#until the next time he's on his knees in front of him during a private lesson and Kreese takes himself out of his pants

[sadplaguedoctor]

god loves you, but not enough to save you.

⤷ curly & gn!reader

summary: you didn’t talk much anymore— definitely not to him at least. you refused to work with anyone when he handed out tasks and always asked for the longest ones. even daisuke had come to him in private to ask about you, claiming to be too nervous to reach out directly in fear of upsetting you. your talks with swansea had dimmed as well. you avoided everyone.

but one in particular seemed to get the worst reactions from you. one he couldn’t even stomach admitting.

tags: crossposted on ao3, you take the place of anya, referenced/implied rape, angst, hurt no comfort, unresolved trauma, responsibility

ao3 version

Another restless night of tossing and turning led Curly out of his bed and into the lounge, thinking maybe a drink would do him some good. His stress levels had skyrocketed ever since he stepped foot on this ship— yet he had to keep composure. No one wanted a man so inadequate as a Captain.

Upon reaching his destination, he was met with you instead— sitting alone on the couch, staring at the huge projection of a starry night sky. He stopped in his tracks for a moment and pressed his tongue to the front of his teeth, debating on whether he should leave you be or reach out. That was until he thought back on your recent developments.

You didn’t talk much anymore— definitely not to him at least. You refused to work with anyone when he handed out tasks and always asked for the longest ones. Even Daisuke had come to him in private to ask about you, claiming to be too nervous to reach out directly in fear of upsetting you. Your talks with Swansea had dimmed as well. You avoided everyone.

But one in particular seemed to get the worst reactions from you. One he couldn’t even stomach admitting.

Curly approached the lounge area, stepping down the stairs quietly so as to not startle you— quietly calling your name to direct your attention to him for a moment, letting you know he was there.

The way your shoulders jumped was almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking for the movement— but Curly saw it clear as day. It made his heart clench in his chest and he resisted the urge to curse under his breath at himself, regretting bothering you at all and wanting to turn back around and take his sorry ass back to bed.

But, the need to be there for you was stronger than the need to flee. For once.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

His words earned a much needed nod of assurance from you, a long, quiet sigh exiting his lungs. The sight of you was enough to make a grown man’s chest ache. You had abandoned your work enforced jumpsuit for a woolen gray sweater and black sweatpants that hung off your skin— bunching up at the ankles from the way you had your legs bent at the knee and nestled up against your chest.

A month ago, he would’ve sat right down next to you and smiled like he always did. His arm would find purchase around your shoulder as he nudged you during the aftermath of one of his absolutely horrid jokes.

But now, he couldn’t remember the warmth of your body next to him— let alone the thought of touching you. Last time he did that you looked at him like he was getting ready to strike you. That was the first real indication, he thought. Silent confirmation that something had happened to you under his protection.

“It’s okay, Captain.”

Ah. Captain.

He had drilled into your head the moment you had joined them that he really didn’t care for titles, and to call him by his name. And for a while, you listened. He had become Curly to you, just as you had become a friend to him.

But after this unspoken event. The way his title rolled off your tongue made him feel sick. It was foreign and familiar at the same time.

“You know you can call me Curly,” he spoke with a kind smile, trying to lightly tease you to get you to at least crack him a smile— tell you you were okay and he had nothing to worry about. But when met with your silence, he suppressed a sigh of disappointment.

He stood there for a few beats, waiting for something, anything to happen. When it didn’t, he took a step forward and sat himself down on the couch— next to you, but not too close. He knew he should keep his distance no matter how much it jabbed at his heart. This wasn’t about him.

“Couldn’t sleep? I couldn’t either.”

You didn’t have time to respond to his question before he answered it himself. He had a habit of doing this— no matter how many times Jimmy would dog on him in the past for interrupting or asking him things just to take away his right to answer them. It was all in good fun then, but with you, he couldn’t help but inwardly curse at himself.

“You.. haven’t been sleeping lately. I keep seeing you up here more frequently and uh.. it’s worrying me,” he confessed to you, keeping his voice down. He didn’t have a reason to. No one would hear him if he talked normally anyway, but he figured you would appreciate it.

Your silence was deafening and it made his leg bounce at the knee. He wasn’t good at this. He didn’t know how to confront these emotions when he felt them personally, so how was he expected to help anyone else?

Curly allowed the silence for a little longer before he tried to start another conversation. For some reason, he couldn’t give up. He felt a sort of entitlement to get a response out of you. It’s what a captain does, right? They help their crew when they need it— and you.. you need it.

“Please talk to me.. I want to help you so badly, but I can’t if I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours,” again— and like always, he used humor to cover his slowly growing discomfort. He hated not knowing. Whether it was something simple or as serious as he assumed this was. He hated it.

“I wish I was one of them.”

Your meek voice echoed in his ears like it was spoken through a megaphone, his head immediately turning to look towards you to watch for any indication of what you may be feeling. Of course, there was nothing. No trace of anything at all. No sadness, no anger— just nothing. It made Curly’s throat feel dry and he forced a swallow before speaking.

“The stars?” He asked, looking in the direction of your blank stare which was staring intently at the fake projection.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask why?”

A small part of him almost didn’t want to know despite trying so hard to find out. He had always been afraid of confronting a problem head on— constantly trying to find ways to avoid them altogether or ignore them until they didn’t affect him any longer. This wasn’t his realm and he didn’t feel welcome in it.

“They don’t have to think or feel like we do,” you began, your words already tugging on his heart, “They don’t regret. They don’t cry or complain. Yet they burst under the slightest indication that something has gone wrong.”

“They remind me of myself at times,” with the final words of your confession, went your contact— eyes drifting away from the pixelated stars and over to Curly. His eyes locked with yours and he felt a chill run down his spine when you spoke again.

“You too.”

What did you mean by that, he thought— having a hard time deciphering your rather bold statement. He didn’t know how to react. Your words ran through his head over and over and he tried to pinpoint where he related to them. But, of course, in his flawed mind— he had no idea.

“How so?”

He didn’t expect the smile that graced your face at his words. He wanted so desperately to see it earlier, but he didn’t want it now. Your eyes looked over his body before returning to the blue luminance of the projection— causing his gaze to stutter and flick between you and the supposedly calming sight in front of them.

“With all do respect.. you aren’t made to be a leader. You’re too reserved and too.. protective of your convictions— and when someone goes against that, you play the mediator. A very flawed mediator.”

He stayed silent, looking down at his hands and now still leg. He fought the urge to defend himself and tell you how hard he tries to be good for the crew, but he knew this was not the time. His most closed off crew member was finally opening up to him after so much pleading, so he listened. He did what he should’ve done from the very start, and listened.

“You tell everyone they can talk to you and that you’re there for them.. but, are you really?”

He felt different. He had never had his whole self picked apart and put into words for him to hear. Something deep down told him that he needed too. He was living in purposeful ignorant bliss and it was time to smell the roses. If only they weren’t wilted and rotten.

“I’m..” he started, cutting himself off with another thick swallow, shaking his head slightly to clear his mind and try to figure out what to say. His teeth pinched the sensitive skin of the inside of his bottom lip and gnawed at it— finding solace in the momentary sting before he was forced to face reality. His own reality.

“I’m so sorry,” vulnerability was clear in his voice, “I really am.”

He opened his mouth to say more, but when he looked over to see you shaking your head and adjusting your seat— legs stretched out and planted on the floor underneath them instead of tucked up to your body.

“I don’t want your apologies, Curly. I want you to take responsibility for what you’ve done.”

Curly’s eyes grew dry and he found he couldn’t blink anymore. His eyelids stopped responding to his brain and his body stiffened. He couldn’t move, couldn’t see— his skin was burning.

Once his brain cleared and the clouds were gone, all he could see was the projection of the night sky— this time much smaller and directly in front of his face. Unshed tears pooled around what was left of his bottom eyelids. He should’ve done more. He could’ve helped you— helped them all.

If only sorry was enough.

i wanted to post some of my ao3 fics here as well, so why not start with curly? i’m going to keep jimmy there and not bring them here though just because i feel more comfortable that way. if you are from ao3, expect the enji one soon! and if you’re not from ao3.. expect the same <3

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Kreese spitting into Johnny's mouth.

That's it that's the post.

(You know that Johnny would willingly open his mouth wide, stick out his tongue, swallow it, and say 'thank you sensei!'.)

[azrielhours]

Domestic

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 1530

Synopsis: Az watches you get ready for an event. He's never seen the process before and is extremely taken by it. It feels so personal to him and he can’t explain it.

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He’d never known an intimacy so sweet. It’d likely become an injury he’d carry afterwards when it came to an end.

A taste of domesticity he didn’t even realize he’d been missing out on.

Hours left for the gala they’d be attending, and you were getting ready. The sweetness of watching it unfold was meditative. A window to your most private hours, so glaringly personal that it felt like a sampling of commitment.

He looked forward to this—it quickly became Azriel’s favourite part of the day. All his to savour.

He’d known yearning, he’d known the sex. Had pined over Mor for centuries, pictured a life with her, ached for the void he felt. Coveted pretty females, kept lovers to satiate himself. He was well versed in admiration from afar, but never been privy to the process where a female sat in front of a vanity and readied herself.

And somehow, this felt more intimate than all the rest.

You’d been hesitant about attending the long-haul mission when you learned it would just be you and the guys, but Azriel and his brothers consciously accommodated you right from the start. Before the various dinners and galas, Cassian would train until the very last moment to avoid making you feel rushed. He’d come in 15 minutes before the time to leave, throw on a suit and make some snippy joke about his exhaustive beautifying process. Rhys would be in and out of the room, ensuring all arrangements were taken care of, then savour his time getting ready which actually was exhaustive.

Azriel? He always had reports to go over that kept him strictly in the room. Kept him where he could sink into the luxury of watching your routine unfold.

Fools envied those who found mates for the companionship, the physical intimacy, the assurance of partnership. That’d been what Azriel ruminated on when he watched Rhys love Feyre, Cassian love Nesta. A fool indeed, because he’d never even considered this side of things.

It put entire fantasies in his head. How it would feel to have this routine with you—where you were his. He’d be watching it all happen from his bed. You’d be this comfortable in his room. Take up space in his life. A life where this was his to claim.

Even Mor—all his years of aching for her—any overlapping missions, and she’d kept him from seeing this side of her. There was truly no instance where he’d been let in this way. No relationship or lover where he got to see and learn it.

He’d been memorizing it. It was always a bath first that you’d come out of smelling intoxicating. Gleaming skin beneath a thin dressing robe that ended above your knees. It took a while for you to feel comfortable sitting in the shared room in just your robe, but it took Azriel even longer to be normal about it. To rid himself of thoughts about what stayed on underneath it, or what wasn’t on at all. He didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks when you’d come out, from the heat of the bath or the awareness of your undress. A blush that Azriel matched when he’d look elsewhere, trying to avoid discomforting you, to avoid letting Cassian or Rhys notice his attentiveness.

Next was the dressing table component, where you were currently seated. Your robe sinfully inched up your legs when you lifted your arms to fuss over your hair. Arranging pins into various places. The focus in your eyes he’d catch in the mirror made the thoughts eddy out of Azriel’s brain.

So, so pretty.

A pinch between your brows as it slowly fell into place right. It took a week before you began comfortably playing your symphonia during the routine. Quietly, even though Rhys insisted it didn’t bother anyone. Azriel shuffled his papers, listening to the music that you faintly hummed along to. A breath of feminine exasperation left you that drew his eyes up—you were done with the hair. Tired from the effort.

Azriel bit back a smile at the labour of it all.

His favourite part was next—the cosmetics. Face creams first. A little perfume oil roller down the length of your pretty throat. Intention behind every brushstroke on your skin. Precision in shading beneath cheekbones. He shamelessly looked up to catch the part where you smiled at your reflection to set the rouge on the apples of your cheeks. Looked away again.

Kohl smudged into your lash line. Smaller brushes to sweep pigment on your eyelids. You didn’t notice his glimpses, too focused on the accuracy. A miniature comb you applied to your lashes, brushing upward and coating them black.

Your most beautiful feature, those hypnotic eyes.

He listened carefully for the click when you opened your lip rouge. He glutinously watched you apply colour to your sensuous mouth.

What he’d give to feel that motion he witnessed, the drag forward and back across your lips beneath the pressure of the rouge. The plush he could see—could practically feel. Colour he could envision smudging prettily with his thumb.

He cast his gaze down again. A composing deep breath, nearly shuddering.

Rhys cleared his throat, making Azriel’s head snap to him where he was sitting at the desk. He’d been getting dressed. Azriel didn’t even notice he’d sat down. A hateful smirk pulled the corners of Rhys’s mouth up. Azriel glared, returning his focus to his reports.

You admired your completed work, checking the presentation from various angles. Azriel would stare at the angel in the vanity too if it weren’t for his bastard brother making silent insinuations to his side.

He was spared when Cassian entered the room, looking at you, and releasing an inflated sigh of relief. “Thank God. We can let you out into the public again.”

You laughed mirthfully. “I’d say the same about you, Cass, but you could use a little work.”

He only approached you, crowding your space. “Can I get some of that?” he nodded to your products.

You laughed again, scooting for him to unceremoniously squish at your side on the tiny bench. You dolloped something onto your fingers, twisting to smear it onto his face, grinning.

“Azriel wants some too,” Rhys chimed in.

His heart faltered.

You glanced back, meeting Azriel’s gaze, brows high. He had to clench his jaw to keep down any reaction. Your beauty stunned him, and whatever Rhys was playing at, whatever you were going to do—

He was too startled by the suggestion to think to deny it. Too late, he realized, his silence implied agreement.

Somewhat bashfully, you rose in answer, product in hand.

Azriel remained frozen as you approached him. Both his brothers watched, but all he could care about was the homecoming he felt when you sat next to him on the bed.

Did you have any idea how profoundly personal it felt?

