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ashiemochi · 3 years ago

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HELLO MY LOVE SJSBSJ may i pwease request a Leon Kennedy x Female! Reader fluffy imagine where the reader and leon are roommates and leon comforts reader after a bad nightmare with lots of cuddles and soft forehead/lip smooching jdbsisbsjsbei OKAY BYE EUEBEIEBEJEBD

✠ Red or Blue ↳ You're not a bad person.

➶pairing: Leon s Kennedy x (FEM) Reader ➶genre: angst, fluff, mentions of blood/gore (other than zombies..) hurt/comfort. ➶prompt: "it's okay, I've got you." ➶Content includes: strong language (reader has a way with words), sickening fluff, leon being a sweetie, PTSD sort of nightmares, alcohol, death, descriptions of corpses. This is ID! Leon!! So it contains RE:ID SPOILERS. ➶WC: 3.9k idk, you count.

A/N: I started working on this on the eleventh of January and only got to finish it now- commissions were a pain in the ASS BUT, guess who finally finished work and can write more now?🤤 anyway, some hurt/comfort for all of our needy, lonely selves. Hope you enjoy <3 I didn't proofread so if you see any grammatical error, keep it to yourself. it's between you and god now-

Fuck this DSO bag of dicks.

Shitty sons of shitty cock-sucking missions.

Fucking fuck on a stick.

Mother of-

"- Fuck."

Leon's eyes darted up from his laptop at the sounds of your angry mutters entering the apartment followed by the shuffling of heavy boots. The door was slammed shut roughly to the point he honestly thought the walls around him trembled at the gesture. That's when he closed his eyes for a moment and he sighed.

It must've been a bad mission... Again.

Your body was aching all over, certain spots were practically throbbing in pain. A hiss escaped through your teeth and you stilled, dropping the duffle bag, halfway bent into reaching to take off your boots. That colourful bruise on your lower back reminded you of the history of how you got it.

It wasn't much of a history, but it nearly got you to shit bricks at the sight of a streetlight pole falling down towards a helpless child and the first instinct you got was to push the kid away. Too bad your back didn't go unharmed.

Instead, you dragged yourself deeper into the apartment, heading straight to the kitchen as you were passing the living room where your roommate sat. You stood in your place and his piercing blue eyes bore at you as he brought his glass of whiskey up to his lips.

"Bad day?" Was all Leon had asked.

Furrowing your brows at him, you replied, exasperatedly, "Really? What gave it away?"

He let his eyes trail up to the patches of bandages on your cheek, a busted bottom lip and scattered ones all over your arms and hands. Your eyes were exhausted but something lingered in the back and he instantly knew what it was.

Guilt.

He returned his blues to yours with a slight playful but mostly serious look, "You look like you've seen better days."

Your demeanour faltered a split second, your shoulders visibly slumping. That man can read you like a book it was almost annoying. Your mission did not go well. None of it did.

"How did it go?"

Unbelievably bad, I'm in dire need of food and comfort... And you.

The words failed to form, leaving more than a lump in your throat which further irritated you. A scowl settled on your face as you sarcastically mimicked him in a bad accent while you made your way into the kitchen.

"HoW dId iT gO?"

It wasn't new to Leon to witness your snarky side. After all, you both were roommates way before the Los Illuminados mission. It was during the days where Krauser was actually on your good side.

Leon had met you after one of the higher-ups recommended you to him and Krauser for the Javier Operation. Krauser thought you were going to hinder them because beginners were never his forte and he admittedly found rookies a liability. As for Leon, he didn't mind as long as you could handle yourself in tough times.

Still, he couldn't help but watch in awe as you took down every enemy in swift movements and even managed to give him a hand in fighting the mutated Javier.

It wasn't until the government chose both of you to save the President's daughter did he get the chance to know you more. Did you even see how the entire mission went?

You'd actually laugh at his witty one-liners and he never knew if it was sarcastic or a genuine one. But he didn't care as long as that happy sound was emitting from you. And he'll never forget the moment he fell unconscious due to the plaga hatching in his bloodstream only to wake up with his head on your thighs while you were sitting on the ground, back against the wall and arms crossed against your chest with one hand loosely holding onto your gun.

You were asleep. And it was then did he realize that his feelings towards you were more than professional co-workers with the occasional banter and coffee cups.

To see you acting bitchy wasn't new. It was your way of coping with guilt. He knew if he waits, you'll most likely come around and tell him everything, but something told him that this was more than just a bad mission.

Something went terribly wrong.

As you were pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, your mind trailed away to your mission. The same one you've led. Your squad had your back just like you did to them. The objective was simple; sneak into the facility, cease any information or specimens pertaining to the virus, and save the innocent people who were being experimented on.

Mindlessly downing your whole glass in one go, you found yourself pouring yet another, the honey-coloured alcohol still lingering in the back of your throat. Your tired dull eyes bore at the marble counter, recalling the orders you were forced to make. The screams of the unfortunate rang in your ears. The terrified bloodied kid crying to you, wanting his mom as your gaze landed on the corpse of his mother and the gun in your hand.

The one who sadly went through the testing procedures.

"Shit..." You hissed lowly, feeling your head beginning to pound at the sleep deprivation and the overthinking. You reached up to gently press your palm on the side of your temple, hoping the aching and the bandaged cut would calm down a bit.

Leon stood at the entrance of the kitchen, arms crossed against his chest at your tired form. It hurt him to see you this way. You used to be so full of life despite your line of work but as the years progressed, he could see it sucking the optimism out of you. It was draining you.

You caught him from your peripheral vision as you stared down at your glass. You could feel his stare at you, scanning you.

Studying you. For a second there you almost snapped at him to cut it out, but he got to cut the silence first.

"Red or blue?"

Internally, you screamed. You eyed at Leon, nearly glaring but he kept his stare. He knew you knew. The question was simple and it helped both of you a lot post-operation. Leon too had the habit of just dipping out to his room after rough missions to get his thoughts together before he opens up to you. It saved both of you a lot of communication trouble.

Red meant 'don't want to be bothered. The mission went apeshit. Need sleep for the next 3-5 business days.'

Blue meant 'Mission could've gone better and I need a lending ear. Can we talk about it over pizza?'

Leon came up with it after the whole ordeal with Jason spreading fear. You had tried to save Shen Mei in that underground facility but was too far away and had to witness mutated Jason snap her neck in half. After that incident, you were holding your feelings in and that's when Leon decided to use the colour rule.

Usually, you'd pick blue and on some days, yellow would be your choice. Yellow was basically in the middle, not too bad, not too good. It mostly meant you were okay and was already halfway into moving on. You rarely ever picked red.

"Yellow." You lied straight through your teeth but Leon wasn't convinced. Especially after you downed the glass.

Leon's brows furrowed, "Y/N." He said in a warning tone though it was more concerned. It was a simple colour rule. You both promised each other you won't be lying. Just be honest and it's smooth sailing from there.

"What the fuck do you want, Kennedy?" You snapped, finally looking at him, "I'm not in the mood for your stupid little games, alright? Leave me alone."

Leon blinked at your outburst, closing his mouth as his eyes narrowed at you in slight annoyance and sympathy, "Red or blue."

"Did you not fucking hear m-"

"I heard you loud and clear," Leon interrupted you as he straightened up, letting his arms fall to his side, "But you didn't answer the question. Red or blue."

You scoffed at his stubborn stance, brain buzzing at the alcohol in your system. One thing to mention, you were lightweight. You knew you were lightweight, easily knocking you out whilst hindering back the constant overthinking mode.

"You're being ridiculou-"

"Wrong. Red or blue."

"I'm not in the mo-"

"Nope. Red or blue."

You could tell he was growing frustrated just as you were. Your knuckles turned white on the counter, trying to calm your shaky breathing down. Closing your eyes for a moment, you reopened them to look at him. Not only was guilt burning into your bones, but also hundreds of 'what-ifs' that made you more than mad with everything and everyone that breathes.

"Fuck. Off." Your voice shook as you hissed and he picked up on the hoarse tone behind it. Another indication that the mission had you screaming orders.

Yet he didn't budge.

"Red or blu-"

"Oh my fucking god! RED! OKAY?! FUCKING RED!" You shouted, glaring harshly at him and his eyes widened just a little, lips parting when he saw your tough demeanour falter.

Your eyes were tearing up.

Right.

You rarely ever cried too.

Leon could see you were more upset than you were mad - no, livid. You refused to blink and let the tears escape so you scoffed at him in despair and made your way to him.

"There's your god damn answer. Good. Night." You hissed at him through glistening eyes then went past him, shoulder roughly shoving past him and he didn't fail to notice the faint hitched breath and the flinch that emitted from you as you disappeared into the hallway.

"Y/N-" Leon barely managed to call out after you but the echoing of your door slamming shut silenced him and he sighed. With a deep frown on his lips, his eyes trailed to the bottle of whiskey that you left behind.

Why couldn't you see that he cared about you? He wasn't a stranger to failing a mission, everyone who had the shit luck of being in the government's eye went through it. Hell, he too would lose a co-worker or a civilian if the operation was getting out of hand. It wasn't that he wasn't a good agent, he was the best one out there.

It all depended on his inclination to help people which is why he wanted to be a cop. About ninety percent of the time, his squad would literally have to pull him away from a burning building as it would be seconds away from collapsing. Leon would be forced to watch in helplessness as it crumbled to the floor, the wailing and screams for help inside dying, leaving behind the lingering sounds of the aftermath.

Leon wanted you to understand that. Last thing he wants is for you to begin blaming yourself or drowning in your own self-pity. It was one hole that would only get worse as time passes by.

Running his fingers through the side of his hair before settling on the back of his neck, Leon set his eyes on his open laptop and files. Before agents are sent home, they are required to write the report during the flight home. It is then reviewed and submitted to the DSO's files for everyone to read and learn new information regarding the virus.

You had self-destructive tendencies when it comes to bad missions. Hell, after Shen Mei's demise, you kept yourself locked up in your room for a whole week. He'd put a plate of food and a bottle of water next to your door. You never took the offer.

Until one night, Leon followed the same routine, setting dinner, a bottle of water and a chocolate bar. Before he went down the hall, your door began squeaking open. He stood in the distance as he watched your door slide open just enough for your hand to drag the tray of food inside.

But something told him this mission was probably your last straw.

2:36 AM, Same night.

Screaming and screeching filled your ears. Nothing was clear and you didn't know whether it was the smoke or the fact your night vision goggles was cracked. Your lungs were filled with ash and black smoke, every muscle in your body throbbed in pain as you pushed yourself up onto your knees.

By removing the goggles, your scared eyes were set on the rescue chopper that was blown to bits. Your squad were in the same shape and form as you were, all groaning in pain and one was against the tree with a piece of metal in his thigh.

Someone had set them up.

"No... No, no, no, no..." You muttered as you dragged yourself to the motionless kid that you had saved. You didn't care enough to pay attention to the empty suitcase that held the sample of the virus. Carefully, you turned the child onto his back and bit back a gag.

Half of his face was burnt and his eye was melted into its socket.

"No..." You whined, tears stinging your eyes in frustration but then a shout came from behind you.

"Captain Y/L/N, get back!"

It was one of your co-workers and you looked up to see rotten bodies beginning to emerge from the demolition. Everyone that your team had rescued and wanted to see the dawn of day was now groaning for live flesh.

The kid in your hands snarled and nearly took a bite out of your neck if it weren't for your fast reflexes, gasping sharply as you pushed him away. Instantly, you crawled back, watching in horror as the once innocent child who just wanted his mother began making his way towards you with pale dead eyes.

As some sort of a habit, you took out your pistol from your holster and aimed but your finger trembled on the trigger.

"Open fire!" Your righthand man ordered, his mind focused on saving you. His captain.

Rapid gunfire began taking down the rabid zombies and that snapped you to pull the trigger with a-

Scream.

You woke up screaming.

The door slammed open as Leon rushed in with his gun drawn, eyes scanning the place hastily before setting them on you. Your body was writhing in your sheets, shouts coming from you. Leon instantly was by your side, placing the gun on the nightstand.

"Hey, y/n! Wake up!" Leon shook your shoulders but then your arms went swinging, almost punching him in the face, "Fuck, y/n! Snap out of it!"

Leon had you sitting up to prevent you from further harming yourself before he gripped your wrists, "Come on, it's just a nightmare! Wake up!"

Putting his weight on your lower body to stop you from kicking him off, he moved your wrist to join the other in his big hand then pressed his hand flat against your mouth to muffle your screams, knowing the neighbours would probably assume the worse.

"y/n, open your eyes!" Leon shouted and you finally did, finding yourself immobilized.

Your whole body trembled as your tearful eyes were snapping around, nightmare lingering in the corner of them but Leon's gentle voice brought you to him.

"Hey, look at me." He whispered calmly, staring at you through his gentle blues as he slowly removed his hand from your face, "You're safe."

Your whole body broke down, sobbing heavily. Leon released your wrists and brought you closer to him, embracing you. Your sobs racked your body, sending you wheezing and hiccuping as your hands clung onto the back of his shirt, begging for comfort.

"It's okay." His words warmed up your neck, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your back, keeping you close. His body emitted such comforting warmth that reminded you of home and reality. "I've got you."

Reminded you of him.

Your throat burned from your screaming and the orders you had to make as you tried to speak.

"It - it, went bad." You started shakily, still in his hold, "We've... Our mission was to rescue the people... But the chopper went... It went down and-"

Your voice choked up as you pulled away from the hug, tears running down your cheeks as new ones began blurring up your vision and Leon's hand went down to your jawline, thumb silently wiping away an escaping tear as his eyes urged you.

'I'm here.'

"... There was a - a kid and... They turned. They all just fucking... Turned."

The final word came out of your mouth like poison, something so salty yet so bitter. Leon's eyes went gentler when you avoided his azures in... Guilt?

No.

Shame.

"I - I shot a little kid, Leon..." You stammered, voice becoming weaker, "He trusted me and I failed him."

"Hey, you better listen to me," Leon ordered gently, cupping your cheek to keep your eyes on his stern loving ones, "What happened back there was not your fault. Sometimes missions go wrong and you'd be forced to make decisions you wouldn't normally choose to make."

"But that does not make you a bad person, you hear me?" Leon's tone was both convincing and understanding, tugging at your heartstrings on the spot, indirectly reminding you of your rosy feelings towards him.

With glistening eyes, you whimpered as you nodded quietly and he smiled faintly, thumb mindlessly caressing your cheek.

"Atta girl," Leon praised softly before bringing you close to press a tender lingering kiss on your forehead, further jogging your mind about your long-living crush but you were utterly vulnerable in front of him.

He didn't want to take advantage of that.

"Do you want me to fix something up for you? You didn't eat anything before you stormed off." Leon offered and a small huff left through your lips but it wasn't snarky.

It was kind.

"I - uh - I just want to sleep, to be honest..." You admitted, subconsciously wanting to be alone and deal with your feelings on your own again.

Leon nodded though a bit reluctant as he started getting off of the bed, "Now, I'm against going to sleep on an empty stomach so how about I make us some hot cocoa?"

"... With the marshmallows?"

Leon chuckled, finding the small question and you a tad bit too adorable and he gave you a cheeky smile, "Anything for you, sweetheart. Two hot cocoa with extra marshmallows comin' right up."

You stifled a giggle as he left and you were once again left to your own thoughts. Letting out a shaky breath, you ran your fingers through your hair then blinked at the sight of Leon's signature handgun on your nightstand.

You never thought he'd ever come in guns blazing just to keep you safe. But then again, it wasn't until now did you realize how much he cared for you. Sure, during the missions he helped you a lot just like you helped him but coming through a domestic type of way, he was there for you.

The memories of opening your door around midnight and always finding a tray of food never left your mind. Feeling heat rush to your wet tear-streaked cheeks, you leaned back against the headboard and brought your blankets up to your chin to replace the warmth that he had.

That Leon gave you.

"Did somebody order hot cocoa with marshmallows and a bowl of cherries?"

You perked up at your crush's voice when Leon came in holding onto a tray with two mugs of the hot drink and a small bowl of cherries. Your heart lept up to your throat as he set the tray down on the nightstand.

"Here you go," Leon carefully gave you the mug then placed the bowl on the mattress next to you, "We're out of sleeping pills so cherries will do just the trick."

Your heart was still racing, especially when your cold fingers brushed gently against his warm ones when you took your drink.

"Thank you..." You spoke softly as if afraid your voice would break the gentle tension in the room and he shook his head as he took a sip from his mug.

"No need for that, sweetheart," Leon said and popped a cherry into his mouth, "I know how bad missions can go, but what's important is that we've got to keep moving forward... No matter how hard it is, we have to continue living."

A faint smile reached your lips at his words. He mostly sounded like he was trying to convince you and him at the same time. You picked up on the subtle shivers that shook his body and moved your comforter aside.

"Come in, I can see you shivering."

"Wouldn't mind if I do," Leon gave you a small grin and with a roll of his eyes, he scooted closer to get under the duvets, "As long as you don't give me a black eye that is."

You giggled as you threw the duvet over him to share your warmth, "I'll make sure to be aware of my actions."

"Oh, please do." He sarcastically begged and brought the bowl of cherries in between you do.

Both of you were practically touching shoulders, enjoying the comfortable silence that hung in the air. Tilting your head up at him as his eyes were focused on the paintings and posters you had hung up, you couldn't help but admire him.

Other than he was undeniably hot, he was also kind and gentle, always wanting the best for everyone. Yeah, his decisions are sometimes government based but having known just how scary and powerful the government really is, he prefers to do whatever it takes to keep his close ones safe.

Even if it meant lying to them.

It's much better than getting them killed.

Around ten minutes in of finding comfort in one another and nearly finishing the bowl of cherries, your eyes began getting droopy and your head rested on his shoulder. Leon blinked and peered down at you, finding you were half asleep. He could tell you were still trying to stay awake, finger nervously tracing the rim of your empty mug.

"Hey, you're okay. Try and catch some sleep, alright?" Leon whispered lowly and your half-lidded eyes looked up at him. You looked so needy and alone despite him being there. Your hand shyly grasped his arm.

"Will you stay with me... Just for the night, I promise..." You asked and he knew you were afraid of going back to sleep, knowing your thoughts would be free to roam.

"Of course, sweetheart. Come on, let's get you comfortable." Leon said, taking the mugs and bowl to set them on the tray before getting you both to lie down.

You instantly found your spot beneath his chin and right on the pillow above his upper arm and Leon brought the comforter up for both of you. His other arm wrapped around you to bring you close, shielded from the world and real-life nightmares alike.

A soft breath escaped through your parted lips, relishing in his natural body heat and the Dior cologne that always lingered on his clothes.

"... Leon?"

"Yeah?"

"... Do you... Do you really think I'm not a bad person?"

"No," You felt this chest rumble every time he spoke and he brought you closer to his embrace, "Not at all. You're a good person, y/n. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

There's the colour rule; Red, Blue, and Yellow.

But how about Pink?

How about 'I love you's? Was it too early? Too late?

Leon heard you sniffle and planted a kiss on top of your head as a reminder that he was still here with you, "Just close your eyes, sweetheart. I'll still be here when you open them again."

And he kept his promise.

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: mention of past sexual harassment, very mature karaoke (lol), mention of pornography

Day 63 and you still hadn’t talked about it. He’d actually gotten to know you a lot better over the past two months, even almost confessing his feelings for you with that stupid half-asleep storybook thing he’d done way back when, but you still hadn’t talked about the night you saw him looking in the rearview mirror.

Tonight actually reminded him of that night; this time was a premiere, for a movie you hadn’t actually been in but apparently you were supposed to go anyways? He didn’t get it but he figured he didn’t need to. As long as you came back alone this time, he’d be happy.

Of course, when he saw you step out to the car to leave for the venue, he was confident that would be impossible— not that you ever looked bad on a red carpet or anything, but wow… this was different.

“It’s not too slutty, is it?” you asked him nervously, spinning around to show him the back. Don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass—

“Just slutty enough,” he responded with a gloved thumbs up.

“Perfect,” you smiled, and he opened the door for you to get in the back. He took a moment to catch his breath before circling around to the driver’s side.

You actually chatted with him on the way, which was a new thing you two had started doing when he drove you. He looked forward to your talks a lot— especially the ones where you ranted about whatever was on your mind. You would usually apologize for rambling but he liked it; and, you were cute when you got really worked up about something, even if he thought it was kind of trivial.

As he pulled up to the red carpet, with cameras flashing and the indistinguishable yelling of reporters and fans, you shot him a look as if you didn’t want to go.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you shook your head incredulously, “I just… I wish you would’ve come and seen it.”

He recalled a few weeks back when you offered him a ticket to the premiere showing, but he’d insisted on just sticking to what he knew and letting your assistant have the spare ticket. “I’ll catch it on Netflix,” he dismissed.

“No, I mean, I wish you were coming with me,” you explained.

Was it hot in here, all of a sudden? Because his cheeks felt warm. “Uh, you don’t want me in there. I always fall asleep in theaters anyways. Just go have fun and I’ll catch you after.”

“Okay,” you nodded with an adorable little smile.

So he waited, wondering if he should’ve taken you up on it all those weeks ago, but decided he probably made the right call. He would just embarrass you in a place like that, more than likely, and you had enough to deal with already. He felt more useful waiting in the wings than being in the spotlight, to use a fittingly-timed theater metaphor.

It was a few hours of him killing time in the car, but he got to relax a little more since the event already had pretty good security on its own. You’d recommended a book called Flowers for Algernon to him, even lending him your copy for the time being, and so he leaned his seat back and picked up where he’d left off from this morning. Of course, if he had known that you’d be gone long enough for him to finish, and that the ending was going to make him cry, he probably wouldn’t have read it. WIth his luck, it was inevitable that he’d be all but sobbing when you texted him to pull the car around.

Wiping his tears and hoping his eyes wouldn’t be too red, he tossed the book into the glovebox and started the engine. You waved cheerily when you saw him from the entrance, and he attempted to navigate through all the other cars pulling up so he could reach you. Thankfully, you didn’t have a new friend with you this time— or an old friend. Jealousy crisis averted, for now.

“How was it?” he asked with a smile as you opened the door and slipped in, unable to hide how happy he was to see you.

“The premiere itself was a lot of fun, I got to see some people I hadn’t seen in ages; the movie, though? Sort of pretentious,” you admitted as you shut the door and he got the car moving again. “And way too long! I could watch movies all day, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch a movie all day!”

“Fair enough,” he laughed.

“What did you do?” you asked innocently.

“I finished your book,” he frowned, trying not to think about it so he wouldn’t get emotional again.

“Ah, I can tell you’re still a little hurt about it,” you smiled mischievously. “Should’ve warned you about the ending.”

“No, no,” he disagreed, “it’s not a bad ending just because it’s a sad one… it was a good book.”

You’d already been smiling, but your smile undeniably changed as he watched it in the rearview mirror. Something softer, something more sensitive. He liked this one better. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Just in time to interrupt the moment, you saw something on the passing street outside that caught your attention.

“Ooh, karaoke!” you piped up, pressing your face against the inside of the window excitedly. “Pull over!”

