#the last one is p neat since it looks like they are leaning into each other (contextually its a little different)
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Zeus and Hera in a nutshell
#my energy for them and nieyao <3 i always have a pairing that embodies this dynamic in my fandoms#had fun searching these paintings even if most are jupiter/juno#the last one is p neat since it looks like they are leaning into each other (contextually its a little different)#greek mythology#hera#zeus#zeus x hera
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Kinktober 2024: Day 15
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's not technically the 15th yet. But I just finished writing this one and I'm really excited for you guys to read it. I also know I have a lot going on tomorrow so not sure when I'll have time to post it, so posting it a little early!
PROMPT: "Feel what you're doing to me? That's all because of you!"
KINK: Lingerie
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT (P in V)
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
TAG LIST: @missmarveledsblog I @shanimallina87 I @fore45fore
If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.
Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)
Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)
Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)
WWE / Wrestling
The late morning sun poured through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room you and Bradley shared. You sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers carefully smoothing out the last corner of the wrapping paper around his coming home presentâa gift youâd been planning for months.
The photo album sat snugly under the glossy paper, bound by a neat ribbon you tied with extra care. Inside were the boudoir photos you had taken just weeks after heâd left for deployment. It was something special, something intimate, to remind him how much youâd missed him. Each photo was a memory in itselfâa way for you to stay close even when he was oceans away.
You pressed down the final piece of tape, running your hand over the gift with a satisfied sigh. The small album, resting in its elegant wrapping on the kitchen table, felt like a secret shared between just the two of you, a piece of you waiting for him to come home.
The clock ticked closer to the afternoon, and excitement bubbled in your chest. It had been six months, half a year since you'd last seen Bradley in person, and today was the day he was coming back. You grabbed your keys, heart racing in anticipation, ready to meet him at the base. You gave the present one last glance before heading out, the thought of his reaction swirling in your mind as you made your way out the door to bring him home.
* * * *
The air buzzed with excitement as you stood among the crowd at the base, your heart pounding in your chest. You watched as one by one, men and women began walking off the plane, their faces weary but lit with the relief of being home. Your eyes scanned each face, searching desperately for the one youâd been waiting for. The anticipation twisted inside youâuntil finally, there he was.
Bradley stepped off the plane, looking up just in time for your eyes to meet. That familiar smile spread across his face, and in that instant, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. He dropped his duffel bag to the ground and took a few determined steps toward you. Without thinking, you broke into a run, closing the distance between you in seconds.
You launched yourself into his arms, wrapping yours tightly around his neck as he held you close, his arms enveloping you in that perfect, safe embrace. The world seemed to melt away as you both stood there, holding onto each other for what felt like minutes, neither of you wanting to let go. His warmth, his familiar scentâit was everything youâd missed.
Bradley pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips before he leaned in and pressed them to yours. The kiss was slow, lingering, and filled with all the love and longing that had built up over the last six months.Â
After several kisses and a few more tight hugs, he whispered, "Iâm ready to go home."
But before you could move, he draped an arm protectively over your shoulders, keeping you close as the two of you made your way to his Broncoâthe vehicle you had driven there, waiting to take him back to where he belonged.
* * * *
You and Bradley walked through the front door, the familiar comfort of home welcoming both of you as you closed it behind you. Bradley paused, noticing the carefully wrapped present sitting on the kitchen table. He glanced at you with raised eyebrows, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
âWhatâs this?â he asked, his voice laced with interest as he gestured toward the gift.
You smiled, leaning against the counter. "Itâs a little coming-home present for you."
His curiosity deepened, and he gave you a playful look. "Can I open it now?"
You nodded, watching him as he moved over to the table, his large hands quickly but carefully tearing away the wrapping paper. When the paper fell away, he stood holding a sleek photo album, his eyes flicking back to you with even more curiosity.
"A photo album?" he asked, his lips tugging into a smirk.
"Just open it," you teased, crossing your arms and biting your lip in anticipation.
Bradleyâs gaze shifted back to the album as he slowly opened it, revealing the first photoâa soft, almost innocent image of you wrapped in one of his Hawaiian shirts, buttoned up but still leaving a hint of bare skin peeking out. You watched as his expression softened, his fingers gently turning the page. As he flipped through each photo, his smirk grew.
His tongue ran along his bottom lip when he reached the next series of imagesâthe ones where you had started to unbutton the shirt. You felt a warm flush rise in your cheeks as his eyes darkened with appreciation. By the time he reached the photos where the shirt was completely gone, revealing the pale blue lace teddy you had worn just for him, his breath caught.
The intersecting straps, the delicate lace, and the strategically placed cutouts accentuated your figure in all the right ways. Bradley took his time, flipping through those photos a little more slowly, savoring each one, his gaze lingering on the sight of you in his favorite color.
When he reached the final set of photos, where the teddy had come off and you were laid out on the bed with nothing but a sheet draped across your bare skin, his eyes widened slightly. He glanced up at you, his expression a mix of admiration and something more heated. You felt his eyes tracing every inch of you as if he could still see the images in his mind.
"Damn," Bradley breathed out, his voice low and husky as he looked back at the album, and then back at you. "You did all thisâŠfor me?"
You smiled softly, feeling your heart race at the way he was looking at you now. "Every bit of it."
Bradley set the album down and turned toward you, his strong hands finding your waist as he pulled you against him. His gaze was filled with adoration as he whispered, âYou are the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â
His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, the intensity building quickly as his tongue slipped past your lips, deepening the connection. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer.Â
But before the moment could escalate further, you stepped back. Bradley looked at you, confused, his brow furrowed slightly.
Thatâs when you tugged at the hem of your shirt, untucking it from your denim shorts. His confusion quickly faded, replaced by realizationâand a growing anticipation. His eyes darkened with desire when he noticed the shirt you were wearing wasnât yours. It was one of his Hawaiian shirts, the same one you had worn during the photoshoot. You began to slowly unbutton it, just like you had in the pictures, teasing him with every undone button.
Bradleyâs gaze never left you, his breathing growing heavier as you undid the last button, revealing the lingerie beneathâpale blue, lace, with the same intersecting straps and cutouts from the photos. He whispered something, maybe a quiet curse or a breathless declaration of how much he loved you, his voice thick with need. Whatever it was, you couldnât quite make it out.
You gave him a playful, teasing look before turning and heading toward the bedroom.
Youâd barely made it into the room before Bradley was on you, his hands quickly unbuttoning and sliding your shorts off, leaving you in just the delicate lace.Â
He pulled you back against him, your back to his chest, one hand trailing down from your chest to your stomach while the other gripped your hip, pressing you into him. You could feel the hardness there, his need evident against you.
A soft moan escaped your lips as Bradley leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, âFeel what youâre doing to me? Thatâs all because of you.â His voice was low, filled with raw desire, and the sound sent shivers down your spine.
Bradleyâs words lingered in the air, sending warmth through your body as his hand moved from your stomach to your thigh, fingers brushing lightly along the edge of the lace. He gently traced the outline of your lingerie, teasing the sensitive skin beneath it. His breath was hot against your neck, and your body instinctively arched into him, craving more of his touch.
His fingers trailed back up, slipping under the lace at your hips as he whispered, âYou have no idea what seeing you like this does to me.â
His voice was deeper now, laced with desire and intensity. He let his hands roam over your body, tracing the delicate fabric that covered you, while pressing your hips harder against his. You could feel how much he wanted you.
You let out a soft gasp when his fingers finally found the spot between your legs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the thin fabric of your lingerie. Bradleyâs lips were on your neck now, kissing and nibbling along your skin, sending waves of pleasure through you.
You tried to push back against him, wanting to feel more of him, but he was in complete control, keeping the pace slow and torturous.
âNot yet,â he murmured against your skin, his hand moving even slower as he teased you, the tension building with each passing second.
A needy whimper escaped your lips, and Bradley chuckled, his low, raspy laugh only making you want him more.
âTell me what you want, baby,â he whispered, his fingers never leaving their spot between your thighs, driving you to the edge.
Your breath came out in short, desperate bursts. âI need you,â you finally managed to say, your voice barely a whisper as you leaned your head back against his shoulder, giving him even more access to your neck.
Bradley didnât need any more convincing. In one swift motion, he spun you around to face him, his hands gripping your waist as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes, dark and full of desire, searched yours for a brief moment before his lips crashed into yours again. His kiss was rougher this time, full of hunger and urgency as he began guiding you toward the bed.
Before you knew it, you were on your back, and Bradley hovered over you, his gaze tracing every inch of your body, still adorned in the lace that had driven him wild. He paused for a moment, admiring you, his lips curving into a small, mischievous smile.Â
âYouâre perfect,â he murmured, voice thick with emotion and desire.
He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your stomach, working his way up until his lips were at your chest. His hands slid under you, quickly unclasping the straps of the lingerie and tossing it aside.Â
âIâve been waiting for this,â he whispered against your skin, his breath hot as his mouth moved to your breasts, teasing you further.
Your back arched at the feeling of his tongue tracing circles, his hands firmly holding you in place. Every touch sent jolts of pleasure through you, and you could feel the tension building again, stronger and more intense with every kiss, every brush of his fingers.
âBradley,â you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him on.
He didnât need to be told twice. Bradley's hands began to roam lower, and as he positioned himself above you, you felt the heat between your bodies build to a breaking point. There was nothing gentle now, just raw need and passion as he finally gave in to the tension that had been building between you since the moment he walked through the door.
He positioned himself between your legs, giving himself a few pumps before he started pushing himself into you. You immediately felt the stretch that had come after six months without any intimacy. He took it slow, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he tried to be gentle.Â
He gave you a few moments to adjust once he was all the way in, both of your breaths coming in heavy. His hips pressed against yours, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you, but it wasnât just the physical sensationâit was the connection, the months of longing, and the love that had built up in his absence. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of you wrapped up in each other, as if time itself had paused to let you have this moment in full.
With each motion, Bradleyâs lips found your skin, trailing heated kisses along your neck, your shoulder, wherever he could reach.Â
âGod, I missed you,â he whispered between breaths, his voice rough with emotion. His forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm and ragged as he whispered more, the words tumbling out between the motions of his body. âMissed you so much⊠every night I thought about you, baby⊠how perfect you are⊠how much I love you.â
The way he said it, his voice thick with yearning, sent shivers down your spine. You felt his handsâfirm, but tenderâroaming your sides, his fingers digging in slightly as if he needed to confirm you were really there with him. His touch set your skin alight, the months of separation making each caress, each brush of his lips, even more intense. Your body responded to him instinctively, arching into his every movement, meeting his hips with equal fervor.
âMissed this,â he groaned, his forehead still pressed to yours as his pace quickened, his hips driving into you with a little more urgency now. âMissed us⊠missed the way you feel, the way you move with meâŠâ His voice was hoarse, broken by the weight of his desire and the emotion that flowed between you both. His words only heightened the pleasure building inside you, the sensations intensifying with every thrust, every whispered confession.
Your nails grazed down his back, your fingers grasping at him, needing him closer, deeper, as if you couldnât get enough of him. He grunted softly at the feeling, his muscles tightening under your touch, but it only spurred him on, his hips pushing harder, his body pressing against yours as though he was determined to make up for every missed moment.
The heat between you grew unbearable, your body tightening around him as he moved inside of you, the pressure building and building, your breaths becoming more ragged. His voice was still there, whispering against your lips, âI love you⊠I love you so much,â the sound of it driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, it was too much. The pleasure hit you all at once, washing over you in waves so strong you couldnât hold back. Your body trembled beneath him, your voice calling out his name, raw and full of the longing you had held inside for so long. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as the sensation overwhelmed you.
Bradley followed you into that release moments later, his body tensing above yours, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His hips stilled, but his arms wrapped around you even tighter, as though he never wanted to let you go again. His breathing was heavy and uneven against your skin, his chest rising and falling with the aftershocks of his climax.
The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together in the aftermath, both of your hearts still racing, your bodies still buzzing from the pleasure. Slowly, Bradley pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours, full of love and devotion. His thumb gently traced your cheek as he smiled down at you, the kind of smile that made your heart swell with happiness.
"There anything else in your closet thatâs new that I should know about?" He whispered, his voice teasing but warm, as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, a kiss that was far gentler than the urgency of before, but just as full of love.
As your breathing began to slow, the world came back into focus, but it didnât matter. At that moment, wrapped in each otherâs arms, everything else could wait. He was finally home, and he wasnât going anywhere.
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The Way of a HouseHusband
đ€Pairing: Househusband! Price x Wife! Reader
đ€Pronouns: She/Her
đ€Warnings: fluff, smut, flirting, kissing, fingering, eating out, dick sucking, married couple, language, breadwinner Y/n
Price stays home to do the household chores for his wife Y/n, who makes the money in the household
As Price was gone from the Military but was still on call just in case, his life now is shopping, cleaning and pleasing the misses
He treats Y/n like a Queen, sheâs sick? Everything is paused so Price can take care of her I mean in his wedding vows he did say heâll drop everything just to treat her like a Queen
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7:00AM
John Price, the househusband for his wife Y/n. They've been married to each other for 6-7 years, once Price left the Military. He vowed to always take care of his wife no matter what, if she was sick, he'd drop everything to take care of her.
He makes her breakfast, lunch, and dinner just for her. He loves her so much, if he was water and she was fire, he would still love her.
Price had woken up from his deep sleep and went downstairs, he was shirtless and had gray sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. He grabbed his '#1 Cook' apron and put it on his body to make Y/n's breakfast for her.
He was going to make her favorite and also make her lunch in the process. He set her plate on the table and also placed her lunch box on the counter for to grab once she's ready.
"SHIT I'M SO LATE! I'M LATE, I'M LATE, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!" Y/n yelled as she came down the stairs still buttoning her shirt.
"Woah hey, hey, little mamas, calm down, he won't do anything, not while I'm around," he chuckles and helped her get ready for work.
"You don't understand Price, last time I was late, he threatened to fire me," she was panicked and was fixing her hair and Price was trying to fix her clothes, so they looked nice and neat.
"Well, he won't if I'm there," he said, while looking down at her.
"What does that mean?" She asks and he only chuckled. She grabbed her heels and purse; she kissed Price's lips and left the house.
"Have a good day, honey," Price yells from the kitchen and he heard the door shut. He just hummed and looked at the table not seeing his breakfast touched.
He let out a sigh and grabbed some tubber ware and put the breakfast in it. He puts the lid on it and then turned and saw her lunchbox still on the counter.
"SHE FORGOT HER LUNCH!!" He yells, he quickly removed his apron, and went to go find a shirt and some shoes and got in his car and drove to Y/n's work.
Y/n got to her cubical and sat down in it, she rested her hands on her stomach after she felt it grumble.
"Ah man...hey Beth, do you know if the lounge has any donuts or anything?" Y/n asked, leaning over her cubical.
"No girl, every man for themselves."
"Oh damn," she said as she sat back down in her chair and felt her stomach grumble again.
"Y/n, your husband is here," Stacy said over the intercom.
"Y/N WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LATE!!?" She heard her boss yell. She looked over her shoulder and saw him angerly stomp to her desk.
"Ummm~ s-sorry sir, I-I overslept..." she said as she stood up and played with her fingers feeling nervous.
"I overslept," he mocked her voice. "THAT IS SUCH A LAME ASS EXCUSE, I'M TIRED OF HEARING THAT EXCUSE COME FROM EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! Y/n I swear to God, you are fi-"
"Love, you forgot your lunch and I bought breakfast since you didn't eat," Price said coming around the corner and giving her, the breakfast and lunchbox. He kissed her temple and placed his hands on her waist. "Oh, is this the boss?" He asked.
"Y-Yeah...P-Price this is M-Mr.Williams, my b-boss, Mr.Williams this is my husband, John," she stutters. John knows Y/n well, when she stutters it means something just made her embarrassed, scared or uncomfortable.
"What was...going on? I heard yelling not too long ago," he says, while looking at her boss.
"I was...I was just telling my staff how much I appreciate them."
What a fucking lie and Price knew it was too.
"Really then...what were you going to tell my wife?"
"T-That she is-"
"Fired?"
"No, no, NO! I was going to say you are fire, like she's so cool, that I'm glad she is part of my staff." Lair.
"Oh really, I'm glad..." Price had an unamused looked on his face. "Well since you think she's 'fire' then...why did you threaten to fire her if she was late again?"
"I was joking," Price can be scary if he wanted to, but all Price was doing was looking annoyed and it made Mr.Williams scared because no one faces him like Price is doing.
"Yeah, right. If you ever threated my wife with some sort of nonsense again....I will come down here personally and beat you into a pulp, do we understand each other?" Price asked.
Mr.Williams quickly nods his head. "Yes, I understand, I understand perfectly."
"Good...now leave my wife alone, you'll only address her if you need something not to bitch to her about her lateness...that ALSO goes for everyone else in this business, you will not address them to bitch at them for their mistakes, you will address to them if you need something."
"I understand," Price just chuckles before kissing Y/n's temple again.
"Thank you, handsome..." Y/n said as she kissed his lips.
"I'll see you later, little mama," he says before walking away. "Bye-bye everyone, bye-bye Mr.Williams." Price teased and Mr.Williams just nodded his head as he understood.
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11:40AM
Price was now cleaning around the house; he was back in his original attire from this morning. No shirt and sweatpants.
He cleaned the hard wooden floors, the counter tops, and dusted everything. He hummed a soft tune and thought about Y/n, he mainly was thinking if he embarrassed her at work today?
He was only trying to protect her; he wasn't trying to embarrass her for no reason.
"Should I apologize?" He asked himself. "No, she would have told me to leave when I started talking..."
Price just looked at the clock he has 4 hours before Y/n comes back home for the day. He still needed to go get groceries for dinner tonight.
He finished up cleaning and grabbed his shirt, shoes and keys. He went to the local grocery store and went to go get his ingredients for dinner tonight.
He wanted to treat Y/n.
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3:00PM
Y/n pulled into the driveway, she rubbed her tired head and opened the front door. Once she stepped into the house, she was hit with the best smell ever.
She came around the corner of the kitchen and saw her husband making dinner for her. He was moving swiftly around the kitchen fixing her the perfect Dinner she's ever had while being with him.
"John?"
"Love, welcome home, I didn't hear you come in, I'm just almost with dinner," he says, she sets her stuff down and sat down in her usual spot.
She smiled when she saw him start to plate everything. He set Y/n's down first and then his.
"Price, what is it?" She asked him with her usual sweet smile.
"I saw Ghost post it on Facebook (he would use Facebook tell me I'm wrong) a couple nights ago and I figured I should make it for you one day, and I thought today would be perfect, you know since...I embarrassed you at work."
"Embarrassed me? You didn't embarrass me, Price. I was actually so happy to see you come in, I knew you would stand up for me. I try to do it, but I can't with Mr.Williams, he's just so mean and rude that I was scared to say something, this morning. You could never embarrass me." She smiles at him. Price felt relieved that he didn't say or do anything embarrassing.
"I'm glad, I didn't embarrass you."
"Even if you did...I could never get mad at you," she smiles.
"Good," he smiles.
Price and Y/n ate dinner and talked about Y/n's day and even Price's day. He talked about when he walked out of the grocery store, he saw a kitten and gave it some food and thought about taking it home but didn't know how Y/n would feel about it.
"I mean wouldn't mind it; I've always wanted a pet when we started living together just didn't know...how you would feel," they both laugh.
"If I see it again, I'll bring it home."
"Good."
Once they were done eating, Price cleaned the plates as Y/n went to the bedroom to go change from her work attire to some more comfy clothes.
She wore one of Price's t-shirts and just some black panties. She walked back downstairs and saw him cleaning.
"I could do it."
"No, no way, I'll do it," Price said.
"But I want to help," she smiles.
"It's fine, love, I can do it, I appetite though lovely."
"Okay," she ducked down and got between him and the sink, she looked up and kissed his jaw. She then started to move down, and she grabbed a hold of the top of his sweatpants, but Price immediately grabbed them trying to pull them back up.
"Hey, what are you doing, love?"
"I want to pleasure you."
"But that's my job," he says looking down at her face.
"But I want to you to feel good, you may always make me feel good, but now it's your turn," she smirks and grab his sweatpants again, he allowed her to pull them down, she grabbed the top of his boxers and just slightly pulled them down.
She looked at his dick, it was...soft...but Price didn't care if she saw it soft, he would get bricked up pretty easily.
She barely touched his dick and it immediately got hard. She smirks and she kissed his tip, she looks up at him seeing him fold, his hands rested on the sink, his legs spread, and he backs up just a little bit, so she could have room.
Price let out a soft moan, she wrapped her lips around his dick and then moved her hand back and forth as her tongue then swirled around his dick.
"Ah s-shit, l-love," he moans.
"Are you about to cum already?" She asks, looking up at him with such big doe eyes.
"Maybe," his legs shake a little bit.
She giggles at him and continues to suck him off, she earned so many moans and groans from him. She just smiled at up him.
"Holt fuck," he moans, he then moved his hand to the back of her head and just held her hair, letting her do the work. He felt his body jerk a bit and he ended up coming in her mouth.
She moved off his dick and showed him the cum in her mouth, she closed her mouth and swallowed, it has been a while since she sucked him off, Price mainly keeps his wife pleased that sometimes he neglects himself.
"Wow," he cups her chin making her make eye contact with him. "Now...it's your turn," he smirks.
He picks her off the floor, he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, he sets Y/n on the counter and pushes the bottom of the shirt up showing off her black lace panties.
He smirks and kisses her lips; his hands went to the top of her panties and pulled them down off her lower half. She moans into the kiss and Price's fingers found their way to her clit.
She moans when his fingertips touch her clit. He smirks into the kiss and slowly pushes his fingers in and out of her. She moaned into the kiss as Price then moves his fingers quickly in and out of her.
His fingers every now and then touched her spot. He felt her clench around his finger every time he hit her spot. He wanted her to cum almost immediately like he did, but he still wanted to have his fun with his wife.
He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled away from the kiss, she pants from having her breath being taken away and whined when his fingers were pulled out of her.
His face was close to her clit, he licked her wet folds and watched her immediately jerk her head back, her hand went to his hair just to hold his hair, she pulled at his hair every now and then because of how good he was making her feel.
"O-Oh my g-god," she moans. She felt herself about to cum because of him, he started to pick up pace, barring his face into his clit.
"Hmmm~ do you like it?" Price asked with a smirk as his tongue kept doing its work.
"Y-Yes," she moans. She clenches around his tongue and comes into his mouth.
"Fuck," she says as she leaned back on the counter, Price put her legs on his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the counter.
"You never fail to taste so fucking sweet."
"I don't even have to try," she smirks.
"Let's go get you cleaned up," He picks her up and takes her to the bathroom and start up a bath for her.
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{Cutebur} Wilbur Soot x Reader
summary: we all saw that instagram post right?
pronouns: not mentioned
word count: 827
trigger warning: swearing
https://www.instagram.com/p/CTkPbffCG90/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet
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âHey that looks like a cool place to take some Instapics!â Wilbur called, pointing at a storage door with skeletons drawn over them.
You nodded, âThat would be neat contrast. We got ten minutes to if you want to stop.â
He nodded and sped walked over there. Wilbur wasn't one to take the most aesthetically pleasing pictures. He just asked someone to take a quick shot of him doing something different in his life. But since he met you, well he started caring a little bit more. You taught him a few tips and tricks to making him look like the model he is. You loved helping him out with his social media. He has enough on his plate already.
âHere, darling,â Wilbur handed you his phone as he got into position in front of the door. He fiddled with the bottom of his shirt to make sure that it was perfect while you adjusted the cameras to fit the sunlight. âWhat poses should I do?â
You shrugged, âIt's your Insta, Wil. You do whatever you want. I am just here to make it look decent.â You bent down to one knee, trying to see if you could get neat sun rays filtered in.