That feeling of Déjà vu befell him again—whatever version of this domesticity existed in another life where this was his. You were indeed on his bed, more bare than not. About to touch him like he was all yours.

That part bore the most truth, in this life and whatever other lives he was getting visions of.

You sat close enough that the skin of your knee tested his focus. It was just moisturizer that you’d squeezed onto your fingertips, but God did it feel like something precious, or maybe it was the sense of reverence you put into anything you touched. He held his breath as you raised your hand and gently smudged the cream across his cheekbones.  

Azriel felt like a teenager all over again, heart soaring at the tenderness.

Eyes focused, you leaned closer. Your other hand came up to gently cradle his face, thumbs stroking the product more intently into his skin. He hoped you couldn’t hear his heart as you stroked across his cheek a third time. Warm and soft. Azriel savoured the proximity. How even more devastating you looked up close.

“There,” he felt your breath softly puff onto his cheek. You retracted your hands, bracing yourself on his bed.

“Thank you,” he muttered lowly. The two of you remained for a beat. This time, Azriel didn’t try to hide his stare.

You finally broke it, seeming to recall the intrusive observation of your viewers. You rose, heading to the bathroom.

He couldn’t care less about his brothers’ prying eyes. Not with your warmth still sinking into his skin.

So, so familiar.

When the bathroom door finally opened, he snapped out of his thoughts. You’d changed into your gown. Your eyes found his immediately, chin marginally dipping under his gaze. He noted your slight shiver, and he allowed himself to wonder if you too felt the strange air. Charged with false nostalgia.

You only shook it off, smiling at him.

He felt it prickling again as he drank in the sight of you. Like flashbacks from another future. Something in his chest tightened. Likely the injury of tasting this domesticity already setting in, it seemed.

He only smiled back.

He’d figure it out later.

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[islayhawkin]

Night out

john price x autistic!f!reader

summary: john takes you out for a drink with his team

A/N: this shows the parts of autism from my own experience. Doesn't mean everybody has the same experience. Husband John is so cute.

Found out that I'm way better at writing angst than fluff haha oops

Fluff

It was a friday evening when john took you out to meet up with his comrades. You were introduced to them before but you never really spoke to them. Mostly because john took measures to keep his private life -you- separated from his work. But he came home today and was going to meet up with them just as friends outside of work so he asked you to come along since he didn't want to leave you alone immediately after he just returned.

So it happened that you were sat next to your husband in the car while he drove you both to the bar they agreed to. When you watched him drive you couldn't help but admire the way he effortlessly switched gears and scanned the street through the front as if he was checking a battlefield. He smiled and rested his hand on your thigh once he met your gaze. "You tell me if they make you uncomfortable alright? They can be quite...well you know how soldiers are." he told you in that gruff voice of his, but he somehow made it sound incredibly soft.

"I will. Thanks." You smiled at him and squeezed his hand gratefully.

"Of course."

"There's a toilet, right?" you asked as your mind was already in the bar.

"Yeah 'course. I'll show you." he reassured.

"Okay good."

He glanced at you a few times during the ride. Clearly observing the slight tension in your body and how you tapped your fingers anxiously on your knee, but he didn't comment on it.

After a few minutes of silent driving, he parked the car on the side of a street, shut the motor off and went out to open the door for you before you were able to pull a jacket on. The sound of your shoes could be heard on the gravel in the otherwise quiet street as well as the slam of the door behind you.

John offered his arm and you settled your hand in the crook of his elbow. His form shielded you from the street as he always insisted to walk on the side closest to the ongoing cars. Usually, you would have felt unsettled to walk in such a quiet part of the city in the dark but with john by your side you felt the safest you could ever be.

A torrent of noise engulfed you the moment you stepped foot into the bar. People talking, music playing in the background, glasses clanging. John guided you through the group of people to a table in the back. Loud laughter on the right. A door swinging shut on the left. The arm of a man pushing you slightly into John's side.

He pulled you close to him and cleared the path as well as he could. Apparently, John's friends were already there. He greeted them as the three men stood up and clapped each other on the back rather roughly it seemed to you. You had to do without his arm as support now so you busied yourself with your hands while swaying from one side to the other. Their mouths moved but you weren't able to make out their words through all the noise.

When John stepped back one of them stretched their hand out for you and you took it as your cue to shake his hand and smile at them politely while another man -the other Johnny you recalled- shook your hand. The hand was big but slimmer than John's and slightly sweaty. You wiped your palm against your clothes to rid the feeling, but the urge to wash them lingered.

Kyle and ghost made their way over to the bar to grab you all drinks while you sat down around the table. John arranged the seating so you would only sit next to him and not squeeze in between the men. He leaned his head down and grabbed your hand softly in his.

"You good?" he muttered in your ear. His eyes scanning your face. "It will get quieter soon."

You nodded and grasped his hand back.

One of his fingers pointed in the direction to the left. "There are the toilets"

You followed his eyesight until you spotted a door in the corner. You nodded and moved your thumb up and down over the back of his hand in a soothing manner.

Soap leaned over the table with a smug look on his face. "...never seen the captain like this..." You looked between John and Soap. John was already sighting exasperated next to you.

"What do you mean?"

Soap laughed. He looked carefree as the laugh took over his whole face. You rarely saw such a laugh on John.

"He's all lovey-dovey with ye. We know him to be a lot differently." Soap grinned.

You glance at john next to you, who rubbed his eyebrows, already embarrassed. But there a was a slight pull in his lips that told you he enjoyed people seeing you with him. It made a feeling of warmth spread through your body at his reaction. He looked almost... proud? Maybe you were just interpreting too much into it.

"Wha- how do you mean?" You leaned back over to soap. Careful to put enough distance between you but still being able to hear him.

"Well ya kno', he's a pretty harsh captain. Always scoldin us, shoutin around the field. Doin things that... are verra different from how he treats ya. All soft and gentle."

"Oh. I guess it would be weird if he was that way on the field too. I don't know him any differently..." you shrug.

"Oh lass we're gonna have a lot of fun." he winked. John already feared what he was talking about.

"Alright I think that's enough gossipin about me now."

Soap just laughed but to john's luck gaz and ghost came back with the drinks in hand and sat down next to soap.

The drinks were handed around the table leaving you empty handed. "Cap said you don't want anything, you sure?" Gaz asked as he noticed it.

You nodded with a smile. "Yeah thanks. I drink from john's." You pointed to the drink in front of john.

Gaz gave a nod. "Well let me know if you change your mind ma'am."

You smiled genuinely this time. Being called ma'am wasn't a usual occurance in your life, but every soldier you met did it. It was respectful. You appreciated that. Especially when john had adressed you with it at the beginning of your relationship.

The men started a easy conversation sometimes asking you questions to involve you. It was difficult to hold a conversation when you could only understand half of what they were saying, but over time the bar began to quieten down which made you feel more at ease.

You took john's glass to drink even though you didn't know what it was. Something non-alcoholic since he was driving but still bitter. Just the way john liked it.

John apperantly saw the grimace you made at the taste. "I can get you a other one if you don't like this one, love"

"It's fine."

John scanned your face. He knew you too well and it wasn't the first time you went out together. There were two possible reasons why you didn't want to drink. Either you thought it too expencive or you were too anxious to get anything down.

"I want you to drink something nice. You don't worry about the price alright? You're my mrs. Price I can afford you a drink." He smiled and lowered his head to get to your eye-level. He always did this. You didn't know if he was aware of it. But somehow he was able to make himself look smaller and less intimidating with his body language.

Your eyes shied away to settle on his lips instead. "Okay." You grinned sheepishly. "You know me too well."

Johns face lighted up triumphically. "I'll get it. Be right back." He pecked your temple before walking over to the bar.

The moment he left the table gaz and johnny started talking to you too.

"You know he's thinkin about you all the time when we're out. Always carrin' that picture with him and worryin'."

"-all he does is worry. Can be bloody annoying, no offence." Ghost piped in.

"...also the first few nights" johnny wistled. "He must miss you much-"

"Johnny don't talk like that to the lady."

Soap looked offended. "She knows that for sure! Not something that's unknown to her probably."

You laugh and raise your brows ammused. "I made my assumptions. Even though john rather always seems to complain about you three"

They laugh and slap eachothers arms before engaging in a animated talk about the topic.

The later it get's the more energy was drained. You had an almost blank look on your face and weren't able to make polite smiles anymore neither engaging in the conversation. John noticed of course. He observed the way you became quieter over the evening and seemed to sink into yourself. Even when he saw you this way so many times before it seemed his heart couldn't take you being unhappy in any way. It made him want scoop you up and bring you home. He hated not being able to shield you from everything. Even the others were shooting their captain confused looks.

"You okay?" John muttered, only for your ears to hear.

You nodded. "Can we go home soon?"

"Of course. You tired?" He brushed a calloused thumb over your cheek.

You nodded in response. "If you wanna stay I can wait a bit. I don't want to cut your evening short."

He smiled reassuringly. "I need to get you home."

Relief flooded through you even though you felt guilty for pulling john back again.

"Alright lads. We'll be going. The missus needs to put this old man to bed." He joked.

Even though it was a joke it meant a lot to you. He took the blame for your departure. It made you blink up at him in disbelief.

The men made some comments and complained about you leaving so soon but goodbyes were given and a moment later john led you out of the bar. His hand resting gently against your back.

Your walk to the car was silent but you could feel his glances on you. It wasn't in a uncomfortable way, it made you feel looked out for.

"Why did you do that? Lie about us leaving."

John looked slightly taken aback by the question as if he didn't think about it before.

"Well I assumed it wouldn't feel nice to you for me to announce that you were the reason we were going home. And It's easier for me to take a few hits from the boys than for you. Honestly didn't think much about it."

He opened the door for you before walking around to the other side himself. Your gaze followed him as he shifted in his seat to get comfortable and clip his seatbelt shut. He met your gaze when he looked up.

There was a small smile hidden beneath his beard. "What?" His voices sounded gruff as if he had smoked too much. Maybe he had.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

His expression softened considerably. "Because I'm putting a seatbelt on?" He teased gently.

You gave him a 'seriously?' look. "I'm serious john. You're the best husband I could ever wish for."

He lowered his head bashfully. His heart skipping a beat. He'll never get used to being called your husband. "I try my best darling. I'm glad you think so."

You leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. The hairs of his beard tickling you. It was a familiar feeling. There was no smile on your face, there didn't need to be, you didn't have to pretend anything with him.

"Thank you."

John grabbed your hand in his bigger one giving it a squeeze. "For what?"

"Being you." Your eyes met his and you were able to hold eye contact for the moment.

John chuckled. "That's not a-"

"For always looking out for me. For accepting me the way I am and always trying to meet my needs even if you want something else. For never getting angry at me and being SO considerate. Like, like you did back there taking the hit for me without even thinking about it. You do stuff like that all the time."

It sounded so genuine coming from you even though your tone sounded flat. Almost like you were stating facts. "And I feel like I'm holding you back a lot. You need to give up so much for me and I need you for so many things it probably can be annoying for you..."

John's brows furrowed instantly. "Darling...it's not- you're not annoying to me. Never. And I'll gladly give up whatever if it means that I get your love." His voice was so gentle, that his friends would probably fall from their chair. A slight shake in his head to contradict your thoughts. He adjusted his position to cup your cheek in his palm.

His mind was spiraling to express his thoughts and make you aware of your importance to him. Did he ever make you feel like you weren't? Where did you get the idea? Had he acted annoyed when he helped you sometime? Maybe that time were he had gotten home from work...

"I never meant to make you feel this way. You need to put up with all my bullshit too and I'm so grateful for you. I-" his voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat.

You were overwhelmed by how you should react. It wasn't the first time you saw him vulnerable, you were used to his nightmares or worries, but it didn't happen frequently either and there wasn't excactly a handbook for 'what to do when your husband feels-' well you weren't entirely sure what emotion he felt at the moment either.

He took a breath. "You just mean a lot to me, love. I want you to be happy."

"But you need to be happy too." you stated quietly.

He smiled. "I am happy. More than happy with you. You're about the best thing that happened to me." A chuckle escaped his lips. "And honestly I quite like that you're a bit dependend on me. Makes me feel needed."

John pulled his head down to lean his head against yours. "You don't need to say anything. I just don't want you to think that you're a burden to me."

"But it is hard on you sometimes is it not?" you whispered. The blue in his eyes was so close that it blurred.

"Yes it is. But I know it's hard for you too being with me sometimes." He adjusted his eyes downwards.

"Yes. We make it work tough."

"That we do love. We make it work." he whispered before closing the small gap and touching your lips with his.

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Bad Guy

Summary -> despite Kai settling down in a quiet life with you, your friends still don’t trust him, and whilst he acts as though it doesn’t affect him, his behaviour towards it behind closed doors is a different matter (2.6k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni pleeaasseee, smut, oral (male & female receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, aftercare, frustrated!Kai, unsupportive friends, slight angst, fluff, mentions of blood sharing, swearing

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Kai was becoming antsy, he knew better than to start an argument with the people that you called your friends. But they wouldn’t let up on their disregard for your and Kai’s relationship, their opinion always seemed to be right in their eyes. And it irritated him, more so that they thought that he could ever hurt you, even during his time for being hungry for power and revenge, he had never laid a bad finger on you.

As you came back from the lavatory, you squeezed in the booth next to Kai, and he instinctively laid his arm around your shoulders. He was always protective, but he didn’t want them to spew their nonsense in front of you, but clearly, they didn’t care what you wanted. And he had to grit his teeth to silence himself from lashing out at them - nobody spoke to his girl like that.

You were a grown ass woman, you were allowed to be with who the heck you wanted, and if it were him, it was their place to accept that they could do nothing about that. “There’s this guy who works at the little cafe on the corner Y/N, he’s been asking about you a lot. He even wanted your number, but I wouldn’t give it to him without your permission of course.”

