#motorcycle dude might be taking over

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𝝑𓏲 — ¡! Leo Valdez ! Biker Hc

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His bike is an absolute Frankenstein. It’s not just a regular motorcycle—it’s custom-built with hidden flamethrowers, a button that makes it go way faster than legally allowed, and a horn that plays the Fast & Furious theme. No one knows how it works except Leo, and honestly? He’s just vibing at this point.

The world’s most chaotic driver. He will take a shortcut over a sidewalk. He will do a wheelie just to hear you scream. He will race a random dude at a red light just because the guy looked at him funny. And if you’re riding with him? You better hold on tight, because he’s laughing the whole time.

Flirting is second nature. "C’mon, princesa, hop on. I promise I’m a very responsible driver." (He is not.) The second you wrap your arms around his waist, he’s grinning like an idiot. He’ll casually say something like, “Careful, mi amor, hold me too tight and I might fall for you.”

Fixes your bike/car/any piece of machinery for free. But don’t think you’re getting away without a price—he’ll lean against his bike, grease-streaked arms crossed, smirking. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Just owe me a date or, like, a hundred kisses. Your choice.”

Always smells like motor oil and something warm—cinnamon? Burnt sugar? No one knows. But somehow, it works. He’s the type to wipe his hands on his jeans, push his hair back, and then cup your face, leaving smudges on your skin like a brand. “Oops,” he grins. “Guess you’re mine now.”

Loves the way you cling to him. When he speeds up just a little too much and you grip him tighter? Ego boost. He’ll chuckle, resting a hand on your thigh, rubbing slow circles while saying, “Scared, cariño? Don’t worry, I got you.”

Midnight joyrides that turn into deep talks. He’ll take you out to the middle of nowhere, lay back on his bike, and just talk about everything—his dreams, his past, how he once almost set himself on fire trying to fix a carburetor. And when you start getting sleepy? He’ll pull you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We can stay a little longer,” he murmurs.

Is lowkey jealous but plays it off. Someone else checking you out? He’s all smirks and jokes until you’re alone, then he’s casually pulling you into a kiss, hands firm on your hips. “Dunno why anyone else is looking,” he whispers. “You’re already mine.”

Would literally build you a custom bike. And when he gives it to you, he’ll act all nonchalant. “Oh, this? Yeah, I just had some spare parts lying around. No big deal.” (It was a big deal. He spent weeks making it perfect for you.)

The type to pull over just to kiss you. The night air, the hum of the engine cooling down, his hands cupping your face as he murmurs, “You having fun, cariño?” before pressing his lips to yours—Leo is dangerously good at making your heart race, on and off the road.

Will 100% take both hands off the handlebars just to mess with you. You’re holding onto him for dear life, and this menace just leans back, stretches his arms out like he’s on a Sunday cruise. “What, you don’t trust me?” he teases, laughing when you yell at him to grab the damn handlebars.

His bike is held together by equal parts genius and questionable decisions. “Leo, why is there a button labeled ‘DO NOT PRESS’?”

“For emergencies.”

“What kind of emergency?”

“Dunno. Haven’t tested it yet.”

His flirting gets worse when he’s on his bike. Every time you ride with him, expect non-stop lines like:

“You should sit in front next time, so I can hold you.”

“You know, if you keep holding me this tight, people are gonna think we’re together.” Pause. “Wait, we are together.”

“You scared, princesa? Don’t worry, I’m an expert at handling things. Wanna see?”

Does the whole ‘rev the engine just to impress you’ thing. You roll your eyes every time, but the smirk on his face says he knows you secretly love it.

He absolutely sings while riding. Yelling off-key to whatever’s blasting in his earbuds. One time he took you on a ride and started belting Livin’ on a Prayer at full volume. Did he almost crash because he got too into it? Yes. Did he recover like nothing happened? Also yes.

Picks you up from work/school just to flex. He’ll roll up, lean against his bike with his helmet under one arm, and give you that smirk. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady.” And yeah, he definitely speeds off just to make sure everyone knows who you’re leaving with.

Has no patience for traffic. If there’s a line of cars, Leo is gone. Alleyway? He’s taking it. Sidewalk? Oops. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he says, weaving between cars. “Laws are just, like… suggestions, anyway.”

Builds you a matching helmet. And of course, it’s not a regular helmet—he’s added Bluetooth speakers, a visor that doubles as a mini screen, and probably some kind of secret gadget just for fun. “What? You gotta look cool when you’re riding with me.”

Cannot resist showing off. Takes turns way sharper than necessary, speeds up when he knows you’re not expecting it, and definitely does little tricks when no one’s around. “Babe, did you see that?” (You did see it, and you’re still processing whether it was hot or if he’s just an idiot. Probably both.)

Acts all smooth but gets flustered when you take control. You pull him in by his jacket for a kiss? He short-circuits. You run your hands along his thighs while riding? He’s done. You whisper, “Faster, Leo” in his ear? Yeah. He’s never recovering from that.

Leaves greasy fingerprints on your skin. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it—he’ll be working on his bike, then tug you in for a kiss, leaving smudges along your jawline. When you point it out, he just grins. “Oh no. Guess you’re marked now.”

After a long ride, he’s got that ‘just wrecked you’ energy. Hair messy from the wind, breathing heavy, leather jacket unzipped, a cocky grin as he pulls his helmet off in slow motion like he’s in a damn movie—yeah. You’re in trouble.

If you ever steal his jacket, he is never recovering. Seeing you in it? Absolute KO. He’ll just stare for a solid 10 seconds before going, “Yeah. Okay. That’s illegal. You can’t be looking that good in my stuff.”

Late-night rides turn into make-out sessions. He’ll find some hidden spot, park the bike, and pull you onto his lap. The city lights flicker in the distance, but all he cares about is you—his hands on your waist, his lips brushing against yours, murmuring, “Best view in the world, and I’m not even looking at the skyline.”

Loves the thrill, but loves you more. Leo’s reckless, but when it comes to you? He’s always careful. The moment you seem even a little uncomfortable, he’s slowing down, checking in, making sure you’re okay. Because yeah, he loves the adrenaline, but nothing matters more than you being safe, happy, and laughing with your arms wrapped around him.

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Dp x Dc AU: Not exactly a meet cute between Jazz and Jason.

Jason's had a long night of beating the shit out of a gang that dared to sell in his territory, the last thing he needs is the Bats on his tail. He can always sense them when he leaves Crime Alley- they watch for him. Waiting for him to fail. It pisses him off.

So Jason shakes his tail, he's pretty sure it's the demon brat, parks his bike, removes his helm and heads into the loudest bar he can find, ditching his mask along the way. There are no camera's and there was no one watching, so Jason just looks like any other angry frat guy at the bar. Well, he supposes that the Leather jacket might be a stand out.

He grabs a drink, and looks at the time. Jason just needs to wait out the chance that a baby bird saw his bike and hope that curfew kicks in before this has to be a 'conversation'. Besides, the music is good and despite all the people, the crowd is pretty behaved.

"Hi! I'm so glad you're here!" A woman approaches, he can tell she's had a few drinks from her walk but her eyes scream sobriety and fear. She's tall in her flats, her hair looks disheveled (from dancing maybe) and her outfit screams 'this is the one fun black top I own'. She's beautiful and her approaching him might've been a wet teenage dream if his suspicions weren't immediately raised.

"I certainly am here." Jason replies, a smirk set into his features easily and as he straightens out his back he can see the three men watching the back of her head like predators. They're wearing super lame white hoodies and coats, like they're organized somehow.

"That's why you're my hero! Always ready to grab me at a moment's notice! Any chance you'll be good to leave after you finish that drink?" Her eyes are pleading but she keeps the same happy smile and joyful tone the whole time.

"Nah, no worries about the drink. It was cheap and I was just getting bored with it anyway. " Jason explains, setting his glass down on the counter. He's mentally photographed the three creeps, "Did any of your friends also need a ride home?"

"Nope! They all got in an uber... without me. So they'll be just fine!" She explains and there is an anger in her eyes that clearly meant she was telling the truth. Her hands are straightening out his jacket collar, making it look like they're more comfortable with each other than just strangers. She lays her hands flat on his chest once her task is completed and Jason feels his throat go dry.

"I'm always telling you to find better friends. Now c'mon, I parked out back." he wraps an arm around her waist, though its not tight, and peers over his shoulder. These guys weren't going to leave without a fight it seems, Dumb, Dumbie and Dumber are all watching her with evil in their eyes.

The two of them walk out and before she can even say thank you, the door swings back open and she's sucker punched one of the assholes and Jason's pulled his gun out for the other two.

"You gents are gunna go home, or you're gonna end up in the dirt. Pick." Jason growls. Not taking him seriously at first, he shoots one dudes foot and the last one standing looks like he might pass out. He picks up his fallen comrades and backs away into the bar.

"For ancients sake those dudes were trying to traffic the hell out of me." She sighs, and Jason holsters his gun.

"Yeah no shit. You okay?" Jason inquires.

"I will be. I'm Jazz, thanks for saving me Hood."

"I'm no-"

"You're literally leaning comfortably on Red Hoods motorcycle that still has his helmet perched on it. No one would do that unless they were suicidal or him." She challenges, but then a look changes in her eyes and she almost looks nervous "But still, do you uhm, wanna get out of here?"

He blinks. She was trying to pick him up? AFTER finding out he was a crime lord??

The answer is that yes, Hell Yes, Jason does want to get out of here. None of the Bats will bother him while he has a civilian, not at the diner he takes her too and certainly not while he's taking her back to one of his safe houses.

Jason had expected one of his siblings to show up in the morning and cause a ruckus. He hadn't planned for a dude to let himself into his kitchen screaming about government agencies tracking Jazz down that wasn't related. Turns out it's her brother and he's floating and no he's not going to explain why he's there or how he found them.

Jazz has a lot to explain to the both of them and it starts with "So I can admit that I have a thing for motorcycle guys-"

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Old friends… - Dante (Tony Redgrave) x fem!reader

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Tony was 12 when you met him for the first time. He moved to your neighbourhood with his mother.

But he never seemed to like you that much. How was he supposed to be ok with the fact that your older brother dragged you, a girl, everywhere with him?

Every time you were faced with his usual lines like "Ew, why would you bring her to come with us?! This is a dudes-only activity!" and forced to stay aside while they played.

But despite what you thought the truth was, Tony liked you. Even if he wasn't aware of that. Because those things were gross. He didn't need that. He didn't want that.

But it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how he couldn't help but look in your direction whenever he would defeat your brother while playing video games. It wasn't fair that he couldn't help but be excited when your mother invited him over for your birthday and forced you two to take a picture together.

And it surely wasn't fair how jealous he felt when that dick from your class wanted to be your costume partner at that Halloween Party. He hated every moment of it.

But what he hated the most was how he had to leave. How he had to leave when you were 14, just one day after you two kissed on that bench, by the lake.

The way his heart was beating, as his face burned, his eyes stick to the water. "Does that mean we're a couple?" he broke the silence after several minutes of silence.

"I don't know... My mom said I am allowed to date guys when I'm 16..." you answered, looking at the ground, still processing whatever happened.

He huffed, taking a deep breath, as he leaned on the bench. "Will you date me when you're 16?"

You shrugged, still feeling as if you did something unforgivable for kissing him. But despite this feeling...

"Yeah... I would," you said, your heart pounding into your chest, still not daring to look into his blue eyes.

"Cool," he answered, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'd date you too..."

And he would have. If he didn't have to run from a hoard of demons the next day. If he didn't have to start over again, miles away from you, the promise he once made still lingering in his mind from time to time.

And he tried. He tried to promise himself that he'll find you. But as days passed by, it became nothing more than a distant wish he once had.

A part of him forgot about you. A part of him burried you somewhere in his deepest memories, the only remains of you being simple questions that would sometimes pop up into his mind: Where was she? How was she?

And after all those years, he thought he won. He won peace after your name finally stopped showing up in his mind. He won when your face stopped haunting his sleep. He was finally free-

"She's (Y/n)," Lady said, as he looked at you with wide eyes. His heart was frozen. The last bits of his rational thoughts were long gone.

"Hi!" You cheerfully said, extending your arm to greet him, the same smile from years ago plastered on your face. He knew you couldn't recognize him. It's been more than 10 years. He was definitely no longer the same boy you used to hang out with by the lake.

"I'm... I'm Dante. Hi!" he eventually answered, hesitantly shaking your hand, a wave of electricity running through him at the touch.

"Creep." Lady mumbled. "Anyway, you remember the money you owe me? We're going out tonight and I might need them now."

"Yeah... sure." he groaned, his eyes still fixed on you as if you were just a hallucination. He reached for the wallet, not even flinching when Lady snatched the money out of it in an instant. His eyes never moved.

"Thanks!" she said before grabbing you by the hand and leading you back to her motorcycle.

"Bye!" you shouted to him, not quite understanding what was going on. But he couldn't answer. He couldn't say anything besides staying there and watching you disappear again, a part of him dying once again.

His eyes fell back on his wallet, taking out the small folded photo of you two. His heart was beating, a weird warm feeling engulfing his body as your face appearead once again in his mind.

You really were back.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Drive

Author: LoversAntiquities

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, implied Sam/Rowena

Length: 26000

Warnings: None

Tags: Roadtrip, Casefic, Motorcycles, Sharing a bed, Post-Season 11, Canon divergent, Learning to move on

Posting Date: October 8, 2024

Summary: Dean has cabin fever--which is fine, and a luxury, considering he spent most of his life on the road. Except, when he suggests that he and Castiel take a roadtrip on two of the motorcycles in the motor pool to anywhere they want, Sam drops the mother of all bombshells on him--that he's moving out to attend college in Lawrence, and Rowena is tutoring him in the art of witchcraft. The world is cruel--at least, he thinks, but the road and his burgeoning new relationship with Castiel give him perspective, and the opportunity to finally relinquish the control his father gave him all those years ago: to let Sam go to live his own life, and to let someone look out for him for a change, that someone being the love of his life, and the one man Dean never thought he could have, until Castiel says otherwise.

Excerpt: “One bed, huh?” Dean says amid the silence. Castiel hums a noise that sounds like agreement. “She didn’t offer a foldout or anything?” “Is it a problem?” Castiel opens one eye, not even bothering to turn his head. Maybe in the past, it would be, but now… “I’m tired, man,” Dean huffs and slinks lower. “I’d sleep on concrete if I had to.” “Concrete and sharing a mattress are two different things, though,” Castiel comments. He leans closer, draping his arm over the edge of the tub to let his fingers dip into the water. Swallowing, Dean debates between moving his thigh away and shifting just that bit closer. “You never answered me this morning, when I asked if you were ashamed of sharing a bed with me.” This again. “It’s fine.” He turns his head, his jaw tight. “It’s just—I’m fine, okay? Not gonna get squirrely just because we gotta share a bed—” “Dean.” Castiel lowers his voice, and a shiver runs down the length of Dean’s spine, like Castiel might scold him for talking back, or not talking at all. “If you have a problem, you need to let me know. I’d be more than happy to sit aside for the night.” Fear rises, not from Castiel’s tone, but from the idea of Castiel leaving because of him, because one of his hangups ruined a perfectly decent night’s sleep. He doesn’t have a problem with it—never has, but… “You don’t think it’s weird?” He bends his knees, then stretches his legs out with a few inches to spare. The only good thing about this motel—oversized bathtubs. “The whole…” “Do I find it strange to share a bed with another man?” Castiel clarifies, and Dean nods, sheepish. “It’s just…” He stops, scrubs his face with a wet hand. He needs to shave, his stubble rough under his fingertips. For a long, silence-filled minute, he sits there, staring at the faucet while the cogs grind in his brain, trying to formulate any sort of sentence that doesn’t sound like I’m attracted to dudes, isn’t that weird?

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[missyandthemisfits]

Tokyo Rev X Apathetic!GNReader

Part II And I Already Know What To DOOO-

Souya Kawata

He more than anyone understands that looks can be very much be deceiving, but he absolutely doesn’t judge a book by its cover, he’s not that type of guy. You guys are desk mates and greet each other everyday - or everyday he can get away from his brother long enough to attend class. You don’t speak to one another much but you guys enjoy the quiet company the other provides. No one at school dares bother either of you honestly, one of the perks of having a near constant unapproachable look. Takes a few weeks after the semester starts for you guys to have an actual conversation, though it did come about only after you managed to trip and fall face first in gym class.

