.

"is this the same y/n i know give ME a pet name? i could die happy." he looked at you with eager eyes waiting for an answer, with an underlying feeling of shock.

"well...we're in a relationship so i should start using pet names more often!" you didn't think it that big of a deal but to hawks it was like the world had just granted his every wish, his heart pounding next to yours.

"lets clean up and get some sleep, 'kay? i'll apologise to erase head tomorrow." he got up and headed to the bathroom.

you nodded and followed behind hawks, getting into the shower with him. you took turns washing each others hair and backs, hawks occasionally planting bubbles on your nose. the domestic moments you were having, like drying his hair and vice versa, made you feel like you were on cloud nine. butterflies erupted at the thought of you and hawks behaving like husband and wife.

the hotel had provided you and hawks with a pair of black silk pyjamas. they were so smooth to touchy and easy on the skin. the little pocket on your chest even had your name on it, hawks had the same but just with his name. well hero name. but the clothes were perfect fit. but how did they know you would be staying?

"hawks, why do i have a pair of pyjamas? i mean i'm not a hero nor was i a direct guest." he laid on the bed and you sat beside him, his hand petting your thigh.

"i asked them to get you a pair, pretty cool right."

"okay- but how did you know i would be staying, heck i didn't even know i was gonna stay the night." you poked his chest, your lips pouting.

"bird instinct." you started laughing, how unserious could he be. but it was nice, a change of mood.

"scoot over bird brains!"

he shuffled to the right side to make a little nest for you to lay on. hawks arm stretched out across the pillow, his hand prodding you to come over. you plopped your head on his arm and your face nuzzled in his chest. the light switched off, the blanket wrapped round you and so did hawks. you didn't need city lights to call something home anymore. it was right Infront of you, practically thrown over your entire being.

"goodnight y/n, sweet dreams." he lifted your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, and then your nose, and finally your head.

"goodnight hawks. thank you for being my home.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks series #hawks smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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sinosauropteryx--prima · 1 year ago

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Life in the Devonian

(first row: Cladoselache, Titanichthys, Walliserops; second row: Tiktaalik, Dunkleosteus, Ichthyostega; third row: Jaekelopterus, Archaeopteris, Paleocharinus; fourth row: Gondwanascorpio, Ryniella)

Art by:

Walliserops - Richard A. Fortey (The lifestyles of the trilobites)

Cladoselache -Christian Darkin

Tiktaalik - Ntvtiko

Ichthyostega - Davide Bonadonna

Dunkleosteus - Robert Fabiani

Titanichthys - Mark Witton

Jaekelopterus - Dani Navarro

Archaeopteris - Annette Townsend

Gondwanascorpio - Ariel Milani Martine

Ryniella, Paleocharinus - Bizley Art

Welcome to the Age of Fish!

Whatever you‘re looking for, we have the right fish for you. May I interest you in some early shark-cousins like Cladoselache? Or maybe you prefer bony fish over cartilaginous ones. In that case you‘re in luck because they now come in two brand new varieties: The ray-finned fish and the lobe-finned fish. As you might have suspected, their fins work differently: Ray-finned fish have bony spines covered by skin, that form a fan-like fins. Today they make up almost 99 % of fish species and more than 50 % of all vertebrate species. So if you‘re picturing any type of fish right now, that is probably a ray-finned fish.

The only lobe-finned fish that are still around today are the coelacanths and lungfish, but during the Devonian they were much more common. They have fleshy fins that have an extra bone that separates the actual fin-part from the rest of the body.

But before I talk more about fins with extra bones, let‘s give the spotlight to the real stars of the Devonian: The Placoderms. The “armored fish“ got their name from the bony plates that cover their head. They had jaws (and were the first vertebrates to do so), but no real teeth. However, in many species their bony armor had self-sharpening edges at the mouth, that were used similar to teeth (and honestly, that sounds somehow more terrifying than actual teeth).

Although most of them were mid-sized, the biggest ones like Dunkleosteus and Titanichthys reached sizes similar to a modern white shark (4-6 m), maybe even bigger. Titanichthys is assumed to be a filter feeder, while Dunkleosteus was an active hunter marking the first time vertebrates took over the roles of apex predators.

Placoderms in general were pretty big on being the first vertebrates to do things: They were among the first to colonize the open ocean as well as freshwater (I don‘t spend enough time appreciating that water is not just water, but has tons of different habitats). They were also the first ones to have clasper-like structures, which is the fish version of a penis. With that they were able to have internal fertilization or, as the non-scientist call it, sex. Before the placoderms came around, vertebrates weren‘t doing that. Related to that, placoderms are the oldest known case of an animal giving live birth.

One more cool thing about placoderms is that they are the oldest known case of fossilized pigment in vertebrates. Personally, I absolutely love everything that has to do with coloration in prehistoric animals, so I will bring it up as often as I possibly can. This particular fish supposedly had a silvery iridescent belly and a red-ish back. Not only is this cool, because that‘s a very pretty fish, but also because it might hint towards placoderms having color vision.

Since the placoderms were terrorizing the oceans, some of those lobe-finned fish I talked about had quite a bit of motivation to get away from them. This is where those extra bones I mentioned came in handy, because they evolved into leg-like structures. Air bladders, which were originally used for buoyancy, were repurposed into lungs for breathing. This new group of vertebrate was able to invade the land. Animals like Ichthyostega and Tiktaalik were among the very first tetrapods (that translates to “four legs“), a group that today includes amphibians, reptiles, birds and mammals (that‘s us!).

The tetrapods were however not the first life on land, in fact they were pretty late to the party. By this time there were already many plants on land, including the very first trees like Archeopteris, the very first insects, scorpions and other arachnids like Paleocharinus (which is not a true spider, but a close cousin. Reading about them did however gave me a nightmare, so it‘s close enough to spiders to trigger my arachnophobia).

The last mention should probably go to Jaekelopterus, the biggest eurypterid (“sea scorpion“), and therefore biggest arthropod ever, with a size of over 2.5 m. Just imagine a fucking 2.5 me long bug. I kinda hate it. And I‘m impressed.

#paleontology #paleoblr #paleozoic #devonian #dunkleosteus #placoderm #tetrapod #infodump

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autumnsup · 1 year ago

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The Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack Imagined As a Flight or Tasting Menu

Arranged According to Flavor and Style

To preface my latest nonsense: I will always appreciate the OST. I even went and bought the vinyl edition (see previous reblog), which makes skipping the less beloved tracks more difficult. Nevertheless, over the years I have done some curating based on the tracks I love most, including adding in a few bonus tracks that didn’t make it onto the OST album.

Back in the early 2000s, it was quite the undertaking to create what I considered to be the “complete” soundtrack to Velvet Goldmine. To collect more tracks, I combed through used CD stores, ripped from CDs found at libraries, and “borrowed” from my dad’s music downloading service pre-iTunes, to make a mix of my own.

I won’t be including that exact mix here, nor will I be mentioning every single song on the OST, but I’ve compiled a few Top 5 lists with flavorful ramblings about each track and why I love it. I’m also realizing as I write that much of what I appreciate about each song is wrapped up with the scene it underscores in the film, making it hard for me to take a step back and judge them on their musical merits alone. Just be warned that some may be more incoherent than others. 🫠

Top 5 Faves

Hot One ✨ Shudder to Think

Flavor profile: smoky-sweet with a dollop of strange

Honestly, this song makes me so happy and nostalgic every time I hear it. If I were to pick one song to play on repeat, this would probably be the one I’d choose. There’s something infectious about the leisurely pace of the piano and bass together, and the nonsensical, somewhat dark lyrics overlaying them, lightly tinged with the rasp of the singer's voice. I could almost imagine Oscar Wilde composing the words, without the references to outer space (unless he was actually – gasp – FROM outer space?).

Bitter-Sweet ✨ Roxy Music

as performed by Thom Yorke and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: a swirl of bitters and spice with an undercurrent of salt tears

I love this song because it encompasses so many different sounds and moods, and Thom Yorke’s vocal range is incredible. Plus the lyrics are extremely evocative and spot-on for the scene they cover. It’s not entirely clear to me if we actually hear the Flaming Creatures perform parts of it as well, or if they are just lip-synching for the sake of flow between scenes, but in any case, it was very well chosen.

Satellite of Love ✨ Lou Reed (with David Bowie)

Flavor profile: fluffy-sweet layers with a little crunch on top

Another happy-making song for me, although I can eventually get tired of listening to it (doesn’t help that I have it on Lou Reed’s Transformer too). I love that Bowie collaborated on the background vocals and enjoy singing along while I imagine Curt and Brian in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

Gimme Danger ✨Iggy Pop

as sung by Ewan McGregor

Flavor profile: this may mangle your jaw and sear off your tastebuds but you will still crave it 😵

Seriously, why didn’t they include this on the OST album??? it is my opinion that if they had to pick one Iggy Pop song, they should’ve gone with Gimme Danger instead of T.V. Eye. The Iggy Pop original is good too but it doesn’t have quite the same feeling of angst and emotional oomph that Ewan’s does. I guess it doesn’t have the same level of shock value as T.V. Eye, but melodically and thematically I think it’s a much better song. It is a crying shame that this performance was overlooked and I still hold hope in my heart that the Ewan recording is in storage somewhere, eventually to be released into the world. (Todd Haynes, take note).

Ballad of Maxwell Demon ✨ Shudder to Think

as sung by Jonathan Rhys Meyers / Craig Wedren

Flavor profile: a tall glass of rainbow dusted in glitter and charcoal

I have mixed feelings about this track because I can’t decide which version I like better. In general, I’m not a huge fan of JRM’s voice, but for this particular song, it fits the off-kilter he-might-kill-you-in-an-instant tone of the music video so well, it might actually be the better version. I don’t know… feel free to fight me on this, I might just change my mind. Again. But as for the song itself, the lyrics are so nonsensical they're borderline iconic. I mean, "the slap on my ass by a lipstick-kissed elbow glove"?

Top 5 for Sheer Vibes

Velvet Spacetime ✨ Carter Burwell (both versions)

Flavor profile: a smorgasbord of far-out sounds

Speaking of vacillating, I am pretty certain that there are two versions of this track, one of which we hear only briefly during the film. I like the OST version just fine because of how melodic and relaxing it is, but I wish they’d included the film version, which sounds more ominous and gritty. I think it appears during one of the “Arthur hot on the trail” scenes, when he’s walking to the subway or something? Anyway, FANTASTIC vibes from a film composer I’ve learned to love over the years.

2HB ✨ Roxy Music

as performed by Thom Yorke and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: a fizzy Bellini-style cocktail made with passionfruit and the finest champagne

This is such an interesting song from start to finish, and is used to beautiful effect in the film. My favorite version of course is the one with Jack Fairy at the end, during the Death of Glitter concert. “Your cigarette traces a ladder” is probably one of my favorite lyrics from the entire film – SO poetic.

20th Century Boy ✨ T.Rex

as performed by Placebo

Flavor profile: the chunkiest hunk of brittle you’ve ever sunk your teeth into

This song is just so perfect in every way, both in the film and on the OST. I find the melody a bit repetitive and the lyrics boring, which is why I didn’t include in my top faves list, but Placebo’s delivery of it is smashing, right down to the chunky guitar riffs at the very end. Leaves me with chills every time.

The Whole Shebang ✨ Grant Lee Buffalo

Flavor profile: a little bland until the bubbles start popping

A fluffy little song, but I love singing along with the chorus, and it’s a great fit for where it appears in the film. (Note to Todd Haynes and co: can we see the whole music video please? I love JRM’s Elvis-like sneer and head wobbles so much).

Needle in the Camel’s Eye ✨ Brian Eno

Flavor profile: sharp, sweet, sassy lemon

Also an interesting song to me, and one that fits the mood of the opening credits scene like a glove. With repeat listenings I’ve come to believe that even though it comes in hard with those brassy guitar chords, it’s actually not a very heavy song. The sheer joy and simplicity of it really shines through and captures the euphoric feeling of running through the streets with your best mates so well. I’m not even bothered by how repetitive the melody is, because each repetition brings something new with it.

NB: I’d never heard of Eno before and was intrigued to discover that snippets from a couple of his other songs were included in the film (Dead Finks and Fat Lady). They are more curiosities to me than anything I truly love, but I sometimes enjoy listening to them all the way through just for the hell of it.

Top 5 for that Retro Flavor

Do You Want to Touch Me (Oh Yeah!) ✨ Gary Glitter Joan Jett

Flavor profile: velvety-smooth with a little grit and spice sprinkled in

I do like the original version of this track but have a hard time stomaching the thought of supporting the original singer in any way. Thank goodness for Joan Jett’s excellent cover version!

Virginia Plain ✨ Roxy Music

Flavor profile: also smooth as velvet but with no grit to speak of, just bright fruity flavor

This song is pure fun from start to finish and matches the tone of the scene perfectly. I especially love how it ends right at the moment when Shannon is being introduced to the entourage.

Cosmic Dancer ✨ T.Rex

Flavor profile: warm and milky goodness

A delicately winding journey of a song. I love the soft intimacy of Mandy doing Brian’s makeup during it – wish we had one of those scenes for her and Jack or Curt too.

Ladytron ✨ Roxy Music

performed by Thom Yorke and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: can I say chocolate? Stoneground, with both sugar and spice of course.

This song grew on me, thanks in part to the distant bewitching intro before the quavering vocals set in. The guitar solos provide fire for the sex scene between Brian and Mandy, and I like how it fades out at the end (unlike the actual ending of their relationship).

Tumbling Down ✨ Steve Harley

as performed by Jonathan Rhys Meyers and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: whipped syllabub with bombastic notes of cherry and lime

This scene with JRM alone and gussied up as Maxwell Demon is possibly the most dramatic finale for a character I’ve ever seen in film or theatre, and I’ve seen a fair amount of both. His rendition of the song doesn’t quite seize me by the heart like other versions I’ve heard (especially the live Steve Harley version with guitar, harmonica and little else), but the musical backing more than makes up for it, along with the tawdry glamor and sparkle of costume and set. The song feels both retro and timeless somehow, despite (or because of?) the nonsensical lyrics, and I find myself singing them every now and then without quite knowing why. RIP Maxwell Demon.

Honorable Mentions

Sebastian ✨ Steve Harley

as sung by Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Flavor profile: a vanilla bean dipped in confectioner's sugar

This song gives me mixed feelings. On the one hand, it has the somber and dirge-like melody that doesn't always sit well with me, but on the other hand, something about JRM’s delivery of it, of Brian’s cool gaze over an audience that doesn’t quite despise him but definitely doesn’t appreciate his unique brand of showmanship, lingers with me. “Your lips ruby blue” – now there’s a line that’s hard to forget.

Diamond Meadows ✨ T.Rex

Flavor profile: huckleberry crumble with blobs of cream

It took me a little while to come around to this song, but I now think it underscores the Brian and Curt doll scene quite well. Childlike, bordering on naughty, and repeating in endearing loops until it abruptly cuts itself short. (That might describe much of Marc Bolan’s opus, come to think of it).

Symphony No. 6 in A Minor ✨ Gustav Mahler

Flavor profile: less of a flavor and more like a whiff of buttery, mouthwatering mystery

I didn’t recognize this as a Mahler piece for a while, but the clip played during Jack’s slow descent down the stairs at the Sombrero, and the following scene of him under intense scrutiny in the restaurant, fits SO well. Carter Burwell or whoever managed to interweave Mahler with 60s soul, glam rock stylings, and the Spacetime theme in the span of just a few minutes was at the top of their game. 💋

@25yearsofvelvetgoldmine

#ok now I'm craving dessert #or a good stiff drink #if a mix were a menu...#friyay #25yearsofvelvetgoldmine #velvet goldmine

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optimusphillip · 2 years ago

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OptimusPhillip Reviews — Transformers: Vintage Beast Wars Wolfang

Beast Wars has been getting a lot of love lately, and I for one am happy to see it. Between Kingdom coming out in 2021 and Rise of the Beasts coming out later this year, it's clear Hasbro is aware of how much fans love this unusual era of Transformers history. But the most surprising of these throwbacks has got to be the expansion of Transformers: Vintage from just G1 to include original Beast Wars toys. And we'll be looking at one of those today: Wolfang, the Maximal who might have actually been in the show, if not for budget restrictions forcing them to use Tigatron instead.

Beast Mode

As his name suggests, Wolfang transforms into a wolf, and quite a bulky wolf, at that. He reminds me of those excessively muscular dogs you'd find in Ripley's Believe It Or Not. Admittedly, most of that bulk comes from the fact that he has to turn into a robot, and the sculpted muscle is much more subdued. But regardless, he's got some unusual proportions going on. I don't really mind, though. He still looks plenty wolfish, and the added bulk just makes him look really powerful, rather than deformed in any way.

