#why can't i snap my fingers and it's done hmmm

[swordsofsaturn]

how to motivate myself to put furniture together

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

wip wednesday

thought i would do this since it's gonna be really hot again over the next few days and heat always makes me super sick (i wouldn't last 5 minutes in avernus lol)

for context it's part of a fic i thought to write since i felt like i didn't fully explore the Raphael-hunts-Tav request i got from a lovely person (and i also wanted to write something dark again since i am not good at it)

welcome to me writing mean and angry raph lol (tbh can't be sure if i will finish this)

thank you laura for labbing raph's dialogue with me ❤️

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“Why would a power-hungry magelet with a chip on his shoulder abandon decades of ambition for some little bint he found on the roadside, when he could have hundreds – thousands of warm and willing holes to wet his cock with if he becomes a so-called god? Do you think you’re worth that sacrifice? Does Gale think you are? I’m sure he says lots of sweet things when he’s inside you, just as I’m sure he said the same things to Mystra, and we all know how that worked out…”

“Stop,” Tav begged. Sobbed.

“No,” the devil sneered. Utterly merciless. “It’s high time you faced the reality of your actions. You have doomed a future for the githyanki free from tyranny, you have doomed your friends’ chance to escape the emperor’s machinations, and you have doomed yourself, sweet pet, to reap what you sow – all for the sake of a man who rolled over you because you were the first woman in years to say yes. You wanted to enter my house without permission? Then you’ll stay for eternity.”

“You can’t keep me here!”

“I think you’ll find I can, girl,” Raphael rasped, malicious, quiet. His gaze flayed her alive, peeled away layers of skin and muscle to stare at her very soul. “For in this house, in this pocket of Hell, I am the master, and that means I can do whatever I want.”

A sick, bitter pill to swallow: he was right.

“Fine!” Tav laughed maniacally, the futility of the situation driving her to anger. “Fine, you evil bastard! I suppose you’ll have a pet squid soon, then. Have you always wanted one of those? Was it a boyhood dream, if you were a boy once? I hear ink stains are a bitch to get out of silk rugs.” As soon as she said it, Tav wished she had kept her mouth shut. She’d done everything wrong since entering that portal. Everything. Raphael’s shrewd yellow eyes narrowed as he considered something. Tav watched him raise his fingers, ready to snap, with dawning horror; if he did this, she wouldn’t just be stuck with him forever. She would owe him forever. A fate so much worse. “No! Wait! You don’t – I’m sure I won’t transform! It’s different in Hell, right?!”

“I’d rather not take the chance,” Raphael murmured, enjoying this moment of despair. “I’m not too fond of tentacles, you see. And besides…I promised I could be your saviour, didn’t I? Even though you hardly deserve it, but I’m nothing if not magnanimous, after all.”

CLICK. Such a small sound heralding a monumental, irreversible change.

Agony. The likes of which Tav couldn’t comprehend. Her skull splitting apart, bursting from the inside, her brains chewed up and spat out, eyes and teeth and tongue destroyed, sinuses burning…it only lasted for a few brief seconds, maybe, but the next thing she knew she was on her hands and knees. Frothy blood and bile oozed from her nose and mouth. Her body shook violently. Her head felt like it was full of water. She wasn’t sure, but she might have pissed herself a little bit. She stared up at the devil through bleary wet eyes and saw him watching her. Savouring her suffering. Floating in his palm was her tadpole, sluggish and covered in gore. Covered in her brains.

“Hmmm…I suppose I could have used less force for the extraction,” Raphael mused, unapologetic. He squinted at the ugly cosmic horror larva with disdain. “I was lead to believe these things were near-impossible to remove. Clearly not. Such weak magic. That worthless boy still has a lot to learn.” He curled his fingers inward and the tadpole caught fire, writhing and screaming as it died. Rendered to ash. Then he smiled at Tav, placid, almost business-like, as if he hadn’t just up-ended her entire existence. Her suffering had greatly improved his mood. “There we are. Now you won’t have to worry about those lovely guts of yours dissolving any time soon. Not before I get to sample them, at least.”

“I’d rather be a mind flayer,” Tav slurred quietly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt hollow. Without that tadpole – as awful as it had been – she couldn’t reach her friends or even the emperor to beg for help. She knew they were pragmatic. They’d realise something went wrong and cut their losses. They wouldn’t risk storming this infernal psycho’s little castle to rescue her, not when the elder brain was so unstable and they were so close to vanquishing the Absolute cult, but at least pretending it was an option would’ve given her something to hold onto. 

“And ruin that delightful complexion of yours? Perish the thought.” The devil reached to wrap one big paw around her forearm and tugged her upright. Tav was too weak to pull away. She barely stayed on her feet. The room and everything in it swayed. Until it was forced to stop by his hot clawed hand holding her jaw firm. Raphael’s image swam into focus. He gently turned her head this way and that. He was examining her; examining his new property. “Can’t fault the magelet’s taste. You are a pretty little thing. And now you’re my pretty little thing.”

He pushed his thumb into her mouth. She could taste the sulphur and hellish magic even over the copper sticking to her gums and teeth. She bit him, tried to, but Raphael wasn’t phased. He dug his thumb claw into her tongue instead, pressing until he pierced the muscle, until Tav cried out. Fresh blood welled from the small puncture wound.

“Behave,” the devil simply said, like he was talking to a naughty puppy. 

“Never,” Tav spat. Raphael seemed to like that answer, if the sparkle in his eyes and his rich chuckle were any indication. 

“Oh, you’ll learn, my little mouse. One way or the other.” He dragged his thumb out of her mouth, smearing blood and spit across her lips. His pupils expanded as he looked upon her. He found this arousing, Tav realised, more repulsed than she’d ever been in her life. 

“You make me sick,” she hissed. 

“You have no idea just how sick I could truly make you,” he purred around a sinister smile, “but we have all the time in the world for that, don’t we, pet? Thanks to you, I’ve got a lot more work to do now. Plans to tweak, contingencies to set up, that sort of thing. I don’t expect you to understand, but unfortunately it means I won’t be able to break you in quite yet. But fret not, you shan’t be alone. Haarlep can keep an eye on you until I return.”

[sharksa-shivers]

Stuff with Nucleo and OH dump cuz i said i would the other day

So...These involve the 2 derpos in the title, just a grab bag of stuff with them (and perhaps...Both of them doing shit together as well hmmm) But i should post some seperate too especially OH cuz i haven't spoken about her as much as i should be you could say that about alot of characters tho tbfh... ---------

(Sharky having to ask OH for cash on the phone, all 3 of em are broke)

Orange Hair:(answering her phone, we see the screen split so we can see both Sharky and Orange talking, Orange working with some chemicals and Sharky leaning up against a building, him just walking around as they talk)Hello?

Sharky:(obviously having to work up a bit of nerve, we can see he's obviously kind of anxious about this)Heyyyyyy, uh…So…I'm just gonna cut to it and not waste your time and blah blah blah, uh…Look, can i have like…500 bucks? Please?

Orange:(raises an eyebrow)500? What for?

Sharky:(anxious, trying to keep it cool and together)Uh, gas money, food money, hotel money, supplies like bullets and stuff…Uhhh, very not cheap stuff that we need andddd collectively all 3 of us together have…(pulls money out of jacket pocket)…12 dollars and 67 cents…and yknowwwww, kinda got like another day of travel ahead andddddd-

Orange:(we see her think for a moment before she just…turns this shit on its head)Hmmm……….Yeah- uhhhhhh…No.

Sharky:(he sits a moment)…..What? No?

Orange:(repeats)No. Nope. Non. Nien. Nada. Natu. No. What? You didn't hear me?

Sharky:(we just see him kind of snap a small bit)I…….Orange, i…We really need money!!!!

Orange:(working with her chemicals, writing down info)Ok…….The answer is still no.

Sharky:(nerves snapping mentally continues, getting kind of pissed and frustrated)Literally why?????? You're a multi-millionaire!!!! $500 is pennies for you!!!!!!

Orange:(unphased by his frustration)Pretty simple, gotta learn to deal with problems like this sooner or later, especially when it comes to demon fighting. You have any idea how many times i've had demons steal my cash and leave me fucked? It's gonna happen sooner or later and you 3 are gonna have to know how to deal with it. Life's fucking rough, it's how it is.

Sharky:(breaking)We literally do not have money for a place to sleep or food!!!! We have 12 fuckin dollars!!!!!

Orange:(unphased still)You got a car and i'm sure you 3 can figure out some resource for food…You're all very smart, you can do this very easily, i've seen the shit Max alone can do.

Sharky:(freaking out)Do you have any idea the amount of danger this puts us in???? Like…Any idea at all????

Orange:(stares blankly)Uhhh, yes? Very much so. Yes. Mmhmmm…If it gets too deadly or whatever, i'll bail you guys out butttttt since it's not there yet, seems like perfect survival experience time here to me…

Sharky:(he just kinda sits there in disbelief)………

Orange:(annoyed)You done yet? Can i get back to my work now?

Sharky:(he just kind of falters and accepts the answer, knowing he can't fight her)…….Yeah, guess i'm done…

Orange:(picking up her phone)Excellent, excellent…You 3 stay safe out there, don't come home dead please.

Sharky:(annoyed as fuck, freaking out)Yeah, sure, i'll try…

Orange:(finger on the button)Alrighty then, goodbye…

(We see her cut the line and Sharky's just there staring at his phone…We see him mutter "Shit!" Under his breath and then we cut back to Max and Kristy chilling in the car…)

Kristy:(boredly messing with her hair)…You think maybe like…I dunno, i could go for a different style by now or?

Max:(on his phone, rapidly typing)Uhhhh, maybe!!! That's kinda up to you, i don't really know much about human hairstyles and whatnot…

Kristy:(looking at herself in the visor mirror)Like…I like this being shoulder length and sometimes i wanna cut it but if i don't like it, then i have to wait like…a few months for it to grow out again so like… (Sharky opens his door and flops into the drivers seat, frustrated)

Sharky:(stressed as fuck)God…FUCKIN damnit…Fuck…

Kristy:(concerned)Wait, what happened?

Max:(looking up, texting)Is OH gonna be making this a pain in the ass again?

Sharky:(nods)YEP, SHE SURE IS!!!! She said she isn't gonna give us anything, she wants US to survive on our own, fucking…Fuck!!!!

Kristy:(eyes widen)What???

Max:(just kinda stares, he seems kind of unphased but he wasn't expecting this exactly)…Welp…

Kristy:(confused)Literally how and why???? Wait, what???? She has so much cash, she literally wouldn't even miss it!!!!!

Sharky:(Leans back, mentally tired)She pushed it basically as "this is part of the job!" Kinda shit, i tried going at it from that angle, didn't do shit.

Max:(annoyed, texting, looks up)Gonna just ask, does uhhhh, does Orange know that when people say "eat the rich" that DOES INCLUDE her or? Cuz uhhhh, i'm just saying, she's making that sound quite tempting and uhhhhh…I wouldn't hesitate…

Kristy:(just looks back at Max, gives him a weird look)……What?

Max:(smirks)You heard me.

Sharky:(frustrated)Look, doesn't matter, she's not gonna fucking help, we have to figure out something else to do…

Kristy:(thinking, she perks up)Wait, we could ask Nucleo!!!

Max:(typing on his phone)I got him on speed dial, hold up…

Sharky:(just gazes over)No, God, don't be bothering Nucleo okay???

Max:(confused)Why not? He helped us last time.

Kristy:(remembering)He did but…Wait, Orange also got onto him for that, uhhh…I…Don't wanna get him in trouble again…

Max:(amused)Nucleo legit daydreams about Orange punching and kicking him in the face, it'd be fine. It's his like…Kink or whatever…

Sharky:(getting more annoyed)No!!! It's not fine!!! Just!!!! (Trying to calm down, let's out a big breath)Let's just…Try and figure out a way to deal with this that doesn't involve dragging other people into this okay????

Max:(on his shit)Capitalism literally cannot exist without you dragging othe-

Sharky:(snapping again)I KNOW ABOUT CAPITALISM BEING SHIT MAX, HOLY FUCK, CAN YOU BOTH JUST STOP FOR 5 SECONDS???? LOVE OF POSEIDON!!!!!!! ------------------------ The Captain: I don't understand how the fuck you can put up with her…

Nucleo: ………………Yknow you're right actually, FUCK Orange Hair, she can fuckin deal with shit herself, fuck her…

The Captain: ………..Wait, you're serious? (just stares at a stonefaced Nucleo)………Oh fuck, you…You are serious, holy shit…Goddamn, ok then… ------------------------

(We see Nucleo walking into the lab only to see OH has fallen asleep at her desk, papers strewn about everywhere while she snores…Nucleo decides to try and help, knowing that's probably not the best place for her to sleep…)

Nucleo:(trying to be cheerful, shakes her shoulders a bit, amused)Hey sleepy, wanna maybe sleep in your bed instead of the table?

OH:(Orange jolts up, her eyes purple from not sleeping for a while, shaking her head to wake up before quickly shoving Nucleo off)Thanks for waking me up, need to get back to work now though, i have to figure out this-

Nucleo:(he's very quick and as she reaches out for some of her papers, he quickly makes a radiation shield around them, making them unaccessible to her, hand on her shoulder)I kinda think it'd be better if you took a break…When was the last time you slept?

OH:(annoyed, tries to think)…….Last week? I don't know, lost track of the days…

Nucleo:(questioning)You even eat recently? Shower? You do anything not work related for even an hour lately or?

OH:(her eyes shifting more and more as Nucleo goes down the list, annoyed, getting up)Ok, ok, ok, fuck, fine…I'll go waste time and…"self care" i guess…

Nucleo:(crossing his arms, following her to make sure she goes)Not really a waste if you're gonna fall into needing these things at some point anyway. All this work crap will be waiting after you take a break, you need it. You can't save the world from demons if you're falling asleep at the wheel…

OH:(annoyed as she goes downstairs to her basement bedroom)You sound like those damn kids bickering at each other…

Nucleo:(smirking)Good, they got good points and they look out for each other. Good qualities to have.

OH:(annoyed, closing her bedroom door)Yeah yeah, welp. Night i guess… ------------------------ (OH getting out and giving Max a full ass flamethrower)

OH:(glaring him in the eyes before giving it to him)You be fucking careful and responsible with this or it'll be my fire you'll be worrying about, understand me?

Max:(nods)Yes ma'am, got it.

OH:(nods back, handing it over)Good.

Max:(holding it as Orange gets other weapons down, looking at the flamethrower in sheer awe and admiration)…….I don't think i have ever felt more allo then i do holding this gun, oh my god, i think i'm actually in love…

OH:(just responding as she's busy)Yes, it is quite a beautiful gun isn't it? Will certainly be useful for the upcoming mission i have planned out for you 3… -------------------------- (We see Nucleo waiting at the bottom of the stairs in the main cabin with a coffee he bought, him talking with Amber as he waits on Max and Kristy to come down. Nucleo is in charge atm of taking the 2 Trio derps somewhere (probs for a mission or whatever) )

Nucleo:(talking with Amber, trying to understand a bit)So what's up again exactly? Like…Why do i have to do this on my day off? Like, i guess i don't understand why Sharky can't do this…

Amber:(explaining a bit as she's busy on the couch, folding laundry)I told Orange Sharky wasn't really in the best state to be driving in, he told me earlier he went to Pink Fin and got some meds, he woke up very sick and was throwing up so…Yeah, doing a mission is the last thing he needs to be doing right now…So he's probably asleep right now, resting up.

Nucleo:(understanding but still questioning)Ok, got that. So…Why can't this all just be pushed back altogether? Like why does this all need to be done TODAY then?

Amber:(busily folding)You're probably gonna have to take that one up with Orange…(hears a timer go off in the kitchen, quickly gets up) Oh! There's my bread timer, hold that thought!! (Runs into the kitchen to deal with that)

Nucleo:(sighs, annoyed before calling out to the derps)……HEY, YOU KIDS ALMOST READY OR WHAT?????

Max:(from the upstairs bathroom)YEAH, JUST NEEDA FINISH SHAVING, HOLD UP!!!!! I NEED THE TIME TO LOOK GOOD!!!!

Kristy:(quickly, heading downstairs in a rush)Yep!!!! I'm fully ready-!!!!!

(As Kristy goes downstairs she ends up tripping and hitting Nucleo, his coffee flying out of his hands however Nucleo is very quick and is able to catch the cup, lid and liquid in levitation magic, stopping it all from hitting the ground)

Kristy:(standing up again, in awe that Nucleo was able to do that, watching him guide the liquid back into the cup and then put the lid back on)…….Wowwwww, holy shit… Nucleo:(smirking)Yeah, you're lucky i have the skills to do that, paid like 6 bucks, for this…(calling out again)MAX, CMON!!!!

Max:(yelling back)I'M TRYING TO HURRY, GODDAMNIT!!!!!! ---------------------- (OH and Kristy are driving somewhere. OH is smoking and she has the windows up so Kristy's just coughing on the fumes)

Kristy:(glares over)Do you have to be smoking in the car like this???

OH:(looks over)I mean, you can leave…

Kristy:(stares in confusion)Leave? Orange, we're on a highway!!! In a damn thunderstorm!!!!! Where am i supposed to go?????

OH:(smoking, lets smoke out of her mouth, shrugs)I dunno but you can leave. Not like i'm holding you hostage or anything…

Kristy:(pissed)YOU LITERALLY KIDNAPPED ME, YOU DID THAT, WHAT THE FUCK?????? ------------------------- (We see a very tired as fuck Orange Hair come downstairs, her apparently just waking up. We see Amber cleaning up things after breakfast as OH comes down and opens the fridge to get a drink. Orange's hair was obviously down beforehand and now is in a big ass tangled ratsnest knot…)

Amber:(as OH closes the fridge door, pulling out a sports drink(like a gatorade or something)a bit startled by the state of her hair, questioning)Uhhhh, Orange, your hair…Ummmm…

OH:(she tiredly blows a bang out of her face before her hair ignites in a firey orange glow, OH whipping it back out straight and back into its usual form, that hurricane esc style. Stares at Amber)That better?

