#i can use a temporary pin to get into my room but the door to the whole floor needs my card. which i left in my dorm

[paperconsumption]

#locked out of the dorm

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

corrupt!Satoru refuses to let go of his little sorcerer girlfriend when he becomes a vessel: Sure things have changed a bit.. Okay, a fucking lot. He's been put on a temporary leave by Yuji and the others till they can figure out a reverse. Which unfortunately for you means he's got all that time in the world to focus on your guy's relationship. "Y/n!" The unanticipated shout of your name almost makes you jump out your fuckin skin, quickly scarfing down a scolding hot piece of bacon so you don't choke. Dammit, you thought you could enjoy a nibble of breakfast before having to appease your master boyfriend. You pray to any God with a heart that Satoru wasn't too pissed at you for not being by his side when he awoke. From the goosebumps creeping down your neck and eerily sudden silence surrounding you, it's an obvious useless hopeless wish. "Why the fuck weren't you next to me when I woke up? Did I not say havin you by my side at all time keeps me from becoming.. Murderous?" The sudden presence and growled query compels you to spin around, starin up at him with wide frightened eyes. He's shirtless, gazing back with an unreadable expression as his magnificent morning wood bulges obscenely. "T-toru, I -" His hand damn near teleports to hold you firm around your slender brown neck. "Know what? I don't really feel like hearin whatever pathetic excuse is about to fall from those cute lips, baby. On your knees." He tells you, pushin you down with one hand while pullin his dick from his dark grey joggers with the other. You comply, eyes teary at how he glares down at you menacingly. "Better not disappoint me twice this morning, y/n. No tellin what I might do.." He warns, head falling back as he slips his dick into your mouth with a sinister smile on his pretty face.

corrupt!Gojo monitors the fuck outta who you talk to and where you go: If he can't have you near him 24/7, he NEEDS to know 1. Where you're goin; 2. Who's gonna be there; and 3. When the fuck you're comin home to him. "You're late. Fuck are you, little girl?" You're never gonna get used to the snarl that consistently stains his tone, even when he's not irritated. You're late coming back from what was supposed to be research on a curse, so Satoru calls you. "Just by a few minutes. I'll be there soon." You assure him, pullin your cell from your cheek briefly to check the time. "I didn't ask how late you are; I asked where you were." You don't waste a second droppin a pin. There's a bit of shuffling over the phone before he speaks again. "I'm on my way to pick you up. Stay where you are. Better be alone like you said, y/n." The line clicks dead as you heave a heavy sigh, makin sure not move an inch till you see Satoru pull up.

corrupt!Satoru doesn't do well with anyone besides himself being mean to you: Slamming your front door shut upon entering, you stomp towards your bedroom as tears of frustration leak from your eyes. You don't make it past the couch in the living room before Satoru's sittin down on it, perching you in his lap. "Who fuckin did it, baby? Huh? Tell me! I'll rip their fuckin head off." His gruesome words don't match the soft imploring look in his piercing eyes; you miss that look so much that the truth spills from your lips without a thought. "I thought I'd make it to Grade 2 today.. It didn't happen. They brought in someone new. Some jerk that failed me cause I wouldn't let him touch me." Your hands slap over your mouth, the last sentence accidentally comin out before you can think. That unreadable expression graces his features before you end up face down in the couch, panties swiftly pulled to your thighs as he eats your poor unsuspecting lil puss from the back. "What the fuuuuuck? Toru, ah! S-satoru, wait. Please just- ohmyGod!" Ofcourse he ignores you. Slurps ya cunt so good that you cum in under a minute. Only then do you get a response. "Get the fuck up. We're goin back up there. Gonna have a lil chat with Mr. New Guy." He commands you, landing one more lick up your slit and a harsh slap to your ass. You leveled up that day. And Mr. New Guy was gone by the next. Yuji and the others don't bother standing in Satoru's way.

corrupt!Satoru loves marking your body and staking his claim: He doesn't think a day should pass before he's adding a new one to the collection. So he corners you when you're in the kitchen doin the dishes. "Hey gorgeous. Wanna make you cum real quick.." He mumbles, pressin up behind you. His hard cock humps your backside slow and firm as he fingers you through your itty bitty shorts. The first swipe has you poppin your ass back on his dick, keening Satoru's name like a fuckin banshee. "That the spot, princess? Yeah it is.. Know all your spots. Just like Daddy should, huh?" His tone is so cocky but you know better than to disagree and nod to his question anyway. "Yeeees, only you can make me feel like this. Always make me feel so goood, Toru." He soaks in your praise and at this point it's a givin that you've completely abandoned your task. A damp hand slides to the back of his head for a handful of his soft snowy locks as he nips and sucks at your neck. His sensual lips are one of your weaknesses; never fail to make you whimper like a bitch in heat. "Satoruuuuu.. Daddy please. Want some dick.." He chuckles at you, wonderin if you can even handle it- not like that would stop him. Still, your knees are already so you weak he has to hold you up, arms slung around your waist to plaster your back to his front. "Fuck baby, so pretty when you beg for my cock. Look even prettier when you let me claim you like this." Fine, he'll give you what you want. But first.. He pulls his lengthy dick out, your small shorts down, and slips it between your plushy brown ass cheeks. Your boyfriend's eyes nearly cross at the tight warm hold of you. Satoru pants and huffs, quickly starting off with short strokes that numb his mind. "I'm gonna fuck this perfect fat ass one day, y/n. Thats right, and you're not gonna be able to stop me. You can beg and cry and scream all you want.. Mmmfuck- but Daddy's not gonna listen, baby. Not one bit. I'm gonna keep goin till you squirt all over me from the feelin of it." Precum assists him slidin back and forth with ease, but his filthy words aid the throbbing in your clit and flutter in your gushy cunt. You only moan back in response to his dirty admission. Its okay. Satoru knows you always get like this: speechless when you're about to cum. Goddamn you turn him on so fuckin much. He bites at the sensitive spot on your throat, locking his teeth and groaning like a wild man. It makes you clench around his dick, him in turn pressin his digits with an accuracy that forces you to cum so good. "Good fuckin giiiirl, baby! So proud of you. Takin my mark and cummin on my hand- fuuuuuck. I own you, princess." Your quick wordless whines spur him on, fingers still yanking his hair viciously as your arousal spills to the kitchen floor. The sting of the pull has Satoru howling while he cums buckets in you. He's licking messily at the fresh bite on your neck as he smears his nut all over your plump ass. Fuck, you always make him buss so fuckin so hard! He's breathing fast, eyes flickin between where he paints you, your new bite mark and how fucked out you look even though you haven't had his dick yet. Speaking of, why the hell is he still so goddamn rigid? But you.. "You're so fuckin wet.." Satoru spears you on his cock without a second thought, your loud stunned cry makin a warmth shoot up his spine. He doesn't know when your hand joined the other in his hair, just cherishes how tight you grip at him when he fucks the rest of his cock into you. Appreciates and adores any and everything you have to offer. 'Shit.. Guess its time to put a baby in you.' Satoru thinks as he holds you round your waist and drills your lil puss as you shout out in surprised pleasure. Christ, he loves you so fuckin much and he's never letting you go.

corrupt!Satoru In layman's terms: He shows you that he is very fuckin possesive and owns you in every conceivable way.

[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

Mine

Chapter 14

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You and Thorin disagree over your recent choices, and it seems this argument can only be settled one way...

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, 18+, NSFW, minors do not interact, Pin V sex, fingering

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your patience. I know this took a lot longer to post than I thought. The smuttier chapters always take me longer to write because I know those are the ones we all read the most😂 I promise it will be worth the wait and there will be plenty more to follow!♥

Word count: 3913

You shout his name in protest, kicking and struggling in his grasp. But his seething rage seems to have only made him stronger. He doesn’t even flinch when you beat your fists against the broad muscles of his back. And every effort you make to kick him in the face is easily dodged as he carries you up the stairs.

Bertram is following right behind him.

“Put my dancer down this instant!” he demands, struggling to keep up with Thorin’s angry strides.

“This is why I told you not to let him find out!” you shout from over his shoulder.

"You put her up to this?!” a yelp escapes you as Thorin whirls around at the top of the stairs, still dangling you over his shoulder. You can feel the growl reverberating against where your thighs are pinned to his chest.

“It was her idea,” you hear Bertram scoff. “Did you really think accommodating so many of you at once would come cheap? I was prepared to throw you out on your asses until she offered an encore performance to sweeten the deal.”

“Encore?!” Thorin’s grip tightens around your legs and you’re suddenly very grateful that you can’t see his face right now.

“An encore that has yet to be completed thanks to you. So either she goes back out there and puts on one heck of a performance or you and the rest of your companions will need to find accommodations elsewhere tonight.”

“From what I saw, she’s already given you more than enough of a ‘performance’ for one night. You and I can come to another arrangement in the morning but she will not be stepping foot on that stage again as long as I live.”

“That might not be as long as you think if you don’t put me down this instant, Thorin!”

He ignores your protests as he continues down the hallway, kicking open the door and depositing you back on your feet in the middle of the room.

You immediately rip his cloak off of you, balling it up and tossing it back at him. But it just falls to the floor in a pile as he turns his back to you. Opening your pack he starts to pull out various articles of clothing, tossing them over his shoulder to you.

“Get dressed,” he grunts. Shirts, pants, chemises, and skirts sail through the air but you merely bat them all away in defiance. It’s almost like he expected you to refuse when he looks over his shoulder at you. When he runs out of your clothes to toss at you, he simply starts to toss some of his own instead.

“Lack of clothing isn’t the problem here,” you remind him.

“Then what is?” he snaps, kicking discarded piles of clothing out of the way as he stalks closer to you. “Temporary insanity? Lack of attention?”

“Yes, Thorin,” you scoff, taking a step closer to him until the two of you are practically chest to chest. “I was so desperate for your attention that I decided to take my clothes off in front of a crowd of strangers.”

“You’d dance half naked for strangers but Mahal forbid people find out we have any kind of intimate relationship.”

“Are you still upset about that?!” you roll your eyes. “Not everything I do is about you, Thorin. It’s like Bertram said: he wanted to charge us far more gold than even Smaug has right now. We have a history, so I offered to do him a favor in exchange for lodging.”

“A history?” he scoffs.

“Yes, a history,” you snap. “I told you I used to be a tavern dancer to pay my way across middle earth. This tavern happened to be a frequent stop for me. Now quit deflecting!”

“I’m not the one deflecting, lass.”

“Then what do you call it when someone is pretending to be upset about information they already knew, in order to avoid talking about the real reason they’re angry?”

“What, pray tell, is the real reason I’m upset with you?”

You take a step closer to him, tipping your head back until the two of you are practically nose to nose. “I fixed things and it kills you. You can’t stand the fact that I was able to solve a problem for you. Mahal forbid the great Thorin Oakenshield show any signs of weakness, let alone allow a woman to solve a problem for him.”

“Now who’s deflecting?” he smirks and you let out an angry huff, crossing your arms over your scantily clad chest.

Thorin’s gaze dips down to where your breasts are pressed together above the shelf of your arms. He takes in the sight of your provocative attire for the first time in this new setting. Very little is left to the imagination in your current state. You have to resist the urge to shudder at the chill his gaze sends down your spine as he studies every inch of your exposed skin. His jaw clenches and you know he’s remembering just how many people were recently looking at the exact same ensemble.

He brings a hand to your chin, tipping your head back so you have no choice but to look directly at his scowling face. “No one gets to see you like this ever again, understood?” he growls and the corners of your mouth quirk up.

“Let me guess, except for you? That’s quite selfish of you Thorin.”

“I don’t care,” his grip tightens on your jaw, pulling you closer to him until your lips are just a breath away from each other. “You’re mine.” He devours you hungrily, pulling your bodies closer together. Your hands slide up his chest, clawing at the fabric separating the two of you.

“Mine,” he repeats with a low growl, abruptly releasing his grip on your face and taking a step back. Before you can protest, he is tossing you over his shoulder yet again. You let out a gasp as he tightens his grip around your bare thighs.

Trudging through the piles of discarded clothes on the floor, Thorin crosses the room to toss you down on the bed. You go to push yourself up onto your forearms but he is already climbing up your body to tower over you. Your lungs are heavy with the intoxicating scent of him as he pulls your mouth back to his. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to you, wanting his entire body weight to crash down on you until there isn’t any air left inside of you.

You shudder in delight when he breaks from your lips to kiss a path along your neck to nip at the shell of your ear. “Mine,” he says again, rising above you to fully admire your form trapped beneath him.

“Mine to touch,” his hands brush along your collarbone, traveling farther down your chest to trace the swell of your breasts. He bunches up the strip of fabric covering your top, lifting it to expose you fully. You think he’s just going to untie it, but instead, he tears the thin strip of fabric in two.

“Mine to admire,” he continues, ignoring the way your jaw has dropped at the loss of your only performance attire. Thorin doesn’t seem like he’s planning on letting you go anywhere in an outfit of that kind ever again, so perhaps it was part of his plan all along.

You narrow your eyes up at him in defiance, but he only smirks down at you. Watching the anger leave your eyes the moment his warm hands cup your breasts. Your jaw drops open again, but this time to release a moan as he squeezes and massages the flesh between his fingers.

“Mine to enjoy,” he declares keeping his eyes locked on yours as he lowers his face down to one of your breasts. Continuing to massage the other he gently sucks and bites at your now sensitive buds.

They’ve begun to darken and perk up ever since they were given his attention and he wastes no time worshiping the two mounds of flesh before him.

Wrapping your legs around his midsection you pull him closer to you, arching your back off the bed as you start to grind your core up against the hardness you feel trying to escape from his trousers.

Thorin gently scrapes his teeth against the tender flesh in his mouth and you groan at the sensation. Impatiently, you begin to tug at the edge of his shirt, desperate to have access to just as much of his skin as he does of yours.

Relenting to your unspoken wishes, he sits back upright above you slipping the material overhead. Your fingers connect with the warm skin exposed to you, tracing the muscles and ridges with your fingertips. You start to chart a path farther down his abdomen towards where you’re aching for him. You stop when your fingers brush against the rough material of the bandage you wrapped around his midsection. You were so caught up in your desire you completely forgot that he’s still seriously injured. Your hands go still, hesitantly hovering over the wound.

Maybe this isn’t the time. Despite how badly you want Thorin to fuck you into the mattress right now, you can’t risk doing any further damage. Especially with the rest of the journey still ahead of you. You’re so lost in thought you don’t notice Thorin’s hooked a finger under your jaw until he’s tipping your head up to look at him. “I’m fine,” he assures you but you still scrunch your nose up in thought.

“We should wait until you’re feeling better, as your physician I-”

He lets out a laugh, bringing his face down closer to yours. “You’re not a physician, lass,”

“I didn’t say I was a physician, I said I was your physician. I tended to the wound, I think that makes me responsible for its-”

He cuts you off again, this time with a gentle brush of his lips against yours. “You’re a truly maddening woman,” he whispers into your mouth, “and I won’t feel better until I’ve sufficiently had my way with you.”

“I suppose that could be considered an alternative form of treatment,” you mumble, all concerns disappearing from your mind as he brings your mouth back to his.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, gripping the strands to pull him closer to you until all of your senses are overwhelmed with him. The way he smells, the way he tastes, the way the warmth radiating off of his skin makes all the blood rush to your cheeks.

The rough pads of his fingertips trace delicate lines down your stomach, disappearing underneath the remaining piece of clothing covering your aching core. His fingers circle your clit with a touch so featherlight it elicits a needy whine from your lips.

“Please,” you whisper hoarsely against his lips. You’ve both been denied this pleasure so many times today alone. If your poor dripping cunt doesn’t receive some attention soon, you fear you might melt into a puddle beneath him.

