#i like hot older men who could kill me what can i say

[saeist]

“set me up with rin”

you slammed your hands against the hard wood table. scaring the shit out of shidou and aiku

“jesus fuck!” shidou puts a hand on his chest

“feisty. i like it!” aiku reacts, doing a little finger gun

“you didn’t say the magic word” sae murmurs, completely unbothered by your whole ruckus. you could say he’s used to it at this point

your eyes widened hearing sae’s response. did he finally agree to help you out?

“pretty please” you bat your eyelashes at your best friend, who wasn’t even looking at you by the way. he was currently reading something off what seems to be the latest edition of a sports magazine

sae silently flips the magazine onto the next page before looking at you dead in the eye. you watch his mouth open, ready to hear a certain sentence you’ve been wanting to hear for the past few weeks

“no.” he says flatly before turning his attention back to the magazine

both shidou and aiku break into boisterous laughter. only to be silenced by the librarian

“shh!” the librarian shushes. “one more ruckus from your table and i’m kicking the four of you out!” she whisper-yells, typing away on her computer

you dramatically slide into the seat next to sae, leaning on his shoulder as you reach over to tug his hand

“sae c’mon! you know i like him! so do me a favor as your favorite friend and set me up with your cute little brother” you cried out, tugging on his hand again and again

sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches his hand back

“that’s exactly why i won’t set you up with him” sae grimaces

“and that is?!”

“that you like my little brother” sae says casually. closing the damned magazine and tossing it to shidou who was busy laughing at something on his phone with aiku

“that’s barely a reason” you point out, “would it kill you to help your friend that's desperate for a lover?" you add, dramatically falling limp onto his lap

sae pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance. he's heard of this dramatic monologue of yours for a hot minute. ever since he introduced you to his brother, you have not shut up about him since.

it was a mistake on sae's end. he shouldn't have brought you, along with shidou and aiku along for dinner back at his place but it was his mom who pestered him into bringing you guys over for dinner as his mother wanted to meet who sae's friends at college were

"i didn't know y/n-chan was into younger men" shidou quips, poking your nose as you glared daggers at his face

"rin is just like a year younger than sae, let alone me" you retort

"point still stands, y/n-chan" aiku chimes in a sing-song voice, "why do you like him anyway and not the hotter, better and wiser older brother here?" he continues

you dreamily sigh, still on sae's lap as you think about rin

"well first of all, he's a cutie. second, he gives me tsundere vibes but then again, his brother right here is the same kind so i'm pretty sure it runs in the family and... i guess that's about it" you list off the nice things you can say about rin from the top of your head, "no offense sae, i think you're hot and all but just not my type" you poke your tongue at your best friend who only flicks your forehead in retaliation

"that's it?" shidou asks, feeling a little anti climactic about the whole thing. to him it sounded like you had a good reasons on why you were crushing hard on the other itoshi

"oh! and the fact that he's 6'1" you clasp your hands together, "and also that he's trying so hard to be the star player at our local college team and i find it really cute" you gush

"he obviously doesn't have a choice but to try and beat his hotter and better older brother. right, rin?" sae nudges someone beside him.

wait a second, did he just call out to rin?

you quickly scramble off sae's lap, bumping your head against the table in the process

both aiku and shidou let out an "oof, that's gotta hurt" making you more embarrassed than you already are. you glared at them for a brief second before turning your head to the side to see rin looking all confused and to be honest, a little weirded out

"hey rin. what brings you here?" you sweetly wave at the younger itoshi in front of you.

from the corner of your eye, you can see sae rolling his eyes and mumbling "dumbass" under his breath. before you can smack sae, rin speaks up

"my brother" rin nods his head towards sae who only gives him a look of annoyance before motioning him to spit out whatever he came for

"coach says there's been a change of plans regarding the away games and wants to have a team meeting later at the field" rin reports all stoic

sae huffs, "you couldn't just texted me this information or?"

"you blocked my number, remember?" rin rolls his eyes, gripping on his sling bag.

you let out a little gasp and smacked sae on his shoulder upon hearing the news that your best friend has blocked his little brother's number.

"sae! why would you block your brother?!" you nag, wagging your finger in front of sae's face. sae swats your hand away before he attempts to grab rin for pushing him under the bus like that when you're around

"anyway, that's all. also, mom wants you home for dinner. bye guys, bye y/n" rin shyly waves at you before he trudges away out of the library, away from his brother's impending wrath

as rin disappears from sight, suddenly an idea pops into your mind. it's just a simple favor. the next time you see him, you'll ask rin for his help, and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something more.

"that little runt.. he's gonna get it from me" sae hisses, pulling out his phone to probably unblock rin now that you know that he got his brother blocked. sae looks over at your face in case you were about to yell his ear off but instead he was greeted with a little smile on your face

oh no. he knows that devious smile of yours

"my dearest beloved sae.. put in a good word for me to rin, would ya?" you wink

[dreamwritesimagines]

Theory of Gravity

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: Making small talk can be difficult with a crush.

Word Count: 1234

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Content: Drinking, reader being awkward because she has a crush, flirting

Contrary to popular belief, snitching on the whereabouts of a very dangerous mobster in the bar you worked in and possibly getting killed or maimed in the process was not a good plan for a Friday night but to be completely honest, you had done worse things over a silly little crush.

Like back in college freshman year when you pretended to be into music biopics just so that the hot guy in your elective would think you two were meant to be.

So if anything, this was a pattern.

“Logan?” you said as you put his drink in front of him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“What was Galileo like?”

He blinked a couple of times, the familiar scowl that seemed to be etched on his handsome face getting deeper and you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” he said. “I will lose all the belief I’ve never had in the first place in this country’s education system if you’re serious.”

You gave him a bright smile. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I figured it was better than asking how the public took it when Newton came up with the theory of gravity.”  

The look on his face couldn’t be described with anything but complete horror and you let out a laugh, then went to serve another customer before quickly making your way to him.

“I’m just messing with you,” you said, leaning against the bar as you stole a look at the mobster sitting by the table with his men, then to Wade who was very, very busy with Vanessa by the corner.

“You look nervous,” Logan pointed out, making your head whip up before you cleared your throat.

“Nah, not at all,” you said. “I’m just thinking that if I die tonight, I’ll die doing what I love.”

“Which is?”

Gazing at older men who couldn’t look less interested in me.

“Being surrounded by drunk people who want to give me money,” you said. “Not a bad way to go.”

He scoffed into his drink before taking a sip while you nibbled on your lip, shifting your weight.

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” he said, his voice gruff. “We’re just waiting for his partner to show up, then we will deal with them both.”

You nodded your head. “Yeah. Sure, I know.”

“Do you?”

You nodded again, absentmindedly reaching out to play with the cocktail straw on the counter, painfully aware of his gaze on you that made your face burn.

“How’s grad school?”

…He remembered.

He remembered you saying that the last time he and Wade were here.

One simple observer would’ve thought he was on his knees proclaiming his undying love for you with the way your heartbeat went insane and his eyebrows rose as if he could hear it, but you quickly casted the thought away from your mind; that was surely impossible.

“Oh it’s going well!” you said, your voice going high-pitched for a moment. “Came for the hot professors, stayed for the education—I’m joking,” you added in a haste, waving a hand in the air. “I’m a very…very deep and intellectual individual.”

“Uh huh.”

“And none of my professors are hot,” you muttered and wiped at the damp spot on the counter with a napkin. “They should put that on the brochure if you ask me, it’s important information.”

“So you’ll be a doctor?”

“If by some miracle my dissertation goes through the jury,” you pointed out. “How about you? How’s your roommate situation with Wade going?”

He only grumbled something under his breath and you bit back a smile, then topped his drink.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

If there was one thing you hated the idea of more than dying was proving Freud right but it looked like you were going two for two tonight.

“So uh,” you said, trying to ignore the goosebumps rising on your arms because of his deep voice. “Hey, at least you have the place to yourself sometimes, no? When Wade is with Vanessa? Should give you some time to…bring someone home.”

And I volunteer as tribute.

He raised his brows, his unwavering gaze pinning you to your spot and you cleared your throat.

“Or—or someones,” you stammered. “Sky is the limit if you’re into that sort of thing. Now that it came up by the way, are…are you?”

“Am I bringing people home?” he asked as if he wanted to make sure that was what you were asking and you shrugged your shoulders, your face on fire.

“I’m just asking because, you know,” you began the sentence without having a clue on how you would finish it as usual. “I’m great at giving relationship advice, so if you were in a relationship I could be your own personal relationship coach.”

He pulled his brows together in confusion and you reached out to get the bowl full of peanut shells from his right just so that you could keep yourself busy, then turned the bowl over the garbage can.

“I’m not,” he said and you swallowed thickly.

“Who has the time for that these days, am I right?”

“Do you have—”

“Yes I have the time!” you cut him off, nodding your head in enthusiasm, your heart beating in your ears but he had already finished his sentence;

“…ice?”

You hoped to God tonight was the night you’d die because if that mobster in the corner didn’t shoot you, you were going to have to ask Wade to do it just to save you from this embarrassment.

“Oh,” you said after a beat as he stared at you. “Yeah—yeah I have ice, sorry.”

You rushed to get some ice and put it into his whiskey, biting inside your cheek and he cleared his throat.

“You don’t want to go out with me sweetheart.”

Well good news was that you had already made a fool of yourself so one could think the bar for your self-respect couldn’t get any lower, but boy oh boy you had already brought your metaphorical shovel.  

“I disagree,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I would very much love to if you were interested.”

“You think I’m not interested?”

“I feel like I’d have a better chance at proving you’re not interested with dates and references than my own thesis,” you pointed out. “And that’s saying something—”

“I am interested,” he cut you off, making your eyes widen and you gawked at him, frozen in your spot. “Trust me, that’s not the problem here.”

“Am I getting the I’m too dangerous for you speech?” you heard yourself ask through disbelief. “Because screw that speech. Honestly, the only thing I’m focused on in here is if you—fuck!”

He pulled his brows together. “If I—?”

“No no!” you said as you pointed at the back door where two men were dragging Wade through. “Wade!”

Logan cussed under his breath as he shot up from his stool.

“Don’t go anywhere, we’ll talk about this later,” he told you and made his way to the back door while you heaved a sigh, leaning back to the counter as he stepped outside and you caught the sight of him grabbing a man by the neck before the door slammed shut. You pressed a hand over your chest, then tilted your head back with a groan.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself. “That was smooth.”

[cosmicdahlias]

A Night on The Stan O’ War II

a stan and ford x reader fic

MINORS DNI

You work at a bar in a seaside town. Two attractive older men walk in and they invite you back to their boat for a night of debauchery.

warnings: threesome, oral, huge age gap (reader is in their 20’s), slapping, usage of the word “daddy”

this is my first threesome fic. i don’t write about stan nearly as much as i do ford, but i would KILL to be eiffel towered by them. 😩 also i feel like them bickering while fucking you is incredibly in character for both of them.

You were waiting tables at the bar in the small port town you resided in. It was nothing to write home about, but it payed the bills. You were in the process of wiping down tables when two older men walked in. You could tell immediately from how alike they were that they were brothers, maybe even twins. You’d always had a thing for older men and you found both of them to be incredibly handsome. You approached their table.

“Hey there, my name’s y/n. What can I get for you two gentlemen?”

“I’ll take a whiskey, toots.” One of the men said in a gruff voice, he was very clearly eyeing you up.

“A bourbon for me, please.” The other tried to be more discreet, but he was definitely looking at you with the same lust as his brother.

As the night went on you started to find excuses to come to their table and it was obvious they didn’t mind one bit. You brought out another round of drinks, noticing when one of them went to grab his drink that he had six fingers. You shamelessly wondered what those six fingers could do, when the rougher of the two spoke.

“Hey, so uhh, we were thinkin’, we’ve seen you looking at us all night and we thought maybe you’d like to come back with one of us.”

Your heart skipped a beat, holy fuck yes. You were debating on who to choose when the perfect idea dawned on you.

“What if I want both of you?”

They exchanged glances with each other before the scholarly looking one answered.

“Only if you think you can handle it, sweetheart.”

You smirked. “Oh I’m more than capable. I get off at 12.”

The gruff one cocked a devilish smile. “Trust me, toots, it won’t be the only time you get off tonight. I’m Stan, the nerd over there is Ford, my brother.”

-

The brothers waited outside for you to finish your shift. You locked the door behind you.

“Okay, so where’s your guys’ place?” You asked.

“We have a boat moored nearby.” Ford answered.

You walked the short distance to the docks, arriving a decently sized boat, the name “Stan O’ War II” inscribed on the hull. They helped you onto the boat and led you down to the cabin below deck, you sat yourself on one of the beds. You were a little nervous, you’d never had a threesome before.

“So… how do we want to start thi-“

Stan interrupted you with a kiss rougher than his voice, you fell back on the bed with him on top of you, his hands immediately grabbing at your breasts.

Ford rolled his eyes. “Way to be a gentleman, Stanley.”

“Come on, you expect me to just stand there when they look like that? With that skirt and those tits? Now are you gonna watch or are you gonna get in on this?” Stan said between kisses.

“I was getting to that, move over.”

Stan sat you up and shifted to your left, his lips never leaving you. Ford traced circles on your inner thighs, you shuddered at the sensation.

“So what’s someone as pretty and young as you doing wanting to have sex with two old men?” Ford inquired.

“What can I say? I have an affinity for salt and pepper hair. I find men get better with age, more experience.” You said, momentarily breaking away from Stan to grab Ford by the sweater and pull him into a kiss.

