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devildomwriter · 1 year ago

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Every “I Love You” Vol 1-4

Lucifer

22-C

Lucifer: “I love you. Truly and deeply.”

28-15

Lucifer: “I never knew I could feel this way. I never knew I had such passion inside me. MC…I love you.”

28-19 (2)

Lucifer: “MC, I love you. Well, we may not be on stage now, but I’m happy to say it again. As many times as you’d like. I love you, MC. Truly and deeply…”

38-9

Lucifer: “I love you, MC. Truly. As much as I’d like my memory back, and to remember everything that’s happened, there’s something I want even more… I want to know how you feel about me.”

38-9 (2)

Lucifer: “I love you, too. With all my heart. How many times have I told you that before? Because I want to tell you so many more times that my old self did. …In fact, no matter how many times I might say it, I feel like it will never be enough. I love you, MC. Kiss me. If I told you that I actually feel jealous of the old me, would you laugh…?”

40-22

Lucifer: “I love you, MC. There’s no need to say goodbye. Because we’ll see each other again. Soon.”

41-19

Lucifer: “I love you… It’s strange… We haven’t been apart long at all, yet it feels like it’s been a century. Why is that?”

Mammon

25-17

Mammon: “MC…! You’re the best! You never let me down, and it’s just…amazing! YOU’RE amazing! I love you, MC! More than I’ve ever loved anyone!”

29-12 (2)

Mammon: “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN’T STAND IIIIT!”

MC: “…?!”

Mammon: “I want to [CENSORED], [CENSORED], and [CENSORED] like there’s no tomorrow!”

33-14

Mammon: “Like, what it I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh?!”

33-14

Mammon: “I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest! I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

33-14

Mammon: “And I like you, MC. …I love you, actually. So, what about you? Come on, say you feel the same way, MC.”

33-14

Mammon: “Yeah…I love you too. Like, so much it’s crazy. I mean I love Lucifer and my other brothers too. I love ‘em to death, honestly. But with you it’s different. It’s special…”

43-15

Mammon: “Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you MC! And I’ll NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!”

53-9

Mammon: “I love you, MC! And I’d take you over money any day!”

Leviathan

48-4

Leviathan: “Um…listen, MC… …Thanks. I love you, too. And I really appreciate that you’d say that to me. But that’s also why I want to learn to take pride in myself. Because I want you to love me even more than you already do…”

48-9

Leviathan: “…Ugh, what do I do? I’m not so sure I want to let you go after all. You’d better leave before I change my mind. Oh, but make sure to come back once you’re done with whatever it is, okay? …I love you, MC.”

Satan

21-14

Satan: “Mm, it finally feels real now. You really are back. I love you, MC. Welcome home.”

42-10

Satan: “After all, you already have me. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Isn’t that right? I love you, MC…”

Asmodeus

13-20

Asmodeus: “Hehe, I knew that already. I love you too, MC. Though I think I’d rather have you tell me that while lying next to me in bed.”

19-70

Asmodeus: *sigh* “Oh, wow. All you did was kiss me, and I feel like I’ve died and gone to the Celestial Realm…! I love you, MC… I love you more than anything!

22-10

Asmodeus: “Mmhm… I feel the same way. I love you too, MC. I absolutely adore you!”

31-2

Asmodeus: “Hehe. I love you, MC. So much it’s crazy…”

31-2

Asmodeus: “Oh MC! I love you SO MUCH!”

32-19

Asmodeus: “Whaaat? You mean I can’t kiss you? Ugh, you’re so meeean! Still, I just can’t help loving you! I love you SO MUCH, MC!”

34-1

Asmodeus: “MC, does that mean you believe me? Hehe, you’re absolutely adorable. I love you so much, MC!”

39-18

Asmodeus: “I love you SO MUCH. More than words can describe…”

41-7

Asmodeus: “I love you so much, I can barely contain myself… Ugh, I can’t take this any longer…”

54-1

Asmodeus: “Wait, are you saying I don’t need to use my powers on you? You just find me naturally charming? Oh MC, you’re SO sweet! I love you to death!”

60-22

Asmodeus: “MC, you’re so adorable. I love you, and I’m going to miss you so much. It’s going to be unbearable…”

67-9

Asmodeus: “Hehe, thank you! Oh MC, there aren’t even words to describe how much I love you.”

67-9

Asmodeus: “I thought I’d use my butt to express just how I feel about you, MC. I love you, and I want you to know it.”

Beelzebub

45-18

Beelzebub: “Mm… …Okay, I was wrong. I don’t actually like you. I love you.”

46-19

Beelzebub: “You remember when I gave you my star, right? And now here you are giving ME a star… I promise that I’ll always treasure it. Always and forever… I love you, MC.”

69-17

Beelzebub: “Well, it’s the same with me. You’re always on my mind. I love you, MC…”

80-10

Beelzebub: “I’ve been waiting so long to do this… For it to be just the two of us alone… I love you, MC…”

Belphegor

20-11

Belphegor: “But even if you go back to the human world, I’ll always love you, MC. Because there’s no one else like you anywhere. Not in the Devildom, not in the Celestial Realm, not in the human world.”

41-14

Belphegor: “I love you, MC. You have no idea how much…”

55-18

Belphegor: “Come on, try to keep still. …Here, let me put my arms around you. I love you, MC. …I love you so much, it’s crazy.”

80-10

Belphegor: “I mean, I can’t go to sleep now. Not when it would mean missing out on this… I love you, MC…”

Simeon

52-17

Simeon: “Here, let me look into your eyes. I love you, MC… The question is, how do you feel about me?”

71-17

Simeon: “You know that one song that’s been really popular with everyone at RAD lately? Well, it sums up how I feel about you perfectly. It goes like this. “I was wandering, hurt, lost in an endless night, and you reached out to me… Nestled against each other, we wished that morning would never come. No one can know, no one can know. But I love you so deeply it hurts”…”

71-17

Simeon: “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been hoping to hear you say that. Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you, MC.”

Diavolo

56-18

Diavolo: “If you’d be okay with it, I’d actually like it if we could do this sort of thing more often. You know, spend more time together. I’m just going to come out and say it, MC… The truth is…I love you

56-18

Diavolo: “I love you so much. You’re so, so precious to me that I can barely take it. Can I kiss you?”

56-18

Diavolo: “I love you, MC. And I’m so happy to know you feel the same way about me. Thank you.”

56-18

Diavolo: “Well, even if you don’t have feelings for me, that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I still love you

80-14

Diavolo: “It’s hard getting you alone. After all, wherever you go, Lucifer and his brothers are sure to be nearby. But right now I have you all to myself… I love you, MC…”

Ranks

1. Asmodeus (13)

2. Lucifer/Mammon (9)

3. Diavolo (5)

4. Beelzebub/Belphegor/Simeon (4)

5. Leviathan/Satan (2)

6. Solomon/Thirteen/Barbatos/Mephistopheles/Michael/Raphael (0)

#Solomon and Barbatos never say it directly but it’s heavily implied #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me thanks #obey me request #obey me quotes

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whatyadrawin · 6 months ago

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 14

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 4,989 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language and depiction of sexual acts, foul language, brief PTSD scene, mention of reproductive choices. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: See the end of chapter for a special authors note since I dont want to spoil anything here. I feel pretty good about this chapter, the art has some sloppy work because I was passing out while working on them so please be nice, I hope theres no typos or weirdness in the edited writing either because I was also passing out for that. The censored image can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 14

The day started with you getting a phone call from the contractor, he informed you that your house was fully repaired and ready to move back into; You immediately got changed and walked over, highly excited to see the finished work. You arrived quickly, opening the heavy wooden door where the smell of fresh paint and new wood filled your lungs. The sun’s rays lit up the rooms giving the home a cheery appearance, as if it was happy to see you.

You slowly made your way through the entrance to head straight for your room, when you passed through the doorway you felt a knot form in your stomach, the memory of the fire was making you feel fear as if you were experiencing it all over again. You let the anxiety hit you to really feel the emotions fully, you figured if you could handle the ghost of the past then you could strive to overcome it.

Within a few short moments, the feeling passed but the cortisol surge remained. You left the bedroom and sat on the couch in the living room exhaling deeply as you reclined. You looked out at the large storage container that you had yet to completely empty, it was costing you to keep it on the property and felt like a constant reminder of how new you still were to this country.

The entire day was spent emptying out the storage crate to fill up your home. Extra clothes and furniture found their place in every corner of the house, by nightfall you managed to get your bedroom and bathroom to look mostly normal again. The fire destroyed your bed and stained the wardrobes with soot, some floor lamps were melted and unusable as well as your window curtains.

-Looks like I need to buy a new bed and some furniture- You thought about how nice you could make your room, and what curtains to buy to cover the bedroom window with. -I think it might be good to invest in some security features too while I’m at it- Dover’s attack on you affected the way you felt when you were alone, it was now pertinent to have visibility from many angles and access to view them at any time in case someone tried to hurt you while you were unaware again.

After ruminating on your fears, you locked up and left the house, the moon was now high in the sky and you realized you hadn’t eaten all day. When you left and got to the end of your driveway, you saw headlights shining up the road heading in the direction of the Hewitts house. The driver gave a honk and when you squinted to look, you recognized the truck, it was Charlie.

He pulled up next to you and reached over to unlock the passenger door,

“Get in ‘fore you get ate by a coyote” he said through the open window.

You smile and hop into the passenger’s side of the truck; the seat is rough edged from wear and scrapes the exposed skin on your leg as you slide onto it. You shut the door and thank him for picking you up,

“Are there really coyotes around here?” You asked

He smirks, “Well now, ain’t a whole lot of wildlife really comin’ ‘round here no more.”

You wrinkle your brows, “Must be lucky then eh?”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Somethin’ like that”

You roll your eyes and give a tight-lipped smirk, you knew it wasn’t luck, if anything it was a whole lot of bad luck that accumulated on this land brought onto poor hapless victims taken from the outside world just to feed the starving Hewitts. This land really was a world of its own, it felt like you were existing in another universe, the remoteness didn’t help much with that either.

“What’s ‘at look for?” he was obviously trying to sleuth out your expression.

Your eyes widen and you quickly face the open window to prevent further incriminating looks,

“Nothing” you hope he would drop it, but he continues,

“You’re bein’ real suspicious ain’t ya? Somethin’ I should know ‘bout?”

You reply with a hint of annoyance in your voice,

“Oh my Goduh, nothiiiiiiiiing” -that should throw him off-.

Charlie laughs and changes the subject,

“You gon’ move back into Tilly’s house now that it’s fixed up?”

You continue to look out the window,

“Yeah, I have been bothering you guys long enough.”

He quickly replies, “You was never no bother girly, I know Luda Mae’s gon’ be real upset seein’ you less. She sure hates an empty nest.”

You didn’t think it would be that much of an impact, you felt like a total leech living there for as long as you did,

“I’m sure she will be relieved having less cooking and housework to do…she never let me help.”

Charlie laughs, “That woman? She’s been feelin’ like a mother again what with doin’ all the women’s work. Was always her happiest when she was carin’ for the boy. Obsessed with motherhood, guess it’s normal for womenfolk to think like that.”

You roll your eyes, you had become used to the way Charlie spoke about women in the time you lived with him, but it was still obnoxious to hear such outdated ideals in modern day.

Charlie puts his arm up on the bench seat, he gives you an inquisitive look, he asks,

“You think like her at all?”

You sigh, “Isn’t that a bit personal?”

He sucks his teeth and looks at the road, he continues,

“Shoot girly, it’s just a question.”

You remain quiet for a few seconds before responding, “No… it’s never really been a goal for me.”

“Huh.”

You replied, already feeling defensive, “What?”

“Just never encountered a ‘no’ from a woman regardin’ kids is all.”

Instinctively, you began preparing to hear the usual patriarchal bullshit thrown at women who choose a different reproductive path. You prepare the counter arguments in your head, you cross your arms and say,

“Ok, lay it out then, tell me how I’m going to change my mind someday or whatever. Let’s get it over with”

Charlie lets out a confused grunt, he turns to you laughing,

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t give two shits ‘bout you not wantin’ to get knocked up. Only reason I bring it up is ‘cus I heard some foolin’ around in the basement the other day.”

Your eyes widen and you tense up with embarrassment, he laughs again,

“Now don’t get yourself all twisted up ‘bout it, s’about time that boy got some tail.”

Your muscles relax a bit, you couldn’t help but blush at your seemingly private exploration being heard. He continues,

“If you n’ the boy are gettin’ that serious, I feel I need to warn you that he’s got no bullet with the blast”

Your nerves wanted out of this conversation, but your curiosity made you dig for information,

“How would you know something like that?”

“Tommy ain’t our blood, Luda Mae found him in a dumpster behind the meat packin’ shop she worked at back in the day. Was a large thing, that boy, t’was clear the momma didn’t want nothin’ to do with him so she tossed him like trash. He was uglier ‘n hell as a baby, not much different than now.” He laughs. “But he ain’t right, somethin’ in his dang blood made him grow into such a fuckin’ beast, made him stronger than any man I ever knew.”

The road was coming up on the house now, you wanted to know more, so you turned to fully face Charlie and asked,

“Being big and strong doesn’t make someone infertile…”

Charlie smirked as he parked the truck near the wheat field and shut off the engine, he leaned his head at an angle to look at you without turning his body,

“Girly, you remember we told you ‘bout the infection fuckin’ up his face?” You nod,

He continues, “He was in the hospital a few weeks getting’ medicine. If he was a normal kid he woulda died. The doctor told us he had some, uh… dang what’d he say now?” Charlie ran his hand through his hair as he thought, “I dunno what it was, somethin’ ‘bout his blood bein’ shitted up n’ to not expect any grandkids, specially with all the drugs they dun gave him. Luda Mae was real upset; I didn’t give no fucks long as he’d help ‘round the farm, and boy did he get useful.”

He got out of the truck and started walking to the house, you sat there mulling over the information you were given. -If he is infertile… No need for protection I guess- The thought of finally being able to safelyhave raw unprotected sex made you hot with lustful fantasies, sex was hard to fully enjoy when you always had the underlying fear of pregnancy looming over you.

You entered the house and made your way to the kitchen where you saw Luda Mae in a nightgown pouring from a teapot. She turned and saw you, a smile immediately formed on her lips,

“You been away all day dear, did you eat anything?”

You shake your head and walk closer to her, she continues,

“Just as I thought. I saved you some dinner in the fridge there, you can heat it up in the oven which is already preheated for you.”

She sets down the teapot and says,

“Did you get a lot done dear?”

You open the fridge and find a large plate filled with comfort food, you respond,

“Thanks for saving me dinner, you didn’t have to.” She smiles at you, and you continue,

“I got a ton of things done, I’ll be out of your hair once my bed arrives”

Luda Mae’s smile sank, you could tell she didn’t want to hear you were leaving. She saw you looking at her expression and quickly changed it back to a smile, saying,

“Well, that’s good for you dear, but don’t go feelin’ like you have to leave right away now. Take as much time as you need.”

You feel her hand gently placed on your upper back, she gives you some comforting rubs and you tell her,

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be over a lot. It’s just that the orchard needs someone there to care for it, and it’s a big job.”

She nods, understanding the need to get back to normal,

“Alright hun, you eat whatever you like and get some tea from the pot there. I’m headin’ to bed now but if you need anything, just knock on my door.”

You thank her again and she walks up the stairs. You see Charlie come in after her, he went straight for the bread buns in the basket on the counter.

“You headin’ to bed girly?”

You shake your head, he stuffs the bun in his mouth and begins to leave,

“thya ‘omarro” His words were muffled by the food he was chewing, you wished him a good night and listened to him walk up the stairs to his room, his footsteps thudding more quietly with each step.

You put the plate in the oven and let out a big sigh as you sat in the chair, you weren’t tired despite being busy all day. The thoughts of Tommy unloading his orgasms into you were energizing, you sat there feeling the ache between your legs gain intensity. -he must have gone to sleep by now, I better get changed out of these sweaty clothes-

You made your way to the bedroom and threw off your shirt and shorts, you took off your bra and exhaled in relief letting your breasts experience natural gravity again. You picked out a purple oversized T shirt that reached your knees, you felt immediately comfortable and paused before you left the room. -Might be fun to feel a little breeze as I eat dinner, everyone went to bed anyway- you quickly slipped your underwear off and tossed it near your bed, you blushed as you made your way to the kitchen giggling to yourself about the bold idea.

You step back into the kitchen and turn off the oven, you leave the plate in there to soak up the last bits of heat so it doesn’t have any cool pockets to ruin the meal. You turn and open the side door that leads to the porch, your bare feet touching the smooth wood floor. The moon was bright and lit up the land, you looked out at your home up on the hill, it was a barely visible white blob sitting lonely on the hilltop watching over the orchard.

You wondered what this town was like when it was busy, there weren’t many buildings around that you saw when you reached the gas station, but you also never drove up the road past the Hewitt house; as far as you knew, there was just tall grass and an evil man’s hiding hole.

The night air was refreshingly cool, it brushed under your shirt and tickled your naked body which felt invigorating. Back home it was rare if the nights were warm enough to stand outside half dressed, but you also didn’t have a large private porch to lounge in either.

Suddenly, a glow of warm yellow string lights lit up from the roof of the porch illuminating a large man standing in the doorway. It was Tommy, he bent down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and closed the door behind him. You were shocked to see him, and were now very aware of the fact that you were completely nude under this shirt, you almost missed the fact that he was shirtless.

You pull down your shirt to ensure it isn’t somehow lifting up and making your lower region visible,

“I thought you were asleep?” you ask

“Heard y’come in, wanted t’check up on ya” he spoke softly.

He moved next to you, putting his massive arms on the railing and leaning forward to look at the land. You felt nervous being so close to him with your secret hiding under the thin fabric of your shirt. -Why am I nervous? I was in a pond with him naked for gods sake!- Despite your previous escapades you still felt giddy at the thought of him discovering your hidden nudity.

You try to divert your nerves with conversation,

“Thanks for teaching me how to defend myself, it feels better knowing I might stand a chance now.”

He nods at you and smiles with his eyes, his dark mask hiding his damaged skin, you noticed his pushed back hair was wet and when he moved closer you could smell the fresh scent of a masculine scented soap, it was intoxicating. You shake your head a little to snap yourself out of it,

“S-so were you going to stay up here a while? I need to get my dinner out of the oven if you want to hang out as I eat.”

You quickly make your way to the kitchen hoping to escape his alluring scent, it was flooding your mind with wicked thoughts about his arms squeezing around you like a python while he fucked you. -god damn, why does he have to smell so good, and look so good, and be so fucking massive and hot!- You argued with your thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to try playing with him while Luda-Mae and Charlie were just one floor away, too risky, but you didn’t want to be obvious by pulling him downstairs.

You were wise to his antics, and you remember when he said “I’m gon’ start messin’ with y’now”he made sure you understood he was going to torture you with desire. He followed you into the kitchen barely being able to pass through the doorframe, you try to ignore him, you were onto him and wanted to see what he would attempt.

“I’ll get that for ya” he reached down into the oven without oven mitts and grabbed the plate without flinching, he sets it down on the table in front of you then reaches to get you a fork.

You touch the plate and it stings with heat,

“How didn’t that burn you?”

He shrugs, “Thick skin I guess”

He takes a seat next to you and hands over the fork, you thank him and begin to eat. He leans back in the chair and relaxes as he watches you, he then asks,

“That house o’ yers is done huh”

You nod, eating hastily not realizing how hungry you were. He continues,

“Y’gon’ move on out then?” His voice was vibrating the plate on the table from the low timbre.

You swallow the large ball of food in your mouth and reply,

“The orchard hasn’t been properly tended to in a while, I have to keep those trees alive and… Tilly made it a clause in her will.”

He crosses his arms and nods, leaning back and looking away,

“Won’t see much of ya ‘round then I s’pose”

You put the fork down and sit back, a serious look on your face, he looks over at you and notices the shift,

“What’s amatter?” he asks.

You look him in the eyes, “I wanted to run something by you actually”

He shifts in his seat and places one arm on his thigh and the other on the table while his torso was turned to face you,

“Y’can ask me whatever y’want”

A tiny smile hits your lips from his words,

“Well, Dover didn’t really teach me about caring for the trees. I figure I can read up on it and do my best to learn everything I can but…” You paused, you clenched the edge of your t-shirt bottom before finding the courage to push out the question, “I want to know if you knew anything about caring for orchards, and maybe, if you did… you could teach me the basics until I can do it myself”

Tommy was quiet, he put his hand to his chin and was deep in thought, you got nervous and added,

“Y-you can say no its ok, I know it’s a big ask since you already do so much around here, I just thought it would be nice to… spend more time together is all.”

He leaned back in the chair, it creaked under his weight,

“I’ll help ya. I dunno a whole lot ‘bout orchards but, I helped Tilly when she needed it, she taught me a thing or two”

You smile, “I’m really glad”

You got up to put the leftovers away, Tommy followed and stood up to open the fridge door from behind you as you placed the food back inside.

