#then thought it'd be a dick move to put it here so i'll let you ask if you want it. but i'm not your teacher don't wanna confuse you

[edge-oftheworld]

hiii my friend just told me that if I sent you the 5sos member i think I'm most like, and permission to look at my blog you would psychoanalyze me? i thought that might be fun.

I'm not a huge 5sos fan, but I think I'm most like Calum. I think Michael is my favorite.

omg! i saw your dilithium post too and I hope that's going well, senior (?) chemistry can be brutal. and yeah absolutely!

you're naturally curious and easygoing, and you love novelty and diversity and learning about different ways to do things, different ways to exist, until you find something that comfortably fits you and then the peace you feel about that is so much better than trying to conform with what people say you should be. you get bored and start to feel uncomfortable when things are all the same all the time or when the same handful of people are telling everyone else what to do. part of that comes from being in a minority group, but part of it is just who you naturally are and even if you were white, cis and straight you think you'd still be drawn to people who break the mold.

you're drawn to anyone who's unashamedly themselves, and that's not because you're not yourself but sometimes you're quiet and people overlook you, or you're overlooked because you're well behaved according to their standards, but their standards are made up anyway, so who gave them the authority to judge you using things that don't even exist? it's a common aspec experience--people find reasons to judge who people are with, but when you're not with anyone they scramble for reasons to accuse you of wrongdoing, only to find none and infantilise you instead, focusing instead on the things you're good at, calling you 'career oriented' for not having a partner, not realising that binary is just as false as everything else.

there are things you're good at that you don't really care for, and things you love that you could be good at, and probably will be because you love them, so you're automatically going to spend more time on them. it's common sense, you don't understand why people don't get it.

you're observant and you notice a lot of trends as well as the ways that the world COULD be if people didn't just go through the same motions that this colonial society recommends. you're a dreamer and an idealist. you love philosophy, but only to a point, when it stops having practical applications it starts to go over your head sometimes because when it does that, it stops opening the doors to building community and family and instead starts to feel exclusionary, like that age-old trolley argument that totally disregards ANY sort of creativity and creates a false binary, something you hate.

your curiosity and love for complexity is one reason you're studying chemistry, and you're in so many fandoms! don't let people take that away from you: these things can be wonderous and joyful and you can look at ionic and covalent bonds and think to yourself: I'm most drawn to people who some say are opposite to me (loud, sometimes 'rude' but who makes these social rules anyway) but in other ways are exactly the same. lithium and oxygen are opposites, or are they? how about sodium and chlorine? aren't they more alike than you think? you don't appear like an outcast on the surface but you're committed to authenticity and you're going to go wherever that is, and it sure isn't with the mainstream people trying to hide their whole selves to be cool. they'll learn eventually. you already have.

[fairyrcts]

R U MINE ? , M.S.

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , 3rd person , use of y/n , unprotected sex (not recommended) , semi-public sex ¿ , more (?)

an - just made this is 20 mins while my bf got me mcdonalds :)

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

there weren't any words to describe what y/n felt currently. at the moment, she was getting dressed to see her friend/situationship or whatever the hell he was.

he'd only texted her half an hour ago to get ready and to look nice. she had no idea what he had in store for her.

matt and y/n had met at a party around 3 months ago. to say he was amazing was an understatement. but no matter how much he acted like it, he wasn't her boyfriend.

he'd bring her lunch every day at work, check up on her constantly, compliment her, call her cute names that only belonged to her, buy her things 'just because', but putting a lable on it? no, not happening.

y/n never wanted to upset him by bringing up the fact that she wanted commitment, because she had a good thing going for her. so now, he was clearly taking her somewhere special.

usually, their dates were simple like to a coffee shop or a record store, but now he's telling her to get ready and to look fancy.

was he gonna finally ask? no, she didn't wanna get her hopes up.

she was shooken out of her thoughts by the doorbell ringing. y/n walked down the stairs of her home, her black silk dress going up her thigh just slightly.

she opened the door to matt holding a bouquet of red and white roses tied up in a black bow. her smile went from ear to ear as she saw the sight in front of her.

"well, don't you look gorgeous. here, sweetheart. put em' somewhere nice." matthew handed her the bouquet with a smirk playing on his lips.

"you seriously didn't have to get me these, y'know." she giggled, placing them in the vase just beside the front door.

"of course i did. now, c'mon. we can't be late." his voice was low as he grabbed her hand and walked her to his car, opening the passenger door for her.

after getting in himself, he turned the radio up slightly so it'd play faintly behind their conversation.

"so, what's surprise you've got planned, hm?" y/n hummed, the beach by the neighborhood playing quietly under her words.

"if i told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?" he obviously had a point, but the nosiness couldn't help but get the best of y/n.

"okay, but i wanna know. please?"

matt simply shook his head 'no' as his fingers tapped on the steering wheel.

"pleasee, matt. y'know i hate surprises." y/n's whiney voice only made matt harder than it was when he saw her open that door.

"you're gonna have to beg better than that if you really wanna know, darling." he turned his head to flash her a smile, only making her groan.

of course she acted annoyed, but she was more wet then ever. she squeezed her thighs together to at least make an attempt for her to stop thinking about it.

"please, matt. c'mon, it's not fair. please? i'll be good the rest of the ride."

rest of the ride? matt was damn ready to pull over and fuck her right then and there.

"keep talking like that and there might not be a 'rest of the ride'." he warned. although he didn't even try, his voice just caused a pool in her panties. but then again, anything matt did had that affect on her.

just for shits and giggles, y/n decided to keep it going by teasing him just a bit more.

"oh yeah? and what's that supposed to mean, hmm?" she moved her body so she was leaning on the middle console.

her boobs were basically in his face. he let out a shaky breath, his dick growing by the second.

his eyes wandered her body, fighting to keep his sight on the road.

as he saw the glow of a gas station sign and made the choice to pull over.

he parked his car in a spot around the back, immediately turning his head towards her.

"the fuck made you think you can talk like that? backseat, now." his tone was demanding while the soft sound of arctic monkeys filled the car.

her eyes, filled with lust, narrowed at him before making her way to the back.

matt did the same, only getting out to do so. his hands made it's way to her neck as he began kissing her aggressively.

his movements were harsh, his tongue swirling around in her mouth while she moaned against his mouth.

he took the hand off her throat and started unbuckling his pants. y/n pulled away to assist him.

she pulled his black pants down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers while he unbuttoned his shirt. y/n took off her dress, leaving her in her black lace bra and panties.

matt's dick got hard at the girl in front of him. he started palming himself through his boxers while he mumbled compliments to her.

y/n pulled off his boxers, his cock standing up. her eyes widened as she let out a gasp.

"fuck, c'mere." matt's voice was hurried while he took off her lingerie.

the car floor was now covered in discarded clothes.

y/n moved herself on top of his dick, already lubricated in his pre-cum. matt pushed her hips down on top of him, the two moaning loudly.

he began leaving messy hickeys on her neck while moving her body up and down on his dick.

he muttered small things in her ear, making her moans gradually get louder.

"yeah, nobody fucks you like this but me, ain't that right?" he spoke as his dick unintentionally hitting her g-spot consistently.

"mm f-fuck! only you, m-matt!" y/n moans were music to matt's ears.

he kept pounding his dick inside of the girl riding him. he could feel himself getting close.

"fuck, oh yeah. who's are ya? are ya mine?"

y/n couldn't even form coherent sentences. "i- i mhm. i'm y-yours! fuck!" she knew she was about to cum. the feeling of his cock balls-deep in her cunt was almost unbearable.

her face contored as she came on his dick. her juices coating him only pushed him over the edge as he released inside of her.

"shit, 'm sorry." he panted, breathless. the two of them began catching their breath again as y/n slowly moved off his dick, wincing in the process.

matt picked the clothes up from beneath them, handing y/n hers.

"sorry i made us miss whatever we had planned." she mumbled as she shimmied back into her dress.

matt chuckled. he hadn't even thought about their date.

"it was a reservation to some fancy japanese restaurant."

y/n laughed dryly.

and the rest was a blur. all of her worries had washed away. she was happy to have him, whether he was hers or not.

[bruciemilf]

Something something, Bruce accidentally keeps adopting his friends' wards. It doesn't sit well with his kids.

Diana's been training Yara for a little over a year. She's scrappy, brave, and unafraid to stand up for herself against the world. She reminds Bruce of a dearly beloved Ghost, and even dearer son.

" Oh wow. You're, uh. You're Batman. Love your work. I mean, Princess Di says you should take it easier since mortals don't fight gods, but it's so cool to me that you do. My mom died too! ...Sorry. Can you sign my pegasus?"

"...For?"

" Jerry. I mean, -- Yara! Sorry."

" Meeting new people isn't exactly my forte. It's fine. Is my training plan working for you? We can adjust it together."

"Oh! Well, I have some cool ideas,-"

For some, emotion gets lost when it comes to Batman. They see a wall of stone and tragedy, nothing beyond a twitch of lips reminding them there's a man wearing the cowl, not the other way around.

Dick's mouth is hanging open as he watches the blank expression on Bruce's face, patient with the excitable rambling in front of him. He rarely looks so happy on patrol.

"He smiled at her!"

Damian is very stubborn. He just won't accept it. Not even with the evidence of Diana's student taking a stream of selfies with his Baba, where he even smiles in one of them!

" Don't be ridiculous, Grayson. That's reaching a new low of stupid, even for you."

" Okay, one. I'm a very capable detective who thought YOU the robin ways. If I'm an idiot, you're an idiot."

" ...TT."

" Second... It wouldn't hurt to be home more often. I think he's lonely."

Damian frowns, " Baba deserves better than pity scraps. And you deserve better than forcing yourself to be here when you're not ready. It's unfair to you both."

"...Maybe I'm not an idiot after all."

The real challenge? The superboys.

"It's not that serious, Dames."

" Not that serious?!" Damian hisses when he's sad, it's a well known fact, " He put MY stickers on your bandages. You don't even NEED bandages!"

Jon shrugs, maybe, perhaps, intentionally flaunting the pink dragon stickers on his wrist. Accepting to arm wrestle Cass had been a bad idea, " It's a nice gesture."

Damian points a finger at him, then calms himself with a hollow breath, " I'm going to walk away. My therapist would be extremely proud of me."

But the bets were off when Jason visited.

"...What's your boy toy doing in my room?"

Tim drags a hand over his face as Kon whistles a marry tune, lounged comfortably on Jason's bed like a spoiled cat, " Dad Invited him over for dinner."

" I just figured it'd be nice to settle in! Since I'll be moving in soon and all," Kon smiles very smugly, " Bruce needs someone around since you just hate being here so much. You don't mind, right?"

" You know," Tim figures he should at least try to stop the slaughter, " I think Alfred's cookies are done. Let's go check."

Jason's radiating murder, " I think it's time for you to go home."

" Oh, I'd really love to see you make me."

Tim discovers Kon is immune to bullets, but not to being crashed through a wall.

[gag-me-munson]

The Drive-In

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)

Warnings: MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Graphic descriptions of sex. Oral on Eddie. Unprotected sex. Just... Adults only, thanks ✌️

"C'mon. The movie starts at 9:30, I'll pick you up at 8:45. It'll be fun." Eddie teases your arm with his fingertips, letting them dance up and down as he sing-song's the words to you.

"What was the movie again?" You sigh and lean against his van, looking up to meet his winning stare. If it weren't for those eyes, you'd have never even given him a shot. But Eddie was sweet down beneath it all and he loved to be around you.

"Nightmare On Elm Street." He grins wide and you audibly groan. You'd seen it already, at least thrice, but being with Eddie always was a trip, so you agree.

"Alright, it's a date!" He slaps his hand on the van hood and you can only shake your head and smile at his boyish enthusiasm.

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The weather was still a little chilly so you made sure to wear a sweater that evening. Makeup had been placed just to hide what you thought were your imperfections and you went with a generous and sultry red lip. Eddie's favorite, he called it your "dick sucking lipstick" and it always made you squirm and blush.

A honk outside and you rush out the door, grabbing your purse hurriedly before any questions can be tossed at you. Eddie wasn't exactly a parent favorite, but he was your favorite and that's what mattered.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie begins as you get into the passenger side, shutting the door with quick ease. "God, you look amazing." You can feel his deep brown eyes giving you the once over, looking you up and down before he puts the van into gear. One hand on the wheel, Eddie let's the other trace patterns on your bare leg, the skirt you decided on riding up your thighs.

It's a short and semi-uneventful drive to the outdoor theater and Eddie happens to have the money this time. You know he sells drugs on the sideline to people and you've often smoked joints with him- as in, right now- so it never really mattered how he got the money to spoil you with.

Eddie picks a spot nearer the back and once parked, hops straight out of the van. "Want anything?" He asks as he comes to your side, the window already having been rolled down for the trip.

"Just a blue slushie if they have them." You're simple tonight and after crushing a blunt together on the way here, you were beginning to only have one thing on your mind. He grins his "okay" and you watch his ass in those tight pants as he saunters off, already on cloud nine.

"Just you wait, Munson." You murmur and begin to climb into the back of the open spaced van and settle down, waiting.

"All they had was red," Eddie says about ten minutes later, climbing into the back with you. "But it matches that pretty little mouth of yours, so I figured it'd be okay."

You grin and open the straw from its packaging, placing it into the cup and taking a generous sip, groaning around the straw. You do this just because you know he's watching and when you open your eyes, sure enough, he is.

"Yes, Eddie?" You coo and offer him a drink but he's already busy tracing his fingers up and down your leg to care about a silly slushie.

"Want you... so bad." He leans forward to whisper in your ear, nibbling on your lobe. It causes you to giggle a little bit and then, in the next moment, he's off of you and adjusting the radio.

"Didn't come here to pay for a movie to at least not hear it." He grumbles, toying with his pants as he settles in next to you. Such a stickler for what he pays for, but you get it completely.

The movie begins about five minutes later and as you put a piece of popcorn into your mouth, you catch him staring again. Anything to do with your mouth and you always notice Eddie staring. Watching your fingers move to your lips, watching you suck liquids from a straw and he's there, staring in anticipation and wonderment.

The movie was obviously a clear ploy just to get you into the back of his van and you knew it all along. There was something about making him wait and watching him dance just to get you though, so you had to continue teasing him.