Your fingers give a firm yank to his locks again, and with a warning growl, he plunges two fingers deep inside you. Your back arches off the bed, pressing your bare breasts against his chest as your mouth opens with a silent scream. Your eyes see nothing but stars and yet you can sense that self righteous smirk on Thorin’s face as he starts pumping his fingers inside you with a steady pace, stroking your inner walls in that one thrilling spot that makes your toes curl as you writhe and whimper beneath him.

“I know you don’t like to listen, darling,” he whispers above you, “but here is one order I know you will follow,” blinking, your eyes start to focus again on Thorin’s face looking down at you with a wicked smile. His eyes are filled with a darkness that makes your core clench around his fingers as he quickens his pace, bringing his thumb to trace circles on your swollen bud.

“Come for me,” he commands. And you do, without a second thought. Yanking a hand free you clamp your palm over your mouth to cover the cry of pleasure that escapes you. He doesn’t let up on his ministrations, even when your other hand tightens at his scalp so fiercely it’s a miracle you haven’t yanked a fist full of hair out yet.

With a heavy sigh, your body finally goes limp beneath him.

Chuckling, Thorin gently removes his hand from your spent cunt, bringing his soaked fingers to his lips hungrily. Your jaw drops at the sight, never breaking eye contact as he cleans every drop of your juices from his skin.

It looks so appetizing when he does it, you can’t help but stick your tongue out, batting your eyelashes up at him in the hopes that he’ll share. With a knowing smile, he is slipping his soaked fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. His eyes go wide in excitement, not only from the seal your lips have created around his fingers but also because your own fingers have slipped into his trousers. You wrap them firmly around his hardened cock, stroking as much of it as you can reach.

With his fingers in your mouth and his cock in your hand you look up at him with a pleading look in your eyes.

“So needy,” he chides with a click of his tongue. “You want more already?” you nod enthusiastically from around his fingers.

He brings his lips to your temple with a gentle kiss. “How could I deny such a beautiful creature?” reluctantly pulling his soaked fingers from your mouth, he reaches for his ever tightening trousers to finally free his member for your use.

Bringing your fingers down to your soaked bottoms, you slip them down your legs as far as you can. Kicking his trousers free, Thorin pulls the soaked fabric the rest of the way down your ankles discarding them somewhere in the mess behind you.

“Spread your legs for me, lass,” he commands, towering over you as he strokes his throbbing member in his hand. Blinking in shock, you open your legs wide for him, less from the command more from the sight of the cock before you.

You were far from a virgin at this point in your life. You’d met many different people throughout your travels and as a result you’ve had multiple lovers over the years. But try as you might to rack your brain you can’t think of a single cock you’ve seen that’s nearly as magnificent as Thorin’s.

It’s long and girthy, just looking at the strong member makes your cunt clench in anticipation.

“Fuck me Thorin,” you look up at him pleading, suddenly desperate to have it inside you, “please.”

“Mahal,” Thorin scoffs, “I don’t recall ever hearing you ask for something so nicely.”

Bringing a hand to your exposed thigh he starts to brush the tip of his cock against your weeping entrance, gathering all the wetness he can as he lets out a chuckle at the desperate whines escaping you in anticipation.

Finally lining himself up with your entrance, he brings his free hand to the mattress beside your face, caging you beneath him. He looks down at your face one final time, searching for any sign that you aren’t as desperate for this as he is.

“Fuck me,” you ask again, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And don’t be gentle.” You whisper into his ear.

That’s all the encouragement he needs, with a grunt he slams into you so quickly it knocks the breath out of your lungs. You nails scrape against his back as they scramble to find purchase while Thorin begins pounding his hips into you at a breakneck speed.

Honoring your request, he is not the least bit gentle with you. Your cries of pleasure are quickly drowned out by the sounds of slapping skin as he relentlessly thrusts into you so hard the bed begins to tremble beneath the two of you.

Let it break. You think to yourself. Nothing could pull either of you out of this cloud of lust that envelopes you. If it shatters beneath you, you’re certain Thorin will just continue pounding into you on top of the rubble.

“So tight,” he growls, “so warm. Feels just like heaven, I knew it would.”

You bite your bottom lip at the thought of Thorin fantasizing about this very moment. You can so clearly see him with his cock in his hand, imagining it was your cunt clenching around him just as it is now.

Untangling your arms from around his neck, Thorin reaches for your wrists, pinning them to the pillow above your head. “Don’t move them,” he commands with a sharp snap of his hips that makes you yelp.

Continuing a steady pace, he reaches for your legs behind him. Pressing one of your knees into your chest, he tosses the other over his shoulder. Gently kissing the exposed flesh of your calf he resumes his pace in this new position.

Throwing your head back you release a guttural moan, clenching your hands into fists above your head. With each thrust, Thorin hits deeper and deeper places inside yourself that seemed to have been previously left unexplored.

Every time the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix it makes you cry out louder in ecstasy. You’re itching to bring your hands back down to cover your mouth and suppress the noises the rest of the tavern will surely have heard by now.

“Keep them there,” Thorin reminds you, watching intently as you struggle to obey him. “I want them to hear.” He growls. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He removes your leg from his shoulder to press it down against your chest like the other, folding you in half and pinning you into the mattress by the backs of your thighs.

“Say it,” he commands, leaning over you as he somehow increases his speed even more.

You groan beneath him, you know exactly what he wants from you but you can barely string together a coherent thought right now, let alone a sentence.

“Say it,” he says again, bringing a hand to your jaw to force your eyes to look directly into his.

“I’m yours, Thorin” you whimper beneath him and he crashes his lips into yours.

“Louder, lass,” his pace becomes more frantic and you can tell that he’s getting close.

Looking directly into his dazzling blue eyes you cry out: “I’m all yours.”

In just the nick of time, he pulls out of you with a shaky moan, spilling his seed all over your stomach.

The room is filled with the sounds of you both panting breathlessly. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Your limbs feel so weak you can do nothing but lay on the bed in a post-orgasmic puddle, your eyelids starting to droop closed. You feel the mattress shift as Thorin rises from between your legs. You peel an eye open just in time to see him cross the room, still completely naked, to grab a wet rag.

He catches you watching him as he turns back to you, a gentle smile on his face as he returns to your side.

You can’t recall the last time you saw him look so… relaxed. His familiar scowl is nowhere to be seen as he gently wipes the cloth across your stomach and between your legs, a look of utter bliss on his face as he watches you watch him with a soft smile.

Once he’s wiped you clean he starts to rummage through the mess of clothing still littering the floor. You can spot dozens of your blouses and chemises from where you lay on the bed, but Thorin still grabs one of his own shirts from the pile.

“Sit up for me, a moment,” he asks gently. You push your aching limbs upright as best you can, Thorin’s hand hovering at your back to help you upright.

He slips his clean shirt over your head, helping to navigate your arms through the sleeves.

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you lay back down.

Once you’re settled back into a horizontal position he grabs for another set of clothing. You watch silently as he pulls on his shirt and pants from earlier. He reaches for his boots next and your brow furrows.

Is he leaving? Now that he’s gotten what he wanted from you and made a mess of the room. Is he just going to walk out that door and find another place to sleep for the night?

Thorin spots your look of confusion as he pulls his other boot on. “Don’t fret lass,” he assures you, “I’ll be right back.”

He gently slips out the door and you listen to the heavy sounds of his footsteps retreating down the hall. Your eyelids are still heavy, and you’re fighting sleep that threatens to overtake you. Only a few minutes pass until you hear him returning.

Shifting in the bed you push yourself up onto your forearms with a yawn as he reenters the room. You can smell the stew before he even opens the door and it instantly makes your mouth water.

“You missed dinner,” he reminds you, passing the warm dish into your waiting hands. “I had a previous engagement,” you reply with a mouth full of broth.

“Don’t remind me,” he growls as he kicks his boots back off, locking the door behind him.

“I’d say it worked out pretty well for the both of us,” you shrug. Thorin doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room to you, pulling the blankets out from underneath your bottom to tuck you into the bed fully.

By the time he’s wrapped you up underneath the covers and climbed in beside you, you’ve already inhaled the entire bowl. He laughs as you set it down on the bedside table with a hiccup. You sink deeper into the covers beside him and he reaches his hand up to your face, wiping a dribble from the corner of your mouth.

“Tomorrow we continue our journey,” he informs you and you nod in understanding. “In that case I certainly hope I’ll be able to walk in the morning.”

He laughs and pulls you into his chest. “I’d carry you,” he murmurs, burying his face in your hair. “I’ll carry you all the way home if I have to.”

You hum in contentment as you let yourself burrow deeper into his chest. Ignoring the stab of guilt in your chest when he says the word ‘home’.

It may have been your home in the past but it can’t be any longer. You wonder if you should tell him that you don’t plan to stay in Erebor long enough to call it home again. But then he begins to trace patterns with his fingertips over your lower back and you feel your eyes start to flutter closed.

Not now, you tell yourself. Not tonight.

Because you’re realizing that there is nowhere else in Middle Earth you’d rather be right now, than wrapped up in Thorin’s warm embrace. And you don’t dare do anything to spoil this perfect moment.

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idk if uve done smth like this b4 but dave in like 84-85 and ur at a party and he's mad cause ur with kirk.. 😁 then he finally gets u two alone anddd it escalates!!! thank uuu

Young Dave is sooooo Mmm… dave at this age was pretty toxic so I tried to give that vibe

WARNINGS: Degradation, really possessive dave, dave is a little toxic, rough sex

❕ ALL SEX IS CONSENSUAL ❕

I navigated my way through the crowd, keeping an eye out for my friend Dave. He was off doing his own thing, mingling and drinking—and probably indulging in some sort of heavy drug, while I tried to find my own place in the chaos.

I eventually found myself in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and nursing a drink.

I felt a bit out of place. That's when I noticed him, a tall, lean man with long, curly black hair and a calm presence.

Kirk Hammett. The newest addition to Metallica, and Dave’s replacement in the band.

I watched him for a moment, captivated by his soft eyes. He looked up and caught my eye, a small, welcoming smile spreading across his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice smooth and friendly. "Enjoying the chaos?"

I nodded, feeling a bit shy but drawn to his easy demeanor. "Yeah, it's something," I replied, trying to make myself heard over the music.

He giggled softly, a sound that seemed to cut through the noise.

"It's always like this," he said. "But it's nice to take a break and talk sometimes. I'm Kirk, by the way."

"I know," I said with a smile.

We began talking, the conversation flowing like melting butter. Kirk was charming and quite easy to talk to. I found myself finally relaxing, enjoying his company and the temporary escape from the madness.

But then out of nowhere, Dave appeared. His expression was dark, eyes narrowed as he glared at me.

I barely had time to react before he grabbed my arm and tugged me away from Kirk.

"Dave, what-" I started to say, but he cut me off, his grip tightening painfully around my arm.

"We need to talk," he hissed, pulling me through the crowd with a force that made my heart race.

I glanced back at Kirk, who looked concerned, but there was nothing he could do. Dave was determined, and I knew better than to argue with him when he was like this.

He dragged me down a hallway and shoved me into an empty bedroom, slamming the door behind us and locking it. The sudden silence was uncomfortable, the party's noise now a distant hum.

I turned to face him, my heart thudding in my chest.

"Dave, what the hell?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear growing in me.

He was fuming, his face red with anger. "What the fuck were you doing talking to Kirk?" he spat, his eyes blazing.

"Do you know who he is? He's my fucking replacement!"

I took a step back, the intensity of his anger catching me off guard.

"I was just talking to him, Dave," I said, my voice trembling. "He seemed nice, and we were just having a conversation."

"Just a conversation?" he sneered, taking a step closer. "Do you have any idea how that looks? You, talking to the guy who took my place? Do you think that’s acceptable?"

I swallowed hard, feeling the room closing in around me. "Dave, I didn't mean to upset you," I said softly, trying to calm him down. "I didn't think it would be a big deal."

He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that sent a curb in my gut. "Not a big deal?" he repeated, shaking his head. "You need to learn who you belong to."

Before I could react, he grabbed me and shoved me onto the bed, his hands rough and demanding. I gasped, the force of his actions leaving me utterly shocked.

He loomed over me, his eyes dark with fury and something else, something possessive.

"You think you can just talk to any guy you want?" he growled, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head. "You need to remember who owns you."

I trembled beneath him, a jumble of fear and arousal flooding my senses. There was something so sexy about his dominance. Despite the fear, I could feel the heat building between my legs, my body responding eagerly.

"I'm sorry, Dave," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to make you angry."

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You'll be sorry," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

He released my wrists, only to tear at my clothes, his hands rough and unyielding.

I whimpered, the sound escaping my lips as he stripped me bare, he did it with such ease, as if he’d imagined tearing my clothes off hundreds of times before.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So fuckin’ sexy. All mine."

“Do you want this baby? I won’t do it if you don’t want me to,” he whispered, squeezing my thigh.

“Keep going, I want it Dave, I want it,” I begged.

He didn't give me a chance to say any more before his hands were ravaging me again, his grip harsh. And I liked it.

He grabbed my hips, flipping me over so that I was on my hands and knees, my body trembling. I could feel his breath hot against my skin.

I was a little nervous to have my pussy perched up and at his full display, but by the growl that seemed to tumble from his throat, he was enjoying it.

"You're going to take everything I give you," he growled, his hand coming down hard on my ass, the sting making me gasp. "You're going to beg for it."

"Please," I whimpered, my body aching for more. "Please, Dave, I need you.”

"Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to take it all."

I heard the sound of his zipper, I couldn’t believe this was happening, Dave was really going to be inside of me. I could hardly believe it, or wait, I wanted it so bad.

He grabbed my hips, positioning himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing me, making me moan.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, his grip tightening on my ass.

"You," I gasped, my voice trembling. "I belong to you, Dave."

"That's right," he growled, thrusting into me with no warning, making me cry out. "You're mine."

He didn't hold back, his thrusts hard and fast, each one making me clench and squirm. I could feel the heaviness of his anger in every movement, the way he took me with such dominance.

It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and I could feel myself getting lost in the rough sex.

"You're going to take everything I give you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're going to beg for it."

"Please," I whined, my body trembling with need. "Please, Dave, I need more."

He laughed, a dark and wicked sound. "That's right," he said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, somehow. "You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped, my voice raw and raspy. "I'm yours, Dave. Please, I need you."

"That's right," he sneered, his voice dripping with pure venom.

"And don't you ever forget it. I'm not some replacement like Kirk. I'm the real deal. He could never make you feel like this, could he?"

"No," I whimpered, my body trembling with the force of his hips. "Only you, Dave. Only you can make me feel like this."

"Exactly," he growled, his cock becoming even more demanding. "Kirk could never fuck you like this. He could never own you like I do."

I begged, the pleasure and humiliation combining in a way that left me hornier than ever.

"You belong to me," he said in a low growl. "No one else. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Yes, I understand. I'm yours."

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I moaned, my body on the edge of release. "Please, Dave, I need to cum."

"Then cum for me," he commanded, his thrusts becoming uneven. "Cum for me, and remember who you belong to."

With a final, desperate moan, I came, my body shivering with my orgasm. It was probably the best feeling I’d ever had.

Dave didn't stop, his hips relentless, scooping out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess.

He followed mere seconds later, his grip tightening on my hips as he came with a low, guttural growl.

I felt my insides warm up, gushing full of his hot and sticky seed.

The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths, the air foggy with the scent of sex and sweat.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled together, both of us sated. Dave pulled me into his arms, his touch surprisingly gentle in the aftermath of our not so gentle encounter.

"You're mine," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Always remember that."