He chuckled at how easily distracted you were, but did as you’d asked. He barely found time to slow down to a stop before you were opening the door and running out, flashing your ID to get inside.

He groaned as he realized how completely unsafe it was for you to be in a bar… especially now, when you were at your most recognizable and literally still wearing what you’d had on at the premiere. Thankfully, he managed to pull the car around and park in the closest spot he could find, jogging to join you inside the bar and hoping you hadn’t already made too much of a scene. His hopes were dashed the moment he pushed through the door, however.

“Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theater?” you sang along with the grungy backing track of Alanis Morrisette’s You Oughta Know; your lips were curled into a faux snarl as you stood on stage with your heels in one hand and the microphone in the other.

Bucky’s head fell into his hands, looking around to see hundreds of bar patrons, nearly all of them with their phones out filming you.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Bucky mumbled to himself, hoping you would somehow hear it and take his advice. Instead, you pantomimed sucking a dick with a cute little wink and everyone cheered. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“And I’m here, to remind you,” you continued, jumping around wildly; you looked like you were having the time of your life, honestly. If he wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve let himself smile seeing you so happy.

During the bridge, you stole someone’s water off their table and poured a bit on your head, slicking your hair back and shivering from the cold. There was something about the water dripping down your face, starting to soak your clothes and make your skin glisten...

Bucky glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him before subtly adjusting his jeans.

He watched you sing the entire song, making most of the notes and definitely capturing the anger of the original song— if clearly having a lot more fun with it than most would. The entire bar cheered when you finished, and you took a moment to take some pictures with people and meet a few fans, which he thought was sweet even if his bodyguard instincts forced him to interrupt after a moment.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he guided you away gently.

“Goodnight!” you waved goodbye to someone who was already buried in her phone and posting the photo you’d taken with her.

“Have a good time?” he asked sarcastically as the two of you began to walk out together.

“Would’ve been better if you hadn’t been glaring at me the whole time,” you smirked.

“I wasn’t glaring, I was just… watching. You have a good voice, you know.”

You seemed surprised by the compliment. “Oh. Thanks.”

“And your stage presence is certainly… energetic,” he grinned. “I bet your little charade is already trending.”

“I checked, and it is,” you giggled, showing him your phone for a moment where Twitter was open and you were the #7 topic in the United States and climbing. “And the part where I poured that water on myself is pretty gif-able, don’t you think?”

He raised a brow as he held the back door of the bar open as you slipped back on your heels and walked past him. “Is that why you did it? For the reaction?”

“I did it cause it was fun,” you corrected. “You wouldn’t know anything about that. And the water thing was just practical, I was getting hot in this dress.”

That didn’t seem to be a problem anymore with the way you shivered in the night air as he walked you through the parking lot. “Want my jacket?” he offered.

“No,” you frowned, but you eyed the leather with a hungry stare. He chuckled and took it off, draping it over your shoulders anyways. “How far is the car?”

“Uh, a block? Not much parking this time of night,” he explained.

“Ugh, these heels,” you groaned, “they hurt so bad. I don’t know if I can make it.” You began to slip them off but he stopped you.

“You can’t go barefoot out here, god knows what’s on the ground,” he shuddered; what if there was broken glass or something?

“Well, I can’t wear these,” you frowned, “and I probably shouldn’t be walking on asphalt in red bottoms anyway…”

He probably should’ve warned you before he scooped you up into his arms, but it was sort of instinct and he kinda forgot to say anything first. You squealed a little but then went lax in his grip.

“You’re gonna carry me the whole way?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s only a block,” he shrugged, adjusting you in his arms a bit before starting the walk.

It got quiet after that, the cool night air rustling the trees and blowing through his hair— frankly, he was a little chilly without his jacket, but it looked better on you anyhow. The drive home was quiet, too, or at least quieter than usual, but it didn’t feel awkward, necessarily. It didn’t feel like a lull in the conversation; it felt more like the conversation had just changed from verbal to non-verbal. You both looked around at the city lights surrounding you on the drive, silent because there was nothing that needed to be said. It wasn’t nervous, or tense, or anxiety-inducing like most of his interactions with you (or with anyone) could be.

It felt like time spent with an old friend. He hadn’t known you long enough for that to be accurate, but he was happy to think of you as a new friend. He just hoped you thought the same.

Arriving at the house, he dropped you off at the front and watched you make a mad dash for the stairs and presumably your bedroom, smiling to himself as he parked the car and came in to follow you. He saw his jacket tossed onto the couch and your expensive shoes discarded right by the door. Going upstairs and peeking into your room, he saw your limp form flopped onto the bed, your back exposed from the low cut of the dress.

“You’d better not get comfortable, you’ll kill me if I let you fall asleep with all that makeup on,” he frowned, leaning against the doorway.

"I couldn't fall asleep yet, anyways. I'm wired."

“Any plans to burn off all that energy?” he pressed.

You groaned a little as you sat up, starting to unclasp all the jewelry on your wrists, around your neck, and on your ears. “It’ll take me a while to get out of all of this— but not as long as it took me to get into it,” you laughed. “Then I’m thinking TV and beers.”

“Beers?” he questioned, emphasizing the plural. “You plannin’ to get toasted right before you go to sleep?”

“No, it’s plural because there’s one beer for me and one beer for you,” you explained with the slightest air of condescension, but he couldn’t really think of it as rude since it was an invitation.

“I don’t want to intrude on your chill evening,” he refuted.

“No, really, you’re not intruding!” you insisted, standing up and setting the jewelry on a nightstand before approaching him and turning to face away from him. “Will you unzip me please?”

He stammered a little. “I don’t… see a zipper,” he admitted with a weak voice.

“It’s on the side here, see?” you lifted your arm a bit, and pointed to it.

Reaching out to touch your zipper was reminiscent of that old boardgame Operation: he needed to touch the zipper and only the zipper, cause if he bumped into anything else nearby, he got the feeling he’d get zapped.

His breath caught a bit as he watched more and more of your skin become exposed, the zipper ending up so low that he could just barely see the top of something lacy around your hips— and he had to stop there because anything more could induce cardiac arrest.

“Thanks!” you piped up happily, slipping away to your closet to do the rest in private. “Will you get the beers while I take my makeup off?” you requested through the shut door.

“Sure,’ he replied, turning to leave but realizing he should ask first: “Shiner or Pabst?”

“Don’t patronize me,” you grumbled, and he laughed because it was a stupid question. Trodding downstairs, he grabbed the Shiners from the fridge, stopping to check his phone only to see that it had started to automatically send him headlines pertaining to you.

‘Touch of Blood’ star gives impromptu karaoke performance at Queens dive bar!

He laughed at the picture of you onstage, even though he thought it was kind of reductive to describe you by a movie you’d been in so long ago when you had so much great new stuff coming out. Jumping back up the stairs, beers in hand, he found you makeup-free (aside from some leftover mascara and eyeliner that hadn’t really made it all the way off) and in a robe, laying on the bed as you pointed the remote at your TV. He thought you looked almost more beautiful like this than you did on the red carpet; of course, objectively, everybody looks better when they’ve been painted to the point of perfection, but he liked the domesticity of this. When you were casual and relaxed like this, he could almost, almost pretend you were his girlfriend or something. And not, you know, a global superstar and his employer.

“Beer me,” you requested as he sat down next to you, handing you a bottle and trying to ignore the thorough view of your legs he was getting in that robe.

“Anything good on?” he prompted as he watched you scroll through the channels on the guide.

“Uh, not particularly,” you frowned.

“They’re showing a game,” he pointed out as you passed the sports channels.

“I’d rather watch this pay-per-view porn,” you rolled your eyes.

He cleared his throat but said nothing because he was confident there was no good response to that.

“Hey, I’m in this!” you beamed, changing the channel quickly. He nearly had a heart attack until he realized you weren’t scrolling through the porn channels anymore.

He recognized the film instantly as the one of yours that he’d seen the most, for one very embarrassing and slightly sinister reason; looking down to the corner, he saw the HBO logo and realized it wasn’t going to be edited. His palms got a little clammy but he tried not to worry about it too much.

“Oh, this girl was super nice,” you remembered as you pointed to a character on-screen. “She had a bigger role but most of it got edited out.”

“That must be a bummer,” he imagined.

“Eh, it happens,” you shrugged. “Beats getting fired, or recast in the sequel.”

“Have you ever been fired during filming?” he pressed, morbidly curious.

“Once,” you nodded. “We were only a few days into it so they had no trouble finding somebody new and redoing my scenes. Just think: I could’ve been a Bond girl if I’d slept with that producer.”

“You— what?!” he squawked. “You got fired because you wouldn’t have sex with a film exec?”

“I got fired because of ‘creative differences,’” you explained with exaggerated air quotes, “and, unrelatedly, those creative differences surfaced the morning after I refused to get down and dirty with the EP.”

“Jesus,” he shook his head, “that’s… I hope you told someone.”

“Yeah, anonymously. Somebody will care someday, but not yet. He’s still too profitable, and not enough people have come forward.”

He glanced over at you, admiring your profile as you kept your eyes on the TV and took a sip of your beer. When you turned your head and looked back at him, he realized he’d been staring a bit too long.

“What?” you asked, quirking your brow a bit.

“What?” he repeated.

“You’re staring at me,” you frowned.

“Sorry, I was just… sorry,” he shook his head and looked back ahead. What he found there wasn’t much less embarrassing, though: he knew all too well that this was the scene right before THE scene. The scene he’d watched over and over until his arousal overpowered his shame. The scene that he’d used to try to satisfy his crush on you, but it only made it worse. The scene that had burrowed into his mind and deepened his obsession even as he fought it with everything he had…

You know, that scene. And he was about to watch it with you.

Bucky was completely, entirely, and supremely fucked.

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years ago

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 16

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: Flangst, NSFW

WC: 2871

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Once inside, Y/N couldn’t fight Dean anymore and she let him crowd her against the wall next to the entrance. His lips quickly finds hers again, his tongue invading her mouth and she tastes him, swallows his moan, drinks in what he has to give her. Her senses are flooded by him.

She hears people working inside, hear them stacking bottles, scrubbing floors, but they are hidden behind a heavy curtain, nobody can see them.

Dean’s hands are on her thighs, skimming upwards along her skin, and he groans into her mouth when he feels that she’s wearing stockings. She bucks her hips against his touches, arches her back, wants him to touch more of her. Needs him to touch her fucking there.

But before Dean goes any further, he pulls his hand away and she winces at the loss. He knows, because he chuckles before he pecks her lips. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Dean thumbs over a number, dials it and pushes the speaker button. He holds it between them so she can see the caller ID.

Sam Winchester.

“Dean,” Another male voice could be heard through the speaker.

Dean smirks at her as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his other hand on the side of her face, stroking her cheek. His eyes are on hers unblinking, as if he’s afraid that she’s not real, as if he’s afraid she’ll disappear with a blink of his eyes, “Yeah, uh, Sammy, I’m staying down here.”

“Okay, Jess and I have to leave anyway. Did you manage to find her?”

Dean tears his eyes from hers, looks down a little and she can swear that he’s blushing. It’s crazy how cute he is. He’s quick to lean forward though, kissing her nose to conceal the rise of color on his face, “Yeah, I did,”

“Good, tell her sorry. Jess feels absolutely horrible,”

Y/N has to frown at the statement. That was not her intention but in her defense, she felt absolutely shitty too.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean shrugs, “I’ll see you in a couple of days, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,”

“Lock the door, Sammy,” Dean reminds his brother.

“We will,” Sam says and adds, “Say hi to her from us,”

“She says hi back, says she can’t wait to meet you two,”

Her mouth opens to say something, but Dean hushes her by placing his index finger to her lips. Sam talks about something else for a brief while, but she doesn’t listen, because she has her hands around the wrist of his finger that’s right by her mouth, parts her lips and lets it slide over her tongue to the back of her throat. Dean groans and she twirls her tongue around it with a mischievous grin.

Dean swallows hard, clears his throat, “Sammy, gotta go, bye,”

He hangs up and places his phone back before he watches her tonguing his digit. Dean slides another finger in, his gaze is on her lips, watches her sucking in his fingers. She feels the heat rising in her face.

His one hand sneaks around her waist, works it down and under her coat. Dean groans when he feels that she isn't wearing anything else than lingerie. Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, he lets them trail along her chin and down her throat, until he strokes them along her chest. He lifts one side of the coat collar to peek underneath, sees the lace bra and lets out another audible groan, “Fuck, baby, you wore that for me?”

Admittedly, she feels a little embarrassed, but she nods her head while her teeth tugs at her bottom lip, “Wanted to surprise you,” She says, because it’s true. She wore it with the intention to show him, maybe as a thank you that he helped her, and really it’s a win for her too.

Dean’s lips widen into a bright smile, and he crashes his mouth onto hers, kisses her deep and rough and it’s all need and want . She didn’t know that she needs it right now but she does, she fucking does.Y/N melts against him. It’s hard not to.

After a while, he breaks the kiss. Her head’s spinning. His forehead rests against hers, his breathing is hard, ragged. “I need you to trust me,”

She does. It’s just… she doesn’t know? She’s confused. But yeah, she does. And now she thinks she’s a complete idiot for not trusting him.

“I do,” She mumbles, “I’m sorry I reacted the way I did,”

His lips curve into a smile, “No, you had the right to be upset. I would be too, if it was the other way around,” He places a hand on the back of her neck, draws her close and kisses her forehead, “Do you trust me?” He whispers again, as if he wants to really make sure.

She nods with a smirk on her face, “Yeah,”

Dean takes her hand and smiles brightly, showing his teeth, his body relaxed visibly. As if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, “Come on, I have a surprise for you too,”

Before Y/N could ask what it is, Dean pulls her along with him, dashes up the stairs and she has to run to keep up, which is actually really hard with her heels. Some employees are staring at them, but they soon went back to minding their own business.

He slows down when he feels that she’s lagging behind. No wonder, he doesn’t know if he could walk in those heels either. Dean weaves his arm around her waist, pulls her close, helping her go faster. He’s fucking giddy, still can’t believe that she’s dressed up for him.

They walk through the VIP room until they reach the hallway to the rooms. He determinedly walks to a room and slips in with her clutched to him.

When he closes the door, Dean flops himself into a big chair and she walks in further. He watches her and takes the remote control that’s sitting on the table next to his chair, pushes a button for the music. It comes out loudly and they both jump and squint their eyes. He tunes the volume down with a chuckle.

Y/N walks to the pole that’s in the middle of the room. Her hand reaches out to touch the metal, letting them skim over the smooth surface.

After a while, she turns around, her lips curving up a little and he kind of knows that she likes it.

“Come on, show me,” His voice is raspy, his throat feels constricted, maybe it’s because of what he’s going to see, and it feels like fucking Christmas mornings where he wouldn’t get any presents but he’s excited anyway because he can watch Sam unwrap the present Dean got for him. But he’s even more excited now actually, because this time, he knows that it is all for him.

She trails her eyes over him, and there’s something unspoken between them. She’s still not sure and he knows that he’s not going to force her into anything. Hell, if she’d say that she wants out, he’d get up right away. The thing is, though, he knows — is actually quite certain — that she wants it. She’s just awfully shy and innocent and knowing that, makes his cock ache.

If she only knew how much she affects him and Dean’s kind of disappointed that she really thinks that he could fuck someone else when she’s really the only thing he fucking wants. Always have, probably. He just never knew it until now.

“Dean,” She whines, and stomps her feet, her hands up in the air and she lets them drop down to her side.

It’s cute, he can’t lie and he chuckles, “What?”

“I can’t dance,” Y/N pouts.

Cutest little fucking thing. He’s hard from just watching her throwing a tantrum because she can’t fucking dance.

“You don’t have to dance, just show me,” Dean leans back in his chair some more and watches her walk towards him.

She comes to stand right between his thighs. Dean’s close enough that if he would reach out, he could basically tug at the knot that binds her coat together. But he doesn’t. Instead, he rests the back of his head on the chair, looking up at her and smiles.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” She mumbles and she pulls her bottom lip up. Fucking irritating, is what it is. Because it’s too fucking cute.

Dean’s eyes widen. He doesn’t understand how she can think that he would laugh? Does she really think that he won’t like it?

“Baby,” Dean’s voice is soft, he likes the sound of the word. Likes how it fits her and only her. It’s not just a thing he says when he’s trying to sweetalk someone into fucking. It’s sincere, has more meaning to him when spoken to her, and he doesn’t think that he could use it on anyone anymore now that the rightful owner of that word claimed it for herself, “I promise, I won’t. You could wear a furry costume and you’d still turn me on.”

She laughs at that.

Mission accomplished.

And he’s not even lying. Would have to try it to know if it would be the complete truth. He doesn’t think that she’ll agree to wearing one, though.

“Fine,” She scoffs, feigning annoyance, but he can see right through that facade. She’s smirking underneath those tight pressed lips.

Dean’s dick twitches when he sees her fingers working on the knot around her waist. He leans his elbow on the armchair, lays his head into the palm of his one hand, places his ring finger on his lips and he nibbles on it with his teeth to hide how excited he really is.

His eyes are on her face, he sees her looking down. She does not want to look him in the eye. At least not yet.

The knot opens up, and Dean’s watches in awe as she parts the coat. He starts to drool. It’s fucking embarrassing really. He swallows it down thickly before he exhales. He didn’t even realize that he was holding his breath.

She shrugs off her coat, lets it pool around her ankle. The lace of her bra doesn’t quite cover the peak of her nipples, the darker shade of her areolas. The fucking bra might as well not be there.

Don’t get him started on the panties. They cover enough, but they for sure leave too much to the imagination and boy, does Dean’s imagination run wild. His eyes widen some more when he sees that they are fucking crotchless. Jesus fucking Christ. He rubs his hand over his face, his heart doing somersaults.

Y/N’s shoulders sag down, and she tries to cover her modesty with her hands.

“Shhhhh,” Dean hushes her, “Let me see,”

He swallows again and his hand goes to his cock, strokes it through his dress pants, moans at the relief he feels by the friction his own hand provides.

Dean sticks his index finger out, twists it in the air while he grins cockily. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth again, rolls her eyes for the effect but he can see that little smile hiding behind it.

She turns around and Dean bites back a groan.

“Fucking beautiful,” His voice is heavy, thick with arousal.

Her ass is barely covered but the lace is clearly there.

When she completes her twist, she begins to pout again, not knowing what to do since she said that she can’t fucking dance and Dean doesn’t even expect it from her because it’s enough for him when she can dance on his fucking cock — which she’s exceptionally good at.

“Come here,” Dean takes his hands off his cock to pat his lap.

The pout is still there but she comes willingly and Dean pushes his thighs together to let her straddle him. Her knees are placed on either side of him and she sits right on top of his cock which stirs at the feeling of her heat.

His arm sneaks around her waist, one hand strokes at her skin, fingertips trailing along her cheek, the pad of his thumb paints along her bottom lip, evens out her pout.

She bites on this thumb playfully and Dean chuckles. He’d love to kiss her but he can’t quite take his eyes off of her body. His fingers trail downwards, past her throat and she cranes her neck. He grabs a hold, chocking her lightly and she fucking moans, the sound of it goes right to his dick. He loves how much she likes to be choked by him.

Dean closes his eyes briefly, imaging his cock buried deep in her throat, imagining the bulge he left there when he fucked her face last. He’s drooling some more at the thought, and swallows down his saliva audibly.

Hesitantly, he lets go of her throat with a whine from her. His hand has now reached her chest, and he feels the material of her lace beneath his fingers. Her nipples are peaking, and she shudders when he runs the pad of his thumb over it. Dean goes underneath the fabric, tweaks at it with his thumb and forefinger, making her arch in his grip but he’s holding her tight, his hand spans over her back.

“Fuck,” He mumbles, feels her wriggling in his lap, grinding down on his already leaking boner and he feels the material dampen. She’s turned on as well.

“You like it? She asks, moving her hips to coax another reaction out of him, that little minx, and Dean bites back a groan.

“Love it,” He answers, his voice deeper than usual.

His hand goes back up, places it on the back of her neck and he pulls her down, making her crash her mouth on his and Dean groans into her mouth at the slide of her wet tongue against his own. Groans because she’s fucking finally dancing in his lap, grinding down on his hard cock, wetting his goddamn pants with her slick.

The kiss is much anticipated. It starts soft and slow and grows heavier, grows more demanding. Dean kisses down her throat, and she has her arms around his neck, fists them in his hair, fingers digging at his scalp. Just on that right side of hurt.

Dean’s mouth finds her nipple, sucks at it through the material of her bra, uses his teeth to scrape over the hard little nub and she keens, grinding down harder into his bulge. He feels like seven-fucking-teen again when they make out like that and it isn’t bad. It’s like he’s making up for lost time.

He worries at her other nipple, pulls the fabric away this time so he can twirl his tongue around the peak, sucks as if his life depends on it, and she digs her nail deeper into his scalp while her movement picks up. He’s so close to creaming his pants and that’s not normal is it? She has no idea what she does to him.

Y/N’s panting hard above him and Dean wonders if she can come like that. If she can find release by only grinding on him. She’s close, he knows because she feels her body tremble. Feels her thighs squeezing together and his dick is trapped underneath her wet pussy.

Looking up at her, he rests his chin on her chest, “Come for me, baby, can you do that?” He licks a broad strip up her chest and her throat, nibbles at the flesh on her chin, “Be a good girl and come for me,”

“Fuck,” She lets out a breathy cry. His hands are on her hips now, helping her grind down on him, harder and faster.

“Come on,”

“Dean, fuck—”

His name sounds so fucking good when it comes out of her mouth in a choked moan. It makes his dick throb, can’t lie about that.

He claims her mouth, breathes “Come” into it, and she does, twitching and shaking above him and he has to actually hold her tight not to let her fall.

“Good girl,” He smiles, as he pecks her lips and nose, “Such a fucking good girl for me,” Dean sees her smiling back at him, her face laced with that afterglow, blissfully content. Abso-fucking-lutely pretty, “You look so beautiful when you come,”

He lets her come down from her high, hopes that she’s not too tired because the fun has actually just begun, “You okay?” Dean asks. Can not not ask. He’s so obsessed with knowing that she’s okay.

“Yeah,”

Her lids are heavy but she looks at him with lustful eyes. There’s a grin tugging at her lips — cocky is what it is — as her fingers start to work on his belt.

“Nuh-uh,” Dean says, and brushes the tip of his nose against hers.

“Nuh-uh?”

Her shoulders sag, there’s a slight pout and Dean kisses it away.

“You’re not too tired?” He whispers.

“Nuh-uh,”

There’s a smile on his face, “Then come with me,”

Chapter 17

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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Can I Ask You Something?

| Part 10 |

There’s an odd thing about what happened that night. How he came to you unannounced without explanation, how you were sick to your stomach and feared that no one would hear your last breaths, how you touched him on your own will, letting your fingers rest upon his bare skin and craved his touch afterwards. But at the same time, your smiles were smaller and seemingly more tired than what he’s seen before and you made sure that space was between the two of you, eyes always watching him or more specifically- his hands. You hardly took your eyes off of them, always trailing them, always watching how they clasped around items with a finger held upwards, reaching out. You thought back to when you first saw him, furrowing your brows and sucking in your bottom lip when you successfully remembered that he had done that the night of the first hang out. You chastised yourself and wondered how you could be so blind, but only shook your head afterwards. No one immediately thinks that they’re friend could be a criminal. You thought of it as a tic or something, thought that perhaps he just grew into the habit and it stuck. You never would’ve realized that- It doesn’t matter. No amount of reasoning to yourself could ever make you feel better, could ever make you free of guilt. You know who he is and yet you haven’t gone off to report him. You kept his secret with tight lips and nervous laughter and a sickness that only faded when you slept.