Another piece slowly into your mouth and you suck the butter and salt from your fingers, "Mmmm," you groan, "so good. Sure you don't want any?"

Eddie merely shakes his head and licks his lips, watching you still and you shake your head with a laugh.

"Watching me more than the movie you picked?"

He bites his bottom lip, eyes glazed over and reaches for your hips, dragging you to sit on top of him. His jeans are already tightening from the growing erection you've caused and when you roll your hips on it he moans softly.

"Don't... please stop teasing me, baby." He whimpers under your continued rolling, the friction from the material and his hardening dick become pleasure for you now, too.

"Tell me what you want, Eddie." And you kiss his neck gently, letting your teeth drag down to his collar bone as you move the material of his shirt away to reveal it.

"Want those pretty lips around my dick." He groans and thrusts his hips up as you bite down on his skin, a hiss emitting from his lips. "Please... Now." He begs in a rasping whisper.

You slowly start moving down his torso and as Eddie sits up to remove his shirt you decide to toy with him longer, loving how much he needs you.

It starts with a bite on his nipple, feeling it harden under your teeth and you take your time to lick around it before you kiss down to his belly button. Eddie's breaths are coming in shakes now and he's cursing you under those breaths.

Your hands begin to undo his belt before you're popping off the button and zipping down his fly. Pulling the black jeans down just enough to bare his bulging cock, you grin at his excitement. He needs to be touched so bad, his hands holding onto his shirt in a desperate plea.

Slowly you take his throbbing dick out of his boxers and when your hand connects, Eddie bites the shirt and moans. He's leaking and rock hard, ready for your wet and warm mouth.

After jacking him off for about a minute, you lean over and let your cool breath ghost over his dick before he finally has had enough of your shit and takes the back of your head into his hand and pushes down.

"Fucking finally," he moans loudly and you begin to suck him off at a much quicker pace. You taste the pre-cum and find a moan coming from yourself at his salty taste. His hands play with your hair and keep it out of your face to better see you, but he still has a firm grip and uses it to push you to your limits.

"Good girl... take it all." And he presses your head all the way down until your nose touches his abdomen. He keeps you there for a moment and the eases off, letting you breathe. Your mouth comes off of his dick just for a panting moment, but your hand steadily strokes him. You can feel yourself getting so wet and sticky from hearing Eddie become a moaning puddle of a man and as you sit up, slide your panties off, you notice just how much you need him.

"Want this dick, baby?" He groans and takes over, jacking himself off as you slide your skirt up. All you can manage now is a rather pathetic "Mmhmm." And then you're straddling his hips, moving his hand away in feverish hurry.

"I want you to ride me, babygirl. Then I want you to taste all of what you bring me to."

Groaning at the though of tasting Eddie even more, you slide down slowly and easily around his dick. You both inhale deeply at the closeness and as your ass comes to rest on his leg, you can feel him bucking his hips up again to drive himself as deep as he can into your pussy.

"So warm, God you're so fucking wet." Both your hands are playing, touching, gripping the others hair as Eddie whimpers. You begin to ride him with a certain frenzy, aching around his cock and when you begin to play with your clit, causing you to moan out his name Eddie sputters a string of "fuck's". He loves watching you play with yourself no matter the situation.

"So good, baby. So damn good." His head rests on the seat behind him and as you quicken your pace it's your turn to offer a hiss as he holds your skirt up with one hand, smacking your ass with the other before he grabs it roughly. "All mine." He growls.

"Yes, Eddie," you mewl and let your head fall to your damp chest, hair sticking to your forehead, "All yours."

You take your fingers away from your swollen and throbbing clit and Eddie grins, lifting his head up to put them fully in his mouth, sucking them clean like you did with the salty butter earlier. You gasp out a moan before he releases them with a satisfied smile.

"God you taste so good, even that little bit of you."

You begin to rub your clit and as you feel your orgasm come crashing down you slam onto his dick once more and moan loudly right into Eddie's ear rocking side to side to ride out this even better high.

"Get off me," Eddie growls and as you do you immediately go back down to his dick, slick with your stickiness and start to suck him off again, waiting on his climax.

Eddie takes your head into his hands and begins to fuck your face, only going deep enough to not make you gag.

Without further warning your mouth fills with Eddie's salty cum and he's riding his orgasm into your mouth, demanding that you swallow it all, begging that you taste him.

And you do, you let this brown eyed boy fuck your face into oblivion and once he slows to a stop you suck him good and hard one last time, emitting a twitch from his body before the moonlight catches your face and you noticeably swallow his load.

"God damn.... you are perfect. Come here and let's watch the rest of the movie." He smiles lazily and without even putting your clothes back on yet, you cuddle up, wipe your mouth and feel him plant a kiss on your head.

"Thank you," he mutters into your hair and for the first time in your relationship, you hear the words.

"I love you. Don't ever forget that."

[thatwritterbeach]

one messed up bat .4

Dc masterlist

Batfam x reader x Jason eventually

Summary: The batboys sticking close to y/n

Warnings: self harm, self hate, angst, short sorry

A/N: I do not own dc

"Let's take a little trip around the room and you can tell me where all the sharp things are, or, you can be moved to an unused room and only come in here with supervision," Dick said with his hands on his hips.

"It'd be faster to move rooms, after all I have vigilante stuff in here too."

"I was afraid you'd say that, alright well, grab your pillow and anything else you need. Phone charger or whatever. I'm gonna lock the door when you're done and I will have to let you in-"

"This is ridiculous all my games and books and stuff are in here, not to mention my sewing supplies." (because I said so you now know how to sew, Y/n designs leather goods, handbags, fancy wallets etc. and has dreams of people actually knowing they exist)

"I didn't know you sewed," Tim said looking up from his phone to take in her room.

"I've had a machine sitting in the corner for years now, I thought you were supposed to be smart," she said walking over just so she could flick his ear.

"Hey, ow, I thought it was just girly decoration?"

"I suppose to giant shelf of supplies next to it is also decor," she asked with her head tilted.

"Sewing shears are sharp as hell, no way are you allowed around them without somebody's eyes glued to you," Jason said holding a pair of Italian knifes edge shears.

"Hey put those down they were three-hundred-bucks!" He nearly dropped them at her shout but caught them and set them gently back in their case.

"For scissors," Dick asked in disbelief.

"They could cut your arm off. They're Italian and I love them more than I love any of you."

"You're sleeping in a different room but you can be in her during the day, with one of us here."

She rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut, whatever he needed to tell himself but she knew how this was gonna go. They'd say they were gonna take shifts, but stuff would come up, they would get bored. Tired of following her to the bathroom and sitting outside awkwardly. She'd be a good little pet, keep her skin clear of even a bruise from bumping into something and they would get complacent and lazy, checking up on her once a day. She gave it two weeks before they were leaving her alone again, and a month before they couldn't be under the same roof anymore and she only had to deal with Tim, easy the kid slept and drank coffee, and Damian who she could distract.

"Fine, anyone up for a snack?"

They nodded and she led the way to the kitchen, it was well into the night so it was dark aside from a few motion sensor lights she'd put in herself. (after the boys had said every curse word under the sun from bumping into stuff) She pulled out some chips and the other grabs various foods and drinks.

"We eating in here or you wanna go watch a movie?"

"Movie,"Tim answered starting to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"If you drink that at this hour-in fact if you drink any caffeine after four pm I'll start breaking picture frames to cut myself with the glass," she said snatching the cup from him and dumping it down the drain.

"Oh my God," Dick gasped dropping the bag of popcorn he'd just taken from the microwave.

"But...my coffee," Tim whispered looking at the drain like she'd just flushed his stash.

"Me no slashy you no caffey," she said pulling him into a hug. His arms came around her quickly and held her to him tight enough to make her back crack but neither of them moved. Her eyes welled with tears from the comfort and she tried to pull away but he held on.

"If you don't let me go I'm gonna cry," she warned.

"Go for it, you deserve it."

"If I start I won't stop."

"Oh, Y/n," Jason and Dick said in unison putting down their loot to add their arms to the hug. She was fully surrounded, encased in shear muscle, Tim's arms around her ribs and hands on her back. Dick's arms on top of his more hugging Tim than her but it was fine. Jason's arms were circled completely around her waist and they all took turns placing kisses on her hair. The need to cry and the urge to get away battled inside her but the only way out was teleportation.

"We love you," Dick said finally backing off.

"I second that," Jason said also stepping away.

"Thirdsies," Tim said stepping back to grab her face in his hands. "If you don't want me to drink coffee I won't drink it."

"Nice try, I said caffeine, energy drinks and tea included."

"Damn."

The moment passed they all grabbed their stuff again and headed to the theater room. A half hour into the movie she was the only one awake and she rolled her eye at the predictability, she started to sneak out of the room but Damian came in and snuggled up on her lap in the reclining seat she was in. (picture the Lego Batman seats the red velvet cushy looking ones)

"Tt, so pathetic they couldn't even be trusted to watch you for one night. He was so cute in his little batman pajamas she couldn't help but laugh at him squishing his face in her hands.

"Good thing I have you to look after me then huh?" He batted her hands away like and angry cat and grabbed the remote to change the tv, putting on old cartoon reruns instead. Dick was snoring like a freight train and she felt guilty for keeping him up so late, poor guy hadn't slept since birth. Tim was talking in his sleep something about mergers and 'no you can't sit there you little twat' he watched way too much British tv. Jason was silent and still as the dead next to her on hand stretched out in her direction as if he was offering her a lifeline even in his sleep.

@stormz369 sorry love forgot 😘

9-28-24

[hypewinter]

Dick heard sniffling coming from somewhere. Which was weird to say the least. It couldn't be Bruce. Dick has just finished storming out of his study after another argument and this sniffling was coming from the opposite direction. Besides Bruce didn't cry. He frowned and grunted in displeasure. At most he would get this pathetic kicked puppy in the rain look that always weakened Dick's resolve but he never cried. And it definitely couldn't be Alfred. Dick had never seen the old butler show anything beyond mild disdain in ways of negative emotions. Even when he was angry at Bruce.

So then who was crying? Dick immediately switched to detective mode. He lightened his footsteps and carefully followed the sound down the hall. He crept closer and closer to the noise until he arrived at a door where he could hear hiccupping. The boy prayed that this wasn't one of the creakier doors of the manor as he opened it. It creaked but thankfully not loudly. At least not enough to notify the stranger as the noises didn't let up.

Dick slowly clicked the door closed and waited patiently for his eyes to adjust somewhat to the newfound darkness. Judging by all of the boxes placed all around, this must be one of the many storage rooms around the manor. Dick's mouth set in a firm line as he tiptoed around the boxes, looking for the source of the sound.

As he rounded the corner of one particular stack he caught a flash of green. The sniffling abruptly stopped but the intruder could not stop his hiccups, which had become more frequent. He was panicking. Dick put his hands up in a placating manner, hoping the figure could see his silhouette.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't know anyone lived here," came a whimper. It was low but not deep or gravelly. So a teenage boy? What was he doing here?

Dick took a hesitant step forward but immediately stopped once he saw the boy scramble back. His eyes were adjusting more now aided in the fact that the boy's eyes cast a faint blue glow. Odd. He could have sworn the boy's eyes were green a second ago. One thing at a time.

"Nope, I live here with my d- guardian and butler. Though between you and me, he's more like my grandfather." That earned him a weak chuckle. That was good. He could work with that.

After a beat Dick asked, "Mind if I join you? It feels weird towering over you like this."

The boy shrugged. " 's your house," he replied. Dick took this as another good sign and carefully sat next to the boy.

"Soooo-" he started- "any reason you're crying in a storage room at my home?" It wasn't exactly the most tactful way to go about it but the boy wonder had a feeling that trying to beat around the bush wouldn't work out so great.

He moved to get up but Dick quickly stopped him. "It's okay. You can stay. It'd be pretty heartless to throw you out right now when you clearly have nowhere to go."

"I just- I needed a place to lay low. I thought an abandoned mansion would be a good place." That tripped quite a few red flags in Dick's mind. "Bu- But I'll leave now," the boy quickly said, scrubbing at his eyes.

The boy flinched at that. Okay that was a sensitive topic. Got it. The young hero redirected the boy to a different topic. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mine's Richard Grayson by the way. But you can call me Dick."

"Dick?" the boy repeated.

"Yep," Dick replied, popping the p.

"I.... see."

Dick was honestly surprised the boy hadn't made fun of his name. Many his age often did but then again, not many his age snuck into gothic manors to cry their eyes out.

The boy rubbed at his eyes again before saying, "I'm Danny."

"Nice ta meet ya Danny," Dick said with a beam. He got a nod in return.

Another silence lapsed between the two before Dick spoke up and said, "Say are you hungry? Alfred will probably be preparing dinner around this time. You can join us if you want."

Even in the darkest he could tell Danny's eyes grew round like saucers. "Really?" he asked, incredulous. "But why?"

"Well because you look like you could use some food." And seeing the look on Bruce's face would be priceless.

Danny hesitated a little but after his stomach made up his mind for him by growling, he agreed.

Dick guided Danny out of the room. Once they were in the well lit hallway, he could finally see that the boy was only wearing some tattered jeans and a well loved hoodie. In the middle of Gotham winter. How was this kid not a popsicle? Even his shoes were just some beat up converses. Dick was desperate to know Danny's story but decided to at least wait till after dinner. As to not overwhelm him.

He led Danny to the dinning room where Alfred was already setting out the plates. The old butler took one look at the boys before silently going to the kitchen. He returned a minute later with an extra set of plates.

"Shall I also prepare a guest room?" he asked.

When Danny's only response was his mouth hanging open, Dick couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah Alfred, I think you'd better prepare one," he said, clapping Danny on the back.

[melonba11s]

Tender Revenge (MC/Strade ficlet)

Right so, this is a fic with an MC domming and overstimming Strade to break him. Enjoy.

Contains: Gender Neutral MC, Strade, Overstim, Noncon, mindbreak, bondage, gag, drug use mention

It'd been hard to get Strade down here, even with him fucked up on a concoction of pills that should have put a grown man on his ass. He'd still fought the entire way, growling slurred threats in german as best he could. Saying you didn't have the guts to hurt him.