Stan laughed. “Heh, that might be true for me, sugar, but you would NOT believe what poindexter over here has been up to for the past 30 years. And I’ll tell you there definitely wasn’t any hot young tail to go around.”

Ford gave an audible groan of annoyance and started to take off your clothes. He pulled your top over your head and unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your arms.

He took a shuddering breath. “My stars, your breasts are gorgeous.”

“Tell me about it.” Stan said, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and biting it, his stubble tickling your breast.

Ford returned his attention to getting your clothes off of you. He pulled off your skirt and followed with your panties, sliding them down your legs, he gave a small gasp at your wetness.

“Good god sweetheart, you’re so wet. You really wanted us, didn’t you?”

Stan smirked against your breast. “Of course they do! You think they’d be able to resist the charms of us two silver foxes?”

You nodded. “When you guys walked into the bar tonight I secretly hoped you’d be into something like this.”

“We seriously didn’t think you’d reciprocate. It was a complete shot in the dark, but look at you, so eager for the both of us.” Ford said as he sank to his knees in front of you.

“Hey, you might’ve thought that, but I knew I’d have them swooning within the hour. No one can resist Stan the man.” He said, flexing his arms.

Ford rolled his eyes and lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders. He circled your clit with his thumb for a moment before replacing it with his mouth and tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair as Stan returned his lips to yours, tongue darting down your throat, hands caressing your breasts.

Ford lapped at your clit, taking in your taste and scent.

“God, you taste so good.” He said, moaning against you.

Stan laughed. “Damn, sixer. I didn’t know you enjoyed eating pussy this much.”

Ford scoffed. “I happen to find eliciting an orgasm from another person to be incredibly rewarding, their pleasure is mine.”

“Good god, you’re so pussy whipped.”

“I’m trying to concentrate here, Stanley.”

You felt your orgasm build, you tightened your grip on Ford’s hair.

“Good girl, that’s it, you’re almost there.” Ford cooed.

You panted, the sensation of being eaten out by Ford and felt up by Stan was overwhelming. You bucked your hips somewhat involuntarily against Ford’s tongue.

You reeled your head back cumming all over Ford’s mouth. He didn’t stop, slipping two fingers inside you and curling them at your g-spot, he wanted to make you cum again. It didn’t take long to coax it out of you, you gripped his hair so hard you almost ripped out a few strands, cumming on his face for a second time.

You fell back on the bed, you were practically floating. You panted breathlessly, attempting to steady yourself. Ford stood up, leaned over and kissed you, you could taste yourself on him. You sat up and looked at both of them, cracking a smirk.

“Both of you, strip for me.” You said in your best sultry voice.

“Of course, princess.” Ford said.

Stan grinned. “Get ready for the show, sweet cheeks.”

They began removing their clothes. Stan gave you the full stripper experience, running his hands seductively over his body. You wondered to yourself if he’d ever done this before, it sure seemed like he had.

You watched them hungrily as they revealed their figures. Stan was paunchy and soft whereas Ford was more built with a slight muscle definition, yet both of them were incredibly hot to you. You stared at them and couldn’t help but notice the multiple scars that littered Ford’s body. You had no idea what kind of hell he must’ve been through, but it had clearly been a lot.

As they pulled off their boxers you took in the absolutely glorious sight. They were both incredibly hung, over 8 inches. Their cocks were nearly identical, but Stan’s had significantly more girth. Stan caught you obviously staring.

“Like what ya see, angel?” Big, isn’t it?” He said, giving himself a few strokes.

“Bragging is unbecoming of a gentleman, Stanley.” Ford chastised.

“Hey, I know what I got, so I’m gonna flaunt it. Now, on all fours, toots.” Stan commanded, getting on the bed.

He came up behind you and angled his cock against you and unceremoniously shoved himself inside you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on your waist. He was so thick it felt like you were being ripped in half, you cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Oh shit, you alright?” Stan asked.

“Yeah I’m okay, it just hurts so good.”

He cocked a smile. “Damn, you like it rough don’t you?”

Ford got on his knees in front of you, tilting your chin up and stroking your lips with his thumb.

“Your lips are so soft, sweetheart.”

He slowly slid his cock in your mouth and began gingerly fucking your mouth, trying very hard to not make you choke.

“You ever done anything like this before, sugar? Gotten fucked by two men at the same time?” Stan said as he started pumping himself inside you.

You shook your head with Ford’s cock in your mouth.

“No? What do you think, huh? You like getting fucked by men old enough to be your dad?” Stan asked.

You nodded.

He grabbed your ass. “Good girl, so fucking dirty.”

Ford ran his fingers through your hair. “That’s right, you’re such a good girl, taking the both of us at the same time.”

Stan thrusted aggressively, each one forcing his brother’s cock deeper down your throat, you gagged around him.

“Easy, Stanley, you’ll make them choke.” Ford warned.

“Sorry, can’t help it, they feel too good. So- nngh- fucking tight.” Stan grunted.

You started to move your hips back against him.

“Yeah, that’s right, good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” Stan groaned.

He gave an incredibly hard slap to your ass, you yelped with Ford still in your mouth, a welt began to form.

“Hey, watch it! You don’t know if they like that sort of thing.” Ford scolded.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh come off it, sixer. They can speak for themself.”

You pulled yourself off of Ford’s cock just long enough to give a response before taking him back in your mouth.

“It’s okay, I love it.”

“See? They ‘love it’.” Stan said with a smirk.

“Consent is still important, Stanley.” Ford huffed.

Stan picked up his pace, god he loved this, using you like his own personal fucktoy.

“Jesus, that tight little pussy is gonna make me cum.” Stan groaned.

He gripped your hips and got a few good thrusts in before pulling out and cumming all over your back with a loud moan. Ford pulled himself out of your mouth, he leaned over and whispered in your ear while stroking your cheek.

“You did so well for us, sweetheart.”

Your legs shook, exhausted from being on your hands and knees for so long. You collapsed on your stomach.

Stan breathed raggedly trying to collect himself, then got off the bed and started putting his boxers back on.

“Alright, I’m gonna go out for a smoke, I’ll leave you two crazy kids alone. Have fun.” Stan said with a wink.

He started to head out, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Geez, you got me schvitzing here, toots.” He closed the cabin door behind him.

Ford turned his attention back to you. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

He got up and retrieved a towel and began wiping his brother’s cum off of your back.

“There we go.” He said softly.

He picked you up and laid you down with your head on the pillow and got on top of you. He tilted your chin up and kissed you deeply.

“I know you enjoyed being ravaged by Stanley, but now it’s my turn and I want to make love to you. Is that okay with you, princess?”

You nodded fervently.

“Good girl. I know my cock isn’t as thick as his, but still if it hurts I want you to bite down on my shoulder. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He blushed. “Daddy? How come didn’t call Stanley that?”

“You have stronger daddy vibes.”

He chuckled. “I’m very flattered, princess.”

He slowly started to insert himself making sure to give you time to adjust while kissing you, you moaned into his mouth.

He reached the hilt of his shaft. “Does that feel good? I’m not hurting you am I?”

You shook your head. “You feel so good, daddy.”

He chuckled. “Keep calling me that and I won’t be able to last very long.”

He began moving his hips, finding a steady, gentle rhythm.

“God, now I see what Stanley was talking about, you feel incredible. So warm and tight.”

He and Stan might’ve been twins, but the ways they fucked you were as different as night and day. Where Stan was rough and fast, Ford was so much more slow and passionate.

“From the moment I saw you I knew I would have to have you. The way your thighs looked in that skirt and the way your breasts bounced as you walked, god you looked so tantalizing. When you would bend over the table to serve us our drinks it got me so hard immediately. If you hadn’t come back with us I would’ve had to spend the rest of my night stroking my cock while picturing you.”

“I’m not gonna lie, Ford, I was bending over on purpose. I knew what I was doing. Knowing I was turning on two older gentlemen was so hot. I had to steal myself away to the bathroom and touch myself because of how worked up I got with you looking at me like that. You and your brother were practically fucking me with your eyes.”

“We wanted you so bad, it was all we could talk about.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair again. He buried his nose into the dip of your collarbone. You moved yourself back against him, drawing out a moan.

“I’m so close, baby girl. Can I cum in you?” He panted.

“Please, daddy.” You begged.

Your words made him throb. “Good girl.”

He slightly increased his pace, still making sure to be gentle. He came deep inside you, coating your walls in a thick layer of cum.

“Stars, you are… amazing.” He said, completely breathless.

You kissed him as he pulled out, lying next to you. You nuzzled into Ford’s chest, he stroked your back, the gentle waves of the ocean rocking the boat.

“You know, we’re going to be here for a full week. If you want, we could do this every night. How does that sound, princess?”

“Like a dream, handsome.”

He kissed you. “Good, I’m very happy to hear that.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment or two before you broke it.

“Can I ask you a question, Ford?”

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“What happened to you? You have so many scars.”

He gave a small smile. “It’s… a long story, but let’s just say I went through quite the adventure in the last 30 years.”

A few minutes later Stan walked through the door. “Got room for one more?”

You smiled. “The more the merrier.”

Stan climbed into the bed, spooning you.

He chuckled to himself. “See, sixer? I told you we’d find babes.”

[gamblersdoll]

𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵’ 𝒀𝑶𝑼!

𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.. 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉?

cam-girl! reader, heavy themes of stalking, masturbation (f and m)sukuna finds reader, demonic possession, anal, double stuffing, oral, fingering, restraint. not proof read!

“alright babies, what nasty little requests do you have for me tonight?” your upbeat voice sends a wave of pleasure of the men, women and thembos that watched your pornographic stream. you read some of the comments, and it makes you chuckle. “no, i dont have a partner.”

some questions you pretend you dont see, either it being borderline obvious a troll or some are just.. actually disgusting.

but one stood out to you, some weird name that you hadnt seen before. you briefly check the user, something of old japanese that you really didnt understand— the user was paying at least fifteen hundred a month for a subscription.

shit, fuck it, we ball.

“i have a proposal, you do a consensual non consent video with someone. what do you think?” you read aloud, a smirk on your face and giggle. “that would depend on who would do it with me.”

some comments explode, the idea being a mixed message and some find it weird. some find it a little hot, and some comments were actually just stupid. you can see who types, who deletes, and who likes. the comments slow a bit, the older japanese user still typing.

‘maōyōkai’: i mean, i would adore doing something like that with you. especially with how tiny and small your body is.

it makes you bite your lip, the thought of this hidden person touching you? maybe it was wrong, getting your pussy wet and throbbing over a stranger off the fucking internet.. but its the internet, not a coworker.

you untie your top, letting your breast fall and nipples immediately hardening at the cool air hitting against the nerve endings. you watch how many people lose their minds over some tits.. they were merely tits. but you bring your knees to your chest, spreading your legs apart and showing how your panties merely cover your clit and folds.

‘maōyōkai’: take it off, be good for me.

you lick your lips, peeling your panties off and spreading yourself open again. your clit twitches a bit, arousal pulsing through you. your fingers slip down to your folds and spread them open, your entrance blowing a small kiss..

‘maōyōkai’: just ready for some cock, arent you?

you nod, “indeed.” and put your fingers inside your mouth, showing the camera your tongue swirling around your fingers, slipping your fingers inside of your cunny. you moan, curling your fingers up and dramatically rolling your eyes back.

not really focusing on the comments, but thinking about this mysterious man behind the screen ravaging into your walls. what could he look like? how talk were he? was he handsome? you didnt know, but you needed to find out. you didnt think right now, though. all you worried about was how good everything felt.

you push your breast up, taking a nipple into your mouth and grinding your fingers into your gspot. it feels so good, being able to let go and forget the actual life that you have outside of porn.

‘maōyōkai’: ask for permission to cum, you want to be my good girl dont you?

and that did set a few comments off, saying ‘she doesnt need permission to orgasm!’ or ‘come on man, youre going to make it longer for others to cum.’ but maōyōkai didnt care. this wasnt about them, it was about getting you to orgasm and for him to orgasm. you nod, pressing deeper. “can i cum?”

he agrees, calling you his good girl and you fall apart infront of the camera.

however, on the other end of the screen.. lies a monster, a demon that’s pretending to be a man. it transforms, a tall nine foot man with many tattoos on the demon. red eyes stare into the screen, if looks could kill, the screen would be dead.

he chuckles, watching the small girl— you, pants and recollect yourself and bid farewell’s to your followers, his eyes flickering to the “live ended.”

after a day of no live, you finally do go live, again. only because you needed some extra money for your birthday. the comments flood of course, but your secret admirer joins as well.

something weird? he joins as soon as you tap the ‘go live’ button.

“i am hosting a little event for now! if anyone can guess my favorite lucky number, they get a private dm, access to ten videos and five photos, and a discount of thirty percent off for the rest of the year!” you beam, the numbers starting to flood. “no, that’s incorrect, sorry!”

‘maōyōkai’: these people are so off and wrong. the demon says through the screen, having to say it in a new era way to make himself believable.

“oh? then what is it?” you ask, crossing your legs and drinking the red liquid that hits your sultry lips. “youre so confident.”

maōyōkai: its literally just seven. or triple seven.

you become intrigued, hands rising to clap an applause for him and you smile. “correct, after the live, ill dm you!” you chuckle, seeing some disappointed comments and then ending the live.

after about ten minutes, you message the mysterious man that guess correctly. you send a simple ‘hello,’ and he’s already typing away.

‘maōyōkai’: hello, gorgeous.

you bite your nail, adjusting his subscription amount and meanwhile collecting the photos and videos that were promised. you click ‘send,’ waiting on the three dots and then read.