You were interested in him, fascinated and grew a false image of him in your mind where he was someone good. You liked talking to him, liked telling him about your day. You liked how he looked on camera with dim lighting and shadows across his face. You liked how he talked and laughed at a poor attempt at a joke. You liked him. But now you feared him. You feared his wide smile, his hands, his eyes. You were terrified of him, never wanting to take your eyes off of him and his hands. His eyes weren’t red like rubies, they were red like fresh blood. His dry skin wasn’t just dry skin, it was clawed and red, angry and bloody. His hands weren’t long and careful, they were sharp and precise.

You had gotten lucky that time. You swallowed whatever you could in your dry mouth, more out of habit than anything else and kept your breath even, trying to calm down the storm brewing inside of you. Anytime you scratched at your skin, you would pull away, shaking and nervous, eyes glancing around the room as if you’d find a pair of eyes watching you. It was all too reminiscent of him. Touching your own wrist with the hand that touched his, made your skin burn. If you closed your eyes, you could feel his skin underneath your touch, the warmth of it, the coldness beneath it. It both terrified you and made you crave more all at once. He was a friend before and now he’s different. He’s different in your eyes but the same to the rest of the country.

The day outside was nice. A blue sky with white fluffy clouds that looked like they belonged on a painting with leaves that fluttered to the ground and twirled in the air in little spirals. It was a nice day, perfect to clear your mind and try to put any negative thoughts to the side. With heavy steps, you dragged yourself to a walk around the park, trying to stretch your legs and hoping that video you saw online about walking and anxiety was an actual thing and not some sort of placebo.

It’s working. Kind of. You think the fresh air definitely helps clear your mind but the churning mess in your stomach continues. It worked in the beginning- the walk. It helped you clear your head and when you listened to a playlist, you were able to daydream about anything else that was able to take your mind off of him for a moment. You didn’t want to think about him right now, he had already plagued your mind at every other hours of the day. You just needed a bit of time where you could feel yourself unwind without the constant fear of getting sick and spewing whatever you had in your stomach.

You never wanted to fear him. You wanted to be his friend, you wanted a friend that you met online and that’s it. You didn’t want whatever complicated entanglement of emotions this was. You just wanted for things to go back to normal.

But it never could and you think that’s the worst part of it all. He’s always going to be tainted in your mind.

There was only one saving grace to this entire ordeal- he cared for you- somewhat. He hadn’t killed you (yet), he showed his face to you, and he let you touch his neck and wrist without turning you to dust. You were fine. You were still alive and he had made sure that during his last attack, you were home.

You’re relieved. You’re disgusted. Your face heats at the thought of him. You fume when you remember who he is. You’re a tangled mess of emotions and whenever you try to detangle it, it causes you more pain and sickness. You wonder if he’d allow you to leave him. You wonder if you’d even have the courage; if you’d even want to.

The music fades and is replaced with a shrill ring that makes you flinch and answer quickly.

“Hello?”

“It’s me,” his voice is gruff.

“You’re gonna need to be a lot more specific than that,” you tease, easily falling back into your olds ways. It’s easy to do this, easy to hear his voice and think he’s just another friend.

“Funny.” You can practically hear him roll his eyes. When you remain silent waiting for confirmation, he sighs. “Tomura.”

“Now was that so hard?” It’s so much easier to pretend that he’s still Tomura.

“Yes,” he growls. “You knew it was me.”

“Eh,” you shrug, turning on your heel to walk back to your apartment. “I hadn’t looked at the caller ID when you called so I was like only ninety percent sure it was you?”

“That’s dumb. Why hadn’t you checked?”

“I was listening to my tunes and then the ring was super loud and painful and I really didn’t want to hear it anymore.” You always were so open with him and now that it counts to keep quiet about your life, you can’t seem to shut up. “Anyways, what’s up? It’s pretty early for one of our calls.”

“Is it?” You hear him hum. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You hadn’t checked the time before you called?”

“I was ninety percent sure it was late when I called,” he said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyone ever told you you’re funny?”

“I think I’m hilarious.” He sounds so smug on the other line.

“Oh of course you are,” you smirk and skip over a crack on the sidewalk. “Whenever we talk, I’m always in stitches.”

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Perhaps,” you purse your lips.

“I’ve made you laugh.” He pauses. “Have I?”

“Hm… I’m sure you have during one of our calls,” you stick the tip of your tongue out. “I’ve made you laugh,” you point out.

“That’s because whatever comes out of your mouth is ridiculous.”

“Wow,” you can feel your grin growing. “Just wow. Going right for the jugular, huh?” You scoff, and bring a hand up to rub at your neck, fingers freezing when they feel your pulse underneath.

“I’m not wrong.”

“You know, you’re not being very nice right now.” Your hand twirls the headphone wire around a finger. “I almost have half the mind to hang up,” you joke.

“Are you going to?” Overhead a bird chirps, fluttering onto a tree branch and hopping over to a nest. The bird flutters away when another comes onto the same branch. You try to follow it with your eyes but lose it as flies beyond your sight.

“No. I like talking to you,” your smirk grows, “even if you don’t make me laugh.”

“Fuck off,” he growls.

You give him a small laugh and it slowly fades away. You can hear him boast about how he made you laugh, poking fun at you and sarcastically repeating your last statement. You hum in response to him. The laughter that had bubbled out of you was sweet and light but you still feel sick.

“Yeah,” you speak softly, “you made me laugh.” It’s a rollercoaster of emotions with him, you never know what to feel and what to expect. “But I still think I’ve made you laugh more.”

“Tch. Whatever.”

“So like I mentioned earlier, it’s early for one of our calls. What’s up?”

You hear him clear his throat. “I don’t know,” he says. “I think I just wanted to talk to you.” The sentence makes both your heart full and ache all at once.

“Oh. That’s… unusually kind of you to say.”

“Shut it dumbass,” he says in a low voice and in the distant you think you hear a door slam.

“What? You said it!” You shake your head. “You’re not usually so nice to me—”

“Yes I am,” he argues.

“Tomura, you literally called me a dumbass.”

“It’s a nickname,” he argues.

“Nickname?” You say in exasperated voice. “You know, I’m not having this conversation.” You take in a deep breath. “For what it’s worth, I like talking to you too. You’re fun to talk to and uh, believe it or not, you’re interesting to be around,” you exhale and the knot in your stomach has loosened.

“What are you doing?” He changes the conversation and his voice is tight.

“I’m walking home. I went for a walk around the park to clear my head a bit.”

“About?”

“Just… too many thoughts, you know?”

“I guess.” He takes in a sharp inhale and gives a weak cough. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks hesitantly.

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s uh, remember that thing I cried about when you came over last?” You can feel your face burn in embarrassment. You still hadn’t gotten over that you actually cried in front of him.

“Yes.”

“Just about that. About them,” you whisper out.

“They sound like a dick.”

Your laugh is humorless. “No. They’re- They’re really cool. They’re a bit rough around the edges but I like them. They’re really- They’re really something special to me.”

He’s silent. “Well if they ever piss you off—”

“What?” You smirk. “You’ll kill them for me?” Your stomach drops. “It’s just a little friendly squabble,” you speak rapidly, shaking your hand in front of you, your steps hurrying. “It’s just a lot on me, seriously.” The thought that he would potentially kill for you (Is it even for you? Did you jump to conclusions prematurely?) makes you queasy.

“Whatever.” You don’t miss how he doesn’t deny your little “joke”. “If you really have a problem with this person, I don’t see why you don’t just talk to them or drop them.”

You wonder if you can be truthful with him. You wonder if he could or would ever be truthful with you. You sigh. “It’s not easy. I- I really like this person a lot. He means a lot to me and I know- or at least I want to believe- that he doesn’t mean to hurt me but, you know. Sometimes things happen on accident.” You kick a stray rock and watch it bounce off of the sidewalk and into the murky water on the side of the road.

“If he’s hurting you—”

You interrupt him. “I don’t think he’s aware that he’s hurting me- on accident or on purpose. He- He doesn’t know that I know something—” you’re pushing it— “but I can’t tell him that I know.”

“Why?”

The view of your apartment grows closer. “I don’t think he’d be very happy with me,” you speak gently, voice strained. “I think… I think best case scenario, he won’t care and we can still be friends. Worst case scenario—” you remember his long, thin hands with cracks in them— “he could kill me.”

“What?” He seethes out.

You jump and halt in your steps. “Tha-That’s like worst case scenario though!” You’re quick to rectify your mistake. “I uh, usually overthink things and my mind likes to think of the absolute worst outcome possible.”

“If he—”

“He means well. At least I think he means well.” You wonder how long you can go with describing your predicament until he catches on. “I just… I found out something I shouldn’t have. And,” you lip quivers, “I messed up is all.” You can hear the beginning of a word on his tongue, ready to start his sentence until you cut him short once again. “Can you promise me something?”

“What?” There’s curiosity and gentleness mixed into his voice.

“You have to pinkie swear about being honest or I won’t tell you.”

“We’re over the phone?”

“Just you know hold it up,” you hold your pinky up and you’re reminded of him again, “and curl it. It can be our thing. All friends have a thing.”

“You’re being childish.”

“Tomura,” you whine.

He clicks his tongue. “Fine. I pinkie promise,” his voice is mocking but you take it.

“Did you do the curl thing?” You still have your pinkie curled in front of you.

“Yes,” he grunts out.

“Okay,” you take a hop in your step and climb the staircase to your apartment, peeling paint falling from the rails from under your touch on the railing of the stairs. “Will… Will you promise that you’ll never be mad at me?”

He’s quiet for just a moment, and you lean against the railing of your apartment, watching people walk below you. Your finger scratches over the peeling paint and you sooth it over with the pads of your fingers.

“I can’t promise that.”

You can feel your heart stop. “Why?”

“You’ve pissed me off before, I’m sure you’ll do it again.”

You nod into the receiver. It’s a still moment between the two of you. Somewhere above you, you hear a door click close with heavy steps that fade away. There’s laughter and shouts around you, fast climbing of the stairs and whistling. There’s life around you and on the other sound of the phone is someone who brings death.

“Yeah,” you speak softly, “I guess that makes sense.” You wonder if he ever did think about killing you.

“What about you?” He asks, his voice serious. “Will you ever be mad at me?”

The setting sun casts orange across the sky, mixed with hues of blue and pink. Shadows stretch long into the road below and it seems that with the fading daylight, people match the mood that is outside, their voices are quieter, with the sting of coming cold nipping at their skins and cold winds that make their clothes flutter. “I don’t know. I think fights in friendships are normal so I can’t exactly promise that.”

“So we’re going to fight?”

If you focus, you think you can see your breath in front of you. “Maybe.” Your phone buzzes in your hand. “I hope not.”

“Are you home?”

“Yeah, I got home a bit ago.” Your hand grips the railing and your knuckles turn white. “Right now, I’m just outside.” Somewhere, you can hear the barking of dogs and the honk of a car. “Do you want to have a video call? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” you turn around and open the door, goose bumps ride your skin and you bring a hand to soothe over your chilled skin. “If you want, you know,” you add.

“Sure,” his reply is quick. “Let me just get set up.”

“Yeah, same. See you in a bit then.”

You shut the door and your press your back against the wood. The flat is dark, weak strays of sunlight peek through the blinds and share a bit of its warmth and guidance. It’s dark inside, and for a moment you’re alone. The noise from the outside is gone. There is no noise and only fleeting sunlight which is overpowered by the shadows. You’re still for a minute. And then you take a deep breath with closed eyes and hold it for a few seconds, letting it go slowly. You peel yourself off of the door and make your way inside.

He waits for you to accept his call, His hands reach over to his face, clawed and extended but he stops an inch before he can feel his skin. Red eyes dart over to the corner of the room where an old blanket is clumped and hiding something.

It’s your gift to him.

It holds a few creams of different scents, one with no scent, a few soap bars that were in the shape of macaroons and one in a rectangle that smelled of the night after rain. It was a sweet, personalized gift that you had given him, complete with a note that read:

To Tomura,

Hope this makes your skin feel better! Tell me if it doesn’t and I can try new things to get you:)

With love Love,

Your friend

He can’t remember the last time someone wrote him a note or had even given him a gift. It all remains untouched. He picked everything carefully out of the bag the night he returned home, and dragged a finger across the edges, carefully minding the placement of the rest of his hands. He told himself, he won’t ever use it- it was all too precious to him. If he used it, it would run out and he would be forced to throw your gift away.

He couldn’t promise you that he won’t ever get mad at you but when he looks at the thin, tearing fabric that protects something that you had given to him, for him, he makes up his mind. He won’t ever be mad at you. He can’t hurt you. He’ll lay waste to society and make sure that you remain untouched. There’s warmth in his chest as he carefully walks over to wear the bag sits, how his hands carefully remove the tissue paper and he moves at a slow pace until he picks the note up and places it next to him. The blanket shrouds the gift, protecting it poorly from wandering eyes and he grabs the note and makes his way back to his seat.

He folds it open and lays it to rest next to the monitor, watching as it tries to flutter to a close only to be opened back up with a fold in the opposite direction to make sure it stays.

“Love,” he whispers. It’s a foreign word on his tongue. It’s a deep, meaningful word and he’s sure he’s felt some form of it before. To his sensei, to Kurogiri, to the League even if he won’t admit it out loud. But it’s all felt different. Was it devotion? A sense of familiarity? Camaraderie? None of it ever gave him this feeling. It was as if he were on fire whenever he saw you; he needed to hear you, needed to know that you were still oblivious and cared for him. And you do- if the present is anything to go by. He’s going to do his best to make sure no harm comes towards you. You already have someone who’s hurting you, but if he acts on it now then you’ll push yourself away from him, your attention won’t be on him- you will be busy mourning and sobbing over someone who isn’t him.

He’ll bide his time if it means that you’ll stay with him in the end.

A soft ringing fills his room and he jumps. He runs a calloused hand through his hair and lets out a breath, his heart pumping erratically and with shaky fingers, he clicks the accept button.

You fill the screen with wide eyes and bottom lip that is bitten between teeth. There’s a soft light that fills the room and he sees that you’re in the living room.

“Tomura, hey,” you breathe out, a lopsided smile taking over your features. “What’s up?”

He fights off the grin that comes naturally when he talks to you, allowing a smirk to replace it as his canine glints. “Nothing, really. I finished all my games so there’s not much for me to do now.”

“Whoa!” Your eyes light up and you stand straighter with your hands in loose fists- you were so easy to impress. “You finished all of them? Even the one where you had trouble with the final boss?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, even that one.”

“Did you look up any cheat codes?”

He narrows his eyes and you and scratches at his upper lip. “No. It just some grinding is all.”

“Oh okay.” Your hands loosen and arms are crossed against your chest. “So now you don’t have any games to play?”

He shakes his head with closed eyes.

When he opens them, the corner of your mouth twitches and he narrows his eyes by a fraction. “So why don’t you go out and buy more? If you want, I can tell you a few of my favorites so we can talk about them together? Or,” you glance to the side, “we could go together? Like a—”

“Like a date?” He raises a brow.

Your face flushes a darker shade and you quickly turn your head to the side, your lips pulled into a thin line with furrowed brows. “Ye-Yeah. Like a date.” You clear your throat, when you look back at him you have a shaky smile on and your voice wavers. “You know- if you wanted.”

He slumps against his seat and lets out a sigh. “I would have declined.”

You let out a deflated “oh” and shuffle awkwardly in your seat. Your lips are downturned and he feels a sting in his chest.

“I hate public spaces. I already told you,” he says hastily. “I would prefer to just order the game online or something else.” Something else is breaking into a store and taking what he wanted. “But I suppose I would take your suggestions,” he says with a silvery voice.

“I guess that makes sense.” He frowns when your voice is still low and disappointed. His hand reaches towards cheekbone, eyes darting across your features and meeting your eyes. He narrows his eyes when you keep focused on his hands and sighs with annoyance; he brings his hand down and curls his hand into a fist. “My tastes are pretty different compared to yours. That game we used to play was the first- er, action game, that I played.”

You still won’t meet his eyes, keeping them focused on literally anything else.

He clenches his jaw and fights back a groan. “I still wouldn’t mind hearing about the games you play.”

“Nah, we probably don’t like the same things,” you wave a hand in front of you; “I shouldn’t bored you with my stuff. How was your day today?”

You’re quick to change the conversation, leaning forward with an expectant smile while you wait for him to answer your question. “It was fine. I just stayed indoors.”

“Right,” you roll your eyes with a smirk, “I forgot that you didn’t like the outdoors.” You smirk falls a bit before it’s picked back up.

“It’s stupid.” The corner of his lip twitches upwards when your attention is focused on him. “All those fucking heroes waltzing around and—”

“Okay, I get,” you snap. He gives you a look and you clamp your mouth shut. “I just,” you chew on your bottom lip, “you don’t like heroes or the outdoors, I get it.”

“What’s up your ass?” His eyes dart to the corner where your note lays still and uninterrupted.

“Tomura,” you scold.

“What? You’re snappy. What is it?”

You bow your head and the arms crossed in front of you move to wrap themselves around you. “I’m not snappy,” you say defiantly, puffing out your chest. “It’s nothing, I just- I get it. You mentioned before that you didn’t like heroes and you don’t like public spaces. I get it.”

“I can’t vent to you now?” He tilts his head and his leg jerks you flinch away from him.

“It’s not that,” you reply meekly already losing your bravado.

“Then what is it?”

When you look up at him, he can see your eyes shine and you blink back the tears away. Did you want to cry? Did he make you want to cry? “It’s just- I don’t want to get into politics right now. Okay?”

“You think talking about heroes is political?”

Your face is flushed and you lean away from the screen. “Of course it is,” you spit out, your face pulled into a grimace, looking down at your lap as if you were ashamed to speak against him. “I don’t want to fight.”

“Are you going to hate me if we do?” You shake your head no but it isn’t enough for him. “I can’t hear you.”

When you look up at him, his breath comes to a halt. Your face is stoic and your arms have fallen from the self-hug. “No,” you look to the side and lower your head slightly. “I’m not gonna hate you Tomura. I just don’t want to fight.”

“I don’t want to fight either.” It’s the truth. He doesn’t want to make you fear him. He doesn’t want a reason to hate you- you’re something good in his life, something pure and untouched and right now, you’re iffy about heroes but he can change that. He can do so much good for you but it’ll just take a bit of time.

“I’m sorry.” You look at him with wide eyes and a lowered head, like a dog that’s getting reprimanded by its owner.

He bites down on the inside of his cheek and lets it slip once he can taste blood. “Are you okay?” He has to play it safe, he can’t scare you off. He doesn’t know when or if he’ll ever reveal himself, but he can’t scare you off.

You give out a scoff with a small smile gracing your features. “Yeah, I just, sorry. I’ve uh- It was a long day is all and I’m sorry I snapped.”

“No harm, no foul.” When you look at with raised eyebrows and the smile that has now fallen, he bites back a curse. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He scratches at his forehead and unclenches his jaw.

He wonders if you would have left him if the fight had escalated. He hates what you make him feel, what you make him do. If you were anyone else or if it was early on in the relationship, he would’ve ended you right then and there. But instead, he gave you half-assed apology and felt bad about making you feel small.

“It’s… been a rough day is all. I shouldn’t have snapped and yeah. It’s behind us,” you tell him, giving him a halfhearted smile.

“Yeah, I guess it has,” he breathes out, leaning against the seat. “So was everything else about you day as bad as right now?” He jokes, a smile quivering on his lips before it falls and he has to force himself to smile.

“Right now it isn’t bad. We had a little disagreement but that’s all it was,” you retort. “It’s going to happen Tomura but I’m never going to—” You stop yourself and click your tongue. You look away from him, from the monitor in its entirety and you stare off into the distance. “I don’t think I could ever hate you.” You sound melancholic when you speak, your shoulders slumped in defeat and though he feels thrilled at hearing those words, feeling light and his muscles twitching with excitement, he can’t help but hate the way you look so exhausted. But in a blink of an eye, you’re back to smiling, and if it was any earlier on in this relationship that you two held, he wouldn’t have noticed how the smile didn’t reach your eyes but now, he swallows when you still hold sadness, when the smile isn’t a full curve but gentle and fragile, as if it could break with one wrong word.

He can’t bear to see you like that. He can’t bear to know that you’re hurt because he snapped at you and fuck! It’s all so complicated with you.

“I can tell you about my day,” he says with a hand clenching around the other, “in detail if you’d like,” he adds, looking down at his lap.

“Really?” Your eyes are wide and finally your smile does reach your eyes. He’s sick to his stomach when he realizes that he wants more of it, that he needs to see you smile more. You’re happy because of him. Everything about you is so easy.

“On one condition,” he holds up a finger and misses the way your eyes go wide. He looks at you expectantly.

“What is it?” You say in a weak voice.

“You have a picture of me right?” His chest is tight; it feels as if an immeasurable weight is resting above him.

“Yeah,” you say with a puzzled tone. “Why do you ask?”

“Because,” he can feel his throat tighten, “I don’t have a picture of you. So, you know.” He rolls his hand and looks off to the side, face burning with a bright shade of red.

“Aw!” He flinches when you coo, your voice already high, coated with a teasing tone. “Do you want a picture of me? That’s so cute!”

“Shut up.” He tries to sound threatening but it only makes you laugh more.

“No! Come on! It’s cute. You of all people want a selfies of your bestest friend,” he cringes at the word, “Big, bad—”

His eyes snap towards you where you have teeth bitten down on your bottom lip. “What?” He asks, eyes narrowed and calculating as they search your face.

“You know,” your voice cracks and you clear your throat, “you said last time that your scar made you look scary and I,” you trail off and you look terrified. He’s about to open his mouth when you beat him to it. “I told you it was cute but you- you had said it made you look scary and I thought teasing you about you being all scary like would be funny. It- You aren’t ba- scary. You’re cute.”

He’s still tense. Cold eyes still analyzing you but you flinch and can’t meet his eyes. You look scared and he can’t bring the thought to life.

“Tomura say something please,” you sound like you’re about to cry.

His eyes dart to your lip that wobbles and he clears his throat. “Are you going to send me a picture or not.”

He breathes a sigh of relief when you nod vigorously. “Of course!” Your eyes finally meet his. “But I want to hear you talk first. And then I’ll send it. I promise,” you hold out your pinky and he scoffs at the childish act but does the same, smiling when you curl in your small finger and mouth the word “promise”.

He feels sick. There’s a burning sensation that floods his body and threatens to consume him and leave nothing but ash in its wake. But when he looks at you, when you smile at him and urge him to talk, he feels calm, the white, hot fire inside of him has simmered and his mind is clear of any fog. He nods and takes in a deep breath. In the corner of his eye, he catches the word “love” written in your handwriting.