“Are you okay?!” He looks to be scowling but you know better. Unsurprisingly, most of the other students keep their distance, some snickering. But surprisingly, Souya is at your side in a matter of seconds. Sitting up slowly, you blink.

“I think so.” By the time you respond he’s already pulled out band aids, cute ones no less, placing them tentatively over your scrapped knees. It’s hard not to blush at the thoughtfulness. Suddenly, you feel a warm liquid dripping from your nose. He looks up and immediately starts freaking out.

“Your nose!” 

“Huh?”

Apparently there was quite a bit of blood, so much so that the next thing you knew, you’re waking up in the nurse’s office, dazed and pretty confused. You blink twice, peering over to see Souya twiddling with his fingers anxiously. He looks over, relieved to see you awake. You try to sit up and he motions for you to take it easy.

“How long was I out?” You finally ask after a few moments of silence.

“About 30 minutes..,” he verifies with a glance at his watch, brows knitting together, “How are you feeling?”

“Well that depends; did we miss gym?” He raises a brow.

“Um… yes?”

“Then I feel fantastic.” He snorts and shakes his head. There’s another few moments of silence before he speaks again, nervous somehow.

“I um…I could take you home on my bike, if you’d like. O-or actually it might be better to take the train in your condition-“ You shoot up so fast you make yourself dizzy again, startling him.

“Your bike? As in…your motorcycle?” You’ve got stars in your eyes at the thought, leaning in close and warranting a blush. 

“Yea. Is that okay?” It’s your turn to snort.

“Okay? It’s more than okay - clearly I need to break my nose more often-,”

“What?”

You guys are very fast friends after that day, though it doesn’t take long for certain other feelings to start developing. It was awkward, it was sweet, it was first love hidden under the familiar guise of friendship. But, it would be a while longer before either of you would confess.

Nahoya Kawata

It was strange how well you meshed together. 

You with your deadpan expression and monotone voice, him with his wicked and untamed grin, neither of you ever as serious as you needed to be, with anything. It’s was like life was a game to you guys, all of it meant as entertainment at best. 

“Hey (Name), look it! Doesn’t this dude’s face look fuckin’ hilarious?” He gestured to 1 of 3 plebs who attempted to jump him not 5 minutes ago, said perpetrator’s face bruised and bloodied mercilessly. He might’ve gone just slightly more easy on these losers had one of them not grabbed your arm roughly with a disgusting smirk. That really set him off, big time. You crouched next to him, blinking briefly before nodding.

“Yea, you really beat the breaks off him. You angry about something?” His smile wavered slightly, though seemingly unnoticed. Your face would never tell, nonchalant as ever, but it was like but you were an expert at reading people - even more so once you were close to them. He smiled 90% of the time but after being acquainted for a few weeks, you knew exactly what he was feeling - the straining of his smile translating anywhere from awkwardness to anger, the smaller grins anywhere inbetween. It was pure insanity, he thought. It ticked him off too, at first. Still it was nice to have someone, besides his brother of course,  just… understand him without having to spell it out. He wasn’t one for words. Fists were another story. 

“Eh, m’alright.” He moved to stand upright, subtly glancing down at your wrist to make sure it hadn’t bruised before placing his hands in his pockets. “Hey, you wanna hit the arcade before we head to your place?”

You were relieved to see his true smile back in its place, granting him a small one of your own with a light shrug.

“Fine with me, but don’t you have homework?” It was his turn to shrug.

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about, (Name)!”

He totally did. 

What we’re you gonna do with him?

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[howlingday]

The boys and jaune are at the club looking for a girl so jaune can get laid.

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Here's the link to more of the scene on YouTube. And thank you for inspiring me to make something a bit... creative at the end.

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Jaune: (Smiles)

Cinder: I've got a secret~.

Jaune: Oh?

Cinder: I WORSHIP SALEM.

Jaune: ...

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Harriet: (Chugging shots) See, that's the problem! I can't find a man who can satisfy me! Some guys can go an hour, maybe an hour and a half, but that's it! A man's got to put in overtime to get me off!

Jaune: ...

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Yang: I'm not interested in a guy unless he rides a motorcycle.

Jaune: ...

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Willow: Yeah, baby, well, I'm almost single. My husband's on death row!

Jaune: ...

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Melanie: This is the first date Missy's been on since the doctor separated us!

Miltiades: This is the first date Missy's been on since the doctor separated us!

Jaune: ...

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Blake: I'm into the group thing.

Jaune: ...

Sun: (Smiles)

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Salem: I was a powerful witch in a previous life.

Jaune: ...

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Penny: (Beatboxing)

Ruby: My name is Ruby, and I'm the best~. Everybody always wanna feel my breast~.

Ruby: Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up...

Jaune: ...

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Nora: I've been doing some videos, but what I really want to do is star in my own videos, because I want to become a pop singer, and a rock singer, and write my own songs, and sing my own songs, and then I want to be an actress...

Jaune: (Nodding in and out)

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Tyrian: (In a dress) I hope you don't mind me coming over and sitting down, but I've been watching you all night~. And I wanna tear you apart~.

Jaune: !

Tyrian: And your friend, too~.

Cardin: (Spits out drink)

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Neptune: So, how's the hook up going?

Jaune: Terrible. I've spoken to probably a dozen girls tonight and not one of them feels right to me.

Cardin: Pssh! It's not about feeling right, Arc. It's about getting you some so you can stop being such a sad-sack!

Ren: I think what Cardin is trying to say is that you're looking too deep for a commitment. Tonight is just helping you make an attempt with a woman. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sun: Well, you guys might be losers, but I managed to get that groupie chick's number.

Jaune: Yeah, have fun with that. Hope you can find a player two.

Sun: Easy! Neptune, you in?

Neptune: Sorry, Sun, but I'm already spoken for tonight. See, I was just having the most interesting conversation with that hottie in the black dress.

Jaune: Well, be careful, because I don't think you're the only one working some magic tonight.

Cardin: Damn right! That babe in purple was hungry for some Winchester, and I'm ready to serve myself up on a silver platter~.

Jaune: ...Cardin, no. Just no. (Sighs) Ren, can you help him?

Ren: I'm afraid not, no. I'm going to be busy with my own escapades tonight.

Jaune: Yeah? What girl?

Ren: Women, actually. The biker girl and the dreamer.

Jaune: Oof... Hope you've got the horsepower and the earmuffs to land it, buddy.

Ren: I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Thank you for your concern, Jaune.

Jaune: So, everybody's getting laid tonight but me?

Cardin: Ah, just hammer back a few and pick one, Arc. It's not rocket science!

Jaune: Yeah, you're right. This makes brain surgery look easy.

Jaune: (Malachites dump drinks on him)

Jaune: ...I'm going home.

Sun: Dude, don't-

Jaune: Nope. Not doing it. (Walks out)

Neptune: Poor guy... Think he'll be okay?

Cardin: He's fine! Now, where'd that feisty purple chick go~?

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Jaune: (Walking up the stairs, Sighs) Fucking stupid-ass...

???: Are you okay?

Jaune: Huh? (Sees woman in work clothes)

???: You look like you've had a rough night.

Jaune: That's 1 way to put it. (Unlocks door) But nothing a shower can't fix, right?

???: Ooh...

Jaune: What?

???: I just spoke with the super. He said that side of the building was going to be without water until tomorrow.

Jaune: Great. Just... fucking... great. (Sighs)

???: I... don't think it's as great as you say it is. (Chuckles)

Jaune: No, but it's basically par for the course.

???: Oh, do you play golf?

Jaune: Uh, no, I'm not really a sports kind of guy.

???: Oh, really? Would you say you're a drinking kind of guy?

Jaune: Better in me than on me, actually. (Chuckles)

???: (Giggles) Well, I don't have anything stronger than coffee, I'm afraid.

Jaune: Agh, and I forgot to get coffee today. (Chuckles) Guess I can't get a win tonight, huh?

???: I guess not. But if you'd like, I could make us a cup.

Jaune: ...I don't think your husband would appreciate me coming inside smelling like I do.

???: Husband? (Looks down) Oh... No, I... I'm afraid I'm not married anymore. (Twists ring)

Jaune: Oh... Shit, I... I'm so sorry.

???: Thank you, but... It's been some time since he passed away. Maybe... Maybe it's time I move on... (Pulls off ring)

Jaune: I... I think you should move on when you feel like you're ready to move on.

???: (Smiles) You're sweet, you know that?

Jaune: Yeah, well, sweet only takes you so far.

???: Well, if you're not too sweet, you can use my shower. So long as you don't melt like sugar.

Jaune: (Chuckles) Thanks, and, uh, I promise not to melt in your shower.

???: I should have coffee ready by the time you're out.

Jaune: Oh, well, thank you. Uh, do you have sugar, too, or should I dip you in my coffee instead?

???: ...

Jaune: Too far? Sorry. I think it's the booze in my hair.

???: No, no, it's fine. It just took me a minute to realize you were making a sugar pun, too. (Chuckles)

Jaune: Yeah... Uh, listen, is it really okay if I use your shower?

???: Of course! I was going to use it myself, but you look like you could use it more. (Opens door)

Jaune: Thank you, (Walks in) and I promise not to take all the hot water.

???: Please don't. (Walks in, Shuts door) I could use a shower myself after such a long day.

Jaune: Rough night, too, huh?

???: Well, nothing's too rough for this tough, little lady. (Giggles)

Jaune: And, uh, does this tough, little lady have a tough, little name?

???: Hardly. If anything, it's as delicate as a flower.

Jaune: Well... My name's Jaune Arc. It's short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it~.

???: (Snickers) Do they, now? Well, my name is Kali Belladonna, but I don't think I can come up with anything as creative as your introduction there.

Jaune: (Chuckles) Yeah, sorry. But at least it's not as bad as the songs I come up with.

Kali: Oh, you sing?

Jaune: Just as a hobby. Is this the bathroom here?

Kali: Mhm. Help yourself.

Jaune: But not too much. (Winks) Beautiful flower like you needs water, too.

Kali: (Giggles) Oh, stop~.

Jaune: (Enters, Locks door)

Kali: ...

Kali: (Sighs)

Kali: Kali Belladonna, this is how you get hurt.

Kali: (Takes off clothes, Unlocks door) Well... Here's hoping this is worth it...

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#10 from the character ask list for Yvette?

10. Their most defining moment vs your favorite one of them.

I feel like I can’t really decide her most defining moment, and I’m really bad at picking favorites in general, but I’ll see what I can do.

One of her more defining moments that has happened in game might be a thing that happened in the same Eureka campaign where this post came from.

(Some of the rules referenced in this story have changed since this session was played, this represents a version of Eureka from almost 2 years ago.)

Yvette was gonna stake out the car of this mafia guy basically, but instead of being alone he comes out with two bodyguards, so she can’t get close to him. She instead tails him when he drives off, but gets spotted. The car drives to a remote part of the city and pulls over. Yvette knows she’s busted, so she just pulls up next to these guys and gets off her motorcycle and walks right up to them, and starts asking really incriminating questions. (She’s completely unarmed by the way.) It would take like 2 hours to recount it word-for-word, but after she makes it really clear she knows a lot about them, and is asking prying questions, they discreetly draw guns tell her to get in the car. So she does. She tells them to take her bike in the bed of the truck too. They take her at gunpoint back to the main enforcer guy’s house to ask her questions and sit her on the couch. She agrees to answer a question for a question. As you can guess she’s super super calm about this, while the dudes are like fluctuating between annoyed and amused. She even insists on being told answers to questions that they tell her in no uncertain terms will mean that they will kill her, like if they tell her this she cannot leave alive.

At the end they ask her why she thinks they’re telling her all this (the answer being that they’ve decided to kill her).

“Because youx zink youx ‘ave ze upper-‘and.” “Would you care to show us how we don’t have the upper-hand?”

(To quote my good friend @porcelain-dollbones “Bad guys will be like ‘you and what army.’”) Which, she was waiting for, she practically set that up. Everything beyond this point is entirely rules-mediated, no ‘rule of cool.’ Completely RAW. Yvette moves to Disarm the nearest bodyguard. Full Success. Reflex roll to grab and equip the weapon she disarmed. Full Success. Now she’s standing somewhat behind him pointing the gun in one hand at one of the other enforcers.

[ms paint drawing] She isn’t actually holding on to the disarmed guy but he has lost all his Morale and can’t act.

A few more words were exchanged where they basically realized they were fucking dead and started trying to negotiate with her, not like pleading, but saying that they would let her walk out and no one would find out. And they gave her the address she needed. But, she has -4 Social Cues and can’t really tell if they’re sincere or not. Complete Failure on the Social Cues. If she can’t be sure, then the person she is working with trying to solve the mystery of a mysterious warehouse explosion and the disappearance of several people nearby is not safe. So she fires a two-round burst from the semi-automatic handgun. She has enough base Athletics to not take a penalty from holding the gun one-handed. “Wicked” trait is active from the Full Success on the Disarm, giving her +1s going forward on any violent actions until she Partially Succeeds or Fails one. (The “Wicked” Trait does something different now but it would still give her +1s here.) Full Success shot on one enforcer, Full Success shot on the other. The first enforcer she shoots takes 4 Penetrative damage, putting him at 1 Penetrative HP, and drops to the ground because he Failed his Injury roll. He’s Fully Incapacitated. Second enforcer gets hit too, but Partially Succeeds his Injury roll, giving him -1s going forward. He makes a run for the car outside. It’s too far to move without making an Athletics roll, which he fails, stumbling on his way out. Yvette turns and puts two more shots in the back of his head, both Full Successes, then shoots the wounded man on the floor. Then she takes off her biker helmet and tears into the neck of the cowering enforcer, drinking him to death. No roll needed for the bite, though she does get a Partial Success on the Reflex roll that determines how messy it is when a vampire drinks. She restores herself from 5/7 Composure to 7/7 Composure this way. She tosses the gun on the couch, goes to the kitchen to get a napkin to wipe the blood off her chin and lips, then goes outside to get her bike out of the truck and drive away to the address they told her to check it out.

One of the things that makes this "defining" I think is that while it was badass it was also extremely soberingly violent and brutal. This was a situation where she did not have to kill those men, but she did it because she was uncertain of the safety of her own mortal friend she had been working with if she let them live, so she had no qualms about pulling the trigger. Something that is often repeated about her is that all the things that make her the most dangerous have nothing to do with her being a vampire. She’s near ruthless and absolutely committed to the safety of her friends, whether her friends like it or not.

Something similar would play out again in another later campaign where she killed several unarmed and essentially helpless men basically right in front of another mortal friend, Burnadette, to ensure Burnadette’s safety, since they worked for a group that were after Burnadette and had seen her face.

When Burnadette wasn’t happy about that. Yvette told her (extremely paraphrased) that if Burnadette had just stayed out of sight like she was told none of that would’ve happened and she did it to protect her. And as long as she(Yvette) cannot be stopped, she’s going to do whatever she considers necessary to protect the meek and helpless. If Burnadette has a problem with it, she can try and stop her.

When Burnadette tried to tackle her, she practically bounced off Yvette just standing there even though Burnadette is almost a foot taller.

Yvette did not fully understand why Burnadette did not want to talk to her for a while after that, and was more distressed by the silent treatment than by the killing.

Another favorite in-game moment of mine that’s sorta related is something that happened in one of the very first Eureka playtests, back before Composure or any monster besides vampire even a thing.

The investigators, including Yvette, had caught out a wealthy, influential “pillar of the community” in a lie about the disappearance of his secretary, and he told them in no uncertain terms that they had until the next day to leave town, and if he saw them again he would tell the police chief to have them arrested and disappeared.

The party slept in the same building for safety that night, and weren’t really sure what to do about that. They might be screwed and have to leave, but they decided to wait until morning to decide if they were going to leave or not.

Yvette was seemingly the last one awake that night, like every night, and seemingly the first one awake in the morning, just like every morning. When it came on the news that the “pillar of the community” guy had been found that morning decapitated on the ground outside his office, the party saw sweet innocent young Yvette covering her mouth and gasping in shock, staring at the TV screen in horror.

But at least this meant they didn’t have to leave town.

(Yes, she did it.)

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how would it be when jenna and g!p reader have their first baby together? like the preparations and the labor 🥺🥺

GET ME | DRABBLE 1

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: fluff again

Words: 1.2k

A/N: I LOVE THEM.

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Your parents had come around after they let themselves calm down. Getting Jenna pregnant, so early on was a shock for them. But they accepted it and began to help you and Jenna prepare for the baby's arrival. They even offered to help with the financial costs of raising the child.

