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smutsonian · 4 years ago

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Mafia bucky with size kink, belly bulge, choking with vibration arm, sub space, daddy kink, creampie kink and squirting, breeding kink, maybe exhibitionism with Steve. This could lead to a part 2 as a 3 way with double vaginal penetration, no anal

that smile on her face

bucky barnes x reader

summary: mafia!bucky x reader ft. mafia!boss!steve and it’s basically just p0rn with a little bit of plot i guess.

warnings: smut, (whatevers written in the ask), violence, rumlow, not proofread, idk please tell me if I missed something.

word count: 3.1k

a/n: why was it so hard to write this fic vjhafvu im rusty with writing soz

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It was becoming too much for you. The palpable tension between the two brooding men and the looming figures of terrifying men on each side that serves as guards for both sides didn’t bring you any comfort and the fact that your boyfriend is a few feet away from you right now isn’t giving you any reassurance that this situation is under control.

Steve, your boyfriend’s best friend, stands face to face with an unknown man wearing an eerie smile on his face but his aura is producing anything but a positive vibe while your boyfriend stands beside Steve, glaring at the strange man. You thought you remembered someone calling him Rumlow.

You know about your boyfriend’s line of work but you never really got to witness his job with your own eyes. Life with Bucky has always been laughs and giggles, passion and love behind closed doors so you never really thought about the dangers that may come with his job. You thought you could continue to live happily and carefree with him until now.

When you saw Rumlow turning his attention to Bucky’s louring face and smirking at the emotion he’s able to get from your boyfriend made your stomach turn. You saw Rumlow’s hand rise from his side and time seemed to stop for you when you saw a gun pointed in your boyfriend’s direction. You saw your Bucky’s jaw clenching and you couldn’t help the small whimper escaping your lips when Rumlow turns the safety off with a deafening click.

Bucky’s eyes subtly searched your face but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were begging Rumlow to drop his gun and let your boyfriend be but the moment Rumlow turns to look at you, your stomach begins to feel more horrible than it already is. But you would do everything for your Bucky. You had to try.

“P-Please don’t…” You stutter, glancing at the gun pointing towards your Bucky then looking back up at Rumlow.

He mockingly juts his bottom lip out, pouting at you before tilting his head to the side. “No?” He asks.

You could only nod, ignoring Bucky who was trying his best to get your attention, for sure trying to make you stop talking to Rumlow.

“This your girl, Barnes?” Rumlow asks, scanning your form but nobody answers him.

Rumlow chuckles before putting the gun down, giving you a sense of relief before your breath hitches when the gun is suddenly pointed in your direction.

“Should I just shoot you then, little girl?”

Bucky’s form stiffens, as well as Steve’s and his guards, ready for an order to attack when Rumlow speaks up again.

“Are you willing to risk your life for this motherfucker?”

You didn’t know if it was your nerves making you dizzy but everything went by in a flash but in slow motion at the same time. You saw Bucky side-stepping quickly towards you, his metal arm raising as if to shield you both. A bullet makes contact with his metal arm before bouncing off of it and you stare at his arm in awe before looking at him with crazed eyes. He scans you for a quick second before he rushes you both out of the place, and onto a car before caressing your face with both of his hands. The sounds of guns being fired filling your ears.

“You shouldn’t have done that, baby girl.” His words are dark and it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know him. If he wasn’t giggling with you about a silly movie yesterday, you would’ve been frightened of him.

When you don't answer, he tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to focus on him instead of the continuous gunfire.

“Y-You’re arm… How did you know it would save us?” You stared at his face while your hand absentmindedly wrapped over his metal hand, caressing it gently.

His eyes flicker to your hand on his metal ones before looking back at you with an earnest look. “I didn’t. I just know that I had to protect you.” He says, chest heaving as he finally let himself show his emotions. Something that he only does with you.

“Y-you… You could’ve died, Bucky…”

“I will do anything to protect you, doll.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before the driver’s door opens and Steve crawls in, breathing heavily.

“We gotta fucking go,” was the only thing he says before stepping on the gas.

You did your best to ignore the blood splattered on his face and the white shirt under his black suit.

You lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder as he hugs you extra close to him, fearing that you might slip away from him and you bask in the closeness and warmth of his body. Your brain starts to fog up, and the only words running inside it are the words your Bucky said. You snuggle closer to him, humming unknowingly in satisfaction.

‘I will do anything to protect you, doll.’

Bucky Barnes watched you curling closer to him, your cheeks brushing against his arm as your eyes remained close, face finally relaxing as you go deeper into slumber. He smiled at your form, pecking the top of your head before pulling you closer to his body.

If someone told him that his heart would be palpitating because of a pretty little thing like you, he would’ve shot them in the head for poking jokes at him but now that you’re beside him…

“Is she okay?” Steve’s voice cuts Bucky’s thoughts off as Steve looks at him through the rearview mirror, quickly turning back to look at him then towards his girl with worried eyes.

“She’s resting. Calm for now.” Bucky’s jaw clenches at the thought of you producing tears for the likes of Rumlow. His heart skips a beat at the memory of that gun being pointed at you. His grip on the door handle becomes tighter while he tries his best to keep his other hand calm, the one that he’s holding you with.

“She’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to her. I know you won’t. I sure as hell won’t…” Steve gives Bucky a reassuring smile, mumbling the last words under his breath.

The car ride was silent throughout the ride, thoughts eating up on Bucky’s mind as he thinks of Steve’s words as well as what to do with you. How to make things up for you because he’s taking the blame for you being in a very dangerous position.

“We’re here,” Steve states, stopping the car and getting out before quickly going over to Bucky’s side, opening the door for Bucky and a groggy you. You’re still in Bucky’s arms, already squirming into consciousness while Bucky tries to coo you back to sleep.

“Need any help?”

“I got it,” Bucky answers Steve before carrying you inside the manor, Steve quietly following behind.

Once inside, Bucky feels you squirming more and he lets you go, gently putting you down on your feet. He looks down at your face that’s looking back up at him with a blank expression. He takes note of Steve’s form leaning on the doorway.

“Bucky…” He hears you mumble.

“What is it, princess?” Bucky notes the way your eyes flutters at the nickname and he fights a smile that wants to force its way onto his face.

“You almost d-died because of me,” Your sob breaks his heart and he’s suddenly on you. He’s eager to make you wipe the tears away. Eager to bring back the smile that always makes him swoon because this isn’t how he wants to see you cry.

“Don’t cry, princess. I’ll do anything for you even if that means getting hurt.” He continues to wipe at your tears but it was no use. You’re a broken dam right now.

“Daddy’s here, princess. Daddy’s right here.” He whispers, not caring if Steve hears him but he takes note of the way Steve’s form stiffens by the doorway. It wasn’t hard to miss because of his broad shoulders.

“You trust Daddy, right, Princess?” He pulls back, caressing your face and that’s when he sees it.

Your eyes are fogged, face wet with tears but the flow has stopped. You’re just looking at him with those foggy eyes filled with something so much intensity.

“Yes, daddy. I trust you.” He hears you whisper and he knows you’re deep in your space right now.

Bucky wipes your face with a cloth that’s conveniently in his pocket before walking back, away from you. You whimper at the loss of his touch but one word from him made you stop.

“Stay.”

Bucky feels himself grow proud at your obedience. He flicks a look at Steve before looking back at you.

“Take your clothes off for Daddy, princess.”

“Steve, you fucking stay there.” He doesn’t even glance at Steve but he hears his steps stopping. You didn’t even notice his words towards Steve because you were eagerly obeying his command, stripping out of your clothes with haste.

“Come here, princess,” Bucky motions you to come over and you do. He instantly wraps his metal hand around your throat, not clenching it at all. He just rests his hand on your throat, careful not to frighten you.

“You trust me, princess?” He asks one more time.

“Yes, yes I do, daddy.” You breathe out, nodding against his hold which he tightens. Bucky’s eyes flicker at how your thighs clenched together and hear the tiny moan slipping out of your mouth.

“You like this, princess? You like my hand around your pretty little throat?” Bucky tightens his hold a little more, eyes gleaming at how his hand is covering your whole neck now.

“Your neck is so tiny, I can easily crush it, princess. You’re not afraid of me?” Instead of being afraid, you whine, suddenly thrusting your naked hips towards him and he chuckles at you before letting you go.

Bucky glances at Steve who was fixing his pants, no doubt tightening uncomfortably at the scene in front of him.

Bucky stares at you, eyes begging for him to touch you but he ignores it before walking over to the long sofa and sitting down. He pats his lap as he calls for you which you eagerly obeyed, almost skipping your way towards his lap. You were about to straddle him when he stops you.

He turns your body with so much ease before pulling you down, earning an “oof” from you when your back hits his hard chest. He guides your legs so they’re resting outside of his legs. He easily spreads your legs with his and he dwells at the shiver your body makes when you’re completely exposed.

“Sit, Steve.” Bucky motions to the long sofa opposite to where the both of you are sitting and he feels you stiffening against him so he whispers soothing words in your ears. “I got you, princess.”

Steve walks towards the sofa before awkwardly sitting. Bucky could see how much his best friend was trying to control himself but, in the end, his best friend loses his inner battle for he looks at you and then to your cunt, before looking back at you.

“Don’t worry about Steve, princess. We can trust him. He did kill that awful man for you…” He chuckles at the way your body shivers, your stiffness has long gone now.

“H-he did?”

“Yes. Now let’s give Steve a little show, yeah? Show him just how fucking precious my princess is…” Bucky’s metal finger goes to your breasts, teasing each of them with equal attention. He pulls little whimpers from you here and there and he can see Steve squirming uncomfortably from across the both of you and he chuckles.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. You can touch yourself.” Bucky’s free hand goes to your core, rubbing his fingers on your clit, making your moans grow louder.

“But you won’t be able to touch my girl. You can just watch and you can be thankful that I’m letting you.” Bucky takes pride in how he’s able to make his best friend look so powerless when he’s the boss. Right now, Bucky is the boss though.

“D-daddy!” You’re suddenly shaking against Bucky as you reach your first peak, your juice covering Bucky’s fingers while his other hand continues to play with your hard nipples.

Bucky hears a groan from Steve, smirking how his friend has his hand down his pants pathetically.

Bucky continues to play with your body, pulling a few more orgasms from you until you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

Now that’s how he wants to see you cry. Only in pleasure and nothing else. Only the best for his girl.

“Daddy, please!” You scream at Bucky, your small hands gripping his flesh hand that was on your cunt.

“What is it, princess? Tell daddy what you want.”

“W-want more, daddy,” you whisper, almost shyly, and Bucky coos at your embarrassed face.

“You need to be more specific than that, princess. Don’t be shy. You’re so fucking beautiful that you got Steve and me so fucking hard, baby.” He turns your head to the side before pressing a hungry kiss on your lips, tongue lapping every corner of your mouth before pulling away, admiring the string of saliva that connects your lips.

“Tell daddy what you want, princess. Be more specific this time.” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it and earning another whimper from you.

“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you finally say, begging with your hips grinding against his hard cock that’s under you.

He hums in approval before easily lifting you up and positioning his tip in your entrance. He looks at Steve who was looking hungrily at your slit that’s ready to take his swollen cock.

A gaudy moan escapes from your mouth as Bucky pulls your body down his cock, your head instantly falling back to his shoulder at the feeling of his cock inside of you.

“Fuck!” Bucky hisses at the feeling of your warm and very tight walls hugging his thick cock.

“God, baby… You’re so fucking tight!” Bucky’s eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching him and he even whimpers when you start to grind against his lap, asking for more.

He gives it to you.

He stares at Steve’s face as he guides your body on top of his, bouncing you on his lap while thrusting his hips into you to reach deeper inside of you.

Bucky sees Steve’s hungry eyes staring at a certain spot as he bites his bottom lip. Bucky follows his gaze and he too, grows even more hungry, if that’s even possible, at the sight of your lower abdomen bulging out every time his cock thrusts deep inside your tight cunt.

“Princess…” Bucky groans, stopping you from bouncing, earning a whine from you which turns into loud cries of pleasure when he starts impelling you with his cock again and again. His flesh hand goes to press on your lower abdomen to feel himself inside of you.

The three of you groan at the scene and Bucky looks back at Steve, smirking and moaning at the same time. Seeing Steve hungrily looking at you but not being able to touch you gives him a rush. Especially when Steve is choking his own cock while he watches the both of you. Oh, Bucky loves showing people that you’re his girl.

“D-daddy, I’m gonna—”

“Fucking cum for me, princess.”

And you do. You cum with a loud cry, followed by Bucky’s loud cry as he felt your walls suffocating his cock which only gave him more motivation to pistol into you, riding your orgasm. His vibranium fingers find your clit, ignoring your tiny hands that wrapped around it.

“Too much, daddy!”

“Give me one more, baby! I wanna cum inside your pretty cunt,” he whispers into your ear before pressing his lips on your neck, sucking your skin with wet kisses. That seems to make you more compliant. You wanted him to cum inside you and Bucky chuckled at how your walls clenched around him at the thought.

“Oh, you’d like that, won’t you? Want daddy to give you his cummies? Want daddy to breed you? Get you all nice and round…”

“Y-yes daddy!” You let out a squeal when his fingers started buzzing around your clit.

“Yes! Cum inside of her, Buck…” Steve’s wanton voice catches both of your attention and Bucky feels your walls tighten around him when he sees you watching Steve beat his cock with his own hand, his girth swollen and ready to cum. And it’s all because of you. His girl.

Bucky doubles his efforts, metal hand vibrating against your clit, flesh hand pressing on the bulge that his cock continues to make on your lower abdomen.

With a few more thrust, Bucky feels his balls tightening and you must’ve felt his thick cock twitching because your walls tightened again and this time, it’s enough to make him burst his seeds into you so, with a loud grunt, Bucky pulls you down on him as his cock twitches inside you, spurting his seeds into your cunt while the head of his cock remains touching your cervix.

With his metal fingers still vibrating against your clit, you follow him with cumming as the mixture of the feeling of him filling you up with his cum and the intense vibration of his fingers on your sensitive bud.

Across from the both of you, Steve watches how Bucky is filling you up with his cum, and the moment Bucky’s excess cum starts slipping out from the sides of your slit, he loses it. With a whimper, Steve’s cum shoots out and his hands get covered with his thick white cum while a few lands on the floor. Steve licks his lips when he sees Bucky pulling out of you and using his metal fingers to push the fallen cum back inside of you.

Steve, still shaking from his orgasm, watches as Bucky picks you up after covering you up with his suit jacket and walking toward the stairs.

He stops to look at him though.

“Thanks for killing the bastard for her, punk.” And with a smirk, he leaves with you in his arms.

Bucky places you on the bed before cleaning you up. His hands are gentle as he wipes his cum off your thighs and your swollen cunt before getting in beside you and wrapping you up in a blanket.

“Thank you, daddy.” You slur before curling up beside him. He chuckles before pulling you closer to him.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, princess. I’ll do anything for you, okay? Seems like Steve will too,” Bucky laughs but doesn’t earn a reply from you. He looks down at your face, seeing you already fast asleep with a smile on your face.

Oh, how he loves that smile.

And he’ll do anything to keep that smile on his girl’s face.

a/n: i just wish I did this request justice :3

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wastedyouth-wasteddreams · 3 years ago

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Part 3. Whisky and cute. Smutty thoughts.

With one arm still wrapped around her shoulder Vik grabbed the whisky off his desk with his free hand, glove clinking against the glass bottle, and walked her through the back.

It wasn't much, but he had an old worn in leather couch where he originally thought he would take breaks. But seeing that he usually ate and tinkered at his desk in front of an old fight, the couch was mainly used after closing. It's the kind of couch that's been sat on a thousand times, napped on for hundreds, and was still too comfy to throw out.

The seats were full of pitts and scrapes from from where he had sat down with something sharp still poking out of a pocket. there was a deep dent on the side that Jackie favoured, all his excited fidgeting had a tendency to leave lasting impressions. One of the arm rests had a strange flat smooth spot where bottles of whisky and beer had been carefully balanced over the years, and the other had a swooping crater where the memory of Viks tired head was left indefinitely.

It had been a week since she was last in. Since he sat her down and told her he cared for her. In all, that wasn't really a shock, he was warm hearted and she knew he cared, he cared for all his friends. Vik was someone you counted on. The shock to her system was how it was said. He wasn't just handing off information, it almost felt like a proposition. As if he was offering her a reason to look after herself.

She had definitely been thinking, and over thinking on his words. She couldn't just turn up to say "hey" after that. She didn't want to be over eager and under wanted. His birthday was such a perfect reason to pop by though, it wasn't even an excuse-it was an ACTUAL reason.

"You haven't dropped in all week. I thought you might have been avoiding me?"

As she heard the words, a black hole opened in her chest, sucking her stomach and heart into oblivion for a few seconds. His forearm was resting sluggishly on her shoulder as they walked, which was making it hard for her to concentrate anyway...a smell of hot metal, antiseptic and pheromones mixed with a fresh sweat was evaporating from his arm. She could feel an olfactory memory being created each time she breathed him in.

"Really vik?! You are getting old. You don't remember when I came in and paid you every eddy I've ever owed you? Then you took me to dinner? Bought me flowers?"

She slunk from under his arm and picked her feet off the floor as she threw herself back and shoulders first onto the couch. Her head firmly nestled into the Vik dent.

"Did everyone ask if I was your Dad?" It was a quick response, because it had been something on his mind before. He was an actual age to be her father. It certainly wasn't the only thing stopping him from acting on his desires, but it was a major one. He watched her hair float up as head hot the couch, as if waves were engulfing her.

"Grandpa!" She responded raising her eye brows and giving him a nod as he picked up a leather pouch from the surgical table in the corner.

Vik mimicked being punched in the gut and let out a growling "Ooft kid!" As he planted himself next to her with an empty thud. When his 200 pound of muscle hit the seat, it dropped a good six inches beneath him, and in turn, her hips cooked and she fell into his thigh.

She steadied herself by wrapping her hand around his forearm. It shouldn't have been as exciting as it was, but his arms did things to her. She could watch him working all day, when his fingers moved and grabbed the muscles just below his elbow stretched and rippled like a machine. He didn't realise it, but she was tracing the movements over his tattoos.

"Grandpa eh? THAT I would have remembered" he swallowed his words as she stroked his arm with her thumb. He wondered of she knew what she was doing to him right now. Her fingers slightly tugging at his tired and sore arm, whilst her thighs pushed against his leg. He wished to have that thigh in his grasp, and her fingers exploring his chest. He wanted to know exactly how much of her he could hold at once. That sweet spot where her thighs and ass met..she was thickest there, he wanted to cradle her and find out how well she would fit in his hand.

He felt his whole body reacting to the though and he swallowed once more, moving his arm ever so slightly trying to reach his exo glove without breaking the skin to skin contact.

"YOUR BIRTHDAY" Came the squeel from next to his ear. She had the lungs of a whale sometimes.

Her hands grabbed his leg and she jumped on her knees next to him, she didn't realise how far down her hands were going go, but she gave him a little squeeze before she bounded off

"I'm gonna get your box!"

He would have smiled at her giddied charm if he wasn't too busy trying to will all his blood back to its rightful places. She must have realised where her left hand landed. Her finger tips touched so far into his thigh that they grazed the seam of his pants, and if she would have stretched her pinky out an inch, she would have felt a waking dragon, who he had no doubt, would have been stirred from her touch.

As she returned she watched him folding leather around his exoglove. She was wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with her touch, but that fear faded when he flashed her a big Vik smile. Fear that was replaced with butterflies.

He sat the pouch on the soft bit of the arm rest, and felt his heart race as he waited for her to come close again. He expected her to sit next to him, but she walked in front of him, her shoulders square with his, though much more slender. She looked down at her gift and then at Vik without moving her head as she handed it to him. She gave him big eyes, full of wonder and life. He took the box from her hands, not breaking eye contact for even a split second.

"The whisky was enough you know, this better be something shitty and little"

"I'm shitty and little" she sounded proud at this realisation.

"Just open it Vik" she said as she grabbed the bottle of whisky and started to unscrew the lid.