When he shut the fridge door, he kept is arms around you fencing you in. You spun around to look at him, he was towering over you, his steely blue eyes gazed at you through heavy lids. He moved his hand to gently caress your neck and trailed it under your jaw, lifting your face to look in his eyes.

“Y’don’t need no excuse to get me alone” his voice was smooth and enshrouded your mind making you feel a wave of arousal flood your body.

“Oh Yeah?” you speak in a breathy whisper.

He nods slowly, you touch the thick leather of his mask and say,

“What do I need to do to see your handsome face then?”

He hangs his head down and laughs, he lifts his head and brings it close to your face,

“Go ‘head then”

You excitedly remove the mask revealing his gnarled old wound that exposed his teeth through his cheek, the more you got to see his real face the harder you fell for him.

“Still likin’ what y’see?” he asks.

You smile and lift yourself up to his face, you look into his eyes and slowly move in to kiss his lips. He lets out a muffled hum as he kisses you back, you press in harder and lift your hands to cup his face, his stubbles was shaved off to a clean finish. You forgot how wonderful his lips felt, the kiss quickly became heated with passion, both of you began to breathe more hastily.

Tommy put his hands on the sides on your body, slowly moving them downwards until he reached where he wanted to. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up onto his chest so your face was the same level as his, you stifled an excited squeal when your body lifted into the air so effortlessly.

He smiled and kept you in his arms while kissing you, you threw your arms around his neck to keep your body leaned forward past his bulky pecs to reach his face. You felt his hands move inwards towards your weepy slit. He was trying to get a more stable grip so you could sit comfortably, but when his fingers discovered no underwear, he stopped kissing you and gave you a devilish grin,

“What we got here?” he spoke through a chuckle

You blushed and bit your lip remaining quiet, unsure of what to say,

He kept tickling your labia with gentle flicks of his fingers, your breathing hastened and you suppressed a moan with your hand over your mouth,

“Bad girl, y’need to go to yer room huh”

You nod, “Put me there”

He moves his mouth close to yours, but when you lean in for a kiss, he slowly pulls away grinning. He carries you through the porch door, entering sideways and leaning down to avoid hitting his head. He stops when he reaches the double door leading to your room, he turns around and places you on the railing of the porch which is wide enough for you to sit comfortably.

“Why did you set me here?” you ask.

“I aint givin’ in so easily” he grumbles through a smirk

“…do you want me to beg or something?” you laugh.

He gives you a smug look, “Maybe”

“Oh please, I can keep myself under control. No amount of flirting would make me want to be-“

He cuts you off by gripping your hips and pulling your body close to the edge of the railing top so you were flush against his warm torso. You huff defiantly until he presses his erection onto your cunt, your abundant juices coated the fabric of his sweat pants. You let out an unexpected moan and quickly cover your mouth to quiet it.

Tommy slowly rubs his stiff cock up and down the length of your lips, pressing in when his head met your hole just to tease you. He was grinning watching you hold your hand to your mouth as you hushed your whines. You so badly wanted to feel the skin of his dick move inside you, the cloth barrier was unbearable. He was enjoying the antagonization, his grip on your hips was firm you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you wanted to, he just kept pulling you closer to him until you gave in and said,

“Please, I want it” your words were like a song to him.

“Well, since y’asked nicely” he growled.

He threw you over his shoulder, making you giggle, and entered your room through the porch entrance closing the doors behind him as swiftly as he entered. He gently laid you on the bed gazing down at you while you writhed with arousal, you hesitantly spread your legs and lifted your shirt to reveal your lower half. Tommy got on the bed, it made a creaking groan under his massive weight. He leaned over you and placed one of his hands down between your folds caressing your entrance, you breathed in sharply and spread your legs further to let him have more access.

Tommy ran his fingers over your tender skin, his digits getting slick with wet the more he rubbed. You put your arms around his neck and pulled his face onto yours and kissed him, he moaned into your mouth and slipped his middle finger into your hole,

“Oh fuck” you whispered

His finger was almost as thick as an average man’s penis, and just as long. He slowly moved in and out of you, the calloused skin scratched your walls and bumped your g-spot sending your nerves into overdrive with pleasure, he feels your walls clench down on his finger,

“Y’got such a tiny lil hole” he says gruffly.

“Yeah? Why don’t you fuck it then” you command.

He pulls his finger out and runs his hand up your shirt skimming along your sensitive skin as he moves, he finds your breast and starts massaging the nipple making you moan with the electrical impulses that tickle your nerves.

“Y’want me bad huh” his tone was mocking.

You reply in a breathy tone “Please, fuck me”

Tommy pinches your nipple before he leans back and pulls his massive cock out from under his sweatpants, his erection was so full that he whined as he held it. Seeing his massive length was sending you over the edge with desperation. Tommy lowered himself down so his shaft lay on your clit, his dick was heavy and warm, the feeling of it on your swollen nub was making you feel drunk with desire.

He rubbed his length up and down your wet folds at an agonizingly slow pace, your wetness coating all along his cock making it glisten in the light of the moon. You tried to wrap your legs around his hips to pull him in but he quickly grabbed them with ease and pushed them all the way back so your knees were touching the sides of your chest.

You were so sexually frustrated with having him tease your greedy hole, you tried to raise your hips to entice him to slip inside but he remained steady.

Tommy saw how badly you wanted him to fuck you, he loved watching how your body beckoned him to enter it. He decided to have mercy on you and pressed his thick head on your hole, allowing you to slowly adjust to the width. He let out heavy sighs as your pussy began to slowly swallow his tip, the soft velvety feel of your lips made him moan deeply. The stretch of his girth sent waves of pleasure through your core and the vibration of his deep voice made it seem like you were mating with a beast.

You managed to slip halfway down his head before he couldn’t take much more and he began to slowly move his tip in and out. He was groaning, trying to control himself but your slicked entrance was beginning to bring out something feral from deep within him, he kept trying to slide more of himself inside but you weren’t opening up fast enough to allow him full entry.

You grab onto his wrists and dig your nails in, he was so wide that your poor little cunt couldn’t adjust fast enough to meet his lulling thrusts. You could feel a sting of pain with each movement as his width increased, the pleasure was overpowering the sting and you didn’t want him to stop. It felt like an impossible task to get even just the rest of his head inside, but you wanted so desperately to be penetrated by him, so you focused on relaxing your muscles to grant him deeper access.

He was quickly losing control over his movements and felt your vaginal walls loosening up, he fought the urge to just aggressively push in deep to get past the last hurdle. He was high on the feeling of your insides, his mind felt light and dreamy, as if his brain was swimming. He kept pressing in further with each forward motion until all of his head was finally inside you, he pulled out further before each hungry thrust to coat himself in more of your dripping sweetness.

“I want the whole thing, give it to me Tommy, I need it” you pleaded.

Tommy needed to get hold of his mind that was beginning to slip away, he had a strong carnal desire to just plow into you but he instead forced himself to remain still. You look up at him wondering why he stopped moving, your vaginal walls still pulsating around his tip from the incredible sensations it brought. He gives you a crooked grin and gently pulls out of you, then stands up off the bed and hastily puts his pants over his erection.

“What! Why?” you asked furiously

He laughs, “That’s payback, my angel”

Tommy walks out of your room and leaves you there a dripping, horny mess; You chuckled to yourself and flopped onto your stomach and yelled into your pillow. You now wanted to get past this cheeky stage and just start fucking like rabbits but you knew he was going to continue this provocatory teasing. It was time to pull out all your tricks and make it so unbearable for him to resist that he will give up messing around and give into his temptations.

Tommy got back into his room in the basement, his mask back on his face where it belonged. He was still fully engorged and now feeling pain from the intense pressure, he needed a release badly, but he also wanted to start practicing control over his desires. He was worried, he felt so close to just letting go and fucking you silly, he wanted to be fully present and aware if your needs when you two finally, properly, lay together.

He flopped on his bed and sighed; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up for. The next time, he may not be able to pull away so easily.

Special authors note: I wanted to stray from the norm of Thomas constantly being portrayed as having a breeding kink (it can be hot don't get me wrong) because I know there are a lot of women who don't want to read breeding/pregnancy kink for various valid reasons and its fairly hard to find AFAB x Tommy smut where he isn't depicted in such a way. If you were expecting that, I apologize for disappointing you but I try to cater to the people who don't often get catered to because inclusivity is important to me when making adult content. So from here on out, the rest of the chapters in this series will be for the gals who don't want to think of that stuff when reading smut. Thank you for taking the time to read my fic, likes, reblogs, and comments are extremely appreciated.

-Next chapter

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher thirst #slasher fandom #charlie hewitt #sheriff hoyt #hoyt

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thesolemnhour · 1 year ago

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OC Mannerisms - Agria Lebeda

Art by @/iwoszareba

Thank you for the tag @the-raging-tempest!

BASICS

- NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES >> Taldane, Hallit, Varisian (roughly), Celestial (innate).

- TONE OF VOICE >> high / average / deep - Agria speaks quickly and enthusiastically. She has a bird-like chirpy quality to her voice.

- ACCENT >> yes / no - Brevic, which I like to imagine is the real world-equivalent of Polish or Ukrainian depending on what part of the country you're from. Agria's accent is closest to Polish, and you can hear it mostly in her vowels.

- DEMEANOR >> confident / shy / approachable / hostile / cheerful / other - While Agria holds herself with clear confidence, she smiles often and initiates conversation at the slightest provocation.

- POSTURE >> slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed / easy - Agria has excellent posture as a way of making herself look bigger than she actually is. She demands attention and takes up space.

HABITS

head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance / lip chewing - Agria is physically incapable of sitting still and seems to vibrate with energy even when she does manage it.

COMPLEXITY (Fill in the circle’s as you wish)

- VOCABULARY >> 🔴🔴🔴⚪⚪ - In her younger days, I think she would absolutely have flexed her vocabulary indiscriminately, but as an adult, she has scaled it back so people don't find her completely insufferable. The Sarkorians whose oral history she is trying to collect in particular probably wouldn't appreciate her putting on airs.

- EMOTION >> 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴 - Agria is a deeply emotional person. At times, she tries to hide it, but it's pretty obvious to everyone what she's thinking at any given moment

- SENTENCE STRUCTURE >> 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪ - She has a lot to say, and her sentences can wind on for a while. This is a habit from her childhood she hasn't been able to break.

PROFANITY

- FREQUENCY >> 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ - It's less about her upbringing and more to do with her having spent the last four years helping her aunt to raise her cousin. She starts to find the self-censoring more and more absurd as the crusade goes on.

- CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity) >> 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️ - It would be higher, but she's out of practice.

BOLD THAT APPLY

arse / ass / asshole / bastard / bitch / bloody / bugger / bollocks / chicken shit / crap / cunt / dick / frick / fuck / horseshit / motherfucker / piss / prick / pussy / screw / shit / shitass / son of a bitch / twat / wanker

THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or flattery / excessive or minimal hand gestures / name-calling or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

- DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? almost always / frequently / rarely / never

- DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / never

- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE?

yes / no / only ironically

- YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?

but / though / although / however / perhaps / maybe

- HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS?

walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don’t

- WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?

upper / middle / lower

- IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?

accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / curiosity / it doesn’t - Agria is genuinely interested in almost everyone she comes across. She is enthusiastic about meeting new people and getting to know them. She likes to socialize, and you can tell.

No pressure tagging: @minthy-fresh @desnas and @baneschosen!

#ag tag #wotr

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thorniest-rose · 1 year ago

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hello, i just found you here and i wanted to you say you are one of the greatest writers of all time. i know a lot of people don't like darker, nuanced fic, but i really do and so your work is just perfect, there's honestly something so comforting about and you, being such a voice for people in the fandom who feel like they have to pretend to be into PG 13 shit or else they're a bad person. i just really hope you know how much you mean to us x

Hi oh my gosh what a beautiful thing to say??? I'm definitely not one of the greatest writers of all time but I'm so deeply touched by the compliment, thank you. And I'm so happy to write darker fics and fics that explore messier and more complicated relationships and manifestations of love, I think it's sorely missed in modern fandom spaces and I want to help destigmatise it. Being drawn to toxic dynamics in art or fiction does not make you a bad person and I get so tired of the witch hunts and morality crusades. I don't see the point in censoring myself to appease other people anyway or there would be no point writing even though people have dismissed my work as rape porn that fetishises abuse which is such shit. But I love there are people out there like you who read it and appreciate it, so thank you so much for your kind words 💕

#asks

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greenerteacups · 1 year ago

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have a few questions for u! i loved your latest chapter, i believe it’s my favourite one to date together with the yule ball special :)

01. since u’re writing a (very intense) re-write of book 1 to 7 canon, how happy/sad were you about draco’s arc in the books and films? it always bugged me that him and the slytherins didn’t get to shine that much in both aspects, and that’s why we never really got to appreciate them a lot when the books and films came out. would love to hear your take on this!

02. not sure if this has been asked before, but what thing/s inspired you to write lionheart? i recall reading it was because of your love for to all the young dudes, but i’d love to hear you talk about this more

03. if j* r****** weren’t as awful a person as she was (and so terribly closed minded too) do you think there would have been a way for draco and hermione to be together in canon, or at least be some level of friends, if not together romantically?

04. i’m a narcissa black-malfoy apologist and stan, and can i just say, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for writing her in such a beautiful and heartbreaking way. i cannot wait to see how you write her arc in books 5-7.

05. an absolute, absolute shot in the dark - but since friday’s last update was sort of a cliff hanger - would you be open to a double update or an earlier than usual update this week? we aren’t entitled to anything but i swear to you, i was biting my nails and at the edge of my seat fr the minute i ran to the friday update. draco and sirius’s conversation was too real and too beautiful i sobbed so much.

i love you!!! may the universe bless you with all the good karma (is my boyfriend, is a god, is the breeze in my hair on the weekend)!!!

hello! thank you for all the questions, wow!! will probably answer some in separate posts because tumblr usually censors my craft glitches out when i write long asks BUT

how happy/sad were you about draco’s arc in the books and films?

[looks at 400,000 words of AU fic about draco's arc] oh yeah i feel normal and care a regular amount about it

Man, it makes me sad. It makes me sad that almost all the Death Eaters are also children of Death Eaters, establishing this as a familial cycle of violence and hatred, and that's just... left to sit there in the narrative, implicating.

Draco’s arc in particular is a flat downward descent from schoolyard bully into a fascist death cult, and it’s bleak as fuck. like, if these books are written from Draco’s POV, it is some gruesome and deeply cynical stuff, guaranteed. which is a shame, because I think “reluctant and begrudging reformed villain” is an amazing character type that he could have fulfilled perfectly. doesn’t even have to go on tour with the Golden Trio, either; because I lost hope for Redemption Arc after the end of book 6, my ideal world going into book 7 was just having Draco stuck in Grimmauld Place, being bitchy and ill-tempered about the Order’s witness-protection equivalent, while the others treat him like a house-elf. “oh, yeah, that’s Draco, he used to bully us but now he has to ask us to buy the tea he likes at the grocer’s,” etc. I mean, full redemption would have been great, and by far the most rewarding for him/me personally as a reader, but I kind of figured by the end of HBP that it wasn’t in the cards. JKR writes characters in a particular way when she’s interested in them as people, and Draco was just never written with that level of attention or care.

he’s not even given a particularly rewarding antagonist arc. he doesn’t follow through and kill Dumbledore, thus giving him something irrevocable and life-scarring to repent for; but neither does he join the Order (e.g., Disappearance), meaning his ultimate contribution to the war effort is just this listless, choiceless trend of enabling. he’s forced into the plot with the Vanishing Cabinet, but can't kill Dumbledore; he tries to hide Harry’s identity from Bellatrix in Book 7, but it doesn’t work; he tries to catch Harry in the Room of Requirement and fails, then has to be saved by Harry from fiendfyre his own incompetent sidekick conjured. cringe failson. it’s also hilarious put in contrast with this fanon we have of hypercompetent draco — it’s like we all saw him and were like god bless can we please get this man a skillset. jesus christ he is getting killed out here.

but anyway tbh I think the most character development we see from him in all 7 novels is when Hermione slaps the shit out of him in POA (call that spell of Shutting the Fuck Up the way he doesn't even try to retaliate). The bathroom scene in book 6 is huge, because it’s the first time we get a modicum of sympathy for him, but that’s not followed up on — we just sort of leave him with “yeah, that’s tough.” we don’t even know why the Malfoys go back to Voldemort, because by all accounts, they seem miserable. Lucius seems miserable even before he hits his Flop Era in book 6-7, but he’s also broadly miserable all the time when we see him (likely bc we only see him when he’s plotting/scheming/exploding in rage when Harry manages to yet again Scooby Doo one of his plots, but who knows). I think the seventh book subtly implies the Malfoys are so close with Voldemort because of Bellatrix, and [spoilers incoming] I myself lean heavily on that thread in later sequences in Lionheart, but in the books it’s up to the reader as to how much the Malfoys really believe in the Dark Lord versus just comply with his orders from fear.

#greenteacup asks #draco malfoy #lionheart #thank you! i hope karma is a relaxing thought <3 #sweet like honey etc etc

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samnyangie · 4 years ago

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Personal reviews on RSL filmography

Rsl, iI thought it’d be a good idea to record my thought on each films rsl was in, it was something I always wanted to do...

Rsl in total, was starred in (excluding tv series etc) 27-ish films, to be honest, considering his years as an actor(approximately more than 30 years) he wasn’t starred in that many. We all know why lol

Just saying I’m not a film expert, therefore the list is very subjective.

The reviews with trigger warning (r*pe, g*re etc): Tape, Killer: Journal of Murder, A glimpse of hell. Tho in the writing I’ve censored them with * since I don’t feel comfortable saying them here

There isn’t particular spoilers except for dps, tape, and ground control

The favourites (literally my life time films)

Dead Poets Society

I assume many would agree, and as many would have, it was my first ever rsl film, like I was on the plane and it was one of the films they offered, and I was like, oh I think i heard of this, so I watched and instantly loved it. The message is very relevant to this day, the cinematography is very beautiful and somehow nostalgic. I was horrified with Neil’s death. Tbh now I’ve seen too many memes and all kind of things from the fandom (which I’m grateful for!) I thought the heartfelt I once had would deluded a bit, however when I watched it again last April with my family at the cinema and it still moved me very deeply.

The age of Innocence

Okay, unpopular opinion here, I love this so much. It’s my all time favourite rsl film. It even outruns dps tiny winy bit haha. Aside from how he had tiny winy screen time, appearing at the end but the fact that he played quite an important role and him being gorgeous in it just<33 I couldn’t help but smiling! It just the whole film was so much of my cup of tea? The melodrama and the hypocrisy hidden by elegance among the upper social classes in 19th century is just what I needed. The more I watch it, the more I understand the characters and their emotions, it’s one of those films you should keep visit to discover the things you weren’t aware of before. I watched it again this morning and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. However, I know some people find it boring and I understand why, my sister is one of them lol(except for a bit where rsl was in) but i think it’s more complex than what it appears to be at a first glance haha. In conclusion, it became one of my comfort film to watch time to time.

The ones I like<33

Swing kids

At first viewing, I didn’t expected much because it had underwhelming reviews but when I actually saw it, I thought it was quite decent and more and more I watched it, I felt like it was underrated. Yes, I think some directing choices were bit old fashioned and cheesy especially the ending, I’m not saying it was a perfect masterpiece but it deserves more recognition than it has now. Also in spite that there’re some parts being too simplified, it touched on something other films about ww2 normally don’t. It was interesting to see the German perspective on it than Jewish or the allies perspective like many of them does, but of course the latter perspectives matter, it could be argued that they more valid than the former, which partly was where sk criticised for, however, the portrayal of the varied reactions of the German people (in this one particular the teenagers) has its value in their on way. Anyway along side with it, the music and the dance scenes were great, without exaggeration, though Swing kids isn’t my fav, peter’s solo dance scene is my favourite scene in any movies I’ve ever watched. I mean that scene had both visuals and meaning as it demonstrated Peter’s determination as well as resentment with a hitch of unsureness. Rsl acting in that scene was just phenomenal, it’s not about showing off the dancing skills but he portrayed every mixed emotions peter has from his expression and the moves, I just can’t talk about this enough especially this scene was the reason I started fallen for him. lol

Much ado about nothing

Much ado is something I never seen anything like so it was a refreshing exprience. I barely watched Shakespeare on screen kind of thing. Though I felt there were some bits too cheesy for me but they are also the charms in the same time, and the cinematography was pretty also Claudio aka rsl, it was like an official announcement of declaring my worship on this man. Especially it was after SWING KIDSSSS so I couldn’t help it now everyone knows how I fallen for him but no one can blame meeeeee Anyway, it’s a really good film to watch when you want be relaxed with cup of tea maybe hehe

In the gloaming

I heard about it before I watched it, that it’s a heart wrenching, tearful piece, though I didn’t managed to cry, it’s just.... painful and in a way heartfelt. I liked that story telling was calm and collected rather than forcing you to join the sob party, just showing the characters to carry on. And thanks to the great acting from the cast, the characters could be emphasised and understood, personally the older sister was the most relatable character for me, well, eldest complex lol. In short I liked it but it’s not something I would watch it often.