You and Jenna were both grateful for the support. You both knew that you wouldn't be able to manage this on your own. You were thankful that your parents had come around and accepted the situation. But you didn't want to ask them for help right away. So, you began doing stuff by yourself as Jenna relaxed in your new home together.

The first thing you did was get rid of your motorcycle, as much as it hurt. You traded it in for an SUV, hoping it would be more practical for what was ahead. Jenna was confused when you surprised her with it, though.

"Ta-da!" Jenna furrows her eyebrows, staring at the car in front of her. She doesn't even move a muscle, she just stares at it, blinking every now and then. "You don't like it?" You ask her, lowering your hands. Jenna slowly shakes her head, narrowing her eyes at you. "It's...pink."

You laugh and shrug, "It was the only one available!" You then point at the interior, "But check out the interior!" Jenna finally cracks a smile and steps closer to the car, inspecting it more closely. "The seats are... purple." You nod, "I know, I thought it was a nice touch."

"Why is the carpet fuzzy?" You grin, "That's to keep your feet warm in the winter. It's like having a personal heating system!" Jenna shakes her head, "Where'd you buy this car?"

You shrug, "I got it from this dude off OfferUp. He said it was the best car he ever owned." Jenna smiles, "Well, it has some unusual features." You nod, "That's why I love it!"

Jenna holds out her hand, "Let me see the keys." You pass them over and she starts the engine. Music blares from the speakers and Jenna's eyes light up. "It's like a party on wheels!" You exclaim.

She immediately turns off the car, shaking her head. "I'm not putting our baby in this truck." She gets out of the truck and hands you the keys. "We'll have to find another car." She says as she starts walking back into the house.

You frown and turn to the car. "She didn't mean that." You take one more look at the truck before turning away and following your girlfriend back into the house.

The next project was the baby's room. You had invited Eli over to help you. Jenna wanted everything white, except the walls. She wanted those gray. As Eli was painting you started building the crib.

The entire thing was stressing you out. "You're the worst fucking handyman to ever live," Eli says to you, letting out a loud laugh. You grip the instruction manual tighter, glaring at your best friend. "Please shut the fuck up."

Eli just laughed harder and you playfully rolled your eyes in response. After a couple of minutes, you thought you had everything down pack. It was beginning to look like a crib and you were almost done. "I'm fucking her! Like, no one can top me." You say, smiling. Eli laughs at you, shrugging. "I don't know. You think might be her."

"I'm definitely her." You continue to work on the crib, putting the finishing touches on it. You step back and admire your work, feeling a sense of pride. You turn to Eli and smile, "I'm definitely the best. No one can beat this." Eli shakes his head smiling as he finishes the last bit of the wall.

As if on cue, Jenna walks into the room. Jenna looks at the wall and remarks, "I think I want it pink and blue." She looks at the crib and it literally falls apart, piece by piece.

Your mouth drops and your head snaps to Eli. The two of you share a look of disbelief. Eli pulls out his toolbox and sets to work, mumbling under his breath. He looks up at you and shakes his head. "This is going to be a long night."

You roll up your sleeves and start helping Eli, gathering the pieces of the crib. Jenna just shakes her head, leaving the room.

You didn't think pregnant women had such bad mood swings, but Jenna proved you wrong. One second she'd cling onto you for dear life and the next she'd be kicking you out of bed. She was always unpredictable and kept you guessing.

You would never know what kind of Jenna you'd get when you walked into the room. But no matter what, you stayed by her side and gave her all the love and support she needed.

Like today, you stood there watching as Jenna made pancakes. You didn't know if you should hug her or act like she wasn't there. She turned around and saw you standing there, a smile spreading across her face.

You smiled back and went to hug her but she pushed you away shaking her head. You stepped back, feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to do. Jenna stepped towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning back to the stove.

You stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. She finished making the pancakes and stepped back, motioning for you to sit down and eat. You two shared breakfast and conversation for hours, and you felt closer to her than ever before.

You stood up from the table, Jenna following behind, making your way back to the kitchen together. Jenna walks in front of you, a bit too fast and her fork drops from her plate, falling onto the ground.

She bends over in front of you, her ass in your face. You pause for a moment, your eyes drawn to her curves. She stands up and turns around, asking you the world's craziest question. "Do you like men?"

You quickly shake your head no as your face flushes with embarrassment. She narrows her eyebrows at you, "Then why didn't you slap my ass just then?" Your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out, so you just shrug in response. "Um..." Finally, you muster something out. "Did you want me to?"

"No." Is all she says before moving to wash the dishes.

You stand there, feeling awkward and confused. You slowly back away, unsure how to proceed.

When Jenna went into labor it was scary, exciting, and did you mention scary? She screamed your name from the kitchen and you rushed up from the couch, running over to her.

"I think my water broke!" She yells at you. You look around, "UH! HOW DO WE FIX THAT?!" Jenna takes a deep breath and glares at you, "We don't need to fix it, it's time to go to the hospital!"

You nod in agreement and quickly grab the hospital bag you had packed earlier. As you rush out the door, you can't help but feel a wave of excitement and anticipation as the two of you start the next chapter of your lives.

You arrive at the hospital and the staff quickly takes over, guiding you to the delivery room. You take a deep breath and squeeze Jenna's hand, ready to welcome your new baby into the world.

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TPP Prime team BIOS

Emilia Ocasio - Prime age: 25-38. Current age: 42. Poten type: Manipulate- Uses raw energy manifestations to fight. Core color - Blue

TPP squad's charismatic and talented leader. She's lively and pretty darn spunky, Emilia takes what she does with a lot of heart and cares about her family, friends and the city she grew up in. Though it puts the weight of the world on her shoulder. She can be a hot-headed sometimes she figuring out what it means to be a good leader among many aspects of her adult life. Currently she's playing the worlds hardest game of Carmen sandiago

Jaylen (Jay) D. Franklin - Prime age: 28-41. Current age: 45. Poten type: Manipulate- produces powerful energy shock waves. Core color - Green

Jay was the second in command and the easiest dude to get along with. He's a close family friend and close friend to Emilia since she was young (He dated her sister but it didn't work out lol) So she's like a little sister to him. After the team disbanded he opened a record store that the go-to place for many people. He's happy to tell the stories from his past to the kids but does his best to stay out of hunting business to protect him and and his family.

Gadiel Marques - Prime age: 26-39. Current age: 43. Poten type: Elemental- Fire. Core color - yellow

Team pretty boy who use to have gorgeous long hair (sorry not picture ;.;) , now is a humble family convince store owner in of Center city who has a confusing but cozy sense of fashion. He can be a little eccentric at times but is pretty laid-back, sarcastic, and pragmatic when it warrants it.

Charlotte (Lottie) Rockwall - Prime age: 22-35. Current age: 39. Poten type: Materialize- gun blaster. Core Color - "Chartreuse"

Lottie is a real cutie with a Atlanta accent. team's weapon specialist and sharpshooter. will not hesitant to sprint after you in high heels. Currently she's a well traveled and fashion critic writing blogs and making videos. You might see her riding down the street on her green moped.

Eira Drake - Prime age: 25-38. Current age: 42. Poten type: Ice. Core color - blue (like an icy blue)

Hot, brooding one with a cool sports motorcycle. Eira tends to keep to herself and needed a chance to warm up to Emilia because she didn't quite trust her as leader yet. But Eira is Emilia worth rival as they have many similar skills. since the over saturation Eira's hair began to turn icy white as a strange side effect. Currently Eira works as a hired gun and is working a very weird job at the moment of watching over this rich guys son named Blake who likes to call her Elsa. Pays a lot of money. Eira also has a crazy romance going on with a chemistry teacher named Ellie who is much more than she seems.

Damien Lee - Prime age: 23-36. Current age: 40. Poten type: Materialize- Bow staff. Core color- Red

An asshole who has a huge crush on Emilia lol. wears those glasses because he thinks it makes him look cool. despite that he is very good at getting his hands on information. The stress from the over saturation gave him a white streak in his hair. not as cool as Eira tho lol. Since the team disbanded he's been difficult to contact. Apparently his been doing some black market unnatural trade, commiting heist etc etc with his own band of cronies. He gets caught sneaking into the Union Institute by Nick but makes a deal with him to get classified Info about the original tpp from UHA in exchange for not getting arrested.

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Always

Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

*Requested*

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 4,711

Summary: One night, you’re walking home from campus when you hear someone following you. Things escalate quickly and before you know it a strange man has you pinned against the wall with his fist around your throat. You manage to get loose but not far when he lands a punch to your face, sending you to the concrete. Little did he know, drawing blood was the rescue call you needed when a motorcycle pulls up in front of you.

Warnings: sexual harassment (it’s over before anything serious happens), physical assault, blood, violence, cursing, smut, vampire bites/blood sucking

The night air was eerily cold and quiet as I left the campus gym to head home for the weekend. This area wasn't always the safest at night, but I convinced myself the short walk to the subway wouldn't be too much of a risk. Though the dim moonlight shaded by clouds and the deserted roads lit weakly by flickering streetlights did little to help protect me as I started my way down the sidewalk.

The distant sounds of night traffic and city life calmed me for the time being and the subway was in sight before I knew it. Only one block left to go and I was out of harms way. Until I started to hear something approaching. Footsteps. Distant, somewhere behind me. Slow at first, but then picked up their pace. So I did the same, speeding up to a fast walk and eventually a jog as I tried to close the distance between me and the stairway down to the subway. All I had to do was cross the street-

"What's the hurry, baby?" The man's deep, grossly taunting tone elicited a sickly chill sensation in my body warning of danger. Stupidly, my feet froze in fear, choosing neither fight nor flight. "Come here, just let me talk to you a second." His footsteps grew closer and I finally snapped out of it, turning towards him and grabbing my pepper spray from my bag.

"Don't come any closer!" I shouted, holding the mace up in front of me. The man looked to be in his 30s with long, greasy hair and a cocky grimace that showed off a few silver teeth.

He halted his movements, raising his own hands in mock defense. "Woah, woah, easy there," he chuckled in a way that I knew was condescending, like he thought my attempt to protect myself was pathetic. "I was just gonna offer you a ride, that's all."

I scoffed, staring him down. "I don't need a ride," I said firmly, about two seconds away from turning on my heel and sprinting in the opposite direction. Although, the dude's muscles exposed by the white wifebeater he had on told me I stood little chance of winning that race, so that was out of the question.

"Alright, you don't need a ride," he repeated, advancing towards me once more. I started taking a few steps backwards so that he couldn't close the distance. "Then maybe there's something else I can offer you." The smirk on his face made me sick to my stomach. He kept getting closer, his steps reaching further than mine. This situation was getting worse by the minute and I knew if I didn't act now this wouldn't end well for me.

"I don't want anything from you-" I yelled just as I pressed down on the pepper spray, but nothing managed to come out of it before he swatted it out of my hand, moving so fast he looked like a blur. There was no time for me to escape now when he backed me against the nearest building with his hand around my throat.

"I was trying-" his tone dripped with anger as his grip tightened, cutting off my airway, "to be nice!" My hands desperately clawed at his massive fingers but it was no use. He was too strong. So I hiked my knee up and did the only thing I knew to do.

When it landed forcefully between his legs, his hold on my neck loosened and I took my chance to run. "Help!" I screamed, hoping that someone nearby might hear me. Then I remembered. There was someone. "Help, I need you, Y-"

My last word was interrupted by a searing pain in my face that sent me crashing into the concrete. His fist had landed an excruciating punch to my jaw and I could already feel the bruise forming beneath my skin. My hand reached up to assess the damage and came back with a smear of red on my fingertips from the fresh cut on my bottom lip. Blood.

"Oh dude, you really shouldn't have done that," I mumbled, knowing exactly what was coming next.

"Why?" he chuckled again, utterly oblivious to his impending doom. "Are you gonna beat me up or something?" he said like a twelve-year-old boy mocking his little sister.

"Not me," I replied, grinning when I heard the familiar hum of a motorcycle approaching.

The man went silent as the low rumbling grew louder and headlights soon blinded us from the right. I watched from my spot on the ground as the bike stopped a yard or so away from us and a black figure got off. Still towering over me, my attacker tried to act tough but I knew he was seconds away from cowering in fear. I, on the other hand, finally felt at ease.

"And who the fuck are you?" He yelled, annoyed that someone had interrupted him.

The figure slowly took off the helmet, balanced it on the seat of the bike, and walked into the light. When the man got a view of the biker's appearance—short brown hair, innocent-looking feminine features, slim but muscular body covered by a black leather jacket and jeans—he scoffed. "This is what I'm supposed to be afraid of?" His finger pointed lazily at her while his eyes were focused on me. Big mistake.

I smirked. "You will be."

He merely had time to furrow his eyebrows before the woman in front of him reached out to crack his finger in one effortless snap, spin him around, press him face first into the building, and pin his arm behind his back. He screamed in agony at his now broken appendage and started whimpering like a wounded animal from the painful position she was holding him in.

"Did you hurt her?" She growled, her other forearm digging into the top of his back, making his face scrape painfully against the brick wall.

"Ow, ow- no, no I didn't," he whined, exposing himself for the true coward he was, scared of a 5'7 twenty-six-year-old woman.

"Then why the fuck is she bleeding?" Her voice had grown harsher by the minute as she bent his arm further in the wrong direction.

"Ow, please- I-I don't know," he pleaded, but she wasn't having it.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" She yelled, releasing his arm only to turn him around and slam his back into the wall so that they were face to face. Her eyes were so intense as she stared back into his that I swear I almost saw them turn red and the pressure of her forearm against his chest never weakened. He couldn't even squirm against her, her hold was so tight. "Did you hurt her?" She repeated, narrowing her eyes at him.

His body seemed to still and his pupils dilated as he stared, hypnotized by her gaze. "Yes," he finally answered truthfully.

I could practically see the anger boiling in her as her jaw clenched, but she managed to keep her voice calm. "Are you going to do it again?" She asked.

"Y-" he started to answer until she clutched his collarbone, tightening her grip so much that the bone beneath her fingers started cracking. "No," he yelled, half in agony, half to answer her question.

"Say. It." she seethed, digging her thumb further into his collar with each word.

"I'm never going to hurt her again," he stuttered weakly. She stared at him for a moment, making sure he was truly convinced.

"Good," she said, finally satisfied, before her gaze turned mean again. "Now, run."

The man didn't wait any longer to question whether her threat was real or not, instead sprinting away the second she loosened her hold on him. I half expected her to go chasing after him to make sure he couldn't even make the decision to break his promise, but I knew she wasn't like that anymore. She knew I never liked seeing that side of her.

"Yoohyeon," I called out, seeing her eyes still trained on his receding figure as he hobbled away in pain.

Without hesitation, she was crouched down on the ground in front of me in a flash, eyes now soft and touches gentle. "Are you okay?" Her voice came out as a whisper and I knew she felt bad that she wasn't there sooner to protect me.

"Thanks to you," I reassured her with a small smile. Though it turned into a grimace immediately after, a sharp sting of pain reminding me of the cut on my lip. Yoohyeon frowned, her hand reaching out to hold my cheek.

"You're bleeding," she whispered, her eyes darkening at the fact.

"I'm okay," I insisted once more, grabbing ahold of her hand. Her skin was cool against mine. "Will you take me home?" I whispered.

She smiled sadly. "Of course."

Without giving me a chance to do it myself, Yoohyeon lifted me up off the ground and walked me over to her motorcycle. After tightening my backpack on my back, she demanded that I wear the helmet. She would always insist that she didn't need it anyways. Giving in, I let her help me put it on, careful not to make my injury any worse than it already was.

Once she made sure the buckle was secured under my chin, she took her seat on the bike and held her hand out to me. I grabbed it, her strong grip making it easy to steady myself and swing my leg over to take my place behind her. Out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around her torso and leaned into her. One of her hands rested on top of mine for just a moment before she started the engine and I knew it was her way of reminding me that she would always protect me.

After tonight, I knew I'd never have to doubt that again.

-

We made it back to my house not long after and, when I walked inside, Yoohyeon ended up hesitating in the doorway. I sat my bag down in the hall and took my shoes off before noticing her there, looking over at me like a lost puppy who had just shown up at my doorstep, waiting to be let in.

I smiled at her as best as I could with my split lip. "It's okay, you can come in."

She smiled shyly, staring at the ground and stepping through the threshold. Just as I had done, she took her shoes off at the entryway and followed behind me as I walked into the kitchen. She stayed silent, just watching as I dug through the fridge for an ice pack. It was unusual how quiet she was being. Maybe seeing me hurt had really shaken her up. But even then, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. I was lucky I had someone like her to look out for me, but I wondered if it was starting to take a toll on her. Or if it was something else entirely.

