#office creep or office stud???

[purple-fig]

If office creeps looked like this I would work in HR

[simphornies]

A/N: I'm not feeling well. It's that time of the month and I am struggling. I apologize if this part isn't written as well as the others :(

Word count: 3.5k (3,595)

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, finale

Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 3

Your first day working with the Vees consisted of you being in one of Velvette’s shows. You were shoved into multiple outfits that were definitely out of your comfort zone. Your wings were out the whole time and boosted the popularity. At the end of the show, Velvette was trying to get you to be one of her official models.

“Y/N! As much as I hate your alliances, I do love the energy you bring on the stage.” She flicks her hand to get you into a more formal attire for your stay. You matched Vox’s suit, color scheme and all. You were convinced it’s just a dress version of his outfit. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that you’re finally comfortable.

“Flattered at your offer however I have the hotel to tend to. I have not the time to spare to become a model for you. Apologies.” You politely declined making Velvette groan.

Vox walks up to you, his hands clapping at your performance. “What a wondrous performance! I see you wore the necklace I gifted you.” He grins, glancing at the shining piece of jewelry around your neck. It was a diamond studded eye necklace surrounded with 3 sets of wings, something that matched your usual outfit.

“Ah, yes. I do adore it. Thank you.” You smile, “I see you’re wearing the bow tie I’ve gifted you as well?”

He fiddled the bow in question with pride, “Proudly. It was given to me by you.” He takes your hand in his to kiss it, something that became a constant occurrence between you two. “Shall we meet in my office?”

You nod, following him, hand still in his. The time you’ve shared with him has gotten you quite accustomed to the demon. You started to feel warm but you fought against it. You promised Charlie and Alastor both that you would keep your guard up and stay safe. Vox’s intentions weren’t clear to you and you still couldn’t comprehend why he suddenly decided to strike a deal with you.

In his office, you sat across from him, legs crossed awaiting him to start. He was staring at you, eyeing you down so much so it made you a little nervous at what’s to come.

“Y/N. Before we continue…” He starts, “I want to inform you of something you did.”

Your head tilted to the side, “Yes…?”

“The night you got drunk, you started to strip in front of me.” He blankly states, doing his best to maintain his composure while you lost yours.

Your face flushed in embarrassment, turning red at his words. “I sincerely apologize! That was unbecoming of me.” You profusely apologized, “I may have forgotten to warn you and tell you exactly why I typically stick to just one bottle of my usual champagne.”

Vox just laughed in response, “My dear, no need to get so flustered. For your sake, I did ask for someone else to help dress you and left as soon as I saw the state you were in.” He raised his arms up in defense, “I didn’t push my chances and left immediately. I hardly looked.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, “Thank you. I truly apologize.”

“Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s circle back to our agreement from our first meeting. You said you will need 3 days to consider the offer. Have you chosen an answer?” The joy on his face was back to a serious one as soon as he asked.

You shake your head, “Unfortunately I have not decided. I struggle to understand your intentions.”

“What is it that makes you struggle? If I’m being completely transparent with you, you are a wonderful and beautiful angel. The 3 days we’ve spent together have been bliss. I would love to have you by my side, always.” He winks at you, “And I’d love to see you half naked again, but sober this time.”

The red creeped back up on your face. “Vox! That is inappropriate to say for this situation. We are discussing business.” You huffed.

“Ah but you are my business, dear.” He gets up and walks over to you, further teasing you by bringing his head up to your ear to whisper. “I absolutely want you.”

You get up quickly, taking a step back from him, absolutely unable to hide the fact that you’re flustered at his actions and words. “I am not well-versed in such things. I cannot provide you the companionship you seek.”

He took a step forward and held your hand, giving you a kiss on your knuckles. “I can show you how, my love.” His signature grin wide on his face, “C’mon baby~ Let me show you how fun it is with me by your side.”

If you were able to melt, you would have melted right then and there. You were a stuttering mess and Vox found entertainment and pleasure watching you be one. You pull your hand away from him and rush to the door.

“Pardon me! I must excuse myself!” You reach for the doorknob but Vox just zaps in front of you.

“Ah ah. Before you go, we’ll be going on a date in a little bit. I’ve already told Velvette to get you in the most gorgeous attire, paid for entirely by yours truly.” He opened the door for you to rush out and head towards your room.

As if on cue, Velvette swings your door open and drags you inside. She immediately swiped her hand to change your outfit into a gorgeous backless fitted dress that sparkled when the light hit it. A slit ran up your thigh and revealed a garter belt that went around it, bearing the VoxTek logo. The neckline plunged down to the middle of your chest. Your formal flat shoes were now black red bottomed heels.

“Alright now sit.” Velvette says, pulling out a chair for you. The speed of everything happening overwhelmed you to the point where you had to give yourself a second to react, “C’mon, I don’t have all day.”

You followed her instructions and sat down. She got to work on your hair quickly, giving you beautiful bouncy curls that rested perfectly on your shoulders. She even did your makeup for you. She worked quickly and quietly and by the end of it, she was grinning with pride from her work. “Perfect. You’re absolutely stunning. Now go. Shoo.”

You were kicked out of your own room with a gentle shove. You tripped over yourself and landed in Vox’s arms. You look up and see him giving you a wide-toothed grin, “You look absolutely beautiful~” He purred into your ear.

Your heart was pounding but so was Vox’s. He meant what he said. He was enamored by your looks and with you dressed up, he was even more attracted. He wants you but he doesn’t seem to know that the way he’s supposed to.

He showered you with gifts and jewels of all kinds. He put on the necklace he gave you around your neck and donned your fingers with expensive rings. He brought you to the most prestigious restaurant in all of Hell after he accessorized you and acted very gentlemanlike. You weren’t used to such things so this was all very new.

In Heaven, most interactions you’ve had with men were with Adam so being treated this nicely was a new thing for you. You remained flustered at everything that just happened. You swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest at the amount of attention he’s giving you. Back at the hotel you mainly stayed in your office to do paperwork and help around with cleanup which meant you lacked the social experience that most would have.

There was a singer performing for the restaurant’s customers that night and you distracted yourself by listening to her. It was Verosika Mayday, a famous popstar that you had heard of. Her voice was beautiful, her body and face matching. Vox watched as you relaxed in your seat, entranced by her voice. He made a mental note that you loved soft and slow music, which was exactly how Verosika’s current song was. He knew this because your eyes lit up the moment the piano slowed down.

After the show, he decided to introduce you to Verosika herself. Bringing him over to the table. You chatted with her about her talents and asked for tips on how she was able to have such a wide vocal range. It wasn’t long into the conversation until you were starting to get tipsy from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed.

Not wanting to repeat the events of the last time you got really drunk, Vox excused himself and led Verosika away, letting you know he’ll be back. He took Verosika backstage where Valentino awaited, somewhere private enough for him to talk to her and for her to not see Valentino. He put her in a trance with his eye and got her to sign a contract with Valentino stating that she will now take the place of Angel Dust. Valentino was more than happy to have the curvy, popular succubus popstar to be his and quickly decided to make her his new toy.

Vox worked fast to fulfill your wishes, swearing it was to steal your power when in reality he wanted to see your smile. When he came back to the table, you were getting ready to down an entire bottle of vodka to which he confiscated from your hands making you huff.

“Now now. I told you. Last time you got fucked up, you were stripping and I would rather not go through that again.” He had given the bottle he took from you back to a waiter. He lifted your chin with finger, looking deeply into your eyes. “Mm. You look wonderful with a blush across your face.”

He pulled away from you and held his hands behind his back, standing proudly. “I would like to inform you that the contract’s been broken.” He said with a wide smile. Your eyes sparkle with delight, quickly getting up.

“Is that the truth, Vox?” You ask, “Oh that is wonderful! Thank you!” You hugged him, your heart full of warmth and happiness. You felt his arms snake around you to hug you back.

“I told you, dollface.” He strokes your curled locks, playing with it in his hands, “I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.” He felt himself warm up at the feeling of you hugging him. The way your body fit perfectly against his in a hug was new territory. The scent of your perfume radiated gently, he felt your heart pounding as quickly as his own did. This felt new to him and it felt good.

Upon arriving back at Vox’s building, you walk with him, your hands wrapped around his arm. He walked you to your room and gave you yet another sweet kiss on your knuckles.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” He winked at you before zapping off into his own room.

You closed the door and slid your back against it, sighing. You placed a hand on your chest and felt your heart going wild. You felt uncomfortably safe and secure around him and at this point it was hard for you to separate your emotions with business. He gave you attention you’ve never received and never realized you craved. His sweet words, his suggestive comments, his compliments echoed through your head. You began to fall for him.

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In the morning, you met Vox in his office a bit too excited to see him but you maintain your composure. He sat at his desk, drinking coffee, the scent of which covered the room. He perked up at the sound of you entering his office. “Ah. Good morning, Y/N. Help yourself to some coffee.” He gestured to his coffee maker by the wall to which you gladly poured yourself a cup. “I have a full schedule today, I trust that you’re able to stay in the building until I return?”

“Return?” You cocked your head at him, “I am to stay here? Do you require me to do anything to assist you?” You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit bummed out at the thought of him leaving but you quickly shook away that feeling.

“Yes you have to stay here, I’m afraid. I can’t waltz into my shows and interviews with you hanging off of me.” He laughed a bit, “We aren’t even together. I’ll only do that when you accept my courtship and let me make you mine. Why? You gonna miss me?”

You hid your blushing face behind your cup, “Nonsense. Just a thought is all. I seek not to ruin your day nor make them difficult with my presence. I am perfectly content staying here.” You weren’t content with staying. You didn’t understand it but you wanted to be by his side for your entire stay at his company.

His phone buzzes, making him get up. “Well, that’s my cue. I have to head out, angel.” He held his hand out for you to take. You expected him to give it a kiss but instead he led you to his chair. “You can stay here or in my room. Maybe watch me work my magic on television. I’ll be back.”

He left without giving you the usual kiss on the hand. It left you bothered. You felt…empty without it. It didn’t feel right. Though you didn’t say anything about it, it didn’t leave your mind. You aimlessly wandered around his office, looking at the photos he had laying around. You ended up in his room, laying on his bed watching his shows until he came in through the door.

“Ah! There you are.” He says, “Come Y/N. I have a gift for you.”

You got up and followed him out of the room. He took your hand as you walked behind him. He took you to the meeting room, the table filled with wrapped boxes. You were speechless. “Surely this isn’t all for me?” You ask him.

“But they are! I’ve gotten advice from Princess Morningstar to make sure I got you the best of the best. Open them!” He held his hands behind his back, eagerly waiting for you to start.

You unwrapped and opened one of the bigger boxes and in it there was a gorgeous black and red version of the outfit you’d normally wear at the hotel. You glanced at him to which he gave you a proud look. The bigger boxes contained clothing from loungewear to nightgowns to robes. You reach for a smaller box and open it. You pulled out gorgeous earrings, studded with diamonds of course. In the last couple of small boxes, they were all pieces of fine jewelry to match the earrings.

You beamed with delight and gave Vox a hug. “These are wonderful gifts Vox! You spoil me too much. You are not required to do so.”

“Nothing is too much for you, angel.” He kisses your hand, looking up at you with a flirty look, “I do want to win your heart after all.”

You blushed at his words, looking away in embarrassment. “I need not for such gestures.”

“You deserve more, darling.” He gets his butlers to bring your gifts to your room, “Are my attempts working?”

“You flatter me so, perhaps I am leaning towards accepting your deal.”

He walks you to your room and wishes you a good night. You felt your heart flutter a bit, sighing happily as you got ready for bed in the same nightgown he gifted you. You soon drifted off to sleep, happily cuddling up to your pillow.

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You were ready to spend your second day with Vox but to your dismay, he was “too busy” to speak with you. Not wanting to push in case he was stressed, you kept your distance. It did bother you when you would see him having casual conversation with Valentino or Velvette and as soon as he saw you, he would make himself seem busier by checking his phone.

“Vox~ Your little angel has eyes on us.” Valentino speaks, soft enough for you to not hear. “I know that look she has in her eyes. She’s longing for you.”

Vox smiled, “I know. By the end of our agreement, she won’t want me to leave her side.” He laughs menacingly, “I’ll make her obsessed with me.” Vox glanced behind him, seeing you in the distance admiring the plants that decorated the building. For a second, he felt his heart twist at the sad expression you had on.

You glanced up at him, a bit shocked at him giving you attention. You gave him a smile and waved. He gestures for you to come closer and with no hesitation, you make your way towards him. As soon as you were in his reach, he pulled you closer by the waist causing your face to flush up in red.

“Sorry for ignoring you all day, dollface.” He grins, “Red looks nice on you.” His hand caresses your cheek and you quickly pull away, embarrassed.

You cleared your throat and composed yourself. “It’s alright. You’re a busy man.” But it wasn’t okay with you. You found yourself longing for his attention all day and though you found your sudden admiration for him strange, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to yearning for his gaze on yours. “Tomorrow’s my last day. I wanted to know what you have in store for me.”

He puts his hands together, “You and I, my dear, are going out! My treat.”

“Vox! Surely I can cover tomorrow. You’ve showered me with plenty of gifts already for the past couple of days.” You protested to which he grabs your hand, giving it yet another kiss.

“Like I said before. I am…” He moves closer to you, his head by your ear, “...absolutely in love with you.” He whispers. You shiver at his voice, losing your breath for a split second.

“If you must insist…I’ll allow myself to find comfort in your adorations.” You whispered back, trying your hardest to steady your breathing.

“I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He sneaks a kiss on your shoulder before zapping away into a camera.

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You were dressed by Velvette again for your date with him the following day. You wore an off shoulder dress with the jewelry he’s gifted you. You felt warm and excited for your date. The spot he told you to meet him at wasn’t too far from his building so you denied the ride there and chose to walk instead.

You took in some of the sights, admiring the bright neon lights that covered the streets that seeped into the dark alleyways in between buildings. As you were approaching the restaurant, you spotted something in the alleyway out of the corner of your eye that made you backtrack. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness you see Vox on the floor with a bleeding wound.

You rushed to his side, a bit in panic. “Vox! Vox what happened to you?” You gently help him up. He coughs, breathing heavy. You begin to heal his wounds, light emitting from your hands as you did so. Your eyes wandered to his ripped clothes, it looked like claws had ripped them.

“Alastor…” He says weakly, “That damned radio demon was just here…” He glitched and held your hand weakly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. My blood…My blood got on your beautiful dress and hands.”

“Alastor…?” You were in disbelief, you didn’t want to believe him but the claw shaped scratches on him matched the shape of his when he’s in his demon form. “No…It can’t be.” You felt anger rising within you. You told him he wasn’t supposed to mess with Vox. Could he have really gone against your word?

As soon as you finish, he sits up. “If you hadn’t come in time…I don’t think he would have left.” You held his hand tight. He looked at you and felt guilty at how hurt you looked. Your eyes were filled with tears, “Oh…Please. Please don’t cry, angel.”

“You were hurt! If I’d gotten here sooner…” You shook your head, “I’m supposed to be here to protect but you got hurt.” Your heart was heavy with emotions. Anger for Alastor’s actions, fear for Vox’s safety and sadness for not being there for him sooner.

“I’m going to be okay, Y/N.” He smiled at you, “You’re here now.” He wiped the tears that ran down your face. “I’m going to have to put a hold on this date. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense! Do not apologize, you were injured. Let’s return to your home, you need rest.”

You brought Vox back into his room, flying through the halls with him in your arms. He looked up at you, the determination and anger that you had in your eyes filled him with even more guilt. You set him down gently on his bed.

“I’m afraid I must leave now but please, if anything happens, call me with no hesitation.” You spoke softly, the smile that you always had on your face was gone and didn’t return. You rush to your room, collecting all of your belongings and create a portal directly back into the hotel. You were enraged with Alastor and you were absolutely determined to find him.

[astheforcewillsit]

Sound of the Saw (original ao3 link) Summary:

Aside from a brief meeting between the two where Quinlan ended things, Fox hasn't heard from Quinlan Vos since he supposedly deserted. Fox had made peace with it as best as he could, and prepared to live a life without Quinlan. That is, until he finds his former Jedi in his bedroom asking for intel about Coruscant and the Chancellor months later. And oh. His eyes are yellow. (heavy on the angst, eventual happy ending, brief vostress mention)

Commander Fox walks towards his room that evening with all the strength of B1 Battle Droid who’s a good thirty minutes or so away from shutting down. 

Which is to say none. It starts with his legs–stiff and achy. Like the bolts are rusted. Only it’s his bones and muscles, and unlike a droid he can’t get his replaced. He feels as if agony’s child has thrown itself on his back, tiny arms wrapped around his neck, legs locked around his waist. 

Pulling, constricting, until it burns. The stress of the day blanketing his body like a layer of soft snow. Ever persistent. Ever there. 

His armor doesn’t make it any easier. And though he will take it all off and toss it to some corner of his room (he’s not like his brothers, it’s not some prized, sacred relic he honors. It’s a chain. A gold, studded collar), his body keeps its memory even while free of it. 

With great effort he forces his tired, exhausted body through the threshold. Bucket loosely pinned to his side by trembling fingers. A migraine floundering behind his eyes.

Needless to say Commander Fox is a walking ball of pain, both physically and mentally. His brain has gone on autopilot, commanding his body to make a beeline for his bed. 

And yet..

And yet he can tell something is off immediately. Things are too calm. 

At this time of night, despite his perpetual weariness, the initial embrace of sleep is difficult to come by. Coruscant’s nightlife creeps into the Commander’s Quarters, sound from the living planet seeps into his room. A speeder going above the legal limit, lights shining through his blinds. 

On a good night, he gets maybe two or three hours of sleep. But it’s sleep nonetheless.  

The point is, he dragged his tired body into his quarters today fully expecting to battle Coruscant for somewhat of a decent night's sleep-for him -only to find something completely wrong. 

This evening, his room is dark and silent. The kind of dark and silent that seems to wedge its way into one of those lower level bars after a shootout that kills just about all of the bar goers. Silent and dark in a way that is unnatural. Like death is waiting patiently in the shadows, head cocked and brows knitted as if he's debating on whether or not you'll be his next victim. 

His room is splashed with vantablack. As if there’s been a black hole materialized into the corner where his bed sits against the wall. 

And yet–he can see those piercing, yellow eyes. He thinks he’s seen those eyes before, in his dreams. In between the strange, gaps in his memory. In between the walk from the mess hall and the walk out of the Chancellor's office. He doesn't like to think of that. Of those times when the Chancellor feels off. The Chancellor is a good man. 

“Hey Foxy, I think I made a mistake. And I really need your help.”

No shit, he wants to say. The void speaks using Quin's voice, the mock light heartedness and aloofness 

He thinks of what General Windu came to tell him months ago. After Quinlan had gone off radar and left Fox completely in the dark (and that’s not entirely true. Quinlan gave the most professional ‘i can’t do this anymore’ one day and Fox hadn’t heard from him since. That day had been…difficult.). 

After he’d interrogate him about the intricacies of their former relationship. 

“Do not engage with him under any circumstances, Commander. Comm the temple immediately and get you and your men to safety.” 

General Windu did not elaborate when Fox asked what was going on. He knew enough about his defection, but to his knowledge Quinlan had returned to the Order. Still, he nodded before letting General Windu know that there was absolutely no reason Quinlan would stop by the Guard’s HQ again. 

He thinks of what the Chancellor had said to him after he sensed his tense shoulders, “The Jedi will not tell you the entire thing, Commander Fox, but I am afraid that they fear that Jedi Quinlan Vos has deceived them again. The one you were so fond of. I am sorry to be the one to break it to you, but I believed you deserved to know.” 

Then, it had hurt like he’d swallowed a live grenade. And when Cody had confirmed it for him after he asked for clarification (because what exactly was Quinlan doing?), adding that Quinlan had gone off with Ventress at some point or another,  the grenade exploded. 

“He’d fuck a clone killer before he touches you again,” Wolffe had gritted out, venomously, “If you see him again, put a bold betewen his eyes. If you don’t, we will.” 