All of the wolf parts are cast in gray plastic, with a really nice fur texture sculpted all over, and a little bit of white airbrushing on the paws and the underside of the head. The nose is painted black, which is accurate, and the eyes are a solid green, which is less accurate, but it fits the Beast Wars aesthetic. Aside from that, the only other color comes from exposed robot parts. It looks alright, but I feel like he would have benefited from some more white, to really get across the look of the wolf.

Being a first-year Beast Wars toy, the articulation in this mode is very limited. Ball joints in the hips and hinges in the knees are all you get. The forelegs are permanently sculpted in a stalking position, which combined with his muscular appearance and the snarling expression, does give him an imposing look. Unfortunately, this means the leg joints aren't good for much in this mode... unless you want to make him pee, weirdly enough.

Conversion

Wolfang's transformation is not what I would call clean. In fact, a lot of the beast mode just kind of detaches and hangs off from the robot. The arms don't even attempt to hide on the wolf's underbelly. The head splits in half to form some shoulder pads, and the wolf shoulders form a pair of hip skirts, but the front legs just hang off the biceps and have nowhere to go. The hind legs actually transform quite cleverly, though. The lower legs of the robot fold out from the flanks of the wolf, and the wolf legs actually form the shins. I also appreciate that the integrated accessories don't have to come off for transformation. No partsforming today!

Robot Mode

In robot mode, Wolfang is looking rather stocky, not unlike his wolf mode. Like I said in the conversion section, most of the wolf parts just kind of hang off of the robot, but some of it actually kind of works as armor. I wish there was something that could've been done with the wolf's front legs, though. They're at least on ball joints, so you might be able to remove them, but I don't think that really fixes the problem.

Wolfang's head design is interesting to say the least. The helmet almost gives me Rhinox vibes, with the crest and the mohawk, but the weird part is definitely the gigantic chin-piece. His lower jaw just juts out half an inch from the rest of his face. It's a rather funny look, but it does actually serve a purpose.

As a first-year Beast Wars toy, Wolfang has a mutant head feature. In this case, it's a giant visor that flips down over his robot face, in an attempt to give him a wolf-man appearance. A lot of the detailing is washed out by the black paint, but the hackles do go a long way to selling the idea. This also explains the giant chin, as it forms the lower jaw of the mutant head. Honestly, as mutant heads go, I like this one. The visor effect plays well with the wolf kibble "armor" he has going on, almost making him feel like a knight. That said, if it doesn't do it for you, you can always just pop the part off and give him a more normal-looking head.

Beast Wars was a huge leap forward for Transformers articulation, and Wolfang does benefit from that. The neck is on a ball joint, with a little bit of wiggle room in all directions. He has ball-jointed shoulders for universal motion, bicep swivels, and 180 degrees of bend at the elbow. No waist articulation, but the hips are also on universal ball joints, and the knees have 180 degrees of bend. Not only that, but all of the wolf kibble is adjustable, meaning that it doesn't restrict his movement as much as you'd think. As a result, he can assume quite a few poses for a 90's action figure.

Going around to the back, you'll find Wolfang's "hidden weapons". The tail pulls out to become a gun, and the rest of the back comes off to form a giant shield. The shield requires a bit of transformation to get ready. There's a small square that flips around to reveal a handle, which I can't tell is supposed to lock out, or just float there. It looks like there's a catch, and the instructions seem to show it folding out farther, but all I've managed to accomplish in trying to flip it out that far is creating a massive stress mark, and the point at which it stops does feel natural, even if it doesn't lock anywhere. Rounding out the accessory loadout is a pair of anchor missiles that can either fire from his gun, or store in his back, giving him some belly spikes. The missiles don't fire very far, maybe a foot at most, but compared to the missile launchers on G1 reissues, I'll gladly take it.

But now is where we get into the problem with this release. Apparently, a softer plastic was used for the missiles on this version, presumably for safety reasons. Unfortunately, the missiles were cast from the same mold as the figure's biceps, and now those are made of the same, softer plastic, including the clips that hold the elbow joints in place. As a result, the forearms pop off very easily. The left arm holds together alright on mine, but the right arm wants to come apart every time I straighten the elbow. Mileage may vary, of course, but this seems to be a somewhat widespread issue. It's a shame, but because it involves the missiles, I don't know if Hasbro had any choice here (aside from retooling).

Final Thoughts

Wolfang is about what you would expect from a first-year Beast Wars figure. A couple interesting tricks and a lot of kibble. That said, the heavy armor aesthetic means he wears the kibble very well, and his use of the mutant head gimmick actually makes him feel more characterful. The weapons are well-integrated and play well with his design. The only issue I can't forgive is the elbows. Being a non-show character, I don't expect there's a lot of nostalgia out there for this figure compared to most of the other Vintage releases, but I still think he's a good toy, and would recommend him to those curious. At the very least, he's probably a better use of your money than Retrax.

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Hi Tom,

To explain my delayed reply, I took myself on a three-day bender and am just now coming down. Lost my phone a couple of hours in on the first day, but I half suspect that little fuckwad swiped my phone when I wasn’t looking to play Candy Crush or some shit like that. Anyway, I’m back now; thanks for the advice. It’s not like these fuckers come with a user manual, although I damn near think you got this Master shit down to a science with the way you got your boy whipped into shape.

To answer your question, the little fuckwad tried to bash my head in with a rock before his escape attempt. Once I got his sorry ass back, I busted his jaw with it hard enough to knock out some teeth. How’s that for “even” enough for ya? Don’t you worry; one thing about me is that I always follow through on a threat. I would've even done more, gone further, but unfortunately, I have to keep his head intact and only slightly jumbled so my brother can use his freak-ass brain to weed out shady fucks in dry-cleaned suits. But I got to him in other ways; really made him squeal, if ya catch my drift. There’s some things isn’t so tolerant of, and just my luck, one of which just so happened to be a favorite pastime.

I suppose that’s a difference between you and me. Where’s the fun in total submission 24/7? I like the chase, the confused fear, the defiant-candied anger in his eyes, and how he fights back and thinks he has a chance of winning. Nothing like watching him crumble and hearing him scream once he realizes the struggle was all for nothing and he can’t escape me. Gets my blood hot and pumping where I want it to go. My boy can hold his own and is much more resilient than he looks, I’ll admit. He only looks like a delicate little thing. I suppose the feistiness is a trade-off; without the fire, there’s no fight, and the fight is just the warm-up for the main event.

I oughta give that keyword thing a try since “shut the fuck up and beat it” has apparently lost all meaning with this one. There’s some joke in there about a Mystic empath not being able to read the fucking room. Thing is, I know he’s smart, smart enough to play dumb and try to work me almost as much as I’m working him. But I got his ass chained up in the basement now, and he knows he’s fucked. He’s scared as shit. Starving him and having him beg for food and water while grinding him to a pulp sure has weakened his resolve; we are just on the cusp of a true breakthrough; I can feel it. Luckily he has many fears I can pray on, but for this training, I think it’s time for the cattle prod to shine. I got a dog theme going on, since he likes to bite and growl and act like a wild fucking animal. Made sure he can’t walk anymore, too, so he’s even on all fours 24/7; he sure is living up to that Scrappy Doo nickname I gave him, right? Think a clicker or whistle will work in place of a keyword command?

He wasn’t originally purchased on the grounds of him being a fucktoy, hence why he’s so shit at taking dick and not crying about it. Some fucking hand-me-down I got. Smart move on your end, getting Khaled so young and molding him to how you want from day one. You don’t have to break him from years of bad habits. I’m envious. Mine? There’s too much pride, too much dignity. How many slaves you know have walk-in closets full of designer couture and a whole separate lower wing of the house all to themselves? Expensive pet, spoiled fucking rotten, thinks he’s hot shit and above it all; forgets he’s a fucking slave and nothing more than a cock warmer to me. I’ve thought about putting him in training, but honestly, I can’t stand the thought of someone else using him. Guess I’m possessive over what’s mine, even if I didn’t want it in the first place.

There isn’t much worse than me out there, even though he knows I could be worse still, but I think he forgets that. I show him small mercies, ones he’s too blind to see and therefore can’t appreciate. I could have chopped his whole foot off instead of only cutting his Achilles tendon. I could have sewn his eyes shut instead of just breaking his glasses, thrown him ass-naked in a walk-in freezer instead of just the basement, cut his tongue out instead of fastening a gag in his mouth (but I can’t sacrifice the wonders that tongue does, can I?), could have gotten his stomach removed instead of just starving him-I think you get the point. But maybe I need to cut the cord as they say, learn to control my jealousy and show him something worse than me, like how you scared Khaled with your underboss and capos. If he could still walk, I’d send him to my brother for grave duty to remind him that he could be one of the next John Does.

But Tom, man-to-man, how do you control your possessive nature and leash the jealousy of another man soiling your perfect creation you built brick by brick? Khaled is a work of art, a fucking exhibit.

Wyatt here, this one’s for Tom. Everyone else kick rocks, this is some Master-to-Master talk only!

*waits till everyone leaves*

I noticed how well trained your boy is, what’s your secret? Mines an annoying little fuckwad and I can’t stand him!

I’ve given my boy some proper ass whoopings and punished him in more ways than one don’t get me wrong, but right when I think I’ve cured him of his bitchyness, he starts throwing me more attitude or giving me the stink eye! He has quite a vicious mouth on him too, and not in the good way.😒

I won’t lie, I like it sometimes—he’s spunky and that can be fun, but mostly I just want him to shut up and step into line without a fuss. He doesn’t respond to positive reinforcing, not like he deserves it, and he doesn’t give affection. Won’t freely submit either, gotta bleed or beat him half to death or threaten him to get him to comply! He’s spiteful and holds a grudge, even tried killing me and running off; a shit slave if I’m honest with you. Mom gave him too much wiggle room and he thinks he deserves to be treated better—a fucktoy wants to be a real boy! What a joke!

An associate of mine advised to put him in a weekly schedule so he knows what I expect out of him for…you know. Have you done this, is it effective at all? Or did I just get a bad egg and you got lucky?

T: Well, first off, thank you for giving me the goddamn recognition that I’m owed! 😏 Yes, Khaled did turn out pretty well under my hand, and hopefully I can give you some advice that will help you get yours under control.

First of all, slaves are simple creatures that best respond to pain. You seem to be off to a good start, but I’m going to remind you to make the punishment proportional to the crime. The little shit tried to kill you? Cool, then punish him with the weapon he tried to kill you with! Always follow through on threats, something I’m sure you are already doing, but needs to be said anyway.

What I think your real problem is, is that you enjoy the defiant streak in your slave. I for one didn’t tolerate any feistiness under my roof, but you do you, I guess. If you want to preserve that defiant streak for the odd occasion but overall want a meek and submissive slave, then that may take a bit more effort on your part.

Perhaps you could instigate a key word or phrase that means ‘shut up and step into line’ when you’re completely serious about compliance. Then if your little fuck hole ignores you after that word, follow up with a punishment that best suits him (ideally something that preys on his deepest fears). Consistently use that word when you want compliance, consistently punish if/when he doesn’t listen, and eventually, I’m sure your little fuck hole will understand and yield to you with one little key word.

I’ve heard this is the best way to ensure obedience and submission, but I’ve never really had that problem with Khaled. One or two traumatizing beatings were more than enough to get him to fall into line! This might be because I got him first-hand, straight from the auction floor, when he was still young. He barely had time to figure out who he was himself, so I got to shape him into the perfect slut for me 😉 However, I sometimes think he takes me for granted, so I’ve passed him off to my underboss and my capos sometimes, if only to remind him that he could have it so much worse than me. He remembers pretty quickly, and has literally come crawling back to me on more than one instance.

#sorry for this late ass reply-Wyatt was...caught up apparently lol #Wyatt & Tom can both go to hell 🙃#multiple whumpers #whumpers canoodling #tw sa mention

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years ago

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Has anyone told you today that you're amazing? I hope so, but if not, allow me to be the first: You're amazing and kind and clever and I appreciate you taking a moment to read my work! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 5,400

Warnings: Minor injuries, blood, medical treatment, arguments.

Pain Patch (Patch + Kix)

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You had never thought much of Kix. Not in the sense that you disliked him in any particular way, but you didn’t see him often. You literally didn’t think about him, so you didn’t have much in the way of an opinion.

That had all changed the moment you stepped into the medbay.

The medic was known among the residents of the Resolute as being the handsome one among the troopers. You had shrugged that off as some kind of clone humor, but even the other members of the workforce program had made comments here and there. Honey seemed immune to whatever charm his appearance had - thankfully, since working with him would be even more difficult nursing a crush - but the others had mentioned him as the best-looking trooper.

None of them were ugly, not by any stretch of the imagination. Strong jaws, piercing eyes, and full-lipped mouths were common to every trooper, but you had to admit that each one wore it a little differently.

Kix wore his looks with a sense of strength mixed with stoic caring. He looked like he would be firm with patients, but always considerate of their welfare. It was a face that you liked to see on a medic, and you wanted to trust him immediately. Unfortunately, trust wasn’t your best thing, and you were proven right.

Honey greeted you immediately as you walked into the medbay, wearing most of your tools around your waist. You had just gotten done fixing a leak in the Resolute’s heating system and were almost finished for the night. You would have gone to shower after the last job, especially since it had left you covered in the dust that collected in any ventilation system of a ship housing mammalian life-forms, but Honey had asked you to come look at something in the medbay. You had come here as a favor, choosing to respond quickly rather than add it to your list of jobs for the following day.

“Hey, Patch!” Honey called, setting down a datapad and approaching you. “Thanks for coming. I’m sorry to keep you out so late.”

“It’s okay,” you assured her, trying to get to the point without being rude. You really did like Honey and you didn’t want to offend her. “What needs fixed?”

“That machine over there,” another trooper called. The 5 tattooed on his temple identified him clearly enough. “Whenever Kix tries to use it, it makes a horrible noise. Like this…”

Fives began doing his best impression of a nightmarish screeching that could be either mechanical or demonic in origin, but was cut off by Kix.

“Yes, thank you, Fives,” he said sharply. “I’m thrilled you’re spending enough time in my medbay to know the noises things make in here. Honey, I thought I told you that I didn’t need you to call your mechanic friend to fix it.”

Honey’s brows crinkled guiltily and you cleared your throat. “I’m not just Honey’s friend, Kix. I’m the mechanic for everything that goes wrong on this ship. I’ll fix your… whatever that is.”

“You don’t even know what it is, but you’re going to try to fix it?” Kix asked incredulously.

Honestly, it was always easier to fix something if you knew what it was - or, more importantly, what it did - but Kix’s clear doubt in your skills made you feel the need to show him up. “Nah, I don’t need to know. All I need to do is open it up and I’ll figure it out.”

Kix narrowed his eyes at you. “That’s a new, very expensive machine. It took me the better part of two months to convince the GAR that we needed one. If you break it, there will not be a replacement. Thank you for offering, but I think we’ll wait until we’re back in port.”

“I can do it,” you insisted.

“This is a blood gas analyzer,” Kix told you sternly. “If any of the men experience a depressurization on the rest of this mission, this machine is my best bet for diagnosing problems with their oxygen levels. If you break this machine, any man affected that way could die.”

“And how many can you effectively diagnose with a broken machine?” you countered. Fives barked out an obnoxious laugh and Honey covered her smile with a cough.

Kix glared. “Fine. But if you break it-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll owe you my firstborn or whatever,” you waved off.

Looking startled, Kix asked, “Why would I-?”

“Oh, it’s not in the firstborn price-range, then?” you asked waspishly. It had been a long day, and every moment of conversation with the medic was another moment less rest you would get before the next busy day. “Well, let’s operate on the refreshing hope that I know how to do my job. If I break it, tally up the total and send me a bill.”

With an outright scowl, Kix said, “I don’t appreciate-”

“Kix, what goes in section 47.a again?” Honey asked loudly, distracting the medic from whatever threat he was going to make. You shot her a grateful look and began working on the machine.

The machine itself was smaller than you would have expected, roughly the same width as your shoulders and no deeper than your arm was long. It was mounted on a podium-like structure that elevated it to eye-height for the troopers. The podium was carefully designed to look like a support structure, but you were skeptical. After only a bit of exploration, you found the wires that traced down into that support and found a hinge. The podium held additional mechanisms and parts - the actual mechanics of the medical machine.