“Permission not granted.” You said to Elena, picking up your drink and bluntly taking a sip. “I’m with Kai, you know that. And I’m stuck with him, for better or for worse.” Her intentions for you were only for the best in her eyes, she wanted you to be happy, and most importantly safe. But being bound in a relationship with the sociopathic heretic was not good for you, or so she thought. She, and the others, wouldn’t even give him a chance, and it had Kai wondering if he even deserved one.

“Oh it’s definitely for worse.” Damon chipped in, and you could only shoot him a glare. Kai’s knee was bouncing beneath the table, he wanted to say something, or snap one of their necks, but he had to be on his best behaviour to prove each of them wrong. He’d broken their necks and worse in the past, but he was a better man now, and he had to keep trying to convince them of that for your sake.

The digs at him finally settled down as everybody got lost in conversation but they were adamant about leaving him out at every chance they got. It was as though they were pretending he wasn’t there, and he knew that he had definitely not done an invisibility spell. The heretic’s mind was spiralling with private thoughts of what he was going to do to you when you finally got home, and that seemed to pass the time.

Before he knew it the two of you were in your car, and he found himself looking out the window rather than at you. He was trying not to brew in his frustrations, he had been working on it, but he wanted to get home first, that way nobody could see him treat you in the way he knew you liked best. You were oblivious to the emotions that were weighing on his chest, tapping your fingers as you steered the wheel, almost at the last partition of your route home.

It wasn’t much, just a small apartment big enough for the both of you, but it was the one place that he had not been shunned for being in. You’d never even allowed your friends to enter once the both of you had moved in, which only made them more suspicious, but only those that respected your and Kai’s relationship had permission to enter. And until then, they would have to deal with being cast away in the unknown of your living habits.

“Kai, are you okay?” You asked once the two of you had finished on your journey to your home and were safely inside the front door. He quirked his head at you, his stoney orbs mocking you with his widening pupils. He shook his head, taking off his long coat and draping it over the rack. “Kai.” You hurried after him as he headed towards the bedroom, growing worried for the way in which he was acting.

At first he hadn’t been the best with communication, but it was an unspoken rule between the two of you that if there was a problem you would voice it to each other. And he rarely had trouble to voice his concerns, but anxiety bubbled in your throat when you received nothing more than the silent treatment. He decided to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers stroking his bottom lip in thought. “Kai, have I done something wrong?” You enquired worriedly, standing before him and pressing your hands upon the hill of his knees.

He released a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. “The only thing you’ve done is kept your tongue tied when your friends spoke about us. I can’t put up with it anymore Y/N/N, it’s driving me insane that whilst they have no idea about our relationship, they see themselves important enough to have an input on it.” He stroked his hands through his hair, staring up at you before cupping your waist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that baby. I love you and I love us, it just doesn’t make me feel the best when I’m forced to hear their opinions.” His eyes begged for your forgiveness, but there was none to be given, considering he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

In fact he had been on his best behaviour, just for you. If Kai resented something so much he was always one to either speak up or more commonly lash out, but he was aware of what your friends meant to you, and he wasn’t prepared to ruin his redemption. “It’s okay, keep going. There’s nothing wrong with having a little destress Mal, you can use me for that y’know.” Your hands released their hold on his knees and played with the strap of your little black dress, tugging it down in a teasing way. “Do you want to use me Kai? Make yourself feel better with my mouth?”

You bit your lip to emphasise your point, and you were about to lower yourself onto your knees but Kai was already one step ahead of you. He’d used his vampiric speed to shove you to the ground, and he was once again on his feet, shadowing above you like the villain that people thought he was. “That’s a good idea from you baby, I shoulda thought of that sooner. It’s always hot to see you at my mercy, but begging to be, that’s something that I’m not going to shy away from.” You grew excited as Kai began to unravel his belt that secured his jeans around his waist, undoing the buckle only then to switch to the fly.

“Then don’t Parker.” He had no hesitation when it came to revealing himself from his charcoal coloured jeans, pulling his cock out and gripping your hair as he slapped the side of your face with his length. You stuck your tongue out, hungry to taste him on your buds and so he waited no longer to enter his cock in your mouth. His length disappeared down your throat as you gagged, but he held your head still. Kai used you in a means to release his frustration; your friends could never accept him, not even now that he was a good guy, or as close to that as he could get. He couldn’t kill anyone to destress, that would only be proving their point. And so he took it out on you and you most certainly had no complaints to the solution to his enraging problem.

"Take my cock so well, anyone would think it was down your throat when you stayed silent instead of defending me." He was spiteful, what he didn't know however was that you had stood ground for him countless times before when Bonnie or Damon or Elena had the need to express their distaste for your boyfriend. It had always been the way, you were the only one that saw him for more than the monstrous things that he had done.

A whine haplessly strangled out of your mouth when Kai removed his cock, a darkness looming in his grey irises. He knew that he was being cruel, but not in the manner that your friends suspected; he was taking away everything that you craved. It was his sweet revenge that was only bitter towards you. Outside of the bedroom he treated you like a delicate princess, and whilst he had taken a lot of persuading to be rough with you, he had finally gotten there.

He wore a cold smirk, one that only turned you on even more, and to appease your appetite he gave you his cock again, his ring clad hands grasping either side of your face as he rocked his hips, forcing you to breath out of your nose heavily. His neck sloped backwards as he raised his sight to the dull ceiling, as he sloppily fucked your mouth. The sounds from your lack of breath and choking echoed within the room, he was rough with his actions but he had no concerns as he knew that you would be alright, especially considering that you’d be in this position plenty of times before.

“Oh fuck.” He sighed, removing himself from your mouth, despite entirely not wanting to, but his brain was screaming at him to throw you on the bed. He licked his lips, grasping you by the roots of hair on your head, as he ironically laid you on the bed gently, raising you so that your head was against the pillows, and he was between your thighs, bunching your dress up and around your waist, ripping your panties off. He didn’t want a single thing to conceal you from his hunger, you were getting used to the feeling of nothing, however Kai stopped that as he leant forwards, lapping ferociously at your pussy.

It was impossible for him not to moan at the taste of your juices, they only encouraged him to devour you. He ran his tongue down your slit to your entrance, dipping it into your entrance, and his hand came to rest on your abdomen so that he could rub your clit with his thumb, his actions causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his neck. Your eyes rolled back into your head; Kai never failed to make you feel amazing. Even when he was experiencing a dominant rush, he never failed to prioritise your orgasm, which was close approaching. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging mindlessly at it, as you rotated your hips up to meet his mouth. “Kai, I’m going to cum.”

Your words only encouraged him to continue, he needed to taste your cum on his tongue. Fireworks deliriously exploded within your body as Kai grasped your hip with his free hand, rubbing your clit faster, causing you to reach the high that had been near. You raggedly breathed, your form going slack on the bed, Kai rode you out through your orgasm, before climbing atop of you, pushing his lips onto yours and forcing you to taste yourself. “Need to be inside of you.” He muttered, pupils blown wide, as he strived for his greatest comfort. He ran the tip of his cock against you before slipping in with no resistance, and he moaned from your warmth that hugged his cock.

He planted his hands on either side of your head, using it as leverage to pound in and out of your count. Your moans entangled within the safety of your room, and whilst your eyes shut Kai took in every detail of your beauty. He was infatuated with you, it frustrated him to hear that your friends didn’t trust him with you when you meant everything to him. You were the reason why his world spun on its axis, you were the reason why he had finally found peace. As much as your beloved friends thought your relationship to be toxic, it was quite the opposite.

He loved every inch of your being, worshipped it in fact. Your love was healthy despite what they thought, and having your bodies conjoined together in the act of making love, well that was truly his escape from it all. Kai was an easy man when it came to you, all he needed was your presence and he was okay. His lips ran down your throat, sucking on your skin, never daring to feed from you, you were far too precious for that. He felt home from just being inside of you, and he breathed in the scent of your worn and distantly fading perfume, as he kept his head in the crook of your neck for a moment, until he reconnected your lips, eating your moans. “You feel fucking amazing baby.” He huffed, sweat lining his forehead as he rocked lovingly into you.

Your hands swept up, grasping onto his clothed forearms, eyes struggling to remain open as you stared, blinded by pleasure up at him. You could feel another orgasm approaching and Kai could sense it, and so he forced his own to wait as he reached down with one of his hands and played with your bud again, causing you to squeal out his name. That alone was enough to trigger his own end, and he emptied inside of you, filling you with his cum, and he forced his cock deep inside of you in hopes of none of it slipping out. “I love you Malachai.” It had become a habit for him to flinch at that name, but it sounded right coming from you - only you.

“I love you too angel.” He shut his eyes for a moment to cherish the moment, before kissing your forehead and pulling out from you, causing you to lightly moan from suddenly feeling empty. “I’ll be right back.” He lovingly stroked your hair, disappearing from your vision until he returned with a damp washcloth, cleaning away the liquids that had escaped around your most private area. You could only send him a dopey smile when he undressed himself entirely, down to his boxers which he pulled up. He walked around your room, shuffling through drawers until he returned to you with one of his big shirts and a pair of your most comfortable panties.

It was a quiet interaction, yet one of intimacy. He removed your dress and bra, and replaced the clothes you were wearing with the ones that he had scoured for. Afterwards he returned beside you in the bed, tucking you both beneath the duvet as he held you to his chest. “I’m never going to stop trying to make up for the things that I did to your friends you know, I want them to like me, for you. They may get on my nerves, but I need to prove to them that I’m a different man when I’m with you, I’m the real me rather than the monster that my family made me into.” He spoke tiredly, resting his lips against your hair, stroking down your back with a harmless hand.

“They’ll stop eventually, we’ve all made mistakes. Damon especially, and if they can’t accept that I love you Kai, then that’s their problem, not ours. They’re never going to change my opinion of you, because what I think matters more.” Your words were sluggish, and it was understandable that you were tired, he’d just fucked your brains out. Thoughts invaded Kai’s mind, but this time they were happy thoughts. He was thinking about what he would make you for breakfast in the morning, taking a warm shower together since he loved washing your hair, and most importantly, spending the rest of your lives together.

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would've could've should've pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: A careless comment from Thor calls into question the stability of your relationship with Loki

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ | mature themes; the slightest bit of steam toward the beginning; angst; Tony and Thor having a very much "bro" type attitude and not in the good way; hinting at Reader's emotional baggage; the slightest mention of human experimentation [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established but private/secret relationship; Reader's baggage will be explained further in part 2

There was something rather peaceful in the routine you and Loki had settled into when either of you came back from a mission. Decompressing the night before the debriefing care of Rogers that you took bets on how long this one would last. And whoever won would get to pick where to get takeout from on your next indoor date night.

Your last mission was particularly stressful, nearly losing a limb from triggering a booby trap while retrieving intel about potential human experimentation from a HYDRA base. The second Nat mentioned that little tidbit in passing while you were unpacking your equipment from the mission, the god left the common area, raiding the pantry for a selection of your favorite snacks, and queueing up one of your comfort movies.

The one about a woman that hit her head and found herself stranded in a romantic comedy only to realize that her best friend, the one that had been in front of her all this time, was her great love all along.

When you got to your apartment, Loki was already there with the movie ready to play on the screen, and he even went the extra step to open and plate the snacks on the coffee table in your living room for easier access. And the cherry on top of it all was that he brought over one of his sweaters for you to change into, something he'd been doing more and more ever since you mentioned how comfortable they were during one of your missions together where you'd shared a suite.

"You know, I'm pretty sure they're watching the same movie outside," you mentioned, speaking around the wafer stick you were munching on. "Nat just texted me that she has Netflix power considering how this mission got us stressed out to hell and back. Wanna just watch it outside with the rest of the guys?"

The god shook his head, pulling you closer to him. "If we join them outside, then I would be unable to do this." He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "And this is my favorite part," he mumbled against your skin before proceeding to give you a series of kisses, increasing with passion in each one.

Suddenly whatever was happening in the movie didn't matter to you anymore, an army of butterflies fluttering near violently at your stomach as he wrapped his arm around you and maneuvered your positions until you were straddling him on the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. He kept his hand on your waist, holding you steady while his other hand buried itself in your hair before he licked into your mouth, letting out a decadent sounding moan when your tongues met.

He moved his hand to your lower back, changing your positions once again so that your back was flat on the couch, and he hovered over you and between your legs. You leaned into his touch, losing yourself in his attentions, until his hand moved upward, cupping your breast. That was when you broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he panted, immediately moving his hand away once he saw the frantic, panicked look in your eyes. "I got carried away--"

"No, sweetie, I'm sorry," you insisted, placing your hands on his shoulders, and pulling yourself up slightly to kiss him, trying to reassure your boyfriend he did nothing wrong. "It's just…I want to be ready, really, I do. And I know it's frustrating for you it's just that…every time we take a step  in that direction something in me starts running and cowering in a corner, it's not fair to you that--"

"Please don't apologize, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for." He righted your positions on the couch, delicately stroking your hair and giving you a soft peck on your lips before he stood, offering you his hand. "I think we could both benefit from cooling off a bit. Would you like to join the others outside?"

Despite having offered it yourself just a few minutes earlier, your stomach dropped when the tables had turned, knowing that you'd put a stop to something that could have turned out completely mind-blowing and possibly even life changing. Only thing was, when you reached the peak of a relationship, that was it.

The only way forward was down.

"You go ahead," you told him, walking toward your bedroom. "I'll just change into my sweats first…so no one asks questions."

By some miracle, no one on the team had caught on yet that you two had started seeing each other and had been in a relationship for the better part of the year. And neither of you seemed to be itching to burst your little bubble of privacy quite yet, knowing that the second the team knew, Wanda and Nat would be down your throat with questions practically begging for every detail. And Thor would be doing much of the same for his brother.

At least that was the story you tried to tell yourself. It was better than what that little voice in your head tried to scream at you every time he didn't take the seat next to you. Or when he'd drop your hand and take a few steps back the second he heard someone rounding the corner.