"Haha" he chuckled deeply "Ok, ok. You can be such a brat sometimes" his smile reflecting his adoration of that quality.

She sat next to him again, ankles tucked under herself and watched him fumble with the ribbon and paper.

She took a huge gulp of whisky as he laid his eyes on her gift.

"V"

Was all he could muster.

"C'mere" he said as he wrapped his arm around her. His inner elbow caressed the back of her neck and pulled her head to tuck under his chin.

In his hand he held a whisky glass, with a thick heavy bottom and the letter V etched onto the side in a gothic font. A single boxing glove hung off the thin arm of the V.

"It's a V. For Viktor....And the other has a V on it as well!"

"For Viktor" he laughed and repeated her.

"No, you gonk" she pulled back and looked at him, her face squished, as if he had completely missed something.

Maybe the other V is for her. For V.

"For Vektor"

She cupped his left cheek in her hand and pulled his face toward her parted mouth. As their skin touched, she pushed her parted lips gently into his stubble, but hard enough to smoosh the side of his face. Her smooth lips left a wetness on his face that he wished he could fell between his own lips.

"Happy Birthday, Viktor Vektor"

she cooed to him as she felt the heat radiating from his cheek.

"Where the fuck are you at birthday boy!"

Jackies voice boomed from the front door.

"Viky! V said she would meet us here for a drink" Came Mistys call.

He tilted his head back and bellowed

"IM BEING SHOWERED WITH BIRTHDAY KISSES. ITS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE, HELP!"

She gave him a sharp jab in his arm before she ran around to jump onto jackie.

Vik poured himself a whisky. He heard the familiar sound of her body impacting Jackie's chest mid-air.

"AND GET YOUR OWN FUCKING GLASSES"

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ncssian · 4 years ago

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A Favor: Part One

Nessian Modern AU

Summary: Nesta Archeron isn't good with change. When her car breaks down in the middle of a storm and her sister sends one of her friends to pick her up, Nesta thinks there could be nothing worse than having to spend the night with a total stranger. Until she suddenly finds herself without an apartment. Despite only a night of knowing Nesta, Cassian is quick to offer her a room in his cabin free of charge, and Nesta, broke and without many social contacts, has no choice but to accept.

A/N: This fic is loosely inspired by @lady-therion 's fic Close Quarters. I couldn't stop thinking about Nesta and Cassian sitting in front of a fire, slowly getting to know each other, so this fic is a whole lot of that :) There's no strict plot structure to this so I'm not sure how long it's gonna be, but expect warm and fuzzy content in the beginning. Enjoy!

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Cassian is in bed when he gets the text.

Feyre: hey i know it's late but i need you to do a huuuge favor for me

Feyre: i really hope you're not asleep yet

Cassian furrows his brows in concern, immediately thumbing back a text.

Cass: what's wrong?

Feyre takes a long minute to type back; wind howls and rain thrashes against his window while he waits. A long message finally appears.

Feyre: you know the shortcut through the woods off of main st? my sister's car broke down there and there's no 24/7 towing around. im all the way in velaris and won't be able to get there for another two hours, but i dont want her waiting in the woods in the middle of the night like murder bait. she's too proud to ask for help, but if you could go and pick her up that would mean a lot to me, please.

At the last sentence, Cassian immediately knows which sister Feyre is talking about. He glances out his window and curses under his breath. It's storming hell outside, and Nesta Archeron is sitting in a broken car in the middle of the woods somewhere.

He's already grabbed his keys and stuffed his feet into shoes when he realizes he never answered Feyre's text. He types out a short on my way and heads out the front door of the cabin, assaulted by rain and wind before he's even fully outside.

Cassian follows the location Feyre sends him, what should be a five minute drive taking almost fifteen in the storm.

Cassian has interacted with the oldest Archeron sister maybe twice in his three years of knowing Feyre. Once for an initial family meeting, where she gave a terse hello upon introduction to Cassian and his friends, before ignoring everybody for the rest of the dinner, and another time when he accidentally bumped into her as she was leaving Feyre's apartment. He remembers apologizing profusely, only to be given a weird look before she turned and left.

In summary, Cassian knows enough about Nesta to know that this won't be the most fun task he's ever been given. Still, he isn’t about to leave any woman rotting on the side of an empty road at this hour, in this weather.

There’s so much rain that he almost misses the car. His headlights catch on a lump of metal, and he slowly brings the truck to a stop. Throwing the gear in park, Cassian flips his hood over his head and runs out into the rain.

She’s already waiting for him when he reaches the car, standing in the freezing rain in nothing but a drenched sweater and jeans.

His first real words to Nesta Archeron come out surprisingly easy: “What the hell are you doing here?” he yells over the torrent.

“Making sure you could see me,” she shouts back. “You drive like a blind dog!”

Whatever Cassian says back gets lost in the rain, but soon he's ushering Nesta over to his truck and slamming the passenger door shut behind her. He returns to the driver's seat, Nesta audibly shuddering beside him.

He flips the air vents blowing hot air towards her. “You should’ve stayed in the car.”

Even soaked and freezing, Nesta summons up the energy to glare. “So you could run me over with your truck? No, thanks.”

“That’s an overreaction.”

Nesta doesn’t bother to reply. Silence fills the truck for a couple of minutes as Cassian tries to maneuver them out of the small backroad, carefully turning back for his cabin. There’s no way he can get Nesta back to her place tonight, and he suspects his phone notifications are already full of flash flood warnings.

Finally, he says, “I’m Cassian, by the way.”

Nesta looks at him like he’s stupid. “I know who you are.”

That takes him a little by surprise, but he only murmurs, “Okay, then.” He wonders how much Feyre told her sister about how this was going to go.

“We’re getting my car picked up first thing tomorrow,” Nesta says into the silence, “and Feyre will take me home so you don’t have to bother yourself.”

“It’s not a bother,” he responds a little too quickly. She only gives him another weird look, like she’s judging him to hell and back, and Cassian decides to quit speaking forever.

By the grace of some higher power, the drive back is faster than the drive to. The pounding of rain only gets heavier as Cassian pulls up to the house, until it becomes an unmistakable thunk. Nesta’s eyes shoot to the roof of the car. “What’s that,” she says sharply. Everything she says is sharp; he wonders if she does it consciously or not.

Another thunk hits the car, this time the windshield. Cassian sighs deeply at the ice assaulting the truck from all sides. “Hail,” he says, resigned with this whole night.

He and Nesta end up making another mad dash to the door, trying not to get hit by increasingly larger chunks of ice as they go. Nesta has a backpack that she holds close to her chest instead of using for protection from the hail, as if it’s a baby.

Once safely inside the cabin, she doesn’t let go of her grip on her bag as she looks around his home. “Nice place,” she breathes, eyeing the exposed wooden beams and towering glass windows. An iron-wrought chandelier lights up the main living area they’re in, lightning occasionally casting twisted shadows across the walls.

Cassian almost apologizes for it, before deciding that apologizing for having too nice of a house is one of those things that would earn him another weird look from Nesta. “Bathrooms are that way,” he says instead, pointing down the main hall. “I can get you some dry clothes…”

She’s already nodding sharply and heading for the bathroom, leaving Cassian to stand awkwardly in the entryway, soaked to the bone in the same sweats he was about to go to sleep in just an hour ago.

Upstairs, after changing into blissfully dry clothes, it takes Cassian a good five minutes to decide which of his shirts will work best for Nesta’s slim figure.

When he finally returns downstairs with sweats four times Nesta’s size, she snatches them out of his hands without a word and slams the bathroom door shut on his face. He stands there a moment longer, nods resolutely, and heads for the kitchen to whip up a hot beverage. Cassian has a feeling he won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

A couple of minutes later, Nesta appears in the kitchen doorway, looking hesitant and absolutely dwarfed in Cassian’s gray sweats. Somehow, she’s made the pants work, likely by rolling them up a hundred times.

Cassian’s eyes widen for a moment, realizing this is the longest look he’s gotten at Nesta since… well, since he first met her.

He remembers thinking she was stunning at that initial dinner at Feyre’s house all those years ago, but damn, he must have forgotten just how much. Because even messy and rumpled, Cassian can’t stop staring at her.

Nesta breaks the silence first. “Is that hot chocolate?” The hard edge has mostly left her voice, like the warm clothes have soothed her frayed nerves from the car ride.

“Um.” Cassian glances down at the steaming mug in his hands. “Yeah. You want some?” he offers before he can check himself.

Nesta further surprises him by nodding, tucking her sweater paws under her armpits. The position would look vulnerable and reserved on most people, but on her it’s just another fortification to her stiff demeanor. Cassian slides his mug over the marble island to her before starting on another drink for himself.

Feeling an urge to fill the silence while he works, Cassian babbles, “The guest rooms are upstairs. You can have your choice, but the master bedroom is mine, obviously.” He pours melted chocolate into a mug and grabs for cinnamon.

Nesta watches him move with her unnerving hawk eyes and nods slowly, taking careful sips from her mug. “I think I’m going to stay up and study for my midterms,” she finally responds. “You mind if I use your fancy living room?”

Cassian almost smiles at that. “The whole house is fancy,” he says. “But yeah, go for it.”

He’s surprised at how nice this feels. Not that having Feyre’s scary older sister over isn’t weird for him, but… having another presence in the cabin, especially at this late hour— it’s warm where Cassian’s nights are usually cold.

***

It’s past two in the morning when Nesta finally glances up from her laptop screen, eyes bleary and unable to take in another word of theoretical law. She’s rubbing her hands down her face when a sudden clap of thunder booms outside the cabin windows, making her nearly fall off the couch. “Christ,” she swears, unconsciously curling into herself.

“Scared of thunder?”

Nesta internalizes her surprise at the unexpected voice and glances up to see Cassian coming down the stairs, looking as awake as he did when he went to bed over an hour ago. Nesta becomes terribly aware of the state she’s in and has to fight to maintain her composure.

She peeled off Cassian’s oversized sweatpants as soon as he went upstairs, not having been able to take a step without almost tripping, and made up for the coldness of her bare legs by dragging the fur throw off the back of his leather couch and using it as a blanket.

“That's usually for decoration, you know.” Cassian gestures at the thick fur.

Embarrassment claws up her throat, for coming into this strange man’s house and taking his nice things and using them incorrectly. Her first instinct is to apologize, but the only thing she hates more than embarrassment is the word sorry. “I thought you were asleep,” she says instead.

Cassian only shakes his head as he takes a seat on the far end of the couch. “Sleep and I aren't friends tonight. I was thinking about watching a movie, but if you're still studying—”

Nesta quickly shuts her laptop, shaking her head. “I was just about to go upstairs,” she says, packing her things into her backpack. Despite the day she’s had and how heavy her eyelids are, she knows she won’t be able to sleep with the sporadic thunder still booming. She wants to ask Cassian if he has noise-canceling earplugs, but the last thing she wants is to inconvenience him further.

The fur throw slips off her as she stands, revealing her bare legs. She might be wearing the largest, least sexy sweater of all time, so she doesn’t know why she suddenly feels naked in front of Cassian. Risking a glance at the man himself, he only takes his eyes off the TV remote in his hand to say, “You can leave the pants behind if you don’t need them.”

Right. She neatly folded his sweats as soon as she took them off earlier, and now they sit patiently on the coffee table.

“It gets a little drafty at night,” Cassian adds, “but I stocked your room with blankets. It’s the second door on the left; I hope you don’t mind that I chose for you.”

Nesta distantly remembers him saying she could have her pick of bedroom. “I don’t care,” she says honestly. “But— thanks.” She clasps her bag to her chest and shuffles towards the stairs, only stopping at the foot of them when she remembers not to be rude. “Goodnight,” she calls out awkwardly, trying not to race up the stairs as she hears him say goodnight back.

Cassian’s cabin is without a doubt gorgeous, but Nesta still feels a little shock of surprise when she finds her designated room. Decked out with a four-poster bed and floor-to-ceiling windows, it’s nicer than any place Nesta’s ever stayed in before.

A bright flash of lightning fills the room, and Nesta’s shoulders immediately bunch up to her ears— the preparation doesn’t make the ensuing clap of thunder any less heart-thumping. Withholding a weary sigh, she moves to draw the thick curtains over the windows, hoping to add a barrier between herself and the storm. It’s going to be a long night.

***

The next morning, Nesta dials Feyre’s number for the third time, growing more irritated by the second. It’s eight a.m., but Feyre is supposed to be picking Nesta up before noon so she can take her car in and return home to her shitty basement apartment.

Finally, the line clicks. “Hello?” a groggy voice drawls over the phone.

“When are you coming?” Nesta demands.

“Uh, what?” Feyre still sounds like she’s waking up. Nesta could hiss.

“You promised you’d be here first thing today, Feyre. I can’t hang around at your friend’s place all day. I want to wear my own clothes and use my own toothbrush.”

“Oh, that,” Feyre says. “Listen, can you just have Cassian take you home?”

“Feyre—”

“I know you hate interacting with strangers, but he’s one of my best friends. It’s a two-hour drive up to the mountains, Nesta,” she speaks as if she’s trying to reason with a kindergartener.

Frustration boils up in Nesta, feelings that she’s in too much disbelief to put words to right now. Her jaw works, and all she ends up spitting is, “You promised.”

“You’re being dramatic. I’m going back to sleep now, call me when you get home safe.” Over the line, Nesta can hear mumbling— probably Feyre’s boyfriend waking up.

Nesta has to hang up before she says something she’ll be made to regret. Her fingers are bone-white around her phone, and she releases a restrained shriek before flinging her phone at the bed.

Still pissed but just a little mollified after the release of energy, Nesta takes a deep breath and heads downstairs to get breakfast.

Cassian is in the kitchen when she enters, sipping from a cup of coffee and watching another one brew in the coffee maker. His eyes are ringed with tired circles, proving he got about as much sleep as Nesta did the night before, but he seems content. She doesn’t miss his quick glance at her still-bare legs before his eyes flick up to her. “Good morning,” he offers with a quiet smile.

Nesta didn’t know Cassian was capable of such quietness— it’s a stark difference from how he is with Feyre and his friends, and maybe the nicest surprise she’s received since this shitty weekend began.

She cuts straight to it. “Feyre’s not coming,” she says, trying to gauge how he’ll react to this new inconvenience. “She told me to let you take me home.”

“I know,” is all Cassian says. His brow furrows when he sees her obvious disappointment. “She called me last night. Didn’t she tell you?”

Nesta’s hands curl under the long sleeves of Cassian’s sweatshirt, but she only shakes her head once. She’s distantly aware that she’s overreacting about a simple car ride, but nothing can take away her discomfort at asking favors from people she barely knows.

Not knowing how to continue the conversation, she says stiffly, “I want to wear my own clothes again.” Is that a good addition to the discussion? She genuinely can’t remember the last time she interacted with a man for non-work related purposes.

Cassian’s eyes light up and he sets down his coffee. “That reminds me, I put your clothes through the laundry this morning. They might still be warm from the dryer.”

Nesta wants to sag in relief at the first good news she’s gotten all morning. She follows Cassian’s directions to the laundry room and almost hugs her neatly folded clothes. While she changes into her clothes from the night before, she makes a list of today’s activities in her head:

1) Eat breakfast. Keep it quick and keep interactions with Cassian to a minimum, but don’t seem ungrateful.

2) Drive to her ancient rustbucket of a car. Make sure it’s okay after the hail and call the towing company.

3) Let Cassian drop her home.

4) Return to her room and not leave for a week.

Nesta sighs as her blue sweater settles around her frame. Only four tasks; it’s achievable enough.

Her first task is relatively easy. She wishes Cassian wouldn’t talk so much, because sometimes she doesn’t know what to say in return, but she also finds that she likes what she has to say. His opinion on the horror movie he watched last night doesn’t make her want to crawl out of the nearest window.

Cassian keeps breakfast short and gets them in the car by nine. It’s only after they’ve dialed a tow truck and Cassian kindly withholds judgment at Nesta’s faded blue lump of metal she calls a car that she gets the call.

It’s from her tenant, or rather, the nice elderly lady who lets Nesta live in her basement-turned-apartment.

“Lorene?” Nesta answers, confused.

“Oh, hun,” the woman answers, and from the sympathy in her voice, Nesta tenses up. “I headed downstairs this morning to check for mold and the rain...the whole basement’s flooded. There must have been a leak or something wrong with the entrance door, but I tried to grab as many of your things before I left.”

Nesta closes her eyes. Presses a forceful hand to her chest and tries to take calming breaths. “O-okay,” she says. “What does that mean, what do I do next?”

Cassian gives her a concerned look from where he leans against his truck. She ignores him.

“I’m getting the basement cleaned out and fixed as soon as I can, but the water damage looks pretty bad. The floors are probably gonna have to be replaced, and I don't know if insurance will cover this.”

She thinks of all her books and valuables in that apartment, taken out by the storm last night.

“You're going to have to find a new place to stay, hun. Most likely for a while.”

Nesta is on the verge of full-out panicking, but the last thing she needs is to have a breakdown in front of Feyre’s best friend. She clenches her fist so hard it hurts, and the bite of her nails takes away the sharp edge of her panic.

She breathes deep, but finally says, “I can do that.” She doesn't know if she can.

After a few more apologies from Lorene, Nesta finally hangs up, only to turn and brace her hands against the roof of her car.

“Everything alright?” Cassian asks slowly.

She needs a place to stay. Her mind works rapidly, going through the short, short list of people she might be able to ask for a bed to sleep on. Coming up empty, she moves on to the next option: motels.

Does she even have the money—?

“Nesta?” Cassian repeats. “What's going on?”

“I’m fine,” she says out loud, still not facing him. “I just need to break the bank a little and find a new place to stay, but it’ll be fine.”

“Find a new place to stay? What do you mean?” A light hand touches her elbow, and she whirls around in alarm. Cassian holds his hands up in placation. “Sorry, sorry,” he says.

Red-hot embarrassment creeps up Nesta’s cheeks. She’s losing it in front of this completely nice stranger—

She reins herself in, tries to remember things like common sense and social etiquette. “It’s okay,” she breathes out. “It’s really nothing. My apartment got flooded during the storm and I need to find a place to stay, and I’m upset, but I’ll get over it.” She nods resolutely, like the grown adult she is. Like she can afford to fix her car and pay for lodging at the same time.

Cassian considers her silently for a long moment, and Nesta thinks he must still be freaked out by her near-breakdown, when he finally says, “Well, you can always stay at my place.”

Her eyes might pop out of her head. “What? No. No.”

“Why not?” He turns hesitant. “Unless you have somewhere else to stay?”

Nesta’s silence is answer enough. She sees his gaze flip from questioning to determined and rushes to change his mind. “I won’t do that to you— I hate asking for favors and I hate making people go out of their way for me even more.” She sounds so forceful it comes off as harsh, which is all the better for convincing Cassian not to make her stay at his cabin.

“I have a feeling you hate a lot of things, Nesta.” He doesn’t back down. “You’re Feyre’s sister; the least I can offer you is free lodging.” After a moment, he adds, “Please.”

Nesta wants to laugh; he’s pleading with her to let her invade his home life. All because she’s Feyre’s sister. The reasoning leaves a bitter taste in her throat, but she doesn’t have the energy to argue with it. Not as the tow truck finally appears at the end of the road, driving up towards them. Cassian only looks at her. Decide now, he says silently.

Nesta exhales deeply through her nose. “Fine,” she grits. So much for getting through the day with her sanity unscathed.

***

Part Two

tagging: @ladywitchling @sjm-things @thewayshedreamed @drielecarla

#nessian fic #modern au #ncssianwrites #nesta archeron #nessian #cassian #nesta #acotar #a favor

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glassartpeasants · 4 years ago

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Hound Dog

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: submissive shiggy, humiliation, over-stimulation, somphillia??

A/N: Honestly this kinda cuts straight to the smut...i was really needing some shiggy dick when i wrote this so enjoy. This is just eh....

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Your leader was a lost cause honestly.

The man followed you around always and would never leave you alone. You found him sneaking panties from your room, humping your pillows, hell this man is so nasty he hid in your closet and jacked off while you changed.