He had punched Wolffe for that one.  It wasn’t his proudest moment, and it took a Jedi to split them up because both the Wolfpack and the Guard erupted into a full out brawl.  But at the time, those words had been a package thinly laced with blame, and he was already feeling like shit. 

Like he had anything to do with Quinlan Vos of all Jedi defecting. Again? 

Even the Jedi’s shoulders slouched when Wolffe opened his mouth, and according to the grapevine, that was supposed to be the optimistic one. 

“Quinlan?” His voice raises an octave, trembling as he approaches the figure on his bed. His quarters are as dark as a starless night. Those eyes follow his every movement, a tenseness like a rancor about to strike. 

It lacks the warmth that Quinlan’s gaze usually has to it. It’s unnatural on him. The Jedi– his– Jedi (though not his anymore. Asajj Ventress’s now) does not stare at Fox like he is a piece of meat. 

“I need something from you, Fox. some information about the Chancellor. Give it to me and I’ll leave you alone.” 

There’s a finality in that which Fox doesn’t take too well to. 

This is over. Whatever was between them is done. He’s asking him to betray the Republic. He’s asking him to betray his brothers. That’s a line no clone crosses without a good fucking reason. And Quinlan knows this. He knows the fucked up, jumble of emotions this is for Fox. 

Because Fox doesn’t know if his brothers would feel the same about him. He doesn’t know who would betray him in a heartbeat if they could. Especially after Fives (though Rex has come around. Tries to, at least).  And still, he’d give the world for them if he could. It’s an ugly, uncomfortable, shitty feeling. A feeling that Quinlan Vos with brown eyes and sunkissed skin had shared with him. 

It was over. It was over for Quinlan before he’d broken into Fox’s room, but now, it was over for Fox (spoiler alert from the author, it was not). 

But he’d give him a last kindness. For all he’d done for the Guard. For all this Jedi had done for him. He helped Fox when he was at his lowest. 

And if Quinlan Vos has fallen, then surely it’s lower than he’s ever been in his life. 

He steels himself, his voice steady, “I’m going to call someone. To help you. Stay here, do not move.”

The room becomes frigid. Freezing. In a way that hurts. Small knives prick into his skin, his eyes water. His throat tightens. Quinlan’s eyes narrow. 

Fox’s fingers are already on the communicator Windu gave him, index hovering above the button. In a split second he will alert the Jedi. 

In a split second, Quinlan Vos upon him, his saber slashing through the device on Fox’s wrist. 

Shit. Kriff.  This is the closests he’s been a saber before. And the saber is fucking red. And a dread he’s never felt fills his room.

The saber has sliced through his armor. His skin burns against the molten plastoid. Did Quinlan just fucking hurt him? Betrayal unlike any other erupts through him, burning hotter than the pain on his wrist. 

Quinlan smirks. His face is clear as the red illuminates the two. Fox could scream. He looks fucking deranged. 

“Well Commander , I didn’t know you had it in you. I can feel your anger. Your pain.” He chuckles, a distorted, disorienting sound, “you’d make a good Sith.” 

With a rush of adrenaline, CC-1010 takes over in that instant. And the small part that is Commander Fox dissociates as he hides behind his training. 

His hands are on his twin blasters. He’s prepared to die with them there. He shoots, and Quinlan snarls. 

Fox closes his eyes as CC-1010 fights. He plugs his ears closed as bolts deflect around his room. 

This is not Quinlan in the room before him. This is a twisted, convoluted disciple of Asajj Ventress and Count Dooku. The one that put the Jedi Order behind him. The one that was coming to Coruscant for secrets about the Republic.

Fox thanks his training. When he gets the courage, he watches his body as if  from a distance. Watches as it dodges and shoots as a sith tears through his bedroom. Alpha-17 would be proud. Hell, even Fett would be proud. For the first time in his life, he thanks the genes of Jango Fett, because he’d be dead if it weren’t for him. 

Still, he’s not invincible. 

He tries to look away when the saber cuts through the plastoid, the pain strong enough to jerk him back into his own body. One of his DC-17s bounces on the ground, escaped from his grip during this dangerous dance (why, he doesn’t know? He’s never dropped a blaster in the middle of a battle). 

He puts his effort into his remaining blaster. 

CC-1010 retreats to regroup, reassess. Commander Fox is left alone to defend himself against Quinlan Vos.

He will die here, but he will die fighting to live. A foolish part of him fights because he can’t imagine what the guilt will do to Quinlan when he comes to his senses. Be it today or fifty years from now, when the clones and their armor and their pain is a memory on the wind. Maybe then, he’ll join Fox wherever the Force takes him after all of this. 

For his part–Quinlan is angry. Furious ( CC-1010 may have said some choice words about his new girlfriend. ). And Fox can feel it in the way he attacks him. It’s cruel, taunting. Picking at pieces of Fox until his body is a canvas of small burns and slow forming bruises. It’s calculated and cruel, like a predator tiring its prey before it catches it. 

It has Asajj Ventress written all over it. And for a small, harrowing moment, Fox finds a sickening moment of clarity in what Vos is doing.

He’d zoned out during most of what Cody was saying when he’d filled him in on what went down with Quinlan, but now his brain remembers bits and pieces of the conversation. The bits that he filed away as he crumbled in front of his brother (and thank the Maker his bucket was on). Something about the Dark Side–something about killing loved ones to grow strong.

Ahh, so that’s what this had become? 

By now, he’s sloppy in his dodging. Uncoordinated in his shooting. The exhaustion from the day has come back. Agony’s child has returned to suffocate him, bringing that blanket of snow with it. Quinlan has cut through his remaining blaster. Has pierced his knee through his armor. 

And when his knees hits the ground, that’ll be it. Won’t it? That’s how Thorn went out, isn’t it? Something like that. There’s a comfort in knowing his brother went before him. Will be there to guide him through it. Has practiced this and performed this final act. 

He will die in this armor. And suddenly it is not a gold studded collar anymore. It’s different. It has protected him how it could, and now it will die with him.   He wishes he could live to tell the entire GAR ‘i told you so, we do die fighting’ As if Thorn wasn’t enough. 

And so his knee hits the ground. And Quinlan Vos raises a saber above his neck. And hesitates, just slightly. Eyes flashing from yellow to brown, to yellow again. 

At some point his door zips open. His beheading interrupted. Purple light penetrates the cloud of smoke that the union between a saber and a blaster cause. And there are hands on him,. No–claws. Thick, leathery claws. Pulling him away from the action. Purple and red clash in the background.  

Mace Windu is ferocious in the way he fights. In the way he defends a clone from a Sith. Ponds used to speak highly of him. He sees why now. 

Plo Koon–the optimistic one–the one who sighed when Wollfe opened his mouth (and who doesn’t at this point) guides him out of his room, cups his head as he tries to look back. At a point he is thrust back into the fluorescent lights of the guard HQ as the Jedi presumably takes him to the medbay. 

He can’t help how his knees buckle beneath him for a second time. Plo Koon goes down with him, scooping him up before he hits the ground.  

When they arrive to the empty med bay, Plo Koon gently settles him into the bed.. Instinctively, he reaches for the comm on his desk. He needs to let Thire know what happened. 

But his comm isn't there because he’s in the medbay.  Still, his body tries to reset itself by going on autopilot. He needs to warn Thire, let him know what’s happened. He reaches for his comm that isn’t there and his stomach drops. His hand is gone. 

Quinlan cut off his hand. 

He makes a noise between a sob and a squeal. Plo Koon is beside him in an instant, and Fox is so eager for touch that he buries himself into the Kel Dor’s robes. He wonders how many times another clone has sought comfort here, in between these thick, dark robes and the scent of something alien. But pleasant. 

He wonders if he sits long enough, here in the silence, if he can smell Wolffe. 

He tries to calm himself. Tries to remind himself of the positives. He is alive. Quinlan did not harm his brothers. Windu did not look like he was losing. And if he did lose (which was very unlikely), apparently the Jedi next to him can use lightning. Palpatine will not have him decommissioned. The Chancellor says he’lll protect him. Protects his men too, he tries as hard as he can even when they still go missing. 

It’s enough to stop him from going into a full blown panic attack. That, and the way the Jedi soothes him. It’s a nice reminder that the Force isn’t just the frost that Quinlan had brought into his room. It’s not his mangled knee or his missing hand. It’s whatever is coming off of Plo Koon too. 

At some point his medic arrives to the med bay, and when they look at each other, Fox wants to cry. 

Because the Coruscant Guard has a tendency of playing hero when natborn officers can’t be bothered to do the job they're actually paid for. They take calls that the natborns should take, but won’t because for some reason, saving a wife who’s beaten shitless by her husband is above their pay grade. And Commander Fox has been on several of those calls, and his medic has tended to several battered wives, husbands, children, and partners.

And Fox has personally escorted those battered individuals to the Coruscant HQ, and always he and his medic give each other that look. Because the world just gets eviler in Coruscant every day. 

And today his medic looks at Fox like he looks at them. Speaks to him  in the same, soothing tones that he does them. And Fox supposes now, he is one of them. 

Though when he's a bit better, he'll find a way to argue against his new label. 

For now, there is a hand on his head. Those four leather like fingers. Plo Koon wills him to sleep. 

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Down on The Farm.

Krillin didn't find himself often taking cases outside of his jurisdiction but this one just so happened to be involved in a farm located not far from where Goku stayed and lived with his family. So the journey via flying and his hover cycle wasn't too bad, especially after he swung by to say hi to Chichi, which of course involved a nice hot and heavy quickie blowing her back out. Hey the woman had needs and an itch to scratch and given how often her husband was out and about training for weeks to months on end, how could Krillin not do her a regular solid? It wasn't that different from the peculiar little friends with benefits deal he had going on with Bulma, made the former monk wonder how bad Saiyan women had it when it came to the males of their species.

But that particular train of thought was on pause while in another universe a certain female saiyan pair sneezed when Krillin had arrived at his destination. The owner of this modest farm home was a Bovine woman by the name of Holly who according to the calls reported by her had been having issues with a stalker on her campus, to which the cow girl sowed him the evidence to prove it after greeting and welcoming him into her home. There on her table laid an assortment of gifts and love confessions, clearly unwanted and judging by the harsh words on the more semi recent items, had begun to turn violent. Threats of harm, harsh crude language such as “To the world’s loveliest corpse”, “go to hell, whore!!” and many such notable statements and declarations of one sided obsessive love turned to murderous hate at perceived slight of rejection made it clear the poor woman was understandably frightened and in need of protection.

So given the severity of the situation, the compact fighting officer stuck around for a few days and nights, waiting for the creep to make a move which was guaranteed if he perceived Krillin as some rival in the way of his obsession. About week or so later one evening the sleaze-ball made his move as he attempted to break in while Holly had been having a shower, suffice to say given the gap in terms of skill alone Krillin had? He never stood a chance and didn’t know what hit him as the short king made swift work of subduing him, right down to a few shots to the crotch that ensured the dirtbag would be useless to a woman and never so much as her an erection ever again. It was hard to tell what shocked and surprised Holly more when she came to see what the commotion was, finding Krillin having captured and outright emasculated if not borderline castrated her stalker or the look on the shortround cop's face at the fact she was still wet and naked from her shower and wearing little more than a loose bathrobe..which barely struggled to contain her fine physical assets..

After that awkwardness had passed and the proper calls to the authorities were made, Mr.Soon to be spending the rest of his life dickless and ballless as a prison bitch stalker was arrested and taken away, followed by a round of questions and statements per procedure of course. Krillin figured it was about the right time for him and Holly to part and go their ways but of course the dairy farmer cow absolutely and sweetly insisted she couldn't just let him go yet. At least not without a proper reward as thanks for being such a hero and all for her sake, and really how could he not pass up such a cute and pretty face. It was too damn adorable.

So there he found himself sitting comfy at her cosy kitchen table as she was busy preparing who knows what, doing his best to be polite and not ogle her backside. 18 was seriously such a bad influence on him, probably more of a perv than Master Roshi which was saying something and it didn't help Holly had on a simple white tanktop and denim jeans, the latter of which really highlighted her hips and thighs while struggling to contain that dumptruck ass of hers. Mercifully she was done preparing whatever it was as she made her way to the table and served up what seemed to be a bowl of ice cream, the Neapolitan treat radiating with a chill and looking delicious. Looking back and forth between the bowl and her face with its beaming smile before he decided to dig in as he picked up his spoon and began to dig in.

Krillin:*Soon as he took his first few bites, it was felt like there was a party in his mouth and everyone was invited, flavours dazzling his tastebuds.* “Hey this is pretty good….”*Feeling tempted to just scarf it all down but not wanting to risk the brain freeze. It was better than most store bought brands by miles, that’s for sure. Holly beaming with a smile as bright as the sun e with some pride.*

Holly:”Aww thanks honey, I was hoping you’d enjoy it. Made itself fresh myself here at home…..”*Her smile suddenly turning alluring and seductive much to his puzzlement. His confusion shifting to steady growing realisation as the bovine leaned his way, her massive udders bouncing inches from his face.*”and I’d just looooooooove to give you some more if you’d like….”*Krillin couldn’t help but blush as it became clear what way Holly wanted to show how thankful she was. His eyes treacherous as they ogled those tanktop bound titties just calling for attention as his loins felt the familiar rush of blood pumping and flowing to it.*

Really need the cow woman just made it impossible to say no so it was small wonder it all lead to this, groaning as he sat in the chair clasping hands with Holly while she performed paizuri. Her upper torso naked as her tanktop laid discarded on the floor, kneeling on the floor and sensually smiling as she had his manhood sandwiched between her massive milktanks. His hips thrusting between the soft furry flesh as she hummed and moaned sensually feeling it twitch and pulse, giving the tip the occasional lick and kiss whenever it came near her lips. There was no doubt she liked what she saw and she knew the feeling was mutual for him when it came to her soft, plump tittles so warm and loaded with her delicious milk.

Holly:”Mmm I knew a sweetheart like you would b packing but damn you’re more hung than a bronco. Now this is what I call a hero’s dick…what say I try some of your milk as well?”*The bovine beaut teased playfully, praising his endowment as she continued giving his cock a titfuck, milk spraying and leaking from her nips as it as it soaked and coated his length and girth for some extra lubrication. Glowing hearts of lust in her eyes becoming brighter as she soon found Krillin grasping her horns and proceed to pump his hips like a piston, the sudden deepthroating facefuck as her noble knight in shining armour embraced his base instincts in accepting the cowgirl’s generous reward. Inches of hips shaft making sure she experienced this oral preview of what was waiting for her pussy, those balls smacking her chin as her cameltoe gushing snd soaked through her denim jeans.*

it was no small wonder that Krillin’s reward escalated into a full on pornographic rut, Holly’s kitchen echoing wit the sounds of skin slapping on furry skin. The bovine babe’s face an raw ahegao as she was on the cool tiled floor on her hands and knees, gasping and moaning as Krillin jackhammered her from behind. Her milktank tits bouncing and swaying as her ass clapped those cheeks with every impact of those big balls smacking her clit. The compact stud grunting as he grasped her horns, Holly moaning at such casual assertion of dominance from her chivalrous sex machine.

Holly loved every single m second of it as minute passed into hours, wanting to ensure Krillin made the most of his reward as they went from the kitchen then to the living room and of course the bedroom. Not to mention the bathroom where they made sweet, passionate primal rut under a nice hot steamy shower and of course a variety of positions, the bovine beauty especially making sure he came inside her whenever he busted a nut. And for good measure insisted he suckle on her tits, after all nothing boosted energy like some warm nutritious milk fresh from the source itself. The short king and the hot single cow continuing at it even when the sun had set and they laid together in the afterglow in a tangle of limbs and messy, wet bed sheets.

Holly and Krillin parted ways the next morning, after a quickie of course for the road and leaving him her contact details with a wink and a smile. Making the former monk turned officer blush particularly when a few days after, she’d text him nude selfies, 18 looking over his shoulder and humming in approval as his hit smoking wife wondered when she might get to meet the cowgirl. Who had also quite generously sent them a gift crate of a box filled with a dozen tubs of her fresh, home made ice cream. Which 18 had to say was pretty delicious and made her want to try and taste the source of such goodness, making her man blush as it was damn well clear what she was implying.

Holly of course was already counting down the days until she wanted to see her hero once again, as she browsed a website for some lingerie. Humming sensually as she came across the Capsule Cocks website and what they had on offer in their range of products for hot, lonely women especially those in the single life. Sensually licking her lips as she came across their Warrior Monk line, her brain going wild with ideas and fantasies. Idly rubbing her stomach imaging her womb growing with life born from her hero’s seed…..

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The Curse is broken

When you made the ranks like he had, it was no wonder Krillin found himself on cases that went out of his jurisdiction, case in point having been sent to the small seemingly modest suburban town of Coxville by his boss to examine something...off, to say the very least about it. In particular, local campus Coxville High to look into allegations of inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers. Somehow he found himself joined by 18, who offered to come as backup, Something that his boss only agreed to when 18 beat her in an arm wrestling match so here there they were passing themselves off as a new couple set to move into town as they started their investigation with a visit to Principal’s office playing up a cover story about 18 needing a job and Krillin being there for moral support.

The man himself one Mr.Long, who as obviously eye humping 18 (like he seriously thought he was so smooth and slick about it, about as subtle as a sledgehammer on a cinder block), wanted to speak with her alone so Krillin got out of the office to wait and bumps into a pair of women who it just so happened were on their way to see Principal Long themselves. Introductions were in order as he would come to know the blonde and brunette duo respectively as Jenny Summer and Ivana Swallows, the gym teacher and nurse respectively as He pulls them aside as he informs them Mr.Long is busy with his wife and so they talked to pass the time, getting to know each other. Jenny and Ivana of course couldn’t help but feel bad for Krillin to be honest, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and now given how Mr.Long was, no doubt he was unknowingly, supposedly, getting NTR’d by the horny bastard, Coxville was harsh on out of towners like that. So sharing a secret look and some manner of silent telepathic conversation, Jenny and Ivana both agreed an decided to do he little guy a favour and give him a pity blowjob, confusing him as they gently but firmly grabbed him and pulled him with them towards Ivana’s office.

Puzzlement turned to shock and surprise as the blonde and brunette bimbo duo ambushed him with sudden breathtaking, sloppy kisses first in turn before finding himself in a three way make out session. Tongues dancing together as they swapped spit while Jenny and Ivana moved him to sit in the edge of the medical bed, their hands caressing his arms and torso, hums of approval at finding he was quite built for a short guy before they sunk to their knee on the floor. Hands grasping the waistbands of his pants, boxers included as they pulled them down only to gasp. Eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of what he was packing with genuine shock, mentally questioning reality and wondering they were awake or not.

But soon as they grasped it in their hands and began to stroke it, breathing in it’s potent masculine scent, it was was clear this was real and not some dream they were having. Finding themselves falling in love with the guy as they began to assault his length and girth with licks and kisses. A tandem fellatio coating his cock in their saliva as they sucked and blew on it, plunging away on his shaft with thirsty deepthroating as hears of lust glowed in their eyes. Memories and experience of prior encounters being put rightfully to shame as they felt their panties soaking and their thighs becoming sticky with their flowing arousal.

Meanwhile 18 was watching via Long's secret cameras, having found the hidden monitor system while a few feet away from her, the principal was sporting a broken nose and unconscious on the floor with his dick out. What he was packing was impressive if you were a basic bimbo of certain tastes but she was no such woman and certainly not about to get on her knees, especially considering he had talked to her like she was some kind of one track mind slut who would cheat on her husband. Giving him a few kicks and stomps for good measure of course before she resumed her viewing pleasure, sensually licking and biting her lips at seeing her short king work his natural subconscious charm on the gym teacher and nurse. The blonde and brunette now naked and practically making out with that cock between their dicksucking lips, that is when they weren’t taking turns having Krillin buck and thrust his hips to give them a facefuck as they deepthroated his shaft with growing lusty abandon.