Amber:(nods, trying to be very nice)Yeah! That looks great!

OH:(opening up her drink, tired)Good. I never worry about that shit, i'm a living hair straighter with my magic…And hair curler if i wanted to i guess…Point is, i've got heat built in, easy fixes. I don't care. ------------------------ (OH and Kristy in a fight over some shit)

Orange:(pissed)That is an ORDER Kristy, i expect you to FOLLOW IT!!!!!

Kristy:(at her snapping point, pissed as fuck and enraged)Maybe you should follow THIS!!!!!!!!!! (Within a quick snap, Kristy makes a very big and powerful green colored ray ball of energy and shoots it directly at OH, hitting her dead on without any warning and nailing THE FUCK out of her, actually sending Orange back into a wall and crashing cracks into it with the force of Orange hitting it………and the entire room goes silent as Kristy's eyes narrow at what she just did along with Orange seeming like that did do some sort of pain/damage to her as she peels herself off the wall, leaving an imprint…)

Max:(just leaning towards Kristy, his eyes narrowed and locked on OH)……Pretty sure she's gonna kill you for that…

Kristy:(scrambling for words, scared)I, Orange, i'm sooooooo sorry, you're right, i should just be following orders from you, you're right, you-

Orange:(recovering, brushing walldust off her jacket, her gaze steady but calmer)……Actually, yknow what? ……..I'm proud of you for that one, you put some force into that, took me off guard and actually did some damage…Good work Kristy, i expect more of that from you…

Kristy:(just staring)…….I'm sorry, what?

Orange:(annoyed)Just take the damn compliment kid, sheesh… --------------------------

(thinkin bout that ep where Max is a depressive wreck and Nucleo's taking him to a Sunrises concert to try and help him feel better which uhhhh yeahhhhh, not…Not gonna be as easy as that…)

Max:(coming downstairs to see Nucleo in his punk get-up while Max is in his Sunrises hoodie, Max stares at Nucleo very confused and his depression is still veryyyyy much there in his tone)…What are you wearing?

Nucleo:(cheerful and excited for the concert)This is my punk get-up!! I dunno bout you but i'm ready to rock!!

Max:(staring very confused, tired)……..Nucleo, this isn't a rock show we're going to…

Nucleo:(stops, staring at Max, confused)…Wait, what? I thought it was? Sunrises isn't a punk band?

Max:(staring still, shakes his head)No…Sunrises is one enby peep that makes dubstep music from their basement…This is more like…a rave concert i guess you'd call it or…Something…

Nucleo:(taking that in)………Oh…….Welp uhhhh, hold on a second, i guess i'll take some of this off then so i'll fit in better with ya…I'm leaving the make up though hehe… ---------------------------- (Nucleo's fighting this rando cult shadowdemon and is thoroughly pissed the fuck off after all the shit that's been going on…)

Shadowcult member:(smirking with a murderous intent, says the thing that pushes Nucleo over the edge)That's alot of talk for a pretty little plant mer like yourself…

Nucleo:(he's had e-fucking-nough so he proceeds to do some dark shit, he grabs the shadowdemons face and blasts pure radiation magic in their face, enough to cause major major damage, skin and hair falling off as the shadowdemon screams in agony…Nucleo lets go and the shadowdemon falls, screaming and flailing around as their skin melts, Nucleo just glares, tired and pissed off, his veins glowing green)…Maybe that'll help you remember i'm a radiation mer actually…Tell your friends i got more for em if they try that stupidass shit again… --------------------------- (We see Nucleo mad dash running into the garage area, stopping whenever he sees Sharketa who's busy looking for something in the clutter…)

Nucleo:(upset, seeing Sharky's car is gone)Shit!!!! Fuck!!!! I'm too late, fuck!!!! (notices Sharketa)Sharketa!!! Quick, did Sharky or Kristy or Max say where they were going or?????

Sharketa:(worried by his discomposure)Uhhhh, no? I…Or…I thought i heard Kristy say something about downtown? I think? Why?

Nucleo:(frantic)Ughhh!!!! Long story but OH doing shit again!!! I think there's a chance she might have slipped some explosives in some of their supplies!!!!

Sharketa:(immediately alarmed)WAIT, WHAT????? DID SHE DO THAT ON PURPOSE???????? WHAT THE FUCK?????

Nucleo:(frantic, scared, anxious)Fuck, again, long story!!!! I can explain later, i just need to fucking get to them and fast, fuck!!!!!(eyes light up at one of the motorcycles in the garage, rushing over to it, pulling it out of clutter, grabbing some keys with his magic and a helmet, putting the helmet on, ripping off his labcoat, speaking quickly)If anybody asks, i'm going after them, i don't have alot of time, i need to get to them ASAP!!!

Sharketa:(anxious, worried as fuck now)Do you even know how to ride a motorcycle????

Nucleo:(getting on and turning it on, anxious as fuck)Nope!!! I guess i'm learning today!!!! I've ridden a bike before though so uhhhh, i assume they're at least similar enough!!!! Can't think about that now, i gotta go!!!! The fucking things i do for you damn kids!!!!!

(Before Sharketa can respond again to that, we see Nucleo rev up the engine and speed off, him skidding some as he's obviously not fucking used to it, oof…) ------------------------ (Ok...I like this one but i am...Trying to decide if it's physically possible for Nucleo TO get drunk...Cuz like...Posion immunities, disease immunitys, idk, what do you think? Can he get drunk or no? lmaoooo)

(Late at night, idfk what context is butttt i imagine Nucleo brought some alcohol over and got a little tipsy (i can see him doing that whenever stress gets to be too much or he just wants to relax a bit but i can't see Nucleo really getting flatout shitfaced often, probs more just tipsy/light drunk sometimes.))

Nucleo:(amused, slightly drunk so he's kinda out of it)So what you're saying is that short men DO have rights? So what you're saying in general is that there's a chance?

OH:(Just staring, trying to work still)………You have been talking to yourself for like an hour and half straight, please just go home…

Nucleo:(smirking, drunk)Probably not a good idea cuz immmmmmm kinda drunk hehehehehe…

OH:(working)Which is why i'd get Sharky to take you home or something, just…Please, i'm trying to work…

Nucleo:(annoyed, snarky)You're always fuckin working…You never do fuckin anything else… --------------------- Nucleo:(questioning)……..Are you actually jealous of me or…?

Orange Hair:(She sits a moment before she actually says something pretty out there for herself)……….You know……Yeah………Maybe i am a bit……….

Nucleo:(taken aback but he tries to hold it together for her sake)……..How? You're so much higher up on the society ladder then i am, you're literally a living legend at this point, a multi millionaire, what could i have that you don't???

Orange Hair:(sits a moment, looks him dead in the eyes)……..Happiness……..You actually see a point in life, you can see the beauty in it, the value of your own life……..And……….I can't do that…………I don't ever say it but…….There's not a day that goes by that i don't think i'd be better off dead……..So…………

Nucleo:(sits there, taking that in…And they both sit in silence, him not knowing what to say to that…) ------------------- ...One last one for the road maybe lol --- (We see The Captain looking around the hotel room for Nucleo and being unable to find him until a thought crosses his mind. We cut shots to him sliding open their hotel door. We can see that they actually have a bit of a backyard with this hotel room and as such of having a bit of room, we see a pool and a jacuzzi. The jacuzzi is one of the ones you have to cover and uncover and we see it uncovered, we also see it's a decently deep jacuzzi and that the bubbles going and the water glowing…But we don't see anyone above water…Until Nucleo rises to the surface, leaning back and relaxing…shirtless and in his merform, his tailfin tips sticking out of the water, obviously having a nice time by himself…Which is when The Captain approaches and Nucleo notices him there.)

Nucleo:(his face falling, annoyed)Oh Neptune damnit, what did Orange do now???

The Captain:(stares)Uh, nothing i was aware of, wasn't here to talk about her…

Nucleo:(a bit annoyed but his face softens a bit, relieved)Well guess there's that then…Did you need something then? Do i have to get out? Cuz i haven't been in my merform in a really long while and i just wanna relax, enjoy my lemonade here and the water…

The Captain:(shrugs as he stands there)Eh, just kinda bored. Wanted some company i guess…

Nucleo:(thinks for a moment, just accepting The Captain being here now)That's fine then i suppose as long as you don't expect me to move or get out…Kind of a long process so…(drinks some of his lemonade before putting it down again and sinking some into the water) The Captain:(we see him staring at Nucleo's tail)Y'know…I could see mertails every day i don't think i'd ever get used to it. It just always feels like my minds playing tricks on me or something…

Nucleo:(flicking his tail in the water, obviously happy to be using it)Can't relate since i was born with it. If anything, legs are more of a mindfuck to me. Took me a while to get good at using mine. Like, i'm used to it now but like ehhhh… ------------------------ Wowie!! Angst and stuff with The Captain too tho...(Who i am in the process of redesigning again cuz fuckin yeah, old design is...Not as good as it could be, don't worry, he's still gon be like 57 cuz yeah ofc.) Also the face-melting thing... 1. Radiation is not a good thing to mess with and 2. Nucleo can be an absolute beast if he wanted to be. Just cuz he's weak powered strength-wise does not mean he cannot do damage cuz he absolutely can and does in the series. We're going up against a murder cult of demons, they kinda have it coming tbh lmao... In closing:

[slashersteve]

Just Friends

requested by anonymous

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: There's a reason Steve keeps making fun of the guy you're going on a date with, you just don't know what it is and he'd like to keep it that way.

warnings/extra tags: one-sided love (or is it), some ~tension~, slightly angsty i can't let it gooo, cursing, beta read, edited by me and auto correct, non-canon compliant as I mention Starcourt

note: this got out of hand, but i was having so much fun writing this! This could potentially have a part 2???? hmmm....anyway thank you for reading and enjoy!

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It was your first date since graduating, or well, if you were being honest it was your first date ever, or at least a real date. You were nervous, incredibly nervous, and as the weekend inched closer to your small movie date with a guy you actually graduated with the year prior who never gave you a second look in High School, your nerves were only getting worse.

No really, you didn't even know somebody could sweat this much, and you don't know how many times you've asked Keith to turn the AC on in the Video Store you worked part-time at.

It must've been a lot because he basically banned you from his office, so instead you were passing the time by stacking returned videos on the front counter in your feelings when someone snapped their fingers in front of your face.

You nearly dropped your stack of videos when that happened, and shot your gaze to whoever had done that, thinking maybe it was a customer (it's happened before), but instead you were met with the brown eyed concerned gaze of your friend and co-worker Steve Harrington.

"Woah sorry, god your glare could kill somebody if it wanted to," he joked lightly as your glare softened, "I called your name like 3 times, I just need you to...uh, is everything okay?" His prior request of whatever it was he wanted to do faded into a question as he watched your gaze grow distant the longer he talked.

You blinked and nodded, "Yeah, everything's fine. Sorry, I'm just a bit...nervous."

Steve's curiosity peaked then, and he no longer was going to ask you to help him stack the towers of videos onto the cart, and rather leaned on the counter and asked you why.

"I didn't tell you?" you questioned more to yourself, as Steve was a pretty close friend of yours so it was hard to believe you didn't, humming you continued, "I have a date…and before you say 'oh it's just a date' because I'm sure you've been on millions of them, it's my first real date, so you know...I'm nervous."

You didn't look at Steve when you said this, thinking that maybe that was why you subconsciously decided not to tell him. He goes on dates left and right, and you couldn't imagine Steve not teasing you about this one being your first or something. So instead, you returned your focus to your stack of videos, patting the sides so that they all aligned.

"You have a date?" Steve asked in what you mistook for disbelief, "Wait- with who? When? With who?"

"You don't have to act so surprised," you told him, already growing a bit agitated with him. Steve was quick to shake his head then run his hand through his locks of brown hair.

"What? No it's not that, I just want to know who's taking my friend out, and when..."

You huffed softly, not toward Steve, but toward the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach that made you want to throw up your lunch. And maybe a little toward him too.

Quietly, you mumbled the answer, "Saturday night, it's with Timothy Taylor from High School-"

"Timothy Taylor?"

Steve's voice echoed across the video store, causing some patrons to turn and look at the both of you. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, and you grasped the sleeve of Steve's sweater and pulled him toward you as you hissed, "Not so loud."

He cringed and apologized, but something told you the cringe wasn't toward him being so loud, especially when he said your name as if disappointed in you.

"Timmy T. is such a clown," he said, and you scrunched your face up in confusion.

"He is not- wait weren't you guys on the basketball team together?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't make him any less of a clown, guy couldn't even make a proper pass, I don't even know how he was on the team...well Coach Taylor was his dad so that explains that-" Steve's reply turned into him trailing off and you flicked his shoulder, "Right, okay, when did he even ask you out?"

You sighed at Steve, but were a bit curious as to why Steve might say an old teammate was a 'clown' so you told him how all last week he'd come into the video store and talk you up, and how you didn't think it was going anywhere or maybe he was trying to get a free movie until he asked for your number and called you earlier this week asking if you wanted to go on a date with him.

"How romantic," Steve said, though you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, and he laughed, "I was wondering why he was asking me about you."

You paused, "He...he asked you about me?"

"Yeah, last week when you went on break, asked Robin too," Steve said as he crossed his arms as a customer approached the counter.

"Excuse me-" the older woman began, but was quickly cut off by Steve.

"Sorry we're a little busy, I recommend Fast Times. It's over there," Steve said without looking at her, and pointing in a vague direction of the video store.

You deadpanned at Steve for his recommendation to the nice older woman who stared blankly at the both of you and told her you'd be happy to help her when you were done. She seemed content with that, and stepped away to browse a little longer, not before she gave Steve one final offended look.

"You can't always suggest Fast Times, Steve, oh my god," you told him, fighting an amused grin growing on your lips at the face the lady had given him.

"Why not? It's a good movie- okay we're getting off track here," he waved his hand in your face before you both fell into your actual job of stacking the cart with video tapes side by side, "Yeah he asked about you, and I told him you were...you know cool."

"Cool? Just cool. You couldn't talk me up more than that?" you asked with a scoff. Steve rested his gaze on yours for a second, squinting his eyes slightly at you and your eyes that had gone starry and warm.

"I don't know if you should be this excited about going out with the guy," he admitted to you, making a frown come over your lips and your eyebrows to furrow questionably at him and he replied with a shrug, "He kinda sucks."

"He...sucks?" you repeated incredulously at his choice of words to describe an ex-teammate and friend once, "I don't even- can you just tell me what's wrong with him?"

"He's just...I don't know, lame? Okay no, that's too mean-"

"And calling him a clown who sucks wasn't?"

His cheeks burned a soft scarlet as he cringed once again, "Okay yeah that was also mean, I'm not denying that, just- okay- I just never imagined you dating someone like Timmy T alright?"

He grabbed two videos in each hand, his side of the cart getting fuller by the video while you stopped to stare at him with both of your eyebrows raised now, not understanding what the heck he meant by that. Was it an insult to you? At Timothy? Based on the track record of this conversation, it was probably toward him but still...

Shaking your head, you said, "Why are you imagining the person I'll end up dating anyway..."

Your statement made the tapes Steve was holding fall and the movement he made to try and catch them caused him to hit his other stack of videos. All of them crashed to the floor in a span of a few seconds, and you huffed loudly, thinking a single hah before you left Steve to his own devices to help the customer who was starting to look a little impatient.

✧ ✧ ✧

It was clear the following day you were ignoring Steve, and honestly, it wasn't the first time you've ever ignored him, but it was the first time your glare was actually toward him.

He stood by the fact that your glare would be able to kill someone if it could.

Still, it hurt that he was the one you were upset with, but at the same time, he couldn't really blame you. Clearly, you were nervous about this date, and his stupid mouth yesterday was not helping.

And he knew that. He knew that as he was saying those dumb things about his old basketball teammate, knew that as your replies got more and more agitated. He just couldn't stop even though he wanted to.

God, that was why Robin needed to be on shift with the both of you because she typically stopped him from acting so stupid, especially with you (sometimes she did the opposite but he had she been there she would've shut him up and saved him the embarrassment).

The point was, Steve was aware that you were just in need of support from a friend, because that's what he was to you right? Your friend, nothing less...and nothing more...unfortunately, but Steve didn't want to unpack that stupid warm feeling he typically got whenever he was around you lately.

Rather, he wanted to tell you he was sorry for being a dick, and that he was excited for you, even if it wasn't true when it should be. Friends, Steve had to keep reminding himself, you were friends and friends should be excited whenever another goes on a date, you certainly were whenever he did...well for the first few times because he admitted he did go on a lot of dates that you resulted to saying a single 'oh have fun' and nothing more. Still...it was support, and way better than whatever the hell he was telling you yesterday.

He couldn't even tell you he was sorry anyway because you were hardly giving him a chance to speak.

"Do you know what you're wearing?"

Steve was handing a video to a customer when he overheard Nancy's voice, and he turned because he hadn't even seen her come in. She was talking to you at the counter while you were typing onto the video store's computer.

"No, I do have some options though, but I haven't settled on anything..."

"Wait, so you have them already or?" Nancy sounded confused, and Steve watched your features contort into almost shame as you told her you didn't, and Nancy said your name exasperated and said, "You haven't even bought anything, your date is tomorrow!"