Why had you caught his attention you may ask? Well about 2 months ago your boss was hit with a strange quirk that caused him to develop dog ears on his body and a tail as well. Everyone was trying to fix what happened to him but it was difficult to take him seriously. Especially when he was eyeing you down looking at you like your his next meal.

~~~

“Shigaraki move outta the way i gotta change.” You growl at the man. He had been standing in the middle of the hallway blocking your door for what seemed like hours.

“No. Not until you let me go in with you.” He was looking at you, you knew it. But father covered his face along with his shaggy blue hair. You sigh knowing you never would be able to change again if you didn’t just nip it in the butt.

“Fine, just don’t bother me got it?” He nodded his head and moved out of the way following you towards your room, His tail wagging furiously as he walked behind you. His eyes trailed down looked up and down your body, just imagining what could be hiding underneath the clothes. His mouth watered as he walked closer and closer to your room.

You had invited him to come along not that you had much of a choice so what would be so wrong in him indulging himself a little. You were a treat to the eyes and he absolutely lived for the wet dreams he had about you. Each more revolting then the last.

Once you finally came to your room and shut the door behind Shigaraki. You walk towards the nearest area away from Shigaraki to change.

You turn your back to him lifting up your shirt when you hear heavy panting. Once your shirt was over your head you turn around and see Shigaraki drooling and panting at the sight of your half naked body. His tail wagging in excitement.

“You know what you dog? Get over here.” You said to Shigaraki as your demeaning words got his cock twitching. He shuffled towards you, his crimson eyes peering through yours.

“Turn around.” He did as he was told once again. His hands were put close together and before he realized what was happening his hands had be bound behind him.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” He pouted before yelping as you pushed him into the ground.

You place your hand on his face, pushing it into the floor before your grab his tail with the other hand. Hearing him take a sharp inhale gave you all that you needed to know.

“Oh? Little creep likes having his tail rubbed eh? Your so disgusting Shigaraki, getting off to girls things since you can’t handle talking to one?” You laugh as whimpers can be heard from underneath you. Your hand rubbing the base of where is tail is, just above his pants waistline. Shigaraki lets out huffs of air letting out these moans of pure euphoria as the simulation was to much for him to handle.

“Look at you, pathetic. Getting off to your tail being rubbed? Such a dirty creep deserve nothing more then this. Scratch that, creeps like you deserve no stimulation at all.” You stop your ministrations leaving Shiggy to sob out pleas for you to continue. He turned to lay on his back, rubbing his back on the ground in hope to help the itch on his tail.

“Did i say you could turn around you dog?” You scold him as you deliver a quick slap to his face. Then another before you wrap your hands around his throat feeling the scars that adorned his neck. Pushing against his neck as you degraded him made Shiggy wrack a sob from his throat as salty tears ran down his face.

“Give me one good reason on why i should pleasure your disgusting ass.” You said to him as his half lidded eyes focused on you.

“I’ll never watch you shower again! I’ll never steal your clothes again just please!” He weeped as you grabbed him by the hair and dragged him towards your bed post here you tied his already bound hands too.

You go towards your dresser where you pull out a vibrating cock ring. You had gotten it for your ex some time ago but you guys broke up before you could use it.

“W-what is that?!” Shigaraki screeched as you unbuttoned his pants letting his dick spring out.

“Wow your so disgusting you can’t even bother to wear underwear? How many times how you creamed you pants today huh? Your such a pathetic loser.” You slid the cock ring on him and turned on the vibration when it reached the base of his dick.

Not even a second after hot ropes of cum came out from shigaraki’s cock, covering your face and exposed chest.

“Revolting, i bet you have dreams about this don’t you? Cumming all over me?” All you were met with was whines and pleas as his cock was overstimulated from his previous orgasm.

“Take is off! Too much!!” He shook around in a attempt to get it off. His tail wagging the entire time showing his pleasure from the pain.

“Im going to teach you what happens to filthy perverts like you.” You got up once more to get the rest of your toys that you kept. Vibrating nipple clamps along with a bullet vibrator, and a ball gag. You turn around toys in hand and saw Shigaraki’s eye widen in embarrassment.

You smile wickledly as you set down the toys beside him, before grabbing his face. You grabbed the gag and proceeded to tie it around his face, already choking on it. Lifting his shirt up you look up at him and grab the nipple clamps placing them on both nipple and turning it on causing him to jump and whine even more then he already was.

The last thing was the vibrator. You moved behind him and grabbed his ass picking him up a bit so you can shimmy his pants down, which were now at his knees. You turn on the vibrator spitting on it to use as lube before shoving it into Shigaraki’s ass.

Letting out a distress chirp he violently shook as every part of him was soon giving him all sorts of pleasure he couldn’t take.

“Well looks like the little dog here finally learned how to shut the fuck up.” Grabbing his ears violently as you scratched his ears making him arch his back and his tail hit the floor repeatedly. Looking down you saw his dick twitch, his end comings soon

“Listen here pervert, every time you cum im gonna make you drink it. Understood?” His cheeks flushed from embarrassment and euphoria have tears streaming down it. Drool coming down from his chin.

“Also don’t expect to see me stick around here. I’ve got important things to do, so for know you’ll just stay here until you learned your lesson.” You got up from your post from behind him and walked towards the door. You opened it and looked back and Shigaraki who’s ears were pressed back praying for you to come back and touch him with your soft fingers.

~~~

You had been gone for about two hours now. You mind wandering back to Shigaraki as you stepped into the hideouts door.

“I loved shopping with you Toga, but my feet hurt im going to take a little nap for a bit.” You smile at her and walk back to your room where you heard sobs. You open it and boy was it a sight to see,

There was Shigaraki trembling barely conscious as every toy you placed on him still at their settings. Cum and your sure some piss covered his body and the floor around him, Many orgasms have token place while you were gone. His cock still standing proud. You laugh at the pathetic man in front of you as you close and lock the door behind you.

“Look at you! Covered in cum and piss. Such a revolting creature.” You laugh as you take off your clothes and walk towards him.

His tail which was once twitching, now tapping on the ground again once more once he saw what laid beneath your clothes.

“Since your here might as well use you as my personal fuck toy.” You sat down and slowly slid down on his cock. His eyes letting out more tears as he felt your brutal pace against his cock.

His cock was too sensitive to the point it hurt. All the time he was endured to your suffering made him a submissive little bitch who could only think of sex and how much pleasured he received from you.

“Look at you, does it hurt? Knowing im using you for my own selfish desires? Such a gross little incel who thinks he’s tough shit when he’s only a bitch.” You rip the gag from his mouth and watch as wave of drool connected to it.

“Look me in the eyes you NEET and tell me what your feeling.”

“....” His silence was evident on what you did. You put so much time into teasing him that you sexually broke your little dog boss.

“Who owns this disgusting body?”

“...” Slap right across the face after he refused to answer.

“Answer me now or the punishments will only get worse.”

“Y-you d-d-do.” His voice comes out strained as his eyes shuttered shut. His orgasms keeping him awake as passed out from all the things that took place that day

“I’m not afraid even to use your pathetic body while your sleeping you pervert.” You degraded him for the last time before he closed his eyes.

#mha tomura #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #tomura x you #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #Shigaraki #tomura smut #shigaraki smut #mha #bnha

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 5 years ago

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Belong To Daddy ~ Im Jaebeom

WARNINGS: Smut, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Voyeurism, Slight Yandere, Corruption.

I was expecting Daddy to be home any minute to help me out, and who I thought was Daddy, ended up being Mark...Daddy is gonna be so pissed.

A/N: ah yes, I wrote this a while ago but haven’t been able to post it because I’ve been trying to focus on my Promise You story but of course, I have writer’s block. Anyways, as usual I am tagging @yanderejb because I love them and they are gonna get tagged in every Jb fic I post whether they like it or not >:)

I kept clenching my thighs together to get some type of friction from the arousal I felt. I held the phone to my ear as I called Jaebeom, I knew he was on his way home but I needed something to get me through the next several minutes until he got home. ”Yes Kitten?” I heard from the other end of the line, ”Daddy, ” I whimpered as I rubbed my thighs against each other. ”What's the matter Kitten?” ”I’ve been a good girl, right?” I asked in a small voice. I heard him chuckle lightly ”You’ve been so good lately, I'm so proud of you, ” he began, ”What do you need Kitten?” ”Can I please touch myself, I promise I won't cum until you get here, I just need some relief” I begged softly.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke ”Okay Kitten, you can touch yourself, but do not cum until I get there. I'm the only one that's allowed to make you cum, ” he said sternly. ”Of course Daddy! I promise!” ”I’ll be home in a few minutes baby, ” he said to me before he hung up. I put my phone down and quickly slipped my clothes off, I roll onto my side then spread my legs and begin to rub my clit. Soft moans left my mouth and I kept my eyes closed as I tried to imagine Jaebeom being there and being the one touching me, wishing he would get home sooner, then suddenly I felt the bed dip behind me and a mouth attack my neck.

The lips felt strange but I didn't think too much of it because it had to be Jaebeom, he grabbed my hand and replaced it with his, his hands felt different too, and although it didn't stop the moans that were pouring out of me, it still didn't feel right. He pushed two fingers into me and I let out a whine ”Daddy...” ”That’s right baby, let Daddy know how good he's making you feel, ” a voice that wasn't Jaebeom’s said against my neck. I immediately widened my eyes and tense up after turning my head and seeing Mark. ”What’s the matter, baby? I'm making you feel good aren't I?” he smirked and started fingering me faster.

I let out a moan on accident and tried stopping him ”Mark, what the fuck?! I thought you were Jaebeom!” I shouted as I started pushing him away from me. He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed my chin, ”You need to watch your fucking mouth, little one, ” he said harshly. I grabbed his hand and pushed it roughly away from my face ”Jaebeom is gonna home any minute now, ” I threatened which made him laugh, ”So?” he pushed me back onto the bed and hovered over me, ”Maybe I should start fucking you and show you how better I am than him, ” he said. My eyes widen as he started to unbuckle his pants, but he was pulled off of me be he could even get his pants down, I look up and see Jaebeom fuming as he held Mark by his shirt.

I took the opportunity and grabbed Jaebeom’s shirt that I was wearing previously and quickly slipped it on, hugging my legs as I watched everything happen. ”Trying to fuck my Kitten? Like fucking hell you will, ” Jaebeom yelled and threw Mark against the wall, then drawing back and punching him a couple of times. Mark had sunk to the floor in pain and Jaebeom grabbed the rope he had in his closet, it happened to be the same rope he used on Jackson when Jackson tried this same stunt. Jaebeom pulled Mark up and threw him into the chair we had in our room, he tied him up and made sure he couldn't get free

. ”I swear to God. First Jackson, now you? Which friend is next to try and pull this shit?” he muttered darkly. Mark sat there limp in the chair as Jaebeom came over to me, I looked up and quickly moved to the edge of the bed, I threw my arms around him and buried my head in his chest ”Daddy, I'm sorry! I thought he was you, he was behind me when he started touching me!” I explained quickly to Jaebeom. Jaebeom’s eyes went even darker, he was seething with rage. ”He touched you?” Jaebeom asked. I looked up at him and saw he was staring at Mark, the look in his eyes alone could kill him, Mark cowered in fear and tried to apologize ”I’m so-” ”I don't want to hear it!” Jaebeom shouted ”How dare you even think about touching my Kitten, ” he said as he turned back to me and caressed my face.

Mark scoffed and quietly mumbled ”Well she liked me touching her, ” Jaebeom turned to go after him but I grabbed him and pulled him back towards me. ”Daddy, he's just trying to get a rise out of you!” I said trying to calm him down. ”You know only you can make me feel good, only you can make me cum.” I softly grab his face and turn it towards mine ”Besides, I wouldn't even want him, he's weak, he wouldn't know how to take care of me, ” I began ”I mean, just look at him Daddy, he's cowering because he's scared of you, he's not a real man, ” I tell him. He glances at Mark and smirks, ”Maybe you should show him what real man is, ” I suggested.

He looks back at me and grips my ass before slapping it, ”Go to the middle of the bed, Kitten, ” he ordered as he undid his tie. I crawled to the middle of the bed and sat, Jaebeom unbuttoned his shirt then also moved onto the bed, he got behind me and pulled me against his chest. He began kissing my neck, I melted into him and rubbed my thighs together, seeing this he immediately forced my legs apart, so now everything was on display for Mark. Mark lightly groaned at the sight, his jaw slack as he saw how wet I was. Jaebeom looked at him and chuckled, ”I know, the of sight of her is so...Captivating.” he turned my head towards his as he finished, then kissed me with hunger.

His hand touched my core and he groaned as he pulled back from the kiss, ”Oh Kitten, you’re so ready for me, aren't you?” I frantically nodded which made him slap my thigh, ”Use your words, Kitten.” he growled into my ear, ”Y-Yes, Daddy, ” I whimpered. He rubbed my folds then pushed two fingers into me, I let out a mewl as he pumped his finger in and out of me, curling them so he hit my g spot each time. His head dropped to my neck again and started to mark me, so everyone knew who I belonged to. ”D-Daddy, I'm so close, ” I whine out as I feel my stomach tighten. His pace gets faster and his thumb begins to rub my clit, ”Let go, Kitten, ” he commands.

My hand reaches behind his neck and my other grabs the bedsheets as I come undone on his fingers, Mark licks his lips as he watches the arousal leak out of me. Jaebeom pulls his fingers out then brings them to his lips, he begins to suck on them and his eyes roll back as he savors the dew I left on them. ”Her taste is so sweet, I would taste her all day if I could.” Mark shifted in his seat, choking back moans as he tried to conceal his boner. Jaebeom had such an evil smirk displayed on his face, kissing my neck once more, he motioned for to go on all fours, still facing Mark. I arched my back so my ass was in the air and the rest of my body was laying on the bed.

Jaebeom pushed his pants down and lined up with my entrance, ”Such a good Kitten, ” he praised as he gripped my hips and pushed into me. I let out a soft moan and he let me adjust to him for a second before he started to slam into me over and over again. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him, ”I think you know what to say to little Markie over there, ” he growled into my ear. I nodded and tried choking down my moans, I look Mark in the eye and begin ”Jaebeom is m-my Daddy, only he c-can be my Daddy, ” Jaebeom’s thrusts got faster, ”Only D-Daddy can make me feel this way, I only belong to him, ” I cry out.

My stomach tightened and I whine to Jaebeom, ”Daddy, I'm close, ” his hand goes to my throat, ”Cum for me, Kitten.” I whimper as I release around his dick, his grip gets tighter and he let's go right after me and drops his head onto my shoulder, moaning out and biting down. He let's go of my neck and pulls out, I collapse onto the bed, panting as Jaebeom gets dressed. Mark’s eyes stayed locked onto my worn out figure, Jaebeom walks over to me and pets my head, ”Kitten, you get some rest, I'll be back to play some more. But first Mark and I are going to have a talk about touching what's mine, ” he says while glaring at Mark, making him gulp. I nod and give him a kiss before slipping his shirt back on and lay on his side of the bed, the last thing I see before closing my eyes was Mark getting dragged out of the room

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thiccpettybitch · 3 years ago

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Made For Loving You Baby

Here is my Porter Gage/Fem! Sole Survivor Fic. If im gonna be honest this is one of (if not THE) fic i am most proud of? It just kinda...worked out so well atleast so far lol. So here is chapter one, if you wanna read the rest you know what to do! AO3

(like always most if not all of my stories are 18+ everything from sexual content to gore, murder blood and everything inbetween, if you’re not comfy with it i’d suggest you stay away. If you are more interested in what the tags are click the link above)

’’What. The. Fuck’’

’’Boss?! Ya’ mind knocking?!’’

‘’Not if it’s my own fucking quarters’’

‘’Right, Shit, I’m sorry Boss’’

‘’Boss? You taking orders from some kid now Gage?’’

‘’It ain’t like that’’

‘’The fuck you just say?’’

‘’Woah! Boss relax she didn’t mean nothing by it’’

‘’The hell I didn’t’’

‘’Take your chem whore and get the fuck out Gage!’’

‘’Jealous bitch?’’

‘’Jenni don’t-‘’

‘’You know what? Just fucking stay. I’m outta here’’

‘’Boss wait! Fuck…’’

Gage scrambled for his pants and almost tripped over his own feet as he tried his best to pull them up and walk at the same time.

‘’Gage what the hell? You’re just gonna leave me here?!’’

‘’J- just grab your shit n’ meet me at the bar. I gotta fix this’’

It took what felt like an eternity before the damn elevator finally arrived and he was able to get in it. She was already half through the park, he knew it. He had seen how fast she could storm off if she was pissed off enough and this time she was just about ready to kill someone… more than usual that is.

His heart was pumping wildly in his chest and for the first time since all that bullshit with Connor he was scared. Sure Colter had been fucking crazy when he got pissed off, killing and hurting anyone or anything that got in his way but things were different with-

It hit him like a fucking brick wall, he didn’t know what to call her besides Boss, he never even took the fucking time to ask something as simple as that and now she was mad as hell roaming either Nuka World or heading back to the commonwealth. He couldn’t let her turn out like Colter but have her just skip out wasn’t an option either, he had to find her – fast.

The elevator stopped and he rushed out half running hoping that she’d end up just standing outside having a smoke or bashing some Disciples head in for staring at her ass. His gut twisted when she was nowhere to be found, he had to figure out just where the hell she would have gone and that was fast.

‘’Hey Gage’’

Gage – startled to all hell – turned around to see Savoy lighting a cigarette and blowing out smoke towards the sky.

‘’Savoy’’

Gage greeted, it wasn’t a secret that the Boss wasn’t a fan of the Disciples (considering the fact that she could be quite brutal and had a…thing for knifes and blades) it was a bit of a surprise. What was even more surprising though was the fact that she got rather well along with Savoy – to put it simply Gage didn’t like it. He never knew what was going on inside that guys head and trying to read it from his expression was a waste of time even when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous mask.

‘’You lookin’ for OB?’’

‘’Yeah, you seen her?’’

He took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke away from Gages face like he was considering if he should tell him or not.

‘’Yeah, I saw her. She was heading towards that old gas station, pissed as hell too. What did you do?’’

Gage wanted to snap at him for just assuming it was him but seeing as it actually was he just sighed.

‘’Brought a guest up to her quarters, got a bit. . . carried away’’

Savoy snorted and choked on some smoke.

‘’Yeah, if I caught you in my bed with your pants around your ankles I’d be mad too, would probably just kill you though so you might want to look out’’

‘’Yeah well she ain’t some blood thirsty savage’’

‘’If you say so. You better hurry up before she actually decides to go after you’’

‘’Ya, thanks for the help.’’

Gage stopped in front of the old Red Rocket station his hand hovering in front of the door, he had to give her props she knew what she was doing. The entire station had been secured with Turrets and a huge fence surrounding the entire station. She had built a foundation on the roof and another floor with a bedroom and more. Although the three gangs had helped build the place it was hers and they knew not to invade her privacy.

Gage didn’t know what to expect, last person who just barged in had ended up with a broken arm and pissed himself when she had pulled out her blade. And she hadn’t even been mad at the time just asserting her dominance. At least that’s what Mason had called it.

She wasn’t ever mean to Gage if anything she was nicer to him than anyone else, he saw her as a friend sure but was often reminded that no matter age or height she was the Over Boss and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was just never mean or hostile towards him.

‘’Fuck it’’

He mumbled and slid the door open, he waited a second to see if she would have been there to greet him with a knee to the gut but she was nowhere to be found. He closed the door behind him and headed for the upstairs ‘’bedroom’’ and sure enough she was sitting at her desk staring at a cigarette box.

‘’Hey Boss… You okay?’’

No answer.

‘’You worried me there, thought ya’ might have just skipped out on us – headed back to the commonwealth’’

No answer.

‘’Shit… Boss I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t hav-‘’

‘’You could do better’’

Gage was taken a back and had to convince himself he had actually just heard her say that.

‘’Ain’t like I’m planning on settling down with her or anything we were just fucking’’

‘’In my bed.’’

‘’Now come on Boss, how many times I gotta tell ya’ I’m sorry?’’

He sighed and sat down on a couch in front of the bed. How she managed to get such a clean mattress he’d never know.