After you pried off the fancy cover - inwardly scoffing at the 'Do Not Remove' notice - you were far more at home. For all of the fancy diagnoses the machine was capable of producing, it was still just that - a machine. Bolts and wires, just like every other broken junk heap you had fixed up since you had arrived here.

Unfortunately, Honey's distraction didn't last forever and Kix soon ended up standing behind you once more. He puffed out a breath as you ran your hands over the surface. “Kark, that’s part of the machine? I thought it was a stabilization structure.”

You didn’t bother offering a reply to that. Instead, you began tracing the wires, making sure that each was in good shape. It was a fairly simple machine, all things considered… at least, from a mechanic’s perspective, it was. There were other things that could go wrong.

“I’ll check this out, but it might be a problem with the software rather than the mechanisms of the machine,” you said, voice distant with so much of your focus on what your hands were doing. “You might end up having to talk to Bug. She’s a programmer. She can check out the internal systems for problems in the code.”

“A programmer?” Kix echoed, sounding disgruntled. “That’s almost as bad as a mechanic.”

You snarled silently at the machine, but managed to keep yourself from saying anything too sharp. You were almost done, and you could leave without incident. Stars willing, you would never have a reason to cross paths with the cranky medic again.

"Be careful with that!" that cranky medic snapped, startling you so badly that you almost ripped the wire you were holding from its socket.

"Kix, please let me do my job," you requested as patiently as you could - not very, but you tried. "The longer you stand here talking to me, the longer it will take me to finish it."

"I'm not worried about how long it will take you," Kix said, sounding almost disgusted. “I’m more concerned with the fact that you’re going to destroy a piece of machinery I count on to protect my men-”

A loud chiming noise from the medic’s comlink cut off whatever speech he had been ready to throw your way. Still, he managed to glare at you while he answered. “Kix.”

“Uh, hey, Kix, it- it’s Count? In inventory?”

Kix’s face softened slightly as he said, “Hey, Count. What can I do for you?”

You fought the urge to glare, choosing instead to concentrate on checking the wires. Every trooper on the Resolute had seemed to adopt Count. You didn’t begrudge her that, obviously, but you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be universally liked.

Count’s painfully shy voice gained a hint of ease at the lessened hostility in Kix’s tone. “I wanted to let you know that the new supply order is coming in soon - it should be here in about fifteen minutes, actually. If you still need those new linens for the medbay, this is going to be your best chance.”

“Yeah, I do,” Kix replied. “Can you save me a dozen sets?”

“Well…” Count hedged. “I’m not actually in the inventory bay right now, and the distribution droids are programmed to work on a first-come, first-served basis. You’ll have to be there in-person if you want the linens. Otherwise, I can’t promise anything.”

Kix breathed a heavy, irritated sigh. It was more directed at you than at Count, but you could hear the guilt crackling through the comlink as she said, “I’m sorry, Kix. I would have left instructions to set them aside for you, but I’ve been so busy lately, I just forgot-”

“Don’t you worry about it, Count!” Fives called from across the medbay, startling Honey as she worked on a datapad. “Don’t let Kix bully you. He’s just in a mood today.”

“It’s fine, Count,” Kix assured, scowling openly at Fives. “I’ll try to get to the inventory bay. Thank you for the warning.”

He ended the call and glanced around the medbay. “All right, everyone out. I have to go pick up some linens.”

“Fine by me,” Fives agreed. “Honey, you wanna move this party somewhere a little more... romantic?”

You didn’t even have to look to know that the trooper was waggling his eyebrows. Choosing to ignore him, you leaned out from behind the machine. “I can’t leave this now. I’ll be good here, though. I’ll probably have it finished up before you get back.”

“I’m not leaving you in here alone,” Kix refused. “Just come back later.”

Your eyes stung and you almost swayed from weariness. The idea of having to leave and kill half an hour before coming back and doing more work left you cranky. “No. I’m finishing this now. Stay or leave, it’s up to you. It doesn’t matter a bit to me.”

That was actually kind of a lie. If he left, he would stop harassing you and you would be able to finish faster. But... then he wouldn't be there when you fixed the machine. You desperately wanted to see the look on his face when he realized how badly he had underestimated your skills.

So, maybe your lie was better after all. Certainly less confusing.

"I need to be here," Kix argued. "You need supervision."

"Supervision?" you repeated, caught somewhere between offense and laughter. "You thought most of the mechanisms were a table!"

Kix flushed slightly red under the smooth tan of his skin and a dangerous look crossed his face.

"Why don't I just go get the linens?" Honey asked, obviously trying to cut off whatever Kix had been getting ready to say. "That way, you can stay and… uh, supervise Patch, but we still get the supplies we need for the medbay."

You paused to look up at Kix, who was frowning but not speaking. He was probably trying to think of a reason that wouldn't work, but was coming up with nothing. Unbelievable that he would work so hard to avoid being in the same space as you.

Fives clapped his hands against his thighs and stood. "Great idea! I'll go with you, help you transport the supplies back."

As he and Honey started for the door of the medbay, you refocused on the machine's guts. At this rate, you would be finished before the pair ever left, and then it would be a non-issue.

Kix had followed them to the door, glancing between their rapidly retreating figures and you. He finally settled on calling, "Just hang on-!"

He stopped short and you paused, waiting to hear what protestation he came up with, but he only asked, "What happened to you two?"

An explanation apparently happened out of earshot, because you heard Kix's displeased voice say, "Well, he's definitely going to need stitches. Sit down, both of you."

He led a bleeding trooper and a sheepish-looking Bug into the medbay. You barely managed to keep from shaking your head as you kept working. Who else but her? Honestly, you were only shocked that Bug hadn't already been here when you came in.

Kix snagged a clean wad of gauze from his desk and passed it to the trooper. "Hardcase, press this on your lip."

As he urged them to a bed, Kix caught your gaze and scowled. "Can you hurry up?"

You glared at him. "Can you? It sounds like you've got your hands full anyway."

"That doesn't mean I want to be stuck here all night while you twiddle some wires together!"

"Twiddle some wires together?" you asked, barely restraining yourself from throwing an extremely disrespectful gesture his way. Instead, you settled on ducking your head back toward the wires and loudly muttering, "No wonder nothing works on this fates-damned ship."

Kix turned his attention back to his patient and you bent to check on the wiring as quickly as you could. The sooner you got out of there, the better.

Finally, you checked the last wire and tightened the last node. If the problem was something you could fix, this would be when the machine worked. You reached up to turn on the readout screen, but there was no response. You swore.

"Can you avoid abusing my blood gas analyzer for ten seconds? I have to do my vital, life-saving job."

There was no real excuse for what you said next, but you were tired, irritated at Kix, and livid at the idea that you would have to admit that you had been wrong, that you couldn't fix it after all. So when you unleashed a venomous retort to Kix that strayed vaguely into graphic territory, he looked surprised, Hardcase grinned, and Bug shouted encouragement.

You felt the need to warn your friend about Kix's attitude: "Just wait, Bug. You might get your own chance. He looks down on your job, too."

That made you think, though: you had checked all of the internal wiring and mechanics of the machine, but it still wouldn't turn on. That meant that it was in perfect condition. If the problem was in its programming, it would have turned on and displayed an error that Bug could fix. No, it was a mechanical problem after all.

"I don't look down on anything," Kix argued. "But obviously, whatever you did didn't work, because it's still broken!"

You stood up, seized with a sudden knowledge of how to fix the problem. "Well, I've checked every stupid part it has. It's just being stubborn."

And then you gave it a tap with your hydrospanner, gradually increasing the strength of the taps until they were firm, sounding loudly against the metal hull of the machine. Sometimes, a solid whack against something like this could make it work. You were sure it had a better explanation - forcing connections together or jarring pieces until they fit more firmly - but it felt like getting revenge on something that was throwing a fit.

Kix had started in your direction almost the moment you had first tapped the machine, and was far closer when he said, “Stop that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes it’s the only way to get stubborn machines working.”

His jaw tensed. “You’ll break it.”

You watched him, and you could feel the daring and curiosity mingling on your face as you whacked the hydrospanner against the metal a final time.

Kix had closed the distance between you in half a moment, catching your wrists and pinning them to the wall on either side of you as he frowned ferociously down at you. Stars, all the troopers were so much stronger than they looked. You itched to do something - whether it was to hit him or kiss him, you weren’t entirely sure. He seemed to be struggling in a similar way, his gaze bouncing between your eyes and your mouth as his grimace softened into something closer to a confused intensity. He moved closer, the movement so slight that you weren’t sure whether he had actually meant to make it or not.

“Should we leave?” Bug asked in the tone that meant she was going to be as irritating as possible for the foreseeable future.

Kix dropped your wrists immediately, the cool air rushing in against the warmth that his hands had left on your skin. He had retreated to Hardcase’s side before you had collected yourself. You turned back to the machine, trying to push aside whatever had just happened as you tried one more time to turn it on.

The readout screen flickered once before going dark again as you sighed in irritation. You had done everything you could, and the only thing that had worked was hitting it with a hydrospanner. If the light hits you had delivered had caused the flash of power you had seen just then, maybe you just needed a harder hit-? But Kix would be mad, and you really weren’t trying to purposefully upset him.

But, in the end, you were here to fix the machine, not to protect Kix's delicate sensibilities. Besides, maybe he wouldn't be that mad? He had seemed to feel whatever strange draw there had been between you two…

"Okay, hold still," Kix was saying, and you grimaced. If you were going to make a random loud noise, it would be best not to do it when Kix was doing something that required precision.

You braced your feet, raised the hydrospanner and swung it at the machine with intentional force. The noise cut through the room and Kix froze, shoulders tensed. He paused for a moment as the sound faded. Bug and Hardcase stared at you in the horrible quiet, just as curious to see Kix's reaction as you were.

He started to turn and you slipped the hydrospanner back into its loop on your belt. By the time he was facing your way, you were studying the machine. There was a noticeable dent where you had hit the metal, but it seemed otherwise unharmed.

"Get out," Kix ordered and you tried not to flinch at the venom in his tone. "Get out of my medbay and don't come back."

You weren't going to show him any reaction. You carefully wiped every trace of emotion from your face as you picked up your tools. But you flat-out refused to leave without knowing if your idea had been proven correct.

You pressed the reset button and the power button, watching with satisfaction as it immediately switched on. The readout screen lit up with a smooth ease that you took as a direct credit to your skills.

With that done, you left the medbay, pushing past Kix. You don't know when he had moved to stand in the middle of the walkway, but it wasn't your problem anymore. So he didn't want you in his medbay? Fine. When the next thing broke, he could fix it himself.

If you had been sticking with your original plan, you would have gone to your bunk, but the interaction had left you wide-awake. Sleep wouldn't come for a while, so you decided to start on the long list of things that needed to be worked on the next day. First up was a fighter with a spotty navigational system.

To your surprise, you found Count leaving the hangar bay with a trooper.

“What are you doing here?” you both asked each other simultaneously.

Count ducked her head, but she shot a smile back at the trooper. “Patch, have you met Denal?”

The trooper waved and you waved back. “I guess not. I’m Patch. What are you guys doing in here? Is this why you couldn’t save Kix those linens?”

“Oh, are you and Kix…” Denal trailed off, clearly waffling for the right expression.

“Pissed at each other? Fighting? Mortal enemies?” you suggested. “Yes to all.”

“What happened?” Count asked, sounding just sympathetic enough that you told her everything, but not sympathetic enough that you would start crying from frustration.

When you had finished with the whole tale, Count - shy, lovely, got-along-with-everyone Count - was ready to march to the medbay herself. “But your intuition fixed his machine when nothing else could! How could he be so horrible? That- That-”

“Di’kut,” Denal helpfully interjected, and both women stared at him. He shrugged. “It’s Mando’a for idiot.”

“I would have gone with something stronger, but sure. Di’kut.” You sighed and shook your head. “But now I’m too irritated to sleep, so I’m going to get some work done. You never said why the two of you were here, either. I didn’t forget.”

Count stammered out some kind of answer, but Denal’s face broke into a wide smile. “I painted Count on the side of a fighter! Wanna see?”

“Of course I do,” you agreed immediately while Count tried to tell you that you didn’t have to. Exasperatedly, you told her, “I know I don’t have to, Count. I just really, really want to. Come on, you’re on the side of a fighter! How cool is that?”

The painting really was excellent. You were going to compliment it either way, if only for Denal’s excellent choice of subject, but it looked great. You were no artist, but if you were to judge from the work, Denal had some serious feelings for Count. You opened your mouth to ask if you could speak to Count in private, but you caught that their hands were entwined, tucked by their sides where they could be subtle about it. You guessed she already knew.

“Fantastic work, Denal,” you complimented again. “You look great up there, Count. You’ll make the men fight even harder. Anyway, I should get to work. See you guys later.”

Count sent you a skeptical look. “Just make sure you don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promised.

But you worked through the night and into the late morning. Your list of work orders was finished and you told your supervisor that you were going to get some sleep. When you finally woke up, it was the early evening and your stomach was making truly terrible noises.

The mess was almost empty since the first shift hadn’t ended yet, the second shift was already at work, and the third shift workers were mostly still sleeping. Still, you ran into Helper and shared some pleasant conversation over the meal. When you stood to leave, Helper stood as well, sending you a grateful smile.

“It’s been a while since I did anything other than look at a datapad while I ate,” she admitted. “Thanks for the break!”

“Rex keeping you pretty busy?” you asked sympathetically.

“No, no,” she denied immediately, but laughed when you gave her a skeptical look. “Okay, yes, but he’s always telling me not to work so hard. He didn’t ask for an assistant, but he’s so stressed all the time… I just feel like I need to do what I can, you know?”

“I get that, but make sure you take care of yourself.”

“Oh, hey…” Helper said suddenly. “Are you busy right now? Like, work-wise?”

“What needs fixed?” you asked, trying not to sound as tired as you felt.

“Uh, the lighting in the captain’s office. He hasn’t said anything about it, but I know it gives him a headache,” she admitted. “I’m sorry. I know you have a lot going on as well-”

“It’s fine,” you assured her. “I finished today’s stuff earlier today. Besides, if it bothers the captain, it probably bothers you, too.”

After making sure that Captain Rex wasn’t in the office, you agreed to come fix it. Electrical work was fiddly and even more of a pain if someone else was there.

On your way out, you and Helper were stopped by a trooper with a large Republic cog tattoo on his head. “Hey, you’re the mechanic, right? Patch?”

“Yeah?” you confirmed curiously.

“Kix is looking for you,” he said, looking you up and down with a frown.

You crossed your arms. “Well, if you see him, tell him I have no interest in seeing him.”

“If it’s a medical exam, you should just go in. Kix always finds who he’s looking for.” The trooper’s eyes rested on Helper. “Oh, it's you. I need to fill out some paperwork. I’ll be by in an hour.”

“Unfortunately, the captain’s office will be off-limits for the rest of the night,” Helper told him. “Feel free to stop by tomorrow.”

The trooper gave a short, grimacing nod and disappeared past you into the mess hall. You glanced at Helper. “He was unpleasant.”

She sighed. “That was Jesse. He doesn’t seem to like me too much. But it’s fine; you can’t get along with everybody. Let’s get to the captain’s office.”

And that was how you ended up elbow-deep in the ceiling of Captain Rex’s office, balanced on a ladder. Helper had left to run some errands, so you were alone in the quiet office. You were too tired, way too tired to be doing electrical work, but you had found the problem. You were almost done… and then you lost your balance, overcorrected, and the ladder went out from under you.

You hit the edge of Captain Rex’s desk with your hip and managed to land mostly on your feet. Relieved and a bit shaken at how badly that could have ended, you checked yourself over. There was very little damage, except that you had caught your left forearm on a piece of the ceiling as you fell. It wasn’t a long cut, but it was bleeding profusely.

“Hutt-dancing hells!” you hissed, trying to decide between pressing something to the cut to stop the bleeding or going to rinse it out first. Where was the nearest refresher?

A knock on the door broke your concentration on the Resolute’s layout. “Is everything okay in there?”

You fought the urge to swear again. Trooper’s voices were almost identical, but you would bet this one belonged to Kix. “Fine, thanks.”

There was a pause. “I don’t believe you.”

And the door opened, showing Kix with his best ‘skeptical medic’ face on. To his credit, he didn’t visibly react to finding you there. Instead, he gently grabbed your arm and studied your injury. You did your best to pull away, but his grip was firm.

“Yeah, this needs to be cleaned and bandaged,” he summarized. “You’ll probably need some stitches, as well.”