He was right about that last part. He'd loved that about you, your refusal to hurt others, how it broke you down when he made you.

But there were other ways to torture someone without hurting them, you'd told him quietly as you tied him down to the chair. A chair you'd preemptively tied to the familiar pole in the basement to prevent him from thrashing around and falling over.

calves bound to the front legs of the chair, arms around the back, and finally managing to force a gag past his lips despite him thrashing his head every which way.

You'd never seen Strade so angry, but you could tell that he was also afraid. Apprehensive, didn't know what you were about to do. Strade usually loved surprises.

When you dug out the wand vibrator, his eyebrows flew up into his messy sweaty hair. Then he let out something that sounded like a laugh, another muffled threat coming from his throat.

"You were right. I'm not gonna hurt you. But I'm sure I can still break you with this." you bent over, unzipping Strades pants and pulling his cock out. A cock he'd forced you to get down on your knees and suck, you remembered how he'd bend you over and fuck you.

How he'd make you cum even with every fiber of your being fighting against it, relishing in your conflicted screams.

You were going to make him have a taste of his own medicine now. Hopefully by the end of today, he'd cry at the thought of even touching his dick.

You licked each of your fingers slowly, before wrapping them around the base and beginning to stroke him. Feeling his hips stutter at the sudden contact, a sensitive moan slip out from under the gag before he began to jerk at his restraints again.

Once he was fully hard, you plugged the wand in. He stiffened at the sound of the motor running, watching helplessly as you pressed it against the dripping head of his cock.

It was almost instant. A high pitched moan from him, and suddenly he was arching his back as best he could, and you jumped back as he came, splattering your front.

"wow..." you said, almost breathless. "Didn't know you could be such a quick shot, Strade." You laughed, watching as he began to fight his restraints with renewed vigor. You could almost hear his pleas.

"Ok, you had your fun. Let me go now and I won't kill you."

You weren't done yet though. The wand was still buzzing in your hand, sending tingles along your fingers. You went to the counter and grabbed a roll of duct tape, moving back towards him.

Watching him flinch, then yelp as you pressed the wand back against his softening cock, oversensitive, painful. As much as you wanted to stay here and watch him cum over and over again though... You had better things you could do with your time.

And he didn't deserve to see how happy breaking him made you.

Eventually the best hands free method you could think of was taping the wand to the chair, nestled snuggly just above his balls, against the base.

No where near as sensitive as the head of his cock, but it was doing the job all the same. You could tell by the way his teeth where digging into the gag he was holding back. He jerked his head away again as you reached out, stroking his cheek.

"I'll be back later." You smiled, giving his ear a kiss as you checked to make sure the ropes would hold.

As you walked up the stairs, you could hear a muffled scream of rage. Or maybe he had just cum again, only for the unforgiving toy to continue its assault.

You waited several hours. You took a nap, you dug out Strades credit card and ordered food. You cracked open a few of his beers and even tried one of his cigars while you watched a movie before heading back downstairs.

His demeanor was completely different now. He was slumped forward, the gag had fallen out, probably thanks to how much he had drooled. But he was barely making a sound, only panting, groaning.

The spark in his eyes was almost gone, a frown flickering on his face when he saw you come into view before that too slipped from his exhausted features.

He was probably dehydrated. You walked over to the small fridge in the basement and took out a bottle of water.

Holding it to his lips, he only stared at the clear liquid, quickly forcing the tip into his mouth as he began to chug.

The entire bottle was empty in seconds, and he began to gasp, choke on what was left as you grabbed another.

You felt more confident now, holding his head to your chest, pressing lazy kisses against his forehead as you drained a second, then third bottle.

A high pitched, not like Strade at all, whimper came from his throat. You hadn't turned off the wand yet, and he'd cum again, joining the countless, drying splatters against his stomach, thighs, even some had reached high enough to catch him in the chin.

His eyes met yours, begging you. It almost broke your heart. Almost.

There was nothing left of the snarling, ready to charge boar before. You'd managed to reduce him to a squealing pig for slaughter.

"You're gonna be a good boy, okay?" you whispered, feeling him nod as you unplugged the wand.

[whaleofatjme1920]

I got sucked back into SCP stuff and can't escape it, love those gremlins (whether they're feral or not *affectionate*). Most of what I'll give you can be seen as ideas OR requests, including this one, its up to you. 👍

So. Researcher reader who's assigned to work with 035. Twist? They offer 035 a body. Similar to how 079 is sometimes drawn with a robotic kind of body. It'd be neat for 035 to have something like that, so long as the material is as Immune To The Icky as possible.

The cool things? Something similar to silicone, but again, Immune To The Icky and removable. Like a dildo with a suction cup. Stick that thing on there and WOAH it can be different shapes and sizes? That's great. 035 wants some time with titties? Smack those bad boys on there. Researcher Reader has it all sketched out on paper, but wanted to get 035's thoughts. Higher ups may or may not approve.

-A long and descriptive thought by an anxious and hyperfixating 👀👌anon

"Customizable" SCP 035

[GN!Reader, I switch between amab and afab bodies.]

[Warnings: Y'know, general monster fucking. Look at the prompt lol it's going to be fun. MINORS DNI.]

[AN: So sorry this took a while! But I read it again and again, and while I'm doing some headcanons for it, here we go!]

The fact you're immune to SCP 035 is a gift in itself. Do you know the kind of tests the Foundation wants to run with you two?

And can you deny just how attracted you are to him?

So, you want to fuck SCP 035, fantastic! He wants to fuck too. Let's get it clear, you and 035 are not lovers. You two do not love each other. I would actually say you're much more like friends with benefits. He would move mountains for you, but it's all platonic! He just also really enjoys how your body feels,,,, y'know?

Luckily, you like blowing off as much steam as he does. Thousands of years of repression really does that to a guy!

I might be taking this a tad different direction than you were expecting but it does have elements of what you originally had down! More of mixing the two elements now that I think of it. But, 035 can command his,,, goop? slime? In different places in close proximity. Not often, he doesn't find that as fun as getting up close and personal but he does have his moments.

He likes having a personal host body, but humans are so fun to over take. Sometimes he'll have you choose a D-Class you're kinda feeling after getting permission from that person to be his muse, yeah!! He's kind of a jealous guy though, so ever since the Foundation essentially gave him his own body to use he really doesn't ask that anymore.

But this body allows him to be more flexible with his parts. Sure, it's got a nice dick but he can make it even better. If you have a pussy, he'll fuck you there with the dick attached to his body and make a dildo for your ass to fuck you simultaneously. Other times he'll just,,, make a double dick so you're riding him with both holes. Amab? no problem he's going to double penetrate you. And if that's too much, he'll have you suck on him while he makes a dildo for you to fuck yourself on.

Funny enough I don't think he's actually that big on receiving oral but LOVES to give you head. Makes long tongues to reach the right places, squeeze you, and tries to drive you into overstimulation every single time.

you like tits? Cool, what size. He can do them all. love for smaller chests, flat chests, really big chests and even bigger, he loves how they all look on his form! If he's got those on though, you need to pay attention to them. Put the titty in your mouth. Suck on it, rub it, and pay special attention to the nipples because he makes them sensitive.

He will absolutely do the same thing for you too. Does not care about your size, probably has a slight preference for something in the "just a mouthful" or "a handful" range. But hey, he doesn't care. give him your chest. He will dote on you regardless of size and always have something to compliment physically, chest and all, just everything. He makes it sound like poetry.

I don't think he creampies you though? You kinda get the feeling of it but he literally cannot get you pregnant if you're an afab. Regardless, no creampie, and I don't think he has a breeding kink to begin with.

Big on praise, sometimes into degradation but actually likes getting degraded more than doing the degrading to you.

035 will mostly go along with the sketches you have, and sometimes the two of you go on "silicone sculpture" sites to see what you want to try next!

Most of your overseers wanted like, just the facts of your sexual relationship but it's just become a regular thing. 035 would riot if they straight up told him you two couldn't see each other - even in a non sexual manner he genuinely cares for you. You're his best friend he also gets to sleep with. But y'know, he's not just using you for your body. Again, really good friends.

I think he has tried a tentacle thing with you before.

He's got,,,, a lot of power over that weird slime stuff. Use it to your advantage!

Surprisingly, you're not ALWAYS trying new things. Sometimes you guys default to things that feel the most familiar and the most pleasurable.

Sometimes, he will make a dildo or a fleshlight for you connected to him and put you in the observation room. You are NOT supposed to take pieces of him out of containment but like,,, sometimes you sneak it and no one knows,,,,,,,, so you'll fuck whatever he gave you while he fucks himself with a dildo in the ass or forms a fleshlight with his slim stuff and fucks that and it's kinda mutual masturbation. That one isn't your favorite but it's certainly fun.

And every now and then, he'll just kinda,,, have fun with you in a very soft, gentle way. No weird shapes, no suction cupped dildos, just a pretty normal dick and you get to ride him or get folded by him. Sometimes less is more.

[justasimplesinner]

Yey, requests are open! First time I'm requesting anything anywhere, your writing is so good, I was hoping the requests would get open soon. Hope I'll be able to write the idea in a way that would be understandable enough and something you could write for ./ Could I maybe ask for a zero year riddler (I think he would fit best here) finding a notebook in his lair with the initials of his ex on it, opening it - and finding tons of detailed technical drawings with little notes on the sides, mechanisms they clearly thought themselves about, yet never told him, and realizing he was to blame, as the one time the tried to suggest anything - he immediately took it personally, as if they said he wasn't smart enough and needed help, so they stopped sharing any ideas or thoughts with him and had to essentially dumb themselves down for him to not feel threatened - and then he realizes it's not just ideas, as he can barely remember anything about them really, from favourite colour to favourite dish or movie genre, as they used to always fit themselves to whatever he wanted, and ended up seemingly not having an opinion of their own. Just him practically having an epiphany and realizing that he was actually the one who messed it all up - and now he doesn't even know if they're in town or even alive, as he hasn't seen them once since their break-up.

hooo boy this is exactly the type of requests i live for

Zero Year!Riddler going from being a dick to a self-aware dick hcs:

let me just start with the fact that Edward didn't miss you. well... he didn't think of you. if he did, it'd look different. and he knows it would. which is why he did everything in his power to always steer his mind away from you. he'd rather live in a lie, telling himself you were simply a fling, a mistake, that pondering on you was a waste of his time and he wasn't one to let it go to waste this easily. he knows if he let his thoughts wander, he wouldn't feel so good up on that pedestal he's put himself on, he wouldn't feel so careless and unmoved by the fact that you two broke up. that you left him and it was all his fault because he pushed you to your very limits, right to the edge and then over it like the fucking asshole he is

he never did anything wrong, obviously, and it was you that was to blame

besides, you were a distraction. so whenever his thoughts even slightly steered in your directions, he just told himself that you were "a good riddance" just to calm his mind and continue working

it was hard sometimes. not thinking of you, i mean. you may have left, but there were still some of your belingings laying around the house. memories. ones that he conviniently didn't throw out, justifying himself with the fact that it was simply too much unnecessary work to scavenge for the things you left behind, and he was one to work smart, not hard. or, in this case, not work at all

one day he stumbled upon some old, forgotten hairbrush in the bathroom that you've had just in case. the other, he saw some little trinkets still littering his shelves that escaped your mind when you packed and moved out. and then that one faithful day, he found an old, forgotten, dusty notebook innocently laying under the bed. at first glance, it seemed harmless, just a book that got chucked away and has just never been found until then. and, as always, curiosity got the better of him

it wasn't his, that much he could tell. for one, he'd never forget that he put it there or that he even owned such a notebook. and two, it very clearly had your initals scribbled on it. he had no recollection of ever seeing you with it, but the handwriting confirmed it - it was definitely yours. just because he didn't think of you doesn't mean he forgot about you, his mind was still sharp as ever, so it was, of course, no feat for his genius to recognize your handwriting. immediately, his mind started guessing what could be inside, flicking through the possibilities as to what you could've possibly written in it before he even took a good look at the first page. a diary of some sort, perhaps? your thoughts of him? maybe descriptions of some fantasies or wet dreams? he wouldn't be surprised, you didn't see the world outside of him, after all. and what harm is there in indulging himself a little bit? (a lot. the answer is a lot.)

but when he finally looked at that first page, he was very quick to realise that it wasn't a list of his best qualities (as if he had any other), but a list of... projects? inventions might be a better name for it. or maybe simply ideas, since for something to be an invention, it had to actually come into existence. yes, ideas for some smaller or bigger contraptions, improvements to already existing mechanisms and machines, new uses for something that was invented long ago. just ideas upon ideas listed from top to bottom, some crossed out, some with scribbles besides them, some with checkmarks

certainly not what he expected

if his pride only let him, he'd admit they weren't half-bad either

curiosity picked, he started going through the whole thing. and i mean the whole thing. every little sketch, drawing and scribble, every sentence, every highlighted part, every singular word that seemed to randomly find itself on a page every now and again. notes upon notes with pages ripped from what seemed like textbooks and scientific studies stacked away between sheets, cut outs from papers and some loose articles, photos taped in with scribbles concerning their every detail. contraption upon contraption, analyses of how certain mechanisms worked, post-its with hastily written notes sticked to some pages - there was everything

when i tell you that he had to sit down because his legs practically gave away from under him-

this couldn't've been yours, could it? you must've just just written down some shit you've seen on the internet that you thought he'd be interested in, there was no way. you weren't an engineer or a mechanic or anything, you were simply just- wait, you graduated from the GU? you had a degree in robotics?