Loki gave you a strained smile, starting to walk toward your front door. "I'll see you outside then." Before you could reach your bedroom, he called out to you. "I love you, little mortal."

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, looking back at him with a contrived smile of your own. "I love you, too, Mischief."

A good few minutes passed before you exited your apartment, the movie paused on the TV and a rather lively discussion being had among your teammates. Something about Barnes' new girlfriend.

"Oh good you're here, jellybean, welcome to the circus," Tony greeted you, jutting his chin toward the empty seat next to Wanda. "Need your input on something."

Instead of taking the seat, you walked over to the bar to pour yourself a glass of wine. You had a feeling you were gonna need it. On your way there, you spotted Loki seated near his brother, giving you a minuscule smile and a tiny wave of his hand.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," you called out.

"Stark's trying to tell me the woman I'm seeing isn't all that interested in me because she doesn't want to spend the night," Bucky started. "Said she's just with me for the aesthetic of dating me, whatever backwards 21st Century nonsense that is. I'm trying to tell the rest of these horn dogs that maybe she's just not ready yet. Good things take time. Flowers need to blossom--"

"Sarge, don't ever say that line again, it's so cheesy you'll attract rats in here," you shot back, pointing your finger at the soldier before turning toward Stark. "That said though…I'm with Bucky on this one, Stark. Maybe she's just not ready yet I mean…not everyone's ready to drop trou and put out so easily, you know. How long have you been dating this girl anyways?" You turned back to Bucky as you asked the question.

"Three weeks? Give or take?"

"Dammit Stark, it's only been three weeks, give our boy some time." You made a show of facepalming before you picked up your glass, plopping down next to Wanda who immediately rested her head on your shoulder.

"They've been at this for the last ten minutes," she groaned. "Wake me when they put the movie back on." Meanwhile, you clocked Nat next to her, not so subtly massaging her temples in an attempt to calm herself down. You shared the feeling; this was such a common sense discussion it shouldn't have lasted thirty seconds.

"Well then perhaps you could provide some insight for another situation, Lady Y/N," Thor boomed from across the floor, swatting his brother's hand away when he tried to get the blond Asgardian to stop.

"Brother you really need not--"

"Nonsense. Lady Y/N seems knowledgeable on how timetables and relations between mortals work, perhaps she'll finally give the perspective I have been seeking."

Your boyfriend shot you a look, as if he was already embarrassed by what his brother was about to say, piquing your curiosity even more. "I'm all ears, Thunder. Ask away."

"My brother has been seeing a mortal woman for the better part of the last Midgardian year. My best estimate…eight moons," he began, your stomach once again dropping at the realization that he was about to ask your insight about…yourself. You gave him a motion to go on, placing your glass on the table to hide the way your hand had begun to shake. "And while it has been as you here on Midgard would say 'like pulling teeth' trying to get him to divulge any detail about her, something I have surmised is that she also seems unwilling to spend the night with him. Yet he claims they love each other."

"Yikes, tough break, Reindeer Games!" Tony winced. "My two cents? You're not just on the same boat with Barnes over here, you're the goddamn captain of the ship. Go on, jellybean, tell him."

"I-I…" you stuttered, your heart thundering in your chest from unwittingly having been placed on the proverbial hot seat. "Maybe she just…wants to be sure, you know? I mean…I don't know how y'all do it in Asgard but here, with some people, being intimate is…something m-more than physical."

You could see from where you sat that the raven-haired god's fingers were twitching, his leg bouncing as if he wanted to stand up and leave the room. You pretty much wanted out of this, too.

Thor waved off your explanation. "I completely disagree. That amount of time passed, I believe one should be sure lest she be wasting both of their time. Brother, much as I can tell you love this mortal, it is my expert opinion, which I believe will be backed by the men in this room, that your mortal woman does not love you. This is, as our genius friend Stark has stated earlier, all for the optics of having you at her arm."

It was getting impossible to breathe. How dare he say that about you right in your face like this? Thinking he knew everything there was to know about your relationship just because he was in one of his own?

"You know not the first thing about her, Brother," Loki hissed, speaking through his teeth as if he was readying himself to strike.

"I know enough," the blond Asgardian shot back dismissively. "You know I think the world of you, Brother, and after everything you've endured, you deserve every bit of happiness this universe will grant you." He clapped his hand on Loki's shoulder. "If this mortal shares not this sentiment, then perhaps your time is better spent elsewhere."

"He's right, Mischief," you choked out, your voice so small you were surprised it even traveled that far that it had everyone looking to you. "Maybe you are wasting your time with this one…you know, if she's making you wait so long." You stood up abruptly, making Wanda groan in protest when she nearly fell over to the spot you'd just vacated.

In what was probably your most poorly miscalculated decision for the night, you downed your wine in a single gulp, starting to walk back to your apartment.

"Hey where you going, jellybean, you just got here," Tony hollered from his seat. "Come on, I know talking about Frosty the Snowman's nonexistent sex life was a drag, how about we all drop it for now, I'll order some tacos and we can go back to grilling Manchie here."

"Or we could lay off either of us and grill someone else for a change?" Bucky groaned, throwing his human arm over his eyes as he turned his face to the ceiling.

"You know what, you are so right, let's talk about the big guy who has a lot to say about being the resident relationship expert." Stark turned to face Thor. "How is Lady Thunder lately? And how are you with the whole your old hammer chooses her over you thing?"

The conversation faded into a dulled roar in your ears as the wine begun to take what fleeting effect it would have on you, your pulse faintly thumping in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment.

You hadn't even been back two minutes before your door swung open again, the God of Mischief standing at your entryway looking a mix of concerned and distraught. "Darling, I completely apologize for my oaf of a brother, I had no idea he would--"

"It's okay, Loki," you cut him off, throwing your hands up as if to push away the conversation. "Maybe he's on to something, I mean you should be with someone who doesn't take forever and a day to be ready for something like this, maybe we should--"

In an instant, he stood inches away from you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. "Don't say another word, my love, please." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms in a soothing gesture; whether it was to soothe you or him was beyond you.

"You want more, I get that," you pressed on. "And I can't give that to you--"

"You are all that I want, precious mortal." He leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips before wrapping his arms around you. "I am already more than content that you've even granted me the honor to know who you are outside of our duties. This is all I need, to be able to love you as I have these past moons."

Tears began to fall from your eyes as your words weighed heavy on your tongue. "I'm sure there's someone out there more than willing to give you what I can't, it's selfish of me to keep you--"

"Stop, little mortal, I beg of you," he pleaded, repeatedly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Don't rid yourself of me like this. I don't care if there's someone else out there, they aren't you." He sat you both down back on the couch, cradling you against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. "Please just try to put what my oaf of a brother said out of your mind. His opinion is entirely his own and it is one I do not share."

Your next question blurted out without much resistance. "Loki what if I never become ready? What if you really are wasting your time with me, you shouldn't--"

"Any time I spend with you, regardless of how it is spent, is never a waste," he whispered, stroking your face as he held your gaze. "If ever you decide to share that part of yourself with me, it will be an honor that I will cherish for the rest of my days, but I will never be the one to place pressure on you to move yourself at a pace you're uncomfortable with."

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, prompting him to press a kiss to your temple when you sniffled from the tears you were trying and failing to hold back. "I do love you," you mumbled against him. "You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, my darling mortal." He pressed his cheek against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself after the scare your words from earlier gave him. He wanted to punch his brother clean across the jaw for jeopardizing his happiness with his careless words, and the stabbing pain it put him through seeing how deeply that opinion had cut you.

He started moving toward your bedroom, carrying you in his arms bridal style. Mostly in refusal to let you go even for a fraction of a moment.

"What're you doing?" you mumbled, making a motion to move out of his arms.

"We're going to bed, darling. Just to sleep, nothing more, I swear."

"Hmph…" you shook your head, the motion making the tip of your nose nuzzle his neck in a slight tickling sensation. "Maybe…maybe you should stay at your place tonight." Your voice was so small, so unsure of what you'd just said. The god stopped in his tracks, his body going rigid and making you immediately regret your words.

"Do you want me to leave, dear heart?" he choked out, his heart at war with himself as it protested against him putting you back down on your feet.

"No," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder and showing him the tears that had begun to redden your eyes. "I want you to stay, I'll always want you to stay, I just don't…" Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, almost sounding like a hiccup. "I don't want you to be frustrated because of me--"

"I'm not," he reassured you, resting his forehead on yours. "Being with you like this is more than enough for me. I need you to know this, my darling."

He laid you down on your bed before his clothes changed into his own loungewear set with a wash of his green magic, settling under the covers next to you and pulling you into his arms.

"Promise me something, Mischief?"

"Anything."

"If…and when…the time comes that you get tired of waiting? And you want to be with someone else--"

"Little mortal, not another word." He tightened his hold on you, as if he couldn't hold you close enough. "Please, my love, let's just retire for the night."

"Just let me get this out," you insisted. "Let me say my piece and I'll never mention it again. Okay?"

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Okay."

"If you want to be with someone else, just promise you'll tell me and leave me first? I don't wanna find out waking up one morning and seeing someone else with her arms around you and just waving it around for everyone to see." Your voice dwindled and wavered into barely a whisper, your arm tightening around his midsection, a part of you already refusing to give him up even if the day were to come.

"That will never happen," he told you. "Why would I ever wish to leave you?"

"Just--Just promise me anyway. Please?"

"Look at me, little mortal." He traced along your jaw with his finger, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. The sight of the genuine fear of that precise outcome reflected in your expression knocked nearly all of the air from the god's lungs. "On the remotest chance of that happening, I promise I will never do wrong by you. But I want nothing more than for you rest assured that I will never wish to be with another.

"Perhaps one day you'll believe it. But I will gladly spend my days proving my devotion to you. This…This I will gladly swear to you. On whatever semblance of a soul I have left." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a tender kiss to the same spot. "I love you, my darling Y/N."

You finally settled in his embrace, resting your head on his chest as you began to let your breathing even out. "I love you, too, Loki."

Just the thought of history repeating itself one day had your blood going cold, feeling as if your very bones were shaking from the images your mind conjured of the inevitable day that Loki would leave you. Somewhere deep inside you knew it was ridiculous for you to even think that your boyfriend was anywhere even near capable of putting you through what he had all those years ago.

But that was the thing about fear. Sometimes it was rational, like jumping out of the Quinjet and having a passing scare that your parachute had a hole in it. And other times it was outright absurd. Like now. Thinking that in the morning after you first had sex, the god would have realized there wasn't anything worth spending more time with. That he'd have had his fill of you and now it was time to move on to better prospects.

It didn't help, either, that your overly cautious mind was yelling that the signs were all there. That it could tell you exactly where this was headed because of the dropped hands. The refusal to even sit near each other. The barely there acknowledgement when you were even in the same room together. Everything that had happened before with him…felt like a mirror image of what was happening now. With Loki.

And you didn't have it in you to tell him that his desire for privacy was slowly and quite surely crushing you.

A/N: Starting off another story from the request pile! This is going to have 3 parts, where both parts 1 and 2 will deliver on the more angsty part and part 3 will be the comfort/fluff. I know you asked for "90% angst", Anon, but hopefully 10k words worth of angst will do it…because part 2 is 6.5k words long 😳👀

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A Little Motivation - (e.s)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Baseball Player!Eric x Fem! Reader ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: Being a volunteer tutor can be challenging, especially when it’s the university’s star athlete who hardly pays attention. How will you get him to focus and what lengths are you willing to go through to get his full attention? ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.5K ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), pervy!Eric, allusions to male masturbation, allusions to sexual favors, smut is not explicit per se, but let me know if I missed a warning! ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: had this drafted for quite sometime and finally found some motivation (lol) to finish it. Let me know if you’d like a part 2! Proofread once. ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

Being a volunteer tutor was always something you were passionate about. You always loved to help others understand lessons they were stuck on, the smile on their faces when they get the correct answer, and even the spark in their eyes when they hit that “aha” moment.

And it really didn't matter to you how long it took some of the students to understand the lessons. Your patience was always one of your strongest traits. Never in your life had you felt irritable or impatient with anyone.

… that is until Eric Sohn entered the picture.

You've heard of the name countless times. He's practically the star athlete in your university. No matter who you were talking to, his name somehow found its way into the conversation. Not only was he the star athlete, but he was also known to be incredibly handsome.

His face looked like it was perfectly molded by the hands of a god. From his strong facial features all the way to his toned abs, one look from him would turn your knees into jelly.

But not you.

Eric Sohn was the bane of your existence the moment you were paired to be his tutor. You see, in order to keep his status as the star athlete, he needed to pull up his grades. Otherwise he would be kicked out of the baseball team (which was something he dreaded the most).

It all started when he showed up late to your first session all because he was flirting with someone outside of the library. Then later on he would constantly use his phone during sessions, half-ass his answers, wouldn't stop talking about sports or parties, etc.

Sure, you've had your fair share of distracted students. But he was a literal nightmare.

“Are you even listening to me?” you ask, trying your best to keep your cool.

“Yeah yeah atoms whatever-” he doesn't even look up at you while he's texting on his phone.

You were starting to become frustrated with him, wondering how anyone could see him as perfect when he's got the attention of a damn goldfish.

You sigh out of frustration, slamming the book closed and immediately pushing your chair away from the table to stand.

“I think we're done for today.” you wait for his reaction as you sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah? Cool! See you tomorrow, tutor.” He winks at you before getting up. You scoff before you turn to leave the study room.

“See you tomorrow.”

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The next day you were running late to your tutor session with Eric. Sprinting down the hall as fast as you could, you lost track of time tutoring another student who needed urgent help in finishing an assignment.

You barge in the private study room, immediately apologizing for your tardiness as you dropped your stuff onto the table and readjusted your hair and sundress from all the running.

“You okay there?” Eric asks while scrolling on his phone. “Yeah, got caught up with another student.” You breathe out.

“Ah shit-” you curse under your breath as your pen rolls off the table and you immediately drop down to get it.