Talking to others is tiresome but it’s doable. He knows what to say before he’s had a chance to even think about it. But when he talks to you, he has to watch his words, has to think first and make time for the next anecdote. But you listen to him and take in every word, you never stop smiling at him, often chuckling and inputting your own thoughts. You engage with him. You treat him like a person. You’re complicated. He’s complicated. This entire relationship isn’t meant to last- wasn’t meant to last as long as it has. But it’s still going, you’re still answering his calls and he’s still answering your messages. Feelings don’t come easy to him, you don’t come easy to him but you still welcome him with teasing remarks that no one else would have dared to make.

You make feel as if he wasn’t bred for hatred. You make him feel as if he’s supposed to want more than what he currently wants. He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t hate the things that you make him feel. It’s new and sickening. It leaves him confused but when he spends a few hours hearing your voice, he feels calm, relaxed and he ends up craving more and more at the end of it.

“I like you,” he blurts out, face immediately burning and the need to put on Father greater than any other need. His hands curl into sharp talons and they slowly inched upwards to his neck, ready to claw and free the blood that burned his body.

You look taken aback with eyes wide and mouth parted. He wishes you would say something. He wants- needs you to at least do something other than gawk at him.

And then your face closes, your lips meet and break out into a grin that reaches your eyes which shine with an emotion he’s unfamiliar with. “I like you too Tomura. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You mean a lot to me.” Your eyes dart to the bottom edge of the screen where his hands can barely be seen. “We’re close. At least I think we are,” your shrug and look away from him, “so it’s okay to be a little vulnerable around each other.” You meet his eyes. “Okay?”

You’re being vague. He doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. He doesn’t know if “like” is even the correct word. He enjoys being around, talking to you- he likes it when you smile at him and when his name rolls off of your tongue like it was always meant to. He does like you. And he doesn’t know how you feel about him. You didn’t reject him so that’s a positive direction. You didn’t laugh or hang up the call, you reassured him, you told him you liked him. You were vulnerable in front of him, you let him know it was okay to be vulnerable.

He doesn’t know if he should thank you the vagueness or scowl and throw a tantrum like he once would have. The aforementioned behavior that he once did brings a burning flame to him.

“Thanks,” he says softly, rolling his tongue in his mouth.

You look at him in confusion and your smile is small but holds no animosity towards him. He doubts it ever will. You called him cute, you’ve kept this friendship going, you’ve done so much already and he can’t thank you enough.

“You’re welcome Tomura” you whisper back to him, leaning your head against the couch and he has the urge to go to you right now and- Nothing. He can’t do anything with you. Yet. But he will one day. He can lie to you but he can’t lie to himself and for now, your note will suffice, the scents that you picked out for him will fill his senses, apple and vanilla, honey and mint will invade until he’s grown sick of them.

When the call ends, a black screen in front of him and his reflection stares back at him. You had called him cute. You smiled at him with this softness that he’s only received from you. Everything that he’s received from you is his first time- your gentle touch on his neck, one that you asked for and reached with slow fingers that seared into his skin and memory, your hand upon his wrist when he could see that you were nervous, shaking and mouth parted open with bitten lips as you were falling apart before his eyes.

You chose to hold onto to him- to touch him. You reached out towards him- you always did. He’s not going to tell you who he is, not until he can make sure that you won’t betray him. He’s going to keep you close and blind, make sure that you trust him with everything that you have before he can even mention who he really is.

There’s a knock on his door and he immediately shuts off the monitor. “What?” he calls out, turning his head a fraction of an inch to the side.

“Have fun with your little meeting?” His voice is gruff and he smells of smoke and tobacco.

“Plenty,” he responds too quick for his own liking.

“Look I really don’t care about your personal—”

“Is there something you needed?” Shigaraki bares his teeth at the intruder. “Make it quick.”

“Just wanted to tell you that we’re all getting a bit antsy.” Hands drum against the doorframe. “You’re the so called leader so go and I don’t know, calm their minds.” He leaves without waiting for a response, leaving the door open and suddenly Shigaraki feels exposed.

He rises slowly and cracks his neck, jaw twitching and suddenly his eyes are cold and he places a cold hand on top of his face and walks out the door, closing it shut with a soft click.

At the end of it all, you’re a hypocrite. You’re terrified of him- you want to continue to have him in your life. You’re sick at the thought of him- you adore talking to him. You were never good at making decisions, always too curious at what the options held, always too nervous to seek something out. You don’t want him out of your life, but you know that having him in your life will bring nothing but heartache and regret.

He likes you for now. Right now, you’re entertaining to him. But it’s always going to be a countdown until he grows tired of you or until you prove to be a threat. Him going out of his way to meet you is a big enough of threat to himself but your entertainment value must outweigh that. And it does- for now.

With shaky hands, you raise your hands to wrap themselves gently across your neck. You swallow and you can feel the movement underneath your thumbs. You can feel your pulse light and steady, your eyes burn with unshed tears and you wonder how long you have until the timer reaches zero and your hands are replaced with his.

Your phone buzzes against the bed and you’re choked up, slowly bringing your hands away from your neck with a tear that burns down to your chin and marks your shirt. You pick your phone up and a ghost of a smile spreads across your face.

Tomura:

[Thanks again for the skin care things]

Your heart skips a beat and you let out a sob with a hand covering your mouth and dull nails digging into your skin. You like him and fear him. There’s too many emotions that overwhelm you and you don’t know what to do.

You take in a deep breath and for a moment, everything is still and calm. Your tears disappear and you stand in front of the mirror fixing your hair and smoothing over any strands. You crawl back into bed with your back against the head board and you scroll through your phone, finding the app with the cute filters and once clicked on, you have the phone faced towards you, scrunching in embarrassment when you’re shown in an unflattering angle. You look for the right filter and once found, you give a smile and a peace sign.

Blood pumps loud and your heartbeat louder. You attach the picture in a message and send it to Tomura with a winking emoticon as the written message. The message is sent and now there’s nothing you can do.

Your stomach churns and twists into a tight knot. You hold your hand against your mouth and walk to the bathroom. Your hands grip the counter and eyes are red and there are tear tracks that mark your face. Your bottom lip trembles and you wish desperately that he would call you so you could forget all of these feelings for just a second. There’s a pounding in your chest and you can taste acid in your mouth while your eyes are rimmed red and soon your vision blurs and you’re spitting bile mixed with salvia down the drain.

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wavbleu · 4 years ago

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for all my fellow black girls muah muah<3

Vinnie hacker: A little spice

Tw: raceplay , slaveplay , whips , degradation , usage of the nword<3

(NAH IM JUST JOKING SIDJSJ)

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Vinnie and you have been coworkers , you have been working at a small (yet busy) ice cream shop called "Scoops of joy". Since the store was fairly small and could only house up to 5-7 employees, Vinnie was the only person there who wasn't over 30 and was actually somewhere near your age. Obviously you became 'friends' and sooner or later grew close. He always takes you home (since you don't have a car) and offers you to go to fun places with him. Downside, you get into silly fights about stupid useless things , like who gets the last ice cream cone or who gets the attractive customer.

Occasionally you would even fight to the death with the left over ice cream and whip cream and have gotten threats of getting fired multiple times.

Now you have a cute little love hate relationship where you get on each others nerves, But you like it. A little to much perhaps?

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"Vinnie, shut the hell up." You'd say angrily as Vinnie kept irritating you with the "Sweet chocolate Nubian princess" shit. Its a small inside joke between you two ever since a middle aged white guy called you a "Beautiful chocolate Nubian queen."

"Im so sorry my chocolate cocoa mocha Nubian African goddess princess." He giggled before dodging your swing at him, he giggled as you chased him around the parking lot hitting him before you finally had enough and took a seat on the curb.

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Its become a religious thing for you two to hang outside of the store after a long day of work and just talk, you'd take a couple of ice creams then just sit on the parking lot curb and overlook the dark night.

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You'd sit back down on the sidewalks curb and pick up your plastic , flimsy spoon to begin eating your vanilla ice cream, you looked up at the beautiful full moon that shined and glistened over the both of you .

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"Isnt it pretty?" You exclaim.

"Uhh yea."Vinnie caught himself staring at you as you sparkled under the moonlight giving you an ethreal and unreal look. You even made the Beautiful full moon look glum .

"You feel crazy yet?"He says,attempting to make conversation out of the pure silence, glimpsing at the moon then down at you.

"What?" You tilted your head at him confused.

"The full moons suppose to make you crazy."He explains.

"Can it make you stressed out of your mind to?" You sigh.

"Why are you stressed?"

He says in a concerned tone, turning his body to you.

"Well" You began before a cold breezy wind hit you , making you shiver as a reaction . You tried to carry on as if you weren't chilly but failed miserably at it .

"Your cold." He mutters rubbing your knee gently.

"Wanna go to my car? It heats up fast " He smiles, warming your heart.

You nod , he put his hand out for you to grab so you can get up; Although it wasn't much and was just out of kindness , but the size comparison of your hand to Vinnie's , the soft warmth , and firm grab of his hand still managed to give you butterflies.

You allowed him to take you by the hand to his Vehicle. Kindly, He opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat.

"I know how to open doors, Vinnie" You said in a bothersome tone although you secretly appreciated it.

"Its called being a gentleman , Y/n" He responded in a mocking tone.

You took a seat in the car as Vinnie closed the door heavily, scaring you and making you flinch.

"Gah damn" You say under your breath.

You watched Vinnie go around the car to the drivers seat and also closed the door heavily on his side to.

"Bitch you finna break your door." You exclaim .

"It'll live." He says shooing the problem away.

"Anyways whats wrong with you. Tell me whats wrong ." Vinnie said in a caring and empathetic tone, turning all his attention and focus to your face and your voice.

"Its nothing much honestly, just been stressed out." You continue.

"My family has been struggling with money after my mom lost her job, now i have to pick up extra shifts here. I hardly even have time to do homework or go out and have fun and be a fucking teenager. Like i have to cram in all my studies and homework in those gross ass bathrooms because i don't have time to do it at home since im cleaning and taking care of some snot nosed kids that ain't even mines."

"I make all the money and im probably gonna be the sole provider of my house till my mom finds a job. Or until my dad comes back from his trucking thing." You look down at your melting ice cream while picking and playing at it with the spoon.

"Its just kind of tiring y'know.. like who knew food was so expensive? Or that Calculating your monthly spend gives you goosebumps and grey hairs." Your eyes started to tear up, vision getting foggy and blurry from the tears. Your voice broke and you were clearly super distressed.

"Hey hey... look at me." Vinnie said with worrisome in his voice, he'd rub your knee for comfort before you leaped in and gave him a tight hug.

Vinnie wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly and affectionately. "Id do anything to release the stress from you right now"

You sniffed as you didn't know Vinnie could actually be so kind, or tolerable even. You felt a small peck on your forehead as Vinnie kissed your forehead lovingly.

"You are incredible . Smart. Marvelous. Beautiful..." Vinnie mumbled the last part under his breath hoping you didn't hear, but oh you heard. You propped up from his arms and decided to tease him about it.

"You think Im pretty?" You'd bat and flutter your eyelashes at him, puckered up your lips and poked your cheeks, hoping to brighten up the gloomy and sad mood.

Vinnie laughed as he watched you pose and stunt and make cute adorable faces; Watching you made his face redder than a rose.

He licked his lips and smirked as your poses began to get a little sexual.

You'd squeeze your boobs together and do a kissy face before asking.. "Do you think im sexy to?" You tease and giggle before looking him in the eyes, awaiting your answer.

"You know how sexy you are." He said in a low-tone and mellow voice , glancing at your lips before grasping you by the neck and attaching himself to them.

You kissed him back, grasping and caressing his golden blonde hair.

You licked his lips signifying that you wanted to tongue and he accepted it, your tongues rolled over each other and swirled, exchanging spits.

You took turns sucking and kissing on each others top and bottom lips, you both felt like two contrasting magnets stuck together, to mesmerized by each other to pull away.

You looked down at his hardening dick and took the chance to grope and softly stroke it through his pants. You felt his cock throb through his thick khaki pants, His breath quickened and hassled before he abruptly broke the kiss, leaving a trail of spit.

"Fuck baby can we please go to the back?" He'd speak with a needy tone , wanting you already.

You quickly hopped to the back of the car while Vinnie entered through the back door. You pulled Vinnie by his cute striped tie as he towered himself over you, Kissing you a little more before he looked down on your perfect body and bit his lip.

"Do you want me to f*ck you?" He asked in a low and comfortable tone, while slowly lowering himself to your area, unbuttoning your pants. "Yes please~" You'd consent in a sexy tone, watching him quickly pull of your pants and throw them on the car floor. He nibbled on your thighs and lightly placed kisses on them.

He opened your legs and sternly demanded you to keep them open. he slowly pulled off your soaked white panties and threw them to the side. He spread your lips apart and linked his mouth to your cl*t.

Going slow at first then speeding it up. Swirling his tongue all around your sensitive clit while looking up at your moaning face.

He sucked on your clit softly grasping onto your thighs holding them apart. He slowly slid in his middle finger and fingered you curling it and rubbing your g-spot , making you slip out a few more moans.

"You taste so good~" He compliments continued to lick your sweet pussy.

He managed to work in a second finger, you let out a loud gasp while your legs closed as a reflex. He forcefully re-opened your legs, making them shake a bit. "You heard me, legs open." ,"I wanna make you feel good." He says before going back down and attacking your clit.

Your loud and sexy moans filled the car rapidly, hopefully no one was near because you could probably be heard from down the road. "Do me a favor baby, cum all over my face." He murmurs while speeding up his fingering and licking pace.

You arched your back in pure pleasure and grabbed and firmly grabbed his hair making him stay in that spot. Vinnie ruthlessly fucked your tight hole with his two fingers while sucking on your throbbing clit. You loudly moaned as you felt a familiar knot grow and form in your stomach.

"Atta girl~" He encourages as he feels that knot too. "Fuck!" you threw you head back and squirted, you watch Vinnie continue to finger you wanting all of those precious juices out.

"Mmmmm..." He growled as he witnessed you climax all over him and his chest. "Im sorry-" You felt ashamed of the mess you made, all on the car roof, on Vinnie's shirt and even you.

But Vinnie got off to you being like this, a little messy whore. "All good babygirl." He replied.

He started taking off his khakis and throwing them on the floor and loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt but not fully taking it off.

"Ride me."He says beginning to lay down; you crawl and sit right on top of him, right before his dick.

You decided to let your long box braids down from the tight bun they were once in. You seductively pulled the hair tie out of your hair and let your long box braids fall to your sides and back. Vinnie threw his head back, "fuck you are so sexy." He erotically whispered.

You slowly rubbed your wet pussy against his dick , looking down at him; watching him softly moan your name made you even more wet than before. Every time it hit your clit, you would teasingly let out a soft and sexy moan. "Please dont tease me." Vinnie would bite his lip before eagerly grabbing your hips and inserting his long, hardening cock into you.

You'd both let out a small gasp as it all happened out of the blue, you moaned as his big dick quickly filled up your small hole clenching around it and giving him complete euphoria.

You grabbed onto the front seat to maintain balance and composure as Vinnie savagely fucked your tight pussy with no remorse . You felt his dick curl and throb inside you , Hitting every spot you wanted him to.

Vinnie occasionally let out deep loud growls as he kept using you and fucking you hardly.

You let out a sexually stimulating moan as he grabbed your hips, digging his dull nails into them and slammed down onto his girthy , long, 8inch dick.

Petty, you dig your red acrylics into his muscular shoulders.

"Yea you like that don't you? Dirty bitch." He hypothetically asked, then slapped your ass letting it jiggle. You felt yourself about to finish before Vinnie unexpectedly flipped you and put you onto all fours.

"Can i?" He kindly asks, offering to pull your braids. "Mhm." You quickly and impatiently let out. "Great." He mutters before pulling your hair back and forcing himself back into you.

You threw your ass back onto him letting out small moans and mumbling curse words under your breath; Vinnie pulled your hair and fucked his dick into your small hole, making your ass clap onto him. He liked that.

He'd pull you back by your hair and growl into your ear as he was close to cumming.

He got a little too aggressive and put your head back onto the seat and began to press down on your mid back and go deeper. You let out loud, deepening moans as you felt that knot form in your stomach again, he rocked your shit, fucking you so hard that the car was shaking aswell.

"Cum on me baby thats it.." He lightly begged for your sweet juices to be on him continuously , His dick throbbed and his balls slapped your clit , his hard strokes falling sloppy.

You grabbed onto the seat preparing yourself for your powerful orgasm, you clenched yourself around him and moaned "Fuck yes just like that~" as his dick hit your g-spot just in the right place.

"Cum fuck cum~" He growls holding himself back from cumming as well. You loudly released yourself onto his dick , your legs started to judder and shake making poor old Vinnie finish not so soon after, he fucked every bit of cum deep into your limp and tired body then allowing himself to fall onto your back.

"Shit.." He groans into your ear, beginning to rub your quivering legs. "You came hella hard chocolate nubian queen huh ?" He giggled and you giggled to.

"You get on my nerves." you sarcastically say

"You like it though." he mumbles before placing small kisses onto your shoulders.

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A/n :

I genuinely enjoyed writing this, sorry for the inactivity , and 2nd part of the highly requested jordan powell random is coming up. You prepared for a deep throat? ;)

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Nine

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I hum along to the Christmas music softly playing over the speakers of the grocery store as I walk down the aisles, pushing my buggy, looking at the different types of cereal.

Nikki doesn't like sweet cereals aside from Captain Crunch, so I just grab a box of it before heading to grab toilet paper and paper towels, along with some eggs, and head to the checkout line, my attention stalling on a tabloid on display.

"Nikki Sixx & Vanity: Their 'Friendship' Timeline," it reads, a picture of Vanity and Nikki plastered on the front...I exhale sharply.

I can't believe it's been four months since Vanity aired out their dirty laundry on TV.

That means Duff and I have been together for three and a half months...

I'm quickly backing up and walking to the sexual health section, examining the many brands of pregnancy tests.

I grab the cheapest and go back to the line.

"I told them not to put those out," my cashier states to me when it's my turn, as she sees me give another glance to the magazine with my husband and his mistress on the front.

When she gets to the pregnancy test, she clears her throat.

"Celebratory or...?" She asks, swiping the test.

I pretend I don't hear her.

I shut my trunk, my arms wrapped around grocery bags as I step to the front door, of the house, the sun setting through the neighborhood, and I sigh heavily as I grab my key.

I haven't been home in a couple days, avoiding Nikki as much as I can, but I know we need groceries in the house and I know he hasn't left to get any, and even though I'm done with him, I don't want him to starve or something.

Opening the front door, the house is a wreck just from a glance, and I quietly shut the door in case he's asleep, and head to the kitchen.

I quickly stop in my tracks when I see through the dim light, coming from the single lamp in the foyer, figures moving in the living room, a light littering of giggles flittering through the air…

I turn the lights on, nearly dropping the groceries to see eight girls in lingerie, girls at least in their late teens, piled on Nikki—and Steven—lips swollen from making out with each other and euphoric glows casting over all of them.

I'm at a loss for words.

Nikki and Steven just look at me, Steven looking like a guilty kid.

"Is that your wife?" One of the girls straddling Nikki asks, looking at me, wide eyed.

"Ex-wife." I correct her.

This is where the story tends to get misconstrued. If you ask Nikki or Steven what happened, they'll tell you it went down like this…

"Vivian put the fuckin' gun down!" Nikki yells at me as I hold his shotgun, the girls screaming and scattering like roaches while he and Steven run to the backyard as I pump a bullet into the chamber and fire off, missing them by a couple inches as our wall by the back door is blown to hell, chasing after them and emptying the gun in our backyard whilst trying to shoot them.

What actually happened…

"Get out of my house." I tell the girls harshly and they look at me, pissy.

"If I want them here, they can be here." Nikki argues.

"They're babies, Nikki!" I shout, and the girls all defensively simultaneously let out their ages, ranging between 18 to 20, but I honestly don't see how some of them are over 17. "Then let me see your ID." I tell them.

"We came to hook up, we didn't come to get interrogated." One of them states.

"Okay, well, you've had your fifteen minutes with Nikki Sixx so you can get out of my house." I repeat.

"Fuck off!" She exclaims to me and I raise my brows.

Fuck it.

I go to our bedroom and grab what I need, and I don't give anybody a warning before firing off shotgun shrapnel into our glass ceiling, shards of mirror raining down as I hear the girls holler and cry out in fear, scampering to the door in their heels, and once the gun is unloaded, I look in the living room and see fluffy black and blonde hair peek up from behind the couch, their eyes bugging, pupils taking up most of their eye.

When the cops showed up, I said I accidentally fired into the ceiling while trying to clean the gun. They were fans of Nikki so they didn't give us a fine for public disturbance, and they didn't ask why eight girls were in our lawn in lingerie, either.

"I cannot believe you." I grit through my teeth when Steven blocks my entrance into their rehearsal studio, his heavy panting clouding the words trying to come from his mouth. "Did you run here?!" I exclaim and he nods, still trying to catch his breath, still trying to get his apology out that I can't even hear because he's talking but not saying a word due to his breathing. "Moron." I hiss, shoving him out of my way to get inside.

"Viv, wait!" He musters out, following me.

"Fuck you!" I shout.

"Vivian, please, let me—" he gasps for breath some more.

"—I hope you're having an asthma attack or something, I really do, dumbass, I really do." I march away from him and he grabs my wrist, a pathetic look on his face.

"Look—"

"—No, you 'look,' I refuse to be the little bitch that just lays on her back and let's everybody fuck her to hell with their bullshit. It's gross and it's disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for even being apart of it, Steven, because I thought you wouldn't do that shit to me. Just 'haha it's so hot to do stupid shit that'll hurt Vivian,'" I mock his voice, and he tries to talk again, "No, just shut up and go suck on Nikki's balls some more because I don't think those teenage girls did it enough!" I turn on my heel go to find the guys.

"You're not mad about their age, you're mad Nikki didn't give a fuck." He gets out, taking deep breaths and I stop and turn to look at him, rolling my jaw. "You're jealous, and you know you are, and it's okay and normal to be, Viv, I know you still—"

"—Know I still what, Steven? Hmm? Love him?" I furrow my brows, stepping to him, my heels clicking on the floor when I get face to face to him, our nose nearly touching, my voice shaking with anger as I say, "He could die tomorrow and I wouldn't give a single fuck because he's been dead to me for months. And as of right now, you are to. So don't come at with me trying to strike up some empathy for a person I feel absolutely apathetic about." I sneer quietly, turning. "And stay away from teenagers. I don't care if they're eighteen or nineteen, they're still fucking kids."

I grind my teeth together as I leave him standing in the hallway before I try to go into the girls bathroom, only for it to be locked.

"Damn it." I mumble, holding back tears, glancing at the door of the boys bathroom.

Without shit given, I open the door and walk in, seeing Izzy standing over the toilet, cigarette in his mouth, peeing.

He glances over his shoulder and looks at me.

"Viv." He says the best he can, smoke puffing past his lips.