“Too bad I’m banned from the medbay,” you snarked, trying again to pull your arm away. It stung badly enough without the extra burn of embarrassment.

Kix’s face fell slightly. “I’ve been trying to find you so I could apologize. I lost my temper and said some things I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry about that. Will you please come to the medbay so I can treat this?”

You glanced up at the ceiling. You had almost been done… “I don’t suppose I could finish this job first?”

“Unless your goal is to bleed in the captain’s lights, I don’t think so,” Kix said with a slight smile to soften the words.

“Fine,” you accepted with a sigh. “But, because you were such a pain last time, I’m going to be the worst patient of all time.”

“If that’s what it takes,” Kix agreed.

And you certainly did your best. You complained about everything you could think of. You cursed him soundly when he disinfected the cut and again when he started stitching. You told him he was taking too long (he wasn’t) and that his stitches weren’t straight (they were). With every insult and threat, Kix just gave a kind smile or an occasional dry reply. He never lost his temper with you.

When he had finished applying a layer of bacta to the fresh stitches and covered your forearm with a protective bandage, he patted your wrist. “Nice effort, but you weren’t even close to the worst patient I’ve ever had.”

“Well… That’s just… You have some terrible patients.” Kix grinned and nodded, but you shook your head. “I feel like that wasn’t even revenge. You didn’t even get irritated.”

“You know what would really work to get back at me?” Kix asked.

You leaned forward slightly, intrigued by the glint in his whiskey-colored eyes, but the medbay doors opened before he could answer his own question.

Kix stood as the trooper came into view. “Hawk, what happened?”

Hawk smiled, but even that small expression looked tense. “My cockpit depressurized during a test flight. I got things back under control pretty quickly, but Appo said I had to get looked over.”

“Good man,” Kix murmured, before looking at you. “I’ll be right back. Stay here for another few minutes?”

You nodded, engrossed in what was happening. Even if he had asked you to leave, you probably wouldn’t have. If memory served, this meant he would need to use the infamous blood gas analyzer…

“Have a seat over here,” Kix told him. “I need to take some blood and we’ll check to make sure everything is okay.”

Within a minute, Kix had drawn a sample of Hawk’s blood and fed it into the machine. He chatted with the pilot while the blood gas analyzer worked. Kix looked fully confident and at ease, but you were being slowly devoured by guilt and fear. You kept making eye contact with the dent in the machine’s protective covering. Somehow, the bent shape managed to look accusatory.

It beeped when it had finished and you could only hope that no one had noticed you jumping in your seat. Kix studied the screen’s findings and smiled back at Hawk. “Looks like everything is within normal ranges. You may experience some fatigue, along with pain or soreness in your joints. Take it easy for today and tomorrow, and come back here if you need some pain meds.”

Hawk left with a quick thanks to Kix and a curious look in your direction. As soon as the doors had closed behind him, you frowned up at Kix. “What if- I mean, I’m fully confident in my abilities, but… what if that machine isn’t really fixed? What if it’s giving out false readings?”

Kix watched you steadily through your nervous questions. “Patch, I ran every diagnostic test on that machine I possibly could and it passed every one. You fixed it and I’m grateful, especially since I wasn’t exactly pleasant to you at the time. Which brings me back to what I was saying earlier. Can I make it up to you?”

“How?” you asked, not meaning to sound as suspicious as you did.

“Let me make you dinner,” he requested, and you could only blink at him. “I put in a request for some ingredients with Count right after you left the medbay. They should come in on the next shipment.”

“Wait, you cook?”

Kix laughed openly at that. “No, not really, but I asked Greens for some foods that are easy and nutritious. She pointed me in the right direction. And told me I was a di’kut to you.”

“I mean, we were both idiots,” you compromised, thinking of how hard you had smacked the blood gas analyzer.

Kix’s eyebrows shot up. “Mechanical talent and you speak Mando’a? You have to let me make dinner for you.”

“You know what?” you asked, only slightly relishing the look of trepidation on Kix’s face. “I accept.”

“Good,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, I’ll go back to the Captain’s office with you. You need someone to help so you don’t tear your stitches.”

“And are you going to point out every little thing you think I’m doing wrong?” you asked with a fierce glare.

“Not until I see an actual fire starting,” Kix promised.

“Deal,” you accepted, heading for the main doors of the medbay. “Then, keep up, assistant!”

Kix groaned playfully and you grinned. This was going to be fun.

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A/N - Hawk's symptoms are symptoms associated with altitude decompression sickness - the thing that affects pilots if their cockpit depressurizes. If you've ever heard about divers getting 'the bends' (or experienced it personally, if you're the adventurous type), altitude decompression sickness is actually very similar.

Also, I refuse to apologize for the cheesy chapter names in this fic. They make me happy!

Taglist - @rexs-wife @sugarpuffsstuff @stargazingthenightaway @just-some-girl-92 @kimageddon @ladysongmaster @carodealmeida @adriiibell @nomercyforthewarrior @boomtowngirl @quietplaceinthestars @bitchylittleredhead @blck-omen @lackofhonor @captxin-rex @louise-12 @salaminus @literallydontlook @kaorikoizumi @archivedreading @lucyhelena @hikime @808tsuika @ladykatakuri @shawtyitsyou @leotatombs

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago

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Just One - John Winchester smut

The one where John has been obsessed with killing you but now that he found you...

Warnings: smut, as close to hatefucking as I can write, witch!reader, masturbation (f), oral (m, f), dirty talk, degradation laced with praise?, hairpulling kink, namecalling (bitch, whore), John wants it to hurt, slight size kink (blink and you’ll miss), p in v, spanking, biting, unprotected sex, cumplay, unspecified age gap

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @negans-attagirl. This most likely celebrates my last time writing for John! Special thanks to my @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this even though she’s not really into Supernatural! I love you for it!

I knew he was there. Watching. I’d been running away from him for so long, it felt like second nature now - to look over my shoulder, hold my breath when a stranger got too close. Watch the shadows and see if they took the form of a well-built man who wanted nothing more than to see me dead.

But I didn’t just wait around for my inevitable ending, oh no. I’d studied him just as much as he did to me, prepared myself for what was to come as I fled the state and traveled borders in the hopes of throwing him off. I concocted potions and spells and thought about everything I could do to him whenever he found me again.

Most of all, I thought of him. How could I not? Not only was he my main concern in this life, but the man was just walking sin. And if I were to go down, I was determined to at least go down on him before he killed me.

So I slowly left the diner across from the motel I’d been hiding in for the last three weeks and returned to my room, making sure to leave the door unlocked while I took off my clothes. The sound of the door closing behind me wasn’t unmistakable, and we both knew that. “Feel like joining me?” I asked as I sat down on the bed and spread my legs for his eyes, my hand traveling down my body, playing with my nipples before settling between my thighs. He didn’t look confused, not even for a moment.

This sexual tension between us, it’d never been one-sided. It was there from the beginning, electrifying our interactions as desire swirled in the air around us. I was convinced it was the main reason why he couldn’t just let me go.

He leaned his head to the side, but didn’t say anything. He was too focused on what I was doing, the way my fingers rubbed my clit before dipping inside my hole only to come back up wetter, the sounds of my actions filling the air around us.

“I don’t see why not.” The words sent a thrill up my spine, and without even stopping to consider what I was doing, I dropped to my knees before him, reaching out for his jeans. “Can’t let you get off all by yourself.”

I hummed appreciatively as I stuck out my tongue to lick the red head of his cock, already intoxicated with his taste. “Such a gentleman… even when you’re planning to kill me.” His chuckle was like thunder, reverberating through me and making my clit throb as I wrapped my lips around his member.

“It would be a waste if I didn’t put this pretty mouth to work.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip until I licked it and enveloped it with my mouth, making him groan. “So fucking warm. I’m gonna enjoy filling this hole with my cock.”

His words had me clenching around nothing, the overwhelming wetness that dripped from me now slathering the inside of my thighs, no doubt reaching the floor. It made me desperate to please him, desperate to fill my mouth with his cock.

So I wrapped my lips around the head of his member and began sucking, at first looking up to see his darkened, lust-filled eyes before actually closing mine to fully appreciate his taste, the weight of him on my tongue.

I licked every single inch of his skin until my saliva coated his member. It was a beautiful cock, a cock that deserved to be worshiped. I wasn’t one to enjoy being on my knees too much, but his thickness was just too tempting. I needed to pay it the proper respects.

So I took him as well as I could, ignoring the way tears rose to my eyes as I willingly choked myself on his cock, trying my best to breathe through my nose in an effort to reach his navel.

I wasn’t able to. But he didn’t seem to mind, hand wrapped around my hair, forcing my movements as I slobbered all over his dick. “Such a good little cocksucker…” he absentmindedly commented, almost to himself.

“Were you expecting me?” I looked up to see him looking down at me, actually waiting for an answer. So I pulled away, wiped the spit from my jaw before replying honestly, “Always.”

Because, well… How could I sleep peacefully without thinking about the man who wanted to kill me?

But his answer was a chuckle and an almost condescending head pat, his deep warm voice making me even wetter when he complimented, “Good girl.” God, he could kill me right now. I’d go willingly and happily.

I eagerly sucked him off a bit longer, losing myself in the almost-sounds that I could pick up from his body: the little groans and pants, the way he cleared his throat instead of growling his desire for me. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t show his satisfaction to a little witch.

I could live with that.

“Stop that.” His words were accompanied by a harsh tug on my hair, pulling me up until I was standing on my tip toes, my face mere inches from his. “Wanna fuck you now. I can kill you tomorrow.”

The fact that he never kissed me didn’t escape me. This was a quick fuck, it would not be mistaken as anything else. Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t drag as much fun out of it as I possibly could… especially considering these might very well be my last hours of living.

“So you want me?” I questioned, smirking at his answering huff. He didn’t want to admit it, of course - that would be recognizing I had some sort of power over him. So he opted to tighten his grip on my hair until I moaned from the pleasurable pain, eyes sparkling in their darkness as he took in just how desperate I was for him.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he settled for saying as I laughed. “Always a fucking tease. Is your cunt as bitter as your soul, brat?” I bit my lip as he threw me on the bed, already anticipating his next move.

“Find out for yourself.” His expression made it clear that he was doubtful when he tore off my underwear and threw the scraps of it over his shoulder, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my ankles without much care.

He pressed on the inside of my thighs to keep my legs spread for him, and when his tongue licked a line up my cunt, I clenched around nothing, eyes closing for just a second to relish in the barely-there sensation.

“Oh, fuck…” His voice was barely over a whisper, but I still heard it and when I opened my eyes to look at him, he was staring directly at his meal, like he couldn’t believe what he had just tasted. “So fucking sweet…”

He went back there with a newfound hunger, and although I knew he wasn’t doing this to make me cum, I also knew he would achieve that - easily. It didn’t take many of his long swipes over my hole, the twirls around my clit to make me gasp for him, hands flying down to pull on his hair.

I think the only reason he didn’t slap them away was because he seemed to like the slight sting I provided him.

“Fucking cum, bitch,” he growled at some point, surprising me until he revealed why it was that he wanted me to orgasm. “I want to drink all of your essence before I shove my cock into you, make sure it’ll really sting.”

But I knew it was more than that - I knew he wanted more of my taste. It was everywhere now, dripping from his beard, smearing the inside of my thighs, but he kept his eyes focused on me, waiting for my breaking point.

I saw embers of flames when it arrived. Maybe it predicted my death at the stake, but I couldn’t mind it. Not when John was rising to his full height and very easily turning me around to lay on my stomach, keeping my legs dangling off the edge of the bed when he kicked them apart.

I was trapped under his much larger body and I didn’t mind it at all. He shoved my face against the bed, like he didn’t want to see it as he slowly started to stretch me out.

I bit my lower lip as I struggled to adjust around his thickness, and by the sounds John was releasing, I could see he was just as overwhelmed by me and the pussy he wanted to destroy.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be ravished by John Winchester. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and I was sure he knew, with the melodic moans that kept slipping from my lips, try as I might to reel them in.

“Those fucking sounds…” He groaned behind me, seconds before his hand landed harshly on the right cheek of my ass, making me whine even louder. “You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”

I was too far gone to even try to deny it, fucking myself back against his delicious thick cock, desperate to cum again, this time feeling completely full of him.

“Who would have thought…” He panted, hips maintaining their onslaught against me. “Nasty fucking witch, such a tight little pussy.” Each word was accompanied by a particularly brutal thrust and I relished in it. I relished in witnessing the great John Winchester get carried away because of my body.

“Fuck,” he cursed after he managed to locate my sweet spot, which in turn had me instinctively clenching around him. “Why do you feel so fucking good?”

Under him, I just giggled, my hand easily locating the spot above where we were connected so I could rub myself to an orgasm. “I’m convinced you’re the devil, little witch.”

Stifling a laugh, I started to move my hips back so I could fuck myself on him, showing him how I liked to be treated - even harder and rougher than he was already treating me. And because I really was a brat, I couldn’t help but taunt, “Do you feel sorry you have to destroy it?”

I knew he understood I was referring to my pussy, and when his hand slapped mine away so he could take over the motions over my clit, I closed my eyes to let bliss take me.

“Almost,” he grunted, a confession I almost lost in the fog of my high. But here lied an opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away without a fight.

“I mean… you could just keep it,” I offered, barely over a whisper so as not to anger the man who kept fucking me. I didn’t want him to stop his movements, so I hoped even if he did get pissed at my suggestion, he’d just take it out on me. “Use it whenever you want.”

I didn’t get a response from him - at least, not verbally. But he did speed up his movements, pounding me so hard the bed started to hit the wall and I knew we were seconds away from having the neighbors banging on it, telling us to keep it down, but I couldn’t care less.

Not when John was burying his face in the crook of my neck, beard tickling me as he bit on my shoulder to keep his roar from reverberating in the room when he shot his cum deep inside of me.

He didn’t wait even a second before pulling out. I missed his weight on top of me, but the feeling of his cum slowly slipping from my used pussy was enough to give me some comfort.

“Shit, I really opened you up, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing his cream around my hole before pushing it back into me, making me whine. “I’m still fucking hard. Did you put a spell on me, brat?”

I laughed as he massaged my ass, apparently incapable of fully retreating his touch from my skin. “Is that why I’m still aroused?” He insisted, rutting his very much, still hard member against my thigh. “Tell me.”

Stretching, I giggled at his silly accusation. “I think I just turn you on, old man,” I teased, wiggling my ass at him. He took the bait and spanked it, before I felt his weight leave the bed altogether.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower, wash you off of me,” he explained, stopping at the door of the bathroom to stare at me. “You better be there when I come out,” he warned and I bit my lip, understanding exactly what he meant.

“I don’t think I can walk if I tried,” I giggled, but he just tipped his head back, humming noncommittally. Before long, I heard the shower turning on, the sound of the water running down the drain almost lulling me to sleep.

I made sure to leave my panties right next to the note I wrote for him to find when he got out of the shower. Three simple words, a promise: “Until next time”.

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dellinah · 3 years ago

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Oh my god this post unblocked a childhood memory that was long forgotten

But ok so when I was a kid, some TV channel decided to have a shark week (haha) where they showed a movie about sharks every day for a week late at night. And I happened to catch 3 or 4 of those movies after dinner

Well the first ones were fine. They were the regular "People are in boats/people are near the sea" movies where it was PLAUSIBLE for them to be attacked by a shark, yknow? (I think one of them was the original Jaws movie even). Overall they had some crazy concepts like a shark wanting revenge or genetically altered sharks but still, it wasn't anything TOO out there in terms of reality vs fiction

But me being a tiny kid with no concept of time and space, I suddenly became paranoid that a shark would suddenly attack us. It didn't matter that we were at home, kilometers away from the closest sea, in my mind it was completely possible that we'd still be attacked by a shark, somehow. And I was so scared I didn't sleep right for a few days

After I told my dad why I was so scared, his argument to calm me down was "well, we are far away from the sea. No shark can get you here, you are safe". And that convinced me bc my fear simply vanished after that

Fast forward to the last day of shark week. I was completely fine with sharks now, bc hey, they can't get me, so Im excited for the movie

Only the last movie they decided to show was one of those over the top, silly shark movies where the creators don't give a shit. Think Sharknado levels of insanity. I wish I could remember which one it was specifically but all i know is that it was a movie about sharks that could attack on land maybe? Or traveled through sewers to reach the city? Smth like that. All I know is that the people in the movie were not safe at home anymore, bc the sharks could get them on land now

And yeah, nowadays I'd look at that and think ha, it's cgi with the budget of a peanut, a ridiculous story, and terrible acting, where it's so bad it's almost kind of good

But for a little kid who was scared shitless of sharks and whose only comfort came from the fact that sharks were confined to sea and could not attack me at home? That just felt like the big fuck you ever. Like no, youre not safe at home, and there will be a shark crawling through the toilet next time I go there to eat me alive. Totally plausible

And suddenly my dad's argument no longer made me feel safe, and I was as scared as before, if not more, bc now I was convinced they could get me anywhere I was and there was no scape

So I became very paranoid, scared shitless, ans didn't sleep for like a week bc of a bootleg jaws-rip off that probably took them like a week to make. Memories

I was going to say "Now this is just getting silly", but I think we already passed that point a long time ago.