‘’What’s this all about Boss?’’

‘’You fucking in my bed’’

‘’I ain’t talking about that! How come you ain’t yelling at me, throwing shit hell I’ve seen you snap at people for just staring at ya’ for too long’’

‘’Your point?’’

‘’Where is the anger? Why is it never directed towards me?’’

She went quiet again reaching for the box of cigarettes and pulling one out, she placed it in between her lips and turned to him. Gage couldn’t help but chuckle she never brought her own lighter. He got up and walked up to her flipping out his lighter and placing it in front of her.

‘’Would you believe me if I said I respect you?’’

‘’No’’

He grinned and she just rolled her eyes taking a drag from the stick in between her lips.

‘’What If I told you I can relate to you’’

She held up the box and he pulled out his own cigarette lighting it and taking a drag himself.

‘’How so?’’

‘’A lot of ways. I Hate being the center of attention, always has. Hate how easily i get attached… I trust people and they end up stabbing me in the back’’

‘’Ya, people don’t often deserve trust’’

‘’No I’m serious the bastard actually stabbed me before he ran out with a bag full of my caps and my finest Bourbon’’

He snorted and shook his head, he missed that one-sided smile she had.

‘’I trust you.’’

He stopped smiling and looked up at her, her tone had changed and she was staring at him now all amusement wiped off her face.

‘’I- uh… Trust ya’ too Boss-‘’

‘’Don’t- don’t say it unless you mean it Gage. I just wanted you to know that I know what it feels like, and that I really do trust you’’

She took a last drag before she put it out and exhaled the smoke through her nose.

‘’No need for an answer now or ever i-‘’

‘’I trust ya’ Boss. I really do’’

She looked him in the eyes again and smiled, her eyes looking strangely beautiful in the dim light.

‘’Now can we be done with all this emotional shit?’’

Gage laughed nervously, truth be told he did find her beautiful, her eyes her hair her skin, everything. He remembers the time he had to help her clean a gash on her cheek and he got to slide his thumb over her cheek.

God damn if that wasn’t the smoothest skin he’d ever felt under his fingers, he was no stranger to women or the way their skin felt under his touch but never had he felt such warm and smooth skin. Weird as hell that he was even thinking about this shit.

‘’Gage how fucking long has it been for you’’

‘’I- What?’’

‘’You can’t sit quietly for a few minutes before you’re all flustered’’

‘’I ain’t thinking about fuckin’ Boss!’’

‘’Mhm… You should get back to that lovely old lady before she runs off’’

‘’I only paid for an hour anyways’’

‘’Jesus H Christ Gage you paid for her old ass?!’’

He groaned loudly with a look of defeat across his face, yup she was back to normal.

#fallout #fallout 4 #porter gage #Companion #sole survivor #female sole survivor #fanfic #ao3

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sugarbutterbroadway · 4 years ago

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King Of Manhattan

A/n Since newsies has been living rent free in my head and keeping me up at all hours of the night take the Sprace fic.

He knew this day was coming, it was inevitable. He knew one of these days Jack wouldn’t be there to lead, he knew he got far too comfy in his position as Jack’s second, he knew and he knew and he knew. But it still came to him as a shock when Jack pulled him from his gambling and asked if they could take a walk. So here they were, walking, and talking. Well, Jack was talking. Race’s mind was going a mile a minute. My time is up kid, the boys is yours now, make me proud. The sentence was simple enough,straight to the point, it was very Jack. But that didn’t stop his stomach from sinking. These boys is mine now, it was playing in his brain on a loop.

“J-Jack I can’t-”He stammered, his heart thumped against his chest.

“Yes you can”Jack said, “You’s my second for a reason Race, these boys need you”

These boys need me. He felt his heart thumping in his ears, how was his heart in his ears?

“Race”Jack said, or did he even say that? It felt like he was underwater. “Race!”

He tried to speak, but that posed a new issue. He couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t he breathe? Without a second glance he turned and took off. He could hear Jack calling him and maybe he ran too but all Race could focus on was getting the hell out of there. His brain switched off and the only thoughts going were Jack's words.

My time is up kid

The boys is yours now

Make me proud

These boys need you

He was a coward, god he was a coward. He could never show his face in Manhattan again without getting soaked but he just can’t. He knew and he knew and he knew but he didn’t know he was so short on time. He didn’t know the first thing about being a leader, that was all Jack and Davey. He barely knew how to be a second, he just knew that he had a good right hook and was the only one besides Davey who was allowed to get mouthy without getting popped. He knew how to flirt and to sell his papes and to gamble, but what about the little ones? He didn’t have a responsible bone in his body! What if someone got sick on his watch? What if one of his boys got soaked? Good god what if one of them died? No he couldn’t, not again, he’d take a swim with weighted shoes before that happened--He was cut short by his face meeting a brick wall and a weight against his back.

“Oh Spot’s gonna ‘ave a lota fun with this one”

Spot? He was in Brooklyn?

“Should we soak ‘im?”

“Nah, let's wait for what boss’ gotta say”

“But I wanna soak ‘im!”

“Keep it togetha shorty, you know how boss feels ‘bout soakin’ random people

“But I-”

“It’s bout past your bedtime anyways, you wan’ me to tell ‘im bout that too?” Race could almost feel the shift in their tone. Reminded him of when he got into his ma’s bag of sugar as a kid, oh this little brat was in for a scolding. He heard a huff from shorty—if that was even their name—and a chuckle from the older person. Shame flooded him, it was getting late. He should be with his littles tucking them into bed, not runnin like a coward. He was spun around quickly and met with wide eyes. He had half a mind to brace himself for a soakin but all they did was stare.

“You’s Spot’s boy, yeah?”They said. His face flushed and he nodded hesitantly. Sure they were closer than your average pals but being labeled as Spot’s boy made his stomach flip. The boy laughed and dusted off Race’s chest, still a little hard because the blonde had to bite back a wince.

��You see”He said facing towards the little girl, “This is why we don’ soak random people. Boy Spot woulda had my rear for sure” he turned back to Race and tipped off his hat, his hair was black but a white tuft stuck out towards the front. “The names Blanco, this is shorty.”

“A pleasure”Race said carefully. “It was great to meet you’s but I should be-”

“Nah you’s not goin nowhere”Blanco said, “Spot would really kick my as-rear if he heard you was in Brooklyn and didn’t stop by. It’s late anyways, you was lucky bumpin into us but not all of us take too kindly to Manhattan boys, Spots or not”

Blanco had a point. If he was going to be the new leader that meant he got to do what he wanted, right? One night out without being on Jack’s radar wouldn’t kill him, it was exciting even. He nodded and gestured for them to lead the way. Blanco smirked and put his cap back on, Shorty’s hand in his.

“Glad we agree”

The walk to their lodging was long, he mustn't have been that far across the bridge. Or maybe his legs were ready to give out because he was exhausted. His heart had finally stopped beating so hard and all he wanted to do was sleep for a few days. Blanco must’ve noticed because he walked slower.

“I’d carry you but littles come first”He shrugged. Shorty had tapped out a while ago and was fast asleep on Blanco’s back. Race nodded and bit back a smile, they were kinda cute.

“She yer sister?”He asked. Blanco let out a loud laugh and shook his head.

“By blood? Nah. this girls’ blonder than them theatre gals with the powdery wigs. By principle? Yeah, all these littles ones is my brothers and sisters. Not sure how you’s all do it in Manhattan but we’s family here in Brooklyn”He said. Race wanted to snap back that they were family in Manhattan, just...not like this. Sure they covered each others asses and made sure everyone who needed to eat did but this...this was different.

“We’s family in Manhattan”He said quietly, “You just look like you’s love her or somethin”

Blanco gave him a strange look, “I do love her, don’t you’s love each other in Manhattan?”

Race cringed and focused his gaze on the ground, he wasn’t sure if he really loved anyone. He loved his Ma when she was here, and his Pa and his sister, but that had been a long time ago. You didn’t do things out of love, you did them because they were right. It would be terrible to leave them poor boys starvin or cold. He didn’t realize the boy was waiting for an answer until he cleared his throat.

“I dunno”He said in the same tone. It was silent for a bit as they walked, but he couldn’t help himself. “How do you know you’s love someone?”

“Well”Blanco said, sparing a glance at Shorty. “You’s love someone when you’d do anything for them,when you want to make sure they’s safe and they’s eatin. But there’s different kinds of love too, I don’t love my beau the same way I’s love Shorty”

Race nodded slowly, he could understand that. Blanco continued. “I’d do anything for both of them, in a heartbeat. But my Beau and I hold hands and go see the races, Shorty and I play tag in the park and I’s make sure she does her take home work. It’s different but similar, ya know?”

He nodded again, things needed to change in Manhattan. He wanted what Brooklyn had, his boys deserved it. Sure they were friends but they can be closer than that, they could be family. When he got home he’d tell Jack everything about it. He tried to stifle a yawn but failed miserably.

“We’s almost there kid”Blanco said, it made Race feel warm when he said it.

“How old’re you Blanco?”he slurred.

“ ‘m almost nineteen kid”He said. Race’s eyes popped out of his skull.

“Lies!”He exclaimed, “Ain’t no one sellin past eighteen, Jack said so!”

“If ya look young, no one can tell”He said with a wink. “Ain’t no one rat me out yet, ima keep sellin until I can afford me a place”

“That’s insanity”Race said in awe.

“It works”He shrugged, “You looks like you fourteen, and i’m hoping you’re not cause then Spot and I would need to have a long talk-”

“Alright keep yer pants on, i’m sixteen!”He snapped. “I don’ look that young”

“Lookin young ain’t bad, it sells”He said.

“Why’re you telling me this?”Race asked.

“Why would I hide it?”He said. He wanted to answer but as the lodging house came into view all his mind could think of was Love. Spot. Bed. and he was off like a rocket. He heard Blanco laugh but he didn’t care as he rapped his knuckles on the door. He continued doing so until it was thrown open. His chest pounded as the smaller boy looked up at him with murder in his eyes.

“Surprise?”He said weakly.

“You’s gotta lot of explainin to do Racetrack”Spot said, his voice was gravely and his eyes were still partially shut. “And you better not be here alone, or i’m soakin-”

“We’s home”Blanco said, possibly saving Race from the worst scolding of his life.

“You had ‘im?”Spot asked.

“Found ‘im at the bridge, Shorty almost soaked ‘im ‘til we realized he was your boy”

Spot grunted and kicked the back of Blanco’s leg as he walked inside, “He’s not my boy. Go put Shorty to bed and get in one yerself before you’s sleepin on the roof tonight”

“Aye aye boss”He said. He sent a wink Race’s way and carried the sleeping girl up the stairs.

“Spot-”

“What the hell ‘re you doin in Brooklyn?”Spot demanded, “It’s almost midnight. If i wake up to Jack’s ugly mug busting down my door ima-”

“Jacks stepping down”He said quickly, he balled his fists up to keep them from shaking. “A-and I’s his second so that means…”

“I see”Spot said, his voice deceivingly calm. “So he told you and you ran.”

“Yeah”He breathed, Spot always made things easier to say.

“That was a bad move Higgins”Spot said clicking his teeth, “you know how he gets when one of his boys is missing”

“I...I..”He felt that familiar tightness in his throat but this time his eyes burned in tandem. His knees buckled underneath him and soon he was looking up at Spot through blurry eyes. He felt horrible.

“Race…”Spot sighed.

“He’s gonna soak me good when i get back”He sniffled, “He’s gonna soak me a-and realize what a shitty second I am and how much of a coward I am and that I can’t even take care of myself and how am i gonna keep these boys alive!-”

“Racetrack”Spot snapped. Race looked up at him and felt like crying harder.

“And now i’m just here cryin like a loser”He said. Spot pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Get up”Spot said.

“But-”

“Race get up or i’m carryin you. You want me to carry you?”Spot asked. It was supposed to be a threat but Race couldn’t help but nod, he was so tired.

“You’s gonna be the death of me”Spot mumbled. With a surprising amount of ease he was hoisted over Spot’s shoulders and carried up the stairs. They passed the two dorm rooms and Race made a noise of confusion.

“You’ll see”Spot hummed. They went up a shorter flight of stairs and stopped before a room Race had never seen before. Spot twisted the knob and walked inside locking it. It even had a lock, fancy. Race felt his back hit a springy bed and the world was suddenly upside down as his legs folded towards his chest.

“Did you just throw me?”He chuckled.

“Yes I did”Spot said matter of factly. “Now tell me who I’s gotta soak”

“What?”He asked, tilting his head. Spot let out a sigh of annoyance.

“Who’s been callin you all that shit”Spot said impatiently, “let me know so I can soak ‘em”

“No one!”he said quickly, “but Spotty, no one’s gotta say it for it to be true”

“Racetrack Higgins you are so fucking dense”Spot snapped. He muttered an apology but Race was still tense. Spot only spoke all proper like when he was pissed.

“I mean you’s probably right, but ‘m not followin”He said slowly. Spot took a seat on the bed and ran a hand over his face.

“It’s just-you-ah!”Spot exclaimed, but he was laughing.

“Makin me nervous Spotty”he said, eying him weirdly.

“You are not a shitty second”Spot said instead. “Jack ain’t gonna soak you and do you realize how good you are to those boys?”

“Um...no”He said carefully. Spot rolled his eyes and shifted his legs so he was facing Race.

“You’s worried about taking over when Kelly leaves, right?”Spot said. He nodded.

“You got nothing to worry about, Race”Spot said. “Them boys adore you. You’s gonna lead ‘em just fine”

“No”He said shaking his head, “You don’ get it”

“Then make me get it.”Spot said, a fire blazed beneath his sleepy eyes. “We got all night”

“You need to sleep”He said instead, “You look dead”

“I’ll sleep when I get it”Spot said. “You may be the king of poker but I’m the king of arguing”

“And Brooklyn”He said half heartedly.

“And Brooklyn”Spot said with a little grin. “But come on Race, we ain’t never kept secrets”

“Yeah, about what dames we was kissin”He scoffed. Spot raised a brow and gently grabbed his hand.

“You kissin other dames?”

“You callin yourself a dame?”

“If the shoe fits”Spot shrugged, “Answer the question”

“No I ain’t kissin other dames!”He exclaimed, he was lucky Spot couldn’t see his cheeks redden in the darkness.

“Good”Spot said, and there he went again with that unreadable face. It was going to send Race into an early grave.

“Good?”He echoed.

“Good”Spot said, “But seriously Race, let me know what’s going on”

“Spot-”

“Race.”He said and squeezed his hand.

“Fine”He said. “It’s just…’m not Jack, ya know? I can’t make them boys listen or rile them up like he can, I can’t give ‘em words of wisdom like Davey...It feels like I'm not good for nothin. Like all I do is waste my days away gamblin or sellin or hidin here, feels like all I can do is make ‘em laugh and then once they’s done they forget about me. I ain’t important”

“You’re right”Spot said after a few beats, “You ain’t Jack or Davey” Race felt his heart shatter. “But that don’t mean you ain’t just as good. Jack ain’t always rational, he riles them boys up without a plan, and sometimes Davey talks too much an scares ‘em. They may be good at what they do but it don’t mean they ain’t got faults just like the rest of us.”

“I mean sure”He said, “But what’s that got to do with me? I’m useless”

“Don’t say that”Spot said immediately.

“Wh-”

“Antonio for the love of god promise me you will never say that about yourself again”

“I-I promise—Spot what the hell!”his chin was tilted down roughly so him and Spot were eye to eye.

“You are not useless”Spot spat. “If you could see yourself the way I see you you’d have an ego the size of New York! Racer you are one of the best things to happen to those boys, you’re gonna make Manhattan better! You’re way too kind for your own good and you’re smart as hell so never ever say you’re useless”

“I don know what to say Spotty”he said quietly.

“I know you’s scared Race”Spot continued. “And being scared is a good thing, if you’s scared to fuck things up then there’s a good chance you won’t. It means you care enough about your boys and you want the best for them, I know you’s gonna do good by them.”

“I don wanna do it alone”He said finally.

“You won’t have to”Spot said, “You already know if you ask Albert to be your second he’d say yes in a heartbeat”

“I know”He said, “Just...just forget I said anything, goodnight”He rolled over on the twin sized bed and faced the wall. His head felt clearer but his heart still felt heavy.

“You got Brooklyn in your corner too,”Spot said suddenly. “We ain’t abandoning you just cause the strike is done”

“Your kids don’t even like Manhattan, give it a rest”He scoffed.

“My kids answer to me”Spot said, “And what I say goes. You got Brooklyn, end of discussion”

And there was that famous Racetrack temper rearing its head. “W-well maybe I don’t want all of Brooklyn!”

“We’s one of the biggest boroughs, of course you do!”

“Well maybe I just want you!”He exclaimed. He clamped a hand over his mouth. Maybe he should’ve just gotten soaked and sent home earlier. He waited for Spot to say something, anything. But he was just met with silence.

“Spot I’m sor-”

“No”Spot said shaking his head.

“I should’ve said anything-”

“No Racer”Spot said firmly, “Just...just gimme a second, you know I ain’t good with words”

“Okay”he said quietly.

“I um...oh my god”Spot said with a slight chuckle, “You snuck up on me Racetrack”

“ ‘m not following again, am I getting soaked or not?”He said. Spot waved him off. “I ain’t gonna hit you Race”

“Okay great”He sighed, “Then what the hell does that mean?”

“You just..I never planned on no one like you.”Spot said, shaking his head, “I had my whole future planned out, marry a dame, work in a factory, have a few kids. Girls are nice I guess, but they ain’t you”

“Do...do you love me?”He said innocently.

“Hell Race, I don’t know!”Spot exclaimed, “maybe?”

“When Blanco called me your boy you denied it”He said, “I don’t get it Spot”

“I didn’t know if that’s what you wanted”Spot said honestly. “I ain’t gonna force you to be with me”

“I want to”He said, “I wanna be your boy”

“Yeah?”Spot said in a shaky tone.

“Yeah”He said, pulling Spot so his back hit the bed, “We can do what Blanco and his Beau does. We can hold hands and see the races...and kiss and stuff”

“We already kiss and stuff,”Spot said, raising a brow.

“Yeah but now that you’re mine it’ll be better”He said, “I thought I knew what love was before I met you...now it’s...it’s so different”

“Do you love me Racetrack?”Spot said, shifting so his head was against Race’s chest.

“I think I do”He said softly, “Blanco said you’d do anything for the people you love and Spotty I’d...I just...you make me wanna be better, for myself and for our boys”

“You make me wanna stop bein so damn angry all the time”Spot said, “Seein you just makes me wanna slow down for a bit, take my time”

“I wanna kiss you”He said, running a finger through Spots hair. “Wanna make you feel how much I love you”

“We got plenty of time for that, we gotta get some sleep”

They sat in silence, Race combing through Spots hair as the sound of the city went on below. He was almost sure the smaller boy had fallen asleep before he felt a tap at his chest.

“Race?”

“Mm spotty?”

“I ain’t good with feelings either, but i’m fuckin gone for you.”

“I love you too, Spots. Honest”

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Spot woke before the circulation bell started to ring. The sun had barely made its way into the sky, but he had to get Race back to Manhattan. He just wanted to sit there and take in the sight before him. The boy-his boys, blonde curls were all awry and his lips were parted as he slept soundly. They had a late night, he had half a mind to just let Race sleep it off, but the thought of Jack showing up here kicked his ass into motion. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Race’s forehead, and another one to his cheeks.

“Sweetheart”He whispered, he blushed as the words left his mouth. He never thought of himself as the sappy type, it was weird. He peppered a few more kisses across the boys face before he started to stir. One blue eye peeked open and then another, Race was smiling before he knew what hit him.

“Good morning my angel”He whispered, combing his fingers through Race’s hair. “You ready to be king of Manhattan?”

“ ‘m your angel?”Race said in a sleepy voice.