"Mmhm," I whispered, my voice laced with exhaustion. "I'm yours, Dave. Always."

[mchlgayser]

hi lovely! do you write for erling haaland? If yes, can you write anything fluffy (maybe even smutty) about him and pregnant reader? 💗

𓂃⭑ᜊ: NINE MONTHS ft erling haaland

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO LOVE! This is my first time writing for haaland so I hope it was okay xx. But as I inform on my pinned post, I don't do smut, that is due to a lack of experience(?) and not comfortable. So sorry but hope you enjoy this ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The rain pit-pattering against the window, the lighting strikes illuminating the starless night, thunders rumbling creating sounds inside the empty and cold house. You sat on the one-sitter couch near the balcony window reading a book, Behind Closed Door by Miriam Halahmy.

One hand, you're holding onto the book whilst your other hand is on your bump, caressing it gently. Halfway through the book, your eyelids grow heavier, feeling yourself craving for a deep sleep, perhaps a short wink. You put the book down adjust yourself on the couch, and drape the blanket over your figure to minimize the cold you are having.

Haaland on the other hand is already on his way home, the shotgun sit is full of a bunch of different snacks, chips, and chocolates. His car made its way inside your residence's car porch and he made his way out, bringing bags of sweets as he run over the heavy rainfall. He puts the bags down searching for his home keys.

He unlocked the door and immediately put the stuff on the kitchen island top, he walk all over the first floor looking for you but you are nowhere in sight. He treads his way upstairs to the second floor living room and found you near the balcony, sleeping.

Your head slumps against the headrest uncomfortably, your two hands guarding your bump, he walks closer, realizing that your body is shuddering in cold because of the blanket only made half way through you.

'Hey.' He started out to wake you up but you did't moved, your snoring only gets a bit louder making him almost laugh but he holds it back not to startle your sleeping form so he gently picks you up, one hand over your neck and the other at the back of your knees. He cradles you to bed and tucked you in

'I love you.' He confesses, bringing his face closer to peck the tip of your nose, Haaland offed from the bed to shower but you held his wrist 'Where are you going?' You slur out, one eye open to gaze at him before closing it back 'To shower love, I'll be back yeah?' You let a frown, and pout deepen 'Don't need to. Sleep now!' You please with two for eyes, he gently pulled your hand off and tucked it in back inside the duvet 'Gonna be back, right?' He began treading but stops abruptly when he heard a sniffle, he flinches head turning back to your figure, your arm covering your eyes as you cry, you take the near plushie and throw it to him 'I hate you! You won't coddle me anymore because of my bump!' You assumed, crying louder.

Haaland feels both bad and funny to see you cry over the smallest thing, he knows it's the pregnancy effect, you didn't mean it so he didn't partially feel bad but amused. He walks closer to you scooping you up and placing you on his lap 'Come on, you know I love your bump, it's cute. I wanted to shower because I feel sweaty, I stink you know?' You take him by the neck to pull you closer 'You are not! Just sleep with me! Kai needs you!' You accused the baby in your belly, it was a name you came up with for the baby but wasn't his real name, just a temporary name.

He finally let an amusing laugh, cradling your structure close to his broad chest and smiling 'Alright love, let's get to bed. Kai needs it don't you think?' You hum, still not letting go.

He put you on your side of bed whilst he goes to his, arms over your waist and hip 'Sleep yeah?' You bopped, he kiss the top of your head, one hand bringing up to stroke your hair gently while the other use to soothe you to sleep.

[inmyblueparadise]

could u do a part two of the story ab the never have i ever and the mile high club thing and the aftermath of the show where the guys are all interrogating y/n and upset. if not that’s ok :) thankss luv

Hi lovie ! I didn't plan on doing a second part, so I hope you like it ! Sorry it's a bit short :) xx

You knew the second you heard that you were playing Never I Have Ever on TV, that you would get in trouble somehow.

And right you were !

It started the second you set foot in the dressing room. You sat on your makeup chair to get a little touch-up before leaving the building, knowing that fans and paparazzi were waiting for you.

So Angel, want to talk about the bombshell you dropped on us on tv ? 

Honesty Louis ? Not really

I thought we were family, why didn't you tell us ? 

And as much as you loved your boys, this comment pissed you off a bit.

Since when am I required to tell you every little detail of my sex life ? Because I don't remember asking you guys how it went every time I heard you fucking on the tour bus ? Or when you left early with your girlfriends ? Or even when you left a party with a random girl ! 

Common' Angel it's not...

It's not what ? The same ? Really Harry ? All of you want to talk about honesty ? I didn't know you were seeing Taylor, H ! I had to hear from it on Twitter ! 

Babe...

No ! I love you guys, really, I couldn't imagine my life without you, you literally are a part of me, but I'm not comfortable talking about this part. You know most of my life, hell, I told Niall about my first time ! But this story, has fun as you think it could be, I was not comfortable with it at the time. It was awkward and lonely and I felt used, so sorry if I didn't want my brothers to look at me with pity ! Exactly like you are doing right now ! 

Oh Y/N ! We would never judge you or make fun of you babe, you just took us by surprise that's all..

But Harry didn't have the chance to finish before the door slammed open. And you knew that you were going to get yelled at from the look your manager was giving you.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. WERE YOU THINKING Y/N ? 

You could only look at him, narrowing your eyes, waiting for him to continue. You felt the boys tense behind you.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE REPERCUSSIONS ARE GOING TO BE ? YOU'VE JUST FUCKED UP EVERYTHING !

But it was too late, you were done being the good girl they wanted you to be, you were 19 for christ's sake !

I fucked up everything ? How about you take a step back and think for a second? You want us to sing about sex, but not talk about it ? Do you really think people hear us sing about sex, late nights, and wanting someone, and they think 'oh yeah those guys are virgins' I mean come on ! Should I do your fucking job and list the songs for you ? Rock Me ? Temporary Fix ? No Control ? Should I go on ? 

It's not the point Y/N..

You felt Liam and Harry back you up, ready to help but you held your hand. You were done being treated this way by men who only see you as a cash cow.

Is it not ? You have no problems with letting the media say Harry is a womanizer, of having the boys take their shirts off or even having me in a bikini, but having me talking about sex is where you draw the line ? Tell me, I think there is a world for this ?

I'll help you out Angel, that's called sexism

Oh thank you Niall, that's it. It's sexist ! You throw me to the wolf, have me in PR's relationship, on a magazine cover barely covered, but me being truthful in an interview is not ok ? I'm not a toy you can play with, I'm a person, I'm a woman and I'm done being treated like a child. 

You could hear a pin drop in the room. It was the first time you had stood up to the management for yourself, sure you had yelled at them a few times about how they treated the boys, but never you. And finally, at 19, you were taking the power. And god it felt good ! That's when you heard it. Someone clapping behind you. All your boys were looking at you, eyes shining with pride.

You had discovered yourself that day. Has the boys said, the baby grew up.

[medusapelagia]

8 Au-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 10

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, Temporary Character death [Steve], mention of previous death of characters Words: 2090

Owens and Joyce are looking at each other filled with eyes full of resentment.

“Elena.”

“It’s Joyce now.” the woman replies.

“Why did you leave us? To come here in the middle of nowhere to play doctor?”

“Fuck you Owens, you know nothing about me. I have a family and I wanted to protect them!”

“We would have protected them!”

“As you protected your own child?!”

Owens closes his mouth while Eddie looks at him surprised.

A child? Does Owens have a child?

“Come on kids, eat something, you worked hard on that android.” Hopper says putting a couple of plates in front of them.

“I miss Stevie’s cooking. I wonder if he will still be able to cook.” Will whispers.

“Everyone here seems to be in love with that android. But you promised me a story, Eddie, and now I want to hear it.”

Eddie nods and tells them what Brennan said about S.T.E.V.E. and himself.

“An android? Martin Brenner?”

“Yeah. He hides it quite well; if he hadn’t cut his own arm in front of me I would have not believed that.”

“But this means that if we manage to expose him, we could win the war!”

“We are at war?” S.T.E.V.E. is at the door, looking at them confused.

“Where is my husband? And who are you?” he asks.

“Shit.”

“Language!” S.T.E.V.E. scolds Dustin.

El gets closer to him, taking his hand “You were injured, don’t you remember? You need to rest.” she tells him, taking him back to the laboratory.

“Fuck.” Dustin swears again.

“What?!” Eddie asks, confused.

“Do you remember that he had encrypted files in his memory chip? Well, I think that they are not encrypted anymore.”

Eddie is vibrating with excitement “This is a good thing! It’s a good thing right?”

Both Dustin and Joyce glare at Eddie “How would you feel if you woke up one day and found out that you are not human anymore but you are an android?”

“But that’s what it is…”

“Eddie… he lived almost three hundred years as an android and he just woke up as a human, nothing good is going to come from such a sudden change.” Joyce states.

When El comes back she is looking really serious “I put him under. He is charging again in a stand-by mood but when he wakes up for real it’s going to be a problem.”

Dustin nods “Yeah, I was thinking of easing him into all this shit. And don’t forget that at the moment he is even missing components. He will not recognize himself either as an android or a human. God this is such a mess.”

“Maybe we should simply put him out of his misery.” Owens suggests, coldly.

“You were the one who said that he can help us win the war!” Eddie complains, but Owens smiles.

“He is not the only one who could help us, is it sweety?”

Owens’ eyes are pinned on El, while Joyce and Hopper get protectively in front of her.

“Stay away from my daughter.” Joyce growls.

“Only she is not really your daughter, is she?”

“She is mine.”

“What’s your name, honey?”

“El.”

“Which is short for…”

She remains quiet.

“I order you to give me your complete name.” Owens states and Eleven glares at him but answers.

“11KH9NHAKR.”

“Eleven, El, nice. Almost like your Stevie. Don’t you think, Ed?”

But Eddie is staring at the girl, trying to remember if he ever saw her eating or something like that but he really can’t remember.

What he remembers is how easily they pushed the android back to the repair room the first time it collapsed. It seemed too effortless, and that was because the little android was pushing the table.

Shit.

“You lied to me.” Eddie accuses her.

“No one lied to anyone and no one is going to do anything, so stop this stupid show right now.” Hopper exclaims, sitting in front of Owens “El is our kid, and I don’t give a shit about what you and your little group of weirdos think: I have no bad intentions but be assured that if you are going to say a single word about El I will not hesitate to kill you and your entire group of minions.”

“That’s what you choose, Elena? A caveman and an android girl?”

“Yes. And I already told you that it is Joyce now.”

Owens shakes his head “I’m sorry I failed you. I must have been a very bad teacher if you ended up like that.”

“Like what? Caring? And loving? What do you think will happen when you destroy all the androids, uh? Do you really think you’ll be able to rule the entire galaxy? We need the androids, that’s why we built them in the first place! We just have to find a way to live together in peace. That’s why I left your stupid group, Owens! Because I think that we can live together.”

“She is still an android, as is the boy.” the man replies pointing at El.

“She is not an android. Not… totally.”

Owens' eyes get wider “What have you done?!”

But Joyce doesn’t answer “This is the deal, Owens: we help you win your fucking stupid war and you let us be on this little planet no one cares about. Do we have a deal?”

Eddie looks at both of them, Owens' blue eyes pinned on the little girl.

“Do. We. Have. A. Deal?” Joyce spells out slowly.

Finally, Owens nods “We have a deal.”

***

The next time S.T.E.V.E. wakes up is pure agony for everyone.

He screams all day, until his vocal chip overheats and stops working, but Eddie can’t really blame him.

The poor android can’t even cry and waking up in a metal body, still convinced that you are at home with your husband three hundred years before must not be easy.

El has stayed with him all day, trying to soothe him, but the poor boy is inconsolable.

“I think it will lose his mind.” Dustin says, looking at some diagrams on his computer “You see this? Two different types of cerebral waves run at the same time. This can’t be good for his psyche.” 

Eddie nods, then looks at Dustin “Can you research something for me?”

***

When Eddie gets in the room, S.T.E.V.E. is still tied to the table, the poor thing seems without strength.

“Hey big… Stevie.” he doesn’t want to cause another crash in the system.

The android doesn’t give a sign that he has seen him.

“I did some research about your lover boy. Quite a spitfire, uh?” he projects some image on the wall in front of the android “Billy Hargrove, rich family, bad father, activist for gay rights. This is him, right?”

The android nods slowly while Eddie keeps projecting images of a blond guy holding a flag and fighting the moral police.

“And this is you. Steve Harrington, offspring of Harrington’s family. A degree in engineering and physics and a famous model. Aren’t you full of surprises?”

The android moves his mouth to say something but his vocal cords are not working.

“He is asking about Billy.” El explains to Eddie.

Eddie stares at the android for a long moment, then sighs and sits next to him, holding his metal hand into his.

“I know this might sound difficult to understand and to accept, but the images we are looking at are almost three hundred years old. Those two boys… they are not here anymore.”

“M… me?” a hurtful word finally came out from the strained mouth of the android.

“Let me tell you a story, uh? A long long time ago, there was a beautiful prince who was deeply in love with another beautiful boy. They thought their love would last forever, but the prince got really sick. This brave prince wasn’t scared about himself, he was scared of leaving his husband alone, so he asked a wizard to make a copy of himself to leave to his husband.

The wizard made the copy for the prince, but he wasn’t a white wizard, he was a black one, so he took all he learned and started to make a copy of himself to rule the galaxy forever.

When the prince’s husband discovered what the prince had done he got mad: he wanted his husband, not a copy, but when the black wizard tried to get the copy back the prince’s husband understood that he wanted to do something bad to the prince's copy, so he made numerous other copies and hid the precious one. He hid the prince’s memory deep inside the copy’s mind to keep him safe.” Eddie caresses the android face “You were loved, Stevie. You were so loved that someone made an entire battalion of other copies to hide you and I’m very sorry that now everything is confused in your mind, that you have difficulties reconnecting these two lives you lived, but you are special. You always were and you always will be and we will do our best to help you.” he promises, while the plastic eyes are still fixed on the blond figure on the wall. 

“D…”

“Yeah. He is dead.” El replies to the mouthed question “But he lives in your memories.”

The android turns his eyes, his expression so full of despair that Eddie feels like crying.

"Sleep well, sweet prince." he whispers to him, before putting him mercifully on stand-by.

***

Weeks later Eddie is still hunted like a rabid dog, while S.T.E.V.E. is getting better. Physically at least.

They have found a new arm for him and some weight for his back so that he is balanced again, but mentally, he is a mess.

He is not aggressive or dangerous, he just sits in the repair room all day, staring at a wedding picture that he can project on the wall in front of him, with no expression.

If he was human, Eddie would say that he is deeply depressed.

But he is not a human. Or an android.

He hasn't figured out what he is and the orders are still effective on him, so when Dustin commands him to get out and move some steps to keep his joints oiled, the android obeys and then comes back to the repair room.

"We can't use him. He is too broken." Owens states, while they are having a little meeting to decide the best way to expose Dr. Brenner "We need the kid."

"We are not going to put a kid in danger!" Gareth objects, he lost two siblings in the past and is really sensible on the matter.

"You have to understand once and for all that she is not a kid!" Owens explains to them for the million time.

"You just called her a kid." Eddie smirks.

"Ok, we will use the little android, is that better? Think of the public opinion's reaction! Not only is she half human but she is also a kid. It will be devastating for Brenner's public image!"

"Joyce will never let you use El, so find another idea." Eddie replies, playing with a screwdriver. He has just made some little adjustments to S.T.E.V.E. while trying to make him talk but with no success.

Owens blurts out "We can't simply declare to the world that Brenner is an android, you know that, right? We need proof!"

But both their proofs are useless: one is a kid with a very protective mother, and the other is a depressed android, so no luck.