As soon as you bend down to reach for the pen, Eric looks up from his phone to check what you’re doing and is suddenly greeted by the view of your sundress hiked up enough to give him a glimpse of your clothed cunt.

He felt like his eyes were about to fall off from the view in front of him. He knew he shouldn’t have stared but the way your ass was angled to him? He was ready to drop everything and worshi-

“Eric? Wanna start already?” you look up at him, noticing the hot flush in his cheeks.

“Y-yeah, yeah let’s start.” He frantically stutters, turning to his book as he tries to hide his embarrassment from you.

As the tutoring session goes on, it’s like you were slowly unraveling in front of Eric eyes. He kept getting distracted with the way your mouth moved when you talked, how your cleavage would show every time you shifted in your seat, and so on. You were like a forbidden fruit being dangled in front of his face and he was struggling to resist taking a bite into you.

The more he kept on looking, the more he could feel his cock strain beneath his pants. You’d think he’d be more distracted than ever when you would ask him questions, but it was quite the opposite. For the first time, Eric was actually paying attention during a tutoring session, but you already knew why.

And he wasn't so slick in hiding it either, you knew exactly why he was more attentive than usual today after catching him staring at your ass… So you decided to take advantage of the moment.

“Eric, can we take a tiny break first? I wanna talk to you about your progress.”

“Uh.. sure I guess?” his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“We've been at this for a couple of weeks now and it seems like your grades aren’t improving. They’ve been the same ever since and some even slowly dropping…” You heavily sigh as you lift your glasses up to your head and lean your elbows on the table, making sure your cleavage is tastefully exposed.

You can see the way Eric awkwardly shifts his legs from his seat, trying to “discreetly” adjust his jeans from the strain of his erection underneath.

You scoot a little closer, reaching your hand out to lightly grab his chin and get his eyes to focus on you, “What will it take for me to get you focused, hm?” You stare right into his dilated pupils.

“I-uh- I’m not s-so sure…” he stutters, trying to clear his throat from feeling the intensity of your gaze.

“I’ll tell you what-” You pull away your hand from his chin and place it on top of his thigh. You swear you heard a very faint gasp coming out of his mouth.

“If you get a really good score in your test this week… I’ll reward you with something special.” You stroke your thumb repeatedly on his thigh.

“Shit-” he mutters under his breath while trying to keep himself together.

“Do we have a deal?” You ask him.

“Yes, yeah. Totally, yeah we have a deal.” He quickly responds.

“Good!” You squeeze his thigh quickly before pulling back your hand and reopening your book, “Let’s get to it then!”

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After an hour and thirty minutes more of your tutoring session, Eric was able to answer all your questions correctly and even get an impressive grade on the short mock test you let him answer.

“Wow look at that Eric! You answered everything so well!” You place your hand on top of his.

“Couldn’t have done it without the best tutor…” he replies sheepishly.

“Good job! I’m so proud of you!” You move your hand to lightly stroke his hair, Eric’s cheeks flush at the praise and gesture.

“T-thank you…” he stutters as he tries to avoid looking back at you. Your praises subtly making his hard on strain even further.

As soon as the bell rings, you gather all your things into your bag and head out for the door. You stop midway to turn back to Eric.

“Oh yeah! Almost forgot-” Your hands suddenly disappear under your dress. You wiggle your hips a bit until Eric visibly sees your panties drop to your ankles.

“What are you doing?!” He loudly whispers, shocked by your sudden gesture.

His eyes widen and before he can even fully process what’s happening you quickly step out of your underwear and throw at his direction making it hit directly in his face. His eyes nearly roll back in his skull from getting a quick scent of your essence on them.

“A little reward for today superstar, you deserve it.” You walk towards him as he’s still seated in his chair, making sure your hover above him.

“I gotta go now but just remember-” you caress his jaw with your hand while keeping eye contact with him. His cheeks start to feel like they’re on fire from your lingering touch and the way you’re looking down at him.

“-every time you do well, you’ll get a reward… and it can be anything you want.” You swipe your thumb delicately across his bottom lip, making him whimper from your touch.

“See you tomorrow!” you pull your hand back and quickly exit the room, leaving Eric stunned in his chair, your panties still crumpled in his hand and a light wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. Oh he’s definitely gonna have some fun tonight thinking about you while he shoves your underwear in his face and pumps his cock like there’s no tomorrow.

And he’s especially excited on what kind of reward awaits him the next tutoring session.

-- Part 2 --

[bleach-your-panties]

KEEP IT JUICY LIKE COUTURE !~ ☆》

- how they eat the 😽🎀 pt 1.

-sugawara, nishinoya, yamaguchi, & tendo! all appropriate age/timeskip age. fem reader.

dividers by adia_morbid via glitter-graphics, @/h-aewo, and @/cafekitsune

☆Koushi Sugawara:

Type of Eater - Slow, Patient, Meticulous

Song: Under - Pleasure P

When Sugawara is eating you out, he most certainly takes his time.

He is a teacher, so his patience is unmatched - especially when it comes to making his special girl feel good.

Prefers more private, intimate settings for oral activities, but is not opposed to eating you out in the teacher's longue at the end of the school day.

"Kou-, wait a second! Is it really appropriate to do this here?! What if somebody walks in?"

*(Both reader and Sugawara are teachers!)

He's kneeling in front of you, his greyish-silver hair slightly mussed, white dress shirt ruffled at the collar from you yanking on it during a heated makeout session, tie askew.

His glasses teeter on the bridge of his nose in danger of slipping off.

Your back arches into the counter behind you, thighs rubbing together in attempt to hold in the slick wetness that's forming between your thighs as your lover looks up at you with those big, round, chocolate-hazel eyes.

"Early-release day, honey." His voice is low and sickeningly sweet while he rubs his hands up your stocking-clad thighs until he reaches the tops.

Rolling them down your hips and over your plush thighs, Sugawara surges forward and grips the fat of them, pushing them up and outwards before letting them close around his head.

Your fingers entangle themselves in his hair as he begins licking you with long, methodical laps of his tongue, up and through your glistening folds. He entire mouth covers your sex as he begins to suck on your clit slowly, swirling his tongue in wide circles.

"K-Koushi..."

His fingers tighten on your flesh while he continues suckling on your bud. He presses you open further and his tongue dives deep into your hole.

"Koushi!"

Your thighs quiver and squeeze around his head while your abdomen clenches and you squirt your orgasm all over his beautiful face.

He leans back and slides his glasses off. Your cum covers him, carefully dripping down over his cheekbones and that cute mole under his left eye.

"Looks like you had an early release as well."

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☆Yuu Nishinoya

Type of Eater: Messy, Playful, Eager

Song: Dive In - Trey Songz

He is very eager to eat you out, always. You don't even have to ask him, he just somehow always knows.

You could be reclining on the couch with your knees slightly apart, and when you reach over to grab the remote and look back at your show, there his head is, betwixt your thighs.

Loves for you to ride his face and make a mess on it, too.

Can he breathe? Probably not, but ask him if he cares.

Yuu was due to return home today from a long expedition at sea. He often wishes that you can join him on his sometime-months-long trips around the world, but you have a stable job in Tokyo where you both reside together.

You were on the lying on the couch waiting for him in nothing but one of his old volleyball jerseys and a pair of black lace panties.

When the door clicked open and the sound of his suitcase's wheels rolling across the floor reached your ears, a drizzle of arousal slid down your chunky thigh.

"I'm home, baby girl!" His loud, cheerful voice was right next to your ear. As soon as you turned your head, your lips were engulfed in a sloppy, wet kiss.

Yuu circles his arms around your upper back and lifts you up until your thighs are straddling his head.

Yuu-!

"Too late, he's already gotten started. He uses one hand to lift up your (his) shirt and circle his tongue around your belly button before dipping his tongue in.

You nudge his head with your elbow and he pulls back to look up at you with huge chocolate eyes.

"What?" He nips at your side, making you yelp, "You should know better than to wear my jerseys and think that I won't absolutely devour you, right here and right now."

He straightens up, presses you against the back of the couch, and dives right back in.

"Yuu! Yuu, you need to breathe!" You moan and grip the back of his shirt with your nails as he drags the flat of his tongue through your pussy lips and up to your clit before latching on with his lips, sucking hard.

"MmphnoIdonf." He mumbles while continuing to lick, slurp, and kiss through your drenched folds. His forehead is slick with your juices, making his hair flatten down.

He really, really missed you this time.

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☆Tadashi Yamaguchi

Type of Eater: Shy, Careful, Inexperienced

Song: Just A Friend - Mario

Tadashi and you have been friends since high school.

You both had a crush on each other, but did that thing where you both acted oblivious to the other's desires.

So after graduating from Karasuno, you both attend the same university just like you both planned.

So with the notion that the only thing the two of you will ever be is friends, you move into an apartment together.

Tadashi is out doing the monthly grocery shopping while you tidy up your shared space. When you finish, he's still not back yet, so you decide to go lie down in your room and peruse social media while you wait for your freckle-faced friend to return.

After what feels like hours of you mindlessly scrolling and liking pics on Instagram, you hear the front door slam closed and Tadashi call your name.

He has a cute smile on his face as he asks you to help him put away the groceries, in which you comply.

A quick, simple dinner is prepared and eaten before you both retreat to your room to watch a show.

Tadashi rests his head on your thigh as usual - nothing out of the ordinary - until he rests a large palm on the inside of it, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.

"Yam-Yams?"

His eyes move up to your face and his dick begins to stir awake at the soft, caring look mirrored in your own e/c orbs.

'Fuck it' he says in his mind, and with a surge of confidence he moves his hand closer to your cunt.

It's shaking; he's nervous as hell to ask to eat you out, mostly because he's never done it before. But it's you; you'll be patient with him, even guide him along the way.

So, with an unsteady hand, he slips his fingers beneath the fabric and pulls the panties to the side. He pauses, waits for you to stop him - to pull away in disgust.

You're still gazing at him, now with lidded eyes, and you give a little nod.

Tadashi pulls himself onto his elbows and spreads your thighs further apart with his free hand. A soft, surprised 'oh' escapes your lips when he bites down on your thigh gently, nipping the flesh before he licks through the crease, his tongue grazing your outer lips.

"Tadashi!"

You're shivering - did he do something wrong?

But when you thread your fingers through his hair and push his head closer into your warm center, he grows confident.

His little nose bumps your clit as he gives you kitten licks; the action itself is so sweet and sinfully sexy that it has your toes curling.

The speed of his licks increases at your sounds and he grips your thighs to keep you firmly planted in the mattress.

After you finish (which, he can't believe he made you cum), his cheeks are red, making his freckles stand out even more as he gives you the biggest smile ever.

-

☆Satori Tendo

Type of Eater: Unconventional, Teasing, Mean

Song: Surgery - Peewee Longway, MPA Turk

Tendo is the worst tease on the face of this Earth.

He's mean too, loves to degrade you and make you blush about how well he eats you and how he always leaves you begging for more.

He talks a lot of shit while eating it.

Mans is a menace, fr.

"Satori, please."

You groaned, trying to pull your boyfriend's red head from between your aching legs, to no avail.

"Y-you're killing me...please, 'Tori. Let me have just a little break."

Tendou scoffed and pulled his long fingers from your swollen cunt. A stream of squirt followed them, adding to the soaked towels beneath your ass.

"You act like this is my first time eating you. Man up, Y/N." He cackled evilly and slapped your pussy with the back of his hand, making your hips jerk. He laughed harder.

He kept his devilish eyes trained on you and dropped his long, slender body off the edge of the bed. Hiking your legs over his shoulders, he dove right back in.

Tendou alternated between sucking your lower lips, your clit, fingering you, and slapping your pubic mound.

"Hmm, sweetest thing I ever had in my mouth." He chuckled at his own quip, spit on your pussy, and sucked it right back up before repeating the process.

You mewled and screamed his name, voice only growing hoarser from having already yelled it out so much over the last couple hours. A harsh shiver - another orgasm - racked through your body, making you slump down on the pillows.

Satori licked his lips and looked up at you before smacking your thigh, hard.

"No passing out during a session, Y/N. There's no fun in that. Don't you want to beat your record of squirting five times in a row, back to back?"

Tiredly, you shook your head. You might be saying no, but you only arched your soaked cunt further towards his mouth, making him grin.

As mean as he was, you couldn't get enough of that sinful mouth. He was both your heaven and your hell.

"Too bad for you then. Because I'm going to suck on this pussy until I'm satisfied."

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[brotherwtf]

did someone say dom Gale? anyone else say crying John?

a drabble!!

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Gale's hand was firm in John's hair, craning his neck upwards from his place on the ground. It hurts, Gale's grip is tight and his knees dig into the hard flooring beneath him, but John loves the feeling.

He knew he was in for it when Gale had given him a stern look out in public. Those looks were almost always reserved for the private of their own home, ways to get John to stop being bratty when he was talking back during a scene, but never used in public unless John needed that firmer hand.

He'd had one too many things to drink, had started talking back to Gale when he off handedly mentioned how they should turn in for the night, calling him no fun or said he wasn't John's mama, which only made Gale's expression get sterner. John knew he was truly in for it when Gale snapped his fingers and motioned for John to stand next to him.

As soon as Gale had closed the door, he forced John to his knees in the foyer. He didn't turn to look at him as he was hanging his jacket or putting away his keys. It forced John to track Gale's motions from the ground, hands clenched on top of his knees every time Gale would pass him.

"Now, darling, care to explain yourself?" Gale asks, standing in front of John.

He has his arms crossed standing over him, making John feel small from his angle. He breathes out deeply, canting forward ever so slightly to lean against Gale's thighs. Gale tuts, puts a firm hand in his hair and pulls him back, shushes John when he whines pathetically.

"Ah, ah, do you think you deserve that? Were you good enough tonight to deserve that?" Gale asks, voice saccharine sweet like molasses and John shakes his head.