#and now I have MAJOR thalassophobia #probably not only bc of sharks but im very sure those movies didnt help #i hate the sea and all that comes from it. keep it away from me #honestly as much as i appreciate the original jaws I almost appreciate even more the fact that it inspired so many movies #bc you know if smth is good you copy to cash in #some of them fine enough. and some of them are sharknado #and both of them scared me shitless as a kid #youd think my dad would learn his lesson but he did not give a shit #and then we ended up watching the exorcism of emily rose as kids #and to this day I get slightly uneasy vibes if I wake up at 3am sharp #or should I say... 3am shark :D #... I shouldnt #i was also convinced a cockatrice lived in our bathroom for a while so i never used it while home alone #and it turns out Del Toro also had similar thoughts with creatures around his house as a kid so hey #that makes me happy. bc i love him. so its not weird anymore now its quirky and cute #bc he did that too #and listen nowadays I am very aware that Jaws had a negative impact on sharks' image #theyre very important animals that must be protected lest we hunt them to extinction #and ofc they are not evil or bad. theyre just wild animals hunting. and its bad that we see them as such bc of a movie #so problematic fave all that #but with that being said #sharks make me uneasy. so do seals. and most sea animals #just bc I HATE THE SEA AND ALL THAT COMES FROM IT #cool sea dinos are on thin ice #and dolphins are not better btw. how do people find them cute. creepy dudes #anyway ramble ramble this unlocked a memory oh my god ima ask my dad if he remembers that #bc he was so done with my shit the second time I got scared but like. your fault dude. maybe dont let your kid watch those movies #... then again a ton of animated movies also scared me #idk maybe lock me in a shed and dont let me come out. its what i do in my room now anyway #yeah that works

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years ago

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icarus my beloved, may i please request for a zombie apocalypse au (dsmp) and the characters haven’t seen you ever since the apocalypse started and they’ve been trying to find you for a long time, but once they finally find you, you’re already turned. basically how different dsmp characters would react to finding you turned as a zombie :> also i find your stuff ✨imaculate✨

and may i pls be ur 🌧anon?

I lovvvvveeeee Zombie apocalypse AUs. I'm very excited to write this. Also, thank you! I appreciate your compliment!

Yes, you can be! I'll eventually make an Anon list... Eventually.

In order of: Dream, Bad, Tommy (and Tubbo?), Ranboo, Ghostbur, Philza

Tommy's story is Bench Trio while Ranboo's story is more around Boreal Boys.

The Boreal Boys is set around the Antarctic Empire rather than the DSMP.

Edit: Trying to put a cut in. 50/50 on whether or not it worked.

DSMP Reacting to You Being Turned Into A Zombie (Multiple x GN!Reader)

They grunted, stepping over a fallen log as they yanked a crossbow bolt out of the skull of a fallen zombie, shoving it into their bag where other bolts and arrows were wrapped up. Ignoring the murmuring of their companion(s) as they looked over the faces of rotten flesh, thankfully none of them striking a familiar chord in their mind.

"They could still be alive..." They murmured softly under their breath as they walked back to the campsite that they and their companion(s) had originally set up. With a sigh, they plopped down in front of the crackling flame and adjusted the food that had been cooking before a horde of zombies had made their way through the makeshift barricade.

Ignoring the snores of their sleeping 'teammate(s) of survival', they eagerly dug into the food after it finished cooking before pausing mid-bite as they heard a crackling in the branches. Drawing their sword out from the sheath on their hip while they set their food down back into the pan, they spun around to face their possible attacker, silently hoping it was a wild animal they could use for meat, wool or feathers.

Glancing through the forest, they squinted as they saw movement but the firelight only spread so far which wasn't enough to shed light on the figure. With a sigh, they took a burning branch from the fire and lifted it, beginning to walk forward.

Judging by the guttural growls, groans, and scent of rotting flesh, it was definitely a zombie. Lifting the makeshift torch enough, they were able to see the undead being better and squinted, trying to recognize the creature before it turned around.

(H/c) hair... Albeit matted and overgrown, and torn clothing loosely hanging to their rotten skin... But when the zombie turned their head... They'd recognize them anywhere... Even after so long...

(Y/n).

Dream

His breath caught in his throat temporarily and he felt the torch slip from his hand, but it didn't fall.

Gritting his teeth together, he cringed and gripped onto the damaged smiling mask he usually wore.

"Fuck... (Y/n)... FUCK!" He took a few steps back to avoid the lame swipes you took at him.

He was thankful that your movement was hindered to the point where your steps were small shuffles.

"You promised..." He whispered, looking down at his trademark symbol.

It was a gift from you. Two years ago... You had promised... You promised that you would be okay...

And now here you were... Lifeless but alive... Groaning and gnashing your teeth at him...

He faintly heard the pounding footsteps of George and Sapnap behind him, likely having heard him yell.

"Dream?!" George yelled before the steps immediately came to a stop.

"Is that..."

"They promised..." He whined softly before pinching his eyes shut again as anger quickly overtook him. With a fierce battle cry, he swung his sword.

The strike was sloppy, filled with emotion and too much power. He had a feeling that if Technoblade was around still, he would be mocked to death for such a shitty swing.

But this was a brainless corpse. They couldn't rub two brain cells together to even think about dodging. This wasn't his smart, clever... Cunning... Alive... (Y/n)...

So it hit.

The gleaming diamond sword sliced through the rotten skin like a hot knife through butter, especially easier due to the Fire Aspect engraved into the sword.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard the horrible screeching noises that came from you as you sunk to the ground, desperately reaching out to him in one last attempt to get even a taste of his flesh.

He turned from your burning body and placed his mask on to cover his face before his friends saw the silver tears in the corners of his eyes, "Let's go."

"Dre-"

"I said, let's go."

They decided not to comment further.

Bad

He slowly felt the torch slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground, burning the dew-soaked grass it had landed on but it didn't matter.

Groaning and snarling at him, you lamely stumbled forward to grab at him, but he grabbed you first.

The Demon cringed slightly at the feel of rotten flesh beneath his fingers, but he held you back from walking forward.

He dodged the gnashing of your teeth as you tried to bite his arm, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword through your chest to finally end your suffering...

He glanced in the direction of the camp where Skeppy was still asleep, hopefully anyway...

Bad knew Skeppy would never agree to keep you around, even if you had once been someone very important to him.

Neither of them knew how zombie bites would affect Diamond Sprites or Demons, and weren't too eager to find out.

"(Y/n)... You muffin..." He put a hand on your chin, preventing you from chomping on his arms, "I wish... I wish I could've said goodbye..."

"Maybe I could've protected you..."

"Would you still be alive if I hadn't stormed out that day?"

He continued whispering questions to your mindless form, but his only responses were watery gurgles and the odd groan.

"Muffin... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, lowering his head to look down at you better, lava tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on your rotting away face, causing horrible screeches and snarls to escape from you, but you didn't yank away.

"Bad?!" Skeppy's voice came from the camp, and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the Diamond Sprite, "What... Why are you..."

"I-I... Skeppy... Do you think... If I had done anything different... They'd be alive?" He whispered, moving aside to let his small friend see his former friend.

The blue-skinned male sighed and loaded an arrow into his bow and grabbed onto the string, getting ready to pull it back, "Bad... You can't rewrite history... What's done is done, it's too late for them..."

"Can... Can you...? I don't think I can..." He whispered and finally let go of you, causing your balance to be set off.

The second he turned his back, he heard the stretching of a bowstring before releasing it. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard the familiar impact of a bow hitting mostly rotten but still solid flesh.

He didn't turn around, instead choosing to keep his head down as his friend brought him back to the camp.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)..."

Tommy (and Tubbo?)

He was frozen stiff, his grip tightening on his sword and the torch as he stared down the undead being.

Honestly, if anyone had asked him why he was still fighting through this damned apocalypse, he would say that he was fighting to survive.

No. He was fighting to make sure you were still alive...

Now, what was left?

"For fuck's sake! You were supposed to be alive!" He yelled, no doubt waking up the camp of other survivors.

"You were the only one- Dammit, (Y/n)!" He cried, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks as he threw a punch that connected to your jaw, cracking the weakened bone almost instantly and causing it to hang like an angered Enderman.

He continued to shout at your undead form and cry, ignoring the worried calls and frantic scrambling of his friends from back at the camp.

"You used to be such a great fighter, and you lost to FUCKING ZOMBIES!" He swung his arms around, his mind barely cluing into the fact that he dropped his sword and torch, "You almost beat Technoblade for fuck's sake! Technoblade! And-and..."

'No. No. Stay angry. They lost the fight. They- Don't mourn their stupidity...' He crumpled to the ground in despair, his tears dropping into his lap as he quickly grew deaf to the sound of shuffling feet.

Luckily, someone ran past him and shoved you to the ground with a shield, sending you rolling into a puddle of mud.

"Tommy!" Tubbo cried, setting down the shield as Ranboo quickly looked him over for any bite marks or injuries.

Once he found none, he gave a large sigh of relief and looked over at the corpse that Tubbo had shield bashed away from his friend, "Oh... Wait..." He frowned, struggling to remember the face that was struggling to crawl their way over to them through the mud.

"That's (Y/n)..." Tommy murmured, sounding rather numb, Tubbo and Ranboo noted, "They taught me and Tubbo to fight, back before we lost L'Manberg... They practically raised us... Despite being a similar age... They were so strong... and brave..."

Tubbo's breath hitched as he took another look at the growling creature desperate to feast on their flesh, "N-No... They're too strong to- I don't- No- No!"

"Guys... I know- I- No, I don't know... But we have to leave. They're going to call more zombies- And... We have to kill them..." Ranboo whispered, flinching a bit when Tubbo and Tommy whipped their heads in his direction, fire burning in their eyes.

Tommy's inner flame was the first to die out.

"I know..." He whispered, ignoring Tubbo's cries of protest as he picked up the diamond sword, twisting it in his hand and watching as the torchlight reflected off of it.

"You can't kill them, Tommy- They're like our older sibling-... Were... like... Our older sibling..." Tubbo corrected himself with hesitance and a sniffle as he looked away.

He turned back to your gurgling form and walked over, moving his feet away from your grabs at his ankles while raising his sword.

With a sharp intake of breath, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks as he rose his sword, "I'm sorry..." He whispered before bringing it down through your chest.

Ranboo

Sure, his memory was bad, but he could NEVER forget the face of the name that was scrawled through his memory book.

He stumbled backwards and tripped over a log with a small yelp, his sword and torch falling from his grip.

The water from the recent rain seeping through his torn clothing caused his skin to hiss, and a small whine tore from his throat as he scrambled backwards.

His noises of pain and distress failed to scare the zombie of his former best friend off, instead only persuaded them to lazily drag their feet towards him a little quicker.

Thankfully, although he was deaf to it amidst his panic and sobs, heavy footsteps and the ruffle of feathers echoed through the forest.

"Ranboo?! Mate, are you okay!?" Hands flew to his shoulders while a pink and red blur hopped the log he had tripped on to start a brawl with the zombie.

"DON'T HURT THEM!" He wailed to Techno, fighting against the hands that held his shoulders to reach out at the zombie.

"Heh?!" Techno used his shield to hold you back, dodging the swipes you took at him with your unkempt nails, "Ranboo! They're dead! A zombie!"

Ranboo sobbed louder, fighting the urge to cover his ears at the horrible words, "(Y/n) isn't dead... They aren't... They can't be! No... no...!"

Calloused hands carded through his black and white hair, which would've calmed him down on a normal day, but now... How could he feel anything but despair? His best friend was now a lifeless being...

They promised that they'd see him again, alive, not like THIS!

"Ranboo..." Phil murmured from behind him, likely having finished checking him for bites. The avian pulled him into his chest, allowing him to bawl his eyes out, the fabric muffling his desperate wails and preventing the tears from burning his skin too much.

"You- you said a gapple and a weakness potion could turn them back, right?!" Ranboo cried, looking up at the elder male, "C-can't we try it out on them?!"

Phil and Techno were silent, and the only sounds that were heard were the crackling fire back at the camp and the gurgles of his former best friend.

Perhaps he panicked himself into a light-headed state, or maybe his memory was worse than before because the next thing he knew Techno was dragging a chained and growling corpse while Philza was practically carrying the enderboy who was pretty much twice his height.

The next few days felt like a fever dream. He spent most of his time sitting in front of a cage where the corpse of his friend laid on the cold stone ground.

Phil had doused them in a splash potion of weakness and forced a golden apple down their throat a few hours after they caged them, now it was Ranboo's job to watch over them for any changes and write them down.

"Yeah then Me, Phil and Techno travelled out of the Tundra back on the DreamSMP, and we made our way to the Antarctic, back to the old Empire that they used to rule over..." He rambled onto your lifeless corpse, reading through his memory book to continue telling you stories, even if you were dead.

"Ran...Boo..."

"(Y-Y/n)?!" He threw the book aside and ran over to the cage, only to see the corpse had gained more of a human flesh tone rather than a sickening green, and formerly black, now (e/c) eyes were staring up at the stone bricks that made up the roof.

Ghostbur

He absolutely lit up with a happy squeal.

"(Y/n)! I knew you would make it through this whole apocalypse thing!" The ghost walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, brushing off the way that you didn't flinch away from the intense cold that radiated off of him.

You only continued walking...

"Oh? Do you know of any shelter? Lead the way then!" He chirped, pulling on the lead that was hooked up to the blue sheep he knew as Friend.

The two of you walked through the forests, Ghostbur blabbering away about memories he had involving you both, but he had a tight grasp on something blue the entire time.

You never responded to him, other than the odd groan or gurgle, but the ghost never found anything wrong with it.

Inside, he knew that you were an animated corpse. He knew that you would never be able to lose your three canon lives, and become a ghost.

Instead, you were stuck as a corpse that would perpetually come back to life over and over again until your body completely got destroyed.

Every time he looked at your growling form, he wanted to feel happy, you were back travelling with him! But... You weren't the same person...

"Wil- Ghostbur!" A voice came from behind him, and he saw the father of Aliverbur standing in front of him, sword at the ready.

"Phil!" He chirped, moving beside you and holding your shoulder, so you didn't run towards Philza, "Hey, how's it going man?" He smiled widely.

The flightless avian put his hand on his hat as he watched you reach towards him uselessly, being held back by the ghost of his son, "Ghostbur... That's not..."

"(Y/n)? Yes, it is!" He continued to smile, although it seemed a little forced, "It's just been a while, don't be so negative, Philza Minecraft!"

He sighed heavily, "Wil, that is not (Y/n) anymore. They are a senseless mob!" He reached for his sword, only to blink when Ghostbur quickly ran in front of you.

"No, no! It is! It is them!" He sobbed, his tears burning his transparent skin as his body shook with horrible coughs. "Please... It is... It is..."

"Okay, okay." He put his sword in the sheath and held up his hands in surrender to make Ghostbur stop crying, "It is, it's (Y/n)... Go say hi to Techno and get some food for Friend... I'm going to talk to them."

Ghostbur wiped his eyes with his sweater and eagerly nodded, "Okay! I haven't spoken to Techno in so long, I hope he's been doing okay..." He continued to ramble as he walked to the attached cabins next to the mountain, dragging Friend along.

Philza turned back to you and drew his sword, watching as you dragged your feet through the snow to reach him, "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... He just... Doesn't understand that you're stuck suffering..."

"Philzaaaa!" Ghostbur skipped out the door, pulling his blue sheep along as Philza sheathed his netherite sword, "Where did (Y/n) go?"

The avian folded his wings to his back under his cape as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh, they were going towards the portal. They said they would be back soon."

"Oh, they finally spoke? I'm so proud of them! I'll wait for them here!" Ghostbur smiled widely, completely unaware of the burning corpse hidden behind the trees.

Philza

Maybe he should've felt something more...?