this couldn't've been true. he didn't remember that about you at all, and he wasn't a man who simply forgot stuff. but once he thought about it, he... didn't really remember much about you. well, he remembered everything, but nothing specific. that degree was just the tip of the iceberg. for fuck's sake, he didn't even know if you were born in Gotham or a single trivial thing like your favourite color

for a moment he almost had a heart attack because he thought he was losing it, he thought there was something wrong with his memory, his brain, until he realised... he never asked. he never asked you if you were born in Gotham, he never asked you what's your favourite color, he never asked about you. you were simply there, you enjoyed the things he enjoyed, liked the things he liked. he knew you but he had no fucking clue who you actually were

but there were things he did remember. very vividly. he remembered you trying to inquire about his work and him brushing you off, stating you wouldn't ever understand. he remembered you trying to share some ideas and him getting wound up over the fact that you seemingly thought him too stupid to figure things out on your own. he remembered you trying to share some thoughts and him never paying that any mind since you couldn't possibly think of something worthwhile. and he vividly remembered you mentioning one idea once, one idea that was on the front page, now violently crossed out, and him tutting at you like you were a child trying to explain something obvious to a capable adult. every time you opened your mouth, he made sure you shut it again and didn't bother him with anything stupid

after a while, you caught on, figured out what got him going and what didn't. you only spoke about trival things that wouldn't allow him to jab at your intelligence, making him think you had no general comprehension outside of the mundane things in life. you catered to his every need, every belief, every opinion, everything you said was suited for him. you didn't start a relationship with him simply because you admired him, you thought you two had something in common and could bond over shared interests but that soon turned into bonding over what he liked, you tempering yourself to his needs and fitting yourself to whatever it was he wanted to make sure there was at least something to keep you two together, on the same page

you dumbed yourself down for him simply because he felt threatened at anything even remotely posing as a "threat to his intelligence". you dumbed yourself down because you didn't want him to feel stupid

at the same time, it was an insult and a hurtful realisation that truly, he has made you abandon who you really are in order to fit to his idea of who you were

maybe it was his arrogance that made him do this, maybe it was disbelief and the need to justify himself, but he had to have some sort of confirmation. he... he had to know he was wrong in his assumptions. for the first time in his life, Edward desperately wished he was wrong and this was just some sort of misunderstanding. but the files from the university that he pulled up on you, the work you've published during your time as a post-graduate, they all only confirmed what he had desperately hoped not to be the truth

and for the first time in a long time, even if unwillingly, Edward let his mind wander, ponder on what could've been. what he could've had. what he could've called his if he had just once listened to you. how different things would've looked. how much more he could've achieved with you. and quite frankly, those weren't nice thoughts. it wasn't nice at all to have all this crashing down onto him. it wasn't nice to let his long-repressed feelings float up to the surface and overwhelm him. it wasn't nice to have his first anxiety attack in years

he ruined you. he ruined this. he ruined everything. it was his fault, not yours. his fault, not anybody else's. oh, Crane would be delighted to watch him come apart at the realisation that it was his fear of looking stupid that's held him back for so long and possibly prevented him from having the thing he craved the most deep inside, especially since it brought a newfound fear that he may have ruined you, turned you into a shell of his former self. coming to terms with the fact that he truly cared about you and still pushed you away were one thing, but coming to terms with the fact that he made the only person that he ever cared about him feel like nothing, like they had to dumb themselves down in order to make him feel better about himself was another

he still feels a small twang of spite once he realizes that you're positively thriving without him, but it's smoldered by the unbearable regret and guilt that you only got the chance to do it once you left him, the pure agony of knowing that truly, you are better off without him

for once in his life, he wants to do something good, he wants to leave you alone and let you live your life peacefully without him but... he's not sure he can

[bemylord]

do as you're told

「ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ」

warnings: bad!levi, unprotected sex, swearing, choking, gagging, degrade, daddy kink [captain kink], nsfw, smut.

word counter: 1.9 words.

ｃａｐｔａｉｎ ａｃｋｅｒｍａｎ

it has been a long day since you woke up. assignments from the captain levi were impracticable before surrender: disassemble a paper bale, sort 'em into letters, trash, requests and again trash. you didn't knew exactly what for levi the word trash mean to him. but you know that he has never read bullshit from the court. yes, he's respecting it, but again - his office is full of paper bale.

then you need to clean the windows and at the end of the day, when he'll be back you've to help him. levi didn't say it either what kind of help he's expecting you to do.

'brat, you've to be here at eight or else i'll make you to clean my shoes with your tongue'

he wasn't joking; you knew he can do that. a quarter to eight and you're spinning near his office, waiting for him. barely standing on your feet, falling asleep.

'i was certain you won't be able to fulfill my instructions, but you did, fortunate brat'

he sat down on the chair, staring at you sullenly. your blood runs cold, you stopped in the middle of the office, staring at your shoes. it's been an exhausting day, you're been doing the tasks since dawn and now it's almost sunset. you were ready to sit on the chair in front of levi, when he gave you a warning sign.

'did i allow you to sit down? you still have an assignments to be done' you're speechless of his rudeness. you just sighed, getting ready for new not less exhausting duty. you've got a feeling that you won't be able to training tomorrow, due to today's responsibilities.

captain showed you a gesture with his index finger: 'come here' and did without a word. approaching towards levi, your legs with difficulties moving, dreaming to feel your soft and warm bed underneath your body - one second, and you'll be asleep.

'yes, captain levi' you said, standing in front of him. ackerman unrolled the chair with him, putting hands on his knees.

'bend over closer to my face, idiot' your cheeks are covered with a pink blush, after levi pronounced that. it's the basic order: being relatively close to him. 'calm down', you mind said, 'he won't kiss you, relax'. when you did you, he brought his lips to your ear, scorching the earlobe with hot breath.

'undress me'

you're dazed, trying to reproduce his words in your head. udress? only shirt or totally naked? you've never see him naked. you've seen the outlines of muscular body in all of the years of his persistent and sometimes brutal training. but, will that means you're gonna touch his skin, his scars and smell his skin?

'did you not hear me unless you wanna get a punishment?'

he said that louder, waking you up from your thoughts.

'yes, sir'

carefully removing from him neckerchief; you slowly unbutton the buttons of his white shirt, feeling his chest rise. unbuttoning the last button, you were praying to god that it'd end, 'cause even doing it, just undressing him, it's compulsion you to think about the lower part of levi's body. when you finished, he took off his shirt, putting it on the table. you straightened your back, trying not to stare at his bulge.

'i said, undress me, cadet. i'm starting to think to give you another punishment'

before you touched the belt, swallowed nervously; your hands are almost shaking, oh how hot is he. the heat of his body is maddening, you can't deny it.

'how you're gonna take off my pants, when i still in my shoes?'

levi is rude as fuck now. he's always acting and being rough with everybody, but now he's too rude to you. you did every task, every fucking task and now he is still not satisfied? you wanted to say chill out captain, there's no need to rush, but the fear of having another task after depleted day, stopped you.

you got down on your knees, taking off his shoes. 'i'm only undressing him, please, i can't get arousal of doing it'. standing on your knees, you looked straight into the eye, with a mute supplication in your eyes, beg him to stop this.

'now my pants, y/n. take them down'

he said it with his deep and husky voice. you're done right now: wanna escape, run away from him, but you blatantly wanna know what'll be next.

to tease him? yes.

to run your fingers from his knees to the bulge? definitely yes.

you sighed, touches the belt, unbuckling the belt, faltering to touch the zip. you felt it. felt the bulge under his pants. unzipped the pants, looked up.

levi is relishing every second of this torture. he knows you're wanna more and he'll give it to you. he got up from the chair, still gazing at you with lust in his eyes, waiting for you to take off his pants.

slowly you put them down; your heart beats faster than always. maybe it's because you've been doing intimity things. it's so aroused. finally, it's over.

'i've a long day, brat, i wanna take a bath'

'you want me to make a bath for you, captain?'

'no', you mentally sighed, expecting that captain finally allow you to leave the office. 'wash me, i'm dirty'

you thought. wait, huh, what? seriously? he's certain? levi can do it by himself, he's no that tired as you're. you were reluctant to do his duties, when there were other people he could asked for.

'what if someone sees us in the bath?'

'i gave 'em an order to be in the bedrooms until the sunrise, no one wouldn't sneak out'

you got up off your knees, following the captain. you made him out to be your captain, your mentor, not a beast. he must be a mentor. when you both got in the bath, he locked the door for credibility.

'now take off the last thing'

it's necessary to be done by you? but, he's the leader, so you need to reckoned with him. you took the edges of the boxers, taking them off. you're trying to look everywhere but not at his growing dick. yes, you wanna see at levi, but, fuck, his cock.

you took the towel, soak it in warm water, rubbing over his body. it's hard not to look down there. you went behind his back, rubbing his back, ogling at him: muscular, strong body with littles scars from the past battles. light emanating from candles, showing his curves perfectly.

it's a curse - look but don't touch levi's body. only staring and choking from the pleasure.

'my lower body is dirty too, brat, hurry up'

so you back face-to-face with ackerman. you bited your lower lips, restlessly rubbing his stomack.

'are you scared to look at my dick, cadet?'

no, you aren't. you're taking precautions. you are cadet. you killed titans and you're still alive, and here it goes: you are scared to watch at yours captain dick.

no you aren't.

'on your knees, y/n, and with every rub you're gonna call me captain'

the hell. it's getting hotter here.

but, anyways, you want it too. wanna touch it and suck his dick. lick the balls and go back to the tip of his cock.

'captain', he's mesmerized by you: the way you gentle rub the towel over his body, washing him, staring straight into his eyes.

'i bet your tongue will clean my dick better'

you finally look at his cock. the tip is pink from your careless, your gentle touches.

'captain', you whispered, slightly blowing on his dick.

you knew that'll happened. you're gonna be on your knees, insatiably sucking the dick so levi will come in your mouth, breeding you. and every soldier needs to release the desire. especially the sexual desire. both craving to each other, but up to this moment you were just a team.

now you're standing on your knees, so your teammates will ask you what happened with you. what will you say? but, it'll be tomorrow, now you're sucking his dick like it's the last time you see him. unquenchably up and down, using your tongue, strocking the base of the cock with one hand.

when you reached down, unzipped your pants, thinking about rubbing you clit.

'have you had my permission to touch yourself, brat? i'm gonna gag you on my cock'

levi put his hands on your nape, gagging you, practically chocking, giving no breaks. humanity's strongest is rough everywhere, you were well-aware about it. tears begin to accumulate in the corner of the eyes: getting a bang out of pain and pleasure. it won't stop, you don't wanna it to stop, playing this moment in your head, scorching this in your mind to the day you'll die.

'i wanna fuck you raw, tonight, y/n, you should be dripping or else it'll hurts as fuck'

not it won't. you're acking for it, hungry for ackerman's cock. there is something in the ackerman's blood; you don't know exactly what, but he's certainly beckoning you: his smell, his manhood, his willingness to kill titans. it all in conjunction is maddening you. he quickly take off your clothes, started to kiss to greedily, biting your lips.

he hoisted you up by the waist, making you wrap your legs around his torso. the next second you felt like you were pressed against a cold wall.

'i knew it, brat. you've been craving for me, i'm happy it's mutually'

you didn't hear the last words, moaning to feel the tip inside you. one second and he completely entered you. huge, thicc cock. he increased the pace right after the first push. you're leaving the red patterns on his wide back, whining on levi's ear, kissing his neck, leaving a wet path from one shoulder to the other.

'you squeeze my dick so hard, my brat, you wanna cum already?'

'it's just so good'

'hold it, i wanna to cum concurrent with you'

you do as you're told. hold your orgasm. he won't last long, he endured too long, yes, he's strong. but when it comes to the person he loves - he will be weak only for them.

his cock is pounding right in the g-spot, making you melt. you've been a feverish french kissing since he went inside you. fat dick in the tight pussy, kissing the person you love - isn't it lovely?

couldn't be better.

'i'm cumming levi, can't no more'

you wrapped your legs tighter around your captain, cumming with him. he came with a little groan, leaved a dozen nail marks on your hips. he put his forehead on your shoulder, catching his breath. he let you out of his arms, kissed you on the forehead.

'tomorrow i'll go for a small expedition and when i'll return, i'm expercting you to be on all fours and naked'

'you're smug as fuck, levi'

'are you talking back to me?'

'i'll do it, captain'

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ENEMIES TO LOVERS + KYOUTANI KENTAROU (f!reader)

Requests are open. Prompt list here.

Requested by @satisfactory-simp

A/n: Hello. I am really sorry this took so long. My tumblr was glitching so I am unable to answer and my drafts won't save. Anyways, here you go. I hope you like it.💕

Disclaimer: I do not own the character, the character in this 18+.

Warnings: Smut, Angsty.

Life basically sucked. You barely had any friends, not so comfortable with your family, and plus just took admission in a new school. Seijoh was known for elites. You thought it'd be nice to have decent people around you until your very first encounter was with this horrible person.

"Can't you walk properly? Don't you have eyes?", excuse me? Who is he yelling at? Isn't it his mistake you thought but you really didn't want to get caught in a mess on your very first day at school. You just apologized and left.

When the lecture started, you felt everyone staring at you and mumbling. You look up only to see they were glancing a bit backwards. You turned your head to find the very same guy you met in the corridor covered in bruises. What the hell?

"Got a problem with me? Is there anything on my face", shit. You stared at him for too long.

Yes there is. "Um no nothing, sorry" wait why am I apologizing? Did he get bullied. Judging from his posture and attitude doesn't look it. He seems like the one who bullies other. You really didn't like him or anything about him. He was the same. You were just classmates nothing more than that but still whenever you saw each other, there was this hatred. Maybe it was because you both always encounter each other on the wrong time.

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One day, after the lecture you went to explore the school and it's well known volleyball players. You found the practice hall empty and locked. Maybe it's there day off. You heard a continuous loud sound arithmetically. You saw Mad dog practicing his serves. Balls hitting the ground so hard that you were sure they were gonna bursts. A girl approaches him. They were arguing. Is she his girlfriend? Well sure it was none of your business but since you had nothing to do, you stayed to watch.

"Mad dog. I am trying so hard to make you go out with me"

"Didn't I tell you I am busy. I don't have time to go for dates", he clearly wanted to make her go but she seemed to hung up on him.

"But-"

"No buts. I told you. It's my decision. Now scram", he glared at her. She walked away with a frown.

Later when you arrived in your class you saw it was pretty crowdy.

"I am telling you, he purposely held my hand and slapped me", the girl cried. It was the same girl who was asking him out on the ground.

"Stop lying you bitch", Kyoutani's rage was clearly visible.

"Look at him using such words at her. I am pretty sure he did it.", people around started talking about him but they were wrong. You were there when that happened. You clearly saw the whole thing and none of this shit occurred.