‘maōyōkai’: god, you really are a tiny thing. i would swallow you whole.

it throws you off, swallow you whole?

he types again, inquiring a question.

‘maōyōkai’: i have another proposal, how about me and you voice call, and ill help you have the best orgasm of your life.

your heart throbs, texting out an ‘okay’ to this stranger, waiting on for him to pick up the voice chat.

“helloo?” you curiously say, hearing some silence on the other end and then breathing.

“so you actually agreed.” he gruffs out, a small chuckle in the background. “did you have fun teasing me the other day?” he asks, silence still.

“teasinggg?” you pout, “i wasnt teasing you?” you say that, hand going in your shirt and tweaking with your nipple.

“you definitely are right now, with the way your pulling your nipples in an attempt to cum.” he grumbles, on the other line, him pulling one of his cocks out.

your heart skips a beat, maybe you were being too loud and he figured you out? no, he was way too specific.

“come now, dont want to keep me waiting, do you?” he asks, holding back his smirk and smile.

“how did you know i was playing with my nipples?” you ask, a eyebrow raised and with a teasing, nervous smile.

“tell you what, how about me and you, wednesday night and ill give you a good time.” he proposes, a expectant sigh on the other end.

“uhem.. thats not what i do, sorry.” you chuckle out, “i dont meet up with anyone, i believe it says that on the—“

“so you tease me, then wont do the ideas i give out, and now you’re not even going to let me fuck you?” he barks out, the atmosphere changing and you grow nervous.. scared. “what, you cant call off of work at five pm?”

your eyes widen, and your heart drops. “how do you?—“ you cut yourself off, ending the call to scramble to his account and block him. you cancel his subscription, deleting your account all together.

you toss your phone, clutching your chest and breathe deeply to calm yourself. this was too much, you couldnt have said anything too personal, right? you only said that your lucky favorite fucking number was seven!

it doesnt matter now, if he has your body photos, then youll just sue for damages and revenge porn. its okay, just go to sleep and itll all be fine.

you press the clock in button, sighing as the long hours would pass by and you just had to basically turn down your other set of income. its not like you were proud of the whole thing, with the way everything is right now? who the fuck cares.

customers were a pain in the ass, the way they spoke and reeked of entitlement always irritated you. you were a simple coffee and bake shop, but the question of who the fuck gets coffee at ten at night?

you sit in the break room, a coworker coming up to you and begging and pleading.

“pleaaaseee take this customer, i really have to pee!” yayorozu says, thanking you when you sigh and get up. you just clocked in, and shes already on your nerves.

“hi, how can i help—“ you pause, looking at the nine foot tall man and swallowing thick air. “how can i help you..?” you ask, deja vu running through your veins.

“so this is what you do actually.” he mumbles, red eyes staring into you and two sets of arms fold together. he chuckles when he sees your face going pale, and he clicks his tongue. “shouldnt had left me so suddenly like that.”

“i’m sorry, what are you talking about?” you ask, pretending to not know what hes saying. he tilts his head slightly, signaling you to look behind you and seeing the white and red haired individual come out of the break room.

“shes gone, so you are alone, master sukuna.”

“sukuna?” you ask, looking back to the man who towered over you, fear starting to flush inside of you.

“that is my name, little one.” he says, “but you might know me as maōyōkia.” he watches your face flush, you feel like you could vomit. “and would you look at that, its wednesday.”

you drop everything, attempting to run but the demon grabs ahold of you. “let me go!” you squeal, feeling his hands on your breasts and holding you in his arms as his belly mouth licks at your exposed stomach.

“ah ah, dont run now, tiny human.” he says, whispering your ear. “this isnt going to be the end, not at all.”

“w-what do you want? what are you?!”

“im a demon, you should have seen that coming.” he pats your head, feigning as if he was trying to console you. “and quite frankly, demons can take whoever they find as a best fit for them.”

“yeah, bullshit!” you scream, earning a disapproving look. “youre a fucking stalker, you asshat!”

“im a stalker now?” he asks, smirking with an evil grin. “were you saying that when you barely knew me and you thought about me being balls deep inside?” he recalls, the hand he had going up your skirt.

you blink once, twice, three times.. was that even you?

“no, it wasnt. i was only having you act and think your most carnal desire.” he answered for you, your heart dropped. “you mustn’t know much about demons, do you?”

you shook your head no.

“i can have you do whatever i wanted if i did, i could make you suck me off, if i truly desired to.” he confirmed, his fingers slipping inside of you. “do you like that im practically inside of you?”

you pant a bit, feeling like it was a crime committed for having such a demon on the verge of ruining you. “i..” you try to lie, but there were no point. “i do.”

he cackles for a second, turning your rear end towards his stomach and it laps up at your sopping cunt. “thats the spirit! knew you were a good girl at heart!”

you moan in surprise, the belly mouths’ tongue slipping its way into your walls and pressing against your cervix. you squirm, the feeling being all too new for you and you whine. “s—sukuna!”

“its good to know that im not controlling this.” he notes for you, pulling your hair back and looking into your eyes. “the mouth has a mind of its own, so you might want to play nice.”

you nod, the demons’ belly devouring each flavor and scent until you were creaming on its taste buds, and the flavor being stuck on its tongue forever. your legs shake a bit, his arms holding you up and resting against the bakery counter.

“you must be all prepared and ready to go, girl.” he says in your ear, him pressing down on your lower stomach just a tad as he slips himself inside. “and ill be gentle with this one, too.” he coos, slipping his secondary cock inside of your back door.

“wait—“

“it doesnt matter if you ‘cleaned’ or not, im not going to care what state its in.” he grins, a cheshire smile on his face as he pulls your body up, then pulling it back down on his demonic cocks.

your moans reverberate throughout the bakery, sultry moans and squeals as he double stuffs you with vigor as his cock plunge in and out of your ass and cunny. “yet, you dont do meet ups, huh?” he laughs down to you, watching your eyes roll back and cross. “such a silly little human, youre going to belong to me for life!” he groans, nails digging into your skin as he slams his hips into you with vigor.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!” you cry, tears dribbling down your cheeks. you hear him growl, the growl being a echo and deep as he stills inside of your walls. you feel heat rush to your brain, the demonic semen knotting within your walls and you convulse.

“your body’s reacting so good to my semen, human.” he chuckles, beckoning the demons’ henchperson to him. “grab this woman a towel, and clothes.”

“youre coming home with me.”

[lunajay33]

The Bad Guy

•🩵🪽🌪️🪵•

Summary: You know it’s wrong to be attracted to the man that turned your community upside down but how could you not crave Negan, the man your father hates

Pairing: Negan Smith x Ricks Daughter

Warnings: Suggestive

•Masterlist•

I couldn’t help it, the first time I saw him was when he first visited Alexandria to steal everything with his men, but when I walked out of the house I stayed in with Michonne, Daryl, and my brother sister and father, I saw him standing there in all his terrifying glory

“And who’s this gorgeous thing, hot damn!” He exclaimed with the biggest smirk as he stood infront of me, my dad glaring daggers at him

My knees got weak and I couldn’t take my eyes away from him

“Hmmmm I like this one” then him and all his men packed up and were gone leaving me with an urge I’ve never really felt before

“Oh sweetheart I’m sorry that must’ve been scary” Michonne said as she led me inside, I wanted to laugh but I couldn’t let them know how I thought of the man who terrorized them

For the next couple of weeks all I could think about was him, his scruffy beard, the way he smirked when he was looking down at me, the way his cologne smelled like forests and manly, this man consumed my thoughts every waking moment

Then one blessed day I hear a commotion outside as trucks pulled in and there he stood with his bat and a white shirt, dad was gone on a run so Negan could wander around and do as he pleases, so this is the perfect opportunity, I check myself in the mirror quickly before quickly leaving the house leaning against the porch railing as he approaches closer until his eyes catch mine

“If it isn’t my favorite girl, did you get sexier from the last time I saw your fine ass” he called out as he marched up the steps standing even closer than before

“Maybe….maybe for you” you whispered

“And she speaks, have you been thinking about me angel?” I nod enthusiastic feeling drunk just being in his presence

“How does an ass like Rick have such a delicious daughter”

“He’s not that bad you know, just not very fond of you, even though you’re mouth watering” his eyes blew wide but the smirk stayed

“And she’s got a feisty side too her mmmmm” his hands grip my hips as he pulls me closer it’s driving me wild

“What a sweet treat” he leaned down closer until the door pulled open and there stood Carl with Judith in his arms

“Y/n what the hell are you doing, dads gonna kill you” carls eyebrows furrowed in anger, even though I’m older he’s always been protective

“Don’t worry little shit, she was just greeting me like a good girl” I looked away feeling embarrased of being caught

“Come on I wanna see where Rick stays” he says a he takes my waist and leads me inside, he looked around before heading to the kitchen where he started taking out ingredients

“What’re you doing? Taking our stuff isn’t enough for you?” Carl groans

“Carl……” I whisper telling him to quit it

“Just gonna make this lovely lady here some spaghetti how does that sound sunshine?”

“I’d love that” I smile feeling that burst of excitement again, I feel Carl grab my arm and drag me back to the living room

“What’s going on with you are you insane, you know what he did, he killed Glenn and Abraham, he almost killed dad, he’s evil”

“I don’t know I’ve never felt like this before” his expression softened understanding my situation

“Just…..be careful” I know what I was doing….what I was feeling was wrong and everyone would be mad at me but it feels so right when I’m around him

I walk back into the kitchen sitting at the counter as I watch him cook up a meal, I felt like a princess

“What’re you cooking?” I smile as I lay my chin on my hand watching him with awe

“Spaghetti, been craving it like crazy……not the only thing I’ve been craving baby girl” he smirks as he sends me a knee weakening gaze

It took me a minute to compose myself, I gather what courage I can and walk around the counter leaning back against it right next to him

“Well why don’t you have a taste” I look up at him as I dip my finger in the sauce and stick it in his mouth feeling him suck it off slowly, his tongue circling it

“Mmm what a little minx” he bends down wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me close, my toes barely touching the floor, our lips so close

“I need you Negan” I whine feeling like I’ll go crazy if I don’t get him right now

“You’ve got me” his lips press against mine slowly easing into the feel as he gets more passionate and rough but I love it, he picks me up and sits me on the counter as I grip his hair

“Damn baby how have I been missing out on this the whole time” he groans his hands squeezing my thighs

“What the hell is going on here?” I jump at the sudden yell and we both look over to see my dad and Michonne standing in the doorway

“Ummm…..nothing?” I don’t know what else to say feeling a lump in my chest

“Calm down Rick she was just…..greeting me to your lovely home” Negan laughs only making dad angrier

“Y/n get away from him now” Michonne commands

“I’m not a kid Michonne and you can’t tell me what to do, he’s not gonna hurt me…..right?” I look back up at Negan as he smiles gently

“Never, you’re all mine sweetheart”

“See, I know you’re mad at me and you wanna kill him but…I can’t help what I feel for him” michonne and dad both sigh

“Cmon Rick if you let me have her, I’ll let your community go” they stop dead in their tracks stunned

“Just like that?” Dad questions

“Just like that, it’s a good deal, it’s not like you wouldn’t still see her”

“This what you want?” Rick asks with a hint of worry

“Oh definitely”

[nemesis-writer]

[Unwanted Ransom (Chapter 7)]

Fake Masterlist TW- toxic friends(except Katherine)

Street lights.

Those were the only things you can truly remember of Gotham. You've known the streets lights of Gotham more than you can remember your 'family'. The memory of those street lights were longer than your memory with Alfred.

You remember when you would sneak out of the house and read under the streetlight. When you can't find your way home from school you look at the street lights.

Mother used to say, "Street lights are fairies that light up the darkness when you're alone."

What a piece of bullshit.

I was dwelling in the darkness longer than one could imagine. I mean, I had 'friends' who I could rely on until I realised they wanted to be considered as a friend of a Wayne. It's always pride that got people close to me, and when I don't appeal to them, they decide to leave me.

Katherine, on the other hand, she never even knew I was a Wayne, she'd always assume I'm an Amala, in fact I was. But I never truly relied on her. No matter how many birthdays we celebrate together, how many gifts we exchange on Christmas, I could never truly be open with her.

She never knew that I almost went to an asylum because of my attitude, she never knew about the negligence of the batshits, and she never knew how many people I've killed for money. That job was the only reason I was able to get an apartment.

Regardless, she stuck with me all through out. She stopped me when I was taking drugs, helped me when I had to study, and she sometimes pay for my lunches when I was too engrossed in my studies.

I'm not saying I killed people when I was 12. No, I'm saying that I killed people when I was 15.

Oh wait I'm sorry, did you really think those prize money from competitions helped me?

You got it wrong. It helped Xerxes, I'm Jennifer, and I'm your friendly neighbourhood killer. I am Anton Chigurh, but in a more sane, and emotional way. I relate more to serial killers, than I do with Wayne. I guess you get the point.

Now lets state the pros and cons of my life now...

I get up from bed, thank God it's Saturday huh.

Well no. The first thing I see in the morning is a bunch of fucking notifications dated at Saturday 12:01 am. WHO THE FUCK TEXTS AT THAT TIME!!!! (No offense tho.)

The messages come from no one else but demon spawn. This fucker.

Damian- Hey sis, it's me Damian.

Jen- what the fuck u want?

Damian- We miss you, come back home

Jen- listen cutthroat bitch, I'd rather have syphilis than go to that shithole

Damian- Oh come on sis.