"I know, I know, I just couldn't decide and then the time just passed me with work and stuff," you said sheepishly, "Can you take me today? And help me?"

Nancy frowned, "I can't, my deadlines tonight for the paper and it needs extensive review before being published."

You groaned, "Damn, curse you and your dedication to the school paper."

Nancy shook her head at you, and looked around before her eyes fell upon Steve as he tried to make it look like he wasn't eavesdropping by poking around at the videos on the shelf closest to him. She raised both brows, before looking away in thought.

"Steve can take you?" He overheard her say. He paused, but decided not to look over and only listen for your response.

"No thanks, I can find something in my closet," he heard you respond groggily. After that, Steve heard Nancy say something, but he couldn't hear exactly, so he glanced over as discreetly as he could and saw her leaning toward you and saying something only loud enough for you to hear.

Your face contorted into irritation as you replied to her, and Nancy had scoffed, and turned to look at Steve again with a raised brow. Clearly you had told her about his stupid words yesterday. He cleared his throat, and forced a grin on his lips as some kind of greeting to her and she narrowed her eyes at him before returning to look at you.

Deciding that he didn't want to stand around anymore, he approached you and Nancy and said, "I was eavesdropping, but yeah if you need a ride to the mall, I can take you. We're off at the same time anyway."

You met his gaze and replied, "No, I'm fine."

He hated how his heart dropped at your dismissive tone, and said, "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday okay? Timmy T. doesn't suck, and he isn't a clown, he just..." he quickly thought up an excuse, "One time during a game he missed a pass and cost us a win, and I'm still a little...irritated because like I said he wasn't a good player and his dad got him on the damn team-"

Nancy elbowed him, acting like how Robin might and he coughed and crossed both arms, "Just I'm sorry, okay, he is a nice guy regardless of how he played."

You rested your gaze on Steve, visibly contemplating if he was being genuine and Steve was, slightly. He was sorry, but Timmy T. still sucked, but you didn't need to know that.

When you didn't speak, Steve decided to say, "Also...I do know him, and I think I would be better help or something- you can trust me, I was just being uh- stupid yesterday."

You stared at him for a moment longer, before looking at Nancy and Steve watched as a near telepathic communication passed between the both of you. He awkwardly stood there for a good minute or so before you sighed deeply.

"Fine, okay, yeah you can take me," you said, and Steve snapped his fingers and grinned.

"Great, we'll leave for Starcourt right after our shift ends," he told you, and you nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

It was only 2 hours later you and Steve were walking into the semi-full Starcourt Mall together side-by-side and making a beeline for the clothing store where you had told him (well actually Nancy) potential outfits for your date were.

Steve had been forced to take your hand though as he didn't want to get separated from you in the crowd that was only getting bigger. The feeling of your hand in his caused heat to rise to his cheeks, and he hoped you didn't notice the scarlet color of his cheeks.

"Steve, I'm not a kid, you don't have to hold my hand," you had joked from behind him, but didn't move to let go. He laughed nervously, making sure to keep his eyes forward as you entered the clothing together.

"I know, sorry," he apologized sheepishly before finally letting go of your hand, "So uh- where is this outfit?"

You took his hand again, much to his surprise, and led him with you to the other side of the store as you corrected him and said, "Outfits, Steve, outfits."

There was a lot of clothes you were grabbing, different tops, skirts, shorts, jeans, and a few dresses too that Steve had wondered for a moment if you were actually just searching for a new wardrobe. He realized when you were asking for a changing room when he remembered that you had asked Nancy specifically to help you pick an outfit.

A job that was his now.

He stood outside the fitting room door, which was just a wooden bi-folding door that had the various clothes you had elected to take with you hanging over the top.

The worker there was standing nearby, always making sure to glance over at Steve because she's probably had to deal with couples trying to sneak in there all the time.

Steve wanted to say nope just helping the girl I just so happen to think about romantically from time to time find an outfit for a date that isn't with me, but that would be sad, and even though he liked to say his reputation wasn't important to him...admitting something like that would definitely put a dent in it.

"Okay, so this was the original one I wanted to wear," you were saying as you were moving the door open, "And it's cute right-"

Steve turned to look at you then, and his breath was caught in his throat at the sight of you. You were wearing a blush pink top that hung over both of your shoulders and a pair of denim shorts. It was a simple outfit, nothing risky, nothing out of the ordinary of what girls wore today, but Steve's heart nearly hopped out of his chest when he saw you, especially when you turned from him to look at the mirror that was on the right of him and your left.

God, he was never so jealous of Timmy T in his life until right now.

"...so I'm not sure..."

His eyes moved from your outfit finally, and he stupidly asked you what you had just said. Scoffing you rested your hands onto your waist and turned away from the mirror to face him.

"I was saying that I think it's too...casual now, because he called last night and said he's taking me to dinner before the movie, so I was thinking more a dress...I don't know...what do you think?"

His eyes fell back down to the outfit, and he was lost once again...very visibly.

Because of this, you grew nervous again, not understanding why he was so quiet. Did he hate it? Did he think it was too casual? Was he thinking about what his ex-teammate might think? Was it good ? Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Earth to Steve? Hello?”

His eyes snapped up to yours, and he said, "Well uh- we won't know until we see the dress...but this is really pretty on you...like really pretty. Yeah, you should probably actually get this anyway because...yeah. Look at you."

You grew warm at his compliment, especially at the fact that he had said the word pretty twice. And the way his eyes kept looking at you, and drinking you in, had also caused a wave of confidence to join that warmth as you turned back to the mirror to admire yourself.

"I actually might," you said, moving side to side while Steve tried to retain his beating heart and wandering eyes, "Okay, I'll try the dress on."

You were back into the fitting room, leaving Steve back to his own devices and he cursed under his breath because to him he had thought he was being a complete weirdo when he was simply awestruck with you.

Friend, Steve kept having to remind himself, he was your friend and friend's don't oggle each other in fitting rooms.

"So uh..." your voice caught Steve off guard, and he looked at the closed door, "What does he like in a girl?"

"What?" Steve called.

"Timothy...or Timmy T whatever you call him."

Steve raised a brow, "Does it matter?"

You scoffed from within the fitting room while stepping into the dress, "You said you wanted to help me Steve because you, in your words, know him...so you know...what does he like...look for in a girlfriend?"

Because you couldn't see Steve, he let himself frown deeply at your question because of the clear implications behind it, "You...you want to be his girlfriend? I thought it was just a date..."

"No! I mean, yeah it's just a date, but I don't know...would be nice to be with someone," you called back. Oh, how Steve was really starting to hate the empty feeling that was washing over him and how his first thought was it would be nice to be with him and not Timothy Taylor.

"Look," he started, a little defeated and slightly heartbroken but hopefully it wasn't too obvious, at least in his voice "I'm saying this as a good...friend- it shouldn't matter what he looks for...you just...you know be yourself."

You didn't reply to that for a few seconds, and Steve was afraid he had said the wrong thing and you'd do a reenactment of the end of yesterday's shift and today's. Then, you laughed, and he tilted his head and asked if you were okay in there.

"Yeah, I just...I thought I could reach the zipper on the back of this dress," you said. He leaned back onto the wall and crossed both arms.

"Oh," he said, having to stop himself from asking if you needed help or something because then he'd feel like he would be crossing a line with you.

It was surprising then when you opened the door, holding the top of the burgundy colored sundress to your chest with one arm and asked him if he could come in and help. Steve's eyes widened, and he subconsciously turned to look at the worker who was suddenly, and conveniently busy with a customer.

"Uh...yeah- if you're comfortable that is," Steve told you, and you nodded.

"Well, there's no one else here so...and I do trust you not to be weird or something," you said, adding a nervous chuckle after that. Steve's lips turned to a small smile, and he nodded before squeezing into the small fitting room with you, sliding the door closed behind him.

There was a mirror on the wall to the left, and you turned so that you were facing it, and Steve took his place behind you, his eyes trailing down to the zipper you were talking about. It ended at just above your lower back and he tried not to stare too much at your bare skin, or think about how warm you were.

“I don’t know about this one,” you admitted to him, “I’d need help and my family’s out of town tomorrow.” 

Steve cleared his throat gently, finally moving his hands so that he could finish zipping it up for you, and he said, “Well…I would obviously help you again if you decide to get it.” 

You looked at him in the mirror, catching his eyes as he looked up momentarily. He casted you a smile before his eyes moved back down, and you felt him grasping the zipper, and slowly lifted it upward.

You observed Steve for a moment, taking in how focused and careful he appeared to be in just zipping the dress up, as if he didn’t want to touch you by accident or something.

To be fair, there was something inherently intimate about this fitting room, with the way the lights were dim and how close two people had to be if they were in one together. And it was pretty close, your own face was inches away from your reflection and you could feel the heat radiating off of Steve from behind you, making you feel slightly anxious and even more warm from his presence.

You had flinched suddenly when Steve’s fingers eventually brushed against the skin of your back, but what you didn’t expect were the sent pleasant chills up and down your spine and even on your scalp. Steve reacted to your flinch with a soft, breathless chuckle, and the heat of it had hit the back of your neck, causing those chills to make a quick and gradual return and you sucked in a shaky breath.

“Sorry, it got caught on the fabric,” he told you, his voice slightly husky from having to talk so low. You simply nodded in agreement, and you leaned a little forward as he lowered the zipper and carefully brought it over the stitch, gently grasping a bit of dress underneath it.

“So…be myself?” you asked him quietly, wanting to focus on something else and not his hands just barely touching you, “Any other great advice?” You meant it as a joke, and Steve definitely took it as one as he finished zipping the dress up then grabbed the two waist ties to finish it off and laughed.

“I mean, it’s what got me a lot of dates after my dating drought,” Steve told you as he finished the knot and looked up at you in the mirror only for his eyes to catch one of the ruffled straps of the dress you chose falling over your shoulder. Without thinking, he was reaching up to fix it. 

You sucked in a deep breath when you felt him fix the strap for you, wondering for a second how you didn’t even notice to fix it yourself. And damn…were his hands always that soft and smooth…did it feel like that when he was holding your hand earlier in the mall or when you took his and dragged him all over the store?

A sense of guilt came over you then, wondering why you were standing here thinking about how good Steve Harrington’s hand felt on you when he was just being a good friend. He was simply trying to make up for his weird behavior yesterday and here you were melting at every single touch or obligatory compliment he threw your way. 

You shook him off of you, and he dropped his hand to the side, feeling equally as guilty as you, but once again, when he looked at you in the mirror and saw the dress for what it was, his head went completely empty. 

The sundress was long, and burgundy with a white floral design that complimented you well, but it was the front of the dress that had Steve awestruck. It was a laced up top, tied delicate down the middle of the front, and the bodice was lined with a lace fabric. 

“Holy shit,” Steve said from behind you, making you look at him in the mirror once more. 

“Is…is that a good holy shit or a bad one?” you asked him nervously, and Steve’s eyes met yours once more.

“Yeah,” he replied, making you furrow your eyebrows at him because which was it, but when you really saw the look in his brown eyes, you knew it was good. And it was this moment you realized that nobody’s ever looked at you the way Steve was right now, so wide-eyed and visibly struck with you. 

“Steve?” 

He blinked quickly, and you watched his face turn a slight pink and he said, “I’m being weird, sorry, you just look…wow.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…thank you,” you finally said, “For uh- apologizing for yesterday, and helping me today. I’m really glad to call you my friend.” 

Steve’s eyes had fallen along with his heart, the word friend coming from your lips directly to him serving as a cruel, but well needed, reminder that yet again that’s all you both were. He moved away from you until his back was hitting the wall opposite of you, and he said, “Yeah! Anytime really- so you’re getting this dress…or the other outfit…or…both?” 

Your eyes shifted to the folded clothes on the small table in the fitting room and you nodded, “Yeah…I think I’ll take both.” 

Steve was fast, picking up the blouse and shorts for you like his life depended on it or something. 

“Great! Well, I’ll just wait for you out there and-” 

“Well, I need help unzipping the dress,” you started to say until there was hard knocking on the door and the sound of the same employee who kept watching Steve telling him to get out of there with you. Your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, and so did Steve’s. 

“I was- god this looks bad-” 

You covered your mouth, your embarrassment turning to amusement before you slid the door open and told her that he was simply helping you zip up and tie the back of the dress. The woman eyed you both suspiciously, before claiming that she would help you while shooting a warning glare at Steve. 

“Hey, we’re just friends, alright?” Steve told the woman defensively, “And even if we weren’t- I would never try to hook up with her in there…for one it’s not romantic and two…there’s literally no space.” 

“Oh my god, Steve,” you said, placing your palm over your forehead as the embarrassment returned and you asked the woman to please help you. 

Steve left the fitting room then, still holding the blouse and denim shorts in his left arm while the other went to push back his hair, shooting a quick look in the mirror. The guy he saw wasn’t the guy he typically saw in the mirror, the suave guy who goes on dates with multiple girls because they’re really into him, no…instead there was a guy who was absolutely smitten with the girl he has called his friend for over a year now who was going on a date with Timmy T tomorrow night. 

“Get it together man, for your sake and for hers,” he threatened himself quietly in the mirror, even pointing at his reflection for good measure. When it seemed he got the picture, he settled back against the wall and dropped his head with a deep sigh, “I’m not going to get it together…”

[the-little-ewok]

Hi!!! Love your work!!! I was hoping to send in a request from the fluff prompts! For either Poe or Din!

#29: "I've been in love with you since we were kids."

Thanks so much!!! Have a good day! 🙂

Truth or dare?

Poe Dameron X G!N Reader

Rating : T

Wordcount: 4900 (ish)

Warnings : Alcohol, intoxication, fluff, teasing, yearning, spice/innuendos

Summary : A game of truth or dare leads Poe to confessing something he's never told anyone, even his best friend.

Prompt request : “I've been in love with you since we were kids”

A/N: So sorry it took so long for me to write this! I hope you enjoy it! I went with Poe for this one (hope you don't mind :) )

GIF by the very amazing @salome-c

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"Truth. I don't trust your dares anymore!"

"Hmmm…tell me a secret!" Poe grins, closing one eye to squint at you. Maker, how is he so drunk? You weren't that drunk...were you?

Experimentally, you shift your legs from under you, stretching out the sore muscles from where they have been cramped crossed legged on the hard floor of your room. The wave of dizziness that overtakes you confirms that perhaps you have drunk a little more than you probably should have. And at this point you realise you don't even remember how long you've been playing this game, or whose idea Truth or Dare even was, but judging by the empty bottles dotted around the floor, probably too long and probably Poe's.

"Oi, answer or drink," Poe grins, poking a finger into your ribs and making you squirm with a squeal as he hits your most ticklish spot. Pleased at your reaction, he does it again, and again, until you slap his hand away.

"For the Makers sake, stop! You're the most infuriating person I know," you snap, holding your side so he can't get to you.

Poe snorts with laughter, raising his drink in a drunken mock salute, forgetting that you've probably told him that a hundred times or more in your long years of friendship.

"And I am proud of it! Crap secret though,” he complains, throwing back his drink.

Rolling your eyes, you finish your own drink, the alcohol burning its way down your throat leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. You know deep down it's a bad idea to keep playing, both of you have already drank far too much, but you're so far in you figure a few more rounds won't hurt.

"Alright, what's it gonna be, Flyboy? Truth or dare?"

"Truth!" He grins, swaying slightly even though you're both sitting still on the floor.

"Ugh," you roll your eyes again in frustration, "your truths are boring." Sipping your drink you think for a minute, copying his earlier action and closing one eye to keep him in focus. "Hmmmm… Tell me a secret? I want something good though, don't give me crap. I’ll know if you do," you demand as an afterthought, holding a finger up in warning.

The question makes him pause for a moment, scrunching up his nose and sticking out his tongue as he thinks. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, shaking his head and mumbling to himself about you knowing each thing he thinks of. Finally, he pauses, tilting his head as he considers what he's about to tell you.

"Alright, come here then," he scoots closer to you and you lean forward, bracing yourself on your arms in front of you to get closer to him. "Closer. You have to keep this suuuuppper secret. I've never told anyone this. Do you promise?"

You gasp in shock, surprised that he has secrets he hasn't told anyone. The amount he runs his mouth, especially to you, you're surprised he has any secrets at all. "What did you do?"

He pauses, giving you a look of outright offence, "Why would I have done something?"

"Where there is trouble, there is Poe Dameron," you sing his name, bopping him playfully on the nose with a giggle. "My parents told me, that boy, he is trouble, and you are.”

"I thought your parents liked me?" He pouts, and looks so entirely forlorn it makes guilt twist in your stomach at having told him that. Poe was good at being everyone's friend, and he was proud of it. The idea that someone close to him might have bad thoughts of his character, genuinely made him concerned.

Shaking your head you lean your forehead against his, shutting your eyes against the room as it takes a sickening tilt.

"They do now. You're not a boy now. You’re all grown up and… you know... big...manly,” you frown at your own words, part of you registering that you might not be making as much sense as you hope. “But we both know you're still trouble. My trouble though," you mumble, placing a hand over your heart to show your honesty.

"Your trouble?" he asks softly. “Your trouble.” The second time he repeats it, it's accompanied by more of an affectionate sigh. You wish the room would stop tilting so you could open your eyes and look at him, unsure of the gentleness in his tone. You thought he might have been offended at being called trouble, due to the fact he was trying very hard these days to not be trouble. But his tone almost suggests he was happy about it.

Before you can stabilise yourself enough to look at him he shakes his head violently, causing yours to wobble alongside with your forehead still pressed to his. The moment makes your stomach lurch sickeningly, making you groan and press your fingers into the cold floor, trying to keep yourself upright.