"She is lying.", you spoke up. "I was there. I went to explore the volleyball club but then I saw her asking him out. Kyoutani didn't do anything. He just told her to fuck off.", Kyoutani's eyes widened at you. Never in his life anyone ever trusted him. It's that when he fell for you. He did ask you to date him later but you denied saying "I was just helping a fellow classmate. That's no reason for you to want to date me" . He was still not giving up.

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One evening, he saw you on a date with someone else. That's it. That was enough to break his heart. He couldn't take it so he approached you disturbing your dinner with the person.

"Hey. We still have to complete that project", his eyes hooked on your date, glancing them.

"Can't you see I am between a conversation and this is my private time?", you frowned.

"I don't care. We have to complete it. I don't want to fail because of you", you were sure he was just making an excuse.

"Fail? Since when do you care about studies so much?"

"Since I wanted to pass", a fake smile on his face.

You both started arguing and were so involved in each other that you forgot about your date. When you turned your head to glance at them but they had left.

Kyoutani noticed that and walked out of the diner with a 'plan successful' look on his face.

You paid the bill and followed him outside. You gripped his arms and swayed it to make him face you.

"What?", he asked.

"What the fuck do you mean what? Wasn't it you who just ruined my dinner with them?", rage flowed your mind.

"Who cares?"

"I don't get you Kyoutani. Why did you do that? Why do you always behave like this with me?"

"Because I am in love with you, you dumbass. And I know you think, I just wanted to date you as a return for your favor for saving my ass but no. I can't help but think about you. And it fucking hurts to see you with someone else when you don't even know how I genuinely feel", he tried so hard not to cry then and there.

To be honest, yes you were a bit of an ass to him. You weren't different from those people cause even you judged him the first time you saw him. The reason you have always avoided him is maybe you were scared he might be a violent person. But now? Now after watching him like this? After knowing that he is actually a soft person and people just test him? You couldn't help but shed tears knowing how bad he must've been hurt. Overthinking about it will only ruin the moment. Your mind was a mess at that time. All you knew that if you let this chance slip, you will surely regret it. Without a second thought you gripped his collar and placed a deep kiss on his lips. You swayed away, both standing in confusion. "I-I am really sorry. I-I didn't k-know what happ-", he interrupted your stuttering latching his lips on yours. You held the hem of his jacket like holding on your feelings for him. It wasn't clear what you guys were doing at this point. What was your relation? But none of you could deny the fact that it was surprisingly comfortable.

"Can we go at my place?", you pulled away to catch a breath as you asked him. Awed at your question but he still assured that you were okay. "Are you sure?"

"Yes", eyes closed as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

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You invited him in, keys jingling as you threw them on the counter. "You wanna eat something?", you asked searching for beverages in the fridge.

"Yeah, you.", your cheeks reddened at his words.

"Obviously I'm kidding", he approached you as he didn't wanna make things awkward but now you couldn't get the thought out of your head. The thought of how would Kyoutani look settled between your legs.

"I mean, you can if you want to.", honestly? Even you were kinda stunned at your own statement. His legs advanced towards you, arms practically caging your sides. Face rigorously close to yours. If you both kissed now, you knew things just won't stop there.

Eyes wandering on each others lips before grabbing them, the space between you to closing in as you inhaled and dwelled in his softness. Wodering despite how rough he looks, he is nothing but a delicate person.

His big arms picked you up and carried you to the couch in the hall.

"Are you sure the door's locked?", and that was the confirmation that you won't just end it on a kiss tonight.

"Yeah", he lifted up your skirt to find your thighs rubbing together in embarrassment but that was the heat between your legs. You slowly started spreading them, a part of you hesitating because of how wet he made you with just some kisses. Kyoutani's eyes perked up at the view in front of him. The wet spot on your panties were clearly visible and so some of your juices flowing from the hem of it through your inner thighs. I swear he gulped down his breath at just how sexy you looked like this. He gave you a glace for consent and you nodded. Without further ado, he licked the wetness on your inner thighs then following your sex. His first lick had you squirming because of the temperature difference. "You taste so good", tongue only left your pussy once just to compliment you.

"It's kind of-- embarrassing", you bit your finger that made him turn on even more. You peeked at the tent growing in his pants. "Kyoutani. I want you inside me", he legitimately slapped himself. "What are you doing?", you asked.

"Just making sure it's not a dream", you wrapped your hand around his neck pulling him in. "No, it's not a dream. This is for real. We are for real Kyoutani". "I love the way you call me Kyoutani unlike everyone else. Only you have the right"

"Oh you'll love it even more when I'll call you daddy", bitch don't you have shame? Is what you were screeching inside but who cares?

He didn't know he had that kink until you said it. "Where's the bedroom?", a question without a second thought.

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He placed you on the bed delicately. You both started stripping, making sure there's nothing bothersome between when your skins touch.

Your thighs rubbed against each other the second you saw his big and thick length.

You helped him put on a condomn and then lied back with your legs apart, perhaps an invitation to just put it in.

Kyoutani gently slid his dick in your sloppy wet cunt. You hissed at the thick length stretching you out. "Is it hurting? Should I stop?". "No. Please keep going.", it did hurt a little but you were so greedy for that feeling.

He made sure to move subtly. He doesn't want to cause his love pain. Once your pussy got adjusted to it, he started thrusting. Dick reaching places, no one ever did. "Call me daddy again", you were smiling internally learning how you got him this hard. "Please fuck me Daddy. I want you", these words were enough to make him go harder as he gripped your hips. "Ahh ahh-- Kyoutani Ahh", you couldn't hold your moans at this point. It took just one deep thrust for you to come undone. Walls clenching around his dick your hands did the same to the bedsheets. Seeing you like this, the girl he fell in love with was a very unknown feeling as he never fell for anyone before.

He couldn't hold it back in. He shoved it a few more times as he reached his own high. He dropped himself on top you, elbow digging deep in the mattress as his upper body balanced on it. Eyes making sure to never yours which were half-lided from the overwhelming heat after a long time.

"You know, it really ached when you ignored me before. But now here we are. Still can't believe this happened"

"I ignored you because I was scared that I might catch feelings and it won't go the way I want to", yes, you were honestly scared.

"So what changed your mind?", the curiosity stucked in his mind.

"The fact that someone was willing to give their heart to me was enough to make me fall for you at that confession. I love you Kyoutani", now that you discovered him, even your feelings became clear.

"I love you too", he cooed with a smile.

Turns out all of that wasn't the hatred but denial of the fact that deep down, you both were meant to be but just the circumstances weren't coping up with you two.

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 7

A/N- I'm back! At least I think I am 😂 I wrote this while I was struggling with writer's block so I don't think it's great but the next chapter I'm working on I feel back to the old me 🥳🤞

Summary- Are your lies finally going to catch up to you?

Word count- 2.8K

Pairing- Chris Hems x reader x Liam Hems

Warnings- Mature themes, cheating, swearing, smut

Strictly 18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 2nd Sept 2021

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The guy turned to leave before looking back over his shoulder at the door, his hand on the door handle.

"If it makes any difference I would choose you over your brother any day." He winked as he left the room.

"What the actual fuck." You shout, storming out of the bathroom in a huff. "There's no way he's gunna stay quiet, it'll be all over the press come tomorrow." You paced the room, your heart beating fast as the adrenaline rushed through you. This was it, this was how it was all going to end. Liam would know as soon as he saw the headlines, all those late night and weekend conferences at the same time as Chris was conveniently away with work.

"To be fair, he does have good taste in men." Chris' usual nonchalance annoyed you, how come he could stay so calm? Why did he make you sound like a crazy person for actually worrying about what might happen.

"It's really not funny Chris, do you want our business known by strangers before we even have chance to speak to Liam and your Mom Chris, she's going to hate me." You feel the warm tears dripping down your cheeks before you even register you're crying. The thought of their mom hating you upsets you more than the thought of Liam hating you. Cathy, their mom was like your own mother, from day one she'd taken you under her wing.

"My Mom would love you no matter what, you know she thinks of you as her own daughter. It's me she's going to blame, Liam's her baby." 

"Yeah you're probably right but still what are we gunna do?" 

"Let's relax babe, you don't know what's going to happen and you can't change it if it does happen so what's the use in worrying about it. Come here."

"You piss me off Chris, you're so laid back. This isn't something you can just sweep under the carpet. It's serious." You needed to take your anger out on him, to let it all out so you could feel better. The four walls of the hotel room were becoming claustrophobic, you wish you could just put your headphones on and just run for a while to clear your head, that's what you usually did.

"I know it is but what can we do? I've done everything we can do, now it's out of our hands. We'll work it out tomorrow, can we enjoy our last night together without all the serious talk?" He raises his eyebrow at you, smiling that sweet, goofy smile of his that has your heart melting.

"You piss me off even more when you look at me like that. I can't stay mad at you and how could I say no to that?" You put your arms around his back, loving the way his height makes you feel so small and safe. He wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair and holding you close.

"That's why I love you yanno." 

"Why?" You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your neck stretching to reach his height.

"Because you never say no." He laughs, a real laugh that you can feel on his toned stomach, shaking against you. It was the best feeling hearing him laugh like that, it'd been so long since you'd heard him laugh. Your life being full of a lot of drama and upset recently that you were appreciative of the little time you had left together.

"Maybe I should start then." You pout pretending to sulk.

"No way, I love how easy you are." He picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, looking down on him for once. You punch him lightly on his shoulder, still pouting. "Ok, ok I'll stop teasing. You know why I love you though." 

"Tell me." 

He sits down on the end of the bed with you still in his arms, resting on his great big, thick thighs. He moves your hair behind your ears so he can see your face, studying it carefully with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"I love you because you're absolutely drop dead gorgeous, I mean the first time I met you, you literally knocked the air from my lungs. I've been obsessed with you ever since." He shuffles slightly beneath you, getting himself comfy. "This would never have happened with just anyone, I'm not a dick that goes around sleeping with his brothers girls." You give him a questioning look, your eyebrows furrowing. "Seriously, it took fucking everything in me to try and resist you. I'd never felt that before, never been one of them that wants what they can't have. Until I met you. Fuck me you were an absolute bombshell." You frown at him. "Are, still are a bombshell, don't look at me like that." He laughs.

"Tell me more." You whisper, feeling yourself tear up at his revelations as you run your hand through his hair, his eyes closing as you do.

"Am I stroking your ego?" He smiles slyly. "Do you remember the first time you met me?" 

"Of course I do, me and Liam had already been together a year but you'd been in Australia. I was eighteen, young and dumb..."

"And full of..." 

"Do not even finish that sentence, you're ruining the moment." He laughs at you but quickly gets back to being serious.

"You were eighteen and ridiculously mature for your age, I was twenty six and still acted like a teenager. I remember you walking in in that little denim skirt and tank top, smiling at me with that beautiful smile. The first thing I noticed was your eyes, the way they lit up when you smiled. You had me right at that moment, I was smitten. Then you introduced yourself as Liam's girlfriend and my heart sank." 

"I can't believe you remembered what i was wearing, it was twelve years ago." You kiss his forehead, holding his face in your hands. So glad you had the opportunity to talk like this, knowing all this made you know you hadn't made a mistake. "I was so nervous walking up to you, I'd only ever seen you on photos and crushing on you when you were in home and away. Then you're there in front of me looking sexy as hell and I knew I had to make a good impression."

"Little did you know, five years later I'd be bending you over that table and giving you everything you'd been searching for?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow at you with a smirk.

"No, dick! Little did I know you'd sweep me off my feet and make me question everything I ever knew." 

"I am a dick but that's why you love me isn't it?"

"Your ego definitely doesn't need stroking. I fell in love with Liam when I was still a girl and I fell in love with you when I was a woman. People change, needs change and..." 

"And I give you everything you need." His hand travelled to your ass pulling you into him, pressing against his growing erection.

"You do, you need to work on your arrogance though." You laugh. "But seriously I'm done with all this now, we can't go on like this anymore. I want all of you, all of the time."

"So you've made your decision." His lips part, his head resting against your forehead.

"Was there ever any doubt?" You question, running your finger over his lip and grinding against him subtly making him groan.

"Fuck Y/N, I fucking love you so much it's crazy." He says through gritted teeth, holding the small of your back as you raise your hips, your face contorting with need. "What would you do if I asked you to marry me?" His hand travelled down the back of your shorts, cupping your ass in his hands.

"What do you think?" You tease, taking his bottom lip in your teeth and pulling gently.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking." His face was set seriously, he wasn't joking, he wanted to marry you.

"Of course I'd say yes, once we'd dealt with everything." You smile watching his face light up.

"You're going to be Mrs Hemsworth and mine, not Liam's. I can't fucking wait." He picks you up, gripping your ass making you squeel before planting you back on the bed on your back.

Leaning over you, his palm caressing your stomach, kneeding your breasts with his long fingers. His erection poking into your clothed heat.

"You're so fucking perfect, are you ready to cause destruction?" 

"Like now, in bed or?..." 

"You know what I mean." He laughs, reaching down to attach his lips to your neck, sucking gently.

"If it means I get you then yeah, I'm ready." 

"Right answer. You've made me the happiest fucking man in the world yanno?" His hand moves under your top, pushing it up to your chin as his lips finally meet yours. Kissing you deeply with everything he's got, your body rising from the bed to meet his.

"I think... I can... Make you even happier." You say between kisses, pushing down his boxers, your nails scratching his skin gently as you do. 

He rests on one elbow watching you free his cock from its barrier. You cup his balls in your hand, stroking along the length of his cock with the other. He groans, pushing himself into your hands.

"I'll be happier once I'm buried inside this perfect pussy." He kneels between your legs, pulling your panties off before hovering back over you.

"Go slow baby, I want to feel everything." You whisper.

"Fuck, I can't guarantee how long I'll last." He moans, lining himself up and slipping in making you both moan as his cock stretches your walls perfectly.

He rests on his elbows, holding your face in his hands as he gently thrusts into you, wrapping your legs around him and pushing him in further, deeper. Hitting your spot with the curl of his hips, agonisingly slowly. You look into each others eyes, his forehead resting against yours. Tears in your eyes from the intense intamacy.

"I love you Y/N." He declares gruffly, his voice deep with lust.

"I love you too." You whimper.