*blocked*

Con- I now have to deal with the Addams family

*ding!*

I open it and shows V on the notification.

Pro- I get to befriend a hot guy. But I'd never admit it out loud, I just wish he would ask me out.

V- Jen, you there?

J- Yeh, I just woke up, why?

V- Wanna go out for some coffee?

J- can't I have plans with Pete and DP.

V- It's fine, by the way who are they? Like your brothers or somethin'?

J- Yeh brother figure kinda shit, sorry.

Alright, just because he asked me out for the first time in our 5 year long friendship, does not mean he likes me. I mean come on I know I'm hot but, I'm not his type, whatever his type is.

I need to get a life for once. Ughhh, I just need to shower first, I smell like a rat that just took a shit on an older rat. Why am I like this?

40 mins later...

I'm going outside in my favorite black suit. I have to accompany Morgan into this birthday party she's attending. Cause dad's gonna be busy and I don't wanna disturb him, plus mom's already having enough stress as it is.

I'll be bringing her in my Rolls Royce, cus' apparently I'm not allowed to use my Maserati, not PG rated apparently.

"YO, M don't forget your gift for Susy."

"I won't sis!"

She came down in an adorable pink jumper paired with a cute plaid jacket. She held her gift, which by the way was a Barbie Holiday Doll. I had to spend $99 dollars on a doll, which I doubt her friend will even use. I had a thing with army men when I was her age.

"You look adorable sweet heart, now let's go." I picked her up and carried her into the car. When we reached the car, I had to get my gift for Katherine because Susy and Katherine are 10 years and a week apart from each other.

Before I was about to drive I heard Morgan saying something.

"Can I use your phone to play Dress to Impress?" (I can't think of any other fashion games because I always played war games)

"Ok, fine." I reluctantly gave her my iPhone 15, I took very good care of it because the first phone that I got in Gotham, was a fucking Nokia. That thing could be used as a Horcrux in Harry Potter.

"Who's V?"

Oh fuck.

"He is a friend of mine darling."

"You have a boyfriend?"

I was suppose teach her about this when she is 10

"I have a friend who is a guy. Now, shouldn't you play your game?"

"Okie!"

OH thank God! I wish that I didn't have the talk with her...

At the party...

"Cool car." Some random child said.

"You should see my other one."

With that I walked to Katherine and Susy, hanging near the fire-place.

"Hey Ri!" That's my nickname for her, Kate is pretty conventional.

"Hey Jen!"

"Here's a little something for you, I know it's a week apart from Susy but I got excited."

When she opened it, it was the Chanel perfume she's been eying on. I know it's more expensive than the doll, but still.

"Oh MY GOD JEN!!"

The woman lunged on me, that I actually fell on the ground hugging her.

"You could've just shook my hand. Everyone would think we are lesbians."

"Is that why your hand is near my crotch."

"That's exactly why."

We then both got up and did our signature handshake. (I have no references so come up with something)

We spent half of the day looking over our sisters and playing dolls with them. And the cake was delicious, I ate like 3 slices already.

At home...

After a long time, we sadly had to go home. And I immediately put on my sweats and turned on my tv. I watched Hot Ones, all night until I finally started to lose energy. And with that I fell asleep.

Con- I can feel someone watching me...

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A/N- TY 4 all the support in this fic <33

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Words Like Honey 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Ransom Drysdale (Professor AU)

Summary: it's hard making friends at college, but you might just be looking in the wrong places.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

You reach for the last coconut bar in the basket. As you take it, another hand stops short and you turn to the man you didn’t notice right beside you. You have a bad habit of zoning out in crowded places. Your sister calls it tunnel vision. Often times, you would just sit and stare at family gatherings with all the people and sound. 

“Oh, oops, sorry,” you hold out the bar, “did you want this one?” 

The man glances at you, a tick in his cheek, “aw, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that. I’m just fine with a brownie.” He reaches to take a brownie from the basket instead, “nice of ya to offer, though.” 

“It’s not problem,” you say, “I don’t mind trading.” 

“No, no, now what kinda gentleman would take from a pretty gal like yourself? You go on and enjoy that,” he smiles. “Don’t meet many polite ladies ‘round here, now.” 

“Oh,” your cheeks heat up, “thank you, sir.” 

“And I’m sure you don’t need old men sayin’ so,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll be on my way then.” 

You smile as he moves to get around you. The space is tighter than you expect and his belly presses slightly against you as he sidles past. He gives and apologetic nod, “sorry, sweetheart.” 

“No worries,” you assure him and slip past, turning to peruse the packets of flavoured hot chocolate by the hot water karafe. 

You choose the smores flavour and tear it open. You fix up your cocoa and pop a lid on top. You take your sweets to the cashier and swipe your student card. It isn’t the best use of your meal plan but that sweet tooth kills you.  

You have about an hour before your next class. You come out into the cafeteria area and glance around. There’s not much room in the midday rush. The first week is always the busiest. 

You could sneak your hot chocolate into the library but you’re not sure it would be any less crowded. You see the same man at a table. He shimmies on his seat as he puts his briefcase next to him. He’s older and judging by his checkered button-up, a professor.  

You measure your options. Second year and you still haven’t found any friend. Your grandma says to put yourself out there but Cameron in your baking class said your souffle looked flat and laughed with Dustin and Penny.  

All you want is a place to sit. 

You approach the man, your stomach fluttering. You really hope you’re not bothering him. You keep your hot chocolate close to your chest. 

“Ahem, erm, excuse me, sir,” you say. He looks up as he presses his thumb down to unlock his phone. He lays it on the table and retracts his hand. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a pest, again, but...” you look around, “do you mind if I steal this seat? I promise I’ll be quiet.” 

“Go on,” he gestures to the chair. “I’ll only ask ya one thing.” 

“Oh, sure,” you look at him like a frightened fawn. 

“Your name? Must be as pretty as you.” 

You could melt. The way his accent turns his voice to syrup and his words make it even sweeter. You grin. 

“Saffron, sir,” you set down your cup and square. You extend your hand in an overly formal gesture. “And you?” 

“You can call me Lee, sweet cake.” He shakes your hand. His grip is firm and tight. He reminds you of your neighbour who used to mow the lawn for your grandma. Always helpful. 

“Lee,” you sit and blow over the slot of the lid. “You must teach. Oh, sorry, I said I’d be quiet.” 

“Nah, it’s alright,” he waves away your apology. “Is it that obvious then? You count the grays?” 

He touches his temples and you giggle nervously. “No, no, I didn’t mean that. I only... well, you could be a student. Gerry in my pastry class, he’s got grandkids.” 

“I ain’t got none of those now,” he snorts and points at you tersely. 

“I--” You pull back and touch your cheeks, “oh boy, I didn’t mean it like that. I swear.” 

He laughs, “I know. I’m yankin’ ya chain. So, I s’pose you’re a student then? Culinary? You mentioned pastries?” 

“Oh, yes.” You nod and cross your arms over the table. “I always cooked with my grandma and I figured, if you’re good at something, you should keep doing it.” 

“That does sound like a good plan,” he says.  

“Mmhmm,” you hum and nod. 

Awkwardness sets in and you try to figure out what to do with yourself. You scratch your shoulder then reach for your hot chocolate. You take another drink and set it down. You take the coconut square and put it in your bag. 

You take out your laptop, hoping to busy yourself as the tension builds. You should have just gone and sat in the quad. Too late now. 

You open up the lid and type in your password. Of course, it needs to update. As you wait for the rolling circle to finish, your vision blurs. All this activity makes you want to disappear. 

Your eyes come back into focus as your computer chirps. You blink and notice movement on the other side. You glance at Lee as he pulls his phone close and squints at the screen. There’s something odd about the intensity of his gaze. You swear, he’d just had it right across from you. 

Well, you weren’t paying attention. There you go again, blocking out the world. If you stopped that, you might actually make friends! You frown and cup your chin in your hand. 

“’samatter?” He asks, once more jarring you from your self-imposed isolation. 

You shake your head and sit up, “nothing. Just... thinking.��� 

“Hm, well whatever ya thinking of, it can’t be so bad. Not enough to make a sweet thing like you so sad,” he says. 

“Really, it’s not. You know, college can be stressful,” you force a smile. 

“It can be. Piece of advice,” he leans forward, “get out while you can. Don’t stick around like me.” 

“Oh, well, thanks,” you reply. “I think I’ll end up in a kitchen somewhere. Hopefully.” 

“Kitchen’s a nice place to be,” he winks. “Make all sorts of tasty dishes. Make people happy. Not many people happy about a term paper, ya know?” 

[the-froschamethyst4]

When You Tell Them About The Older Men You Liked

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COD Men Headcanons

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König

Legend of Korra: Tenzin

"HE'S A CARTOON!" König yells.

"I know."

"WHY!? AND HOW OLD WERE YOU!?"

"I don't know why? I think I was...13?"

"Scheiße, Baby (shit, baby)." He curses under his breath.

"Yeah, I think that's when I knew I liked older men."

König was still speechless. He learned something new now, how you like older men, and the reason why you two are together because she like him because he was older and larger.

The topic was brought up due to him saying one of his daughters favorite cartoon character was a bit hot, so it was only right you brought up an old crush of yours

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Ghost

Robert Downey Jr.

"I mean that makes sense," Ghost says. "Could have been worse."

"How worse?"

"You know, I'm not gonna say, but I get it. I mean it's fucking Iron Man, of course a lot of people are gonna like him, like fuck, I fucking like him, love, I will marry him if I could."

Honestly you learn that Ghost is basically secretly gay for Robert but I mean come on, agree with the man here.

The topic was brought up because you asked him, if he a celebrity crush on a older person and he said Julia Roberts, so it was only right she said Robert Downey Jr.

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Price

Hugh Jackman

"Do not get me started," Price says.

"I mean you saw the movie! His body, come on now, John."

"I know, love, I saw it, and I saw how you looked at him, you like Hugh? I fucking love Hugh, baby." Price says, he was jealous that you told him Hugh Jackman was hot and sexy, and how you had a crush on him

"Baby deep down, I gay for Hugh," Price says, as you laughed and lightly tapped his shoulder

The topic was brought up when Price and you saw Deadpool and Wolverine and the part where Hugh had his suit shocked off him and you see a clear view of Hugh's body and his hairy body, he became a bit jealous

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Soap

Gravity Falls: Stanford Pines

Honestly, I would say don't ask but the topic was brought up because he said the assistant from PowerPuff Girls was sexy, so you pulled the 6-fingered Grunkle from Gravity Falls

"JK Simmons has a tight hold on me." You tell him.

"Seriously?"

"You said Sarah Bellum was hot, so it only fits I say, Stanford Pines is hot."

"HE'S 60 YEARS OLD!"

"You're point? SARAH DOESN'T EXIST!"

"NEITHER DOES FORD! AND I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S MARRIED A TRIANGLE!"

AN: This is off topic (sort of) but he also voice acted for Tenzin (in case you didn't know).

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Alejandro

Keanu Reeves

"Have you seen him in John Wick?"

"Yes. mi amor, I know." He chuckles. "He's a badass."

"Exactly, like Jesus, he can kill me all he wants to as long as I get to look at him."

"God, amor," he chuckles again.

The topic was brought up because you two finally had the time to sit down and watch the John Wick movies and now you understand why middle aged women love Keanu Reeves

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Gaz

Shemar Moore

You two talked about Criminal Minds, how you love Spencer Reid but you mainly loved Shemar Moore the most, and how it feels like every time you watch something he's always in the movie or show, and you like it

"I see it," Gaz says. "Jesus." In the show, Shemar didn't have a shirt on and Gaz finally understood.

"See what I mean."

"You've definitely have a type, hot men," he says through a laugh and you light punched his arm.

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Alex

Bruce Wayne

"Bruce...Wayne..." Alex says.

"Yep."

"Are you...Are you okay?"

"Definitely not," Y/n says, in a serious tone.

The topic was brought up after you two discussed comic books and which characters you two thought were hot or sexy, he brought up Selina Kyle which who was suppose to be Bruce Wayne's girlfriend/Fiancé.