Settling on a bag of frozen vegetables for a makeshift ice pack, I closed the fridge and leaned back against the counter to place it on my face. The bag never got to make contact with my skin, Yoohyeon's hand darting up to stop my movements. I don't even remember when she got in front of me, but now she stood mere inches away. Her eyes were locked onto my lips as she brought her thumb up to brush against my bottom one. It stopped just before reaching the cut and she swallowed thickly, staring at the dried blood there.

Her gaze flicked up to mine, eyes darker than I had ever seen them before, and she muttered, "Can I-"

"Yes," I rushed out, already knowing exactly what she wanted.

Her hand holding my wrist let go and moved to the nape of my neck. I discarded the bag of vegetables on the counter behind us and clung to her waist as she leaned in. Her lips met my bottom one in a gentle kiss, almost as if she was testing the waters. When I didn't pull back from the pain, she repeated her actions, only this time she began sucking down on my lip without pulling back. I gasped, more out of surprise than pain, feeling her tongue swipe over the cut. Her fingers gripped the back of my hair and she got more greedy now that she had finally gotten a taste of what she really wanted.

She was quickly getting carried away and the moment I felt something start to pierce my lip, I had to push her back. If she actually still used her lungs, I was sure she would've been panting while she stared back at me, eyes glowing a crimson red as two sharp fangs slowly hung from her mouth.

"Are you hungry?" I asked in a whisper, though the answer was already obvious.

"Yes," she whispered back—more so because she was embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"Okay." I gave her a soft peck on the lips before she stepped back. "Come on," I said softly and she let me pull her up the stairs and into my bedroom without question.

I took a seat on the bed and looked over to see her standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Come here," I laughed, gesturing her over. She nearly teleported to the edge of the bed, giving me the chance to grab her arm and pull her on top of me. I'm sure she would've fumbled into me if she didn't have such fast reflexes, but she did, allowing her to catch herself with her arms on either side of me and one of her legs landed between mine. She stayed like that for a moment, just staring down at me like she didn't know what to do. Her fangs had retracted, but her eyes were still glowing, telling me she was nervous.

"Why are you acting so shy today?" I asked softly, reaching up to pull her face towards me. She still just stared into my eyes while I tucked her short hair behind her ear. Something about the way she was acting had my heart racing. "I know you'd never hurt me. You know that, right?" I whispered, tracing her jawline with my thumb and soaking in her pretty features.

Her eyes scanned slowly across my face for a second before she finally leaned in. She was more gentle and restrained this time around, careful not to be too greedy, but still intentionally cherishing each and every kiss I gave her. And it was sweet—like so sweet that she was making me fall harder in love with her with each kiss—but after a few minutes, the feeling of her cool, full lips sucking the warmth from my own and leaving me lightheaded was making me want more.

"Take this off," I breathed against her lips, tugging at her leather jacket. She finished the kiss before leaning back to sit up and do as I asked. I felt my face heat up when she finally removed it, her sleeveless shirt underneath showing off her biceps that flexed when she leaned back down to continue kissing me. My hands trailed down her arms, admiring the curve of her muscles before making their way to the hem of her shirt. She leaned further into me, transferring all her weight onto one hand to use the other to hold my face.

When my fingers edged their way up under her shirt, she slipped her tongue over my lip. I parted mine, allowing her to finally deepen the kiss. Our tongues met just as my fingers grazed over her abs and the sensation caused her to sigh into my mouth. My heart pounded in my ears but I knew she could hear it too when one of her hands grabbed both of mine, slowly leading them up her torso and under her sports bra. She whined and lowered her body further into mine when my fingers brushed across her nipples. Her kisses quickly became less coordinated and I knew she was starting to lose her self control. But I wanted to enjoy this for longer—until she really couldn't hold back anymore—so I pushed her up before she lost it completely.

Our lips separated and my lungs fought for oxygen while hers remained still. It was an unfair advantage, especially when she got carried away, completely forgetting that I needed to breathe. Sometimes I thought about how, if we had both been turned, we could kiss for days on end without ever needing to take a breath. But then I remembered, waiting makes the reward so much better.

So, I decided to drag it out, not letting her have what she wanted just yet. While she was still on top of me, I took the chance to slip her shirt off over her head and throw it to the side. She tried to lean back down to kiss me again, clearly impatient, but I pushed her over and straddled her. Sitting up, I took a moment to take in every inch of her perfectly sculpted abs, burning the image into my memory—not that I needed to given her literal immortality and self-proclaimed undying love for me. Even still, I didn't get to see them every day (though I wouldn't doubt she'd let me stare at her shirtless for as long as I wanted if I asked).

She watched me intently as I shamelessly checked her out, her hands now gripping my thighs almost painfully while she fought to contain her hunger. She never lasted much longer. So I took my shirt off, slowly, as her eyes were on me, because I knew it drove her crazy. Still, she didn't make a move to take over again, showing me how good she could be for me. I ran a hand across her stomach, leaning down into her. I almost thought her skin felt colder than normal, but I knew it was because my body temperature had grown so hot.

Her hand moved to my waistband, while her eyes followed mine as they raked up her body and landed on her face. I couldn't help but stare at her skin that lacked any blemishes or beauty marks besides the cute little mole on her nose and her features that looked like they were crafted so carefully and intentionally by the gods above. She quite easily had to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and it baffled me to think that she craved no one other than me.

Overwhelmed by this feeling of intense admiration, all I could do was kiss her. And that must've been what she was waiting for, because she met me half way, pulling me into her by the back of my neck. "You're so perfect," I told her when I pulled back, sending the tiny amount of blood she currently had in her body rushing to her cheeks.

I kissed her on the lips one more time before moving to place kisses across her jawline and down her neck. Her skin was like cool, smooth silk and the heat of my lips left a trail of fire in their wake that I knew she was addicted to. She gripped the back of my head as I planted kisses above her bra and down her stomach, trying her best to enjoy this moment even though her hunger was fighting to take over. As I neared her waistband and started sucking down on the soft skin above it, she started to break.

"Y/N," her voice came out weak and I peered up at her to see her jaw clenched and eyes desperate. The hand that wasn't gripping my hair had already torn a hole in the sheets from how much she was holding back.

My stomach fluttered knowing how worked up she was just for me and I crawled back up to her. "I know," I whispered before kissing her. She didn't kiss back as much as she wanted to and I soon found out why when I felt her fangs slowly growing from her mouth. I smirked and hummed happily against her lips. "You've been so good for me, baby," I praised, rubbing my fingers across her jawline while kissing her again. She whined as her fangs grew their full length and pushed me back so that she didn't bite into my bottom lip.

"Sorry," she mumbled, embarrassed that what I said was finally what got to her.

"Don't apologize," I smiled and kissed her on the cheek before rolling off of her to lay on my back. "I'd say I've made you wait long enough already," I said, suddenly feeling nerves rise in my chest when she got back on top of me. Though they all went away when I looked up to see her staring down at me with two little white teeth peeking out from beneath her top lip, resembling a giant puppy.

"Are you su-"

"Yes, I'm sure," I cut her off with a gentle laugh. "You're sweet, but you don't have to ask me every time." I pushed myself up and kissed her bottom lip to show that I was being sincere. "I promise it's okay," I whispered and rubbed my nose against hers before laying back down. "I'll push you back if it gets too much, okay?"

She stared at me a second longer before whispering, "okay." I settled back into the bed and made myself comfortable before flipping my hair to one side, out of the way of my neck. She lowered herself onto me, kissing along my jaw as much as her fangs would allow her. The gesture was a million times sweeter knowing how hard it was for her to resist sinking her teeth into me right away. She leaned onto her forearm while her other hand met my waist, gently rubbing across the skin there to try and keep me relaxed. Her lips planted a few weak kisses down my neck, working me up to what she was about to do. I reached my left hand up to brush her hair behind her ear before settling my hands at the back of her neck.

She gave me one final peck against my pulse point to show her gratitude before grabbing the opposite side of my neck for leverage and sinking her fangs into my skin. I inhaled, one of my hands instinctively tangling itself into her hair while the other moved to clutch the back of her hand. The initial bite was never enjoyable, a searing pain spreading across my body as her teeth tore through layers of skin like needles piercing my vein, but the sensation of her cold thumb rubbing soothingly over my fingers that were now tightly wrapped around her palm managed to distract me long enough to get past the worst of it.

It barely lasted a few seconds and the following feeling made the pain more than worth it. Her bottom lip pressed into my neck as she started sucking down, draining the blood from my veins at an intoxicatingly slow pace. She could feel every beat of my heart as I could, relishing the way it sped up just for her. As much as she was addicted to the taste of me and had the uncontrollable urge to drink her share in seconds, she learned to enjoy the process and take her time. It only took a few feedings and an impulsive hand sliding past my waistband for her to figure out that the experience was just as pleasurable for me as it was for her.

I pushed her off of me that night, embarrassed she caught how turned on I had gotten from the feeling. But, this time, the strangely intoxicating sensation of blood rushing through my veins and Yoohyeon's mouth latched onto my throat kept me from stopping her hand as it traveled down my body. Instead, my free hand joined my other, locking my fingers together at the nape of her neck.

Before she reached my shorts, she paused, silently asking for permission. Her incessant sucking had me growing dizzier every second, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone spoken sentences. All I could manage was a feeble, "please."

Within a second, her hand slipped beneath my shorts, more than happy to grant my request. I gasped and tightened my grip in her hair, subconsciously bucking my hips the moment her cold fingers brushed across my clit. A wave of pleasure like I had never felt before overtook my body. I could feel her voluntarily inhale into my neck at my reaction, edging her to dip her fingers lower. It didn't take long for her to feel just how soaked she made me, forcing a stifled moan from her throat that vibrated against my neck. I whined, tightening my thighs around her hand at the sound.

Yoohyeon continued sucking and started a similarly slow, mind-numbing rhythm rubbing her fingers against me. The pain of her feeding off of me and the sensation of her icy skin against mine heightened my senses, making every little touch a million times more intense. It was almost too much, it felt so good, and the longer it went on, the more overwhelming it became. I had been close since the moment she bit me, making her teasing pace absolute torture.

"Yoohyeon," I said breathlessly, feeling a thousand degrees too hot.

There was no need to say more when she plunged one of her long, slim fingers inside of me without warning. Something between a gasp and a moan escaped my lips and my hand reached down to grab her wrist. She was much stronger than she realized and I hadn't grown used to her yet. She immediately started to pull back, misreading my reaction.

"I-it's okay," I said breathlessly, keeping her hand in place. Still, she didn't make a move to continue and the sudden lack of contact was driving me crazy. "Please, Yoohyeon," I gripped her wrist tighter, "I need you."

Yoohyeon didn't hesitate any longer, sliding her finger back in and returning that excruciating wave of pleasure she had just taken away from me all at once. I lifted my hips off the bed to meet her pace, her finger reaching deeper with each slow, tantalizing pump. Even with how gentle she was this time, I could feel myself seconds away from coming undone underneath her. Realizing she was acting so shy because of how desperate she had been to fuck me ever since she found out I was just as turned on by her feeding from me as she was almost sent me over the edge alone. And it would've eventually, had she not suddenly added a second finger, her relentless roughness as she stretched my walls and sucked me dry of the very thing keeping me alive catalyzing my climax instead, finally sending me over.

Now I understood why they called it a 'little death,' because I felt it. My heart stopping for a full few seconds, my mind losing all capacity to function, my voice unable to do anything other than call out and my body ascending to the heavens as the pleasure surely only angels were capable of gifting washed over me in waves. Waves that Yoohyeon rode out with me, her fingers making sure I felt every last drop of pleasure each of them had to offer while she kissed my neck, drawing the high out as long as possible to show just how much she felt for me. Insurmountable. Inexplicable. And yet I knew its value. I knew what it was.

"I love you," was the one thing I could process as I came crashing back down, only to be caught in her embrace. I love you, as if she still had to say it after letting me feel it in a much deeper way than words could ever even begin to articulate. And yet she did. "Always."

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad account OT5Stan4Life**

[gretchensinister]

Babylon 5 rewatch, S1 E16: Eyes

It's the motorcycle!

This is presented as a regular gearhead thing, but like. This is a 266 year old vehicle. This is an VERY UNUSUAL HOBBY. His perspective and experiences make sense for something 50-60 years old, but not something five times that! I honestly love poking at this kind of thing for Garibaldi. He probably has like, grad student level knowledge of the 20th century in certain fields. Won a manual in blackjack game WITH OTHER HISTORIAN SUPER-NERDS must have been

These guys might have "Sinister" stamped on their foreheads, omg.

Burger and Green Drink mmm love it when my drink matches the lighting

11 years till no more gas motorcycles put it on the calendar

Baby Monk Learns About Motorcycles

This guy's a dickhead

This is going to turn into more human supremacy stuff isn't it?

And Psycorp reaches out its creepy arms again

History NERD (Abbot and Costello???)

The interwebs...

I know a lot of stuff has to be verbal to make computer use work on TV but it is such a big security risk

Take a HINT dude

"Why didn't your commander protest the actions of the eldritch entities living on your station?"

I don't remember the whole situation from the show, but I hope Mars gets its independence.

Maybe I should chant over my complicated projects (this is the most we've seen of Lenier in one episode so far, isn't it?)

The part about Ivanova feeling her own mother's love via telepathy really stuck with me through the years.

BESTER MENTIONED >:(

Talia bothered Ivanova many times, too. Why do telepaths not just leave her alone when she says to?

I think they've gotta find some dirt on this guy?

I wonder if this guy's stated perception of Sinclair is true, because to me Sinclair certainly does seem like a competent commander

Communications delayed due to the speed of light might have been better in this situation with that useless senator

Now why did so many people get involved in that fight with THE COMMANDER?

What a terrible, terrible vibe for EVERYTHING this guy has

I feel like even with the triumphant punch and everything this situation would be still really complicated to resolve later?

Oh no, Lenier finished it :( But it does look nice :)

Good to have things back to normal :) (The motorcycle in the station stuck with me, too.)

[dollywheeler]

September 28th, 1996

[Incoming call, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:08 am]

*distant voices and laughter in the background* *sound of multiple car engines* *beeping of a car horn* E: Dusty-Bun, is that you? D: Hey, El! E: Hold on - *beep of a button being pressed* *thudding sound of a handset hitting a wooden surface*- you're on speaker! W: *mumbled* Good morning- *stifled yawn* or afternoon or whatever D: How was the game? *sound of someone shuffling into the room* M: *far away but getting closer* You’d know if you were here, asshole!

D: It’s called work, Michael. We can’t all have weekends off. M: Yeah, right, because an all-expenses paid trip is such a slag. D: You’re just jealous! *ring of a bicycle bell* D: You’ll never guess where I’m calling from. M: If you say the toilet again, I swear- D: That was a mind-boggling experience, jackass! You should have been more appreciative! M: We’ve been using walkie’s since fifth grade, dude, pretty sure you’ve called us while taking a shit before. D: I wasn’t in another state then! We’re not even on the same continent right now and - *motorcycle in the background getting louder before receding again* W: Just tell us where you’re at, Dustin. D: Fine - I'm in front of La Sagrada Familia! M: So you’re looking at a construction site? I’m sooooo envious- D: You so are! Both of my trip and my sexy sexy mobile phone! M: We- W: Stop bickering! *the slap of skin hitting skin* M: *rustling fabric* OW! This is abuse! W: Leave me at the altar then, you baby. M: Your baby. D: *over the sound of far-away laughter* You guys are a fucking nightmare. E: I should have stayed home. M: Yeah, you should have! *sound of metal rattling* *sound of books thudding to the ground* M: EL! You can't just come into our house and -

E: Be nice to me, then! D: El, when are you getting here? E: I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon - dad’s dropping me off at the airport at 2 and I have a layover in New York. I should land around 10 am local time. *rustling of fabric* *the creaking of the springs of the couch cushions* W: *getting farther away* Stop planning your trips in front of us! M: Yeah, some of us don’t have our flights paid for by the government. And SOME of us care about our friends! *sound of books getting picked up* W: *distantly* And family! M: Yes, thank you, babe. W: *voice getting louder, closer* It’s called homecoming for a reason, Dustin! D: How many times am I going to have to apologize? M: Until you’re actually here for homecoming next year! *sound of springs squeaking as someone flops back onto the couch* D: I’ll be there at thanksgiving! You could see me next week if you wanted to! M: Yeah, but you broke the tradition! Which means the streak is broken and there'll be less pressure to come next year so someone else won’t be able to make it and it’s all ruined and it’s your fault! D: Relax; no one’s going to miss it next year. I wouldn’t have either if I’d known you were going to be such a stickler about it. W: How didn’t you know? Mike’s always this whiny about this kind of thing. *fabric rustling* D: Hey, Will, you know, I could still introduce you to my colleague Steward? Offer's always open- W: Oh no, I agree with Mike, Dusty. His bitching makes sure I don’t have to whine about it - that’s exactly why I said yes to his proposal. M: *scoff* Yeah, that’s why and not the mind-blowing- W: Mike, think very carefully about what you say next and remember that until this is legally binding I can still take Catherine and leave! M: As if Catherine would choose you! *fabric rustling* W: Fuck off. *sound of air kisses* E: Dustin, I might just call Bernard and tell him to get me an earlier flight. M: You don’t have to be here, El, you’re the one that broke in at too-fucking-early o’clock- E: Mom and dad sleep in on Saturdays! I was bored! M: And we don’t? Some of us have to wake up at six every morning to get to work! E: Oh pish posh. W: *tiredly* Mike, don’t antagonize my sister. M: Will, don’t defend my ex-girlfriend. *springs squeaking* M: Will- No wait come back- *feet hitting the ground* *running footsteps* *shuffling and clothing rustling* *giggling* E: *loud sigh* I wish Max were here already. D: *crackling connection* Where are they? *cut-off yelp in the distance* *sound of head thudding against the wall* *giggling* E: They’re still asleep upstairs.