Moaning everytime his thighs connected with yours, flesh slapping together, bringing your hips up to meet him. Him grunting with every thrust, your sex noises filling the otherwise silent room. The sound like a symphony to your ears, turning you on even more to hear his exclamations of ecstacy.

"It's always been you Chris." You whisper, making his pace become sloppy, losing his composure and restraint at your words. You can see it on his face as it twists, his cock twitching inside of you.

"Come for me baby." He grits his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his body goes rigid.

"Ah fuck." He brings you over the edge with the last of his powerful thrusts, your legs shaking around him, the feeling of satisfaction melting through your body simultaneously. A proud look on his face as you both come together and he falls limply onto your sweat laced body.

You stay like that for a while, both enjoying the moment, his cock still twitching inside of you. The heaviness of his body burying you into the mattress but you don't complain.

You don't want him to move, you want to memorise the feel of his heaviness and how his cock feels inside of you. How his rough face feels against your smooth skin, his hair tickling under your chin. You trace the muscles on his back, the defined shoulders and lean waist. Your hands gripping his tight, round ass and you close your eyes, remembering every dip and ripple, dreading the thought of being without him in your arms for at least another couple of weeks.

"I don't know how I'm going to watch you walk away tomorrow." He rolls on to his side, pulling you into him. "I think that's the hardest thing to deal with out of everything."

"I was just thinking the same thing." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers brushing against his tight pecs. "You know we've been doing this for nearly 6 years now and I don't think I've ever felt as close to you as I do now. It's going to be even harder for me to leave this time." 

"I don't even want to think about it but we only have hours left together, what's our plan?" 

"You mean when and how do we tell Liam?" You ask sitting cross legged in the bed, reality kicking back in. You have to go home to Liam and leave Chris all over again, back to the lies and sneaking about.

"That and when am I going to be able to see you again? I don't want to wait as long as last time, you know how crazy i start getting when I don't see you." 

"We've got your cousin's wedding next week. I'll see you there." You risk a glance at him, pain set on his face.

"You'll see me but you'll be arm in arm with Liam and I'll be alone again." 

"How about once the weddings over and done with, we can tell Liam about us?" You watch his face change, like a little boy.

"A week? I can do that, I think. But I'm not going to the wedding alone." 

"What do you mean? A date? With who?" Panic laced in your voice.

"I don't know but I'm sure I won't be short of options." 

"Are you fucking with me? Liam thinks you're dating a married woman, where you going to find one of those?" 

"I don't know but I'm not turning up to a family party on my own again, my aunties can be fucking brutal." 

"Well don't expect to playing all happy families and me being all nice." You sulk.

"Are you jealous?" 

"Yeah, duhh."

"Come here." He pulls you into arms wrapping his legs around yours. Comfortable silence drifting over you both as he strokes your hair and you fall asleep in his arms.

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You wake up in the morning smiling, then remembering what day it is and that you have to leave to go back to boring reality and your smile fades. Chris stirring beside you, his muscly arm resting over your stomach, locking you in place.

"Chris, wake up." You whisper in his ear, admiring his sleepy, perfect face. "It's 9.30 we've gotta check out at 10." He makes an unrecognisable sound of exasperation, his eyes opening, puffy with sleep or lack of in this case.

"Aww man, can't we just stay in bed a little longer, I don't wanna let you go." 

"You need to go check out first so we don't leave the hotel at the same time." 

"Fuck sake. Back to reality it is then." He says all hint of jokiness gone from his tone as he sits up and rubs his eyes. 

"I'm afraid so, I need to go grab my things. Text me when you've left please." 

"Wow! I feel used, do I not even get a kiss before you run out on me?" 

"I was just dealing with the business before I dealt with the pleasure, like I'd just leave without giving you a kiss." You threw yourself on him, wrapping your legs around him as he leant against the headboard. Taking his lips in yours, open mouthed kisses that left you both breathless.

*****

You packed up the couple of things you'd actually taken out of your pull along suitcase, you'd spent most of the weekend naked or slobbing about in Chris' t-shirts so all your clothes were still folded and packed.

You were anxious about going home to Liam and having to pretend again, having to try and not slip up about where you'd actually been. You literally had to go through possible conversations in your mind, conjuring up imagined answers to Liam's possible questions so you didn't get caught out. It was hard work.

Then you got the text from Chris telling you he was out of the hotel and on the road back home, followed by how much of a good weekend he'd had and how much he loves you.

You couldn't help having a spring to your step as you walked through the lobby, a weekend full of love making and reminiscing would have that effect on anyone.

After you'd checked out, the anxiety set in, like stepping out of this hotel would be like stepping in to an alternate universe. A universe that wasn't simple and easy like it had been this weekend but stepping through those revolving doors would mean that will all end. This safe feeling of being alone, away from prying eyes would end as soon as you stepped foot outside and it did, a ominous feeling sweeping over you, goosebumps covering your flesh. Maybe you conjured up the feeling in your own mind, manifesting it into existence but you couldn't shake it.

A feeling of being watched, was it your imagination or not? You didn't know, all you knew was how much you wanted to get out of public and back home. As you stood in front of the hotel, picking up your suitcase to carry it down the stairs, something caught your eye. A flash. And then another flash coming from your peripheral.

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I glance over as Emi starts on God, seeing her absentmindedly fumble with her cross as Mick listens intently, a small smile coming to my face. 

She's as enthusiastic about her beliefs as I am. It's a little more comforting having someone around that's on the same page as I am. 

That is until Nikki gets tired of hearing her go on and on about Christ. 

It's probably giving him flashbacks of conversations with Vanity. 

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" He yells back here to her, and she abruptly stops, looking at him. 

"Sixx, you're not even back here, just mind your own business." Mick boldly replies, too tired to fight about it. 

"What did you just say to me?" He cuts his eyes sharply. 

"He said mind your own business! It's not our fault your blood starts boiling and combusts into flames anytime someone mentions God! Shut up and deal with it and stop being a little bitch!" I state and he glares at me. 

A Jack Daniel's bottle is hurtling my way in no time, and I duck, causing it to hit Mick and Emi, soaking them in Jack. 

"Fuck you!" Nikki yells at me. "And you know what?! If God is so real why doesn't he just strike us out of the sky right fucking now?!" 

This sends Emi into a frenzy, grabbing her crucifix, praying, while Tommy and Vince join in on further terrorizing her, dropping their pants, along with Nikki, while they all shout on about how God needs to suck their dicks. 

I'd be offended if I knew God was. He's more than likely just looking down at them, shaking his head, wondering why he decided to create them in the first place when all they're doing is wasting their lives on booze, used pussy, and any drugs they can get their hands on. 

All the sudden, Tommy disappears into the pilots cabin, and within seconds we're doing a barrel roll, making Emi start screaming and crying. 

Once we get level, I'm taking a few deep breaths before coming to my feet. 

"Vivian." Fred scolds me, knowing what's coming, but I ignore him, marching to Nikki, Vince and Tommy, punching them both in the back of the head as hard as I can before slapping Vince with the same energy, Fred and Doc getting in the way before they can come back at me. 

"Fucking bitch!" Nikki barks at me. 

"Heard that one too many times, it's starting to bore me!" I bite back as Doc pulls me to the back of the plane. 

"See how boring my fingers around your neck are gonna be when I get ahold of you again!" He yells after me, Fred shoving him into a seat. 

"Maybe you'll kill me this time and do us both a favor!" I reply. 

"We have a gun at home just put it in your mouth and fire a-fucking-way!" 

"I would if I didn't know it'd make you so freaking happy, you sick junkie!" 

"God forbid you do anything to make me happy!"

"I sacrificed my dancing and my schooling to make you happy!" I throw at him.

"You threw out your chance to go to school and do what you were passionate about for me when I never even wanted you to do that! I wanted you to go to school, I wanted you to keep dancing but you didn't because you were too much of a pussy to leave 'cause you thought I'd break up with you!" 

"And we see where that fucking got me, don't me?! Married to a sick man who has no qualms about screwing his wife's best friend for over a year in the house he bought for her, in the bed they share!" 

"If that sick man didn't marry such a selfish, evil, farm fresh cunt from hell he wouldn't have felt the need to step out on her!" 

"You stepped out on me for drug love!" 

"I stepped out because I was bored with you and she fucked good!" He's venomously snapping at me. 

I want to say, "trust me, I know the feeling!" but decide not to. 

"Just be sure to mention that to our lawyers when you get back from Japan because I'm sick and tired of being married to you!" I shout. 

"Fuck you!" He screams. 

"Fuck both of you!" Doc snaps at us, heaving heavy breaths. "Now, I've had it, dammit!" He screams. 

We're all silent for a moment, before I'm glaring at Nikki. 

"See what you did, asshole?!" I accuse him. 

"What I did?!" He yells back, brows furrowing.

"Yes, what you did, since the only thing you're good at is stressing people out!" I shout at him. 

"I stress people out?! I stress people out?!" He starts laughing humorlessly. "I turned to fucking smack to escape your stress inducing bullshit, you delusional, rabid cunt!" He barks at me as Fred tugs me to the bathroom before I can get the last word in, locking me in until it's time to land. 

By the time we get to Fort Lauderdale, we've both calmed down enough to tolerate each once again, which is good considering paparazzi is on us like flees to a dog. 

"Vivian, Nikki!" Press shouts as cameras flash, Nikki reluctantly grasping at my hand as Fred clears a path in the people to car. 

When they see Vince, Tommy, Mick and Tansy behind us, they go after them next, giving me and Nikki time to duck into the car. 

"Geez." I sigh out, fixing my hair as Nikki moves across from me the second the door shuts. 

He leans his head back, cursing under his breath, raking a hand down his face. 

"You okay?" I ask him, genuinely, and he sneers, his eyes still closed as he catches his breath. 

"No, Vivian, no, I'm not okay." He huffs out with a sharp scoff, and I rub my lips together. 

"It's hard on me, too, you know. You aren't by yourse--"

"--Bab--Vivian, just shh." He catches himself before he says, "baby," and my heart tenses up in my chest. 

"Would you rather me scream at you and start an argument?" I ask him and he sits up, looking at me with smeared, running eyeliner, circles under his eyes, and ghostly skin. 

"I'd rather you just keep your mouth shut." He states, fumbling with his boot, pulling some tar, a spoon and a syringe out. 

"Oh, you aren't serious..." I say to him, raising a brow. 

"Me,Tansy, Izzy, Andy, Michael...don't act like you haven't seen someone shoot up before, Viv. If it makes you pussy out just close your eyes. I'll be done in a few seconds." He mumbles, about to start heating it in the spoon. 

I do just that, until I decide I'm not sitting around and let him kill himself anymore. 

I go to snatch the syringe and lump of smack away from him before he can stop me, opening the sunroof and throwing it out, going for his syringe next. 

"Stop!" He barks at me, guarding it, the both of us ending up on the floor of the limousine. 

"Nikki!" I scream, fighting with him to get it, but a sharp pain is soon shooting through my pointer finger as the needle stabs through the underside of my finger and out the top. 

It was by accident, being that he wasn't even holding the needle. 

"Motherfucker!" I scream to myself, Nikki's face paling further at the sight, as he lays underneath me while my tears are rolling down my cheeks as stinging pain spread through the nerves of my fingers, followed by the buzzing of the micro-amount of heroin on the tip of the needle that pierced my skin. 

I hiss as I pull it out and aim the needle at the car's carpet, getting rid of the shot, holding my bleeding finger as I sit up, Nikki still looking sick as I get off of him. 

"That shit wasn't cheap." He tells me, pulling himself up.

I don't pay him any attention, my finger starting to throb. 

He stares at me while I have my little pity party, before he takes a long sigh and grabs at my hurt finger, making me sniffle. 

"It's not like it went through the bone, Viv." He says dismissively, although he still holds to my finger as if trying to make it better. 

"Just shut up." I snatch away from him, frustrated.

"You shut up." He replies in the same harsh tone. 

"You fuck off." I kick my heel into his knee and he grabs my ankle and tugs at me, causing me to slide into the limo floor again. "Nikki!" I kick again with my other foot, this time, missing his crotch by mere centimeters. 

He slides to the other side of the seating to get away from me. 

When we stop at the next light, I'm reaching for the door handle and opening it up, causing him to pounce on me, and slam the door as I open it, yelling, "goddamnit, Sixx!" pinning me under him to keep me from opening it again. 

We both take heavy breaths, looking at each other...he smells repulsive, but I've missed the presence of his close proximity. 

The door opens suddenly, Doc and Fred looking down at us. 

Apparently we didn't stop at a red light, but our destination.

We both look up at them like guilty puppies, piled on each other, Fred, in particular, eyeing me like a hawk. 

"We're here." Doc informs us as we pull ourselves out of the car, and I brush off as Doc and Nikki walk ahead of me and Fred. 

"Don't say a word." I tell Fred.

"Wasn't going to." He assures me.

"It wasn't what it looked like." I say next. 

"Never said it was." He replies.

"Yeah, but, I know what it looked like, and--"

"--Viv, I'm not saying a word about it." He reassures me as we walk into the venue to see Steven, Slash, and Izzy sitting on the stage. 

Stevie sees me and makes a beeline for me, making a point to hug me. 

Steven was like Vince, but a hell of a lot more genuine and wholesome. He just loved love, affection, flirting, and women--especially women.

"Duff's really upset over what happened, Viv." He tells me in my ear. 

"I'll talk to him." I reply with a slight nod. 

"I don't know if just talking it out is gonna help much of anything, babe." He says lowly and I let out a breath. 

"I'll talk to him." I repeat, brushing off his warning. 

When I get on the bus, Duff's got his shirt off, shuffling through his bag, glancing at me. 

"Hey." I say to him.

"Hey." He mumbles back, grabbing another tshirt to put on. 

"Steven said you were still pretty upset about last night." I tell him, stepping a little closer. 

"Not with you...just...the situation." He explains in a low, frustrated tone. 

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?" I offer. 

He looks at me, letting out a breath, licking his lips.

"You've already said you guys are getting divorced, so, it's not like it really matters." He shrugs. "Just having a little trouble pretending like he didn't damn near kill you, but..." he trails off, seeing the look on me face before saying, "I'll get over it, Viv, alright? Don't worry about me jumping on him again or anything like that." 