"I'll do it."

They turn toward the android.

The fake skin is full of scars, so far from the perfect body he had when Eddie saw him for the first time, his plastic eyes are a little bit clearer, but he still seems out of his mind.

"What did you say?"

"What, the kid didn't fix my vocal cord properly?" he snarls.

This is the boy he was, trying to work things out with the android he is now, but Eddie can't help being worried about him.

"Are you sure? We don't have a plan but whatever we do, it will be dangerous."

"If you think I'll let you drag a kid to some shit like that, you are deeply mistaken." he answers sternly "I'll do what the fuck you want me to, but keep the kid out."

Ownes gets closer to him, studying the android for a long time, then he offers him his hand "Stevie, welcome to the Hellfire."

Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay I hope you enjoy it!

[kinetic-elaboration]

September 15: Braven, Second Time

I am really tired, so tired I legit fell asleep on my couch for a short period of time, but nevertheless I had the desire to write some more of the loftverse before bed. I don't even know. Like, yes, if I was going to write it probably should have been on Troped but... I don't have the brain for that. I just don't. I also haven't done anything else in a while and I think I need some variety.

This does not take place IN the loft but it's part of the same universe.

Braven, ~900 words, written in about 30-35 minutes, warnings for just a little bit of explicit content

Previous installments on the tag "loftverse"

*

The second time they sleep together, Raven tells him, "You're a romantic, aren't you?" out of nowhere into a slow-widening gray well of silence, and he almost has to laugh. She's sitting on top of him, and he'd been staring up at her tits, and the shape of her collar bone and the flow of her hair over her shoulders and her silhouette in the dreary winter gloom. But mostly her tits.

"What?" she asks, biting back a smile that's only an answer to his smile, pushing a confused half-bubble of laughter down. Slowly it softens. She touches his nose, the tip of her finger lingering there, then sliding down to bump against his lips. "I've figured that out about you," she says.

The first time was a one-off, the sort of thing good friends just don't discuss, but it opened the door to something that might become habit. He learned what she looked like naked because she brought him to her bedroom once and took her shirt off without warning--impatient as always, skipping over what she did not know how to do by using short cuts and fast tracks--knew the part of his brain that would say bad idea bad idea would be drowned out and shunted aside. And she was right. That was back in the fall after her boyfriend got caught cheating. Seems a lifetime ago now but she's not yet told him if she's over it, if she ever will be.

This one is on him. It's different in ways he can start to name, can't quite pin down. Maybe just that he didn't initiate by immediately stripping.

She'd come over early with this idea they'd go out to breakfast but the temperature had fallen overnight, the sky clouding up and dropping and that heavy, expectant hush in the air, like a storm gathering itself, so they'd stayed inside and eaten the rest of his cereal, then played video games on his couch. The whistle of the wind and the rattle of his windows in the blow and gust of it sounded of winter. He yawned, for real, stretched up his arm and let it rest around her shoulders.

She looked at him like, am I dumb? Do you think I don't notice it?

He gave her a smile that other women would find charming.

But she slid in against his side as she beat his ass six out of ten, threw the controller on the coffee table after and then just turned her face so her nose was crushed in against his t-shirt. He squeezed her arm, gathered her up close and listened to her inhale, and on the rattling long exhale, he slid his hand beneath her shirt.

None of it meant anything except that he was horny and cold and he knew if Raven minded, she'd just shove him away. Tell him to get over himself and shut up.

Now she's talking about romance and he's thinking about her tits, and wondering if she always takes her hair down to fuck.

The question (you're a romantic, aren't you?) is idle and content and hazy with sex, the bedroom small and square and the hour uncertain. His bed, a queen that he doesn't really need, came with the place and barely fits in the room. Around it is a thin border of floor, around and beneath it wall to wall carpet in an ugly gray-green color that always looks dirty, even when it's not. He's been planning to move out of the place for over a year now but hasn't found anything better, and because it was only supposed to be temporary, he never really decorated much: just a single framed painting on the bare white walls, a gift, which he's hung up over the dresser in the corner of the room.

He has two windows, though. That's the best feature of the place: the natural light. Right now they have the overhead light on and the floor lamp by the bed too, because the late afternoon light is the gray-white tone of a storm that just won't break, hazed out and cold. Occasional thin wisps of snow slant by, sometimes. Nothing that will stick; nothing that will stay.

Bellamy can see the snow, and the wintry light just on the verge of tipping into twilight, through the window just behind Raven, the window she's half-framed in. His palms are sliding up and down her legs, steady and warm, and his feet are still tangled up in the sheets of his unmade bed. He's thinking about Raven awash in his sheets and how she'd look if he flipped her right over and landed her on his pillows, and how he'll probably do just that, when he actually wants to come.

For now she's barely moving, only riding him slowly. As she watches him, the smile fades from her face, and she tilts her head and traces the curve of his cheekbone, wafts her fingertips across the freckles over his nose.

"Romantic?" he asks. He means himself, what she'd said, but for a moment she frowns down at him, confused.

Then: "You want a nice girl who will take you home to her parents," she explains, slow and quiet.

He squeezes her leg, feels the strong muscles there, the softness of her skin.

"Why do you say that?"

She shrugs. He wonders if this is the last time, if he should be taking in every detail now, before he tips over an edge, before the storm breaks.

"It's just something," Raven says, "I see in you."

[skylarmoon71]

Harrison Wells (Flash) - Oneshot

Harry has always been a bit of a distant person. Even though Team Flash was his family, there were still parts of his life that he kept from all of you. In a way you understood that. What happened with Jesse was an eye opener. You understood why he was always protective and guarded. 

That was years ago. 

Despite the progress made, you still felt like he was keeping something. It started a couple weeks ago after his trip back to earth 2. He returned much like he always did. Telling stories of Jesse and her team of heroes. Then of the new inventions he supervised when he had the time. He’d have his little arguments with Cisco and bicker about tech. But then on certain days, he wouldn't show up to the lab. He’d come back agitated and anxious. 

Tonight was the night. You were going to get the bottom of it. 

You’d snuck off to one of the empty rooms and decided to stake out Harry. Everyone pretty much left, and you knew if he saw you hanging around he would make some excuse as to why he wanted to be alone. 

It was already after nine. Peeking your head out, you ventured towards his quarters. 

“Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.” 

You smiled at the thought, and when you broke the corner, you noticed his door was ajar. Tilting your head, you moved closer. The soft groans from the other side confused you. 

“Harry? Are you okay?” 

You pushed the door open, and you were stunned at the scene of a shirtless Harry. His hands were braced on the desk, and he was sweating. His glasses were gone and he appeared to sniff the air, turning around so quickly you were surprised he didn’t get whiplash.  

“(Y/N)..” 

Was it just you or did he growl?

“You have to leave.” His voice was strained and he looked angry. Now you are very concerned. You stepped inside, closing the door as you glared. 

“I’m not leaving here until you tell me what’s going on. Start talking.” Your voice was firm. 

You felt a bit proud for standing your ground. At least you would have been. You blink, and it all seems unreal. Harry is by your side in a matter of seconds. Before you even have a chance to voice your surprise, your hands are slammed to the door. They are pinned. 

“H-Harry!” 

You aren’t sure what to do, because he’s strong. Unnaturally strong. He releases another growl and you swallow. You push your hips to try and get free of him, but nothing is working. His hips move forward, and now you’re completely bound. You whimper, more so when his tongue darts out and he licks your neck. The next thing you feel is his teeth piercing your skin and you cry out. Blood drips from the fangs that have penetrated you, and Harry guzzles the liquid. He gulps twice, and when he finally pulls back, you slide down the door, hand moving to your neck in shock. 

His eyes are dark. You can hardly see his irises. When they do become visible, you can see the hungry expression of his gaze change to confusion, then guilt and worry. He staggers back. 

“(Y/N)...” 

There’s fear in his tone, and you frown. What he expects is for you to run off in terror. What he gets is a completely different reaction. 

“SIT DOWN AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BIT ME!! YOU BETTER HOPE IT DOESN’T LEAVE A MARK!!” 

Harry winces. 