D: Did Lucas- *sound of someone grunting as they're pushed backwards* *sound of someone jumping over a couch* *sound of springs bouncing as El yelps* M: Wait a second - *sound of handset getting picked up* *clicking of a button* Will, can you and El start on breakfast please? *muffled protest in the distance* *confused shuffling* M: Thanks, babe. E: Why can’t I just stay- W: *distantly* El, just come in here! E: *muttered* whatever, stupid men...*couch cushions shifting* D: Is she gone? M: Yeah and I’ve taken you off speaker. D: SO? M: *fabric rustling* *couch cushions shifting* Okay, Lucas got the r-i-n-g, but he’s not sure when or how yet. He’s thinking of doing it at Thanksgiving with his family, but he’s worried Max might want something more private. D: She’s going to say ‘yes’ anyway. Tell him to do it with his family around. And to stop being a coward. M: I’ll let you tell him - they’re just coming down the stairs. M: *shuffling of a phone pulled away from a face* Lucas, Dustin wants to tell you he loves you! *distant voices* *sound of phone getting handed over* L: Hey, man D: Ask her around your family and stop being a coward. Hell, why not just do it tonight? *rustling of wind* L: Love you too, Dusty-Bun. *distant voices* D: You guys really need to let that go. Even Suzy has stopped calling me that - most of the times. L: Ew, I don’t need to know that. D: You’re the one with your mind in the gutter, dude! L: Anyway, we are going to help chaperone the homecoming dance tonight. D: Seriously, all of you? That’s so lame. We used to curse the chaperones. L: Yeah, honestly we’re not happy about it either, but Mike and Will don't have a choice so they signed us up against our will as well. We’re only here for the weekend anyway - and as we’re good friends that actually want to spend time together… D: I know you all miss my beautiful face but you guys really should stop whining about it. It's unbecoming. L: *scoff* D: You can still ask Max - it would be cute! Remember the snow ball? L: Absolutely not. I’ll probably spend the entire night holding Max back from spiking the punch, anyway. Mx: *yelling from far away* If I’m going to have to spend my evening around high-schoolers AGAIN, I might as well have a little fun. And seriously these losers need it - it’s like they all have sticks up their butts all of a sudden. L: *grinning* Remember Junior prom? *loud rattling in the distance* W: *far away* EL! PUT THE PAN DOWN! E: *distantly* DON’T MENTION THAT! L: *sound of phone being lowered* *voice more distant* Oh come on, El! It was funny! W: *distantly* PUT IT DOWN! WE GOT THAT FROM MOM! L: *grazing of phone against ear* Anyway, how’s Spain? D: Great - I had a symposium this morning but I’m free-roaming this afternoon. L: That’s great dude - Oh, breakfast is almost ready. Max, you want to speak with Dustin? Mx: *closer than before* No, you know I hate that guy. *sound of fabric rustling* *giggling* *sound of a hand being slapped away* D: Love you too, Max! Mx: Stay safe, Dusty-Bun! Don’t forget my fucking magnet! D: I won’t! Where did Mike go? L: He’s playing referee in the kitchen. I’ll tell him goodbye for you. D: Thanks! Talk to you guys later! *distant chorus from the kitchen* Bye!

[Call disconnects, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:47 am]

[themculibrary]

Stucky + Samtasha Masterlist

Are You Lost In Paradise? (ao3) - dameronpoetry E, 54k

Summary: The one where Steve and Bucky are both actors who meet on the Evening Show with Clint Barton. They fall for each other hard - as you'd expect - but things get in the way - though no one falls off any trains.

This is a tale involving motorcycles, cuddling, disgustingly cute emails, terrifying Russian actresses, heartbreak, snarky New Yorkers, ridiculously convoluted plots between interested parties, and maybe, just maybe love.

Dude, Where’s My Pants? (ao3) - debwalsh steve/bucky, natasha/sam N/R, 3k

Summary: In which Steve wakes up with the man of his dreams in his bed ... but apparently that’s his crush’s worst nightmare.

What happens in Vegas may spell the end of a beautiful friendship.

It’s a good thing Nat and Sam aren’t going to allow Steve and Bucky to get away with not talking about what happened ...

Family Placement (ao3) - notlucy E, 88k

Summary: Steve Rogers had a train ticket in hand and the chance to begin again after losing everything in Brooklyn - his father, his mother, the comfort and familiarity of home. Going west meant the opportunity to become his own man and stake his claim on the wide, flat prairie.

Then, of course, there was Bucky Barnes.

Fire Alarms (ao3) - starlight_starbright E, 11k

Summary: Something sets the fire alarm of and, thankfully, Steve forgets his room key.

I literally cut myself out of my pants. Waste. Of. Money. (ao3) - relenafanel M, 6k

Summary: Hey friend of Sam’s can I get an opinion on this outfit? Bucky texted, attaching the selfie taken in Sam’s bathroom mirror.

He received an answer almost immediately. Bucky was almost expecting a lecture, or at least a concerned question about who had stolen Sam’s phone.

He got neither.

New text from Steve: What do you want it to say?

Or: Bucky strikes up a flirtation with a stranger over text message in the month leading up to Valentine's Day.

Laughter Lines (ao3) - drmcbones M, 100k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a rising Hollywood star with a tragic past and a reputation for driving his bodyguards away. Steve Rogers is a veteran with the same tragic past and the need to get back out in the world. The two of them have been estranged since they were teenagers, so when Steve joins SHIELD as a bodyguard, he is less than thrilled when he finds out that Bucky is his first assignment. But how bad can it be? They're both professional adults, right?

Wrong.

Murder on the Dancefloor (ao3) - 74days T, 3k

Summary: After getting over a bad relationship, Steve is taken out for a night on the town by his best friend Sam. However, when he sees his ex on the dancefloor with a much hotter guy, Steve decides to grab the nearest guy and make out with him. It's actually a really good decision - if you don't count getting thrown out of the club.

Poltergeists (ao3) - enemyofrome T, 17k

Summary: When the helicarriers blow up and the Winter Soldier goes on the run, he takes Steve with him. He's got a name written in Morse code on the inside of his arm, a ton of questions he doesn't know how to ask, and now, a new handler with absolutely zero sense of self-preservation to contend with. Life is hard.

In which Bucky tries to figure out whether he's a human being, Steve does everything he can to keep from losing him again, and there are lots of explosions.

Shoot a Hole into the Sun (ao3) - keire_ke, PR Zed (przed) T, 28k

Summary: It was Nat who'd noticed the pattern. Every afternoon at exactly the same time, Steve and Barnes would share a heart-in-their eyes-hug, and then moon over each other at a table in their favourite coffee shop in the Tower.

Sam and Nat spend their afternoons making fun of the old people in love. Which maybe isn't the smartest thing in the world when they just might be in love themselves.

The Daily Rogers (ao3) - Nonymos E, 32k

Summary: College AU. May contain exchange students, a Starbucks addiction, daddy issues, anger issues, closets and how to get out of them, the ever-ominous influence of social networks, various levels of betrayal, awfully poor life choices, but also, ultimately, real chunks of love.

The Right Way to Fall (ao3) - Taste_is_Sweet T, 41k

Summary: He's just scruffy enough that most people would avoid eye contact in case he asked them for change. But his eyes are startling blue and stark and wild, and he looks at Sam and Sam looks at him, and yeah. Turns out he knows where Bucky is after all.

Except, Sam reminds himself, this isn't Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier, who's gone completely, absolutely still like an animal trying to decide whether to attack or run. And Sam is suddenly, terribly aware of all the people around them: all the tourists and the kids on their field trips; all the families with their babies and toddlers; all the sentimental fools like him come to visit Captain America on an overcast Wednesday afternoon.

But Sam has also seen that expression on the men and women who come to his counseling sessions. He's seen it in the mirror more times than he cares to count. He knows that kind of fear and pain, just like he knows that the man who was once James Buchanan Barnes could have already killed him. Killed as many people as he wanted to, and run.

He could have, but he didn't.

Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go (ao3) - LunaCanisLupus_22 E, 126k

Summary: “I know you,” he says faintly.

“Yes,” the man agrees without looking up. “I’m Captain America.”

That’s no it. That can’t be it. There’s something more. There’s something-

“No.” The declaration is persistent now. “I know you.”

Or the one where Bucky doesn't remember being Bucky or the Winter Soldier but ends up a little too interested in Captain America anyway.

Welcome to the Jungle (ao3) - neversaydie E, 44k

Summary: "What do you think about guy-guy scenes?"

He was too self-conscious to act, modelling didn't pay enough, and time out of school for the medical trial that fixed his body had left him barely scraping a pass on his GED. He shared an apartment with a burlesque dancer, and she'd talked him into it over a weekend and way too much tequila.

Three pictures and one embarrassingly short amateur jerk-off video later, and here he is.

"Gay scenes?"

His mom can never find out about this.

[Porn Industry AU]

When Life Gives You Lemons (ao3) - starbunny G, 9k

Summary: Steve's idea of a simple life consisted of two things. First, drawing and taking art commissions whenever he pleased, and second, taking care of his wonderful garden. 

What it did NOT include was: Having the local wildlife unanimously decide that his garden was the greatest sanctuary ever, attracting the attention of the mysterious species of humans known as 'The Avengers', or starting a war with a cunning raccoon that destroyed everything in Steve's garden, then learning that the raccoon was not really a raccoon after all and Steve should have really known better. 

What has become of his life?

[asimpforthe80s]

Shouldn't Be Attracted To A Criminal..

Starring: Eddie Munson and Murderer!Y/N

Warning: mentions of murder. Drugs. Prison escapee Y/N. Falling in love with a criminal. Kinda short.

Part 2

You had just escaped prison and were on the run. Eddie was waiting for his client in the woods as he heard a rustling in a bush. "Who's there?" He asked, standing up. "Chrissy?" He yelled out, not knowing who was there. He walked over to the bush and saw you, covered in dirt and a little blood. Leaves in your long black hair and scratches on your pink cheeks. You wore a prison uniform. Shit, he thought as he backed up slowly.

You jumped out of the bushes, threatening him with a knife in your hands. "Scream and you're dead, hear me?" Your voice was quiet.

"Woah, woah, woah!!" Eddie said as he held up his hands. "Let's calm down here, alright? No one has to get hurt." He said in a calm voice. "That's right. No one needs to get hurt. So shut up, don't yell, and don't you fucking dare call no one." You walked closer to him, holding your knife tighter in your hands. Eddie tried to move backwards, not wanting to make her mad. "Look, look, I don't have a cell phone. I'm not going to call anyone. Please, just put the knife down." Eddie said in a shaky voice, his eyes darting around nervously. You looked around, searching the area for anyone who might see or hear you. "You waiting for anyone? Is anyone going to come here?"

"No, no one is coming. I swear." Eddie said. "No one is coming. I swear." He said, hoping she would believe him, even though he was lying. "You're only telling me lies, I know it." You held your knife a little tighter and took your free hand to your pocket. "Who. Is. Coming." You said in a harsh tone. Eddie looked down at the ground, feeling trapped now. He was scared of her. "Look, you're right, im lying. I'm waiting for my client. I sell drugs." He looked up at her, his big, brown eyes pleading for mercy. "Okay then. Who is this client of yours?"

"Her name is Chrissy Cunningham. She's wearing a cheerleader uniform." Eddie said. "She's meeting me here so I can give her some cocaine." Eddie said, praying that she would just rob him and not kill him. "When is this 'Chrissy' supposed to meet you here."

"She was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago." Eddie said. "I don't know what's taking so long." He said, glancing at his watch. "Got a car? Van? Motorcycle? Anything?"

"Yeah, I have my van over there, across that clearing. Why do you ask?" He said, pointing towards the clearing. "Need a getaway."

"Heyyyy, wait. Don't get any ideas. I like my van. You can't steal my van! How the hell am I gonna sell my drugs without my van?" Eddie asked. "Goddamnit, people these days." You muttered. Eddie laughed nervously, trying to keep the situation light. "I'm just saying, that van cost me 30 grand, and if you think I'm just gonna let you take it, you gotta be crazy. I make all of my money in that van." He said.

You thought for a few minutes, not saying a word. Eddie stayed quiet, hoping that she wouldn't actually try to steal his van. He didn't know if he could stop her, if she decided to do it. He stood there waiting for her to respond. "Hey, what about you stay at my place instead?" You snapped out of your trance. "What- are you crazy? What if the police come?!" Eddie laughed nervously, "The police aren't gonna come. I know for a fact that no one even knows where I am. The police probably aren't even looking for me yet. And look, if you come with me to my cabin in the woods, I'll share some of the profits from my drug business with you." He said, trying to sweeten the deal.

"Dude.. you're already doing too much by letting me stay at your place, I don't need no money." You reassured him. "Just come with me, I know it seems sketchy, but I promise it's safe." Eddie said. "The place is kinda run down, but it's warm. I just live by myself out there, I don't have a lot of furniture, but I've got a bed and a tv, and a couch." He said, still trying to convince her to come with him, just so he could get his van back. "Huh.. you're quite a weird fellow." You chuckled. "But, fine.. I'll take your offer on lettin' me stay." Eddie sighed in relief. "Thank god, yes! Thank god. Let's get going." He said, starting to head towards his van. He was weird for letting you - a mass murderer - stay with him for no reason.

You followed him back to the white van parked in the clearing. Eddie climbed into the driver seat. "Alright, hop in!" He said, motioning towards the passenger seat. You hopped into the passenger seat. The van smelled like cocaine and tobacco. He started up the van and started driving towards his cabin in the woods. "Hey, what's your name, by the way?" He asked as he drove. "Name's Y/N.. if you tell anyone who I am and where I am, you're dead to me.. and most likely dead in general.."

"No worries of that, I'm not a rat. My name's Eddie." He said. "Nice to meet you Y/N." He put his hand out to shake your hand. "I hope you won't kill me in my sleep later on, hahaha." He laughed. You laughed. "No promises!" You paused. "Nah man, just kiddin' with ya." Eddie laughed nervously, hoping she was joking. "Heh, you better be." He said, chuckling. As he drove along the dirt road through the woods, Eddie started to relax a bit as they were getting closer to his cabin. He hoped you wouldn't try to murder him. "Yeah, I'm joking.. don't worry.. it sounds sketchy, but so does letting a murderer stay in your cabin in the middle of nowhere, so we're even?"

"Yeah, I guess you could put it like that." Eddie said, still feeling a little uncomfortable. "I swear, if you kill me in this van, I'm going to be so pissed haha." He chuckled, looking over at you to see your reaction. You laughed. "You can check me if ya want, but I ain't got no knife on me." Eddie chuckled as well, as he parked the van in front of a small cabin in the woods. "We're here." He said, getting out of the car. As he walked over to the front door, he opened it up. "I told you my place was a little run down, but it's got everything you need." He said with a shrug. "Ooh, nice tho.." you said and got out.