"I'm not worried about that." I assure him, grasping at his hand, tugging him closer to me in the aisle, a small smile on his lips as his hand runs through my hair, our eyes locked. 

"I love you." He tells me, my arms wrapping around his waist. 

"I love you, too." I grin, and he presses his lips to mine, sweetly, before I'm pulling away. 

"Alright, your show starts in an hour and a half." I inform him. 

"Okay." He says dismissively, kissing me again. 

"Duff, we gotta go." I giggle, his lips kissing at my cheek, then my neck. 

"We will." He says against my skin, chuckling. 

"If you're late, Axl's gonna kill us both." I remind him, kissing him again. 

As always, one thing led to another, and then…

"Duff," I whimper out, my bare back wet with sweat from the humidity in the Florida air, my thighs spread as he pushes his fingers in and out of me on the table of the empty tour bus--my dress discarded to the floor, leaving me in only my heels since I wasn't wear a bra or panties, specifically prepared for this moment. 

The wet sounds of his fingers toying with my soaked pussy reverberate off the walls of the bus, only making the ache in me more hungry. 

His tongue swirls around my nipple, and he bites it teasingly, making arch into him, his fingers plunging deeply into me, purposely brushing that spot. 

I runny fingers through his hair as he goes to my other nipple, doing the same to it, making me sigh out in pleasure. 

He kisses my lips before grinning, taking a step back to look between my legs as if admiring me, his bare torso tensing with each breath in, his hand raking over his blonde hair. 

I pull my lip into my mouth, placing my heel on his chest, gently pushing him to sit down across the aisle, and I look at him smugly as he watches me, his hand palming at his crotch. 

I turn over to my hands and knees on the table, arching my ass up and my face down before reaching my hand underneath me to rub at my clit, watching over my shoulder as he takes heavy breaths. 

Two of my fingers tease at my entrance, and I moan out as they slide into me, my walls tightening around my digits as pleasure prickles up my spine. 

He keeps his eyes glued to me as I move my other hand to my clit, my toes curling as I eventually bring myself to orgasm, but I don't have time to recover before Duff's hands are grabbing my hips and his tongue is lapping at my center, sucking at my clit from behind. 

I gasp, my hand reaching back to hold his face to me, my body moving in rhythm with his tongue. 

Moans and whimpers come from me, and he pulls away for a moment, only to pull me into the aisle and push at my back until I've got my hands on the floor, completely bent over as he gets a better angle at eating me out. 

I nearly scream at the sudden accessibility he's got, on his knees, lips and tongue going to work. 

"I'm gonna come." I gasp out and he presses one more kiss to my clit before two of his fingers thrust into my cunt, making my eyes roll back at their demanding pace, curling to hit against my g-spot. 

He stands up, never pulling his hand away as the other hand holds at my hip, leaving to run over my ass cheek for a moment as I begin to spasm around his fingers, my legs shaking as cum runs down them. 

He pulls his fingers from me and I'm standing and turning to face him, sucking them into my mouth and he curses under his breath as I keep them in my mouth, my hand unbuckling his belt and pulling his hard cock out of his jeans, wanting him down my throat at the sight of precum beading at his tip. 

I keep my control, letting his fingers from my mouth as I'm licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together. 

I sit on the edge of the table, my legs spread, my hand between my legs as he steps to me, grabbing his prick and rubbing it against my sensitive folds. 

"Fuck, Vivian." He says softly, smile on his lips as if he still can't believe he's sleeping with me. 

I just grin at him and pull him down to kiss me. 

I cry out when he takes the time to push into me, hitting as deep as he can with a few more inches to spare. 

"Make me take all of it." I tell him after he thrusts a few times. 

He watches my face as he slowly inches it further and further into me, his tip hitting my cervix and pressing against it, making it give way little by little until he's buried in me to the hilt and I feel like he's in my stomach, tears in my eyes from the painful pleasure. 

"This is how deep I want you to go when you come." I tell him, sweat beading between my breasts and he watches it, leaning forward to lick it off my skin. 

"You want me to come in you?" He asks me, knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it. 

"Yes." I nod, gasping. 

"Why?" He asks and I look down, his shaft disappearing into me and coming out glistening with my juices. 

"Because it feels so good." I reply and he grabs my jaw, his tongue meeting mine in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he picks up his pace. 

I grab his hand and guide it to my bruised throat. 

He almost pulls his hand away but stops when I look at him. 

"You're not gonna--fuck--hurt me." I assure him, my hungry pussy being fed the way its needed, making my eyes roll back and my lids close as my head tilts back.

He slowly grasps my throat, harder and harder, and the sensation sends sharp pleasure straight to my clit. 

My fingers go to play with it, but his fingers move mine from his way, staying in fast rhythm with his thrusts.

"I'm--" I can't finish what I'm saying before he moans out with me tightening around him, further wetting him with my juices as I finish

Within a couple more minutes he's breathing out, his dick twitching before he fits all of his length into my cunt and my body's being christened with his hot cum. 

Once I cool down and clean myself up, I'm going back to him. 

I pull my shirt back over my head as his hand runs up and down my back, his lips catching on the space between my shoulder blades before the fabric of my shirt can cover me, making me laugh. 

"Duff, we--" 

"Dude, we eat on that table!" We hear Stevie pipe, and turn to see him and Izzy looking at us in horror, by the door, where we're sitting on the table. 

"So did Duff, apparently." Izzy says with a crooked smile, cigarette smoke cascading past his lips as he finds it amusing. 

"Sorry." I say to them, quickly getting dressed as Duff gets up to pull his pants on. 

"We didn't see anything, don't worry. We just waited for the screaming to subside." Izzy lets out. "Axl's wondering where you guys are."

"Of course he is." I roll my eyes. 

"Not for that reason. I think he wants to talk to you about Tansy." He adds. 

"Tansy? What about her?" 

"What do you think?" 

"She's not going to rehab until she wants to." I immediately know what he's referring to. "And being that she's not enthusiastic about living, I doubt she cares whether she dies or not." 

"Well, Axl's all worried and googly eyed and gross." Izzy huffs out. 

"Plus, she's our friend, too, and we've all been trying to talk to her about getting some help." Steven tells me, next.

I get my shoes on and step past them to the door. 

"See ya in a few." Duff tells me. 

"See ya in a few." I reply, smiling at him, before going to find Axl.

The irony of anybody from Guns being worried for Tansy due to her drug addiction was exactly that: ironic. 

But I don't blame Axl for not wanting to see the girl he was miserably in love with (well, obsessed and unhealthily infatuated with) on the brink of her own final destruction. I guess because I'd been there with Nikki, myself, and knew how scary it was--even if big, bad, mean machine Axl refused to admit he was scared, I knew he was.

"Have you seen Axl?" I ask Doc as I pass him by, and he furrows his brows. 

"Might check their dressing room, I think." He replies and I nod. 

"Oh, and I'm sorry for mine and Nikki's fight earlier." I say before he can walk off. 

"Don't worry about it, Vivian." He nods a little as I offer a small smile and head to the guys' dressing room. 

The ginger isn't in there and I groan, heading to Mötley's dressing room to check in there, coming face to face with Sparkie. 

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I ask him, cutting my eyes. 

"Waiting for Nikki to get back from the bathroom...what about you?" He replies smugly. 

"Wondering why you're back when Nikki and Axl have both made it clear they don't want to see you again." I state. 

"The bitchy redhead isn't getting in the way of my business." He says, referring to dealing to Nikki. 

"You're so sick." I hiss out in disgust, turning to leave. 

"I'm kinda wanting to add a few drops of fuel to the fire, ya know...tell him about you and Duff." He starts, and I tense up, slowly looking at him. "End the last show of this leg of the tour with a bang." 

"He won't believe you." I try to say it confidently, but my voice cracks just slightly. 

"I don't think you're giving him enough credit, Viv. Sure he's high a lot of the time, but it's not hard to believe when almost all of your time is spent with Duff in some form or fashion--not to mention you lied about your friendship with him from the start, so…" he points out. 

"What gets you off about seeing people in pain? If you're not helping them destroy themselves, you're making things a lot worse for their life." I grit out. 

"I'm not making things worse for his life by telling him about your inability to keep your legs closed. You did--well, still are doing--the crime, I'm just giving him a heads up about it because he's my friend, and my friend needs to know what kind of snake his wife really is." He remarks and I grind my teeth, turning to go again, but he grabs my wrist. 

"Unless she wants to persuade me to keep her secret?" He suggests, his cruddy eyes traveling up my body like they always do. "Last chance, Viv." He adds. "If he finds out, it'll completely shatter him. You don't want that on your hands, do you?" He keeps on, stepping closer to me, his arm sliding around my waist slowly as I stand still, frozen, as my heart pounds in my chest. "It'll just take a few minutes, and then you can go on your merry way, and I won't say a word." He grins, the tip of his nose touching mine, his chapped lips grazing mine as the door opens, revealing Nikki. 

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Yancy x gender neutral!reader

@fuchsia-vision ty for the prompt!

A/N: This is my first fic so go easy on me lol. It's rated T for a couple curses. It doesn't actually use any pronouns at all so gender neutral???

Word count: 1.6k

Yancy turns and walks back to the prison. He sighs, opening the door and heading back to his cell. He keeps thinking about your handsome and/or beautiful face. He begins to think about what would've happened if he'd gone with you. You two could buy a house, more likely an apartment, you could get a dog, you could get jobs you enjoyed, you could be together. You two could be… happy. Together.

What's he thinking? You'd never like him. At least… not in the way he likes you. He's not worth it. He grins when he thinks of the smile on your face when he suggested helping you break out. He really hopes you'll visit… and who knows? Maybe parole will roll around pretty quick.

He sneaks through the halls, carefully avoiding the guards and making it back to his cell. He lays on his bunk and closes his eyes, falling asleep with the thought of you in mind.

You, on the other hand, have no thoughts of sleep. You haven't even left yet. Reason 1, you thought it'd be kind of a dick move to leave Mark like that. Reason 2, you were breaking Yancy out, whether he liked it or not. Now, you have a plan. It's a pretty shit plan, but it's a plan. You'd go in through the same way you came out, grab Yancy, grab Mark, then leave. Perfect. Apart from the fact that you had worn a blindfold and have no idea where you're going. You'd forgotten about that. You sigh, trying your best to remember what had happened. Was it a left? No, it was a right. Or… was it up? This would take a while.

What took Yancy 30 seconds takes you 30 minutes. You get pretty lost on the way and somehow managed to get back outside. On the bright side, you found Mark in the infirmary and grabbed him. He was a bit woozy from the painkillers, but he understood the plan. He said it was shit. You debated throwing him back in, but eventually decided against. He made his way to the door to the outside while you make your way to Yancy. You're just about to give up when you hear a voice mumble something.

"Yous guys is gonna regret that…" Yancy slurs in his sleep. You run over to where you heard it come from and sigh in relief. He's clutching his pillow and snoring slightly in his bunk. You stand there for a minute, admiring how adorable he is, before taking the skeleton key out and unlocking the cell quietly. You tiptoe over to him and kneel down in front of his bed.

"Psst… Yancy… C'mon, we gotta go," you gently shake him. He groans and slowly stirs awake. It takes a moment for his vision to clear and he sees your face. "Hey buddy," you repeat his words from when he helped you escape earlier that night.

"Oh… I'm still dreamin'," He concludes.

"No," you shake your head, "I'm real. And you need to get your ass up out of there." His eyes widen as he quickly sits up, hitting his head against the top bunk and falling out of bed. You pull him to his feet and hold his shoulders to keep him steady. He holds yours to keep you there in case you would just disappear as soon as he let go. He looks all over your face for any sign of something, a joke, a… a prank, something that tells him this isn't real. Of course he wants it to be real, but you never know.

"What's yous doin' here?!" He whisper-shouts, "Yous was supposed to go back to yous's peoples! Why's yous here?!" You move your hand to his face and he leans into your touch.

"You're coming with me. I am not leaving after all we've been through." You state.

"I've known yous for three hours," He squints at you.

"Time is a construct," you shrug. "Besides, I already got a friend outside, you're not bailing now." He is now completely convinced you are the love of his life. You grab his hand and walk towards the hallway. He doesn't budge from his place in the cell. You look back at him and tilt your head, confused. He sighs and lets go of your hand.

"Listen… I really like yous, I really do… but…" you turn towards him fully. He looks at you. "I belong here… I already told youse, I done a lot of bad things. Bad things get peoples in here. I don't think I can go back out there…" You walk up to him.

"Yancy." You say. He avoids your gaze. You narrow your eyebrows. "Yancy" you say more sternly. He looks at you. "I really don't care whatever you did. All I know is that you are wonderful and…" you pause, thinking about whether or not you should say it. He lifts his head.

"And?" he urges you to continue.

"And…" you inhale deeply. "And I'm pretty sure I'm starting to fall in love with you." You finish. You stare at the ground, not wanting to look at him. You force yourself to look up at him and see the happiest face a man can make.

"Youse shoulda led with that." He comments. "Alright," He grabs your hand. "Let's go."

You both quietly leave the cell, locking it behind you. He leads, navigating the halls much faster than you did.

"So, how'd yous even get back here? I covered youse's eyes wit a blindfold." He asks. You chuckle nervously.

"Well… uh… I just kinda-" you're cut short by a yell from behind.

"They're here!" The guard yells.

You curse under your breath. Yancy squeezes your hand in a comfort attempt and runs. You can see the flashlights following you as you navigate the prison. You struggle a bit to keep up with him with all the twists and turns. At one point, you jump into a sewer.

"So I was supposed to go up," you say to yourself. You keep going until you finally find a place to hide. You stay until the guards give up and continue looking elsewhere. You both sigh and laugh at the fact that you made it. You look down and your intertwined hands and flush. Yancy does the same as he removes his hand and clears his throat.

"S-So, uh, yous gots a friend waiting for us?" He asks.

"Yup." You nod. "His name's Mark. He's the reason I'm here in the first place." You explain. Yancy knits his eyebrows together.

"He got yous in jail?" He asks, a tad peeved. You shrug.

"Well… I did agree to rob a museum. Plus, I chose the helicopter when neither of us could fly it, so…" you look to the side. Yancy stares at you for a moment and you get nervous, thinking he thinks that you're stupid. Then, he laughs.

