#you can of course (why would I give that permission) fuck wit' me

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Short short shorts and long long socks

And the annoying guy who makes you put them on so he can reach in them and touch your thighs

[whoahoney]

Hello sweet Honey!! Congratulations on hitting 2000 followers! You deserve it and so much more! 💛💛💛

Here’s my request for the celebration:

Eddie Munson 🖤

Smutty prompt #9

Modern au

#9. “You take me so well.”

Modern!Eddie Munson x shy!reader

A/N: This took longer than it should’ve to write but I hope at the least my girl likes it 😩🫶🏻 thank you for sending this in and being so freakin supportive of everything I do!! I like to call this one… Birthday Girl

CW: Mature!!! (Tumbly won’t let me mark it) fem/afab!reader, alcohol consumption, slight jealousy/angst, smut minors DNI, protected p in v, oral f & m receiving, fingering, nipple play, pet names, readers drunk but everything is consented and Eddie checks in multiple times

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When your friend Robin told you her friend Eddie was currently single, you couldn’t have been more surprised. As long as you’d known him, he always had someone under his arm—his flavor of the month, as Steve liked to say.

“All you have to do is talk to him, I’m sure he’ll ask you out in a heartbeat!” She urges and you sigh from your place at the counter.

“I dunno, I just—I don’t think I’m his type.” You shrug.

Robin groans, “Oh, c’mon, you can’t tell me he doesn’t give you fuck me eyes every time you speak!”

“I dunno what fuck me eyes are! He has eyes! They’re… really pretty.” You almost whine and Robin groans again.

“Jesus Christ, I won’t sit by and allow you to dawn over someone you won’t even let yourself have a chance with!” She gets a sudden look of an idea behind her eyes before she speaks again, “So maybe you just need a little tryst to jumpstart your confidence!”

“I dunno, Rob, I’m not exactly good at talking to people I don’t know…”

“C’mon, you’ll have some drinks, meet a guy that wants to treat the birthday girl—one night stands can be so fun!” She said.

“I dunno, I’m gonna be drunk, what if I choose someone I regret??” You asked at her kitchen counter.

Robin rolled her eyes, “That’s why I’m the witness, I’m going to witness you—“

“Absolutely not, you’re not watching—“

“No! Gross! Hetero sex isn’t my thing, you know that!” She opens up her notebook and plops it on the countertop before clicking a pen a few times. “I’m going to sign off on who you take home!” She said as if it were that simple.

“A permission slip?” You ask through a scoff.

“If you hate it, don’t sign!” She says as she finishes writing up the agreement and signing her name on the witness line.

You bite your lip for a moment before you take the pen and sign away.

“And if you decide to use it on Eddie…”

“‘M not using it on Eddie!” You insist and shove the paper wad into your pocket, “Besides, I’m willing to bet he shows up with ‘Boobs McGee’ on his arm.

You’d met Eddie when Robin invited you along last year at the start of classes, instantly hitting it off much to his date’s displeasure. Eddie had complimented your ear piercings and in return you complimented his, then his date tugged him by the hand to the dance floor with a warning look thrown over her shoulder.

“Ooh! Rrrowrrr” Robin giggled behind her straw as the girl began running her hands down her body and grinding against Eddie’s front to a song with no substance whatsoever.

You chuckle and turn to Robin, “Is that his… girlfriend, or something?”

She scoffs and shakes her head, “Or something. Eddie doesn’t really do girlfriends.” She shrugs and you match it with your own. “He brings a new girl along all the time, I bet she’ll be gone in the next couple weeks.” She chuckled and you did too.

Of course he didn’t keep a girlfriend, he was too pretty! Why would he?? Anyway, it didn’t matter at the time because you were still trying long distance with your boyfriend, Dylan, back home.

It never failed, week after week, he’d come to the bar with a girl in tow. The times he’d brought the same girl more than once were small—the most you’d seen of one of them was twice.

Though there were plenty of nights he found the time to talk to you, whether it was when you were out and about with friends or messaging outside of the group chat—whispering as Eddie liked to put it.

Eddie: Waitwaitwait, it’s your birthday on Friday?!