"Well, come in, come on in." Eddie said, inviting you inside. The cabin looked to be about 30 or 40 years old. The paint was fading, and in some areas it was chipped away all together. The furniture was old, with wear and tear, some of it in need of a replacement. "So whatdya think?" He asked. "Looks nice to be this old.. got any spare clothes? Walkin' 'round in a prison uniform isn't good.."

"Yeah, I can find some clothes for you. What size?" Eddie asked. He started walking upstairs. "You can hang out up there, and I will get you some new clothes. Make yourself at home, alright?" He said as he climbed the stairs towards his bedroom. "Yeah, I don't care about the size, tho.." You smiled a little, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. "Alright." Eddie said as he walked into his room. He started rummaging around until he found a shirt, pair of jeans, and a hoodie that would fit you. "Here." He said, heading back downstairs. "You can change in the bathroom if you want." Eddie said as he gave you the clothes.

"Thanks, man." Walking over to the bathroom, you smiled, feeling that weird warmth inside you again. What was this? Why did you suddenly feel like this around him? It was weird. You thought as you changed. The scent of him still on the clothes made your head spin. Fuck, did you like him? You got nervous as you walked out to him again. The clothes were a little too big, but you liked it better that way anyway.

Eddie blushed a little as he looked you up and down. He didn't expect you to look so good outside of those prison clothes. "Huh, those are pretty big on you. Are you comfy in there?" He asked, trying not to look at... certain areas. "Yeah, I kinda like it.." You tried your best to ignore the feelings you felt around him. It was intoxicating to you. You hated that you loved it.

As Eddie looked at you, he couldn't help but notice your lips, how soft they looked. "Uhm, yeah, I'm just gonna take a shower really quickly. You, uh, go ahead and look around, but just don't touch anything, ok? I'll be out here if you need anything." Eddie said as he began to walk towards the bathroom. He was really nervous now, and this time it wasn't because you were a dangerous criminal. "Yep, got it." You smiled and sat down.

Eddie took a deep breath before walking through the door to the bathroom. As soon as it closed behind him, he screamed out in frustration. "Why the hell is she so beautiful?" He muttered under his breath as he turned the water on and began to strip his clothes off. "I shouldn't be attracted to a dangerous criminal like her, but damn she's perfect."

Tell me if y'all want a pt.2!

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 8: Henry's Jelly

~Swellview High School~

"Ooh! They're gonna catch him!" Charlotte squealed as she and Jasper watched a live newsfeed of a motorcycle chase. Pretty much everyone in the school was glued to their screens to see if the police could catch the dangerous rogue.

"No, he just made a U-turn." Jasper gasped as the motorbike rider dodged the police's attempts to grab him. Henry wandered through the school's halls, wondering what everyone was chattering about.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked his friends.

"A live police pursuit." Charlotte quickly explained, never taking her eyes off the PearPad. 

"They've been chasing a guy on a motorcycle all 'round Swellview," Jasper added as Henry started watching too.

"It's been going on for over an hour." The teen girl said, watching as the motorcyclist took a right turn onto another street. Even Sydney and Oliver were following the news, but they were arguing about it at the same time. Some things never change.

"Whoa, this motorcycle guy's insane." Henry chuckled as he saw the dude filtering dangerously through the traffic and doing wheelies to mock the men chasing him.

"Oh, is the motorcycle chase still on?" Miss Shapen as her students as she rounded the corner wearing a shockingly orange outfit.

"Yes, ma'am," Jasper confirmed as they all oo'ed and ahh'ed at how the rider was turning around to look at the news crew. Henry was right, this guy was crazy. The news had brought on a 'motorcycle expert' to explain some trivia to the viewers, but all he was saying was complete crap or completely obvious.

"Jasper, I need you to get the flag and put it out in front of the school." Miss Shapen told the curly-haired boy, who didn't want to stop watching.

"Why?" He asked in a whiny voice.

"'Cause there's nothing out there now and you can't pledge allegiance to a hole." The teacher snapped.

"But I wanna keep watching this," Jasper said, causing Miss Shapen to snatch the PearPad away from his hands.

"FLAG!" She yelled loudly, prompting Jasper to sprint off to get that flag. Miss Shapen, Henry and Charlotte continued to watch the chase as the rider zoomed towards their school. Oliver Pook, being weird and cowardly, ran to go hide in the girl's bathroom, which wasn't his best idea.

Taking Henry aside, Charlotte pulled his ear down to her lips. 

"Uh, you realise that a criminal is riding toward this school." She pointed out, but like always, Henry couldn't read between the lines.

"Yeah. So?" He asked.

"So it might be a good time for Captain Man or Kid Danger to get here." She mumbled, lowering her voice so no other kids could hear what she was saying.

"Right, right. I...uh...better go wash my nose." Henry told Miss Shapen, who looked confused but bought the lie anyway. Backing away down the corridor, Henry discreetly popped a gumball into his mouth and dashed off to find a safe place to transform. He needed to hurry up; the man had raced across the car park and the lawn and was heading towards the school's entrance. 

"Oh, Charlotte! Open the doors!" Miss Shapen said to the girl as she dug through her purse.

"Why?" Charlotte asked in bewilderment, thinking that letting a criminal on a dangerous motorcycle into the school was a terrible idea.

"'Cause if that motorcycle rides by I'm gonna get it on video." The teacher exclaimed, tapping away on her phone.

"But, I don' think--" Charlotte protested, but arguing with Miss Shapen was always a bad idea.

"DOOR!" She yelled in the same way she yelled at Jasper to get the flag. Charlotte followed her directions and ran over to open the doors as Jasper returned.

"Miss Shapen, I got the flag." He told her, standing proudly with the pole in his hand.

"Not now!" She snapped, focusing on getting her camera ready.

"He's coming this way!" Charlotte gasped as the man came right towards her.

"Get away, get back! I was shooting video first!" Miss Shapen yelled, not caring about the safety of the kids. The rider didn't stop, he just rode through the doors and into the school. Squeezing his eyes shut in fear, Jasper raised the flagpole horizontally and knocked the man off the bike, unwittingly saving his peers from possible injury.

Everyone burst into cheers and applause as he peeked open his eyes and saw the biker groaning on the floor. Jasper was a hero, who would've thought it?

"What happened?" He asked confusedly, not realising what he had done.

"You stopped him!" Charlotte explained, making Jasper cry out in delight.

"Jasper, you're a hero!!" Sydney shouted across the room and everyone agreed with him, just as Kid Danger ran into the school. 

"Hey. I'm here." Henry announced with his hands on his hips, not knowing that he was a few minutes late to the action.

"Look, Jasper already took him down," Charlotte told him happily as Henry frowned. He wasn't used to someone else being a teen hero.

"Hey, do you mind if I get a picture?" A blonde girl asked.

"Nah, people ask me all the time," Henry smirked and put his arm around her since he had the wrong idea. 

"Thanks!" The girl squealed and passed Henry her phone so she could stand next to Jasper.

"Uh, sure. There, done, come get your phone." He stuttered as he recovered from his shock. Jealousy was an ugly thing, especially amongst friends.  Henry walked off as the cops arrived and dragged the motorcyclist away, much to the entertainment of the kids crowding around the entrance.

~The next day~

So, it seemed like stops a crazed bike rider was enough to become a minor celebrity in Swellview. Jasper Dunlop was the city's newest hero and had been showered with praise, gifts and even a news appearance. 

"Hey, everybody, check it out. Jasper's on the news!" Sydney told everyone in school, causing them to take out their phones, laptops or tablets so they could watch online.

"Wait, why's Jasper on the news?" Henry asked as his jealousy ignited again. Jasper stops one guy and he suddenly gets more attention than he got from being Kid Danger? Not fair!

"He caught that motorcycle guy yesterday." Sydney reminded him and he swallowed the anger rising in his throat.

"And when I saw the guy riding the motorcycle towards me, I just held up the flag and he crashed into the pole," Jasper explained to Trent Overrunder as poor Mary had to stand awkwardly behind them. She never had it easy.

Henry scoffed as Trent heaped his praise onto his best friend and his disgust grew as Charlotte spoke.

"Aw, I'm so proud of Jasper." She smiled at her friend's interview, glad that something good was happening to the kid that often had a hard time.

"I gotta get to class." Henry sulked moodily, not wanting to hear any more about Jasper or how amazing he was.

"Why? We have ten minutes." Charlotte said,  looking at him with a puzzled face.

"I don't like watching the news, all right?" Henry lied. He did like watching the news, just not when all the news was about Jasper and not him.

"Jasper's on!" Charlotte told him, which didn't help.

"So? We see Jasper all the time." I mean, pffft. Sorry, you love the news." Henry rolled his eyes as a group of pretty girls came over to him.

"Hey, Henry. Janey and I are having a party on Saturday night." The tallest girl smiled sweetly. 

"Oh, cool." Henry assumed that they wanted him to go.

"If you aren't busy, will you tell Jasper he's invited?" She asked, fanning his internal rage. Jasper this, Jasper that, Henry was starting to get pissed off. 

"Jasper's a hero." Janey swooned, the heroic actions of Jasper made her heart flutter with teen love.

"Yeah, sure." Henry shrugged, feeling beyond disappointed that these girls didn't want his handsome face at the party.

"Yay!" They all giggled and skipped down the corridor, leaving Charlotte with her grumpy friend.

"Hero? Pfffft! I'm a superhero." Henry bragged jealously.

"Mmm, technically sidekick." Charlotte corrected, deciding that Henry was quite a superhero in his own right just yet.

"Same thing." He argued bitterly.

"Mmmm, not quite." The teen girl said hesitantly, sparking Henry's anger.

"I'm going to class!" He growled and walked away, just as Janey came back and asked Charlotte for Jasper's phone number. Well, that certainly made him stop and peer around the lockers.

"You don't need Jasper's phone number!" He shouted at the poor girl as Charlotte recalled it, causing Janey to run away in fright. Henry desperately needed to get his temper under control.

~Later that day in The Man Cave~

Even after a full day at school, Henry was still annoyed at the whole Jasper-hero thing, so he was stood in the middle of the Man Cave as Charlotte worked on the supercomputer and Ray taught (y/n) some self-defence moves. If she was going to become a superhero, he was going to give her the best training possible. Plus, it was a great excuse for him to see her in some tight lycra and her to get an eyeful of his bare arms. God, he looked sexy in a tank top.

(y/n) bounced around the squishy mat that had been spread out across the floor as she raised her fists to her jaw and circled the larger man. Ray had been reluctant to spar with her since he thought she was so delicate and precious, but she insisted. She lived in a dangerous world and knew he would never hurt her anyway, so it would all be fine.

"And then, Jasper got to go on the news and everyone thinks he's so awesome and it's so not fair," Henry grumbled as Ray gave a soft high kick to his friend's hip. She tried to grab onto him to wrestle him or something, but he just used a takedown move and as gently as he could, pushed her onto the mat.

"Down you go, sweet girl." He smirked at her as she panted. He had to ignore the way her chest heaved and her skin glowed, otherwise he'd have to cut their session short and scuttle off to a cold shower.

"Are you guys listening to me?" Henry whined as (y/n) got back on her feet and put up her fists again. She'd beat him, she wasn't sure how, but she would.

"I'm not!" Charlotte retorted from the computer, thoroughly irritated by his complaining and envy.

"I just don't get what you're upset about," Ray added, hopping from one foot to the other.

"Yeah, you're not making a lot of sense." (y/n) mumbled, her focus primarily being on her opponent. and the way his hair cutely flopped about. 'No, serious concentration-time.' She scolded herself. She'd have to be sneaky to get one up on him.

"Oh, what's not to get? Charlotte gets it." Henry groaned at them.

"No, she doesn't." The girl sassed, wanting to stay out of Henry's bitter ranting.

"Well, Jasper did basically nothing and suddenly, everyone in Swellview thinks he's a hero." He said loudly, not letting anyone escape from his angry mood.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" (y/n) mentioned breathily, Ray trying to look anywhere but her bouncing chest. He didn't want to be that guy.

"I capture bad guys with you all the time and no one gives me any credit," Henry said to Ray, causing Charlotte to stand up and walk to him. Okay, she had something to say about that statement.

"You get credit all the time." She protested in frustration. Henry was being a massive baby about this. Couldn't he just be happy for his friend?

"Yeah, the Vice-Mayor gave us those medals," Ray mentioned, turning around briefly to look at the boy.

"Don't forget the voucher for the frozen yoghurt." (y/n) said, hoping she could use Ray's distraction to get the upper hand. Sadly for her though, he saw he attack just in time for him to plough her into the mat with a shoulder throw. Despite the soft surface, the landing winded her and she grumbled at the force.

"Can't you just let me win?" She groaned whilst Ray began to circle the mat again. He'd love to take it easy on her, but he knew that a criminal would use every nasty trick in the book to hurt or even kill her. He just wanted to prepare his girl for a world he knew all too well.

"No, Kid Danger gets the credit and the medals and the yoghurt. But I spend most of my life as Henry Hart and no one knows I do anything." Henry complained. He had a point, no one would ever know that it was him who saved the city day in, day out, but that was the job he had signed up for. 

"Just a second," Ray said to him as he blocked some of (y/n)'s jabs and threw her on the mat again. He wrapped his legs around her arm and gently squeezed so she'd feel the pressure, but not be in pain. 

"All right, doofus. Let me go." She whined, tapping his leg so he'd release her. 

"Man, I'm good." Ray joked as he held out a hand for her so he could help her stand up. However, his bragging got under her skin slightly. She stuck her tongue out at him and used whatever flexibility and strength she had to perform a kip-up, effectively getting on her feet and impressing him at the same time. 

"Let's go, hotshot." She growled confidently, not ready to give up yet, even though her muscles were starting to ache. Still, she circled the mat again and started looking for any weak points.

"Uh, you know, (y/n) can be strong when she wants to be." Charlotte piped up, fully aware of how the woman's small frame was capable of packing a punch when she used her intelligence.

"Yeah, but she's not as strong as me." Ray smiled, believing his superhero strength could outmatch anyone.

"I could beat you if I wanted to." She told him. Of course, she wasn't as muscly or as agile as he was, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve that had gotten her out of trouble before.

"Oh, really? Okay, well, I want you to start trying your hardest right now. Do your worst, sweet girl." He instructed her, thinking he could take anything she threw at him. It was (y/n), sweet, innocent (y/n), she wasn't that scary, right?

"You really wanna see my best moves?" She asked him, wanting his full consent before she switched to Miss Danger mode. She had spent years working out and practising self-defence whilst he was on patrol and she had picked up a few special moves here and there.

"Yeah, come on, (y/n/n). Let's see what you got. Let's see if you're fast enough to catch old--" Ray's gloating was cut off as the young woman landed a hard sucker punch on his nose, the fleeting, but intense pain making him fall on the floor. Looks like his ducking and weaving was no match for a good old-fashioned smack in the mouth.

"I slipped." Ray lied as he scrambled from the floor, but the laughing kids didn't believe him. They saw the way his eyes screwed shut in agony and there was no way he could've faked that.

"All right, my little helper. Let's try that again." The superhero said, scrunching his nose up like a bunny.

"Are you sure? I hit you pretty hard." (y/n) winced. She knew she couldn't actually hurt the indestructible Captain Man, but she wasn't one for going around and punching her friends.

"Yeah, I'm ready this time. Better watch out, coming in fast, girl. Come on, show me your best move, show me what you got--" His incessant taunting fuelled he need to just shut him up, so she landed another hit on the side of his head. Henry and Charlotte chuckled as he landed face down on the mat again. If he was smart, he'd stay down.

"I did ask if you wanted to be hit again." (y/n) held her hands up innocently as he stood up, his face filled with both exhaustion and admiration. He was astounded by her, there was always something new to fall in love with and today, it was how she could kick ass so easily when she put her mind to it.

"Okay, sweet girl, think you've had enough? I'm gonna hit the shower." He panted, not wanting to take another beating from her. She giggled as he walked past her and made sure to grab his hand as he did.

"I'm coming too." She smiled, trying to ignore the idea of them showering together in that way. That was just setting herself up for a burning frustration that would take days to smother. 

"You can't wash off the pain!" Henry called to Ray in a monotone voice. The great Captain Man, beaten by a girl. Funny.

"You heard him." She laughed, clinging to his arm as they walked to the back of the Man Cave. She'd never let him live this one down, especially after all that bragging he did.

"Yeah, yeah." He sulked as they left the main room, bantering all the way to the shower block. All he had to do was not think about her bodacious curves in the shower until he was alone.