You looked up at Wilbur and gave him the thumbs up that you were ready to go. He did his thing while you did yours. You two were the perfect duo. You weren't a professional photographer or anything of the sorts, but you were still pretty damn impressive; and Wilbur was pretty damn impressive to look at.Â
You got up from your knee and held the camera slightly above your forehead. It was hard to see what you were taking a picture of, but the angles do matter. Wilbur looked good from all angles but some days he preferred more than his usual. You like to give him variety.
âWork it cutie!â You yelled out to him.
Wilbur smiled at the nickname and looked down for a second, just smiling. He definitely was one for praise. Every little nickname you called him got into his head and displayed itself in a child-like smile.
âStop looking down and look at me!â You reminded him. If it was one thing that you knew about Instagram, it was the importance of showing your features.
Wilbur continued to smile and looked up at you. His blush was clear as day and he scratched the back of his neck, still calming down from the serotonin rush you gave him. You quick took a picture and brought the phone back down to review it.
It was perfect. You covered your mouth; you were so impressed. You added a quick filter and toned it down, adding a little bit of sharpness and saving it. Wilbur never needed much touch up, he was perfect in every way; it was the background that needed a little help.
You kept staring at the photo; your little angel was so sweet. His innocent smile of happiness, exfoliating his dimples. His soft brown curls swiftly covering his loved-filled deep brown eyes. Best of yet he was all yours. You tucked his phone into your pocket and walked towards him.
âWhat are you-â
Wilbur was cut off by you wrapping your arms around his torso. He instantly hugged you back, resting his head atop yours. You leaned into him, signaling him to squeeze you tighter.Â
âThank you for letting me love you,â You mumbled into his chest.
You could hear his heart start to speed up, ba, ba, ba. He gently ran his right hand up and down your back and nuzzled into your cheek, âThank you for coming into my life.â He whispered, âWhat is this all about?â
You moved your head for that your chin was resting against his chest, looking up at him, âYou are so fucking cute. Like-cute doesn't even describe it correctly. Just, whatever good words you can think of, thatâs what you are. I just canât believe I get to go to bed and wake up seeing your beautiful self.â
Wilbur pulled back slightly to kiss your temple, âI could say the same about you.â
You only nodded back. You two stood there for a minute or so, just enjoying each otherâs touch. This is one of the rare moments that you two didn't care that you were out in public and looked like some basic couple from a Hallmark movie. Wilbur eventually pulled away, not because he wanted to- no, he wanted this moment to last forever- but because he knew that you werenât about to give him up.
He placed his hand on your cheek and leaned down to place a forceful and quick kiss on your lips. You tried holding on a little bit longer, but Wilbur softly grabbed your elbows and started to walk away with you.
âIâm guessing you got a good picture?â He asked.
You nodded and took his hand in yours, âThe best.â
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Hey, I just read your Levi alphabet headcanons and they were so good!! So in relationship to that I was wondering if you could write a sub! Levi fic with a humiliation kink. No pressure, and I love your writing :)
A/N: ah thank you so much! I'm really happy that you like my stuff!! ok sorry this has taken a while but I didn't want to mess this up, I've had so much fun writing this one and it turned out way longer than I expected :) hope you enjoy it!! sub levi is my fav so :P
warnings: nsfw content, d/s dynamic, dom reader, use of 'mistress' but aside from that reader's gender isn't specified, light bondage, crying, humiliation kink :)
You always seemed to know.
You could read him like an open book, and it surprised him every single time. You knew him better than anyone, sometimes better than himself. You could see straight through him, and there was no hiding from that.
Today was no different. It was written in his stiff demeanor, his unusually icy glare, the harsh bite of his words, everything about him expressing that he was on edge much more so than normal. Although he could always relax slightly more when it was just the two of you, today he hadn't yet dropped his cold facade for even a second.
Having had some free time for once in your busy life, you were sat in the armchair in the comfort of your bedroom, nestled in the corner with a book in your hands. Levi had unfortunately been called into a last-minute meeting, much to your dismay, so you waited patiently until he got back.
You heard the slam of the door shutting as he got in and looked up to see him enter, but it was a shock to see the scowl on his face. On any other day the smile you greeted him with would be reciprocated (even if it was only subtle), however that seemed beyond reach considering his bad mood. Your book was quickly discarded.
"Levi? What's wrong?"
Not bothering to look up at you as he roughly tugged his shoes off, he muttered, "Got given a fuck ton of paperwork to finish by the end of the week, plus I've got to watch over the shitty brats from the 104th tomorrow."
You gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry sweetheart. You still have today off though, don't you?"
"Yeah, but if I don't start this work now it won't get finished on time."
"You're going to overwork yourself. Take some time off."
He glared at you, anger smothering his features. "You think it's that easy? You think I don't want a day off? I've got shit to do, I can't just take breaks when I feel like it! Just fuck off and let me work!"
The second the words left his mouth and he saw the way you were looking at him, a wave of guilt washed over him.
"I...I..." He looked away. "Shit..."
Standing from the chair and walking in front of him, you gently took his hand, causing his eyes to flicker up and meet yours. "Levi, look at me. I understand that you're stressed, believe me, but I'm just wary of your wellbeing. You're human too, and even Humanity's Strongest needs a break sometimes." You pressed a finger to his lips when he went to protest. "Think about this logically. If you work non-stop, then you won't be able to concentrate as well, will you? Plus, if you fall behind a little with paperwork, I'm always here to help. I don't mind doing extra if it helps you out. Do you understand?"
"I... don't want to be a burden on you."
"You aren't burdening me if I'm offering."
He nodded, then looked down. "I didn't mean to yell at you." His voice grew smaller, a telltale sign he was nervous. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Levi. I know it wasn't intentional."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, though quickly suppressed it.
"What is it?" You had a vague idea, since the same thing happened quite a lot when he was pent-up, but you wanted to be sure.
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"I just thought..." His cheeks got warmer and he mumbled, "Maybe we could try that thing we talked about?"
You cupped his face in your hand. "Are you sure you're up for it at the minute?"
"I need to... I need you to help me let go... just for a bit..."
"Ok then, if you're certain." You kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go and fetch a couple of things, stay put."
Levi stood in the middle of your shared bedroom, hands fidgeting in anticipation as he waited for you to return. This was a jump from what your dynamic usually was, but he desperately wanted to try it and you had happily obliged.
You soon returned, locking the door behind you, holding a neat coil of rope and something else that Levi couldn't quite see.
"This is new for us, so I'm not going to go overboard right away. Is that ok?"
Levi took a deep breath. "Mhm..."
"Remind me what your safe words are."
"Amber to slow down, red to stop everything, and hum the melody if I can't speak."
You smiled. "Good boy."
Placing your equipment on the table beside you, you sat down in the armchair and watched him for a moment, still fidgeting and not quite sure what to do with himself.
"Strip," you commanded, lacing dominance into your tone.
Levi blushed and began taking his clothes off, laying each article on the bed until he was completely naked. He stood before you, feeling incredibly exposed and subtly trying to cover himself.
You shook your head in disapproval. "You know better than that. Hands behind your back."
He hesitantly complied, now unable to hide his rapidly growing arousal, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red.
"Kneel." You gestured to the space in front of you and he followed. "Tell me why we're doing this."
He swallowed nervously. "Because I was mean to you."
"That's right. You took your feelings out on me, so we're going to fix that, hm?"
He nodded.
"Use your words."
"Yes mistress..."
"Good boy." You leaned closer, picking up the thing that Levi hadn't yet seen. "Open your mouth."
He did as you asked and soon found out what the object was. You fastened the ball gag securely and looked down at Levi, smirking at the sight. His eyes were wide as he grew accustomed to the foreign feeling, but he couldn't conceal the interested twitch of his cock in response to it.
"You're so pretty like this. Stand up, turn around, and keep your hands behind your back."
Once again following your directions ever so obediently, you picked up the coil of rope and bound his wrists together, before trailing your fingers over his hips. Levi shivered in arousal and tried not to lean into the touch. You knew how sensitive he was, particularly around that area, so you continued to focus your attention to his hips and his inner thighs; all too soon he was tense and shaking, and the second you pulled away he whined from the loss of contact.
"Patience." You turned him around to face you and leant back in the chair, patting your thigh in invitation. "Come here." He stepped closer, unsure of how to proceed, so you gripped his hips and pulled him down to straddle your leg. He whimpered at the sudden pressure on his cock.
"Do you want to cum tonight, sweetheart?"
Levi nodded eagerly.
"After your behavior today, you're going to have to earn it."
Seeing Levi's curious expression, you stroked one finger up his length, making him buck forwards into your touch.
"You're going to get yourself off on my leg, and I'm going to watch, understood?"
He nodded again, whining as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"Good. Don't keep me waiting."
Levi wasted no time in grinding down against your thigh, immediately moaning around the gag at the feel of your rough denim jeans against his sensitive cock. It seemed that just having him in such a position was more than enough to get him worked up - your dynamic before had been rather gentle, with only a small power imbalance, so it was a sudden shift to now be in this position, with yourself fully clothed but with Levi naked, bound, and entirely at your disposal.
As you watched Levi rut desperately against you, you thought back to the moment he asked to try this. He told you that he wanted to be used, helpless, humiliated, although he had been rather shy about it to begin with. With the words almost failing to come out, he blushed deeply when you suggested trying it for the first time. You promised it would be a surprise, to keep him on edge with the anticipation and add to the experience when it finally happened, and you certainly hadn't disappointed him if his moans were any indication.
Every thrust of his hips teased him closer to the edge, and as much as you loved to touch Levi usually, this had to be something he did on his own. Knowing that this was all because of his own intense desire, that it wasn't you controlling his movements, that it was his decision to act like a bitch in heat, would only make his feelings of shame more pressing.
You never took your eyes off him for one second, content in the knowledge that it made him feel just that bit more vulnerable, until you glanced at the mirror mounted on the adjacent wall. Levi had clearly forgotten it was there in his pleasure-induced stupor, so you decided that it wouldn't hurt to remind him.
Gripping his chin carefully, you tilted his head to the side so he could see exactly what he looked like in that moment; the mirror was at the perfect angle to reflect every single thing he was doing, all his wanton desperation captured in that perfect image. Although he flushed red in humiliation, he couldn't bring himself to stop his actions, being forced to look himself in the eyes as he rode your leg, and he whimpered in embarrassment as he drooled around the ball gag.
"Look at you, Levi. You're pathetic, aren't you?"
His movements never faltered, but tears began to well up in his eyes as you kept him facing the mirror.
"Imagine if everyone else could see this, hm? Their mighty captain reduced to a needy little slut..."
He sobbed, droplets rolling down his face, and sped up, nearing his high.
"Do you need to cum, Levi?"
A frantic nod in response.
"Do you deserve it? Do you think you've earned it?"
More nodding.
"And you've learnt your lesson?"
A nod and a pitiful whine.
"Very good. Cum for me, Levi."
Tears streaming down his face, Levi moaned as he reached his peak and came with a sharp cry, the sensations all becoming too much for him to bear. He trembled as he came down again, panting and leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.
"You've done so well for me, sweetheart," You cooed, reaching behind him to unfasten the gag and untie the rope, putting them both back on the table and taking Levi's hands. He looked up at you and you wiped his tears. "How are you feeling?"
Still catching his breath, he nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. "It... it was really good."
"Not too much?" you questioned, stroking his hair.
"It was perfect... thank you mistress..."
"I'm glad. Now let's get cleaned up, then we can rest. Does that sound alright?"
"Mhm..." Levi smiled lazily and nuzzled against your neck. "As long as I'm with you."
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Distraction
Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V
Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.
Words:Â 3.1k
Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)
A/N: Please donât mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but canât. Also, for the sake of this fic, letâs just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!
V was pissed.
No, she was beyond pissed.
And when Vâs beyond pissed, sheâs sure to let the whole fucking world know.
âTone it down, princess,â Johnny cuts in once heâs heard enough of her long-winded rant.
V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.
âI warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.â
âThat son of a bitch promised me half the cut,â V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. âIâm gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.â
The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.
He canât help himself at times; he sure does love pushing Vâs buttons.
âYou done whining or what?â
Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesnât mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didnât work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. âYou better clean up all that ash on the floor when youâre done.â
âSince when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?â Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. âDonât waste your energy on Cruz. Heâll get whatâs coming to him.â
âDidnât know you believed in karma,â V adds, narrowing her eyes.
Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. âHon, thereâs a lot of things you still donât know about me.â
âYeah,â she agrees before brushing past Johnny. âIâm heading out.â
His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this âshithole of an apartmentâ for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. Heâs tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.
And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, sheâs grown fond of his presence.
Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â
âOut,â V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.
Itâs truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she canât read any of his.
He chuckles low. âGonâ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?â
âNo, Iâm going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.â
âWell, Iâm a little insulted,â Johnny snorts, feigning offense. âI thought you liked my company.â
âIâm tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.â
Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnnyâs deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. Itâs been a while since she has felt a touch that wasnât full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material itâs made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her bodyâ
It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.
And when Johnnyâs lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.
âShut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.â
Johnnyâs gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. âGod, I wish you came with an off-switch.â
âDonât pretend youâre not enjoying this little game weâve been playing.â
V doesnât respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods Vâs senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.
It would be a lie for V to say sheâs never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnnyâs charm and allows him to lay claim on her. Itâs always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thingâ
To fuck each otherâs brains out.
âStill tired of my company, V?â
âJust shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.â
The grin on his face hasnât disappeared. It only grows broader. âAsk, and you shall receive.â
Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.
They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of Vâs frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.
Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.
âYou like that, huh? Fuck, I canât wait to have you inside of me.â She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.
Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling Vâs shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.
âJ-Johnny,â V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesnât remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.
The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasnât done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. Heâs well-aware of how long sheâs gone without sex, and heâs now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.
Hastily, Johnny removes Vâs pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. âWow, youâre fucking drenched down there.â
âFuck,â she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.
âYou enjoying yourself there, baby?â Johnnyâs inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.
One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.
Johnnyâs cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle Vâs swollen bud, but he doesnât end there. She wants more, and heâs willing to give her just that.
More.
V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. Sheâs lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnnyâs tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.
âHoly shit, youâre a goddess,â he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.
Each rough stroke of Johnnyâs digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.
Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices heâs collected.
Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.
V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. âPerhaps the rumors are actually true.â
âWhich one?â Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.
V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.
âThat youâre the best pussy eater in town,â she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.
Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasnât shocked at all. Â
Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasnât lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.
It definitely did not disappoint.
âOh sweetheart, that was nothing,â Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. âThe main act is just beginning.â
She doesnât wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, Vâs lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.
âSo desperate for my cock, arenât you?â Johnny husks mockingly. âHow badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.â
A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that sheâs begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.
Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. Itâs good not to be in control for once.
âShit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,â V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnnyâs ego and finally show her mercy.
âWell, since you asked so nicelyâŠâ
Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces Vâs legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.
Those tears, however, werenât entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.
âFucking hell, V,â he groans as she clamps down on him. âYouâre so fucking tight. Damn, why didnât we do this sooner?â
âWe were too busy pretending to hate each other,â V replies, digging her nails into Johnnyâs back when he begins to move.
His thrusts are slow but roughâ as if heâs getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesnât last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. Heâs bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably wonât be able to tonight.
Not when heâs fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.
Johnnyâs brutal pace doesnât falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around Vâs delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesnât resist.
âThatâs it, baby,â Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. âYouâre making me feel so good. Iâve always known you were a dirty whore.â
Vâs gasping and thrashing, but she doesnât want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure heâs ruining her for others.
But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesnât know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.
âFuck, youâre such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. Youâve wanted this for a while, havenât you? You practically dream about me every night, and donât you deny it.â
She doesnât. Johnny was right, though it doesnât really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high sheâs been chasing once more. Johnnyâs shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.
âI-Iâm close,â V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. âShit, Johnny, Iâm gonna come soon.â
Johnnyâs hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. âYeah? Youâre gonna come? Donât worry, Iâm gonna make sure you come on my cock.â
Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into Vâs mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if heâs playing his guitar on stage.
The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, whoâs litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how heâs gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.
âYour cunt belongs to mine now,â Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and itâs becoming clear to V that heâs holding back just for her. âCome on, V. Let go, let go for me.â
Lust-blown eyes lock with Vâs own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnnyâs cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. Sheâs too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.
Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnnyâs, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.
âDonât stop, Johnny,â she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. âI want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. PleaseâŠâ
With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.
Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.
âHow about that for a fucking distraction?â He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. âDonât even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.â
V laughs at his jest. âIt was a great fuck, the best one Iâve ever had if Iâm honest. But Iâm still going after Cruz.â
Johnny hums in response, seeing Vâs weary eyes growing heavier. âFine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isnât a one-time thing.â
âFuck, I hope not. Youâre stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.â
âItâs a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.â
V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didnât get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.
And that piece of information was worth gold.
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for auld lang syne
âAnd then I woke up in the hospital alone, and I saw the doctor alone and took a taxi home alone. I went to physical therapy alone and saw my counsellor alone. Whatever you thought, Katsuki, whatever you believed made me spend six months staring at my phone and thinking Iâd ruined everything.â
Itâs time for your agencyâs extravagant New Yearsâ Eve party. But after a little sabbatical, there are some things youâre not ready to come back to.Â
characters: katsuki bakugou x f!reader
wc: 7.2k
warnings: smut (18+ please!) aged-up characters, pro hero!bakugou and pro hero!reader, mentions of injury, near-death experiences and gunshots, smoking, drinking, angst with a (filthy) happy ending, me being a whore for glamorous new yearsâ parties
notes: This fic has been dragging me across the coals since Christmas- I could not get it out of my head, despite how much work I knew it would be to get it out on time. Still, it feels supremely worth it. I have a metric ton of love to give to @hoe-dorokiâ for beta-ing this mammoth on such short notice (I dumped it in her lap at 4am) because she really helped me whip it into shape. As always. đÂ
Happy New Year, everyone.Â
(MASTERLIST)Â
âWonât be long now.â
Anxiety bleeds into the already-nervous voice of your driver, muffled by the plexiglass divider that separates you. Youâve been sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic for the past four red lights, barely inching toward the intersection with every green.
Youâre well past fashionably late at this point. Youâre sure that the commissioned driverâs fearing for his job at this point, knowing exactly how long ago you were supposed to have arrived at your own party.
But you couldnât care less. The longer it takes you to get there, the better. The vodka youâd downed neat, standing over the bar cart in your polished apartment, sours in the pit of your stomach. And the fact that your outfit barely allows a spare breath isnât exactly cooling your nerves, either.
Youâre draped over the door, resting one elbow on its edge to cushion your jaw as you lay your forehead against the chilly glass. Outside, the crowded traffic casts a golden warmth over the bluish urban night, betraying the slow swirl of fluffy snowflakes that drift lazily into the street.
Tonight has all the makings for an ideal, albeit bitterly cold, New Yearâs Eve. But if it were up to you, youâd be watching all the wonder unfold from the comfort of your own bed.
Youâve been away long enough, though, says your agent. Itâs time, says your manager. You stay away from the spotlight for too long and weâre going to forget about you, says the Internet.
The glittering gold fabric your stylist presented you with wouldâve swelled your heart on any other occasion. He knows your taste to the button. And after breaking into exhausted sobs at your first fitting together, youâd been able to tell him that the outfit was perfect.
At long last, the glossy windows of your agency loom outside. You push the backseat door open before your driver can even kill the engine, stepping out as gracefully as you can muster and pulling the folds of your designer coat demurely closed around your glamorous party clothes. Youâre greeted by swaths of flashbulbs and determined shouts of your hero name, and suddenly the practiced gracious smile that youâve always saved for the cameras is stretching your lips one more time.
You used to love something about this. But youâve almost never had to face it alone.
Inside, the partyâs taken off without you. Your coatâs taken before you can even see whoâs hands are slipping it deftly off your shoulders, but by the time youâre ushered into the elevator and sent all the way to the top floor, youâre already sweating with the anticipation of all thatâs waiting for you.
The doors open to a rush of guests, each noticing you simultaneously and pushing in to greet you.
Arriving late does absolutely nothing to dissolve the grandness of your entrance. Your attention is immediately pulled in a handful of different directions as celebrities and dignitaries and politicians shake your hands and congratulate you. People youâve never met are telling you how good it is to see you on your feet again and, despite the overwhelming distractions, you canât stop searching the crowd.
You donât want to let yourself search for somebody in particular, but you spot him long before your shame catches up with you.
Itâs not a glimpse of his mussed hair you catch, bobbing through the crowd. Nor is it a slip of the edge of his suit, the most devastating shade of midnight blue you could have possibly imagined.
Your eyes, like magnets, are drawn right to his crimson gaze. Lightning shoots through your chest, and you look away so fast you nearly pull a muscle in your neck. You cast your gaze immediately to the red-faced MP in front of you and let yourself stare. Still, from the corner of your eye, you can see the way he lingers, still facing you.
You havenât seen Katsuki in months. Luckily, your ability to multitask has not faded, and you make easy small talk with the mayor and his wife while you sense him, in all his midnight splendor, disappearing into the crowd again.
A close call. Too close, in fact, not to warrant a drink. You excuse yourself kindly from the mayorâs attention, cutting through the glamorous partygoers until you reach the bar at the center of the room. Itâs crowded, but you grab the bartenderâs attention quick enough and order the first of many glasses of Dom Perignon.
The agency knows how to spend, for a special occasion.
Itâs while youâre trapped at the bar, waiting for that imperative first drink, that he corners you. You spot him an instant too late, sidling between two dancing couples and crossing the short distance between you. Thereâs no way to skirt subtly away from him now. Instead, you lean more fervently across the bar and immerse yourself in an intense examination of the liquor, shelved decoratively behind the working bartenders.
He hesitatesâpossibly for the first time everâbut youâre determined not to watch as he searches for the right way to bridge the silence. You spot the way he stuffs his hands into his pockets, and when he finally speaks itâs low and sharp and bitter.
âThatâs a nice dress.â
He has to lean too close to make his voice heard, speaking low and gruff to you in a way he never used to. Youâre too anxious to care whether he sees the way you close your eyes to dull the fervent ache that flares in your chest.
Heâs not allowed to say things like that to you. Not now.
âListen.â He doesnât wait for you to answer, pushing ahead.
In the throes of closeness, itâs easy to pick up the tremor in his voice. That kind of shake used to scare you. Itâs the way heâs always spoken to you when heâs keeping his temper at bay in public.
Heâs opening his mouth to say something else, something deeper and far more expository perhaps, but your champagne arrives with no moment to spare. You pluck it eagerly from the bartenderâs fingers with an exceedingly gracious smile and turn quickly in the direction you swear Katsukiâs not blocking.
âWatch it.â He grabs your wrist to keep you from sloshing half your fresh champagne down your front. His touch sears hotter than youâd dreaded, and you canât stop yourself from flinching at the rough brush of his calloused fingers over your tender inner wrist.
Fuck.
âDonât run off,â he insists, squeezing your wrist just a little tighter. Your entire body is drawn tight like a bow, but youâre not actively searching for an escape route at this point. Sensing this, he slowly unwraps his fingers, dropping your hand and letting you down half your drink in a couple of parched gulps.
âYou lookâŠâ you start to say, letting your eyes wander his immaculate form one more time. Whoever cut that suit for him knew his shape well. It fits perfectly. Contrasts his golden hair like the night behind a harvest moon.
Absence has not culled your feelings for him. Especially not when he comes back to you like this.
You take another long, slow sip, ignoring the way Katsukiâs brows shoot toward his hairline when you nearly empty the glass. His gaze darts to the narrow flute in your hand, the prints of peachy lipstick that mar it.
With your heart beating a touch slower, you try again.
âYou look good.â Â
Katsuki rolls his eyes.