Last days of Disco

As a person who looks at aesthetic in films, I simply enjoyed this for that tbh. I don’t know, I just liked the feeling. But I don’t think it’d be everyone’s cup of tea. I love the day time clothes the girls wore in the film. Tbh I love the music too, I think I love all the films of rsl with music in it. Speaking about rsl, oh rsl, he’s.... His character might be bit unlikable but he was just.... This is why I can’t unlove his characters even the debatable ones<33

They were decent! (I would recommend it)

Married to it

This is the first and last ever attempt of rsl of romcomssss The film itself is cliche to be frank it’s like love actually but it’s about marriage life + it’s not christmas but I like heartfelt cliche stories like this, if anyone also loves this type of story, it’s really worth watching, it’s one of my comfort films, also, rsl is so pretty I mean he always is but to see him being a office man with a baby face made me go awww my baby grew up heheh I wish he did another romcom like this or more preferably, melodramatic romance, I’d have made a shrine of it and worship it every morning lol

The boys next door

I kind of smiled while watching it throughout, if you want something that is heartfelt and touch on some serious topic about social workers and the people with mental disorder, Rsl plays a character who has (I think it was) Schizophrenia and troubled relationship with his father(Deja vu I know) but general atmosphere tend to be quite humourous. I don’t get me wrong, though it’s light hearted, it doesn’t mean they treat the topic in the same way. There’s a scene where the protagonist imagining the one of the characters with the disorder talking eloquently and honourably at the court on the rights and the dignity of the people with mental disorders deserve to/should have and they’re just the same people as the people without mental disorders. It was a powerful scene.

My two loves

Rsl’s first ever screen debut film! Hehe it’s about a woman who is discovering her sexual identity and the conflicts within I personally thought it was fairly sensible depiction but I can’t say for sure whether it was accurate or else, since I don’t think it’s my place to say it:) But if you’re interested, it’s on YouTube, you can just search for it or go to this post I made. Fun fact: since it was his debut film, it credits him as he’s real name, Robert L. Leonard, I just find it amusing haha

Tape

It’s another type of film I don’t encounter that often, I enjoyed it, especially with Neil and Todd’s reunion lol. Rsl mentioned how he enjoyed it because it felt like doing a play, my first impression was that the structure is like a play, though the camera work made me quite dizzy haha. But the dialogues, the acting, I think it was quite spot on. Especially the human contradictions and hypocrisy side of it. The most people assume the baddie in the film is Jon the character rsl played and has a distaste for him. I mean how can anyone love a character who is accused of r*pe but to be honest, Vincent for me seemed just as problematic, both of them are hypocrites for sure in their own different ways but in the end we can’t be sure what’s really the truth or not. It’s about the vagueness, and phychology and the uncertainty from the audience on who to believe(well, myself included, most would trust on Amy’s claims since she’s the victim in the accusation, but by her denying the claims, making everything way unclear,) so I don’t know. I don’t really have an opinion haha tho I don’t believe nothing happened because Amy denied so, even Umma Thurman who played her, said that her interpretation was that Amy lied. I felt it’s endless rabbit hole this film. Sorry I couldn’t worded it better.

My best friend is a Vampire

It’s cringey and weird but there’re odd charm to it. Vampire rsl’s so cute as well.... and I think it’s the only film, he acted kind of flirty ? So for that itself I’d like to appreciate itttt And it’s so 80s/90s, like it has general odd nostalgia like all films from that age has. I saw a Korean blog about rsl films and this was mentioned, that- they said- it’s a bible of rsl’s adorableness and I think that sum up the film perfectly.

Mr&Mrs Bridge

Before this was in ‘I mean it was fine” category, but I watched it again and now I want to retract my statement lol Still isn’t my fav but I noticed how delicately depicted each characters are, Mr and Mrs Bridge in particular. This film is alternatively about the changes in the young generation regarding liberty, feminism, free expression especially on sex. It’s in the perspective of the bridges, the mother and father who is old fashioned and conservative (as it was normal in their previous generation) and the children who are the young generation, and the misunderstanding and conflicts between them. After all it all happened not only because of the difference but also the lack of communication, which rsl emphasised in his interviews. I found it interesting that they made it seems like the Bridges truly existed with the video footage and (with the ending) describing what happened to each family member in text with photos. When I watched it at first I was really confused if it was based on a real life. I think what they wanted to suggest was that the Bridges every typical American family at the time. It was something everyone was going through. I said previously I didn’t get why Rsl’s character (the youngest in the Bridges) treated his mother so coldly. Honestly I do get why, but I guess I felt so bad so the mother haha

I mean it was fine

The safe passage

It was okay but to be honest it didn’t stood out to me. It was okay. The story, the characters weren’t that interesting. I wish they extended it longer to go depth with their family relationship or something.

A painted house

I find it likeable, it has a chill, old folk story vibe, but same as previous one. it didn’t really stand out except for shirtless rsl, do close ups you cowards

Bluffing it

I was really fond of the premise of this film and I think it has great intention. It was specifically made to promote the awareness of illiteracy and how to get support. However, I don’t get the reason of Jack the protagonist’s illiteracy. Unless, it was common occurrence in America at the time, I feel like it’d have been more convincing if he was in poor family hood, so there was no time to learn at school due to working at young age...? I mean, just finding it hard to believe he passed the high school just like that, I mean the teachers or anyone should have noticed it, maybe I’m missing something here but it seemed unlikely to me.

Ground control

Again, I liked the message, as it depicted how frightening and difficult job the ground controller is, by one mistake could take away the lives of hundreds, especially as someone who goes on planes a lot... But it was quite cliche throughout, I just couldn’t get engaged to it. But I do admit at the end when the protagonist runs off to the landing zone see the pilot who he had just saved, they acknowledged each other and have eye contacts was truly wholesome. Rsl as cocky, bad boy was such a icing on the cake, I loved it so much. Chewing gum in every scene lol I hope he plays these sort of characters more often. I saw someone criticising him saying he has narrow spectrum of just playing nice boy roles like Neil but I really wanted to debunk the narrative and this could be one of the examples!

Chelsea walls

I knew that this has split reviews but nonetheless I think worth to watch it, 1. Ethan and rsl re union, 2. Ethan is the directer of the film and rsl sing in it. But I have to say, it’s one of those hard to follow art indie film so I couldn’t finish it on one go. I feel like I have to devour it over and over again. Maybe later on I grow fond of it more lol But his character, I loved him so much. He’s just has everyone don’t touch me, I’m a cocky artist vibe, there’s a scene where his annoying friend annoying him and he looks up and says: ‘Fck off’. Absolute golddddd not to mention he sings and plays guitar so beautifully<333

Well... it’s not my cup of tea

The Manhattan project

I don’t think the film it self was that bad, it’s about high school boy who find out the existence of some nuclear energy research lab and stole the energy to make his own nuclear bomb. I just don’t get the thinking process of the protagonist. It really frustrated me. He seemed apathetic and unlikable I disliked him throughout and that’s why I didn’t really enjoyed it. I mean it has humour and ridiculous storyline might be humorous to some. But more importantly there was such little screen time for rsl!! LIKE WHY? WHY PEOPLE?? HE LOOKS LIKE A FRESH HUMAN MOCHI!!! It makes me soooo mad to think about it

Killer: Journal of Murder

Well, first of all, it had a lot of graphic things than I imagined, brutally murd*red bodies, execution, and r*pe scene, gosh I was strucken by it when I saw that, I had to skipped that scene. It’s based on a real event and a real criminal called Carl Panzram, so if you’re aware of it, it might be more intriguiging to see. But personally for me... meh, I don’t think directing was good as it failed to portray it enough for me to comprehend fully.

A Glimpse of Hell

This is also based on a true event of a tragic accident in the us battleship in Iowa in 1989. They shows tragedy lin a blunt, brutal way by showing horribly damaged bodies of the soldiers torn into pieces, all the horrid things directly so be warned about that. I was quite alarmed because i didn’t expect to see it haha there’s no much to say. The film quality was so so for me. I feel their approach wasn’t appropriate, they were clearly trying to make it dramatic which is fine but in a melodramatic emotional way. It didn’t work because first, there aren’t enough portrayal of the characters for me to get attached, secondly it added the unnecessary exaggeration it prevented me from being emotionally involved or even to think about it. In my opinion, I think it’d have been better if they made it more restrained, dry, focus on the accuracy. For example like 1987 or Zodiac, I mean both of them has dramatic elements since they’re not a documentary but they were not overdone, in a contrary added emphasis to their message/conclusion. I know it’s easier said than done but it was something I consistently felt during it.

Sir.... I’m sorry but-

Standoff

Haha... it’s very peculiar... the directing is off and it just weird. I knew it was bad already but I watched it because rsl as a cop with gunssssssss just... so rare and just.... something else. There’s no way of me missing that seriously. Tbh him doing an action stunt isn’t what I imagine when it comes to him and there’s really any actions scenes anyway but it really was something. Like the character he played here really became my soft spot Hehehehe he was pretty and plus, tbh it’s kind of film I’d make fun of while watching so everything was (alomst) forgivable. There is a recent thing I think about, since this is about a cult, I kind of hope he’d at some day play a role like Eli Sunday from There will be blood: a manipulative, deceitful and maddened priest with twisted faith. Though Paul Dano did a grand job, the idea was in my head the whole time. Well, it’s a shame he wasn’t any of those here lol

Driven

From what I seen, the majority of people seem to unanimously hate this film, and after watching it I became one of those ppl. At least Standoff could be make fun of and rsl held gunssss but this...... I want to say so many things... I feel like they should have chose either fancy, fast paced, thrilling racing film or detailed depiction of emotions/relationships with the racers and people involved in it, I know both can be done, but I think that was outside of their ability, but since they tried to do that at once, it became a mess that doesn’t go either way. And the characters, any of them, including rsl’s are narrow or impossible to understand. I mean rsl did great himself, it was not about acting, the problem lies on the script and editing in my opinion. Also there were so many unnecessary characters made me question of their existence. Luckily rsl’s character isn’t one of them, however because of them, he had to squeeze in and unable to elaborate, which is a shame as he was an interesting character and someone rsl rarely plays; a arrogant and opportunist agent/brother of the protagonist, who would do anything for success... ha.... whyyyyy

This is it. If I watch other stuff I might add to it in the future. Overall, I know I’m biased but I do like His filmography, I do have appreciations in every one of them in different way to the good ones to bad. He may have disagree, but I love his acting on screen, well, I barely seen him on stage (crying)

Edit: as some of you could see, I’ve edited this over and over again haha elaborating on thing or the contrary. I can say with a glimpse of hell I practically managed to watch every rsl films out there lol except for the i inside and the short film he did called a dog race in Alaska. But with the former I’m not interested and already know the storyline, and the latter is just impossible to find, trust me I did my best;;

So to sum up: I HAVE MASTERED THE RSL FILMOGRAPHY!

#robert sean leonard #rsl #films #filmography #personal #thoughts

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fizzychocolatemilk · 3 years ago

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Totally Normal...You Know Until (Part 1)

A little late, but now it’s here! Enjoy and leave comments (if you’re comfortable)! Part two will be out here tomorrow...or you can read the whole fic on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33074071.

The day had been relatively normal. Katsuki had been put on patrol with Deku, since they had begun branding themselves together in anticipation for their upcoming graduation. To be honest, despite how far he and the shitty nerd had come in the three years since they started at UA, he still wondered what he did to get a (technically future) hero partner as good as Deku. Of course if the nerd heard that line of thought, Deku’d surely smack him and call him an idiot, then say that stupid “Kacchan sugoi!” crap that made Katsuki’s face get hot and his palms sweat more than usual.

He was secure enough at this point of his life to admit that he had more than platonic feelings for Deku, and if it were anyone else Katsuki would surely act on those feelings, ask the nerd out on a date, maybe to that pre-quirk era hero museum that opened recently near UA. However, because it’s Deku, Katsuki planned to take all those left unsaid feelings with him to the grave. He wasn’t going to be the jackass that ruined everything he and Deku had worked for years to get back, but really, it all comes back to the point that Deku deserves way better than what Katsuki can give him. Deku asked to be his hero partner, so Katsuki was going to be the best damn hero partner the shit nerd could ask for, which meant he wasn’t going to get greedy and ask for more than the stupid, self-sacrificing nerd could (or wanted to) give.

So the patrol was relatively normal. Deku was being his smiley, chatty self and talking Katuki’s ear off about some rookie hero that had debuted in the past week. Katsuki was trying to not get distracted by how cute the nerd was when he got into his shitty rambles when the kid ran into him.

“Momma! Can’t find my momma!” the child wailed. Large, watery green eyes with slitted pupils looked up at him. The child had several reptilian features, so Katsuki couldn’t really tell whether the child was male or female.

But that didn’t really matter. “Hey! Watch where you’re going kid,” he led with (because even if the kid was scared, you can’t go running around like that on busy streets). “Can you tell me your name?”

Katsuki was pretty good with little kids. They usually thought his rough temperament was funny and they weren’t annoying or clingy in the way he’s found reporters and older fans to be.

“Don’t worry. I’m a hero. Deku and I can help you find your momma.”

The kid sniffled a little bit. “M’name’s Kyo. ‘don’t remember where I last saw momma.”

That made things a little more difficult, but he was Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight dammit! He and Deku could definitely get this kid back to their mom. “Alright, Kyo. Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ll look around nearby for your momma, but if we can’t find her we’ll take you to the police station and they can call your mom there. That sound good to you?”

Kyo nodded, so Katuski held out his hand for Kyo to take.

As they continued down the street, Katsuki asked Kyo about his day, to which he enthusiastically responded with a long story that included a bad day at school followed by a fun afternoon out with his mother. During which Deku walked, awkward and silent, next to Katuski while he kept an eye out for a distraught mother.

Soon they had made it to the end of the street, and as they rounded the corner Kyo’s eyes lit up.

“MOMMA!!!”

A bright flash erupted from Kyo and Katsuki’s clasped hands before Kyo tore away towards their mom. Katsuki would have ran after him, but he was hit with a painful headache, one that made him clutch his head in both hands and curl into himself. He distantly heard Deku screaming his name, but it didn’t register as his ears began ringing and the world swirled before his eyes. Then everything went black.

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When Katsuki awoke, he was on the ground with an upset Kyo hovering over his face. “Uhhhh….W-w-what..? W-what happened?” He said with a humiliating stutter. What was wrong with him?

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hero!” Kyo cried. “I didn’t mean to use it! I was just so happy to see momma! I’m sorry.”

Katsuki sat up as he processed the words. “I’m sorry. Ummm...what are you t-t-talking about kiddo?”

“Hi. I’m Kyo’s mother. I’m really sorry, sir, but he used his quirk on you,” a lady with a strong build, freckles that looked like sky blue scales, and a navy blue bob cut extended her hand to him. Assumably for him to take. He shook his head no, mumbled a barely discernible “thank you,” and stood up without the help. He felt like he was forgetting something for a moment. What was it?

“Deku!” It hit him like a freight train. He forgot about Deku. How embarrassing. Katsuki could feel his face heating up without his consent, and he slapped his hands over his cheeks to hide the growing flush. Then he looked over to see Deku sitting up on the ground with his head clutched in one hand.

“What the fuck happened?”

That was Deku. Katsuki’s brain rebooted. “Deku?! Are you okay?! You can’t say stuff like that in front of a kid! Even I censor myself!” Katsuki berated Deku as he checked him for injuries frantically.

Deku batted his hands away half-heartedly. “I’m fucking fine, stupid Kacchan! Answer me! What the fuck happened?”

Katsuki huffed at Deku and his cheeks involuntarily puffed out, making him look like a chipmunk, when the woman interjected. “I’m sorry, sirs. Again, my child used their quirk on you. So you’ll have swapped personalities for 12-48 hours. Your feelings and choices won’t be affected, you’ll just show your feelings and enact your will a bit differently. You’ll both get the bad headaches again when the quirk wears off. Sorry for the inconvenience, but thank you for returning my child to me. It is deeply appreciated.” The woman smiled at the end and sent a fond look towards Kyo.

Katsuki opened his mouth to ask for her name, but Deku interrupted him. “Listen up, lady. We appreciate your concern, but we’re gonna need your name and number. We’re third year hero students at UA, so we need to hand that information to our homeroom teacher for reference. Just in case the quirk doesn’t wear off when you say it does or has any extraneous effects,” Deku gruffed at the woman, a scowl on his face and eyebrows downturned in slight annoyance. Then he turned his head to the side and grumbled, “We’re just doing our fucking job. You don’t need to thank us.”

The woman smiled, making it obvious she heard Deku’s final sentences. She then pulled a pen and a small notepad out of her purse, scribbled something on it, then ripped the page out and handed it to Katsuki, who was standing slightly closer to her. “Well then, thank you for your work. It is definitely appreciated.”

Deku scoffed at the woman, but Katsuki noticed that Deku’s ears were slowly flushing. This in turn made Katsuki himself blush because...those were his mannerisms. So he knew Deku was feeling pleased and embarrassed, even if he still looked standoffish. How could Deku still be a cute dumbass even with his own mannerisms?! It didn’t make sense to Katsuki, but his own flush was dying down now thankfully. Katsuki turned to the woman and held out his right hand for a shake. “Thank you for your compliance and continued support. It is appreciated.” As much as Katsuki didn’t especially like most adults, he appreciated the reasonable ones.

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As Katsuki and Deku walked back to UA after stopping in at the agency, Katsuki thought about what had happened so far. Deku’s personality was noticeably different from his own, but Katsuki didn’t hate it. It made it easier to express what he was feeling in a healthy way. From his interactions with the woman and Kyo, he definitely seemed nicer. He was just doing what he would usually do, just in the way Deku would do it, but he felt like a completely different person. It was weird. But… “What the hell are you mumbling about, Bakacchan?!” Katsuki jolted as he was startled out of his thoughts.

”Oh...ummm...I guess I was just thinking about the effects of the quirk,” he responded, but Katsuki could once again feel his face flushing. Again with the stupid blush?!

Deku scoffs again and turns his head slightly away from Katsuki before replying. “Yeah. It’s pretty fucking annoying. I’m feeling the same shit I usually feel, but I just can’t express it the way I usually fucking do. Shit’s dumb as fuck.” Katsuki snorted at Deku’s language. To which Deku responded, “Hah?! You’re just gonna laugh at me, dumb Kacchan?!” Then muttered, “Dumb Bakagou.”

Katsuki devolved into full on laughter. “Deku! You...you...hahahahaha...you’re the one bad at expressing your emotions now!”

”HAAAAH?! Say that to my face, shitty nerd!” Katsuki started running down the sidewalk as Deku chased him. The streets filled with their combined laughter and shouting as they ran all the way back to UA.

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Aizawa stared intently at them as Katsuki sat on a sofa in the teachers lounge next to Deku. Katsuki stared back at him, eyes wider than normal and face not in his usual scowl, while Deku was slouched next to him, dangerous green eyes flashing a glare at their homeroom teacher. Aizawa’s eyes narrowed and flashed red for a second before he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

”Can’t you two problem children go a day without some sort of incident?”

Katsuki’s cheeks pinkened with embarrassment at the truth of that statement. While they didn’t often get into quirk accidents specifically, he and Deku could definitely be referred to as partners-in-crime. They’ve destroyed furniture during playful fights, accidentally hurt some of their classmates during a paired fighting exercise, and broken curfew together. And those are only the incidents from the past week! He was starting to realize how much more he got into trouble with Deku around, when said person nudged his arm and grumbled about him mumbling again.

Aizawa sighed again, heavier this time, and continued speaking. “Well, since this isn’t really impairing your judgement or ability to function, and since the quirk will wear off relatively quickly, you’re going to stay at UA for the duration of the effects. Your parents have been notified and have agreed to allow you to stay, but both your mothers requested that you call tonight and after the quirk wears off,” he ran a slightly annoyed hand through his hair, then continued, “This might be a lot to ask, but try not to cause too much commotion? I’ll see you both in class on Monday.” They took the dismissal and both stood to leave, but not without a grunt from Deku and a short “Thank you, sensei,” from Katsuki himself.

Deku pulled out his phone in the hallway, presumably to call his mother, when Katsuki placed a gentle hand on his arm to stop him. “Why don’t we both text our moms and do a group video chat?” Deku grunted in response, but his fingers began moving across his phone’s keyboard to text his mother the plan.

Katsuki pulled out his phone to text his mother, but then he heard Deku say, “Good plan, Kacchan,” in a low voice.