"Izzy." I reply, sitting my purse on the sink, digging through it. "Sorry, the girls bathroom was taken." I mumble.

"No problem." He replies. "Not like you haven't seen it before." He adds and I roll my eyes.

"Unfortunately." I sigh out, grabbing the box with the pregnancy test in it. "Hurry up, please."

He looks at me to say something smart back, but looks at the box and his face falls.

"Jesus fuck, Viv, what do you have that for?" He asks me.

"Okay, I know you went to high school in Indiana and their version of Sex Education was just ways to stick your dick in a pickup truck's tail pipe without getting carbon monoxide poisoning, but when a man and woman have sex, they have a risk of procreation." I tell him.

"With Duff? " He asks me with a confused face.

"No, I got Bret Michaels and Willie Nelson to cum in a cup and I mixed it together and went from there." I sarcastically hiss.

"Fuck you, smart ass, I was asking a legitimate question." He zips his pants back up and steps aside for me.

"Yes, with Duff. I haven't had sex with Nikki in months." I tell him.

"Sorry, I didn't know if you were doing them both or what." He shrugs and I glare at him.

"No. I'm not." I inform him, pulling my dress up and my panties down.

"Okay, that's my cue." He says, turning away from me, in reference to my naked bottom half.

"Not like you haven't seen it before." I repeat what he said earlier and he chuckles, going to open the door. "You're leaving?" I ask him, quickly, and he looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"I need support." I tell him, honestly sounding scared and he leans his head back and rubs his eyes.

"Vivian, babe, I can just go get Duff—"

"—No, no, he doesn't need to know I even think I'm pregnant." I state, panicked. "Look, it'll take a few minutes but I can't wait for the result by myself, it'll drive me up the wall." I plead with him.

"Well, what if you are pregnant, are you gonna tell him, then?"

"I-I don't know." I admit. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there just, please, stay in here with me."

He lets out a heavy breath before nodding, rubbing his forehead.

"Alright, alright. Just piss on the stick because I'm missing rehearsal for this."

It was an agonizing wait, but once Izzy glanced at his watch and said, "alright, it's been long enough," I felt like it had only been a few seconds.

"Maybe we should a wait a little bit more." I suggest.

"Viv, it's been ten minutes. You already put it off once before, come on, now. Cowgirl up." He tells me.

"Okay." I breathe out, anxious, rubbing my lips together and shakily reaching for the test before quickly snatching away. "I can't do it." I say to him, shaking my head. "You look at it and tell me."

"Vivian—"

"—Please?" I beg, giving him my best puppy dog eyes and he lets out a breath and reaches for the test, looking at it, nodding a little.

"Well, Stripey, we're at the bridge, how're you gonna cross it?" He asks me, handing me the test, and I see a perfectly shaped "+" on it.

I started to panic, and think irrationally, as I do when I'm backed into a corner. So in my panicked state, the best thing I saw for me to do, was...

"You are fucking insane." He tells me sharply, leaning against the sink. "Like evil insane."

"Izzy, I don't know what else to do aside from just get rid of it or hope and pray I miscarry, and that's kinda fucked." I explain, holding back tears.

"You want to fuck Nikki and just play it off as his—that's more fucked up than praying the damn thing away!" He whipser yells. "And what about Duff? What the hell happens to him when you pull that shit?"

"I don't know, Izzy, alright? But he doesn't need a kid to worry about when he's just starting to get a taste of what he's wanted for years, now, and I don't want to—"

"—He's going to be fucked up with the idea of you still screwing Nikki when he's under the impression that you two are gonna be this magical little fairytale of unicorns and sparkles and love and shit, Vivian!"

"I know, but I don't know what else to do!" I reply in the same tone.

"Oh, my God." Izzy exhales smoke from his fresh cigarette. "You can't tell me this shit. You shouldn't have even let me know about this because now I'm a fucking accomplice to your batshit crazy scheme." He scolds me.

"Izzy—"

"—You are the fucking devil, Vivian. Axl was right. You are the actual devil."

"Well, you tell me what to do, Izzy, because that's the only thing I can come up with!"

"Why does it matter if the child is Nikki's or not, you two are getting divorced anyway, so why does it matter if it's somebody else's?" He questions, and I stay quiet. "You are filing for divorce, right?"

More silence.

"Oh. My. God."

"Izz—"

"—Will you quit incriminating me with you when you do stupid shit?!" He lets out, slightly panicking. "Now im gonna be fucked sideways if they find out I knew and never said anythi--why the fuck were you even screwing Duff if you weren't a thousand percent sure you were gonna leave Nikki?!"

"Because I thought I was but no—"

"—Izz, you alright?!"

"Duff." Izzy mouths to me. "Shhhit."

"Answer him." I mouth back.

"Yeah, man, I'm good...just really, um, fucked on that pizza from earlier!" He lies as I shove the pregnancy test box back in my purse along with the test, and zip it up.

"Okay, dude, just making sure!" Duff replies, the sound of him walking away letting us know the coast is clear.

Just to make sure Izzy sticks his head out of the door, and glances at me.

"Go," he motions and I do. "Last door on the left of that hall." He adds and I go in that direction, opening the door and seeing Axl, Duff, Slash and even Steven has joined them.

"Hey," Duff's face lights up when he sees me, and be puts his bass down as I walk to him.

He wraps an arm around my waist and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

"Hi," I smile when he pulls away, looking into his eyes, while I can see Izzy staring at me from the corner of my eye, taking a drink from his cup with this look on his face like I've just killed his best friend.

I honestly might if I'm not careful.

Once their rehearsal is over, it's around 5:00pm, and my stomach is killing me.

"Can we get food?" I ask him, my hand in his as we step to the parkinglot.

"No, I'm just gonna let you starve." He sarcastically lets out and I cut my eyes up at him. "Where do you wanna eat?" He asks next, letting my hand go so he can grab his pack of Marlboros and settle one between his lips, lighting it, before grabbing my hand again.

"I don't know." I shrug.

"I thought you said you're hungry." He says next.

"I am—that doesn't mean I know what I want to eat." I add and he just looks at me.

"Do you want a burger?" He suggests and I wrinkle my nose. "Okay...chicken?" Again, I don't look pleased. "Dennys?"

"That's fine with me." I nod.

"Thank God." He sighs. "My car or yours?" He asks next.

"Doesn't matter." I tell him.

"Alright, we'll take mine." He says, stepping to the passenger side, opening the door for me without a second thought.

"Aww," Slash says as he comes out of the building, teasing Duff from behind his shades and his own cigarette.

Duff just smiles and flips him off, walking to the driver's side.

"I'll see you later tonight, man!" Slash calls.

"Alright!" Duff says back, shutting the door, fumbling for his keys to put them into the ignition.

"You guys are going out tonight?" I ask him as he cranks the car.

"Yeah, you can come." He offers and I shake my head a little.

"Um, I was actually gonna go visit with Sharise and Skylar for a few hours, tonight." I tell him.

(Pt. 79 CONT.)

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awhitehead17 · 5 years ago

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Congratulations You’re A Father

TimKon, Future, Time Travel, a kid comes from the future, Fluff, Angst, Getting Together, First Kiss.

Summary: Learning that he has a kid in the future isn't too bad, Tim can get his head around that fact. But learning that the kid is half him and half his best friend is pretty mind boggling, especially when they aren't even together.

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“Congratulations Tim, you’re a father.”

“You being serious?”

“DNA matches 50%. He is your kid.”

Tim gapes at his older brother trying to comprehend what he’s just been told. The last couple hours have basically been a blur of peculiar events.

Tim and his brothers had been down in the cave, doing their weekly sparring competition, when suddenly a glowing purple portal appears at the edge of the cave grabbing their attention. Before they could do anything about the mysterious portal, a teenager stumbles through it and into the cave.

The portal disappears like it had never been there and the sudden teenager it left behind looks disoriented as he surveys his surroundings. Tim and his brothers had been frozen in confusion at the event, because how did a portal just appear in the Batcave without a single trace, and didn’t immediately react to the teenager.

This teenager was in normal clothes, had dark hair, he had a lean but yet muscular body however the most noticeable thing was how there was a large red patch growing on his t-shirt on his left side. The stranger, seeming unaware of his apparent injury, finally notices them and his gaze lingers. His expression becomes one of confusion when he looks in Tim’s direction.

“Dad?” He had called out and before any of them could yet react, the teenager abruptly collapses on the floor unconscious.

From there it had been a flurry of movements to get this kid patched up and medically seen to as best as they can and work out what he meant by ‘dad’. Alfred patched him up, claiming that it looked like a stab wound and how it needed stitches but wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, after a week or two of rest he’ll be fine.

Once working out that the kid was going to be alright, they kept him sedated and then moved onto working out what he meant by calling Tim ‘dad’. Jason made plenty of jokes about who Tim could have potentially had knocked up. Damian wasn’t interested, claiming he ‘couldn’t care less about there being another Drake in the world’. Dick had been the most sympathetic, he had joined in with one of Jason’s jokes before actually taking the matter at hand seriously, he had been the one who suggested they do a DNA test.

It came back positive.

“Looking at that kid’s age he’s about 16 or 17, meaning Tim you would have been three when you… convinced him. Which is really all kinds of wrong to think about. My guess is that he’s from the future, or another dimension, or like an alternate reality.”

That's where Tim’s thoughts were headed to as well. They happen to be the only options that make sense and the next question is, what one of those options was it? Tim glanced the teenager again and now could actually spot of his own features on the kid, his nose for one. His eye shape (despite them closed at the moment) and the colour of his hair.

However as Tim looks at him, there was something else that felt familiar about him but Tim couldn’t place what it was. He guesses that it’s the other parent's features coming through as well, but he has no idea who it was. It suddenly became an itch he couldn’t scratch and now Tim wants to know who the other parent was, who his future partner would be.

Then again did he want to know? If this teenager was really from the future, did Tim want to spoil that for himself?

He shakes his head, trying to clear those thoughts, time travel and everything linked to it was complicated.

Tim opens his mouth to ask a question but his phone ringing stops him from doing so. He leans over and grabs it from the computer desk, he answers it without looking at the Caller ID.

“Tim, buddy, you going to let me inside any time today? Last time I came through the window you yelled at me for a good 10 minutes and I don’t want a repeat of that.”

Instantly Tim smacks his forehead with his palm. “Shit, Kon, I am so sorry I completely forgot!” He turns away from the phone to where Alfred was already heading for the stairs. “Alfred could you-”

“I’m ahead of you Master Tim, I’ll let Master Conner in and send him down as I head for the kitchen to make us all some snacks.”

“Kon, Alfred will let you in. We’re down in the cave alright.” Tim tells him, he hangs up on his friend before he could get the chance to reply.

From next to him, Dick looks up, “Kon here?”

Tim pinches the bridge of his nose feeling a slight headache coming on, it’s been a hectic few hours. “Yeah, I’m supposed to be going to the farm with him for the weekend. He’s here to pick me up, I had completely forgotten considering everything that’s just happened. Shit.”

Dick blinks at him before shrugging, “You can still go, it may be better if you weren’t here until we can get this all sorted. It stops anything happening to the timeline.”

He considers it for a moment, “Yeah perhaps but…” Tim looks over at the sleeping figure, there was something inside of him making him reluctant to go. This was his kid, from the future or another dimension, but he was his. Did Tim want to pass this opportunity up? He wonders what he’s called, wonders when his birthday was, what about school or interests and hobbies? How similar is he to Tim?

“Tim.”

He sighs, knowing that Dick has a point. “Yeah I know. It’s just… y’know….”

His brother looks at him knowingly but doesn’t comment further. In that moment Kon finally makes his appearance from the stairs as he descends from them.

“I was stood outside for about twenty minutes dude, not cool. I thought you were playing a prank on me or simply testing my patience.” Kon says getting to the bottom of the stairs and starts to walk over.

As he does, he passes the med-bay and sees the sleeping teenager there. His best friend frowns and looks at them, “So when did the Bat adopt another kid? I didn’t know there was another one of you guys.”

Tim rolls his eyes while Dick snorts, “Just be glad he isn’t around to hear you say that.”

Kon simply grins at them when he stops beside Tim. “Is that why you forgot? What happened?”

“Yeah, sorry about forgetting,” Tim apologises to his best friend again. He looks at Kon before glancing at the teenager again, “a couple hours ago-”

He abruptly stops talking as it sinks in who the other parent could be. He flicks his gaze between his so-called kid and his best friend.

It was Kon.

The other parent was Kon.

He could see it now he’s made the connection. The kid’s got Kon’s jaw line from when he was younger, the same lips, cheek bones and his body type seemed to be similar to Kon’s when he first appeared as Superboy from Cadmus. It had to be Kon, surely. Was that why he felt familiar to Tim?

“Tim? You okay?”

Tim ignores Kon and looks at Dick who was watching him with concern, “Can you run the DNA test again but against Kon’s this time?”

Dick blinks at him, his gaze shifts to his friend before turning back to the computer, thankfully not asking questions. His best friend on the other hand didn’t hold back.

“My DNA? Tim what do you mean? Who you running my DNA against and why? What’s going on?”

Tim continues to ignore him as he watches Dick work. Minutes later his brother turns around to them, he looks up at Kon with a serious expression just as he had done to Tim earlier. “Well, congratulations Kon, you’re a father.”

Kon’s jaw drops in shock as he stares at the older man. “What? What do you mean?” He turns to Tim, his expression hardening as he lets out a fake laugh, “Yeah ha-ha, funny joke. Is this is what you’ve been planning? Because it sucks.”

“It’s not a joke Kon,” Tim tells him. “That teenager in the med-bay is potentially from the future or another dimension and he’s – he’s our kid."

Tim couldn’t believe it. Sure it’s fine that he has a kid, he’s thrilled even, because that means he starts his own family, but with Kon of all people? He couldn’t get over that. He’s been harbouring feelings for his best friend for a couple years now but he hasn’t done anything about it in fear of ruining the friendship between them because Kon couldn’t possibly return the feelings back.

But could he be wrong?

Kon stands silent between them, his face currently kaleidoscope of emotions as he digests the information suddenly thrusted at him.

Still sat on the chair Dick looks between them, “You guys obviously have a lot to talk about, this is certainly unexpected but perhaps it would be best if both of you weren’t here. We don’t want to risk any time line mishaps, or paradoxes happening when we can try and prevent them just for safety measures.”

Tim appreciates what Dick was trying to do, but there was a part of him that was still reluctant to go. It seems that Kon was now having the same issue. “But why? If this is our kid then surely we should get the opportunity to get to know him?”

Dick sighs and looks at them both with understanding and with his ever famous patience he tells them, “I understand why you both don’t want to go but think about it this way, you’ll have plenty of time in the future to be with him. It’ll be even better because you’ll get to see him grow. We’ll handle things here okay, you guys go and enjoy the farm. Tell Ma Kent I say hi!”

Tim and Kon both go quiet, they glance at one another before looking away again. In the end, Tim sighs defeated and starts to walk away, “Okay just at least let us know when he goes back, make sure he gets there safely. Come on Kon, there’s not a lot we can do here anyway, he’s sedated for the time being.”

After some hesitation his best friend follows him, but not without looking in the direction of the teenager first. Tim leads them up the stairs and to his room where a bag was already packed and ready to go. His original plan was to finish sparring with his brothers early so he could get ready for when Kon arrived, obviously that had gone out the window with the turn of unexpected events.

Tim changes out of his gym clothes and into his normal clothes. Once he was ready they head out to the back of the Manor where Kon proceeds to pick him up and together they head over to the farm.

The flight to the farm was awkward and tense as neither of them speak. Both of them lost in their own thoughts about occurred in the cave.

When they finally get to the farm they were greeted with a warm, freshly baked apple pie from Ma Kent. They both accepted the treat with a small gratitude but other than that kept quiet. Ma instantly picked up on the tension between them but thankfully didn’t comment, all she said was that the guest room was all prepared for Tim when he was ready to settle.

They eat in silence and once they were done Kon disappears, claiming he needed to do some chores he happened to forget before coming to pick Tim up. Tim knew the truth though, his friend was going for a long flight in hopes to clear his head, he didn’t blame him. While Conner was gone Tim sets himself up in the guest room, he settles in and gets some work done on his laptop he had brought with him.

When evening came around Kon still hadn’t returned. Tim ate dinner with the Kent’s, making small conversation between them before retreating for the night.

Later on Tim makes his way onto the top of the barn, he was watching the stars in the clear night sky as they dazzled brightly. The sky was always such a contrast in Kanas to Gotham, it was so clear and the air was always so fresh.

It’s about 15 minutes later when Kon appears again. He flies over to Tim on the barn and sits down beside him. They sit in silence for a good while, seeming to be unable to start up a conversation between them.

Kon’s the one to eventually start it, “So… we have a kid in the future.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool. Great even…”

Tim sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Look Kon, I get that it’s weird, it’s completely unexpected, but…”

But what? How was Tim supposed to continue this incredibly awkward and forced conversation between them?

“I like you.” Kon blurts out from nowhere. Tim snaps his gaze to his best friend, both unsure and hopeful at the same time. “I like you Tim, in a way that means more than a friend. Finding out that we have a kid was great. Obviously shocking but its great. I’ve always wanted a family, yeah I found brothers between you and Bart back in Young Justice and then of course the girls joined and we all became a family. But it means a lot more in a way I can’t describe.”

“I like you too.” Tim says without thinking. “I have done for a long time, but I was so scared of ever saying anything because I didn’t think the feelings would be returned. I didn’t want to risk our friendship.”

Kon huffs out a laugh, “We’re a pair of idiots aren’t we?”

Unable to stop himself, Tim grins, “Yeah…”

They go silent for a beat or two, still not moving or doing anything with one another. The tension and awkwardness was still there but not as prominent as before.

“I wonder how we got him.” Tim comments looking up at the sky. “Did we use a surrogate? Maybe cloned him? He’s got our DNA so we didn’t adopt. “

Then for a horrific moment Tim thinks back to the time he had countlessly tried to clone Kon when he died. His heart drops at the thought, was he successful in the end? What if that kid in the med-bay was a clone Tim created out of desperation for his best friend?

A hand cupping his face and turning back to face Kon startles him from his thoughts. Seeing the way Kon’s piercing blue eyes gleam in the night make him forget about that awful time that happened so many years ago.

“Does it matter? We have a kid Tim. One of which is half you and half me. Which brings up the question how did he get injured in the first place if he has Kryptonian genes but that's a worry we’ll have in the future. But for now think we need to actually get together before we start anything kid related at all don’t you think?”

He was grinning at Tim and Tim smiles back, placing his hand above Kon’s holding his face. He licks his lips, “That may be a good start.”

No more words were spoken as they both lean in close, pressing their lips together for the first time. As they kiss Tim feels all of the tension that had built up drain out of him, he wraps his arms around Kon in a loose embrace and smiles against the Kryptonian’s lips as he feels arms wrap around his waist, bringing them closer together.

Then like that all of the awkwardness and tension bleeds out from the air around them, leaving them comfortably in peace and for the seeable future. They’ll tackle everything together as they always have done in the past, in the current present and now in the future.

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years ago

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Before This Dance Is Through XI

Chapter: 11/16

Rating: E (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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Ringo spent a lot of time late at night scrolling through George's Onlyfans profile over the next few days; he was eager to go back to the club but he didn't want George to know that he was eager, so he made do with the plethora of erotica George had supplied. Each time Ringo loaded up the page his eyes would always focus on the 'Message' button, he'd stare at it for a while and debate whether or not he should do it. How likely it was that George would reply was completely unknown to him, but it was definite that if he didn't even send a message then he'd never get a reply. Ringo's account was entirely plain, with no reference to his actual self in any way, so it wasn't as though George would know it was him. But Ringo was still hesitant, he didn't like that this was the only method of contact available to him nor that he'd be hiding behind an anonymous profile. Yet every time he'd load up the page his thumb would hover over it for a few seconds, his curiosity was beginning to overpower the desire to even speak to George. What would he even say?

John was still busy working on his poetry, how busy he actually was Ringo would never truly know, so there was no chance of dragging him along to The Helter Skelter. Going alone would look too strange, Ringo had decided, he was so afraid that George would catch on to exactly how much Ringo liked him. Messaging him was the only viable option left, because even wanking himself off every night to George's photos was beginning to lose its novelty.

It was late at night and Ringo lay in bed in his boxers, it was far too hot to sleep in anything more at the moment. The light had been switched off and so began the nightly routine, loading up George's photos and asking himself the same question: did he dare message him? Ringo wasn't sure what convinced him that night, whether he was just sleepy enough that his inhibitions had begun to waver or he was really getting that desperate, but something fuelled him on.

hey

Ringo stared at his own words long enough that his vision began to blur. Was that enough? He had no idea what his aims were with this, he just wanted something. Even if George went on a rant about how he hated weird creeps messaging him late at night, at least it'd be something. A few minutes passed and Ringo just lay there clasping his phone in both hands. Was George even going to reply? He could've been working, or busy doing something or someone else, for all Ringo knew. But he felt like if he stared at the screen it'd somehow make it more likely that George would reply. His eyes began to droop when his phone suddenly vibrated, he worried that it was another of John's late night texts, but it wasn't.

hi there

Now what? Ringo wasn't exactly sure what the etiquette of this situation was. He'd had his fair share of dirty conversations over text, but is that what this was? Surely it wasn't just somewhere to talk about the weather.

how are you?

Ringo almost cringed when he sent the message, if George didn't respond after this he wouldn't have blamed him. It was like paying for a prostitute only to sit them down and ask them if they'd seen any good films lately. At least Ringo knew George wasn't working, he wouldn't have guessed that he'd waste his breaks messaging potential weirdos, but then he again he didn't have a clue.

just peachy and yourself?

better now

A little cliche, not to mention desperate, but overthinking about his responses would've been a sure way to kill the conversation completely.

arent you sweet? what you up to?

just lying in bed

alone?

as always what about you?

sitting in the bath want to see?

yes

Ringo had written 'please' at first, but realised how pathetic that might look. The speed of the replies had been rapidly increasing up until this point, and in this lull Ringo couldn't help getting a little excited knowing that George was taking a photo of himself at this very moment; even if he wasn't in the bath at all and this pause was a result of him scrolling through his photos to try and find one that matched the fictitious scenario, Ringo didn't care, he was going to allow himself to be optimistic. It wasn't too long before a photo appeared in the chat, blurry at first before Ringo selected to enlarge it, which he did without hesitation.

This wasn't the first time Ringo had seen a photo like this, he remembered very well the photos George had posted a while back of him in the bath, but this didn't look like merely a rejected photo from that session, which allowed him to believe it was contemporary, just for him. George's face was barely in the picture, which was a little disappointing to Ringo but he could hardly complain when his own profile picture was the default one. The bath water was a soft pink colour, no doubt from one of those luxurious bath bombs that Ringo loved the smell of but never bought for himself. One of George's slim legs was lifted up out of the water, gleaming and wet, while his bare chest was fully exposed. Only the bottom of his sharp jawline could be seen, but there was no doubt that this was George, Ringo knew his face well enough by now. It was nothing too explicit, his genitalia completely hidden under the water, but that wasn't really what Ringo was interested in; just to see his beautiful body was more than enough.