âI canâtââ he starts, shaking his head as his eyes swim the crowd. âIâm not doing this.â
âWhat?â Your stomach drops. When he looks at you again itâs dead straight, burgundy and blazing in that way that used to make you molten.
Now it makes you want to cut and run.
âIâm not gonna fuckinâ play nice, like this,â he pushes. He takes a step toward you, letting your nameâyour real nameâfall from his lips as tender and soft as a prayer. âExplain to me why my agent had to tell me you were gonna be here tonight.â
âKatsuki,â you plead quietly, backing away from him a touch. âI donât want toâI canât. Here. Please.â
For a million other people he might press on. He might get angry and demand an answer, threaten anything it takes to solve the puzzles in his brain. For you, his strong jaw ticks and he shoves clenched fists back into his ironed pockets.
âLetâs just,â you begin, âmake it through to midnight, okay?â
âFine,â he bites, but he doesnât like folding to you. He gets you back by clearing his throat and extending you a palm, drawing the attention of the people around you. They turn, charmed by the agencyâs finest reappearing as the duo theyâve always adored.
Thereâs a glint of something in his eyes as he gives his chin a little jut toward the dance floor.
âDance with me, then.â
Youâve been to hundreds of opulent agency spectacles together. Charity benefits, galas, holiday parties and the like have always been studded by your presence. But no matter how many times youâve entered the party together, you never managed to get him onto the dance floor. Despite your whining and pleading and fussing, heâs never ever let you drag him out there.
So this feels like a particularly low blow. But the orchestraâs struck up a dreamy rendition of The Way You Look Tonight and there are too many people watching for you to turn him down.
Instead, you down the rest of your champagne, set it on the bar behind you, and slip your hand defiantly into his.
âFine.â
His fingers close gently around your palm and he gives it a lingering squeeze that turns your blood to venom.
Youâre already racing through a complex plan to survive this attention as he walks you onto the dance floor. Some of the other couples pause in their swaying to send a smattering of applause over the crowd. You can feel the winning smile tugging at your mouth, forcing you to swallow the panicked ache in your chest. Â
Katsuki pauses at the center of the dance floor and pulls you slowly closer. The low dip of your gown places his warm hand on bare skin when he settles it in the small of your back, and youâre sure he doesnât miss the sharp little suck of breath that youâre not prepared to hide.
He does not try to speak, so youâre silent as you settle a shaky hand on the shoulder of his perfect suit. Heâs as perfect a dancer as youâve always known heâd be, and he leads you into a smooth little sway thatâs easy enough to navigate in your precarious gold heels but sweeps you into the music like a scene from years gone by.
âHey,â he grunts a few bars in, ducking a little closer as his fingers press into the bare skin of your spine. He pulls you against him, forcing your tense body against his. The gentle dip of his hairstyle brushes your temple as he leans forward to murmur in your ear. âYouâre holding your breath.â
You deflate against him, letting your eyes fall shut. When you take your next careful inhale, your head is filled by the heady, smoky scent of him. Your heart pounds so forcefully itâs practically blinding you. But above all else you hate yourself for still feeling all of this, after so many months of promising to force it away.
Katsuki knows you well enough not to try and trap you in conversation in public. But he doesnât pull back any further, continuing to hold you flush against him, letting your soft cheek brush his with every couple of steps.
Despite your best efforts, youâre drowning in him: the strength of his touch, the fluidity in his movements. His thumb strokes the base of your spine with an easy rhythm that youâre trying hard not to notice. Itâs becoming too much. Heâs holding you closer than a colleague should, tucking his nose too attentively against the side of your head for a courtesy dance. Youâre overthinking too many of the signs. Youâre letting yourself believe what should have been thoroughly dashed to pieces so many months ago.
Itâs when tears well behind your glittery eyelids that you put a stop to it.
âKatsuki, Iââ You canât finish, pushing yourself sharply away from his chest. Whatever expression of dreamlike peace that had touched his eyes fades quickly as he sees the telltale wet sparkle in yours, and he reaches for you an instant too late.
He calls your name softly, fingertips brushing the edge of your upper arm. But your tears are spilling over and youâre backing away and you cannot be here anymore, not when people are starting to see.
âI canât do this,â you plead. âI canât preâIâm sorry.â
With a final shake of your head, you turn and hurry clumsily from the dance floor, pulling up the beaded skirt of your heavy gown and sweeping, as quickly as possible, to the glass doors shut tightly against the imposing snow on the terrace.
Itâs bitterly cold, nearly fifty storeys up, and the wind whips mercilessly past your bare arms with biting chill. You canât stay out here long, but it still feels better than the alternative.
With shaking fingers, you dip into the tiny bag youâve been wearing over one shoulder. Youâve stashed exactly one emergency cigarette in its silky depths. You havenât smoked in weeks, but something told you that tonight would beg one.
You have to back away from the railing to even light it in the wind, but youâre barely two puffs in before the door behind you opens carefully.
Itâs the last person in the world you hoped for. And the only one you can imagine finding you out here. Heâs got a glass of something neat in each handâamber in one, clear in the other. He spies the cigarette in your fingers and his soft, concerned expression melts into a scowl.
âYouâre still smoking?â
You take a defiant drag, blowing the smoke in his direction. The wind catches it, carrying it in a sharp curve back over your head. Katsuki licks his lower lip, but you can tell by the way his nose twitches that heâs trying not to chuckle.
You nod toward the whiskey in his right hand. âHow many of those have you had tonight?â
âNot enough,â he quips. He nods toward the cigarette. âPut it out.â
âYou donât get to order me around anymore.â
âI said put it out.â
Your livid soul wants to defy him. Youâre craving the conflict that inevitably comes when you both dig in your heels. But youâve got no energy left to fight, so you flick the smoke dejectedly onto the wet pavement and crush it under one delicate pump.
âBetter?â The attitude cuts cruelly through your voice. Katsuki just pushes the other glass into your hand and you know that itâs gin before you even have to smell it. You roll your eyes.
âThe healthier alternative,â you snarl, but heâs finished with your games.
âCome inside,â he prompts. âYouâre gonna lose your nose out here.â
âIâm not sure thatâs your problem any longer.â
âWhat the hellâs wrong with you? Why are you talking like that?â
âLike what? Katsuki, I wanna hear you say it.â
Heâs throwing back an irritated slug of his drink, but he bristles, gesturing wildly with the cup.
âLike weâre not gonna be partners anymore.â
His voice is punctuated by a horrible, involuntary sob that breaks from your lips. Heâs always been able to read you so well, picking up on things that youâre not even ready to acknowledge. But heâs right. That is how youâve been speaking, because you canât even imagine standing next to him in a photo right now, let alone letting him take your life into his hands. Â
Katsuki moves forward, shocked by your tears, but you hold your empty palm out straight and, like he would only for you, he relents.
âBecause I donât think we can be anymore.â
âShut up. Look at you. Youâre fine. You lookâŠâ his eyes cast briefly over your form, âfine.â
You clap a hand protectively to your abdomen, remembering the painful tug and knowing that heâs missing the point.
âThatâs not why,â you snap through your tears. âThatâs not evenâŠclose to why. Katsuki, donât be dense.â Your voice is breaking because youâre about to say it, the thing you couldnât even bring yourself to feel as you were zipped into your gown earlier tonight. And if youâre going to say it, thereâs no point in doing it with gusto.
Might as well go out like the whimpering fool you are.
âI canât do this anymore,â you whine, âbecause somehow, despite my best efforts, Katsuki, I fell fucking in love with you, so hard, and you knew I did, and so youâŠyou donât. You donât, and Iâve ruined everything, and thatâs fine, but Iââ
He pulls your name from the very depths of his chest. If you were expecting fire and brimstone, youâre met with an even more harrowing sightâsoft, somber, remorseful Katsuki, looking at you like heâd stop the world on its axis if it would make things better.
The memories are too easy to reconjure, and the sunshine of that sticky summer afternoon that changed everything lights up behind his gaze.
There was a crime syndicate youâd been uprooting for months. An underground hideout tucked well away from the prying eyes of hero society. A stray spray of bulletsâbullets, of all things, finding the gaps in your shattered armour and nearly taking you from him.
Youâd been sure. Both of you. There were too many shots. There was too much blood. The hideout was too well-hidden for anybody to find you in time. Your vision was bleeding out around the edges, and you saw Katsuki cry real tears for the first time.
In a slurred heap of breathless prose, youâd unloaded everything. The most important secret youâd ever kept from him came spilling from your blood-tinged lips.
You were glad to go, if it meant you never had to lose him. Glad to be the one to selfishly leave him behind. You were going to be okay if you never had to face a world without him in it. Becauseâand youâd choked this on a fresh wave of blood and ungraceful spittleâyouâd loved him as long as youâd ever known him.
Six days later, you woke up alone in the ICU. And that was the last youâd seen or heard or known of the man whoâd once promised to have your back, always.
Katsuki silently finishes his drink. His cheeks and nose have flushed deeply from the ruthless chill, and he turns to give the city one last glance before moving toward the door.
âCome inside,â he gruffs. Deep shivers have broken out along the column of your spine, but you wrap your frigid arms around yourself in protest.
âIâm not going back in there.â Not like this.
âIdiot,â he snaps softly. âLook at you. Youâre gonna die for real if you stay out here.â He tightens his jaw and slams the empty glass down on the windowsill. Then he looks at you with all the lights of the night blazing in his crimson stare.
âLet me take you somewhere quiet. No oneâs gonna see.â His chest rises and falls with a deep breath and he reaches carefully for your arm. âI promise.â
Even with a breaking heart, youâre a fucking sucker for him. Your voice is teary and pathetic but pinched by cold.
âFine.â
He slips an arm around your shouldersâmaking your chest lurchâand you duck back inside. Immediately he takes you to the wall, putting himself between you and the rest of the party. With the breadth of his chest he shields you from prying eyes that grow drunker by the minute.
You skirt the edge of the party, making it to the stairwell door on the opposite wall. Somebody by the bar looks up just in time to see Bakugou tugging fiercely down on the handle, but you slip onto the fluorescent-lit landing and the silver door falls shut behind you without consequence.
Youâre turning around to grab for the door that isnât closing fast enough as he slips through it, colliding gently with his chest. Bakugou grabs your wrists to stop you, and for an instant youâre nose-to-nose, smelling him and the whiskey on his breath and the faint odour of paint that never quite faded from the concrete walls.
If not for the tears leaving streaks in your makeup, you might let yourself believe heâs lingering in front of you on purpose.
You pull from his grip and turn back toward the stairs before either of you have the chance to imagine more.
Your office is at the end of the hall on the next floor down. Itâs a corner office studded with windows, far too lovely for someone who spends as much time in the field as you do. But youâd worked hard to make it a personable space, with plants and artwork and a couple of very comfortable guest chairs in emerald velvet.
Katsuki rolls his eyes every time he has to wave off the odour of your favourite scented candle, but youâve caught him admiring what youâve done with his office, too.
Now, the space is too tidy for either of your tastes, a little dusty from so many months of neglect. Youâve been out of commission for six months, and nursing a heartbreak far too immense to allow any casual visits to the agency.
He closes the door behind the both of you. Locks it, just in case. Youâre already pacing across the rug and perching on the edge of the desk, gratefully taking some of the weight off your aching feet.
He keeps his back to you for a long moment, fingers lingering on the brass doorknob. His shoulders bob with a deep, harrowing sigh.
âYou were dying.â
He turns around, and in the quiet dark of your office his eyes are lit up with a deeper fear than youâve ever seen in him. He comes toward you and sits in one of your squishy little chairs, steepling his fingers and settling his elbows on his knees.
âYou donâtââ he shakes his head and lowers it, pressing the heels of his hands to his forehead. âYou donât understand. You werenât making any sense.â
âI was,â you bite back, gripping at the edge of your desk. âI meant everything I said to you, Katsuki; I remember every word.â
He flinches. He looks so sorry itâs starting to genuinely scare you.
âAnd then I woke up in the hospital alone, and I saw the doctor alone and took a taxi home alone. I went to physical therapy alone and saw my counsellor alone. Whatever you thought, Katsuki, whatever you believed made me spend six months staring at my phone and thinking Iâd ruined everythingââ
âThatâs not it,â he demands, straightening. âYou didnât. I did.â He slapped a hand against his chest, the dull thud reverberating through your own heart.
âYou said those things and I didnât believe you. They couldnât have been true. Not when Iâd spent so much fucking time wishing they could be. I couldnât tell myself you felt that way about me. I couldnât hope. Not when Iâd come so fucking close to losing you so easily, Iââ
His voice breaks and he looks away, and you might be crazy but his chin gives a telltale little shake like heâs holding back tears.
âSo you thought it would be easier to what? Fucking ghost me like a bad Tinder date?â
That hurts more than it should. Youâve seen Bakugou at his very worst, bleeding and soot-streaked and showing you feelings he never means to. For a very brief period in your lives, you believed yourself to be special.
âDonât play the innocent,â he snarls. âYou never talked to me, either. I had to find out from my fucking manager that you were outta the hospital.â
âSo you never thought to drop by? Bring some fucking⊠flowers?â You can feel the venom filling your mouth and youâre not altogether certain youâre strong enough to swallow it this time.
âAnd tell you what? That I was in love with you and, maybe I heard you wrong, but you said something while you were dying in my fuckinâ arms and I was hoping for some goddamned clarification?â
âYes!â You sob, the word ripping itself from your chest and landing wet and heavy on the floor between you. âThat! Anything would have been better than radio fucking silence. Katsuki, I was sure you hated me.â
âWell I fucking love you, okay?â He rises from his chair, taking one step forward. It lands him almost right between your thighs and you hate how close he is, but you have no power to pull away. He cups your jaw in strong, gentle fingers, forcing your eyes to his.
âI fucked up,â he presses. He leans down and presses his forehead to yours and this time his proximity is on purpose. You drink it down in eager gulps.
âI missed you,â he murmurs. Despite your tears and the ache in your heart, you give a wet little laugh and nuzzle your nose against his.
âI missed you, too.â
He takes your hands and pulls them both to his chest. And for a long moment you just sit there, curled over one another in the dark and growing accustomed to the idea of being okay again.
âDid you justâŠâ you start after a long moment of silence. His eyelashes flutter against your cheek as he tucks his cheek against yours, but the grin that pulls your mouth is enough for him to stand back and look at you.
âDid you just admit to making a mistake?â
Youâre laughing at your own joke before Katsuki can even roll his eyes. But heâs scowling good-naturedly and tugging himself against you by the hips.
âCâmere, you brat.â
Heâs leaning in to close the distance between you when muffled chanting from upstairs makes you pause. You tilt an ear toward the window and light up, easily recognizing the five, four, three, two, one as the magnitude builds.
Bright flashes of gold and red light up the sky outside your window in a brilliant display. And all at once the lingering ache drains from your chest and you shoot Katsuki a fond little smile.
âI guess itâs midnight.â
âWe missed the fireworks,â he notes, nodding toward the window as he edges back toward you.
âNot really,â you confess, and the first real big smile breaks through the pain when he steps up between your knees again, nice and tight and deliberate.
He cups your jaw in one hand again, settling the other palm on your knee, where it peeks through the golden slip of your dress.
âHappy New Year,â you whisper, eyes falling shut. You hear the way he smiles, that bare little chuckle that used to make your heart light up like stars.
He leans in and kisses you without another word. Itâs soft but firm and so loving, so much better than any brush of the hand or lingering glance. Better, even, than the way he danced you into a stupor upstairs. This is yours and nobody elseâs.
And youâre not letting him go anytime soon.
You let the kiss deepen as naturally as you can, dropping your jaw and letting the bare press of his tongue roll against your teeth. You reach up and grab his jacket by its lapels, hitching him even closer as the fireworks die out behind you.
Heâs not backing down, either. Katsuki draws his hands from your body to unbutton his jacket, shrugging it away easily without breaking the kiss. Heâs pressing his mouth to yours in long, lingering spells, tasting you eagerly while his hands have to stay busy. But as soon as he can heâs touching you again, teasing his fingers under the slit of your dress and brushing them over your bare thighs.
âKatsukiâŠâ you whine into his mouth, turning your head to gasp and fill your empty lungs. He finds the next bare patch of skin, kissing down the side of your jaw. He finds your earring where it lays against your tender neck, sucking the crystal into his mouth and giving it a gentle tug.
âFuck,â you gasp, and he grins into your skin.
âDonât tell me youâve had enough already.â
âNot a chance,â you growl. There are millions of questions flooding your subconscious. But years of tension and desire spiral more fiercely between you. Itâs energy that demands release. And you donât want to wait another second.
âGod,â he groans hard, collapsing gently into you. As he presses forward against you, the twitching swell of his erection pushes into your bare thigh. You slide your palms down the meat of his chest and find his mouth again, kissing him with searing intent.
âLook at you,â he rasps into your mouth, gripping hard at the weighty skirt of your beaded gown. âYouâre a goddamned vision in this, you know that?â
You pull back to look at him, raw sexual energy briefly dispersed by his tender confession. For a long moment you sit there, panting at each other, remembering how much this is about to mean.
Fuck it. If heâs in, so are you.
âHelp me get it off.â
You slide to your feet, pushing him back a couple of steps to accommodate you. As soon as you turn around heâs sliding a palm up your side, thumbing at the fabric to find its zipper.
âGod damn,â he growls, leaning in to kiss a path down the column of your spine. He drops to one knee as he works the zipper down the back of the dressâsitting low, thanks to its open backâletting his mouth trail all the way to the waistband of your underwear. All the while, you brace a palm on the edge of your desk, trying your best not to implode.
This is more attention than you ever could have prayed for.
He peels the thin straps down your arms and shoves the whole mess to your feet. Youâre bending down to unbuckle the straps on your heels, but he stops you with a hand on the back of your thigh.
âLeave âem on.â
His voice sends a sharp pang of arousal through your entire body. When he stands, trailing his fingers all the way up the back of your naked thigh and over the swell of your ass, the arousal disperses into a dull ache that settles in the pit of your stomach and throbs incessantly.
He digs his fingers into the flesh of your hip and turns you to face him. Your nipples are already peaking in the chill of your office, and he sucks a deep breath through his teeth as he slides his palms up your tummy.
Thereâs puckered scar tissue and new ridges on your abdomen, but thereâs no pain when he traces brushes over them.
He pauses, looking down with dull shock tugging his brow. Youâre holding your breath again, watching him circle the roughest part of your new scars with one tender thumb.
âItâs okay,â you plead, cupping his cheeks and forcing his eyes back to yours. Thereâs pain littering his gaze that youâre determined to dissolve, and you lean in to kiss him until heâs groaning into your mouth and drawing his hands toward your chest.
âGod,â you breathe, goosebumps betraying you as they race beneath his fingers. Katsuki watches your face as he dips his head, pushing your breasts together and laying kisses between them.
âPlease,â you whimper, reaching forward and settling a hand over the front of his pants. You palm the shape of his cock through the pressed wool and he flinches, biting gently into your tender flesh.
âKatsuki,â you pant, squeezing and rubbing the hard swell in a gentle, heady rhythm as you set your ass on the edge of your desk again. âI need you.â
âJesus,â he curses, dropping his hands and reaching desperately for his tie. âYouâre gonna fuckinâ kill me before I even get my cock out, sweetness.â
Itâs the dirtiest thing heâs ever said to you. And it shows. Youâre a shivering, lustblown mess already, but the petname that falls from his lips is enough to make you whimper.
He shrugs out of his shirt and pushes you further onto the desk, dropping to his knees in front of you and pushing your thighs apart with strong fingers.
âAlways kinda wanted to do this in here,â he confesses with that cocky smirk thatâs always made a hummingbird out of your heart.
But Katsuki doesnât give you too much time to swoon over his pretty words, kissing a path up the inside of one plush thigh and nipping at your sensitive flesh. He helps you brace your heels against the rug and lift your hips, peeling your underwear off and rucking it down your knees. Thereâs something very naughty about the way it feels to settle your bare ass on your polished desk.
But thereâs something even naughtier about the way it feels to have Katsuki on his knees in front of you.
He pushes your thighs apart again, harsher this time, and settles your knees over his shoulders. Youâd like to ride the wave of self-consciousness that threatens to crest when his breath ghosts over the folds of your heated sex.
He pushes higher for a moment, taking your sides in his hands and drawing lovely little kisses down the rough length of your scar. You push self-consciously at his head, making him pull pack and settle a hand over the flesh instead. He tilts his chin up, shooting you a look so filled with guilt and sorrow it nearly shatters the moment.
He wasnât there for the pain. And as he kisses back down to your hips and thighs, you let yourself hope that this will be enough to make up for it on both sides.
But then he leans in and licks a long stripe up your cunt and the groan that echoes from his chest makes it hard to do anything but cum on the spot.
âFuck,â you sigh wantonly, letting your head fall back as you brace your palms on the wood behind you. Your fingertips dig into the surface and he settles into an easy rhythm, slipping his arms under your thighs and tugging you tight to his face.
Heâs not shy with his voice, either, grunting and sighing into your pussy with every stroke of his tongue. The noises double your pleasure almost immediately, coupled with the obscene slurps that vibrate all the way up your spine.
It doesnât take long at all for him to find that tender little spot, the perfect direction from which to swirl his tongue against your clit. Itâs obvious in the way your legs go tight around the sides of his head, the way you shiver and cry and clap a hand to the back of his head.
He grunts hard into your body when your fingers rake through his hair, harder still when your tense thighs press the narrow points of your heels into the flesh of his back.
âKatsu,â you whimper, already fucked out and tender like youâve never been for him, âIâm gonna cum. Fucking shit, I-Iâm gonnaâŠâ
He takes your warning like a hit, leaning more fiercely into you, keeping his rhythm with intense precision. Later, youâll try not to think about why heâs so good at this. But right now, all you can think about is the way your pleasure rears up and crashes over you, sending loud gasps and breathy mewls of ecstasy from your chest as you squeeze his head and pull his hair and roll your hips shakily into his persistent mouth.
âJesus Christ,â he snarls, sitting back on his haunches and swiping a palm over his flushed lips. He looks up at you, rubbing your thigh with one free hand as you come down panting from your ecstatic high. Between his legs, his cock juts obscenely down one thigh of his suit pants, and he palms himself shamelessly as he gets to his feet, taking in every inch of your pleasure-soaked self.
âYouâre gonna make me cream my fuckinâ pants someday,â he chides, fumbling with his belt and impatiently shucking his pants. His undershorts follow closely, and youâre barely on your feet again before he takes you by the shoulders and turns your back to him.
âCâmere.â He slides a hand under one of your thighs, hitching it gently onto the edge of your desk and coming up tightly behind you. The brush of his knuckle against your ass proves that heâs stroking himself, and the tip of his stiff cock leaves a little print of wet precum on the back of your leg.
âPlease,â you moan, still hazy and shaken from your first orgasm. Still endlessly needy, though, when Katsukiâs involved. âGod, baby, just fuck me already.â
âFuckinâ hell, you canât say shit like that,â he groans, twitching behind you. âItâs like you donât know how fuckinâ sexy you are.â
He braces a hand on your bare hip and then you feel it, the tip of his drooling cock pressing up between your slippery folds. Itâs enough to make you whine and arch your back, wiggling your hips impatiently against his.
Itâs enough to make Katsuki lose it.
âShit,â he growls, gripping the fat of your hip and pushing forward, sliding home with one smooth thrust. He bottoms out inside you right away, buried perfectly in your belly and making you feel every inch.
âBabyââ you start to breathe, but he doesnât waste time. Katsuki reaches around and lays his palm flat on your sternum, pulling you back against him. He keeps his other hand braced on your hip for leverage, dropping his mouth to the crook of your shoulder while he starts to thrust.