"Yous… yous is insane. I like yous a lot. And this Mark guy… he sounds cool. Yous is both gonna be fun to hang out with," he smiles comfortingly at you. You grin and grab his hand, knowing where to go from here. You run out the door and see Mark at the gate. He waves to you and you wave back. You run over to him, Yancy's hand in yours.

"Hey! Oh my God, I thought you got caught for a minute there… God, I am so relieved you…" he stopped when he saw you and Yancy hand-in-hand. You both blush. "So, uh… is this a thing now? Because if so, I need to ready the guest bedroom at the base."

"Yeah… it's a… thing." You cough. Mark smiles.

"That's awesome! I'm happy for you, bud!" He congratulates. "Hey, I uh… I hotwired a car for us and found the map, so we can head back to base now…" he says. "I'll, uh, be in the car." He snaps his fingers and walks the other way. You let go of Yancy's hand and turn to him.

"Yous is sure about this, right?" He asked, slightly apprehensive. "I mean. I don't wanna be a bother to yous or yous's friend… maybe I'm not ready for society yet…" The doubt is clear on his face, but it disappears when you put your hands on his face.

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have gone back for you," you joke. He smiles and scoffs. You watch him for a moment before him a quick peck on the lips. He freezes and you wonder if you broke him. After a couple seconds, he smiles and kisses you. You both are out of practice, but you eventually remember how to kiss properly. You adjust yourselves for a better angle and continue kissing.

What can I say? It's like riding a bike.

You pull away for breath, both of you panting slightly.

"Well, uh.." He coughs, "we should… get to yous's friend over there…" You nod.

"Yeah… we should." You grab his hand again. "Ready to go home?" He smiles at the question.

"Course I am," You squeeze his hand start to walk. He intertwined your fingers. Anywhere can be home with you... he thinks. He takes a deep breath. "Hey…" he calls your attention and stops walking.

"Yeah?" You ask, getting a bit scared. He rubs your hand with his thumb.

"I think… I think I'm falling in love with yous, too," You kiss the back of his hand.

"Good," you whisper. You both continue walking towards the car, happily anxious for what's to come.

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My Dirty Dancer Part 6 - Regret (Bill Skarsgård AU)

{Authors Note ~ I hope everyone is doing well and staying safe! So we've had some smut and now we're here for the aftermath, even with Bill Skarsgård the walk off shame isn't a good one! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and remember, DMs and Asks are always open! Sending lots of love! ❤️}

Previous Chapters ~ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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"Fuck." You whispered as you pulled your denim shorts on and caught the tail of your shirt in the zip. Immediately you turned your head to look at Bill, making sure you hadn't roused him from his sleep. You were standing beside the bed on which he was sleeping, getting ready to quickly and, as quietly as possible, slip out of his cabin and into yours just before dawn broke. Looking at him now he seemed so young, and so innocent; nothing at all like the cocky self-assured guy you knew would appear as soon as he left his cabin. Sighing, you turned back to your shorts and sorted them out before straightening up and running your hand through your hair. It was about 3 in the morning and all you wanted now was to sleep in your own bed and put off thinking about this, what you'd done, until you woke up later on. "So you just planning on leaving me without saying anything?" The voice that made your heart sink sounded tiredly from beside you. "Well honestly you looked so happy sleeping I thought it'd be cruel to wake you." You whispered back to him, slipping your shoes on and giving his tired self a quick look before walking over to the door. "Y'know, I'm usually the one sneaking off in the early hours." Bill's groggy voice called to you across the room, and you groaned a little before you walked out into the night.

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You frowned a little as you felt light shining on your closed eyes. "Y/N? Come on you've got a morning practice for your lunchtime performance in half an hour." Lizzie called softly over to you and immediately your eyes shot open. The performance. The visit to Bill's. The touching... Your mind was flooded with all of that information as soon as you fully awoke. "Shit..." You sighed, looking over to Lizzie who was sitting on the edge of your bed. "Yeah ok...Thanks honey." Stretching, you began to sit up, suddenly noticing the marks Bill had left on your shoulder and pulling the bed sheet back up over you. "Uh...I'll see you at breakfast Lizzie, ok?" She nodded with a small smile before exiting the room. You watched her leave, making sure the door was closed behind her before you slipped out of your bed. Immediately you saw yourself in the mirror on your bedside table. Bill had really done a number on your neck, and it was gonna take a good amount of concealer to hide it for you performance. You groaned at the thought, but forced yourself to stand and get ready to head down to breakfast as quick as you could.

~

After breakfast (which had been Bill-free thankfully) you headed over to the staff rehearsal studio to go through your Mambo routine with Jake, your partner for the routine. Just before you walked into the room you saw Gemma, one of the other instructors. "Hey Y/N! I'm glad you're here!" She called over to you as she approached you, smiling. "Little change of plan with your practice and performance. Jake has injured his ankle while teaching last night and he won't be able to dance with you today, meaning we've had to switch things around. You've got a new partner. Hope everything goes well!" Waving to you, she made her way down the corridor. New partner...Your stomach twisted inside you at the prospect. No...Fate couldn't be that cruel. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted the bag hanging on your shoulder and walked down to the rehearsal room, frowning as you heard music coming from inside. So your new partner must already be in there you thought, pushing to door open to reveal your last-minute partner. "Well hello, sweetheart."

Speak, or in this case think, of the Devil, and he shall appear unto you... All six feet and four inches of him; with captivating green eyes, magnificent cheekbones and a strong jaw structure that should be illegal on any man. Damn it. "Bill?" You exclaimed, a look of absolute incredulity on your face. This was ridiculous - were you really that unlucky? Yes. Of course you were. "Yes, Y/N, that is my name. And I am your last-minute dance partner so can we get on with this?" He answered, still smirking a little bit folding his arms as he waited on the other side of the room for you, in a black vest today. Which for some reason you noticed. "And there was no one else who could have filled in for Jake?" Your mouth had said it before you could stop it and you immediately felt a little guilty. Bill's expression however barely changed at your words, and he simply shrugged his shoulders. "Johnny's got to fill in for George while he's doing private lessons and Pete has to fill in for me, everybody works here, you know that by now. Besides, I'm really the only one qualified enough to do this routine with you, considering the particularly penetrating connection you and I have." He winked slowly at you.

Sighing heavily, your shoulders dropped a little as you silently (partially) accepted the situation, rolling your eyes as you fully entered the room and shut the door behind you. Then, as you made your way over to Bill, you slipped your bag off and dropped it by the window sill before turning to him. You watched him eye you now you were closer to him, and wished that you were wearing something that wouldn't serve as such a feast for his eyes. It was just a black leotard with the same coloured tights underneath, a common rehearsal outfit, but Bill had a new way of looking at you that screamed the fact that he knew exactly what you looked like beneath your clothes. And he wasn't going to let you forget it. You groaned a little and folded your own arms. "You've got the right music I take it?" With his smirk still stuck on his lips he moved closer to you, reaching past you to turn the record player on. "Good enough sweetheart?" He quipped, and you had to nod - it was right, annoyingly so. A look of triumph pulled at Bill's statue-like features, and the familiar want to slap him arose in you once again. "Great. Now let's get on with this."

He immediately grabbed your hands and pulled you over to the centre of the room, then moved you close against him, placing one on his shoulder and wrapping his fingers around the other. His other hand snaked around your waist and you immediately glared up at him before you began your steps, trying to ignore the close proximity of your bodies and simply focusing on keeping in time with the rhythm of the song. You didn't look up to him. "So why'd you leave so early this morning, mmh?" Bill's deep voice permeated the music and your concentration, and you had to move your gaze from being fixed on his shoulder to his eyes. That was a question you really didn't want to answer. "Because I wanted to get out and back to my cabin before anyone realised where I was." You spoke plainly back to him, pulling back and moving into the turn of the routine. He pulled you back close to him again. "And by anyone you mean Lizzie?" Spike and crossbody lead. "Yes, I do. She's warned me about you so many times and-" You were lifted by your waist and you immediately had to wrap you legs around his waist. "You completely ignored everything she'd said?" Bill finished your sentence, and you gave him a quick scowl before you let your upper half fall backwards and he pulled you round and back up to him. "Well you didn't exactly help things." You spat back, unwrapping your legs and turning under his arm as the routine dictated. Then he pulled you back against him, his arm around you. "Hey, I only said the truth, it's not my fault if you can't control yourself around me sweetheart."

You scoffed, pushing yourself away and forcing yourself out of his grasp. "Not just last night you dick! What about everything you've been doing over the past month? Are you trying to say that you weren't doing that simply to break me down and get me to fuck you?" You hissed to him, shouting over the music, your eyes glaring harshly at him. "It was obvious you wanted it Y/N! Ever since your first night!" He shouted back, conveying some real emotions for the first time that morning. "You-You're just fucking unbelievable!" Turning away from him you stalked over to the record player and turned it off, grabbing your bag as you did so. "If Lizzie ever finds out about this, Mr Pearson is gonna find out about all the holidaymaker's daughters and wives you've been fucking. And I don't think you want the owner of this place to know. At all." You spat back to him as you brushed past him, barely sparing him a glance.

[bumblesimagines]

The Wolf Pack

Part 3

Request: Yes or No

Just a little something to show that (Y/N) isn't that bad. Even if he did try to manipulate Jug a bit.

(Y/N) poured a shot of tequila and slid it over to Jughead.

"I don't drink." He mumbled, holding an ice pack to his knee.

"You also didn't smoke but did it anyway." (Y/N) pointed out.

"Blu will answer any questions you have." (Y/N) said, leaving the room. He entered his room, finding Malachai inside. The male was sitting on his bed.

"What a lovely suprise." (Y/N) smiled, kicking the door shut and approaching him. Malachai shot him a lazy smile. (Y/N) sat on his lap, pushing him back.

"What do you want, Malachai? You have whores waiting in line to fuck you." (Y/N) shrugged off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

"Right back at you. Even after all the shit you do, some people are crazy enough to fall for you." Malachai said. (Y/N) chuckled.

"Don't act as if you aren't one of those people." He purred, feeling Malachai's hands squeeze his thighs.

"I've been told that some of your girls have been on the Southside." Malachai said, hands trailing upwards until they reached (Y/N) belt.

"They need the money. Most people here are so uptight... Riverdale has unfaithful shits and the girls need them." (Y/N) said, fingers running over Malachai's exposed chest and abs.

"Your gang runs primarily on drugs, ours runs on a lot of things." (Y/N) leaned down, pressing soft kisses to his jawline.

"The girls distract my guys."

"Tell them to keep it in their pants unless they're paying and treating them right." (Y/N) pulled back, staring into his eyes.

"If someone from your gang mistreats any of my girls, I'll slit their throat and leave them to the vultures, got it?" (Y/N) questioned. Malachai nodded.

"Of course." He leaned up, kissing him. (Y/N) kissed him back, grabbing a handful of hair as Malachai made quick work of their clothes.

(Y/N) counted his money, glancing at Jughead.

"Well, you're halfway there! We should celebrate." (Y/N) smiled, getting some champagne and pouring him a cup.

"Cheers!" (Y/N) laughed, drinking his cup. Jughead silently stared at the bubbles with a blank expression.

"What's with the long face? You should be happy! At least you don't have to get a dick shoved up your ass." (Y/N) said, leaning over the bar and brushing some of his hair under his beanie. Jughead looked at him.

"You and Malachai.. What's the deal?" He asked, finally picking up his cup.

"Just pals being pals. Haven't you and Arch done the same? He's hot, you... Not so much." (Y/N) grinned.

"But don't worry, I'm sure Betty is waiting for you with open arms and hopefully her legs are only open for you." Jughead frowned at his words.

"I heard about the whole rebound thing, or maybe it wasn't a rebound? Who knows, am I right? I mean, if my best friend was my partners old crush, I'd be suspicious. Especially after they said they didn't like them, then went around and kissed them." (Y/N) said, pouring himself another drink.

"How do you know all of this?"

"I have eyes and ears everywhere, Juggie. In Greendale, Riverdale... In this whole fucked up country, one wrong move and I'll know within minutes." (Y/N) said softly. Jughead gulped, bringing up the cup to his lips.

"(Y/N)." Penny walked over to him. (Y/N) hummed, looking at her. Jughead couldn't help but notice how close Penny was to (Y/N). Sure, she probably didn't want everyone around to hear but she could just whisper. (Y/N) placed a hand on Penny's lower back.

"If you think they're gonna fuck with your drug business, I'll tell Ty to give them a spook. He loves pranking people with dead animals." (Y/N) said. Penny hummed, her fingers tapping against his arm as she inched ever so closer to him.

"Alright." She nodded, placing a hand against (Y/N) cheek and pulling him into a deep kiss. Jughead almost choked on his drink. Penny pulled back and smiled before walking away.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The kiss. I thought-" (Y/N) giggled.

"Pals being pals, Jug." He cooed, fixing Jugheads shirt.

"What? Getting jealous? I could always give you a taste, Juggie." (Y/N) said, leaning forward. Jughead opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to respond. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I'm just kidding, you have to earn it." (Y/N) winked, grabbing the bottle of champagne.

"Maybe once you pay your debt... I'll thank you in a fun way." (Y/N) grinned, blowing him a kiss.

"Jones, the next run is ready." Blu called. Jughead slid off the stool and headed over towards Blu.

"Are you actually gonna give him a taste? You have enough playthings." (Y/N) looked at Penny. He grabbed her hand, spinning her around and pulling her towards him so her back met his chest.

"Are you getting jealous?" He asked playfully. Penny rolled her eyes, turning around.

"You've been paying more attention to Malachai." Penny said, wrapping her arms around him.

"Sorry, doll. You're just so busy with everything that I find myself going to him." (Y/N) explained. He moved his hands to her thighs and lifted her up. Penny smiled, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning down, kissing his lips. (Y/N) pulled back when someone cleared their throat.

"It'd be great if you could keep the PDA out of the bar room. People are trying to drown their problems and you two dry humping here, isn't helping." Delia said. (Y/N) chuckled, putting Penny down.

"What's the plan with Jughead? Are you really gonna let him go?" Penny asked, getting right back to business.

"I want him to turn on his friends. Once he does, I can go in for the kill and get them all against each other for the best entertainment of all; teenage drama."