[missmarveledsblog]

SOMEONE OLDER ( TONY STARK X READER)

summary : when boys your age just don't do it for you but someone older does  .

warnings : age gap ( legal one before anyone is calling svu )  mutual pining , no pepper in this universe  

" nat I'm done dating the dude brought me to a strip club and gave me ones to tip the dancers " Y/n huffed walking into the main living room. " Jesus and I thought my dating life was bad " bucky snorted dodging the incoming pillow . " guys my age suck " she pouted sitting down beside the widow  placing her head on nats shoulder. " date me and we can live our best lives " nat smirked poking her side. " I would but bruce won't share " she rolled her eyes . " I'll deal with him " she chuckled .  " well you could always date me doll " bucky wiggled his brows . " i'm already in therapy  no thank you " she stuck her tongue out at the man . " well  i would of gave you fives for the club " he shrugged . " oh take me now " she fake swooned into the couch. " i mean i could rock your world doll " he stood walked towards her thinking he had the edge . " and i'd break you " she looked up making bucky freeze in his spot . "  i think you just did that " sam fell over laughing . " that's my girl " nat hugged her. " damn it she goes all doe eyes and says shit like that " he grumbled in his defeat. "  it's ok we can hit the club i might have a connection with one of the dancers at this rate " she sighed. " what about the crush "  sam looked around . " just a crush i mean not going to go anywhere other than that " she pouted. " can't believe you've the hots  for stark and not me " bucky teased . " i like older men,  not one from the great depression " she rolled her eyes . "  she a match for stark with that mouth of her " bucky chuckled .  " a lot this mouth could can do boy " she hopped up while nat laughed at the mens gaping mouths .  " see you later malyshka" nat called after her. " bye nat love you " she called back .  

she roamed around compound not really knowing what to do , i mean she had the choice of working out with steve but that was hard pass , maybe working on her computer in the lab would kill time .  she could see bruce and tony already working away on whatever, it's like the two lived in the confines of  that part of the  compound. " hey kiddo how was the date " bruce called . " bust like major bust " she groaned heading to her computer. " well i mean his name was chad " tony chuckled . " he brought me to a strip club, he out chadded any future chads " she rolled her eyes. " hey tony could you come with me i need your help " bruce smiled taking the billionaire gaze off the girl . " with what ?" tony head shot towards the fellow science bro . " snack run  can't carry it so come on , you want anything kiddo? " he asked. " oh cookies and chips please " she looked up excitedly. " coming up " tony smiled brightly. " course it is " bruce muttered . " why don't you make a move man even i can see you like her " bruce whispered as they walked down the hall . " she's too young  plus i mean who say she even likes me , she always around barnes " tony shrugged .  " she doesn't like me stark  " bucky made the two men jump at his sudden appearance . " yeah ok, you guys are always flirting " he rolled his eyes . " no i'm always flirting and she shooting me down with sarcastic comment it's our thing ,  i love her like a best friend  " he chuckled grabbing himself a plum as they began snack hunting . " still she same age as parker and he's called me dad way too many times " he grimaced. " maybe she can call you daddy " nat walked by   with a wink before  kissing bruce on the cheek.  " we don't even know if she likes me i've flirted with her and it does nothing " he said not feeling his usual cocking ego filled  self , a first for tony stark he was sure of that . " you flirt with everyone even F.R.I.D.A.Y " nat deadpanned . " hey honey feel like watching a movie" bruce kissed her cheek , hint of mischief in his words .   " i guess i'll bring the snacks to the lab " tony  picked them up . " hey here's a bottle of that tea stuff she like" nat threw it across the room . " thanks i guess " he walked out wondering would he actually make a move on not . again it was all new for tony he was used to women making the move throwing  themselves at him  yet here he was wondering how to make a move . He wondered if this was how tiny capsicle felt ? .

she sat so stuck in her work she barely noticed tony approaching  hands filled with snacks until the door opened. " where's banner " she tilt her head she was sure the two left together. " with his girlfriend , probably afraid your gonna steal her on him " he smirked handing her the cookies , chips and bottle of ice tea. " i will so he should be scared " she giggled . " so no luck on these dates ?" he knew it was ridiculous fishing around god he felt the kid . " most definitely not i think  i'm destined to be single , i mean guys my age just wanna hump and dump and that's cool but after a while you kinda want more " she sighed looking down at her cookie. " i get that , i mean sleeping around is great but when you're looking for more it's get boring " he nodded. " yeah except you sleep with actresses and models not same thing , like douchebag last night brought me to a strip club because he found out i was bisexual " she laughed dryly . " i'm still finding glitter and i've showered twice" she grimaced. " why not date someone older " he smiled softly. " i would if i could find anyone that took me serious , i mean again they treat you like kid i'm clearly smart and have a head on my shoulders , been taking care of myself since i was like 16 and yet they think i can't do shit for myself or after their money like" she groaned.  " well  it's official  the male species is doomed , i mean not to take such a beautiful smart intelligent woman like you and see how lucky they are, i really should of let loki take over " he smiled as she giggled. " thanks stank  know how to make a girl feel special" she smiled feeling slightly better well she would if the stupid brain of her would calm down as well as her heart rate.  " crazy yet brilliant thought ,  we go on a date , i mean your beautiful  and i'm  gorgeous , i take you serious most of the time and well i know your worth " he stood straight up looking as she slowly looked up at him . " you wanna date me, like as in you tony hot science iron man stark wants to date me " . " yeah i think i said as much " he chuckled. " when " she asked thinking she was asleep cause this was clearly a dream . " well how's tonight sound for you " he walked over leaning slightly over her desk before she shot up  and it came out before her brain even registered the audible glup . " she said yes " bucky called making the both of them jump . " what the fuck are you a cat " she held her chest. " nah but this was fun to watch , good on you stark " he smiled walking off. " i'm getting a bell for him " she laughed once the fright and shock wore off. "so  you'll go on date with me " he asked biting his lip . " i mean you did say i should date someone older " she kissed his cheek walking out of the lab calming once out of his sight she high balled it to nat help her get ready .  

[malavera]

Since Your Type is Older Men (18+) — Tom Cruise

summary: Tom is filled with Jealousy when he sees you Zooming with your University Professor.

pairings: husband!tom x wife!reader

warnings: mature content, smut, unprotected sex, sirkink, agegap, squirting

w.c 1542

a/n: this one's dedicated for @rinimitchell and @angelaemme as they're always the first two to always show support whenever i post! love you both, hope you enjoy it! x

taglist: @tomsf18 @helloitstsyu @deanscroissant @moondustfairies @call-sign-shark @katherineswritingsblog @elenavampire21 @gypsymoon548 @cherrycruise @joeltheegoodson

"Baby, you're killing me. Tell me what did I do wrong?" You whined towards your loving husband, plopping yourself down beside him on the fluffy couch. He pays you no mind, his eyes focused on the flat screen flicking through channels as he's aware there's nothing exciting to watch.

A frustration can be seen on your face, turning your head towards the TV and watch him still going through channels that he never picked. You sigh, "Just pick a damn channel and look at me." You groaned.

Being stubborn, he didn't listen to you. At this point, you believe the TV could blow off any second from the way he switched on the channels. Pursing your lips, you decided to take matters into your own hands as you pushed yourself off to your feet to straddle his thighs, blocking his view.

Settling down on his lap, you aggressively grabbed the remote from him and switch off the TV before tossing it away. Once you face him, a death stare was already set on you. Your eyebrows scrunched in anger, crossing your arms across your chest.

"What is up with you, Tom? Tell me what's wrong?" You aggressively asked.

“Who were you on Zoom with?”

“I told you! I was on Zoom with my Professor to talk about my grades and-”

“Exactly, and? What did he say? How can you maintain your grades?” And that’s when you realize, the man is being hostile because he’s jealous. Your crossed arms seemed to relax a bit, your shoulders following to slumped. Looking at him funny as you chuckle.

Tom on the other hand, is still annoyed. “What’s so funny?” He grumbled.

That made you laugh even more, “Oh baby, are you jealous?” Gasping for air as you asked your beloved while running your hands through his hair.

“No.”

Snorted, “Really? I think that’s hot.” You run your fingers through his long hair, pushing it back. Tom peered up at you from his lashes.

“I-” Stopping himself to sigh, “I just… Don’t like him.”

“You’ve never met the man.”

“Yeah and therefore, I don’t like him. Don’t you ever realize that sometimes he flirts with you? What kind of a Professor does that to their student? Don’t you find it disgusting?” Tom grimaced in disgust.

You suppress your laugh, you find this whole situation adorable. From being annoyed, to understanding and seeing where his coming from. It warms you that although the way he shows it, was annoying, but when you give yourself a second to think about it, he’s just being adorably protective over you—his young wife.

“Have you ever catch me responding to any of ‘em?” Tom pursed his lips, his eyes darting down to avoid looking at you.

“No.” He admit.

“I’ve always done my online meetings with you in the room, baby. You’ve seen everything, you should’ve trusted me.” You coo’ed, caressing his cheek with the palm of your hands. Tom sighed, his shoulders slumped, his hands reaching to grasp your hips.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just- Sometimes I would think, since your type is older men, he’s definitely older than you, good looking either… You’d leave me for him.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment not because of what he said was ever near true, but the way he pointed out how you love older men. You never thought of leaving him, ever, because why would you? You snatched the one and only Tom Cruise for christ sake—have he lost his mind?

“Baby, you hearing yourself? I will never leave you!” You exclaimed, cupping his face now.

“I will never… Ever.. Leave you.” You brought his face closer to yours, forcing him to look at you.

“Never, okay? Besides..” You trailed, your hands slowly went down to his neck. “I have you, the man, the myth, the legend, who saved Hollywood’s ass.. Tom Cruise.” You coo’ed in his ear, your hips gently grinds on his lap.

“Yeah?” His famous smirk slowly appearing.

“Yeah.” You pouted, nodding your head.

“Why is your type older men, anyways?” Tom teased, the hands that were on your hips moves gently to caress you.

“If I tell you, I’m gonna have to kill you.” You may or may not quoted him using his lines from the greatest movie of all time. Tom laughs before he pulls you in for a deep kiss. The kiss turned out to be heated by the second, the way his tongue swipes against your bottom lip asking for entrance. From there on, it turns into some kind of battling for dominance. He couldn’t help but gently capture your bottom lip, seductively pulling it as you kept grinding on his lap.

He released your bottom lip to let out a soft grunt, with his eyes screwed shut as he could feel your soaked thong against his bulge. “You never really answered the question, pretty.” Tom manage to say something, but grunting in each words.

Humming, you stopped grinding your hips to undo his pants. Pulling it down along with his boxers freeing his, now fully, erect cock. A sigh of relief you earned from him, as your eyes darted to stare at him.

“You’re the one who set the bars. I love older men, because of you. And, I’m so lucky that I finally have you, Tommy.” You coo’ed, pecking his lips as you pushed your thong aside, guiding his cock to your hole gently rubbing the tip against your glistening cunt.

“Don’t ever think about that ever again, yeah? I just want to fuck my husband, and that- is you.” You whispered against his lips before you sink yourself down his shaft. Tom’s breath shuddered watching your face contorted into euphoria along releasing the most pornographic moans.

“Mmh… How I love this cock in my pussy, Sir. Only your cock she wants.” Tom grunted listening to you dirty talk in his ears, feeling you softly went up and down on him.

“Don’t you love my pussy, Sir? My tight warm pussy, for your old cock?” Something inside him snapped as he pushed you down against the cushions—earning a loud gasp from you.

“Old cock you say huh?” You smirked.

“Well.. That’s how you perceive yourself, weren’t you?” Tom clicked his tongue while shaking his head from side to side in disbelief.

“Don’t forget that this old cock, had made you cum-” He harshly thrusted his hips, “Made your legs shook-” And another one, “And made you squirted so many times.” He growled.

You smirk, “Yes, Sir. That’s what you do to me.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom grabbed your legs and wrap them around his hips along with throwing his shirt away. He harshly undo your oversized shirt to reveal your perfect body. Already glistening with little sweats anticipating his next move.

Tom harshly snapped his hips thrusting his cock into your cunt, his hands holding onto your tits gripping them so tight but not tight enough where it could hurt you. In fact, you didn’t feel pain from any of this. You enjoy this, you enjoy him going off with your pussy. Loud pornographic moans raining from your lips, as you both stare at each other while his cock drilling in your pussy.

“Mmh yes, keep going Sir. Please.”

“Oh, Sir! Yes, it feels so good.”

“You feel so good.”

You try to boost his ego more by spilling out dirty talks that you think he would love. Oh, he definitely loves it. Listening to you talk dirty to him makes him goes feral even more as he pushed your legs up in the air then push them back resulting you to hug your legs as he pushed himself into you more. Tom grunts feeling the way your cunt puckered around his cock, gladly welcomes him with your warmth as the wetness you produce formed a squelching sound.

“Mmh, are you gonna cum, Sir?” You mewled. Your eyebrows scrunched to form an innocent face as he stares at you death in the eyes. Feeling himself getting closer.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum in me?” Tom moaned. As much as he’d want to bust his nut right there and now, he couldn’t. He wants to prove a point. You gasped in surprise as he harshly pull himself out from your cunt.

“Wha-” You were about to protest but then his 2 fingers enters your hole, flicking and fucking you. “Fuck!” You cursed along releasing a loud moan. By now, you believe the cushions is soaked due to your fluid as his fingers fucks into you.

“You always love my fingers, right?” Tom breathed, as his fingers vigorously fucking you. “Come on baby, I want you to squirt for me.” You moaned.

“F-fuck! Tommy.” You shrieked, he knew the fastest way to get you to squirt for him was using his fingers. And he proved himself right, seconds later you gushed out your fluids out—spraying his abdomen and made a real mess. But, Tom didn’t stop there.

When you were still squirting, he replaced his fingers with his cock. A loud moan escaped from him, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“This is going to be a long night for you, baby.”

[male-body-swap-lover]

Becoming the Old Man Next Door

Carter Austin was annoyed that he had to be home for his parents 30th wedding anniversary. The model was only in town for one night, and even that was too much. He hated Fairview and missed the fast life of New York. The 28-year-old was one of the hottest models on the scene and couldn’t believe he was wasting his weekend in his childhood bedroom.

Hon, we are so excited that you are home. We’ve missed you.

You know how busy I’ve been mom. I’m one of the hottest models. I’m constantly booked.

I know. We told Mr. Jarvis that you were coming home and he was so excited to see you.

Mom, I’m 28. I don’t want to go see our old neighbor.

Oh, just do it Carter. It’ll make him happy. He’s lonely. His wife has been dead for 20 years and he has no children. Just do it.

Fine.

I went next door and rang the doorbell. Mr. Jarvis answered the door. I forgot how fat he was.

Austin my boy. So good to see you. Come in come in. Sit down. I’ll get you a drink.

As I sat in his living room, I looked around at his depressing life. The room seemed straight out of the 1970’s, and it reeked of tobacco. 15 minutes. That’s all I need.