He fumbled his phone for a minute as his face flushed bright red. “Y-y-y-yeah...I-I-I just f-f-figured we could avoid a-a-a lot of the dramatics...and you know...they could see that we were f-f-fine for the-themselves,” he stuttered out. His hands involuntarily came up to cover his heavily flushed face, but the burden of his phone in his hand caused him to wrap his arms around his head and look away from Deku.

Deku scoffed, but grumbled out a “whatever,” and continued walking towards the dorms, but he now had a thoughtful expression on his face.

Katsuki panicked for a second. What was Deku thinking about?! Katsuki couldn’t help but worry that Deku would figure out his feelings if he kept being so obvious with his embarrassment. Deku was somewhat easier to read with their personalities swapped because he was using Katsuki’s mannerisms, so Katsuki could only assume that it worked both ways. Katsuki had just exhibited one of Deku’s flustered tendencies. One of his extremely obvious flustered tendencies. If he kept up this behavior, Katsuki could kiss the new, perfect normal that he had achieved with Deku (the perfect, partners-in-crime, ride-or-die, visit each other at 3am to talk about anything normal) goodbye. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t...

”Kacchan!”

Katsuki looked up to see Deku down the hallway. Waiting for him. Katsuki blushed (again), and ran to catch up. He looked over at Deku and gave a small smile. Deku scowled and turned his head away. His ears were flushed again. They walked side-by-side silently as they made their way toward the dorms.

#fizzy's fics #Totally Normal #bakudeku personality swap au #bakudeku #bkdk #dynadeku #bakudeku fanfic #bkdk fic #soft bakugou katsuki #tsundere midoriya izuku #kind of

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joylessnightsky · 5 years ago

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The inspiration for this came from a post by @willowaudreykeyes (reposed it before). Hope you all enjoy :)

Remus sometimes hated his brother. This was no secret, but the reason... We’ll, that was something else.

Roman was a prince. Everyone loved him and everyone supported him. He showed up and they were happy. Safe for Virgil, that is. Or was, actually. They started to get along just fine as well now. But whatever. Remus was everything Roman could never be. He had no stupid rules to follow or lines he couldn’t cross. There was no limit to Remus’s ideas, no censor - and he liked that. But it also meant that no one really liked him. They would scream when he showed up, and especially Virgil and Patton disliked his presence. Dee had a habit of keeping him in the shadows because of that.

Remus was... What was the word? When you feel as though your insides got melted by phosphor acid and your nails got plucked out? Jealous. Remus was jealous of his brother. It just wasn’t fair!

One thing in particular bothered him. As much as he liked to tease the others and to do his own thing, he was lonely. Remus wasn’t necessarily jealous of his brother’s popularity, but of a side effect of this. He was jealous of the hugs. Because the only reason why anyone would touch him was to clean him - if only against his will - or to push him away. Of fight him off, depending on the situation. No pats on the back, no holding hands, no hugs, not even a hand offered to Remus.

Sometimes he wondered wether the last one was because of his hand collection. Apparently collecting separated hands was “creepy” and a reason to keep away.

With a sigh, Remus decided to take a walk. It was the forth of June today, so he didn’t really feel like staying in his room. It was located right next to the light side of Thomas’s mind, right next to Roman’s room. And opposite to Virgil’s, who wasn’t very happy about that.

He knew the other’s were in the kitchen. He could hear them talking and he could hear the platters. Probably eating cake, he thought. Without him, of cause. Should he... maybe just a peak. If no one noticed, no one would be bothered, right? Besides, showing up without invitation was always the most fun anyways. So he hoped into the fake air vents he’d installed for this specific purpose and crawled through until he reached the kitchen. And really: looking through the gatter he saw all of them gathered. They ate a cake with red frosting, just Patton had cookies instead. There was a bunch of presents in the corner, all nicely wrapped. Even Remy had shown up for this, though that may have been because of the new coffee machine Thomas had bought. And there was a banner hanging in the room: “Happy Birthday Roman”

That stung. Not even “creativity”, but just “Roman”? Ouch. Well, he was used to this by now. But he could feel the jealously resurfacing now. Jealousy and hate. Roman would look quite nice with a blue eye, he thought. Or maybe he could set his presents on fire later? It wasn’t as though he’d leave it that way, just... Just to rile him up, you know?

And then it happened. The thing he hated the most. Logan patted Roman’s shoulder awkwardly, Patton gave him a kiss on the cheek, Remy hugged him, as did Dee, and Virgil... Even Virgil who hated to be touched, put his arm around Roman affectionately. Right now, he loathed Roman. And the worst part was, that he still wanted to hug him too. Because Roman was still his brother.

Angry, hurt and lonely Remus decided to return to his room. He would find something to do. He didn’t need them, and he didn’t feel like pulling a stunt to get their attention right now either. Maybe later, though.

He didn’t find anything to do. He had petty of ideas, sure, but it wasn’t the same without anyone screaming, and he also couldn’t help thinking about the party downstairs. Had they even noticed that he was the only one missing? Did Roman like it? Did anyone feel the slightest bit sorry? Did anyone even consider coming here and hugging him? Eventually, Remus just cried.

And then there was a knock. “Remus?”, he could hear a voice ask softly through the black wood. That sounded like... “Roman?”, he asked surprised, getting up and opening the door. And really. There he was, in his usual attire, holding something in his hand. A plate? With cake? Remus looked up at Roman surprised.

“Uhm... Happy birthday to you, Re.”, Roman sheepishly said as he held it towards Remus. The darker twin took it, hesitantly taking a bite. It tasted like strawberries. Disgustingly sweet. “Huh. Could use a little more soap or ash...”, he mumbled to himself. Roman heard apparently, at least he let out something in between a huff and a laugh. “Of cause you’d say that.”

An awkward silence started forming between them. Remus enjoyed it. Awkward silence was comfy, though he liked some other things more. But Roman cleated his throat after a while. “I, uh, have a gift for you.” He said, setting package wrapped in shiny red paper next to the door. “And Logan asked me to give you this” Another package, this one in simple brown paper, was laid on top of it. “And this one is from Remy and Deciet. They got you one together.” A paper bag was placed on top of the pile. And the he...

Roman hugged Remus. The first hug in what seemed to be forever. And after a few seconds, he hugged back. Strong enough to hear Roman’s bones pop a bit, but neither one said anything about it. Too soon the hug ended again, sadly.

“Tank you. My present to you is that I will not attack you or destroy anything of your today. Have fun with it while it lasts~”, Remus mused with a grin. Roman scoffed at that. “Gee, thanks” But he also smiled, so it was alright. And then the popular twin went away again. Leaving Remus alone. But not as alone as before.

Once Roman was gone for good, he ripped open the first present. Logan has gotten him a children’s set of chemicals. Nothing dangerous, sadly, but enough for a little fun next time around. Dee and Remy has somehow gotten six bars of coffee scented soap. “Yum!”, Remus grinned. His second favorite snack. And Roman? Roman’s was self made, an illustrated book. But not just that, it was things that actually happened. Instances where Remus has helped the others, distracted them from problems or even protected them, all in his own way. “I... I didn’t think he noticed...”, he whispered, surprised.

So, yes. It wasn’t a secret that Remus sometimes hated his brother. But he also deeply loved him. They were brothers, after all. And wether people noticed or not, Remus was in fact his own version of loyal.

That’s it. I hope it wasn’t too bad. 😅 Have a nice day and appreciate our (havoc) reeking trash man. 🖤

#sanders sides #sanders side fic #fanfic #remus sanders #remus angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #roman sanders #creativity sanders #creativity twins #not remrom #no ship #short story

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 5 years ago

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Lame

Tony hurts his back in the lamest possible way. Tony is in denial, Peter is amused and Bruce just wants to do his job... oh and Rhodey? He thinks it's hilarious.

Tags: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Hurt Tony Stark, Worried Peter Parker, Humor, Medical Doctor Bruce Banner... ...

Warnings: None Rated: G

Word Count: 3441

Link to AO3 Lame-happyaspie

Peter had been in the lab for less than an hour when he hears a sneeze followed by a distinct 'Ow' coming from his mentor's mouth, across the room. "Are you okay, Mr. Stark?" he asked with concern. He couldn't remember ever hearing the man make any sort of noise of pain or discomfort before. Not around him anyway. It was worrisome at best.

Tony looked across the room at his mentee, rolled his eyes, and plastered a fake smile on his face. "Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I just sneezed. I'm fine." he rapidly defended as he tried to pull himself up a little taller in his chair.

Bringing his brows together in doubt, Peter stood up so that he could get a better look at his mentor. "You said 'ow', Mr. Stark" he pointed out before bringing his bottom lip between his teeth in a nervous manner.

"I'm fine, kid," Tony replied and that time it sounded almost believe able. The initial discomfort had faded and the last thing he wanted to do was to scare his favorite spider-child. He was fine. Just... tweaked his back a little. The kid didn't need to know that tough and he was glad to see that the boy was slowly sitting back down with his school books. That meant he had a moment to try to reach behind himself and rub out the lingering ache.

As Peter worked his way through his maths exercises and finished up the last of his American Civics essay he heard his mentor occasionally grunting or straining in obvious pain. He tried to let it go because it was obvious that his mentor was trying to be quiet about it. However, Peter had super-hearing and could hear every small noise that Tony made as he worked. He could no longer stay quiet when the man hissed as he leaned down to pick up a dropped tool and suddenly he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Are you sure your okay?" he pressed hoping that Tony just tell him what was wrong because he was starting to grow a little anxious about it.

"Don't you have some homework to do or something?" Tony mildly bit back with a groan. Not that he didn't appreciate the concern so much as he wanted to ignore the entire episode into nonexistence. As long as he pretended he was fine. He would be fine. He'd faked 'just peachy' under worst conditions.

Peter smiled, not taking even a little bit of offense from his mentor's clipped response. "Nope. I'm done," he said with a shrug of his shoulder while dramatically slamming his history book shut.

Sighing deeply, Tony waved a hand towards the holo-table that Peter often worked at when he came over and tried to smirk. "Well. Go do something else then," he said, making a point of staying as still as possible as he did so. He wasn't going to be able to keep a straight face otherwise. Every small movement caused a jolt of pain to radiate through his lower back and down into his left hip.

The concern didn't leave Peter as he acquiesced and sat down to work on an AI code he'd been messing with for a while. It wasn't much but every time he added some, Tony would go over it with him and help him add things here and there. It was mostly just an excuse to practice programming language syntax. Eventually, he grew tired of that task and moved on to another, then as the hour grew late his stomach started to growl and he sighed. "It's almost eight? Can we go upstairs and eat. I'm starving," he said as he saved his work and wandered over towards where Tony was still sitting in the same spot he'd been in all afternoon.

"Sure, kiddo," Tony said with a half-hearted smile. He was sort of dreading standing up. Especially with the kid standing right there but he didn't have much of a choice. "Ow, ow, ow... shoot. Ow." he spat out through gritted teeth as he slowly brought himself to his feet. The pain was so intense that he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut no matter how much he wished he could. He could practically taste the uneasiness radiating off of his kid and it was making him feel that much worse. Because of that, he tried to bite his lip in order to stop the painful rambling but that wasn't enough to prevent the one last hiss that came through his teeth as he finally straightened himself out.

Peter swallowed hard and shuffled his feet. "Mr. Stark?" he finally asked when the man didn't make any further movements or complaints.

"It's nothing!" Tony grunted before giving up and falling back into his chair. Walking seemed like a lot of effort at the moment. He'd have to take something and try again in a few minutes. No big deal. He's had worse. This too shall pass and all that jazz.

"It doesn't look like nothing. Maybe I should call Dr. Banner or something," Peter said with trepidation.

"No! Absolutely not," Tony firmly stated. There was no way he was going to the doctor for this. All he needed was some over the counter medication and a few minutes for it to kick it. Then he sighed. "Just... just get me some aspirin," he dejectedly added. Despite the fact that he didn't want the kid to see him as he was, he was actually thankful he was there to go get it for him. It was a small grace, really.

More than happy to hear that his mentor was willing to ask for a pain reliever, Peter let out a deep breath. "Ah. So you admit you're not fine then, huh Mr. Stark?" he teased with a relieved grin.

Tony tried to smile back but as he did so he shifted a little in his seat causing the smile to turn into a grimace. "Just go get the Aspirin, kid," he whined without censor but at that point, he was pretty sure he'd somehow managed to break his spine doing literally nothing. This was how Tony Stark died, slumped pathetically over his desk waiting for a fifteen-year-old to bring him pain medicine from the bathroom than was no more than ten steps from where he sat.

A few short minutes later, Peter obediently handed Tony the tablets along with a bottle of water and the two of them sat there for a while waiting for it to kick in. During that time, they ordered a large dinner and discussed what show they were going to binge while they ate. Then, after twenty minutes or so, the food was delivered to the penthouse and Tony sighed. "Okay. One more time," he grunted as he strained to get up and then grunted again as he sat back down on the penthouse couch.

Being the considerate person that he was, Peter happily fixed his mentor a plate and delivered to him where he sat in the living room. Tony grumbled his thanks and Peter turned on the newest episode of some sci-fi series they'd been watching together for the last few weeks.

After the second episode had ended and the food wrappers had been cleared, Tony suggested that they go back to the lab. However, as he moved to stand back up, it seemed that this stationary position had caused his spine to lock up and he ended up slowly lowering himself back down before he even made it halfway up. He growled a little in frustration as he did so.

Having watched his mentor all but collapse back onto the cushions, Peter frowned. "Can we please call Dr. Banner now?" he pleaded because clearly, the one dose of aspirin wasn't doing anything for whatever it was.

Tony nodded his head, closed his eyes, and forced himself to stand back up. It hurt but it wasn't nearly as painful once he was actually on his feet. He couldn't deny that the upward movement hadn't been nearly excruciating. Maybe he did need a little bit more than an aspirin. Not that he was going to say that though. "Fine but only because it'll make you feel better," he said with a sly smile because he knew it actually would make the kid feel better. That made for a good excuse should it end up being something really mundane like a muscle cramp or something.

Once in the med bay, Tony sat at the edge of the white paper-lined table while Peter took up a rolling swivel chair in the corner. Bruce was quick to enter and started to ask a few questions while taking some vitals and once that was done he cut right to the chase. "So, what happened Tony?" he asked without judgment. It was a miracle the man had called him at all. He'd been know to walk around with fractured bones for days without getting checked out.

"I hurt my back." Tony blandly replied as he pulled his t-shirt over his head to give the other man access to his injury.

Bruce rubbed his hands together to warm them up a little, asking for more details as he did so. "Did you fall? Crash? Something along those lines?" he asked. When Tony shrugged his shoulders he proceeded to probe and palpate gently down Tony's spine. As he made his way towards his lower back he stopped when Tony flinched violently at the touch. "Sorry," he said with sympathy and then sighed in contemplation. "No numbness, tingling, pain in your legs?" Tony shook his head in the negative. "...and you're sure nothing happened?"

"Nope. It just... hurts," Tony replied matter-of-factly but he meant it. Nothing that should have caused a back injury had happened. They hadn't been on a mission in a month, he'd been taking it easy in the gym in favor of lab time and he'd not slipped or fallen since, well, since he'd stopped drinking over a year ago.

Bruce shook his head and furrowed his brow. "Something had to have happened. You don't sprain your lumbar without some kind of trauma," he dubiously pointed out because all signs were pointing solidly towards a sprain.

When Tony shook his head again, Peter pipped up from across the room. "He sneezed," he helpfully suggested because the man had seemed perfectly fine up until that moment and he didn't want his mentor to leave out any important details. However, by the way, Tony was glaring at him he wondered if maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

"You sneezed?", Bruce asked with less amusement than he was feeling but he was glad to have been giving something to go on. It wasn't completely uncommon for a particularly jarring sneeze to put enough pressure on the back to cause muscle strain but it was humorous. Mostly because it was Tony that it had happened too. "Okay, well was it painful prior to that?" he asked in order to be thorough.

Resigning himself to his fate, Tony sighed. "Nothing happened but I suppose it's been bothering me for about two weeks. It was fine until today. Nothing a few aspirins and some topical analgesics couldn't manage," he admitted and watched as his friend glanced down at the tablet in his hands to make some notes. Probably trying to hide the smile that he was failing to conceal.

"...and then you sneezed..." Bruce managed to ask while still sounding somewhat professional.

"Yes," Tony replied without humor, and Bruce could no longer hold back his laughter. Peter was quick to join him, making Tony feel slightly more annoyed than he probably should have been. "Oh shut up and give me some medicine or something-" he said with an indignant roll of his eyes before pointing towards his giggling mentee, "-and you stop laughing. I'm injured."

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark-" Peter cried out, trying his hardest to pause the bubbling laughter, "-but that has to be the lamest injury ever. The great Tony Stark... Iron Man sprained his back... sneezing."

Choosing to ignore his overly amused kid, Tony turned his attention back to Bruce who was digging through a nearby cabinet. "So what's the plan?" he wearily inquired.

Bruce hummed in acknowledgment, not answering until he had two vials and two syringes in hand. "Two injections. A steroid and an anti-inflammatory then you'll continue on orals for a few days," he explained, pausing to calculate and draw up the doses. "You need to work some more stretching into your work out routine and make sure you're not sitting in a chair for longer than thirty to forty minutes without a break."

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" Tony incredulously asked. Not sit in a chair for longer than thirty minutes? What was he supposed to do? Stand up to work? Okay, that was fair, he probably could but come on! He was in that lab twenty out of twenty-four hours a day, he wasn't going to stand up every thirty minutes... that was ridiculous.

"I do. Your name is on the chart and everything," Bruce returned with a cocky smile and then look over to where the teenager in the room had finally managed to get himself together. "Peter, you and FRIDAY are in charge of making sure he's stretching, taking his meds, and getting off his butt while he's in the lab, okay?"

"Yes, sir" Peter replied with a genuine smile and a mock salute.

Tony once again rolled his eyes. He didn't need a baby-sitter. Even if he did, it wasn't like a teenaged boy or an AI could force him into doing anything. Though honestly, it hurt like hell and he was likely to comply without their insistence. Again he wasn't going to say that. Instead, he scoffed. "Like they-" he began, only to be ignored.

"-Alright. I have your injections. I need you to lower your pants and lean over the table so that I can get to your buttocks," Bruce said with factitious vigor.

"I'm sorry, you want me to what now?" Tony quipped, snapping his head towards Bruce with wide eyes while Peter cackled in the background.

"I need to inject these into your buttocks. This isn't a thrill for me either. Trust me," Bruce blandly replied. "Just pull your pants down a little so we can get this over with."

Tony looked over at Peter who left the room on his own accord, though he did snigger a little at the curses that were making their way through the solid wooden door. Then not even ten minutes later, his mentor was walking towards him, still rubbing his backside. By some miracle, he managed to not start laughing again before Bruce followed him out and started issuing some instructions.

"Alright, here are your prescriptions," Bruce said and then proceeded to read the labels. When Tony looked less than impressed he sighed and once again turned towards Peter. "I need you to please make sure he-" he started.

"-I can handle my own medication, thanks." Tony snipped, grabbing the bottle of tablets and pack of steroids from the other man's hands as he did so.

Not at all surprised by Tony's response, Bruce nodded his head and smiled. "Well, I hope you feel better. Remember no horsing around or sitting around for at least a week. If it gets worse call me."

"Yup. Got it," Tony returned and then wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder, that being a fairly common enough occurrence that no one was likely to figure out hat he was actually trying to get some of his own weight off of his back. The kid had super-strength, he probably didn't even notice. "Come on kiddo, let's get out of here," he said with only a slight pitch to his voice. Then he realized the boy was too busy with his phone to actually start walking. "Who are you texting?"

Peter looked up with a mildly sheepish look. "No one?" he questioned even though it was obvious enough to have been a statement.

"Right," Tony sighed before the reality of the situation set it. "Oh my God. Who did you tell!" he snapped with absolute horror. The last thing he needed was for anyone to find out he's hurt his back in such an utterly ridiculous manner.

"Um... just May," Peter replied and then swallowed as he prepared to extend his list. It wasn't like he was a good liar or anything. "... and Ned and MJ," he added before taking a deep breath and hurriedly tagging on his most recent message recipient. "... and, um. Mr. Rhodes."

"That's it. Get out of my house!" Tony said, feigning shock and annoyance. Though to be fair, he was annoyed. He just wasn't shocked. Actually he was relieved the list was as short as it was. It could have been far worse. The kid had Happy and Steve on speed dial as well.

"Mr. Stark! No..." Peter laughed while simultaneously whining for emphasis.

Tony was just about to banish the kid further when his pocket buzzed. He was nearly positive that it was going to be from Rhodey. A glance at his screen confirmed it. 'Hey old man, I heard you sneezed you back out of commission,' the message read, followed up by several laughing emojis. Tony was not impressed.