Much to their delight, they found it took much effort to make the compact stud cum and ooh how they relished the taste of his jizz but to see that he hasn’t yet gone soft and limp? Their arousal somehow skyrocketed higher as they felt their pussies gush and quiver with the desire, the need to mate and breed with this short king as they wasted no time in playing on those urges. Jenny of course couldn’t help but pout adorably at Ivana having the first round of one on one, having won a quick round of Rock Paper Scissors yet she was biting her lip sensually all the same. Fingering herself shamelessly as she watched Ivana ride Krillin cowgirl style, slit gushing as she awaited her turn to impale her snatch on that length and girth.

Ivana:”Ooooh fuuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck me hard You gift from God!! Fuck me like you own me!! I’m your slut, your whore!! Ruin me for other men!!” *Just a few of the obscene remarks that flew from the Nurse’s dick sucking lips, face an expression that could be called bitch in heat as she bounced on Krillin’s cock. Eyes glowing and burning with lust as her tits bounced an her ass jiggled, gasping whenever he’d grab and squeeze the former and spank the latter, making out with him with such sloppy kisses that put the heavy petting she did in her teens seem tame. Her body burning with the rowing need to make this stud flood her womb with his seed before she gasped and suddenly found herself in a mating press, orgasming from such assertion of dominance from such a nice little guy. To think she was originally just looking to give him a pity blowjob!!*

Jenny:”Aahn! Right there daddy!! Don’t stop! Knock me up!! Slap my ass, I’m all yours!!”*The blonde bimbo was no better, arms and legs wrarpoed around Krillin’s compact yet sculpted Adonis frame as he had his arms hooked around her lucious thighs. Moaning as her short king caveman made her bounce and ride on his cock as Ivana loooked on as she laid on the medical bed, playing with herself as she recovered her energy. Looking on as Jenny’s bubble butt jiggled and clapped wholle her tits smothered Krillin’s face in their warm embrace. The floor gaining a growing puddle of her juices raining and dribbling as those heavy balls smacked her netherlips’ outer rim.*

Ultimately, 18 decided to join them as she got turned on from her little voyeurism show, leaving the comatose principal be as she invited into the Nurse’s office, a sensual predatory smile on her face at the surprise on the blonde and brunette’s faces as they were in the middle of another double team blowjob to tune him up. Confusion gave way to lust of course as Krillin soon found himself receiving a three woman set of lips and tongues on his cock and balls, as his wife and two new sexy lady friends kissed, licked and sucked on his equipment. Before proceeding to commence with the primal fucking once more with a variety of two to three on one from grasping 18’s blonde mane of hair as he facefucked her while Ivana ate her out to fucking the nurse doggy style as she laid atop and made out with Jenny. To having Jenn ride him in reverse cowgirl style as 18 kissed and made out with her while she scissored Ivana, even for the horny duo and the levels of horniness in Coxville, this was intense.

So much so that Jenny and Ivana found more shocks and surprises to their delight as this shortstack sex god actually fucked them to exhaustion!! Blissful fucked stupid smiles on their faces as they laid on the soaked bed, pussies overflowing with creampies as they watched 18 in the throes of passion with her husband, showing why she could never cheat on him when he could give it to her like this on a regular basis, the lucky girl. Sweet dream of their nice guy filling their fantasies as the horny duo soon finished up, leaving the pair decent and draped in fresh blankets. All the while finishing up the job they came here to do, suffice to say Principal Long was screwed and not in the best way he’d have liked.

The fallout was immediate as headlines o scandal rocked the news about the deviant behaviour that had gripped Coxville high, like many skeletons in the closet were finally being let out in the open. Long and ore than a few other teachers finding themselves neck deep in hot water and would do so for a good while as the status quo of Coxville seemed to find itself rocked. Later on after a few days resting from that peculiar investigation Krillin in approached by Roshi's sister Baba, the fortune teller explaining that she had felt a powerful old curse break. She said that apparently it was an old curse on the town of Coxville that would send the women of the town into fits of powerful lust, enough so that they would cheat on lovers and spouses alike akin to some porno.

Yet Krillin, with his actions and his nature of being such a genuinely nice guy, not to mention a hell of a lover, had unknowingly broken them free of this curse, much to his puzzlement. In the meantime, Jenny and Ivana had spread stories of their encounter with what they called a sex god among men and soon, the Housewives and other girls of Coxville were on the hunt for this certain short stack stud. After all part of the reason the curse often took effect was a majority of them had very disappointing, lacking boyfriends and husbands. If they were going to be sluts snd whores, why not for a real hunk of an alpha male?

Many were the tales and secrets of Coxville but for the women of this stranger, erotic town? Nothing was more mind blowing tha an a real proper good fuck from a real man. A man that could plow Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows into an erotic coma? That was a man they had to have tap their asses and make them his bitches….

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Fox on the Silver Screen!!

 Never let it be said that when it came to coming through for productions on her studio, Zigzag didn't deliver. After all how many could say they managed to get the one and only Auntie Vixen to pull from retirement for a special and dare she hoped, not a one off, performance for the latest work in progress for Double Z's ever constantly updated library catalogue? It had certainly helped that publicity was looking good for this fine little flick thanks to dedicated, loyal fans spreading via word of mouth once the rumours got out. Why wouldn't they, this was only Auntie Vixen, a veteran star of the adult film entertainment industry whose mature vibe and looks was off and contrasted yet at the same time complimented by a stoic, old fashioned sort of view when it came to matters regarding sexual relations.

what’s more so was this would the first time she’d ever done a human male on furry woman scene with Zigzag’s newest rising star, a peculiar fellow by the stage name Don Juan Sanchez or Krillin as we know him. Who upon meeting him for the first time, Vixen had to say she was somewhat unimpressed finding him rather below average in terms of qualities and traits like looks and height. It made the veteran wonder if Zigzag was losing her touch in scouting for talent but she suppose even the best slipped up every now and then, besides which she needed the money not to mention get that old itch scratched which was surprising given she thought it had long since faded. So as they say beggars couldn’t be choosers as we come to the set where they began conducting the shoot for production, the film crew all in place as quickened held save omly for the dialogue.

The film is a classic, a period piece concept, taking place years ago with Krillin playing the part of the villain, taking advantage of a lonely woman for sex, even wearing an old timey villain moustache. Vixen of course was to be his helpless vixen, a widow just barely getting by on rent and left with little choice but to cater to whims of this sleazy yet roguishly charming scoundrel as Zigzag looked on from her director’s chair with rapt attention as she’d been looking forward to this, the first of many scripted sex scenes between Krillin and Vixen. After the necessary back and forth of dialogue wherein the Soundrel coaxed and seduces the willow that he could be convinced and persuaded to accept an alternative to money, the compact stud proceeding to plant a liplock on the literal silver fox as the rookie and veteran began to make out. The Siberian tiger-skunk sensually licking her lips as she could hear Vixen begin to pant and moan, gasps of shock and awe escaping her muzzle as she experienced the depth of Krillin’s kissing skills with their tongues dancing together in growing ecstasy.

Vixen on the other hand was shocked and amazed at the sensations she was feeling right now just from this level of second base foreplay, her toes curling and spine tingling and to think Krillin was the cause of it. The fox doing her best to maintain the mood of the scene, after all she was the reluctant widow struggling not to give into the scoundrel seducing her but ironically it was adding to the vibe as he coaxed deep throated moans from her as his hands explored and touched her mature body. Her long dormant itch being renewed from becoming reacquainted with the intimate nature of being touched sexually by a man as she found herself becoming lost in her own little world, forgetting that there was anyone else here but the two of them. Just her and this quite gifted runt of a man who was setting her nerves ablaze with just his mouth and hands as piece after piece of her clothing was removed and discarded, to think he hadn't even gotten to the lewder stuff yet and he was getting her off with just heavy petting.

But ooh soon as he had her laying on the kitchen counter, she found herself moaning like a sensual son bird while he ate her out. His quite gifted and skilled tongue plunging away into her moist folds as her nerves were once more set ablaze with bliss and ecstasy all the while the cameras made sure to get the best shots and angles Especially her facial expressions. But ooh soon as she heard the sound of his fly’s zipper being undone, she couldn’t help but a sneak a glance and gasp, how could he fit something like that into his pants? The tip poking and prodding against her slit as she shuddered, biting her lip to prevent herself from sounding like a wanton whore which only helped to the vibe of the scene being filmed.

Oh but that was pretty much became mission impossible soon as he penetrated her, inch after inch of length and girth sinking deep into her pussy. The softcore nature of the piece meant that the more lewd details aren’t being captured like the connection of their loins, those would b saved for later as this was about setting the vibe and mood for her character’s downfall and corruption at the hands of this scoundrel Don Juan. But that was the furthest thing from Vixen’s mind right now as her brain was too busy drowning in pleasure as Krillin slowly and deeply pumped and thrust his cock into her, the tip hitting her womb of all places, it was so unreal!! She wasn’t a size queen by any means but she had been with her share of endowed partners and they were all being put shame as any doubts she had about Krillin were being proven wonderfully wrong.

Deep passionate moans filled the cottage scenery as the foxy lady felt orgasms rock her mature frame, her facial expressions a far cry from her usual composed demeanour. She simply couldn't help herself, how could she maintain any poise when you had a slab of meat like this hitting not just your G spot but the whole damn alphabet!! Her cries of passion rather melodic as they were erotic before she felt a major climax rock ever frame, cumming so hard thst she found herself squirting!! Now that she knew was something she had never done before, hell she didn’t think she capable of something like that!!

Yet it happened and had been caught on camera for all to see on future stream and dvd/Blu-ray release as well as witness by the filming crew but of course she was too lost in the ecstasy. Krillin prolonging her orgasm with deep impactful thrusts even as his pelvis became soaked with her nectar, grunting and shuddering as he pulled out and let loose with his own orgasm. Cock erupting as it sprayed and showered her hazelnut brown and snow white fur with his jizz. Vixen laying there panting in a blissful haze before Zigzag called them back to reality with a call of “CUT!!”, reminding the silver fox jsut what had caused her to become so immersed in pleasure moments before.

After the filming wrapped up for a brief intermission for the next scene, she couldn’t help but pout as she felt her loins continue to burn with desire. Thinking how could she wait when she hasn’t even felt that quite talented compact sex machine cum inside her and they still had a few scenes to do together?! Soon as she saw the now decent shirtless baldy, Vixen reached out and grabbed him to take him back to her dressing room, wanting him to show her what he can really do while claiming to the film crew that they were just running lines together. Some of the girls among the production floor had sly smiles knowing exactly wha she really meant by that, every girl always ran that bit with “Don Jua Sanchez”.

Soon as they were inside and she locked the door, she pounded on him and made out with a passion she never thought herself capable of, not even back in those tricky hormonal teen years!! Krillin of course more than willing and able to oblige her as they were soon naked, the sensual silver fox naked and her hair free from its immaculate bun as he had her pinned up against the wall a he fucked once again. Deep throated moans and howls pouring forth from her muzzle as she had her arms and legs around him for dear life while he jackhammered away into the warm embrace of her snatch. Making the silver fox wonder if it might be time to come out retirement if it meant ensuring this project wouldnt be a one time thing between herself the regifted rookie porn star…

Meanwhile, Zigzag was in her office on her phone, going through some of her old contacts from Slappy Squirrel and more sending them images and videos to show what their potential future costar could do. After all nothing helped establish your rookies’ potential like putting them up there with some veteran pros and chances were her little “Don Juan Sanchez” was going to have a line going around the block, twice!! She was even looking into any more potential Human men and women with that level of skill and potential, the fur on skin demographic was money!! A business woman like herself had to cover her bases after all….

18 of course later found quite a generous deposit made into her bank account as part of her free as Krillin’s unofficial agent and “pimp” for lack of a better word. As well as an advanced copy of the completed film starring her short king hubby and Auntie Vixen which she knew was going to be some enjoyable viewing. She had to say the costume department did wonders with the Snidely Whiplash get up but still make him recognisable that it wouldn’t spoil the sex scenes. She already knew she was going to have fun watching it together with him.

To the surprise of nobody of course, Double Z studios had hit another home-run out of the park with the release of “The Fox and the Scoundrel!!”, hitting record stream views and purchases. Fans were already debating if Auntie Vixen might commence a career renaissance comeback with this work of sexual art, little knowing in fact talks were in the works for potential future projects. Krillin meanwhile found his fanbase growing exponentially if the saucy mail was anything to go by, awkward as it was for him. But it was the price of fame after all and it was going to get better, or worse from here on, that was for sure…..

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Richard Dawkins

Published: Nov 13, 2023

“I say, Jarvis, cluster round.”

“Sir?”

“Close on me – if that’s the right expression?”

“A military phrase, sir, employed by officers requiring the presence of their subordinates.”

“Right, Jarvis. Lend me your ears.”

“Equally appropriate, sir. Mark Antony . . .”

“Never mind Mark Antony, Jarvis. This is important.”

“Very good sir.”

“As you know, Jarvis, when it comes to regions north of the collar stud, B Woofter is not rated highly in the form book. Nevertheless, I do have one great scholastic triumph to my credit. And I bet you don’t know what that was?”

“You have frequently adverted to it sir. You won the prize for Scripture Knowledge at your preparatory academy.”

“Yes, Jarvis, I did, to the ill-concealed surprise of the Rev Aubrey Upcock, proprietor and chief screw at that infamous hell-hole. And ever since then, although not much of a lad for Matins or Evensong, I’ve always had a soft spot for Holy Writ as we experts call it. And now we come to the nub. Orcrux, Jarvis?”

“Very appropriate sir, or ‘nitty gritty’ is these days often heard.”

“The point is, Jarvis, as an aficionado, I have long been especially fond of the book of Genesis. God made the world in six days, am I right, Jarvis?”

“Well sir . . .”

“Beginning with light, God moved swiftly through the gears, making plants and things that creep, scaly things with fins, our feathered friends tootling through the trees, furry brothers and sisters in the undergrowth and finally, rounding into the straight, he created chaps like us, before taking to his hammock for a well-earned siesta on the seventh day. Am I right, Jarvis?”

“Yes sir, if I may say so, a colourfully mixed summary of one of our great origin myths.”

“But now, Jarvis, mark the sequel. A fellow at the Dregs Christmas party was bending my ear last night over the snort that refreshes. Seems there’s a cove called Darwin who says Genesis is all a lot of rot. God’s been oversold on the campus. He didn’t make everything after all. There’s something called evaluation . . .”

“Evolution sir. The theory advanced by Charles Darwin in his great book of 1859, On the Origin of Species.”

“That’s the baby, Jarvis. Evolution. Would you credit it, this Darwin bozo wants me to believe my great great grandfather was some kind of hirsute banana-stuffer, scratching himself with his toes and swinging through the treetops. Now, Jarvis, answer me this. If we’re descended from chimpanzees, why are there chimpanzees still among those present and correct? I saw one only last month at the zoo. Why haven’t they all turned into members of the Dregs Club (or the Athenaeum according to taste)? Try that on your pianola, Jarvis.”

“If I might take the liberty, sir, you appear to be labouring under a misunderstanding. Mr Darwin does not say that we are descended from chimpanzees. Chimpanzees and we are descended from a shared ancestor. Chimpanzees are modern apes, which have been evolving since the time of the shared ancestor, just as we have.”

“Hm, well I think I get your drift, Jarvis. Just as my pestilential cousin Thomas and I are both descended from the same grandfather. But neither of us looks any more like the old reprobate than the other, and neither of us has his side-whiskers.”

“Precisely sir.”

“But hang on, Jarvis. We old lags of the Scripture Knowledge handicap don’t give up that easily. My old man’s guvnor may have been a hairy old gargoyle, but he wasn’t what you’d call a chimpanzee. I distinctly remember. Far from dragging his knuckles over the ground, he carried himself with an upright, military bearing (at least until his later years, and when the port had gone round a few times). And the family portraits in the old ancestral home, Jarvis. We Woofters did our bit at Agincourt, and there were no apes on the strength during that “God for Harry, England and St George” carry-on.”

“I think, sir, you underestimate the time spans involved. Only a few centuries have passed since Agincourt. Our shared ancestor with chimpanzees lived more than five million years ago. If I might venture upon a flight of fancy sir?”

“Certainly you might, Jarvis. Venture away, with the young master’s blessing”

“Suppose you walk back in time one mile, sir, to reach the Battle of Agincourt . . .”

“Sort of like walking from here to the Dregs, Jarvis?”

“Yes sir. On the same scale, to walk back to the ancestor we share with chimpanzees, you’d have to walk all the way from London to Australia.”

“Goodness, Jarvis, all the way to the land of cobbers with corks dangling from their lids. No wonder there are no apes among the family portraits, no low-browed chest-thumpers to be seen once-more-unto-the-breaching at Agincourt.”

“Indeed sir, and to go back to our shared ancestor with fish . . .”

“Wait a minute, Jarvis, hold it there. Are you now telling me I’m descended from something that would feel at home on a slab?”

“We share ancestors with modern fish, sir, which would certainly have been called fish if we could see them. You could safely say that we are descended from fish, sir.”

“Jarvis, sometimes you go too far. Although, when I think of Gussie Hake-Wortle . . .”

“I would not have ventured to make the comparison myself sir. But if I might pursue my fanciful perambulation back through time, sir?  To reach the ancestor that we share with our piscine cousins . . .”

“Let me guess, Jarvis, you’d have to walk right round the whole bally globe and come back to where you started and surprise yourself from behind?”

“A considerable underestimate sir. You’d have to walk to the moon and back, and then set off and do the whole journey again sir.”

“Jarvis, this is too much to spring on a lad with a morning head. Go and mix me one of those pick-me-ups of yours before I can take any more.”

“I have one in readiness sir, prepared when I perceived the lateness of the hour of your return from your club last night.”

“Attaboy, Jarvis. But wait, here’s another thing. This Darwin bird says it all happened by chance. Like spinning the big wheel at Le Touquet. Or like when Bufty Snodgrass scored a hole in one and stood drinks for the whole club for a week.”

“No sir that is incorrect. Natural selection is not a matter of chance. Mutation is a chance process. Natural selection is not.”

“Take a run-up and bowl that one by me again, Jarvis, if you wouldn’t mind. And this time make it your slower ball, with no spin. What is mutation?”

“I beg your pardon sir, I presumed too much. From the Latin mutatio, feminine, ‘a change’, a mutation is a mistake in the copying of a gene.”

“Like a misprint in a book, Jarvis?”

“Yes sir, and, like a misprint in a book, a mutation is not likely to lead to improvement. Just occasionally, however, it does, and then it is more likely to survive and be passed on in consequence. That would be natural selection. Mutation, sir, is random in that it has no bias towards improvement. Selection, by contrast, is automatically biased towards improvement, where improvement means ability to survive. One could almost coin a phrase, sir, and say ‘Mutation proposes, selection disposes.’

“Rather neat that, Jarvis. Your own?”

“No sir, the pleasantry is an anonymous parody of Thomas à Kempis.”

“So, Jarvis, let me see if I’ve got a firm grip on the trouser seat of this problem. We see something that looks like a piece of natty design, like an eye or a heart, and we wonder how it bally well got here.”

“Yes sir.”

“It can’t have got here by pure chance because that would be like Bufty’s hole in one, when we had drinks all round for a week.”

“In some respects it would be even more improbable than the Honourable Mr Snodgrass’s alcoholically celebrated feat with the driver, sir. For all the parts of a human body to come together by sheer chance would be about as improbable as a hole in one if Mr Snodgrass were blindfolded and spun around, so that he had no idea of the whereabouts of the ball on the tee, nor of the direction of the green. Were he to be permitted a single stroke with a wood, sir, his chance of scoring a hole in one would be about as great as the chance of a human body spontaneously coming together if all its parts were shuffled at random.”

“What if Bufty had had a few drinks beforehand, Jarvis? Which, by the way, is pretty likely.”