You giggle and curl up under your blanket at the notification. You were currently watching the group chat pop off as Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Argyle made suggestions for the bar crawl.

You: it is! Are you gonna be able to make it?

Before you can respond to Robin’s gif with one of your own, Eddie’s already replied.

Eddie: Uh, duh! Wouldn’t miss it for anything! Your drinks are on me. 🤘🏻

You bite your lip and the butterflies surge like they always do when it comes to him. Your cheeks are flushed and he isn’t even in the room.

But he is buying your drinks on your birthday.

He’d bought you a couple drinks before but only when he’d bought rounds for the whole group—and his dates.

You: Aw, thanks! I really appreciate it! I hope your pockets are prepared 😮‍💨🫶🏻

He responded with a laugh react, his bubbles bouncing and disappearing a few times before there was nothing at all. You set your phone on your chest and sigh at the ceiling. You’d spent two birthdays with your boyfriend and he never did anything thoughtful for you. You’d never really asked for much, but buying you a drink just once would’ve been nice. One of the many reasons you broke it off with him at the end of last year.

You’d kept it quiet, only mentioning it to Robin when she asked about Dylan a month after.

Since then it’s been aimless attempts at getting you laid, always ending with her trying to download dating apps on your phone and make a profile despite your protests. You weren’t really interested in anyone, though you couldn’t deny how lonely it could get.

The icon on your Home Screen tempted you every once in a while when you had too much wine, but for the most part you stayed off it.

The thought tempted you tonight though, only at the idea of Eddie bringing some other nameless broad along to your birthday celebration.

You close your phone and look at the ceiling, silently counting the days til your birthday, when you could drink yourself into oblivion on Eddie’s dime.

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When you arrived at the bar, Robin and Steve were already present, giving you approving looks when noticing your birthday outfit, a dress and heels complete with a sweet little cardigan.

“Look at youuu!” Robin chirped and spun you around before Steve handed you a shot.

“Happy Birthday!” Nancy shouts before wrapping her arms around you in a big hug, and Argyle blows a noise maker right next to your ear. You giggle and your heart fills with the joy of being known as someone, probably Steve, places a birthday crown on your head.

“Thank you!” You say as she pulls away, and someone hands you another shot.

“Are you ready to dance??” Robin asks over the thumping music, to which you nod eagerly and follow her out. “Take this off, what is this a library??” She unbuttons your sweater and helps you out of it before tossing it over Steve’s head and pulling you further into the crowd.

Its not long after your third shot and second dance of the evening that Eddie shows up to the bar—alone for once. Steve notes it as they shake hands and hug, “Where’s your date?”

Eddie only shrugs in return, “What date?”

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you got stood up.”

Eddie shakes his head, “Nah, just thought I’d hang with my friends tonight. Is Y/n here yet?”

Steve nods and sips his drink while Eddie scans the floor for any sight of her—and her boyfriend.

“Why doesn’t he ever come to stuff?” Eddie asks Steve, who sends him a questioning look before answering, “Who??”

“Her boyfriend, dingus.” Eddie rolled his eyes and went back to his search. Steve chuckles and nudges Eddie’s shoulder, “What boyfriend??”

“Derek? Dayton? Whatever his name is.”

“Oh! Dylan—“

Before he can fill Eddie in any further, you spot him from across the dance floor, and your drunken self couldn’t be more excited, “Eddie!!!” You stumble over to him, too busy keeping your eyes on the floor to notice his blooming smile.

“Hey, birthday girl!” He greets before pulling you into a hug. You breathe in his scent and exhale, letting a soft moan slip from your careless lips before you step back and let him go.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” You smiled up at him, and he smiles at your crooked birthday crown before fixing it.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.” He chuckles and trails his hands down your arms as you unravel yourself from the embrace. “Should I ask if I can buy you a drink? Looks like someone else already beat me to it.” He appraises your face again, analyzing every detail.

You chuckle and pull him to the bar, “I’d love another! Besides, you need to catch up!” You say as you plop onto a stool and he follows soon after.

“Two waters please.” He tells the barkeep and you push his knee playfully, “Buzzkill.” You mutter and he laughs yet again. You put your little purse on the counter as Steve and Jonathon approach and order more drinks. You check your phone and scroll check your apps, reading all the happy birthdays from old friends and estranged family on social media.