"Enouuuuugffh," he slurs, holding onto your arms to keep you both steady, "do you want this secret or not?"

Giggling, you sit back just a little and open your eyes, realising just how close your faces are together. So close you can see every line, every greying curl, every shade of brown in his eyes, even though those same eyes are crossing over, clearly trying to keep you in focus while you sit so close.

Suddenly you're hit with the curious thought that you could kiss him. You could lean forwards and close the distance between you, press your lips to his, see if he's as good as the talk around base says. You've always wondered if they were lying, or exaggerating at least. Poe had always been insistent it was all the truth, and that if you wanted a demonstration, he'd be happy to show you. But you'd always scoffed and scrunched up your nose at him, telling him it was the last thing you'd ever want. And it should be. It should be the last thing on your mind right now but somehow, it's the first.

Thankfully, before you have a chance to act he jolts you out of your thoughts, rubbing his index and forefinger against his thumb clumsily in front of your face, lacking the dexterity to make them click.

"You're not listening to me," he whines.

"I am. I promise I am," you nod, a little too enthusiastically, causing your head to bump into his nose. “Oops sorry,”

Giggling, you rub his nose gently as he hums and narrows his eyes, considering if you're listening now or not.

"Stop moving, you keep…wobbling," he complains, pushing your hands away and gently cupping your face to hold you still. You frown, having not moved an inch, or at least you're fairly sure you weren't moving. The room however, was still tilting at a worrying angle.

Poe waits a moment, his warm hands framing your face, making sure you truly are listening, before he scoots impossibly closer to you. Maker, he's too close. It causes a warmth to spread across your skin that makes the room become suddenly stiflingly hot and your breath catch.

"This is a big secret," he warns, leaning forward, his soft curls brushing against the side of your face, the scent of him surrounding you. Leaning close to your ear, his hot breath fans out across your skin as he whispers his secret, so softly that you barely hear it. "I've been in love with you since we were kids."

Your heart leaps into your throat, thudding so loudly you're sure it will wake the entire resistance with its hammering beats. The reaction is all wrong — confusing. It's confusing the way your body reacts even without your conscious input - leaning closer to him, inhaling the smell of his aftershave, savouring the feel of his breath against your skin, the overwhelming urge to kiss him still simmering in your thoughts. Fuck, you’re drunker than you thought if you’re considering how good it feels to be this close to him. Poe is your friend — your best friend. You don't have these types of reactions around him. You're perhaps the only person that doesn't and stars, you were not going to start now.

Poe sits back just slightly, his hands still cupping your face, bringing you back into his eyeline as he studies you with an unreadable expression. A long, silent moment passes between you, neither of you moving or speaking, your nose almost pressed to his, before you relax, snorting with laughter. Bringing a hand up to his face, you push him away playfully, causing his hands to drop from your face.

"You can't lie during truth!" You scold him. He's messing with you. It's Poe, of course he's messing with you. He knows exactly how to wind you up. And the butterflies erupting in your belly are obviously just from the alcohol. There's no way you would have seriously been considering kissing him, and no way he's telling the truth.

You could almost have convinced yourself if he had laughed, teased you for believing him for a moment, but he continues to stare at you silently, almost expectantly. His eyes flicker to your lips before back to yours, as though he wants you to kiss him.

You're too drunk for this. You need to take the upper hand, take control of the situation before it gets out of hand. You’re drunk. He's drunk. You both need a distraction before you do something stupid, but it's so hard when he's looking at you like that.

Mentally you shake yourself. This is not how it is. This isn’t how things were between you.

Leaning away from him, you open another drink, holding it out in front of you. It takes a second before he reacts and takes it out of your outstretched hand, a frown forming as he continues to regard you silently.

Taking a deep breath, you finish your own drink, dramatically glowering at him, torn between upset at the sudden onslaught of feelings he has caused while he’s been having fun at your expense, and annoyed that he cheated you out of a secret.

"Now you have to d-drink and.. and.. forfeit for lying," you grumble, the alcohol making your tongue heavy in your mouth, your thoughts jumbled and disjointed, continually slipping back to the thought of his lips being so close to yours.

"I didn't lie," Poe protests with a pout. "I promise. I wouldn't lie to you." He's sincere in that at least, although mostly because he's the worst liar you've ever met, and he knows you would see straight through it. But he told you somewhat of a half truth and absolutely not a secret.

You fold your arms stubbornly in response.

"I'm your best friend, of course you love me. But that isn't a secret, and so you owe me another secret, or a forfeit!"

"Fine, fine, dare then. You think of terrible dares anyway," he shrugs, finishing his beer.

This is better. Now you can breathe again as the awkward moment passes. Tomorrow everything will be exactly as it was before. You can put everything down to the drink. Just an odd passing moment, a fleeting thought, nothing to continue to think on. Of course, you don't want to kiss him.

Poe leans towards you again and your heart flutters in a way that you absolutely try to ignore.

"What's your dare, then?” He asks, licking his lips in an all too tempting way. Bastard. “Do. Your. Worst."

Your lips curl up in a smirk as he waits. Now you could get your payback.

~

Poe hadn't mentioned the secret again, if he even remembered the night at all. He'd turned up at your door the morning after, unshaven, hungover and grumpy, demanding that you owed him caf, a new pair of boots after he lost his in the final dare and something for his headache. Not once had he mentioned anything else that had been said that night, and so you had tried to put it to the back of your mind.

But Poe did not make it easy. Somehow, he seemed to find every excuse to be as close to you as possible. Of course he's always been affectionate with you, of course he was always touching you somehow, but somehow it seems more, or maybe you noticed it more. But Maker since that night all you seem to think about is him — the touch of his hand against yours, the soft press of his lips to your temple, his gentle eyes and full lips. And no matter how hard you seem to try, the feelings that had boiled up inside you would not seem to simmer. They stayed bubbling under the surface, constantly, plaguing every moment he was near you and most of the ones when he wasn’t.

For a split second, you had been thankful when he left for a mission just a few weeks after that night. His absence gave you space to breathe, to put the feelings to one side for just a moment. That lasted all of a minute until the usual worry for his safety took its place. But now even that feeling was mixed with other much more complex feelings that you didn't wish to examine more closely, and more than once you felt a spark of jealousy at the thought of him meeting someone else while he was gone. It shocked you as much as it made you uncomfortable to think about. It caused a dull ache somewhere in your chest when you thought of him with anyone else.

You tried your best to push away the feelings, convincing yourself that it was simply the part of you that missed him talking. Once he was back on base again, everything would go back to normal. Feelings that had appeared since that night would disappear again. It was just a momentary lapse of loneliness getting to you. A few more weeks and Poe would be back. You'd feel better and everything would go back to normal. Your skin would no longer prickle when you thought of him touching you, you wouldn't wonder what his lips would feel like against yours, your chest wouldn't ache for him to hold you. Poe would go back to being your best friend, and only that.

Because you absolutely did not love the way his eyes crinkle in the corners as he laughs, the way his tongue darts out to lick at his lips when he's thinking, the way his hair curls in the rain. You couldn't love that. Not like that. You couldn't. You wouldn't.

~

You were in love with your best friend. There was no point denying it any more. No matter how hard you tried things had not gone back to normal, not even slightly, and it had been noticed, most of all by Poe.

He'd been back for exactly six weeks, five days and 18 hours. Which made it eleven weeks, four days and 23 hours since your drunken night. And you somehow still couldn't talk to him about that night.

It wasn't that you hadn't tried, but instead you'd ended up spluttering jokes, making irrelevant comments about topics that made no sense or just trailing off into silence. It had gotten to the point that Poe even forced you into having a medical evaluation, insisting something was wrong, and he wasn't going to drop it until you relented. Watching him sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, brow furrowed in concern, while the med droids checked you over made your heart ache in affection for him, in a way that only made everything so much worse. Even after they confirmed there was nothing physically wrong with you, he had still insisted he knew otherwise.

That was the problem with Poe, he knew you. He could read you like an open book — pages laid out before him, the words telling him a story you don't need to speak out loud. But this time there were pieces missing, pages torn, words blurred, foreign letters unable to be translated. He knew he was seeing something, but he didn't understand what.

It had made for an uneasy few weeks on base.

"What on earth did that flower ever do to you to deserve such a violent death?"

You aren’t expecting his voice, and certainly not so close to your ear, so when it comes, you let out a screech of terror that doesn't even sound human, scrambling away from him as he plonks himself down on the grass next to you.

Poe on the other hand dissolves into laughter so hard that he doubles over holding his stomach, gasping for breath.

It takes a long moment to steady your jumping heart and catch your breath, his howling laughter ringing in your ears as you stare down at the shredded petals across your lap of the flower you had been twirling in your fingers. You barely remember pulling it apart, but the stem is empty and the petals are scattered across your crossed legs.

"Why are you so jumpy?" Poe snorts, finally getting a handle on himself.

"I'm not! I just don't appreciate being crept up on!" It's snappier than you mean it to be, still reeling from the shock, but at least your tone almost calms the laughter in his voice.

"I didn't creep. I walked across the yard and sat down next to you, but you had a funny sort of glazed look in your eyes," he frowns, placing one hand on your forehead. "You don't have a temperature, you look fine, but I think we should get a second opinion on your medical evaluation. Maybe you have some rare space disease. Miserablitous?"

He laughs when you push his hand away roughly.

"Ok maybe not that. I mean, that's pretty rare when people are around me. But in all seriousness, you look upset. What's going on? Flowers offend you by growing?" He picks up some of the petals from your lap and throws them over your head in a shower of colour.

You sigh, looking up at the night sky, wishing you could forget the whole night that started this. "Stop worrying. I'm fine. I was just...thinking."

"About?" He prompts, raising an eyebrow when you don't elaborate. You can feel the thinly veiled concern rolling off him — concern he's trying to hide with jokes and laughter, the same way he hid his own pain. Both of you know each other better than to fall for it.

It's that thought which makes you release you can't keep doing this to him, playing the part of his friend so terribly. You feel like a liar, a fraud, deceptive. Every touch, every smile, every soft word you treasure in a way you shouldn't, and it suddenly feels so unfair not to tell him the truth.

Twisting your hands in your lap, you take a deep breath, attempting yet again to explain your feelings.

"Truth or dare." Glancing over at him his eyebrow seems to raise impossibly higher in question to your answer. "I mean the night we played it. What you said…. I mean… I just don't think— were you joking? You were joking, right?"

Poe opens his mouth then closes it, unusually quiet, the frown between his brows deepening. You shake your head, backing out again as your heart jumps and fear twists in your stomach. "Actually forget it, you probably don't even remember. It's nothing important. When do you fly out again?" Hastily you try to change the subject, forcing a smile on your lips which, judging by the look on his face, does not reach your eyes.

"That's why you've been so strange," he exhales quietly, the playfulness gone from his voice. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he pulls his gaze from you, staring up at the stars and lapsing into silence.

You shift uncomfortably, unsure what to say, the situation only made worse by his own awkward silence. You've never felt awkward around each other before, not ever, and it makes your heart ache in fear. Of course it was just a joke, and now you’ve managed to ruin the one good thing you still had in this war.

"Poe - "

"Please don't feel like you have to explain," he cuts you off suddenly, shaking his head and turning to look at you, "You're my best friend and if you don't want more than that then it's ok. We don't have to go into it."

His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, the edge of fear creeping into his tone, his eyes dropping to study your hands still twisting nervously in your lap. You realise he's been avoiding this conversation just as much as you have, both of you terrified of hearing the truth from the other. But hope swells inside your chest at his words, giving you the bravery to finally choke out words you haven't been able to before.

"What if I don't want us to be friends?" You instantly regret your choice of words as his head snaps up to look at you, fear vivid in his eyes. "No, no, I mean… I mean… I know it's taken me a while to figure it out, but... I… Poe I… I like you," You groan in frustration at how it comes out, hiding your face in your hands. Even though you've faced down the first order, pirates and worse, somehow you can't seem to face your best friend and coherently confess your feelings.

Poe is silent for a long moment beside you, allowing the gentle hum of life to carry on around you as though you weren't about to throw away years of friendship.

Then you feel his fingers wrap around yours, pulling your hands down gently. He waits until you look up at him to let go of your hand, bringing his own up to gently stroke your cheek. It's a gesture that he's always done, when you're worried or sad, and it's always given you butterflies. But now it seems a whole swarm of bees has taken up residence in your stomach in their place.

"What I told you was the truth. I have been in love with you since we were kids. I'm still in love with you, and I'd like to be your best friend and more, if you want to try that," he pauses and takes a deep breath, dropping his hand from your face to give you a moment before he continues. "And if you don't want that, then I'm still happy to be your friend and I promise I'll try not to make it awkward or scare away your future lovers, even though you have terrible choices in that department."

You pause momentarily, taking in his words and the gentle, sincere look in his eyes. He does love you. It's written all over his face as clearly as it would be in galactic basic. And somehow you've never noticed it before — the way he looks at you. As though you're an entire galaxy of stars. Your heart swells in your chest and something snaps, the fear, the worry, the ever present anxiety that this could spell the end of your friendship fades into a need — a need for him.

"Wouldn't picking you also come under that?" You smile teasingly, watching the tension fall from his shoulders as he visibly relaxes.

"Obviously, I am the only right choice you'd make in your love life. I'm like what the T-65 X-Wing is to the T-70. The old one was good, but the new one is better looking, faster, and can go for a lot longer on less fuel" he winks in suggestion.

"Poe!" You admonish him, heat blazing across your cheeks. Even in your embarrassment, you can't help but laugh. He grins proudly for a moment before his eyes drop to your lips and then back up to meet yours. This time you don't push away the feelings that bubble up inside you. Instead, you let them sit for a moment, dropping your eyes to watch Poe's fingers entwine with yours as he takes your hand.

Looking back up at him, you bite your lip nervously for a moment before you speak, your mouth dry with nerves.

"C-can I kiss you?"

He blinks at you for a moment, and you know he's taken aback, so used to being the one asking the questions, making all the moves. For a few blissful seconds, a memory you'll treasure, he's completely lost for words.

"Oh...um Y-yeah," he nods before he seems to come back to himself, giving a cough he tries again more confidently. "I mean, yeah, of course. You can do anything you want to me," he gives you a teasing grin, trying to win back the upper hand.

Rolling your eyes, you pull your hands from his, trying to keep the smile from your lips as you stand, brushing the remaining petals from your lap.

"I take it back. I no longer want to kiss you."

Laughing, he gets to his feet, catching your hands with his again to stop you from leaving.

"Oh no, come on. I'll be good. I've waited years for this." When he gives you his best puppy dog eyes, you soften. Poe knows exactly how to play you, and if it hadn't been for the arrival of Black Squadron into the yard, you might have kissed him. But the noise and shouts of your names distract you, and you'd prefer not to have an audience.

Looking over, you give them a smile and a wave before you turn back to Poe, who's grinning at you with a look of mischief.

"I dare you to kiss me in front of them," he grins, "or deal with the forfeit."

Laughing, you shake your head, looking up at the sky in a silent prayer for patience to deal with him now, "I'm so glad to see this has changed nothing."

"You mean I'm still your best friend?" He asks, stepping up close to you as you bring your gaze back to him.

"No, that you're trouble."

"Your trouble though," he winks and your heart flutters.

"Unfortunately," you grumble affectionately before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Bringing your lips up to his ear, you whisper softly, "specify where you want your kisses next time, Flyboy."

When you pull back, you can't help but be a little proud of the way his cheeks are tinged pink, his gaze somewhat glassy as he processes your words. Without waiting for him, you turn on your heel and head back across the grass towards the squadron. You hear him give a soft huff of laughter before the thump of his boots on the grass catch up with you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he leans down to whisper a promise in your ear.

"Oh, I will be much more specific where I want your mouth next time."

You shove him away from you in shock at his boldness, but you can't help the smile on your lips or the flare of heat that follows his words. You should have known Poe gave as good as he got and that retaliation should have been expected.

Catching his hand as you walk, you lace your fingers through his, acknowledging the definitive change in your relationship. He squeezes your hand gently and when you turn to glance at him, he beams at you.

"Maybe we can revisit the kissing later tonight?"

"Well it is movie night, and you do always pick the worst movies so, I'm sure that might be a welcome distraction," you tease watching his eyebrows pull together in a familiar frown.

"I do not pick the worst movies!" He protests, letting go of your hand to fold his arms in annoyance.

"Yes you do! You have literally the worst taste," you laugh, already considering the list of films you can bring up that he's forced you into watching. But Poe’s mind takes an entirely different direction and throws you off with his teasing.

"Well, at least I have better taste in clothes! Unlike that orange and green monstrosity you wore,” his nose scrunches up in disgust as you stare open mouthed at him.

"I was ten! When are you going to stop bringing that up?"

"Never! It still haunts my every waking moment thinking about it. I'm fully traumatised. In fact, now that I think about it, you have ruined my entire life overall. How was I supposed to commit to anyone with you here? Do you have any idea how hard it is for everyone to be in love with you, and the one person you want, won't admit they are in love with you? I need therapy for all the trauma you’ve caused,” he laughs, evidently enjoying your outrage and deciding to keep pushing you.

You frown at him, giving him your best unimpressed look, "The only thing you need therapy for is your narcissism.”

When you eventually reach the squadron, still deep into your bickering, they roll their eyes, initially none the wiser at the change in your relationship. But when Poe slips his hand into yours, once more lacing your fingers together, you know everything has changed.

He leans in close to you, softly whispering in your ear as he squeezes your hand, “I can't wait to show you how true all the talk you've heard is."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What You Need

Warnings: noncon/rape, degradation, dominance, toxic behaviour, begging, object insertion.