“Yeah”he said with a grin, “Yeah you are”

“You’re a sap”

“Shut up”He said flicking Race’s skull “get up, we gotta get you back to Manhattan”

“No”Race whined and clung to Spots undershirt, “wanna stay here with you, just got you to myself…”

Spot's chest felt a little funny when he said that and he tried his best to shake it off, “Sweetheart, Jacks gonna worry…”

“Don care”Race mumbled, “Wanna spend today with you, love you…”

He bit back a squeak and quickly rubbed at his eyes. Maybe it was because he was fully awake but fuck did he love the way that sounded coming out of Race’s mouth.

“Oh you’re dangerous”He said under his breath.

“Come lay down”Race said, “We can cuddle-”

“Race”He warned. “And kiss-”

“Race, please-”he begged.

“I’ll even do that thing you like when I-”

“Alright alright”he said quickly. “Don’t gotta be evil about it”

“I win”Race said happily and wrapped his body around Spots once again. He let out a content sigh when Spots hand found his hair and scratched at his scalp.

“You’re a housecat”He said.

“I thought I was your angel”Race said with a yawn.

“That too”He said, “Get some more sleep, today’s about you and me”

Race nodded and Spot soon found out he slept like the dead. If he couldn’t feel him breathing he’d assumed Race had straight up died. He continued stroking the blonde’s curls and found himself unable to do anything but stare.

“No I never planned on no one like you”He sighed, “But you’re gonna be the death of me Antonio”

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thirsty-x1 · 5 years ago

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Five Is Better Than None | Hyung Line

Request(s):

I don't know if this is too much or over the edge or something, but I have been having this is in mind for a while and I would love if someone actually wrote it 😳 So I was wondering, if I could request a smut with all from the hyung line? Where they invited Y/N aka their best friend over for a little chill hang out at one of their places and they play truth or dare where it gets a heated and yeah ... they fuck. That's it THAT'S IT, im sorry if it's a little too much! Thanks in advance tho! 💕

Can you write something about being gangbanged by X1’s hyungline?

I am a-ok with multiple members! Worry not! I’ve been meaning to write about all of them together because, I mean, please yes

↬ Pairing: hyung line x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut

↬ Warnings: explicit language, mention of alcohol, multiple members, masturbation, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, double penetration, unprotected sex.

↬ Word Count: 2.1k

↬ Author’s Note: The gif doesn’t suit at all but it was the only with all of Hyung Line in it lmao.

You were walking around, lost in your own thoughts when someone called you. Turning around to try and find the voice, you encounter with a smiley Seungyoun running towards you. He gave you a short hug before talking to you again.

“Long time no see!” As he greeted you, Wooseok and Seungwoo came into sight.

“Yeah, it has been a few weeks. Where were you going?” Seeing the three of them hanging out, maybe there was some kind of big event.

“Oh, we were just going to have a meet up with Yohan and Hangyul.” Wooseok signaled the bag he was holding, the alcohol bottles in it clinking.

“Do you want to come with us?” Seungwoo’s voice was soft and gentle as he invited you.

“Oh no, it’s something between you–”

Before you could even finish, Seungyoun was already putting his arm around your shoulders and making you walk their way. It’s not like there was anything more important you had to do... Well, there was nothing to do, really, so maybe spending time with them wasn’t a bad idea. You had met Yohan and Hangyul first and then slowly ended up becoming friends with the rest of the group, your relationship with them being close since they all were quite extroverted and open when it came to meeting new people.

As you got in and left your bag on one of the chairs, Hangyul and Yohan popped up to say hi. It wasn’t long until all of you were sitting in the floor, it being more comfortable when there was too many people, drinking and eating what the guys had bought earlier. Seungyoun suggested playing truth or dare, everyone choosing dare most of the times, them being usual stuff like doing the dishes, cleaning the apartment, paying for food or drinks, asking for pizza, all quite regular stuff.

“Truth or dare?” Yohan asked, the bottle deciding it was your turn.

“Truth.”

“Would you kiss any of us right now?” Hangyul’s question took you by surprise.

“Yes.” It seems that your quick response caused the same effect on them.

“Wait, really? Who?” Seungwoo looked curious all of a sudden, and you shook your head laughing.

“Just one question per turn! You cheaters~” They all sighed but continued the game.

“Fine, fine, Wooseok, truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously.”

“Kiss the prettiest girl in the room in the lips, and notice I said girl and not person because lets face it, I would smoke all of you.” Seungyoun tried to lighten up the atmosphere with some bad acting, but you still tensed up and Wooseok too, but just for a second.

He got closer to you, silently asking for permission which you granted before softly pressing his lips on yours. It was just a dare anyway and it was the usual thing to happen, so there was nothing else to it, besides you were all friends so it was fine, right? However, the ephemeral contact made your heart flutter and you didn’t get to enjoy it, everything finishing way too fast. The bottle spun again and landed on Yohan.

“I choose truth.”

“Have you ever fantasized with any of us?” Hangyul was having fun making all the awkward questions, it even seemed as if there was an implicit pact between him and Seungyoun to do so. Yohan looked at you for a few seconds before a blush spread on his cheeks.

“W-Well... Yes?” You laughed at his shyness before getting attacked by the same question again. Since truth had turn out to be slightly strange...

“Guess I’ll have to go with dare.”

“Make out with one of us, it’s up to you who you want it to be.” This time Seungyoun spoke and it was your turn to blush. “We are all fine with it, so, go ahead.”

Even if it was a game, you felt nervous. Who would be the best choice? What if any of them felt hurt? It probably wasn’t that deep, but still. All of them were staring at you, waiting for your decision, all of them except Seungwoo. Right, he was the best choice: he was the oldest, mature enough to not take it seriously... You crawled until being right in front of him, his eyes suddenly looking up, giving you a soft smile before letting you sit on his lap, wasting no time. You thought the kiss was going to be sweet and slow, just like the side he always showed you, but instead it turned out to be greedy and passionate, the temperature raising between you two before he pressed you down on him, his hard on making you let out a sigh.

You felt someone sneaking behind you, whispering in your ear the question again, your focus wavering at the feeling of another pair of hands on your waist, muttering a slight ‘truth’.

“Would you let all of us fuck you?” A whimper escaped your lips, not even trying to concentrate on who asked before you nodded, not finding a good reason to lie since the thought had crossed your mind more than once.

That was all they needed. Seungyoun lifted you up and turned you around, your back now being against Seungwoo’s chest and your lips being attacked by Hangyul whilst Yohan roamed your body with his hands. You could feel long fingers rub your core over your clothes, the touch making you jolt before realizing that it belonged to Seungwoo.

“You seem to be quite greedy for this.” You turned your head towards the voice, finding Wooseok palming himself over his pants as he looked down on you. As you were about to answer, the fingers between your legs slipped under your clothes, causing you to throw your head back.

“She is getting wet already...” The boy behind you attached his lips to your neck as he started fingering you slowly.

Yohan gave a slight tug to the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off, doing the same with your bra, the five of them letting out heavy grunts at the sight of your breasts. Two mouths started licking, sucking and biting them softly, Seungwoo’s fingers being too distracting for you to be able to focus on anything else. You felt a strong grip in your hair, opening your eyes to meet with Hangyul’s cock, his order being clear enough. You sucked on his tip, hearing a hiss that encouraged you to engulf his whole length, Wooseok hand coming to the back of your head to push you further down until you gagged, the younger bucking his hips instinctively before pulling out, just like the fingers that were inside you.

Seungyoun came closer, sucking on the juices you had left on Seungwoo’s hand, the view making you whine before he took off your bottoms, leaving you completely naked to all of their hungry eyes. He laid you down on the floor, your back arching at both the cold surface and at him going down on you, not even asking before licking a stripe up your folds, humming at your taste. Your moans filled the room along with the noise of them stroking their cocks, your hands flying to Seungyoun’s hair as he sucked on your clit, your orgasm approaching and dissolving as he detached his mouth from you. There was no time for complaining as he gently pulled you up and made you straddle Yohan’s face who was laying in the floor next to you, his tongue wasting no time in tasting you as Seungwoo took place in your mouth, the precum spreading on your taste buds. Seungyoun and Wooseok grabbed your hands, making you stroke their hard members, your hands gripping them tightly whenever Seungwoo touched the back of your throat, Yohan slipped his tongue inside of you or Hangyul pinched your nipples.

Again, your orgasm was near and all the contact faded away immediately before the eldest picked you up as if you weighed nothing at took you to the room, placing your body on the bed, your cries making him smirk. Soon they were all surrounding you but without touching you.

“Who do you want to take first, baby?” Hangyul was the first to talk. You couldn’t care less, you just wanted any of them to fill you up once and for all.

“Wooseok.” He would let you cum, you were almost sure of it, even if it was just to brag about it to the rest.

As he placed behind you, indicating you to put in all fours, Seungyoun brought Yohan right in front of you, his red face matching his red tip.

“Yohanie has confessed that he always fantasized about you sucking him off, will you make it come true?” The tone he was using was soft yet demanding at the same time, a proud smile on his face as you nodded.

You slid your tongue on the underside of his shaft, Yohan trembling at the feeling, your lips closing around his head before bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. The rest were watching you intently, making you feel even more aroused, Wooseok rubbing his cock on your slit before entering you roughly, causing you to choke around Yohan. His thrusts were short and quick, your orgasm building up in seconds, and just how you had predicted, he let you cum, his hand stimulating your clit fast. Yohan fucked your mouth before letting out a small whimper, pulling out and cumming on your face and chest, his eyes opening wide as he tried to apologize. Your scream cut him off as Wooseok buried deep within you, painting your walls and unleashing your high. As he got out of you, his semen dripped down your legs, the sight being enough for Seungwoo to come up, lay down and grabbing your hips, impaling you with his cock all of a sudden, the overstimulation making you cry.

“Can you take me in this pretty hole, slut?” Hangyul picked up some of Wooseok’s cum and spread it on your asshole before slipping a finger inside, a hard spank falling on your ass cheek. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes, yes, please.” He seemed pleased with your reply, sliding another finger inside you and stretching you out as Seungwoo lazily bucked into you.

After a few minutes, you felt his tip pressing against your unoccupied hole, the stretch burning slightly, Seungwoo caressing your back as if to encourage you, until both were deep inside of you. Hangyul waited a bit for you to get used to it, drawing small circles on your back before you nodded and he moved along with the older, the sensation making you feel as if you were about to break.

“So fucking tight... How long have you been dreaming of this, huh?” It surprised you that Seungwoo was the one talking, his voice low. “You love to have all of us just for you.”

“Fuck, she just clenched so much.” Hangyul gripped your hair and yanked it, pressing your back against his chest, giving Seungwoo the best eye candy ever: your neck and chest filled with hickeys, Yohan’s cum dripping down your breasts and stomach, his cock coming in and out as you moved your hips to fuck yourself. “Such a needy whore...”

With a grunt, he came, staying still for a second before pulling out, spreading your cheeks open to see his cum dripping into Seungwoo’s cock. It wasn’t long until there was a new weight on the bed, soft arms holding you tightly, the scent being easily recognizable.

“I want to fuck your cunt sweetheart, will you let me and Seungwoo both ruin you?” Seungyoun’s words made it impossible for you to resist, plus your second orgasm was close enough to drive you crazy. As you nodded, he kissed your shoulder, his length joining Seungwoo’s. “Such a good girl for me, taking two cocks in this pussy so well...”

The praising mixed with the dirty words had you melting, both fucking you quickly, stretching you to no avail, Seungwoo being the first to cum with a choked out moan, getting overstimulated by you tightening on him and Seungyoun thrusting against him, his hand coming to rub your clit, both cumming at the same time.

You hadn’t noticed that the rest of the boys had already dressed themselves up again and they were all prepared to take care of you, towels in hand to clean you and a new set of clothes, the contrast between their actions before and now making you laugh. A few minutes later, you were all in the living room again, watching a movie as if nothing had happened. Wooseok accompanied you to the door as you were about to go.

“We should meet up more often, there are more things we can try.” The suggestive promise in his words was subtle enough for you to take it any way you wanted.

“I might take you up on that... Five is better than none.”

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but a hot one at least. Finished abruptly because I didn’t want it to be too unrealistic??? Might edit it in the future tho. Also did y’all notice I always end up the shots with the title sjsjsj sO oRiGiNaL

~Nani

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dilf-manifester · 4 years ago

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60 for the ask thing ;));););)))

wow :smirk: thank u for the ask

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? wine glasses 😌✨they make me feel fancy yk how it is

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? lollipops ✨dunno why im like this but here i am ig

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum bcs?? have yall tried the hello kitty grape bubblegum??? that shit slaps

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? as was with every gay person “a pleasure to have in class”

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? cans bcs then i can crush it with my hands and flex on everyone else

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? goth and formal bcs uhh yeah

7. earbuds or headphones? earbuds 🤧i dont like the fact that people can hear ur music with headphones

8. movies or tv shows? uHHH i’d have to say tv shows 😩i can pay more attention to shorter episodes yk

9. favorite smell in the summer? the mix of humid summer air and those mosquito candles

10. game you were best at in p.e.? bro im gay did u actually think i would be good at pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? i don’t 🥰thanks for asking!

12. name of your favorite playlist? either songs for when the drip or fuck i got blood on my nice white shirt

13. lanyard or key ring? keyrings r better dont @ me

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? black licorice cats 😳😳they’re so good like holy shit

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? the bell jar 😔👉👈its one of my favorite books to this day

16. most comfortable position to sit in? on the floor or with my legs hanging over the arm of the chair

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? leopard print slip ons 🙈🙈they’re so comfortable i stg

18. ideal weather? snowy so i can just sit inside with the fireplace going and do some writing

19. sleeping position? uHHHH idk what to call it but i think the closest thing is fetal position 😭

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? honestly whatever scrap of paper is closest 😭im not picky

21. obsession from childhood? dinosaurs. that’s it that’s the post.

22. role model? i have a few but markiplier (cringe ik) and john green r my main ones🤧🤧🤧i just look up to them a lot yk

23. strange habits? i always have to knock on a door 5 times before entering and okay that might seem excessive but as it turns out idc

24. favorite crystal? malachite or tiger’s eye 😳

25. first song you remember hearing? brown sugar by the rolling stones 😭my mom used to have sticky fingers on vinyl so she used to play it constantly

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim even tho i am AWFUL at it

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? play in the snow or just sit inside with the fire going bcs im literally 5 years old mentally

28. five songs to describe you? she’s out of her mind by blink 182, goddamn by never loved, do what you want by ok go, impressive depressive by bad luck, and true romance by she wants revenge

29. best way to bond with you? just talk to me straight up or send me music recs pls

30. places that you find sacred? cemeteries and abandoned schools. they have a rlly specific vibe to them ngl

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? uhhh so its rlly just my docs, black jeans, a mesh type undershirt and whatever top shirt i pull out of my drawer

32. top five favorite vines? is that a police??? im calling the weed❗❗, stAHp i could’ve dropped my croissant, that one where the alien’s walking on the treadmill, summer solstice summer summer solstice, and zach stop

33. most used phrase in your phone? ‘omfg what the fuck’ bcs for some reason thats my automatic response to anything

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? whatever the fuck the ad for the 2001 buick lesabre was

35. average time you fall asleep? like uHHH 12:15 am 🤧

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? doge 😭😭idk why i remember it so vividly but my sister showed me the orignal doge meme and i thought it was the funniest shit

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase 🤧they make me feel cool

38. lemonade or tea? both 🙈i’m an arnold palmer kinda mf

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie 🤧banger dessert methinks

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? a fence caught on fire in front of the science rooms bcs someone was smoking weed on the roof and threw their blunt on the dead bushes and everything went downhill from there

41. last person you texted? my grandma asking her if she could pick up some tomatoes from vons 🧍‍♂️

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? JACKET POCKETS SUPREMACY❗❗❗

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? ngl i wear all of those but i gotta go with the hoodie 🤧🤧

44. favorite scent for soap? lavender or vanilla rose😌✨

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? sci-fi bcs uhh yea fuck it thats why

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? just an oversized shirt that’s it that’s the post

47. favorite type of cheese? swiss or havarti and you can fight me on that

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? pineapple 😌😌😌

49. what saying or quote do you live by? ‘fuck’ -markiplier 2021

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=553CfZAADag i swear the first time i saw that i laughed so hard i thought i was gonna die

51. current stresses? everything; next question

52. favorite font? comic sans bcs im 8 years old

53. what is the current state of your hands? smoov and v well taken care of

54. what did you learn from your first job? capitalism is the root of all evil and that traditional working is outdated also raise the minimum wage

55. favorite fairy tale? vasilii the beggar 🤧🤧idk if anyone else knows it but its always been one of my favorites

56. favorite tradition? every year during rosh hashanah we go over to my uncle and tia’s house and i absolutely kick ass at mariokart bcs all my cousins suck at itn also lighting the hannukiah (hanukkah menorah)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? low self esteem, anxiety over literally everything, and an inferiority complex (now replaced with a fucking god complex bcs there’s no inbetween for me)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i can play like a bunch of instruments, im rlly good at writing, i’m good at building things and doing things with my hands, and i can identify what song’s playing rlly fast if i know it🤧

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? motherfucker or son of a bitch 😊😊😊

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? slice of life like bro just please give me a break

#finally after several hours #i've done it #i finished this post

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outerspacesecrets-sanderssidesau · 5 years ago

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Outer Space Secrets Part 2

Summary: Logan and Virgil are helped to escape the alien ship

TW: arguing, shrinking, panic attack, crying, u!patton

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?/?/2020 ??:??

Logan woke up abruptly, the glass next to him was being rapidly hit by Virgil, who seemed to be in the middle of a panic attack, his state was enough to wake Logan up completely “Virgil, hey Virge, I need you to breath okay?” He said, resting his hand on the glass “You remember the pattern?” Virgil nodded and Logan started to count for him, his boyfriend followed and slowly managed to calm down “V what happened?”

Virgil took some other deep breaths before answering “I-I... I t-think I’m s-shrinking...”

Logan was surprised, he clearly wasn’t expecting that “What? Virgil but that-“

“R-remember how y-yesterday I looked s-shorter?” He asked, interrupting Logan and continued when his boyfriend nodded “I w-woke up and...” he sniffed and cleaned some of his remaining tears, before extending his arm, his hoodie had always been a bit larger, enough to cover half of Virgil’s hand, but now, there was a part of the sleeve that dangled past his hand, way too larger than before “T-The sleeve is not the only thing, all my clothing seems to be l-larger... I s-started to panic after I realized”

Logan looked up and down his boyfriend’s body, his pants did look larger and his clothes baggier, but it was hard to see it while he was sitting “do you think you can stand?”

Virgil nodded and slowly stood up, leaning in the glass for extra support, he looked up at Logan, who stood up way faster than Virgil did, looked up, he had to look up at his boyfriend, who was usually shorter than him, Virgil felt his anxiety rising once more, he almost fell to the floor, leaning on the glass to keep him up instead.

“Virgil” Logan kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “Listen to me, please, I know this is scary, but you are not alone in this, I’m here with you, we’ll figure out whatever that’s happening here and whatever that’s happening to you, and we will fix it, I promise”

Virgil opened his eyes and looked at Logan between tears, forcing a small smile out “I-If I knew I w-was going t-to be stuck in an a-alien ship with someone, I’m glad it’s you Lo...” they looked at each other for a couple of seconds, Virgil raised an eyebrow once he noticed something strange “your... your ears”

“My ears? What are you talking about?” Virgil stood up properly and Logan did the same.

“They are... they are pointy” Logan grabbed his ears between his fingers, feeling them and confirming what Virgil said, they were no longer rounded, and just then, the lights turned on, and the little people walked into the room once more.

10/28/2019 02:33 pm

“Hey babe” said Virgil as he hugged Logan from behind while he looked for his stuff on his locker “ready to go home?”

Logan smiled as he stored some books on his backpacks “In a sec Virge”

“Sure, keep ignoring me skyscraper” said Jane closing her locker.

“Keep? Can I know what happened on your last class?” Logan asked, it hadn’t been long since Jane arrived, but her and Virgil had a great chemistry, platonically of course, they acted like they were friends since childhood, almost like siblings, sure, most of their relationship was Virgil teasing Jane with her height, since Virgil was really tall and she was really short, he constantly picked Jane up and they called each other several nicknames that Logan didn’t know where they were getting them from, because they had a new one every day.