'I would like to take a moment to remind you that you're older than me,' he messaged back without hesitation. The man was nearly two and a half years older than him. He wasn't going to let that slide. He wasn't old.

It didn't take long for a second message to pop up. 'I'm still in my prime. You, on the other hand, threw your back out in the lamest way possible,' he read but rather than reply he glared at his mentee.

"You're the worst. You know that?" Tony said before playfully grabbing at the device that the teenager was still clutching. "In fact, I'm taking away your Rhodey privileges. Give me your phone."

"No!" Peter half-shouted as he slung Tony's arm off of his shoulders and took off down the hall.

Tony attempted to follow but was immediately halted in his actions when a sharp pain dug into his lower back. He had to grit his teeth as he waited for it to pass.

Feeling guilty for having prompted the man into trying to run, Peter sighed and returned to Tony's side, silently helping him towards the elevator. Then, the moment they were back in the penthouse, he left his mentor on the couch while he went to collect a few supportive pillows and a bottle of water. He also took a moment to helpfully dole out the first dose of anti-inflammatories and carefully read the instructions on the steroid packet before taking those out as well.

Feeling tired, sore, and decidedly defeated, Tony allowed the kid to continue to dote on him for a while. They watched his favorite movie for once and Peter was eager to jump up and get them snacks and drinks as they watched it. It also didn't go unnoticed that even as Peter leaned into his side, he made a point of being exceptionally careful not to jostle him too much. He wasn't sure how he ended up with such a thoughtful and caring kid but he certainly appreciated it. He smiled to himself and just as he was about to lean his own head onto Peter's when the boy looked up at him.

"Am I forgive yet, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked with a smile.

Tony gave the teenager a scrutinizing look before squinting his eyes. "That depends. Who else did you tell?" he questioned, wondering if the kid had since managed messaged anyone else without his knowledge. Though he assumed not seeing as he hadn't received any more fun messages.

"No one else, I swear!" Peter laughed, sitting up so he could hold his hands out in defense.

After taking a few seconds to pretend like he was mulling it over, Tony eventually nodded his head. "Fine. You're forgiven," he said and then pointed towards the hall closet. "Now, go get me another pillow."

As he watched Peter happily take off down the hall, he smiled. Then he remembered Pepper and seeing as she lived with him, he was going to have to tell her what happened. He groaned at the thought and begrudgingly pulled out his phone. Between, Bruce, Peter, Rhodey, and her... he was never going to live this down. Ever.

Notes:

Hey! Guess who sprained their back this week by sneezing!

Yeah. So the shots in the butt? The oral steroids and anti-inflammatories? You guessed it. I got those. Only my experience with the doctor was far less amusing.

... but let's face it... hurting your already slightly sore back while sneezing is lame

#marvel #mcu #peter parker #Tony Stark #tony stark & peter parker #peter parker & tony stark fanfic #cross-posted #also on ao3 #marvel fanfiction #mcu fic #hurt/comfort #The author may be projecting #happyaspie writing

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 15

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Approximately 6,667 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language and visual depiction of sexual acts, foul language. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: I finished this semester of schooling and will be starting my contracted work in July so chapters will continue to be pretty sporadic but they will keep coming until the final one. I struggled a bit with pushing along the story in this one because of the shift in locations but we have some good things coming, and we now have TOMMYS AGE! The censored images can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 15

The faint sound of dishes clinking and scraping wandered into your dream, the swirling visuals dissipated as the sounds became louder until all you saw was black. Your eyelids remained closed as you squeezed them together hoping the pressure would lift the wight of sleep. As your consciousness lazily took hold, the sounds began to make sense, someone was cooking up a storm in the kitchen and the sweet smell of cinnamon was now registering in your nose.

You rubbed your eyes to help moisten them so they didn’t hurt when you opened your lids, you saw the morning light softly reflecting onto your bed from the window. You get up and breathe out deeply as the memories of the night before flood back to you -was that even real?- you still had a dull pain in your soft bits from being stretched so far -I guess it was-

You head to the bathroom to wash up, the house was like an oven already which worried you for how hot the peak of the day would be. You entered back in the room to look for your phone which seems like it hadn’t been used in ages; You pulled up a search engine and perused the local listings for any companies that would be able to irrigate farmland and install underground automatic sprinklers for the fruit trees. While you scrolled the various companies capable of the work, you hear a knock on the bedroom patio door,

“You awake hun?” It was Luda Mae, “I got some fresh cinnamon buns here for you dear.”

You put your phone down to get to the door, you move the curtains aside to reveal Luda Mae holding a large plate of fresh cinnamon buns heavily glazed with icing. You slide open the door for her,

“You weren’t gettin’ shut eye just now I hope?” You smile and shake your head, she continues, “Thought you might like some fresh rolls on this sunny mornin’”

You take the plate with a huge smile on your face, you hadn’t had cinnamon buns in years,

“Thank you so much! Did you make these yourself?” your voice was bubbling with excitement.

Luda Mae laughs, “Lord no, I got that lil’ dough man’s tube of ‘em from the store. Felt like givin’ them a try.” Luda Mae’s smile faded a little, she had clasped her hands together in front of her nervously, “Mind if I talk to you hun?” she asks.

You move aside and guide her in with an outstretched hand, “Not at all” you reply.

She turns to face you as she entered in, her glasses resting on her hair, “I know you’re gonna be headin’ back up to the house real soon, them trees need carin’ for after such a long time.” She pauses and stares at your unmade bed, she was clearly uncomfortable so she began to busy herself.

She looks up and notices you watching her, you must have looked a bit perplexed because she felt the need to explain her actions, “Sorry hun, I just need to have my hands busy right now.”

“That’s ok, it’s your house” you immediately felt your words may have come off as standoffish and you regretted saying them.

She thinned her lips and tilted her head when she heard that, as if it was an insult, “Well, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about” she continued to fuss with the bed, “Go ‘head and eat those rolls while they’re still warm dear. Go on now”

You take a seat at the writing desk where you placed the plate of goodies and turn your chair to face her; You take a small bite of the cinnamon bun and a burst of sweet warm dough wakes you up, the icing clung to your upper lip which you hastily licked away.

“Thank you for the Cinnamon buns, they are exceptionally good.” You swallow the bready sweet and continue, “What about this house did you want to talk to me about?” you were beyond curious.

She sighs as she runs her hands over the sheets to flatten them and remove wrinkles,

“I know you felt like you were puttin’ us out while you been stayin’ here, and I know you got your own home and responsibilities...” you could feel a hovering air of anxiety in the awkward pause, you smile and reassure her,

“Hey, you can tell me anything. I’m family remember?”

She gave a relieved smile after you said that and lowered her shoulders down from their hunched up position.

“’Course I remember hun. Ok, well here goes then… Now, me n’ Charlie been discussin’ you a lot the past few days, we don’t have a lot of time left on this earth and Loretta and Monty will be gone sooner than us, so really there won’t be anyone left.” She folded the ends of the sheets perfectly as she tucked them under the pillows, “What I’m trying to say is, we wanna ask you to watch over Tommy when god calls us home. I know you n’ him been getting’ along real well and I guess I was hopin’ you two might get married someday, then this house and the land will be left for the both of you.”

You were taken aback by the overtly honest summary of her plea, you didn’t know what to say so you just sat there stunned and silent. Luda Mae saw you looking like a deer caught in headlights, she walks over to you cautiously, hoping you weren’t about to freak out,

“Now, I know this is a big ask, and a lot to take in all at once what with how you ain’t even been here a year yet but, we been through so much and Thomas loves you and he ain’t never loved no one like that before and we wanted to repay Tilly for all her generosity but she passed away ‘fore we could so we figured you were deserving of the gift and-”

You shook your head and she paused; Luda Mae was word vomiting all her anxiety out on you and you weren’t able to listen properly because of the big news you just received, you scratch your head and collect some thoughts to respond,

“I’m truly flattered and surprised at this offer, no one has ever considered me in this way, other than Tilly I guess but, I barely even knew her.” You stood up from the chair, “I love Tommy, and I intend to be there for him until I die, so I don’t need incentive to stick around. I really want you to know that I am not going anywhere. I’ll be visiting here as often as I can, it’s not like I’m far away.” You get up and take her hand in yours, “I’d love to marry your son, not so I can get this house or the land, but for us to both have the legal paper that makes us family. I deserve to experience having a husband who loves me and I think he deserves a wife who loves him.”

Luda Mae pulls you in for a hug, she has excellent hugs that feel like the warmth and love of a million mothers. You hug her back and rest your head on her shoulder, she gives you a kiss on the back of your head,

“Hun you must be an angel sent from Tilly herself, I swear it.”

These people would be seen as evil monsters by any normal objective person, you knew that Luda Mae carried large amounts of guilt on her shoulders from participating in the horrors this family created, which made her feel like she had to do extra good to make amends with her god before she reaches the end of her life. You felt a weight of sorrow knowing they had to resort to cannibalism in order to survive famine and governmental abandonment, it must have been a difficult decision to make, but Tilly saved them from that hell, and you were there to continue her work.

Luda Mae released you from the hug and held your shoulders so she could look at you,

“I know you’re humble about getting things and feelin’ appreciated, but you’re special to us. You’re in the will whether you want it or not.”

She rubbed the sides of your arms and whisked out the sliding door back to the kitchen, you sat back down at the desk and mulled over what she said while taking another cinnamon bun to eat. -I never thought I would get found family when I came here, this is such a gift-

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The noon sun was now blazing in the sky, you finally found a company that would be able to help you with your orchard and set up a meeting with them in the upcoming weeks. You had a few bags full of your belongings that you had packed up to move back to your house, you grab two and put on a sun hat to make your way home.

The walk was sweltering, you could see the air swirling with heat creating a mirror effect on the ground in the distance, your skin was shimmering with a layer of sweat in an attempt to cool you down. The dry grass was humming with the chirps of crickets and birds, you see the entrance to the driveway of your home and hurry yourself to get out of the heat.

As soon as you get in the door you let out a long sigh and drop the bags on the living room couch, the house was warm from having all the windows and doors shut, you needed to get the air circulating. You walk into the kitchen and fill a cup with cold water at the sink, you gulp it down hastily, feeling like you never had a thirst so extreme in your life. -I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this heat-

As you begin to drink a second glass you stare out the window of the living room and see that moving crate still sitting there, you get your phone out of your pocket and call the number for the company. Someone picks up after a minute of ringing and you promptly get a pick-up time arranged to get it removed. -I’m so productive today, I finally feel like my life is moving at a normal speed again- Having that crate gone will really solidify the permanence of your residency.

You make your way to the backyard and see someone coming up the road in the distance, you grab the pair of binoculars you used when you arrived and see that its Tommy -Oh man, I’m going to tease the shit out of him and get him to break his game- When he left you all hot and bothered last night you didn’t want to wait and mess around anymore, you felt compelled to get him inside you after months of dreaming of it and being so close.

You get yourself changed into a skimpy outfit, a very low cut, white, tank top with no bra and a pair of lavender booty shorts. You put your hair into a high pony tail and get your face touched up with some minimal makeup since the heat would melt any heavy glam looks right off your face. You give yourself one last look in the mirror and spritz a pump of perfume on -If he can resist this then there’s no hope for me-

You pop on a large pair of shades and go back out to the yard and wait patiently on the swing bench, you giggle to yourself unable to keep your composure from the butterflies you were experiencing. Tommy rounded the corner and stopped when he saw you, his eyes widen as he stared but then he realizes what you’re doing and shakes his head as he continued to walk closer. You look up from your shades and get up from where you sat.

You speak in your most aloof and sultry voice “Hey Tommy, want some water? You look so thirsty” you flash him a cocky smile, he probably didn’t know the subtext of your words but your tone likely gave him a hint.

“I ain’t gon’ slip up ‘round you.” He said in a haughty tone.

He crossed his arms, his pecs puffed out as they squished together. He was dressed similar to a 50s greaser you would see in a cheesy movie, his white t-shirt was working hard clinging to his oversized muscles and his light denim jeans didn’t have much room where it counted. He was wearing some nice black biker boots underneath too; It seems he came prepared to fight back against your deadly tactics.

You stood there with a devilish grin on your face,

“Uh-huh, we’ll see. Now did you want that water?”

He nodded and you turned around slowly to get in the door to the kitchen, making sure he saw your ass in those tiny little shorts that barely hid cheek. You knew you were successful when you saw his reflection in a framed picture on the wall that faced him from the inside, he had both his hands raised to his head in disbelief at the sight before him. You blushed as you let the water fill the glass in the sink -I have this in the bag-

When you came back out you saw Tommy overlooking the orchard, you walked up beside him and handed him the cup. He took the glass from your hands and thanked you, he guzzled the water so quick it was like it was a shot of liquor at a bar to him. He handed the glass back to you, as you grabbed it he grazed your hand purposefully with his fingers, you went and set it down on the table next to the swing bench -God he’s smooth-.

“I know what mama went and asked to ya” he didn’t look at you when he spoke,

“Hm” was all you could find to reply with

He continued, “Ya ain’t got to do nothin’ you ain’t wantin’ to do, y’know?”

You touch his forearm, he turned his head to look at you slowly, you weren’t sure if he was talking about the marriage or the commitment to his care, so you vaguely asked,

“Do you want me to?”

“I wanna know what you want” he was not exactly making things clear, so you decided to ask directly,

“You mean about taking care of you when they are gone?”

He looks away and lowers his head and nods,

You squint your eyes, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life” you hope your words were reassuring to him.

He whipped his head to look at you, “Y’sure? ‘cus if that’s true then…”

You nod and follow up, “Now the question is, do you want me there for the rest of your life?”

He turns his whole body to you creating a large shadow, he took your hand in his and said “I wanna be your husband real bad, more’n’ anything I could ever think of”

You smile, “Good, because I want to be your wife real bad, more than anything I could ever think of.”

Tommy let out a relieved chuckle, he kissed your hand and picked you up. You laugh and remove his mask, pressing your lips onto his, the prickling of his stubble tickled your skin, he slowly twirled around with you in his arms letting out muffled laughs behind his kiss. You had never seen him so happy before, his gnarled smile melted your heart into a puddle and you never wanted to see it fade. He released his lips from yours and put you down on the ground, you gave him his mask and he placed it back on his face.

“You can keep the mask off, no one is around but me.” You didn’t understand his long-held habit of hiding his face even when it wouldn’t matter.

He fitted the mask back on and nodded saying, “I wanna keep it off, but, my skin ain’t seen much sun and burns real easy.”

You felt a bit embarrassed from not realizing, but Tommy didn’t let you dwell on it,

“C’mon, let’s go look at them trees n’ I’ll let y’know what I can do for this here orchard.”

He takes your hand and leads you down to the rows of trees.

The shade under the foliage was a nice break from the blistering sun, Tommy immediately began inspecting the branches and checking the buds where new fruit would bloom. You watched as he gently moved around the dirt near the roots, he turned to you and said,

“I’ll be comin’ ‘round often to get things right for ya, but, so far so good.”

You felt less anxious about the daunting task ahead of you, the trees seemed to hold up really well without a caretaker and now that you had Tommy helping you, it felt like smooth sailing. He wasn’t even your husband yet and he was already taking responsibility to care for you. It made you feel so peaceful to know such a powerful man wanted to participate in your life and happiness.

You both wandered around the trees for a bit until you reached the shack where Dover lived, Tommy saw you tense up,

“Want me t’get rid of it?”

You shook your head, “No, no, or… at least, not yet. I might as well look inside and clear it out before we get rid of it. I want to make sure there isn’t much uhm…evidence of him.”

Tommy tilted his head, he knew you were right but he was concerned about the bad memories stressing you out. You walked up to the door and tried to open it but it was locked, you shake your head and huff,

“Guess I’ll need to look for a spare key somewh-“

Tommy moved you aside and promptly kicked the door in, it flung back to the wall behind it cracking in multiple areas,

“I… well ok then, guess I don’t need to find a key after all! You know, maybe I could have been able to refurbish it into a new home for a replacement caretaker.” You smile at him, he laughs,

“Y’weren’t gon’ make no one live in this.” He knew you well already.

When you stepped inside, you were hit with the disgusting stench of lingering body odor. You immediately covered your nose with your hand and wretched, Tommy took an orange handkerchief out of his back pocket and handed it to you. With the handkerchief on your nose, the stench was a bit more bearable, you thank him and continue to look around. The place was so tiny, it was barely the size of a bedroom in a single apartment. The walls were a dirty brown color and there were no ceiling lights just old lamps.

You saw Dover’s bed in the far end, an old tube T.V. was sitting on a tiny little side-table next to it. At the entrance you saw a small sink with no undercabinet; A toilet and shower area were tucked in a small room next to the fridge. He had a table pushed against a free wall with a dingey cabinet beside it next to the bed, you walked over to the table and saw the wall the table was pushed up against, it had a bunch of pictures stuck to it.

You looked back and saw Tommy peering in from the entrance, his arms resting on the top of the doorframe, he saw you look at the wall and asked,

“What y’seein’?”

You shrug and move in closer and see its all pictures of naked women from dirty magazines, all of their eyes were scratched out with pen.

You gasp, “Ew! It’s a porn wall Ugh!”

Tommy laughs at your reaction and calls out to you,

“Get outta there, nothin’ good fer ladies t’look at”

You hurry out of the shack and take in the fresh air,

“Ok this thing need to get demolished or burned or blown up I don’t know it just needs to be erased… the smell alone is a threat to the environment.”

Tommy props up the broken door to cover the entrance and follows behind you,

“I wanna show ya somethin’”

“Where?” you ask

“Somethin’ you’d find interestin’ s’long as it’s still there”

You follow Tommy out to the far end of the orchard, there’s a bunch of thick bushes that look like they were overgrown and began to encroach on the fruit trees. He walks up to the bushes and starts ripping up the branches with ease, he didn’t seem to care about possible spiders or other creepy crawlies that might get on him. You wait under the shade as he went further into the bushes, clearing a path of broken branches and flattened earth behind him.

“AHA HERE IT IS!” he yells

He turns to wave you over, you walk up to where he was crouched and carefully step into the bush. The soft leaves brushed your arms as you went through the newly formed path, Tommy takes your hand and pulls you over to an indent in the growth, it reveals an old stone that’s been overgrown with moss, weeds, and grass.

“What is this?” you ask

Tommy knelt down and pointed to some words etched into the stone and what looks like an imprint under the words, you move away some grass and weeds and see that it’s a handprint. You read the writing and it says ‘Tommy 1979’.

“Is that your hand print? What is this stone?”

Tommy smiles and touches it, his finger is longer than the entire handprint in the stone,

“Mama said she’d take me here as a baby ‘cus it was the only place I’d stop m’cryin’. Uncle Charlie made a concrete stone with my handprint n’ put it here.” He looked over at you and continued, “Tilly put down chairs n’ flowers when she moved out here, she kept it nice until she died.”

You rub his arm, “This is a cool spot, we should clear all these bushes out and make it nice again.”

Tommy stood up with you as you looked around to see if you could make out any formations under the bush.

“What y’lookin’ for?” Tommy asked

“I’m trying to see if these bushes are grown over chairs, why did this area get left unattended?”

Tommy pointed at the direction of the shack.

You nod, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

The sun was starting to really heat up the air, you could feel the rays begin to sizzle your skin,

“Let’s head back to my house, its too hot out here.” You say.

While walking back up the hill to your house, you made sure to walk ahead of Tommy, you emphasized the sway of your hips as you walked, just to push his buttons. Tommy watched as you teased him, he was white knuckling restraint to just grab you and open you up, you were good at making him weak.

You both arrived at the house and entered the kitchen to get more water, you gave Tommy a much larger glass this time and he definitely needed it. You watched as this large beast of a man removed his mask and proceed to guzzle down gallons of water, small droplets rolled down his neck and twisted a knot of desired in your core. -He drinks as much as a bull-

He downed the last drink and let out a pleased gasp of refreshment, he lifted his shirt up to dry his face from sweat and escaped water from the glass and your eyes travelled down to his soft, hairy stomach which puffed out from years of eating well. This man was massive and when you allowed yourself to gawk at him, it seemed to dawn on you just how unbelievably solid he was. You looked away and clenched the fabric of your shorts tightly, hoping you could release some of your attraction into the material.

Tommy noticed you looking tense and walked over to find out what was causing you to shrink your stature,

“Y’ok?” he asked.

His deep voice was like silk in the wind, smooth and entrancing,

“I uh, yeah I’m fine sorry.” You attempted to correct your cracking voice, unsuccessfully.

The house was quiet and cool inside, you wanted to get your mind right so you wouldn’t fail your salacious objective,

“Come check out the finished work in the bedroom, it looks brand new.” You wave for him to follow you.