Prompts: "You have everything you need; me.” + “I’ve never heard anything better than the way you cry out my name.” + Bucky Barnes + degradation, begging, dominance, knife play, dirty talk requested by @darklysedated and @tinalbion

Summary: Your past catches up to you.

Please leave some feedback and reblog if you enjoy! Thank you 💜

Did you forget to lock the door or did he break in? Does it matter? It can't change the fear coursing through your veins or the knife at your throat.

"I'm almost impressed," Bucky says as he bends over you. He stands behind the chair, a hand around your chin as his vibranium fingers lightly rests the blade against your tender flesh, "aren't you? You made it pretty far, sweetheart?"

You grip the arms of the chair and let out a quivery breath as he presses his cheek to yours. You feel the anger in his strength, hear it in his voice. Running was never going to get rid of him but it wasn't the worst decision you ever made; that was right behind you.

"Bucky," you rasp and your throat bobs against the metal, "please…"

“I’ve never heard anything better than the way you cry out my name," he purrs as he turns his lips to your cheek, hot breath rippling over your skin, "I've waited too long to hear it."

He spins the knife suddenly, the tip catching under the front of your shirt. He reaches down and pierces the cotton, slicing it open with a smooth jerk of his arm.  You whimper as his other hand covers your throat.

He slips the point of the knife between the cups of your bra and snaps it just as easily. You reach up to cover yourself, breaking the paralysis of his intrusion.

"You playing shy, sweetheart?" He chuckles, "did you forget everything I've seen? Everything I've done to you?" He traces a line along your stomach with the knife, "can you even picture everything I'm going to do to you?"

"Why--"

"You don't ask questions!" He snarls as his hand tightens on your neck, "you don't get to do that. You ran. You left me. You--" he sneers and brings the blade to your lips, "betrayed me."

You gulp as you stare at the dark metal limned with a sleek silver strip. He stands and his hand slackens but lingers as her rounds you, knife still pointed at your face.

"I gotta a lot of work to do," he says as he flips the knife back and catches it, causing you to flinch, "you forgot how to be a good girl."

Your fingers curl into the arms of the chair as you watch him cut away the button of your fly. Your eyes blur as he pushes down the zipper with the knife's tip and hook it under the denim. He turns the blade and slices the seam all the way down one leg and then the other.

He yanks away the shorn jeans with his free hand and you shake. Another pathetic 'please' wisps from you, futile and unbidden.

He slices away your panties and your hand flies out unthinkingly. You touch his arm but you wince as his eyes meet yours. The sheer anger makes you recoil.

He tugs your panties from beneath you and brings them to his nose. He inhales and hums, squeezing them before letting them fall with the rest of the shredded fabric.

"You gonna be a good girl?" He asks.

You tremble and gape at him. He drags the knife over your thighs and prods your legs apart. You nod and swallow as tears burn behind your eyes.

"Yes," you utter.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He pushes the blade firmer to your thigh.

"Yes, sergeant," you say, the words like ashes in your mouth. Words you never wanted to say again.

"Hmmm, you do remember," he hums and pulls the knife back. 

He twirls it in his fingers as his other hand rests on your pelvis. He slips his thumb down to your clit and your squirm. He rolls the tender bud and you hiss at the tendrils that weave around your nerves.

'You missed me," he purrs as he teases you, "why would you leave? Why would you hurt me?"

"Bucky, please," you whine, "you know--"

"You love me," he growls, "like I love you. So why?"

You shake your head as his thumb flicks furiously and wipes away all thoughts. You throw your head back and groan through your teeth. 

His thumb trails down to your fold, slick already, he drags it back up to your clit. He rubs you firmly and you feel him shift. You look down as his vibranium grasps closes on the blade and he slides the hand between your legs.

You gasp as he presses the end to your cunt. He moves his knees between your feet to keep your legs wide and wiggles the handle against your entrance.

He plays with your clit as he inches the grip inside of your, the ridges meant for his fingers tickle your walls and make your groan. He pushes it to the bottom of the blade and holds it there.

"Look at you, taking my knife like a dirty girl, huh? It don't even needa be me. I could fuck you with anything and you'd beg for me," he gloats.

You moan and bite your lip as your nails sink into the upholstery.

"Beg me, sweetheart, be a good girl and ask me nice," he taunts.

"Mmmm, please," you drone as his thumb swirls just around your bud, "please, sergeant, will you fuck me?"

"Fuck you? Fuck you with what?"

"Sergeant, please, fuck me… with your… ugh, knife?" You eke out as your thighs tingle deliciously.

"Fuck you with me knife?" He echoes mockingly, "now what kinda girl would want me to do that?"

"A… a dirty girl," you puff out, "I'm a dirty girl."

Your eyes are slits as you pant and long for more. He smirks and pulls the knife back as he grazes his finger back over your clit. He slides the knife back in, out, in, out, his thumb keeping time with it.

"Are you going to cum? Sweetheart, you know the rules," he snickers as he watches you writhe.

"Please, sergeant," you huff and whine, "please, can I cum?"

"You're going to cum. For me?" He purrs, "hmm, you hurt me, sweetheart," he stops the knife and his touch, "I can't just forget what you did."

"I… I…" you sputter, "I'm sorry."

"Show me," he pulls the knife out and holds it up, admiring the wet handle, "show me you're sorry."

He stands and holsters the knife. He looks down decisively and taps his toe. You feel the strength seep from you as you surrender to that familiar void. Keep him happy and he won't be mad.

You edge forward in the chair and drop onto the floor, your knees hitting the wood painfully. You crawl to him on your hands and your arms shake. You lower yourself to kiss the grimy leather of his boots.

"I'm sorry, sergeant," you say, repeating it with each kiss, over and over.

"Mmm, and tell me what you need," he demands.

You look up at him in confusion and bat your lashes.

"Tell me what you need." He repeats staunchly.

You blink and gulp, "I don't know."

"You have everything you need;" he says as he lifts his boot and pushes it against your shoulder, shoving you away and guiding you onto your back. He plants his thick sole on your chest and his hand gropes the bulge along the front of his pants, "me.”

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Hi hello! So pleased to hear your requests are open! Can I please request for a marriage au mafia style where the reader gets hurt or assaulted by the rival gang in front of him and due to being restraint he can't get to her and he cries and begs for her stop. Then thankfully Chan and the others come to the rescue and you want nothing more than to be in chnagbins arms. Maybe a lot of angst and fluff afterwards too. Can't wait to see what you come up with 💕

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Changbin

Warnings: Mention of violence and blood; cursing and language; lots of angst and some fluff at the end; mature content

Genre: Mafia AU; Established Relationship

Where are you?

It feels like a dream. The very strange sensation of that in-between state because you were incapable of distinguishing consciousness from something less than. 

Am I alive?

You must be, aware of the sensation of cold, shivers running down your spine, raising little bumps across your arms...

“Princess!”

What? Did you hear that?

“Y/N!” the voice came again. More urgently this time.

You realized then, with the grounding agency of that sound, that your eyes were closed, but it was a struggle to open them, slowly coming back from whatever had sucked you down, wincing at the dull pain in your head.

“Y/N,” the voice sighed this time. Like it was relieved to see you cognizant. “Tell me you’re okay, love.”

Love?

It hit you at that moment, the sound of the voice. One you could recognize no matter the degree of darkness holding you under, and you managed to open your eyes enough to meet Changbin’s gaze from across the room. 

“Changbin?” you questioned. Or, at least, you thought you said his name. You couldn’t be sure since the sounds around you made it seem like your head was underneath water, distorting everything, and the roof of your mouth was dry and tasteless.

“That’s right, love,” Changbin said, and you struggled to keep him in your line of vision, watching his form swim and dance in strange directions.

“I don’t feel good,” you admitted, hearing what might’ve been a sharp intake of breath.

“Where does it hurt?” Changbin asked, and you frowned at how difficult the question was since you weren’t sure how to answer it.

There was too much numbness, and you were far more concerned with restoring your senses, slowly feeling your ears open back up and the things surrounding you come into focus.

Meanwhile, Changbin was still talking. “I’ll kill them all,” he growled. “This was never supposed to happen.”

Them? you thought to yourself vacantly, gingerly turning around as much as your bindings would allow, realizing only after a brief relapse of confusion that your hands and legs were tied to the metal chair you sat on. 

“Where are we?” you asked, finding your voice amidst everything else.

“I’m not sure,” Changbin whispered, and he suddenly sat upright in his chair, eyes narrowing and features taking on that practiced hardening that you associated with your husband at his most dangerous.

But a Changbin bound and tied by seemingly impossible to escape restraints didn’t exactly scream power to you. In fact, it seemed more like a power imbalance, and you were left reeling for answers when the sound of a distant door opening and then closing filled the space between you both.

“I see you’re awake now,” an unfamiliar figure announced, voice slightly accented. He walked with an arrogant swagger, matching the exaggerated steps he took and the smirk he wore on his grizzled features. “We’ve been waiting.”

“Don’t touch her!” Changbin snapped, jerking against his restraints as the veins in his neck visibly popped in response to his obvious anger and frustration. 

“Who? The girl?” the man asked with a lazy gesturing towards you. “Then you’ll give us answers, no?”

“What do you want?” Changbin asked, and you noted how his fingers were clenched tightly against the arm rests attached to his chair.

“The new shipment of weapons,” the man said. “Your men took them from us the other night. Came in and shot my best sniper.”

Changbin sighed, clearly frustrated. “They were originally assigned to us.”

“But then we made a better deal!” the man growled. “It was my name on that contract, and you had no right to interfere.”

“Says who?” Changbin asked, fishing for more information.

“I can’t tell you that,” the man replied. “I’m only the messenger.”

“You act like it’s more than that.”

“Oh?” the man smirked. “Well, I am a big deal.”

Changbin glowered at the arrogance. “I don’t lead the organization.”

“I know, but you’re an important player,” the man continued. “And your name was everywhere when I started investigating.”

“The weapons were a necessary exchange,” Changbin argued.

“But they were ours!” the man declared passionately, and Changbin knew better than to try to argue with someone so overzealous.

“Fine,” Changbin huffed. “I’ll have my men restore the weapons.”

“Wonderful,” the man sighed, tucking his hands into his pocket. “There is one more thing, though.”

“One more?” Changbin snorted.

“I know of your importance, Mr. Seo,” the man said. “I assume that you’re someone in possession of good information.”

“Like what?”

“Like that little bar you opened downtown,” the man continued, taking another step closer. 

You froze when he pulled a knife from his pocket, studying the way the light reflected off the harsh metal. “What about it?” Changbin grumbled, eyes focused on the obvious danger in the room.

“I’m curious about its sudden success,” he said, and you shivered when he started circling your chair. “Seems like something is missing.”

“Just good business,” Changbin said, but you could tell he was trying to get one step ahead of the guy - discerning the meaning of this unexpected conversation.

“Or, you figured out how to delegitimize the competition,” the man harshly exhaled, and you whimpered when you felt the cold blade of the knife tease the sensitive skin of your neck. 

Changbin sat up just a little higher, biceps flexing against his restraints. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Obviously,” the man hissed, digging the blade just enough to draw a tiny pinprick of blood. “You’ve sent your men undercover to spy on my business! To spread rumors and lies and turn my clientele away!”

Changbin chuckled at the outrageous claim, but it was devoid of any humor. “You probably fucked your business over yourself.”

“Do you think I’m a fool?” the man growled, searing metal against flesh. “I know men like you, Mr. Seo, and I’m willing to bet that you’ve played a bigger part than what you’ve let on.”

“I have better things to do than fuck with some second rate booze club,” Changbin growled. “We’ve got clubs all over downtown. They’ve all been successful, and it has nothing to do with sending off the competition.”

Changbin smirked then, something harsh and mocking. “Maybe you’re just a really bad businessman.”

But it was the wrong thing to say, and you withheld a scream of terror when the man suddenly wrapped biting fingers into your hair. “You want to save your cocksleeve?” he growled, gripping even tighter to your aching scalp and wrenching your head back to expose your throat and the small laceration he had left there on the smooth skin. A puddle of red amidst the rest. “Tell me why you did it!”

“I can’t!” Changbin snarled in return. “My guys never stepped foot in your territory.”

“LIES!” the man roared, and you were teetering precariously in your chair, back legs lifted from the safety of the floor.

“If you hurt her,” Changbin said, and his tone was staggered and weak. “I will make sure you suffer a thousand times worse.”

The man laughed, incredulous as he looked around the room. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

Silent tears fell down your glistening cheeks as you felt the man’s warm breath against the side of your face. “Maybe violence isn’t enough for you. Maybe I need to get what I need by other means.”

Your stomach dropped at the guttural tone, trying to meet Changbin’s eyes from across the room. “You’ve been warned,” Changbin said. “The grave you’ve dug for yourself is deep enough.”

“Oh?” the man laughed. “Well, since you think you’re in such control here, let me remind of you of the reality of the situation...”

“Changbin!” you cried when you were abruptly lifted from your chair, knife cutting through the ropes binding you, sending you colliding back against the solid mass of an unfamiliar form, loose hands roaming across your torso. 

“Stop!”

Changbin’s voice was just veering on the edge of desperate, recognizing that you were in no position for him to sound anything less than serious. 

“Stop?” your captor repeated in a mocking tone, and you felt the blade of the knife return to your throat, slicing down harder and finally triggering the hair-raising scream that you had been suppressing. Trying to be brave for Changbin.

“You can’t do this!” Changbin cried, and you were amazed to see the faint rivulet of a tear stain - the mark of weakness that your husband tried so hard to suppress in this violent line of work.

If you thought about it, there were only a handful of times that you had ever seen Changbin cry.

“I’ll do anything,” Changbin whispered. “I’ll even take her place! Just don’t hurt her anymore.”

“Hmmm?” Your captor relinquished his threatening attack, and you could breath a little easier when he turned his attention back to Changbin.“What if I offer you a compromise? Tell me how you’ve managed your business affairs, and I won’t kill your little plaything.”

Changbin inhaled sharply, gaze full of a sinister rage you knew was reserved for his greatest enemies. “You’ll be screaming for a death of your own by the time I’m done with you.”

“You still don’t understand,” the man sighed, and you gasped when chapped lips brushed against your cheek. “Maybe I’ll fuck her first...”

“You won’t have the time.”

“Says who...”

He trailed off then. The last words you ever heard from your captor before an enormous explosion interrupted the tension, walls and floors shaking as dust and debris fell from the ceiling overhead.

You could feel the body behind you trembling as well, but you knew that it wasn’t from the explosion. It was from fear, and in a split second of panic, the man shoved you to the ground, and you yelped when your head collided hard against the concrete. 

You attempted to pull yourself back up, but there was something numbing and weighty keeping you on the floor, darkness swimming threateningly in front of your eyes once again.

There were familiar sounds: the sharp click of a gun, the whizzing of bullets flying overhead, and the cacophony of screams and yells.

The pain was keeping you from focusing, aware of vague figures passing in and out of your periphery, running and moving in all sorts of directions. It was chaos at its finest, and you were incapable of comprehending any of it. Instead, you could only focus on two things: the pounding of your pulse against your eardrums and the intermingled buzzing of familiar tones.

There was a hand on your shoulder, but you were incapable of responding to their call, succumbing to an irrefutable and dreamless sleep.

The first thing you noticed when you were capable of understanding your surroundings, was the silky fabric of the bed sheets.

They were smooth to the touch and you flexed your fingers around them, humming in contentment when you silted open your eyes just enough to confirm that they belonged to you and Changbin. The ones you used on the King-sized bed in your shared room.

But therein lay the problem: you were alone in the bed, and the only voices you could hear certainly didn’t match the same tone of your husband.

You swallowed hard, flinching when the motion brought attention to the thick bandage around your neck, and upon touching the material, you were bombarded with a barrage of images reminding you of everything that had happened the previous night. 

It was enough to leave you shaking, seeking some form of comfort as you roused your body just enough to turn around to the sound of those voices, recognizing Chan, your husband’s boss, and Seungmin, the residential healer.

“Chan?” you groaned, grimacing at the dryness in your mouth.

“Y/N,” he acknowledged you, rushing over to your bedside in an instant. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you said, watching as he lifted a bottle of water to hand to you.

“Drink this.”

You nodded, taking it from him. “Where’s Changbin?”

The question was met with silence, and you frowned when Chan and Seungmin exchanged quick glances. “Well, if nothing hurts, then I have other appointments,” Seungmin said, hurriedly dismissing himself from the room.

“Coward,” Chan muttered, but he was nothing but smiles for you, coming to sit down at your bedside. “Changbin...he’s busy.”

The answer wasn’t satisfactory, and your heart started beating a little faster. “Where?”

“Downstairs,” he said, and you knew exactly what that meant. 

“He brought him here?” you muttered, hating the idea of having someone like that under the same roof you called home. 

“Changbin insisted,” Chan replied, and you realized that he disapproved as well, but it still didn’t help your tender sensibilities, and you were ready to implode from the inside because you needed Changbin’s comfort.

“I need him,” you said, fixing Chan with a stern look. “Can you ask him to come up here?”

“He won’t be convinced until he’s done,” Chan said, but his gaze was soft as he leaned in closer. “I can help, if you’d like.”

It was a nice gesture, and normally you might take him up on an offer of comfort, but Chan wasn’t going to heal the turmoil bubbling inside of you.

The emotions burst forth, and your eyes had already glossed over from tears shedding themselves like dead leaves falling from a tree in the middle of a windstorm. “I just want Changbin,” you sobbed, and Chan was barely perceivable through the mess of your tears. 

You could tell Chan was upset by your dismissal, even as his fingers tried to brush away the wetness dotting your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, and it spoke to a history between the two of you that often when unsaid.