All you can do is keep your knee planted on the edge of your desk and try not to scream as he fucks you in steady, long thrusts, lapping and sucking all along the side of your neck while his hand roams over your chest and thumbs your nipple. Whatever hairstyle youâd left the house with has come long undone by now and youâre sure that if your makeup wasnât smudged before, itâs certainly not going to survive the drool and sweat and heat that heâs forcing through you with every push of his hips.
The slap of his body against yours fills the space, punctuated only by your harsh pants and quiet whines of pleasure. Katsukiâs fingers dig harshly into your hip, gripping you tighter each time he anchors himself back into your fluttering cunt. Your walls are clamping ruthlessly around him, but he doesnât miss a beat, slipping that free palm away from your nipples and down your belly to strum rhythmically at the swell of your stiff clit.
âI love you,â he grunts breathlessly behind you, and the raw truth behind it brings a rush of warmth to your chest you canât ignore. You turn your head sharply towards him, pushing your forehead to his and feeling every beat as his breathing becomes laboured.
His bodyâs growing tight behind yours, his thrusts losing some of their impeccable rhythm as his brow knits against yours. Heâs concentrating hardâholding back, you realizeâand you reach down to cover his hand that braces your hip, giving it a relenting squeeze.
âBaby,â you plead. âLet go for me, baby, I can feel it.â
âGod,â he mutters. âNoâfuck, gonna make youâwith me, sweetness.â Your body is clenching in preparation for your own climax already, and the fact that he can even pick up on it shouldnât surprise you.
âIâm there,â you promise. âIâm there, Katsuki, fuck, just cum for me. Please.â
His arms tighten around you, seizing you hard against his heaving chest. You lean forward and seal your mouth against his, kissing him as he loses control and cums with a shout that echoes at the back of your throat.
He grabs your ass in one hand and fucks madly into you, spurting warm handfuls of cum into your belly and biting down hard on your lower lip. The erratic twitch of his fingers on your still-aching clit and the warm release inside you is enough to bring you to another tight, simpering little peakânot as powerful as the first one, but just as significant.
He stays behind you for a long moment, pinning you to the desk while he goes soft inside you. Finally he peppers kisses down the back of one shoulder and steps away from you, already smoothing his hair and taking in the image of you, in nothing but your heels, dripping with his cum.
The first of many, you let yourself hope, as you turn to carefully face him.
âI guess we missed the countdown,â you quip, reaching for your discarded panties. Navigating the strappy thing seems a great deal more complicated now that itâs not Katsuki tearing them off you.
He smirks at you in a way that does not make it easier to concentrate on the task at hand. Especially since heâs watching you struggle, easily buttoning himself into his now-creased shirt.
âI didnât miss a thing.â Â
Heâs already half-clothed by the time you get your underwear on again, stooping to collect your delicate dress from the floor and thumbing the sequins that pepper its surface. His smirk has dissolved into another pensive look as he examines the cloth.
âIf Iâd known,â he tells you, pressing the scratchy fabric into your hands, âI never wouldâveââ
You lean up and push your mouth to his, soft and loving and just enough to silence him.
âI know.â
Once Katsukiâs got the rest of his clothes on, he helps you carefully into your dress and gets behind you one more time to help you zip it. He canât stop kissing you even for a minute, peppering his lips over your back, neck, arms. He turns you around and takes your hands, kissing the backs of each palm with devotion that, if you stop and think about it, youâve seen in his eyes a thousand times before.
âYouâll make it up to me,â you promise good naturedly, letting him slide his arms around your waist. He looks at you again, diligent and honest.
âI will.â
âGood.â
You slide your hands up his sleeves of heart-stealing midnight blue, smiling so big it ought to hurt. You tilt your head toward the door, giving your chin a little jerk as you squeeze his biceps through the pressed wool.
âFor a start,â you say, daring to lean a little closer while heâs still feeling tender, âhow about another dance?â
#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bnha x reader#bakugo katsuki#bakugo#my hero academia#bakugou#bnha#bnha bakugou#bnha bakugo#it's new years eeeeeeve and i am not#spending it with him#sigh#;.;
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Love Language
At the time they'd made it the language had felt like no one would ever be able to understand it.
They were only 9 and JJ had been granted permission to stay at her house, her parents used to be around a lot, although they weren't anymore, and they'd always welcomed her blonde best friend leading to his near constant presence at their home.
It was late for two kids, maybe 10 pm, and they'd been wrapped in blankets in her box sized room that felt so much bigger when they were young.
They always got each other in a way no one else understood for reasons way more complex than a secret language they would use to write each other messages, but at 9, all they needed to know was that the language was another thing that tied them together.
It was simple: to spell a word you combine the first letters of the other words.
So to write Hello  you would write Hungry Elephants Love Lollipops Okay
It had stuck a lot at first, they used it everyday and it drove Pope and John B insane, but as they got older it died out.
It was used a few times at 12 when they had an annoying teacher who made students read notes out if they were caught passing them, to everyone else it sounded like gibberish.
It was used once at 15, the world help spelled out when an older Kook boy wouldn't leave her alone and she knew he was reading her phone screen over her shoulder, not wanting to trigger him.
Now, at 17, she had laughed out loud when she'd unfolded the note tucked into her locker.
In JJ's scrawl that only she could read with ease.
 Ukraine
Rollercoaster
Penguin Ranch Eyelash Tractor Tangerine Yoghurt
You are pretty. She blushed a little, looking around for any sign of the familiar blonde boy but he was nowhere to be seen, she tucked the note into her bag, hating the way he made her heart race, before shoving the books she didn't need over the weekend into her locker and walking down the corridor and out of the front doors.
When she arrived at the twinkie her friends were already there "Took your time," John B smirks from his open window, occupying the front seat
"She was probably busy flirting with Mack," Sarah teases from the passenger side
"For the last time Sarah, he just needed tutoring in bio,"
"You are shit at bio," Sarah smirks even wider
"Better than you sweetheart," The girl grins, climbing into the back and diving out of Sarah's reach as she moves to try and flick her. Both girls laughing loudly
"I'll get the door then," Pope chides
"Thanks P, i can't get too close  or Sarah will attack me," She grins, Pope rolls his eyes but sends her a grin as he leans forwards to pull the door to the twinkie closed.
She moves through the seats to her usual space, she always sat next to JJ, no matter what. They could be drinking at the chateau, relaxing at the beach, adventuring on the boat. No matter what they were next to each other. It wasn't uncommon when one of them was feeling tired, or clingy, or touch starved for her to end up in his lap, his arms wrapped around her stomach and his chin on her shoulder.
She leans up pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, it wasn't uncommon in their friendship, often used as a greeting, a thanks or even just out of the blue, and so the other's don't think anything of it even though JJ feels himself melting into a puddle. What is a little different though is the way she grabs his hand giving it a tight squeeze before pulling her own away and settling down in her seat as John B starts up the van. He knows what it is. It's a silent thanks for the note, not wanting to say anything in front of their friends but it was a sign she got it and she was grateful for it.
He wraps his arm around her shoulder, his touch gentle but Pope gives him a knowing look, the touch is supposed to claim her. She either doesn't notice or  doesn't seem to mind though, instead leaning into his now open side as she chats happily with Kie.
**
It's monday morning and JJ is in first period history. He fucking hates history, yet, it had become his favourite subject simply because it was the only one all 6 pogues shared. He opens his school bag with sigh, placing the textbook on his desk and starting to fish around the bottom of the bag for a loose pen.
Pope turns around from the seat in front of him, placing a pen on his desk with a knowing smile. JJ drops his bag to the floor, opening the text book only for a note to fall out.
Her neat writing fills the page and the smile on his face is immediate.
Umbrella
Rocket
Happy Ant Neck Drop Surf Olive Mars Egg
JJ tries to ignore the feeling of a red hot blush creeping up his neck as he turns to look at the next desk along, she's already looking at him with a smirk shooting him a week before turning to face the front, god if JJ can't feel himself falling.
**
It continues for weeks.
Tucked into the wind screen wiper of her old shitty truck.
Taped to the sandwiches she would bring him to lunch.
On her pillow when she went to bed one night.
Stuffed into the pocket of the hoodie she borrowed.
Her school bag.
The bathroom mirror at the chateau.
They both started to home a large collection of notes. Her's placed neatly in a drawer in her bedroom. His tucked in a box under the floor board that lifts up in the room he claims as his at the chateau.
**
"What you writing?" John B questions as he steps onto the porch
"Just a note for y/n,"
"You guys have been passing a lot of secret notes recently," John B comments, JJ shrugs placing the pen down "It's sweet,"
"What d'ya mean by that?" JJ questions, John raises his eyebrows giving JJ a knowing look before having a realisation.
"You still haven't told her you're head over heels in love with her?"
"No," JJ admits, he was way past his days of fighting back when his friends accused him of being in love with her. "I don't know how to. You know me, I never say things right and I just- I really don't want to fuck this up. Only got one shot at it,"
"So write it," John B shrugs like it's obvious
"I can't,"
"You can,"
"What if she doesn't feel the same?"
"JJ, you're the most annoying person I know and she puts up with you all the time and has done since you were 2 . She feels the same,"
**
She's only wearing a bikini and a tshirt that belongs to JJ when she exits her house on Saturday morning. Her plans to meet at the Chateau go surfing with Kie already made, she grabs her board and at first she doesn't even notice it, attached to the cool box full of water and fruit she'd loaded up the night before is a note.
Ice
Art Magic
Igloo Note
London Orange Venus Elephant
Wine Ill Tiger Hungry
Yam One Under
It takes less than a minute for her to decipher the note, abandoning her surf board and the cooler in favour of sprinting to the Cheateau.
JJ is seemingly waiting for her when she arrives, he's pacing in front of the house, going still the second he sees her.
"Are you kidding?" She questions, he's stares, eyes wide not quite able to process why she looks so hopeful. "Because JJ, if this is some fucked up joke I will literally never speak to you again,"
"It's not a joke," He assures
"It's not?" She questions, it's het turn to still, having expected to arrive for him to laugh and ruffle her hair like he was her brother.
"No. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we were 12 and you stole my cap and started wearing it everyday,"
"We were 14 and you snuck into my room because my parents were fighting and you read harry potter to me cause you knew my parents used to," She states
He nods, now it was all out there in the open neither of them quite knew what to do.
"For fucks sake kiss already!" Pope shouts, they turn seeing all the pogues watching them from the porch.
JJ looks at her, an unspoken question in his eyes. "Just promise me if this all goes tits up we will be friends, cause I can't loose you maybank,"
He holds his pinky out, smiling as she loops her with his and squeezes slightly. He pulls her into his chest with their pinkies. Lips crashing onto hers, spare holding her closer to him by the small of her back. Her empty hand moving to play with the blonde curls she's wanted to run her fingers through a thousand times. Their pinkies stay linked by their side, his thumb stroking at her hands lightly.
Yeah, she'd be keeping the note he left in there little love language.
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Meet Cute (Tendou x F!Reader)
Title: Meet Cute
Pairing: Tendou x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Status: Complete
Word Count: 2.1k
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"I can do this..." You mumble to yourself, eyes focused on the single page menu in your hands. The words scrawled across the page wanted to seem familiar but only a couple managed to find their meaning while the rest just sat there taunting you. Maybe choosing to eat out was a bad idea. It had been only a couple of weeks since you'd uprooted your whole life and moved to beautiful Paris. Sure, your apartment wasn't the prettiest or the biggest and yea maybe not actually speaking a word of French prior to moving wasn't the brightest idea but you couldn't say you regretted the decision. Not yet anyway. A kind looking waitress approached your table, pen poised to take your order as she spoke to you. Her words came quick and left you staring up at her with an awkward smile while she stared at you, expectantly at first and then confused when you said nothing.
"Oh... uh... un moment..." Is all you finally manage to stammer out in your very limited French. She sighs a bit but nods and disappears back inside, leaving you to stare a bit longer at the menu as you worry your lip between your teeth. With a sigh you place the menu flat on the table. Resting your chin in your palm as you stare out at the bustling street before you. People wandered by, laughing with friends, arms full of shopping or flowers, hands intertwined as soft words passed between them. It seemed familiar in a way, watching others pass by on their way to or from some place. Yet, that familiarity only seemed to make you feel all the more alienated, amplifying that feeling of loneliness that was starting to creep up on you. You let out a soft hum of acknowledgement, your train of thought derailing immediately after as you realize someone was talking to you and you'd absentmindedly acknowledged them.
"Ah, sorry!" You sit up, turning your attention towards the source. An amused smile greets you as a pair of sharp red eyes catch your own. For a moment you sit stunned, mind stuck on one word: pretty. A short chuckle brings you back and you clear your throat as you try to think of something, anything to say to this stranger. "Uhm... Ah... P-pardonner monsieur." You offer up a stammered apology, though you aren't sure if you are sorry for not hearing what he said or for deciding to grace this café and the city with your inadequate French. Both maybe?
He laughs and shakes his head before pointing to the seat across from you as if to ask permission. You nod, offering him a somewhat nervous smile as you watch him take a seat. He was tall and thin with the prettiest red hair you had ever seen. He squints his eyes at you a moment before plucking the menu from the table and reading it over. With nothing else to occupy your attention, you watched him, curious why he had decided to approach a complete stranger.
"Hmm, do you like sweet stuff?" He questioned, eyes peering at you from atop the menu, not a hint of French accent in a single syllable.
You smile and nod, humming in affirmation before your eyes widen. "Wait... You speak... You're not..." A sigh of relief passes your lips as you relax in your chair, grateful to not have to stammer and stutter through the minimal French you'd managed to remember. The red headed man snickered at your obvious relief, hiding his smirk behind the menu.
"Geez, you poor thing. I admire your courage."
"Courage?"
"Yea. I didn't try my hand at dining out for like the first 2 or 3 months." He lowered the menu, his smirk now visible to you as he placed the menu back down on the table.
"Oh, heh, yea probably not the smartest move. It just smelled really good and my stomach overruled my brain."
He nodded, almost as if to say he understood the feeling before glancing back up at you. "I know we just met and all but do you trust me?" He taps the menu as he asks, indicating the reason behind his question.
"I might be inclined to trust you a little more if I knew your name..." You chuckle, watching his eyes widen in the realization that not a single word of introduction had passed between you. The smirk that had been on his lips is replaced by a sweet smile, his squinted red eyes soften as his whole express shifts from that slightly mischievous one he'd been wearing to a rather warm one.
"Ah, yea. It's Tendou, Tendou Satori."
Several minutes later, introductions now over and your order placed by the very gracious man before you, you two sat chatting back and forth. Both curious what had brought each of you to Paris, almost equally as unprepared. You found out Tendou was attending school to get his associates degree in bakery and pastry arts with the intent on training to become a chocolatier after. You stared at him, eyes wide with excitement as he spoke very animatedly about his latest project.
"But yea, not super exciting or anything." His own excitement dwindled a bit, nervousness settling in as he realized he'd been prattling on about himself for the last ten minutes.
"That sounds incredible!" You finally say. It had been so fun watching and hearing him talk about something he clearly loved.
"What about you?"
"Me? Ah..." The main reason you'd come to Paris was school. Well that's what you told people when asked and it was true. Though you couldn't deny to yourself the underlying reason for moving halfway across the word was to get away from your family. They had wanted you to stay local, go to college and work at your uncles company when you graduated. What a nicely planned future, all neat and packaged with a bow. It wasn't what you wanted though and you expressed that on many occasions. In the end you decided that if you were going to go to school for what you wanted you might as well do it as far away as possible while you were at it. Not wanting to unpack any of that though you gave him a very watered down version of why you'd come to Paris.
Tendou could tell as you spoke that something was missing from your story. Maybe it was the way your eyes shifted around as you spoke, or the stiff smile on your lips, but it was clear to him you maybe weren't telling the whole truth. Though considering he was more or less a perfect stranger, he couldn't fault you for that. Just as you were wrapping up your food arrived so any further talk regarding your coming to Paris halted in favor of eating whatever deliciousness Tendou had kindly ordered.
"Ah, that was so good." You breath out happily, leaning back in your chair in an effort to alleviate the fullness in your stomach. Tendou gave you a wide grin as he set his empty cup down. "I did a pretty good job guessing at what you'd like then?"
"Mhm!" You agree enthusiastically. "God knows what I would have ordered if not for you. So.. uh..." You sit up a bit, fixing your eyes on him as your smile softens. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."
He shakes his head, waving off your gratitude. "Nah don't worry about it." The waitress comes back around and leaves the bill, just the one, but before you can even think about how to fix this, Tendou has paid for the both of you.
"Oh no you don't have.. "
"Consider it a welcome to Paris gift." He stands and smiles down at you before slowly turning, a bit of reluctance in his step.
This was not how you had anticipated your lunch going. If anything you thought you might order something, hopefully delicious but at the very least edible, in your awful broken French and then go home. You couldn't fathom you'd end up meeting someone so kind and generous, who you maybe also thought happened to be the most beautiful person you'd ever seen. Yet you had, and now you were sat in your chair like a complete idiot watching his back grow smaller and smaller, he'd be lost in the crowd by now if not for his lovely hair.
"What am I doing?!" You harshly mutter to yourself as you stand, grabbing up your jacket and bag before breaking out into a run.
Tendou chewed on his lip as his feet carried him away from the small café. It wasn't like it was totally unusual for him to talk to strangers but he'd never just invited himself to eat with a complete stranger, pay for their meal and then leave. Yet here he was, having done all that, though the latter was being done rather reluctantly. Part of him wanted to turn around and go back to you. You'd only spent the better part of an hour together but he was curious about you. There was something that had drawn him towards you. At first he thought he'd gone to you out of the desire to help, and that was part of it to be sure, but maybe there was more to it. Sure your wobbly French had drawn him over but that wasn't why he stayed. Was it the way you had smiled up at him? Or was it the way you sat and listened to him ramble on with actual interest? Perhaps it was the gentle look on your face when he'd caught you staring off into space. Whatever it was, it had his already slow pace halting.
"Tendou!" His eyes widen at the shout of his name, turning to see you waving at him as you run, reaching him a moment later half out of breath.
"Miss me already?" He jokes, watching as you lean down, bracing your hands against your thighs while you attempt to catch your breath. He isn't kept waiting long as you stand upright, a nervous chuckle finally coming out in response to his initial reply.
"Kinda, yea."
"I-- uh... What?" Tendou falters as he tries to process what you just said, not trusting his ears.
"I know we really don't know each other but it seems like such a shame to just... ignore this."
"Ignore what?" He asks, genuinely confused.
"This!" You state as you frantically motion between the two of you. "I mean what're the odds we'd even meet. Besides, I don't know about you but I don't really know anyone around here and it'd be really nice to change that..." You end with a shrug, starting to second guess this whole endeavour as you watch Tendou stare down at you. His dark red eyes were wide at first, surprised that you had even bothered to run after him but even more so that you wanted to be...well friends or at the very least friendly. His look of surprise softened a moment, a smile on his lips before he narrowed his eyes at you, a glint of mischief in them.
"Sounds pretty suspicious to me but I suppose I can show you around or whatever." His smile widens, almost curling at the ends. "But it'll cost ya."
"C-cost me?" Oh no, maybe this was a bad idea. Perfect stranger remember?! "W-what?"
"Whoa now." He chuckles, holding his hands up in as if the action would ward off whatever dubious thoughts were drifting through your mind. "Just your number... It'd be pretty hard to show you around if I can't get a hold of ya."
"Oh... OH, yea right." You nod, cheeks tinged pink from embarrassment. You pull out your phone and enter his details, not really sparing him a glance, too mortified by the assumptions that had sprung to mind.
"I'll text you so you have my number too." You mumble as you type a short message and hit send. A moment later you hear a ding and Tendou pulls out his phone.
"Ah, is that the time?!" He practically yells as the screen lights up, his carefree smile replaced with panic. "Shit, I gotta go!" He offers you an apologetic smile before hurrying away, leaving you a little startled by his sudden departure but overall happy with the outcome. Your grin down at your phone only to see it light up as it buzzes in your hand.
(02:37pm) Y/N: Hey it's Y/N :)
(02:41pm) Tendou: You Free tomorrow?
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Your Trace, My Treasure
Summary: Marc and Nathaniel write and draw, respectively, on each others' notebooks because it's DEFINITELY a couple thing to do.
Word Count: 2105 AO3 link
Relationship/s: Nathaniel Kurtzberg/Marc Anciel Category: M/M Characters: Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Marc Anciel, Alix Kubdel (mentioned), Marinette Dupain-Cheng (mentioned), Juleka Couffaine (mentioned), Rose Lavillant (mentioned), Alya Cesaire (mentioned) Language used: English Author's Note: The creators of MLB really need to give the side characters screen time. The love square isn't the only romantic set of ships in the show and there are much more cute ships to write about. And so in my first time of writing a Miraculous Ladybug fanfic, it's about a ship that's entirely not part of the love square. This is my final workshop output from a creative writing class I enrolled in during the summer to get units in advance. Special thanks to my professor and two of my classmates for their feedback; I couldn't have made this work even more wonderful without their help. For the non-love-square ship and this being a successful workshop output thus far, I think I'm gonna give myself a pat on the back and more fanfic ideas to write. :)
Compared to the courtyard at Françoise Dupont High School where the lively chattering of students can be heard and the scrambling of footsteps were a staple, the art room was its own entire world of silence.
It was supposed to be a calming silence in that same art room where Marc and Nathaniel were to work on art-related endeavors of their own, but the former found this unwelcoming and rather deafening. It weighed down on his being that the atmosphere was unbearably awkward, much like he was most of the time even before he met Nathaniel and became his partner in creating comic books about Ladybug, Chat Noir, and their akumatized alter-egos who turned good and served as part of the superhero duoâs akuma-fighting team. Despite a remarkable development from being acquaintances, to newfound partners, and now to a bloomed romantic couple, Marc Anciel, as awkward as ever and still testing the waters on this newfound relationship, couldnât shake this nagging feeling of inadequacy as someoneâs significant other.
It just goes to show him that even though his romantic feelings for Nathaniel had been reciprocated at Day 0, it does not remove the remaining unease that Marc currently feels at Day 1. It was his first time in a relationship, and it was with the boy whose drawings he admired so much from the school paper. Simply put, it was too good to be true.
Unfortunately, the awkwardness Marc felt wasnât masked enough, and Nathaniel immediately noticed from his place by the table beside his raven-haired beau. How could he not? It was very obvious, from the way Marcâs hand shakily distorted his usually refined, elegant script while writing the next chapter of their comic to the way his expression was contorted as if he was constipated. Nathaniel thought to himself that it was still an adorable sight, but clearly, something was up, and it wouldnât do well to just ignore whatever troubled his beloved partner. Attempting to break the ice, the redhead cleared his throat, then spoke to call Marcâs attention.
âMarc.â
The novelist jolted in surprise at the utterance of his name. âY-yes, Nathaniel?â
Leaning in for a better view of the page Marc was writing on, Nathaniel replied, âYour handwritingâs different.â
âW-wait, really?â blurted out Marc, quickly covering the page with his gloved hand. âI d-didnât know you were p-particular with handwriting.â
Nathaniel placed a gentle, caring hand on his boyfriendâs with a smile aimed directly at him as he clarified himself, âItâs not that, Marc. Iâve seen it and itâs great. Right now, it just looks⊠wobbly. Youâre nervous, arenât you?â
Even if Nathaniel was a recluse in his own class, he could very well read into the emotions of people, but he doesnât show it that often. As endearing as it was as a show of concern towards shy Marc, it was also overwhelming for the raven-haired novelist to have been the subject of such deep perception, even from the boy his heart palpitates for.
It was then that Marcâs fight or flight response reminded him in a split-second that he needed some sort of diversion for Nathaniel not to remind him of his own awkwardness.
âIsnât it weird that our art teacher didnât come here?â Marc rapidly questioned as he struggled not to look at the red-haired boy beside him. Despite this attempt to keep Nathanielâs focus off of his disposition, glancing towards the door and not at Nathaniel did not help stop the blood from rushing to the novelistâs fair cheeks. His partner might be tired of this, of him, already, but that light chuckle of pure amusement coming from Nathaniel disproved that thought.