Tommy followed closely behind you, having to duck down through the doorway just to get in the room. You began pointing at varied areas that were recently fixed saying how nice everything looked, Tommy walked over to the bed and inspected where the window was,

“This where that fire started?” he asked

You went over to where he stood and looked, it seemed there was a spot on the wall where the paint didn’t quite dry right, the color was a bit darker than the rest of the wall.

“What the hell? I never noticed this, how far does it go down?” you hopped on your bed and leaned over to inspect the wall behind the mattress.

Tommys eyes grew wide as he watched you bend on your knees, your ass was high in the air and your legs spread. He immediately felt his jeans tighten and his head began to swirl with lust. You were too busy inspecting the wall to realize what you were doing to him, you call out to him,

“Tommy, can you come check the wall here, I want to be sure its not just me seeing the paint looking off.”

Tommy let out a deep breath and slowly kneeled onto the bed next to you, but there wasn’t much room for him to look. He was trying to avoid pushing you with his body but he wasn’t able to see much with you in the way, he was making a mental effort to calm down the raging erection that now pained him. You noticed he was struggling so you pointed to where he needed to look and you positioned your body under his so he could look over you instead of past you.

He touched where the paint was dark,

“Yep, it’s different here. Nothing t’worry ‘bout though.”

You sighed “Well ok, that makes me feel better.” You removed yourself from under his chest and lay on the bed, your head to the pillow,

“Here, lay down, I’ll make some room for you.” You pat your hand on the area next to you

Tommy looked over your body, he focused in on your hardened nipples poking through your shirt, tantalizing him further. He didn’t want to reveal his stiffened groin to you, he knew you would work him up and he wanted to win, at least, he thought he wanted to win.

You watched as Tommy remained frozen looking at you, this made you curious until you saw where his dick was and a blatant hard on was pointedly visible in his pants. The arousal you had been feeling this whole time got dialed to a hundred, and you took no time to wreck this man’s self-restraint.

“Tommy, did I get you all hot and bothered?” your voice had a playful mocking tone to it.

Tommy sat on the bed covering his shame and blushing hard,

“No!” he proclaimed.

You giggle, “Why don’t you let me help you out with that.”

Tommy wanted you so badly but he also wanted to resist, he didn’t feel ready to release himself, he was scared he would unknowingly hurt you. He looked away, his cheeks were a bright pink from being flustered. You crawl towards him and put your hands on his thighs,

“Come on, after you were so cruel to leave me a wet mess last night…”

Your hands moved up his thigh and towards his penis, you rubbed the thick pipe-like mound that pressed against his jeans and you heard him whimper, this made you grin wildly,

“Look how trapped you are, at least let it out so you aren’t in pain.”

Tommy didn’t move, he just watched as you unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The lessened pressure felt good but it allowed for more blood to fill his shaft and harden an already firm erection, which made the sense of relief fleeting.

You felt a ball of heat form in your vaginal walls, slick wetness was now moistening your shorts and you were being driven into a craze,

“You wouldn’t leave me like that again, would you? I don’t know if I could forgive you if you did.” Your words rang in his ears. “Touch me Tommy, I need to feel you.”

He was awestruck by the sight before him, a gorgeous woman with barely any clothes on was basically begging to be with him. He wanted to do terrible things to you but the fear of causing harm overpowered his desires, you were so small compared to him,

“I-I don’ wanna hurt ya” he said in a whispered tone.

You stopped touching him and look up, “What do you mean?”

He sighs, “I ain’t able to… control myself when I get goin’ n’ well, I’m bigger than ya”

You couldn’t suppress your smirk, just the thought of him getting rough and wild was unbearably electrifying. You crawl closer to his chest and sit between his legs, you raise your hips and press your body on his causing his cock to be squeezed by your pelvis. Tommy inhaled sharply and restrained a moan, your hips lined up to reveal exactly how deep his dick would go if he were to bottom you out, this visual was driving him over the edge.

You could feel him twitching on your abdomen, and you knew you could get him to relinquish his control, you took a chance and lifted your shirt up off your body and tossed it to the side. You took his hand in yours and placed it on your breast, letting out a hushed gasp as his hand cupped your bosom. Tommy was losing his state of mind, he felt like he was in a dream and all he could focus on was you, he was straddling your bed with each leg dangling over either side of the small mattress.

Tommy massaged the skin around your breast, his fingers finding their way to your nipple where he softly pinched and pulled outward sending a tingling feeling up your spine. He placed his free hand on your other breast and squeezed with the perfect amount of pressure, he was mesmerized by the plush feeling in his hands. You bit your lip as he played with your perked nipples, he lowered you down to lay you flat on the bed. You raised your arms above your head giving him free access to the entirety of your torso, Tommy leaned over top of you trailing his hands over your skin which tickled your nerves.

His hands found their way to your shorts, he slowly pulled them off your body and growled when he saw you lay there before him unhidden by fabric. Tommy lay next to you on the bed he continued to touch your body as he put his arm under your head and wrapped his forearm around your shoulders so he could touch the breast closest to that hand. His touch was so soft it was like a whisper of movement that barely brushed your skin and it made your eyes roll back.

He nuzzled into your neck and placed kisses up from your collarbone until he reached your lips where he paused and hazily looked into your eyes,

“Think y’can handle what’s comin’?” he said in a breathy barotone.

You lean your lips close to his, stopping a hairs breadth away,

“I want to touch the fire. Show me the flame”

He lowers his hand to your clit and massages the tip of the hood, you gasp while looking into his eyes, he grins and says,

“Y’ain’t scared of gettin’ burned huh”

You shake your head and squeal as he presses down with more pressure sending your nerves into a crackling fracture. He lets out a guttural laugh at your confidence, he quiets your moans by pressing his lips on yours, his tongue dancing into your mouth so it can find its partner. You reciprocate his movements and mingle your passion between each other. His finger slips between your parting and enters into you, it was intense and drove heat up into your medial region and made you cry out with bliss.

You broke the kiss so you could breathe in deeply, his finger movements were tactical and precise as if he knew exactly where each pleasure spot inside you was hiding. You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed onto his neck and moved your body to face his while hooking your leg around his thigh. Your slit was right up against the length of his pulsating member, you rubbed up and down the extent of it to get it soaked and ready.

Tommy whined as you moved, he remained patient as he waited for you to decide when you wanted penetration. You watched as his face contorted into a delirious expression, then when his eyes began to roll back you pressed his head into your welcoming warmth. Tommys eyes jolted open, he was breathing heavily, you slid down on him and let more in, this time it felt effortless. You moaned loudly as you began to slowly traverse the exorbitant distance of his cock, you felt your insides stretch with each new inch achieved.

Tommy officially lost himself, with his brain leading into a more primitive state he quickly grabbed onto your hips and rolled himself on top of you. He pressed his body down on yours pinning your movements, leaving just enough room to allow you to breathe. His head was faced deep into the mattress above your shoulder, his mouth sucking in air and growling into your neck. Tommy moved your forward and back with no restraint, his tip was being thrust so deep it kissed your cervix and jolts of painful pleasure shot up into your chest.

You tried to push his torso back to allow you some room to move, he grunted as he moved himself up and off your body while removing his shirt, you used your legs to push off of him so you could change your position, his dick slipped out of you with a lewd sound. You could barely see his eyes through his now tousled hair, he looked untamed, his pupils were dilated and his chest heaved with each pant.

You turned to face the bed, you could feel your legs tremble under you from the sudden change in Tommys demeanor. Just as you tried to reach for the pillow you felt a large hand grab your ankle and pull you away from it, you fell onto your stomach and had your legs pulled open just before he squeezed himself inside again. You let out a nervous giggle and loudly groaned as he pumped erratically, your body was screaming with joy as each thrust felt like a touch of delicious sin.

Just when you thought he had enough, he lifted you off the bed, cock still sheathed in your body, he raised your legs up with one arm and constricted his other arm around your ribs like a snake. You were suspended up on his chest, he bucked his hips and made your body rise and fall methodically. He was piercing into you, the lip of his glans bumped into your G-spot forcefully, you couldn’t help but scream out,

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!”

Your words were like an activation, Tommy began to press you deeper onto his cock and pull you farther up to maximize the sensation, he loudly huffed with grunts and deep breaths, you could tell he was ready to explode,

“Cum inside me Tommy, fill me up!” you plead.

He began to moan with each push, you couldn’t stop the feeling from washing over you with rippling static, your voice sang out with raucous harmony as an orgasm broke your sense of reality and made you see stars. Tommy reacted to your verbalization by painting your insides with his semen, as soon as you felt the first release he aggressively lowered you down and bent over you, with each procession of cum he pressed himself further in and husked a rumbling moan. You could feel your insides swell with his fluids, it felt like a void was overtaken and removed, you felt strangely complete.

Tommy flopped over to his side, dragging you with him, he kept his still erect manhood resting in your trembling canal. He seemed to be coming back to his senses as his breathing levelled out,

“How y’feelin’?” he murmurs

You let out a long breath and smile “I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

He slowly slides out of your hole, a sputtering flow of cum followed. You clench your abdominal muscles and squeeze to release more of his semen out onto the bed, you turn over to face him and he lifts his head with his arm as he gazed into your eyes, you laugh and say,

“So, was that you losing control?”

He closes his eyes and sighs, “Yeah, I mean, I know what all happened but, it was like m’dang body was doin’ its own thing.”

You nod, -That must be as rough as it gets-

“How come you get like that?” you ask

He shrugged, “I do somethin’ like that when I’ve taken a life too. That’s why I worried. Not sure why I do it.”

You place your hand on his cheek and brush away his hair,

“Did you at least feel everything?” you were curious

He blushed, “I felt it all, like I was in a wakin’ dream or somethin’”

He kissed your forehead, “Did I do alright?”

You laugh, “Oh yes, I’d like to do it again please”

He chuckles at your words, but then sits up suddenly, “Shoot, what’s the time?”

You sit up with him and look at the wall clock near the door, “It’s 4:30, why?”

Tommy gets off the bed and shoves his dick in his pants, he searches for his shirt and mask then puts them both on. He turns to you and says,

“I told mama I’d be back t’help with supper! I gotta skitter on outta here ‘fore she gives me heck”

He sped out of the room but then ran back in, knelt down, removed his mask and kissed your lips followed by,

“I love ya baby, come on back home tomorrow ‘round evenin’ time. I’m fixin’ to show y’somethin’ that’ll make y’smile”

And with those words, he sprinted out of your house like a bat out of hell. You snicker to yourself -he calls his place home for me? How cute, he must consider it ours already-

You got off the bed and removed the sheets to wash, you got into the bathroom and started the shower to get cleaned up. You were surprised at the amount of cum Tommy had, it seemed like he had endless loads ready to go -He’d be a baby making machine if he wasn’t sterile… thank god for that-

You let the warm water blanket your skin as you loaded up the soap in a net sponge, you smiled to yourself thinking about his little kiss that he almost forgot to give you, -I wonder what he has to show me?

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galos-writing · 5 years ago

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Quills- Abbé de Coulmier x Reader // Childhood friends HCs

Summary: Madeleine doesn't appreciate it, but you've been known the Abbé for a very long time.

Warnings: Heavy anxious reader, hate from a canon character, a bit of jealousy, a lot of potato english.

Word Count: 6.607

The Abbé's life is Charenton. He's an adult man, and a Man of God. Everyone knows him for his kindness and his generosity; women know him especially for his handsomeness. He's a damn perfect man, indeed, and Madeleine knows it too well.

Not everyone knows his childhood, though. Actually, nobody does. Nobody, except you. You've been known him forever, and you keep knowing him like a book.

You two are members of two noble French families; when you were kids, you used to play together almost every day. Your parents were very close to his ones: this made you two have the same nanny.

François had the “good kid” reputation: he was always behaved, polite and sweet with others, even if he was a little naive. You were his opposite: you used to be spoiled, skittish, mischievous and incredibly astute.

You knew that he was keeping a façade up: he was, yes, a good boy, but when he was with you, his pureness was corrupted by his enjoyment of organizing mean pranks to other courtiers with you. Your parent’s friends called you “Les Petits Diablotins” (Little Devils); he was “Le Frère Diablotin” (The Brother Devil), and you were, of course, “Le Chef Diablotin” (The Boss Devil). Madeleine just couldn’t believe it.

Your routine with him was destroyed by François’s sudden sickness, that made your parents argue with his ones. That poor child had very few possibilities to survive, you found yourself far from him overnight.

After ten years, a lot of things have changed: the Abbé’s illness was cured and he decided to dedicate his life to God thanks to his miraculous recovery, then he decided to completely dedicate himself to Charenton. Meanwhile, you have studied to become a nurse.

Your personality changed, too: you became kind, sweet and loving after having spent a period among a large group of leprouses. That period made yo stronger, but gave you a severe problem of anxiety, too.

Your arrival in Charenton has been quite ironic: as the goofy fellow that you were, you entered the asylum, but instead of asking someone for the director, you began to wander through the building, wanting to find them by yourself.

You found yourself into a huge room, full of wooden tables and people having a meal. Maybe the canteen? Your eye caught an old, tall man (with a teenage girl matching him) talking with a brown-hair priest. Wait a minute...you already knew him, that priest reminded you of someone. You didn’t care about him in that moment, and decided to approach the old man. Maybe he was the director, since he looked so professional.

Anxiety began to build a knot in your stomach, and your hands began to sweat as more as you approached the two men (and the girl). “Not now...please calm down (Y/N...)” you thought.

But your body didn’t want to calm down at all. And if the old man had found you ridiculous? And if they didn’t need a nurse? Your body temperature began to increase, and your legs began to shiver. You hardly tried to swallow all of your anxiety, but it was useless, you were too nervous to talk with them. You decided to quickly go back and hide as fast as possible.

Once you’ve managed to hide behind a wall, you began to take deep breaths to calm yourself. The worst was over, you thought, you were safe. Now you just wanted to go home, and maybe try again another day. Until you heard someone coughing on your left, to catch your attention.

The priest’s body looked ten times taller next to you, as you were sitting on the floor, and his puzzled gaze peering you was quite heavy to hold. His coughs had scared you, but you didn’t want to catch everybody’s attention, so you just jolted, as your heart was heavily hammering against your chest and your natural skin color was leaving your face.

«Y-Yes?» you tried to ask, shaking, as his green-blue eyes were deeply penetrating your soul.

«Oh, excuse me, mademoiselle, have I scared you?» he suddenly asked, looking sorry, as he helped you to get up from that filthy floor. In that moment, you suppressed the urge to kill him: what the fuck of question was that?! Youwere obviously terrified due to him.

«A-A little bit...» you coldly replied, removing some dust from your apron. He sweetly smiled at you, and made your skin color come back and visibly increase. Your face was literally burning right now.

«I apologize for my rudeness, I-I just wanted to-I-I’m (Y/N), anyway, nice to meet you!» you exclaimed, way too excited to keep calm, as you suddenly grabbed his hand and shook it with no clue of grace. Your hands tingled and sweated more, and your lungs decided to stop working properly, making you hyperventilate. You left his hand, embarassed. «I was looking for the director of Charenton. Do you know him?». His smile faded away in the moment when he heard your name.

«I AM the director.» he blurted out, looing peeved. This didn’t help your anxiety to finish, but you decided to act calm as the professional nurse that you were.

«H-Have I said something wrong?» you attempted to ask. He shook his head as to wake up from a coma,a nd awkwardly smiled.

«Oh, no, at all! Your name just reminded me of someone...» he explained, wistfully smiling. That sentence made you more confused that you already were.

«It’s okay, Monsieur...?» you just asked, without a particular voice tone.

«François Simonet de Coulmier, but everyone just call me Abbé. Nobody calls me with my name, just my parents and-»

You suddenly hugged him tightly as your eyes were filled in tears, increasing his confusion. After that day, you began to work as a nurse into the asylum of Charenton. The Abbé was so happy to be again with you, but he couldn’t imagine that explaining the others who you were and what were you doing there could be so hard.

Adapting the asylum routine to your arrival had been difficult, too. During your first night there, you were forced to sleep in Pitou’s room.

Madeleine hated you, but you couldn’t understand the reason why...

The Abbé’s reputation prevented you to remind him some childhood memories. Or, at least, in front of other people. But you giggled when you noticed his pillowcase with a stain on it, among Madeleine’s dirty laundry. «Oh, does he still drools in his sleep?». Madeleine looked at you, she couldn’t believe in her ears.

Things were pretty quiet, but you couldn’t understand François’s jealousy for you. Not that he was showing interest in you, but he mistreated whoever wooed you. «What’s wrong? I just want to make sure that no moron- I mean, no ill-intentioned men will approach you!» he censored himself to keep his language clean. You thought that he cared about it because you two had been betrothed when you two were children.

The Marquis didn’t lose the chance to approach you, even if he was clearly in love with Madeleine. You didn’t appreciate his novels, and the Abbé was glad that you were rational. Your refusals gave the Marquis the inspiration to write, obviously, about you. He noticed your kinship with François, and wrote a very lewd novel about you two having an extreme sexual intercourse. You couldn’t deny that it kinda aroused you, but the fact that the man character was you having sex with someone you considered a brother, it disgusted you. Anyway, you kept the secret: if François had found that novel, he would have been furious. So you gave it to Madeleine; only God knows what she would had done with that.

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thefinalexperiment · 5 years ago

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Black Satin (9/10)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, fairly unhealthy relationship lol they’re both kind of sociopathic, villain reader, implied cheating, consented cheating kind of? it’ll make sense if you choose to read it

Previous parts can be found in my masterlist thanks to dumblr and the link censoring.

Billy walked into the room where they were keeping her. He was pissed Homeland had killed Lieberman, but he was eager to see her again. As soon as she spotted him, she stood from the little chair and threw her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He chuckled and held her close.

“Oh Billy,” she sighed, “I missed you.”

A smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Pouting just a bit, she showed him her arm. “Billy, your boys bruised me… I know it was technically a kidnapping, but honestly.”

Billy paused, looking over her arm. He shot a glare at the men by the door. They would get it later.

“Never you mind about them, honey. I got a job for you…”

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Frank waited. That was all he could do now: wait for Billy and Rawlins to fall into the trap. He was bloody and bruised, but he knew he could hold out just a bit longer.

Just then, Billy burst in, dragging (Y/N) along with him. This wasn’t part of the plan…

“Alright, Frankie,” Billy said, “Here’s what’s gonna happen: You unlock that computer for us, or sweet little (Y/N) gets it. Understand?”

Frank clenched his jaw, looking into the terrified eyes of Billy’s ex.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked her. Something in her expression went funny when he called her that.

“Y-Yeah…” she whispered, nodding, “I’m ok-kay…”

Frank turned his attention back to his former friend.

“This is low, even for you, Bill,” he growled. “Threatening the woman you claimed to love…”

At his words, (Y/N) froze, and Billy looked… almost… awkward.

“You never said it to her, did you?” Frank asked. When he had chatted with Billy (when he still believed them to be brothers), Frank had asked if he had anyone special. Billy had confessed he planned to marry (Y/N)…

Billy put his scowl back up.

“Enough. Are you going to cooperate or not?”

Frank sighed.

“Let her go, and I’ll do what you want.”

“I’ll let her go when you unlock that thing.”

Frank scowled.

“Fine.”

A little bit ahead of schedule, perhaps, but it would have to do.

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It had all happened so fast. Frank stabbed Rawlins. Rawlins beat Frank. Frank killed Rawlins. Now he was laughing at Billy. I didn’t understand what was going on.

Suddenly, Homeland Security was busting down the doors, and Billy took a bullet in the arm.

“Billy!” I cried.

“We gotta go,” he said, grabbing my arm. He lead me out, and we ducked safely into an inconspicuous car.

“Let me look at your arm,” I said, once we were far enough away.

“Later,” he said shortly. We don’t have much time.”

I had a feeling I knew what was riling him up.

“You’re worried because they caught me on camera? Billy, I didn’t do anything that could implicate me.”

Billy sighed a bit, but he didn’t relax. “Madani will find a way. She may not be bright, but Frank is bound to figure it out. He saw us leave together.”

I shook my head. “Billy, he’s half dead…”

He growled in response, sending a shiver down my spine.

“He’s walked off worse.”

We pulled into the parking garage at ANVIL and snuck up to Billy’s office. I made him sit on the desk and roll up his sleeve so I could take a look.

“Tell me what you need me to do, Mister Russo,” I murmured lowly.

Billy told me what to do, talking me through each step. With his free hand, he poured himself a glass of alcohol to help manage the pain. His eyes followed my every move, and I could feel his desire rising.

“Like what you see?” I murmured to him.

He smirked.

“I kept you clean to keep you safe… I’m just wondering how it might’ve been if we’d’ve been in it together.”

I slowly trailed my hand up his chest to cup his jaw.

“You’d never have gotten anything done, Russo… You would have been too distracted.”

“You’re right,” he murmured, before drawing me into a searing kiss. Just then, a security alarm pinged somewhere, and Billy cursed, pulling away.

“We gotta go.”