"And we have some exciting news from the Mayor's office," Charlotte screamed when she saw the latest report on the news. It couldn't be true, this was just too cool.

"No way!" She exclaimed, drawing Henry's attention. 

"What?" The boy asked in a low, confused one.

"Uh, nothing. It's nothing, it's not about Jasper. Don't come over here." She stammered, but her words made it impossible for Henry to ignore them. What had Jasper done now?

"Jasper Dunlop is getting his own holiday." Trent Overrunder reported, making Henry's mouth drop open like a goldfish's.

"Thanks to his heroic actions last week, the Mayor has declared April 9th as Jasper Dunlop Day, here in Swellview." Mary smiled into the camera, her happiness making the kid even more bitter.

"A happy day for a very special young man," Trent added, causing Henry to slam his fist onto the control panel to turn off the dumb news report. Could this be any worse?

"He wasn't heroic. He wasn't even sheroic. He was non-roic!" He hissed, making Charlotte sign in frustration. 

"You know, Jasper's your friend. You shouldn't be jealous of him." She told him, making him put since he'd been caught out.

"I'm not jealous." He defended poorly.

"Yes, you are. You're jelly of Jasper." Charlotte folded her arms and frowned at him. Did he think she was stupid?

"No, I'm not. I'm not jelly of Jasper. This is about me, wanting more people to pay attention to me, instead of Jasper." Henry argued back, his logic is completely stupid.

"All right, I'm going upstairs." The girl sighed. She'd had enough of his bullshit and just wanted a break from his whining.

"Why?" Henry scoffed. He needed someone to whine at and with no Ray or (y/n) available, that left Charlotte.

"Because you're not upstairs." She growled in response and stepped into the elevator.

"Pfft, I"m not jelly of Jasper," Henry mumbled to himself as the elevator door slid shut.

"It's just not fair, why should he--" Henry bleated, but was interrupted by the emergency alarm ringing out. Someone was in trouble. 

"Emergency. Pet Me. Hey, R--" Henry stopped himself before his boss could hear him. Not that he would, he was way too busy singing in the shows to notice the flashing alarm in his shower, despite it being next to his head. 

"I don't need Ray. And I don't need all the stuff." Henry told himself as he heard Ray's daft ramblings from the shower. The boy foolishly put his gum tube on the control panel and slid off his whiz watch too. 

"I'm gonna show Swellview what Henry Hart can do." He pumped himself up, not knowing that his overconfidence would be his downfall. Taking out his remote control, he lowered a tube and blasted off and out of the building, leaving the blissfully unaware adults behind.

"RAYMOND, STOP SHOUTING, YOU BIG DOOFUS!" (y/n) yelled as his out of tune screaming echoed around the tiles of her shower block. He was a moron, but he was her moron.

~Pet Me Pet Store~

Some insane thug was threatening a customer in the pet shop as the terrified cashier looked on in terror. The criminal yelled and screamed at the poor guy to squeeze into a large dog cage, not wanting anyone to be crawling around the room as he robbed the place

"Please, please, sir. You've gotta stop. Sir, you are out of control." The cashier begged. He didn't want to see anyone hurt in his store.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" The thug bellowed as Henry dropped down from the ceiling and into a display basket of soft, squeaky pet toys. Everyone glanced over at the display as his body weight made several toys squeak when he buried into them.

"What was that noise?" The criminal asked the employee, but he was just as clueless as he was. He didn't know some angsty teen was trying to be a hero with no equipment whatsoever.

"Sir, sir, my boss gets back from Wisconsin in a week, you can talk to him then." The mild-mannered guy tried to calm him down, but he just growled furiously in response. Poking his head through the toys, Henry was waiting for the opportune moment.

"I ain't waiting a week. You sold me a defective goldfish. Here's the receipt." The begrudged man said, holding out a scrap of crumpled paper.

"The goldfish wasn't defective." The employee whimpered.

"He's dead, man! I can show you his wet, lifeless carcass!" Henry analysed the criminal, thinking that it was his poor treatment of the fish that made it die. The large, scruffy man continued to intimidate the poor worker until Henry had had enough. Even with the offer of a free, new goldfish, the man was still raging on. It was not-hero time.

"Good Lord, just give him the money!" A frightened woman called out from one of the pet cages as the criminal demanded a refund. She wasn't going to get hurt for four measly dollars. However, there was nothing the young man could do; the store didn't do cask refunds and this information poked the bear even more.

"We're going in the break room!" The man growled, marching himself and the cashier to the back room so they could review the store's policy. This was Henry's chance.

"Shhhhh! Shhhhh! Shhhhhh!" He cringed as every movement he made was ridiculously noisy from the toys, causing the trapped citizens to look at him funnily. 

Once free of the toys, he picked up a large dog bone and stomped towards the cages, intent on freeing everyone. But, what he didn't notice was that Captain Man and Miss Danger had been him to the store when (y/n) noticed the alarm going off outside her shower. They had rushed to the emergency when they saw Henry's gum and watch left behind and they knew he was up to something dumb.

Swiftly tiptoeing over to the boy, Ray slapped his hand down on his shoulder, causing him to shout in alarm from the unexpected touch. Ray and (y/n) jumped back at his outburst, not expecting him to scream in their faces. If they carried on making this much noise, the element of surprise would be wasted.

"Ray? (y/n)? What are you doing here?" Henry hissed at the couple as (y/n) angrily dragged him to the opposite side of the store, not wanting the locked-up customers to hear anything they said.

"It's Captain Man and Miss Danger! And what are you doing here?" The man rebuked his sidekick's attitude. He couldn't believe his sidekick had left work and forced him to bring his emergency sidekick out. Still, he knew it would be good practice for her to get out and into the field and he so loved seeing her in her tight super suit.

"Uh, you know...fighting crime?" Henry stuttered and shrugged, but his answer wasn't good enough.

"Dressed like that?" (y/n) snapped, feeling like a mother who had caught her child misbehaving.

"You're out of uniform!" Ray added, also noting Henry's lack of costume. What the three of them failed to notice was the fact that the criminal had heard their bickering and was sneaking from the break room and towards them.

"I don't need that. Henry Hart's gonna get some credit." Henry gloated, his prideful and big-headed moment making his bosses sigh frustratedly. That's what this was about? His whole jealousy thing? 

"Sweet cheese, Henry, grow up!" (y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose as the scruffy dude closed in.

"Do you really think it matters?" Captain Man continued, equally annoyed at how childish he was being.

"Yeah, I do--" Their arguing was cut short as Henry was grabbed from behind by the man and quickly held hostage.

"Get off me, man!" The kid seethed as Ray protectively stepped in front of (y/n). He couldn't help but shield her from danger, despite the threat being minimal.

"Hey, let him go," Ray commanded the man as Henry struggled in his arms. His authoritative voice made shivers go down (y/n)'s spine, but this was no time to dream about how hot he was.

"You better stay back, Captain Man!" The guy threatened, baring his teeth in an animalistic snarl.

"Captain Man doesn't stay back. Captain Man...moves forward." Ray replied confidently as (y/n) clenched her fists next to him.

"No, no, no. I don't need your help." Henry stopped the pair from advancing, holding out his hand and declining their assistance. He should've accepted it though, 'cause he really struggled against the superior strength of the large thug.

"Suit yourself." (y/n) smiled sarcastically as she rested an arm on Ray's shoulder, the two of them waiting for Henry's "big moment".

"Okay, a little help." The boy panted as his energy drained away from all his useless fighting.

"How about two fistfuls of help?" Ray quipped, holing up his hands aggressively.

"Dude, I'm here too. Make that four fistfuls of help, kid I've never met." (y/n) slapped her best friend's arm when he failed to mention her and the two of them took a step forward. Well, they would've helped out if the man hadn't held a very dangerous spider over Henry's head. Ah, geez.

"Not another step, Captain." The guy smiled sinisterly.

"Okay, put down the spider," Ray instructed him calmy, not recognising that it was a highly poisonous breed.

"This ain't just a spider, this is a Mexican Red Rump." The criminal explained, causing Henry's face to pale. He'd certainly heard of those.

"Oh, geez." He swallowed the lump in his throat. What had he gotten himself into?

"You're bluffing. That's not a Mexican Red Rump." Captain Man challenged, not believing the dude.

"Oh, yeah? Look at his rump?" He shook the spider's plastic container and the superhero and his helper could clearly see the arachnid's distinct red body.

"Yeah, that ass is red." (y/n) gulped as the flimsy cage wobbled over her friend's head.

"That's right and all I have to do is flip this lever and this spider will run right down onto this kid's stupid face. Or Captain Man, I could have it run all over that pretty little thing you got right there and see what happens when it bites her pretty neck." The man intimidated the young woman into stepping back a little and letting Ray take control. Her fear switched his mind into an angry state, as his temper flared up at the guy's disgusting names for her. Only he got to call her neck pretty.

"You wouldn't dare." The superhero growled, his protective instincts ramping up at the threats towards his girl and his sidekick.

"Oh, yes, I would. Unless you and your sweet piece get inside that animal crate." He told him, wanting to humiliate Captain Man by getting him locked up like a common criminal.

"I don't think so," Ray replied, pursing his lips in defiance.

"We'd never fit." (y/n) added, analysing the dimensions of the cage quickly. It would definitely be a tight squeeze for them.

"I just have to flip this lever." The thug's thumb brushed over the release button, causing Henry to panic.

"Uh, Captain Man! Maybe you and Miss Danger get in the crate, 'cause I really don't want a Mexican Red Rump on my face." The kid exclaimed nervously, his fear making his captor giggle manically. This put Ray between a rock and a very hard place. He had to consider that he had Henry's life at risk, (y/n)'s life possibly at risk, the humiliation of being forced into a pet crate and the fact that he would be intimately pressed against the young woman as she squeezed into it with him. Decisions, decisions. 

~Five minutes later~

Well, this sucked. Ray and (y/n) had jointly decided that the cage was the best option for everyone, so he had crawled in first and then she had followed after him. Currently, the girl was sat between his long legs with her back to his chest as they both banged on the cage bars. Even though they both secretly loved being so close to one another, they knew they had to figure a way out of the damn things.

Henry felt the same way. The mad criminal had put him into the identical pet crate next to them and despite the extra legroom, he too was keen to get out.

"Hey, let me out of this pet carrier, I'm uncomfortable." Henry groaned as he thumped his fist into the wire top. Little did they all know that the guy had sent a recording of them to a news crew and the whole city knew of their peril and that Captain Man had a darling new sidekick. Oh well, they cross that bridge when they came to it, first, they had to wait out for the help that was on its way.

"You don't think we're uncomfortable?" (y/n) sassed the boy who got them all here in the first place. It wasn't a complete lie, she hated how cramped everything felt, but she also adored how she could just lool her head back and be consumed by Ray and his endless muscly torso.

"Sir, please, it's just four dollars." The cashier repeated his statement from earlier as the situation spiralled out of control. At least Captain Man was having a whale of a time enjoying the way his girl fit into his embrace. The criminal said one thing right; she did have a pretty neck and he just wanted to drag his lips down it.

"Boom, it's four dollars and seventeen cents!" The man corrected, whipping out his receipt. 

"Wow, that seventeen cents is going to make a world of difference." (y/n) rolled her eyes sarcastically, feeling at ease as Ray's hot breath tickled her ear and his hand settled on her waist.

"Shut up, woman! Give me my refund!" He pointed a gnarled finger at their cage whilst glaring at the quivering employee.

"I can't violate store policy!" He stiffened diligently, trying not to be so intimidated that he lost all of his scruples.

"Then I'm gonna have to start breaking everything in this store. Starting with your face!" He snapped, his patience hanging on by a thread.

"That's also against store policy!" The cashier hissed back as he found his bravery. The criminal shouted in rage and began to chase him around the store, prompting Henry, Ray and (y/n) to kick and punch at the cages restraining them. 

"Captain Man? Can't you and your...friend do something?" One of the trapped customers said, not realising that they weren't just sitting around and twiddling their thumbs.

"We're trying," Ray told him dryly whilst (y/n) kicked the crate's door, which was surprisingly strong.

"Okay, these things are impossible to break open." Miss Danger told him breathily, leaning back into his chest as she kept kicking anyway.

"Well, where's Kid Danger?" A woman asked, making the adults huff bitterly.

"Oh, well, you see, sometimes, Kid Danger makes irresponsible choices and is unprepared for a situation like this." Ray smiled fakely, his words causing (y/n) to nod along in agreement.

"Well, Captain Man and Miss Danger, maybe instead of trash-talking Kid Danger, who I think is awesome by the way--" Henry bragged, tooting his own horn.

"Not today! Little shit!" (y/n) snapped, thoroughly irritated by the kid's behaviour.

"Whatever. Maybe if we can make these cages fall on the floor, the impact will open them up." Henry suggested reasonably. It wasn't a bad idea, to be fair. He and Ray grabbed the tops of their respective cages and began to wobble and rock them from side to side, hoping they'd get enough momentum to tip over the edge of the counter.

"Wait, this is going to hurt--" (y/n)'s protests were in vain as the males successfully tipped the cages onto the floor, but their design was immaculate and they remained intact despite the violent drop. Now, they were just sore, irritated and upside-down.

"Great, now we're on the floor." Ray groaned as he and (y/n) blinked through the pain. He gently took hold of her hand and she squeezed it to tell him she was okay; annoyed, but not hurt.

"I tried to tell you, doofus." She whined, wiggling around with him like a tortoise on its back to see the bars would prise open now. 

"Pssst, Henry." A new voice entered the room and they all looked over in wonder and shock as Jasper of all people came to their rescue. He was definitely proving himself to be quite the hero.

"Jasper?" Henry gasped at his best friend's sudden appearance, but Ray wasn't so pleased to see the kid with sweaty hands.

"Oh, god." He mumbled so only he and (y/n) could hear it, making the woman giggle.

"Shush, be nice." She chuckled, leaning up to press a calming peck to his cheek or rather his lower jaw due to the angle. If only she knew how that some kiss made him putty in her hands. He was thankful they were in a dangerous situation surrounded by people, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from doing something he'd surely regret.

"Dude, what are you doing here?" Henry asked him in a lowered voice, knowing the criminal would be back any minute.

"I saw you on the news," Jasper whispered back, piquing his friend's and (y/n)'s interest. They had been filmed? When?

"I was on the news? Did they mention my name?" Henry wanted to know if the word had spread about his reckless heroism.

"No." The curly-haired boy answered succinctly, quashing Henry's hopes of fame and glory.

"Aw, dang it!" Henry grunted at the information. If he couldn't get a shred of recognition, all of this would be for nothing.

"Um, excuse me, Jeremy, no, James--uh, Jasper! Was I on the news?" (y/n) piped up from the other side of the counter, her head tucked under Ray's chin as she fitted her body under his so she could see the boys.

"Yeah, Miss. Danger, everyone saw you." Jasper told her excitedly, recalling how Trent and Mary were leading the speculation on who was Captain Man's attractive sidekick and what was her relation to him.

"Fabulous." (y/n) smiled weakly. Unlike Ray or Henry, the idea of red carpets and constant paparazzi attacks freaked her out. It would be harder for her and her nervous personality to get over that than the supervillains she would face.

"Hey, I'm super psyched that you guys are having a little reunion here, but can we please focus on the psycho that's taken over this pet store?" Ray hissed as his back began to ache from the awkward position. That and the way he was bent over his gorgeous assistant did nothing for his filthy mind and he wasn't sure how long he could resist the temptation to just pin her down and have his way with her. 

"Right." Jasper nodded. and obediently dashed over to their cage and kneeled down next to them.

"Hey, Captain Man. It's me, Jasper." The kid smiled at his hero pleasantly, as (y/n) suddenly became very aware of how she and Ray were positioned. She would surely be having some sinful dreams tonight.

"I'm aware." Ray deadpanned the boy, who was being painfully slow in his rescue of the two adults.

"Great, now, here's my plan." Jasper started, having concocted his scheme on his mad dash to the pet store.

"Kill me." (y/n) mumbled to herself under her breath. She knew Jasper meant well, but her lower stomach was burning with desire and she was having to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning when Ray's hot breath hit her neck.

"I'll go to the men's room," Jasper said, wanting the hero to be fully up to speed with everything.

"Yeah..." Ray sighed, tensing his muscles in impatience, which made his assistant squirm against him, thus making the tension between them grow even thicker and hotter.