âHey, hey, settle down Marc,â chided Nathaniel, âhe might be running late. Itâs okay for us to use the art room so long as itâs reserved around this time. Good thing that he reserved it at an earlier time than usual.â
With innocent green eyes, the raven-haired boy looked his boyfriend in the eye and asked, âH-he can do that?â
âOf course, he can. Letâs just wait for him, okay?â reassured Nathaniel, his left hand making its way on Marcâs right shoulder discreetly. âIâm sure my other classmates will arrive here shortly too.â
A shy smile emerged from Marcâs face as he replied, âOkay, Nath.â
Suddenly, a ringtone from the phone which was in Nathanielâs pocket sounded audibly enough to catch both the boysâ attention. The redhead immediately fished out the device from his pocket and unlocked it, revealing three unread text messages from his close friend Alix.
Hey Nath! Something came up and I couldnât swing by the art room. Love troubles again with Marinette. Juleka and Rose are also helping out with me so they canât come.
I canât believe that Marinette got invited personally by Adrien to his photoshoot but she canât even give him her handmade gift or ask him out. Because sheâs such a wuss, I got dragged here in the park by Rose because Mari needs all of her girl friends to push her towards Golden Boy Agreste YET AGAIN.
And apparently Alya alone couldnât do it. Sorry! Youâll have Marc to keep you company anyway. Have fun! ;)
So much for those girls coming over to the art room. Nathaniel let out a sigh as he muttered, just enough for Marc to hear, âI stand corrected. The others arenât coming.â
Catching on his partnerâs crest-fallen demeanor and gazing at his face with sympathetic green orbs, Marc replied, âGuess itâs just the two of us for now.â
The next minutes were spent in silence again, with Marc continuing to finish a paragraph while Nathaniel sketched a birdâs eye view of the Eiffel tower as the background in one panel of the comic storyboard in his notebook. After several minutes elapsed, however, curiosity got the best of Marc, and so, with the tip of his pen lingering on the period of his last sentence, he kept on glancing at Nathaniel and the storyboarding he was working on. Besides the sheer focus that was evident in Nathanielâs turquoise orbs, the shy novelist couldnât help but notice the fine, steady strokes his beauâs hand were making with his fine-pointed mechanical pencil. So neat, so pristine. Itâs amazing how he didnât need an eraser to erase certain portions of his drawings over and over.
Marc had seen artist sketches himself of both people and objects, mostly done by his friend Marinette. As someone aspiring to become a fashion designer, she would be engrossed in sketching designs day by day, passion ignited by the sparks of inspiration she draws from around her. However, since Marinetteâs sketches had obvious hints of disorder, as it normally is with crude artist sketches, it clearly contrasted with the otherwise structured sketches Nathaniel makes for his comic books. Marc, fully in awe, couldnât help but take a break from his writing and stare at the red-haired illustratorâs creative process right next to him.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel, thanks to the strong, overbearing feeling of being watched, was getting overly conscious of his work. Keeping his composure to the best of his ability, he quickly turned to Marc and asked, âDo you need something Marc?â
Snapped out of his trance wide-eyed, Marc inwardly panicked. âOh no, I must be staring at him too long! I hope I didnât spook him too much.â
Scrambling for a sensible response, the novelist stuttered out, âI-i want to write something in your notebook.â
Setting down his pencil while his turquoise eyes were still on Marc, Nathaniel blinked inquisitively. âOh, why would you want to do that?â
âB-because,â the shy writer reasoned, âI want to write something to remind you of me. T-that is, if y-you donât mind.â
The red-haired teen averted his gaze from his partner as he remarked, âYou know I donât let anyone write on my notebook, Marc.â
This response triggered the disappointment that Marc had anticipated from the moment that they started continuing to develop the rest of the comic book they were working on together. It was even more daunting for the timid writer that their art teacher and the rest of Nathanielâs classmates who were usually in the art room with them did not show up at that moment, or even at all. Marinette would tell Nathaniel that itâs a great idea for his newfound love to leave special traces on his personal notebook while Rose, somehow finding this romantic, would gush at this gesture with Juleka mumbling to herself in response. But what would have been the cherry on top for Marc at the moment is that if Alix was there to egg on Nathaniel, pressuring him to give in and let his boyfriend write something in his notebook. At least the comic relief from Alixâs teasing would help alleviate the collective awkwardness the couple felt at that moment. God, if only it wasnât just the two of them in the art room at that moment.
But alas, he was alone, helpless and daunted, and he was facing the dragon which was Nathaniel, or whatever Nathaniel thought of him at that moment.
However, all of the fears and doubts that plagued Marc left him when Nathaniel continued with a small, endearing smile on his face, âBut for you, Iâll make an exception.â
The novelist beamed at his boyfriend, green eyes sparkling with delight. âR-really?â
âIn one condition.â
Marc took and held in a quick breath. âAnything, Nath.â
The illustrator picked up his pencil once again and uttered, with an outstretched hand right by Marcâs notebook, âLet me draw in your notebook.â
It was at that moment when Marc could feel his heart flutter, accompanied by the butterflies in his stomach as he opened his own notebook to the very last page and laid it out right by his beauâs workspace.
âIt would be my pleasure.â
In a span of 2 minutes while Nathaniel was drawing on the last page of his boyfriendâs notebook, Marc, fidgeting and tapping his pen softly on his chin, racked his brain for a simple yet memorable piece to write on the first page of the illustratorâs notebook, which was left empty out of personal preference by its owner. Hoping to obtain bit by bit of inspiration, he glanced at Nathaniel, then at the empty page, then at Nathaniel, and so on and so forth. This went on, albeit unnoticed by the redhead, until mere seconds after, he scribbled away on the page once he had gotten attuned with his creative writing flow.
After both of them finished leaving their traces on each otherâs notebook pages, Nathaniel and Marc gave each other back their notebooks and instantly opened them to where they each left their special mark. Struck with awe, the novelist softly traced the outline of the drawing and his emerald eyes were drawn to Nathanielâs signature which he left underneath the recently drawn portrait. A tinge of pink formed on Marcâs cheeks as he admired every stroke that constituted this drawing of him done by none other than the boy he once looked up to, now loved, and who loved him back.
âNo oneâs written me a poem before,â Nathaniel uttered as he perused every line written by Marc on that now extra special page in his notebook, eyes taking in every word written in that distinct elegant script that served as an epitome of beauty that the redhead beheld. One particular line at the end of the writing, however, caught him by surprise: the words âJe tâaimeâ accompanied by Marcâs signature in that same fancy handwriting the illustrator adored dearly.
Having regained his composure, Marc turned to Nathaniel and asked, âDo you like the poem? I-i thought of it on the spot so it might not exactly be to your liking, but-â
âI love it,â interrupted the red-haired teen breathlessly, wrapping an arm around his significant other and squeezing his shoulder. âReally Marc, you make the most wonderful written pieces.â
An expression as bright as day graced Marcâs features as he replied, albeit with a bit of shyness in his voice, âY-you really think so?â
Nathaniel threw any single hint of hesitation in his being out the window as he placed a tender, loving kiss on Marcâs forehead. âI do. Weâre meant to be partnered together, after all.â
And just like that, the uncomfortable awkwardness that haunted Marc was instantly warded off, and in a flash, he enveloped Nathaniel in a tight, warm, loving embrace and leaned into him in newfound solace. The silence in the art room has never been this comforting as the couple relished in this seemingly endless embrace together.
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Wednesday Night at the Fluff and Fold
Had an idea for a little âon the runâ story the other day. Thus this little story was born. Hope you enjoy! â€ïž
Late on a hot summer night, while on the run, Scully and Mulder spend some time in a small town laundromat.
September 2003
Juliette, Georgia
10:00 p.m.
There was an odd feeling of calm to pairing socks, seeing them piling up beside the other clothes, everything organized into neat stacks.
Scully smiled as she remembered helping her mother fold clothes when she was younger, loving the feel of them when they were warm from the dryer, or even helping to take them from a clothesline. Sheets were always her favorite, lifting her side up as high as she could, her mother smiling as she held tight to the other end. The sound of the snap of the fabric, the perfect fold, meeting in the middle to hand it off to her mother⊠she loved it all.
Socks were saved for her to do on her own, large piles of them from the whole family, left to her to sort like a puzzle. She liked being able to differentiate between them, giving the right socks to the right people, proud that she never got it wrong.
As an adult, she found that same pride in the tidiness of her own home; the dishes always washed and put away in their place, the pictures hung to her taste, her clothes always organized, going through them often and getting rid of any taking up unwanted space.
Space, she thought with a snort. Thatâs definitely something we are lacking these days.
Folding one of Mulderâs t-shirts, she placed it on top of his pile. One of her shirts was next and she placed it on her own pile with a sigh. Turning around, she looked at the dryer in front of her and saw it still had twenty minutes left before the cycle would be complete. Looking around at the empty laundromat, she sighed again.
Fanning herself, she lifted her long hair off of her sweaty neck. The weight of it made her think again of cutting it short like sheâd had it in the past. Instead, she took the rubber band from her wrist and tied it up into a messy bun, a few pieces falling down and brushing her face. As it did, she sighed at the dark brown, nearly black color of it.
Sheâd had it dyed for months now, but she was still taken aback by it when her thoughts were elsewhere and it suddenly fell into her view. She did not mind it, but it was a drastic difference from her normal red.
The door to the laundromat opened and Mulder walked in with a plastic bag in each hand.. Even in khaki shorts, a black tank top, and flip flops, she could see he was just as warm as she was, beads of perspiration dotting his forehead.
âGod, itâs like walking through numerous layers of warm wet paper towels. Iâm sweating like crazy.â
âItâs not much cooler in here,â she said with a gesture toward the dryers. âThankfully itâs the last load.â
âShould I get the bags from the car?â he asked, setting the plastic bags down on the counter beside the piles of folded clothes.
âNah. Might as well wait until those are done and folded.â He nodded and jumped up to sit next to the bags, smiling at her as he did. She let out a deep breath as she glanced at the dryer timer again.
Eighteen minutes until they would pack up and head away from this small town, all of their clothes clean, for a while at least.
It had been nearly a year and a half since they had been on the run, staying in countless motels, trailers, tents, the car itself, and even once a teepee, which they had both found highly offensive, especially after seeing the decor. But it had been cold and the place warm, so they had stayed for a night before leaving the next morning
In that time, a system had been created. They had bought large plastic totes and kept everything they needed inside of them: sleeping bags, pillows, extra blankets, two tents, tarps, camping cooking supplies, some food- but not much as they did not want to attract any unwanted animals.
They also had two duffel bags which held all of the clothes they owned, rotating them by need and season.
As it was the tailend of a very warm summer, the warmer clothes had been stored in one of the totes, not needed for a few more months. The two duffel bags were now full of shorts, tank tops, shirts, and even a few sundresses, the breeze welcome as it cooled her everywhere.
The bags also held their simple toiletries inside plastic zippered bags. It was organized and fit just so in the car, allowing them to grab whatever was needed quickly. Every item was replaceable and held no sentimental value, easily able to be left behind if the situation called for it.
Clothes were worn until only one outfit remained, the dirty clothes placed in trash bags. All laundry was done at one time, visiting laundromats late at night, or any motel with on-site laundry service. The clean clothes were then put back into the duffel bags, the trash bags slipped into the totes, ready to be refilled.
It was a system that worked well, keeping them away from crowds of people, Mulder remaining safe and relatively unseen.
Sighing again, she shook her head and glanced at the bags he had brought in with him.
âSo, what have you got there?â she asked with a smile, one of the bags smelling of something delicious and causing her stomach to growl.
âWell,â he said, opening the bag and removing take out containers, handing one to her. âThe Whistle Stop CafĂ© is open late tonight for a summer barbecue-â
âIs it?â she said, looking at her food cautiously and he laughed.
âPork, not human,â he assured her with another chuckle. âSomeone in front of me made that joke and the woman serving food gave him such a look, I knew better than to make the same mistake.â
âCanât really blame people when itâs heavily implied in the Fried Green Tomatoes movie and in the book⊠wellâŠâ She raised her eyebrows and opened the container, sniffing the delicious aroma of barbecued pork, her mouth watering.
âI also got mashed potatoes and biscuits. Homemade biscuits that I ate one of on the way over here because they had only just cooled enough to be served when I ordered them. Try one of those first.â He handed her one and he nodded encouragingly.
Taking it from him, she took a bite and then moaned as the sweet taste of butter hit her tongue. He nodded again with a smile as she took another bite and he took out utensils and napkins. She pushed herself up to sit beside him, her legs swinging as they ate, the dryer continuing to tumble the last of their clothes, both of them hot, sweaty, and sticky.
As they finished eating, the dryer stopped and while he cleaned up their food and trash, she took out the clothes, walking them to the counter to be folded. He came back in with the duffel bags, setting them on the empty counter, and began helping her fold the clothes.
In no time, they were filling the duffel bags, everything once more arranged and in order. She threw out the dryer sheets she had used and picked up the now empty trash bags, ready to put them back into the totes in the car.
âWhatâs in this bag?â she asked and he nodded at her to open it. When she did, she smiled, finding it full of paperbacks.
âI found a used bookstore and came back to the car, taking out the ones youâd wanted to swap if we found one. I could only find up to âO,â but maybe weâll get lucky at the next place and find âPâ and âQ.ââ
âThereâs a âQâ? I didnât know,â she murmured and he nodded as she looked down at the books.
They had stayed at a cabin in March and the sparse amount of books available had led to her reading ones she would normally have passed over. Particularly, a series of detective novels, the titles of each one beginning with a different letter of the alphabet.
Finding that she enjoyed them, when they had been in another town, she had popped into a used bookstore, finding the next in the âalphabet seriesâ by Sue Grafton. She had loved them all, a distraction from their own lives for a little while. It had been some time since she had finished, and even reread the last few, holding onto them to trade in for new ones, and she was happy he had found them.
âThank you,â she said softly, looking at âLâ is for Lawless and âMâ is for Malice. âI know itâs not my usual reading materialâŠâ
âScully, there isnât much that is usual right now.â He smiled at her and shrugged. âYou enjoy them. I do too. Especially when you read them aloud and we try to figure out the ending.â She nodded with a smile and ran her fingers across the titles.
âThank you,â she said again, lifting her head to look at him. He smiled with a nod and picked up one of the duffel bags, kissing her as he did.
âYouâre welcome,â he whispered against her lips, reaching for the next duffel bag.
She put the books back inside the plastic bag and picked up their black canvas backpack. Everything else could be left behind and abandoned at a moment's notice, but not the backpack. It held everything of importance inside of it and was never far from sight.
One last look around, making sure they had everything, they walked out into the muggy and sticky Georgia night. Bags were placed back into the car and then bottles of water were taken from the totes and carried to the front seat.
Mulder turned on the car, blasting the air conditioning as they both sat, the warm air gradually becoming cooler. She closed her eyes as she twisted her head and leaned forward, letting the cool air hit the back of her neck.
âWhat were we thinking, huh? Coming to the south in the summer? Should have stayed up north,â Mulder said with a deep sigh and she smiled.
âItâs summer, Mulder. Itâs hot everywhere.â
âHmm. Not moist hot though. I feel⊠well⊠itâs not the best situation in my southern region either.â She laughed and opened her eyes, looking at him as he raised his eyebrows with a shake of his head.
âHow does a cold shower sound?â
âMake it lukewarm, and not a solo one, and youâve got yourself a deal,â he said with a smile and she tilted her head.
âYouâre asking me to join you even after youâve so eloquently divulged a bad case of swamp ass?â She raised her eyebrows at him, a half smile on her face, and he nodded enthusiastically.
âAbsolutely. Iâm sure you could do with aâŠâ
âYes?â she asked, her eyebrows raising higher, waiting to see how big of a hole he would dig himself into.
âWellâŠâ He shrugged and smiled, the one that made her heart race. Innocent and sweet, with an air of mischief hiding behind it. âA nice refreshing shower after standing in that warm laundromat for so long.â
âMmhmm,â she hummed, licking her lips and his eyes followed its path across them.
âAnd if it leads to some sex⊠wellâŠâ He shrugged again and put the car in gear, looking around before he backed up and out of the parking spot, continuing out of the parking lot. âAt least weâll get clean as weâre being dirty.â She laughed and nodded, already anticipating the feel of the water cooling and cleansing her sweaty body, his hands on her wet and slippery skin making her ache with need.
He grinned at her as they pulled up to a stop sign by the Whistle Stop Café. People were still there enjoying the barbecue, music playing and laughter ringing out into the night. They drove past the now closed used bookstore and she smiled, remembering the books waiting to be read. Looking at him, she smiled and he winked as he caught her eye.
âA refreshing shower sounds wonderful.â
âAnd the sex?â he asked, stopping at a light and staring at her, waggling his eyebrows.
âSounds orgasmic,â she said in a low voice and he growled, stepping on the gas as soon as the light was green, hurrying out of town as she laughed happily.
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Tomas and Rowe - Part 6
Hope you guys all enjoyed my (almost) cliffhanger last week! This chapter is the longest so far, and I worked very hard on it, so if you get whumperflies please let me know!!! <3
Next chapter might take a bit longer what with uni starting again soon but I will do my best to keep it to once a fortnight at the LATEST. so weâll see!
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CW: pet whumpee, aftermath of torture, creepy whumper, general violence, panic attacks
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The door handle turned. Rowe whimpered. He wished it would just fly open, slam against the wall, hurry it up. Heâd been curled up in his room ever since Master Tomas had casually mentioned that he was going grocery shopping, and Kasia would be coming over to get some work done. Rowe had felt the blood drain from his face, not him not him not him, I want to be good, Iâve tried so hard to be good for you Master-
âIâve had a really stressful day at work,â Kasia said as he stepped into the room, in a low voice that made Rowe go cold. âStand up.â
Rowe didnât hesitate. âTake your shirt off.â He complied. âArms behind your back.â He did as he was told.
âWow, you really are pathetic, you know that?â said Kasia. âAnd I deal with a lot of Pets.â
Kasia took a few more steps towards Rowe until he could smell the cigarettes on his breath. He took Roweâs face roughly and stared at him. A calloused thumb ran over his lips, making the hair on the back of Roweâs neck stand up, and still Kasia just stared. Rowe kept his eyes on the ground, trembling.
âYouâre soâŠ,â Kasia laughed, âI canât believe I gave my mate such an ugly Pet. And he hasnât even hit you, has he? You must think you can just relax and walk all over him.â
Rowe shook his head, minutely but firmly, blinking away tears. No, no, I wonât relax, I wonât get comfortable. Iâm just a Pet, I got tossed out, Iâm worthless. Serving my Master is a privilege. I wonât forget.
Rowe was grateful for the discipline. He could get so caught up in why Master Tomas wanted him to do something, when really his place was as an obedient Pet. Not questioning, just accepting. He needed this reminder.
âEven looking at you annoys me. You donât deserve an owner like Tomas.â
And then the first punch came, hard, sudden, into the side of his ribcage, and Roweâs vision blinkered as he buckled and fell to the ground.
âSeriously? Youâre on the floor after one punch? I thought I could have some fun beating you down.â
Roweâs arms shook as he tried to push himself back up, his chest throbbing with every shallow breath. Kasia stamped a boot onto his back and he thumped against the ground, gasping as Kasia pressed harder and harder until Rowe was squirming, trying desperately to make his limbs work again, but the thought of being disobedient was enough to make his body limp. He could feel the barely-healed wounds on his back opening up. It was like being whipped all over again. The weight momentarily lifted from his back, only to come down far harder. Roweâs jaw clacked sickeningly against the floor and he bit his tongue, hard. Pain exploded in his mouth. He moaned weakly and Kasia delivered a savage kick to his ribs, in the same place heâd just been punched.
âHowâs your nose, Pet?â Kasia said roughly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back until Roweâs eyes met his. âHealed any?â
âI-itâs, agh, p-please, I d-donât know-â
Kasia lifted Roweâs head higher, and he suddenly realised with a rush of nausea what was coming. Fear overtook him as he cried out.
âN-no, no, please- donât! No!â
It felt like a twisted version of dĂ©jĂ vu as Kasia crushed Roweâs face into the floor, making him howl in pain. His nose was making horrifying crunching noises. Rowe cried desperately, hitting his fists off the floor to force himself not to grapple Kasiaâs arm, not to do anything that might anger him further.
All of Master Tomasâs kindness, the ice pack and the painkillers and the gentle towel cleaning blood off his face, all of it was undone in a few seconds. Rowe wept harder at the thought of it. Master had wasted so much on him.
Kasia eventually let go and Rowe choked as he lifted his face, blood streaming into his mouth. The pain was so bad he could hardly think. He pushed himself up, turning to face Kasia and save his back any more pain.
âPlease-â he sobbed, âplease d-d-donât-â
âBit late for that,â laughed Kasia. âYouâre fun to mess around with. I feel better already. But I canât beat you too bad or Tomas will notice.â
âWh-wh-what if h-he asks about my n-n-nose,â Rowe stammered out.
Kasia smiled at this and casually knelt down over Rowe, straddling him heavily. He grabbed his neck with one hand and pinned him down. With his other hand he slid a thumb over Roweâs eye socket and held it there. No pressure, yet. Yet. Rowe forced himself to be still, and good, and take it.
âIf you tell him,â began Kasia, digging his thumb in slightly. Blobs of grey fuzz appeared in Roweâs vision. âIâll not only make you regret the day you were born-â his thumb pushed in harder, â-Iâll also tell him youâre lying and heâll throw you out-â and harder. Rowe started to whimper in fear, â-and then Iâll make you my Pet full-time. And I wonât hesitate to chop off and rearrange and reshape any part of you I dislike. Like your eyes, for instance. Or your tongue. Or your fingers. Do you understand?â
Rowe could barely breathe with Kasiaâs full weight upon him. He couldnât nod, couldnât move his face at all while the thumb in Roweâs eye made his entire head felt like it could burst with pain. He whined pathetically with his last bit of breath. Kasia looked at him solidly and for a second Rowe thought he really would gouge his eye out, but then Kasia took both his hands away and patted Rowe roughly on the cheek as he gasped.
âGood boy. So how did you get these injuries? You clumsy thing. Youâve busted your nose again and, well, youâre gonna have a bruise on your ribs.â
âI-I walked into a door, sir.â
âYeah, you did. Now get up and clean the blood off your face.â
. . .
Tomas bustled through the front door and nudged it closed with his hip, his hands full of shopping bags. ââKas? Youâve not burnt the place down then?ââ
ââNot for lack of trying,ââ came the reply as Kasia walked over and took a few of the bags. ââLet me get some of those. You feeding the five hundred?ââ
Tomas smiled sheepishly. ââThereâs a lot of food I donât think Roweâs tried yet⊠have you seen him at all?ââ
ââNope. Heard him pattering around upstairs, though. Slammed the door pretty hard at one point. I didnât go up to check on him, I hope you understand. I just figured, if heâs that nervous around youâŠââ
ââYes, yes, of course. Donât worry.ââ
ââWell, Iâd best be on my way. You know, your house is wonderfully quiet. Donât hesitate if you need me to watch it again, please. I could get so much more work done in a calm place like this.ââ
ââThank you so much, mate. Iâll let you know, yeah,ââ Tomas said warmly as Kasia grabbed his jacket and headed off.
He had barely closed the door when he heard light footsteps coming down the stairs. Tomas turned to see Rowe kneeling before him in his usual position, with his forehead to the floor. He still found it unnerving, seeing this frail man, covered in scars and bruises, submitting before him. ââWelcome back, Master Tomas.ââ
ââHey, Rowe,ââ Tomas said, crouching slowly and reaching out a hand to the back of Roweâs head, watching for a reaction. Rowe didnât flinch, or stiffen- in fact, he leaned into the touch. Tomas ruffled his hair gently. Before he could invite Rowe back up, he spoke again.