Ringo wasn't quite sure what to say in response, if this had been one of his boyfriends it would've been a different story, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. He didn't want to jump into anything too extreme too quickly, scaring George off now would've wounded Ringo deeply.

wow beautiful

Simple yet effective, Ringo told himself. He wanted to avoid saying too much, which was almost always his problem.

your turn

Shit. Ringo threw the covers off himself immediately then lay there frozen. If only he'd had some old photos saved, but he had gotten sick of John rifling through his phone with zero warning then giving critiques on his nudes, which was uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. Ringo had never thought he'd been that good at taking them, especially when compared to the standard of George's photos, they were practically art compared to his own. The last thing he wanted was to look like those sleazy, crude photos that John would always receive on Grindr with no context. There was only a short window to do this, if he took too long George would no doubt lose interest, so he quickly rolled over and stretched over to turn the lamp on his bedside table on to provide at least a little bit of lighting. He couldn't show his face, that was a given, which means he'd have to take things to the next level. He was already half-hard, he had George's pictures to thank for that, and it didn't take more than a few pumps to get him the rest of the way there, especially with the thought that he was doing this for George.

It wasn't the most flattering picture he'd ever taken, one hand pulling down the waistband of his boxers and the other awkwardly angling the phone to take the photo, but it wasn't the worst either. As he sent it, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest and he wasn't sure whether it was from all the erratic movement or something a little deeper.

youre hot wanna suck your dick

Well that was certainly one way to escalate things. Ringo let out a quiet gasp when he read the message, here he was being so nervous about overstepping any boundaries when George entirely throws them out the window.

oh yeah?

yeah you wanna fuck me?

Ringo had no trouble maintaining an erection from this point onward. As much as he knew this wasn't anything more than meaningless dirty talk, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. Whether George was doing this for money or just to get off, Ringo didn't really care; he slid his hand under the fabric of his boxers and began stroking himself.

god yes

how would you fuck me? i like it rough

i bet you do would love to spank that arse while i fuck you

mmm yes please bet your big cock would feel so good in my ass are you touching yourself?

yes

good

It wasn't the easiest thing to do: wanking and trying to type with one hand, but Ringo was somehow managing it.

youre so gorgeous

speak for yourself have you ever seen me dance?

yes

Ringo wasn't sure why he told the truth, his mind was considerably muddy by this point.

and what did you think?

so so hot its so hard not to touch you when you look that good

touch me then i want you to

wish i could wish i could have you all to myself

what would you do to me?

That was the real question. What would Ringo do? What he wanted to do was easy, but if George had walked into his bedroom at that very second the only thing he'd really be capable of doing was probably fainting.

anything and everything i want you so badly id do anything to have you right now

why me?

do you really have to ask? youre absolutely stunning you can turn me on just by looking at me

lucky me id like to do a little more than just look at you

like what

suck your cock its so big i dont know if i could take it all but id try

god id love to see that

then id ride you nice and slow let you watch your cock slide in and out of me

Ringo could already feel his orgasm building, he felt a little embarrassed that it had been so easy. He tried to slow his movements but it only made things worse, he couldn't help imaging the tightness of his hand being replaced by George. He wondered if George was touching himself too, if he was enjoying this at all; it was best not to think about it.

then id flip you over and really fuck you grabbing your arse while i pound you is that what you want?

fuck yes want you choke me make me pass out on your cock

This was bordering on unknown territory now; Ringo wasn't exactly vanilla in bed but he definitely wouldn't describe himself as adventurous, kinky even. But the thought of his hand wrapping around George's slender throat, his rings pressing against the skin, made his hand stutter.

youre dirty arent you?

only if you want me to be ill let you do anything you want

i bet you would

you can tie me up gag me if you want as long as i get your cock

Ringo had no idea what he should expect when he'd sent the first message, but it was certainly wasn't this. It should've been no surprise that George could make him come undone with just his words, and a very enticing photo. He wished they could've kept speaking for hours, but with every message that became more and more unlikely.

shit im getting close

so soon? i want to cum with you

i want to cum inside you

i prefer it on my face id look so pretty with your cum all over me

i bet you would

or i could swallow it wrap my mouth around your fat cock taste your hot cum i wouldnt waste a drop

He cursed himself for getting so close so quickly, especially when things were getting so heated now. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop the images conjuring in his mind: George's sharp face covered with his orgasm, that charismatic grin spreading over his face as he licked as much as he could manage. Some of it falling into his dark hair, over his long eyelashes. It would be an entire new level of beauty, and Ringo needed to see it. He'd begun moaning aloud while he jerked himself, his wrist had begun to ache from holding up the heavy phone for so long.

im so close

me too

Whether George was actually touching himself or not, Ringo didn't care. He'd let himself believe that George was lying in the bath, or on his bed in nothing but a loose towel, with his hand wrapped around himself while he thought of Ringo. Even if he didn't know it was him, if all he'd seen was below the neckline, he didn't care; it was all he needed.

fuck i wish you were here want to fuck you until i explode wanna watch my cum dripping out of you

god yes please fill me up with your cum i want it i need your cum

im almost there fuck

mmm good give me that cum please please cum for me

That was enough for Ringo; he could hear the words in his mind as if George was really saying them to him. It was the most intense orgasm he'd had for a while, and he'd been having a lot of them. He dropped the phone in his exhaustion, falling down onto the bed while he breathed raggedly. Sweat was forming on his forehead, making his hair stick in places. Several seconds passed before he finally picked the phone up again, the clarity was beginning to form which made him question what he'd just done but it was too late to go back now.

that was amazing

it sure was goodnight

Ringo tried not to be hurt by the bluntness of the end, but he supposed George too was having that moment of mental purity which made you want to discard whatever you'd been so obsessed with right up until the moment you finish. He stared at the words for a few moments, exhaustion beginning to take over paired with the realisation that he needed to get up and sort himself out. He would've let the phone drop back onto the bed and got himself suitable for sleep, he would've if that next message hadn't sent. It was only one word, and Ringo had been certain he'd read it wrong or that his eyes were playing some sort of strange trick on him. After realising what he was seeing was in fact real, he couldn't put the phone down but that was about the limit of what he could do; should he send another message? Surely not. Should he delete his account then flee the country? Maybe that a was a little dramatic. In the end he did nothing, just glared at the word as if it would somehow vanish or send him back in time so that he could've never message George in the first place.

A single word, that's all it took to send Ringo into this internal frenzy, his eyes bulging wide and his heart racing. Not just a mere word, a name; his name.

ringo

Shit. How did he know? Had Ringo been that obvious? The whole reason he'd been comfortable sending any of those messages was because he thought he was safe behind his blank and anonymous profile.

But maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. If George knew it was him, whether from the start or not, he'd still stayed messaging him throughout the entire thing. He'd called him hot, he'd told him to touch him. Had all that been genuine? This wasn't meant to over-complicate things, it was meant to be a one-off moment of weakness on Ringo's behalf that went no further than desperate dirty talk and a well needed orgasm. Shit.

Maybe it was all a joke. Maybe George knew that Ringo was trying to be sneaky, so decided to mess him about. It wouldn't have been a complete surprise considering how much he seemed to enjoy teasing him at the club. The real issue was that Ringo simply didn't understand George, every time he thought he'd got him pinned down his intentions would seem to flip entirely. Or maybe that was just Ringo's anxiety getting the better of him; after all he had been single for a very long time, perhaps he was beginning to see exactly why that was.

Ringo felt like he couldn't show his face at the club again, not after exposing himself - rather literally - to George like that; since George had been so agonisingly torturous before, he could only imagine how he'd act now he knew that Ringo truly wanted to sleep with him. Most likely Ringo wouldn't be able to survive it, not for a second.

All he could for now though, was sleep. He tried to focus his brain on anything but George, but the more he tried to avoid it the stronger the urges became. Fighting the idea that his brain was trying to form: that George truly liked him back, all this teasing and mystery was his way of showing it. It just couldn't be true, it was actually too good to be true. Ringo couldn't get a guy like George, it didn't take a genius to see that. It was a ridiculous notion, he was only telling himself what he wanted to believe. This whole thing was ridiculous, falling for a stripper, and this embarrassing episode was a clear sign that he had to stop making himself suffer like this. It was never going to happen.

He couldn't go back now, not after this, not ever. He was done.

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mrsrhys23 · 5 years ago

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Be alright (chapter five)

Paring: Colt x MC

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry. Thank you so much @desireepow-1986 for Helping me!

“So that’s it?” You’re really doing this?”

“That’s it,” she shrugged. “We’re over.”

The pair of them stood in shocked silence. Ellie could hear her heart thudding in her rib cage, like it was going to burst right out of it. Colt prayed that he’d just misheard her. Yes, he was a prick, he’d made an unbelievable amount of dick moves but...he loved her. More than he’d ever loved anyone.

Colt looked up from the floor to her. “You’re really doing this then?” He asked, tears glistening in his eyes. Colt rarely cried over anything, that was just his hard, bad boy facade.

For a long sickening moment she thought that she was making a mistake but...it was the right thing to do. Deep down she knew that. Ellie shook her head, banishing the thought as she gathered enough strength, enough resolve to lock eyes with him. “That’s it,” her voice was quiet, maybe a little defeated as she spoke. “Now get out.”

Colt stayed fixed in place. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it and shut it again. Ellie looked back up from the floor seeing he’d made no attempt to move whatsoever.

“GET OUT!” She screamed at him, any sense of vulnerability that was laced there when she had just spoken was gone, not a trace left. He- they had both royally fucked up and any hope of recovering from this was gone. “Just get out,” she said, quietly this time but still loud enough for Colt to still be able to hear.

Colt unexpectedly decided not to fight back Ellie's decision and left without another word.

********

It had been three weeks, three agonisingly long weeks without each other. It was funny now Ellie thought about it, they hadn't spent a day without each other for a year. He was just always there, someone she could rely on, someone to lean on when things got hard...he was her crutch when her world felt like it was crumbling, but now he wasn’t there anymore.

It was almost like a piece of her was missing, like a chasm in her chest that she knew only he could seemingly fill.

“Get up!” Riya ordered, pushing into Ellie’s room, avoiding the clothes, used plates and other random items that lay scattered across her bedroom floor. Riya opened the curtains with a flourish letting that harsh light pour in, temporarily blinding her and just earning a lazy groan from Ellie as she retreated further under her blankets, shielding the light completely.

“Ellie,” Riya said, Ellie not missing the frustration laced in her voice as her covers was yanked off of her. Ellie let out an aggravated groan as she curled herself into a ball, putting her hands over her closed eyes to further shield them from the blinding sunlight.

She felt the bed dip as Riya took a seat beside her, leaning against the headboard. “You can’t hide from the world forever.”

“I can and I will,” she insisted.

“Ellie....He’s one boy in a whole world of others. There’s other fish in the sea as they say. Maybe you should get yourself back out there?” Ellie sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows to give her best friend a death glare. “...Maybe not then. You can’t just stay cooped up in here all day, you look awful-”

“Thanks,” Ellie mumbled.

“Seriously when was the last time you showered?” Riya continued.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?” Ellie snapped.

“El-”

“No,” she interrupted, “I- I don’t want to ‘get myself back out there’, it hasn't even crossed my mind. I don't need the break up speech where you say it’s gonna get better or i’m gonna find someone else, okay? I’d rather just stay here and wallow in my own self pity, okay?”

Riya sighed, climbing off of her bed and turning to look down at her, “Ellie...you need to move on, sooner or later, it’s been three weeks.”

“I know,” she shrugged, “Can you pass me back my blanket on your way out, please?”

Riya scoffed, making her disapproval known as she sauntered toward the door, throwing Ellie back her blanket before leaving, closing the door more harshly than she originally intended to.

Ellie turned over onto her side and grabbed her phone from her bedside table. She brought it to her face, pressing the home button to illuminate the screen. She felt her heart pang when she saw the photo of herself and Colt.

She felt her heart pang with...something, this was a feeling she had never felt before. She felt almost...empty, lost. Colt for her was the glimmer of light at the end of the long dark tunnel, guiding her safely out from it when the darkness threatened to drown her, but now there was no light at the end, nothing to anchor her down when her mind began to run with the hard thoughts, nothing to help fight off her demons and so the darkness could finally get its claws in.

**********

He sat in a bar...again. He’d been at the garage all day, the one place that once granted him tranquillity no longer did, because it reminded him of her. Everything did. She was a constant thought in his mind and it was driving him insane. She wasn’t his anymore, she was...nothing to him now. Just somebody he used to know.

He sat on a stool by the bar, a pint clutched in his hand, a wave of emotion washed over him but receded.

It had been a couple weeks now and he wasn’t over it. He doubted he ever would be.

Something in his peripheral vision caught his attention, he turned to see a blonde woman, wearing a tight black dress, now standing beside him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked. There was no preamble, no niceties of an introduction, just went straight in.

Colt opened his mouth to speak then shut it again. She was looking at him quizzically so he just answered. “I-no. No, I don’t,” Colt stuttered. It felt like someone had struck him in the chest with a dagger and was twisting it. Just another reminder that he had lost they only thing that he ever really loved.

“What’s your name?” She asked. It was an innocent question but Colt had an inkling that somehow it was more than that.

“I’m interested,” Colt insisted and he truly wasn’t. She was pretty, he wouldn't deny that.

“Fine,” She shrugged. He expected her to...fight him on this somehow, to object, maybe she was playing a mind game, trying to make him drop his guard ever so slightly so he’d give in. She was the type of girl Colt was certain that even if he had said he had a girlfriend she just would’ve carried on. “But tell me your name.”

“Colt. What’s yours?” Why are you humouring her?

“Carrie,” she said, biting at the bottom of her lip. She pulled up a stool to sit beside him.

It was going to be a long night and frankly he couldn't be bothered to head to another bar, he liked this one, he was content and some random girl wasnt going to change that.

“So are you from LA?” She asked, sipping at her drink that Colt hadn't noticed she had ordered. Some people just don’t understand no, do they?

“Yeah,” Colt mumbled. “You?” he asked, purely out of politeness.

“I’m actually from Brooklyn. I moved here a few years ago…” For god's sake, he didn't need her life story but he had a sneaking suspicion that even if he objected to hearing it, she’d continue. “I’m trying to become a model, I can act too. My dad-”

Rich dad, called it- he thought. He drowned the rest of it out.

She's annoying. You know when you want the ground to just open up and swallow you whole? Yeah, that’s how Colt felt. It was getting hard to drown her whiny- and it was whiny, voice out.

************

Riya somehow had managed to get Ellie out of bed after once again stealing her blankets. She climbed out, her bare feet meeting the plush cream carpet beneath her. A piece of hair had seemed to become a permanent fixture to the side of her cheek, stuck on by whether sweat or drool. She gingerly ripped it off and headed to the bathroom.

After she had done her business, Ellie headed into the kitchen to see Riya making them both a drink. She leaned against the countertop, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know I care about you, right?” Riya asked, placing Ellie’s coffee down beside her and then sat down on a stool against the breakfast counter.

“I never said you didn't,” Ellie mumbled, picking up her mug, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

Riya did the same, then looked up from her mug to her best friend. “Break-ups… suck there’s no other way to put it but-”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” Riya nodded. She knew Ellie well enough to know when to drop something. Even though she knew they needed to have this conversation sooner or later. “I was gonna order a pizza, do you want some?” Ellie shook her head as she sipped at her drink. “Don’t do that control thing you do when-”

“I’m not and I broke up with him. I dumped Colt.”

“And you know you made a mistake. Having second thoughts?” Riya asked, sipping her own drink.

Ellie hesitated then shook her head, “No. No, I'm not having second thoughts. I broke up with him, I made that decision because it was the best one.”

“Of course,” Riya nodded.

“Are you trying to piss me off right now?”

She looked up to Ellie, “I want you to talk to me. I’m your friend, I'm here for you, you’ve just need to let me in.”

“Let’s go to a bar, “Ellie suggested, pushing herself off the counter.

What?” Riya asked, eyebrows raised and her arms crossed over her chest. “We’re not old enough to drink, do you forget that?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “I have a fake ID. It’s fine,” she insisted. Riya looked unsure which caused Ellie to become frustrated. “Fine, i’ll go by myself,” she decided and headed off toward Riya's spare bedroom to change.

A few minutes later she left the bedroom now wearing a pair of black jeans, matching crop top and a denim jacket since all her nice clothes were at Colt's apartment.

“You’re really going?”

“Yes, I’m really going,” Ellie answered, exasperated as she retrieved her purse off the kitchen countertop. “I need to just get out for a bit,” she explained as she headed towards the door, “I’ll be back later!” she called as Riya heard the door open and close.

******

Ellie entered the bar with very little trouble; it was surprisingly not all that busy , which meant as soon as she came in the doorway she caught sight of a familiar black, leather jacket and the back of a head of someone she didn’t want to see. Colt. She’d recognize him anywhere- she knew him so, so well. He’s the reason that she’s in this bar to begin with to drown away her sorrows.

She felt a little bit of bile rise up her throat as a blonde woman sat beside him leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. Without thinking, Ellie turned on her heel and walked out, not sticking around long enough to see Colt pull away from the mysterious woman.

She kept walking when she felt, she didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to get away. Get away and pretend she didn’t see that. How could he move on so quickly? Did she mean so little to him?

Ellie was in such a state of shock that she hadn’t noticed somebody behind her as she continued along the dark streets of LA. After she had calmed down somewhat, she could hear another set of footsteps, however, she didn't have time to turn around to see who it was before something struck her around the back of the head and the world fell black.

********

The first thing Ellie felt as she clawed her way back to consciousness was the throbbing in the back of her head, like somebody had hit her with a bat or something...someone probably had the more she thought about it.

She tried to flutter her eyes open but the bright light that was pointing at the young woman only made her headache worse. She lifted her head up- feeling the ache in her neck since her chin had been resting against her chest when she was out. Her mouth was dry...How long had she been here? She tried to move her arms but the thick leather straps around her wrists bound tightly to the chair stopped her from doing that. She tried moving her legs but they were bound to the chair too.

She had some questions.

Where was she? How did she get there?

To be frank, she had more questions than that but they were the main one. The ones she really wanted to be answered that and why somebody fucking kidnapped her. Ellie grudgingly peeked her eyes back open giving them both time to adjust to the light.

She turned her head when she heard footsteps, heels clicking against the concrete as the woman made her way towards Ellie.

“Oh good you’re awake,” the mysterious woman rejoiced. She was way too happy for Ellie’s liking.

The woman crouched in front of Ellie’s chair. Ellie’s eyebrow’s wrinkled in confusion- she had seen this woman before. She was sure of it.

“Hello Ellie,” the woman said, giving her a small smile, “I know you’re probably confused and angry...but i promise it’ll all make sense soon.”

“Who are you?” Ellie asked, her normally strong voice now timid.

The woman got back to her feet, smoothing down her red dress. “As i said...it’ll make sense soon.”

#choices: stories you play #rod #colt x ellie #rod fanfic #colt x mc #choices fanfiction

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karak9 · 6 years ago

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Another stupid long post about how I don't know my own fucking gender