“The contingency of a hole in one is sufficiently remote, sir, and the calculation sufficiently approximate, that we may neglect the possible effects of alcoholic stimulants. The angle subtended at the tee by the hole . . .”

“That’ll do, Jarvis, remember I have a headache. What I clearly see through the fog is that random chance is a non-starter, a washout, scratched at the off. So how do we get complex things that work, like human bodies?”

“To answer that question, sir, was Mr Darwin’s great achievement. Evolution happens gradually and over a very long time. Each generation is imperceptibly different from the previous one, and the degree of improbability required in any one generation is not prohibitive. But after a sufficiently large number of millions of generations, the end product can be very improbable indeed, and can look very much as though it was designed.”

“But it only looks like the work of some slide-rule toting whizz with a drawing board and a row of biros in his top pocket?”

“Yes sir, the illusion of design results from the accumulation of a large number of small improvements in the same direction, each one small enough to result from a single mutation, but the whole cumulative sequence is prolonged enough to culminate in an end result that could not have come about in a single chance event. The metaphor has been advanced of a slow climb up the gentle slopes of what has somewhat over-dramatically been called ‘Mount Improbable’, sir.”

“Jarvis, that’s a doozra of an idea, and I think I’m beginning to get my eye in for it. But I wasn’t too far wrong, was I, when I called it ‘evaluation’ instead of evolution?”

“No sir. The process somewhat resembles the breeding of racehorses. The fastest horses are evaluated by breeders and the best ones are chosen as progenitors of future generations. Mr Darwin realised that in nature the same principle works without the need for any breeder to do the evaluating. The individuals that run fastest are automatically less likely to be caught by lions.”

“Or tigers, Jarvis. Tigers are very fast, Inky Brahmapur was telling me at the Dregs only last week.”

“Yes sir, tigers too. I can well imagine that his Highness would have had ample opportunity to observe their speed from the back of his elephant. The nub, or crux, is that the fastest individual horses survive to breed and pass on the genes that made them fast, because they are less likely to be eaten by large predators.

“By Jove, Jarvis, that makes a lot of sense. And I suppose the fastest tigers also get to breed because they are the first ones to grab their medium rare with all the trimmings, and so survive to have little tigers that also grow up to be fast.”

“Yes sir.”

“But this is amazing, Jarvis. This really prangs the triple twenty. And the same thing works not just for horses and tigers but for everything else?”

“Precisely sir.”

“But Jarvis, wait a moment. I can see that this bowls Genesis middle stump. But where does it leave God? It sounds from what this Darwin bimbo says, that there’s not a lot left for God to do. I mean to say, Jarvis, I know what it’s like to be underemployed, and underemployed is what God, if you get my drift, would seem to be.”

“Very true sir.”

“So, well, dash it, I mean to say, Jarvis, in that case why do we even believe in God at all?”

“Why indeed sir?”

“Jarvis, this is astounding. Incredulous.”

“Incredible sir.”

“Yes, incredible, Jarvis. I shall see the world through new eyes, no longer through a glass darkly as we biblical scholars say. Don’t bother with that pick-me-up, Jarvis. I find I no longer need it. I feel sort of liberated. Instead, bring me my hat, my stick, and the binoculars Aunt Daphne gave me last Goodwood. I’m going out into the park to admire the trees, the butterflies, the birds and the squirrels, and marvel at everything you have told me. You don’t mind if I do a spot of marvelling at everything you’ve told me, Jarvis?”

“No indeed sir. Marvelling is very much in the proper vein, and other gentlemen have told me that they experience the same sense of liberation on first comprehending such matters. If I might make a further suggestion sir?”

“Suggest away, Jarvis, suggest away, we are always ready to hear suggestions from you.”

“Well sir, if you would care to follow the matter further, I have a small volume here, which you might care to peruse.”

“Doesn’t look very small to me, Jarvis, but anyway, what is it called?”

“It is called The Greatest Show on Earth, sir, and it is by . . .”

“It doesn’t matter who it’s by, Jarvis, any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Heave it over and I’ll have a look when I return. Now, the binoculars, the stick and the gents’ bespoke headwear if you please. I have some intensive marvelling to do.”

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Note: "The Greatest Show on Earth: The Evidence for Evolution" is by Richard Dawkins. It's a little self-referential, tongue-in-cheek joke.

[wonik1ss]

one — the new kid in town + half written

I didn’t even get to step through the doors for my new school and all eyes where on me. Which made me very tempted to just hope the fence around the school and go home. But I knew if I did that I would have a hundred questions from my parents and a two hour long lecture coming my way. So I tried my best to seem like I didn’t even care, even though it all creeped me out.

But after that I found my way to what I though was the main office till I opened it and interrupted a class…

on of the students stud of an said “you looking for the main office “

“ Ya how did you know “

“ well your kind of the new buzz around here and people usually don’t peek into classes then slam the door “. She said chuckling. Which made me look down at my shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

The teacher then said “ ok then Liz why don’t you show the new student to the main office then “. It was like she new how awkward I was feeling and lifted all the pressure of my shoulders

“ sure “ Liz said as she got up and put her arm around mine as we walked out the classroom.

“ I’m Liz and your Y/n right? “

“ Ya “ I said as she continued to guide me to the office as we briefly chatted as she walked me to the office.

As we finally approached the office she start to look sad

“ Aw.. here we are then.. If you ever need any help I’ll be there bye then Y/n!! “ She said as she skipped away back to her class.

I then walked into the office and got my new classes and got ready for my life at this new school.

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summary : Leeseo was the quiet, nerdy, but cute kid in class that always got bullied.

until you the cool and cute new student in school becomes her friend and stands up for her. But what if instead of a friendship you start a different type of ship?

[kylosbreedingkink]

Please, please, if anyone reading this ever works in the TV or film industry, when it comes to animals, I'm begging you, please make sure they are at least somewhat researched before including them in the story.

For example:

Look at what species live in what areas. Why is Baloo a brown bear in The Jungle Book CGI film? That makes no sense. He's supposed to be a sloth bear. Brown bears in India are limited to the Himalayas, not in Madhya Pradesh where The Jungle Book is set. Why do all the Asian elephants have tusks, and yet there's a young one with them? Asian elephant females don't have tusks. The primates don't make the correct noise - I heard chimp noises when shown monkeys? I won't go on about this film, but with how easy it is to find out information about animal species in India, there's no excuse.

Birds fly in different ways. If there are CGI birds in the show then having them all fly in the same way really breaks the immersion. Vultures do not take off straight up like a pheasant that's being flushed.

Different animal species have different gestation periods. A horse averages 11 months but can be longer. Having a story plot hinge on when horses give birth compared to the stud horse used needs to keep this in mind. A lot of horses are also artificially inseminated, so even if the stud horse goes missing, it can still sire foals.

You don't need to have a cat constantly purr and meow the second they are on screen to remind people that there's a cat there. Yes, some cats are loud, but overall cats don't make much noise. It's really really distracting, especially when piped in cat noises sometimes imply the cat is in distress due to frequency and pitch, yet behaviourly the cat is just stood there.

For the love of god please research bird calls and what bird calls will be heard where, and what an owl sounds like! Please no more hooting barn owls.

Zoos have safety protocols in the case of a dangerous wild animal escape. These are getting any people on site indoors so the animal can't reach them. People aren't just going to be wandering around completely unaware 10 mins into a tiger escape.

A tiger isn't just going to stand there and watch and roar a little when it comes across the 'heroic police officer who shoots it with a pistol'. It's a tiger, it's going to be stalking, quiet, creeping. Also, use a rifle.

If a dangerous wild animal escapes the zoo, the policy is shoot to kill, ESPECIALLY if the animal in question has managed to escape the perimeter fence or human life is in danger. This is as tranquillisers take time to work, especially in high stress situations which the animal will be in.

[strangersatellites]

OKAY JESUS HERE'S 1.6K OF PIERCER EDDIE, HELL

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Time isn’t usually on his side but particularly not today.

Steve glances at his watch, huffs, and lays on his horn all in one go and curses his own affinity for impulse decisions.

It’s a Wednesday afternoon after the longest work day of all time and now, thanks to a few glasses of wine and a little too much encouragement from Robin the night before, he’s found himself on his way to get a nose piercing.

He works in a corporate office for fuck’s sake. Who does he think he is?

The shop he booked with has a steep cancellation fee (and also he’s not a bitch) so he decided “fuck it.” It’ll look good on him anyway. 

He knows because he did extensive research and some amateur photo editing after glass number four.)

He peels into the parking lot on two wheels a whole two minutes before his appointment and breathes a sigh of relief and the slightest bit of apprehension.

He knew booking during the week would be an ordeal but he didn’t want to wait, sue him.

So as he walks in the door to the very last appointment of the day, he’s got an apology on the tip of his tongue. He’s met with a bright smile and a wave.

“Hey man, welcome in! What can we do for you today?”

Steve catches the tail end of the once over the guy gives him and can imagine the picture he makes.

Who pulls up to the tattoo/piercing shop at 4:50 p.m. on a Wednesday in khakis and a corporate branded quarter zip?

He reaches up and scratches at the back of his neck, a sudden onslaught of nerves making him jittery.

“Uh yeah hi. I’ve got an appointment with Eddie?”

The guy behind the counter snaps his fingers and points. 

“Nostril piercing, right?”

Steve nods.

“Sick. You check out the jewelry here on this first shelf and I’ll let him know you’re here.” The guy walks toward a back room but catches the doorframe at the last second. “I’m Jeff by the way. Holler if you need anything.”

Steve peruses the jewelry and sees a ton of things he would never be brave enough to try for himself. But he sends a couple of snaps to Robin, sees some things she would look cool with.

He lands on a tiny diamond stud with a gold setting. Knows it’ll probably cost an arm and a leg despite its size but can’t bring himself to care. He’s always been drawn to things that sparkle and he can just imagine now how this one would look. Subtle, but flashy in its own right.

Jeff comes back and has Steve fill out some paperwork. Tells him he picked a good piece and that he’ll have to make sure he lets him see it before he leaves.

Steve kills a few minutes in the lobby, eyes drifting over the tattoo designs on the wall. A number of them signed “Eddie Munson.” Huh. Maybe if he decides to get tattooed next he’ll make this a one-stop shop.

His nerves are just starting to creep up on him when he hears footsteps coming down the hall.

Steve’s man enough to admit that he’s a little floored for a half second before he pulls himself together. 

“Hey man! Steve, right? You ready to go?”

Eddie, he assumes, is a character. That’s the only word he has for him.

He’s hot, first and foremost, but he’s also just interesting.

Dressed in black, lots of it, some 80’s band shirt and the clunkiest boots Steve’s ever seen, somehow his outfit is hardly the most noticeable thing about him. His tattoos on every inch of his arms are equally as distracting as the silver jewelry all but covering his ears. Steve can practically hear it clinking as he talks. He’s got wild curls pulled up on top of his head and Steve is grateful, he’ll say that.

He shakes himself off and nods. Shrugs with his hands in his pockets.

“Ready as I’m gonna get, probably.”

Eddie’s smile makes Steve’s stomach swoop. He nods toward the back and leads the way.

Eddie gestures for Steve to sit down and he starts talking about the process but Steve’s hardly listening. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears and it's got nothing to with the needle he’s about to have shoved in his face. 

Before he can psych himself entirely out, Eddie shuffles in front of him with a pen.

“Look at me.”

Steve’s eyes dart up to meet Eddie’s and he watches them fill with mirth. Feels ringed fingers catch his chin and tilt his face up. Oh. Duh.

“Not quite, sweetheart.”

Steve can all but feel the blush cover his cheeks.

His eyes dart all over Eddie’s face while he marks on Steve’s skin. He looks at the sharp focus of his brow, the double hoops situated in the side of his nose, his stupidly pretty lips. The way he watches his eyes refocus on Steve’s whole face.

“You ever had anything pierced before?”

And oddly enough, “Yeah in college. Got drunk at a party and let some girl pierce my ears.” Eddie fake-winces and makes Steve giggle. “I didn’t keep them though.”

He feels Eddie’s fingers tuck his hair behind his ear and he turns Steve’s head to the side with a hum.

“Shame. Think you’d look awful cute with some hoops.”

Before Steve can process Eddie’s casual flirting the other man’s clapping his hands and telling Steve to check the placement in the mirror.

He doesn’t have the heart to say he couldn’t care less where the damn thing goes. Not when Eddie’s tugging black latex gloves on over his shoulder in the mirror.

He sits back down and wrings his hands in his lap, suddenly nervous again.

Eddie tells him to lay back and when he looks up at the ceiling his heartbeat really ramps up. 

“Am I gonna look stupid?” He asks. The impulse finally catching up with him and making him realize what exactly he’s about to do. 

Eddie walks around to stand above his head and he somehow still looks just as pretty upside down.

He shakes his head and adjusts Steve’s head where he wants it. “Hell no. You’re gonna look super hot.” He freezes for a half second before he shrugs, plays it cool. “In my very professional opinion, obviously.”

Steve snorts and smiles as Eddie lines up the needle. His eyes dart across Eddie’s face again and he’s clearly not listening, too distracted by thoughts of how much he wants to kiss his piercer.

He’s startled out of his own head with a tap to his cheek.

Eddie’s smiling down at him. “You don’t have to keep looking at me.”

Steve's mouth has always moved faster than his brain.

“Can I?”

Eddie’s face twists into a smirk but Steve can still see the faintest blush paint his cheeks so he calls his own inability to keep his mouth shut a win.

“You can look as much as you want, pretty boy.”

He lines the needle back up again and Steve takes in a sharp breath.

“Deep breath in, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Steve’s so caught off guard by the way that simple phrase sends all his blood south that he doesn’t even register the needle so much as he just hears Eddie say “– and out. That’s perfect. You’re such a good listener.”

And what the fuck?

Steve’s heart is pounding and his head is fuzzy around the edges and he just feels a little tug and suddenly Eddie’s peeling off his gloves with a “Voila!”

He sits up slowly, wary of the fact that he’s a bit dizzy albeit not from the needle. 

Eddie catches him before he can get to the mirror and Steve is fascinated with the way he can literally watch his eyes darken.

He crosses his arms over his chest and nods. “Knew you’d look hot, but Jesus.” He hands Steve a handheld mirror and drags a hand over his face.

Steve looks himself over and can feel his own face light up.

“I love it. It's so cute!”

Eddie covers his face with his hands and groans. “Cute. Jesus fucking Christ.” He snorts and starts gathering up all of Steve’s care instructions and goodies. “Yeah, it’s cute alright.”

Now that he’s not scared anymore, loath as he was to admit that he was in the first place, he can crank the charm back up.

He tilts his head to the side and leans back on his hands. “Yeah? You like it?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder with his eyebrow raised.

“I do like it. Do you?”

Steve gives him a very deliberate once over. Shrugs one shoulder when his eyes make it back up to Eddie’s face. 

“Mhm. S’hot.”

Eddie shakes his head and laughs under his breath. He hands Steve a stack of papers and a handful of stickers.

“Your care instructions, darling.”

Steve snorts when he reads the sticker on top.

“”I got penetrated by a professional.” Really?”

Eddie shrugs. “You did, didn’t you?”

Once again, mouth beats brain.

“I would.”

There’s a charged silence before Eddie huffs and snatches the papers back from Steve.

He’s mumbling under his breath as he scribbles on the paper. Something like “–so stupid, what the fuck.”

When he hands them back there’s a number scrawled across the top.

“Call me when I’m not on the clock, if you’re interested in the alternative context.”

Steve smiles to himself while Eddie rings him up.

Only has to sit in his car for two minutes before he’s pressing call.

“I knew the last appointment of the day was a good idea.”

we all know and love tattoo artist eddie, but hear me out- piercer eddie.

this post is sponsored by the sticker my piercer gave me yesterday that says “i got penetrated by a professional” because i just think that-

[warmaidensrevenge]

Persistent is key

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

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Request by @salenorona23

Brief description: I just thought a request i wanna make its a eddie munson x plus!size reader. So i was thinking eddie is like deeply in love with the reader that he sto stocks her everywhere she gose and is like a little bit of a psychopath and he has pictures of her so at school he talks to the reader at admits he has a crush on her so they start dating and the reader falls in love with him so when eddie is getting them take out she snoops in his room and finds the pictures in his closet Or something she gets scared she was gonna leave but eddie came back so she pust everything back the way it was and just dose what she was doing before he left she tells and when eddie is back she tells him of what she found and he explains why he has some of her stuff and pictures of her and he begs her not to leave him so she doesn't because she loves him "sorry if its like really long i just had this idea you don't have to do it"

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Cool I got you. Happy birthday!

Warning: stocker Eddie, bit of a creep, mentions of drug use, cursing. Not proof read and no word count.

One shot

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Eddie could tell you the exact moment he fell for you. He just arrived at school late as always. He was at his locker when he saw you coming out of the main office looking at your schedule. A teacher was walking you toward one of your classes. You didn't notice him standing there gawking at you as you passed by. He remembered everything about you in the few seconds he was blessed with your presence. You had on some black high top Chuck Taylors with black leggings that hugged the curve of your plump bottom. You were wearing a slightly loose Van Halen black tshirt that was cut just a bit on the neck line showing just a hint of cleavage. You had on a lace black choker with a small pendent of a cat hanging from it. You didn't wear much makeup. Just a little mascara and some chapstick. You hair was held back with a studded headband. You looked absolutely beautiful.

Eddie headed to class after, just to see you sitting right by the door. His face felt drained of blood. He felt like he couldn't breath. You didn't look up from your text book. Which was kinda weird. Because normally when someone enters a room everyone would look to see who it was.

"Are you gonna sit down Mr Munson?"

The teacher brought Eddie out of your trance. The whole class laughed. That's when you finally looked up to see what everyone was laughing about. Your eyes met for a brief moment. You gave him a small side smile before returning back to your text book.

Eddie went to sit in his spot in the back next to Gareth.

" You ok Eddie? Looks like you've seen a ghost."

Eddie flicked his wrist at Gareth not answering his question. He stared at the side of your face the entire class. When the bell rang he watched you leave, your bountiful curves swaying. Eddie had stayed there for a minute and adjusted his junk because he was getting a chubby from looking at your ass.

During lunch he looked for you. He was gonna introduce himself and ask if you wanted to join him and the others at his table. You came in wearing headphones. He wonder what you were listening to. The way you were dressed made him think it was definitely something good. He stood up when you came close by. But you were heading to a table with all the book worms. He sat back down losing his courge. You were smart he thought. Which was intimidating to him. He watched you pull out one of your books and started doing some work.

"Eddie man is rude to stare." Dustin broke Eddie's concentration.

He just glared at the curly head boy and returned to look at you.

" You're starting to look like a creep." Mike said causing Eddie to throw a pretzel at him.

...

Eddie had purposefully failed his second year of highschool so that he could spend your senior year with you. He had more classes with you that year. And during memorial day weekend he went to the towns parade. He normally didn't go to things like that. Due to everyone thinking he was in some sort of cult. But you were in the schools marching band and he wanted to see you. He snapped photo after photo on the camera he saved up enough to buy just to take pictures of you. Roll after roll of film was filled with you. Going about your day at school or when you walked home after. Eddie would follow you to make sure you got home safe every day.

One day he was behind you walking to class when someone bumped into you and knocked the books out of your arms. Eddie pushed the person that bumped you. And went to you to help you.

" Uh thanks. It's um Eddie right?" You said

You knew his name. Damn you've must of heard about the freak.

" y-yeah. Eddie Munson." He said nervously.

" I'm y/n l/n."

Yeah I know. Eddie thought.

"It's nice to finally meet you." You said holding out her hand.

He hesitated for just a second before shifting the books to one side, wiping his hand on the front of his shirt. So that you couldn't feel how sweaty his hand got.

After that, anytime you saw him you would wave. You started buy weed from him. He would always try to give it to you for free but you wouldn't have it.