Gale massages John's scalp gently, still tugging at the curls as he forces John to look into his eyes. It's almost uncomfortable under Gale's icy cold stare, questioning and expecting an answer.

"No..." John whimpers and Gale scratches John's scalp again.

"Oh so you do know how to be good? For a moment I thought you had forgotten, you were so naughty today," Gale says, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

John hates it, hates disobeying Gale and making him upset. But he can't deny that Gale's gaze and the firm hand in his hair makes his head stuffy in just the right ways, makes his stomach relax and his arms go limp. He shakes his head, tries to form an apology but can only whine, and Gale coos at him gently.

"I know, darling, I know you can be good. My good boy's in there, hm?" Gale asks and John nods desperately.

Gale finally presses John's face to the front of his trousers, pressing firmly until John knows there will be a crease in his cheek when he pulls away. He can smell Gale's aftershave and muskiness, closes his eyes and whimpers again at the feeling. Gale chuckles gently, forcing John's gaze up towards him.

"Can you show me how you can be good? Show me what a good boy you are," Gale mutters and John nods lazily, taking his limp hands from his sides and running them gently up Gale's thighs.

Gale swats them away, pointing to keep them down on the floor, unzips his trousers himself and pulls himself out of his boxers. John whines again when it hits his cheek, peeking his tongue out so he can taste it.

"There you go, John, there's my good boy," Gale mutters and guides John's head so he can suck on the head of Gale's cock.

Gale's hand never leaves John's hair, but the grip is looser than before, allowing John to take some control with his movements. He takes the head in his mouth, tonguing the slit and suckling on the head, making the prettiest sounds just for Gale to hear. It makes his stomach swell when Gale chokes on a groan, grip in his hair getting slightly tighter than before.

He starts to take all of Gale slowly, inching down until his nose is buried in the fair blonde hairs of Gale's pelvis, nudging his nose against the skin so he can get as much of Gale in his mouth as possible. He stays there for a moment, shoving his tongue on the underside of Gale's cock and lets himself choke, loves the feeling of how full it makes him feel. He moves his head off of Gale's cock in a swift motion, watches some spit connect his bottom lip to Gale's cock head.

"That's it darling, you're doing so well for me," Gale groans, allowing John to work his tongue on him again.

John sinks all the way to the base again, stays there for a shorter amount of time before he's pulling up to the head and sucks there. Gale's whispering praises, calling John good and so pretty while sucking his cock. It's too much for John right now, too many emotions that tears start streaming from his eyes when he takes all of Gale in again.

"Are you crying darling? Oh, my poor baby, but you were doing so well for me," Gale muses and John just shakes his head, continues to suck Gale like the good boy he is.

He knows Gale is close when his hips start to buck into John's mouth every time he takes him in, hits the back of John's throat. It forces the sweetest gags and chokes from him, and Gale's moaning almost too loud above him.

He wants Gale to come in his mouth, so he pulls off when he knows Gales close, sticking his tongue out and letting the tears roll down his cheeks as he silently begs.

"Come on, John, are you just gonna cry for it? Use your words, darling, what do you want?" Gale coos and John just wants to cry even harder.

"Want it... want your come," John finally gets out, even though it's a battle to get his tongue to move at all in his mouth.

Gale smiles sweetly at him, gestures for John to use his hands to finish him off. John takes him in hand, gently pulling on Gale's cock until he's spurting on his tongue. John dutifully catches every drop of it, let's it sit on his tongue, whines when Gale puts his finger in the mess, nodding for John to close his mouth around it. John does so swiftly, sucking on the digit while looking in Gale's eyes, swallowing every last drop of Gale's come.

John whines, spreading his legs to show his own painful erection, reaching a hand down to relieve some of the pressure, but Gale shakes his head, kicking John's hand away from it.

"I didn't say you could come tonight, darling, I only asked you to show me how you can be good. Let's go to bed," Gale says, and there's a sadistic glint in his eye.

John whimpers, clutching his hands on Gale's trousers, finally gets some words so he can beg Gale to let him come, please, he's been so good.

But Gale only shakes his head, taking John's hands from his pants and pushing them down. He gestures towards the bedroom and John has no choice but to follow, still painfully hard.

[junethestudent]

Hello, lovely! Hope that you're doing well. Would it be alright to request another gp! Bada fic? Maybe a continuation to the other fic? Maybe reader does end up pregnant and Bada gets protective and jealous when someone tries to flirt with reader? So she decides to remind reader who she belongs to?

June Note: Hello beautiful anon! I was wondering if I should continue that story, so I’m glad you asked!

Screwup (PT. 2)

G!P Bada Lee x F! Reader

TW: Swearing, aggressive behaviors, unprotected sex, breeding, degrading, and pregnancy.

It had been weeks since you and Bada had become intimate with each other. Just as it had started it seemed to have stopped there as well.

Not only that you had been experiencing cravings and some fatigue, it made you wonder if Bada could have possibly gotten you pregnant.

To be safe you took a test, two lines. As you realized it, your heart raced and your body felt numb. How could you even tell her such a thing with how cold she was?

The next day during your private dance classes she was as cold as ever, her face showing no emotion as usual. You slowly inched towards her and grabbed her arm gently. She turned her head quick and frowned down at you, her head tilted slightly.

“What is it? Your dancing is lacking and now you want to stop?” She stared at you expectantly but her face morphed into a look of worry at the tears flooding from your eyes. She gripped your shoulder and bent down until you were facing her.

“Tell me. Tell me what it is,” this time her voice was soft and gentle and she brushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m pregnant. You got me pregnant,” your voice trembled slightly.

She didn’t respond. She just stood and paced before leaving the room. You wanted to run after her but guilt just washed over your weakened body. With the class being over as she left the room, you began to collect your things in silence.

The sounds of songs playing from other practice rooms echoed into yours, different mixes of songs bouncing off the walls. A familiar one played, Smoke, Bada choreographed that one. It hurt to remember it at this point.

You stood up and opened the door, letting it hit the wall with a thud behind you. Your eyes shifted upward only to find a man in front of you. He smiled, it wasn’t pretty but it wasn’t ugly either. “You dance here? First time?”

“I’ve been taking private classes,” your response was with a slight annoyed tone.

He looked at the room number and smiled again. “Ah, with Bada then? She’s alright but I’m better. I could teach you if you want?” His hand found its way to your hip. You were feeling vulnerable, as if almost anyone, any man, could fill that empty hole that Bada just left.

Before you could react you felt a heavy hand yank you to the side and grip at your neck. “She’s doing just fine in my class,” her jaw hardened at the sight of that creature trying to feel you up. Her hand reached towards your stomach, she rubbed softly in slow circles. Bada was a very territorial woman. She stared at the man, her face nose to nose with his.

“Get,” was all she had to say for him to scurry off to another room down the hall. As she turned to you her grunted. She palmed your chest causing you to fall back into the room. Her body was so muscular and slick with sweat as she stretched and shut the door behind the both of you.

“You want to flirt with others while you’re pregnant with my child?” She spoke gently but you could tell you were in for it this time.

She took a deep breath and turned to lock the door. She stood still for some time, her back facing you. “You’re always showing out like the whore you are. That’s hardly fair to me,” she abruptly faced you.

Bada drops to her knees and spreads your legs open. She bit her lip and tugged at your sweatpants and threw them off to the side.

“I’m sorry Bada, but you shouldn’t have just left like that!” Your voice reverberated throughout the room.

She grit her teeth. “Keep it down. I’m not going to pay the price for your bitching,” she rubbed her forehead in a frustrated manner before holding you hostage in a kiss. Her tongue flicked around your mouth and locked against your own tongue. You could feel her sweet taste flooding your mouth, and as you continued to kiss, her fingers pressed against your core. You gripped her shoulder and pulled her in closer, your lips crammed into hers.

She moved her thumb over your swollen clit and pressed down with much force. You whimpered and tried to pull from the kiss but she held you in place, her other hand behind your neck. After what felt like ever she pulled away and pointed to the bulge in her pants. “Be a good girl and suck me off..,” without hesitation you dropped to your knees and pulled her sweats down.

There was a strong scent of lotion mixed with sweat as loosened her fly. Her cock sprung out and bounced a few times before protruding straight out towards you. Before tasting her hard cock you pushed your hand in between the hole of her boxers and fished out her balls. They were large and definitely full of the thick load that was about to be splattered onto your pretty face.

She took both of her hands and forced your head towards her crotch. You pressed your lips against her tip and teased like before, Bada didn’t enjoy being teased at all. So she thrusted until her cock was lodged deep into your throat. You gagged at the raw taste of her penis being repeatedly shoved into your mouth. Your nose was pressed against her pelvis and her balls smacked into your chin as she deepthroated you, her moans becoming out of control and wild.

Anyone outside in the halls could definitely hear her animalistic groans. “I’m fucking close,” she muttered as she bent herself over you. She quickly pulled out and dropped her load all over your face. Bada kept her two of her fingers in your mouth so she could spill the rest of her seed deep in your throat.

Her body tensed as she pulled back and stared down at you. “Take off your panties for me, take off your panties for me like a good girl,” she grinned as you stripped your lower half of all clothing.

Bada slapped the tip of her penis against your thigh, leaving a wet splotch of your own drool against your skin. She positioned her tip in between your slit and rubbed it up and down and over your folds. Suddenly she thrusted in and moaned out as you took her full length inside of you.

“I’m pregnant,” you cried out but she ignored your whines and pounded into you, the sound of your skin slapping against hers. Your nails dug into her back leaving red marks all over her soft pale skin. Her huffs became louder as she buried herself inside of you, calling out your name like a whiny dog.

“Fuck you feel so good, tell me when you’re close,” she whispered into your ear, her body heating yours up as she moved against you. A few more thrusts and you felt as if you were in heaven, her tip moving in all the right spots of your sensitive cunt. She dropped her head into you and let out a low guttural groan before releasing her semen deep into you, but she didn’t stop. She continued to plow into you, her back arching to better reach your best spots. It felt warm and as you continuously wrapped around her cock with much tightness she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“I’m close.. I’m gonna,” your eyes rolled back and you wailed, your words becoming fumbled and making no sense. She chuckled as you wrapped your legs around her hips and finished coming on her slick-covered cock.

She brushed your hair out of your face and whispered softly again, “Now I’m sure you have my baby.”

Her joke made you cringe but you smiled as she kissed your forehead and held you close.

June Note: I’ve been quite busy at the office so I apologize if it seems rushed, I do hope you all like it though!

[bisexualfemalemess]

I’ve pretty much already said everything i want to about Polin part one so here’s my take on what could happen with them in part two:

So obviously based on the teaser it is safe to say that Penelope is gonna accept his proposal and in that happiness she’s gonna forget all about the whistledown sized elephant in the room. Until eloise mentions it to her privately.

Then I think we might get a few fake-out scenes where she might tell him but something always comes up and she never gets to finish her sentence

I think since episode 6 is called romanicing mister Bridgerton that that might be the reveal but she won’t tell him, he’ll catch her trying to print an issue and that’ll lead to an argument the next episode or scene depending at which point in the episode colin finds out.

Ultimately i think Colin might break off the engagement for all of five seconds and then after really getting to think about their relationship and all the moments in it, he’s gonna come back to her, re-propose and tell her he loves her for the first time, all of her. Then we get Penelope telling him she’s loved him all her life and hopefully, fingers crossed, we get some good ol’ mirror sex to either bruno mars just the way you are or cyndi laupers true colors

And i think their wedding might be in episode eight wether it’s the end or beginning of the episode. I truly don’t believe any of the cheating rumors that have been coursing around through this app because never in a million years would that man, who desperately broke up a courtship, got on his knees in front of the woman he loved and begged her to give him a chance, throw all that away just because he was angry because essentially their love is stronger than that and he’s gonna realize he loves all the parts of her the good, the bad, the ugly (there are none don’t worry), the beautiful.

That’s my take on part two and i severely think if we do not get an quartet string cover of marry you playing during polin’s wedding it will have been a fail.

Also I heard there’s like a game night scene in one of the later episodes which colin colossally sucks at but Penelope seems to excel at and now all i can think about is the Bridgerton-in-laws teaming up against their significant others but they (the bridgertons) don’t even want to win anymore because they’re just so horned up by their intellect (competitive as fuck but once their S/O’s get their brains on, they just want to get their pants off)

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hi I was wondering if we can get a smut with Ajax in which they do doggy or reverse cowgirl and he’s able to let his snakes out! Thank you :)

I’m keeping these short, but I have a lot of requests to finish. Regular programming should return in the next week! I have to many new ideas <3

Warnings: smut, p + v, 

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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‘’Are you sure? What if I stone you?’’

‘’I’ll be facing the other way. I’ll be fine. Besides, if you do accidentally stone me, you’ll get to admire my naked body until I de-stone.’’

His cheeks flushed. ‘’That would be embarrassing…for me. You would miss class and I would have to tell Principal Weems how it happened.’’

Ajax was right on that one. Telling Weems of the incident would mean explaining to her how you got stoned. It would be embarrassing for many reasons and you would both be in trouble for breaking rules.

‘’But it’s not gonna happen. I trust you, Ajax.’’ You stroked his cheekbone, making him smile.

One of the privileges of being a gorgon was the absence of a roommate. The school founders judged it unfair for them to keep their hair covered 24/7 — these snakes need to breathe —, so they made a rule that all gorgons would have their own rooms.

You and Ajax used that gorgons privilege to your advantage. A private dorm was the perfect place to unleash your raging hormones.

Ajax groaned against your skin, feeling your hands unbuckle his pants and reach into them to grab his hard cock — he felt heavy in your hand —, as he kissed and nipped at your jaw and neck. You slid your thumb over the head and a moan left his lips, making you smile and attach your lips together, kissing in a mess of short breaths and tongues.

Half of your school clothes were scattered on the floor and the end of the bed, following the path you and Ajax made when you finally closed the dorm door. Since it would be weird to not face each other during the whole time, you decided Ajax would keep his beanie on during foreplay and take it off before…putting it in.