This is honestly just copied and pasted from a yt comment I made on an older vid and I figured I'd share it here bc tumblr loves this shit I guess lol. God damn I've been questioning my gender for so long and ik rn im prob not still in the best position to be thinking about deep life shit like where I am mentally and im dealing with a lot in my life and also very insecure about potentially being trans bc a lot of my friends don't seem like they would be very accepting and my bf is only really into girls. I asked him how he would feel if I was nonbinary or looked like a boy and he just said he wasn't totally sure but he's only attracted to girls :c he's the sweetest bf in existence and im honestly so afraid of losing him, so aside from obviously not wanting to deal with all the other trans shit, I definitely hope im not trans bc I don't wanna lose him. Anyways, ill start with my childhood I guess. I was always super tomboyish. My older sisters (im the youngest sibling btw) were always p tomboyish so maybe I kinda got it from them but I kinda felt like I was more tomboyish than them? I felt like I was the most boyish girl I knew, like even meeting other tomboy girls in elementary school I felt like I couldn't really relate to them or like they couldnt relate to me enough idk. I also remember once making up a song about being like so tomboyish that I was basically a boy or something along those lines and sang it to my best friend at the time who I copied like all the fkin time (it honestly wasnt healthy lmao I didn't have good parents, also I think I started making up songs bc she did that and I wanted to like impress her), but she thought it was stupid and weird so I just forgot about it and moved on. I was embarrassed to even enjoy playing with dolls or play dress up games online and was determined to play masculine games like runescape (even tho I ended up doing girly shit in runescape anyways lmao) and considered myself one of the guys. In 5th grade when I started needing to wear a bra I absolutely didn't want to, tho some girls in my class thought it was weird I didn't wear a bra when they found out and that made me more insecure about it, but since then I've p much only worn sports bras. I have bought some more normal bras bc I wanted to look attractive in them for my SO or whatever but I still highly prefer my sports bras and can't stand wearing the other ones unless I have to bc my sports bras aren't clean lmfao. I always hated talking about genitalia and breasts n shit but that could just be bc of how I was raised and how my family was always so strict and such radical Christians and anything sex related was a sin, idk if its dysphoria or not. I've never rlly liked my chest and hated showing cleavage like so god damn much and still do but maybe that's the same thing or maybe I just want smaller boobs and that's it idk??? Like I'd want to appear to have a completely flat chest at least, idk if I'd want to actually like have a guy chest or not? Also huge issue with ppl seeing me naked or touching my boobs but again idk if that's gender related or just a normal issue I have. Tho I had a friend in high school (a girl, a very weird lewd girl) who would occasionally grope my chest randomly and it wasn't a huge issue but kinda made me uncomfortable and more aware of my chest. I really like when I wear big hoodies or when I lean over so my shirt kinda poofs out and it looks like I have a flat chest underneath. Though im not super uncomfortable with my boobs, like normally ill want nothing to do with them but I don't mind my SO touching them especially if they're really into it. I wouldn't say im rlly dysphoric about between my legs either, like yeah I think its weird and I hate monthlies and stuff but I think that's normal. I think if i woke up one day and had a dick I would be fine with it, I'd prob even enjoy it tbh lmao. I once had a dream that i was, well, a male dog like,,, ya know, with a female dog, and not to sound weird af (hey we were both dogs ok) but I think i kinda enjoyed it? I don't really remember any other dreams where I remember actually having a dick or feeling it but I've had several dreams as a male person, but p much all of them were like, I was seeing through a character's eyes or smth, not really that I was a guy, so idk if that's normal. I have the same dreams about being other girl characters, I'd say its split about 50/50. Because of this game community im in, a lot of ppl assume im a guy, and a lot of people still think im a guy and I haven't really bothered to correct them but idk if I find it more enjoyable bc its funny or if I enjoy not being referred to as female for once. I'll admit I feel most comfortable referred to as they/them, like without a doubt, if I could go by only 1 set of pronouns for the rest of my life it would be they/them. But ik that's not enough to call myself trans. I definitely wouldn't want to be 100% male. Like if I imagine myself as a grown man vs a grown woman id prob choose to be a woman. I don't like my voice but I think that's mostly just bc I sound 10 years younger than I actually am, and wouldn't really want a deep/masculine voice. Like a "tomboy" voice would be fine if that makes sense? I don't want facial hair or want to have a masculine body, I like that I have curves and soft skin and small hands. Personally I like my hair long bc its soft and people love it, but sometimes I kinda wish I had short hair and could pass as a boy. Like I'd wanna be a typical cute kpop boy ngl lmfao. I like the whole cute androgynous/feminine boy look and wish I could pull it off. Tho I also like really girly things sometimes and am okay being seen as a girl, i just want to be cute and attractive. Ik whether im trans or not I like being a mix of feminine and masculine, tho I admit in the past I've been kinda insecure bc I used to be super sure I was nb and thought me liking girly things and wanting to still havd long hair and wear girly clothes made me seem like "not trans enough" or whatever. But i guess here I am questioning myself again anyways. If I am nb, it sucks that ill never really be able to be openly myself and all but I've accepted by now that I kinda have to pick a binary and choose what I want to be seen as for the rest of my life, and im ok with being female. There are some things I dont like about my body whether they're really gender related or not but I can't afford to transition and wouldn't like most of the effects of T and am afraid of surgery and not sure I want top surgery enough to ever get it anyways, but I think if we lived in a perfect world and I could magically change my body at will and I wasnt afraid of judgment or being unattractive or whatever, I'd probably want to look androgynous and itd be cool to be able to change my genitalia at will lmao. If I had to choose 1 genitalia over the over I honestly have no idea what I'd choose but I have no desire to ever get bottom surgery, at the same time tho I honestly wanna someday get surgery or w/e to never be able to get pregnant. I just could not handle pregnancy or giving birth and I don't even like babies and breast feeding sounds awful so if I ever have kids they will be adopted 100% and most likely be older and like not newborn babies lmfao, babies are honestly so weird to me and they stink and cry and they're so fragile and im so afraid of like dropping them when I hold them lmao. But I like my nieces and nephews and I like being the cool aunt (is there a gender neutral version of aunt/uncle?) who lets them use my art supplies and helps them do fun stuff even if I get tired of them sometimes lol. Idk if that's gender related either but yeah I guess. This if kind of a more recent thing but I often say I'd make a great bf kinda as a joke bc of how I am in relationships like being the stereotypical sweet bf type who makes things for their partner a lot and wants to be their knight in shining armor and their protector and all that, but again prob not rlly trans related lmao just thought I'd throw that out there I guess. So when I was 17 was when I really started getting into trans stuff, prior to that I mostly just learned from my parents that trans ppl were "against god" and all that bs, and eventually started realizing lgbt+ isn't as bad as my family said and later realized I was bi. But anyways I met an agender person online when i was 17ish and I'd never heard it before and thought it was really interesting and asked them how you know you're agender bc after hearing their explanation of it i thought it described how I felt, but ofc they weren't transmed and just described it as being like a deep feeling or whatever and since then i started calling myself agender (and switched between a few labels but basically nonbinary) until my transmed friend told me I was ridiculous and that I wasn't trans, and honestly he was a huge dick but im a huge pushover lmao and I thought well he's trans so he must know what he's talking about, and though I felt discouraged about it I stopped calling myself nonbinary. Then I began questioning it again after not too long and basically since then I've been questioning my gender off and on. I'm now 22 and god I fucking hope im cis but also I feel like a part of me doesn't want to be cis if that makes sense?? Idk if that's because I don't like being a girl for some weird deep reason I don't know about despite being pretty sure I've gotten a lot of my feelings and their reasons behind them figured out, or if it's because I am trans and dont want to force myself to pretend im a girl 100% forever. At the very least, whatever the fuck my gender is, I want to continue going by they\them wherever I can and pretending to be a boy to strangers online and I'd love to cosplay male characters and bind and occasionally just dress masculine for the hell of it and probably wear sports bras for the rest of my life. I feel like in a way I cang possibly be trans because I can live with all of those things and be fairly comfortable still being seen as female for the rest of my life. But idk, I have bpd and other mental shit so sometimes im not great with my feelings (tho I do try really hard to identify all of my feelings/emotions and stuff) but at the same time bpd can cause weird identity shit so maybe its just a weird mix of a bunch of crap and im not actually trans but just weird and tomboyish enough to question my gender for 5 years and still be unsure. Also I know a lot of ppl suggest talking to a therapist/psychologist/whatever professional and trust me I would love to but I can't currently and am unsure when ill be able to bc they're expensive and I live in the middle of fucking nowhere so finding a decent therapist around where I live rn is going to be very difficult. Also, I have fucking crippling social anxiety lmao like I'd be so afraid to open up about this stuff even to a professional. So if anyone could suggest anything online that could help that would be amazing

#Trans #nonbinary #nb #genderqueer #gender questioning #transmed #pls help me lmao I hate my brain sm #also im so sorry if this post is scuffed af #im on mobile #its 4 am I cba

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plsdonttellmay · 6 years ago

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A look into the Iron Kids group chat between Harley, Peter, and Riri.

Sequel to Bold of You

Translation for Harley’s nonsense at the bottom

Spider-Son: @Son Prime Mr. Stark totally just admitted that Riri was his favorite.

Son Prime: wut???? thts blsht >:((((

Spider-Son changed their name to Pun-Son

Pun-Son: IKR?

Dad’s Favorite: HA! I fucking told you

Son Prime: fuk off riri

Pun-Son: Ya, this is a private conversation.

Dad's Favorite: Y’all are the dumbasses having a “private conversation” in the group chat

Pun-Son: Shit

Really?

I thought @ing him would make it private.

Oops

Son Prime: pete i lov n rspct u but ur a fukn dumbass

Dad's Favorite: This is why dad loves me most

Pun-Son: ;’((((

Whatever.

Anyway

So,,,,

The rest of the team knows you guys exist now.

Son Prime: shiiiiiiiiiiiit

Dad's Favorite: What happened?

Is everyone okay?

Are you okay?

Is Tony okay?

Pun-Son: Ya, everyone's fine, dw.

Son Prime: thn wut hpnd????

Pun-Son: IDK???

Mr. Stark just said I did a good job

And then fucking Captain America was like

“Hey, everybody it's Peter Parker!”

Dad's Favorite: Damn. So now they all know?

Son Prime: thats ruf buddy

Pun-Son: Nah, it's fine.

I panicked and then said that Mr. Stark had lots of kids

And that Peter and Spider-Man were totally different kids.

Son Prime: wow. cnt blev u managed 2 lie 2 captain america

i figd he cld smell lies

or that u would spontaneously combust if u tried

tht was specific 2 u btw

Dad's Favorite: Has anyone ever told you you're a dick?

Son Prime: not 2 my face but thts what i assume theyre saying wen they dub chek tht mr tony isnt my real dad.

Dad's Favorite: Not a bad assumption ngl

Pun-Son: Also, point of order, didn't lie

I just,,,,,,,

Implied.

Heavily.

To the point of lying.

But didn't cross that line.

Son Prime: wow pete ur a saint

Dad's Favorite: They bought it? Just like that?

Pun-Son: TBH they were way more interested in the group chat.

Like, they legit forgot they were trying to figure out who Spider-Man is.

I told Cap your usernames.

Dad's Favorite: Well I'm glad the team knows the truth now

Son Prime: wut? abt mr tony runin a daycare?

Dad's Favorite: No about me being his favorite

Dad's Favorite: Hey guys??? College fucking blows. I'm gonna murder whoever came up with it

Son Prime: sup riri?

Dad's Favorite: Literally just told you. College blows

The Live-in: *break dances gently*

What's wrong, Riri?

Son Prime: atm u if i had 2 ges

Dad's Favorite: Mostly that you're trying to comfort me via meme.

SHIT

Beat me to it

Son Prime: :p

The Live-in: You guys are the worst.

Dad's Favorite: You're the one who decided to be the middle child

The Live-in: WTF, no, I didn't??

Also, Harley is literally less than 4 months older than me.

Son Prime: god pete ur practically an infant cmpared to me

The Live-in: -_______-

Can we go back to talking about Riri’s problems now?

Please?

For the love of science.

Dad's Favorite: Nah I'm good actually. Roasting you is way more interesting

The Live-in: THE W O R S T

Son Prime: srsly tho. u ok riri?

Dad's Favorite: Yeah I'm fine. Just got assigned a group project

The Live-in: Was it at least a class you have a friend in?

Dad's Favorite: Peter literally everyone in that class is 7+ years older than me. If I had friends do you think I'd talk to you two?

The Live-in: Yes

Because you love us.

You've said so.

Son Prime: hes got a point

Dad's Favorite: Lies and slander

The Live-in: Seriously, though.

Are you good?

Dad's Favorite: Yeah. It's not like they're actively mean to me or anything. It just sucks not having friends

Son Prime: tell us if they start bn dicks. pete n i will kick thr asses. we r still ur big bros

Dad's Favorite: Yeah I know <3

God I can’t wait until you two are finally here and I actually have someone to talk to for once.

The Live-in: Yeah!!!!

We should get an apartment.

And a dog.

A secret dog.

Dad’s Favorite: Why is the dog secret???

The Live-in: Because I can’t have a dog at my apartment.

And your mom is allergic to dogs.

And Harley’s little sister is scared of dogs.

So it would have to live with dad over the summer.

And he won’t let us get a dog if he knows ahead of time.

That’s why a secret dog.

Dad’s Favorite: Hell yes secret dog.

The Live-in: I vote pitbull.

Son Prime: sum1 convinse me not 2 murder ths lady

Peter PARKOUR: ?????????

???????

?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?

Harley, WTF you can't just say that and then not elaborate.

Dad's Favorite: Siding with Peter here. Who are you trying to murder Keener?

Peter PARKOUR: Dude.

Seriously??

Are you literally ignoring us right now?

HARLEY, YOU HAVE YOUR READ RECEIPTS ON!

Son Prime: Read: 3:23

Dad's Favorite: Harley I swear to god you're going in the nearest lake first time we meet

Peter PARKOUR: Wait.

Hold on a damn minute.

Are you telling me?

The two of you haven't actually met??

Like IRL???

Dad's Favorite: Yeah. I mean we Skype and text plenty but we've never been in the same room

Peter PARKOUR: That's wild??

I mean

I know the three of us haven't been together

But I figured you had met without me.

Son Prime: wait. wen did u 2 meet?

Dad's Favorite: Figures that's what gets his attention instead of murder

Peter PARKOUR: When I went to tour MIT?

Have you and Mr. Stark not gone yet?

Son Prime: nope

Peter PARKOUR: Why not??

Son Prime: i dunno. keep puttin it off

Dad's Favorite: I smell a lie. I don't know what it is but you better watch your back Harley. I will find out

Son Prime: ok baskin robin

Peter PARKOUR: Can we get back to the murder?

I feel like we glossed over that.

Son Prime: no

Dad's Favorite: No point. Either they decided to leave Harley alone

Peter PARKOUR: Or??

Dad's Favorite: Or they're dead

Son Prime: & ull nvr kno

Peter PARKOUR: You two need to chill.

And meet.

Seriously, we've been talking for a year

And you two haven't even laid eyes on each other.

H O W?

Dad's Favorite: Let's start with the fact that we live like 20 hours away from each other?

Peter PARKOUR: I'm not even going to grace that with an answer.

Actually

I am

Mr. Stark has like a fleet of planes??

You could literally make a day trip out of it.

Son Prime: hes actually got a point…

Peter PARKOUR: I almost always have a point.

You two just ignore me.

Because you're assholes.

Dad's Favorite: That's fair

Dad's Favorite: @Son Prime

I saw this and thought of you

Peter In The Middle: WHAT

THE

FUCK

IS THAT THING EVEN REAL??

Dad's Favorite: Lol yeah. Saw it at the thrift store

Son Prime: What I want to know is why the FUCK it reminded you of me.

Peter In The Middle: Oh damn.

He broke out the capitals and full words.

He's serious.

Son Prime: Actually it's just a new phone Mr. Tony sent me. Can't figure out how to turn off the damn autocorrect

Dad's Favorite: Why is it that you 2 are geniuses but can't figure out how phones work half the time?

Son Prime: Excuse you this is 1 of those prototype StarkPhones that literally nobody knows how to use yet.

Peter in the Middle: Are you really never gonna let the group chat thing die?

Dad's Favorite: No

Son Prime: Absolutely not.

Peter in the Middle: It was one (1) time you assholes.

Son Prime: I feel like we’re forgetting about the horror show that somehow reminded Riri of me.

Peter in the Middle: I was.

Trying to, at least.

Thanks for the reminder.

Dad’s Favorite: I’m not forgetting. Ever

Son Prime: Explain???

Dad’s Favorite: Should I tho?

Peter in the Middle: Depends.

Do you want me to show Mr. Stark The Video?

Dad’s Favorite: You wouldn’t

Peter in the Middle: Try me, bitch.

Son Prime: Video????

Dad’s Favorite: Don’t worry about it

Peter in the Middle: I’ll send it to you later.

Dad’s Favorite: I hate you

Peter in the Middle: :D

Cow mug.

Now.

Dad’s Favorite: It says Tennessee on it.

Peter in the Middle: Wait.

That’s it?

No inside joke????

Dad’s Favorite: Nope

Peter in the Middle: What the fuck?

Now I feel dumb.

Dad’s Favorite: :))))))

Son Prime: |-|4 ! |=!6(_)|23|) !7 0(_)7

Dad's Favorite: What the fuck does that even say??

Peter in the Middle: Is that???

Even approaching English??

Son Prime: |\|0 !7$ |_337

Dad's Favorite: Stop

Son Prime: |\/|4|{3 |\/|3

Dad's Favorite has kicked Son Prime out of the Iron Kids group

Peter in the Middle: Harley is texting me

Saying to tell you to unblock him.

He has something important to say.

Dad's Favorite has added Son Prime to the Iron Kids group

Son Prime:

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Dad's Favorite has kicked Son Prime out of the Iron Kids group

Peter in the Middle: Fair and valid.

Dad's Favorite has kicked Peter in the Middle out of the Iron Kids group

Dad's Favorite: Finally I am free

Son Prime: guess who got his xseptns letter!!!!!!!!

Dad’s Favorite: Holy shit!!!! Harley that’s fucking amazing!!!!!!

Potor Purkur: Yessssssss!!!!

Dude, that’s amazing!!!!!!!!!!

Also????

How did you get yours early???

MIT letters aren’t supposed to go out for another week??

Did Mr. Stark pull strings?

BUT ALSO CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Son Prime: na tony dnt do nythng

Potor Purkur: ???????????

Son Prime: xseptns snt 4 mit

Dad’s Favorite: Was it a backup or something?

Son Prime: or smthn

Dad’s Favorite: I swear this is worse than pulling teeth. Spill.

Son Prime: i nvr actuly applied 4 mit

Dad’s Favorite: So that’s the real reason you never came to visit. You weren’t just putting it off.

Potor Purkur: Did you ever even plan on going to MIT?

Son Prime: hell no. ive had ths place n mind since middle school

Potor Purkur: Well?

What is it?

Come on, dude.

Son Prime: u hv 2 prms not 2 tell mr tony

Dad’s Favorite: Sure.

Son Prime: com on @Potor Purkur u gotta prms

Potor Purkur: I promise.

Well, I promise to try.

I’m kind bad at secrets, actually.

But so long as he doesn’t ask

I’m fine.

I promise.

Son Prime: how do u evn hv a scret id @ ths point

Potor Purkur: Honestly??

No idea.

All of Queens should know by now TBH

But

That has literally nothing to do with your college.

Dad’s Favorite: Yeah cmon Harls. Spill.

Son Prime: I’m totally serious right now. Don’t tell Mr. Tony. I want to tell him myself.

Potor Purkur: Promise.

Dad’s Favorite: On my life.

Son Prime: ok hr it goz.

im goin to caltech

guys?

its bn lik 5 min. wts up

Potor Purkur: Holy sHIT

Are you serious??

Dad’s Favorite: You men caltech as in the school in Pasadena California? MIT’s biggest rival since ever? The school Tony loudly talks about how much he hates? THAT caltech?

Son Prime: …

…

yes

Potor Purkur: Holy shit.

*_*_*_*_*

Spider-Son: Hey, guys?

I think dad might have accidentally,,,,,,,,

Built a murder bot.

Again.

Dad's Favorite: W H A T

Son Prime: u ok? r u fiting it???

Spider-Son: No.

No, you see,,,,

The murder bot,,,,,,,

Is actually,,,,,,,,,,,

Karen.

Dad's Favorite: …

Son Prime: ..............

Dad's Favorite: Explain

Spider-Son: Well.

You know how my suit has an Instant Kill Mode?

And Karen keeps trying to make me use it?

Dad's Favorite: Yeah??

Son Prime: i dnt thnk tht counts as “accidentally"

jst irresponsible

Spider-Son: That's what I thought too.

But we're in the jet.

Headed for the mission.

And I joke that I should use IKM.

And Mr. Stark freaks out.

Dad's Favorite: Why???

Spider-Son: Here's the thing.

Mr. Stark.

Didn't make an Instant Kill Mode.

Karen did that.

By herself.

Dad's Favorite: Holy shit

Son Prime: dude wut the FUCK

Spider-Son: I K N O W

Son Prime: uve befriended her at least. hopfully she remains loyal during the robo revolution.

Spider-Son: Karen says hi BTW.

Dad's Favorite: Fantastic. Maybe she'll spare us as well

Spider-Son: Karen says, and I quote, “I don't know about that.”

Son Prime: /sweats/

Dad's Favorite: I'm not even sure how I feel about this tbh

On the one hand: possibly evil robot

On the other: if she's joking this is some seriously cool coding

Son Prime: i have xactly 0 mixed feelings. murder bot bad

Spider-Son: Mr. Stark offered to change her code when we got back.

Son Prime: thk god

Spider-Son: I said no.

Son Prime: W H Y

Spider-Son: Because I love Karen just the way she is.

And she loves me.

Dad's Favorite: Okay, I've decided. That is a seriously cool ai

Son Prime: a srsly cool ai thts gonna kill us all

Spider-Son: Karen promises to spare you.

If you buy me a milkshake.

Son Prime: i cnt bleve my terminator trauma is being taken advantage of by a murder bot.

Spider-Son: :P

Dad's Favorite: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Spider-Son: Oh my God

You actually sent me money for a milkshake.

Nice.

I'm getting strawberry.

Son Prime: fuk u

Son Prime: @Dad's Favorite wut r u doin n june

Dad's Favorite: Probably nothing? Idk I might take an online class. Mostly just hanging out at home

Son Prime: so u dnt hav ny plans 4 vacay or nythng

Dad's Favorite: Not that I know of??

Son Prime: wuts the prob tht u could get ur mom to let you go smwher 4 the month

Dad's Favorite: Depends??

What's with all the leading questions?

Son Prime: bcuz i just told my mom tht mr tony nvitd the 3 of us 2 stay at the compound in june

Dad's Favorite: He did?? Why didn't he say anything??

Son Prime: bcuz he dnt ask. im the 1 plan plannin it

Dad's Favorite: Harley what the actual fuck. Have you even asked Tony?

Son Prime: no thts peters job

Dad's Favorite: Wait Peter's in on it too? How long have you two been planning this?

Son Prime: bout 20 mins. & pete dsnt no yet

Dad's Favorite: Again wtf. Why don't you do it?

Son Prime: hv u SEEN peters puppy dog eyes

speakin of

@The Live-in nswer ur phone

@The Live-in

Dad's Favorite: @The Live-in

@The Live-in

Son Prime: @The Live-in

@The Live-in

The Live-in: Jesus Christ.

You two are awful.

I was in chemistry.

Don't you two ever go to class?

Son Prime: y bother

Dad's Favorite: I do but I know how to text in class

The Live-in: Like I said.

Awful.

Son Prime: wtevr. cn u do it or no?

The Live-in: What exactly am I even doing?

Dad's Favorite: Pretty sure you're convincing dad to let the 3 of us stay at the compound over June.

The Live-in: Oh.

Yeah.

That shouldn't be hard.

Like at all.

He's about to pick me up from school.

I'll ask in just a sec.

Son Prime: c? told u it wld b ez

The Live-in: HE SAID YES

Well, he said yes so long as we can get our moms/aunt to agree.

BUT STILL

Dad's Favorite: Holy shit!!

The Live-in: I KNOW!!

Son Prime: wer gonna get n2 so much bullshit.

The Live-in: B]

Dad's Favorite: B]

Son Prime: B]

Spider-Son: Guys, I may not come back from this mission alive.

Tell Ned I’ve always had a crush on him

Wait.

Shit.

That was just supposed to sound dumb and dramatic.

Not like something to actually worry about.

I’ll be fine.

Mr. Stark won’t let me go on the super dangerous missions.

Son Prime: i swr 2 fuk im gonna kill u parker

Dad’s Favorite: Yeah maybe that wasn’t exactly the best way to start that off.

Also if Ned doesn’t already know you’re madly in love with him then there’s no hope for either of you.

Spider-Son: #rude

One day I’ll get Ned to fall in love with me.

Then you’ll be sorry.

Dad’s Favorite: Oh honey

Son Prime: stop w/ petes crush. i wnna no y he thnks hes gonna die

Spider-Son: H I M

Dad’s Favorite: Christ what’s Rogers done now?

Spider-Son: He’s just doing That Thing again.

The one where he calls me kid and son.

I h a t e it, and IDK how to make him stop

Dad's Favorite: /Hamilton voice/ I'm not your son

Son Prime: congrats on not str8 up murdering him yet

Spider-Son: God he’s just so??

I don't know what, but I hate it.

I swear to God if he benches me again this mission I'm going to strangle him with his star-spangled tights.

Dad's Favorite: You gonna beat him upside the head until he sees…

Stars?

Spider-Son: I HATE YOU!!

I WAS TRYING TO BE MAD

AND NOW I'M GIGGLING!

NOBODY TAKES ME SERIOUS WHEN I GIGGLE!!

Son Prime: nbdy takes u srsly evr

Spider-Son: Fuck off, Keener.

Son Prime: ;P

Dad's Favorite: Hey Peter quick question tho?

Spider-Son: Quick answer.

Dad's Favorite: If you hate Rogers why don't you just not talk to him? Why do you act all polite to his face? Just tell him to fuck off and leave you alone?

Spider-Son: I wish it was that easy.

I mean

It could be

But it isn't.

I have to be polite because we're on the same team.

We're supposed to work together.

I started off kinda rude to him, but Mr. Stark fussed at me.

Apparently what we're doing is bigger than petty squabbles.

Son Prime: uhhh ths is def mr thn a petty squabble tho? mr t wtf

Dad's Favorite: What are you even saying to me right now?? Is dad not mad?

Spider-Son: NoPE.

He just goes along with whatever He says.

Right now Mr. Stark is flying the jet.

Even though it has autopilot.

So I'm left alone back here with Him.

The only other person we brought was Ant-Man and he's asleep so it's just the two of us making conversation.

I hate it.

I'm dying.

Also

I think he doesn't like me looking at my phone so much.

DEAL WITH IT OLD MAN

Son Prime: u rly do snd lik ur bout 2 die. rip n pieces pete

Dad's Favorite: I'm SO glad Tony hasn't cleared me for missions yet.