Eddie had invited you once to see him perform at the Hideout. And when you showed Eddie was completely enamored. You looked so beautiful that night. Afterwards Eddie asked if he could take you home. And to his surprise you accepted. Which was probably a mistake. Eddie now knew where you live and which room was yours. So coming to watch you for an hour or two through your bedroom window became a habit every other day. He watched as you danced making him smile. He saw you arguing with your father. Which hurt him that you were upset. He even saw you change a few times. Seeing your bare chest once. Eddie's body went into shock. He saw your perfect breast that looked like they would spill out of his hands. Your pretty nipples hard from the sudden cold they felt. Your not so flat tummy looks so soft and warm that Eddie wanted to use it as a pillow. When you turned around he could make out a small tattoo on your shoulder. He couldn't tell what it was since he was a bit far away from you. That's when he decided he need more.

The weekend you and your family went out of town, Eddie commit his first misdemeanor. Breaking and entering. He snuck into your room and laid on your bed sniffing you're pillow that smelled like apple shampoo. After a while he got up and looked around your room. You were definitely his type. Thick, nice, beautiful, smart, and had great taste in music. He stole a pair of panties along with a jacket. It smelled like you and he wanted it.

...

It took him a while to get you to like him or so he thought. At lunch one time he came over to the table you where sitting. Eddie was getting ugly looks from the others. He said that he really liked you and if you would do him the honor of going out on a date. Which ended with a kiss. Eddie was infatuated with you.

But after the time he helped you with your books you had started to like him too. After a few months of dating Eddie invited you to spend the night at his trailer when his uncle was at work. Knowing what might happen you went excitingly. You were falling in love with his crazy self. He was a weirdo but so where you. He was so theatrical all the time. He did it just to hear you laugh.

That night you went you were already wearing you pajamas you had your teddy in one arm and movies in the other. Eddie let you in and took the movies out of your hand and pulled you into his room. You laid on his bed back against the wall when he asked if you were hungry. You nodded and Eddie kissed you and left.

You were bored waiting around for him so you started looking around the room. You got up and opened his small jewelery box's trying on one of his rings. It was too big so you put it back or you would have swiped it. You kept looking through his things. You looked at his baby and ran your fingers over the chords. You finally got to the closet. It seemed like a normal closet until you pushed his clothes aside. You saw what looked like a type of alter. With a picture of you half naked and loads of others.

"What the hell Eddie!" you said while pulling out more and more. 2 pairs of panties, your favorite jacket that you thought you misplaced. Even a used Kleenex. You heard Eddie's van pull up and you shoved everything back in not having enough time to fix it. You jumped on the bed and pretend to be asleep. Eddie came in with containers of food. He nudged you and you sat up. You didn't really eat much and Eddie noticed.

" What's the matter sweetheart?"

" Nothing Eddie. I'm uhh just feel sick. Maybe I should go home.,"

"No princess don't go. I have medicine here. What ever you need I'll go get it for you."

You couldn't lie to him. He need to know what you knew. You stood up and made your way to his closet pulling it open and grabbing the half naked picture . " Why do you have this?"

Eddie scramble up to pull the picture out of your hand. But you pulled back so he couldn't reach it.

" Eddie stop it! Why do you have all this stuff?"

Eddie stopped and dropped his eyes to the ground slouching stepping back and sitting back on the bed.

" I-i I'm sorry. I never meant for you to see that. Please please don't leave. Just let me explain."

"Well Eddie I saw it. Now tell me what's going on. Do you plan on making me a human sacrifice?"

He looked up at you to see if you were serious. But the smile you had on your face had taken him back.

You bent down and picked up a pair of panties and went to stand in front of Eddie. Placing yourself between his legs.

" you know if you wanted a pair of these you didn't have to steal it."

Eddie looked at you in disbelief. You weren't furious with him. It seemed like you actually liked it.

" you know. I do like to be worshipped. And from the looks of it. You would want nothing more other than to do that."

Eddie nodded still not able to find the words to explain how he got all that stuff or to ask why you weren't running out the door.

You lowered yourself to Eddie's line of sight. "Hey you're really weird." You said. You moved up to whisper in his ear moving his hair behind his shoulder. " But I like that."

Eddie smiled and got up to kiss you. After a few seconds he pulled away. "Man you are so fucking Ozzy. I love you."

" You love me?" You were a bit shocked. You just thought he had a crazy ass crush on you.

" Yes. Since your first day of school."

" Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Eddie shrugged. " I didn't think I was your type."

" Eddie you are sweet, cute, you're funny, you listen when I have something to say, you're in a band and you actually know how to play the guitar, you are into D&D. And you have the most amazing hair I have ever seen.. You are literally my type to a T."

Eddie hugged you tighter and kissed you again until you pulled away.

"Edward?!"

Eddie let go of you and watched you go back into his closet. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. He heard you come back out but didn't look at you.

" Is this my retainer Eddie?"

He winced and peaked out of one eye to see if you were pissed. You had one hand out with your retainer and the other on your hip.

"uhhh no...."

"Edward Joseph Munson!"

"umm I mean I really really love you."

" Damnit Eddie you are so fucking weird......I love it!.....I love you."

Eddie looked at you. His smile had all his laugh lines showing. This big fawn eyes were just little brown slits.

" Ha you love me too. You're the weirdo now y/n."

" as long as you like that. I'm cool with it."

" Oh yes sweetheart. I love it!"

You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" So... Eddie... Care to show me why people call you a freak?"

Eddie raised a brow. " With fuckin' pleasure princess."

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Just for Mrs Barber

Note - Written for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder 's hoelentine's fic swap challenge! My giftee was the beautiful @kaminorogers . I hope you all like it.

Shoutout to beard kinks resident hoe @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for all her help with this and to my dear friend lizzygal (link to ao3) for the beta.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines.

Warnings - 18+ only please! Explicit sexual content, beard kink, bondage, blindfold, dom!Andy.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You were sure you heard Linda say something, her voice was mixed up in the background noise of everyone chatting and some music. You couldn’t really listen, not when your husband decided that he was going to look that good and distract you, keeping you from being a good hostess.

Andy always looked good. He could roll out of bed and look good enough to eat—although maybe you were a bit biased. He was one of those people who just didn’t realize how handsome he was.

Maybe he had some sort of eyesight problem, because looking at him now. With his hair made up and beard neatly trimmed, wearing a cream sweater and some dark jeans, the whole ensemble was so basic but he pulled it off so well. His pink lips looked so delicious as they sipped on a beer.

“Mrs Barber.”

You gasped when you heard Linda call out to you, clearing your throat you looked back at her. “Yes?”

“I love what you’ve done with the house, it’s so beautiful.”

A genuine smile graced your face as you thanked her. Andy had asked you what you wanted for your first wedding anniversary, you nonchalantly told him that you wanted the most picture perfect and cosy house in the suburbs. That you were too tired of the noise and pollution of the city and longed to have a garden of your own.

Also, a bigger house would be much better if you ever have any youngins. But you didn’t tell him that. Not yet.

You were just being yourself--kind of a spoilt brat. Which shouldn’t have surprised him because he was the one to spoil you with his love and affection and the occasional material gifts.

You absolutely did not expect him to actually buy you a big ass house. It wasn’t too big if you thought about it. Just a master and two smaller bedrooms, which was what you preferred. You didn’t want to have any distance from your husband. Be it physical or emotional.

The backyard was most spacious. You could probably fit a beautiful gazebo there. But you planned on growing your own vegetables and make delicious meals as a thank you to Andy everyday for the rest of your lives. You had put your heart into decorating every single nook and cranny of the house. Having it be appreciated was most flattering.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Your husband is so handsome,” she observed and you only hummed as you looked over at him. He most definitely was. “And he helped you with cooking and setting up.”

“Yes, he did. He always helps. He isn’t one for parties but he indulged me by letting me throw this one,” you told her.

Andy wasn’t that enthusiastic about hosting a barbeque for neighbors who were basically still strangers for your anniversary/valentines. He preferred to have you to himself but with some kisses and cuddles, batting your brand-new eyelash extensions, and convincing he finally gave in.

“Mrs Barber,” Linda grinned, putting her hand on your elbow, “You’re drooling.”

“Oh, I am?” you quickly looked over at her, after admiring how perfect your husband’s ass looked in those damn jeans.

“That’s alright, I promise I won’t tell,” she winked, “you’re both so cute.”

You were gushing some more about Andy, how amazing he was and how the honeymoon phase never seemed to end for you both. But you straightened up when you saw him approaching you.

“Honey,” he said, “We’re out of ice.”

“Oh, I thought we had enough... I’m sure we could do without it,” you shrugged.

Andy snaked a hand around your waist, sipping on his beer as he looked down at you, so much more comfortable by your side. He frowned when he heard the guys calling for him, reluctant to leave your side but you nudged him and told him to go socialise.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later tonight,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his lips to your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin making you gasp. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said against your face which was heating up by his uncharacteristic public display of affection.

After cleaning up you were finally getting ready for bed. Wiping your make up before taking your diamond studs off.

“We made so many friends too,” you wondered out loud. “It was a success in my book! I hope I was a good hostess.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were. Come here now.” You saw him in your dressing tables mirror, extending an arm to you and inviting you to him.

“Um, well, maybe give me a moment,” you stammered, heat creeping up your neck as you scurried off to the bathroom while he called out for you.

He frowned, you never had any problem changing clothes in front of him or being naked and in so many compromising positions before him, so why now?

“Honey, I appreciate this, I really do, but.. maybe we can just do something else,” he told you, holding onto your hand which was massaging his shoulder and kissing your knuckles. He thought it was nice of you to offer a back rub, after the day he had had he needed it, but he wanted something more than that... “I’m hungry,” he licked his lips.

“I can cook something up for you, a post-dinner snack maybe,” you offered.

“No baby,” he chuckled, “Hungry for YOU.”

He kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild but then frowned when he didn’t get the reaction he desired from you, in fact you felt a little... stiff.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he looked into your eyes.

“I was actually wondering if we could try something new...”

“Like what?” he pouted. He was a bit concerned, whenever you both had tried something new, it didn’t really go well.

There was that time you slipped and sprained your ankle during a very taxing session in the shower, when you surprised him at his office but then you were caught by his assistant—to this day he still can’t look her in the eye, when you insisted on tying him up but he ended up breaking free of the cuffs and spending the night ravaging you instead.

His unenthusiastic response was clearly not what you wanted as you blinked, disappointed evident on your face, “Nothing,” you shook your head, “now, where were we?” a salacious grin on your lips.

He hadn’t really tried to press on to see what your new suggestion was. He knew he wasn’t the most interesting man in the world. He wasn’t always as easy going as you were. How he even managed to get someone like you was something he could never comprehend.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby,” came your voice from the master bathroom, “Here I come.”

You twirled before him, showing off your brand new fiery red babydoll. Which cost a pretty penny since it was the season of love.

“Whoa, you look gorgeous... what did I ever do to deserve you...” he wondered as his gaze raked you over.

“It’s actually the other way around,” you waved him off, climbing on the bed, “It’s time for your gift, Mr Barber.”

You took the book he was reading from his hands, setting it beside him and he hummed as you kissed his cheek.

“Actually...” he held onto the curve of your hips, squeezing just a little bit.

“Hm?”

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

That got your attention. You pulled away from his face, your soft lips still tingling from the coarseness of the hair on his face. “Oh?” Your heart fluttering in excitement. “You didn’t have to. You already bought us a home...” You said in a small voice, your fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s not just for you,” he smirked.

You watched, your fingers drumming along your bare thigh in anticipation as he went through his dresser.

“Since you want to try new things,” he said with his back to you, pulling something out of the dresser, “I figured this might be the perfect opportunity.”

You gasped when you saw, what looked like was a red silk tie and a dark blindfold.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. You had tried to get Andy to watch fifty shades with you and while he didn’t really say it, you knew that he wasn’t really into the movie or the kinky sex. He could barely stay down when you used cute pink fluffy handcuffs on him.

“I hope you can be a good girl for me,” his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, “and stay still. You never do... I always have to hold you down so this should make things easier... hands,” he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience, as you held your hands out for him, gulping a lump of air and watching his hands tie an intricate knot around your wrists.

“It’s soft...” You wiggled your wrists testing the ties strength.

“Of course it is, I want you to be comfortable, princess,” he kissed your forehead, smoothing a hand over your scalp, he looked at the blindfold and then at you, “It’ll be kinda hard for me to not look into your eyes,” his brow furrowed as he put the blindfold over your head, the elastic stretching and then settling behind your ears till you all you could see was black, “Let me know if you need me to stop... or if you need anything.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pouting when you heard him pulling his tshirt off. You were so excited about the dirty sex that you didn’t even think about this--not being able to see Andy naked. You were about to whine about it but he pushed you back till you were lying on the mattress.

“This is all so exciting...” you whispered, having no idea what he was doing or was about to do, if he was looking at you or elsewhere.

“I know, honey, now you just let me take care of you.” You nodded, shivering when you felt the coolness of his wedding band against your thigh, “Sorry baby, are my hands cold?”

“Just a bit...”

You heard him rubbing them together to heat them up for you, before he touched your inner thigh, parting your thighs to make room for him, he pushed your nightie up, exposing your breasts and stiff peaks to him, “So beautiful... and all for me.”

“All for you, Andy,” you tried to close your legs to rub them together, to create some friction to calm the heat between your legs but his hold on you wouldn’t leave you any room to move.

“You need something, honey? You’ll have to use your words to tell me.”

You huffed, although you couldn’t see him you just knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Want you to make love to me, Andy,” you fessed up anyway.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing though. This is how I make love, honey,” you gasped as you felt his warm mouth latching on your nipple, his leaking manhood on your thigh.

“Oh...” you tried to arch your back, to pushed more of you into him.

He released your nipple with a pop, “You like that?”

He had never seen you like this, never knew he wanted you like this--so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand between your legs, “You’re so wet, honey,” he observed as he spread your slick around your lips, pulling a desperate whimper from you.

He sucked his fingers clean, you tasted so sweet, like honey.

He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them to touch him, “No baby, you know the rules for tonight. I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do!” you whimpered again, your body shaking and writhing in his hold.

His poor girl, he knew how hard it must be for you. How you were obsessed with his beard. Sometimes He wondered if you loved it more than you loved him. He hadn’t shaved it off since he had met you.

“Then stay still, and you will be rewarded,” he promised you, pushing a finger inside you as he rubbed his beard against your sensitive nipples which seemed to set you off.

“Oh god,” you shrieked but didn’t dare move your arms.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, on your belly button, before settling between your legs and staring at your bare, glistening cunt.

“All this for me?” he wondered again, he didn’t need for you to answer, you were tied up and presented before him, just for him to feast on however he pleased. He sloppily licked as much of your juices as he could.

“All for you...” you shuddered as he rubbed his beard against the skin of your thigh.

Temporarily losing your vision seemed to have heightened everything, was it always so intense when his calloused fingers touched you? When he pushed three of his fingers inside you while whispering the dirtiest things in the world in your ear, rubbing his beard into the crook of your neck till you came around his fingers.

You were still dizzy from your high, you hissed out his name when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt so void and empty.

You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him just how amazing that was, “You ready, babe?” You heard him ask as you nodded, his leaking tip against your opening.

He pushed into you, slowly and steadily to draw it out, he always liked taking his time, a woman like you deserved to be treated right. He hovered over you, staring at your face, your sparkling eyes covered by the blindfold, your bottom lip between your teeth, he pulled it out of your mouth with his thumb

“Don’t want you hurting yourself, honey,” he tutted, shaking his head as be sucked on your bruised bottom lip, fully sheathing himself inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back, he was so big - the biggest you had ever had and yet it was never enough. Your cunt was greedy. You needed him deep, as deep as he could go. Exploring parts of you no one had seen or touched before. Only he ever would.

His hand circling your hips to pull you up against him as he rocked his hips against yours, “You’re so tight... squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “You wanna come for me?” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes,” you furiously nodded, your orgasm washing over you, dark spots in your vision as you felt your limbs loosen up.

“Hang on for me,” he warned you, holding onto the headboard as he chased his own end.

You sighed, hooking your tied-up hands around his neck as you felt his warm spend fill you up.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling his beard.

He hushed when you whined like the needy little thing that you were as he pulled out of you, untying your bound wrists.

He dimmed the lights before removing your blindfold, “There she is,” he smiled, kissing your temple as you rubbed your eyes. “Did you have fun, honey?” he held onto your chin as he made you turn your head to him, so that he could look into your eyes.

“Mm-hm. We should do this again sometime,” you yawned. You were better at being tied up than him anyway.

“We will. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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7 minutes in Heaven

Summary: A game of seven minutes in heaven makes the reader’s dream come true.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader,

Warning:18+ dry humping, make outs, suggestive towards sex, drinking, bad writing ( I think..).

Word count: 2.8k (around there)

You and Natasha were in your room having the usual girl talk on your bed, unfortunately Wanda was on a much needed vacation. Which left you and Nat, the other two woman on the team, to have your daily night talk with wine, in one or the other room. The conversation started with period problems and how they were always an issue out on the field, or even just hanging out with friends. As the wine kicked in, you two started to loosen up and started talking about feelings.

“I don't know, I like Bruce but I feel like he isn't ready for a relationship. All he likes is being clumped up in his lab, he rarely goes out.” Nat gloomy said while slightly swirling the dark shade of red wine in her stemware glass.

“He's like another Tony,” you added with a quick eye roll. Nat playfully slapped your thigh with a faint gasp

“Ew, don't compare them,” she took a sip of her wine.

“What's wrong with Tony?” You now too, took a sip of the bittersweet wine.

“What's wrong with- girl, what's not wrong with him,” another sip.

“Wait, do you like tony?” You were about to take a swing, but stopped at her ridiculous question and widened your eyes.

“What? No! He’s hot, but not to the point where I want him to bend me over on my office desk.” She only hummed while picking up the wine bottle from its place on the floor and started pouring some more in the nearly empty glasses.

“Speaking of you liking someone, Who do you like?” You instantly thought of Steve, you even almost said his name as soon as she ended her sentence. She looked at you expectantly while circling her middle finger around the rim of her glass.

“Wellll,” you began, then took a swing of your drink. “ I kinda, maybe…. sorta like Steve.”

“OH MY GOD,” she excitedly expressed while slightly bouncing up and down in her seated spot on the bed.

“You guys will look so cute together.”

“If only,” you giggled and finished the rest of the wine in your glass.