“The midget here committed a crime” said Virgil, startling Logan for a second.

“The only thing I did was say I don’t really like Halloween”

Virgil gasped dramatically “I can’t believe I trusted such a monster”

Logan rolled his eyes “Stop being dramatic, I didn’t like Halloween when we started dating”

“And I changed that” he looked at Jane “if you only let me-“

“No, I’m not going to dress up for Halloween”

Virgil groaned and leaned on Logan, looking as he was about to throw a tantrum “Lo! Do something!”

“Virgil you are acting like a child, there is no reason for us to force Jane into liking something”

“Thank you Logan”

Virgil stood up properly and crossed his arms “Fine, but you’ve not been forgiven, I’ll get you back for this betrayal”

"Oh I'm so sc-!" Before she could finish, Virgil grabbed her legs and picked her up, carrying her on his shoulder and started to run out of the school "Virgil! Let me go!" She screamed and struggled on his grip.

Logan huffed and rolled his eyes, closing his locker to follow the other two, Virgil had stopped running but was now spinning slowly still carrying Jane “Curse you for being so tall!” She screamed as she struggled.

Virgil smirked and Logan stopped him before he could return the comment “V, put her down”

Virgil made an exaggerated sad face “But L, I’m having fun” Logan just gave him a dad look, or a listen to your boyfriend one “fine” he stopped spinning and left Jane in the floor.

“Thanks Lo” she said “now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home, see you tomorrow” she said and started to walk away.

11/28/2019 06:36 pm

Thanksgiving day, on a conversation days prior Jane had let slipped that she didn’t have anyone to spend it with, and now thre she was, at Logan’s front yard, debating with herself whether she rang the bell or she went back home alone, both Logan and Virgil spent thanksgiving with the other’s family, switching every year, and they had invited her, was she really that proud to just walk away and disappoint them?

Jane took a deep breath and walked forward a couple of steps, just to return to her previous spot shortly after, she was already here, she had taken the bus to Logan’s hometown and was literally in front of his house, why was this so hard?

She sighed and took her phone, facing to the street while she looked for Logan’s number, Jane called him and waited until he answered.

“Salutations” he said.

“Hey Lo, I’m sorry but... I don’t think I can make it to your place”

There was silence for a bit, but Jane could hear mumbles on the other side of the phone, she was about to speak again when Logan interrupted “Falsehood, you’ve been in the front yard for approximately 20 minutes, we can see you from the window” Jane looked back, noticing two figures behind the curtains “Why don’t you come in?” she turned back to face the street, trying to think on something to say.

“Honestly? I don’t know” she sighed “I guess it’s been so long since I actually was in a family, that I prefer stepping back before ruining it”

“Jane... but V wai-“ some movement could be heard on the other side.

Apparently Virgil took the phone away from Logan “Hey you listen, you are our guest, and do you know how rude it’s to keep us waiting?”

“Virgil I-“

“No, I don’t want any excuse, you’re going to talk to me about being anxious? I almost fainted the first time I came to this house, I know your mind it’s going trough every possible negative outcome, but I want you to ignore them, turn around and walk into the house with us, I promise, there’s nothing you can do that would make us hate you, not now, not tomorrow, and never, you are our friend, and you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you on this day as much as everyone else”

Jane didn’t even realized when the tears started leaving her eyes, she turned around to see bot Logan and Virgil waiting in the doorway “So? What do you say thumbelina?”

She snorted at the nickname and hung up the call, walking towards her friends, stopping just in front of them “Im in bigbird” and with that, Virgil pulled her and Logan into a group hug.

12/31/2019 11:35 pm

Thanksgiving with Logan’s moms had actually went excellent, but it still surprised Jane when they invited her to a family dinner once more, this time for Christmas with Virgil’s parents, and that had been delightful as well, Virgil’s dad was an awesome cook and she really enjoyed being part of a family once more.

Virgil and Logan used to spend New Year’s eve by themselves, but this year, Roman decided to throw a party on his parent’s house, nothing huge, only close and not so close friends, but since Roman was very popular, that would mean a ton of people were going, and somehow, Jane was in that list.

So there she was, out in the balcony staring at the night sky, an almost empty plastic cup on her hand, minutes way from starting 2020, and despite everything that happened the last few months, it seemed old habits died hard.

It has become a tradition since years now, to wish upon the stars at the edge of a year that came and went, as if that would actually grant what she asked for, she reached into her dress, taking out a golden chain that had a ring stuck on it and held it thigh on her fist.

“Hey babe, I know it’s probably not that close to the new year where you are but, you know I’ve been doing this for a while, hoping to actually see you again on this new year” she huffed, trying to keep the tears from falling “I like to think it will work someday, that someday will be together again, and no one will separate us this time, you would love it here, my male best friends are dating, and people like us are accepted, our community is very strong, and if you were here, we wouldn’t have to hide anymore, we both would be what we want to be, I know that’s more important to you than what it is for me... so,” she sniffed, looking down at her ring for a moment before returning her sight to the stars “I once again wish, and I once again hope, and I’ll keep that promise I made you years ago” she raised her cup towards the moon “for the new year my love” and she drank the last bit of punch that was on it.

“Aww, homesick?” A voice said from behind, Jane took her cup away and turned around, Patton, just great “Why don’t you do us all a favor and go back then?”

“Very funny Pat, both of us know that I’m dead the second I step back there, but I bet you would love that” Jane started to walk into the party again, just to be stopped by a tug on her necklace.

Patton took the ring between his fingers, recognizing some of the materials used on it “I thought you hadn’t been able to snuck anything out, but why risking something as valuable as this by taking it with you?”

That was the drop that spilled the glass, Jane turned to Patton and snatched her ring out of his grasp “None. Of. Your. Damn. Business.” She looked up at him, and if looks could kill, Patton would have been dead so long ago.

“Ow, did I touch a nerve?” He said smirking.

“Ow, sweet Patton-cake want’s to talk about nerves? Because I know some that I could make you remember if you want”

“Jane” a third voce interrupted, Jane looked back at the door of the balcony and saw Logan standing there “Virgil wanted to know where you were, you know he gets a bit anxious at parties”

“Right, sorry, I just needed some fresh air”

Logan looked at who was next to her “Oh, salutations Patton, I was not aware you were in this party”

“Me neither” said both Patton and Jane at the same time, they really had to stop doing that.

One guy was walking around the room interrupted them, telling everyone to go back inside to start with the countdown “I guess we better go” said Jane as she walked with Logan back to the party, ready to start the new year.

01/08/2020 10:37 am

Logan and Virgil were making out in the steps, Logan sitting on Virgil’s lap with his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, something that was not unusual, was what unexpected, was the voice that suddenly interrupted them “ew get a room loving birds”

They pulled apart to see Jane, they knew she wasn’t bothered by the signs of affection they gave to each other, but that didn’t stop her from teasing “You’re just jealous because you’re lonely” and it didn’t stop Virgil from teasing back either.

“Don’t be so sure about that” she said sitting next to them.

Logan raised an eyebrow and climbed down of Virgil’s lap “Are you implying you do have a couple?”

Jane’s eyes went wide, she hadn’t really thought about it before saying it “I-I didn’t say that”

“Oh J you’re terrible at lying” Virgil laid on the step he was sitting in with his stomach facing down, a smirk on his face “so the smurf is not forever alone as I thought”

Jane looked away and crossed her arms blushing “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, thank you very much”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” asked Logan.

“I just thought it wasn’t relevant”

“Well, you’re not going to get away that easily not that we know, tell us more about them”

She looked back to her friends, them knowing didn’t hurt right? She just had to disguise the truth once more, she sighted and finally spoke “Her, she uses she/her, and she’s the most beautiful girl in the entire universe” Jane smiled, not even noticing it.

“ooooooh” said Virgil, clearly teasing his friend “what’s her name?”

Jane thought for a moment, the translation would be “Phoebe, tho she doesn’t have a last name”

“How come?” Asked Logan.

“She’s an orphan and never got adopted, we met in boarding school while I was on an exchange in Europe, she basically lives there and, since I came back, I don’t actually get to see her”

Logan and Virgil turned to see each other once they saw Jane’s smile dropping “Is there any chance that the reason you didn’t want to talk about her, was because it hurts being apart?” Asked Logan.

“Maybe, I see you two being happy together, and it’s not your fault but, I just... miss her a lot everyday”

Virgil sat and got closer to his friend “I can’t say I know how it feels, I can’t even imagine living apart from Logan, but we’re here to help you, to support you” he curled his arm around her neck and pulled her close “no matter what”

Jane smiled up at him “thanks...m-my dad wasn’t supportive at all when I came out, and as soon as he found out I had a girlfriend, he got me out of that school and I moved out as soon as I arrived here, but I had no way enough money to go with her, so I just got here, as far as I could from him, hoping that we can be together again one day”

Logan sat on the opposite side next to Jane, putting a hand on her shoulder, not being very good with physical affection “you will”

Jane turned to smile to him “Thanks again, for listening”

“No prob Bob” said Virgil, getting a small laugh out of Jane’s lips

01/17/2020 11:15 am

“Alright alright, you win, vampires do exist” said Jane, she was laying down on one of the steps, their usual spot to eat, Virgil was laying two steps under her playing with a rubber ball and Logan was sitting in the step between them next to them typing on his laptop.

“Are you saying it just to shut me up?” Asked Virgil.

“We’ve been discussing for half an hour of course I said it to shut you up” she smirked feeling Virgil’s glare “but your points do make sense”

Virgil sighed, figuring that was the best he was going to get to “alright, your turn”

Jane hummed, thinking for a moment “Mermaids”

“No” said Virgil.

“What? Why not?” She asked eating a cookie

“I just don’t think they exist, it’s not logical”

“Actually” said Logan, not looking up from his laptop “Approximately 80% of the ocean is unexplored territory, so we can not discard te possibility of mythical or strange creatures living on them”

Jane swallowed the cookie she was eating “Thanks Logan, and for you” she turned to see Virgil “Ha”

“Logan explained, so this win goes to him, so don’t be so happy about it” he threw the ball up again, waiting to catch it once it fell “Lo, your turn”

Logan looked up from his work “I thought I was not participating in this conversation”

“C’mon, you made Jane win so easily, give me something to debate about”

Logan sighed “You two just like to argue, but fine, aliens”

Jane tried not to choke on her food “Definitely” said Virgil “What do you think pigmy?”

“I-“ she could end it just agreeing, but for some reason she said “No”

“What? Are you serious?” Virgil sat and looked at her “Is the exact same as with the mermaids, literally the whole galaxy is unexplored territory! You can’t tell me they don’t exist”

Jane sat too, but avoided Virgil’s gaze “It’s not the same, we know that there are creatures that can live underwater, but not if there are creatures that can survive in space” she looked at Logan who looked like he was about to say something “without any equipment” said Jane, Logan closed his mouth and continued working.

“Why are you suddenly so skeptical? aside from the vampires you had agreed that everything else existed”

Jane shrugged and crossed her arms “I just think it’s not possible, the Earth is the only habitable planet that we know about, and if there is another one it would be mals and mals away from here, there’s not way of knowing”

“Mals?” Asked both Logan and Virgil.

“Miles” Jane corrected “I meant miles”

The bell sounded, Jane grabbed the envelope of her cookies and her backpack before standing up “We better get to class”

Virgil groaned “Fine, but we’re not done yet!”

“Yeah, yeah, see ya later aligator” she said as she walked to her class

2:32 pm.

Virgil ran towards Jane and Logan’s lockers “Guys!” He said excited “Guess what I just heard” he leaned in the locker next to Jane’s.

“Now what?” She asked

“This people in my class were talking this thing that appeared on the woods behind the school, and it’s supposed to be an alien ship”

Logan sigher and closed his locker “V, I know we were talking about it earlier, but assuming there is such thing as an alien ship around is a complete different thing”

“Just hear this, remember the blackout of a couple of days ago” he continued once the others nodded “What do you think that caused it? And, they were saying that their phones started glitching once they got close to one specific point, all of hose things can’t be just coincidence”

“But we still can’t assume there is a supernatural force behind all of it”

“That’s why we’re going to investigate”

“Wait what?” Asked Jane, who had remained silent until this moment.

Virgil nodded excited “we’ll be the first ones to see a real life ovni! And it’ll be a great chance to prove miss skeptical here, that I was right”

“It would certainly be interesting to analyze the anomalies that are happening” said Logan, thinking for a moment “alright, I’ll go with you”

Virgil smiled and turned to Jane “and you? You are not scared of being wrong right?”

Jane sighed “I am not” she said closing her locker “but I have a ton of homework, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it”

“We can inform you of the results once we come back” said Logan.

“Please, and make sure to take a picture of Virge’s face once you find nothing”

Virgil huffed “you wish” he grabbed Logan’s hand and started walking away

Jane hurried walking to her home, if there was really a ship around she would have been the first to know, there was something fishy about this, she didn’t know what, but it wasn’t good.

?/?/2020 ??:??

Based on how the small creatures worked, it has been another day since they realized Virgil was shrinking, the creatures mostly worked on their devices, and checked on Logan and Virgil from time to time, measuring Virgil’s height and using the small drone to inspect Logan.

By this time, Virgil was almost the hight of a kid, barely being eye level with his boyfriend’s waist, being closer to his hip, his shirt was like a dress for him now and his boots, socks and pants were forgotten on a corner of his enclosure.

Logan’s ears became longer and pointer, being identical to the creature’s ears, they made him take his shirt off at some point and he noticed some weird dark blue markings forming on his back and arms, but those were all his changes so far.

The lights of the room turned of, indicating the little people would soon leave them alone, the door closed once the were outside, Logan wondering once again why was the door almost six feet tall if they barely were one foot in height, not only that, but most of the devices that weren’t movil were very high up, he just let it aside as always and sat next to the clear wall that separated him from Virgil, their conversation being the usual, were they going to be able to get out someday?

After some time, they were both falling asleep when the door opened, a large figure, or at least large for what they were used to at this point but in reality was no bigger than five feet, got inside of the room with a flashlight in hand.

It had the same features as the small creatures, the ears, the antena, and even the mask, but it had splatters of different colors instead of being plain white, they looked at the couple for some seconds, the light starting to become annoying, but before any of them could speak, they turned to the different devices of the room, working rather quick, as if they were doing it as a secret.

Logan looked at Virgil, who seemed just as confused as him, he stood up and walked as close as he could, resting his hands on the glass “uh, hello? Who might you be?” Silence, no answer “could you answer some of our questions?” Again, silence, it seemed it was ignoring him “are you actually going to-“

A beep noise interrupted him, and he almost lost his balance, the wall in front of him had disappeared, he looked back, noticing the wall in front of Virgil’s enclosure was gone too, he didn’t think it twice and ran inside, kneeling and hugging his boyfriend tightly, who was now standing up and hugged back.

The creature grabbed Logan’s arms and pulled him, not really getting to move him, Logan pulled his arm away “What are you-“ they made a silence sign and then pointed at the open door.

“Call me crazy Lo, but I think they’re trying to help us” said Virgil.

Logan looked between the creature and the door “‘fine, we’ll come with you, lead the way” they nodded and started to walk out, Logan stood up and grabbed Virgil’s hand, and they both followed.

01/17/2020 5:27 pm

Nothing, Jane had been trying to find more about this ship that landed on Earth since she arrived from school with no result, she had been able to check that there actually was a ship in he first place, but it was blocked, there was no way to get into the system, a text message got her out of her thoughts, she grabbed her phone and opened her conversation with Virgil.

Tall ass 👿: we’re gonna get going to te woods, prepare to be ashamed when we find something.

🐭 Midget: ha! We’ll see about that

Jane left her phone aside, there wasn’t much she could do now that Logan and Virgil were going to be there, she just hoped nothing went wrong.

?/?/2020 ??:??

They followed the creature to what seemed like infinite halls, stopping from time to time to check there wasn’t anyone else around, they stopped suddenly and Logan noticed his boyfriend’s heavy breathing, he turned around and looked down at him “Are you alright Virge?” He whispered.

“I... I’m fine Lo, it’s just... it’s just hard to keep up since my legs are sh-shorter now”

Logan frowned and kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “You are clearly not fine starlight, I could carry you if you’re tired”

Virgil shook his head “I don’t want... you to carry me, I-I can do this”

“You are and I know it” he rubbed his back slowly “that’s why I apologize for doing this” in a quick movement, Logan grabbed Virgil and picked him up, carrying him like a child.

“Logan, put me down” he would have screamed at his boyfriend, but they couldn’t make that much noise.

“V, you said it yourself, you are slower now and leaving you to follow could be dangerous, what if someone sees you? This is an easier and quicker way to get out”

Virgil pouted and leaned on Logan’s chest “fine but you better let me down once we’re out”

Logan smirked “no promises”, the creature they were following made a sign and they moved once more, Virgil won’t admit it, but being in Logan’s arms was kind of nice.

01/17/2020 6:00 pm

“Virgil we’ve been walking for a long time, I hate to break it to you, nut it seems there’s nothing around” said Logan, following his boyfriends as they walked deeper into the woods.

“It has just been half an hour or so, we just have to keep going until we find something”

Logan rolled his eyes, they kept walking for ten minutes or so when the atmosphere changed abruptly, it became colder and almost tense, Virgil turned to see Logan, assuming he had feel it too because of his face, he got his phone out and tried to unlock it, but the screen started to glitch, turning on and off and changing without him touching it “ha! I told you thee was something, c’mon we must be close”

Virgil hurried his steps and Logan was trying to keep up, the vegetation around them became more and more dense as they walked, almost being hard to pass trough it, Virgil stopped, startling Logan, he raised an eyebrow and walked past him, stopping and watching in awe the construction in front of them.

A white half egg shaped construction with blue, purple, silver and golden details laid in front of them, it seemed like the other half was buried in the ground.

“I told you, you can’t tell me that’s not an alien ship” said Virgil.

“We can not jump into conclusions yet”

“Fine, I’ll prove it” he crouched down and started walking towards it.

“W-Wait no, Virgil come back” Logan groaned when his words were ignored and walked behind him.

?/?/2020 ??:??

A big silver door stood before them, the creature they were following stopped and Virgil and Logan saw as their antena started to shine, after some seconds the door opened and they offered they hand to Logan, after some hesitation he took it and they started running.

Virgil held Logan’s shirt as they ran away from the ship, his eyes were closed but he decided to open them, try to see where the creature was taking them, he looked at them, but instead of focusing on the forest, Virgil turned his attention to they arm, their wrist and what was tied around it to be exact, a dark blue and purple bracelet, Virgil looked around his neck and grabbed his bracelet, that was now tied around his neck do to his shrinking, not long ago Jane made friendship bracelets for the three of them, Virgil’s was pink and blue, Logan’s was purple and pink and Jane’s was blue and purple, and identical to the one the creature had.

Confused, Virgil tugged his boyfriend’s shirt getting their attention, Logan looked down at him “Is there something wrong?”

“Look at their bracelet” he said pointing to it.

Logan listened, noticing the similarity too and stopping, making the creature to stop along them, he pulled their wrist closer and took the bracelet between his fingers “How do you have this?” He asked, they pulled their arm away without answering and made a sign for them to keep walking, Logan shook his head “no, we are not going to go with you, sure you helped us escape, but you are one of them aren’t you? how are we supposed to trust you when you are not telling us anything or answering our questions? Why did you help us? Where are you taking us? How and why do you have our friend’s bracelet?”

There was silence for a moment until they sighed “promise not to freak out?”

“I don’t know if we could since those are the first words you say to us” said Virgil.

Logan looked down at him for a moment before looking back at the creature “If you’ll explain everything, we wont”

They hesitated for a moment “alright” they raised their hand towards their mask, some markings appeared on it, glowing in pink for a second, they grabbed it taking it off, revealing a way too familiar face, Jane.

Both humans were shocked, Logan took a step back without really thinking it as he looked at her, the same girl who they’ve been spending time with, talking with, laughing with stood there, but he could not stop looking at the parts of her body that related their friend with those aliens who kidnapped them, that showed Jane wasn’t human “y-you...”

“Listen Lo I-I understand this is hard to take in bu-“

“You’re one of them” said Virgil.