Spider-Son: I wish you were.

I need someone to hang out with on these.

Speaking of which.

I'm gonna go ask dad if he'll try to teach me to fly again.

Last time…

Did Not Go Well

Also kinda wanna make Him sick again.

It was funny last time.

If he says no the at least I'll have some time alone.

Anyway I'm out.

Talk to you after we kicked ass!

Dad's Favorite: Take a better selfie this time. Lighting was garbage in the last one.

Son Prime: brng me a robos arm

If you didn't need Harley's nonsense translated, I'm impressed. If you did, here you go. He's speaking leet for anyone interested.

|-|4 ! |=!6(_)|23|) !7 0(_)7 ~ Ha I figured it out

|\|0 !7$ |_337 ~ No it's leet

|\/|4|{3 |\/|3 ~ Make me

|3!7(|-| ~ Bitch

#fic #iron dad #iron man #tony stark #spider son #spiderman #peter parker #iron dad and spider son #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #our stuff #bee writes #tony stark's daycare program for gifted children

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

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DOTW 30 - fixeded up some stuffs

Levi woke him late at night. The sun gone, and the air cold as his boyfriend dressed him. Levi was dressed in black, while his alpha put him in a white shirt and black jeans. Levi even insisted on him wearing his hair down, which felt kind of weird. He didn't really know if Levi liked his long hair. Sure, his boyfriend played with it sometimes, but Levi always kept his hair short, not like him. It seemed like if it grew by even a millimetre, Levi was there trimming it. Still in a state of confusion, he was ushered out their bedroom, without any idea of what was happening. Lead through the hotel and into the night air, he was freezing. The moon and the stars were hidden behind thick dark clouds, leaving only the lights of the stores and streets to guid them. Levi didn't seem to notice, though his alpha did swap to holding him around his waist until of just holding his hand. He wanted to be home, or rather, back in their bed at the hotel getting cuddles from his boyfriend, not walking around in the middle of the night. Arriving at another hotel, he had no idea what was happening. Lead in by Levi, nothing seemed out of place until they walked over towards the faint sound of music. Holding out their ID's, the man at the door let them in and everything changed. He had no idea Levi would ever willingly take him to a club. He'd thought mate this was a late dinner date... Leaning in, Levi had to yell to be heard over the dance music "Surprised?!" "Very! How did you find this place?!" "Google! Do you want something to drink?" "Sounds good!" It did. Getting tipsy sounded like the perfect problem solver. Forgetting everything and just feeling the music, was definitely preferable to being trapped in his own head. Levi seemed to have forgotten it took a fair bit to get him drunk... or that they were in a club. The alpha calmly sipped his first double shot scotch, while Eren had downed his own and was onto his third. He desperately wanted to go dance, but didn't want to dance without Levi. Levi might have been self conscious when it was just the two of them, but there had to be like a hundred people here. He wanted to dance in Levi's arms, and to feel his alpha's hands over him, while no one else could touch "Do you want to dance?!" Eren jumped at the voice, his spirits shooting up. Levi was actually asking him! "Don't give me that look!" "You don't dance!" "I'm not letting anyone else close to you!" Draining his glass, Levi took him by the hand and lead him towards the dance floor. Internally Eren's omega was screaming with happiness, while externally he tried not to let it show. Levi hated crowds of people. The smell of horny alphas and omegas was in the air, but leading him through to near the centre, the moment Levi wrapped his arms around Eren, it was all forgotten. Letting his hands roam down Levi's sides, his hands settled on his alpha's arse unable not to laugh at the eyebrow raise Levi gave him "You're so tense!" "What am I supposed to do?!" "Feel the music" Levi didn't dance, he moved awkwardly while Eren danced against him. When he turned in his hold, the alpha finally started to move, grinding up against his arse. Maybe his alpha did get it, but was just too shy to show him. As the night passed, Levi finally got into it. With their lips together, it felt almost like they were having their kind of sex right there in front of everyone. Messy and sloppily, they groped at each other. Their scents filling the space around them, leaving them love drunk off each other. He wanted Levi to take him and to touch him. Petting. Blow Job. Rutting up against each other. He didn't care. He just needed to feel his alpha touching him until he came apart. Plenty of alcohol had helped. Levi was just going to order double shots, but Eren wasn't having it. He'd told his alpha he could out drink him, and that led to ordering 20 shots for the pair of them. He downing his faster than Levi could, though his boyfriend did make it to seven before shaking his head. Finishing the last three, he shot Levi a cocky grin, before dragging him back onto the dance floor. Now on the drunk side of tipsy, he couldn't care less about what was going on around them. Levi's breath was hot, Eren couldn't get enough of his boyfriend's touches and growls each time anyone got close to them. His belly felt warm, between his legs wet as he hooked his leg around Levi and half mounted his jeans. Threading his hands in his hair, Levi bared his throat, the alpha sucking and nipping. Moaning, he whined as Levi pulled him flush up against him, his leg slipping from between Eren's "I want to take you home" Eren's heart skipped a beat. Nodding quickly, Levi took his hand and pulled him along. Getting back to their room, Eren was drunk drunk. He knew what was going on, but his emotions and the close check he kept on himself had slipped. Stripping each other's clothes off, he toed off his shoes and socks, stumbling backwards towards the bed and pulling Levi with him. He loved this man with all his heart. Every single bit of him was perfect. Licking his lips, he eyed Levi's dick hungrily. His own underwear might still be on, but he was more than ok with Levi being naked. Laughing as Levi rolled them over, it turned into whine as Levi rolled his hips against his. Fuck. He wanted him. His body was burning for him, like he was in heat. He'd never drunk this much before, with someone around him. Even before the shots, he'd pulled Levi on and off the dance floor for drinks... so he had absolutely no idea how much he'd had. Straddling Levi's lap, his eyes were hooded with lust "You're so beautiful" Blushing under Levi's praise, he leant down, capturing his boyfriend's lips as his hand slid down to Levi's stomach. The alpha's erection was rubbing solidly against him arse, sending butterflies through his stomach each time the blunt tip rubbed over his opening. If he'd been sober, the feeling would have made him physically sick. But he wasn't and he wanted him. Removing his hand from Levi's stomach, he sat up, thumbing the band of his underwear and pushing them down to free his erection. After what had felt like hours of foreplay on the dance floor, his underwear was wet with precum, his dick throbbing and he wanted to come "Eren" Levi's voice was a breathy moan that sent shivers down his spine. He had to have his alpha. Wriggling unsexily from his underwear, he moaned as Levi's hands grabbed his arse "Shit, brat... so fucking wet..." "Wet for you... I need you so badly" Lining himself up, he held himself over Levi's erection. The tip barely breaching him as he mewed "Fuck..." "Eren... are you sure?" "Yes... need you Levi... love you so much" Levi growled, pulling him down for a kiss. He loved this man. He'd do absolutely everything for himself. If Levi asked him to die for him, he would. Lowering himself down, he was now too drunk to even form a coherent thought, or a thought he could remember. He hadn't prepped himself, so there was a slight burn as he bottom out, but all it did was make it feel even better. His alpha made him feel so full "Mmm, ah... fuck... so big... so good" Rolled his hips, Eren moaned, it felt so fucking good "You like that?" "Y-yeah... you feel so good. So good as you fuck me..." Starting to ride Levi sloppily, everything felt too good "Alpha... love you... so good... so good to me... fuck... I want your pups... fill me" His words were panted out between his pants for air. The heat in his belly was only growing more intense. He wanted Levi to fuck him and breed him, so fucking badly "Levi... need it... need your knot... please alpha.... I want you thick dick knotted up my arse..." Drunk Eren had no idea how desperate and out of it he sounded, but he definitely wasn't above begging for it. Levi's dick seriously felt like it was made to be inside him. Even with his sloppy rhythm, each time he came down, he was stretched even further as his sweet spot was abuse perfectly "Levi... need to come... need to come..." Rolling them over, Levi growled. The alpha pulling back until he was barely inside, then slamming into him hard. Half a dozen thrusts had him coming undone. Semen splattering across his stomach as he screamed Levi's name. Between his legs, Levi continued to fuck him, his orgasmic high making everything sensitive. Being so full of alcohol, neither of them lasted long. Levi's knot popping and making Eren come again with a high pitched moan. It felt so good. His legs shaking like crazy as his Levi's seed filled him. He fucking loved his boyfriend. He always knew just what he needed. Collapsing to lay along his chest, Levi peppered his sweaty skin with kisses, one hand finding his and holding on tight. Purring as his lover filled his belly, his fear of sex was the furthest thing on his mind. Instead all he could think about was how much he loved Levi, and how proud it made him to be filled with his seed. * Eren couldn't remember the previous night... only that a lot of sex had happened. His nails had torn up Levi's perfect and smooth back. The red and swollen marks the first thing he'd seen when he'd woken up with a groan. As for his own body, small possessive bite marks littered his skin. His left nipple bruised from Levi's lips sucking and biting on the sensitive spot. Between his legs and beneath where he slept was covered in come and slick, his stomach felt swollen full of it in a way that excited his omega, even though he knew it didn't work that way, especially after a contraceptive shot. Oh god. Drunk Eren was a slut. His abused and leaking arse made it hard to say otherwise... it still throbbed in a way that left his lower half slightly aroused. Even if he was a slut, at least he'd been a slut for his own alpha. He'd seen Levi's dick before, and had to admit he loved what he saw... Having stumbled to the bathroom, he leaned heavily on the bathroom counter. The previous night taking forever to come back to him in pieces. Levi had taken him drinking and actually danced with him. Then they'd done a fuck load of shots, made out on the dance floor... and... fuck... nope. He couldn't remember. Levi was drunk. He knew that much, but he also knew his boyfriend would have asked his permission, and wouldn't have touched him if he hadn't agreed... even though they were both drunk... H-he'd actually told Levi he'd wanted him. He'd done it... he just couldn't remember it... but it had to have happened! He'd finally let it happen, again... and he didn't know how he felt about it. His omega was thrilled... while his own mind was conjuring up his nightmares. Trying to confuse him. Trying to make him think Levi had been the one who'd held him down and fucked in him the dark basement of that house. His alpha wasn't like that. Levi wouldn't hurt him... fuck. He felt sick. He needed to think... Showering, he immediately missed Levi's scent. He felt naked without it. Exposed and vulnerable. He'd never, ever got black out drunk before. Creeping back into their room, he was relieved to find Levi still sleeping. It gave him time to dress, grab his phone and head out to the balcony. During their holiday, he'd ignored texts and calls, purely focusing on Zeke and Levi... No. That was lie. He was focusing on his own happiness. He'd gone swimming. Picked a shell from the beach. Eaten some really great food and had Levi pamper him, and then they'd gone dancing. All things he wanted to do, but he didn't know what to do for Levi. He didn't want whatever happened last night to come between them. Each time he thought about how much it might hurt Levi, his chest ached so badly that it was hard to breathe. He wanted to stay with Levi, more than he'd ever wanted anything before. He wanted to make Levi proud of him... and be the best omega he could for him. Ok. So he was totally head over heels for his alpha, but he was so scared telling Levi he loved him would make the alpha want to dump him off at the first chance he got... plus... telling Levi was a big deal, and he just wasn't quite ready yet. Staring at the small list of contacts in his phone, he sighed to himself. Out of all his choices, Hanji, Moblit and Erwin, Eren found himself calling Erwin. Erwin was Levi's friend before Hanji and Moblit, and though Hanji was close to Levi, it seemed like Levi would have opened up more to Erwin. Waiting for the call to connect, he stared out across the ocean, people already down in the water splashing and swimming, setting themselves up on the beach. They were due to go home tomorrow afternoon, so whatever he did, it had to be today "Hello?" Erwin's voice was gruff, Eren wincing as he hoped that he hadn't woken the alpha "Erwin?" A groan with a shuffling of sheets came through, a few moments passing "Eren? What's up? Is something wrong?" "No! No... no..." Fuck. Now that he was actually talking to Erwin, he was nervous as fuck "Eren, why are you calling? Is Levi ok "Umm... Erwin, how much does Levi remember when he gets really drunk?" "How drunk is really drunk?" "We had shots and drank a lot..." "He should be alright... why? Did something happen?" He didn't want to tell Erwin that they'd both got drunk and had sex "No. Not really. He's just um, still asleep. I guess I was wondering how he would be waking up?" Erwin snorted "Cranky. Let him a shower and a hot cup of tea before trying to get anything out of him" "Oh... ok" That meant calling room service... he didn't know if Levi would be happy about that "Eren, is that all? Did something happen?" "No... no... I just... I want to do something nice for him, but I don't know what to do. We've gone swimming and for a drive and went on a bush walk, and we went drinking and dancing... so I want to do something for him" "You got Levi to do all that?" Eren frowned at Erwin's surprised tone. He didn't get Levi to do anything. His alpha suggested it most of the time... "Sorry. Levi's not usually a swimming person. Look, I'm sure you can figure something out. You're a smart kid. I'm going back to sleep, I only got off work a few hours ago" Yep. He'd woken him "Oh. Ok. Sorry for disturbing you" Erwin ended the call without saying goodbye or anything. Bringing his left knee up, he winced as he felt Levi's stuff coming out his arse. He thought he'd cleaned himself properly in the shower... they're been a lot to clean out... apparently not. Talking to Erwin hadn't helped at all, and he didn't know how to face his boyfriend. He kept saying no to sex, but add alcohol and his fear seemed to go away... he could tell Levi about his nightmares... just because they were based on reality, he didn't need to tell him that. He could just claim it was all a nightmare, like he had with Krista. It wasn't like he was lying. He really did have those nightmares... and after fucking up last night, and probably a lot of the morning, he really did owe Levi some kind of explanation. When Levi finally woke, he wasn't cranky like Erwin had warned. The first thing his boyfriend did was shower. He'd probably looked for him, but it was kind of easy to see he was out on the balcony from their bed. With his towel draped over his shoulders, and dressed in grey sweats, Levi sighed as he walked onto the balcony and over to the railing, where he turned to lean back against it "Hey, you" "Hey" Levi's voice was soft, but his replied "hey" was loud with nerves "Look, about last night. It wasn't my intention to get you drunk and have sex" So they were just going to dive right into it "I know" "I'm sorry... I know you consented, but..." "Levi, don't. Ok. I know you would never ever touch me without my consent, even when you're drunk. I'm... I'm not mad about it... maybe, confused, but not mad" "Are you sure? We didn't use a condom..." "I had my shot, remember?" "I... yeah... I just... I fucked up, didn't I?" Eren shook his head "No... I did have a heap of fun dancing with you... I just hate myself for not being able to give myself to you, without some kind of... help" "You know I'm not in it for you body, don't you?" "I know..." Eren took a shaky breath. He could tell Levi felt terrible, just from the way he held himself. He had to tell him "I have fucked up dreams that don't go away" The words rushed out in a jumble. He blinked up at Levi, hoping the alpha got it "Did you have a nightmare?" "Not last night" "Then... I'm sorry. I don't understand" "I... have a nightmare I keep having and it's bad" "Is it about Zeke?" Eren shook his head, he was only telling Levi this one thing... "I have a dream where I'm locked in a basement and a group of alphas do things to me... things I don't want them to do" When Levi didn't reply, Eren closed his eyes "I can feel them and I can smell them. They hold me down and they won't stop. I try to scream and kick, but they rut up against me and they laugh and when I wake up, I can still feel it. It feels so real... like their scent is right there... like they really... I get so scared. I'm so scared when I wake up. I keep expecting to be there. With them... it's fucked up... but... I've had these nightmares for years... I know it's a stupid nightmare and I wake up with you... I know I'm fucked up, but they don't go away" "And you get scared when anyone touches you... I get it" "Y-you do?" "How long have you had these nightmares?" "Umm... years" "So for years you've been suffering in your sleep... it's normal for it to scare you" "You're not getting it" "Eren" "No... I want this. I want us. I tell you I don't want sex, and then I have sex with you. And last night, we did it a lot. Zeke told me not to touch myself because it's dirty and wrong. He punished me because he was right..." "You're scared of sex. You're scared because you think you won't be able to wake up, or your partner won't stop. While feeling guilty over the pleasure you feel. Am I right?" Nodding, Eren's cheeks burned. Abandoning the railing, Levi came over and squatted down in front of him "Eren, you are the single most precious thing in my life. I know you know that. Last night, I wanted you to have fun and do something you loved. I didn't mean for it to end the way it did, but holding you felt really good for me too. You're smart and funny and cute. And you're my boyfriend. I'll swear on whatever you want that I won't do it again, if that's what will make you feel better" And there it was again. Levi not getting it "Levi... I'm telling you this because I need you to understand. Krista called it rape... but in my dreams, it feels like it's something I deserve for being born like this. When I'm... I can't switch it off in my brain, when I'm me... I can't get it out my head. Last night, for the first time in a long time, I didn't have to think. I could have a normal night with my alpha... I'm not mad. I don't want you to swear on anything. I want you to be ok, because even if I'm scared over the fact we did it, it... I want to be ok with it, because you're my alpha" "I was sure you'd be mad at me" "Levi... I'm not mad at you... in fact, I kind of called Erwin earlier" "You called Erwin?" "I've... been out here for a few hours now... I wanted to do something for you... for trying to help me" "We don't need to do anything" "I said I wanted to... I want to" "I was going to see if you maybe wanted to go see Zeke today?" Eren's heart felt like someone had grabbed it and squeezed... "Hey, it was only a suggestion" "I... don't think... I'm ready" "That's perfectly fine... I just thought maybe you'd like to say everything you didn't yesterday" Levi was always thinking about him, and putting him first... it wasn't fair. He never knew what to in return... "Talk to me?" "Why do you that?" Levi looked genuinely confused "Do what?" "Make everything about me" "Because I like seeing you happy" "What about you? Why don't you do anything for yourself?" "Because seeing you happy, makes me happy" "I don't like it" "Don't like what?" "You don't do enough for yourself... I want you to do things for you. Like last night, I know you don't like dancing and clubbing, but you took me to make me feel better" "And...?" "And it's not ok. I know I don't know a lot of things, but I want to do things you like too. I want to know more about the things you like and hate... I want to know more about you and... you keep spoiling me. It's not fair" "I like doing things that make you happy" "Well I don't want that kind of relationship. I don't want an alpha who only cares about my happiness. Being with you makes me happy. It still feels like this a dream! I thought I way happy when I was with Zeke, but you're what makes me happy. I want you to be selfish... as selfish as I am" "You're not selfish. And everything I do, I do for myself too. Your happiness is what makes me happy. I lived alone before you came along. I went to work, and to Hanji's, occasionally I went out for drinks, but most of my time was spent at home reading or cleaning my apartment... do you really want an alpha who's main joy in life is cleaning?" "Yes... if it means you're happy" "Brat. I'm saying I do these things with you for my own selfish reason. The fact I know I'm the one making you happy" Groaning, Eren hid his face against his leg. Sometimes Levi was way too much to handle "I just want to know more about you" "Levi Ackerman. 5 foot something, with black hair and constipated look on his face. I hate dust and dirt, and lazy people. I love reading and cleaning. I live with my cat and my omega, in an apartment I own. I drive a black Range Rover, and work as a paramedic. That's all there is to it" "That's not all there is to you... I know it's not" "Then why don't you tell me what you know?" "That you're smart, and kind, and brave, and amazing. You're really kind... even when you get mad, or sound cranky, you're not. You care a lot about other people. You like tea over any other drink, and don't like mushrooms... and, you're hot as hell... but I want to know more" "Ask me anything?" "What do you want to do today?" "We both know I didn't mean that" "You said to ask you anything" "I suppose I did... well, today... first we need to have breakfast, so I want to have breakfast with you" Ugh. Why the fuck did Levi have to be so caring?! Breakfast was just food. He didn't even really love food. It seemed like so much effort... "Then after breakfast?" "We could go for a walk" "Erwin said you didn't like swimming..." "I don't. Not really, but I'm finding myself doing more and more things I wouldn't normally do, when I'm with you" "You could have said" "This was the first time either of us had been to the ocean. I wanted to make memories with you" "It feels like... I just don't want everything to be about me" "Eren, you're the whole reason we came out here. And I don't regret coming out here... not when I got to see it all with you" Eren sighed. Levi was a stubborn arsehole who wasn't giving him anything to work with "How about I get dressed and we go find something to eat?" "Fine. But I'm still thinking about this" "You're not going to find anything I want to do without you" Yep. His boyfriend was an arsehole! Rising to his feet, Levi stole a quick kiss "I'll be right back. Thank you for thinking about me, and thank you for opening up about your nightmares" "Whatever. It's fine. I'm still mad at you" "I'm pretty sure you're not" "No... I'm not really mad at you... and I should probably tell you, I can't remember much of what happened last night. It's... blank after getting back here" Levi frowned, Eren growing nervous... should have not told him? "You don't remember it?" "No... not all of it... but I know I was with you, and I trust you" Levi nodded, before dropping a kiss on the top of Eren's head. His boyfriend was definitely off. It felt like he'd gone and forgotten something super important to Levi, without having any idea what it is... maybe it was because they'd fucked like bunnies? He was sure they had... he felt like they had and there had been a lot of come... yet that didn't quite feel like what Levi was annoyed over. Maybe if he was patient, Levi would just tell him what he'd forgotten? * Unlike Eren, Levi remembered almost all of the pervious night. Dragging Eren back to their hotel room, and into bed... his memory fading as he lost himself between Eren's legs, during... well, there'd been lots of sex. He didn't even remember pulling out of his boyfriend. Fuck, he'd been wasted. Only for Eren to not remember it. The sex had been warm and affectionate, Eren clinging to him, begging for more and telling him over and over how much he loved him, and wanted a future and kids with him. The little shit had forgotten all of it. He should have known Eren wouldn't remember... Eren wasn't that open about all his wants. He didn't let him in like that, and while drunk, he'd stupidly thought Eren was just as drunk as he was, and that's why he spouting love like an idiot. He hadn't thought that Eren was completely wasted to the point he'd forget absolutely everything. Now that he was sober, he could see the error in his ways. Drunk Levi was horny arsehole... but in his defence, his boyfriend was fucking perfect. It was hard not to feel selfish and greedy with Eren beneath him, needy and wanting more. He'd been just as drunk on alcohol as he had been on his omega. Getting dressed, he waited for Eren to come in on his own. He didn't know if he should take his hand, or just give him space. He also didn't know how to face Eren, a heavy guilty weight in his stomach from fucking up again. He was frustrated and angry at himself, and then frustrated and angry all over again for feeling that way. Drunk sex happens. He should know. He'd certainly done that before... He should just be relieved that they at least ended up with each other "Levi, you're frowning" "Sorry. I was just thinking" Thinking that he really wasn't equipped to handle this. Especially with Eren's neck looking like he'd mauled him. His alpha fucking loved it "Levi, are we going?" "Uh. Yeah" Since when did he say "uh". He didn't say "uh"... why couldn't he human? This was his boyfriend. Is his boyfriend. He was going to freak Eren out if he kept acting like this. Even with all that happened, Eren wanted to make today about him "Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?" "No, Eren. We should go... I need tea" A lot of fucking tea if he was going to figure this shit out.

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