“So, back to that desk thing…” You both let out laughs, throwing your head back and gasping for air.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, laughing your heads off, Tony, being the creep he is, was eavesdropping just outside your door.

~~~~~~~

You looked at yourself in the mirror proud of the subtle outfit you put together. You were wearing a black puffed sleeve dress that hugged your curves in just the right places, with black heels and diamonds stud earrings. You forgone a purse because it was another one of Tony's compound parties, so you wouldn't have to take anything more than yourself. You exited your room and walked towards the elevators, you clicked the downwards button and waited. When the doors to the elevator opened, Steve dressed in a plain white button up shirt and black dress pants, was presented.

“Y/n, you look… stunning.” Steve said, looking at you up and down discreetly, without you noticing. He opened his arms outward, allowing you to hug him. A small blush crept up on your cheeks as you got onto the elevator and embraced into Steve’s bear hug.

“Well, it’s nothing to focus on. I hope.” You said removing yourself from the hug and pressing the main room button while the elevator fell into silence. You wanted to say something but you were barely able to stand up due to the close encounter you just had with him. You always got like this near him, you were always unfocused, mind filled of nothing but thoughts of Steve. The only time you didn’t think of him was on the field because you took your job seriously and nothing can distract you from making the world a better place.

“I’ll see you around, doll.” Steve spoke while walking out once the elevator doors opened, revealing the crowd of people dancing and chatting around. You stepped out the elevator and headed towards the bar where you saw Nat behind it.

“They have you working the bar?” You questioned, taking a seat at one of the stationed stools.

“Well, those idiots don't know how to make a good drink. I mean, what's the point of having a bar if you don't know how to manage one?” She said with annoyance behind her voice.

“Because someone as sexy as you can work behind it.” Tony quipped, taking a seat beside you with a cup of liquor in his hand.

“Whatever. Y/n what do you want?”

“Um, I'll just take a Gin.” Nat turned around and grabbed the Gin and a cup. She turned to face you again and handed you the now half full glass. As you took a swing of the gin, Tony got up and you watched him walk to the pool table. Your eyes automatically landed on the blonde super soldier, who was bent forward hitting a striped ball and acing it in one of the holes in the corner. You couldn’t help but stare at his huge veiny hands, to his muscular torso, and finally stopping at his ass. America’s ass.

“You’re staring again,” Nat said while wiping down the counter.

“How could I not?” You faced her with a nearly full doleful look.

“Just ask him for dinner already, I’m getting sick of you coming to me with the same problem that has a simple solution. If he says no, then it’s his loss. If he says yes, then you can have that desk fantasy thing you have.” Nat wasn’t being mean, she was right and you knew it. Ever since you told her about your crush on Steve, the night talks mostly turned into you talking about the things Steve did that you found hot. The way he walks, his captain voice, him working out. Basically anything that a normal person would do.

“I know, but it isn’t that easy. He most likely has his eyes on much prettier girls.” You took a swing of your gin, hoping it will cool down your nerves.

“Hey, you are not pretty.. you are HOT!” Nat slammed her hand she was wiping with on the counter to emphasize the ‘hot’.

“Thank Nat. You as well.” You quickly drank the remaining gin in your cup, got up from your stool and headed for the pool table where Steve, Tony and Sam are.

“Wow, you’re bad,” you said when you saw Tony miss a shot right in front of the hole.

“I’d like to see you try,” He retorted.

“Gladly.” You said confidently. You walked up to him and took his stick. You waited until Steve took his shot, you bent over the table and hit a yellow solid into the hole Tony missed.

“She showed you,” you heard Steve say and saw Sam nod his head in a silent agreement. You spinned around facing Tony and handed him his stick back. Suddenly he pulled you in, with his face next to yours.

“How would you think Steve will react if I told him about that little desk fantasy you have of him?” He whispers, warm breath fanning your ear. You were shocked. How did he find out? Would he actually tell? You pulled back and quickly walked away trying to get back to the bar but the crowd was making it difficult. While going through the dancing crowd you bumped into someone's buff back. As you looked up you recognized the familiar hair and who it belonged to. Bucky.

“HI! You’re here,” you said as he turned around to see what bumped into him. You were shocked to see him. He almost never went out unless it was necessary, especially to Tony’s parties. It surprised you that he was even at the compound.

“Yeah, well I got pretty bored. Plus, Steve practically begged me to come,” he responded shrugging his shoulders

“Well I personally think it’s good for you to hang out with friends, or whatever you call us.” He chuckled at your comment. You really did want to know what he called the team when he was alone with Steve. Sometimes it made you jealous how close they were, even though you knew nothing was going on between them. You found yourself wanting to at least hang around Steve as much Bucky does.

You waved yourself off and after a while finally found yourself seated on a stool facing Nat with a glass of whiskey in your hand.

“So, Tony somehow knows about my thing for Steve,” you said, downing the whiskey in your glass and placing it down signalling Nat for a refill.

“Like just the crush or..” she said, refilling your glass cup.

“Everything, the crush, the desk fantasy all of it. Every. Single. Thing.” You grabbed the glass and took a swing. “And he teased me about it. Right in front of Steve too.”

“I can tell him to back off, and if he doesn’t comply I’ll break a finger until he does.” She was now leaning on the counter with her head rested on her hand.

“No, I’m pretty sure he was bluffing about telling Steve.”

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As the night began to get longer, the party started to dial down until it was just you, Nat, Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Sam. You were all seated on couches that surrounded a small table. You and Nat on one, Steve and Bucky on another, and Tony and Sam on the remaining one.

“It’s getting late,” Steve announced, looking at his watch.

“Hey, wait, you're gonna miss the best part” Tony said quickly, downing the beer in his hand. He held up the bottle.

“A few rounds of seven minutes in heaven and you're free to go.” Tony’s eyes made their way to you and locked with yours, giving you a wink and you returned with a blank stare with a hint of anger.

“Here is how you play...” Tony began, setting the beer bottle in the center of the small table.

“When someone spins the bottle and it lands on someone, the person who spun it and the person it landed on needs to go into that closet.” He pointed to a closet door near the hallway, if you remembered correctly that closet was used for hanging coats, or whatever people left temporarily until the party was over. It had enough room to hold 2 hulks.

“If it lands on you, spin again. Oh and I made sure the closet is empty and with lots of room.” He winked.

“So you planned this from the start, huh?” Sam said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, I’m doing someone a favor.” You tried your hardest to not make a face or even look at Tony after that remark.

“So, who wants to be brave and go first?” Tony asked. You looked around along with everyone else in the room who was just as nervous, you assumed.

Everyone watched silently as Sam bent forward and spun the bottle. It spinned and spinned and spinned until it finally stopped. You followed the direction of the bottle and saw it landed on Bucky. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Oh, you gotta be out of your damn mind if you think I’m doing that!” Sam announced. Bucky just sat there with his arms crossed staring at the ceiling.

“Aww the two lovebirds don't wanna express their feelings for one another.” You said with a smirk on your face.

“Why don't you spin the bottle, Y/n?” Bucky retorted, and you swore you saw him holding back a smile.

“Sure, cause I'm not a chicken,” you bent forward and spun the bottle just like Sam previously did. It spun and spun and finally stopped. You looked up to where the bottle was pointing and saw it pointing off into the distance on an empty space.

“Spin it again.” Tony said. You did as you were told, but instantly regretted it when you saw it land on Tony. He got up and started walking towards you.

“You know I think I'll spin again,” you said.

“That's not part of the rules,” you heard Bucky say.

“Oh come one y/n, It’ll be fuuuun,” Tony said. He started doing a little shimmy dance before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the closet.

“Someone put a timer,” he said before you stepped in and he followed suit.

“So what exactly do we do here?” You asked, a bit of nervousness apparent in your voice.

“We make out,” Tony said bluntly.

“Oh.” You didn't expect it to be that simple, but you wanted it to be Steve.

“I heard your conversation with Nat a few nights ago.” Your heart sank. How much did he hear?

“You called me hot huh?”

“W-well yeah, I mean you are but..”

“Not enough for me to bend you over your office desk like Steve?” You chuckled nervously in response to his statement.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Of course not, I mean if the bottle lands on him the next time you go. He will find out for himself.” You stepped forward and gently pressed your lips to his, growing tired of the conversation. You went to pull back but he followed. You always wondered what his lips felt like, they were soft and still had the faint taste of scotch. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer and raised his hand to place it behind your head, deepening the kiss. The kiss finally ended leaving you breathless.

“Um, that was nice..” you coyly spoke.

“That was just a sample,” The cocky bastard said as he winked.

“TIMES UP!” You heard Sam yell from outside the door. You quickly wiped your lips and exited the closet.

The bottle was spun a few more times. Nat spun and landed on Sam. Bucky spun and it landed on Sam, which you let out a laugh again. Tony spun and it landed on you, but you called it off since you already went with him. Finally it was Steve’s turn to which the bottle landed on you. Your cheeks turned red as he got up and put his hand out for you to take, and you just stared at it in a daze.

“Are you coming?” Steve spoke. You cleared your throat and took his hand leading you to the closet. Steve stepped in first, and before you followed you looked behind you and saw Nat with two thumbs up and a wide smile on her face.

“We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” Steve spoke once you stepped in and closed the door behind you.

“I-I do,” you swallowed thickly at your boldness. You couldn't let such an opportunity slip from your fingers. You closed the gap between the both of you and tippy toed and pressed your lips towards his. They were soft like Tony’s, but with a sweet taste like peppermints. You stepped back and looked into his eyes to see if he liked it. His eyes were dark and filled with lust.

“I waited a long time for you to do that,” he said.

“Really? Why didn't you say anything?” You were surprised. Had he really wanted to kiss you or did he just say that because he was in the moment? Before you even spoke again, he was on you. His lips consuming yours, his hands cupped your ass and lifted you up. You let out a squeal while wrapping your legs around his waist. He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth to which you let out a small moan to the action. You gasped pulling away from the kiss when you felt his crotch nestled between your thighs.

“Steve,” you breathlessly said to which he let out a small, subtle moan. He went to your neck and started leaving small kisses and sucks as he started to rock your hips against his covered phallus. You were now holding back moans so the people behind the door wouldn’t hear.

“You like that?” He asked between the small kisses on your neck. You couldn’t respond, you were too caught up in the moment. You couldn’t believe you had Steve, the man of your dreams wrapped around your arms. You were Snapped out of your daze when you heard Tony.

“TIMES UP!” He yelled, you didn't want the moment to end.

“We should probably… probably head out,” you said, containing a moan as Steve continued to suck. He left his place from your neck, and looked you in the eyes.

“I don’t care.” He spoke, going in to press his lips towards yours, making you moan into his mouth once more.

“Now that I have you” he spoke, pulling back. “ I won't let anyone take you from me.”

[scxrsgxrd]

*poke poke poke*

*whispers* please write for Eric Northman

*runs away*

I’ve been having a lot of Eric related ~thoughts~ lately (I blame yours and @skarsgard-daydreams drabbles) and they are ready to be released. Your Eric Northman wishes are my command ;)

18+, mentions of blood and blood kink

You looked up impatiently at the clock hanging on the office wall for the fourth time in a minute. Eric was late, again. The incessant ticking was beginning to seriously bug you, and there was a chill in the air that made every hair on your body stand on end. Another thing you cursed Eric for, recalling the same answer he gave you every time you complained about the temperature in his office. 

“I’m a vampire, why would I need to get the A/C fixed?”

Eric had recently fitted a mirror behind his desk for your activities, as he called them, and you gazed at yourself while you waited for what felt like hours. After all, someone had to appreciate the lingerie set you had just completed some sort of gymnastics to get into. The crimson lace fitted you perfectly, and you knew that Eric had had this made especially for you, knowing exactly the type of fit and material you liked, which in turn had cost him a small fortune. You often wondered his motives for paying so much for something you could only ever wear once, as it took a mere matter of seconds before your panties were torn and your stockings had five finger shaped holes ripped into them. To your surprise when you had opened the box, there was a studded collar sitting atop the lingerie with a buckle at the back. It had taken you a while to psych yourself up to ask Pam to fix up the buckle for you, but she simply laughed and pulled the buckle tight, stating “he’ll like it like that.” 

Your teeth had begun to involuntarily sink into your lip, the more you thought of Eric, the harder you bit down. The only thing that snapped you out of this trance-like state was the feeling of a warm dripping down your chin and onto the exposed skin of your upper thigh. As you focused your eyes against the mirror once more you noticed a crimson trail running down your chin, matching the shade of your underwear. At that second you realised exactly why Eric had chosen to dress you in red.

Almost instantaneously the office door swung open, hitting the wall with such a force that you were surprised it remained on its hinges. You didn’t want to look into the doorway as you heard a low, animalistic growl. You had disturbed Eric from his work, and you knew that you had to pay the price.

“Well, well, well.” 

You gulped as you heard that voice. That voice that caused a shiver to ripple through your entire body and make your pulse quicken. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your gaze over to the doorway where Eric was stood. His head was cocked slightly to one side, his eyes darkened with lust and his fangs already out. 

Just as you were about the wipe the blood from your chin he grabbed your forearm, his sudden movement making you jolt as you had never quite gotten used to his vampiric abilities. 

“I think you’ll find that’s mine.” His tone startled you slightly, his fingers gripping at your arm tighter as he studied the trail running down your chin, watching intently as another drop landed on your thigh. He stepped closer to you, parting your legs with one hand as he moved with ease between them, his bulge pressing against your crotch as he dragged his tongue up your chin, his eyes rolling back as though he was already in complete ecstasy.

Your breathing quickened as he reached your lips, his tongue trailing over the small nick in your bottom lip as you felt your chest heaving against him, finding it a little difficult to breathe properly as the collar sat tightly around your neck. Eric could feel exactly what you were feeling. Every beat, every deep breath, every acceleration of your pulse. That was what he thrived on, the humanness of it all; each beat of your pulse anchored him back to his own humanity, something which he had deeply struggled with before he had met you. It was so long ago, so buried, that he never expected to be able to feel its warmth again. 

He pulled back to gaze at you, his eyes raking up and down your semi-naked body as he studied the set of lingerie he had envisioned for you. His imagination hadn’t done you any justice, as you looked ethereal in the specially crafted lace design that fitted every part of you perfectly. A small smirk began to creep onto his lips as he his eyes caught onto the collar that had been tightly buckled around your neck, just as he had pictured it.

“Are you going to be a good little girl?” He grazed his long, cold fingers against your neck and traced along the collar.

“Yes, Eric.” Your voice was faint and your throat felt dry as you watched Eric begin to kneel before you.

His eyes never left yours as he knelt down, hands on your knees prising your legs further apart as he breathed in deeply, inhaling your sweet scent. He began to walk his fore and middle finger up your thighs, humming mischievously as he reached the waistband of your panties. His forefinger curled around the elastic, giving it one slight tug, filling the office with a tearing sound. You gasped as you felt the cold air hit you, and Eric let out another growl, wasting no time in burying his face in your inner thigh.

The sharp pain was one that had taken some getting used to at first, but now you barely even flinched as you felt Eric sink his fangs into your flesh. You were a little surprised when he pulled back so quickly, as he usually fed for a few minutes, sometimes even longer, when he had been busy with Fangtasia’s accounts paperwork. You furrowed your brow, about to question him when he dipped his finger into the small wound on your inner thigh, collecting up a small pool of your blood. He proceeded to then move his blood-coated finger against your clit in a slow circles, the sensation making your toes curl and your head fall back.

“Mmmmm, tasty.” 

Eric’s tongue then began to lap at your clit, his hands firmly gripping your thighs as he muttered soft words of appraisal against you. When your head lolled forwards you caught a glimpse of the debauched scene in the mirror before you, the visual element of the act providing you with a new wave of pleasure. 

You could feel a knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach as Eric wrapped his lips around your clit, delivering a mixture of sucks and gentle bites as his guttural groans caused small vibrations to course their way through your lower body. You were getting closer and closer to your climax, and Eric knew it. Once again he pressed his middle finger against the still-bleeding wound on your inner thigh before smearing the slick of blood against your clit, working it into the most sensitive part of you with his ever-skilled fingers. You threw your head back once more, long strings of moans leaving you as you felt every muscle in your body tense and every nerve begin to quiver.

Then he stopped.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” Eric stood up and straightened his jacket, licking his lips in what felt like an attempt to mock you.

You felt your bottom lip wobble as the aching sensation between your thighs only worsened, reaching out your arms as you attempted to grab onto his jacket, but he simply took a step backwards so he was out of your grasp.

“N’aw, poor little girl. You thought I was going to let that pretty little pussy of yours come, didn’t you?” 

You nodded, not knowing what else to give him as he gazed down at you with a glint in his eyes.

He was then back between your legs in an instant, his right hand swooping behind your neck as he took hold of the buckle on the collar, making a strangled squeal form in your throat.

“Then maybe next time you’ll think twice about disturbing me.” He lifted his left hand and traced his forefinger gently across the small slit on your lip.

You wanted to protest, to tell him that distracting him from his paperwork wasn’t your intention, but you knew it would be futile. Instead you knew you’d have to wait, and as Eric walked out of his office and closed the door behind him you once again watched yourself in the mirror, the smears of blood further reminding you that you were Eric’s, and that however annoying, patience and delayed gratification were key elements of your relationship. 

[little-yugi-muto-rp]

After yesterday's tear-jerker, I woke up today picturing a much sweeter Rivalship thing. WARNING: It got long on me.

When Yugi mentioned going to an amusement park for a date, Seto had decided to take him to Kaiba Land. Not because of his ego, mind you, but for practical reasons. First, it was close, being the only park in Domino. Second, he knew Yugi didn't have a lot of money, so it was the only place he could get in free. Third, and most important to Seto, he had the privilege as the park's owner to kick out anyone who tried to ruin the day for Yugi.

As for Yugi, he was only too happy to go there. Last time, he'd been too busy watching duels and dodging that Chinese lady who honestly gave him the creeps to really enjoy any of the park's attractions.

This time, he hurried to get dressed in his excitement. He was being picked up and he didn't want to make Seto wait. He went simple with his outfit this time; a black sleeveless shirt that hung loosely on him thanks to many washes, his ever-present school uniform pants (he really needed to let Seto take him shopping, but he always felt self conscious about it), his studded shoes (they were the cleanest and least worn out), and one belt. He left off his choker, as it was going to be hot today. He did slip on the Puzzle, though. Not wearing it felt too weird. He also slipped on the lanyard with his KaibaCorp VIP badge Seto had given him. According to Mokuba, he and Yugi were the only two people to get one of those. It was basically an all-access pass, meaning no one would ask questions if Yugi walked in without paying. Of course, being at Seto's side would have the same effect, but the CEO wasn't giving anyone any chance to hassle Yugi. And......he secretly hoped Yugi would come see him at the office more if he didn't have to deal with security.

As an afterthought, he grabbed his uniform jacket too, in case they went in a restaurant and he got cold. He also took his rather thin wallet with his ID and a bit of spending money in it. There was more than usual today, and he guessed Grandpa had snuck him some extra cash, knowing he couldn't get Yugi to just take it.

Speaking of Grandpa, the old man had left Yugi a note on the counter saying he'd gone to run a few errands and wishing his grandson to enjoy himself today.

"I gave you some extra cash for your date. Don't be afraid to spend it all. You deserve it. Have a great day with Kaiba! Love, Grandpa."

Yugi smiled at the note, turned it over and wrote. 'I will. Thanks. Love you too, Grandpa.' and signed his name. Then he went outside and sat on a nearby bench to wait for Seto.

He didn't have to wait long. Seto was early. Well, technically, Roland was early, since he was behind the wheel of the black stretch limo that pulled up in front of Yugi.