ââMaster, please allow me to handle the cooking tonight, a-and any other chores you need me for.ââ
ââOh, o-okay,ââ said Tomas. ââUm, well you can certainly join me in the cooking. I donât want you to have to do it all yourself. And here, let me help you up.ââ
Rowe began to unfold himself and Tomas held out a hand. After a moment of hesitation, he slipped his fingers between Tomasâs and let him take some of his weight as he stood. Tomas frowned in pity as he saw Roweâs face- a neat bandage lay across his nose. Small bruises had formed under each eye- which was something a broken nose could cause, according to the internet. They looked deathly against his pallid skin. Rowe saw him frowning and Tomas felt the hand he was holding go stiff.
ââP-please, Master, let me cook for you. I-Itâs the least I c-can do.ââ
He looked so⊠terribly sad. ââYou can help, Rowe. Um- Kasia said he heard something slamming upstairs? Did you do something to your nose?ââ
ââI- I walked into a door, Master. I was foolish and careless and s-stupid. Please- please punish me for my ugliness.ââ
ââAw, Rowe,ââ Tomas murmured involuntarily. ââYou donât look ugly. I wouldnât hurt you over something like- I wouldnât, I mean, I wouldnât hurt you at all. Iâm not going to punish you. Have you been worrying about that?ââ
Roweâs eyes dropped and he slowly nodded.
ââThank you for telling the truth. I donât think youâre ugly at all.ââ It seemed to be something that was concerning him, so Tomas added, ââIf I do, Iâll tell you, okay?ââ
Roweâs shoulders loosened and looked up at Tomas again. ââYes, Master. Thank you.ââ
Crisis averted? Tomas thought. ââOkay, great. Letâs start chopping some veg.ââ
. . .
Rowe sliced the knife down harder as he hands trembled. He was doing his best, he really was, he was trying to just be fucking useful for once, but he was so on edge with Master Tomas so near to him. Rowe was constantly checking over his shoulder, so he could be ready for the first slap or punch. The knife in his hand reminded him of the times heâd been made to bring his master the tool that would be used to punish him.
Rowe was holding a weapon. An instrument for causing pain. Once again he wished he could be normal, wished he could be a good, blank, Pet, instead of one that couldnât even chop vegetables without thinking about all the ways the knife could cut and slice and open and chop off- chop off- like Kasia had said-
Roweâs head spun. He felt sick. Kasia wasnât here. It was only Master. He was the one Rowe should be worrying about. Master could do as he pleased, Rowe repeated to himself, over and over. If Master wants to use the knife on me, Iâll let him. Of course Iâll let him.
. . .
Tomas stirred the stock cube absent-mindedly, his back to Rowe. He had tried to put enough space between him and Rowe to, hopefully, make Rowe feel a little more at ease. He watched as the hot water swirled around his spoon. The sound of rhythmic chopping behind him told him that Rowe was working diligently.
. . .
The carrot seemed to bend and stretch before him as Rowe tried to gather his thoughts. He was okay, he was okay. He hadnât angered Master, not yet. So far, he was mercifully being ignored. Rowe looked back down and held the knife firmly.
The little coins of carrot were mostly even. Rowe hoped that would be good enough.
. . .
Tomas gently scraped in the onions and garlic and let them simmer. He rolled up his sleeves as the kitchen warmed up.
. . .
The knife was so sharp. Rowe was staring at it as he worked, not even looking at the vegetables, just watching the blade, waiting for Master to turn around and yank it out of his hand and order Rowe to his knees. Why did Master keep saying he wouldnât hurt him? Rowe wanted to believe it every time, and every time it took longer for him to snap out of it. He moved his fingers out of the way at the last second as he brought the knife down shakily.
. . .
Tomas turned around. ââRowe-ââ he began, taking a step towards him. Rowe jerked in surprise and spun to face him.
. . .
The knife was still in his hand. Heâd been so startled by Master Tomas suddenly being right there behind him that he had gripped it harder reflexively as he turned. Rowe stared down in horror. A long, thin cut ran along Masterâs exposed forearm, all the way to his hand. Tiny drops of blood were beginning to form.
And then Roweâs mind went blank.
. . .
Tomas easily caught Rowe as he fainted. The knife bounced off the floor and Tomas kicked it out of the way. The cut was superficial, and sure it was a surprise, but it hardly hurt. Still, he knew enough to realise how grave this was. A Pet hurting their owner. His stomach twisted at the thought of the beating that would have earned Rowe in the past. No wonder he passed out.
He gently laid Rowe on the couch, grabbed some kitchen roll, and wrapped it around his arm. Perching on the armrest, Tomas let himself look at the man in his care.
He could see long scars along his thighs, like heâd be belted while kneeling. Deep red scrapes, cuts and sores ran around his wrists, the scars of old restraints. His chest was rising and falling evenly, and his face looked soft. Relaxed. Tomas watched his fingers flick minutely, his lips part as he breathed. He wasnât screaming. He looked peaceful for the first time since Tomas had got him.
And then⊠Rowe stirred. A groan rumbled in his chest as he rolled his head, and Tomas quickly put a hand to Roweâs cheek to stop him grinding his nose. This made Roweâs eyes finally twitch open, little by little then all at once when he remembered what had happened and saw Tomas sitting over him. He cried out, he hands scrambling to find purchase as he pushed himself away, tumbling off the sofa and ramming his forehead against the floor so hard that Tomas heard the crack.
ââOh, God, please!ââ he cried, his voice cracking as sobs and gasps racked through him, ââP-please Master Iâm so, s-s-so sorry, Iâm so sorry, I w-w-would n-never, I, I mean, I d-donât, I w-was trying so ha-ard to be good-ââ
ââRowe, itâs okay,ââ Tomas blurted out, raising his voice. He grabbed his shoulders and lifted his head up off the ground. Roweâs eyes were bright with fear like Tomas had never seen before. It was so intense that he let go of his shoulders reflexively and Rowe shrank into himself, trembling before his owner.
ââI swear, I s-swear I c-can be better, Master, I ca-an, please please donât s-send me back, I-Iâll take any pun-nishment like- like a good Pet, Iâll be g-good-ââ
ââRowe-ââ
ââI-It w-was an accident, please Master p-p-please believe me, I wo-would n-never do some-something like that, Iâm begging you-ââ
ââRowe, Iâm not going t-ââ
ââPlease,ââ begged Rowe hoarsely, tears rolling down his cheeks, and something in his voice made Tomas stop and listen. ââPlease, Master, please, I canât- I donât know why you want me to b-b-believe that you wo-wonât hurt me, but I canât d-do it, I just wa-want to be good s-s-so bad and I ca-anât, I k-keep messing up a-and you never hurt me and I j-just want to be good, I w-want to be good I donât want to- to get thr-rown out and I need p-p-punishment, Master, pleaseâŠââ he gasped.
ââIâm notâŠ.. you are being good. Youâre being really good.ââ Tomas felt his heart breaking.
Roweâs sobbing was becoming weaker and weaker as he ran out of energy. He stared up at Tomas with eyes that were sparkly and wet. He looked utterly broken.
ââI just want to get it over with, Master.ââ
ââNo, Iâm not going to punish you,ââ Tomas said seriously.
ââIâm begging you,ââ he cried, his voice cracking. ââI canât- I canât take this waiting a-anymore! Please, Master, please, I want it, l- let me throw myself at your mercy, I w-want to be punished f-for my disobedience, please treat y-your Pet the way I d-d-deserve, Iâll take anything for you Master, please beat me, please cut me, please whip me, pl-ââ
ââRowe, stop! Stop it! Stop it, please, stop,ââ Tomas shouted. Rowe fell silent immediately with a whimper. ââI know- I can see thatâs what you thought I wanted to hear. I understand. But Iâm not- this isnât a test, or a game, okay? You donât need pain to be good.ââ
Rowe kept his mouth shut, flinching as Tomas sank down next to him.
ââAll this time youâve been waiting for a punishment that never came.ââ Rowe nodded. Tomas exhaled deeply as he thought. Rowe needed order, and he followed rules diligently, and Tomas had fucked up by leaving Rowe in limbo with no idea when he would be punished. At least now, he had let Tomas know what was distressing him. A punishment would give him a bit of comfort, in a twisted way. ââOkay, Rowe, I will punish you.ââ
Rowe burst into fresh tears, pressing his face to the floor. ââTh-thank you, thank you Master, thank you, thank you, thank you.ââ
Tomas gently took Roweâs chin and lifted his head. Was this just putting off the difficult conversations until another day? Or was this an act of mercy, relieving the mental suffering Rowe had been putting himself through? Tomas decided on the latter. Screaming at Rowe that he wouldnât hurt him while Rowe shook and cried and begged didnât seem very productive.
ââFirstly, since you gave me this cut it only seems fair that you bandage it up.ââ
ââYes, Master,ââ Rowe choked out as he ran upstairs to get the first aid kit. Tomas sat back up on the couch and peeled off the kitchen towels that were now sticky with blood. Rowe returned, discarded them, and got on with dressing the cut. Roweâs hands were still as he pressed the anti-bacterial wipe against his Masterâs skin. The bandage wrapped around his arm was neater than Tomas had ever seen before. He had to bite back the praise he wanted to give Rowe- this was a punishment, he reminded himself. He steeled himself to deliver Roweâs punishment.
ââIâm going up to my office. Finish cooking and bring it to me, then wash up and tidy the house. While Iâm working tomorrow, stay out of my way and donât disturb me. The only time I want to see or hear you is if I ask you to do something, which you will do immediately. Understood? You can speak freely again in 24 hours.ââ
ââYes, Master Tomas,ââ Rowe whispered as he hurried to the kitchen counter. Tomas took himself upstairs and buried his head in his hands. He hated how good he was at sounding stern. He hated how unnatural it felt. He couldnât shake the fear that he was undoing all of the progress Rowe had made.
#just as a note... tomas has given rowe permission to use any first aid he wants#but i couldnt mention it without it sounding SUPER clunky lol#mine#whump#pet whumpee#pet whump#tomas and rowe#master/pet#whump fic#aftermath of torture
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Teacherâs Day
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A/N: Happy birthday to our comedic meme material prince Hendery!đ This is a re-upload from my old acc so I hope you guys enjoy! (P.S. Reuploaded again since the previous one failed to show up in tags)
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3027
Warning:Â Bratty Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Profanity, Hair pulling, Spanking, Wedgie, Degradation, Anal play, Sex toys, Titty sucking/worshipping, Writing lines as punishment
  âHow much longer?â Blindfolded Hendery whines while you are leading him to the designated room for his birthday playtime, but this impatient boy obviously canât wait.
  âWhat is my surprise, to be exact?â The boy continues to inquire. âI hope I wonât be walking blindfolded for too much longer or I am starting to think that you are taking me to the slaughterhouse like I am a piglet!â
  âIâll make sure your surprise is worth the wait if you stop being this inquisitive.â You stop your leading steps. âSeriously? A piglet? Can you not ruin the mood by goofing around and exaggerating things this much?â
  âOkay okay I am sorry.â Hendery playfully apologizes. âFirst asking me to wear the uniform from the Back to School Kit, second blindfolding me like this, I am really dying to know what it is!â
  âShh be patient.â You smirk while finally leading him inside the room, instructing him to sit down in a chair. âDo you know whatâs special about today?â
  âMy birthday, of course! Why ask?â He asks, puzzled.
  âItâs also Teachersâ Day in Taiwan as well.â You half-whisper in his ear while taking off his blindfold. âSo Iâd better teach you some manners as well as something unforgettable on this dayâŠâ
  Henderyâs vision clears up as he glances around his surroundings: a blackboard with capitalized letters âDETENTIONâ written on it, a podium in the front left of the room, and several sets of desk and chairs arranged in neat rows while heâs seated in one of them, with a typical school bag hanging from the hook on the right side of his desk.
  âWow this looks legitâŠâ He compliments. âSo this is why the school uniform?â
  You reply in a sly hum, picking up the 50-cm iron ruler originally leaning against the podium before approaching him. âI remember you mentioning role-play to spice up our sex life, so I figured this can be the peak of your birthday. You like that, my naughty schoolboy?â You smirk alluringly while tilting his chin up with the ruler.
  âFuck yeah, this will be amazingâŠâ
  You slam the ruler menacingly loud against his desk, startling him a bit. âWords, Hendery. No profanity allowed in this class. Arenât you aware of the trouble you are in right now?â You motion toward the capitalized words on the blackboard.
  âHmmm...I have no ideaâŠâ He feigns innocence in those bright piercing eyes, in an obvious attempt to annoy you.
  âSuch an impudent lad. You are in detention because you donât hand in assignments on time, slacking off in your studies, and last but not least, bad-mouthing your teacher.â You close in on him while maintaining a glare. âAre you sorry for what you did?â
  âNo, y/n-â
  âHow dare you call me by my first name?â
  âLook, Miss Y/L/N I donât really care. I am a very busy guy and you are just wasting my time.â He grins cheekily. âI am going to miss my club practice. I promise I will do better, so canât you just let it go this time?â
  âI donât trust your empty promises, Hendery, especially this isnât the first time you let me down.â You cross your arms. âAnd you shouldnât be allowed any club activities since you fail to prioritize things correctly. You should sit here, properly complete the assignments you have missed under my supervision, and you are free to go after that. Itâs that simple.â
  âWhy are you giving me such a hard time, Miss?â
  âI am not being hard and unreasonable on you, all I am asking you to do is something that aids your learning and done by the rest of your peers, plus, you wonât know what your problems with learning are without these practices.â You sigh while taking out the workbook from the schoolbag and place it right in front of him. âNow stop complaining and do it.â You order as you sit down next to him.
  Hendery huffs and reluctantly flips through the book to find the marked pages for this session. â20 pages of mathematics with 30 questions on each one? Are you insane?â
  âThis is the accumulated result of your indolence, boy. And you sure itâs appropriate to call your teacher insane?â
  âRight right I am so sorry Miss-âÂ
  âApologize properly.â You grab his arm to get all his attention, starting to get sick of his dismissive attitude and playing nice with him.
  âI am really sorry that I called you insane, Miss Y/L/N...â His voice trails off at the end of the sentence while he diverts his attention to the questions in front of him again.
  You watch him scribble down answers on the pages intently to see his every move, so when his arm scoots suspiciously close to the corner of the page where heâs writing something, you immediately take notice of it.
  You abruptly stand up and snatch away the book from him with a strong force, making his eyes widen with disbelief. ââMiss Y/L/N is an annoying bitchâ? This is what I get after being this patient and communicative with you?â You continue to read the contents of the page. âAnd none of the answers are correct! You are really giving me attitude, huh?â
  âWhy should I listen to you when youâre such a pain in my ass?â
  âPain in my ass isnât it? Now I should really inflict some real pain on your ass.â He yelps as you yank him by his hair, forcing him to stand up. âBend over.â
  Hendery winces at the burning sensation on his scalp as he complies, then you let go and press his waist down firmly against the desk as your other arm immediately delivers a sharp blow on his bottom.
  âApologize.â You order sternly after a dozen spanks.
  âNever.â He retorts with a grunt.
  âSuch a shameless brat.â You muse while pulling down his trousers, then pull up his boxers between his cheeks and give a firm tug on it, causing him to whine in discomfort.
  âStill unapologetic?â You sneer before giving a harsh slap on his bare flesh.
  âPlease stop...Miss...and I am really sorryâŠâ
  âSorry for what?â
  âI-I am sorry for disrespecting you!â
  âThen? What about your horrible work on your assignment?â You resume spanking him again.
  âMmmf- I am sorry for messing up my homework! Please stop wedging me I beg you, Miss.â
  You snigger at his plead and how easy it is to break him, but still you arenât satisfied. âCombine your apologies into a sentence together and I will consider, and youâd better be earnest enough.â
  âAhh-I apologize sincerely for calling you bad names, a-and slacking off in my studies then failing to do my homework properly! Please Miss I feel so guilty right nowâŠâ He whimpers and shifts his butt, trying to minimize the soreness.
  âVery well.â You decide not to be too hard on him at first to save it for later and release the fabric. Hendery sighs in relief, only to experience a similar mishap soon after again.Â
  âYou forgot to thank me, you poor-mannered lad.â You smirk at his misfortune, tweaking the clothing harder than last time, feeling amused that your boyfriend always falls into this trap by forgetting to express his gratitude when you just decide to have a little mercy on him.
  âP-please Miss I am sorry for not remembering to thank you...ahhhâŠplease Iâll be good...just spare me some mercy pleaseâŠâ
  âHow should I believe that you will have the brain to remember such basic manners next time, you airhead?â
  âI-I will endure whatever it takes for you to believe in me, Miss. I am truly sorryâŠâ
  âWhatever, huh?â You mock his tone while shoving both his undergarments down his ankles. âYou are going to take a sound spanking. Better remember to count out every spank and thank me afterward. Is that clear?âÂ
  âYes, Miss. I wonât forget it this time.â
  You swing the ruler in the air, warming your arm up, before striking his bare bottom.
  âOne! Th-thank you, Miss.â
  You smack him again, but harder this time.
  âTwo! Ahh-thank you, Miss.â He kicks his legs, but only to find them restrained with his garments, which just excites him more.
  You then continue to mercilessly redden his ass, interspersing the punishment with some sensual soothing rubs in between to prepare him for the sting and arouse him, and remain the same dynamic and rhythm until the twentieth spank, when you suddenly pick up the pace and inflict him with four consecutive blows.
  âTwenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. Hnngh-thank you, MissâŠâ His voice falters.
  âSee? You are not that bad at calculating. Why did you mess up your math homework that much then?â You ask before smacking him for the twenty-fifth time.
  âTwenty-five...thank you, Miss. I am sorry that I deliberately screwed up because I am just a defiant brat!â
  âThen you promise to do your best in your work in the future?â You inquire, amused by his admittance while continuing his punishment.
  âI will...I promise I wonât let you down ever again, Miss.â He assures you after counting out and thanking you.
  âYou promise you will be a pliant pupil that listens well to his teacher?â
  âAh-twenty-seven, thank you, Miss. I promise I will listen to you and obey you like a good student should do.â
  âVery well. So you should never violate any school rules again, right?â You foreshadow what the plot of your session will lead, before whipping him for the last time.
  âTwenty-eight...thank you, Miss. I promise I will abide by the rules.â He replies obediently, oblivious about the whole thing since itâs arranged as a surprise event.
  âGood boy.â You praise before caressing his sore butt, brushing his inner thighs from time to time as he moans at your sensual touches. âYou didnât just miss out on math, but other subjects as well. Should I take out the other study materials for you so that you have an overall understanding of what you should do?â
  âYes, please. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. May I sit down now?â
  âJust a minuteâŠâ You reply, searching through the schoolbag while taking your mischievous plan to work. âWhat are these doing in your bag, Hendery?â You demand sternly, laying two objects in front of him.
  Hendery becomes speechless at the sight of the large, rounded realistic silicone boobs and the veiny, ridgy dildo.
  âCare to explain what this is for?â You deliberately ask while pointing at the tits. Excitement boils inside you as you expect his answer.
  âThisâŠis to fuck myself between them.â He shamelessly responds, with a devilish grin and a twitching dick, indicating his liking toward this turn of the plot.
  âHow about this?â You motion at the dildo.
  âThis is what I use to get a hot girl like you to fuck me to paradiseâŠâ He smirks dreamily, thinking of what you will do to him with it as you smirk at his sudden compliment.
  âNow I see the main reason that your grades are slipping. You are not only unwilling to study hard, but also you are a lecherous slut! You should know well porno stuff is obviously prohibited in school, but I remember you promising me that you will not break any rule just now?â
  âIt was too late then, I already brought them before promising you.â
  âThat still doesnât justify your behavior. You should be punished again. Remember you saying that you will obey me?â You grin knowingly as you lightly patted the ruler against your palm.
  âYes, Miss. Please punish me all you want as long as you wonât tell the authorities.â
  You simper at his literal beg to get punished. âWhy should I report you to my superiors,â You position the fake boobs right under his face, âwhen I can have all the fun and enjoy the little show myself?â You tap the ruler against his ass once again. âNow suck it just like what you will do to your dream girl, filthy boy whore. You may not be the best at your studies, but youâd better not disappoint me with this.â
  Hendery happily commences engulfing the artificial mound while grimacing at the blooming tingle on his behind. The lewd sounds of him greedily slurping and lapping on the toy, the sight of his body squirming under your punitive ruler, and the corruptive contrast of his aristocratic profile doing the most sordid thing ever, all turn you on with the growing need for him to pleasure you.
  âAre you wiggling your naughty ass just to direct me to hit where you crave the pain the most, you seamy little slutboy?â You comment on his writhing backside as he nods in affirmation while continuing servicing the tits.
  âPerhaps you will love it when I abuse you here, right?â You wickedly tuck the ruler between his cheeks, earning a moan from him.
  âWould you like sucking real tits, or maybe you just prefer fawning over silicones?â You sneer, knowing the answer too well as you rub the ruler on his rear entrance.
  âI love real beautiful boobs more, of course, especially those of yours, MissâŠâ Hendery replies through moans, finally looking up at you from the saliva-covered toy while not forgetting to flatter you.
  âHmm you finally know how to properly treat your teacher now, huh?â You remark as you unbutton your blouse then free your boobs from the lacy cups. âWorship them.â
  Hendery starts sucking on your breast after an admiring stare. âSince youâve got your mouth worked up, I think I should stuff your other orifice tooâŠâ You say while coating both his ass, your fingers and the dildo with profuse lube. After gradually adding fingers to stretch him wide enough, you begin to slam into his needy prostate with the dildo, savoring the feeling of his wetness and vibrations coating your sensitive areas as well.
  Both his hands grab and fondle the base of your boobs for support as his knees buckle a little at the sensation deep inside his behind. You tangle the fingers of your free hand into his hair, forcing him to make eye contact with you with a firm tug.
  âWhy do you turn to sex toys and risk bringing them to school, while your teacher is here to counsel you with both your studies and insatiable needs?â
  âB-because I want you to f-fuck and punish me for being a slutâŠâ He flicks his tongue on your erect nipple after replying.
  âIs this why you got yourself in detention in the first place? Acting bratty in hopes of the opportunity to get some sexy discipline?â
  âMmm yeahâŠâ Your âstudentâ that used to be so deviant is now moaning mindlessly between pants and sucking while looking up at you so lovingly yet indecently, urging you to ram his ass even harder and faster. Blissful tears start to stream out of his lust-filled eyes as you shove his uniform jacket down below his shoulders, loosen his tie then undo his first few upper buttons to turn him into a disheveled mess even more. Seeing him rendered to a state like this plus the stimuli on your nipples cause your core to drip with satisfying needs.
  âSuch a messy needy baby...do you want to cum?â You coo as he quickly nods in response.
  âThen will you manage your time well and complete your assignment properly?â
  â...Yes, I will, Miss.â
  âWill you be respectful to your teacher from now on?â
  âMmm of course I will, especially to my favorite teacherâŠâ
  âLast but not least, will you turn to your teacher for help when necessary instead of wanking with stupid toys?â
  âDefinitely, because my teacher feels so much betterâŠâ
  âGood. Now you are allowed to cum as much as you want.âÂ
  Hendery cums after muttering some gratitude, not forgetting his manners this time. You indulge in a slow sensual kiss with him afterward, drawing him out of the orgasmic haze while whispering some praises to him, slowly guiding him back to his senses as well as doing a quick clean-up of body fluids.
  âDid you know you just came with your dick completely untouched?â You playfully taunt.
  âI know you are that goodâŠâ He sheepishly grins at you.