"You tell the bad guy that you gotta pee like real bad." Henry frowned as he listened in on the plan, thinking it sounded completely crazy.

"Uh-huh." He smiled politely, even though his thoughts were anything but polite or innocent at that moment.

"He'll let you both go to the bathroom and I'll be waiting for ya." Jasper finished, but (y/n) was too impatient for him to wrap it all up.

"Hey, could I pitch an idea?" She asked in a slightly irritated tone.

"Sure, Miss Danger." Jasper smiled, welcoming the notion of new suggestions.

"Let us out of this damn cage." She demanded and Jasper realised that her plan was easier than his.

"Right." he nodded and quickly flicked the lock on the door, allowing both her and Ray to crawl out before they drowned in their suffocating desire. 

"Thank you, son." Captain Man told Jasper gratefully as he and the young woman stood up and stretched their tight limbs. It felt so good to be back on their feet and even better to be able to quell the fires in their bellies by standing apart.

"Can you let me out now?" Henry asked hopefully as he squatted in his cage, but his boss wasn't ready to forgive him yet.

"No!" He snapped, halting Jasper in his tracks.

"Stay there and think about what you have done." (y/n) scolded him as she bent down to his eye level, truly feeling like she was talking to a little boy who had stolen some candy or something. 

"Hey, Dirk. Come out! We're out of the...thing." Ray called out to the criminal, who was apparently named "Dirk" and nonchalantly leaned against the counter as the man stampeded into the room.

"What? Who let you out of that carrier? You better get back in their right no--" Ray was ready to beat the guy to a pulp, but (y/n) felt like she deserved a piece of the action too. Thinking back to her earlier training, she swung at Dirk like she had done to Ray earlier and knocked the guy out with one swift, powerful blow. Damn; the caged customers and Jasper clapped her impressive feat of strength as Ray gazed at her with pride and love. He had picked the right girl for him.

"Woah, that was so amazing. Now, will you let me out of this animal box?" Henry whined, feeling puny and pathetic in the small crate. Jasper quickly unhooked the lock as Ray did the same to the trapped man, woman and child.

"Okay, you're free. Latch is open, congratulations, climb outta there." He said as Henry strolled over to him and (y/n) bashfully. 

"No way! Look, a Mexican Red Rump! I've wanted one of these spiders since I was little." Jasper gasped when he saw the lethal arachnid still sitting in the plastic terrarium.

"So, buy one," Henry told him, thinking it was no big deal.

"Dude, they're 150 bucks," Jasper replied dejectedly as he saw the price list on the wall. He couldn't even afford half of that.

"Hey, that's the kid who stopped the motorcycle bandit the other day." One of the freed customers gasped when he recognised Jasper. Henry rolled his eyes jealously, his envy still burning brightly.

"You saved Captain Man and his new sidekick, who saved us!" The lady added too, as Ray and (y/n) shared shy, knowing looks.

"You're a hero."

"Again!" They smiled at the curly-haired boy, who was just happy to help. He didn't think he was the one who saved the day.

"Nah, Miss Danger's the one who punched him." He said, humbly, resulting in (y/n) putting her hand on his shoulder. Henry could learn a thing or two from his best friend.

"Oh, no, no, no. Jasper, we all owe you a big, wet thank you." She smiled at him and Ray nodded along with her. 

"Don't we, boy we don't know?" The superhero added on the end, turning around to sharply look at Henry.

"Wet?" He repeated in confusion as he sulked. He wanted to be a hero...

"No, Henry doesn't need to thank me. This guy's my best friend and he'd have done the same thing for me." Jasper stated loyally and his kind words melted the jealousy in Henry's heart. He realised he had been so stupid and decided that Jasper was indeed a hero.

"Well, Jasper, I bet you feel pretty good right now," Ray commented, making the boy look at his shoes shyly. It was nice for the two adults to know that Henry had such a good friend to steer him back to the right path when his ego got the better of him. 

"I do." He smiled brightly, his chest puffed out with pride.

"And how about you? How do you feel? Kinda gross, huh? " (y/n) poked Henry's elbow as he pouted from how dumb he'd acted.

"Whatever". He shrugged as she teased his grouchy mood. He sure had a lot to learn about being a hero and a good friend, but he had some great people supporting him all the way, and that was all that mattered.

[athletic-hotties3]

LAITH PT.2

Laith stood anxiously against the corner of a dirty bathroom stall door in the far back hall of the library. The lower walls and floor were covered in mystery stains and graphic drawings, a clear sign of the neglectful janitors of his university library. In truth not all bathrooms looked this seedy; causing Laith to wonder why his first assignment had chosen this one out of all of them.

He fumbled through the PACT app on his phone watching to time tick down to his arranged meetup through the dim shield of his motorcycle helmet visor. He checked the list once before he left making sure he wore all the correct items: his permitted motorcycle helmet, his riding leather jacket, the knee high socks he found pushed to the back of his drawer left by a previous hookup with a thing for socks, his converse sneakers, a pair of leather pants he bought on a whim one day to match his motorcycle jacket and finally his high school football team jockstrap under it all. He was surprised the jockstrap still fit after all these years, but not surprised by its smell. It was rank from sitting at the bottom of his dirty clothes bin for so long. Usually he would just throw it back into the laundry bin every time he had to wash clothes in fear that his flat mates would discover it in the dryer so it hadn’t been washed in a while. Still smelling of sweat and precum from his varsity days. Unpermitted by the app, he wore a red compression shirt he had gotten in the bottom of the app arrival box with the apps logo on it. It fit him well and showed off his physique so he figured it would go well with the rest of the shit they wanted him to wear. Plus there was no way he was gonna walk through campus in full leather with no shirt.

Lost in thought he hadn’t even noticed the man quietly swing open the bathroom door behind him. Before he heard him he felt the man’s large fingers slide over his shoulders and slowly find Laith’s nipples with a soft rub.

Laith jumped at the sudden touch letting out a small yelp.

“Shshshshhhh… it’s okay. Just stand there and be a good little slut for me.” The man said from behind Laith, pressing his body up against Laith’s back.

From what he could feel from the imprint slowly thrusting his waist into the ass of Laith, he could sense that the man was slightly shorter than him with a skinny yet toned frame. What he could feel the most was the monster hidden in his pants, its imprint sliding up and down the crack of Laith’s leather pants.

Laith, starved for touch after a few hours in chastity noticed his cock slightly chub up in his cage. The cage shortened his length even at flaccid making it a tight squeeze, so at erect there was no room to go. A warm swell of pain swam around Laith’s balls feeling his cock trying to escape from its cage. In response he let out a groan of pain and ecstasy.

“You’re a new one arn’t you…” the man said in a deep voice. “I can tell by the way you groan at your new cage and your refusal to follow dress code.”

Laith pushed off the man in confusion and quickly turned around. “What?!” He said angrily.

“Wait fuck. Are you the right guy? STUDENTATHLETE24? I swear if you’re not and the fucking fag blew me off I swear his rating is going to plummet.” The formally dressed man reached for the phone in his back pocket with frustration.

“No I am!” That’s me. STUDENTATHLETE24… see?” Laith held up his phone showing the identification card screen of the app. His app name and the photo of him in his cage large on the screen. His star rating not yet filled. “Sorry I just was confused I-…. You are right in new to this and to be honest I’m not one to take it up the ass dude. Plus I totally followed all of your dress code rules” Laith said dress code with air quotes mocking the stupidity of the entire thing.

“Yea. Your shirt. Not on the list so I’m afraid I might have to dock you a few points.” The man, which Laith remembered was named Cyphl from the app, slowly started to unbuckle his belt. “Unless you wanna make it up to me. I’m very forgiving.”

Laith studied the man, worried for what he might have to do next. The man looked in his mid 30s, porn mustache, stubble, dark salt and pepper hair. He wore dress pants, leather belt and shoes, a plaid dress shirt, glasses and a dark red tie. As Cyphl unbuttoned his pants furthering his naked agenda, Laith noticed the faculty badge swinging from the lanyard around his neck. Bingo. If he could let him know he was a student here maybe he might just wanna leave.

“So. You don’t like my shirt? Why don’t you come here and take it off me sport?” Laith said with a cringe under his visor, hearing some form of that line in a movie once and it working.

Cyphl’s pants his the floor exposing his cock. Like Laith had predicted earlier he seemed to be free balling, but what he hadn’t predicted was the size of it. He sensed it was large but nothing like what swung between Cyphl’s legs. Large, hairy, uncut and leaking precum.

Laith gulped nervously.

Cyphl walked over with a grin, his cock swinging between his legs as he did so, dripping white sticky fluid onto the floor. “So it seems like you’re more eager for my attention now that your stars are on the line. Judging by your current score im your first. I could condemn you to your cage right now if I wanted to.”

“Please don’t-“ Laith began to plead before Cyphl’s large hand aggressively cupped his crotch.

“Mmm they got you in a metal one too. Much more secure than the 3d printed ones they started out with.” Cyphl said with a grin on his face.

Laith let out a yelp, feeling the pain in his crotch swell up again. His cock forcefully pushed against the bars of its cage begging for the release of a full erection. His visor began to fog up with his hot nervous breath.

“I’ll let you keep your shirt on… your whole outfit on I quite like the whole college motorcyclist thing you got going on.” Cyphl said placing his hands on Laith’s shoulders. “Just get on your knees already.”

Laith felt Cyphl’s hands push down on his shoulders and with a gulp he felt the need to comply. He thought of the rating system on the app, needing to please the men he met with the hopes of getting out any time soon. Laith fell to his knees and looked up at the faculty member towering above him. He wasn’t used to being so out of power, so submissive. He gritted his teeth at the thought, his cock jumping at the sexual imagery.

“So you work here?” Laith said touching Cyphl’s faculty badge and examining the details. “Does it make you uncomfortable if I tell you I’m a student here?” Laith said grasping at ideas to make him turn away.

As the words slipped out of Laith’s mouth Cyphl’s cock grew larger and more erect, coming to a slow standstill pointing directly at Laith’s face.

“That’s why I use the app. I like knowing my students, other faculty, even some university higher up’s are just stupid cum sluts who can’t refuse serving me. There’s more than you think out there.” Cyphl grabbed the top ridges of Laith’s motorcycle helmet and firmly tilted his head back so that Laith was looking directly up to the ceiling. “You could be any one of my students, fuck I even found my TA on this app once. Shame that I had to rate him so low, but he made it up to me later after class.”

Laith’s body flushed red with embarrassment. He wasn’t a stupid cum slut like Cyphl was claiming he was. Fuck it he was more of a man than Cyphl would ever be. Taller, more muscular, probably fucked more people than Cyphl ever would.

“Let’s see if I recognize you…” Cyphl’s hand firmly gripped the bottom lip of Laith’s motorcar helmet visor.

“Wait I’m supposed to stay anonymous. You can’t see my face.” Laith pleaded swatting Cyphl’s hand away.

“You should have hopped on the other side of that glory hole in the stall your next to if you wanted to keep it that way sport. Yet your slut hole kept you in the open for exposure.” Cyphl with speed lifted up the visor on Laith’s helmet.

…

…

…

“Well. You’re not in any one of my classes.” Cyphl said with some displeasure in his tone.

“Sorry to disappoint I guess. What major you teach?” Laith said taking off his helmet fully and placing it on the ground next to him. His anonymous cover was already blown with this dick head so he might as well take the sweaty helmet off.

“Literary history.” Cyphl said his arms crossed. “You?”

“Pre med.” Laith said in relief.

Cyphl sat in his disappointment more than Laith did. Laith grinned seeing his way out.

“So are we done here? You don’t want me because I’m not one of your students?” Laith suggested motioning to the door.

“Yea umm… it’s a little disappointing.” Cyphl said with a sour face. “but I’m already here so why don’t you put those cock sucking lips around my cock before that cage gets locked on your junk forever.”

Laith slowly inched forward, his lips nervously parting for the well endowed man in front of him. Just a few days ago he would have pummeled some creep that wanted him to suck a cock but now he was on his knees in some dirty bathroom, lips kissing the cock head of some random faculty member.

His lips felt the raw and salty skin of Cyphl’s dick, opening wide to slide further down the head and onto the shaft. Laith felt the cock invade his mouth, filling up the space between his cheeks and pressing his tongue down to the fleshy floor of his saliva covered throat. He closed his eyes tight like he had just tasted something bad and continued pushing his head down the man’s long shaft. Just as he had thought he had gotten to the base, he opened his eyes to reveal he was only halfway there. With nerves in his eyes he looked up at Cyphl who had a confused expression on his face.

“Wow you really are new to this. Look i don’t got all day so I’ll just help you.” Cyphl grabbed Laith’s ears firmly and forcefully pulled in launching his cock down Laith’s throat.

Laith quickly gagged followed by the sound of spit in his throat before Cyphl pulled most of the way out, letting Laith catch his breath.

“Now we are gonna do that a couple more times got it?” Cyphl said with a demeaning tone.

Tears of shock ran down Laith’s cheeks. He could feel his nipples perk up and harden, his back slightly arch as he took a deep breath in.

“Good boy.” Cyphl said pulling on Laith’s ears and slamming his cock deep into Laith’s throat once more. This time he didn’t stop at the choking and gagging noises Laith made in response but kept drilling in and out of his wet mouth.

“You call that mouth a hole boy? Fucking work my cock!” Cyphl yelled

Laith closed his lips firmly around Cyphl’s cock and moved his tongue around his shaft.

“That’s it fuck face. You want to get an A in dick sucking your gonna have to work a little harder than that.” Cyphl moaned loudly, slapping Laith across the side of his face.

Laith let the man thrust down his throat, his cock causing saliva to drip from Laith’s lips.

With each thrust Laith found it harder to breath and with each thrust his mouth was impaled deeper and deeper onto Cyphl’s cock.

With the fear of losing consciousness in his mind Laith’s hands pushed against Cyphl’s waist.

“Not so fucking fast.” Cyphl said grabbing the back of Laith’s head and shoving his skull down onto his full length, planting Laith’s face into his pubes.

Laith’s throat contracted and spasmed against Cyphl’s large invading cock.

“Yea that’s right choke on my fucking fat cock. Your throat feels so good when you panic. Your almost there keep working it.” Cyphl said through gasps and moans.

Laith puckered his lips aggressively sucking on Cyphl’s cock. He had to get air soon. His throat couldn’t take any more cock.

Cyphl let out a loud groan letting go ow Laith’s ears and shoving him to the ground.

Laith fell back in shock, his body now a groaning mess on the dirty bathroom tile.

Unexpectedly Laith felt an absurd amount of liquid splatter onto his body. It first fell onto his hair, then his face and the rest of his clothes, covering his shirt, jacket, boots and pants. Then it continued in long bursts splattering across different parts of his body, staining each and every inch of his form.

Laith stuggled to get up, groggily recovering from the throat fuck he endured. “What the-“

It was then a glob of salty white cum splatters itself across his face and into his questioning mouth.

Laith looked down in shock at the rosy of body covered in pools of sticky wet cum.

“I told you. Hyperspermia.” Cyphl said zipping up his pants and threading the leather belt he wore through the waist loops of his pants. He was utterly spotless.

Laith placed his hand over his face, trying to wipe off the extreme amounts of cum that had landed across his head.

With the click of a phone camera Laith had sensed Cyphl had just taken a photo of him.

“What the hell dude… anonymous.”

“Relax your face isn’t in it. Plus we always gotta upload a photo after the deed is done to leave reviews. I just sent you yours now.” Cyphl put his phone in his back pocket and headed to the door. “Your lucky in not a fucking dick. Hope to see you in a few months when you finally learn how to suck a dudes cock. Maybe put something up your ass too while you’re at it. Good luck idiot.”

Laith watched Cyphl disappear into the library as the door closed quietly and a loud bing chimed from his cum covered phone.

PACT APP: NEW REVIEW

POSTED BY: CYPHL

1.6 STARS

STUDENTATHLETE24 FIRST TIMER

This slut stud is a newcomer to the app and apparently sucking cock. Celebrated his new life by baptizing him today in the library bathroom. Not prone to following rules but takes it like a champ.

# hyperspermia # cumdump # newcomer

After several minutes of washing his leather cladded uniform Laith walked out from the secluded bathroom and into the main hall of the library he had to cross to leave the building. His helmet disguised his identity but his clothing revealed his true nature as a fag. He had attempted to wash the cum off his clothes but it had stained the leather causing white crusty spots to form all over his body in splatters and drips. He tried his best to ignore the stares and snickers as he got on his motorcycle and drove away.