Then again... He was the Angel of Death, he caused and attracted death like a magnet with a knife.

He swung his sword simply, watching as the corpse burned and crumpled to the ground before him with desperate wails and growls.

First Wilbur... Then Tommy... Now (Y/n)... Who was next, Ranboo or Techno?

He sighed, turning away from yet another person who had meant the world to him but was now nothing but rotting burnt flesh on the stark white snow.

"Phil!" Ranboo gave a chirping noise, a static-filled deformed mimic of one of the noises he often made due to his avian genetics, "Are you alright? One of the traps went off an-"

He wanted to smile, he did. He wanted to tell the boy who was practically shaking with worry as he checked him for bites that he was alright.

"It... Was (Y/n)..." He murmured softly, feeling... Oddly calm about the situation... Or was that empty? It was like how he felt after he killed his son...

Ranboo's bi-coloured eyes slowly rose up to meet Phil's blue ones and almost cringed as he saw that he was practically looking through him, "You... Mean, your..."

"Yeah... That's them. B-But it's okay-" He went to say but Ranboo gave an upset growl sort of noise as his monochrome tail wrapped around one of his lanky and abnormally long legs.

"Okay?! Phil, you just killed one of the most important people in your life... You- You aren't okay! You're numb!" The Enderman grabbed his shoulders... And the feeling of floating that he hadn't even noticed came to a sudden halt.

Oh. He was numb... That's why he didn't feel it...

Wait when did Ranboo bring him inside?

He slowly glanced out the window to see the sun had set long ago, and the fire in the fireplace had practically died out. Ranboo was curled up on the couch on the other side of him, and Techno was nowhere to be seen.

'I killed them... Without a second thought...' His mind caught up with the situation much slower than his body had, and he slouched against the arm of the couch he was propped up against.

'I killed them like I killed Wilbur...'

'Terrible person... Horrible...'

'I kill everyone I love...'

'Techno and Ranboo are left... They're in danger from you too...'

"Phil?" A hand grabbed one of the ones that were entangled in his long golden locks, "Hey, hey... I want you to listen to my voice, okay? You're okay... Follow my breathing..."

When did he start crying?

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Please don’t let me go

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, NSFW

Request: HIII my favourite author!!! Happy new year 💜. Wishing you a very happy 2021. Ok sooo i got a scenario In mind. You don't have to write it if you don't want to Reader (half wolf/half omega, and if you don't write half wolf, then omega) in a pack (maybe like you know joint nekoma, fukorodani and karasuno but it's ok if you don't write that, only nekoma then in case) where their pack hasn't exactly accepted them, they're very cold with her. Reader , who has madly been in love with kuroo (cuz I'm such a kuroo lover) for very long, doesn't mind and continues to take care of everyone, making sure their ok and basically like having a soft sweet motherly attitude despite how they treat reader. But at one point reader is just fed up and feels very hurt, thinking they hate them and blames themselves. They also have to keep seeing kuroo bring in other girls for his heat and that Hurts them a lot. So reader thinks they never needed them and slowly stops contacting them. That's when everyone realises they fucked up and tried to find them but they can't. Until one day reader comes to practice and says their joining another pack and apologies for not being enough and all, how would the pack and kuroo, who loves them, stop them, apologize and make it up with them? Angst to fluff, and if you want idk if you write it but nsfw. You don't have to write it ofc! It's just a quick scenario that came to my mind. Please ignore this if you don't want to write it, and sorry if it's too specific and long 🥺

Summary: You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Author’s Note: I’m your favorite 🥺 🥺 Happy new year babes! And I was reading this, and I just kept getting more and more ideas and began writing it right away Hope you enjoy!

Requests: Open!

Keep in Mind! This heavily based off of my Dragon/Shifter! AU from my mainblog! (@Angstyclowns) . The long short of it, is that Shifters have three forms. The first, is completely human. Though the person still has some attributes (Better sight, smell, hearing, etc.) they don’t have any visible features. The second form gives the shifter about half of their features. Tails, ears, wings, fangs, things like that. The third is the “full form”. This is a full dragon, wolf, cat, dog, etc.. You aren’t able to talk in this form, but you do have full control of your actions. I can go into more depth in this AU! if you all want, be sure to let me know!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ The Fukorodani pack was big. Huge maybe.

➵ It was made up of three different, smaller, packs that had combined for both numbers and power. Karasuno, (the namesake) Fukorodani, and Nekoma.

➵ You were originally apart of Fukorodani, only really close with Akaashi and Bokuto and had yet to get close with anyone else.

➵ You still cared for them though.

➵ You prepped meals in the morning, making enough for everyone.

➵ Made sure you always had band-aids just in case.

➵ You took the role of pack omega well.

➵ But people still seemed to hold you at an arms length.

➵ You at first brushed it off, as they were getting used to being in such a big pack, but as they got more comfortable with Bokuto and Akaashi, you began to feel this sense of unease.

➵ It was obvious they didn’t trust you, but you couldn’t quite place why.

➵ It soon got to the point where even Akaashi and Bokuto were spending less and less time with you.

➵ Your omega was hurt and you felt completely deserted.

➵ You had no idea what was happening. Did you do something wrong?

➵ You didn’t think so. You just did what you always did. Maybe you were too clingy.

➵ Too overbearing.

➵ Yeah, that was it. Right?

➵ Too much too soon.

➵ So you slowly began pulling away. You stopped making breakfast (Staying in your nest and feigning being asleep when Akaashi or Suga would come check up on you.).

➵ Stopped carrying medical supplies. Which hurt at first when Hinata or Noya would excitedly ask you for a cartoon printed band-aid, but immediately frowned when you said you didn’t have any.

➵ You just stopped...caring?

➵ You went on runs a lot more, staying out later and later and leaving earlier and earlier. There were days when no one saw you at all-- Bokuto ending up crying on those days, almost as if his alpha knew you were pulling away.

➵ He would make an effort to spend the next day with you but then the process would just repeat itself. He’d be gone with Kuroo for days, weeks on end and you were stuck alone one more time.

➵ “We always have an opening.” Daishou hummed, stretching his arms out as his forked tongue wiggled between his lips. Your tail swiped behind you as your ears fell back. “We could use a wolf like you. Strong legs, strong jaw, good looks-”

➵ “Don’t.” You sighed, wrapping your tail around your waist and wringing it gently with your hands. “I appreciate the offer, but I- I can’t. I just-”

➵ “I get it. It’s that damned cat, yeah?” The olive haired alpha smirked, playing with one of his scaled fingers. He chuckled at your red cheeks, licking his teeth all the while.

➵ It was not secret that you fell for the Pack alpha of Nekoma, Kuroo, quickly. Though Daishou (A snake shifter that you ran into during one of your all day runs) didn’t approve of the crush, he didn’t interfere with it. He respected it, in fact, encouraging it on days he felt good.

➵ You could honestly say Daishou was one of your closest friends at the moment. He always allowed you into his territory, his pack supporting and loving you all the while.

➵ He had offered to let you join his pack, in fact, but you turned him down. You were tied with Fukorodani, with Akaashi, with Bokuto. They were your family.

➵ Whether or not they saw you the same way, that was how you saw them.

➵ Your inner omega kept reminding you that Daishou was also your family.

➵ You suppose the final straw was seeing Kuroo laughing with some random Beta girl. She smelled like cheap perfume, making you reel. You merely watched as he kissed her neck, nipping her ear, quickly taking her to his room. His rut was around the corner so you knew what was going on.

➵ Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

➵ Maybe like a rebellious teenager, this kicked off that side you had been hiding.

➵ Instead of disappearing for a day every few weeks, you disappeared for days, one right after the other. You would pop in for a change of clothes, shift into your wolf and you were gone.

➵ You were strategic about it too. You made sure one person saw you enter, just to assure everyone else you were alive. You made sure they were far enough away they couldn’t catch you even if they shifted-- which most did. They tried to talk to you, just once.

➵ But you had routes made in the deep of night to get you out of sight, running through water to get rid of your scent, just doing everything to make you disappear.

➵ And slowly, but surely, Daishou and his pack began considering you their omega, just as you began forgetting about the Fukorodani pack.

➵ Everyone on the other side just got worse though. More often than not, meals were either ordered in or skipped all together. Alphas snapped on each other, Betas snarled in retaliation, omegas were hissing and closing in.

➵ While Bokuto and Akaashi were expected to be the worst of this all, they weren’t. While they growled and hissed and snapped, they didn’t snarl. They were recluse and kept away, looking for you day in and day out instead.

➵ The worst of all was Kuroo. He snarled and snapped, baring his teeth at anyone who crossed his path. That beta girl? She ran out a week ago, bleeding from her hand because Kuroo had bitten her for touching him when he told her to go away.

➵ Even Kenma had been on the receiving end of a near-close call, making everyone turn their attention to what his issue was.

➵ They only got their answer on one of the few short trips you made back. You smelled heavily like the territory next door, so much so they could smell it from your room while you were re-packing your bag.

➵ Your nest had been dismantled and one of the several blankets in there was folded and you began putting it into your bag, only for Kuroo to slam open your door.

➵ You chirped in surprise, crawling back from the seething alpha. He was angry, you could tell, and you didn’t want to get in his way.

➵ You bowed your head, quickly zipping up your bag before making your way to the window.

➵ You couldn’t deal with him right now. Not with your feelings, not with his anger. You just couldn’t.

➵ “Where the fuck are you going?” He hissed, stomping to your window and shutting it before you could crawl through.

➵ “I- I don’t- Just-”

➵ He stopped you, sniffing your neck. “You smell like him.”

➵ “Who’s him?”

➵ “That fucking snake! Who else?!” Teeth are dragged dangerously down your neck, making you shudder. “What the fuck are you doing near him?”

➵ “Dai-”

➵ “Don’t fucking say his name. Answer the question. Why were you near him?! His pack?! We are right here. We’re your pack. Not them.” He sounded close to exploding, making you whine as you withdrew.

➵ He ran a hand through his hair as he paced in front of you. “Were we not good enough? Huh? You needed another pack? WHY WEREN’T WE GOOD ENOUGH?!”

➵ You didn’t realize it, but you began shaking, slowly drawing in on yourself, trying to seem as small as possible.

➵ You didn’t want to make the alpha angry. Why was he so angry?

➵ “Tell me!” Looking up, you hiccupped as tears began streaming down your face, Kuroo having his own tears dripping down his cheeks. “Why wasn’t I good enough?”

➵ He collapsed in front of you, hands yanking on his hair.

➵ And while you were hesitant, you slowly crept closer. He was shaking his head by the time you got close enough to hear him whispering “Please don’t leave.” Making your heart and omega whine.

➵ “I-” You stopped. What was there to say? All of a sudden he wanted you here? Where was he the past however many weeks?

➵ You wanted to scream at him. Turn and leave through the window anyway.

➵ Leave this pack, and Kuroo, behind.

➵ “Don’t leave me. I don’t care about the rest of them-- maybe Kenma-- but don’t leave me. Please. I can’t handle- I can’t handle not seeing you everyday. I thought I could. I thought I could fill the void with meaningless flings, but they couldn’t even touch me before I was aching for you. “ He was sobbing now, tears dripping down his cheeks.

➵ You hesitantly wrapped an arm around his shoulder, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. He held you tightly, refusing to let you slip through his fingers as he almost had.

➵ “I-I don’t- I don’t know what you want from me anymore, Kuroo. I-I tried staying, and that didn’t work. I tried leaving, and that didn’t work either. I don’t want to leave but I can’t stay. I’m so touch starved and I can’t keep living like this!” You cried out, frustrated with all the mixed signals around you.

➵ What did your pack want from you?

➵ “We’ll fix it! I swear, I’ll fix it myself. I swear on my life. I’ll fix it. Fix myself. Make myself that alpha you deserve. Please.”

➵ You said nothing. Only allowing him to hold you close.

___NSFW___

➵ “Tetsuro!” You squealed, laughing as soft kisses were laced down your thighs.

➵ “Kitten~” He responded, suckling a hickey right near your cunt.

➵ You were wearing nothing but his sweatshirt and he was rabid seeing you, his pretty omega all nice and ready for him.

➵ And his cock.

➵ Sitting up, he pulled you onto his thighs with a swift movement, making you laugh once more.

➵ He smirked down at you once you calmed down, pressing a sweet peck to your lips, making you hum with satisfaction.

➵ His hands trailed under his shirt to rest on your hips, keeping you close to him. You seemed so ethereal, sitting in the light that filtered through the window-- oranges and reds highlighting your body.

➵ “I love you. I love you so much.” He huffed, leaning his forehead onto yours, feeling the heat of your smile against his lips.

➵ “I love you too, Tetsuro.” Another peck was pressed to his lips.

➵ His heart felt so full, having you in his arms, having you in his grasp. He just couldn’t let you go.

➵ He had almost done that once.

➵ But he would never make the same mistake again.

___

His cock dragged slowly out of your walls, sending shocks of pleasure and sensation wavering through your body as you shuddered. It wasn’t often you got to see the slow and sensual side of Tetsuro-- the one that would kiss your bond mark, the one that would tear up as he spilled praise after praise into your ear, the one that would hold a hand on your chest just to feel your thundering heartbeat only to pull your hand up to feel his own, which was just as bad--but when you did it left you just breathless as he always did. There were days when you just needed this side and he always picked up on that, but some days he needed the solace he got with it as well.

You’d always enable it, purring and whispering your own praises to him, kissing his temples when his emotions bubbled far to quickly for him to properly absorb, spilling over.

It was times like this, when his forehead rested against your shoulder, did you feel closest. His pants were hot against your already flushed skin, adding already to your sensitive body.

Running a hand through his hair, you waited for him to give you an indicator of what he wanted. What he needed from you at that very moment.

When he didn’t move it hit you. He just wanted you close. To keep you close. To remind himself you were still there. To remind himself he won the war. He won you. He finally got the queen to his kingdom. The one he wanted from the star.

And you would indulge him, running your both your hands through his hair and holding him close. Even if you pretended not to feel the happy tears falling onto your shoulder.

____

Soft sex Kuroo had me 🥺 🥺

#alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega AU #alpha/beta/omega verse #haikyuu!!#a/b/o haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #alpha kuroo #alpha kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #alpha kuroo tetsuro x omega reader #alpha kuroo x omega reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #custard writes #Kuroo likes soft sex #no i don't take criticism

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writerloz · 3 years ago

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As I Say

pairings: haitani ran, fem reader

warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex, light bondage, praise kink, baton insert

repost from my ao3

You check yourself one last time in the full length mirror at Bonten headquarters. Mini skirt, platform boots, and red lips; Ran's favourite look on you.

Tonight, you decided you were the one in charge. That didn't happen often, matter of fact it literally never happened. Ran is dominant in all aspects of life, so naturally that continued in the bedroom.

You had a plan though, and you were going to see it through. Handcuffs in one hand, you stroll out of Bonten's bathroom and into Ran's office with a sultry smirk on your face.

Ran was sat on the couch, legs spread, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as you entered, and a small smile played on his lips.

"Ya look beautiful."

You smile back a 'thank you.'

You're walking over to Ran with a purpose, and he knows it.

Reaching him, you gently take the whiskey from his hand, placing it on the table. You push him back onto the couch and throw your leg over, straddling him, taking both of his wrists with you.

"Hmm, what's this baby?"

Just his voice is enough to make you weak in the knees, but you have to see this through.

You lean up slightly, manoeuvring his arms backwards to cuff him to the back of the couch.

Once Ran realises you're about to restrict him, he tenses up. You lock eyes for what feels like forever, a million thoughts rushing through Ran's head.

'Why is she tying me up?'

'I won't be able to defend myself'

'What if it's a set up?'

You understood that look, and while it pained you slightly, you knew Ran's hesitance was most likely based on previous experiences. After a minute of silent questioning, Ran reluctantly loosened up, allowing you to lock the cuffs. He gave you one last long look, letting you know that he trusted you.

All negative thoughts out the window, you lean in to kiss Ran gently on the lips. Those gentle kisses turning more and more feral each time he kisses you back.

Pulling back for air, you look into his lilac eyes. He seems nervous yet surprised, and he's hiding it well. After all, you never get a chance to be in control like this, so he doesn't quite know how to react.

You run your hand along Ran's suit shirt, deciding it's time for that to come off. Once unbuttoned, you run your manicured nails over his skin, raising goosebumps. Your index finger grazes his nipple, and for the first time tonight Ran loses a tiny bit of composure.

He shoots you a serious look, almost like he hates what you're doing to him but he doesn't want you to stop. And you won't stop, because you're having way too much fun.