Your other hand raked up Ajax’s back, his hands kneading your breasts over your thin bra. It wasn't the style you usually wore to class, but you wanted to wear something nice for Ajax and your sweater vest and blazer would cover any nipple coming to say 'hello'.

‘’Gorgeous,’’ he said, passing his thumb over a nipple.

After peeling the rest of your clothes, you pulled Ajax to his bed and reached for a condom in his nightstand, kept close for this very purpose. He giggled as you put it on him, both from nerves and the usual awkwardness. Once it was on, you helped yourself on your hands and knees.

You felt Ajax's clammy hands come on your hips. He was nervous. Stoning you was one of his biggest fears and you were playing with fire right now. ‘’I’m gonna take it off. Are you sure you want this?’’

‘’Yes,’’ you confirmed confidently. ‘’Ajax. Take your beanie off and fuck me already.’’

Ajax nodded at himself and took his beanie off, freeing his snakes, and lined himself in front of your folds, teasing you for a moment and rubbing his cock over you as you shivered, before finally sliding in.

You couldn’t help the small whine that leaped from your mouth, feeling him slide further into you, wiggling his hips slightly to bury himself as far in as he’ll go.

‘’Fuck,’’ you heard Ajax groan, bottoming out. One of his hands found your hip and gripped it tightly, needing a moment. ‘’You feel so goddamn good, babe.’’

He started to thrust slow into you, making the both of you breath moans at how fucking delightful it felt, but soon sped up, the snap of his hips and the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the dorm. You didn’t know if Ajax’s snakes had an effect on his libido, but this was the best sex you’ve ever had.

Your back arched a little harder, your toes curling. ‘’Yes! Yes, baby! You fuck me so good,’’ you keened, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath you, feeling Ajax's cock hit deep inside you.

Biting your lip and shutting your eyes, you took everything he was giving, both of your moans short and breathy. Your own pounding heartbeat filled your ears, the same way it would during a physical activity — although this was much better than going for a run.

You would never have thought Ajax had this much endurance, but his thrusts were not slowing down. If he kept this up, you were going to end up so fucking sore tomorrow. The thought made your walls squeezed his length and the gorgon let out a low groan.

‘’Fuck. If you do that again I’m gonna cum.’’

You wanted to do it again, just to tease him, but Ajax leaned over your back and reached to grab your tits, needing to feel them, making you both moan. This boy was obsessed with your breasts. You couldn’t blame him, they were very nice.

He pulled you back against him, your back flushed to his chest, his face very close to yours. ‘’Close your eyes, I don’t want to risk it.’’

You listened and threw your head back on his shoulder while he continued plowing into you. Your hair was sticking to your face, sweaty and a little messy. You neared your release, feeling the coil inside of you twisting up, and dug your nails into his forearms, moaning louder than before. His snakes hissed and sniffed your face, something that would have made you giggle if Ajax hadn’t been balls deep into you.

‘’I’m gonna— ah, gonna cum,’’ you said, arching your back and feeling him pumping shallow thrusts into you to rock you through your high.

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[toasttt11]

ouch

November 22, 2024

Kensington was skating down the ice during practice while they were working on drills and when she turned she felt something was extremely wrong as her knee gave out and she fell to the ice letting out a shuttering breath.

Kensington squeezed her eyes hoping that it isn’t bad. She did not want to think about being injured her rookie year.

Braden skated over quickly to his line mate and friend and kneeled down in front of her and gave her his hand to squeeze as she was in a lot of pain and he could tell it was pretty bad as her jaw was clenched hard.

The medic team hurried over as they saw her take a fall and not get back up and started looking at her knee, Sidney quickly skated over in concern and kneeled down on the other side of her.

Kensington was lucky it was one of practices that was a private one, meaning no one but the team will know about her fall.

Kensington got up on one foot and wrapped her arms around Braden and Sidney’s shoulder as they helped her skate off the ice and helped her walked down the tunnel and into the medical room.

Kensington was helped on to the medical bed and the doctors immediately started taking her equipment off so they could see her knee, the two doctors shared a look when it was already pretty swollen and did a quiz x-ray to check if there is any breaks.

Braden had to go back to practice but Sidney stayed holding her hand the whole time, the x-ray didn’t show any signs of any breaks or fractures.

Kensington let our nervous breath as she had to go into the MRI, she has one a few before when she was younger but she always had her parents or brothers with her and she still hated them.

“Hey baby penguin.” Sidney crouched next to her bed so he was eye level to her as he gently brushed back her hair from her face, “it’s going to be okay, alright i’ll be right outside the whole time okay.” Sidney respected her wishes of not wanting to contact her family and Sidney understood. He hated her sad eyes that were looking at her.

Kensington nodded and watched as Sidney walked out and was standing by the window, she closed her eyes as the machine moved her into the MRI and she took a deep breath.

Kensington listened to Sidney talk to her for the whole hour she was stuck in there and it distracted her more than she even realized, and before she knew she was coming out of the machine.

Kensington put on a pair of comfortable clothes and Sidney handed her the crutches the doctor wanted her to use until they knew what was wrong not wanting to make her knee worse.

Kensington wasn’t going to play the game tomorrow and the team would be saying that she was sick.

Kensington slowly used her crutches walking out to Sidney’s car, Sidney opened the door and held her crutches as she lifted her self up and in to the car, Sidney handed her the crutches and shut the passenger door before walking around the car and getting in to the drivers seat.

Sidney drove her back to her house as she got a pain medication and shouldn’t drive with it in her system, Sidney had asked if she wanted to come stay at his house but she wanted to just go to her apartment and cry in her own bed.

Sidney helped her out of the car and then grabbed all of her stuff for her as she crutched her way through the apartment building and up to her apartment, Sidney dropped her stuff on the counter and helped her bring a few things in her room so she wouldn’t have to get back up.

Kensington sat down on her bed and Sidney helped her put a pillow under her knee and grabbed her bag of ice putting it on her knee.

“You’ll be alright?” Sidney checked once more and Kensington just nodded, Sidney pressed a kiss to her head and headed out making sure his notifications were on incase she needed him.

Kensington phone started blowing up with texts and facetimes and she figured the statement that she was “sick” came out and her friends and family were worried but she didn’t have any energy to answer.

Kensington hit decline on the FaceTime from Will and threw her phone somewhere in her room, couldn’t find it in herself to care when she heard the shatter.

She was frustrated, emotional exhausted and in a lot of pain she didn’t have any patience to talk to anyone at the moment.

Kensington ended up being out for two weeks missing quite a few games, to everyone including her family and friends she just had a really bad flu and was really sick.

In reality she tore a ligament in her knee, not bad enough that she needed surgery yet and they were doing intense physical therapy for the last two weeks and they gave her cortisone shots hopping that would help some of the pain and get her to play faster.

Her knee was still bad but better that she could ignore the pain pretty well to keep playing, it also meant that she needed to tape it for everything and had a lot of ice baths and used many heat packs and ice packs, a lot of medicine and using crutches a lot at home to give it some relief, she was also wearing a brace off the ice to give it more support.

She was so focused on her knee she barely responded to anything from her family and friends and doesn’t remember the last time she answered a FaceTime from her brothers, best friends or Will.

Kensington did not even realize how much she was distancing her self from everyone she loves, and how alone she felt because of it.

[rosemaidenvixen]

Between Daylight and Darkness

Chapter 1

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Ao3

“You have any idea what this is about?”

“Nope, Toby just said that Jim found something unusual and wants to meet up at his house to check it out,” Mary glanced down at her phone, rereading the text message that said as much.

First Jim ran out during the middle of history class, acting cagey the rest of the day, and now this. With the events of the past year fresh in her mind, she’d done her best not to push beyond asking if he was ok. Which Jim had brushed off with ‘I’ll tell you later’.

An honest answer for sure, but not a particularly reassuring one. Toby had promised to talk to him one on one later, which brought them all here. Obviously they weren’t going to push Jim if it was something private. But Mary would be lying if she said she wasn’t dying for some answers.

The three of them headed up the front steps of Jim’s house, Claire stepping forward to knock on the door. And after hearing Toby call ‘It’s unlocked’, let themselves inside.

Heading into the house, Mary saw Jim and Toby sitting in the living room, Jim clutching something shiny in his hands.

“Hey guys,” Darci tossed her bag aside and took a seat on the couch, Mary and Claire doing the same “What’s up?”

Jim hung his head and let out a shaky breath “So this morning, I overheard Eli saying something,”

“He better not be trying to get into the school’s basement again,” Mary mumbled.

The last time Eli’d tried to uncover the secret mafia treasure stash buried underneath the school, which by the way, didn’t exist, he’d busted a pipe and the entire school had to be evacuated and classes had been canceled for a week and a half while they mopped up the water and fixed everything.

She was honestly surprised he hadn’t gotten suspended for that.

“No not that, Eli was saying…he said on his way to school he saw monsters fighting under the canal bridge. Monsters with stone for skin.”

Just like that the atmosphere of the room shifted from casual to tense. All four of them sitting up at attention, eyes locked on Jim.

Claire ever so slightly eased herself forward “So were you…”

“That’s just the thing,” Jim propped himself up with his hands on his knees, looking around and meeting each of their gazes in turn “I was nowhere near the canals this morning. I stayed inside until I changed, then headed to Main Street to stop at the bakery and took the long way to school,”

Mary let out a small breath, tension she hadn’t even realized was building between her shoulders uncoiling. No one had spotted him, Jim was in the clear and his secret was safe. But this particular coincidence still cut far too close for comfort.

“Then later, during history class I heard something…someone calling my name. It kept getting louder and no one else could hear it but me so I ran out and followed it–”

Jim cut himself off and pulled in a deep breath “I followed it to the canal bridge, and I found this,”

He reached out and dropped something on the coffee table with a clang.

“This was the thing calling my name, I pulled it out of a pile of rubble underneath the bridge, it hasn’t said anything since,”

Jim sat back as the rest of them leaned in, staring down at the object on the table.

If she’d heard this story from anyone besides this specific friend group Mary would have laughed in their face and told them to come up with a more believable prank. Mary wasn’t laughing now.

Jim would never joke about something like this. And all five of them had seen far stranger things than talking inanimate objects.

Claire reached an arm out then hesitated “Can I…”

“Sure go ahead,”

Permission granted, Claire plucked the object up and held it up close to her face to examine it. Darci and Mary leaned in over her shoulders, watching with keen interest as Claire turned the object over in her hands.

“It kind of looks like…a pocket watch, or some kind of clock,”

Mary was inclined to agree, the object was a circle about the size of a phone, silvery metal framework and hands around a shimmering blue face with writing around the edge. But that was where the similarities ended. The language written on it wasn’t any Mary recognized, looking more like fantasy runes than anything else, the gears and hands inside enmeshed together in a jumbled mess unlike any clock Mary had ever seen.

Claire glanced up from the object back towards Jim “Can I try something?”

“Go ahead,”

She turned her gaze back down, raising a single finger to push at the largest hand “If I can just–”

Without warning the object shot straight out of Claire’s hands, making all of them jump, slamming into Jim’s chest and knocking him back against the couch with a grunt.

Before any of them even had a chance to react the object started whiring where it was pressed up against Jim’s shirt. Gears spinning and hangs ticking faster than Mary’s eyes could track, blue face flashing behind them, faster and faster and faster–

Abruptly the object froze with a resounding click.

A glowing ball of light drifted out of the object, all of them watching frozen in shock as the ball drifted up and vanished into Jim’s chest. Before she could even process what she’d just seen another ball of light floated out and drifted into Jim, then another, then two more– 

Mary felt a scream building in the back of her throat, only to be cut off in a strangled gulp as the entire room lurched. 

Her fingers dug into the couch cushings, desperately trying to steady herself as a wave of dizziness rocked into her. And when she saw strands of her hair drifting up and around her face, swaying in the completely still room, she knew that the sensation wasn’t just in her head. Pens, coasters, and various other small objects drifting up into the air around her.

Claire was able to anchor herself to, but Toby, Darci, and Jim weren’t so lucky, floating up into off the ground with shouts and yelps. Floundering in the air along with lighter pieces of furniture.

Mary’s heart was in her throat,  stomach doing flip flops, if she looked in the wrong direction or even thought about what was actually happening she was going to throw up. From out of nowhere there was a sudden burst of light in the air around Jim. And when Mary looked again a piece of metal, the same silver as the object, materialized in the air in front of him, then another flash, then another, light and metal filling the air around him.

Seeing the shape of the metal surrounding him Mary’s brain started to connect several sets of dots, but before the picture could take shape in her mind all the metal flew towards Jim in a blinding flash, knocking them all back and returning gravity to the room in an instant.

Mary sagged back onto the couch with a gasp of releif. Breath coming in sharp pants and trembling all over, fingers still in a death grip on the cushions. She shook her head to try and clear her vision only to freeze.

Jim was now standing there in the wrecked living room in a shining silver suit of armor, a large sword strapped to his back and the round object embedded in his chest plate. Staring at his gauntleted arms with eyes blown wide and jaw hanging open.

For a few seconds no one spoke. All of them, Jim included, standing there completely stupefied.

The silence was broken when Toby let out a low whistle.

“Now that’s what I call magic,”

Mary’s heart was still hammering, brain still reeling, dizziness from earlier not yet fully dissipated, but curiosity overpowered the shock and she pried her fingers off the couch and stood up.

This wasn’t any kind of costume or cardboard imitation, this was full on real deal metal plate armor. Enough to make Jim the envy of every history and ren fair nerd in the state. And that sword didn’t look like it was for show either.

Toby rapped his knuckles against his chest, producing a metallic ringing sound “Ok did any of the things you saw or heard this morning imply ‘magical suit of armor’?”

“...no I can confidently say that this came out of nowhere,”

“I’m kind of surprised you’re being so chill about this,” Mary walked up and leaned in to examine the object embedded in his chestplate, now softly ticking.