You had been given to Chan, your organization’s leader, as a peace offering from a rival mafia group. It was a cruel trade, and you resisted as much as you could, especially since, at first, you were meant to be his betrothed.

And you came into the Miroh Group with a determination to resist them to the very end.

Until Changbin stole your heart.

From there, you couldn’t believe that you had gotten so lucky, falling in love whole-heartedly, capable of forgiving Changbin’s worst sins.

Including his more sadistic tendencies.

“You can try to see him,” Chan said, seemingly satisfied after wiping away most of the evidence of your internal breakdown.

You nodded immediately, even though you understood that what you might find downstairs wouldn’t be anything comforting.

You felt a little unsteady on your feet, even with Chan helping you down the concrete steps descending into a place you tended to avoid.

The smell of alcohol and blood were both overwhelming, and you stumbled on the final step, rearing back at the sound of a truly gruesome gurgle that reminded you too much of drowning. 

In the middle of the room you managed to make out Changbin, wearing dark pants and a white t-shirt, allowing you to see all the blood painting the texture in ugly patterns.

But then your attention wandered over to the poor soul strapped to the chair, barely recognizable because of the damage caused by your husband, the one who was gaping at you while holding a knife in one hand and scissors in the other.

"Y/N,” Changbin whispered. “Why aren’t you resting?”

You shook your head, looking past the gruesome, mangled damage to see the pained expression of your former captor. 

Changbin had made good on his threat to tear the asshole apart, and your stomach rolled at the awful display of violence.

Done at the hands of the man who made the sweetest love to you in the dark recesses of your bedroom.

Still, you craved his presence, falling into his open arms as he held you close after tossing aside his tools. “Shhh,” he whispered to calm your tears.

“You weren’t there when I woke up,” you sniffled.

“I’m sorry, love,” Changbin said, soothing your cries with soft cooing. 

You savored his closeness, tucking your chin over his shoulder and opening your eyes to look upon the decrepit appearance of your former captor. “What are you doing to him?” you asked, and you felt Changbin sigh as he pulled back from you.

“I know you don’t approve, love,” Changbin said, and he glanced down at his ruined t-shirt and jeans, drenched in blood. 

Under most circumstances, you would agree, but you felt your hand jumping to your throat, wrapping around the bandage covering your wound. 

Changbin frowned at the movement, likely remembering the events that led to your injuries. “Kill him,” you said, and both Changbin and Chan seemed taken aback by your response. It was completely out of character, coming from someone who often disapproved of the murderous part of their work. 

“Y/N,” Chan whispered, and you could see that he wore wariness on top of his horrified expression.

“Come upstairs soon,” you said, squeezing Changbin’s hand with your own. “I need you.”

Your husband nodded, looking at you with something akin to awe as you left the downstairs basement with Chan hot on your heels and torturous screams assaulting your ears. 

Chan only left your bedroom once Changbin arrived, showered and clean, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. 

“Careful,” Chan whispered to him on the way out, and you shivered.

But there was nothing that could warm you up more than Changbin, and you even managed a smile when he climbed into the bed behind you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Hi, princess,” he whispered, and you felt like bathing in the sensual tone of his voice.

“Changbin,” you sighed in return, turning around so that you could face him.

“It doesn’t hurt too much, does it love?” he asked, reaching out to tenderly stroke his fingers across your bandages. 

“Not anymore,” you said. “Seungmin did a good job.”

“He better,” Changbin rumbled, and you tried not to roll your eyes at your husband. 

“I was really upset earlier,” you said. “When I couldn’t find you.”

“That’s my fault, princess,” Changbin said. “I didn’t know you would wake-up so soon....and there were things I needed to take care of.”

You sighed, closing your eyes hard against a distant image of your mind conjuring the bloodied and ruined form of your captor. “Did you find out who he belonged to?”

“Yeah, a small organization under Park,” Changbin said. “He was more than willing to talk after I took one of his fingers.”

Your heart twisted at his nonchalant tone. “I guess you silenced him.”

Changbin hesitated, pausing to look at you with concern. “Are you mad at me?”

“Just...disappointed,” you said. “I couldn’t hold myself together.”

“It would’ve torn me apart,” Changbin replied. “If I let him go without making him suffer for touching my princess.”

You closed your eyes, feeling Changbin trail his fingers across your arm. “But you’re here now?”

“Of course,” Changbin agreed, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I’m yours, love. For as long as you need me to hold you.”

“Might be all night,” you said, moving up to kiss under his jaw. “I need you in a lot of ways.”

Changbin chuckled at your implications, leaving nothing to be imagined as you grazed one finger over the front of his sweatpants where his cock lay flaccid. He titled your chin at a better angle, a glaze of lust darkening his eyes. “When you feel better,” he purred. “I’ll take care of your little pussy.”

You shook at his seductive promise, curling even closer to him as Changbin’s thudding heart lulled you into a comfortable peace.

[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

[wornoutmouse]

@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

 If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff. 

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?" 

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing. 

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

 The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging. 

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat. 

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went  "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that.  Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way." 

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room. 

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening. 

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge. 

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l  rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants. 

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.” 

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch. 

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!" 

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot,  "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways. 

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good.  The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes.  Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard.  "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that." 

He bowed his head and rested on your back,  kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass  before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed. 

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out. 

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read. 

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow 

[orbitvenus]

this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗

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❆ Day 10 of our 12 Days of XXXmas Collab 

❆ Summary: Tomura has a special gift for you and you’re so excited to find out what it is. You think it’s some delicious jello just for you to enjoy but it’s not in the way you think. Tomura wants to feed your coochie right.

❆WC: 1.4k

❆Contains: gelatin eggs, some egg laying, teasing

❆TW: being stuffed with eggs

Anon wanted some gelatin eggs shoved inside by Shiggy and it’s finally here!

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On this cold December night, you awaited for your special gift from your one and only Tomura. To your surprise, he actually promised to give you something this year. You weren’t sure what to expect from the King of Villains himself. Maybe it was the one thing you always wanted? No matter, you were brimming with joy for his gift. Under the warm covers, you sat patiently for him to enter the room.

Thump thump thump

The sound of footsteps rushed through your ears. Heat rose in your cheeks as you shuffled to sit up with an excited smile.

“Close your eyes now player two if you want your surprise,” Tomura purred. With a sigh, you closed them. “Ok, they’re closed.”

The door creaked as your spine tingled, hearing the crescendo in his footsteps.You could feel his wide smile focused on you even from across the room.

“Good girl. Keep them closed just like that.”

Suddenly, the room became warmer...until a rush of cold swept over you. “H-hey! I was cold…,” you grumbled. The blanket covering you was now gone. His steps stopped as a few things were dropped on the bed followed by the mattress bowing in front of you, causing your body to lightly bounce. “You won’t be needing the blanket when I’m done with you.”

Your spine tingled once more. Warmth pooled in your abdomen as your pussy twitched at the simple phrase.

The room was silent, except for the sounds of soft breathing and the low clicks from in front of you. ‘Is that noise coming from your surprise gift? Just what was it?’ you pondered for a few minutes. You figured Tomura as someone who would give an unconventional gift or something of the likes. He was taking longer to get ready than you thought. “U-um Tomura,” you made a brief pause and sighed, “can I open my eyes?” The anticipation only made you ever the more impatient.

“Not yet. Just have to take these off you first.” 

“Ah!” Something cold slipped under your waistband when a sudden rush of air hit your legs and pussy. It was his hand...and he had destroyed one of your favorite pairs of panties...again. “Tomura...why did you do that?” you pouted.

Tomura couldn’t help but giggle, “well since you were growing impatient, I thought I’d speed things up a bit. Now you can open your eyes.”

You slowly opened them and stared in shock and confusion at the contents in front of you. He actually made something for you.

There sat ten gelatin eggs of red and green in a jello mold fresh from the fridge. Each one was the same size as the eggs you purchased from the store. Directly next to the eggs was a bottle of lube. An odd placement of sorts. Well, it looks like it’s gonna be a long night of fucking with some jello to snack on.

“You made these?!" You looked up at him with sparkling eyes. He simply smiled and nodded. "Awww thank you Tomura!” you reached out to grab the gelatin when three fingers grasped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. Your brows furrowed, confused once more.

“I didn’t make those for you to put in your mouth player two,” he snickered as he grabbed an egg and the bottle of lube, “these are going in your niiiiice warm pussy.”

You stared, flabbergasted. "Wait...what?! Those are going in...in my—"

Lube squeezed onto the egg with a squelch as Tomura rubbed it around. He met your gaze, amused at your cluelessness turned to a surprise. A smirk spread across his face; his body leaning in with the squishy egg in hand. "Heheh, you heard me. I saw it in a hentai recently," the cold gelatin grazed your clit as he began tracing your folds with it. His smirk widening with every noise escaping your lips as he continued, "the girl laid helpless, moaning with every single egg was being shoved inside her until they popped out when she came."

The contrast of the cold gelatin against your sensitive pussy made it difficult to concentrate on him talking. Hearing that they pop out of the girl when she came...but what if you didn't? Could they get stuck? A low sigh snapped you out of your thoughts.

"I know that look on your face player 2. Don't worry. If they get stuck, they'll just have to stay in you until they melt."

Before you could muster a sound, something cold, squishy and wet pushed slowly inside your pussy. Shivers jolted through your body as goosebumps rose to your skin's surface. A soft cry left your lips in shock. The egg massaged your walls the deeper it went, pink flesh accommodating around it in its wake. You remembered seeing ten of them in the cartons....only nine more to go…

In and out his fingers went in a steady rhythm leaving a stark contrast of temperature from the gelatin. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Breathy moans fell from your lips as you shuddered in delight. The faint rhythmic squelching filled the room, being lulled into a lust induced haze.

“Looks like you’re starting to enjoy it. Hmmm...” Tomura slid his fingers out, now poking your swollen bud, relishing in your sweet cries. “I’d say, you’re ready for more!” He gave you a manic laugh, prepping the next egg. “In we go now.”

"T-Tomura, wait I’m not–" your breath hitched with another cold, squishy egg prodding at your entrance.

He counted as each one was pushed into you; one, two, three, four....each number, a record, a goal to him.  His wide eyes and laughter piercing your ears.

Each one pushed and rubbed your fleshy walls, sliding deeper and deeper the more he squeezed inside. One by one, they went in. The ever tightening of your fleshy insides only made Tomura push harder, increasing the constant friction. Your eyes shot open as you cried out. The first one finally kissing your cervix sent shivers throughout your whole being. So full, so delightfully numb. It made your eyes water with a sigh of content.

"You liked that didn't you? Oh but we're not done yet. I want to see how many I can stuff before you break."

"N-no Tomura...n-no more! I-I can't...it's too much!" No matter how much you begged and pleaded, it never reached his ears. Oh no. It never would.

"It's only the last one. Just take it like a good girl unless...you want me to wear my special hoodie every time we go out."

Special hoodie? That would only mean....his cum stained ahegao hoodie that he always wears when he's gaming...still crusted with cum from the last time he used it.... You whimpered in defeat, shifting your gaze away from him with a pout, “f-fiiiine….just...just do it…AAAAH!!!–”

Your whole being jolted, shuddering in a string of cries. The last cold, squishy gelatin squeezing its way past your opening. Tears fell from your eyes. Every minute shift, every press, where cold and warm met, it set your loins ablaze.

Squelch, squish, squelch, squish

The sounds of the egg doing what it could to shove its way in; the others shifting, making room. Low, frustrated grunting swept past your ears. “Come on...just one more...you can take it…”

“F-FUCK!”

A loud pop and it was in. All ten. From your cervix to your entrance barely holding all the eggs in, you were filled up with ten gelatin eggs. Tomura stared in amazement and pride, watching your hole quivering, trying to keep them all in.

The bed caved as he shifted now looming over you, leaning down towards your face. “That’s my good player 2. You took them in so well,” he hummed and nibbled your neck.

You moaned in surprise once more. His thumb and index finger rolling your sensitive clit around again. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, gripping the sheets. The numbness intensified as the jolts of pleasure only increased. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

With one last tug of your clit, your eyes shot open with the loudest cry you could muster. One by one, the eggs popped out of you, leaving a trail of fluids between your thighs wherever they laid.

Once so full, now so empty.

You collapsed on the bed, engulfed by the mattress, catching your breath in the afterglow.

Tomura cupped your left cheek and ran his other hand through your hair, never looking more joyful in his life. “Did you enjoy your present, my player 2?”

Eyes half-lidded, you give him a soft smile, “mmm...yeah...it wasn’t what I expected but...I enjoyed it,” you rasped.

“Heh, well, that was only the stocking stuffer. The real present comes later.”

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I'm obsessed with Mistakes, and now with the idea that Tommy will visit Alfie's dungeon roleplaying as a client. I absolutely need a fic about that incredibly hot situation right away, because I can't get it off my mind. (Your writing is amazing, thank you so much.)

Okay, I've had enough of today, so here you go. Set a couple of years in the future. Have some escapist, procrastinating, smut. Because I love the idea that right now, Tommy and Alfie are living their best life in their castle in Ireland.

Tommy is the manager (of course) but every now and then Alfie likes to remind him that he's not always in charge. And this week Tommy's been particularly grumpy and foul tempered. Deep down  he's trying to get a rise out of Alfie, smart-talk him into a sharp spanking or a rough fuck. But Alfie seems determined not to play ball.

Instead he makes Tommy wait tables in the restaurant. "I know you think it's beneath you, darling, but Luan's off tonight and we're short-staffed and it'll teach you some humility. Tommy agrees. Reluctantly.  Determines to be as  grim faced and petulant as he can be, serving with just about enough manners to keep up appearances but not enough that Alfie'll make the mistake of asking him to do this again.

Only Alfie's clearly watching. Tommy knows this for a fact because every time he does something wrong — answers a diner's question too curtly or removes the wrong cutlery — Alfie hauls him into the walk-in freezer for a short, sharp reminder of who's in charge.

"It's my fucking hotel. I'm in charge," Tommy says.

"Not in the restaurant, Sweetie. Restaurant's my domain, innit? So bend over, there's a good boy, you got Table 6's order wrong."

By the time they're half way through service Tommy's arse is bright red and the titillation of the initial pain is tipping over into something darker. It's hard to keep the noises down when Alfie delivers a particularly vicious flurry of swats and asks him why the fuck he started playing with fire if he didn't want to get burned. He's shoved roughly out of the cold-room before he's had a chance to catch his breath.

The guy at Table 9 is watching him too closely, there's a smile hidden behind his lips as he places his order. Maybe because Tommy stumbled out of the kitchen, or his eyes look a little glazed, whatever weakness he's inadvertently shown, this bloke seems determined to exploit.

"Is he working you too hard?" the guy asks when Tommy returns to his table. "You look a little flustered."

Rude bastard, Tommy thinks. Who does he think he is? Although he has to admit he's good-looking. In that public-school boy kind of way.

"Here's your soup," Tommy snaps.

The guy looks down at it and back up at Tommy and leans back in his chair. "This is wrong," he says bluntly.

"Wrong how?" Tommy asks. It's not wrong, he's bloody sure of it. 

"I ordered the tart," the customer says.

"There isn't a tart on the—" Alfie cuts him short, appearing out of nowhere with a hand on Tommy's shoulder. 

"I'm terribly sorry, sir," he says, in a tone more gracious than Tommy's ever heard from Alfie's lips before, "We'll get that changed right away for you. Won't we, Tommy?"

Tommy's eyes dart between them, but Alfie growls, "Tommy," so darkly that he decides to let it drop, follows Alfie back to the kitchen.

He gets another six in the freezer. Alfie's brought his loop with him — a doubled length of flex that's perfect for delivering a frightful sting with barely any noise. No one can hear the thwip of it beyond the clanging and clattering in the kitchen (although if Tommy doesn't bite his tongue, they'll hear the sounds he makes).

This continues throughout the evening. Alfie's liberal with his punishments and Tommy's bratty in return, desperate for service to be over. If he keeps up just the right amount of insolence he should get the end he wants to the evening: Alfie pinning him down and fucking him. Hard. Not letting him escape.

Luckily, it's a Tuesday night so the restaurant is relatively empty. There's only one couple left, as well as the prick from Table 9. He seems to have noticed something's up, which is hardly surprising given Tommy's arse is fucking agony now, and he's tired, and livid with Alfie, and increasingly unsure whether his little plan's going to work.

Alfie seems genuinely pissed with him, and Table 9 is doing his utmost to get on Tommy's nerves.  He's criticised everything Tommy's done, tutted when plates were cleared too loudly, sent back the perfectly drinkable wine, even fabricated a hair in his chocolate mousse. (Well, maybe not fabricated, Tommy may have put it there deliberately). 

He smiles sarcastically as he hands the guy his espresso. Fucking public school wanker. 

"You know that's very off-putting. The way you're sniffing," he says in reply.

Tommy feels his face flash hot; his nose is running slightly, but Alfie thrust him out so fast after using the loop again that he didn't even get a chance to wipe his face on his sleeve. He does it now, feeling ridiculous, like an errant schoolboy.

"It's a shame you can't control your temper," the smarmy fuck goes on. "It was otherwise a very nice meal."

Tommy clenches his jaw so hard his teeth creak. He can’t actually insult a customer. Alfie'll kill him; he's worked too hard at building a reputation for this restaurant. 

"I'm a food critic, you know," he adds, fiddling with his napkin.

 Tommy's face drains of heat so fast he feels a little he's back in the cold-room, cheek pressed against frozen cardboard as Alfie flays his arse. Fuck. He's chosen the wrong night to be a brat.

"I'd like to speak to the chef," the man says.