Here’s a coke. So, tell me about New York.

It’s fun. I travel the world. I’m one of the top models out there.

I know. I’ve followed you. You are quite the good-looking young men. I bet ladies throw themselves at you.

I get my fair number of women. And men. I don’t discriminate.

I wish I had your life. My life was always boring. And it’s been worse ever since Marian died. I live a lonely life.

Well not everyone can have my life. This coke tastes weird.

That’s because it’s not coke at all. It’s a special potion. You see Carter, I’m tired of being an old man who never did anything with his life. I want a life in the fast lane. So, I am going to steal yours.

What. That’s not possible

I stand up and try to move, but I can’t. It’s like I am frozen in place.

Carter, look in the mirror. Can’t you see the changes have already begun.

As I stared into the mirror, I could see the wrinkles start appearing on my face. Suddenly I started breathing heavier as I felt myself get older. I ran my hands through my hair and it came out in chunks in my hand. I tried to run, to get out, but couldn’t move. My skin was aging. I could feel my youth leaving my body. Passing 30. All of my hair fell out. Passing 40. Stubble appeared on my face. Then it stopped. I looked in the mirror. Damn. I’m fucking old, but I’m fucking hot.

Haha old man. I’m still fucking hot. Look at me. Your plan failed.

You aren’t very smart are ya Carter. That was just step one.

Step one! I turned to him and saw that somehow his hair had grown back in and he looked middle aged. It’s like my hair and age went to him!

Yes, there are three steps. Let’s start step number two.

With that he clapped his hands and suddenly I felt bloated. My stomach was starting to rumble. I looked in the mirror and my face was bubbling. Suddenly it felt like I was blowing up like a balloon. 10, 20, 50, 100, 150, 200 pounds of fat just suddenly appeared on my body. For some reason as I grew, my clothes grew with me.

I was a whale. No one would ever recognize me. It was absolutely disgusting. I used to make fun of people who looked like this. Now I was one of them. I turned and looked at my captor. He looked good. He was so skinny. It’s like all of his weight transferred to my body! He was hot! I was so jealous. Wait he said this was step two, what was step three going to be?!

Damn, I never even looked this good when I used to be in my 40’s. This is amazing. I bet you are wondering about step three. Well, I suppose it’s time to start the final step. Get ready to say goodbye to any remaining part of your old life.

A wave suddenly washed over me. I could feel the life force draining from my body. My facial hair was turning white. My back pain was killing me. I could feel pain everywhere in my body. Arthritis. But I’m only 28. What is happening. I didn’t even think this was possible.

I’m Marvin Jarvis. Wait what! No I’m not Marvin… I’m um….i’m um. What is going on. It’s like I am losing my memories.

What are you doing to me. Why can’t I remember my name. Why do I think I’m you.

Because, Marvin, that’s part of step three. I become you and you become me. We might not look exactly the same, but the world will change to suit us. Why don’t you look at your license.

I could barely reach my wallet. I pulled out my driver’s license. It still said Carter Austin, and then it changed. Marvin Jarvis. 81 years old. 375 pounds. I looked at the photo and then at my reflection in the mirror. There was the same old man. Me!

You’ll never get away with this.

I already have. Your old memories will continue to slip away until you become Marvin Jarvis. Meanwhile, I’ll get your memories and live out my life again. A world-famous model. Carter Austin. My life is set.

Suddenly my mom entered the house.

Hello Marvin. I just came to get Carter. Dinner is ready.

I wanted to scream out. To tell my mom what happened. All that came out was “Of course Karen. It was lovely seeing Carter again. What a fine man he has become.”

Mom, I am just going to hug Mr. Jarvis goodbye and then I’ll be home.

Okay. See you soon honey. Goodbye Marvin.

The new Carter came and hugged me. Good luck Mr. Jarvis. You’ll need it. Don’t forget to take your heart pills, and back pills, and all the other pills. Don’t drive at night. Also, your social security check barely covers basic living expenses. Haha. Better get one last look at me. This is the last time you’ll see me. I’m never coming back to this hodunk town.

I started crying as the new Carter Austin left. He may not have looked exactly like me, but what does it matter. The world believes he is Carter and I am Marvin.

I sat down because my knees were giving out. I tried to remember everything about my old life, but I could feel it slipping away. I’m trapped. There is nothing I can do. You know what sounds good right now. A good pipe. I wonder if NCIS is on. 6:30pm. Almost time for bed. Well, maybe being an old man isn’t going to be so bad after all.

[bonefall]

Elder Bones, what is your opinion on Brightflower supposedly being in the Dark Forest according to the 'magical warrior cats god' Su Susann? According to the Warriors Wiki, Su Susann put Brightflower in cat hell for hating Yellowfang once and supposedly not being sane after the truth was revealed about the death of her children. I quote, "On Vicky's Facebook, Su Susann wrote that Brightflower resides in the Dark Forest since she was filled with hate when she thought Yellowfang killed Mintkit and Marigoldkit, and was subsequently shocked and no longer sane when Brokenstar revealed the truth about the death of her kits." Seems pretty fucking messed up if you ask me.

HOT TAKE: I think it works okayish with the older "vibe" of the Dark Forest being the sort of place where your feelings put you. Like you lose a mortal part of yourself in death, and what lives on in the afterlife is your life's energy.

So it would be fucked up if, say, your kittens died and you blamed the wrong person, were consumed by it, and then in death were dedicated to that revenge in a sort of nightmarish Angry Ghost kind of state. But also, kinda neat. No wonder they take such good care of their elders, when their belief is that negativity at death can make you into an evil spirit.

And that's interesting with Ashfur in mind, too! Like it's not really something StarClan can control! If you feel like you were justified, if you didn't believe you had hate in your heart, you go where you think you should go. Tweak the line from Yellowfang to Ashfur, and have him decree, "My only crime was that I loved too much!" And you have GREAT setup for TBC.

It could unironically have made a really good way to drive conflict-- have heroes who believe they don't deserve Heaven, and villains who fully believe they do. Makes an interesting worldbuilding idea, at least.

BUT that said, that's probably a personal bias. I want the Dark Forest to be SOMETHING deeper and less simple than canon, where everyone who goes there is usually some flavor kind of murderous freakazoid (unless youre frecklewish, in which case, RIP but dont be The Nearest Woman next time, the Erins HATE those). I'm perfectly capable of seeing how fucked up it is that the two Authorial Damnations were basically just... sad women.

The other one was Lilywhisker, who was "bitter" because... she broke a leg. So the only two non-murderers who were actually sent to Hell under that feelings-first system were a Sad Mom and a Disabled Woman. If that system continued, you KNOW we'd end up seeing a billion girls damned to Hell while the boys are judged less harshly by the narrative, because the Erins are a LOT harder on women's feelings than men's.

In any case, it's not canon any longer so it doesn't invoke white-hot rage like some other statements. But it really was massively uncomfortable, considering their poor track record with both women AND mental illness.

[mercsmemes]

Tales from the Group Chat

“What are the Deep Roads if not the highways of Thedas?”

“Listen we’ve been over this: you can’t make a guy with a God complex top.”

“I’m sorry about your toilet.”

“The child must learn she isn’t worthy of unicorns.”

“Sorry, he wasn’t a random vampire. He was also a mime.”

“Why ask women when you could just be a man with an opinion?”

“I saw a space cowboy and it’s my duty, nay, PRIVILEGE to ride.”

“You bring geese into an argument to win it.”

“Murder attempts are how Orlesian nobles say hello.”

“I can excuse wanting to end the world as we know it but I draw the line at Cullen fucking.”

“Perhaps the real Talking Darkspawn was the Warden all along.”

“One day soon the dawn will come? Haha I think you will find the dawn comes every day.”

“I can’t believe Mythal was the first gamer girl.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be ingested.”

“It’s ok, I’m from the Qun-ion.”

“Whenever I see it I’m like bored but also offended by how bored I am.”

“Meredith Orsino Malcom [rando’s last name] you were named after all the people I blame for my trauma.”

“Peak Templar is Otto investigating a Veil issue and not the mages enslaving people like 20 feet away.”

“Every pair of shoes I own are clown shoes.”

“Gaslight gatokeep girlboss.”

“Accidentally killed my husband because I thought I had healing hands equipped but I actually didn’t so instead I punched him to death.”

“I tell her that I do not control the cricket and she does not believe me.”

“Would you rather have Goofy as your Psychopomp who takes you to the afterlife OR the obstetrician who delivers your baby?”

“Me, quietly: dickscourse.”

“Animals do not have money.”

“Your own fault for having feet, really.”

“Bring ravioli, babe.”

“Science lesbian is so vicious.”

“Spoilered because one has a dismembered penis for some reason.”

“Do not stand by my keyblade and weep. I am norted, I do not sleep.”

“When I die make sure I have cameltoe.”

“Women are completely hairless beings that don’t poop.”

“Are you calling me a Fereldan?”

“I can’t believe sex and Irn Bru were invented in the same land. Possibly in the same lake.”

“Simple and queer is the way we’re all feeling tonight.”

“Cullen had clearly started a raw meat diet and needed cover.”

“With the power of bisexuality we can make liking men feel gay.”

“You ask [name] to dom for you and he says yes but he starts crying and it kind of ruins the vibe.”

“I am haunted by the utter fruitlessness of making cornflakes.”

“Trophy spouses don’t have to be older or younger, just super hot.”

“All elves are just Solas running around really fast.”

“Accept the truth into your heart: Tevinter doesn’t season their spaghetti and they only have smooth penne pasta.”

“Antivans Mad at Food blog confirmed.”

“Meredith the PEZ dispenser.”

“What if the real handspider was the friends we made along the way.”

“So, no dongus?”

“WHEREwolf!”

“Sometimes the real Agents of Fen’Harel are the people modern society has crushed along the way.”

[ravennaortiz]

Avenging Angel

Summary: Follow OC Cori as she works out how to handle her fathers death two years later. To kill or not to kill is not the only question she has to wrestle with. This is the follow up to Revenge but can be read by itself. As always 18+.

Word Count: 2.9k+

Cori sat sipping her water and pretending to be indulged in her book as she the hot Santo Padre sun bore down. The plant filled balcony of her villa giving her the perfect view of the whole street while also blocking her from the eyes of the people who came and went.  The roar of motorcycles had her eyes sliding from the shop front of Carniceria Reyes to down the street. Her eyes landing on the approaching bikes and men upon them. Her hands moving to her pen and notebook.

-The younger brother rides what appears to be a custom Softail. Older brother has a deluxe Softail. -

Eyes flicking back up to the two men who she had an arsenal of information about thanks to her Old Man and her own observations over the last couple of weeks. She was nothing if not her fathers daughter. She watched them until they disappeared into the shop front. From her research she knew it was owned by their father Felipe. The building was one story with a front and back door. It consisted of a big room once you walked in with a counter top that ran along one wall. It also had a decent sized walk in freezer and a small office area. It was decorated in the traditional Spanish imagery and décor. A small bookshelf was next to the door when you walked in.

This she had learned from her couple of visits. Felipe by all appearances seemed like a sweet old man who only wanted the best for his sons and missed his beloved wife dearly. Like her own father who had kept her in the dark about a lot of his doings and only wanted he best for his best friend’s kid. He had raised her even though she wasn’t his.  But Cori could tell there was a past he held close to his heart like her father had rest his soul.

 The similarities between her father and Felipe is what had kept his blood from being spilt during their first encounter when she had first stepped through that door. That and her having never hurt anyone let alone killed someone. What had stopped her the second time was finding out it was the anniversary of Marisols death. How could she kill a man as he remembered his wife she had told herself. That day they had chatted for hours as he talked about his wife who had been killed in the shop. His sons bearing witness and giving chase to the killer before he slipped away. That night is the night his family broke he said. He lost not only his wife but both sons. One to jail and the other to the local Mayans charter.

Cori had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t heard the footsteps behind her until the pressure of a hand on her shoulder had her spinning. The blade of her knife touching a black shirt right as a hand and voice stopped her.

“Jesus Christ Cori” exclaimed Juice as he latched onto her wrist and jumping back slightly.

“Shit. I’m sorry baby” apologized Cori as she let he knife fall as she stared into the terrified brown eyes of her Old Man. “I didn’t hear you. Startled me…. I …I…so sorry” she continued to ramble shaken from what would have been a horrific event. Not only would she have hurt the one person she loved the most but she would have exposed them both in the center of Mayans territory.

Juice swallowed hard as he let go of her wrist. Nodding his head he closed his eyes and worked on breathing to lower his heart rate. Sliding into the chair next to her before saying anything. This right here is why he wanted to pack it up and leave. The need to be vigilant and act first was at the forefront of their minds.

“It’s okay babygirl” soothed Juice as he reached for her hand and squeezed. “Almost being eviscerated just now really sums up why I should have stayed home. Should have listened to my Old Lady when she told me it was dangerous and I would stand out” he teased making Cori sigh and give him a small chuckle.

“I stand by the danger part.” Huffed Cori as she chuckled. Her own heartrate slowing down. As much as she hadn’t wanted Juice to come with her for fear of him being hurt or killed for simply being a SON, she was glad he had disregarded her reasoning.  “What do you think my dad would say?” she whispered as she pushed her sunglasses onto her head, her blue eyes searching his.