Jim let out an awkward chuckle “Oh I’m doing all my freaking out internally,”

“How do we know for sure that the armor itself is magic?” Claire joined them “For all we know it’s just a regular suit of armor,”

One of Darci’s eyebrows arced up “Claire I’m pretty sure that regular suits of armor don’t appear out of thin air,”

“But maybe it’s just the watch that’s magical and it summons a regular suit of armor?”

“Hang on I think I know a way to test that,” Toby rushed out of the room “Be right back,”

“Ok let’s just table the armor and its potential magical properties for the moment and go back to this,” Jim pointed at the object now embedded in his chestplate “What is it? Where did it come from? Why does it summon a suit of armor of all things!?”

Mary stepped in closer then froze once she spotted something on the watch, leaning her face right up towards Jim’s chest to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.

“Uh Mary what–”

“The writing, on the watch, it’s in english now,”

“What!? What does it say?”

Mary squinted, craning her neck to read the circular script.

“For the glory of…Merlin…Daylight…is…mine…to…command…”

“Merlin!?” Darci started “Like ye olden times Camelot Merlin? I thought he was just a myth,”

“Most historians agree that Merlin existed as some kind of advisor to Arthur,” Claire sided up to Mary to stare at the object herself “But all the stories about him having magical powers were supposed to be exaggera–”

“I’m back!” Toby rushed into the room “With the proper equipment for scientific analysis,”

Toby came up to Jim and placed something against his armored shoulder. As soon as he took his hand away the object fell to the ground. Expression scrunched in concentration, Toby repeated the action twice with the same effect.

Mary glanced down at the objects gathering in a pile at Jim’s feet, it took a few seconds for her to recognize them as fridge magnets.

“Uh…Tobes what exactly are magnets supposed to tell us?”

“Traditional plate armor is steel based,” Toby said, placing another magnet on Jim’s chest only to have it immediately slide to the ground “Which means that these should at least stick a little, so the only explanation is this armor doesn’t have any steel in it at all,”

“So what would it be made of?” Darci stepped closer “Silver?”

“It’d be pretty crappy armor if it was made of silver,” Claire said “Platinum or titanium maybe?”

Toby grabbed Jim’s arm and lifted it up, bending the elbow back and forth “I’d have to do more testing to be sure, but I’m pretty sure it’s not any of those three. If it was silver I’d expect at least a little tarnish, and it feels way too light to be platinum or titanium,”

Jim huffed out a breath “Ok guys as fun as this all is I gotta take a break to–”

Abruptly he went ramrod straight, face going chalky.

“Jim?” Mary took half a step away from him “Jim what’s wrong?”

“I change in five minutes,”

“Oh….kay….”

“Guys there’s a reason I get undressed when I change. If just growing while wearing jeans sucks a suit of armor’s going to be….”

Mary could pinpoint the exact second everyone’s expressions changed from confusion to pure horror, hers included.

Oh shit.

“Ok we’ll get it off we gotta get it off,” Toby reached up, grabbed Jim’s chestplate and started tugging at it, Darci scrambled around and did the same at his back. But despite the two of them pulling with all of their might the armor wasn’t budging.

“Hang on I think I have an idea,” Claire dashed out of the room, the two of them still frantically pulling and straining at the armor while Jim stood awkwardly between them

Mary hung back, if Toby and Darci’s yanking wasn’t doing the trick hers wouldn’t make a difference. She kept trying to think around this, how was the armor attached, what was holding it in place–

“Step back!” Claire rushed back into the room, a metal spatula grasped tight in her hand. Toby barely had enough time to scramble out of the way as Claire charged at Jim, wedging the spatula underneath the object.

“Hang on,” Claire pressed the handle down further “Almost–”

Blue light erupted from the object, rocking the room with a wave of concussive energy, much stronger than the earlier one. Throwing couches and tables aside and slamming all four of them back.

Mary’s back hit the wall with bruising force, the air knocked from her lungs and vision flickering, a pained wheeze escaping her as she crumpled to the ground.

“Guys!” Jim raced around, whipping his head around the room towards each of them “Are you ok!?”

“Fine,” Mary’s voice came out coarser than she would have liked, gripping the side of an upturned bookshelf and pulling herself to her feet “Just a little bruised,”

The tension didn’t leave Jim’s face, glancing around at all of them and the scattered furniture “What the heck was– hrk,”

Mary knew Jim more or less shapeshifted from human to his blue horned form every sunset, even if she’d never personally seen it happen. But she’d been around Jim enough that she knew the process had to be quick, even if it involved growing horns.

The reality was even faster than she expected.

It reminded her of the time lapse edits in documentaries, showing tectonic plates pushing flat land into towering mountains over millions of years in a matter of seconds.

Pale skin darkened into blue, limbs lengthening and thickening, facial features shifting, fangs and horns appearing as rapidly and gently as frost disappearing. If she’d blinked at the wrong time she would have missed it.

She was so dazzled by Jim’s transformation it took her a few seconds to notice something equally shocking.

“Dude…” Toby whispered “The armor…”

Jim didn’t look up, busy staring down at his hands and arms, or more likely the armor that now fit them perfectly.

Somehow the armor had grown along with the rest of him.

“Ok, wow…” Darci whispered “That armor is definitely magic,”

Jim glanced up “Yeah I…I guess it is,”

Mary didn’t say anything but her mind was going a mile a minute. She didn’t have all the pieces yet, none of them did. But between the armor being able to ‘magically’ accommodate both of his forms and Eli’s claims of creatures of stone skin near where Jim found it, she had a gut feeling that whatever this object and armor were, they were connected to the magic that made Jim change every sunset and sunrise.

Now they just had to figure out how.

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Breaking the Class Ceiling Chapter 4

This is set in early 1900s U.S.A., during the Edwardian era with some style changes into the upcoming Art Nouveau period. I've changed history a bit for this. Pretending that America didn't have a full Civil War and trying to create a more optimistic outcome for the purposes of the story. I've also tried to research what the rules for society/socializing were back then, and tweaked some of them.

Warnings for upcoming chapters: minor character death, some sexual harassment/assault (but nothing too graphic or traumatic), smut

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*smut (ish) in this chapter

Rumor had quickly spread of what happened at the party, and out of embarrassment and public ridicule Rumlowe and Pierce quickly left to go out west to “find new opportunities.”  

Everyone’s attention was now fixed on the World Fair.  It started in April and was ending in December in St. Louis.  You were planning a trip and had invited multiple people in your social circle, including Steve and Bucky.

“You must come, my darling,” you cooed at him as you flitted around your drawing room, making plans and riddling off a list of things to pack to the maid who was furiously writing.

“You know I can’t afford a trip to St. Louis, my love,” Bucky sighed quietly.

“You won’t be paying for it, dearest, I will,” you announced with no room for argument.

“I can’t miss work,” he said.  “Mr. Fury has many contracts he needs me to take care of in these next few months.  The holidays are coming up, too.  I can’t take so much time off before then.”

“Oh pish posh,” you waved him off.  “You can quit your job.  I’ll pay you to be my personal escort,” you quickly twirled in front of him, “in more ways than one,” you winked at him.

Bucky laughed as the maid in the corner blanched at your innuendo.  “You’d pay me to be your date?” he asked incredulously.  “No, Y/N, besides I like my job, I need to earn my own way.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, plopping down on your knees in front of him where he sat.  He gulped.  “You are refusing my gifts again?  My darling, I told you to learn to accept my gifts.  I have plenty.  And if you must earn it,” you shuffled closer to him, setting your chin on his knee, looking up at him innocently, “then why not earn it by being the best beau to me while on vacation?”  

Bucky gulped again, watching you carefully as you sat looking up at him.  As much as he enjoyed these (mostly) private moments, they were a tease, causing a kind of itch in his lower abdomen that he more than once had to relieve when he arrived home after spending time at your house.  As if sensing his hesitation, you glanced at the maid.  “Bessy, could you give us a moment’s privacy please?”

Bessy sniffed indignantly as she booked it out of the room, closing the door behind her.  When the coast was clear you lifted your head and then placed your hands on his knees, sliding them up his thighs slowly as you gave him a doe-eyed stare.  His breath stopped as he watched you, his own hands had a death grip on the arms of the chair he sat on.  Your hands slid close to his core, which was pulsing.  He tried to shift away so you wouldn’t see but it didn’t deter you.  You scratched your fingernails down his legs as you slid your hands back down.  

“Will you come with me to St. Louis?” you asked in a voice that was feigning innocence.

Bucky’s hips stuttered as your hands started to slide up again, this time your right hand rubbing his inner thigh right next to his throbbing cock.

“Y/N, you…mmmh,” he moaned lightly, sounding strangled as he tried to stop himself.  “We can’t, it’s not…we’re not married,” he mumbled, losing coherence quickly.   

“Yet,” you corrected, your fingers sliding until they slightly stroked his cock through his pants.  He moaned again, his hand flying to your wrist to stop you.  “Will you come with me to St. Louis?” you asked again, this time standing, hiking up your dress and straddling his lap before he could stop you.  You ran your hands up his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, dipping your head down to the crook of his neck and kissing it repeatedly.  Without much thought he brought his hands to your hips, keeping you over his cock as he cautiously rutted up into you.  Your kisses became more heated and you sucked on different spots, making Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head.  You made your way to his ear, your breath tickling his neck, then you nipped his earlobe, making him whimper lightly.  “I’m your job now, my darling,” you said in an authoritative and husky tone.  Bucky nodded.  “You’ll come with me to St. Louis,” you continued.  He nodded again, gritting his teeth as he rutted up harder into your clothed center.  “I will pay you for your troubles, since my company is apparently less important than writing contracts,” you tugged his shirt down and gave a broad lick from his collar bone to his ear, sucking on his earlobe.  He whimpered louder.

“No troubles, doll, my pretty doll, please,” he begged, his hands kneading your thighs now.  “I’ll do whatever you want, just please.”

“Please what, darling?” you teased, peppering soft kisses across his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, down his chin, and so close to his lips but without actually touching them.  

“Oh God, please, I need to, to…” he trembled beneath you as your hands stroked through his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Go ahead, darling,” you gave him permission, your lips hovering over his mouth.  You ground down on his lap a few times, which was enough for him to finally burst.  His hips shook as his head fell back, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth slack as he panted.  As he finished in his trousers he pulled you in close, setting his forehead against your forehead, noses nuzzling each other as he came down from his high.  “Very good, my love.  You’re so handsome like this,” she teased as she gave his nose a small peck.

“I love you, Y/N,” Bucky sighed, his embrace tightening around you.

You let out a sound of surprise, looking at him with wide eyes.  “I know we are not engaged, but none of what we’ve done in this courtship is traditional, so to hell with it.  I love you.  I think of you constantly.  I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with you.”

“I feel the same, Buck,” you said, a wide smile on your face. 

“So if you want to employ me to do so, then I accept.  Though I’d happily do it for free,” he gave you a mischievous smile.  You snorted at him as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s your going rate, Barnes?” 

[iwashieonhiatus]

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 | 𝙽𝚎𝚘 𝙴𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 | (18+)

📌ft. barou, oliver, bachira, ryusei.

･ﾟﾟ･｡ warnings- mdni, f!reader, pro players (20+), 20+ characters, petnames, suggestive content, sexual content.

$ BAROU SHOEI $

He didn’t like to show that behavior in public. He preferred the private where he could end your behavior, but you had crossed the line this time. You deserve a punishment for learning not to play with the king. You almost jumped out of your chair when you felt the tip of his shoe pushing against your knees and pressing your cunt, making you stare at him holding back a moan, he put a finger in his mouth and you didn’t dare make any noises as he amused himself rubbing his foot in your intimacy, watching your reactions as you struggled to keep muted during the meeting. He teased you throughout the entire meeting, stopping his movements when you were close to cumming and starting again when you caught your breath, face red, and your mouth swollen from the bites. “You’re going to learn how to behave in public, little whore.” Barou whispered close to your ear, his hand squeezing the back of your neck as you walked out of the building.

$ BACHIRA MEGURU $

It was an important moment for him and his mother. The exhibition of her newest art was finally happening and the two of you were special guests, entertaining the other guests. Bachira’s hand went towards your ass as soon as you stopped next to him, his hand making the outline of your ass as you two smiled at the people passing by. “Oh, but what a pleasurable surprise.” He said, smiling, his attention turned to the room as his hand pressed against your ass. “Did you like it? It’s for later.” You replied, pushing your ass against his hand, his thumb pressing against the anal plug you wore. “I can’t wait for later.” He said before leaving, arranging the bulge in his pants.

$ OLIVER AIKU $

You two were enjoying the summer vacation somewhere in Europe, and as usual, Oliver couldn’t keep his hands to him. You felt his big hand land on your thigh and the caress. Little by little, his hand went up, and you spread your legs apart, making room for his hand to enter your shorts and move your panties away. He smiled when he felt your wetness and continued the caress until you shifted in your chair, attracting the attention of the friends who were sitting in front of you. You held back the moans by taking sips of your drink or biting the inside of your lips while Oliver kept himself normal, talking like he didn’t have three fingers inside your pussy, driving you crazy. You grabbed his arm and closed your legs, trapping his hand as you came on his fingers. He withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth when no one was looking, and spoke in your ear, “The best taste of summer is yours.”

$ RYUSEI SHIDOU $

The large, secluded mansion he bought had no privacy at all since the paparazzi had easy access to the hills surrounding the house and, especially, that Ryusei liked to fuck in the pool. “Let them see, sweetie.” He nibbled on your ear as one hand cupped your chin and the other pressed the volume into your belly, where his cock hit as it entered. “You love to get attention, so why not let them see who fucks that tight pussy?” He laughed as he felt you squeeze his cock, moaning his name as your eyes searched for the cameras in the middle of the woods, as if you were going to see. You couldn’t see any cameras, but the devices captured you and Ryusei in the middle of the enormous pool, illuminated by the sun.

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