"Good morning, Mr. Mutou." Roland said as he got out and walked around to the rear passenger door.

"Morning, Roland." He said with a small smile that grew when Roland opened the door.

Seto gave one of his very rare smiles when he saw Yugi. He couldn't help it, Yugi's smile was infectious, and besides, he really was happy to see him as Yugi climbed in and Roland shut the door behind him.

There was a seat belt on his side, but Yugi knew he had something better as he slid over to Seto's side while Roland got in and pulled back out onto the road. Sure enough, Kaiba's arm wound its way around him, hand softly rubbing his bare arm.

"You should go sleeveless more often. You look good like this." Seto remarked, his hand lightly squeezing the visible muscles of Yugi's upper arm.

"Thanks," Yugi tried to hide a blush. He didn't exactly get a lot of sun on his arms, they were almost as white as Seto's long coat. But he did indeed have muscles, and in Seto's opinion, they needed to be shown off.

Seto himself wore the same tight black outfit with a sleeveless white coat he always wore. The only thing he didn't have on was his duel disk. He knew he wasn't going to need it today. Today he had eyes only for Yugi, who shivered a little and moved closer to him.

He noticed the condition of Yugi's shirt, but if he was honest, he actually preferred it. Yes, he knew Yugi would look amazing in a tight version of this shirt, but that wouldn't look very.......Yugi-like. Besides, there was a sort of laid-back charm to it, how the neck hung down below Yugi's collarbone, how the shoulders would almost slip down his arms if he held himself a certain way, or how the whole thing looked big on him, as if it were a hand-me-down, but seemed to fit perfectly at the same time. He just looked so comfortable like this.

The ride to the park was short, and soon Roland was opening the door on Seto's side. The CEO got out first, then took Yugi's hand and helped him out.

"I'll call you." Was all Seto said when Roland shut the door. The man nodded as he got back in the limo and drove off.

They couldn't have asked for a better day. Not a cloud in the sky and a gentle summer breeze made the sun's rays pleasantly warm on Yugi's skin. Kaiba had purposefully gotten them here early, before the park opened, so they could miss the long lines to get in. The place was hugely successful, just as he'd promised his little brother it would be. And because this was the flagship location, it was also the biggest, and most high-end. Which was perfect. He would have only the best for him and Yugi.

They had only to flash their badges and they were waved in. There were some park VIPs already here, and people with season passes, but for now, there were no huge crowds, though the place was far from silent.

They went on every ride (including all three trains of the Blue Eyes Ultimate Coaster) at least once, and they got the front seats on everything. Kaiba took a souvenir photo from each ride, even though they all showed the same thing: Kaiba's arm, or sometimes arms, around a Yugi who was either clinging to him or waving his hands in the air and screaming/laughing the whole time as the wind whipped his hair around. To Seto, they were all absolutely adorable, and he even caught himself smiling in a few.

By now, the park was open and full of bustling crowds..At one point, they stopped to play one of the many games there, and, no surprise to Seto, Yugi won. He got so excited he couldn't stand still as he picked his prize. He knew exactly what prize he wanted: the biggest Blue Eyes White Dragon plush they had, which he instantly held out to Kaiba.

"I picked this game so I could win this for you!" he said excitedly. Kaiba was about to say some form of 'do I look like a child?'. But he stopped himself when Yugi's face fell. Kaiba's expression must've said what he'd stopped his words from saying

"I-I'm sorry, Seto. I just got excited.....You don't like it, do you." Yugi sadly turned and started to take it back to the booth.

Shit.

Kaiba hadn't meant to upset Yugi. That was the last thing he wanted. He quickly grabbed Yugi's shoulder, turning him around. He carefully took the big dragon from Yugi's hand and gave him a one-armed hug.

"I love it, Yugi. Thank you for getting it for me." Yugi's smile returned and Kaiba mentally heaved a sigh of relief. Of course, he thought he looked ridiculous carrying the thing around. But Yugi had been so excited to win it for him, had chosen the game for that reason alone, and was so happy to hear that Seto liked it. Kaiba couldn't bring himself to ruin that. He may have looked comically stupid carrying it around, but he could deal with that. He didn't think he'd be able to deal with how awful he'd feel if he said that and upset Yugi. No, looking stupid was definitely worth bringing the smile he loved back to Yugi's face.

To make up for it, he chose another game and won a big Kuriboh plush for Yugi, who only set it down long enough to hug Seto and thank him. Then they walked on, each holding their prize in one arm, their free arms holding hands or side hugging each other as they went.

For lunch, Kaiba took them to the park's newest burger restaurant, as he knew burgers were Yugi's favorite food. And with it being a KaibaCorp owned establishment, only the best quality food was served. Yugi remarked that it was the best double bacon BBQ cheeseburger he'd ever had.

They attended shows and took photos with the costumed characters that roamed the park, too. When the afternoon sun got hot, they cooled off on the water rides, Kaiba again keeping those souvenir photos from each one. An added bonus for Kaiba: Yugi's wet shirt clung tightly to him, revealing that he had some abs, too. Not that he was one to objectify a person, but he'd be lying if he said he'd never wanted to see Yugi without a shirt. The boy was attractive, it was just a fact, and there was no harm in appreciating that fact.

Yugi wasn't oblivious to this. He himself was guilty of eyeing Kaiba through the shirt that was now even tighter on him.

Maybe he should get himself a tight shirt.

They carried on much as they had all day, even after the sun set. As they rode higher over the lights of Kaiba Land, Seto remembered why people enjoyed Ferris wheels. The one they were on was huge, so the two of them spent plenty of time up high while other riders boarded. A cooler night breeze blew in off the harbor, and Yugi shivered, realizing too late that he'd forgotten his jacket in the limo that morning. He needn't have worried though. Kaiba stood up and shed the big white coat, wrapping it snugly around Yugi.

"Thanks Seto." He said gratefully.

"For what? You have to pay for that." Kaiba said.

"What? O-okay, how much?"

"One." the CEO replied.

"One what?" The Ferris wheel moved again, and now they were parked at the very top.

"One of these." Seto leaned in, a hand sliding up the back of Yugi's neck and into his soft black hair, and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't an aggressive, needy makeout kind of kiss. It was softer, more loving and tender, but carried just as much feeling behind it. He felt Yugi smile against him before reciprocating as best he could, his eyes closing with a soft sigh. Seto's other arm came up and pulled Yugi into his lap. He wasn't trying to do anything out of line, he just wanted to hold the one he loved close.

Kaiba wanted those certain things, of course. But Yugi wasn't ready yet. The idea still made him uncomfortable to think about, even though he loved Seto and knew Seto wouldn't do anything he couldn't take or that would hurt him in any way. But he just wasn't there yet. And Kaiba loved him enough to wait. Besides, it was nice to just be close to him.

For his part, Yugi was more than comfortable with this. The warmth of Seto beside him, the strong arms that held him so tight he knew nothing could harm him, the steady beating of his heart when they finally broke their kiss and Yugi laid his head against it, his own small arms encircling his love's neck. Now he felt Seto's fingers slowly running through his hair. To most, Kaiba was a block of ice, hard and unrelenting, some might say heartless. And to an extent, he was cold and hard. But when it came to Yugi, he was always so soft, so gentle. It was a side of him only his brother had seen before. This was how Seto was around those who meant the most to him. Those he treasured more than anything in the world. The only ones to ever hear him say three little words.

"I love you." Kaiba said into the mass of black hair against his chest. It moved to reveal Yugi's face locking up at him.

"I love you, too." Yugi said back. That was all either of them needed to say. Each knew just how deep the other's love for him was, and words couldn't do justice to it.

They spent the rest of the ride wrapped in each other's arms, until they had to get off. The crowds were clearing out as the park closed for the night, so Kaiba called Roland to come and get them.

Yugi leaned against Kaiba all the way back to his house. Had the ride been any longer, he would've been asleep for sure. As it was, his eyes were half closed when they arrived and Seto gently shook him to let him know. He walked Yugi to the door, where they traded coats and a kiss goodnight. Then Yugi went inside, still hugging that Kuriboh.

Seto may have thought he looked dumb walking around the park. But the minute he got home, that big Blue Eyes went straight to his room, and Mokuba, being a typical little brother, snapped a photo of Seto fast asleep with it hugged up close to him.

//wow, this got a lot longer than I thought it would. If you've read this far, thank you so much and I hope you liked it.//

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

“Okay so is everyone clear on the plan?” Alex looked around the DEO mission briefing table, hands flat on the surface in her most commanding and authoritative stance.

Nia and Brainy nodded, Nia with her arms crossed and Brainy with his hands steepled in front of him in a serious manner. Kelly rolled her eyes but nodded too.

“Good.” Alex gave a curt nod and pushed away from the table. “We will meet back here at 19:00 hours for the debriefing.”

“Um… babe?” Kelly put a hand on Alex’s forearm and leaned towards her and Alex softened, smiling dopily at her. “Our dinner reservation is for 6:30.”

“Yeah and Brainy and I have a date too.” Nia looped her arm through Brainy’s, grinning.

“Yes.” Brainy looked pleased with himself and subconsciously leaned further into Nia’s side. “We are going paintballing.”

Alex hummed. “Okay well everyone just keep the group chat updated and we’ll meet up tomorrow.”

They dispersed and the plan was set into motion.

Phase 1 - Alex

Alex strode through the halls of the DEO with purpose, rubber soles of her boots not making much sound. Part of her envied the intimidating click of Lena’s heels but J’onn had shut down her suggestion of adding studs to the bottom of her boots, claiming it would undermine the stealth aspect of the design.

She entered her little office and flopped down in the chair, propping her feet up on the desk. She dialed Kara’s number, chewing on a jolly rancher from the secret stash in the drawer that Kara thought held boring paperwork as it rang.

“Hey Alex. What’s up?”

“Hey Kara. I - … where are you? Shouldn’t you be at CatCo?” The faint sound of traffic and the wind crackled through the phone speaker and Alex frowned.

“I’m just on my lunch break.”

“Oh.” Alex glanced at her watch. There was still an hour before phase 2 so Kara would probably be back at CatCo by then. “Ok. So what are you doing tonight? Sorry again that I can’t spend tonight with you.”

“No it’s fine - you have fun with Kelly. Lena and I were just going to have a movie night together.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows rose. That was easier than expected.

“Yeah, well neither of us was going to spend Valentine’s Day with anyone else so…”

Hm. That was going to be Alex’s argument. At least Kara was unknowingly cooperating with the secret plan.

She and Lena were getting insufferable with their heart eyes and yearning and so Alex had decided to take matters into her own hands with the help of their friends. (Kelly had been somewhat reluctant but Alex promised they wouldn’t push Kara or Lena to do anything, they would just… gently direct them in the direction they all knew they were heading anyway.) And so Mission: Get The Idiots Together was born. … Along with the group chat where they complained about the two idiots in question.

“Well ok then. Have a good day.”

“You too. Bye, Alex. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Alex hung up and leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers together and feeling like a Bond villain. Ah yes, it was all coming together now.

Phase 2 - Nia

Nia: Guys it’s all falling apart already

Nia glanced around the CatCo bullpen again, leg nervously bouncing. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked back at it, totally-not-suspiciously under her desk. It was a reply from Alex.

Alex: What?? What’s going on?

Nia: Kara’s not here

Alex: She told me she was at lunch over an hour ago! She must be back by now

Nia: Well she’s not! What do I do???

Brainy: Do not worry - I have just just seen her exiting L-corp and she informed me she was heading back to CatCo.

Alex: Ok great. Nobody panic.

Kelly: You guys are taking this way too seriously

Nia: Ok I’ll just do it when she gets back

Alex: Oh btw Kara said they’ve already planned to have a movie night together tonight so that makes our job easier

Brainy: Wait - if they’re already meeting tonight then what is the purpose of my visit to L-corp?

Phase 3 - Brainy

Brainy frowned down at his phone but at that moment the elevator dinged and the doors slid open on Lena’s floor. He stepped out, putting his phone away and nervously smoothing his shirt. Improvisation. He could do that. This plan definitely wasn’t going to end in disaster.

He nodded politely to Jess and she smiled. “Hello. I am here to see Lena Luthor.”

Jess bit back an amused smile and picked up the phone on her desk. “Miss Luthor? Querl Dox is here to see you.” She put it down after a moment and gestured to the large double doors. “You can go right in.”

Brainy nodded again in thanks and moved towards the office. Perhaps they should have drafted Jess into the plan.

Lena stood up and rounded her desk with a slightly confused yet genuine smile as he entered. “Brainy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He cleared his throat, standing awkwardly in the middle of her office. “I just came to see you. As friends do. Which we are.”

Lena’s eyebrows climbed almost imperceptibly. “Right. Drink?”

Brainy shook his head and she moved over to the side of her office to pour herself a glass of water. “So… I hear you and Kara are having a movie night tonight.”

A little bit of water sloshed over the side of the glass as Lena was pouring it. She had a faint blush on her cheeks when she turned back around which was odd because the AC in her office seemed to be working fine.

“Yes. Well we assumed you would all be too busy to join us. Are you and Nia doing anything tonight?” She sipped her water and moved back to lean against her desk.

Brainy lit up at the mention of Nia. “Yes! We are going paintballing.”

He spent the next half an hour talking about his date with Nia and Nia in general until they both had to get back to work.

Phase 2 (attempt 2) - Nia

“Kara!” Nia slid up to walk along beside her as she stepped from the elevator into the bullpen.

Kara smiled and started walking towards her desk. “Hey, Nia. What’s up?”

“Nothing! I mean… lots of things. The sky, the ceiling, …clouds.”

Kara looked at her a bit weirdly and she laughed awkwardly.

“Anyway… just came to see how you are, mentor.” She lightly punched Kara in the arm.

Kara raised an eyebrow, looking down at where Nia had punched her before slowly sitting down at her desk. “I’m good. Thank you.”

“Great! Oh by the way,” Nia smoothly segued into her part of the mission with complete subtlety and absolutely no suspiciousness, “I accidentally double ordered flowers and chocolates for Brainy. I figured I’d give one lot to you and maybe you could do something with them.”

She rushed over to her desk and grabbed the bouquet of flowers and heart-shaped box of chocolates waiting there, depositing them in front of Kara.

“Oh wow. Thanks Nia.” Kara grinned up at her before picking up the box of chocolates and peeling off the sellotape.

Nia’s eyes widened and she tried not to scream in panic as Kara opened the box and just started eating the chocolates. Kara offered one to her with a smile and she managed to croak out a “no thanks” before she ran off back to her desk to inform the group chat of the latest development.

Phase 4 - Kelly

Kelly sighed as her phone blew up with notifications of her panicking group of friends. How this had ended up being her life was a mystery.

The elevator slowed and opened to the bustling CatCo bullpen just as she saw Kara disappear through the emergency exit at the back. She sighed again and got straight back into the elevator, unlocking her phone.

Kelly: I’m guessing Kara just got called away for a Supergirl emergency?

Alex: Sorry

Kelly: Phase 4 failed

Alex: Shit. Brainy, I need you to take over phase 4 when Kara gets back to the DEO. Kelly, you just get to L-corp.

Nia: Wait but if I’m now going to L-corp to give Lena chocolates instead won’t it be a little suspicious that we’ve all suddenly decided to to go visit her on the same day?

Alex: Shit you’re right. Ok, Nia, you take over phase 6 while you’re at L-corp and Kelly, you come by Kara’s later for phase 4.

Phase 4b - Brainy

Brainy stared at his phone, unsure whether he was still supposed to be attempting phase 4. Before he could ask, Kara strode up beside him and sat on the desk he was sitting at.

“Did you see how hard I hit that guy?” Kara grinned, swinging her legs.

Brainy gulped, quickly turning off his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. “Yes. Very impressive. Is Alex back yet?”

Kara shook her head. “She and the backup team are just on their way back with the bad guy.”

He nodded. Right. Motivate Kara to tell Lena about her feelings. He could do this.

“Did you know that the mortality rate of unmarried people is much higher than that of married people?”

Kara’s head snapped over to him with a mildly horrified expression. “What?”

Perhaps that was not the right starting point. “Well… maybe that means one could keep someone they care about from dying so much by… marrying them?”

Kara chuckled. “Unfortunately I’m not sure marriage is a cure for death.”

There was a sadness creeping in behind her eyes and Brainy began to panic even further. Making Kara upset was definitely not part of the plan. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind to try to cheer her up again.

“Do you want to see a video of baby pandas that Nia sent me?”

Alex gave them a bit of an odd look when she got back to see them laughing at videos of pandas rolling around but Brainy would say improvised phase 4 had been a success.

Phase 2.5/ 6 - Kelly Nia

Nia strode into Lena’s office with her most friendly and least suspicious smile.

“Nia. What a surprise. You and Brainy in one day.” Lena stood and gave Nia a brief but warm hug.

She was wearing a jade sheath dress that brought out the green in her eyes, with sleeves that came down to just above her elbows. Her usual deep red lipstick was missing, replaced with a natural colour (or it may have just been lip balm). Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and had been left slightly wavy rather than perfectly straightened. At least they didn’t have to worry about making sure Lena looked good for tonight.

“Hey Lena. I just came by because I ordered too many chocolates for Brainy and I thought maybe you could have one to give to someone or something.” She sat casually in front of Lena’s desk, pulling another box of chocolates she had bought on the way over out her back and setting them on the desk.

Lena sat back down with an amused smile. “How thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

“You know,” Nia relaxed back into the chair, looking off into the distance in a completely normal and not at all overly dramatic gesture. “I’m so glad Brainy and I talked about how we felt. We’re so happy together and I can’t imagine how much I would have regretted not saying anything. You know… because we’re so happy together now and we wouldn’t be if neither of us had said anything”

Lena nodded slowly. “I’m glad you’re both so happy together.”

“And you know, we should always speak our minds.” She adopted the persona of a motivational speaker, channeling her inner Kelly. “Because we can’t let ourselves be silenced, Lena. You are a powerful woman with a great mind, great hair, and a jawline that could cut glass.”

“... thank you?”

Nia placed her hand over Lena’s on the desk, nodding seriously. “You’re welcome.”

And with that she stood and strutted out of the room.

Nailed it.

Phase 7 - Alex

Alex turned up at Kara’s just after she got home. Kara opened the door, looking very confused at the sight of her sister.

“Alex? What are you doing here? Don’t you have to get ready for your date?”

Alex pushed into the apartment, patting Kara’s arm on the way past. “I just came to see my little sister beforehand. Make sure you’re doing okay.”

Kara closed the door with a raised eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Alex shrugged, dropping her bag onto the kitchen island with a clunk. “Well I just wanted to see you since I can’t spend the evening with you. I didn’t want you to feel alone.”

Kara glanced at her watch. “Oh. Ok. Well Lena’s going to be here soon so you don’t have to worry.”

Alex waved her off and moved into her bedroom, flicking through the clothes on the rack.

“... what are you doing?”

Alex ignored her, picking out a neat navy blue button down. “Hey, why don’t you wear this? I haven’t seen you in it before.”

Kara frowned. “I’ve definitely worn that around you before.”

“Well I don’t remember.” She shoved the shirt into Kara’s arms and directed her towards the bathroom. “Put it on for me.” She decided Kara’s beige slacks were good enough, not wanting to push too far. Her hair was already perfectly curled in a half up half down look as though she had only just done it so that was fine.

Kara appeared again a moment later in the new shirt looking confused. Alex interrupted her before she could say anything.

“Brrrr. It’s cold in here.”

Kara frowned. “Is it?”

“Yes. Us humans get cold, you know.” She moved into the kitchen, not taking any questions. “You should light some candles.”

“Candles? To warm my apartment?”

Alex ignored her, rifling through cupboards for matches. She found them with a bunch of Kara’s own candles. A rather large number of candles actually that all looked new and smelled nice. Looks like she hauled all those candles over in her handbag for nothing.

Kara helped her set up the candles nicely around her apartment, continuously glancing over at her as though worried Alex had sustained some kind of head injury.

Alex was saved from having to come up with a more plausible explanation by a knock on the door.

Phase 4 (attempt ?) - Kelly

“Kelly? What are you doing here?”

Kelly hugged Kara and made her way into the now softly glowing and smelling faintly of sandalwood apartment. “I came to see you. I know how hard it can be for some people on Valentine’s day if they don’t have a romantic partner. But it’s completely normal and we shouldn’t be made to feel any less for it - in fact there are plenty of people who never have a relationship and lead very happy and fulfilled lives.”

Alex elbowed her in the side, smiling innocently.

Kelly cleared her throat, pushing back at Alex a little. “Although we also shouldn’t be afraid to look for a relationship. It’s important to be honest with ourselves and others, and sometimes things that seem scary can actually be okay and very rewarding.”

Alex nodded along beside her and Kara looked between the two of them.

She nodded slowly. “Right.”

Another knock at the door drew Kara’s attention away and Alex sighed in relief, holding her hand up to Kelly for a sneaky high five which she returned with an eye roll.