Maybe he would have preferred you running off in fear.

~~~

“You were bitten by a vampire bat and you didn’t think to tell us?!” 

Harry frowns, watching the piece of gauze taped to your neck. 

“I had it under control. I was reckless on my last mission. I wasn’t the only one infected. I’ve managed to cure all the other explorers, but it seems my illness progressed further than I realized. It’s taken me longer to produce the antidote for my mutation. “ 

“Of course it is!! Damn it my neck hurts!!” 

Harry’s head lowers. 

“I’m..sorry. I really am. I thought that I had it controlled. The injections work for a few weeks but they are only temporary. That’s why I’ve been keeping a distance during three week intervals. “ 

His crestfallen expression makes you feel guilty. This isn’t really his fault. It’s obvious that when it happened he tried to heal everyone first. That’s just the kind of person he is. He’d put himself in harm’s way for others. 

You sigh.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for yelling. I was just so mad. This whole time I’ve been so worried. It’s aggravating that after all this time you still don’t trust us. If you have a problem you can lean on us. We’re your family Harry.” 

He knows that, of course he does. It’s just second nature for him to retreat and solve the problem on his own. Some habits were hard to break.

“I’m going to come clean. I’ll tell Ramon and the others everything in the morning.” 

You smile.

“Thank you.” 

Now that you’ve settled that situation, you need to get back to the task at hand. It’s not just your imagination, his face looks a bit pale. 

“Harry.” 

He knows that tone. 

“I’m fine. I just got careless. I miscalculated the dosage. I was trying to make more of the temporary sedative.” Your eyes shift to the table. There’s a few liquids and a mixer. 

“You were working on it, that’s why you were down here?”

He nods, and you can see the small droplets of sweat gathering on his forehead. His chest is still exposed. 

“I’m missing an ingredient and I..I don’t think I’m strong enough to get it.” He admits. 

“Does my blood help?” 

His fists tightened in his lap and you can see the way he turns his head. It looks like he’s taking a deep breath, when he exhales, it’s shaky. 

“Don’t..say that to me.” 

This is a serious situation. It’s not like you have a lot of options. He’s hurting, possibly dying and without this ingredient who knows what will happen. 

“Tell me how I can help you. I’m not going to sit here and watch you in pain. So either you tell me or I’ll take matters into my own hands.” You place your hand on the bandage and he rushes over. You jolt when he grabs your hands from your sitting position. You’ve noticed that this has come with its own little kicks. Because he’s faster and stronger than before. 

“Okay..okay.” He sounds breathless, and he guides you back to the couch. You both take a seat, and you wait expectantly. His cheeks are flushed. 

“My..my urges are stronger. Contrary to popular belief I don’t need all of your blood. I don’t even need a quarter of it. Half a glass is enough to stop the thirst for months. I’ve been running the numbers. I wanted to be safe in the event that I did lose control.” 

That does sound like him. 

“If it’s not fatal then it’s fine. I’ll just give you some blood and when you’re up to full strength you can make the antidote. Easy as pie.” 

He shakes his head. 

“Not easy as pie. Haven’t you noticed that I already took some of your blood. I should have been satiated already.”

He’s right.

“Then why didn’t it work?”

He looks a bit unsure of the right words to use.

“Because…it’s physical as much as it is chemical. The last time it got this bad I had a blood bag. But I needed another outlet otherwise it wouldn’t work.” 

You’re lost. 

“Then just spit it out, what do I have to do?”

He swallows. 

“I need you to help me..” He pauses. 

“Release.” 

Your brows knit. 

“Release. Release what?” 

His eyes move to you, and somehow you can read the answer to that question. 

Your cheeks burn.

“O-Oh!” 

That’s what he meant.

His head lowers in embarrassment. 

“I understand that this is asking a lot. It’s why I’ve been trying to solve this alone. You have no idea how humiliating this is.” He runs his hands through his hair. 

You get it. Harry is a naturally proud person. But this was next level. Of course he would run into a hole. 

“So the last time, did you get yourself off?” 

His head lifts and he looks at you shocked. 

“I-Is that really the question you’re asking right now!”  

You can’t help it, you’re curious. You reach for the bandage, and he’s about to protest, but the second it’s off, it’s like he’s lost all will to complain. He leans back against the couch, and you can’t help but appreciate how breathtaking he looks. Exposed and vulnerable. This is a man who always has it together. The sight before you is probably never going to occur again in this life. 

It would be a lie to say you aren’t a bit excited. It’s a bit of a secret, but you do have feelings for this man. Despite his standoffish attitude, he’s a good person. Even when he tries to hide it. 

“Tell me how to help.” It’s a whisper, and Harry bites down on his lip. He’s too weak to fight you any longer. Both verbally and physically. 

“Climb on top of me.” 

The statement brings a new kind of excitement. You nod, moving over to straddle his hips. His breathing is still a bit staggered as he drinks in the sight of you. You lower your hips, looking down at him. 

“Is this okay?” 

He nods. 

“It’s perfect.” His hands move to your hips as he leans forward, and you squeak when you feel something hard poking you between your thighs. Harry lets out a hiss, hands moving up your back. You nearly lose yourself when his lips move to your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“Can I take off your shirt?” 

He asks softly against your ear. You agree with a huff, and his hands slide along the edge, pulling it slowly over your head. It drops at the side, and he pulls back to admire. You feel a bit self conscious under his gaze. You refuse to look directly at him. But he guides your gaze and when those eyes meet your own, any insecurity jumps right out the window. 

“I need.to drink..” 

You almost forgot the whole point of this. 

“Y-Yes of course.” 

You try to remain completely still when his thumb brushes the bruise he’d left behind. There’s clearly hesitance. You can feel it in his touch, see it in his eyes. 

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” You reassure him. Harry would forever be stubborn. You smile, running your hand down his neck when he finally leans in. His tongue touches your skin, and when those fangs meet, this time you’re prepared. A little sound still leaves your lips. You can hear him drinking, and it’s strangely arousing. Your legs are shaking and he pulls away after a few seconds, licking the excess blood both along your skin and on his lips. His eyes hold what you can describe as raw desire. You can still feel him between your legs. Harry grips your thighs, and you moan when he pulls you closer. The friction is too good. 

“Grind on me.” 

It sounds like an order. 

One you’re happy to oblige to. You hold unto him, and your bare chest touching is better than any fantasy you could have conjured. You press your hips down, rocking to a steady rhythm. Every time his member touches your core, you think you’ll explode right there. Harry is barely keeping it together himself. He holds you to him, determined to reach the release you’re both craving. His deep moans are ringing in your ear, and you can’t seem to stop your own. You want to be free of your clothes. You want to feel more. When he sees you reaching for the button of your pants, he grabs your hand. 

“I-I can’t..” 

He sounds like he’s holding himself back. You manage a desperate sob. You need more. You’re so close. 

He reaches for you, pulling you in for a kiss, and that seems to be the weight that breaks the dam. Your tongues are colliding desperately, and he’s still thrusting against you even after you’ve reached your limit. His own follows, and he pulls back with a groan. You’re both panting, struggling to catch your breath. You’re still gathering yourself, but you can see the color begin to return to his face. He’s beginning to look like himself and you laugh, slumping against his body.

“Vampires rule.” You mutter. 

Harry lets out a soft laugh of his own. 

[alpha-kid-au]

Chapter ten, part two, Impotent King

At Hunter's house, he hides his dogs in a safe room, prepared for anything they may need.

"You all stay here. We'll defend this place as well as we can." Hunter said, as one of the smaller dogs came up to him.

"Maximus! C'mon! You've gotta go inside." He continued, as Max was continuing to stay with Hunter.

"You wanna come with us, bud?" Hunter spoke, as he sighed, "sorry bud. I gotta keep you safe. Blockade the doors." He finished, as he shut the safe door.

"Come now, if you go willingly there will be much less pain." MV!Chara spoke.

"Hunter, you said you had a plan right?" Nightmare confirmed, as Hunter looked through his boxes.

"The plans takin' a few seconds, hold on…" Hunter said as he grabbed a whistle.

G snuck in the backdoor of the house, and he saw that the others were safe.

"Oh thank heavens you're okay!!! The minions are EVERYWHERE!!!" G said, as he went to hug them.

"You're okay! Where's William?" Nightmare asked, as he dusted G off

"He… he was captured" G answered, as everyone seemed shocked.

"What? That should be impossible-" Dust said, as he heard from outside,

"Come on, no one needs to get hurt here." MV!Papyrus said, as he walked to the front door, as the monster minions were bashing it in.

"Let's get out of here." Hunter said as he ran outside and blew the whistle, as a rumbling was heard in the distance.

"They're there! Get them" MV!Chara yelled, as the monster horde began moving towards them

"Hunter, WHAT'S THE PLAN?" Nightmare yelled, as a whoosh was heard in the sky, as a skeletal dragon descended, blowing the horde back

"THAT is the plan!!" Hunter yelled, as the dragon lowered its head for them to get on.

They all got on one by one, fending off the horde as they did.

And as the dragon took off, the Chara threw a device, sticking it to the dragon.

"When in the world did you get THIS?!?" Killer yelled.

"I've had it for a long time, I just only really needed it now." Hunter answered.

"Why did you not use this when Vantus took over?!?" Nightmare asked as Hunter looked around, and shrugged.

As they flew thinking of a plan, they hear rockets exploding.

And as they look around, they see Blue Moon fighting off swarms of missiles, and as the missiles stopped, Blue Moon crashed into the dragon.

After a few seconds, Killer and G pinned him to the ground.

"G-get off of me you… CiViLlIaNs!!!" Blue Moon yelled as he got up, nearly sending G and Killer off of the dragon.

"So what? Are you one of that Multiverse guys knights?" G asked, as Killer shook Blue Moon yelling "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?!" and Blue Moon shoved him back,

"First of all, My allegiance hasn't changed. Only I decide whose knight I am. And second, if you would please allow me to commandeer your flying beast for my own gain and the saving of the world as we know it, that would be just perfect." Blue Moon stated, as he pushed Killer away.

After a pause, the group unanimously yelled "NO"

"WELL WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? It's not like my blaster can go where I need." Blue Moon responded, as Dust asked, "well, where is that?"

And Blue Moon sighed, before answering. "The heavenly realm, you interdimensional nincompoops." Blue Moon said as he rubbed his brow. "I suppose a temporary alliance would be beneficial for all parties, so now, would you allow me to bring you mortals to the heavens?" He continued, as everyone was talking to one another, before agreeing to allow Blue Moon to join them.

[pagetreader]

Ben's cheek visibly twitched. Oh boy, she was in hot water -- but Ben was the main course tonight and his own water had reached its boiling point. What choice did they have, though? They had to at least act at the very least compliant until they had a moment to regroup.

Lenora's referral to Ben's body proportions (which were rather fascinatingly prodigious) had been the final nail in the coffin. These people were shockingly footloose -- mingling outside their marriage under some sort of bizarre mutual agreement. It just wasn't done.

"But alas, I must confess: I prefer to start with my wife before such endeavors, because only she is capable of calming me to the point of readiness."

HA.

As uncomfortable as this scenario was, Rebekah had to resist the urge to audibly laugh at such a thought.

Once they were granted permission, she hadn't a second to rise from the settee before Ben forced her from it, tugging her into the next room, and shoving her against the now-closed door. It was actually a little unnerving -- but also frighteningly attractive.

"What was that? You may be content to spread your legs for freedom, but I am not! This is lunacy!"

There was venom and resentment in his tone, but Rebekah responded with a furrowed brow and a firm stance despite being the one who was pinned. Her voice was no higher than a harsh whisper, with a tone that was laced with urgency.

"You think I want to give myself to that pretentious snob or see you at the mercy of that deplorable little trollop? If we didn't maintain their interest, they would have surely sent us away and the entire mission would be botched! I was hoping to treat this as an audition of sorts, but I never anticipated you electing to initiate the sexual festivities here and now!"

"We don't have much time. Let's regroup a moment, and then...uh..."

"We were lured here under false pretenses. Evidently 'party' has an immensely different definition for these shamelessly libidinous fiends. If we could just somehow appease them and sustain the appeal of a social link without having to sacrifice virtue tonight..."

She was at a loss. They'd been painted into a corner and she wasn't certain they'd be able to get out of this without some form of reparation. After a moment of deliberation, she finally spoke up again with a self-affirming nod.

"Alright. Here's what we can do...As degrading as it might sound, when you engage with Mrs. Wolsey, you can feign...complications," she was certain he knew what she meant, "And, God help me, I'll do my best to satiate the appetite of that abominable arse. While I'm doing so, you can excuse yourself and perhaps perform some reconnaissance. Find a way to access his personal office."

At the very least, Ben didn't have to subject himself to such a lascivious resort, and that reprehensible hussy would keep her claws out of him.

"I suppose we'll have to...dishevel ourselves before our return. They'll be expecting a certain level of intimacy."

This was one of those classic moments spent in Ben's presence that never failed to make her forget entirely how to breathe. Instead of a flutter in her chest, however, it was more akin to a large beast sitting directly on top of it, crushing her airway and rendering her incapacitated. Did she dare suggest...?

Swallowing hard, Rebekah mustered her nerve, "The best way to be convincing is to commit to it..."

Before he could protest, or she could talk herself out of it, she seized him by either side of his lapel and crashed her lips against his, using the element of surprise to her advantage and relying on his temporary imbalance to reverse their positions, pressing herself into him as she angled herself to deepen the kiss.

The snap of Rebekah's fan made Ben jerk upright, and once he met her eyes, he realized with mounting dread that her gaze was not that of a rescuer, but one who intended to further damn.

"Mr. Wolsey makes an excellent point, darling. Why not permit a little spontaneity and oblige him? After all, I would be utterly inconsolable if we were to disappoint Mrs. Wolsey."

Ben's left cheek twitched. She could not be serious...

"There's no need to be shy, Mr. Barrington," Lenora cooed. "They say a man's body is relatively proportionate, and if your hands and feet are any indicator...well..." She lightly patted his chest. "You have nothing to worry about.

Oh, sweet merciful Lord.

"Madam, I agree," Ben treaded lightly, "but alas, I must confess: I prefer to start with my wife before such endeavors, because only she is capable of calming me to the point of readiness. So if you wouldn't mind?" Here, he gestured to Rebekah. "Is there a room we can step into for preparations?"

John chuckled into his wine glass. "Stage fright, eh? Happens to the best of us, Barrington." He nodded toward the neighboring room. "Please! Go in there, if you must. Just promise you'll save the fun part for the two of us!"

Wholly mortified, Ben grabbed Rebekah's elbow and dragged her off the settee. The two glided across the floor in a rushed panic, and once Ben shut the door behind them, he practically slammed her into the surface.

"What was that?" he hissed, his upper lip curling into a snarl. "You may be content to spread your legs for freedom, but I am not! This is lunacy!"

Dragging a hand over his face, he drew back with a tight exhale. "We don't have much time. Let's regroup a moment, and then...uh..." Ashen, Ben appraised her with growing unease. "I suppose we'll have to...dishevel ourselves before our return. They'll be expecting a certain level of intimacy."

[prael]

Subterfuge And Submission - Pt. 1 - ft. LE SSERAFIM Nakamura Kazuha

18+ Le Sserafim Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader

Part 2 Masterlist

Words: approx 4,100.

"So, they sent you after me? If I had known they would send someone so stunning, maybe I would have tried to get caught sooner.” You scan her—admire her—from head to toe. ”Are heels the best thing to wear on an assignment like this?” you scoff at her choice of gear for a task as difficult as taking you down. “Nevertheless, what's your name?"

“These heels? Please.” She smirks with a confident bravado that few would dare to show in front of you. “Just wait until you see how nimble I can be, and you won’t be questioning my choice of outfit anymore. And my name? You think you deserve to know that?”

"As much as I'd love to stay and take in your beauty, I have no plans anytime soon to let you or anyone from your organisation capture me. I'll be going now." You head to the door on your right to leave the room.

She glides to intercept your path like a ballerina across the glossy wooden floor. She executes a swift grapple to drop you onto your back; her high heel applies the finishing touch—right over your neck. 

“Still questioning these high heels now?”

You relax against the cold wooden floor, unintimidated. "I don't know what they told you about me, but I promise you don't want to do this. Let me go, and you won't have to get hurt."

“From where I’m standing, it looks like those rumours are nothing more than myth, and it only takes one foot to keep you down. Go on. Impress me.”

In a flurry, you strike her leg with your palm to bring her to her knees. You use the momentum to overpower Kazuha, then grab hold of her neck, and force her down to her back. You transition your hands to her wrists and place your body weight over her to keep her pinned.

"I could kill you if I wanted. So many members of your company failed before you. Do you think I've eluded you all for so long because I'm weak?” You lower your face closer to hers and stop just before they touch. A hint of her perfume rises into your nose, a woody scent with floral undertones. She doesn’t blink as she holds your gaze. “As for you, I guess they sent some rookie after me because your resources are thin, either that or someone had a little too much faith in you… Now, I'll ask again: what's your name?"

“Kazuha. Maybe that’s my real name, maybe it’s not, but that’s what you’ll call me.” She stifles a giggle with a smirk before continuing, “maybe you could kill me. Maybe you couldn’t. But I know that you won’t.”

“Yet,” you reply promptly.

She glances down at your body, hovering just above her own. “You definitely aren’t weak. So it’s a good thing that I’m not here to fight you.” 

"If you aren't here to fight me, why are you here? If you were after me like the others, this would end in a fight, a pretty one-sided one. What is that you're actually here for, Kazuha?"

“You have your methods, and I have mine. Sometimes violence isn’t the only answer. Sure, you could take down every operative we send to fight you. Me?” Kazuha pushes her knee up the inside of your thigh, pressing into your crotch. “My methods are a little different.”

"Well, miss Kazuha, if I didn't know any better, you were sent here to seduce me. Why would the company ever think  I'd accept capture in exchange for a fuck?” In a desperate search, she glances side-to-side as you pressure her. The safe room only contained your temporary surveillance equipment at the far side—nothing for her to use. “Some of them are probably friends of yours… Don't you just hate me for that?" you ask teasingly, trying to force her hand.

“Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me something else.” Kazuha presses her knee slightly into your crotch, the direction in which a lot of the blood in your body is flowing—causing you to stiffen. “You could have killed me by now. Hell, I could have killed you by now. But we both know that’s not what either of us really wants.” 

Her other leg joins the first, tucked between your own. In one fell swoop, she lifts your lower body, and her hands slip from your grasp, then she pulls your head down. You flip forward, crash down the wooden floor and land on your back. Kazuha utilises her athleticism to roll backwards, taking position above you, sitting on your crotch with her hands on your chest.

"Oh, you're different from the others, alright. So what are you going to do to me? Nakamura Kazuha?" 

Startled for a brief second that you knew her identity from the start, Kazuha lets out a soft sigh as she regains her composure and redoubles her efforts.

She leans in close to your ear; the potent concoction of jasmine and cedarwood in her perfume fills your airways, confirming your earlier suspicions. Her breath hits your ear as she whispers, “you know all about me. I know all about you. You know what I want. I know what you want. So what are you waiting for?” 

"If you know what I want, you know what I want to be called before I give you what you desire. I also know how dripping wet you are. A powerful woman that just wants to be ruined and railed, don’t you? So let's both drop this little cat and mouse game, baby girl."

Kazuha whines lightly at your words. “If you think I’m going to call you what you want without proving you’re worthy, you’re wrong.” She leans back, pushing down on your crotch with measured force. With her arms raised above her head and each hand holding opposite elbows, she asks, “now, how about you get me out of this suit?”

You narrow your eyes at her. Oh, she was a fun one, alright, but you'd make her submit. They always did. You use your upper body strength to lift yourself and your hand to yank at the zipper on the front of her suit, pulling it cleanly to the bottom and exposing panties and lack of a bra underneath. "Not wearing much under the suit, huh? Hot." You slowly apply your touch, one hand to caress her thigh to turn her into putty. 

A soft purr escapes Kazuha's barely parted lips. She takes one of your hands in hers, pulling your hand onto her toned midriff. "Why would I cover up something this good?" she speaks with a breathy tone as she pulls your hands up her stomach. Your fingers slither up her toned body. "Don't you agree?" she asks as she trembles at your touch. Take your pick, left or right? Which of her perky tits will you play with first?

Lips first, you lunge forward with a growl, latching on to one as you touch and toy with the other in your hand.

"Mhmm~. Shit, that’s good, but you have to do more than that." Kazuha's hands run through your hair, and then one settles on the nape of your neck, pulling you to her breast. "Yes! There we go." 

You break your liplock with her nipple as you ask, "already so sensitive? Are you sure you can handle me?" 

"Ye—Ah~!" you cut her off by taking a light nibble at her pink nipple.

You roughly caress her other breast and pinch the other nipple. The sensation overwhelms her as she lets out a series of low moans.

"Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll continue, baby girl."

"No!" 

You take your free hand and run it back down over her tight stomach, stopping right above her soaked panties. Just the tips of your fingers dig under the lace garment's hem.

"Say it."

"No!"

"Say it, baby girl, I know you want to. Say it, and I'll make you feel better than you ever have."

"No… No, No, I can't. I won't..." You continue to lap at her nipple and pull with your lips. Your other hand rubs the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness soak through. "You want me to touch you, to feel your wet pussy and make you feel good? Say what I want to hear and beg me for it."

"Please just do it!" You run your fingers right on the edge of her panties, either side of her swollen nub. She pushes her crotch side-to-side, trying to plant her clit on your fingers. The attempt is made in vain as you move your fingers away, increasing her desperation to be touched. 

"One magic word. Say it." 

"Da—Daddy, please touch me, touch me everywhere. Put your fingers in me. Put your cock in me. Fuck me. Your baby girl needs it.” Finally. Broken—they never last long—though she did put up an impressive fight. 

"That's my good girl...." You inject your finger into Kazuha's wanting pussy, sliding in and out, feeling her warmth and slickness. Temporarily detaching from her breasts, you look at her pretty face—twisted in lusting agony. 

You kiss her roughly and slide your tongue into her mouth. In a daring expedition of her mouth, you enjoy the sweet taste. Similar to your battle of wills, she attempts to fight tongue-to-tongue, but you force her to concede. To relieve her for just a moment, you pull out the single finger from her warm hole, hovering by the entrance. The second assault begins, this time with a double finger approach. She bites down on both your tongue and her own. Inaudible sounds of pleasure cause vibrations in your mouth as she moans into it. 

Your pursuit of her sweet lips continues as you stroke one hand on her silky hair."Do you want Daddy to taste you now? You're all ripe from my touch, and you're soaking wet. I wonder how tasty your juices are, baby girl. Just ask for it—tell me what you want."

"Daddy, please taste—Ah~!—me, I promise—Ah~!—my sweet juices will satisfy—Ah~!—you," she pleads through sharp, high-pitched moans as you dig deeper into her. 

"Not good enough. Beg." 

"Please, please, please, Daddy. Please eat my wet pussy. I need you now, please, Daddy." Kazuha forces the words out through gritted teeth, holding back her pleasure.

To change positions, you utilise your strength to push Kazuha down on her back and grab her legs. You lower yourself to close her glistening pussy; this causes her to beg for your touch, "mhmm~… Daddy, please!"

You pull at the opening in her suit, forcing it further open. She slides her arms out of the sleeves to create enough slack for you to pull the gap down to her thighs. With no way to easily remove them, you hook the fingers of both your hands into her lace panties and pull them apart with a loud rip. "Wha!—Oh my God, Daddy, you don't waste time. Please eat me, eat me like your favourite meal. Please, Daddy!"

She tastes exquisite. Her addicting liquid fills your mouth and all around it. You slurp and probe your tongue everywhere, covering every inch and hitting her clit several times. You use one hand roughly to stroke her amazingly toned legs and thighs and the other to palm at her breast. Shockwaves of pleasure spike through Kazuha's body, and her eyes roll back because you hit all the sensitive spots in her pussy.

The robust and defiant character you met has lost all of her resilience at your touch. Kazuha is reduced to nothing but a squirming mess under the spell of your tongue. Her arms flail against the wooden floor in a desperate search for something—anything—to grab hold of. Her hands eventually find the back of your head, and then they bury themselves into your hair, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp. 

She throws back her head to the floor in pure bliss. A constant stream of moans escapes her mouth as she forces out a few words amid her pleasure. "Yes… Daddy~ There~! Again! Up! Yes! Please right there!"

You keep up your relentless licking, diving deeper and deeper into her wet folds. "Daddy… I'm going… Going to… Yes!" 

"Give it to me, baby girl, let it all out, let all your juices out for me to taste. All the tension, the pent up anger, your brutal training, let it all out now."

You hook two fingers deep into her folds, then navigate your way to the rough patch inside her, applying immense pressure to her sweet spot. Her clit is the target for our tongue, and you focus on creating a rapid rhythmic pace. Kazuha loses her mind; the pleasure inside her becomes too much. "That’s it! I’m gonn—" Her words are now replaced by unintelligible syllables right before she hits her peak. Her nails dig deeper into your skull. Her toned thighs shake violently beside your head, closing together to keep your mouth buried in her wet folds.

She gushes a flood of her slick, wet pussy juices. The force doesn't stop you from deftly soaking it into your tongue and mouth, lapping up every drop. She shivers and tries to get her thoughts back as just your tongue alone caused her to blackout for a moment.

Having already licked her clean, you reposition. Again you meet face-to-face, but you approach with softer eyes this time. "The things they do to people like you...it's too much. It’s wrong." You caress her face tenderly. "To turn vulnerable people into human weapons… you don't have to live this life, Kazuha."

"You think... you... know me?" she replies through heavy breaths.

You know how much more valued she could be to you than some heartless corporation. "I know you don't want to live this way, and you can do much better than working for them."

"I thought you had me figured out, but I guess not." She smirks, letting out a little laugh at your shock. "You still think I work for them?"

You look at her eyes calculatingly. "Then why are you here?"

"I guess you could say I'm a fan and not just of the work you did now." Kazuha returns your previous show of affection, stroking your cheek softly before continuing, "the truth is—I do exactly what you do." 

"Are you..." 

"Milan. Last year?" The smirk you had grown familiar with returned to her face again.

"That was you that saved me in Milan? And after that, have you been following me ever since?”

"Every step. I was always one behind. Istanbul. Cape Town. Jakarta. Tokyo. Even back home in Seoul." With each city she names, she moves her face closer to yours until she is so close that her breath touches your lips. "But now I couldn't be closer. There's one last step to take."

“If you followed me so far and aren’t some corporate shill, you know I don’t enjoy hurting people from the company. I just want the corruption to stop."

"Of course, Daddy doesn't really want to hurt anyone, does he?" She runs her slim forefinger down your neck to the centre of your chest. Kazuha stops and pokes her fingernail into you. "Unless they ask for it." She pushes you back with her finger. You accept her guidance and lie on your back. She stands, then pulls off the rest of her outfit, her naked body over you. "And right now, I'm asking, Daddy."

Kazuha’s slim figure is a work of art. Your body overheats with sexual desire. However, your heart yearns for someone who understands you. Maybe this is precisely what you need. Not only right now, but you could use a partner in the future. In your crusade to take down the powerful corrupt, maybe you didn't have to be alone anymore. "You're...you are beautiful Kazuha." She looks stunned for a moment at the sincerity of your words.

She falls to her knees, right over you, and takes hold of your face. "You mean it, don't you?" A look of enlightenment overcomes her face, probably a reflection of your own expression.

"I do." 

"I was right. There's more to you than some cold revenge." Kazuha places her hand on the left side of your chest. "Your passion drives you. It's so attractive to see a man who follows his heart. What does your heart tell you to do right now?"

"I want you Kazuha. Join me on my journey.” Your weakness surfaces for a brief moment, and your hard exterior crumbled—a dangerous game to play with a girl you just met.

“I want you too, we can be together, but right now, I need you inside me, Daddy.”

You kiss her deeply, with desire, but with something purer too. Something you have not felt in a long time. You hold her head and pull her deeper into your lips, never wanting her to escape from your arms. She grinds on you and unzips your zipper to dig out your cock. You take the opportunity to reassert your dominance. "Ride me, baby girl. If you want to come with me, you’ve got to cum for me."

With your cock finally free from its restraints, it craves the soft touch of Kazuha. A sensation she happily provides. She grinds her wet folds along the underside of your cock, covering it in her warm juices. 

"How does it feel? Do you think you can take it?" you ask.

"Fuck, it's so big, but I can take it all. I'll take it all for you, Daddy. I'm a good girl for you."

She lifts up and then slowly sinks onto your raging cock. Both of you groan, and your eyes roll back at the pleasure—a moment of pure lust and passion. Two damaged people scarred from the horrors of battle finally unify their bodies and souls in a blissful release.

Kazuha was undoubtedly the tightest, warmest pussy you've had. You clutch your hands to hers and interlock your fingers as she starts to move up and down.

"You know ... I spent so ... much time training ... that I never ... did this before." She says between her sharp breaths. "You're doing so fucking good. Keep going. Take it deeper." She trembles at your instruction as she sinks deeper than before, all the way to the hilt. A shrill moan escapes her lips as you fill her up. Kazuha's tight pussy moulding to the shape of your cock, hugging it tightly. 

"Your cock is so good...shit...Daddy.." 

"That’s it, baby girl. Show me just how talented you are. Fucking ride me and make this cock yours."

Spurred by your commands, she picks up her pace. Her face contorts as she increases her effort, bouncing her body faster than before. "I... will... make... it... mine...Daddy." Her pants have become so quick that only a single word can escape between them. Her toned thighs and flawless ass hit against your crotch with a light slap every time she drops her body onto you. You reach out to palm her bouncing breasts and give them squeezes as she rides you. 

"Fuck… your cock… so big… I’m so full."

Her rhythm falters, and her pace decreases. You take hold of one of her wide hips—moving your hand from her breast—fingers reaching around to her soft ass and your thumb on her waistline. "Don't give up now. You need to please Daddy remember?" With a hold on her hips, you thrust up into her relentlessly, forcing her to match your pace. You pump up into her wet pussy with relentless force.

“OH FUCK! Daddy! Faster, yes! I—just make me yours. Use me. Fuck me. Just don't stop fucking me."

You sit up to gain more leverage. Kazuha's body falls against yours, her breasts against your chest and her head into your neck. Her hands claw wildly at your back, scratching you as she attempts to hold on for the wild ride she's taking. You push your cock up into her as fast as you can. She desperately tries to keep up with your pace, but she loses control of all her senses. "Daddy wants his baby girl to look at him when she cums. Look at me."

"Shit… Daddy..." Kazuha barely manages to look you in the eyes as she clings to your cock for dear life. You take a hand to her neck—finger and thumb on her jaw—to keep her face in front of your own. "I'm about to...." 

"Do it, baby girl. Cum for me."

"FUCK! AHH—!" Her words become nothing but a screech as her orgasm takes control of her body. Desperately she tries to face you, her sweaty forehead against your own, but there's nothing other than pleasure in her eyes—they roll back, out of her control. Her fingers dig into your back. Her toned legs press against your hips—Kazuha's entire body trembles.

Her juices ooze over your cock, and she collapses on you. You kiss her neck gently. 

You whisper to her ear, "by my count, you've cummed twice now, and I haven't at all. Daddy is disappointed."

She doesn't respond for a moment as she takes deep breaths. "Fill me up Daddy. You deserve to cum inside your baby girl. I'm so sensitive, but I'll take it for you." 

You lower her to her back before sliding your still hard cock into her dripping pussy. The juices filling her pussy coat your cock as it enters—your cock slides into her tight hole. You pump steadily at first, then quickly pick up the pace. Kazuha wraps her arms and legs around your body.

You take hold of her thighs, pushing her legs against her body, her knees into her chest. You place each of her knees on your shoulders. Your cock can slide deeper than ever into her pussy, the new position pushing her walls together, creating an even tighter hole to fuck.

You quickly pick up more pace inside her, the remnants of her last orgasm providing excellent lubricant. "Fuck! Daddy, you're going so fast! My sensitive pussy feels so good!"

Overcome with desire; you stop holding anything back. "Take it, baby. You’re mine now." Ramming into Kazuha's pussy, you repeatedly slam, reaching the deepest parts of her pussy. Empowered by your desire to cum inside her, you pierce through her tightness. Loud echoes chime, and the sound of her grunts and moans only encourage you to go faster and harder. Every inch of your cock feeling her chambers.

"Give it to me! Go on!" Kazuha's entire body submits to you; her arms cling to you helplessly, and her legs open as wide as possible. Her ravaged pussy is ready for your cum. 

"I'm close, baby girl." 

"Don't tell me, just fucking fill me."

"One last time, baby girl, beg for it, beg me for my cum, and I'll blast everything I have into you."

"Go on, Daddy, give me everything!" The desire to cum reaches an all-time high. You stop holding back the inevitable. Just a few more fast pumps into her sensitive hole push you—and Kazuha—over the edge. In perfect sync, you both lose control and give in to your primal instinct. From the tip of your cock erupts a stream of cum deep inside her. "Yes! I feel it! Fill me!"

A seemingly endless stream fills her, quickly overflowing and dropping out of her sensitive hole. "Take it all, all of it, baby girl." One last grunt, one last load of your cum fills her, and you collapse on her, kissing her lips gently. Your spent cock still buried inside her isn’t enough to stop the combination of cum from dripping out between her thighs. Both of you are huffing, trying to catch your breath. "I—will you come with me, Kazuha?"

"Of course, but I want one promise, Daddy. Every time we take them down, everywhere we go, you fill me up just like that."

You just smile, finally a release for all the stress you built in your pursuit of taking down the group you only knew as The Company.

Off in the distance, a mysterious figure pulls out a phone. 

"It seems your hunch was right, Taeyeon… Kazuha has been betraying us for a while now….” 

"Nakamura Kazuha—the betrayer—such a shame. She had the potential to be someone great here. That's enough for now. Return and finish your report back at base. I shall send you on another mission soon, Winter." 

[quillsandtypos]

The Edge in Revenge

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, degradation, female oral receiving, sexual edging, and underage drinking mentioned (NO SEASON 2 SPOILERS, I just started watching season one but I needed to get this out of my head)

Pairings: JJ Maybanks x fem!reader

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JJ really shouldn’t have been the one to underestimate what you were capable of doing in the name of revenge. He’d been fucking with you all day. It had started that morning, you were alone in his kitchen as the other Pogue’s were still asleep. He had you pinned up against the wall lightly sucking on the side of your neck. As he trailed down to your collarbone he suddenly pulled away. You furrowed your brows at him but he just winked and smirked before he walked away; leaving you wet and confused.

Then later after lunch he managed to get you alone before you and the other pogue’s went out on the water. You were still inside grabbing the cooler, as everyone else was already on the boat. He snuck up behind you unbeknownst to you. You felt his hot breath on his ear. “You need help with that princess?” he asked cockily. You felt his warm cock press against the back of your ass, and his hand was at the small of your back.

“Oh definitely,” you responded eagerly. You turned to him as he easily pulled you in with one arm around your back, and the other at the back of your neck. Your lips interlocked, and you hungrily kissed him back, almost begging for more. But just as the time before, he quickly pulled back. Grabbing the cooler from behind you and heading out the door. With a ‘thanks!’ and a barely contained giggle. Oh he was a dead man, you decided right then that revenge was most definitely an order.

So you came up with the perfect scheme. If he wanted to play that game, then he would quickly learn who he was quite literally playing with.

“Ki,” you said. You quickly pulled her away from the boys. “I need a favor, I need you to get JB and Pope away from JJ.”

“Do I even want to know?” she laughed.

“It’s in the name of revenge,” you offered hopefully. She let out a long fake sigh.

“Hmm, let me think,” she took a long pause.

She cracked a smile. “I’m just kidding, you should’ve started with the revenge part.”

“Yes! Thank you,” you said, hugging her tightly.

“Come on JB, we’re gonna go help Pope with whatever he’s doing in the kitchen,” she said, pulling him along.

“What? Oh, okay,” John agreed confusedly as he awkwardly followed her.