Leaning closer, you start kissing your way up Ran's jaw, making your way to his neck. Biting gently, Ran stiffens, moving his head to the side. You grab his jaw with your hand and pull his head back to it's original position. You lick the spot you just bit, and then suck hard.

"Y/N! No marks."

You chuckle slightly, knowing how much Ran hates you leaving little love bites, even though your body is littered in his.

"I thought I was in charge?" you whisper back.

And that you were. You suck the same spot over and over again, making sure to leave your mark on him.

Ran suddenly leans forward, making you jump.

"Wait 'til I get out these cuffs."

You try and hold back your smile, honestly you couldn't wait until those cuffs came off because you knew exactly what Ran would do to you.

You slowly lean back, looking straight at Ran. Leaning in to kiss him, you half expect him not to kiss you back in response to the marks you left on him, but you soon feel his tongue slip into your mouth, and him moaning into the kiss.

Leaning back further, you move from your straddled position and kiss your way down Ran's exposed body until you're in between his legs. You tap his hips, silently asking him to lift up so you can take off his suit pants.

Once his pants are down enough, you lean in and kiss his clothed cock, earning a sharp inhale. You look up at Ran, and see that his eyes are laser focused on your lips.

'Good', you think to yourself. You hook your fingers into his boxers and pull them down, Ran's hard dick springing out. You take him into your hand. His tip is bright red, dick pulsating every now and then. Slowly, you start to stroke him, loving the way Ran closes his eyes and throws his head back.

You move your hand some more, and then you wrap your lips around the tip of Ran's cock, and he lets out a long deep moan. You suck the tip hard, then take all of him in your mouth, moving down slowly until your throat constricts and you gag on his cock.

Ran looks down at you, mouth open in awe at how well you take him.

You bob your head up and down, nose tickled by his pubic hair, and each time Ran is looking at you with a look of pure lust on his face. Coming up for air, you detach your mouth with a 'pop', and a string of saliva still attached.

"Hah- fuck. Keep that up and I'm gonna cum, baby."

Ran coming is exactly what you wanted, but ending this so early was not an option.

You can feel your panties, cold and wet from your juices. You need some sort of release and you need it now.

Making your way back up, you get back into your straddling position, now feeling Ran's unclothed cock pressing against your clothed pussy. The feeling of him against you but not inside you is almost too much. You start to grind on Ran's cock, moaning into his neck.

"Untie me."

"No."

"Y/N, untie me."

Part of you really wanted to, but you're not done yet. And you don't appreciate his demanding tone when you're the one in charge.

You lean back into Ran's neck, still grinding down on him, and roughly suck another love bite onto him.

Ran jerks forward out of frustration, turning his head and biting down onto the side of your neck. Hard.

You yelp in response, not expecting Ran to be so rough with you considering you had him tied up. You quickly remembered to never underestimate your lover.

Staring into Ran's eyes, a mixture of shock and pleasure running through you. Ran is staring back at you, serious and needy.

"Baby, please."

You slide off of Ran, and lean your elbows onto the glass table behind you. Your skirt rides up, and you let it. Ran is watching your every move, but you can tell he's unsure of what you're going to do next. Keeping your eyes locked, you slowly spread your legs, Ran's eyes averting to your visibly soaked pussy. Your fingers creep over to your panties, pulling them to the side. Then, making sure Ran is focused on you, you insert your middle finger.

Your head lulls back, your pussy finally feeling some sort of friction. You can feel Ran's eyes on you; you know he's watching, so you put on a show.

You pull your middle finger out, watching it glisten in the dimly lit room, then you push it back in, along with your ring finger. You start slowly, but you can feel the pressure build up inside you, and you can't deny yourself release any longer. Your movements gain speed. Looking back up, you see Ran with his mouth open, eyes laser focused on your pussy. His dick is throbbing at this point, both of you needing to come soon.

Your fingers slow, and you pull them out, placing them into your open mouth and sucking.

"Oh my fucking god." Ran says, breath hitching, becoming visibly more and more impatient.

Reaching over, your hand grazes over Ran's baton.

Shock is the best way to describe Ran's reaction. His eyes are on you. If you do what he thinks you're going to do with his baton, he might just explode.

Grabbing the weapon, you run it down your body, grazing over your pussy lips slightly.

"Keep your eyes on me." you tell Ran, his thoughts confirmed as you slowly insert his baton into you.

It's thick and cold, not nearly as good as Ran's cock, but you're so needy just about anything will do at this point. The friction inside you feels so good, baton pumping inside you at an increased pace. Your hand moves quickly, and you feel your favourite type of relief approaching. A few more pumps of Ran's baton and you're squirting all over the glass table, strings of your sticky juices reaching Ran.

"Baby, hah-- get up here and untie me right now."

Your thoughts are blurred, the release you just felt was amazing, but you've never needed Ran's cock inside of you more than you do at this moment.

You quickly get up, legs still shaking and slightly dazed as you fumble over Ran's constraints.

"Come on baby, please."

He's rushing you, and you're trying but your hands are shaking with anticipation. Finally, you hear the click of the cuffs and Ran lunges forward, grabbing you by your thighs and leading you to the bigger couch. He throws you down harshly, your body still coming to terms with your very recent orgasm. Before you know it, your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his dick is plunged deep inside you.

You moan loudly. You've fucked Ran plenty of times but this time was on another level.

He pulls out slowly, then pushes back inside. His hand around your neck, squeezing every so often, making sure you're looking at him.

"Look at me. Look at what you've done." he pants out in between thrusts. "I can't stop, baby. I can't fucking stop."

Your head goes fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your brain is intense, but the feeling of your orgasm building is stronger.

"You gonna squirt again?"

You can't respond. He knows that, he just likes teasing you.

"My little pet gonna squirt for me? Come on, get me all messy."

You can't take it anymore, Ran's teasing tone and the way he's pounding into you is enough to make you do as he says. You squirt one more time, covering both your bodies in your juices.

Ran's pace continues, you try and push him away, the aftermath becoming too much for you.

"Ran, please. I can't-- anymore."

"You can take it." Ran says as he leans down, covering you in sloppy kisses. He holds you by your jaw, making you keep your mouth open while he spits into it.

He's turning you on so much, and after all the pleasure you've received, you realise that Ran hasn't come yet. He's not done with you.

Suddenly, Ran flips you over onto your front, placing a pillow underneath you to raise your ass slightly.

"I'm gonna fuck you some more, and you're gonna take it."

You're so aroused at this point, Ran could suggest literally anything and you'd be up for it. He grabs your hips, pulling you back into him. You feel the tip of his cock against your dripping pussy, slowly entering you.

You gasp. You're fucked out but for some reason you don't want to stop either. Ran starts roughly ploughing into you, showing your pussy no mercy. He runs his hands over your ass and spreads your cheeks. You feel a wet drip going straight down your ass, and soon after Ran's thumb circling your back entrance.

You tense up, now it's you that has no idea what Ran is going to do next.

His thumb dips into your ass and you cry out in pleasure, both your holes being pumped by Ran. Soon after, Ran's thumb leaves your ass and in replacement you feel a cold, metal stick.

"Ran!"

"Shush, baby. Just relax."

You do as your told. A few seconds later, Ran's baton enters your ass. It feels much bigger than it did in your pussy, and you're senses are so overwhelmed that you don't know how to react.

Ran sets the pace of the baton in his hand, and when he's happy, he fucks into your pussy with relentless speed.

"That's my good girl. I knew you could take it, baby."

You cry out one last time, fingers gripping the couch underneath you as you come on Ran's dick. The feeling of Ran's hot seed being pumped into you only increases your pleasure.

All you can hear is both yours and Ran's heavy breathing, coming down from that whole experience. Ran slowly removes the baton from your ass, in love with the way your hole restricts around nothing. Just as he's about to pull out, you reach behind you, holding him in place.

He eyes you up, slightly confused at what you're implying.

"We're not done yet."

Ran's eyes light up, a sadistic smirk crossing his face as he slowly begins pumping back into you.

#ran haitani #tokyo revengers #smut #reader #anime #haitani brothers #bonten

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years ago

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Hey!

Feel free to ignore this if this isn’t appealing to you, but honestly I’m simping over Carol Denvers and could really go for some steamy fluff with her x reader.

Maybe just a dinner date gone dirty talk? Do whatever you want with this! :) Have a great day.

Completely Yours

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: Steamy, but not smutty

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: amazingly, I actually already had a piece I wrote last year that kind of falls into these suggestions! i tweaked the ending a bit from my original writing to hopefully make it more on the steamy side. and there's an element of jealousy/protective Carol. So, I hope this works okay! I immediately thought of it after reading your request :) Also I absolutely love Carol, one of my favorite MCU characters <3 I have a few pieces already written for her but only published on ao3 (and a previous writing blog)

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You stared at your lipstick collection, completely baffled by the choices. Was the red lip too bold for your lacy black dress? But was the pink lip too simple? Maybe the dress was the problem…

"Stop it," you mumbled to yourself and grabbed the wine red lipstick. You were nearly humored with your brain’s antics. There shouldn’t be anything to overthink given the fact you’ve been on countless dates with Carol. Heck, you don’t even remember being this nervous for your very first date, but, perhaps, the fact this was an anniversary date was maybe getting to you a bit.

You two were two years into the relationship but you still wanted to give it your all especially on such an occasion. You both had been so busy with one thing or another for your first anniversary so there was a lingering duty to make it up — and that’s exactly why the glam had to be perfect, no matter how many times Carol insisted you were gorgeous without it.

A knock came from the bathroom door as you were finishing with the lipstick.

"Babe," Carol called out. "Almost ready?"

You gave your hair a quick glance over and exited the bathroom. You were greeted by your stunning girlfriend all dolled up and looking as lovely as ever.

"All good," you smiled, shamelessly eyeing her.

She gave a knowing smirk, "You look so beautiful."

"Maybe we both clean up well," you teased, shrugging.

Your girlfriend just rolled her eyes at your antics and motioned towards the front door. You grabbed your purse and started heading ahead of Carol. But being the cheeky girlfriend she is, she couldn’t let you get far without giving a teasing tap on your behind. Now it was your turn to shoot her the eye roll which she just laughed away, following you out the door.

***

The restaurant was a busy scene tonight and upon noticing the patrons and their seemingly wandering eyes, Carol was on you in full protective mode. This could’ve been expected no matter where you two had gone and you’ve had to come to terms with that. Carol was quite the protective type and typically you adored it but honestly, it wasn’t necessary in your eyes. There wasn’t a thing — or person — in the world that could whisk you away from your love.

Choosing to ignore her change in demeanor, you pushed through the crowd to the hostess table.

"Thank gosh we made reservations," you said as the hostess left to check on the table.

But your girlfriend didn’t quite hear you. She gave a hum in response while fixated on something at the bar in the corner of the restaurant. You tried figuring out what held her attention but couldn’t pick anything out. Maybe she thought she saw someone she knew? But you dismissed it as you saw the hostess motioning you to follow her to your reserved table.

The two of you settled in and started flipping through the menu. Carol seemed to be occupied by the food selection, which gave you some sense of relief. Fingers crossed whatever had her captivated before had vanished. At one point she even grabbed your hand for a bit, running her thumb on the back of it lovingly as you two browsed.

It wasn’t until the waiter came by for the drink order that you realized she had her guards up the entire time.

"What can I get you two to drink?" The waiter asked.

"Glass of Pinot Grigio for me," you said, turning back to the food items.

When you didn’t hear Carol’s lovely voice responding with her drink order, you glanced up to find her still staring behind you.

"Um, could you give us a second?" You asked the waiter. They just gave a polite smile and headed towards the kitchen.

You sighed, slamming your menu on the table. That got your girlfriend’s attention.

"Carol, what is going on? Is there a galactic threat behind me or something?"

"Honey, no," Carol sighed. "It’s just… This guy at the bar keeps looking at you."

Your jaw dropped. "That’s what this is about? You’re gonna be distracted our entire anniversary dinner because you think some guy is looking at me?"

Carol’s once rigid expression quickly turned soft at your tone. She grabbed your hand across the table, trying to soothe your rising anger. Shaking her head, she said, "No, babe, that’s ridiculous of me."

You put your other hand on hers, nodding. "It is ridiculous. There is nothing worth ruining this night over, okay? You’ve got me, baby, I’m not going anywhere."

"Forever?" She smirked.

"Forever," you mumbled as you leaned across the table to give her a kiss which she happily leaned into.

***

The dinner went very well after Carol calmed down. Drinks helping to ease any worry. You two flirted and giggled as if it was the first all over again and, boy, did it feel magical. Pasta was eaten, wine was sipped… and even kisses were stolen like lovestruck school girls. The man at the bar had been completely forgotten by both of you.

After you two finished your dessert (with a side of Carol’s cheeky comments about dessert after the dessert), you had to run to the restroom. Carol nodded and said she’d wait for you at the front of the restaurant.

With a quick kiss, you departed from the table. In the restroom, you did some make-up retouch up. The night was just heating up in your eyes and you still wanted to look like an absolute dream for your woman — not to mention you were quite antsy from the constant teasing.

After a quick powder and recollecting your items, you reemerged from the restroom. You were fumbling for your phone in your purse, making your way to the restaurant exit, when you slammed into something hard.

A bit dazed, you look up expecting a sudden wall or pole, but instead you were met by some handsome, well-dressed man uncomfortably close. He was smirking down at you, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going." You said, giving your fakest, most polite smile.

Apparently, it worked too well because the man’s smirk turned into a smile with his eyes curiously watching you.

"Trust me, sweetheart, it’s all good."

The pet name made your stomach turn, red flags waving. You let out a breathy laugh and tried stepping around him, but he blocked your attempt.

"Sir, I have someone waiting-,"

"Oh, the girl you were with?" He asked. You gulped realizing this wasn’t any man, this was the man Carol had been nervous about. You really didn’t think there was any man staring at you and that it was just Carol's paranoia kicking in. But no, your girlfriend had been rightfully cautious and you were kicking yourself for being doubtful.

"Sir, really-,"

"I think your friend wouldn’t mind waiting," he said, not only cutting you off but blocking you again with his broad body, his hand coming near your side as if trapping you.

"She’s my girlfriend," you snapped back, blood boiling at his game. "So, I’m not interested."

"Oh, a girlfriend! That could make this a lot more interesting-"

"Hey!" A voice boomed from the dining room entrance. All heads turned towards your clearly pissed-off girlfriend, heels hot marching towards you. She was steaming — well, maybe nearly glowing — with anger. "Get away from her."

"Ah, it’s the girlfriend-,"

"You’re damn right it’s the girlfriend," Carol snapped, eyeing him quite intensely. You knew there wasn’t much stopping her from taking him down this second. "And now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my girl home."

She didn’t even let him get in another syllable before grabbing your hand and leading you to the exit. Patrons eyes were still focused on the rampage occurring but you were way too focused on your girlfriend. You weren’t sure you had ever personally witnessed this side of her. Sure, you two had arguments before, but this was… A lot. She was scared, angry, frustrated… A bottle waiting to explode.

When you two made it back to the car, you went to console Carol but she never gave you a chance. Within seconds you were pressed against the passenger side door, her lips hot and ferocious against yours. She moved with such anger, such passion, you almost let yourself get lost in it but you knew it wouldn’t solve anything like talking would.

"Honey," you gasped for air, pushing Carol gently off of you. You cupped her face with shaking hands. "Hey, I’m sorry."

"No, it’s just…" She pulled away, arms flailing in defeat. "I knew it! I knew that asshole would… God! Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

You sighed, your gaze drifting to your hands, picking at your nude nail polish. "I really didn’t think there was anyone looking at me."

"You innocent, gorgeous woman," Carol chuckled in disbelief. "I feel like I’m always shooing men away from you."

"It shouldn’t matter," you said, grabbing your girlfriend’s nervous hands. "I’m yours, honey. I am yours."

Carol hummed in appreciation and moved closer to you. "Mine?"

You nodded, watching her go from frazzled to lusting. She closed the gap, nearly towering over you as you leaned against the car. Her sweet, strong face was barely illuminated by the streetlights but you saw the love come back to her eyes.

"Really mine?" She asked again as she effortlessly dipped her head and started kissing up your neck. Her hand began making its way down your side, past your hips, where it began caressing the inside of your thigh.

"Yes, Carol, yes!" You giggled, squirming under her actions.

Her kisses made their way up to your face. She whispered so lovingly in your ear, "Maybe, we should get home, then, and you could show me." She paused. "Because I'm definitely itching to show you just how much you mean to me, baby. You wouldn't believe the ideas running through my head."