  âNow one more thing for you to do as a reminder to always be a good boy.â You gesture toward the blackboard. âWrite 28 repeated lines of âI will respect my teacher at all timesâ.â
  âSure.â He quickly answers while reaching down to pull up his trousers.
  âDid I give you permission to re-dress?â You disapprovingly question.
  âNo, MissâŠâ He slightly blushes. âBut itâs so embarrassingâŠâ He mutters in protest while wobbling toward the board. covering himself.
  âThatâs the purpose of this punishment, making you so humiliated and disheveled that you will never forget your lesson.â
   Hendery sighs while picking up the chalk, and starts scribbling down the requested line. The first ten lines look passable but after that, his writing begins to get sloppy.
  âRewrite this.â You erase the line that you deem intolerable.
  âBut-â
  âNo âbutsâ, unless you want some thrashing again.â
  Your schoolboy groans but still has no choice but to comply, peeking at the board eraser in your hand while making efforts to win your approval. Finally, he reaches the 28th line without the need for you to demand him to rewrite anything.
  âWell done, thatâs my good boy.â You continue to compliment his obedience and hard work, embracing him while massaging some cool lotion into his still rosy ass, before helping him to re-dress.
  âDo you like my way of discipline?â
  âA lot. But you hit me so hardâŠâ He jokingly glares before nuzzling against the crook of your neck, planting some wet kisses on it.
  âI am already giving you enough privilege to suck my tits for this long, so be grateful.â He whines in response upon hearing this but holds on you even tighter, while subtly grinding against your chest.
  âHappy birthday.â You utter affectionately, completely immersed in the intimacy while sensing his gorgeous features beaming in return.
  âHappy Teacherâs Day.â
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43+45 for kaspbroughzier or streddie
anon! hello! a million years later, and your fic is ready! are you even still here? i hope so â€ïžđ§Ąđđđđ
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i had to go with the kasproughzier cause i love those goofs and also sonia is the perfect no, really you donât want to meet my family.
the prompts were âtrust me, you donât want to meet my familyâ + âyou may technically be an adult, but you are still my child.â
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read it on ao3
Little Dashes of Doom
âEh-Eddie, your phone is r-ringing,â Bill says. Itâs the tenth time in the last half hour.
âJust turn it off, Bill. Iâm not going to answer it.â Eddie doesnât look up from his computer.
âBuh-But itâs your ma.â
âI know, Bill. I already told her when I was coming home. She can chill.â He sounds tired, and Bill just wants to wrap him up in a blanket and make him relax between him and Richie. This semester had really kicked all of their asses.
Bill watches the phone as it stops ringing. It dings a moment later with a voicemail. Bill picks it up and turns it off. He kisses Eddieâs hair as he sits it on the table next to him.
âH-Howâs the puh-aper coming?â Bill asks as he opens up the fridge. Bill himself had just finished his own last final just a few hours before.
âI hate fucking Shakespeare,â Eddie growls.
âTh-That good, eh?â
Eddie doesn't respond while Bill looks through the fridge. He finds a beer and heads to the couch where Richie is playing on their shared Switch. His legs are spread awkwardly, one up and over the back of the couch, the other hanging down by the floor. Bill sits in between his legs, pulling Richieâs leg into his lap.
âHey, babycakes, you ok?â Richie asks without looking up.
âIâm ok.â Bill takes a sip of his beer. âYou ok?â
âYeah, fine. Why wouldnât I be? Shit! I just fucking died!â He sighs and lets the Switch fall to his chest. âWhat are we doing for food?â
âWe have l-leftover p-pizza,â Bill says.
Groaning, Richie sits up and tugs himself closer to Bill with his legs. He leans close and kisses Billâs neck.
âI am so tired of pizza.â Richie scrapes his teeth against Billâs chin. âMaybe Iâll just have you for dinner. How does that sound?â They giggle and Eddie huffs from the kitchen.
âUgh, rude of you to start without me,â Eddie grouses, but thereâs no real heat to his words.
Bill and Richie giggle again.
âS-Sorry, E-Eddie!â
âWe were just discussing dinner.â Richie kisses Billâs neck again.
Giggling, Bill pushes him away. âShhh⊠St-Stop.â
Richie just pulls him closer and they giggle again.
âIf I fail my final, it will be all your faults!â Eddie yells.
âWh-What d-do you want for d-dinner?â Bill asks.
Eddie is silent for a minute. âSurprise me.â
Bill turns and kisses Richie. âWeâre guhânna go p-pick up dinner.â
âWe are?â Richie asks. Bill nods. He holds his hand out and Richie takes it. They go to the door, tug on their coats and boots. Itâs cold outside, but Bill just holds tightly to Richieâs hand.
âWhere to, Big B?â Richie asks after theyâve climbed in the car.
Bill shrugs. âI donât care.â He thinks for a minute. âWh-Where do youââ
âI already told you what I wanted.â Richie winks.
Leaning back against the passenger seat headrest, Bill smiles at him. âOk, b-but like a-actual food, Richie.â
âUgh, youâre no fun,â Richie says. They talk for a few more minutes and end up going to the local diner. They get pancakes, fries, salad, and pie. Sometimes Eddie has trouble eating when heâs stressed, and they want to make sure to get him something heâll eat.
When they get back, Eddieâs computer and his books are in a neat stack. The bathroom door is closed and they can hear him screaming at someone.
âI am working on my finals, mommy!â Eddie screams. Richie and Bill hesitate in the doorway. They look at each other but creep in. Itâs been a while since Eddie had gone off like this. When theyâd first met him a few years back, heâd yelled a lot more. Richie liked to tease that he was a feral chihuahua until Eddieâd absolutely lost it and tried to beat Richie up. It hadnât gone well; Richie was so much taller than him and he had just pulled him into a hug, apologies sliding off his tongue. He promised to never do it again. After that, there were less and less explosions until there were none.
âNo! No! You listen! Iâm doing my work. Iâll be home in three days. Three! You have myââ Eddie pauses. âPlease, would you justââ
Richie puts the food on the table and Bill clears away Eddieâs school work.
âGod damnit, mom! They are not my roommates, they are my boyfriends. We have been over and overââ Another pause. âWell maybe I wonât come home then!â Thereâs another pause followed by a loud banging sound and then Eddie begins to sob.
Bill and Richie look at each other as they sit there listening to Eddie cry and yell at himself. Bill canât quite make out everything heâs saying, but he knows itâs not good. He hears things like pussy, and coward, and little bitch. Things that heâd been told his whole life. Things Bill had thought heâd worked through.
Bill had apparently been wrong.
âIâm gonna go get him,â Richie says, and gets up. Bill catches his hand, and shakes his head. They sigh.
âWuhâne m-more m-minute.â He swallows hard. Richie sits back down slowly. Bill hates this just as much as Richie, but he doesnât want to push Eddie too hard.
Slowly, Eddieâs sobs lessen. Bill wants to get up and go to him, but still he hesitates. Richie leans into his space and rests his head on Billâs shoulder.
âCan we go get him now?â Richie asks.
Bill licks his lips. Heâs about to say yes when they hear the bathroom door open, and Eddie sees them as soon as he looks up.
âOh,â he says softly. His eyes are red and puffy. He swallows hard several times. âI-Iââ And then tears fill his eyes, and his face crumbles, and Richie and Bill go to him, pull him close and let him cling to them as he cries.
âItâs ok, Eddie, weâve got you,â Richie murmurs into his hair. âWeâve got you.â
âL-Let it out, b-baby,â Bill whispers.
Eddieâs fingers dig into Billâs shirt as he sobs. His whole body is shaking and Bill wishes he could find Sonia Kaspbrak and give her a piece of his mind, but he tries to push these thoughts away as he kisses Eddieâs hair.
They sit on the couch, and it takes a long time for Eddie to calm down. Even after heâs stopped crying, he still clings to them. He whines when Richie pulls away.
âIâll be back, my love, just going to get you some water,â Richie says as Eddie grips his shirt hem.
âBut Iââ Eddieâs hoarse, and Bill canât help but feel sorry for him.
âI-It w-will help,â Bill says. He reaches out and pulls Eddieâs hand free. âIt will help.â Slowly, Eddie lets go and lets Bill lace their fingers together. He leans back into Bill and closes his eyes.
After Eddie drinks his water, he looks around at them with heavy sad eyes. Heâs cradled between them, both of them pushing into his space.
âIâmâIâm sorry,â Eddie says.
âWhat for, love?â Richie asks. He strokes Eddieâs hair, kisses his temple.
âBecause IâBecause Iâm such a freaking mess,â Eddie whispers.
âYo-Youâre n-not a m-mess.â Bill kisses Eddie behind his ear and Eddieâs eyelashes flutter a little.
âYour mom is a fucking cunt,â Richie says.
Bill frowns at him. Eddie usually freaks whenever someone says something bad about his mom.
âYeah, she is,â Eddie says.Â
Bill and Richie make shocked noises. Bill squeezes him.
âIâm just so tired of her. Sheâs...â His voice waivers and takes a deep breath. âI have to use the bathroom.â Eddie gives them each a kiss before he gets up.
Once the door is closed, Richie looks at Bill, scowling.
âWhat the fuck is that bitchâs problem?â Richie growls.
âI d-donât kn-know.â Bill sighs. He scoots closer to Richie. âI h-hate her so much. Itâs been s-such a l-long t-time si-sinceââ
âYeah, heâs been doing so good.â Richie huffs. âI just wish I could meet that bitch just one time so I couldââ
âTrust me, you donât want to meet my mom,â Eddie says. Richie and Bill jump, neither of them had heard the toilet flush. âCâmon. Iâm hungry.â
Sharing glances, Richie and Bill get up and follow Eddie into the kitchen. Heâs sitting at the table, pulling the food out of the bag and frowns at the fries.
âAww, fuck, theyâre cold.â Eddieâs lip trembles a little. âIâm sorry. I should have waited to call. I just finished my final and Iââ
âN-No, b-baby. Itâs ok. Th-The fries wâill heat up,â Bill says.
âYeah,â Richie agrees. âThatâs why God invented microwaves, right?â He picks up the container and throws it in, pushing buttons quickly. âSee? Itâs fine.â
Sniffling, Eddie wrinkles his nose. âNuked fries taste so gross.â
âI think we got some cheese and Ranch. That will help.â Richie goes to the fridge as Eddie looks at the rest of the food and looks up at Bill.
âYou two are the best, do you know that?â Eddie asks. Richie kisses his hair as he wraps his arms around Eddieâs shoulders.
âN-No you,â Bill says.
Wrapping his fingers around Richieâs forearms, Eddie kisses his inner arm. âI love you both so much.â
âWe love you, too.â Richie pulls away as the microwave beeps.
After they eat, they curl up on the couch to watch TV. Theyâre all crossed limbs and elbows in stomachs and pulled hair, but they donât really care. Eddie just lets the others hold him close, pet his hair, kiss him.
âAre you doing better?â Richie asks after a bit. Eddie shrugs.
âWh-What happened?â Bill asks.
Eddie shrugs again. âJust the usual. I finished my paper like right after you left, so I decided to call her before she called the police like she did that one time, and she said since I was done with my finals that I needed to come home right away. When I said I want to stay with you two, that my ticket is nonrefundable or exchangeable, she said she didnât care about the cost, that sheâd pay andâŠâ He sighs. âShe just wouldnât listen. She kept saying, âYou may be an adult, but youâre still my child.ââ He huffs. âIâve been financially independent from that old bag for over a year. She has no right to say shit like that to me any more.â
âN-No, she doesnât,â Bill agrees.
âHonestly, she never should have talked to you that way, ever,â Richie says. Eddie leans a little closer to him. He plays with the strings on Billâs hoodie.
âI know,â Eddie whispers.
Bill can hardly believe what heâs hearing. His heart fills with pride and he pulls Eddieâs legs into his lap and cups Eddieâs face in his hands before kissing him so, so gently. When they pull apart, Bill pushes his forehead into Eddieâs forehead.Â
âL-Love you,â Bill whispers. When he pulls back, Richie presses his own kiss into Eddieâs temple.
âYou know, you donât have to go,â Richie says. âYou can come home with us.â
âO-Or we c-could go wi-with you,â Bill says.
Eddie shakes his head. âIt will be ok.â
Sighing, Richie shakes his head, no. âYou shouldnât have to deal with her alone. Let us come with you.â
âI couldnât ask you to do that,â Eddie murmurs.
âY-You dâidnât. Weâre t-telling you. Weâre coming wiâth you,â Bill says. Richie smiles at Bill.
âYou really donâtââ
âEds, you may as well give it up. Weâre coming with you, and if your mom canât deal, well, fuck her, and weâll leave early.â Richie pauses. âIn fact, plan on it. Weâll all have to change our tickets, call our families, but weâll split up the break evenly. It will be fun.â
âWe canât afford that!â Eddie protests.
âY-Yes we c-can! I just got p-paid for thâat piece I wrote a why-while back,â Bill says.
âNo, Bill, you were going to use that for a new computer!â Eddie says.
âIâll j-just st-steal yours.â Bill strokes his arm.
âYouâre ridiculous,â Eddie murmurs, but thereâs a small smile on my face. He sighs and leans into Richie. âYou guys are the best, do you know that?â
âN-No, you.â Bill laces their fingers together.
âYeah, spaghetti, youâre the best.â Richie kisses his hair.
Eddie closes his eyes, and settles back.
âWe d-donât have to m-make any d-decisions tonight,â Bill says. âW-We can t-talk t-tomorrow.â
âOk,â Eddie says. He sighs again and sits up. âYou guys wanna do something?â
âLike what?â Richie asks.
âPlay Mario Kart?â
âOnly if you don't cry when I kick your butt!" Richie says as he pulls himself free and gets up to set up the Switch. Eddie scoots around and leans into Bill's side.
"Yeah, we'll see who cries, Tozier!" Eddie teases.
Bill knows it is a toss-up between the two; they are both really good. It's Bill that's going to be the loser, but he doesn't really care. He's terrible at video games, but he loves being with his boyfriends.Â
He sits there listening to them argue about who is the worst player and waits to be handed a controller. He loves listening to them bicker like this, and he knows Eddie bickering is a good sign. Licking his lips, Bill leans into Eddie, eyes closed for a moment.Â
"You ok, Bill?" Eddie asks as Richie's attention falters. He's fighting with the cords and cursing under his breath.
"Yeah, I'm good." Bill takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Love you so much."
Eddie squeezes his hand. "Love you."
"Got it!" Richie says triumphantly. He tosses a couple of controllers at them and sits near the TV. "You two losers ready?"
"Shut up, buttmunch," Eddie says. "Get ready to eat my dust!"
"Bring it!" Richie says.Â
Bill struggles with his controller and gets settled. He knows the next couple of weeks are going to be hard. Eddie had agreed tonight that they would change their winter break plans, but that doesn't mean that it isn't going to be a struggle. He knows Eddie wants to break free, but Bill knows it isnât easy; Sonia has a firm grip on her son.
Bill is not looking forward to the back and forth that is inevitably coming, but he decides there is no point in worrying about that now. Right now, Eddie is happy, Eddie is safe, and the three of them are going to have a good night. Tomorrow is future Billâs problem, and tonight all he has to worry about is not driving the wrong way on the track. He knows everything will be ok.
#kaspbroughzier#bill denbrough#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#it#it chapter 2#i love these losers so much#i'm sorry it took so long#life got hectic#then i took a writing break#i hope you like it.#Anonymous
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Electric Love pt1
Ok I guess I gotta do something to gain followers
Y/N POV
I never meant to be a mystery, a freak show, I just wanted peace. Â For about three years now I have been chased by people in protective suits. Â It just so happened that one day at school I blipped out of reality. Â I've been isolated ever since.
**Flashback **
'Yet another boring day at middle school.'  I thought as I walked the dull looking halls.  Kids were walking back and  fourth through the corridors.  I spot my friend in the cafeteria.  I call their  name but they don't respond.  A plot pops into my head as I walk up to them.  I slow my pace and attempt to doge all the other kids.  I creep behind them and place my hands on their shoulders.  "Boo!"  They jump really hard and snap their head back to.  "Ow!  What the heck Y/N!"  I roll my eyes and sit down next to them.  "Stop complaining, it didn't hurt that much"  they rub their shoulder.  "No, it felt like an electric shock"  They pull down their sleeve to reveal a red mark spreading across their skin.  "Woah, we should get you to the nurse"  I grab their bag and help them up.  They give a small thanks and start walking.
We get to the nurses office and knock on the door. Â A muffled "come in" Â rings through. Â We walk into the sterile room. Â Bright lights shine down on the white floors almost blinding me. Â "What can I do for y'all?" Â The nurse, Ms. Prior asks. Â I came here a lot in sixth grade so we got to know each other well. Â We approach the desk and tell her what happened. Â She stands up and gets an ice pack for y/f/n while we sit down. Â When Ms. Prior walks over she hands my friend the small bag and smiles at them. Â She sits back down at her desk and starts typing on her computer. Â She takes a small look at me and looks surprised at something. Â "Y/N, I thought your eyes were e/c," Â this confused me. Â "Yes ma'am, they are, why?" Â She simply sighs and hands me a mirror. Â I look into it and see an inhumanly gray pair of eyes looking back at me.
We stayed in the nurses office until the bell rang signaling that we were late. Â We say goodbye to Ms. Prior as she hands us excuse slips and we make our ways out. Â I head into math class while y/f/n goes to science. Â I get many stares as I put the small pink slip on the teachers desk and make my way to my seat. Â
The day goes on while I try not to touch anyone. Â I still bump into people in the halls though. Â They seem to almost cry out in pain when I slightly brush them. Â I always apologize and try to avoid anyone else. Â Afterwards I see them at the office.
'At last, home'  I think as I walk into the familiar building.  I say hi to Gurtude the desk lady.  I walk up a the stairs and pull out my set of apartment keys.  My mom is waiting on the other side when I walk in.  "Y/N,"  she says in a dangerous tone.  "Come here."  I do as she says, afraid of what to come.  "I got a call from your school today, they said that you were hurting kids."  "No, ma'am, they were just accidents". I knew that  it was pointless to argue but I try anyways.  "That many?"  I look down in shame.  I couldn't help it, I always feel a small weight in my chest when I get lectured.  "Look at me when I speak to you"  I look up at her, making eye contact.  She gasps.  "Your not my daughter"  She murmured "W-what?"  I stutter out.  She grabs my chin and starts examining my face.  Her nails dig painfully into my skin. "Mom! It's me! Stop!" I try to get her to stop.  I grab her arm and she shrieks.  She pulls it out of my grasp.  The same red mark that was on y/f/n shoulder was on her wrist.  Tears well up in my eyes when she grabs her phone and taps the buttons that beep three times.  It rings a few times when the person on the other side picks up.  A muffled "nine, one, one, what's your emergency?"  When I heard those words I sprinted out the door.  Down the stairs and out the doors of the apartment.
End of flashback.
Here I am now, three years later, Â hiding out in an abandoned house. Â I was only thirteen when I left. Â It was for the better. Â Now I can't hurt anyone else. Â I've learned to control the shocks a little more. Â I've practiced on myself to control the pain and power of the shock. Â I also learned how to shut off the power all together, the only thing that never changes is the horrific color of my eyes.
I was sat down on the floor shocking my arm. Â Whenever I did this I would slowly increase the pain. Â Starting with the kind of shock that normal people get after going down a slide, to the shock that you feel when you touch an electric wire, to the type where you feel like you got touched by a taser. Â I've desensitized myself to it, it doesn't even hurt anymore.
This went on when I heard a pounding on my door. Â The men. Â I've had to switch my location so many times because of them. Â I grab my scuffed up backpack and run to the window. Â I open it up and start creeping along the side of the building. Â I get to an emergency exit and start climbing down the ladder. Â Every time I move I plan out an escape route. Â I'm very careful to make sure I always ended up somewhere hidden. Â Apparently I wasn't as careful this time because when I reach the small secret ally I planned to hide there were more. Â Some dressed in white lab coats, holding clipboards, looking up at me eagerly. Â Others were dressed in protective armor and helmets. Â One person caught my eye though, a young boy dressed in jeans and a green collared shirt with a lab coat on the outside. Â He seemed to be my age, when we made eye contact the world around me seemed to freeze. Â 'No' I think. Â 'You can't be distracted by another thing right now' Â I snap out of my thoughts and hop down cautiously. Â Everyone just stares at me, not knowing what to do. Â
A small smile creeps on my face as a plan forms in my head. Â I tilt it to the side, to look like I was surveying them. Â "Hey! Â Good to see you guys again" Â I say in a way that I was sure to catch them off guard. Â 'Now!' Â I think, sprinting out of the small alleyway. Â Into the streets. Â I follow where my feet take me and keep running. Â I start to slow down after a while. Â I've lost them. Â Or at least that's what I thought until a hand grabs my arm.
My head snaps around to be met with a pair of sorrowful blue eyes. Â It's the same kid from before. I wanted to shock him but I couldn't find the strength in me to do it. Â Something inside me stops me from doing it. Â I look down in his other hand and see a small syringe with a clear liquid inside. Â A tranquilizer. Â "Please don't do this." I whisper. Â "I'm sorry" Â he whispers back. Â His voice is calm but frantic at the same time. Â He has a smooth British accent that calms me down in a way. Â He slowly lifts the needle up to my neck. Â I try to wiggle my arm out of his grasp. Â But it's no use, it's too tight. Â I feel a small pinch in my neck as he pushes the liquid in. Â I hear voices from behind us. Â The kid talks to me as the world starts to spin. Â I stop resisting and turn to meet him all the way. Â He puts the syringe in his pocket and holds my other arm, keeping me steady. Â The last thing I hear before I black out was another voice saying. Â "Good job Toby!"
Toby's POV. Â A few hours earlier.
My best friend runs through the halls of the foundation his lab coat flying behind him. Â His blonde hair is messy and he looks exited. Â "Toby!" Â he runs up to me and bends over to catch his breath. Â "Wil- Wilbur wants you in the garage. Â He-" Â he pants, trying to finish his sentence. Â "He says he has something he wants you to see." Â I put my arm on his shoulder. Â "go get some water Tommy, I'll go see what he wants." Â he nods and runs off into the break room. Â I go in the opposite direction.
The garage is a big open room with vans lined up in a neat row. Â On the side there are cages for the more dangerous SCPs. Â Wilbur is leaning up against a medium sized van. Â "Toby, your finally here, did Tommy tell you why your here?" Â I shook my head. Â "No" Â He sighs, Â "of course. Â Get in the van, I'll explain on the way." Â He opens the door to the drivers seat and I get into the passengers.
Wilbur keeps his eyes on the two vans in front of us as he speaks. Â "Okay, so, you read the papers on T- 4350, right?" Â "Yeah" Â T - 4350 is a humanoid who has electric properties. Â We don't know too much about it. Â Just that every time we are about to catch it, it always finds a way out. Â Granted, we would always have too little security. Â "Well," Wilbur continues "We got a call talking about someone matching it's description." Â "And how do I fit into all this?" Â Wilbur taps fingers on the wheel. Â "From what we've gathered it seems to be your age. Â We thought you, being the calmest of our two juniors, can help distract it." Â "Ah" Â I guess I'm doing this.
After a few hours we pull up to an abandoned building near the side of the highway. Â It looks like it was falling apart. Â With rotting wood and some missing bricks. Â Definitely the perfect place for someone trying to hide. Â We hop out of the van and walk up to the security guards waiting by the side of the building. Â We determined that me, Wilbur and the other scientists will wait with some guards at the point where we estimate it uses to come and go while everyone else goes into the apartment.