Jane looked away “I am” she looked back at the couple “but I have nothing to do with them anymore I swear, I didn’t know they were coming to Earth and I had no idea what they were doing to you two”

Logan took a step forward after hesitating “you... you have no intention of hurting us correct?”

“No! I-I would never, you’re my friends, and I promise I will explain everything, but we have to get to a safer place first”

Virgil and Logan looked at each other “we want all the truth” said Virgil.

Jane nodded “And I will give it to you, but you need to trust me, and come with me” she extender her hand for Logan to take it.

Logan looked between Jane and her hand “Just lead the way”

She lowered her hand but nodded, turned around and began walking, glancing back from time to time to make sure they were following, the next hours were not going to be any easy.

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"Its not gay if he's also you"

Owo (from spookyscaryslasers)

The King dragged his past self through the sewers, taking a tight hold on his arm and constantly looking behind them.

“Did we lose them?” The pre entity self said, looking worriedly over his shoulder. His encounter with those two women left him… shaken, to say at the least. Thankfully another one of his selves was there to save him, who now currently was guiding him through the dark stinky sewers not so nicely.

“Come on now! We are almost there!” The king insisted, never ceasing his iron grip on the poor man’s arm. “W-wait up! you’re hurting meeee” The pre entity Herman said, trying to catch up to the other him, one that was touched by the entity. He couldn’t help but still feel afraid, yes, he saved him but… he looked like a monster, the way all that gold covered his face didn’t make him look fancy or elegant, it made him terrifying, was he really going to become like him? Abruptly, the king stopped, making the other bump his head and nose against his back. Rubbing his nose, and slight tears on his eyes, he simply followed the other up a ladder, possibly leading to the surface. The King helped him to his feet, only to realise they were sill at some endless white void, filled with nothing, nothing but the whole leading to those strange sewers and the two Hermans.

“Where are we?” Asked Herman, tidying up his coat and glasses, he came out remarkably clean for being in a sewer. “Don’t worry, follow me, I know a place” the other Herman said as he walked with purpose towards something the other couldn’t seem to see. As they walked, pieces of something started to form, making Herman clean his glasses to make sure he was looking at things right. “Hah, you are really new, aren’t you? You’ve never explored the white void I bet, i mean, that’s why you are reacting like this, correct?” The herman simply swallowed and nodded, feeling nervous.

“Don’t ask me how any of this works, alright? I don’t know, and honestly? I don’t care.” The pieces came together forming some sort of house, a big one, and rather fancy. The king pulled out from his vest a key, and opened the main door, holding open the door for his more human self.

“Welcome” The king simply stated, as he removed his cape and jacket and hanged it on a perch, the other Herman followed, taking off his lab coat. The house was… Nice, really nice, very modern looking, tho a bit too fancy for his likes, it was obvious the king himself adorned this place, filling it with antiques and gold rimmed objects that definitely didn’t need to be. The King guided him to the living room, where with a strong electric shock, the king lit up the chimney, giving everything around it a cozy warm glow. “Come on now, take a seat! I don’t have servants yet but i’m working on it. Meanwhile let me bring you something to drink.” With that, the king left, leaving Herman confused and very lost. Why did the king bring him here? Was this his home? Why was he being so nice to him?? Soon, the king came back, holding a silver tray with two fancy china cups, both steaming with what smelled like coffee. “Don’t get used to this, out of the two, I am the king…. But, you’ve had a rough day, so, i’ll give you a break.” accepting the cup, Herman took a careful sip, only to find out the coffee was absolutely delicious, the king must have notices, because he laughed. “You like it I see! Good, you are a man of taste then, this blend is supposedly brought straight from Mexico! Oh of course, here everything seems to be some sort of… copy, but I can assure you, these taste exactly like the real thing!” Herman simply smiled, and enjoyed the drink as he looked over the flames. Well, as scary as he looked, his other self wasn’t so bad it seemed.

“Listen Herman,” the king said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence they had “There is… something, creating us, experimenting on us, using us.” The king looked serious for a moment, looking directly to the other herman, seeing how his glasses reflected the flames in front of them, “That’s why we need to help each other, this thing is obsessed with us, they already have one of us in captivity….” Herman simply listened, surprised by what the king was saying, putting down his finished coffee cup to pay better attention. “We cannot let that happen again, who knows what they want? And judging by those two women i saved you from… It seems they particularly like you. You need to be careful.” A sudden blush came to Herman´s face, fogging up his glasses, those two were rather aggressive on their… interest on himself, and he felt so unbelievably embarrassed by it. Cleaning his throat, he addressed the king trying to appear unfaces “Y-yes I- Uh, I mean, thank you, Herman, I’m glad you were there to help me. I’m still very confused by all of this, but i’m glad to know we can help each other…” With a smile The other Herman waved his hand “Ha, dont worry about it, and hey, i’d rather be called King, that way it will be easier for us to refer to each other, eh? I’m the King, you are Herman. Easy.”

“Now then, tomorrow we should see how we shall go on from here, but now? We should rest. Here, follow me.” With that, the King stood up and walked toward the main hall’s stairs, Herman close behind. “Wait! What if they find us here? Don’t misunderstand me, this place is lovely but… It looks so easy to break in to! Shouldn’t we block the doors and windows?” “Oh no, don’t you worry, my house may not look like a fortress, but trust me, i’ve already got security measures around here, the fanciest, priciest and most useful of all, after all, I don’t waste time with cheap useless things!” The king looked way too proud of himself by saying this, “My home wouldn’t look pretty with guards, cameras and obviously locked doors, wouldn’t it? Trust me, this place is rigged with alarms and other useful measures in case of a break in, if something happens, we will know.” Herman didn’t feel exactly calmer knowing this, but he had no time to argue as they entered one of the many rooms in the house.

The room was beautiful, a gorgeous king sized bed was in the middle, adorned with pillows and blankets that looked oh so soft and inviting, herman couldn’t help but approach it and rub his face over it, enjoying greatly their silky texture. On the other end of the room, the king opened another door, one that seemed to take you to a walk in closet and a bathroom. He took two items from it, and closed the door. “In here is my closet and bathroom. I made this place only thinking I would live in it with some servants, so, a room dignified of another Herman is not available right now, so, in the meantime, this will be our room. Here, you can wear this.” The king handed Herman a folded piece of fabric, wich, upon unfolding, revealed to be a long silk robe, adorned with an intricate pattern of flowers leaves and swirls. With it, an equally fancy pair tighty whities fell to the floor. A bit escandaliced, Herman yelled “Y-You expect m-mE TO WEAR THESE?” Unimpressed, the king stepped behind his dressing screen, allowing the other to see only his silhouette as hge undressed himself. “What, where you planning on sleeping on those filthy close of yours, right? Besides, we will be sharing a bed, and i don’t want you accidentally brushing against me with those sandpapers” The king stepped out of the screen, wearing a similar robe. Herman was still holding the robe, undies on the floor, red faced from the situation. “Well? What are you waiting for? You may use the screen or change in the bathroom, just hurry up so we can turn off the lights.” Swallowing hard, Herman complied, walking into the bathroom to have more privacy, the screen had allowed him to see a lot more than he hoped, adding to his embarrassment.

He usually prefered a tshirt and some long pants for pajamas, and these were simply a bit too revealing to him, another blush came to his face as he undressed and allowed the undies and silk robe to slide in his body. Dang, they felt nice, he couldn’t help but hug himself, enjoying their softness, but a call from the king snapped hi out of it, and as he tightly wrapped the robes around him, he stepped out, and went to the unused side of the bed. “Ah, good, we are the same size I see, i’m glad to know my good looks prevail even when you aren’t as rich as me.” If it was possible, Herman´s blush became even deeper, not used to such comments. The bed was even better than he expected it, the soft sheets, the soft yet firm mattress, and the pillows where so soft and fluffy, he couldn’t help to let out a happy sigh of relief upon laying on them. With a click, the king turned off the lights, and with that Herman took off his glasses, leaving them on the side table.

Each one rolled on his side’s, giving eachother their backs, both wanting some space in the bed. It didn’t take long for herman to notice that, even with the bed’s softness and comfiness, it was missing something, he remembered there were blankets when he first saw the bed, where where they now? feeling around with his feet, he had to dive into the covers to realize they were all neatly folded at the very end of the huge bed. The king must have folded them while he was changing… And he didn’t even seem bothered by coldness of the room, so he tried to generate his own body heat, rubbing his feet against the sheets and his hands over his arms as quietly as possible. But of course, the King noticed.

“Why are you wiggling around so much?!” The room was dark so he couldn’t see him, but he could tell he was annoyed. “S-sorry! It’s just that uhhh, you took all the blankets, and im kinda cold…” he looked where the king was supposed to be, and felt how he turned around to face him, and only his eyes, his red and golden eyes where visible through the darkness, having a glow of their own. They stared at each other for a second before the king interrupted “Oh! hahaha, silly me, i’m so sorry, I totally forgot, you haven’t been touched by the entity… You don’t have mechanical insides that generate heat like me… This might be a problem…” Surprised by that, Herman simply made a questioning sound, “You see, the bed gets unbearably warm when they are over me, so if we pull them over again, i might not be able to sleep from the heat… Hmmm” Both thought for a second, and Herman was the first one to talk. “Oh, well, maybe i should take some blankets and sleep on the couch? You left the chimney lit so-” “What?” the King interrupted, “No, no version of mine will be sleeping on a couch like a commoner… I have a better idea, come here.” Herman seated up, worried, “What? what do you mean come here? besides, it is no trouble i can just-” but the king fed up with him, simply dragged himself over his side, coaxing herman to lay down and get under coves again, after what seemed like a short fight, since herman wasn’t sure what his other self was trying to do, he ended up laying his head on the kings chest, with his arms wrapped around him. “See? Problem solved, I produce enough body heat for the both of us. come on now, you are me and im you, you should not be prude with yourself.” He simply stated, and closed his eyes to sleep again.

Meanwhile, Herman could not believe this, cuddling with his other self for heat? It was kinda humiliating and kinda inappropriate and kinda… nice. He was so worm, and he could hear the motor of his insides working as his ear was flush against his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could hear more than one motor of if he was hearing his uneven heartbeat too, but he had to admit, it was so soothing and relaxing. And honestly? he hated to admit it but, he felt so safe in the arms of his other, he couldn’t help but sadly smile and hug back. Was this super weird? Yes, and who knows, maybe he was the prude of his selves but right now, he was definitely enjoying himself. With a sigh, both quickly fell asleep, enjoying eachothers company.

----- -please---please could you forgive me? :”V - (( omg i lof this fic AAAHHHH

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gingerwritess · 6 years ago

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Y'all I am in need of some Loki fluff. Like, pure and unadulterated fluff and cuddles and just Loki and im s t a r v e d.

mama whipped this out way too quickly for you but um i thought this would be the cutest lil scene so here, a gift just for you

okay i adulterated it a lil and it got kinda smutty but it’s mostly fluff….sorry

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Someone forgot to close the blinds before falling asleep last night.

Well…kind of understandable. Maybe you’ll let it slide considering this is the first time you’ve ever woken up to find that “someone” lying naked right next to you, hogging the sheets to keep himself somewhat decent.

Shoving your head under the pillow isn’t doing the trick and sunlight is still pouring into the room, so you groggily sit up with a yawn—oh, ouch.

Are those muscles supposed to be sore?

It’s a good sore, you think, swinging your legs off the bed and curling your toes into the carpet under the bed as you search for some clothes. Behind you, Loki is still snoring softly, an arm already laid across your side of the bed awaiting your return.

Your side of the bed…woah.

In the frenzy of passion and whatever the hell else had taken you last night, your shirt ended up in the far corner of the room, so you reach for the nearest piece of discarded clothing: oh, perfect. Loki’s shirt.

You can’t help but bite your lip with a grin and spare a glance back at the god behind you. Should you wear it? To do so seems so… childish? Stereotypical? Cliché? But the shirt, a simple button up with the sleeves still rolled up to the elbows from Loki’s completely unnecessary but completely successful attempt at seducing you, just seems like the perfect thing to cover your bare body.

Maybe he’ll like waking up to the sight.

You track down some new underwear and slip the shirt over that without a second thought, bare feet padding across the room to close to blinds. Each step sends a new jolt of pleasant aches through your legs, not enough to hurt, but just enough to serve as a perfect reminder of the lines you and Loki had crossed the night before.

Though the sunlight is illuminating the room in an incredible golden warmth, you’re not quite ready for that at this too early hour, and Loki seems to be squinting in his sleep, so you close the blinds—just for a little while longer. You peek out the window while you’re there; it’s absolutely beautiful outside. Spring is on its way now that the rains have paused and the blankets of snow have melted away, leaving behind a stunning expanse of vivid green grass, the morning dew on each blade sparkling in the glaring sun—

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a more heavenly sight.”

You whirl around with a start at the gravelly sound of Loki’s voice, and sure enough, he’s woken up, propping himself up on his elbows as he stares at you with an easy half smile on his face.

“I—uh, sorry,” you whisper though there’s no reason to stay quiet. “I thought you were still—sorry, um, g’morning, Loki.”

Why do you feel so exposed? He’s staring at you and apparently doesn’t plan on stopping, and you don’t really know what to do anymore. You feel suddenly stupid for wearing his shirt; yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have done that after all, so you quickly shrug the shirt from your shoulders.

“No, no, no,” Loki sits up more fully, reaching out a hand to you. “Keep that on. Please.”

He’s sitting up against the headboard now and well, now you are staring. He still is completely unclothed, his stomach bare and too tempting, and he has the thin sheet covering his groin just barely—he moves to stand up and you gulp, for some reason not ready to see him completely exposed again.

You’re pretty sure you just need to sit down before that happens again.

“My shirt suits you, darling,” he grins and stands up, the sheet dropping away. You instinctively shoot your gaze to the ceiling and hold up a hand to block yourself from seeing anything. Stepping closer to you, Loki laughs deep in his throat and takes your outstretched hand, bringing it to his lips. “What do you think you’re doing? Aren’t we past that now?”

“S-sorry,” you mumble and force your gaze back to his face, trying not to melt under his adoring smile and how he runs his thumb along your hand. Words don’t seem to be working properly for you right now, unlike Loki’s strange ability to have himself completely composed and eloquent even having just woken up from such an extensive night.

It’s…kind of intimidating, if you’re being honest.

“So I’m nailing this whole ‘morning after’ thing, aren’t I?” You groan sarcastically and pull your hand from his grip, trudging back to the bed to flop down on it and pull a pillow over your face. “What do you even say to someone after…after that? ‘Thanks?’ ‘You were great?’"

Loki is just a little too perfect. You’ve known that the entire time you’ve been together, ever since you first kissed him. You’ve always known that you are, for lack of a better word, unworthy of his affection. So then why on earth had he just let you, some awkward little Midgardian, bed him? And why is he pretending to have enjoyed it?

You can hear him chuckling softly and feel the bed dip beside you as he resumes his place at your side, locking an arm tightly around your waist. Light floods your eyes once again when he pulls the pillow off you, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Thanks,” he whispers and you can feel him grinning. “You were great.”

“Shut up, Loki.” You keep your face squished into the mattress.

“What has my lover so troubled?” He trails his lips down the side of your neck, slipping his shirt from your shoulder to attend to the skin there, too. “You’ve bedded a god, darling. I don’t mean to sound self-righteous…” he pauses and moves back to kiss the spot on your neck he had discovered last night, the one that had made you practically melt in his arms, “…but you should feel exceptionally proud of yourself.”

“I should be proud of myself for getting in your pants?”

Loki laughs and runs his tongue over the gentle bite he just left on the curve of your neck. “That’s one way of putting it.”

You mull it over for a moment, your stomach twisting into knots at the careful attention Loki’s paying to your neck, then finally turn your head to look at him. “So you weren’t just faking it all night?”

His jaw drops with a shocked little laugh and he puts a hand to the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheek. “I would have thought this spoke for itself,” he gestures downwards with a grin and you bury your face in the mattress again.

“Come on, I’m being serious!”

“As am I!” He barrels into you then, pushing you onto your back and hovering over you in one fluid motion—you keep your eyes squeezed shut though, still not able to look him in the eye. “Why in all the nine realms would I have had to fake anything under your devilish touch?”

You open your eyes to glare at him and give him a good poke in the stomach. “God of lies.”

“And yet you never fail to bring out the truth in me.”

“Okay, Shakespeare, take it easy.”

Loki just grins and leans down to place a soft kiss on your pouting lips, and within seconds you can’t stop the blissful sigh that escapes your throat.

“What is it going to take for me to convince you?” He murmurs when he pulls away, adoring eyes searching your face, then he dips back down to steal another kiss. “I’m prepared to spend the entire day in bed until you believe me.”

Your arms wind themselves around his neck before you have a chance to stop them, holding him closer and keeping him against you, and you feel his lips curling into a proud smirk on your own. You kiss him until he darts his tongue out to try and begin round two, then plant your hands on his shoulders and shove him off of you. “A tempting offer, but I’m hungry. How about breakfast and we never talk about this again?”

He’s still scowling about being ripped from your lips, but his eyes darken when you mention breakfast and he starts actually crawling towards you, eyes narrowed and stalking you. “Breakfast, yes…”

You gulp.

“Consider me starved.” His fingers wrap around your ankle and he lifts your leg to rest over his shoulder, starting to plant heated kisses down the inside of your leg as you scramble breathlessly back against the headboard.

“L-Loki, I’m…I’m serious—”

“Shh. Just lay back and let me distract you for a moment.”

And does he ever. This time it’s all about you, and you can tell he’s trying to prove himself to you, convince you of his feelings, a sentiment you do greatly appreciate through the haze of pleasure he’s trapped you under.

“Have I convinced you yet?” He asks when you finally rip the pillow off your face that you had grabbed and bit down on when he pushed you over the edge, desperately trying to muffle your cries—but also partially to hide your face from the god between your knees.

“I’m—fuck—I’m still hungry for actual food,” you pant and throw the pillow at him, which he only swats out of the air with a laugh before it can hit his infuriatingly perfect face.

“Oh, fine.” He climbs off the bed and tugs on a pair of black boxers, walking to your side of the bed and holding out a hand to help you up. “To be continued.”

Thank god he gave you his hand, cause your still trembling legs nearly give out when you stand up and you fall against his side as your head spins. “Shit,” you groan and he laughs, steadying you with a hand on your waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Then I will ensure you die happy,” he promises with a chuckle and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway into the kitchen as you hurry to keep up.

Moments later you’re leaning against the kitchen counter staring at Loki over the rim of a bowl of cereal, his shirt on your body fluttering open in the gentle breeze coming from the window Loki had opened.

He is positively glowing, leaning on the sink across the tiny kitchen from you, blowing gently on the steaming cup of tea in his hands. You’ve never seen him looking so alive, so youthful and content as he does now, just drinking his tea in his underwear with a little bit of sleep left in his eyes, his lips a touch redder and plumper than usual—thanks to your relentless kisses, you proudly remind yourself.

And his hair…you smile into your bowl so he doesn’t see you almost laugh. For what you think is the first time since you’ve been together, it’s not perfect and silky and flowing majestically in the wind like some hair commercial. It’s still fucking gorgeous, of course, but right now it’s tousled, tangled, and curly, curlier than you’ve ever seen it.

It’s easily the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

There’s this one curl of hair that’s looped in on itself and is resting over his left temple, sticking out from his head and making you just want to run your hands through his hair again, smooth that little curl out—

“You’re staring, darling.”

You can’t help but give a sheepish laugh at being caught and point at his head. “Sex hair.”

He glances upwards as if trying to see it and laughs, running a hand through his hair—aw, there goes the little out of place curl. “I can only imagine how much of a mess I look right now.”

“Nuh uh, you’ve never looked better,” you assure him, finishing your cereal and walking over to put the empty bowl in the sink. Once you’re within his reach, Loki grabs you with an arm around your waist and pulls you into a one-armed hug against his chest, immediately attacking your neck with a million little kisses.

“Perhaps a shower, then?” He purrs as you double over laughing at the mercy of his lips, trying halfheartedly to squirm out of his grip. “Only to clean ourselves, of course. Just to wash my ‘sex hair,’ we won’t do anything else.”