And once again, we were off. Billy tossed all of his things into a duffel bag and we headed out. Agents popped up to stop us, but Billy took them down with quick, precise shots, making me feel like my skin was on fire. There was something about him being so protective that made me want to jump him then and there… But I showed restraint.

As we walked away, Billy flipped a switch, setting the ANVIL headquarters up in a grand explosion. I thought it was rather beautiful.

Billy seemed worried, cagey… but I had a plan. It was just a matter of whether or not he would agree.

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A/N: Probably just one more part after this! Be sure to leave your theories and thoughts in the comments! Feedback is always appreciated.

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Billy Russo Tags: @harrysthiccthighss @jigsawlover10

Everything Tags: @coconutknees @hollymac79 @jordan-ia @ace-marvel-chick

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jimlingss · 6 years ago

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Jungle Park [1]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1.5 OR Chapter 2

➜ Words: 4.9k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

➜ Warnings: depiction of throwing up.

➜ Notes: oh shitttt, here’s finally Hoseok’s slice of life series. buckle up, folks. there’s an entire adventure waiting ahead.

Sometimes life can be so entirely mundane that you forget your surroundings. The routine falls into place, yesterday becoming today, tomorrow a reflection of all the other days until time blurs all together. Your body goes on autopilot, mind operating somewhere else as your skin and bones carry forth. And that’s how sometimes, you snap awake again and wonder: How the hell did I get here? Such a moment is now when you’re pulling up on the curb in front of a nightclub. You scramble out the door before walking over to the two people standing in the street and greeting them. One girl is obviously wasted, mumbling incoherently and slumped over her more sober friend. The latter female grumbles in annoyance and thanks you when you help open the door, guiding her drunk friend inside. “Where are you off to this evening?” you ask while closing your door, hands gripping on the steering wheel. “Sixth street, please,” the sober one says in the backseat before she reaches over to her companion and tries to seat belt the girl in. But said girl only waves her off and instead leans over to where the front seat is. Her short blonde haircut brushes against her forehead, nearly pricking into her eyes that are blackened by smudged mascara. Her little black dress rides up unattractively and you realize her three inch high heels are held in her hands. Every word is slurred and spoken slowly. “Wher’ ar’ we go...i..ng?” “Home,” her friend answers. She appears a lot more put together than the other girl, sleek black hair behind her, deep blue dress complimenting her red lipstick. “Now can you please sit down so we can go, Choa?” “No! Don’t wanna!” But the intoxicated female gets buckled in anyhow, despite her little temper tantrum. You offer a sympathetic smile to her friend before nodding and merging onto the street again. “Drive to his house! I wanna give him a piece of my mind!” “No, you are not going to call him again. You won’t contact him. You most certainly will not go to his house. Come on! You’re better than this.” “No, I’m not! I’m weak and I love him, Yura!” Choa wails out in sobs and the other girl sighs in exhaustion. “And that fucking bastard took my heart and ripped it into shreds! He cheated on me, can you believe that?!” You realize she’s talking to you, so you nod, glancing in the rear-view mirror. “Sounds horrible…” “Yeah! He cheated with my fucking mother!” She laughs hysterically, on the verge of violent sobs. “He’s a motherfucker!” You raise your brows, finding it difficult to keep your eyes on the road when you’re brought to such speechlessness. “That’s...uh…that’s really unfortunate.” “He was supposed to marry me!” She’s screaming in both spite and sadness. “I even picked out a wedding dress! It was a Vera Wang! And I lost the receipt! What am I supposed to do with it now?!” She continues on her rant, spilling all her deepest darkest secrets to you, a stranger. “You know, I thought he was cheating on me with that bitch secretary of his. I know she tried to seduce him on a business trip once, but he told me he loved me and he wouldn’t want anyone else but me. And..and..and I trusted him! But lo and behold, I go back to my family’s house and what do I find?! He’s fucking sleeping with my mom! My mom! Out of all people!” You swallow hard, moving your hands on the steering wheel, taking a left down the avenue. You don’t know what to say or how to console the girl. It sounds absolutely horrible and you empathize deeply, especially when she’s grieving in your backseat and her cries are bloodcurdling like she lost a child. “I never liked him anyways,” Yura snaps. “You deserve better, Choa. Good riddance it’s over. He’s your ex now, so there’s no point in being hung up on him.” “But that doesn’t change the fact that I love him!” She’s yelling and crying, and you snap out of your trance, flinching from her deafening wail. You accelerate a little more to get to the destination faster. “I still LOVE HIM!” “You’re better off without him.” “You don’t understand!” Choa sobs without stopping and then she looks at you again, catching your attention in the rear-view mirror. “Haven’t you had an ex that you still love?” “Choa, leave the taxi lady alone. Sorry,” she says to you before turning towards her drunk friend. “She needs to concentrate on driving!” This is definitely the most interesting part of your job. Your little career is nothing impressive. It’s dull and you don’t make much. It’s barely enough to scrape by when you’re living in the city. After paying the lease of the cab, the fuel and maintenance, you only get to keep the fare and tips which leads to about three hundred a night. But at least you get to hear people’s stories, happy or sad. You get to see all sorts of different people and their backgrounds, see where they’re going, get a glimpse into their lives. It’s interesting to say the least. Your lips part, about to give the girl some advice. You want to tell her to talk to him and see if he’s serious about fixing things or see if it’s really over. She also needs some time to heal and think about things, see what she wants and what’s best for her. After all, she can’t move on with her life without some sort of closure. The first step is to sober up after tonight…. But you don’t get the chance to say these things, not when she suddenly leans over with a groan and the next words that comes from her mouth has a cold shiver running down your spine. “I think I’m going to be sick.” You whip yourself around, almost hurting your neck in the process. The thought of having to spend the rest of the night on your knees scrubbing polyester seats and cleaning after someone’s vomit makes your blood run to ice. “Is she going to throw up?!” The stoplight turns green and you’re forced to look back and drive, going over the speed limit by a bit. Yura taps her friends back and tucks her hair behind her ear. “Um...no, she won’t.” There are gagging sounds. The girl is retching at the back of her throat. And then it splashes. The bean burrito and vodka shots from earlier regurgitates from her mouth and plunks down in chunks, slapping all over the floor and the backseat. She hurls and heaves, spewing out endlessly. When she’s done, she burps and the putrid stench fills your small taxi all at once, making you want to vomit. “Sorry…” This is it. This is the last straw. You need another job.

“I can’t do this anymore!” The woman paces around, high heels clicking softly against the carpet as she storms around, arms crossed, trying to walk off her rage. She’s wrinkling her blazer and stretching her dress pants, but the man doesn’t make any comments. He’s too busy rubbing his temples with his thumbs behind the desk, leaning back in his swivel chair. The room is heavy with tension. “Sunyi, calm down.” “No! I won’t! Jimin, this is unacceptable!” She stops at his desk, hands pressing on the clean surface. “He can’t just take a case from me when I’ve been working on it for months! They were my clients!” “Then speak to Hoseok. I don’t understand why you’re telling me this.” “But he won’t listen. You are a partner of this firm. You are his partner. Can’t you talk to him about it? This isn’t the first time and I’m fed up. This is not what I signed up for.” Jimin sighs, not knowing what to say. His job is already full of mediation, he would rather get rammed by a school bus than deal with workplace conflicts on top of it. Sensing his hesitation, Sunyi stands straight and scoffs. “Can you afford to lose me? I know plenty of other places that would love a lawyer like me.” The threat is loud and clear and he stares back at her with narrowed eyes, not appreciating her tone of voice. “Jimin….talk to him.” “Fine.” A long exhale escapes his mouth and his body slumps. “I’ll see what I can do.” The female nods and opens the door, but she lingers for a second. “And can you please talk to Yoongi?” “What is it now?” “His attire is disgusting,” she spits. “He wears open-toed sandals around the office and doesn’t cut his toenails and the last thing I want to see before my lunch break is his dirty feet fungus.” She storms out of the office and Jimin stands up from his spot in exasperation, calling out to her, but no one hears his woes. “Sunyi, I’m a lawyer! I’m not supposed to be dealing with problems like this!” // It’s a relatively normal afternoon. People are tapping away at their keyboards, preoccupied with documents and files upon files. A few legal assistants are helping the others, running across the office floor, murmuring things. The photocopier whirrs to life, phones ringing once in a while. It’s the glorious sound of work. Jimin decides to go for another coffee cup and he times it perfectly to run into his best friend. “Hey, bud.” They stand in the kitchen at the counter, side-by-side, facing the white cabinets. “Everything going alright?” Jimin looks at him with a soft smile and crinkled eyes. Even when he’s a professional and dressed cleanly like one, his brunette hair and cute face makes him look like a kind boy-next-door. It’s not such a bad thing. If anything, it’s advantageous to have such a natural disguise, making opponents underestimate his abilities. On the contrary, his partner’s appearance is as frighteningly scary as his personality. He’s dressed sharply in a black blazer and dress pants, polished and neat. His black hair is styled well with a strand curled at his forehead, strong brows accentuating a sharp jawline. Jimin realizes why he’s the one who appears more approachable in the office. Hoseok is just way too intimidating. “Fine,” he responds curtly and picks up on what’s going on with his sharp perception. “What is it, Park?” “We need to talk, Hoseok.” He nods and looks over his shoulder, stirring his coffee mug before taking a sip. “Do you want to go into my office?” “No, we shouldn’t alarm the others,” he says and the other male will never understand why he’s so sensitive to such little things. There’s no one in the kitchen anyway. He doesn’t know why Jimin is speaking so quietly either. “But listen, I need you to do something for me and if you don’t, I’m going to lose my shit.” Hoseok lifts a brow. “What is it?” “Do you know what I’ve been doing these days? I’ve been doing the job of an HR representative. I’m dealing with issues in this office every single day, all the petty little problems and the stupid drama.” He scoffs and then laughs, having thought there was something more serious at hand. “That’s because you have no backbone. Do you see anyone coming to me with their issues?” “That’s exactly it,” Jimin emphasizes. “You are half of the problems around here.” “Really now…” Hoseok’s curiosity is piqued. “And who is having problems with me?” “No. We are not going to discipline them or scare them or use whatever tactic you’re thinking of right now. We need to address this the right way. There will be absolutely no intimidation tactics or sweeping under the rug or warnings. We need to keep the tropes happy, Hoseok. Everyone needs to function well for this office to function well.” He motions him to go on. “So…?” “We need to hire someone for HR.” Hoseok laughs. He throws his head back and gets a good chuckle. Then as he shakes his head, he takes his mug and begins walking down the hall towards both their offices. Jimin follows behind him with a growing scowl. “We’re going to open an HR department for fifteen people?” “This is a high conflict office and you know it,” Jimin reasons with him. “There are problems every other day here and I’m tired. I can’t focus on my real job. We need someone here to solve conflicts and to deal with all the issues that I don’t want to deal with.” “No.” Hoseok keeps it short and simple. “We aren’t going to do that. It’s unnecessary. Do you realize we would need to clear out another office and pay them? It’s an unnecessary expense in our budget. And not to mention, it’s ridiculous. Have you ever heard of a firm this size having an HR department?” “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve made myself clear. I’m not asking for your permission. I’m telling you.” The shorter man stops the taller one, both of them standing in the middle of the hallway and quietly bickering underneath their breaths. “Hoseok, what is the name of our firm?” “Not this again, Jimin. If you have something—” “Hoseok. Answer my question.” He rolls his eyes, tired of the other’s childish antics and getting flashbacks to days in university. Yet, Hoseok gives in with a long sigh. “Jung and Park.” “Exactly. We’re in a team. It’s me and you—” “Actually, that’s incorrect.” He gives a shit-eating grin, marring his cold exterior with a playful twinkle in his eyes. “It’s supposed to be you and I.” “Don’t be an ass.” Jimin pouts. “We’re hiring someone for HR. That’s final. It’s what we and everyone else here needs.” “Fine.” Hoseok gives in once more and nods his head. “Just hire someone.” “Oh my god!” Jimin suddenly shrieks and scares the living daylights out of his partner. “You don’t hear anything that comes out of my mouth, do you?! No wonder people have issues with you!” “What?” “Hiring is part of the HR job and I’m not doing that anymore!” He throws his hands up into the air. “You hire someone. I’m done!” “What?” Hoseok is still confused. “You want me to hire someone?” “Yes! Finally, the man hears!” Jimin laughs manically, causing Hoseok to ponder how many coffee cups he’s had. He ends up skipping away, happy that one out of the heaps of problems is solved for now. And Hoseok is left by himself, sighing. Who the hell is he supposed to hire?

You need a job. After you force yourself to sync your sleeping schedule back to the general public, sleeping at night instead of day as you’ve been doing for the past year, you go on a job hunt. First, you revamp your résumé. When you’re satisfied, you flip open the local newspaper until you realize this isn’t the nineteenth century and no one uses the newspaper anymore. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to search for a job. Needless to say, you’re a bit rusty. But you still hold a lot of hope as you scour online for job postings. You write down phone numbers, giving them calls to see if they’re still hiring, most of which apologize and tell you they already have someone. It’s difficult since the economy isn’t doing great, but you don’t give up. Every opportunity of work, you jump at the chance, calling or emailing, even printing out physical copies to go drop it off...that is until you run into a certain post… Human Resource Manager Jung and Park Full-time $40-60k Salary It’s right up your alley. It ticks off everything you want and everything that you can do. When you click on it, you get the specifics of the company, the details of the position, responsibilities and requirements. You qualify perfectly and even the location of the firm is only a mere subway ride away. The pay is decent, enough for you to live, and it’s unlike the taxi business where some nights you go home empty handed. There could not be a better opportunity. It’s miraculous, a chance that fell from the Heavens. But….you can’t do it. “Is there a reason why you want to work at McDonalds?” The shift manager looks at you expectantly, voice a bit on the quieter side, making it hard to hear. “Well, I’ve eaten at this franchise a lot.” You swallow hard, trying to hide your shaking hands and conceal the nervousness. “I think it would be really interesting to be on the other side of the counter.” “Hmm, that’s nice,” she replies sincerely and nods with a kind smile. At this point, you’re looking anywhere, any place where you can make some fast money before you search for a real career position. If you’re on a search forever, you won’t have money to pay the upcoming bills. Your savings will only do so much before they diminish into nothing. “Hello.” You look over the bakery case towards the manager who’s preoccupied with some cakes. “Hi, can I help you?” “Um, are you possibly hiring at the moment?” You hold the stack of résumé close to your chest, not yet giving up. “Unfortunately, no.” They give an apologetic expression. “We’re not looking for anyone.” You walk around stores on the street and in the malls, bakeries and coffee shops, clothing stores and fast food chains. It feels like when you were a teenager again, looking for a summer part-time job and coming up short every single time. All the interviews done in corporate offices never call you back or they take your résumé without even actually taking a glance at it. And maybe that’s a good thing. You have nothing impressive about yourself. You don’t deserve a fancy job in some high rise or at some luxurious establishment. You’re not cut out for that life. It’s plain and simple. They wouldn’t want you. “Can you handle a stressful environment?” “I’d like to say I can.” You hum before laughing. “I was a summer councilor back in the day and someone lit a cabin on fire once, so I think it’s suffice to say, I can handle myself during an intense environment.” The old woman across from you laughs heartily. You could feel it — this interview was going well. You might actually get the job and the excitement was making your eagerness double. “Last question,” she flips a page and then folds her hands on the table. The woman looks deep into your eyes and is quiet for a moment as if she is trying to truly see the person in front of her and not just a candidate for the job. “Don’t you think you’re overqualified for the position?” You frown. “Overqualified?” “I mean, your work experience is very versatile. Your educational background is fantastic. I am quite fond of your personality. You seem like a genuinely earnest and hard-working individual. But, why here?” Her eyes bore deep into yours. “This is an elementary school administration position. All you would be doing is answering phones all day.” “Well...I...uh….if this is about the salary, I’m completely fine with what you’ve offered. And I like stability. I don’t have plans of looking for something else,” you’re stuttering, not knowing how to answer. “I like working with different people and I like kids too. I..just think I would do well here.” She smiles softly, a very calming presence in the midst of your panic. “This isn’t about salary and I’m not questioning your loyalty. We’ve spent...what...an hour together? And I can tell you’re a kindhearted person, Y/N. I’ve lived to see enough people come and go. Heck, even before this interview, I had someone come in and the first thing they asked were about vacation days.” This woman knows nothing about you. At most, she might be your future employer, but sometimes you wonder how people can know you after spending mere moments together. Is your face really that easy to read? Are you just too open about yourself? But none of these questions matter when what she says hits you the hardest— “I think you should aim higher.” The posting still haunts you. Human Resource Manager Jung and Park And maybe that’s the reason why you haven’t been doing well in any interviews, except for a select few. Perhaps this is why no one has given you a call back despite your efforts to display your dedication. The posting follows you wherever you go, on the back of your mind, imprinted into your memory. Maybe this is what you really wanted from the start — not stupid jobs at fast food restaurants or running in the streets handing out your résumé or jobs that aren’t of interest. Human Resource Manager It’s a bad idea. It’s a really bad idea. But with one eye open, you go in for the kill.

In the heart of the metropolis are soaring towers, corporate offices and companies, business and enterprises that you have no reason to represent or work for. The firm is large and full of glass, from the giant windows to the glass of the conference room. But despite the modern design, it’s gray. The walls are painted in a gray shade, spaces left empty, cubicles tall and covering people’s faces. There are boxes of files and paperwork stacked up along the halls. It seems like a tense environment and you can hear people hard at work, typing on keys, flipping through papers, sighing every so often. You wonder if you look awkward and out of place. For the fifth time, you tug on your pencil skirt and smooth out your old blazer, afraid you look weird or tacky. Your grip on the briefcase tightens and you don’t even know why you brought the darn thing when there’s only a squished ham sandwich and more printed résumés inside. You’re sitting straight in your seat, staring at the receptionist and waiting. When she looks up from her computer, you divert your eyes to the firm’s name overtop her desk on the wall. Jung and Park. You can do this. All you have to do is keep it professional. The door to the left conference room finally opens, someone exiting and holding a file of folders. Your heart stops right in your chest. Your breath hitches. Something stirs inside of you. A tall man with dark hair, in a fitted suit, is standing right in front of you. His sun-kissed skin is glowing, high cheekbones, long nose, everything adding to his handsomeness. His mere presence commands your attention. Even when he’s frowning, there’s something about him that makes him so alive. Hoseok takes one mere glance at you before looking down at his papers. “Y/N?” You flinch when he calls your name and you stand up, swallowing down the thick lump in your throat, feet together, adjusting your skirt one last time. You can do this. “Yes?” “You’re here for the interview?” he asks without looking at you, taking a peek at his watch and phone. When you confirm, he nods and pockets his mobile device before gesturing towards the empty conference room. “Come in.” You’re shaking. Even when you’re trying your hardest not to tremble, hiding your hands in your lap, it’s useless. You can’t stop staring at him either. No matter what you do, you can’t tear your gaze away from his face. It’s too difficult. You want to be professional. You want this job. You don’t want to screw this entire thing up. But the things you want are things you could never have. “You have a degree in…” He searches the paper in front of him. “Human Resource Management Honours. Wow.” You mumble, “it’s just a commerce degree…” “No, it’s exactly what we’re looking for.” Hoseok, on the other hand, has no problems with keeping it professional. He doesn’t notice your staring eyes either. If anything, he only casted cold glances and seems to be disinterested in the whole ordeal. “Do you have any previous HR experiences?” “Yes. I worked as an HR representative for about a year before the small company shut down.” The lawyer hums and studies your résumé like your entire existence can be summed up with words printed on the lines. “And your previous job?” “I was an executive dispatch member for cab services.” It’s a slight lie, a truth exaggerated. It doesn’t sound impressive to say you drove a taxi around in your late twenties and your early thirties. “And you quit because?” “Differences in professional goals.” More like you spent three hours cleaning up after some drunk girl’s vomit and had enough. “How did you hear about this position?” “I saw a posting online.” “Right.” It seems like he’s going down a checklist, firing question after question at you. The man never once looks at your face. He treats you rather coldly and you feel like your chances are slim. It’s just a feeling inside that tells you won’t get the job — which is understandable. “Why do you think we should hire you?” “I...I have a good educational background. I’ve worked in many different areas, so my work experience is very versatile. I’m really hardworking as well.” You mentally thank the older lady from a few days ago who gave you ideas on what to say. “I’ve worked with a lot of different kinds of people before and I enjoy it. I think I would be a valuable asset to your team.” Yet, Hoseok appears unfazed at your answer, as if he’s heard similar things from other applicants. “What do you consider to be your weakness?” “I…” You’re having a hard time, palms sweaty, mouth dry. “...I think I have a pattern of underestimating myself. I’m a bit dependent on others too, but I’ve been working to improve myself on that…” The man across the conference table scribbles something down on his paper, like he doesn’t enjoy the fact you have trouble being independent. “Then what are your strengths?” “I’m dedicated and hardworking. When I do things, I have to do them right or I won’t be satisfied.” You clear your throat, getting a grip on yourself, reeling from your whiplash of being in his presence. “I’m resilient. I can get back up when I’ve been knocked down. I can survive and make it past hard times…” “That’s good.” There’s a ghost of a smile gracing his features, warming his cold expression, and you’re trapped in a trance. But it’s interrupted when he suddenly moves back, closing the file. You’re surprised at how it’s over so quickly. “Well alright. I’ll give you a call then. Thank you for coming by, Miss Y/N.” He stands and you follow after a delayed second, but before he opens the door, you interrupt— “Um...I..” “Oh sorry.” He turns. “Did you have a question for me?” “Hoseok, I….I really want to work here.” Your fists are clenched tight, your head is downcasted and you’re sure you look like a desperate mess begging for this job, but you have to take the leap. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. “I understand if you won’t hire me, but will you at least take me into serious consideration?” “I’m sorry?” There’s a pause. You look up at his confused expression and you frown, stumbling over your words. Hoseok finds the way you speak to him odd, as if you’re perfectly familiar with him. He interjects with his own question, “Do we know each other?” “What?” “I’m sorry. I got into a car accident about seven years ago. There are some things I can’t remember anymore.” He offers a small smile and you’re caught off guard. It came out of nowhere, so sudden, but he says it nonchalantly like it doesn’t affect him at all. Your frown deepens to the point where it hurts and you blink. You’ve been stunned to silence. His brows are raised and he dips himself down, searching your face and he repeats himself in honest curiosity, “Did we possibly know each other?” “Not really,” you answer. “We were acquaintances back in university, like twelve years ago. I thought you would remember me, that’s all.” “I’m sorry.” His brows furrow. “I can’t seem to recall…” “No, it’s alright.” You nod, returning his smile. “I’m sorry to have to make you talk about your accident.” “No, I don’t mind.” Hoseok looks down at your application in his hand. Y/N. Your name brings no significance back into his mind, but he’ll make sure to remember from now on. “Well, if there isn’t anything else...” “O-oh yeah, umm, okay.” You bow your head slightly as he opens the door. “Thank you for the interview.” Hoseok lifts his arm with an open hand. You stare down at it for a second before clasping your palm with his, shaking his hand. The corner of his mouth lifts and he nods. “It’s not a problem.” The both of you end up walking your separate ways. The man returns to his office with a stack of files in his arms. And you can’t help but turn around to stare at his broad backside becoming smaller in the distance. Well...either way, the two of you were strangers from the start. You’ve always been strangers to each other. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t remember.