We wait in the dusty ally for the SCP to be flushed out. Â I'm looking around and fiddling with my lab coat when Wilbur taps my arm. Â "Look!" Â I look to where he's pointing and see a girl climbing down the ladder. Â She has a black backpack with some patches hanging off. Â Her t-shirt, Â jeans and beat up high tops seem ratty. Â As she climbs down I take note of her y/h/c pulled back into a high ponytail. Â She looks behind her and sees us. Â Me, to be exact. Â Her eyes are a piercing gray. Â She looks scared, dazed, almost. Â I couldn't imagine being her, running away from her problems at such a young age. Â She steps off the ladder. Â A calm demeanor taking over her face. Â She breaks a small grin while she looks around at us. Â "Hey! Â Good to see you guys again!" Â She says. Â I look at Wilbur. Â He seems shocked.
 While we all stare at her I understand what she's trying to do.  I slowly take the pack of tranquilizers from Wilbur's pocket.  I take a syringe from the box.  All of a sudden she takes off running.  I chase after her.  My feet hit the cement hard as I run.  Without thinking I reach out and grab her arm.  She turns to me.  She looks even more beautiful up close.  She sounds terrified when she whispers, "please don't do this."  It almost pains me to respond.  "I'm sorry"  I move my hand up, holding the tranquilizer up to her neck.  Just as it touches her skin she starts to pull her arm.  I keep my grip on her tight though, it's for the best.  I'm surprised she hasn't shocked me yet.  I push the plunger down.  Almost instantly, she starts to calm down.  Facing me fully, she grabs my other arm. I keep my hands under her elbows.  For a second I thought she was going to hurt me but I figured she was too weak to do so.  Instead, she puts all her weight on me.  She almost falls when I hear Wilbur speak behind me.  "Good job Toby!"
Wilbur grabs her from my arms and carries her to one of the cages. Â We load her into the van and drive back to the foundation.
Y/N's POV
The first thing I feel when I wake up is a pounding headache. Â The blinding lights above me don't help. Â I sit up in the small bed I'm laying in and look around. Â The first thing I noticed was a giant window. It took up a whole chunk of the wall. Â Next to the bed is a small table with drawers. Â Theres a table in front of me and a sink to my right. Â I do notice a door on the far side of the room. I'm still in my clothes from before. Â I throw my legs across the bed and stand up to look for a way out. Â I run my hands along the walls.
I continue doing so until I hear a click and a hiss coming from the wall with the door. Â I frantically search for what I did until I hear a deep voice coming from behind me. Â "Hello 4350, I'm Eret. Â I wouldn't try looking for a way out, there is none." Â I turn around. Â "Okay, first off what did you call me? And second, back the frick up." Â He nods head and comes closer. Â "Ah, you have some sass. Â We can fix that." I put my hand up to seem like I will do something. Â I've experimented with my lightning, but never mastered it. Â "I said, back up" Â even closer. Â I try to concentrate all my energy to my hand. Â All of a sudden a bright light explodes from my it. Â Yes! Â I wasn't trying to hurt him, just rock his boat a little. Â The light is cut short.
 I see the man, Eret, I think it was.  I saw Eret standing in front of me, unfazed.  He twitches his head and two guards storm the room.  They grab my arms.  Eret walks closer to me and sticks his finger under my chin.  "You won't try that again, do you understand me?"  I don't respond, just tilt my head down and try to bite him.  He pulls his finger away and laughs.  "I'll get something out of you soon sweetheart."  He walks out, his hands behind his back.  The guards walk out soon after him.
For the next few weeks many doctors come in to ask me questions. Â Some stay where they are, others get too close for comfort, ending with them getting a small shock. Â Not enough to leave a mark, just a warning. Â I could tell I was beating them down. Â I might have a chance of escaping.
The days were mostly the same, wake up, get served my "breakfast", if you could even call it that. Â Next some doctors would come in and ask me questions. Â I try to keep it as vague as possible, just to tick them off. Â They would try at that for a while, until they realize that it was futile. Â I got lunch and dinner somewhere in between all that. Â It was like that. Â Day, after day, after day. Â But today, instead of sending in some doctors they sent in the boy from before, and another.
"Hey," Â the brunette said in a soft voice. Â I can feel myself shrink back against the wall. Â I got that feeling, the one I had when I first got caught. Â Like I wasn't, no, couldn't hurt him. Â "Hey, it's me, do you remember me? Â I'm Toby, this is my friend Tommy," Â he points to the blonde behind him. Â He gives an awkward wave. Â I giggle softly at his actions. Â "Yeah, that's it. Â we're not going to hurt you" Â I look back at Toby. Â "That's what they all say" Â He laughs at this. Â "Yeah, I know, I've seen." Â He takes a step closer. Â Keeping eye contact with me. Â When he sees that I don't react he steps even closer. Â I thought he was going to come even closer, but he just sits down. Â He look back at Tommy and waves him over. Â When he sits down next to Toby I slide down the wall. Â "Can you tell us about yourself?" Â I nod my head. Â "Good, what's your name?" Â His soft tone convinces me to talk. Â "Y/N" Â he smiles. Â "That's a beautiful name, how old are you?" Â "Sixteen," Â his smile gets even wider. Â "Same, can you tell us when you ran away?" Â "Three years ago" Â he nods his head. Â "That was very brave, why did you do it?" Â "My mom called the cops on me" Â "I'm so sorry"
Everyday Toby and Tommy come in. Â Everyday they would get a little closer. Â And everyday, I let them. Â I knew that they wouldn't hurt me. Â I trusted them. Â We got so far that we shared a group hug. Â They have truly became my best friends in this period. Â Toby would stay a little longer than Tommy though. Â Sometimes he would even be there until I fell asleep in the bed. Â Sometimes he would sneak me some food from the lounge. Â He makes being here livable. Â Not nice, no, never nice, but livable.
One morning I woke up to Eret in my room. Â I immediately sat up. Â "What are you doing here?" Â He chuckles. Â "Come with me" Â I rolled my eyes and followed him. Â Bad idea. Â When I walk outside my cell I get swarmed by guards. Â I can tell this isn't good. Â I'm walked to a bigger room where I'm strapped down on a table. Â "What's going on?" Â I'm being hooked up to all these machines. Â A doctor grabs my arm. Â I try to shock them but they don't react. Â Stupid protective suits. Â The doctor hold my wrist down while he sticks a needle in. Â He squeezes the bag it's attached to and I start to feel woozy. Â The last thing I see is Eret standing above me. Â "Goodnight Y/N"
Toby's POV
Tommy and I walk through the halls over to Y/N's cell. Â We've made so much progress with her. Â I just can't understand that feeling I get in my stomach when I talk to her. Â It feels like my heart just flutters.
I walk past the other cells and over to hers. Â I feel the snickers bar in my pocket hit my leg while I walked. Â It was her favorite. Â I brought her one every morning. Â I see Tommy run past me. Â He stops at her cell and yells my name. Â "Toby, you might want to come see this!" Â I pick up my pace and make my way to her cell. Â I look through the window. Â It was empty. Â "No way" Â I walk into decontamination and into her room. Â "Y/N!?" Â "It isn't here" Â I hear a deep voice behind me. Â Eret's voice. Â I Â turn around. Â "What did you do to her?" Â "It, Toby, it" Â I feel anger bubble up inside me. Â I see Tommy walk in. Â Eret spins around to see him. Â "Ah, perfect. Â Boys, I will need you to come with me." Â He says calmly. Â "Not before you tell me where she is." Â He laughs. Â "IT. Â You've gotten too attached to it" Â
We follow Eret through the foundation. Â We are led to a room without cameras. Â Guards force us sit down and makes sure we stay down. Â Eret walks to the side of the room. Â He grabs a small syringe with a purple liquid in it. Â "I'm so sorry it had to be like this boys, but it must be done." Â He walks up to Tommy. Â He uses his hand to push his head up. Â "Eret? Â What is that?" Â Tommy asks frantically. Â "Just some memory serum, don't worry though, you won't remember a thing"
He comes to me next. Â I feel tears well up in my eyes. Â "Eret! Â How could you? Â I've worked with you for hours!" Â He sighs and pushes my head to the side. Â "It was never meant to be" Â he pushes the plunger and my mind went blank...
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âJust a normal nightâ
Inspired by @s-mscottâ - link for the art, please check it out!
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Notes: HEY. THIS IS JUST BEEN SITTING ON MY FILES FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT DKJFHAKJHAKJDFH. Anyway, it's a long time coming. The writing probs isn't as neat or as good as the latest uploads bc of that, but... idk. Hopefully it's good! I couldn't bring myself to edit it again, sorry about that. I hope you can enjoy it anyways and please go check out the artist, @s-mscottâ!
âGuys?â Dick asked, on his tiptoes as he rummaged through every cabinet in the huge kitchen âHey are we out of cereal? I canât find my Lucky Charms anywhere.â
âI think so.â Jason answered âI ate the last of the Lucky Charms last night.â
âYep.â Tim said, popping the âpâ as he slid through the countertop, landing a bit behind Dick âI had the last of the frosted flakes two days ago.â
âFroot Loops?â Dick asked.
âI had those.â Duke answered âSorry.â
âFruity Pebbles?â
 Cass raised her hand, looking at the ground.
âReeseâs Puffs?â
âI finished the box yesterday.â Damian announced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble sink.
âDamn.â Dick murmured and pouted as he closed the cabinetâs door âIâve been craving cereal today.â
âWe can always go get some.â Jason shrugged.
âAt three in the morning?â Duke asked, raising an eyebrow.
âActually, four.â Jason corrected, putting up a finger âAnd yeah, why not? I mean, we had a hard patrol tonight, and if Dick wants some cereal, I say letâs go get some cereal.â
âItâs four in the morning, Todd.â Damian said.
âI mean, the closest Walmart is open 24/7.â Tim interfered.
âYou canât be seriously considering this, Grayson.â Damian frowned at his older brother.
âWhy not? Iâm not sleepy anyways.â Dick crossed his arms and shrugged.
âYes!â Jason hissed âLate night adventures with the baby bats. Letâs roll!â He clapped his hands once, and started to walk out of the kitchen, his siblings following him to the garage.
âOh wait!â Dick said âLetâs ring up Bruce and see if thereâs anything else we need.â
âBold of you to assume heâd know what we need.â Tim interfered.
âYeah, well, itâs worth a shot. Plus, do any of us really want to wake up Alfred to ask him?â Dick said, taking his communicator out of his pocket and placing it in his ear âB? Have a sec?â He asked
âNightwing. Whatâs wrong?â Came the answer, Batmanâs raspy voice flowing through the device.
âOh, nothingâs wrong. Weâre going to take a quick trip to the supermarket, I wanted to ask if you need anything.â
â... At four in the morning?â
âYeah. Do you need anything?â
Bruce sighed.
âWeâre running out of the coffee blend that Tim likes. Alfred the catâs favorite treats have been gone since last week, and Cassâ favorite ice cream is done. Oh, buy Duke that soda he likes, I drank the last can. Also, Jasonâs cookies and that brand of chips you like, we ran out of those. Oh, and buy something with Iron in it, Iâm worried that Damian might not be getting enough.â
âLike spinach?â Dick said, writing it down on his phoneâs notes.
âYeah, thatâll do. Ah, and weâre a little low on milk.â
âOkay. Will keep that in mind. Thanks B, have a nice patrol.â
âPlease donât give the papers any headlines.â
âYou got it, B. Bye.â
He placed the device back on his pocket.
âOkay, thereâs a lot of stuff to buy, so letâs get going. Iâll drive.â
âShotgun!â Jason yelled.
âWeâre taking the S.U.V., one of you will need to ride in the trunk.â Dick said.
âIâll go.â Cassâ eyes twinkled. No one could understand why she was always so fascinated with the idea of riding in the trunk, but she seemed to find it fun and all of them thought that her excitement was cute.
âAlright then.â Dick smiled, ruffling her hair. Her grin grew wider, and Duke set her hair straight again before they got into the car.
âHey, can I play my music?â Tim asked from the backseat.
âDonât force us to listen to the atrocity Drake calls music, Grayson.â Damian complained, arms crossed âLet me play something.â
âUh, Iâd rather not listen to Mozart and Bach while weâre in the car.â Duke protested.
âItâs called classic for a reason, Thomas.â
âDoesnât matter, bat-brat.â Jason said âIâm with him on this one. Besides, universal car rules, shotgun DJâs.â
âSince when?â Tim asked.
âSince now.â Jason said, plugging his phone in.
âUh, I donât think so.â Dick took the cord from him âAccording to âSupernaturalâ rules, âDriver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakeholeâ. So thatâs mine.â
âNo one else watches this show Dickhead!â Jason pulled the cord back.
âDoesnât matter, because Iâm older!â Dick pulled it back again.
âAge is just a number!â Tim pushed himself to the front seat and took the cord back.
âGreat point Drake!â Damian pulled him back by his waist, stealing the cord from him too.
âHey, stop with the fuss, Iâm gonna crash the car!â Dick said.
âMaybe we should just play BeyoncĂ©...â Duke suggested. The car went silent for a while.
âOkay.â Dick said âPut on âSingle Ladiesâ.â
âNo. âHaloâ is her best.â Damian complained.
âUhm, no way? Iâm playing âDrunk in Loveâ, and thatâs it.â Tim shot back.
âAre you crazy? Play âFormationâ.â Duke interfered.
âI like âRun the Worldâ...â Cass said quietly from the trunk.
âYeah, okay,â Tim murmured âWeâll play that.â
The girl smiled as the first notes from the song filled the car.
There werenât many cars in the parking lot, which was expected. They picked up two carts, and Dick hopped inside the one Jason was pushing.
âDude!â Duke started âYouâre in your mid-twenties!â
âLeave me alone, I nearly sprained my ankle today.â Dick stuck his tongue out. No one else questioned anything beyond that. The employees simply sighed, used to the two older brothers and their antics.
âHey Parker.â Jason greeted the nighttime security guard.
âHey. I see you two brought the whole gang tonight.â He answered.
âYup.â Dick smiled.
âSo this is a regular thing for the two of you?â Duke asked.
âAre you really surprised, Duke?â Tim shot back.
âNo. Not really.â
âOkay. First stop, Bruce said we need to get Timâs coffee.â Dick exclaimed, looking at the list.
Jason led the way, Dick grinning like a child on the cart, Cass quietly following as she pushed their second cart, Duke making friendly conversation with her while Tim and Damian kept bickering right behind them.
âOh, wait!â Dick held on to the metal bars âWeâre right next to the cookies and Bruce said weâre out of your favorites, Jay.â He looked up.
âAlright, a little detour then.â Jason turned them around, quickly grabbing his treats âAnyone wants anything else from this aisle?â
âBut... We donât need anything else from the aisle.â Duke pointed out.
âUm, we have a billionaireâs credit card?â Tim said âBruce wonât freak out if we buy a few extra things.â
âUuuh, they have those koala shaped cookies!â Dick hopped out of the cart âHow many do I get?â
âI want one.â Cass said.
âChocolate or strawberries?â
âUh⊠I want both.â She answered.
âOkay, one each for the lady, two strawberries for me...â
âI want a chocolate one.â Tim said.
âMe too.â Damian asked.
âOh, just take twenty boxes, ten of each flavor.â Jason interfered, dumping them on Cassâ cart âWeâll share later.â
âOh my God, those are expensive!â Duke said, exasperated.
âYeah. So?â Jason shot back.
âBruce is a billionaire, bro. He wonât mind.â Dick said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
âYeah, well, itâs easy for you guys to say it. You grew up like that. Itâs kinda hard to accept this when you arenât used to having so much.â Duke answered, scratching his neck.
âHey, I get that feeling lilâ bro.â Jason tapped his back âI spent my childhood in Gothamâs streets.â
âYeah. I mean, I grew up in the circus. I wasnât used to the idea of getting brand new stuff instead of asking for hand-me-downs from our friends whenever I grew out of my clothes.â Dick interfered.
âBut... Just think about it like this.â Jason got closer to him âWe now can get everything we couldnât in the past.â
Duke frowned. Jason nodded encouragingly.
âThat... Doesnât help.â
âI tried.â Jason shrugged. Dick hopped back in the cart âTo the coffee aisle!â He exclaimed, pushing his brother around.
âHang on.â Tim said âThis is where they leave the energy drinks. Let me take some.â
âWhy do you insist on drinking this crap, Drake?â Damian scowled, reading the label in one of the cans âIf you have such a death wish, jumping in front of a train is a much cheaper, quicker alternative.â
âShut up, little devil.â Tim picked up cans from his favorite brand.
âJason, push me a little farther down the aisle, please.â Dick asked âThey keep their iced teas over there.â
âUgh, Grayson, you disgust me.â Damian rolled his eyes.
âDonât be so judgemental Lilâ D.â He smiled, being pushed away by Jason.
As they examined the cans, Dick noticed he had attracted the looks of a middle aged man, a couple of steps from them. He was staring at his hoodie, that contained the frase âI love dickâ printed on it.
âOh,â He exclaimed, smiling at the guy âMy name is Richard. Thatâs why itâs funny.â The man nodded âIâm also queer as fuck, so that makes it better.â He added nonchalantly, and the manâs eyes widened âOkay Jay, I picked up all I wanted, letâs go back.â
âAlright you little shits, back to the coffee quest.â Jason said, leading the way once again. This time, they finally made it to the coffee aisle. Tim crouched down, looking for his favorite blend.
Cass got a little curious once she laid eyes on a colorful package on the top shelf. She picked it up and handed it to Dick.
âRead. Please.â
âThis is an espresso roast. Here it says that it has notes of strawberry? Vanilla and... Sugar cane. Colombian coffee. Seems nice. Wanna take it?â
âYes.â She nodded. Dick dropped it on his cart.
Cass wandered away, still looking at all of the coffee blends.
âHey girlie,â A guy whistled at her, next to his group of friends âNice ass.â
She squinted at them.
âYo, asshole!â Tim screamed, getting their attention âThatâs our sister!â He threw a bag of coffee beans at the guyâs face, causing his nose to bleed.
âHey, who do you think you are?â One of them started to walk up to her brothers. Cass could tell that he wanted trouble, so she grabbed his arm and slammed his face against the shelf, so quickly and brutally that it barely budged, leaving the products unbothered, but the guy fell to the floor, disoriented. She stared at him.
âWe are Waynes.â Damian answered, pacing towards them quietly, hands on his pockets âI suggest you apologize immediately for the troubles, if you wouldnât want to get a hefty lawsuit for your harrasment.â
âUh, sorry bro.â One of them started, a little scared âWe didnât-â
âNot to me.â He interrupted âTo her.â
âWeâre sorry, miss Wayne.â All of them mumbled.
âNow promise you wonât do it again.â Damian added.
âWe wonât do it again.â They started at the floor, next to where their fallen friend laid down.
âGood.â He squinted âHelp your friend up, and get out of my sight.â
They did as they were told, helping his friend walk straight again. As Cass headed back, Dick gently touched her arm, looking up at her.
âHey, are you alright?â She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back.
âDoes this happen often?â Jason asked.
âSometimes.â She shrugged âBut they always say sorry after I break their nose.â
âAyy, thatâs our girl.â Jason praised âAlright, we got the coffee. Where to next?â
âLetâs see... Next item is Alfred the catâs treats.â Dick said.
âHa!â Damian laughed loudly âAs if Alfred would eat the... peasant treats that this store offers. No. Iâve already bought the adequate brand from an online shop.â
âOkay...â Dick raised an eyebrow âThen... Cassâ ice cream is next, but I think we should leave that as the last item, so it wonât melt, which leads us to Dukeâs soda because Bruce had the last can.â
âLetâs go then. I think that the cereal aisle is on the way, so weâll get that first.â Jason said, pushing the cart around again.
âWhich ones do we get?â Tim asked, looking through the shelf.
âEverything that has sugar.â Dick answered. His brother began handing him boxes, when they heard a small whisper.
âOh my God, are those...?â A girl said to her friend, attracting the eyes of the siblings. The duo averted their gaze quickly. Cass frowned at them.
âRelax.â Jason smiled, placing an arm on her back âTheyâre probably just... Fans.â
âFans?â She asked, still staring suspiciously at them.
âYeah.â Dick shrugged âI mean, weâre not super stars, but we do hit the papers pretty often. A bunch of people know us here in Gotham.â The girls were looking again, and Dick gave them a small wave, making them giggle âSee? Nothing to worry about.â
âHum.â
âHey there, ladies.â Jason greeted, a cheeky smile on his face âWhat brings you to this fine establishment tonight?â
âWe ran out of energy drinks.â One of them answered âWhat about you?â
âCereal.â Dick answered, lifting two boxes. They giggled again.
âHey, um... can we maybe get a picture?â The girl asked âItâs just that... no one will believe us when we tell them about this.â
âAbsolutely not!â Damian answered.
âNah, donât listen to the little brat.â Jason said âGo ahead.â
Dick held up the boxes again, smiling as Jason made a âcrazyâ motion with his hands. Tim turned around as the photo was being taken, turning him into a blurr with tired eyes.
âCan we get some selfies too?â The other one asked, grinning.
âNo!â Damian protested again.
âOf course you can!â Dick said âDuke, Cass, come here.â He called.
All of them gathered around the cart Dick was staying at, even Damian. He didnât look so pleased as the photo was taken, but neither did Cass.
âThanks. You guys really are nice.â The first girl said.
âOh, you have no clue on how nice I can be.â Jason winked, making her blush âTell you what, why donât I give you my phone number and you can text me those pictures later, hm?â
âSure.â The girl bit her lips as Jason scribbled his number on her wrist.
âYou are such a flirt.â Dick rolled his eyes as the girls walked away.
âWhat, like you arenât?â Jason snorted, pushing him away, looking for where they kept the soda.
âI think Cass didnât like that interaction very much.â Tim whispered to his older brothers, who turned around to find a frowning baby bat. Jason chuckled.
âWhatâs wrong, sis?â She scowled at him âOh, câmon, donât get jealous.â He threw an arm around her shoulder âYou know youâll always be our number one girl, but a guy has his needs. And sometimes, a guy needs a date.â
Cass pushed him away, rolling her eyes as Duke placed five soda cans on her cart.
âWhy would you even drink this sugar filled monstrosity, Thomas?â Damian asked, reading the labels âGrandfather wouldnât even feed his prisoners something as revolting as this.â
âBecause, Bat-brat,â He said âWeâre all entitled to enjoy at least one or two things that may ultimately be responsible for our deaths.â
âI suppose.â He murmured, lifting an eyebrow âYou make much finer points than the rest of them. Father has been looking for heirs in the least suitable places, I assume.â He clicked his tongue âItâs a good thing Iâm here to help.â
âOkay...â Duke answered, raising his eyebrows and averting his gaze. There was only so much strangeness that he could handle.
âGreat, now we need to get my chips and spinach.â Dick stated.
âSpinach?â Tim asked âWhy spinach?â
âB thinks Damian may have been needing more iron in his diet.â Dick shrugged.
âAaw.â Tim said âThatâs actually kinda cute. Do you think he ever worries about our diets?â
âDonât be stupid Tim, of course he doesnât.â Jason answered.
âHe does.â Dick shot back âHe worries about us, he just... Really, really, really, reaaaally sucks at showing it sometimes.â
âPotatoe, potatoe.â Jason murmured.
âYeah, whatever. Keep me moving Little Wing, we have stuff to pick up and my tiredness is catching up to me.â Dick pointed forward.
âSure. But the chips are in the opposite direction.â
âWell turn me around then, do you want me to look like an idiot?â Dick said, a little exasperated.
âI wish you had an off button sometimes.â Jason sighed as he made his way to the chips section.
An employee, mopping the floor with a bored expression, looked up from what he was doing when he saw the Wayne gang talking loudly. Dick tried to control his brothers from inside the cart, and had just told Jason to separate a fight between Tim and Damian. Duke and Cass snicker as they saw a bored, six feet tall Jason pushing his much smaller brothers apart.
âYep.â The employee murmured to himself âBillionaires shopping at Walmart at four in the morning. Just a normal night.â
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