And so then there were two. You casually flopped yourself down on JJ’s lap, who seemed slightly startled at first, but then just wrapped his arms around your waist. As much as it was a sweet gesture, you didn’t sit there to be sweet, so you needed to ruin the moment. Lightly, you rolled your hips back so you went right across his dick, and then rolled forward, making sure to move slowly but applying a small amount of your body weight as pressure. You weren’t certain he was giving you a look that could kill, but you didn’t bother looking. But what you did do was speed up a little bit until you felt his dick grow hard.

Smiling a smug grin you moved to get off of him. But his arms helds you there. He swiftly pulled you down onto his chest so your right ear was directly next to his mouth. “When we are alone next, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming,” he whispered lowly.

You adjusted your head so you could see his face. “As if you could ever have that effect on me,” you smirked.

“Care to up the stakes then? Or are you too chicken?” His eyes gleamed, and at the same time so did your’s.

“Name your price,” you said confidently.

“If I can get you to beg, then you owe me a six pack of beers.”

“That’s it?” you asked, surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, “Fine, a six pack of beers, and you have to go skinny dipping with me next Friday night.”

“But I have to work next Friday,” you suddenly remembered.

“What? Not feelin so cocky now princess? Afraid you’ll lose?” he taunted.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Of course not. So what do I get if I can make you beg?” You poked him in the chest for emphasis.

“Alright, if you win, then you get me as your personal boat driver, or person who gets you things, or whatever,” he offered.

“You sure that’s quite a high bargain JJ?” you now taunted back.

“Yeah, I’m not worried,” he replied cockily. He offered you his hand to shake and you took it.

“Prepare to be my personal maid,” you said.

“You better prepare to beg,” he countered.

You moved off of him just as your friends came out of the kitchen. “You guys wanna come with, we’re going for a night swim?” Johnny B offered.

“Nah, we might be out later though,” JJ answered before you could.

“Suit yourselves,” Pope shrugged. Kiera sent you a wink before also heading out the door with them.

JJ and you practically booked it to his room as soon as they shut the door. You quickly grabbed a condom from his drawer where you knew them to be by memory. You turned to throw him the condom to see that he was already on his bed with his shirt off. Every piece of your body was drawn to his chest and the way his back muscles looked in the low light, but you weren’t going to let him know that. So you deflected.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented.

“I-” JJ started to defend himself but the comment got stuck in his throat as he watched your movements. You began slipping your shirt off to reveal a black bra that was sheer, and lacy around the straps and underwire area. It pushed your boobs up nicely and accentuated your cleavage perfectly. JJ was a mess.

“This is so not fair,” he groaned, his jaw practically on the floor.

You knew the effect the lingerie would have on him, which is exactly why you picked it. “What? You too chicken J?” you said, using his taunt from earlier.

Your words made him recover quickly. “No, of course not,” he scoffed.

“That's what I thought you’d say,” you smirked. Now you let your jean shorts fall to the floor, so you were able to show your black thong, which was not as fancy looking, but you knew it would practically make JJ lose it.

You were right, he looked like you had placed him under a spell. When he finally snapped out of it, he pointed next to him. “Bed princess. Now.”

He was almost making this too easy. “I don’t know about that. How about please?”

JJ nearly opened his mouth, but quickly caught himself before he could say anything. “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” he smirked. He moved off the bed, to grab you. You tried to avoid his hands, but there wasn’t much room to run around, so he easily caught you. He threw you onto his bed, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Before you could even think about running off again, he jumped on the bed, flipped you onto your back, and pinned you. His knees were on your hands, effectively keeping you from touching him.

“Are you going to be a good slut and scream for me?” he asked. His face a few inches from yours.

“Not a chance J,” you smiled.

“Have it your way then, but either way, you’ll still be moaning my name.” His arms lowered so he could dip down to kiss a couple inches above your collarbone. His knees still held your hands in place. He sucked hard against your skin, making sure to leave marks.

“Wait, no marks JJ,” you told him.

“Should’ve told me that sooner now everyone’s gonna know that you lost a bet,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

JJ didn’t have a comment on that, but went back to work leaving you many bruises that you would have to cover the next morning. Oh how you wished your hands could be in his hair at the moment. He made an agonizingly slow trail down to your bra, before removing it and throwing it onto the floor of his room. He then started sucking on one of your breasts letting his lower lip just gently brush against your nipple everytime he sucked above it. He had found out about the spot driving you crazy the first time you had sex, and now you were strongly wishing you had never told him.

You had your mouth clenched rather tightly so that no moans would escape your lips. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend noticed that.

“Come on y/n, just let it out. You know that no one can make you cum like I do,” he taunted.

Luckily, his temporary break gave you a chance to get control of yourself again. “Fuck off,” you retorted.

“Yeah, that was kinda the plan.” He grinned devilishly.

He must’ve realized that he was not going to get you to break by doing that, and instead moved farther down to pull your panties off.

His head ducked down to your pussy, but he made eye contact just as he did so. “You still feeling cocky?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Alright, then let’s see how long that lasts since you’re such a slut for me,” he said with a wink before ducking his head fully down. He sucked another hickey on the inside of your thigh, and he slowly started licking towards your pussy. You could practically feel his tongue against your clit, but he was taking his sweet time.

“Stop teasing,” you finally groaned out.

“Is that begging I hear?” he questioned.

“No, I’m telling,” you said matter of factly.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a chuckle.

His tongue slowly started lapping across your folds, occasionally flicking along your clit. Oh god you were in heaven, but simultaneously in hell because you couldn’t make a peep. His tongue once again licked across your spot, and you had to slap your hands over your mouth to keep a moan from escaping your lips. You could feel the smirk on his lips, but you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you.

A few whimpers nearly came out of your body, and your hands were nearly shaking from trying to hold it in. But all of a sudden you realized that letting it out may be to your advantage, hearing your noises of pleasure, always had quite the effect on him.

So you did. Every moan, and whimper you let him hear. He thought that he was getting to you, which truthfully he was, but the game was far from over.

“You’re eating me out so good,” you moaned.

Your plan was already working; you noticed that he started to pick up the pace.

“Oh god JJ!” you screamed as he licked over a good spot on your pussy.

He continued licking in that exact spot which almost made you want to give up the bet right then in there. You felt shivers go through your spine as your core started to heat up but you were too stubborn to lose yet.

“No one fucks me like you do,” you moaned, knowing damn well the effect it would have on him.

Your plan seemed to have worked as he quickly took off his shorts, put on the condom, and just as his cock was about to enter you, you stopped him.

“Beg,” you insisted.

“Y/n fucking pl-” You had nearly had him, but he managed to stop himself before the words tumbled out.

You smirked, as he finally realized what you were doing. He however was now hell bent on making you lose. JJ climbed back on top of you with new vigor. “You’re smart, which is exactly why breaking you will be so much more fun,” he taunted. His head went back down again.

Your hands entangled in his hair as he went back to licking every single nook and cranny that he could find. “Fuck,” you whimpered as he once again licked your even more sensitive clit. You could feel the tension burning in your core, and a tingling sensation starting to spread all over. You started to buck your hips from the stimulation, and JJ was quick to force you back down. As his flicking became more rapid, you felt your body start to tense up.

“JJ I’m gonna-” you had started, but suddenly he had stopped.

“Beg,” he told you. And as much as you wanted to give in you were determined to knock the cocky grin off his face.

You sat up on your elbows. “Make me.”

JJ looked delighted by your answer. “That’s fine I got all night.”

“Inside me JJ,” you told him. You knew he wanted to make you beg for that as well, but you knew that he wanted to be inside you more.

He thrusted his cock into you and you did your best not to slide backwards from him pushing into you. “Oh my god you’re so wet for me, you really have been waiting.”

After he had checked on you he began slowly thrusting into you, going deep into you. “Oh shit,” he moaned. He would have to explain a lot of scratches across his back tomorrow but quite frankly you didn’t care.

“JJ!” you half moaned, half screamed as he went down again.

“You’re such a dirty slut for me aren’t you?” he taunted you.

You wanted to have some sort of retort but all that came out of your mouth was another moan, which just egged him on more.

“Come on, I know you’re tempted.”

Truthfully, you were extremely tempted, but you could surely outlast him right? But then you had an idea, he couldn’t stop it if he didn’t know what was coming. So as you felt your body starting to be strung out again you did you best to keep your breathing the same, and to not move around as much. But just as you felt the tension building he stopped.

“JJ?” you groaned in confusion.

“You seriously don’t think I don’t know when you’re going to have an orgasm?” he laughed. He pushed his hair out of his face and grinned down at you.

“Y/n you might as well just give up now, and spare yourself,” he suggested.

Collecting what small amount of strength you had left you said “Not a chance.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he smirked.

The warning was evidently very necessary, your whole body was starting to feel ten times more sensitive than it usually did. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasant goosebumps through your body. Your legs were shaking, and your voice was admittedly starting to go away. Your body felt like it was screaming that it wanted to orgasm. He started to slow down, but you were so close. You attempted to buck your hips into his to get the feeling back but he held you down. With a satisfactory grin on his face, that you needed it so bad.

“You’re not getting an orgasm unless you beg and we both know that I could fuck you for hours,” he taunted.

“Fine, fine, fine, please, please, please let me cum J, please. I am begging you,” you whined.

“That’s all you had to say princess,” he smirked. Finally his pace picked back up, to a more rapid one.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you moaned to him. There was no point keeping it in now. Your hips bucked in rhythm with his, as he moved in and out. But his rhythm slowed down as what you recognized as his climax.

“Oh god,” you heard him say as it finally hit him. His moans of pleasure only sped up your’s. “Fuck,” he moaned on top of you. But he managed to push himself back up to go down into you a couple more times for you to reach your climax.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire with tingles. The feeling spread from your stomach to your breasts to throughout your whole body. Your legs began to shake and you couldn't form words anymore. The only coherent thought you could form was how good you felt. Even after you had reached your climax, you had a sense of euphoria that you just couldn’t shake.

Eventually, you felt JJ start to move out of you, and you both whimpered slightly from how sensitive you were. You saw him take the condom off and throw it away. You lay in bed, still breathing heavily.

“Give me your hand, we’re going to the bathroom,” he said sweetly, but insistently. You groaned but you didn’t protest.

After you had used the toilet, you both flopped back down in his bed. It was quiet for a couple minutes before JJ spoke up.

“You know I’m really excited to see what beers you get me,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you laughed, lightly smacking him in the arm.

He lightly smacked you back. “Oh and don’t forget to call off for Friday tomorrow morning,” he grinned.

“I hate you,” you said as you rolled over.

“I love you,” he said sweetly, as he wrapped his arms around your midsection.

He always had a way of making you happy. “Love you too J,”

“Goodnight princess,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

“Goodnight JJ.” And you quickly fell fast asleep in his arms.

Needless to say, the other pogue’s weren’t worried that you never came outside. They knew where they would find the two of you the next morning.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Love in a Hopeless World

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic for you! This was one of the options given to me.

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male reader

Requested: @evansphnx12

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW, smut, bottom male reader, sir kink, degradation, creampie, size kink, Choking kink, breeding kink, masturbation, and all characters are above the age of 18+

Word Count: 2355

Summary: Its turns out there weren't that many supplies in the old abandoned campus. So, you and Chris have to go deeper into the city to find more but during the little scavenge, Chris began to dirty thoughts...

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!

If you like what I write, how about check out my masterlist?

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M/n: Male name.

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[2] YOU ARE HERE

DISCLAIMER!: I never played or watched any gameplay of the resident evil series. And this doesn’t follow any of the resident evil timelines, it’s on its own.

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Previously...

Then y'all had another round of hot steamy sex. And the others at the base had a hard time sleeping that night.

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Your eyes twitch at the unpleasant light hitting it directly. 'It's morning already?' you moved around only to feel wet sheets. 'What happened last night?'

Then you felt a body move and a muscular arm grab you, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth, and muscular chest pushed against your back.

'Oh! That's right!' now you remembered why you were all sticky and sleeping against Chris. 'I had sex with my superior! But he felt the same.'

Then you felt Chris move around and waking up. "Hey, baby boy," Chris said with a raspy and deep voice. "Morning." you pressed your lips against his.

"If you continue, we may have to repeat what we did last night, baby," Chris growled as pulled back, gripping your waist. You smirked before getting up.

"Come one, we have to get ready. We have important business," you said. "Ugh, can't we just sleep in and have some... Fun?" Chris complained.

"I know you haven't had sex in 5 years but we need to go get those people. We'll have fun at the end of the day," you said stressing your muscles and popping your back.

The bed creaked meaning he finally got off his ass to get ready. "We need to go get those survivors. And scavenge for more supplies," you said putting your armor on and fixing it up.

After you both got your gear and weapons, you both walked into the main area with all the others.

Everybody looked at you both and immediately looked at way. There was awkwardness in the room. 'They must have heard me last night!' Hell! maybe the whole city heard it is quiet

"Uh,- sir... We have a situation." one of the soldiers said. "shot." Chris said. "Well... it turns out there weren't that many supplies found on the campus. We need more supplies if weren't gonna go get those survivors." the soldier said

You heard listening but your mind began to wonder. You still couldn't let go of the past, you remembered one of your siblings was accepted into MIT. This was 3 months after the Raccoon City Incident.

You would see on the news- Raccoon City survivors being discriminated against by the American people. "Hey, what do I keep saying?" Chris said next to you. His conversation was done.

"Stop thinking about the past, it's long gone," you replied, mimicking his voice. Chris laughed, "Okay, baby. But we need to go get those people."

You nodded but kind of chuckled at the fact that he didn't want to do anything today but now wants to do business.

"Come on, M/n! We have to get going. EVERYONE, protect the base at all cost." Chris commanded. "YES SIR!" they all said at the same time.

You, Chris, and a few others left the confines of the base. Even though it was morning, the sky still had a grey color to it. You open the door to the back seat and closed it.

"We should be there in 20 minutes or less." the driver said starting the engine up. "Alright, let's go." the armored car pulled out before driving down the messy road.

It wasn't long before you reached the waterfront. You could see the skyline perfectly, most buildings were on the verge of collapsing. Others were burnt to where the wall showed the skeleton.

Up ahead, you saw a bridge leading into Cambridge was destroyed. 'Longfellow Bridge.' You have been to Boston before and got to explore everything before the world went hell.

The ride continued for a while. There was nothing or anyone in sight. You could see the freeway ahead but like all other ways leading into Cambridge was destroyed.

"We're closing in on Bunker Hill. They said they are taking refuge by the monument." one of them said.

And wouldn't you know it? In the distance, you could see the tall granite obelisk peaking out. It kind of looked like the one down in D.C. but this one is still standing.

What you meant by "This one is still standing" is because the capital was hit by a nuclear warhead, along with other cities across the US.

The President and other government officials were evacuated and the countries important documents were evacuated as well. So, the legacy of the US would still live.

That means the President is still alive and is in some remote area devoid of zombie life.

"I see some people! They appear to be walking around." one of the soldiers said. And the people seem to notice us because they were waving at us.

"Stop the car," Chris said, the car stopped. He and others got out. Two of the survivors looked familiar? Like you have seen them before. They both were tall and had beards.

They walked up to y'all. "Please, are you here to rescue us?" one of them pleaded. "Yes, we're here to take you to our temporary base," Chris said.

They all smiled and some hugged each other. Chris ordered the soldiers to help some things and you approached the two survivors. "Why do you two look familiar?"

One of them laughed and smiled. "Well...- are you fan of Captain America and Thor?"

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widen. "No. Way. You're Chris Evans and Hemsworth!" you were lost at speech. "I thought y'all was dead! I- how-"

"Well, we survived! I'm not too sure about the others though..." Chris H said with that thick Australian accent. You both were just talking, unknown to Chris R was glaring holes into your head.

After y'all returned to MIT Dorms, you still talked with Chris E and H. You didn't even acknowledge Chris R's glares.

He was getting more and more jealous. 'I hate those two!' Chris yelled in his mind. They were taking your attention from him.

"We have to go M/n! We need to find supplies." Chris yelled at you. 'What's wrong with him?' you thought to yourself. "Bye guys!" You waved at the two Chris.

"He was fun to talk to." Chris H said and Chris E agreed.

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TIMESKIP (To Supermarket)

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You and Chris arrived at the market. There were some abandoned cars in the parking lot. "Come on." You both walked to the doors and opened them.

The place was absolutely trashed. Lights flickering, aisles tipped over, some cans on the floor - also money, which was useless-, and the roof caved in on the left side.

"Look for non-perishables. Canned food would be good and find any water- if there is any that is." you nodded your head before going down one of the aisles.