#BTS fanfic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #hoseok #jhope fanfic #HOSEOK AS A HOT SHOT LAWYER WHO THINKS HE'S THE SHIT #OC WHO JUST NEEDS A FUCKING JOB TO LIVE ( ꒪Д꒪)ノ #i promise you this will not be cliché

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warm (yoongi x reader x hoseok)

A/N Here it is! The smutty sequel to Running Man Bangtan I promised! If you haven’t read Running Man Bangtan, read it here first. Word count for this is 3.8k. Warnings: explicit sexual content, handjob (mxm), oral (female receiving), doggy style, slight overstimulation, masturbation (m).

It’s still drizzling outside when the three of you are woken up at 3 in the morning and quietly herded out of the dorm.

Director Lee isn’t with the crew members, one of the production assistants, Kyeong-eun, is giving you directions. She’s on the phone with Lee for the majority of the time you spend in the company van.

It’s early and it’s cold and you can barely keep your eyes open wider than a squint, so you ball up your scarf into a vaguely pillow-like shape and press it against the window so that you can have a nap.

When Hoseok gently shakes you awake at the end of your journey, the sun is beginning to rise, and the bright light helps you become a little more alert.

The crew take another twenty or so minutes to get everything ready for a day of shooting, and you and the boys huddle up outside the entrance to a bathhouse.

Once all the cameras are set up and it’s a little lighter outside, you read off the instructions you’ve been given about the punishment.

“In the winter months, many Korean people like to warm up in the sauna. Today, the winners of last week’s episode get to enjoy a relaxing day at the spa. Y/n, Yoongi, and Hoseok will have to use the cold sauna instead.” You furrow your eyebrows. “Cold sauna? I’ve never heard of a cold sauna.”

Yoongi fiddles with his beanie, grumbling and moaning. “This sucks. They’re like, minus twenty degrees or something ridiculous. All because I knew you were the spy.”

You harrumph. “Well, let this be a lesson that next time you should trust me.”

“But you were the spy!”

“Yeah, but if you lived in ignorant bliss like Namjoon or Tae, you wouldn’t be here!”

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both beautiful,” Hoseok teases, stepping between the two of you. “Some people actually choose to use cold saunas, so they must be pretty good for you.” He gives each of you an encouraging smile, but you just stare at him in disgusted silence. He clears his throat. “Okay, let’s get this over with,” he mutters.

Cruelly, you have to walk past the baths and saunas to get to the freezing area, and the aromatic steam wafting around the three of you is like salt in the wound.

The cold saunas are individual, upright columns, looking almost like tanning beds that are stood up on end, and the moment you enter the room you break out into goosebumps.

A worker quickly explains how to use the machines, as well as safety precautions, and the three of you stare at each other like deer in headlights when she mentions that you get into the cold sauna naked.

You give the camera your best imploring gaze of pity while the two men argue back and forth. Clearly, neither one of them is interested in seeing the other’s junk, particularly not when they’re all shriveled up with the cold.

Kyeong-eun reminds the three of you that you have to spend twenty minutes each in the cold sauna, and Hoseok offers to go first to get it over with.

“Look away!” Yoongi heaves a long-suffered sigh and shuffles around until his back faces Hoseok, and you do the same, albeit a little more reluctantly.

It’s not like you haven’t seen each other naked before. After a while of shooting, mishaps are bound to happen, and while the editing team can add a blur or a censor for the wellbeing of the fans, you’ve been faced with unexpected genitals more times than should really be reasonable for someone your age.

He squeals like a pig for the first three or so minutes while in there, hopping around in the cramped space, holding out his arms to show the angry lines of goosebumps that he desperately tries to rub away.

After a while, though, something inside him gives up, and he dangles his arms over the side, and rests his chin on the edge in miserable defeat.

You and Yoongi half-heartedly try to make conversation with him to keep something decent in the footage, but his spirit has been truly broken by the brutal cold that’s dragging down his body temperature.

Between the two of you, Yoongi decides to go second. It’s not like him to volunteer go to next, but he’s noticed three identical thermoses lined up on the floor by the cameras and is eager to get done so that he can discover what warm delight awaits.

As the LED timer on the sauna ticks down under a minute, Yoongi launches into action. Wrangling the hoodie over his head, kicking off his shoes and socks, and wiggling out of his jeans, he’s too preoccupied to ask you to look away, so you patiently observe the quickly undressing man.

He pauses when he gets down to his underwear, and hovers by the sauna, ready to wrench it open and swap places with Hoseok as soon as he can. Yoongi’s been slowly packing on muscle in the past few weeks, ever since he lost a weight-lifting challenge because he was too weak, and you’re sure the fans will appreciate it as much as you are right now.

He still has pretty skinny legs and a small waist, but the fabric of his boxers stretches taut against his thighs and his shoulders boast beautiful planes and angles when he reaches up to open the door.

Hoseok, whose eyes have been scrunched up as far as he can squeeze them, barely gets a moment to cheer up and celebrate as the timer beeps, before Yoongi is wrenching open the door and tugging Hoseok out. Hoseok lets out a ’hey!’, then comes to his senses and realizes he’s standing, stark naked, directly in front of you and fifteen-odd crew members. He yelps and covers himself, hobbling over to his clothes pile with stiff limbs.

He gestures with his head for you to look away before he takes his hands away to start getting changed. You laugh but acquiesce anyway. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Hobi.”

You grin at the sound of his offended whine. “I’d prefer if you didn’t ogle my dick after being in that death trap for twenty minutes.”

“Okay, oppa, I’ll just ogle your dick later.” He harrumphs again, but you half-turn to face Yoongi. “How’s it in there?”

“Just peachy, thanks,” he drawls sarcastically, “I really love the feeling of frostbite on a Friday morning.”

“That lady said you won’t get frostbite until you’ve been in there for at least two hours.”

“Okay, clever-dick.”

“What, you didn’t pay attention to the safety briefing? Yoongi fans, be aware! He’s a real bad boy, this one.”

Hoseok is finally back in clothes, and gratefully accepts the thermos handed to him. “Yeah, hyung, it’s safety first, safety second, and style third.”

“Being naked is pretty stylish,” you agree. You turn to the staff. “Couldn’t I get in another one so we can get done quicker?”

In the end, they set up a second pod, and after a few minutes of warming up, or rather, cooling down, it’s ready to go. Yoongi’s timer is down to seven minutes, so it really hasn’t saved you that much time.

You strip down quickly, ignoring the heavy stares of your two coworkers, and hop on in, barely holding back the curse that comes to your tongue when you’re fully encapsulated in the cold.

Twenty minutes goes by slower than the most boring math class, but eventually, you stumble out and will your numb fingers to dress you again.

There’s a bit more faffing about with the cameras before you can actually go home, but once the three of you are finally dropped off, it’s not quite lunchtime, and the other five are still out.

You all automatically make your way to the lounge and collapse in a heap on the nearest couch.

It’s a little cold in the apartment since it’s been empty for several hours, and none of you, not even Hobi, have warmed up properly again. You find yourself snuggling into Yoongi’s side, with Hoseok’s head in your lap.

“You know,” Hoseok starts, breaking the comfortable silence, “I know a good way to warm us up.”

Yoongi grunts. “I’m too tired to fuck right now.”

Hoseok grins up at you, catlike. “I never specifically mentioned having sex, but I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

You glance down quickly to sneak a peek at Hoseok. He’s hard already, the tent in his jeans a dead giveaway that he’s clearly being serious. Your gaze flicks back up to his and he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Yoongi sighs deeply. “Do whatever you want, I just want to lie here and take a nap.”

Feeling the telltale stirs of arousal blooming between your legs, you turn your upper torso around and rest your chin on Yoongi’s chest, staring up at him. His eyes are lidded, but not fully closed, and through the narrow slit you can see his eyes flick over to yours. “But, oppa,” you plead in a soft murmur, “you don’t have to move if you’re too tired. We can take care of you.”

You can’t tell if he genuinely is too sleepy to get in the mood, or if he’s just playing it cool, so you trail your hand down, resting your elbow on Hoseok’s forehead (much to his disgust) and dipping your fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans.

His skin is clammy with the cold, but you can feel the muscles jump under your fingertips. Hobi moves his head off your lap so that he can get off the couch and sit on the floor in front of the two of you. You let a nail drag along the skin just below the edge of Yoongi’s jeans, relishing in the way his breath stutters. His eyes have fallen shut fully, now, and his head is tipped back on the couch.

It’s Hoseok that reaches up to undo the button and drag down the zip, not that Yoongi could tell either way, and you let your hand slip under his shirt to run up his chest while Hoseok starts jiggling the jeans down.

Yoongi lifts his hips off the couch slightly, but the tight material pulls his boxers with it, and before you get a chance to process it, his dick is slipping out and coming up to rest against his stomach. He lets out a deep groan in the back of his throat at the feeling of the cool air against his bare skin.

Your hand, which froze under his shirt when his pants came off, resumes its trek upwards, bunching up the fabric so that you can lift it off and really see him, but before you get the chance, his hand flies up to latch onto your wrist, halting you in your tracks. “Too cold,” he murmurs, “just leave it on.”

You frown, dropping the fabric but dragging a nail against one of his nipples in retaliation. He whimpers, and it’s the first time you’ve heard such a noise from him. You take back your hand and lie back down against him, waiting for Hobi to make his move.

He’s left Yoongi’s jeans and underwear bunched up around his knees, so he can’t spread Yoongi’s legs and move between them. Instead, he pushes Yoongi’s legs towards you and moves in closer on the other side.

A lean, tanned hand reaches up to grip Yoongi gently, and a desperate sigh leaves Yoongi’s mouth.

Hoseok smirks darkly, hand applying pressure but not moving. “What was that?”

“Ah, please,” he breathes, face scrunched up in concentration. You can see the muscles in his thighs and hips moving beneath the skin, flexing with want but trying not to move.

With a Chesire grin across his face, Hobi bends down to spit on Yoongi’s cock, and finally begins jerking him off in slow, deliberate strokes.

The erotic sight of one of your closest loved ones giving a handjob to the other has you wriggling your hips around, trying to move the fabric of your jeans between your legs for some much-needed relief. When you press your crotch to the couch, you can feel the damp fabric of your underwear slide against you, but it’s not enough.

Hoseok’s picked up speed now, and you sit up from Yoongi’s side so that you can properly take in his glorious expressions. His eyebrows are still tensed up, but his mouth is open in a pout, and whenever Hoseok grips a little harder or twists his wrist on an upstroke, beautifully needy grunts and groans come out.

As divine as the sight before you is, you find yourself getting more and more impatient. A quick lick of two of your fingertips is all you need to slide your hand into your pants and start rubbing your clit.

Yoongi doesn’t see you, but Hoseok certainly does, and his eyes are dark with lust, trained on the rhythmic shifting between your legs. There’s not much room, though, and you tug off your jeans with a frustrated whine, hand immediately returning to its rightful spot underneath your wet panties. Your movements are desperate, and you can’t stop your hips from juddering back in forth in a call for more friction. Your grinding attracts Yoongi’s attention, and he cracks open his eyes to see you.

You lock gazes with him, and he swears, batting Hoseok’s hand away. “Fuck, you guys have convinced me,” he growls, “let’s do this.”

Without bothering to see if you two are following (which you most certainly are), Yoongi slips his jeans off fully, leaving a haphazard pile of clothes in the lounge as he makes his way to your bedroom.

You and Jeongguk both have your own rooms, while the other six share, so it makes sense that he beelines for your bigger bed. When Hoseok, still fully clothed, and you join him, he’s taken off his shirt as well, and is sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of socks.

You copy him, shucking off your jacket and shirt, and waste no time in unhooking your bra and stepping out of your panties.

Hoseok, although he was the one to initiate it, seems taken off-guard by the speed at which things are suddenly progressing, and he races to undress.

Not wanting to stand around and wait for him, and too horny out of your mind to care about propriety, you join Yoongi on the bed, pushing him onto his back so you can climb on his thighs.

His cock fits snugly between your two stomachs, still dribbling precum. As you look down on it, you’re brought back to the last time you were in this exact position with Tae, just a few days ago.

Both Jimin and Jeongguk know, because Taehyung couldn’t help himself, but you hadn’t told either of the men about it.

As Hoseok hops onto the bed beside you two, you sit upright again. “Wait,” you breathe, “this is just sex, right? It doesn’t have to mean anything?”

Yoongi pauses. After a moment of silence, he nods slowly. “Sure, if that’s all you want.”

You curse your muddled brain. “No, I mean… It can be more, if we all want it to, but… you’re okay with it just being sex for now?”

Hoseok’s face lightens. “Oh, you mean Tae? We all know about that, you know. It’s fine with us.” Yoongi nods in genuine agreement.

“He told you?”

Yoongi lets out a breathy laugh. “He told everyone. Was extremely smug that he was the first of us to get with you.” The two men share a look. “We’re quite happy with silver and bronze.”

You make a surprised noise in the back of your throat. “Well, it’s not a competition, is it?”

Both men look guilty.

You scoff. “Okay, well, I’ll process whatever the fuck that means tomorrow, right now I just need to cum or I’m going to lose my mind.”

Yoongi groans, hands falling to latch onto your hips, and you feel the bed shift as Hoseok tips you over onto your back, hands wrapping around your knees, and lifting your hips up to his face.

Your legs drape over his shoulder, and you’re all but upside down, resting on the bed with the top of your back. As Hoseok licks a broad stripe up your pussy, you shiver, hands flying out to steady yourself on the mattress.

The obscene sound of Yoongi jacking off fills your ears as Hobi buries his face between your legs. At first, he drinks up your arousal, scooping it out of you with the curve of his tongue and sucking it off your lips. As he moves, the bridge of his nose rubs up and down your clit, and you feel all the muscles in your upper thighs firing as you’re finally given proper stimulation.

Once his roving tongue cleans you up, he props your lower back up with one hand and uses the other to curl a finger inside you, wiggling it back and forth rather than thrusting in and out. He pairs the insistent rubbing against your g-spot with his teeth dragging lightly over your clit, lighting your nerves on fire.

You keen and arch your pelvis up to meet him, and slowly feel around for Yoongi, as the wet smacking sounds get faster and faster. Your hand bumps into his, and your heart soars in the midst of everything as he interlocks his fingers with yours, holding on to you tightly with one hand hand as he furiously jacks off with the other.

It’s an embarrassingly short time before you feel the momentum of an orgasm building, and Hoseok takes the opportunity to slowly increase the number of fingers he’s crooking inside of you; two, then three bunched up, until he’s fucking you with three fingers held out flat, working you open.

It takes one solid suck on your clit to catapult you over the edge, and you clasp onto Yoongi’s hand until your knuckles turn white as Hoseok only speeds up, tearing you through your orgasm. At some point in the blinding pleasure, he has to take his dripping fingers out of you so that he can hold your pelvis to him and stop you from accidentally breaking his nose with your wildly bucking hips.

As pleasure turns to the stinging bite of overstimulation, you hear a guttural ‘fuck!’ and the squeeze of Yoongi’s fingers around yours as he reaches his own orgasm. The two of you come down together, breathing heavily, moaning softly until the aftershocks die down.

Hoseok lets you down onto the bed gently, before shaking out his wrists to work out the tension in his muscles.

For being the only person in the room who hasn’t cum yet, Hoseok looks pretty self-satisfied. The whole bottom half of his face, from his cheeks down, is gleaming with your juices, and the sides of his hair are pressed against his temples from where your thighs tightened around him.

“Why are you so smug?” you manage to huff out, heart rate slowly returning to normal.

He dips his head towards Yoongi. “This idiot blew his load, so now I’ll be the one to get to fuck you.”

You shift onto your elbows so you can follow his gaze. Yoongi is lying on his back, panting like he’s run a marathon. The hand that isn’t still linked with yours is covered with his own cum, the rest of which is spattered around his stomach. His dick is softening, spent. The man in question scoffs in displeasure. “I’m older than you, punk, don’t speak to me like that.”

“Well, do you think you can fuck her right now?”

Yoongi’s silence is his answer.

You roll your eyes. “I’m still here, you know. Besides, who ever said only one of you got to fuck me?”

Yoongi lets out a miserable whine and lets go of your hand, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Hoseok licks his palm and tugs at his dick a few times, making sure he’s ready. “You can stay and watch, or you can go have a shower, up to you. But if you fall asleep with your dick out I’m not going to move you.”

Yoongi huffs, but sits up and gets off the bed slowly, ambling over to your dresser, where there’s a box of tissues. He pulls out a wad and begins cleaning himself off.

Hobi, not interested in delaying any longer, shuffles over on his knees, hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, and stops in front of you. “How do you want me?” he asks, ignoring Yoongi’s scoff of derision from the other side of the room.

You hum a little, considering. “I’m too tired to do much. Can you just take me from behind?”

Hoseok’s mouth opens and closes a few times. “Can I just-? God, I love you,” he groans, and helps you flip over onto your stomach, sticking your ass in the air and resting on your forearms.

You feel him line himself up, and with a long, drawn-out groan, he sinks into you languidly. He’s certainly less girthy than Tae, and maybe a bit shorter, but it means that it’s no time at all for you to adjust and give him the all-clear to start moving.

He doesn’t last long with the rate he goes at, clearly too horny and desperate to think about drawing it out, and his lightning-quick thrusts take him only a few minutes to get to the edge. At one point, to his credit, he reaches down a hand to rub at your clit, but you’re too tired to come again, and you bat his hand away.

He doesn’t protest, instead putting all his energy into reaching orgasm, grunting and moaning far louder than Yoongi did before. You feel his rhythm begin to falter, and a few moments later you feel a hot rush deep inside you as he comes.

Ever the gentleman, Hoseok, pulls out and collapses onto his back beside you rather than on top of you.

You reach down a hand to cup your vagina, trying to avoid cum dripping onto your sheets, and wiggle your way off the bed.

Hoseok sighs. “You didn’t cum again, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi’s sitting in your armchair when you stand up, and he holds out a bunch of tissues to you with a grin. You accept it gratefully, cleaning up the inside of your thighs and your pussy before getting the semen out from where it seeped between your fingers. “It would’ve been too much too soon, oppa. Don’t worry,” you say breezily, “there’s always next time.”

“Is there?” Yoongi asks softly, his eyes looking imploringly into yours.

“I’d like there to be,” you reply honestly.

He smiles at you warmly.

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