Kara’s voice took on a breathy awed quality that only ever appeared around Lena as she opened the door. “Lena. Hi.”

Lena smiled shyly, ducking her head. “Hi.”

Kara stepped aside to let her in, taking her coat.

“Hey Lena.” Alex waved at her.

Lena’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Alex. Kelly. I thought you two had a date?”

Alex nodded excessively, taking Kelly’s hand. “Yes we do. And we should really be going so that we’re not late.”

They awkwardly sidled between Kara and Lena out of the apartment, looking one last time between them before smiling and walking off down the hall.

Alex grinned as she heard the door close behind them. “Do you think it worked?”

Phase …???

They were just leaving Kara’s building when Nia and Brainy came running up to them.

“Alex! Kelly!” Nia doubled over, hands on her knees and breathing hard as she reached them. She thrust her hand out towards them, bouquet of roses clutched in her fist. “Kara forgot the flowers at CatCo.”

Alex gasped and snatched them from her hand, turning to rush back inside. Everyone else ran after her, taking the stairs two at a time. They stomped down the hall to Kara’s door and Alex pushed it open, all four of them bursting in.

Kara and Lena were locked in an open mouthed kiss in the kitchen, Lena pressed up against the island as Kara gripped her hips, thumb slipping under her shirt. Lena’s hands were tangled in Kara’s hair, pulling her closer in a decidedly non-platonic way. A bouquet of plumerias sat on the island behind them and the dining table was laid romantically with a meal that looked to be from France.

The pair sprang apart at the loud bang of Kara’s door against the wall, Lena ducking her head and pulling her lips into her mouth as Kara moved slightly in front of her as though attempting to hide that they had just been thoroughly making out.

The four in the doorway gaped at the scene before them.

“Well. I guess the plan worked.”

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 61: Shelter

There is a buzz of electricity as the TV screen blinks to life. Silence gives way to trumpets and the flashing CBS News logo. A firm male voice announces “You’re watching CBS News live, with a special bulletin: Horror in Hollywood: the aftermath of the ‘Little Armenia Incident’. And now our host, Ray Tannermann.”

The logo screen fades and is replaced with the clean-cut and honest image of the news anchor, clad in a crisp suit and tie, fair skin and well kept graying hair. “Good morning, Los Angeles,” he says, earnestly facing the camera, “We’re on the air now as the memorial service for the officers slain in last week’s ‘Little Armenia Incident’ is taking place. A large group of protestors has gathered around the service, prompting security concerns. We go now to our live correspondent, Alicia Martinez. How’s it look down there, Alicia?”

The camera view lists to the left. The female reporter appears in a split screen, saying nothing as Tannermann’s words are relayed through her earpiece. When she does speak, she must do so loudly, as a few meters behind her, 250 people chant furiously, shaking signs declaring ‘GOOD COPS ARE DEAD COPS’ and ‘No Honor To Killers’.

“Morning, Ray,” Martinez says, “I’m here outside the Beckman Auditorium, where the mayor of Los Angeles, the governor and even the President himself are all in attendance for the memorial service for officers slain in Little Armenia. However, as you can see behind me, not everyone is in support of this service.”

“What can you tell us about the atmosphere on the scene?” Tannermann asks.

“The air is fraught, to say the least, Ray. People are outraged over the inclusion in the service of officers alleged to have been directly involved in last week’s violence. This is especially controversial after the live footage from the downed KNBC Chopper 1, which documented the final moments of reporter Patricia Leeson. The footage seems to show uniformed officers driving erratically and even firing on the chopper, which is speculated to be the primary cause of the crash.

“It should be noted that no evidence exists that the officers depicted in the KNBC footage are the same ones being commemorated, but that hardly matters to this crowd, Ray. Just one look at this crowd will tell you they’re not interested in any technicalities.They're angry, and they want justice for what they see as an open attack.”

Security personnel stand in line, decked out in riot gear, watching tight-lipped as the protest intensifies, each protestor feeding on each other’s fury. At the crowd’s edge, some notice Martinez and her camera, and sense the world’s eyes on them. “Excuse me?” the reporter asks, approaching a young woman of college age with red hair and a nose stud, “I’m with CBS. Would you mind telling me what you’re out here for?”

“Well, we’ve got a moral right!” the protestor announces, eager for the chance to share her stance. “We’re here because we’ve all been affected by the attack last week, and now the creeps in the police department are trying to scrub the stain out! Make out like the pigs who started this are actually heroes!”

Martinez adjusts her grip on the microphone. “So then, you believe the reports that the police were the cause of the violence?”

The protestor sneers. “Obviously!  It’s just another reminder that this city is NOT a safe place! The systems in place which are supposed to ‘protect us’ are, in fact, just foot-soldiers to an oppressive. Patriarchal. System.” 

She punctuates her statement by punching her open palm in time with her words. “All this… this bullshit! About some kind of virus or chemical weapon that the Police Department is trying to blame, it’s…!  It’s just a smokescreen! To cover up how a bunch of cops went on an unprovoked rampage in broad daylight! And when the people of Little Armenia defended themselves, they call it a riot! The line has! To be drawn! Here! How many times do we have to be attacked before we recognize that the police are our enemies! Women, people of color and everyone oppressed across America MUST come together to put an end to this threat! Anyone that fails to answer that call will be treated as they deserve… a TRAITOR-!”

The young woman doubtless intended to say more, but she’s cut off when a dark and ruddy arm, embellished with gold bracelets, grabs her by the collar. The camera image shakes as the operator recoils. When the image settles, it focuses on Kilo holding the protester a meter off the ground, glaring at her with contempt. She stares at him agape for a moment, before squirming aggressively in his grip. He tosses her forward, sending her colliding into the crowd. A human domino effect occurs at the edge of the gathering.

“Uh… G-Good morning?” Martinez hazards, approaching him, “Are you here for the protest? If you have any comments you’d like to-”

“Fuck off,” Kilo says on live TV, reaching his hand back without looking to block the camera lens. The image blurs out again, the image turning to light, then clattering into static. The image quickly flickers back as a view from the ground, showing Martinez shouting at Kilo as walks away from her, hands in his pockets.

“You…!” she shrieks, “What do you think you’re doing?! I hope you’ve got a good lawyer, asshole!”

Kilo doesn’t respond or even turn around. He watches as the security step forward, which sends a ripple of fear through the crowd. The fear gives way to anger and they also advance, getting in the security guards’ face and challenging them.

Somewhere amidst the throng, Kilo spots a masked protester readying what is clearly a Molotov cocktail. A dark green liquor bottle with a rag stuffed in the mouth, and a lit lighter inches away.

“SATURN BARZ,” he mutters. His Stand materializes, unseen by anyone else, and cartwheels in mid-air. A gray cloud forms over the protest, formed from the polluted air of LA. Kilo watches nonchalantly as the rain of the lowest possible acidity descends over the crowd. The impact is minor at first, but it quickly builds and the protesters begin to scramble away from the stinging shower.

“Oh, what is this now?!” Martinez complains, “Quick Dan, get the stuff back in the truck! Maybe we can still save the camera!” 

The protestors and the media disperses, and the security personnel retreat to a safe distance. Kilo looks on at the entrance as the auditorium fills up. He ponders at the entrance for a moment, before turning around and heading back the way he came.

Hours later, a motorcade emerges from the auditorium, with several hearses in the middle, passing through blocks of onlookers filling the sidewalks. Many of them wave American flags as the hearses go by. Nadja and Svetlana, Arma’s wife and daughter, watch from the crowd in sad silence. The butcher is nowhere to be seen.

The motorcade disperses, allowing the hearses to file into Calvary Cemetery. After several minutes, the final vehicle parks on the road right next to the headstones. 6 pallbearers slide the coffin from the hearse, and carry it to an open grave. Next to the headstone is a framed portrait amidst a bouquet of flowers, that of Moya Pezzente wearing her uniform and a subtle smile. 

Under the shade of trees apart from the funeral, Shizuka, Kilo, T’onga and Jerome watch. “I wish we could be there,” Shizuka murmurs.

“We should be down there. What we fuckin’ round over here for?” Jerome says, his arms crossed.

T’onga replies, “It’s not safe.”

“Bullshit,” Jerome hisses, “Any fucker try to start shit on us, I’ll take ‘em, Stand or no Stand. That’s our girl down there.”

“It’s not safe for them,” T’onga clarifies, pointing at the mourners. Moya’s captain addresses the crowd, preparing to say a few words. “Last time All-Kill attacked us, there was collateral damage. She sacrificed her body to save as many as she could. We can’t risk spilling blood over her grave.”

The rapper bristles, then falters before his expression drops. “…We were right there. She was right there. We were so close, and then-”

“And then she died, yes, C-King, we all remember,” Shizuka’s mother says. “There’s no need for further reminders of our complete failure.”

“You knock that off,” Kilo rumbles.

The Asian woman casts a sideways glare at him. “Why? Did you want to say it first?”

“I said knock that shit off! You ain’t here to talk shit!” he points at her aggressively, his rings jangling. “You’re here to tell us how to stop All-Kill! You ain’t been out of his gang for too long, so don’t get too comfortable!”

T’onga turns to him, scowling. “If you’re scared I’m going to go back, you can forget it. I’m never going back.”

“Then make yourself useful. Name, addresses, numbers. What cars do they drive, which girls do they fuck at the weekends? What are their powers? I’m going to kill every one of those bastards, so come clean already!”

“I don’t like your tone, kid. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were threatening me.”

“Do I have to spell this out for you? If you don’t tell me what I wanna know-!!”

“Guys,” Shizuka says, cutting between the two combatants. She doesn’t turn, but stares at the funeral. The captain finishes his speech and three officers in crisp uniforms form up, holding rifles. “Mom… they killed my friend.”

T’onga and Kilo look away from each other, embarrassed over their behavior. At the call of their conductor, the riflemen aim their weapons skyward. 

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

T’onga finally speaks. “…His name is Ganmyeol Seo. Stand: BLACK KEYS. 57 years old, born in Korea. I don’t know anything else about his life before LA. In 1992, he was there during the riot. He helped organize the militia that defended Koreatown. That’s how he drew Dust’s attention and got invited into the Congregation.”

“What does BLACK KEYS do?” Kilo asks.

“It’s got only one ability. If he sticks the keys into an object and turns it, he can shut it down or start it back up. What that means depends on the object. If he sticks it into a person, well…” she gazes past her daughter, at the open grave.

“It even deactivated HOUSE OF PAIN while it was in effect. I never thought that could happen,” T’onga continues. “I don’t know if this matters, but his Stand is natural. Not given to him like mine was.”

“That doesn’t explain how he did that thing with the sidewalk. There was no friction, I couldn’t stand up. How’d he do that?”

“I told you, the meaning of ‘shutting down’ varies between objects. Whatever the main function of the target is, it gets removed. For the sidewalk, I’d say… the function is to be walked on. So he took away that ability.”

“…What’s the weakness?”

“Doesn’t have one. They won’t bend or break, and all he needs is an instant to end things. Which means a head-on attack is not an option,” the former assassin stresses, “You have to attack from a distance. It’s the only way.”

“I can do that…” Kilo murmurs. “Who else?”

“The wolf, Yeon-in.”

“Wolf? That, like, a nickname?” Jerome asks.

“No, like an actual Tibetan wolf,” T’onga clarifies. “All-Kill picked him up years ago while he was on vacation in the old country.”

“A wolf with a Stand?” Kilo says skeptically.

“Why not? Didn’t you kill a building a while back?” she challenges. The tall man backs down. “I don’t know what it’s called, but its Stand lets it set fires with its eyes. The range should be its entire field of vision, but this is an animal that relies on smell and hearing. I estimate the range is around 10 or 15 meters.”

“Hmm,” Kilo says, “Which is why All-Kill keeps it around.”

T’onga smiles softly. “That’s right. As long as Yeon-in is around, he can protect his master from a distance. Which is why they need to be separated if we want to stand a chance.”

“Fine. What about the last guy? You mentioned him… San Gok?”

“Yeah… the wild card. I don’t know what his Stand does.”

Shizuka speaks up. “Mom, we really need…”

“I know what we need,” T’onga cuts her off, “but we don’t have everything. Sang-ok never explained his ability beyond cryptic bullshit. I doubt even he understands. He calls it BETTER THAN THE REAL THING. People that are hit by it go into a kind of… trance. They just stand there, move around and mumble like they’re sleep-walking until abruptly they die. It usually takes at most 3 hours though…” she pauses, then goes on. “All-Kill raised him as his own son. Sang-ok lives for him. That devotion can’t be underestimated. Their abilities might not seem like much to you, Staples, but you don’t get to be King of LA by being easy to kill.”

The funeral procession begins to leave, though some officers still linger around the headstone. “What’s your suggestion?” Kilo asks.

“Sang-ok’s too unpredictable,” the former assassin declares. “We avoid him, and confront him later, if we have to. We separate the wolf from All-Kill, kill it, then go for the boss. He has a house on Mulholland Drive. We’ll hit it tonight.”

“Tonight?” Shizuka exclaims, turning around.

“The longer this goes on, the worse it’ll get. I’ve betrayed him and his beloved Sunmi is dead. It has to be now, while his heart is shaken with grief. Before he can collect himself.”

As the funeral procession files out of the cemetery, a gust of wind blows over, shaking the trees. Shizuka’s friends stand in silence as the wind blows over.

“OK. Let’s do it, then,” Shizuka says firmly.

T’onga smiles sadly at this and stays quiet when Kilo steps towards her daughter. “You understand what this means, right?” he asks his friend, earnestly, “it’s not like before, when we were attacked and had to defend ourselves. We’re taking action this time. We’re going to kill him.”

The girl lowers her gaze, thinking before she answers. “What the Congregation’s done… Phantasma, Dust and All-Kill… It’s unforgivable. I never imagined when I stepped off the plane at LAX that I would get involved in this… But I achieved what I set out to do. I found my mother. And if this is the only way I can be with her, then what I have to do is obvious.”

Kilo smiles softly. “Just checking. Anyhow, that fucker drew first blood. We’re due some payback for that.”

“Ah shit… This is gonna be intense, huh?” Jerome says, shaking his head with concern.

T’onga sighs. “Alright then…” she mutters, the four of them looking across the cemetery resolutely. “Let’s do it!”

[juliettalfacharlie]

Day One: “You have to let me go.”

CW graphic violence, injury, animal death (it's dark.)

It had begun as a simple animal trafficking raid; the Creeping Crystal Triad had expanded their avenues into illegal wildlife trade, and a solid tip lead them to a warehouse hidden up in the mountains. When Lin had received the call, she'd been out having lunch with Kya, and the waterbender had insisted on coming in case any animals had been injured.

Once they arrived, it seemed all the clues pointed to an abandoned gig. The sight was absolutely gruesome; Lin found a trailer with two dead boar-q-pines, both terribly emaciated. One had clearly died (note, been killed) and the other had tried to eat it, blood forever staining the wooden walls and floor. As they ventured further onto the property, the conditions were similar. Owl cats that had plucked themselves bare in nervousness, still and unmoving in their filthy cages. A concrete pen housed the remains of a crococat family, kittens still small and fuzzy.

Kya wrapped her arms around herself, beyond horrified. Lin, however private she preferred to be, wasn't so much of a hardass that she didn't comfort her girlfriend, who immediately buried her face in Lin's neck.

Lin lead her back out front while she had two officers sweep the rest of the house. While she'd witnessed occasions of animal abuse before, it had never been on such a large scale as this, and she'd barely scratched the surface of this disturbing scene.

She brought Kya to their car, sure she needed to sit and let the shock wear off.

Part of Lin wanted to call in more backup, but she wanted to subject as few people to the grisly sight as possible. The four men on-site had been on the force for a long time; while it definitely wasn't easy, she knew they'd be able to handle processing it all.

They were twenty feet from their car when the van beside them exploded, throwing both women forward.

Lin had been behind Kya, her armour taking bits of shrapnel. She didn't have time to process their landing; the dense layer of fallen leaves provided zero traction against the sloped drop off, and in what felt like a moment, Lin was falling.

There was a narrow ledge three feet below the side of the mountain, then an incredibly steep descent into a copse of trees. Their momentum deposited them right against the edge of the shelf. Lin felt her metal plates scratching against the rocky cliff face, and her hand desperately clawed for a hold.

Her fingers dug into the earth, creating an artificial grip that she held onto for dear life.

Kya hadn't been able to find purchase, but Lin blindly reached out, and by some miracle she'd been able to find her wrist.

The older woman slipped off the edge, a short shriek leaving her lungs as she felt herself drop.

Lin tightened her hold, solely supporting Kya's weight. She felt something tear in her shoulders, both arms pulled in different directions, and she cried out.

Her muscles were past overworked, and she trembled in exertion. Kya looked up at her in fear.

"You have to let me go." she insisted, and Lin fought with her neck to tilt her head down.

"Like hell I will." she gritted out, pure agony spread across her back. She willed herself to hold on for a fraction longer, right forearm straining. Lin curled her legs up, striking the ledge with her metal shoes. She created a foothold in the rock, allowing her to relieve some of the stress on her upper body with her quads.

It didn't ease her left arm pain, but she actually felt stable enough to continue.

"Kya, I need you to hold my belt. I'll turn my armour into handles so you can climb up." she called, as if she were instructing an officer. Kya swung herself up so that her free hand could grip Lin's corded belt, and Lin grimaced at the new pressure at her waist.

When Kya said she was secure, Lin released her wrist, and the waterbender quickly took hold with her other hand.

Lin bore down on her thighs, using her now-free arm to remove her plates.

Pain throbbed up her shoulder but she pushed through, rolling the flat metal pieces into cylinders that she impaled into the cliffside.

Once she was done she exhaled, letting her left arm hang limply at her side. "Get your foot onto the bottom most peg, and you can switch your grips over." Lin explained, and Kya did as told. As her weight shifted onto the climbing studs, Lin almost sagged in relief.

"Climb up now. I'm going to need you to help me." she continued. Kya carefully ascended three feet until she could pull herself onto solid ground, quickly looking over the edge at Lin.

Her stomach dropped at the sight of her lover just barely clinging to safety, but Lin's face was devoid of visible fear.

"What can I do?" Kya asked, and Lin's eyes studied the ledge, looking for the best route with only one arm.

"I'm going to walk up the side; can you grab my wrist and help pull me?" she was met with a quick nod, and Kya bent her knees to give her the necessary support.

"Ready?" she asked, and Lin quickly loosened her hold on the rock, instead taking Kya's hand. It was the most stressful moment for Kya, the knowledge that any error could cause Lin to fall backwards to almost certain death.

While time seemed to pass slowly, the exchange went without incident, and Kya felt a surge of relief as she began to straighten her legs. Lin created more vertical footholds, allowing herself to climb up like it was the world's most lethal jungle gym.

With one final push, Lin too stood on the short ledge, and Kya couldn't help her relieved sob.

Lin shuffled close, pressing Kya back against the rock as she rested her head on the taller woman's shoulder.

The metalbender caught her breath, letting the adrenaline seep from her body as she gripped her girlfriend's hand.

Above them, one of Lin's officers frantically peered down.

"Chief!" he exclaimed, immediately raising the platform both women stood on.

There was a gash on his temple, swollen and bloody, but a glance towards the house said that wasn't the worst of it.

The storage facility was still burning, black smoke rising from the windows and the collapsed ceiling. Lin and Kya both tightened their hold on one another.

After a moment, Lin asked, eyes sweeping the scene, "Where's Sergeant Kip?"

"She's perfectly fine, ser. She's on the line with dispatch." he explained, gaze flitting about the horizon. Kya could see the telltale signs of shock in his jittery behaviour.

"Clearly this wasn't just an animal smuggling ring. I want to know every damn detail about that building, about the tip, about fucking everything." Lin growled, and the officer nodded.

"Yes, ser." he responded automatically.

Lin shook her head, beginning to trudge towards her Satomobile. Kya was with her at each step.

"Take it easy, Cheok, you've done well. Is your forehead the only injury you sustained?" she asked, and he took a moment to think.

"I believe so. The- I was knocked onto the ground, but I don't think it's serious. Kip was further back, so she was only affected by the sound." he explained.

Lin hummed in understanding, "I'm going to have Kya take a look, alright?" and Cheok agreed. He took a seat in the passenger side of the Satomobile, and Kya leaned down to work on his temple.

Lin would continue on and speak with Kip, but she took a moment to let her mind finally catch up, again staring at the ruins of the building.

She supported her left elbow to lesson the pain across her back. It was a different kind of torture compared to her mental anguish. The devastation of having lost two men, the knowledge she and Kya had been a minute off of dying with them. Their extreme luck climbing back up the mountain.

She took a steadying breath. It had began a wonderfully pleasant morning, yet somehow ended like this.

Lin didn't want to be away from Kya right now, but she had to continue her duties. She began to walk towards Kip's car, finding herself for once unable to compartmentalize her emotions and responsibilities. Catching the criminals had always been revenge enough, but damnit if she wouldn't tear the Creeping Crystal Triad apart doing so.