Tommy clears his throat but doesn't move. He needs some sort of plan, which normally he could come up with, but not tonight it seems. He can feel his trousers rubbing the welts. Feel panic filling his chest, he's suddenly so fucking tired he could just lay down on this floor.  How is he going to tell Alfie?

"It's a shame, because the food was really very good. Excellent, in fact. Your chef is a talented man."

Oh fuck. Tommy digs his nails in his palms and feels the back of his eyes sting. 

It's the service that I found wanting."

"My apologies," Tommy grits out.

"I'd like to speak to him please. Your chef."

Tommy feels glued to the spot.

"Go and fetch him then," the guy says, with a condescending wave of his hand. Tommy hates him. Fucking hates him. Tommy fucking hates himself.

The last diners have left when Tommy returns with Alfie. Table 9 is still sipping his tiny coffee. He proceeds to lambast Alfie about the crude and surly service, listing every pout Tommy threw his way and every clumsy movement. He doesn't hold back, is mean and condescending and secretly, Tommy is waiting for Alfie to come to his defense, tell this prick to lay off, that's enough.  But he doesn't.

"It's a shame, it really is," Table 9 says. "I was hoping to help you along with a glowing review. Support a growing business, you know."

And that's when Alfie glares at Tommy in a way that sends shivers down his spine. Not the good kind, either, the kind that make him feel two inches tall. Alfie turns to the customer in that syrupy voice from earlier. "My most sincere apologies, sir. You have to forgive my new waiter, he's not yet fully trained. Has a lot to learn, it seems."

"Hmmm," the diner says thoughtfully, staring at his plate. "Well, I might be able to see my way to overlooking this. Provided he's appropriately dealt with."

Alfie folds his arms across his chest and widens his feet. "Appropriately dealt with?" he repeats.

"Yes. Schooled in his indiscretions and made to show some genuine contrition."

"Contrition?" Alfie repeats, raising one eyebrow at Tommy.

"I've said I'm fucking sorry," Tommy starts but then the penny drops. Finally. He's been such a fucking fool.

"Room 109. Five minutes," Table 9 says. "Let's see how sorry he can be."

Tommy's about to open his mouth to protest, but Alfie's already grabbed him by the ear and is walking him towards the staircase. His stomach plummets, his hands sweat, but there's a corresponding surge of adrenaline, a collision of desire and fear that makes his heart hammer in his chest.

"If you know what's good for you darling," Alfie whispers, "you'll do as you're fucking well told".

And Tommy does. For the next two hours, whilst the customer — James, but you can call me Sir — watches. Contrition isn't all Tommy feels as Alfie leads him to a spanking bench positioned at the end of James' bed. "You'll note it's a proper one darling," Alfie coos, "padded for your knees. Although it's your poor arse I'd be more worried about."

James makes a sympathetic clucking noise and leans down to stroke Tommy's hair.  Alfie straps Tommy's knees in place. And his ankles ... wrists ... waist. And even as Tommy fights him, snarls curses and spits at the floor, he knows he's not going to safe word out (what he's less sure of is why, why he's going to let that fucker watch Alfie go to town on his welted arse). Self-righteous, posh bloody streak of piss with his smarmy eyes and condescending lips and … fuck … they're soft those lips... brushing his own. Tommy gasps. James noses at his face, strokes fingers through his hair, eyes twinkling with a mixture of sympathy and delight as Alfie lays into Tommy with his hand. Then his belt. Then a slipper.

"You never told me he was so pretty," James says, kissing Tommy's forehead. Tommy screws his eyes shut. He hates this.

"To be fair, I absolutely did," Alfie says, taking Tommy by surprise with a bite to his thigh. 

"Well. I didn't believe you," James says. 

"S'your problem, mate."

"Bet he looks even prettier when he's crying," James says with a smile. "Bet you look fucking beautiful, Tommy, letting everything spill out."

Tommy jerks against the restraints, furious and mortified and ... turned on.

"Can I make him cry, just a little?" James asks. He's clearly talking to Alfie, but he's fondling Tommy's ear, tracing the shell with his fingertips. His hands are large but soft. And gentle.

Alfie laughs. "You can fucking try, mate," and wallops Tommy again.

"I  think he's beginning to see the error of his ways, aren't you, Tommy?" James says. "Perhaps I could overlook the fact he served the wrong starter."

Tommy glares at James, no idea why he's even bothering to argue, when it's all a fucking charade, an excuse for Alfie to humiliate him. "I didn't serve the wrong—"

The word disappears in a shriek, Alfie's brought back that damned fucking loop.

"Maybe," Alfie agrees, but he doesn't relent. He whips Tommy till he's gasping, till he can feel his cheeks tight with swelling. 

Then he drops it and starts to stroke Tommy's back, just as James keeps stroking his hair. And kissing his face. And then kissing his lips. His tongue. And then Alfie's tongue is lapping his hole and everything is too hot and too much and hurts and doesn't and the voices are saying he's beautiful, he's done so well, and he can't breathe … the air's going in but not out and everything feels wet and James is smiling at him and smiling at Alfie and saying, "see? I told you he could." 

And Tommy lets himself be stroked. Kissed. Carried onto the bed. And he lets the tears be wiped away and he says, "I'm sorry, sir." And he is. So fucking sorry. And it feels good.

[secretaryunpaid]

Prompt list I think its fluff number 20 “i’m not playing truth or dare.” can't wait to read 😘

Thank you for the ask, @pixie88 !!! 

(Giving myself a pep talk in advance, lol)

Hmmm... fluff... okay, you're gonna make me a fluff writer yet, lol... let's do this...

Pairing: Dahlia & Samuel Dalton

Rating: General

Word Count: 1615 approximately

It was going to be an exciting evening, or so she had hoped. Vivian came for the twins and it was just Sam and Dahlia for the weekend! Sam phoned to tell her to get dressed and that he was on his way home.

We all know where Dahlia's mind went... she was so excited she hurried to dress and put on some hype music to boost her energy... Feeling herself in her daisy yellow halter top and skorts, she did a little dance through the room., while lip syncing the lyrics to Wild Thoughts by Rihanna & Bryson Tiller... 

She enters the kitchen to prepare a charcuterie board and other ingredients, she figured on maybe some light eating and a movie in their private home theater room... but really not taking in the movie... She would invade his man cave, and he wouldn’t regret letting her in...

Looking down at the sound of her phone’s notification, she sees the message from Sam saying that he was in the parking garage and would be up soon. Her excitement builds, and she hurries to pour them drinks. Maybe they could finish the night with a rooftop swim... but she didn’t want to jump ahead of herself... she’d need to determine Sam’s energy level after his long hours of work.

She hears the elevator chime and rushes to greet him, handing him his first drink of the night. “Welcome home, baby... I’ve missed you!” Planting a soft kiss on her lips, he takes the drink before intertwining their fingers, leading her back inside.

“You’re in a great mood! And this yellow... Mhmm! Do a spin for me...” 

She spins slowly so that he can take in his eye’s content before teasing, “I thought we could play a little ‘Driving Miss Daisy” tonight... See what I did there? You know, cause I’m in yellow...” Realizing the insinuation has gone overhead, “Yellow... like daisies...”

Sam finally catches on, realizing that she isn’t asking him to chaufer her anywhere, but instead drive her in the way she enjoys most.

They reach the dining table where she has the charcuterie board set, and Sam kisses her temple, “You were really excited about this evening weren’t you? Looks like enough for everyone.”

Dahlia’s happy face turns puzzled... “Everybody? Isn’t ‘everybody’ already here?”

He kisses her again answering, “Well... I thought I would try something new tonight... so I invited a few guests over... for a game night.”

“Has someone snatched my real husband? Game night with guests? Color me very surprised!... But I got all cute for you, I set up the man cave for a movie night, thinking we could finish with a late night swim...”

“I’ll still have all the energy you need from me, but... “ He kisses her teasingly as he tickles her, “We’ll have company, and your plans sound like we need to wrap things up quickly... So we need to plan this just right... I’m not trying to disappoint my lady in any way.”

Before you even get started, “I’m not playing truth or dare.”

Sam chuckles, asking her why not. “Come on... how bad can it get? ... Don’t I know everything I need to know ... or every dark or dirty thing that you’ve ever done?”

Dahlia smiles through the question, internally screaming... He can never know the full truth... He wouldn’t want to ever lay eyes on me again... “Why not pictionary or even ... ugggh... monopoly?”

“What have you got against monopoly?,” he laughs.

“Only never being able to keep anything that I buy, and going to jail...it’s like that’s the only home that I get to keep!”

Sam laughs questioningly with a huff, “Home?... You’re referring to jail  as home?”

“Well... it takes FOR-ever to get out of... if I even do... so... Yeah!!!”

“Okay... so what can I do to convince you on “Truth or Dare”? Cause it’s one of my favorites other than “Never Have I Ever”... Oh, we could-”

“Oh, HELL NO! Not that game either,” she stresses, shaking her head adamantly...

His eyes alight with intrigue he pleads to have his way. “Please... I won’t make you run through Central Park in your birthday suit...” Kissing her neck, he laughs... “Just through the lobby, see ... easy.”

Playfully shoving him away, she laughs. “See, this is why! This is why I won’t play truth or dare with you!”

“Well, it’s game night... Those are my picks... Tell me yours and we will find a way to choose,” he says, coming up behind her, locking her in his embrace, figuring if he gets her ‘motivated’ she will let him have his way.

“Well...I do have some dirty dice... We could get a bucket of ice... I can...” Reaching to whisper against his ear, she teases of the many naughty things that could be done... IF... if he’d call off inviting the others, that is...

Robin and Jenny are coming over... plus, I invited a few more couples to come over...” Raising a brow as he confesses, Sam waits for Dahlia’s reaction. “Really !!!! This is so unlike you... It’s usually just us and the kids... and your mom occasionally ... What’s changed?... Wait... Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?,” giving Sam a sideways glance before grinning, her beautiful smile warming his heart.

“I started seeing a therapist again.”

Her expression sharply changed from playful to deeply concerned. Her heart sank, wondering if he was having second thoughts about their marriage, but felt he couldn’t talk to her about it... “A therapist ?!!!? But.. why?”

“I was starting to have panic attacks... I didn’t want to distract you from your “skinsulate” development and  trials. I know how important that has been to you. I’m proud that you are making such headway with it... I won’t take from that with my drama.”

“Is that the truth? It’s not... being married to me is it?” Hesitant to make eye contact, wringing her hands together, attempting to brace herself for heartache. “But you can always talk to me, love... about anything... I don’t judge or react unless you are confessing to cheating on me... then it’s an open forum other than that. You know me, Sam...,” peering into his eyes, searching for truth...

“Well, maybe we can {kiss}... talk {kiss}... more about it later {deeper kiss, his hands now probing under the hem of her skorts }... cause...” He begins to pull away, “Company has just arrived... I just heard the elevator chime...”

Heated and now left hanging, Dahlia groans in frustration, but pulls him back for a final kiss before he goes to greet them. “Husband... we are finishing this later!,” she calls after him.

Jenny comes in first, making her way to Dahlia, hugging her tightly before leaning to wave the bottle of Duce, “Let’s start this game night right! Where are the glasses?” 

  Next Robin comes in, followed by the other couples... He teases Sam, “You must be a fool in love... the great recluse is now hosting game nights in his home ???” Then his eyes land on Jenny, who immediately blushes at the memory of their wild night together.

The other couples show off the things they brought for tonight, asking which games they’ll be playing collectively, sounding like a room of overly excited grade school children. Robin exclaims confidently, “Truth or Dare... All night, baby !!!”

The group shows mixed emotions, but the majority sing out together,

“I’m not playing truth or dare!”

Each in turn explaining the awful dares and mind blowing truths revealed in past games, as Dahlia and Jenny finally join them with a tray of drinks for everyone. “What’d we miss?,” she asks as she introduces herself to the couples she doesn’t know. 

Robin reminds Sam of the dare he had from a time they played before... He had to rap his infomercial for their upcoming project... Mason, Sr was pissed, because it was being recorded live...

Sam rubs the memory and embarrassment from his face although the can’t help but laugh over the expression on their parent’s faces ... along with key investors for the project.. “I wasn’t going to let you hold that over my head Robin... I had to do it! It took me weeks of apologies and ass kissing to fix that  situation... And it even forced me to ... ahem... perform outside of the norm...”

Robin continues to blast Sam’s dares, telling of the he dared Sam to wear a disguise and pretend to be an assistance of Robin’s that had Tourette Syndrome, constantly blurting out “R-R-Robin’s the the the the ... Eeek!(high pitched) M-Man!” Everyone turns to Sam before snapping their heads back to Robin, who simply throws his hands up. 

“No disrespect to the disabled... just knocking Sammy down a peg or two or fifty,” he laughs,”Being Mr. Perfect and “can do no wrong” in everyone’s eyes...he deserved it... Can’t handle the consequence, don’t play the game...,” he says callously, shrugging through his continued laughter. “Show ‘em the tick Sam... go ahead!” Robin is near breathless and in tears...

Dahlia swats Sam’s shoulder, shocked that he would do such a thing. “Yet, you still insist on this for game night?... Oh, I didn’t miss the first dare mentioned either... we will be discussing those performances later once everyone has left, Mr. Dalton,” she smirks knowingly.

Robin finally yells over, “So Dahlia... We’re playing-”

“I’m not playing Truth or Dare! Pack it in Robin!!! ” 

Everyone laughs, and continues discussing what will be played while eating, enjoying the hell out of the stories told and taunting each other. Dahlia makes her way over to Sam, whispering softly against his ear, “Still not playing, but ... I dare you to slip off for a quickie to hold me over til later!”

“Umm, guys, I think we ran out of ... ICE, we’ll be right back!,” Sam yells out to the group as he’s dragging Dahlia from the room. Everyone looks puzzled, except for Jenny and Robin, looking towards the large tub of ice on the table next to the bottles of champagne. 