Juice rubbed his thumb in a circle on her hand. It was a good question and similar to one he had been asking himself lately. “He would tell you that he is proud of you but then in the same breath tell you not to be risking yourself. That he was already dead, you dying trying to avenge him will not bring him back. Killing won’t bring him back. Then he would turn on me about being a dumbass for letting his daughter put herself here. Let you put yourself not only in the middle of Mayan territory but also sit back and watch as you chatted and exchanged numbers with a couple. Letting you contemplate actually going to the clubhouse for a party. Pretty confident he would have a stern face as he chewed on his tooth pick while chewing us out” he added with a small laugh as he gave her hand another squeeze before pulling it to his face and kissing it.

Cori nodded as she processed his words. He was right, deep down, she know exactly what her dad would say about this. Risk management was something he had drilled into her. Never explained why it was so important but now that she knew about the dark side, the Tacoma Killer side of her dad she got it. He had hid a part of himself to keep her as safe as possible.  The risk management he had done is what had not only surprised his killers that dreadful Sunday night almost two years ago but was what had kept her alive. That and the mercy of one of his killers. Coris mind briefly went back to that night and the last words that either Mayan had said to her before her life change forever

"I know this is hard to believe but I truly am sorry about this. You have my word your dads death will be quick and he will be buried properly. You also have my word you will be safe. If you ever need anything and cant get a hold of a SON you can call me and I'll make it happen" stated Angel as he handed her a folded piece of paper before patting her knee and heading out of the house.

“You are right” stated Cori as she tapped her fingers for a moment on the table. Her eyes flickering to the door of the shop as it opened. Quickly she grabbed her phone and opened her contacts scrolling to a number she saved but never thought she would use. Meeting Juices eyes she dialed as he nodded, during his digging he had found out some interesting thigs about the younger Reyes. She was so thankful for him and his willingness to let her do what she needed for her closure within reason.

Angels POV

“Hello” greeted Angel brow furrowed as he hadn’t recognized the number. Waving bye at his pops as he walked to his bike with EZ.

“No reactions. Lets keep boy scout in the dark a bit” stated a female voice that he couldn’t place. Angel stepped away a bit from EZ who was already seated on his bike and watching his curiously.

“How do you know that” inquired Angel the hairs on the back of his neck lifting. He felt like he was being watched.

“I heard it during my recon. Same way I know your father is closing early today to go to a chess tournament. Do you own anything other than flannel?” inquired the woman as Angels eyes darted around. He knew he was being watched. The woman didn’t sound malicious but she could be reading off a script.

“What do you want?” demanded Angel as he began searching the faces off the crowded street.

“Originally your dads death but I think I’ll take your pledge of my protection tonight at the scarpyard. Coco and Gilly both said it will be a hell of a party when they invited me.” Replied the woman. Angel scrunched his face. This conversation was getting weirder by the moment. Was he being pranked he wondered.

“Why?” asked Angel not knowing exactly what he was wanting an answer too.

“Because I can’t get a hold of a SON. Don’t forget to put your helmet on” replied the woman before the call ended. Angels heart practically dropped as he started spinning in tight circles as he searched for the caller. He knew she had to be close. Ignoring EZ who was asking what was wrong he burst back into the shop.

“Pop. Has there been anyone coming in or out who seemed outta place?” demanded Angel as he looked around the shop with his gun out.  “No, just the usuals and some tourists” replied his father as he continued to clean the counter top and close up shop.  “Why?” he asked as he glanced up frowning at the gun in Angels hands. “Are you sure? No women who don’t seem…..native?” inquired Angel trying to decide how to describe the woman without giving his dad hints.

“I mean there is a white, young lady who just moved here a few weeks ago. I assume that’s what you mean by not native. She’s been very sweet and friendly when she’s been in. We have had lunch a few times” started Felipe as he went back to cleaning as he talked.

Angel felt like he was about to explode. His dads words a few weeks going through his head on repeat. How could neither him or EZ have realized they were being watched. Maybe it wasn’t her though he thought. “Describe her pops” demanded Angel as he stalked over and yanked the rag from his dads hands.

“White, blonde, blue eyes. Wedding ring so I assumed married though I never saw her husband. She has a bird tattoo on her left inner forearm…..” started Felipe as he took the rag back.

“A crow?” inquired Angel as he interrupted his dad who just gave him a look.

“I’m not an expert on birds Angel. I don’t have time for this I need to close up.” Stated Felipe as he glanced at the clock on his wall as he began to push his son to the door.

“You good?” inquired EZ as Angel was shoved out of the shop.

“Yeah” replied Angel as he took one more look around before getting on his bike.His mind was plagued with thoughts and questions as they made there way to the clubhouse. Maybe she just needs help he tried to reason with himself. Maybe something happened. If her intent had been to hurt someone she would have…..right? His dad had said he never saw her husband and if memory served him right she was married to the mohawked guy. No way would he have let her come here alone. Unless she didn’t…..but surely they would have noticed a SON in Santo Padre. How the hell had she linked up with Coco and Gilly? Well enough to get invited to the clubhouse. Surely they would have noticed the tattoo….unless she hid it.

Mayans Clubhouse

Cori’s POV

Cori was thankful that Coco was pulling into the lot finally. Not that she didn’t like to be on a bike but to be on the back of another mans was foreign to her. Besides her dads bike growing up she had only ever been on Juices. Speaking of Juice she really wished he was here to calm her down. She took a deep breath as Coco parked the bike before helping her off. “if your cover is blown, you give me up no ands, ifs or buts Cor. Give up anything you know” Juice had said before she walked out the door.  

Angels POV

Angel smiled as he stood and greeted Cori as Coco introduced her to the table. He couldn’t help the chuckle as he recognized the name from the new strip club that had opened up a few months ago. Coco had been raving about the new girl Jewel for a few weeks and how cool she was. He had been clear they were just friends whenever anyone teased him. It was making a lot of sense how Cori had gone undetected for so long.

Angels eyes flickered to his little brother as Coco introduced him and saw no recognition cross his face as he stood and shook her hand. How the hell could he not recognize someone he had been adamant they shoot and kill just because she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time?

“I’m going to go talk to Bishop and grab some beers. You keep an eye on her Angel” stated Coco before he disappeared into the crowd.  Cori smiled as she sat down across from them. Angel couldn’t help but acknowledge the bravery of having her back to the rest of the clubhouse. He observed her as EZ and her made small talk. His eyes landing on her crow tattoo and the ring she sported on her left arm. He frowned slightly at the silliness to have the tattoo on display.

“That is a nice tattoo, any meaning” he heard EZ ask pulling him from his thoughts.

“Its silly” laughed Cori as she met his eyes. “I just really love crows. They are just so handsome and I love the fact that a group of them is called a murder” she added. “Just a nerd about birds. What about you two?” she inquired as she tilted her head.

Cori’s POV

As each hour passed Cori felt more comfortable. This wasn’t unlike the SAMCRO parties and she felt weirdly at home. The only thing bugging her was the fact EZ had no idea who she was. At first she thought it was just him having a really good poker face. As the night had passed on and she had dropped hints he was still just as naïve as ever. Maybe he had too much on his mind with being an informant to be worried about the daughter of a man he killed sitting in front of him.

Cori had been playing pool with Angel when she felt the atmosphere change. Looking towards the clubhouse door her eyes locked with Marcus Alvarez before slipping to the man behind him. Chibs, she thought as he met her gaze briefly before looking away and following Marcus to the Templo door. The Mayans would not be the only ones being shaken up after the events of tonight.

Angels POV

Angel couldn’t breathe, he felt like the room was spinning as he looked from Gilly to Cori to Coco to Cori and back again. The look of concern on Coris face had him laughing. This had to be a joke a sick twisted joke. No, this couldn’t be true his own brother? No his own brother wouldn’t be a rat. Wouldn’t be planning on tossing the blame on him right?

Angel paced the storage room for a couple minutes. Trying to process everything that had happened and been said in the last twenty minutes.

“Why?” demanded Angel as he spun around pushing Cori into the wall before Gilly or Coco could stop him. Her blue eyes locked on his as she peered up at him towering above her.

“Because you spared me” replied Cori meeting his dark gaze. He hadn’t had to say the whole question for her to know what he was asking. “I could have let him throw you under the bus tonight like he planned to do and then killed him. Both my dad’s killers taken care of but that would be cowardly. If I ever decide to kill you Angel I’m going to look you in the eyes while the life drains out of them” continued Cori calmly as Angel loosened his grip and stepped back.

EZ’S POV

EZ could only cough and sputter as he lay bleeding out on his couch. What had started off as a hookup had led to a betrayal he hadn’t expected “Bet you recognize me now. Too bad you won’t be able to tell Angel you were right” stated Cori as she slipped her top and jeans back on. Careful to not step in the  pooling blood. “Where should I put that smiley face tattoo?” she laughed as she watched blood seep from his mouth as she sat on his counter top.

EZ struggled to keep focus but his mind slipped to that night two years ago

"We should have just killed them. You really think she won’t talk, won’t get the SONS to track us down?" whispered EZ angrily as he shoved Angel.

EZ couldn’t help but think how they both had been right

She knows how the MC works and honestly I think if she decided she wanted revenge for what is to come tonight she will do it on her own." Angel had stated.

-The End

[lovebugspots]

welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

info: welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

chapter one; a lover of past.

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"You will welcome Barnes kindly, and this is directed to you, Stark" Fury had said plainly, all Tony could do was roll his eyes and scoff loudly. "You hear me?" Fury had barked out, with another signature Tony Stark eye roll he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah be nice to the man who killed my mom and dad." All Bucky could do was look down in shame but Natasha put a hand on his shoulder and mumbled to him in Russian.

"Ignore his ass." He chuckled softly and nodded, still being as quiet as ever.

"Since we are all here right now, I have a mission for you, Romanoff." Fury turned to the Black widow and she nodded, her beautiful red curls bouncing slightly.

"Hit me." She said firmly, they all look at the war table and a small hologram of a woman, no older than 30 popped up. Bucky's eyes widen slightly and he turned to Natasha and said to her n Russian.

"That can't be...is it her?" Natasha was equally shocked but hid it more. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked back up at Fury and into his one singular eye.

"Y/n Agapov, known as the Winter Widow was selected by HYDRA to create the first and only other successful Winter Soldier besides Barnes, she was in the Red Room. And you knew her, Romanoff." The head of S.H.E.I.L.D stated to the group of men and women, all Bucky could do, was stare at her delicate features. It was almost like yesterday, when he first met her.

"Romanoff, you leave tomorrow night and head to Washington D.C. There have been multiple reports of random deaths and we think its her, you will take her here into custody of S.H.I.E.L.D. I do not care how you do so, we need her here. You have a week to find her" Fury looked at her and she nodded.

"Yes sir." She said firmly and Fury nodded in apporval.

"Good, then you all are dismissed. Oh, Rodgers, held Barnes set up his room." Steve nodded and everyone walked off, Bruce to one of the labs, Tony to his room, Natasha to the training room, and the others all out and about on the helicarrier.

"Thanks, Steve. Y'know, for clearing my name." Bucky said softly, his eyes on his best friends ocean blue eyes as he chuckes and puts his hand on Bucky's right shoulder.

"Of course, jerk." He chuckles and Bucky just rolled his eyes. They walked through the automatic doors and into another part of the large jet that had another war table, but for them to look at bounties and such, they walk up a small flight of stairs and next to Steves room there was a small sign above the door that said 'Sgt. Barnes.'

Bucky puts his flesh hand on the small hand scanner and walked inside to see a plain room, no decoration but just a small desk, bed, bathroom and a closet.

"You can get stuff you want, ask Tony-" Bucky looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"I won't be askin' him for anothin'..." He mumbled and Steve sighed and looked around and saw his clothes, all plain red, white and black Henley's, dark blue or black jeans, one brown leather jacket, his gloves and a black hat.

"Buck, you gotta get creative. And with your clothes too." Steve mumbled and Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to his closet.

"Whats is wrong with my choice of apparel?"

"Who says apparel?"

"Me, punk."

Steve rolled his eyes and turned around to walk out.

"I'll be at the main deck, you get situated." Steve gave a warm smile and walked out, the automatic door shutting behind him. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, thinking. Something he does to much nowadays. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

three days later

She had blood splattered on her face as she showered, her body littered in scars as the hot water trickled down her bare body. She heard faint scratching noises, she knew damn well it was Natasha.

"I do hope you know that its rude to break into someone apartment while they shower." She said firmly and Natasha froze, she walked to the door with her gun in hand and opens the door to find Y/n in her towel, her hair dripping wet and her body glistening.

She had a pistol in her hand and Natasha just gave a small grin.

"Well I just wanted to see my old friend."

"Oh really? Why do you have your S.H.E.I.L.D uniform on, hm?" The woman snapped back, her y/e/c eyes dark, not showing any emotion.

"Listen, I'm here to recruit you."

'That's a lie.'

Y/n scoffed and said in Russian.

"They already have their hands full. Why the hell would they want me." Her voice was sharp, and dark. she circled around Natasha and eventually put her gun down and walked to her room."Natalia, you know they don't want another assassin." She added on in Russian and Natasha sighed and walked with her, also putting her gun down.

"It's complicated, but please, I just want you to do this one thing for me one last time then I won't ask for any more favors." She responded and Y/n sighed and takes her towel off and puts her clothes on. A simple pair of black sweats and a Mayhem shirt.

"Fine, only if you promise me that this is the last thing you ask of me for a while." Y/n turned to look at Natasha and she nodded.

"Promise."

Y/n smiled then hugged Natasha, her arms wrapped around her chest. Natasha could smell her perfume, the mango and grapefruit and tonka bean filed her senses.