“Isn’t that right, birthday girl?” Jonathon asked with a mischievous smile. You set your phone down on the bar and look up without a clue in the world, “Hmm?”

The boys chuckle and Eddie sips a beer he didn’t have five minutes ago, “Your permission slip!”

‘Sober you’ would’ve balked, but ‘drunk you’ dug around in your purse to procure the wrinkled piece of notebook paper shoved inside. You take your time smoothing its creases by using the edge of the counter and then held it out.

“Good for one drunk fuck on my birthday!”

Signed and dated by you and witnessed by Robin Buckley herself, a few days ago when she had the bright idea to write it all up. In Robin’s opinion it had been ‘high time for you to find some dick to ride���. as she’d written it across the bottom of the page.

They guffaw while you tuck it away and a blush overtakes your cheeks as you see Eddie’s jaw feather before he took another drink of his beer. He cranes his neck to glance at the patrons approaching you and wants to spit out the bitter beer as Steve and Jonathon grab their drinks and walk away.

Since when were you looking?? When did this happen??

“You okay?” You ask before sipping your water.

“Yeah! I just—uh, didn’t know—“

“Hey, pretty girl! Is it your birthday?” A gorgeous man purred next to your ear. You blush madly and nod, turning to him as he wishes you a happy birthday and offers to buy you a drink. You’re polite in the interaction, and slow to turn him away with the way he was looking at you—it felt good.

Not to mention it being in front of Eddie may have fueled your main character complex a bit.

“—Are you sure? I’d be happy to put yours on my tab.” He points over his shoulder at the bartender.

“Oh, that’s—“

“I got ‘em, thanks, man.” Eddie rushed and put his hand on your shoulder almost territorially before pulling you closer. “Have a nice night.” He says in a way that makes you believe he wishes the opposite for the pretty boy trying to chat you up.

The guy backs away with raised hands before turning to his friends without another word. You look to Eddie with an arched brow and he has the audacity to ask, “What?”

“What was that?” You ask with a smirk. “You totally just cock blocked me!”

He shrugs, “What do you mean? Didn’t you get like, total creeper vibes from him?” He looks over your shoulder and puts a hand on the back of your chair, “Y’know you should’ve told me you weren’t with your boyfriend anymore.”

You nod, “Oh! Yeah, long distance wasn’t working out.” You shrug carelessly, one that said ‘I’m totally over him and ready to be under you’

Eddie nods, his shoulders feeling lighter, “Oh! Well, uh, I’m-I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”

“—That’s okay! I broke it off, actually.” You shrug again and he nods.

“Right, well—“

Ping!

You both glance at your phone and see a new notification from the dating app appear. Eddie looks at you with a lupine grin and you blush and retreat inside of yourself, “What??” You giggle and drink again.

Eddie smirks and leans closer, “So you’re telling me, you’ve been single this whole time, and you haven’t even hit on me?? C’mon I’m like the resident single guy.” He takes a drink, himself.

You have at him in surprise and feel your cheeks heat deeper. “I dunno what you mean—you’re never single.” You shrug.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, “Do me a favor and rip up that permission slip, none of these losers deserve to take you home.” He cocks a brow at you and you shy away as he leans forward on his knees.

Your lips open and close a couple times with the will to answer but no words to speak.

“Don’t be shy, birthday girl.” He almost purrs.

“I’m not.” You smile bashfully and bite the inside of your lip.

He tsks at you and says, “If you need a good drunk fuck, you can always come to me, okay? Don’t let some rando do it, let me.” He urges quietly as he pushes a lock of hair away from your face and behind your ear.

You turn to him with wide eyes, unsure if you were just drunk or if he was actually offering to fuck you.

“Are you-Are you serious? What about—where’s your date???” You scan the room quickly for any angry hot girls stomping your way, but you find none.

Eddie laughs and shakes his head, “I decided to fly solo tonight.”

You scoff, “That’s a first.” You take a drink and he looks at you in surprise before he answers with a shrug. “Would’ve been sooner if I knew you were single this whole time.”