Briefly, her fingers lingered over your clothed core. You sighed.

"Maybe we should just find somewhere private around here?" you whispered back, motioning towards the backseat door. "I don’t know if I can wait."

And that was very much true. You could already feel yourself soaking through the material of your panties.

"You little minx," your girlfriend laughed, placing a needy kiss on your lips, her thigh subtly grinding into you. "You’re going to kill me one day."

You moaned, pressing yourself against her, your body burning with need. "Not if you kill me first."

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All Men Have Limits - III

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Previously on…

Bruce was having yet another night without sleep. It happened often. And similar to the rest of the family, he just learned to function on very few hours of sleep.

So, he decided to make his way down to the kitchen.

But as he walked down the long hallway of bedrooms, he noticed that Y/N’s door was open. He glanced inside to see that it was empty and her bed was still neatly made from this morning.

He looked down at this watch to see that it was almost 5AM.

A part of Bruce expected to find Y/N snacking or drinking coffee. But she wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Bruce sighed, realizing where she’d be and made his way down to the cave.

He expected to find Y/N with her eyes bloodshot and shoulders hunched over at the computers.

What he didn’t expect was to find Y/N passed out, slouched in the chair, knees in her chest and head balanced on the palm of her hand. How her elbow stayed propped up on the arm of the chair was beyond Bruce.

He smirked at the sight.

Perhaps she’d been spending too much time around the Wayne family. She was starting to adopt their bad habit of exhausting themselves.

Bruce knew she would be irritated if he moved her. But, honestly, he didn’t really care.

Carefully, Bruce slipped his arms behind her back – separating her from the chair – and then behind her knees, slowly lifting her into his arms.

Even though the movement was extremely smooth, Y/N still stirred.

“I was just taking a cat nap,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t even open her eyes to make the argument compelling. “I’m still working.”

“No, you’re not. Time to get some sleep.”

“Mmmm. Fine,” she slurred and tucked her head into his neck.

Bruce wasn’t sure if her mind even put together that it was him carrying her.

But he savored the closeness as he carried her out of the cave and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor.

When they got to her bedroom, Bruce put her down on the bed so softly, that she didn’t even feel it. Then he bent down to take off her shoes and unfolded the covers to tuck her in.

Just as Bruce reached the door.

Y/N woke up slightly and muttered, “Night, Bruce.”

His hand froze on the doorknob. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure if he had imagined it. But he couldn’t find the courage to turn and face her.

So he shut the door and let her sleep.

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“Where’s Y/L/N?” Damian asked the table.

She usually ate breakfast with them.

“Still sleeping,” Bruce answered without looking up from the newspaper. “No one bother her today. She needs to rest,” that made him look up and give a warning look to Tim, Damian, and Dick.

Then Jason came stomping into the kitchen.

He grabbed a pastry and ate it standing up, getting crumbs all over the floor.

“Where’s ladylove?” He asked with his mouth so full that he looked like a chipmunk.

Bruce ignored him and looked back down at the paper.

But Dick frowned at him. “Don’t call her that.”

“What do you care?” Jason laughed.

Dick didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He just thrust his chair back and shoved Jason’s shoulder as he stormed past him.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Jason asked once he was out of ear shot.

“Watch your language,” Bruce warned with a glare from behind his paper.

Jason exhaled a laugh. “I’m not a kid. I also don’t live under your roof anymore.”

“And I consider that a gift,” Damian muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jason smacked the back of his head.

Damian flew out of his seat and lunged for him. “I will end you, Todd!”

“Maybe when you hit puberty, demon spawn.”

“Damian!” Bruce shouted to get his son’s attention. His son snapped to attention. But then Bruce’s tone was eerily calm when he continued with, “Control your anger.”

It was something they’d been working on since Damian arrived at the manor. Bruce guessed that Damian would always have a temper. But he needed to learn how to control it. Through time and practice, he got better.

Damian took in a deep breath, but still looked like he wanted to murder Jason.

“I will be training,” Damian announced through an irritated sigh before leaving.

Bruce glared at Jason. “Don’t push him.”

“He started it.”

“You claim you’re not a kid, so don’t act like one.”

“Speaking of kids…” Jason started with a smile.

Bruce swiftly stood up. “Don’t even try.”

Then he was gone as well, leaving just Jason and Tim.

“Well, it appears everyone is in a rather bad mood this morning,” Jason joked.

But there was no response from Tim.

“Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!?” Jason yelled.

That woke up Tim and he jumped. “Huh? What?”

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Y/N would’ve slept the whole day if she hadn’t smelled the coffee and breakfast.

She winced as she woke up to see if her mind was playing tricks on her.

But on top of her nightstand sat a beautiful, antique tray with a full American breakfast on it, a cup of water, a giant mug of coffee, and a little vase with a tiny flower in it – a single, pink peonie.

Y/N rubbed her eyes awake with a shy smile.

Alfred was way sneakier than she realized if he could bring in a full tray like this and not even wake her up. She must be far more exhausted than she originally thought.

But then a piece of paper caught her eye. A note.

Y/N reached for it.

In the neatest handwriting Y/N had ever seen, she read:

“Perhaps you should take the day to relax. I apologize for my behavior last night.”

Y/N snorted at the word ‘behavior.’ Everything he had done last night was passive. It was more of an energy and tension than actual behavior. But Y/N had to give him credit for being aware of it. He had annoyed her last night, especially when Dick somehow took the fall for her own actions regarding her own life.

She ate the food at a disturbingly fast rate, not realizing how starved she’d felt until taking the first bite.

She would definitely miss Alfred’s cooking when she finally left Wayne Manor… whenever the hell that would be.

Y/N hoped it was sooner rather than later.

‘No, you don’t. Liar.’ A voice said inside her head.

Once Y/N had finished eating at light speed, she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. She grabbed her coffee and carried it through the hallway.

She heard typing coming from Bruce’s office. He hadn’t used the room since she starting stay at the manor. So, her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned into the doorframe.

Bruce was wearing a navy polo that fit tight on his toned body. He was behind the desk, typing on the computer with his brow folded in concentration.

He immediately noticed her presence and looked up from his work.

“Hi,” she said shyly before she leaned her back into the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

Bruce leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I can’t take credit for the actual cooking,” he admitted with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” Then she looked around the study. “I was on my way to the cave when I heard you in here.”

Bruce frowned at that. “I thought you were going to take the day off.”

“I think you thought I was taking the day off.” Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at all the work spread out on his desk. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“This is Wayne Enterprises, not my…nighttime…activities.”

Y/N shrugged and sipped more coffee. “Still work.”

Bruce rubbed his face. “Guess so.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Y/N walked into the room and didn’t break eye contact. “If you take the day off, so will I.”

She expected Bruce to immediately shoot down her offer.

But he was smirking as he considered her proposition.

“Deal,” he told her before standing up and walking out from behind the desk.

He got unnecessarily close, invading her space.

Bruce held out his hand.

Y/N grinned at the formal gesture, but shook his hand.

But when their hands gripped together, the gesture no longer felt formal. It felt intimate. Y/N’s grin fell when she acknowledged it.

“What did you have in mind?” Bruce asked. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If he felt the same intimacy as she had, he didn’t show it.

Y/N cleared her throat. “How about something simple? Maybe a walk?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “A walk sounds good.”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Y/N sassed.

He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes before gesturing to the door, silently telling her to go first.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was getting an informal tour of the grounds at Wayne Manor from the owner himself.

Y/N listened closely, genuinely finding all the history interesting. Bruce was surprisingly a good storyteller – even if he was more informative than colorful.

“I know you had a hard childhood. But it still must’ve been nice growing up in a place like this,” Y/N tried to tell him.

“I suppose so.”

He glanced at Y/N and found her giving him an encouraging look, as if she was silently begging him to say more, to share more.

But he left it at that.

“Damian is rather fond of animals. That’s why we updated the old outbuilding. He keeps his horses there…amongst other things.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded, “He was telling me about Batcow the other day.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me telling you this, but I think Damian has enjoyed having you around – all the boys have.”

Y/N hummed and turned to fully face Bruce. “And what about you? Have you enjoyed having me around?”

“Wayne Manor is the safest place for you right now.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bruce.”

But he already knew that.

Y/N waited. Because she wasn’t going to let him ignore her question.

“Dick has taken quite a liking to you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Don’t change the subject,” Y/N snapped.

He opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off.

“We’re not talking about me and Dick. We’re talking about me and you.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Y/n took a step closer to him. “Why did you kiss me the other night?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Did you not want me to?”

“What does it matter?” Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I want to know what you’re thinking. I thought I put up walls. But you give me nothing, Bruce. Absolutely nothing. One second I think you see me as a nuisance, then the next you’re fucking kissing me.”

“You’re not a nuisance.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Y/N threw up her arms.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He asked evenly.

Always calm and collected. Overly polite. Controlled. Closed off.

“Forget it,” Y/N breathed and started walking back to the manor.

But after she was a few yards away, she realized she wanted to say one last thing and turned back around.

“Not that it matters. But I did. I did want you to kiss me.”

“Then why did you run away?” Bruce asked.

“Because I knew you would do it eventually. And I was trying to protect myself.”

So much for a “day off.” When Y/N was upset, she turned to her work to take her mind off of things. Was it denial? Was it displacement? She didn’t like to dwell on it. And most of the time, there was no one in her life to call her out for it.

Y/N thought she was emotionally distant, but Bruce won that race by a landslide. And she found it infuriating.

It was interactions like the one she just had that made Y/N think everything Dick tried to tell her about how Bruce saw her was utter bullshit.

Y/N arrived to the cave with an energy she was definitely not expecting.

Damian and Dick were training on the lower level while Tim and Jason observed from the sides.

Y/N had seen footage of each of them fighting before. It was one of the research pieces she’d watched while investigating them before figuring out their identities. But seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

Dick was using his escrima sticks, while Damian had his katana.

Jason noticed her arrival and made his way over with a smirk.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” he greeted.

“Please tell me that’s a sword for training and not an actual blade,” Y/N asked nervously while her eyes followed the two dancing around each other. She could even hear the blade slicing through the air.

“Don’t worry. They won’t seriously hurt each other.” He had a little side smirk. “Especially since Dick is Damian’s favorite.”

Y/N looked at Jason. “I always assumed Bruce was his favorite.”

He shrugged. “Dick’s been a father to Damian far more than Bruce ever has.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. It caught her by surprise a bit.

“Can you fight?” Jason asked her.

Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t know how to do…anything. I did one of those boxing workout classes. I hated it. All the instructors are male models, and that’s their side hustle.”

“I can assure you that was not boxing,” Jason laughed. “Why haven’t asked one of us?”

Y/N shrugged. “Seems like a waste of your time.”

“No, it sounds like a fun time,” Jason corrected.

She laughed at that.

They both watched the two again.

A few moments went by before Y/N quietly added, “I have a gun. I don’t really know how to use it. But I thought it was necessary with my…line of work.”

Jason nodded slowly. “These pansies have a certain aversion to guns.” He looked down at her. “If you need me to show you a few basics, let me know.”

Y/N quickly looked at him. “T-Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Jason Todd may have been labeled an anti-hero or even a criminal at one point. But deep down, he was still a Wayne. And even though he had the reputation of the bad boy, they all knew he was a sweetheart deep down. However, Y/N was now just seeing it.

Y/N jumped when Damian was slammed to the ground.

“Jesus,” she hissed.

“He’s fine,” Jason insisted.

But then he leaned closer and started pointing out certain moves to her.

“With Dick’s gymnastics background, he incorporates a lot more acrobatics and moves that require more flexibility. He’s good at improvisation. He also leans more toward taekwondo. But with his escrima sticks, he also uses arnis.”

He looked down to make sure he wasn’t boring Y/N before he continued.

“He almost moves like a dancer,” she thought aloud, proving she was interested and engaged.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Whereas Damian is still a kid. It’s less about power and more about agility. Before he got here, he was trained to kill. He’s mastered the sword better than any of us – but don’t tell him I said that. Damian’s had to adjust his technique and turn it non-lethal.” He smirked, “Just think devil ninja and that pretty much sums it up.”

Y/N laughed.

“And Tim?” She asked.

“Tim leans towards Kobudo, which is an ancient style developed by the Japanese. He prefers to use a battle staff. He’s smaller, so his technique is very calculated and controlled. Every move he makes counts for something. He’s extremely observant and can read his opponents like a book. Dick tries to create his openings, while Tim waits for the exact right moment.”

“Smart,” Y/N commented.

Jason nodded in agreement.

She turned back to him. “And you? What’s your style?”

“Brutal,” a voice said behind them.

Y/N whipped around to see Bruce standing behind them with his arms crossed. He’d changed, and was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Clearly he came down with the intention to train as well.

Jason didn’t seem surprised nor did he acknowledge him, meaning he probably knew the moment Bruce had arrived. He just didn’t care to notice him outwardly.

“Wing chun. Heavy-weight boxing. Krav Maga,” Bruce continued as if he was just listing of stats. “Angry…” he shrugged, “sometimes reckless.”

Jason scoffed at that.

“And he can’t seem to get over his complex for guns,” Bruce finished.

Jason turned to him. He was just an inch or so taller than Bruce. But he looked like he was twice the width and his muscles were somehow even bigger.

“Should we give her a show, B?” Jason offered with amusement.

“We’re not a spectacle, Jason.”

Jason looked down to Y/N. “Such a party pooper this one.”

She smirked at his sass. Bruce was not in her good graces right now, so she would support any and all mocking of him.

Y/N hadn’t even looked at Bruce since he arrived. And now she was choosing it as a perfect time to finally make her way to her computers and away from him.

Jason didn’t miss the cold shoulder. “What did you do to piss off yet another woman?”

Bruce glared at him, and walked down to the training area with the boys.

Jason followed after him.

He looked back and forth between Bruce and up at Y/N, a plan developing in his head.

“$100 bucks Bruce can lay out Dick in two minutes,” Jason said loud enough that Y/N could hear him.

Tim and Damian shared a smirk.

Bruce and Dick glared at him.

“I’m not betting against that,” Damian announced.

Tim smiled. “But I will.”

Dick shook his head in submission, “Fine.”

Bruce needed the practice, even though he was aware Jason had ulterior motives with his request. So he just gave Dick a look of consent.

Y/N tried to ignore what was happening, even though Jason made it very clear for her. She heard the sound of fists and feet hitting skin. He heard their grunts of pain and exertion.

It wasn’t until she heard Dick torment Bruce with, “Come on, old man,” that Y/N couldn’t help but turn to watch them below the platform she worked on.

Dick’s teasing worked, but not in his favor.

Bruce no longer took it easy on him. Maybe that’s what Dick wanted, but he was now on the defense.

They were fighting hand to hand. No escrima sticks or gadgets. Just hand-to-hand combat.

Y/N could tell the that Dick was starting to get frustrated.

Bruce, however, seemed completely calm. He knew all of the boys’ fighting styles and taught them the majority of what they knew. There was a part of Bruce in all of them. It almost made for an unfair fight.

Their movements got faster and faster. Y/N was struggling to figure out what was even happening anymore.

But just when she was about to give up her observing and get back to work, Bruce managed to get a proper grip on Dick and flipped him over his shoulder.

Dick landed on his back hard. So hard, that Y/N heard the smack and the sound alone made her feel sick.

Y/N gasped, and put a hand in her mouth when the sound came out louder than she expected.

Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Dick glanced up at her.

But Bruce was staring down at his opponent.

“Your weight placement was off and you know how to get out of that hold,” Bruce lectured. “You know better.”

Dick glared up at him.

Bruce offered him a hand up, but Dick ignored it.

“I know,” Dick growled as he got to his feet.

“You’re letting yourself get frustrated. It’s causing your mistakes.”

“I said I know,” Dick snapped louder this time.

Before an argument could really start, Alfred made his presence known by clearing his throat.

All the boys looked up at him, as well.

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I was rather certain you’d forgotten. Seems I was right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “I came to remind you all that the annual gala for the Martha Foundation is tomorrow night at the manor.”

“Can’t we reschedule it,” Damian whined.

Bruce shook his head. “The Court of Owls is made of Gotham’s elite – many of who are invited. If we cancel, it will cause suspicion.”

“You can’t honestly think we should risk that with Y/N being here,” Dick called out, gesturing up towards Y/N.

Bruce and Dick had a silent conversation.

Y/N knew it was about her, so she did not appreciate being excluded.

“Oh, wow. Looks like one of my safe houses is finally more secure than this place,” Y/N spoke up melodramatically.

But she should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

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