"You still wear Ed Hardy?" Natasha sassed playfully and Y/n rolled her eyes at her comment but grins nonetheless.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it Natalia?" She snapped back playfully and Natasha pulled away and gave smile, a genuine smile.

"No, just weird how you have been wearing the same perfume for the past 8 years." Natasha shrugged and looked around Y/n's apartment and saw all her Miss me jeans, her plain black, white and sage green long sleeves. "God and your style is still the same, you still wear these horrendous shirts that never show off anything?" Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Natalia. But they show my figure!" Y/n whines and Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically and looked at her.

"You wanna head out right now so we can get this over with?" The red-head questioned and Y/n nodded while grabbed her pistol and puts it in her purse.

"I guess." She smiled at her old friend they walk out of her apartment. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

Once they got to the massive helicarrier, several agents all tackled Y/n.

"Y/n I'm sorry..." Natasha mumbled and Y/n looked up at her as they tranquilize her with sedatives that would kill the average human.

"N-Natalia-" she mumbled before her hit the floor, everything went black.

The S.H.I.E.L.D agents all drag the Winter Widow into a cell and lock her up with metal cuffs and inside a glass case. Similar to the one Bucky was in once. All the Avengers plus Fury and Agent Maria hill were in the room with the locked up assasin.

Bucky's eyes were wide with shock as he looked at her unconscious body, he hated seeing her, or anyone in that damn cell.

"Why do we have to lock her up? Can't we just talk like normal people?" Sam asked and turned to Fury.

"We don't know what the hell she'll do. She could be agreeing, then murder us all in our sleep." Fury muttered sarcastically, right as he said that her eyes started to flutter open. "Well good morning Mrs. Agapov! I hope Romanoff didn't give you too much trouble." Fury stated in his usual sarcastic tone.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" Y/n yelled as she looked around, her eyes landing on Bucky and she stops everything and whispers in Russian "James..?"

His eyes widen, her voice was so soft, and angelic it made him weak in the knees. It was almost prayer-like. All he wanted was for her to break free and be happy, not be here, caged.

"Oh my god..." He mumbled and Fury looked at Y/n.

"I see you know Barnes as well, how?" He asked as he circled the caged woman, his one eye burning into her soul.

"Why should I tell you?" She asked, her eyes were cold, and sharp. It made everyone except Fury feel uneasy.

"Because we are debating whether locking you up or not." She scoffed and sat back, her eyes not looking away for one second.

"Should I, James?" She questioned him in Russian, all he did was shrug.

"Leave out the bloody parts, nobody wants to hear that," He responded and Fury rolled his eye.

"Any day now, Mrs. Agapov." He barked and she rolled her eyes and said firmly.

"He trained me and Natalia in the Red Room. We had become...good friends. He taught me how to fight, and he is why I was chosen for the Winter Soldier program and was given Super Soldier serum." She stated simply, and Bucky nodded when Fury looked at him for confirmation.

"I see, well, Mrs. Agapov, we think we could use you for the greater good of this world. So I have a deal." Fury looked at the woman and she nodded. "We will clear your name and all information of you being in the Red Room, only if you agree to become one of us. Whether it would be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent of Avenger."

She bit her lip, thinking. She nodded and Fury stood up.

"Good, now, for now you will have to share a room with Barnes. We will get you a room in a week." She nodded and Fury motions for the agents to start unlocking her, but she felt Bucky’s eyes in her, not that she minded how he looked at her so adoringly…

Once she got out of the metal and glass cell she walked over to bucky and smiled softly.

“James…” she mumbled softly and he smiled. His eyes where filled with happiness. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

DATE; UNKNOWN

The woman and man were leaning on one another, her soft y/h/c locks cascading down her shoulders, his chocolate brown hair in a small pony-tail and his head was on hers. His eyes shut as so were hers and he whispers to her in Russian.

"Darling...I..." He started but she looked up at kisses his chin and mumbled to him.

"I know, James..." She started, she sighed and looked back up at him. "I'm afraid too...I-I don't want to forget you..." All he could do was sigh and put his hand on her head and run his hands through her soft hair. He presses a soft kiss on her temple and mumbled into her hair.

"No matter what, I will find you. Or you find me...Either way, we will find each other, no matter what my love" He looked down at her and she smiles softly and sat up a bit, looking into his eyes and letting the night take them away... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

"I guess you were right about finding each other once again..." She muttered out and walked closer to him, he wore his white Henley, a brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a small black baseball cap.

He smiles and puts his metal hand on her right hand and motions for her to follow him.

"C'mon, дорогой, your stayin' with me for the first bit." He smiles a big goofy grin, like a school boy who is showing his crush something. She just giggles and followed her as well, like a lovesick puppy (which she always was one after she met Bucky)

They walked out of the chamber and up to the main hallway, and into the area with privte quarters and to his room that was labeled with 'Sgt. Barnes.' He used his flesh and and the two walked inside. She looked around the extremly plain room and looked at him.

"James, why...why so plain?" She asked and he let out a hearty chuckle as he sat down on his bed.

"I just moved in, дорогой." He teased lightly and she just rulled her eyes and plopped down on his bed next to him and laid on his tummy. "Oh c'mon, fallin' asleep on me already?" He teased more, his soft and husky voice rining through her ears.

'I swear to god that voice does something to me.' Y/n had thought to herself but she stuck her tongue out at hi and he mirrored her actions as he takes his jacket off.

"You have clothes?" She shakes her head.

"No, but I can sleep in this-" bucky cut her off by throwing her a random shirt and his boxers.

"Jus' wear my clothes. And don't think I don't know about the stress sweat you got while they locked you up doll." She blushed bashfuy and chuckles softly.

"You know me better than I know myself apperently." She teased lightly and takes his clothes and walked to the small bathroom and closed the sliding door to change.

Bucky just smiled and changed himself, he wore a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. He sat on the floor and laid down, still not used to his bed. She walked out, the shirt coming to her thighs and the boxers hiding her most sacred and intimate parts of her body

But god she was still beautiful in his eyes.

And if anyone thought his girl wasn't beautiful they are batshit crazy to think that. Because his girl was perfect.

She sat down next to him and mumbles into his chest as she leans into him.

"Still don't sleep on a bed?" She questioned as her voiced was muffled by his chest and he chuckles as he wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up and puts her on his bed and checkles as she rolled her eyes.

"James..." She whined and he rolled his eyes as he plopped on top of her, earing a loud groan of displeasure from her. "Your an ass, you know that right?" She said sarcastically and pushed him off of her, using her strength.

"Oh I do." He teased and looked at the woman he is so absolutely fucking in love with. All the times he would rant about his mysterious woman to both poor Natasha and Steve, the hours and hours of him just rambling about her beauty...how poor Wanda accidentally tapped into his mind and saw him having sex with her.

To which she never recovered and nobody knows.

She rolled her eyes and pulled on his flesh arm and dragged him into his bed. Once he finally laid down she mumbled softly.

“Are we moving to quickly…? I mean, Im not complaining it’s just…”

he cut her off and said softly.

“Maybe we are, but I missed you so damn much.” His blue eyes looked into hers and she just chuckles lightly and puts her head on his chest.

“Alright…and are we gonna have to keep this a secret, James?” she questioned and he shrugged.

“Unless you want the whole team to know then yeah. I would tell Steve but he can’t keep a secret for the life of him.” she rolled her eyes and snuggled into him and he happily wrapped both his bionic and flesh hand around her body.

She looked up at him and she smiled, he truly was her light at the end of a tunnel. He was everything, and anything to her. They way his sharp eyes were always soft and tender when he looked at her.

“Then a secret it is…” she mumbled into his chest, all he did was smile and hold her. Yeah, they did once love each other, but he felt like it was to fast just to jump back in.

But then again, they never had the freedom to do as they wished, never able to snuggle with one another to sleep, be able to talk freely in-front of others.

Yes, they want to be in secret (or just private) but they could finally talk, just talk about nonsense. Be able to see one another in their truest form.

Maybe being an Avenger won't be so bad after all... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #7 - kissing disease

kai parker x reader

summary: despite the deal he had made with her several weeks ago, kai needs his sister for her medical opinion, again.

tags: doctor / hospital, sickness, small mention of blood, caught / confession

word count: 1,023

a/n: here is a short lil drabble-ish piece i wrote as i'm trying to get back in the swing of things. i went to a tvd con, and then got a cold 😭 so i'm a little out of it. but, i did produce this, so here it is!

A series of knocks disturb the couple and their guest from their conversation. It’s bad enough to have one uninvited guest, and now there’s another at the door. Even worse, when Ric answers, it’s the person he and his girlfriend want to see least in the world. 

Kai Parker, visibly ill, is hunched over his entryway. One hand is gripping the doorframe, while the other is raised to knock again, but drops when Ric opens it. 

“Oh no-” the older man starts.

“Wait, wait, wait-”

Upon hearing the direct ‘no’ from Ric, Jo joins his side. At the sight of her twin brother, though, she’s immediately pissed. “No. We had a deal. I give you my magic and you never speak to me again.”

“I know-”

“So why the hell would you think it’s okay to come here?”

“I need your help.”

“You’re insane! If you think I’m going to help you, after all you’ve ever done to me, you’re insane.”

“I know, and I know we had a deal. But, look, I’m really sick, I don’t know why. It’s not a magical problem this time, because I’ve tried to heal it with magic and it’s not working. I don’t know if I did the right spell, or if there’s something blocking it, I don’t know. All I ask is that you just look. Just, try to see me as a patient, just for today. Please?”

“You will not manipulate me like that. I won’t let you.”

“I’m not trying to, I promise.”

By now, Damon’s joined the doorway. “Oh, it’s you,” he says bluntly. “Why are you here?”

“I’m sick. I came to see my sister because she’s a doctor, not because I wanted to hurt her. Please, Josette.”

The girl sighs. “Fine. But if you try anything, I will kill you.”

“Promise I won’t.”

Ten minutes later, she has Kai sitting on a patient bed in Whitmore hospital. The three had decided it would be easier to do there, so they made the quick drive over to the medical center. Luckily, it’s after busy hours, so they’re able to work without interruption. 

At first, Jo asks all the typical questions and runs all the standard tests. She rules out that it’s definitely not a magical issue, and that it seems to be a virus of some sort. She just can’t seem to narrow it down to which one, though. 

“It’s not strep; that test came up negative. Could you repeat your symptoms to me?”

Kai rolls his eyes, but answers, “throat has been sore for a couple days, my, like, lymph nodes are swollen, up here on my neck,” he points to the area, “I’m really tired, skin is kinda hot, and I’ve had a headache.”

“Right. So this is kind of a Hail Mary, but I’m gonna do it anyway. I need a sample of your blood. Just a finger-prick.” She holds out a little test, then a needle, and takes his hand. “Try not to flinch,” she says, before remembering to whom she’s talking. Jo then almost flinches herself when she realizes it’s her brother’s hand she’s grasping. 

Kai doesn’t budge when she pricks his finger. In fact, he just yawns, like he’s bored. It disturbs her. 

“Just give it a couple minutes.”

Jo leaves to find the other two while the test takes the time it needs. In a couple minutes, though, she returns, both men on her tail. She reads the test, then scoffs. 

“What is it?” Ric asks before anyone else can.

“It’s positive.”

“For what?”

“Mono.”

“What?!” The man asks a third time. 

“What’s that mean?” Damon questions, too.

“Mononucleosis. Epstein-Barr. Whatever you want to call it. The Kissing Disease.” She looks at Kai, who says nothing. “Spread through saliva. Either you got it from kissing someone, or sharing drinks, silverware, or something like that. So what’s it from?”

“No way,” Damon interrupts, “there’s no way someone was kissing him, that’s got to be a false positive.”

“It’s the only one of all my tests to come out positive.”

“Alright, fine,” Kai says, “of all the ways I expected to be caught, this was not one of them.”

The two men seem to get angry at this. At nearly the same time, they bark, “who was the poor girl?”

“Hey, she was a willing participant!”

“Who was it, Kai?”

“Really pretty. Sweet voice. Likes the bad boys, but she seems so innocent, you wouldn’t know unless she told you. Friend of yours, Damon. You had her babysit me one day, and then things just kind of… took off!”

“No.” Damon denies, not wanting it to be true. 

“Oh, yes.”

“She wouldn’t be caught with the likes of you. Y/N is too good for that.”

“Oh, but she wasn’t caught… until, well, she apparently gave me mono.”

“But that was months ago I had her watch you.”

“And it was months ago since we started hanging out. And then hanging turned to kissing, which I started, because she’s way too shy to give in the first time, but once she does, she’s just… crazyyyy cute about it. Always stealing kisses when I’m not expecting it. Guess it makes sense how this could’ve happened.”

“You’re lying. Y/N would never.” Ric agrees with his best friend. 

“I swear to you I am not.”

“I’ve got an easy way to figure this out. Hold on one second.” Damon puts a finger up while dialing a number on his phone. After a few rings, it picks up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, hi. What’s up?”

“Not much. Was just wondering if you’re up for a drink later, at the grill?”

“Mm, I’m not actually feeling too great today. Raincheck for another time?”

“Oh, really? That sucks.”

“Yeah, I think it’s just a typical common cold.” You clear your throat rather loudly. “Sorry.”

“Hey, no worries. Feel better okay?”

“I’ll try,” you chuckle, “see you later?”

“Let me know when you’re better. Bye.”

“Will do. Bye.”

Damon looks at Alaric, then Jo, and all three, horrified, stare down at Kai together.

The little troublemaker manages to smirk. “Still think I’m lying?”