“What do you mean??” You turn to him in shock.

“I mean, I just found out you aren’t with Dalton anymore—“

“—Dylan.”

“It’s doesn’t matter, he’s history now—” He shrugged and looked between your eyes. “So, uh, what do you think huh? am I misreading things? Do you… not.. find me..” he presses a hand to his chest and pulls a sad face, “.. attractive???” He whimpers and makes you laugh harder than normal.

“No! No—I mean of course I do!!!”

His sad facade melts away and his smile comes shining through again. He leans forward and gets close to your ear and he whispers, “Then let me take you into the bathroom, give you the most mind blowing birthday present of your life, take you back to mine, fuck you senseless, and then we’ll do breakfast in the morning and maybe you’ll see how serious I am about you.”

“What?” Your mouth gapes and you look him over as if he’ll say, ‘haha, just kidding!’

“Or we can act like this never happened, up to you.” He shrugs cooly, looking away incase you reject him.

You gather your bearings and take a breath. This is exactly what you’ve been wanting, this very opportunity. You find your hand sliding up his thigh and his gaze snaps to your hand and then up to your eyes in shock. You can only nod as that feral smile creeps up his cheeks.

He traces your lip with his thumb, “you’re cute, you know that? I remember the first time I saw you and the first thing I thought was, ‘damn I chose the wrong night to bring a date.’“ he chuckles as you do, blushing at his blatant affection.

“I don’t believe you.” You giggle and his hand makes its home at your cheek, rubbing light circles in your hair.

“I told Steve I was gonna ask you out but he’s the one that filled me in on your boyfriend situation…” he blew out a puff of air, “…and then never updated me again, the asshole!” He grumbled and leaned closer to talk directly in your ear, “I should kick his ass, don’t you think?” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you had the audacity to shudder. It was all too much for his ego. “Keepin us apart like that?”

He begins rubbing circles on your thigh with his other hand. “What do you wanna do, Princess? Feel like sneakin off with me?”

Your breath hitches and you nod eagerly. In answer, he gulps the remainder of his drink down and stands with a waiting hand. You take it in yours and you try to contain your smile as you follow him through the hoard of dancing bodies.

When you arrive at the bathrooms, there’s no line. Your heart pounds at the idea, that just beyond those doors you’d have one of the most memorable fucks of your life. Eddie looks back at you with an easy smile, a hand on the knob before he says, “Are you sure about this? You wanna let me see your permission slip one last time?” He pulls you close and speaks in your ear before pressing a kiss on your jaw just below it.

You nod again, “Yeah, I want this—wanted it for so long…” you let it slip and he makes a note to revisit that later. Instead of questioning you further he pulls you into the bathroom and presses you up against the door. He locks it without taking his eyes off you, looming over you predatorily and stripping off his jacket.

“You look so pretty tonight.” He smiles and pushes your hair over your shoulder, swiftly leaning in and pressing open mouthed kisses on your exposed neck. You lean your head to the side and revel in his affection, a breathy moan sliding from your lips.

He smiles and brings his mouth back up to your ear for a nibble before speaking, “I’m gonna keep this short and sweet, but if I do this, you’re gonna let me play boyfriend tonight and take you home—with me, okay? I was serious about that breakfast.”

You giggle and nod, “Yeah, that’s what I want, that’s exactly what I wished for.”

“Wait, they already did cake?” He questioned before you laugh and kiss him on the lips gently. It was a soft peck, evoking a spark in your chest, and then another, and then it sizzled and simmered into something decadent.

“You taste like pineapple.” He chuckled without pulling away from you. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you whine for him as he moans at the taste of you. “I bet you’re just as sweet down here, aren’t you?” He mumbled and shoved his knee between your thighs, his hand following soon after to rub you through your dress.

You give a sharp inhale at the sensation and the sight of him above you. His curls framed his face and shifted with every move he made on your body. You saw the perspiration gathered at his hairline and could smell the combination of his cologne with his shampoo and his musk that sent your throat tingling whenever you got too close.

“Gonna be good for me and lift this up?” He pushes it up your thighs and makes a move to kneel before you and you oblige him by gathering it in your hands.