“That’s believable,” you huff and push yourself out of his arms, turning around to stare at him a little longer. He’s much too smugly sipping his tea, waiting for you to do something, so you do, without really thinking: you reach up and take his face in both hands, lightly squishing his cheeks together into an adorable little pucker—his brow furrows in confusion as he stares down at you.

“You’re the cutest thing alive,” you giggle and jump up on tiptoe to land a quick peck on his pursed lips.

“No—I…what?”

Aw, he’s turning red. “I am not cute. Of all the adjectives you could have picked, you went with cute—ohh, oh.”

You just dragged your hands down his torso, letting your fingertips follow the bumps and ridges of his muscles to play with the waistband of his shorts, and his voice falters as he melts under your touch. “You were saying?”

He narrows his eyes at you, breathing a little heavier. “I was saying we need to go shower, right now.”

Biting back a grin, you glance down at your hands and notice a little mark on his right hipbone near your hand, just in that little dip of the v of muscles pointing down. A tiny bruise, it looks like, reddish purple and standing out boldly against the smooth planes of his skin—put there by you.

You poke the hickey without thinking, looking up at Loki with a bewildered laugh. “I did that.”

He raises an eyebrow and nods, taking your hand in his. “Yes, you did…you sound surprised.”

“I am surprised,” you tell him honestly, letting him lead you towards the bathroom. “I’m surprised we did that.”

“It was bound to happen, don’t you think?”

“Mmhm. Don’t get me wrong though, I’m surprised, but definitely not complaining.”

Loki shuts the door behind you and you find your back against it, one of his arms on either side of your head. Trapped beneath him, you grin up at him and reach around to slap his ass just to mess with him. “Not complaining at all.”

He laughs and runs a hand up your thigh, kissing you hard and pressing your back into the door. “I’d like to keep surprising you, if you’ll allow me,” he murmurs against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to walk you backwards towards the little shower—wait a minute. Your little apartment’s shower barely fits you.

“Loki, wait, wait, wait, I’ve only ever heard horror stories about shower sex.” You lightly push him away and gesture at the shower. “Um, logistically speaking…this might not be the best idea?”

He hums in acknowledgement but surges back forward to meet your lips, a hand coming up to grip your jaw and kiss you harder. “Mm, I’m willing to risk it. I know we can make it work.”

You sigh and shrug Loki’s button up off your shoulders, dropping it to the floor and stepping over it as Loki’s eyes light up. “Fine.” You hold out your hand to him. “But if I slip and hit my head and die, I’m gonna kill you.”

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lisannach · 4 years ago

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self - para.

summary: life-long reflection and what happens beyond her stint at gallagher.

notes: i may have cried writing this but im also a mess period. thanks for hanging w this woman for the last few months, its been a blast! also, this is my love letter to the og series, specifically to liz’s valedictorian speech that still makes me cry to this day.

what is a gallagher girl? seven-year-old lisanna knew of the world of espionage the day her mother, sylvia "swan song" harlin had snapped the neck of someone that had entered the manor and had pulled a gun on her younger sister lisbeth earlier that night. when the harlin children were gathered in the family room, the four of them had their futures planned out right then and there. and while their mother would rather shut down the whines of 'well i wanna be a rockstar!' , 'i hate seeing blood!', 'i'm scared!' , their father welcomed them and assured them they would adjust soon enough. "so, it's like the military?" a then thirteen-year-old wilbur had asked their parents. lisanna saw her mother's lips curl, "not quite." and it was the first time she’s heard the names gallagher and blackthorne. and amidst the escalating pressures of being sylvia’s daughter, she thinks: i’d love to be a gallagher girl. "it's exciting here, isn't it, lis?" lisbeth had asked her, one afternoon during her first year, lisanna during her third and had gotten her own share of stress from her threat elimination and weapons classes. she remembers nodding, a smile from ear to ear. it was the mark of her unusual stride in life; the smile that was always present when she's not knees deep into serious espionage business. "i bet it's even more exciting once we're out there, betty. can you feel it?" and lisbeth laughed, "i'm just a first year, lis! but i know you can't wait to get out there!" after teaching lisbeth how to properly put a kiss on one of gilly's statues, she leads her to the towers and they gossip about life, about the other girls, and about their brothers. one already on the field and one in blackthorne. as a gallagher girl, lisanna savors the moments of normalcy - the homework, the bonds, and the moments she didn't have to fill with her incessant talking. the goal was to graduate with great grades and a job, therefore making her mother proud. to be a gallagher girl was the highest mark of pride and she'd reap every benefit she could and make sure lisbeth does too.

"gallagher girl?" ellison had asked, tone somewhat dripped with judgment. to him, he had known that prissy little academy to be of renown; brilliant girls they said. but ellison would be lying if he didn't think of lisanna then as just one of those girls. spoiled out of their brains with dresses that fit them well, shoes that isn't as sharp to kill, and trust funds as deep as the atlantic ocean. "does that scare you, caspar?" she had asked, one brow raised. behind her saccharine smiles lay a rabble-rouser, one who thrived in chaos and danger and -- well, was it really a surprise that she had adapted to the life as her father had predicted? ellison grinned. back then, he had graduated from university of virginia and was about to go into quantico. to him, lisanna was just another college grad that frequented the royal diner in d.c. a pretty face, sharp wit. surely, it would be a one-night thing? years later and she finds herself out of the field, tending to an infant of her own. while gallagher never did have a childcare curriculum, she figures she could get through it. gallagher girls were made for anything, after all. even babies. her mother a year back had spoken to her, saying that because of one little thing ( at least to lisanna ), that she didn't have a birthright to much of anything. goodbye trust fund, goodbye prestige that came with being a harlin .. but lisanna didn't care. fuck being a harlin, she remembers whispering to herself more than a few times in her life. ellison's hard work plus her own let them afford this nice apartment in d.c. while it was no manor, lisanna knew it was never about how big your house was. it was full of love and energy and with elisa in her arms, what more could she ask for? turns out, when the child has grown up .. she asks for a lot more than what she thought she would. and she almost regrets it. what makes a gallagher girl? elisa was twelve. lisanna was long gone from her role of wife and mother and she was back on the field working mission after mission. she craved the thrill and the danger and the chaos and -- ellison could never say no to her leaving. even if it hurt. because he knew her. he fell for her and he knew why. he expected her departure, but he never expected what would happen next. the way their daughter acted out in an attempt to see if she could lure her mother back somehow. if, maybe, she made enough of a wave, lisanna would reconsider working in the field and come back. but at twelve, elisa wasn't a gallagher girl yet. lisanna would think about it, but it wasn't a life she wanted to push onto them. but years pass, elisa's behavior worsened and ellison was at the end of his rope. so lisanna opens the door into her world, hoping it would be the one to satiate the chaotic energy her own spawn had given off. and it did. elisa was twenty-one, and lisanna was slowly sinking into a specific state of boredom. who knew after twelve years of being in this job, living a life that your own personality could actually take, that you would ..get bored? the thrill wasn't fully gone, no, but it was getting there. so she sends her daughter a message to meet up in d.c. for one day during the summer. at the last minute, she gets called in and, like before, she chooses that world and leaves her daughter hanging. she's forgotten what it was like to be a daughter and to realize that having a matriarchal presence might mean more than she could ever think. because after twelve years, you stop being a gallagher girl and become the very thing they want ( or don't want ) to be. this pleases her mother, who had wanted nothing more but for her children to thrive in the field and excel. killing machines who will help shape society as we know it. she never did ask any of her children if that's what they wanted nor would she have cared. if she did, then she'd know just how much lisanna struggled inside. not just because she doesn't quite know where she stood, but because for all intents and purposes, she should know. she has the skills, the mentality and the endurance. so what's wrong? when lisanna is invited back to gallagher to teach, she almost lunges at the opportunity. it wasn't the shady alleys of moscow or the sweltering heat of monaco as she waited for the target to appear, but that was what she liked about it. a new thrill, a new kind of fun. "fun" to be used loosely, of course. there was nothing fun about the brotherhood and dead bodies and betrayals and a fire. but it occupies her. but she was here for one precious thing: a second chance to see and reunite with her daughter. and while it didn't work out the first time, elisa comes around. and she almost couldn't believe it. what's a gallagher girl made of? there was a distinct difference in how she handles family in every part of her life. even more if she took specific people into consideration. with her parents, she kept them at arm's length and made sure to smile widely for pictures and to shoot straight at targets. with her siblings, she was the shoulder to cry on and tears rolling down their faces as she cracks her tenth joke in that hour alone. with coworkers on the field, she was a no-nonsense weapons master who will kill if the mission said to kill and would deliver frappuccinos at the mission cool-down party. with ellison, she was lisanna harlin. the girl-next-door, triple pepperjack cheese and more tomatoes than what ellison is comfortable with in a tuna sub. the one who supported his every big decision and never complained about the quaint little apartment they called home because it meant much more than a house to her - it was her family. all on her own. and she had so much love to give than she's ever have given before. with elisa, she was blanket forts near the biggest window on starry nights, coming to her defense when sally easton says she pulled her hair when she didn't, and the shadow of a woman she's thought about for the twelve years she was absent. gallagher's curriculum didn't teach her any of that. and while she considered some of the girls and the faculty to be family during her stay then, they surely didn't teach her about separating from your husband and abandoning your daughter. does she still consider herself a gallagher girl? the morning after the end-of-the-year party, she watches the graduates walk across the stage, elisa's sleepy figure next to her, and she beams with a strange kind of pride. gallagher ( and blackthorne ) could claim them for as long as they want. living trophies of the kind of success you could get if you get in and survive all four years. but lisanna knew that it could only take you so far out there. she drives to d.c., elisa in tow, and after they park the car, they pass by the familiar pot of plant that has now long died and the door opens and she sees the love of her life. a scruffy beard and undereyes darkened to years of shouldering the chaos happening everywhere twenty-four seven. and she feels like she's back in that week after graduating gallagher academy and she's getting her usual order at the royal diner and this fresh bastard comes in and thinks he could smooth talk his way into her pants for a night. it's a lie. he stays for a few days and years pass and she's lived a few more lives than she ever thought she'd ever live and she's here. "well, if it isn't my favorite gallagher girls." ellison remarks, opening the door further to let the two in. elisa almost runs to the living room to drop off the bags and use the restroom because her mom did not stop at all during the drive ( but she also wanted to have their moment because it has been twelve years ). wordlessly, lisanna hugs ellison, her head against his chest and she hears their entire life together. and she realizes that while there was absolutely nothing wrong about being a gallagher girl or a spy, she loves being lisanna. and she never had to choose. all this time, she never had to choose. she could just have it. right here. / e p i l o g u e . she hears people talk. lisanna wasn't retired yet, after all. and through ellison's plans to get promoted once again and elisa's strange rants and ravings, she hears people talk. of many things. about a lot of people. and when she hears of jack's ( @jvckstone ) death, she exhales and takes a day off from her family to attend the funeral, somewhere in the back. to say that she was grateful for the tiny bit of hope he gave back in their room after elisa had rejected her was an understatement. after the funeral, her mother calls her for the millionth time and she presses ignore for the millionth time. the youth called it self care and if she ever had to face good old "swan song" ever again, she'll be sure to give bobby ( @bbygrvr ) a call. he's more than perfect to bring just to converse with her mother as she sips rum from their teacup and smiles every so often when her mother looks over. and after returning home to d.c., she lays back in the chair as her phone rings to her daughter who raves about everything under the sun to her. ellison arrives with two cups of tea, one for each of them. "so, like, is that so cliche? mom, he is so hot, i can't get over it. but would you hate me if i slept with a musician?" elisa asked over the phone. "i would." ellison called over from the love seat and lisanna lets out a laugh. "you know i won't."

and she sees the rest of her life beginning. just like that.

#mine #selfpara.#death mention tw #long post #i apologize for never finishing threads but uhh this is where my energy went #it has been an honor! and icb the first arc is over!!#anyway have her for one last time bc this is the last post on this blog pce out ilyall #gallagher:task

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tartagilicious · 5 years ago

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Can you write a Lawrence/MC after his ending where he leaves one day to go supply hunting and the MC is finally able to escape but she sees him getting attacked by a couple of guys and decides to save him because she ultimately does still care about him then when she gets him back to safety and is taking care of him he asks why she helped him instead of leaving and she just says something like "because I'm not you" then maybe he can reflect. Sorry if that's too detailed lol

I really like this prompt you gave me, personally, though I did change it slightly. I had a fun time writing this. It turned out better than most of my requests usually do!

* no editing on the second half because 😔✌️im sick and I don’t feel like it that’s all lol so I apologise for any mistakes

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You shudder when you hear the basement door slam shut, suddenly leaving you alone in the all-but-homey basement yet again. When Lawrence had initially saved you from the horde of zombies, he had made sure to mention that there was enough food to keep both of you going for a while — almost as if it was supposed to be equal to a sort of incentive for coming with him and leaving your other friends to die.

But, in retrospective to the virus, it wasn’t necessarily a bad promise.

You had liked Lawrence at one point, and as hard as it may have been to know that, your opinion of him couldn’t change that fast. He was smart, empathetic, and even if you didn’t like it, he always knew what he was doing. There was no choice but to trust in him then, especially when his iron grip on your wrist unfairly startled you into it.

Yet, ironically, it was the last straw when his calculations ended up being wrong.

Supplies dwindled faster when he thought you were comfortable enough to being doing so, but he was stuck when he realised how close you were actually cutting it. You suddenly had to worry about your food again rather than the man in front of you, and it was scary. It really was.

To be so young and stare despair in the face isn’t something you ever pictured yourself doing, but now, you do it helplessly everyday in the reflection of circle framed glasses.

You flip on the light switch again when you’re sure that Lawrence is gone, and immediately sink to the floor. Emotions pour out of you in the form of stagnant breaths, leaving you choking on the musty air. This happens often — you bottle up the very emotions Lawrence encourages you to share, and let them out when he can’t see.

Maybe it’s petty of you. But you don’t care.

Because the last thing you want is for him to see you break down. You’re powerless enough around the boy as it is.

But this time, the swirl of complicated emotions in chest isn’t just from the usual; it’s fear. You had forgotten about the crushing reality of the apocalypse outside, and how hard it really was to survive. No matter how cunning Lawrence pretended to be, life always had the last laugh.

You sit slumped against the wall for god knows how long, trying to find peace in the messy cracks on the walls. But you give up when they begin to blend together, and only finally avert your eyes when you begin to see them shifting.

It has taken you a long time to learn that reality is altered in the place you’re forced to call home. Dark days are filled with pleasant treatment from your so-called admirer, but leave deep scars on you no amount of love can fix. You sadly think that not even your eyes know what to see anymore as you try to blink away your confusion, adjusting to the room around you instead.

The basement had become unfavourable in almost no time flat, with its lonely walls and industrial scheme — and especially the twisted safety inside of it. It was moments like those that you looked at the stairs leading up to ground level and wondered what would happen if you just decided to leave everything behind.

If I left Lawrence, would he hunt me down again?

That thought keeps you grounded every time.

But your intrusive thoughts already have a streak of zero to one, and before you can stop it, your curiosity leads you up the basement stairs implanted deep in your memory and onto the ground floor.

He’s not here, he can’t do anything about it. Stop worrying.

Then you realise that you have no business worrying about Lawrence, someone who is god knows where, when such a mess is in front of you. The hallway’s routine scent of old blood fills your nose faster than you can react, immediately calling up tears. Your memories of the friends you’d lost burn brightly in your head — and the memories of seeing their faces for the last time makes you sick.

In a daze, you turn away and pinch your nose. Tears catch in your lashes and make your vision blurry as you open your eyes while you walk away, but you don’t care. You just want to get away.

Cautiously, you hug your jacket tighter around you as you get closer and closer to the doors. It’s been months since you’ve been let out of the basement, much less outside — and you have no idea what to expect. Did the government make any progress? Or, assuming the worst, has the virus really begun to do lasting damage?

You’re afraid to find out, but with the adrenaline and fear pumping through your veins, you push the doors open without a second thought. It’s a stupid idea, but when you’re stuck between the fear to escape and the fear to stay put, there’s only so many things you can do.

Sly footed and calm: that’s what Lawrence has always told you to be in the presence of a zombie. But strangely, and thankfully, you don’t see a single other moving thing as you manoeuvre the door to quietly shut.

Time moves slowly as you stand there and think. You’re anxious in the premonition that a zombie will pop out, and because of this your thoughts are jumbled, but you still manage to remember the bare details you’d so scoured over about the safe zone the night before you were supposed to leave with your friends.

It shouldn’t be hard if I don’t stop for anything. You think to yourself. Maybe I’ll prove those men from before wrong and make it there fast.

That would be best.

The fact that you hadn’t thought to grab any weapons alarms you, but you spot what looks like the old remnants of a plank of wood a few feet away and figure it’s good as anything.

It’s slightly heavy to lug along, but you walk fast in your nervousness, so you don’t see the big deal in it as long as you keep pace. And you do so as quietly as possible, scared beyond belief at the possibility of your luck going dry and leading you to encounter exactly what you hope to avoid.

Yet it seems like your luck is about to run out when you hear the unmistakable grunt of a group of zombies. No more than a few, you think, but it’s still a few too many. And like the sensible person you think yourself to be, you’re about to distance yourself from them as fast as possible.

But then you hear something else. Something else distinctly human that you can’t help but stop a second time for. Betraying every nerve in your body that screams for you to move, you stop for the sole chance of finding someone else.

You curse under your breath as you grip the plank tighter in your grip, the pieces digging into your skin as you peek around the corner in front of you — close, and also the very place that the ruckus is coming from.

Though you seriously consider retreating back again when you notice that it’s Lawrence having a hard time. He seems to be handling the small group of zombies around him fairly well, anyway, armed with a short metal pipe and his normal malicious intents.

Still, he’s not superhuman. It’s obvious that he’s getting tired, and might not even last much longer if he lets that get to him.

Would it matter if he dies?

He’s all I have left.

He locked you up.

He doesn’t treat me badly.

He killed your friends.

You have a hard time arguing with the devil on your shoulder on that one. But your good senses, still intact, luckily come back in time to help you figure out what to do in the nick of time.

There’s nothing that will come out of leaving Lawrence to die. As much as you’ve admittedly fantasised about something ripping him away and finally freeing you, you would be at a disadvantage without his guidance. Lawrence’s leader qualities hadn’t gone anywhere, and it wasn’t as if his good traits never existed.

As much as you hate to say it, there’s a part of you that still cares about him.

Gritting your teeth, you rush in and make your presence known. All of your emotion is projected into a hit that knocks a particular zombie back onto the ground, and completely startling Lawrence to an extent that it almost makes you proud.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, but he doesn’t sound angry. His eyes are wild and panicked, but not in the same way you’d seen when he killed that man all those months ago — he just seemed scared. “Why are you here?”

You hold your tongue as much as you can. “That doesn’t matter, focus on what’s in front of you!”

A guttural noise of disapproval makes its way out of his throat, but dissolves upon the movement of his arms swinging the pipe directly into a zombie’s distorted face. You do the same to the ones closer to you, using the piece of wood to slam up to where their chin should be and knock them back a considerable distance so that when they came back, they were easier for Lawrence to deal with.

The system works well with your teamwork, and soon enough, all of the zombies that had gathered are at your feet.

The atmosphere is so tense you expect him to start yelling even there, but surprisingly, he doesn’t.

“Thank you, ___.” He pants, his face slightly red as you just stand there and take in his words. “I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there to help.”

You nod hesitantly, finally letting the plank rest against your legs as it had grown heavy.

“...But, why did you help me?” He asks this with bunched brows, as if the prospect confuses him. And you’re glad it does, because still, the last thing you want is misunderstanding the way you feel.

“Because I’m not like you.”

Something in Lawrence’s eyes shifts, similar to realisation. If only it was.

“Come on,” You wave a hand reluctantly, motioning for him to follow you. “Let’s go somewhere safer before any more show up.”

He just stares at you, completely uncharacteristically quiet. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t finally make you feel powerful.

Maybe, from now on, things can be different.

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