Robin makes his way over to stand next to Jenny, giving her a smoldering look before asking, “Truth or Dare?” ...

~~~~~ @pixie88, It’s not smut, but... ~~~~~

I just may learn this fluff writing thing, yet...

[sharksa-shivers]

idk if i posted this one before but whatever lol, if i did, you get it again

(alas, my memory shit, i am sorry...Anyway lol) ---------------

(Sharky having to ask OH for cash on the phone, all 3 of em are broke)

Orange Hair:(answering her phone, we see the screen split so we can see both Sharky and Orange talking, Orange working with some chemicals and Sharky leaning up against a building, him just walking around as they talk)Hello?

Sharky:(obviously having to work up a bit of nerve, we can see he's obviously kind of anxious about this)Heyyyyyy, uh…So…I'm just gonna cut to it and not waste your time and blah blah blah, uh…Look, can i have like…500 bucks? Please?

Orange:(raises an eyebrow)500? What for?

Sharky:(anxious, trying to keep it cool and together)Uh, gas money, food money, hotel money, supplies like bullets and stuff…Uhhh, very not cheap stuff that we need andddd collectively all 3 of us together have…(pulls money out of jacket pocket)…12 dollars and 67 cents…and yknowwwww, kinda got like another day of travel ahead andddddd-

Orange:(we see her think for a moment before she just…turns this shit on its head)Hmmm……….Yeah- uhhhhhh…No.

Sharky:(he sits a moment)…..What? No?

Orange:(repeats)No. Nope. Non. Nien. Nada. Natu. No. What? You didn't hear me?

Sharky:(we just see him kind of snap a small bit)I…….Orange, i…We really need money!!!!

Orange:(working with her chemicals, writing down info)Ok…….The answer is still no.

Sharky:(nerves snapping mentally continues, getting kind of pissed and frustrated)Literally why?????? You're a multi-millionaire!!!! $500 is pennies for you!!!!!!

Orange:(unphased by his frustration)Pretty simple, gotta learn to deal with problems like this sooner or later, especially when it comes to demon fighting. You have any idea how many times i've had demons steal my cash and leave me fucked? It's gonna happen sooner or later and you 3 are gonna have to know how to deal with it. Life's fucking rough, it's how it is.

Sharky:(breaking)We literally do not have money for a place to sleep or food!!!! We have 12 fuckin dollars!!!!!

Orange:(unphased still)You got a car and i'm sure you 3 can figure out some resource for food…You're all very smart, you can do this very easily, i've seen the shit Max alone can do.

Sharky:(freaking out)Do you have any idea the amount of danger this puts us in???? Like…Any idea at all????

Orange:(stares blankly)Uhhh, yes? Very much so. Yes. Mmhmmm…If it gets too deadly or whatever, i'll bail you guys out butttttt since it's not there yet, seems like perfect survival experience time here to me…

Sharky:(he just kinda sits there in disbelief)………

Orange:(annoyed)You done yet? Can i get back to my work now?

Sharky:(he just kind of falters and accepts the answer, knowing he can't fight her)…….Yeah, guess i'm done…

Orange:(picking up her phone)Excellent, excellent…You 3 stay safe out there, don't come home dead please.

Sharky:(annoyed as fuck, freaking out)Yeah, sure, i'll try…

Orange:(finger on the button)Alrighty then, goodbye…

(We see her cut the line and Sharky's just there staring at his phone…We see him mutter "Shit!" Under his breath and then we cut back to Max and Kristy chilling in the car…) Kristy:(boredly messing with her hair)…You think maybe like…I dunno, i could go for a different style by now or?

Max:(on his phone, rapidly typing)Uhhhh, maybe!!! That's kinda up to you, i don't really know much about human hairstyles and whatnot…

Kristy:(looking at herself in the visor mirror)Like…I like this being shoulder length and sometimes i wanna cut it but if i don't like it, then i have to wait like…a few months for it to grow out again so like…

(Sharky opens his door and flops into the drivers seat, frustrated)

Sharky:(stressed as fuck)God…FUCKIN damnit…Fuck…

Kristy:(concerned)Wait, what happened?

Max:(looking up, texting)Is OH gonna be making this a pain in the ass again?

Sharky:(nods)YEP, SHE SURE IS!!!! She said she isn't gonna give us anything, she wants US to survive on our own, fucking…Fuck!!!!

Kristy:(eyes widen)What???

Max:(just kinda stares, he seems kind of unphased but he wasn't expecting this exactly)…Welp…

Kristy:(confused)Literally how and why???? Wait, what???? She has so much cash, she literally wouldn't even miss it!!!!!

Sharky:(Leans back, mentally tired)She pushed it basically as "this is part of the job!" Kinda shit, i tried going at it from that angle, didn't do shit.

Max:(annoyed, texting, looks up)Gonna just ask, does uhhhh, does Orange know that when people say "eat the rich" that DOES INCLUDE her or? Cuz uhhhh, i'm just saying, she's making that sound quite tempting and uhhhhh…I wouldn't hesitate…

Kristy:(just looks back at Max, gives him a weird look)……What?

Max:(smirks)You heard me.

Sharky:(frustrated)Look, doesn't matter, she's not gonna fucking help, we have to figure out something else to do…

Kristy:(thinking, she perks up)Wait, we could ask Nucleo!!!

Max:(typing on his phone)I got him on speed dial, hold up…

Sharky:(just gazes over)No, God, don't be bothering Nucleo okay???

Max:(confused)Why not? He helped us last time.

Kristy:(remembering)He did but…Wait, Orange also got onto him for that, uhhh…I…Don't wanna get him in trouble again…

Max:(amused)Nucleo legit daydreams about Orange punching and kicking him in the face, it'd be fine. It's his like…Kink or whatever…

Sharky:(getting more annoyed)No!!! It's not fine!!! Just!!!! (Trying to calm down, let's out a big breath)Let's just…Try and figure out a way to deal with this that doesn't involve dragging other people into this okay????

Max:(on his shit)Capitalism literally cannot exist without you dragging othe-

Sharky:(snapping again)I KNOW ABOUT CAPITALISM BEING SHIT MAX, HOLY FUCK, CAN YOU BOTH JUST STOP FOR 5 SECONDS???? LOVE OF POSEIDON!!!!!!!

[lia-the-potato05]

Ler Mood

Reader (Ler) x Jimin (Lee)

Description: In which you're in Ler mood and you wanted to tickle Jimin

Author: This is my first ever tickle fic🙈 I felt nervous as f*ck, debating wether it was a good idea to post this or not but eventually I did😐. Anyways Im still new to writing so please excuse all the errors here I feel lazy to edit them😂 so other than that uhm I hope you enjoy😬

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You're just not feeling it today. You sat on the couch boredom taking over your system making you feel like exploding. What's worse is that you're in Ler mood right now and you have this dying urge to tickle someone. But alas its just you alone in your apartment.

You let out a small whine as you slid down your couch slowly making your way to the cold tiled floor

*Knock Knock* Your eyes lit up when you knew someone was outside. I wonder who it is. You stood up and made your way to door, opening it to find out that it was your good ol friend Jimin.

"Jimin! It's nice to see you come in" You smiled gesturing the male to enter inside

"Thanks, It's nice to see you too, I brought some popcorn wanna binge watch some movies?"

"Hell yeah!"

And just like that both you and Jimin spent the last few hours watching movie. There are instances wherein you'd forget your in ler mood but it was still there and you'd be reminded of it from time to time.

You'd be looking at Jimin from time to time wondering if he is ticklish. The curiosity in you made you tempted to attack him with tickles at any moment. But... For some reason you felt to embarrass or scared to do it

"Y/N?" Jimin's voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts. You turned your head to him responding with a hum "You good? You look so uneasy for some reason, wanna check and see if you're ok"

You let out a sigh, you can't f*cking take it anymore. You turned your entire body facing the male with a deadass serious face. "Jimin..." You started off

"Y-yeh?" The male stuttered. He was confused for a sec, wondering why your suddenly like this

"How well can you handle tickles?" You asked, crossing your arms. Your question took Jimin by surprise

"I- uh... Not so well I guess, I'm real ticklish w-why?" Jimin scratch his nape. You suddenly smirked at him

"Good" You then tackled the male to the couch without him being able to react in time. With your swift hands you grabbed a thin rope and bind his hands together securing them above his head.

Jimin looked at you in horror. All weird thoughts consuming his minds. Knowing exactly what assumptions his making you spoke up

"Chill...I'm not doing any of that shet, I'm just simply wanting to satisfy my needs, not just how you think of it" Jimin looked at you in pure confusion "You'll see" You smiled sweetly at him

Without wasting time you decided to go easy on him first. "Boop" You said as you poked his sides

"Y-Y/N" He giggled "What are you doing?"

"What else you think I'm doing" You look at him innocently before poking his sides again. Jimin giggled again amd that's when you started poking both his sides fastly

"Y/N! Hahahahaha stohohohop thahahahat!" Jimin's giggles were getting louder

"Your laugh is too cute why should I?" You began scratching his sides as you started moving your fingers all over his tummy.

"Nohohohohohoho!" Jimin's eye smile started to display as he shook his head side to side wiggling under your weight.

"Yes~" You teased. After a minute or so you stopped giving him time to breath.

"Why are you so cute?"

"I'm not!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, let's continue now shall we?" You clapped your hands with a smile. You then reached into your pocket pulling out a  cute small feather.

A smirk was on your face as you slowly lift up Jimin's shirt. Slowly you dragged the feather around his cute tummy drawing patterns. Once again he burst out into cute lil giggles. "Y/N! hahahahahaha"

"Does this tickle? Is wittle Jiminie ticklish? Coochi coochi coo~" You teased him. Making him a blush as giggles continue spilling out of his mouth.

If you were wondering what's Jimin thinking about at the moment or how his feeling, strangely he was enjoying it. He wasn't a fond of being tickled, but you, you made tickling feel different to him. Like he wanted more of your attention as you do this to him.

"You're belly button looks cute too I wonder what will happen if I-" You then started placing the tip of the feather on his belly button then started swirling it around the area "Do this".

Jimin had a bright smile on his face, his giggles filling inside the room as you witness floods of tears escaping his eyes.

After minutes you gave him another break. The boy was already a sweaty mess, panting, tears at the corner of his eyes and his face so close to a tomato.

"Now now Y/N you had your fun, you can untie me now"

"C'mon don't act like you don't enjoyed it"

"I- uh..." Jimin started blushing. He got caught off guard when you face was suddenly so close to his.

"So you enjoyed it didn't you?" You smirked, finding his flustered state utterly adorable "Now tell me Jimin... Where is your worst spot?" You asked

"I-...I'm not telling!"

"Feeling a little bratty ey...Fine don't tell me, I'll just have to find out myself then" Jimin gulped, What did i get myself into?

"Now where should I start? I've already seen your sides and tummy, I doubt your feet is ticklish seen Hobi done that before, Hmmmm what about" You started going for his thighs giving it a couple of squeezes making him giggle.

"Nyahahahahahahaha"

"Well... Its something but not the reaction I was hoping" You stopped going for his thighs as you then went to his ribs. Using your thumbs to rub it against every rib, aswell as wiggling your fingers in between each rib

"Y/N!" He screeched

"Hmmm not quite" You pouted as you stopped tickling him. Suddenly a memory hit you "Ah I remember now" You smirked

Your eyes suddenly diverted to his underarms. "I remember you mentioning it in front of Hobi once how could I forget?" You face palmed

Jimin taking in what you said suddenly felt nervous. "Y-Y/N? What are you talking about?"

"You'll see...this is what happens for not telling me" You pulled his shirt up until his underarms were exposed enough for you to attack. "But I'd find out one way or another" You attack his pits wiggling your fingers fastly on the flesh, receiving the reaction you were hoping to get

"Y/N! NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEREEE PLEHEHEHEASSEEE" Jimin squealed, his laugh got louder as he squeezed his eyes shut , hands balled up into a fist, arms harshly tugging on the rope and his head going side to side. He couldn't escape this torture and he had no choice but to endure it. But he was enjoying himself anyways

"Tickle tickle tickle Jimin~ Your so cute~ You like being tickled here don't you?~ This is such a good spot I can tickle here for hours" You teased

"Stohohohohohop with thehehe teheheheheasseesss" He blushed a bright red color, more tears streaming from his cheeks

After a while you finally stopped. You untied his hands and got off of him. The boy hugged his body giggling, the tickling feeling still there.

"I hahahate you" He glared at you "But...your lucky I actually had fun" his words made you smile

"But don't you think I won't get revenge for this" Jimin suddenly stood up wiggling his fingers infrot of you

"Oh sh*t" You suddenly ran. Jimin chased you all around your place. He then tackled you to the ground and that's when tickle fight has begun.

[bohemiansweede]

Valentines Confessions

Valentines Confessions

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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-Ohhh for f*** sake... Nooooo... Not now... Shit..

The old car maked a last sigh and made a stop on a the remote road

- No.. No.. Please.. Not here..

It was not even my car

My boyfriend was by now probably furious and sat at home impatient and waiting for me to cook his favourite valentine dinner

I sighed out loud and banged my head in the stearing wheel

Did I even love this guy anymore?

Past few months we had been arguing and dribbling back and forth with being together or not..

I went out from the car and slammed the door

Where the hell was I..

It was almost dark and thoose few houses near the road looked abandoned..

Probably eating romantic dinner with candles I huffed for myself and started to walk

Fuckin perfect.. His car choosed to stop functioning again.. today of all 365 days.... .

And of course it started to rain.. Wow..

Could it be any worse now.. Yes.. there it was... I suddenly lost my balance on the little gravel road.. fell and scraped both my hands

- AHHH DAMNIT!!!

I'm the middle of everything my bad luck turned and it seamed was someone home in the last house down the road

I brushed of my knees a bit and rang the door bell

After a while the door opened and a blond man stared back

I could not believe my eyes

- Evening mam

- H.. Hi.. Ehh.. Exuse me Sir..

He must have seen that I looked like a drenched mess

- Are you OK dear? He saw my muddy hands, even if I tried to hide them in pure embarrassment

- Actually not.. M.. My car have broke down just down the road here and.. Shit.. I have to call.. Ohh no..

- S'alright.. Please come in, he took his warm hand on my shoulder and smiled gently.. I am Roger.. btw, you can borrow my phone while I have a quick look at your car OK?

I tried to smile back but it probably just looked odd, he nodded at me and grabbed his fur coat while I sat myself down on shaky legs by the phone

Shit... Shit shit... It was HIM!!! HIM!!! Roger FUCKIN Taylor!!!

I seriously had a crush on this guy.. But hey.. Honestly.. Almost every girl had.. No.. I could not do this to my boyfriend, even though he had cheated on me several times.. It was not my style.. but.. this could also be my one chance... Damnit...

Same time that I put the phone back down he returned through the door, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair , the little shorter style looked good on him

- Sorry love, I could not start it, and everything is closed by now

- That what was I afraid of.. My boyfriend is not happy at home .. He... I started to shake

I told him everything.. Peter had yelled on the other end, called me by many names but my own, he threatened me that I didn't have to bother coming home at all and he would spend the night with his ex

- Look.. I had a few whiskeys.. Otherwise I could... mmm.. So sorry.. I don’t know you, but you are freezing cold and it is dark outside, let me warm up some food for us while you take a bath ok?

I almost started to cry

Roger had a bad boy reputation but he also had a softer side, I had always known that

It was a big house but not a mansion, I knew his girlfriend just left him, everyone thought they actually were going to tie the knot and getting kids but no...

- Let me know if it's warm enough, he returned from the bathroom

- Ohh I'm sure it will be fine, thanks for your kindness

My both palms were OK, it was just dirt and clumpsyness

While I laid back in the hot bath I let my thoughts wander off and it felt like I been in there forever and soon my water was cold, I stepped out from the tub and wrapped myself in the robe that he gaved me, could I be that mischievous that I would tell Roger that I did recognised him and that I was a huge fan...

- Hi... Was it nice with a bath?

- Yes.. It was lovely, thank you

- Wine?

- Please... Thanx..

He had made an huge effort to set the table, lighted candles and all

- I hope you are not vegetarian

- God no... I love meat...

You both blushed, what did you just say

- Well... Dig in then... Bon appetite

He raised his glass and winked

- Wow, this was incredible.. And the sauce.. Just wow..

The meat was so tender and juicy I nearly moaned while eating, I guess he noticed because he watched me with a smile

- Was it that good huh?

- Mmhuhmmm..

We finished the plates and bounced down in the sofa with the remaining wine...

- I have an other bottle here love, just keep drinking.. For us lost souls.. Sooo... While we prepare for desert and the alcohol is kicking in... Anything you need to confess?

I nearly spat out the whole wine, it was like he already knew

- Ohh.. You first Roger, go ahead

- Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman here, well ok.. Don't get mad at me.. But I could probably fix your car ...

- Oh, really.. Why don't you?

- When I saw you so drenched from the rain and a broken shoe.. So wounerable.. And the final nail in the coffin was when I found out that your boyfriend was a prick... I could not.. But.. would you rather..

- No.. No.. I... I am so thankful for everything you have done for me.. really am..

- He is not worthy you... you know

- Roger... You don't know me.. I..

- So.. What's your confession?

- Ohh God.. Really? Damn it..

- How bad can it be hunnie?

Oh fuck this was it

- I know who you are

- Aha? Ok..Right.. So.. You like our music or are you a fan?

- Damn wine... I am a fan...

- OK... Hmm.. And who is your favourite member then?

- Omg... No... No you can't ask me... Ok... Shit.. You... It's you Roger..

He smiled with his whole face and touched his lower lip

- Hmmm.. So now you have your once in a lifetime opportunity here, what do you want to say or do? Autograph?

- Actually.. I know I probably gotta regret this both if I do and if I don't... But... ca... can I kiss you..?

I regret my blunt words at once, how could I be so stupid

My heart nearly bounced out from my chest, my cheeks burned

He didn't say a word, it felt like forever, but the magnet force between us grew stronger, his face were so close that I almost could count his thick eyelashes, his hot breath tickled my lips and I parted mine slightly, I let out a tiny whimper when the edge of his tongue nudged mine, his hand trailed through my hair in the back of my neck

My lips parted even more and he looked into my eyes

- Care for desert now love?

I could only nod, this man did something with me..on purpose and I was a trembling mess from just a look, I followed him like a lost puppy out in the kitchen

- I have Ice cream is that OK?

I needed to cool down so that was totally fine

He grabbed two bowls and two spoons and gaved me a soft kiss..

- How many scoops do you like my dear?

I stood close to him and could not resist to have a taste I took my finger and poked in the center of the bucket and then put it in my mouth, his eyes widened at once

- Oh.. Is it that game we are playing tonight.. OK..

He took his finger and dipped it down the ice-cream himself but instead of putting into his mouth he smeared it down my neck..

He bent down and licked it up with long strokes

I gasped of pleasure and grabbed my hands on the kitchen counter

His finger dipped once again but this time he let it trail down my sternum towards my heaving breasts

- Omg.. Omg Roger..Ohh shit... I want...

- You want what? Ice-cream?

- Y.. Yes..

Sometimes that smirk was so annoying..

Our lips crashed together again, this time it was more hunger, more frustration

I unbuttoned his shirt still kissing him, he moaned into my mouth

I dipped my finger once again in the melting ice cream and teased his collar bone with finger and tongue, then the ice cream dripped down towards his nipples I was fast to wrap my lips around it and circled my tounge in a rapid pace

- Ahhh fuck.. Baby.. Shit... I want you so bad... God..

His words made my skin prickle with goosebumps.. Roger Taylor. He wanted me...

He pushed me towards the counter and I jumped up on the cold marble surface

He stood between my legs and grabbed my breast in one hand and twisted the nipple with his fingers

- You're so beautiful... Cannot believe that prick..

- Ssscchhh Roger...I don't want to think of him now...

His hands started to wander down my belly and inner thighs

- Can I have my desert now hunnie

- Oh.. Yes.. Yes please...

He bent down and when he spread my legs the juicy labias opened up like a book and he could not hold himself any longer

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, he open kissed my folds and trailed his eager tounge like trail of fire up and down before he pushed it in deep

- Ahhh shit Fuck Rog

I grabbed his blonde hair like my life depending on it and felt his long tounge bending inside me right on the spot that crawed attention his button nose nudged my clit over and over and it was just matter of seconds before I felt my walls start to collapse, the vibration from his moaning sended me over the edge and I wrapped my legs around his neck so I couldn't fall

- Omg omg shit Rog.. Ahhh damnit fuck...

- Mmmmm.. That was the best desert baby...

He licked his fingers and stood up

- Do you...

- Yes.. I have pills...

- Ahlright... Fuck..

He took his cock and pushed tiny tiny bits at a the time.. You're tight love...

Soon we became a rhythmic monster a trembling unison a thrusting wreck, we both moaned, phanted screamed growled.. I never had such an euphoric extacy before

He snapped his hips so fast that I thought my legs were numb he spanked my ass and I bit his neck almost so he draw blood we were like animals

I squirted over and over, it ran from his body down on the floor

He took one hand down between our bodies and started to circle my clit again, I was so over sensitive but I had to come again, one last time

- Oh God hunnie.. Fuck I'm close.. So close shit

- Ahhh Roger OMYYYGGGGODDD!! ...

I contracted around his cock and emptied him on his cum

His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt his heart beating fast

He stood there for a long time, right there where he were supposed to be, we fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle

- Stay here... Don't go back to him

I knew he was right and I knew I wanted to

This was just the beginning...

I had found my missing piece of the puzzle

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