He smiles, “Thank you, sweet girl.” He says from the ground before he levels his gaze at your panties and the smugness falls from his face at the sight. “These are nice.” He runs his thumb over the lace that clothed your cunt and your body flinches. He chuckles to himself and rubs you right at the top of that crease for a minute, watching you unwind and relax into his touch.

“That’s it, that’s what I wanna see…” he smiles and leans in faster than you can question it and suddenly his mouth is working over your panties, tasting you through the purple lace before he pulled them to the side and slipped two fingers into your sopping cunt.

“Oh my god, Eddie—“

“Just wait til it’s my dick in you, sweetheart, you won’t even remember my name—“ He says only a couple inches from your heat as he pulls your panties down properly and manually spreads your legs with firm hands, “But for now, just let me eat.” He says before licking a stripe up your center.

You cry out and grow pliant beneath his touch, your head falling back against the door as he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

He ate and ate and hummed and nibbled away at your core, as if he hadn’t seen pussy in years, which you well knew was not the case. Was he this eager with everyone?

Right as you felt the familiar high building in your belly, someone was pounding their first against the door. “Come ON!!!” The stranger’s voice rang out.

Eddie doesn’t hear it at first thanks to your thighs snug around his ears. He nodded his head against your core and licked your entrance like ice cream on a hot day.

“Eddie! Eddie…” you tap his head and open your legs wider until his attention is on you and he’s helping you down, concern in his eyes until the next set of banging knocks on the door had him flinching like the cops showed up.

He tugs your panties back up and fixes your skirt before wiping his face on his jacket and holding his hand out for you, “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He says dejectedly before unlocking the door and pulling you out without a glance in the angry patrons direction.

He doesn’t stop til you run into Steve, who was very concerned about your whereabouts, “Everyone’s ready to do cake! Where the hell have you been??” He looked between you two and before Eddie can answer you say, “The line for the bathroom was killer!”

Eddie looks over at you with amusement and laughs heartily while Steve cocks his head but doesn’t question it. “Well c’mon!” He waves you to follow him, and with Eddie’s hand sliding into yours, you do.

He sat next to you while everyone sang happy birthday, a hand on your thigh and starry eyes focused on you. The cake was white with chocolate drizzled over the top and five sparkler candles blazing on top, your name written across in red icing. With the conclusion of the song, you took a deep breath, and blew out the candles, wishing for Eddie Munson to make you his.

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After you shared a slice of cake, Eddie was back in your ear purring like a jungle cat, “How you feelin, huh?”

“Like you should tell Robin and Steve you’re taking me home.” You giggle and press a kiss to his jaw just as he has done earlier.

He let out a seething sigh and clenched his jaw despite his smile, “I like how you think.” He nods and gets up from the booth, waiting for you to follow his lead. His eyes search for anyone in the party, finding Nancy first. “I’m gonna take her home okay?” Is all you heard before Nancy’s concerned look found your eyes around Eddie’s shoulder, but then also found your hand in his. A smile spread on her face and she nods at him before patting his shoulder and waving at you.

“Happy birthday! Stay safe!” She calls, and the both of you laugh as Eddie says, “No promises!”

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Eddie sped the whole way home, keeping a hand on you the entire drive. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to have you in his bed, to have you at all. He snuck glances and licked his lips at your cleavage on display in that dress and now that he knows what he knows about your little crush on him he can’t help but wonder if you chose it with him in mind.

Now, he’s got you back against a door, just like at the club. Your ears are ringing and your eyes are heavy but all you can think about is the way Eddie was looking at you. The way he was touching you.

“Got you all to myself, now, birthday girl.” He trails a finger down your neck and sternum, til it hit that beautiful crease he wanted to bury his nose in. You nod at him and smile before tilting your chin up to meet his lips.

He deepens the kiss, trapping you against him with his hands on your face, delicately clinging to you as if you’d leave. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” He whispered as if you were now his to take care of.

You sigh and nod again, letting your eyes fall closed as his kisses trail down your neck. Before you know it he’s slipping off the straps of your dress and kissing at your cleavage. “Can I take this off?” He asks softly.