There were some canned foods but no water. The smell of a rotting corpse filled the air, you could hear flies buzzing. "Ugh." you covered your nose and looked at the rotting corpse. "Poor bastard..."

Meanwhile, Chris was looking for the same stuff, but he was still bitter about you talking to those guys. And completely ignoring him. He could already imagine your punishment.

He could imagine you begging for more, feeling the tightness of your ass wrapped around his cock. 'Shit.' Chris was getting hard. His cock was feeling restricted by the tight pants.

"Hurry up, M/n!" Chris yelled from the other side of the store. "Okay!" you finished gathering anything you could find. 'Why are we leaving early? We have few more places to loot/raid.'

You left the aisles and made your way to the front doors. "Come on, we have to go." you both we made went to the vehicle and drove back to base.

You had found some supplies. 15 canned foods, and some water as well. It wasn't much, but it's something.

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TIMESKIP (Arrival at the base.)

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You and Chris arrived at MIT. You were gonna go talk with Chris E and H, but Chris R wasn't having it.

"Hey-" Chris grabbed your hand and began to rush to the room. Everyone knew what was gonna happen. 'Ah, shit- there gonna go at it again.'

At the room, Chris pinned you against the wall and latched his lips onto yours. The kiss rough, his much larger body pushed against yours shows the difference in size.

His tongue pushed against your teeth telling you to open them. You slowly pushed your mouth, Chris immediately pushed his tongue and invaded your mouth.

"Mmm-" you moaned into the kiss as Chris began to grip your ass. "Up." He growled into your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and continued to make out.

He lifted you and carried you to the bed. He slammed you onto your back before pulling away and attacking your neck. "A-ah!" Chris found your sweet spot.

"You belong to me, M/n! I claimed you that night we had sex last night!" Chris growled. "Strip." he quickly removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.

You could see the outline thick meaty cock. "You got hard from just kissing me?" you laughed. "You don't talk me like that! You're the slut here." Chris growled as he gripped and slapped your thighs.

You whimpered under the touch. "Look at you, whimpering under me. And your pathetic cock got hard from me hitting you. But let's see what this ass has to say." Chris said as he put your legs on his shoulders

You then felt his thick slicked fingers at your entrance. One finger slips in, your muscles immediately clenched at the invader. "M-mm." you gripped the sheets as his finger pushed deeper.

Then a second finger went in. You clench even more as it did a scissor motion. "Aagh!" you felt his fingers touch the bundle of pleasure. "You're ready."

Chris pulled his fingers out to see your hole doing a grabbing motion. 'Fuck... that's hot.' Chris threw his head back while jerking his cock. "Can't wait to pound this slutty boipussy."

You felt his fat tip push past your tight ring. "Mmm... C-Chris!-"

Smack

"YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT! You didn't learn from last time? You. Call. Me. Sir. You got that?" Chris growled/yelled. "Y-yes, Sir... It's just that... You're so big..." You whimpered.

Then with one Thrust, Chris pushed his entire cock inside. "See? You're taking all 12 inches of me! Fuck, so tight..." Chris groaned. His cock was touching your prostate.

His thick meaty cock filled your insides perfectly. Like you were made for each other. "Y-you're... splitting m-me... in two!" you moaned as you felt it throb and twitch.

"P-please... fuck me... make me your slut." you begged. Chris smirked before snapping his hips.

He began pounding into you. His big cum-filled balls smacked against your ass as he thrusts harder. "S-sir! Y-you feel... s-so good!" You moaned as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets tighter.

"You think those guys can fuck you like I do?! Only I can give you this pleasure, only me!" Chris growled as he thrust harder, hitting your prostate repeatedly.

You used the last of your strength to get up and wrapped your arms around Chris's neck. You clawed his back as he thrust more, you were sure those were gonna leave marks.

"Maybe those guys can give me more pleasure," you smirked at your fake statement. You heard a deep growl as Chris dropped you on the bed and flipped you onto your stomach.

"You fucking slut! Only I can give you this much pleasure! Those guys don't deserve you. Bet their cocks aren't as big as mines." Chris growled as he gripped your hips.

Sounds of skin-slapping and balls slapping against your ass filled the room and the others in the building had to hear it. The walls weren't soundproof.

Your cock was twitching, ready to release a load. "You're about to cum without me touching you! Well, I'm -FUCK- about to cum too." Chris groaned as you tighten around him.

"P-please... give me... y-your load!" You moaned as you arched your back to give Chris more access. "Want me to fill this slutty ass with my cum? Gonna... cum... soon!"

After 5 more thrusts, Chris reached his breaking point, and so did you.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME!" Chris groaned, he wrapped his hand around cock stroking it before you released it all over his hand. That was enough for him.

"FUCK!" you felt his cock twitch before pumping his hot load inside, filling you up to the brim.

*Breathing intensifies*

Chris collapses onto the bed right next to you with his cock still inside. You felt him pull out with his cum leaking out. "I'll never leave you for those two. My heart only beats for you," you said sincerely turning over to face him.

"I'll never leave you too. We'll be together until our time runs out." Chris said pulling you into a kiss filled with passion and love.

'There is still Love in a Hopeless World.'

THE END.

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A/N: Finally this is done! I hoped you enjoy this, by 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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Chapter Four

This is the chapter I wrote while playing "Words Fail" from Dear Evan Hansen on repeat. I recommend it. Really enhances the experience. Evan's a bit of a creep and Tim is not, but the words work well for his POV.

In the end, there was depressingly little to pack. 

Literally didn't realize until right now that I repeated this line to start one of Tim's chapters in The Return. Je suis HACK.

His decorations were mostly functional—wall hangings chosen nearly at random, the odd plant or two, little knick-knacks that he had picked up like lint on a sock slid under the bed.

As always, I find it such an interesting challenge to truly think through how a character lives and what sort of things they might surround themselves with. I knew Tim wouldn't have much, because his apartment was always meant to be temporary, but I enjoyed thinking about not only what he might have but also how he would think about those things.

The majority of things he would have cared to take with him were still at the Manor, lying dormant under the heavy assumption of his return.

A true banger of a line, if I do say so myself.

Returning to his room, Tim threw himself on the bed. It was the middle of the day, but he had nothing to occupy him except to stare at the ceiling and watch the fly swooping in lazy figure-eights above his head.

I, as a rule, do not visualize spaces. Do. Not. I am very very bad at it. Weirdly, though, I do know what this version of Tim's apartment looks like. (And the one he uses in other fics unconnected to this one.)

So Tim booked his plane ticket, stuck his Red Robin suit in the mail, and released his last shred of resistance to the inevitable.

I couldn't figure out what Tim would do with his suit that wouldn't be a security risk, either to his identity or to his plan. This... was not that. Where did he mail it to?? Does the Cave have an address??????

He gasped as a hand clapped his shoulder from behind and yanked him backward.

Tim was absolutely not going to let anyone into his apartment so I had to force the issues.

Dick kept scratching the callous on his thumb, a sure sign he was agitated.

I gave Dick my thing. My poor thumbs.

“Kon?” he guessed. He should have known quitting the Titans would make it through the Kent grapevine.

Gabby Midwesterners, man. You can't trust 'em.

“Tim, that’s—” “You idiot, do—” “Oh come on—” “Tim—” “No—“

Can you match speaker to fragment?

The trembling hands disappeared into his pockets, bony wrists pressed to his hips as he edged toward the door, ice-blue gaze flying from face to face.

It's a good description but not one Tim would use from his POV about himself, I don't think. I was still learning.

His other hand reached for Tim’s head, to touch his cheek, maybe, or to cradle his face. He was boxing Tim in, the others crowded around on either side. Tim kept retreating and they kept coming, trapping him, cornering him. They were saying his name, arguing, squawking like a flock of vultures over a slab of carrion. He’d only wanted to leave quietly.

Now that's also a fun thing, the way caring can feel like so much when a person is on the verge of a meltdown, even if this exact caring is what they've told themselves they've wanted all along. Put a pin in that.

Tim gulped down an audible breath and looked up at Bruce. “I’m no one. I’m just the clingy kid next door you couldn’t get rid of.”

That was a line I was writing toward. I knew it would be a mile marker in this chapter and everything before it was trying to drive the momentum to get there.

“Everyone’s fine. You don’t need me anymore. I told you, Bruce. I told you I’d stay until you didn’t need me anymore.” His lungs rattled as he sucked in a breath and dragged a hand across his eyes. It was his fault for delaying, for pretending, for ignoring that they had passed their need for him. He was the ingrown hair, the splinter that had scabbed over. If he stayed, their lives would fester and he would rot.

It's so angsty it's giving me secondhand embarrassment. This is my "Sad Sad Tim Drake fic" for a reason! “I’m sorry. I stayed too long. I should have... I shouldn’t have waited so long.”

or, alternatively,

I never meant to make it such a mess I never thought that it would go this far So I just stand here sorry Searching for something to say Something to say

“Is that what you think you’re supposed to be? Needed? You are correct. You’re not.” There was a small scuffle, soles sliding on hardwood and the soft smacking of shushing hands being batted away. Damian spoke over the noise. “My mother needs me. My grandfather needs me. It is not as pleasant a state as you might imagine it to be.”

It was so important to me that Damian and Jason be the first ones to speak. They ALL care about Tim, they are ALL there because they care about Tim. Also, it can be easier to accept true things from people you think love you a little less, because they appear less likely to lie. Because of their fraught relationships, Damian and Jason need to get in there first, before Dick or Bruce or Cass.

Tim only knew Jason’s younger voice from old home movies and the odd press recording. Death, cigarettes, and the Pit had deepened and distressed the sliding street accent, rubbing it raw on a bed of gravel and metal. Jason didn’t seem to miss his old voice, instead wielding his new one like another weapon to intimidate and unsettle. But when he spoke like this, full of reluctant good intent and lacking his usual caustic bite, Tim could almost hear the boy that used to be, the one who used to believe that change was just over the horizon before he was buried six feet beneath it.

Jason's voice is, like, a spiritual experience for me.

Tim rocked his head back and forth against Bruce’s chest, despairing and disbelieving, but Bruce continued, “You are my son as surely as if you’d been born a Wayne. You are their brother. No matter who you have been or who you believe yourself to be, that’s who you are, Tim. You are needed and you are wanted. We want you because we love you. Not because of what you do or what you can do for us. Because of who you are. I am so sorry if we ever made you feel otherwise.” This was a dream. It wasn’t real. Bruce didn’t apologize. Bruce wasn’t a person who hugged, or held someone like Tim. Bruce didn’t talk about love. “I had no idea how lucky I was when you showed up on my doorstep. You saved me. Not Batman. Me. Because you’re brilliant and brave and generous and kind.”

Some people in the comments and bookmarks (those are public, folks!) complained that this was all toooooo simple and Bruce was tooooooo good. Maybe but 1) Bruce isn't an idiot and he can and will do hard-for-him things to literally save his kid, 2) Tim really really needed to hear these things explicitly, and 3) it's fiction. Deal with it.

I do admit it's awfully schmoopy though.

(But that's okay! People still connect with it and like it and that's wonderful!)

A sob punched through his chest with the force of too many years, and his knees buckled. Tim ended up in Bruce’s lap on the floor of the kitchen, arms wrapped around his dad, clinging with a terrified strength. 

I don't remember what, but I was sad about something or maybe just homesick and really wanted a hug from my dad, so here we are.

His clock was running again, ticking steadily onward. Instead of a countdown, it was merely a beat, a rhythm that he could sway to, a current that kept him moving steadily along. The hands of his family kept him afloat, supporting him and steadying him whenever he crossed a wave that threatened to drag him under again.

Gotta work in those callbacks to make the lit nerds shiver happily!

They all visibly worked to reach out to him more, to extend explicit invitations instead of the implicit ones that he so often missed; to drop backup batteries into his bag, reminders of the weeks of texts and calls he had missed while accidentally letting his phone die; to text or call with a funny story, a casual complaint, or just because.

This is one point I want to make clear and explicit. I want to tattoo it onto the eyelids of every single person that has ever read this fic, because it's important.

This is my Sad Sad Tim fic. He is a sad sad boy. More than that, he is Capital-D Depressed and depression lies. A lot of people admitted to relating to Tim in this fic, to feeling isolated and alone and forgotten, which are awful, awful feelings. And Tim was not wrong, but he also was not right.

His family is objectively bad at expressing how much they love, like, and appreciate him. Full stop. They say so and apologize for it and actively work to change their behaviors. But they DO love, like, and appreciate him, and Tim's depression kept him from seeing that. Instead of talking to his family and expressing how he felt, he cut himself off. He left, he lied, and he missed the times they did reach out because he removed himself physically from their lives and then let his phone die. His family objectively made some mistakes but not to the extent that he felt was true.

To quote my own reply to someone that I left in the comments:

One of the great things about fiction is we can learn from the mistakes of others without making them ourselves. Tim made a ton of things harder for himself by misreading situations, drawing unsupported conclusions, and then isolating himself without verifying his view of reality with anyone else. Whenever you start feeling wobbly, remember Tim. <3

Or to quote myself again:

Here's the thing about Tim. He was wrong and he did literally everything wrong. He let his emotions and his wonky brain chemistry and his own assumptions dictate his perception of reality, and his perception of reality was incorrect. He isolated himself, he missed key facts, misinterpreted other facts, and put the burden of proof on others rather than reaching out and vocalizing his insecurities. He also deliberately cut off his friends in the Titans, who were actively demonstrating the care he felt he was lacking from his family.

It's okay to identify with Tim. It's okay to see things in his situation that make sense. Just don't emulate him in any way.

I'm so pleased this fic has had such a long life and resonated with so many people, and I hope it continues to help, either as an example of what not to do or just as an outlet for catharsis.

They weren’t perfect, his family, but they were his, and he was theirs. And that made it real.

title nodddddd

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy)

First posted: June 6 2018

Focuses on: Tim Drake and the Fam

Favorite bookmark: "I was clutching my face for the last two chapters."

Second favorite bookmark: "Do you want to cry?"

Tier: Top five in hits and subscriptions, top ten in everything else

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above.

This is a multi-chapter series, so this thread will be reblogged with each chapter's thoughts added beneath the cut.

Chapter One

This is one of the rare fics where I can remember exactly what was happening when it sprang into being. Mostly. I was walking home on evening, post-rain, and skirting around puddles while texting with @starknjarvis27. I don't remember what started the conversation but suddenly I was knee-deep in emotions about Tim as The Replacement, Tim as Nanny McPhee ("When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go."), Tim as Mary Poppins (That's gratitude for you. Didn't even say goodbye?" "No, they didn't.")

I don't think I started writing directly after that, though I may have. I do know I deliberately banked up the chapters and didn't post the first until they were all written. I was worried about losing steam and not finishing. Given how popular this fic is, maybe I should do that more often.

The title is from Dear Evan Hansen (it was 2018, give me a break), from the song "Words Fail," where the main character emotionally confesses the elaborate deception he had built, ensnaring the people he professed to love in a fantasy that he said was for them but really, in the end, was only for himself.

It was said that time was the great equalizer, but Tim didn’t know how that could be true. Time seemed to touch everyone differently, and everyone grappled with it in their own way.

As you've probably noticed, I do this kind of a lot. "It" being both a philosophical beginning and lining up each of the fam and examining what makes them different in certain ways. Both are a good way (for me, the writer, at least) to ease into a fic. Starting is hard.

Dick bobbed in its streams like a vacationer in a tube. He let it carry him along, neither struggling nor straining, but enjoying the ride wherever its path led. Jason floundered, striding through the water until his steps inevitably found the gap of his stolen life. He would lose his footing and plunge under, only to burst above the current with great, heaving breaths and push on determinedly once more.

Again with the water metaphors. I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. I'll also add that this is, of course, Tim's perspective. He's not wrong, but Dick, for example, would likely have a nuanced take of his own relationship with time (that also would not necessarily being objectively right or wrong because perception is subjective, even of ourselves.)

A good many endings surprised him, horrified him, came whistling out at him like fists in the dark. 

I think I use this metaphor more than once in fics. Mentally I tie it to "A Knife in the Dark," the Bree chapter title in The Fellowship of the Ring and later the song title from the Howard Shore soundtrack for the same scene. The whole point is wildly different, but the mental association is there for me, whatcanyado.

But it was only their timing that caught him off guard, never their existence, like turning the crank on a silenced jack-in-the-box. Without the music, he could only guess when the pop and cackle would come, but he knew the lurch in his stomach was inevitable.

My sister was scared of jack-in-the-boxes as a kid/young adult, like Buddy the Elf, so I stole this from her and him.

Alfred would have noticed, had he been around, but timing his exodus to Alfred’s annual sabbatical in England had been Tim’s one act of true cowardice. Alfred would have noticed Tim’s abandonment of the Manor and would have lured him back in with calls or threatening visits from the others or the sheer guilt power of a raised eyebrow.

I think if I were a stronger or braver writer it would have been a good challenge to keep Alfred present rather than shooing him off to England like Superman to space.

No, the hardest task had been quitting the Titans. They didn’t need Tim any more than the Waynes did, but they wanted him. They were his friends. Tim couldn’t see any way to continue with the Titans, however.

Commenters speculated on the Titans showing up. I hope they weren't too disappointed when that didn't happen but I do not know those children at all. And they weren't the point, anyways. The point was Tim and his family.

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.