You don’t answer, only reach back and unzip it before peeling it off your body, with a little difficulty that had Eddie chuckling in adoration before helping you out of it.

“Look at you…” he whispered as he appraised your body. He was aching almost as badly as you were to get rid of that bra. And no matter how much he loved the way your panties clung to your curves, he wanted you bare and beneath him.

“I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You giggle, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

He grins, “Why is that?”

You shrug, “Do I need to go over the list of girls you’ve brought around since I’ve known you?”

He scoffs through a smile, “Yeah, well, I had to keep myself busy waiting around on you, didn’t I?”

You scoff this time, looping your arms over his shoulders, oddly comfortable being so exposed in front of him. “That’s a lie.”

“I never met anyone I was interested in dating until I met you. But you had a boyfriend!”

“Yeah, well, you always had a girlfriend.”

He tsks, “Looks like it’s now or never.”

You smile widely and he leans down to kiss you, sweeping his tongue over your lip to pull an open mouthed moan from you, and licking into your mouth like he had your pussy earlier.

“Come lay down with me,” He said between kisses, “Let’s get you all comfy.”

Sparks erupted in your stomach and you nod as he takes you in his arms and swiftly steers you towards his room in hurried steps.

He pushes open his door so harshly it hits the wall, opening in time for you to step through before he’s knocking it shut with his foot. He gently nudges you down onto the bed, urging your shoulders to lay all the way down as he worked his knee between your thighs again.

“There we go,” His hands trail over your tits and stomach, pausing at the cups and tugging lightly as if he were going to pull it down but he left it up to you.

You unhook it and toss it off the bed, laying back down in your tipsy haze, your body buzzing and warm—drunk on booze and Eddie’s hungry gaze.

“Your turn.” You say breathily as you get comfortable against his soft blankets. His mouth is gaping as he pours over you, his hands poised to reach out and squeeze before you cover your chest with your arms and giggle for him.

He unfolds to his full height, revealing the thick imprint in the front of this jeans, showing you just how badly he needs to free himself. “A demand from the birthday girl?” He chuckles lowly and strips off his shirt, the swift movement sending his sweet and heady scent washing over your face.

His taught torso and arms were swirled with different art pieces, some were patchworks and others so dark and solid you can’t imagine how long they took. You’d always wanted to know how many he had, and maybe tonight you’d find out.

He’s pleased with the way you’re gazing up at him, as if he were the art and not his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asks before putting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head, hiding any shred of self doubt away as you nod.

If he got to have you for just tonight, he could be happy.

He waited a year before he found out he could’ve had you sooner, so tonight he’d take his sweet time and pull the most earth shattering orgasm from your body in order to help his chances of doing it again and again.

And maybe you’ll delete that stupid app.

Your hips writhe in search of his, your hands slipping away, dissolving the last thread of modesty you were trying to keep. He returns his attention to your chest and suddenly he’s lost half his power.

“What?” You giggle and before he decides to answer he drops his lips to the middle of them to press a lingering kiss.

“I love your boobies…” he whispers reverently before you throw your head backwards and laugh heartily, your hands draping comfortably on his shoulder and head as he smiles and presses wet kisses around the bottom curve of your breasts.

“Don’t call them boobies, you’re a grown man!” You softly scold and try to ignore the warm buzzing he was shrouding your body in with each kiss.

“They’re the best boobies.” He mumbles against your skin before the kisses intensify and he starts finding places to sweep his tongue over and suck, pulling an open mouthed whine from your unsuspecting lips. “I knew you’d like that.” He chuckles again, and leans over to delicately lick your pebbled nipple and suck it into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Your hold on him tightens, much to his satisfaction, and he begins rutting himself against your naked center. “Take—take these off—“ you manage as you feel his hand on your other tit and your brain starts melting when he massages it tenderly.

Without a word, he releases your nipple with a sonorous pop, and gets up from the bed to strip off his pants and boxers. The jingling of his chain and belt excites you, but not as much as the sight of his hard and leaking cock springing up against his stomach as he did so. You didn’t hear yourself gasp but you knew he did with the look he sent you as he stroked himself at the end of his bed.

“I dunno about you, but it feels more like my birthday, tonight.” He says as he steps around to the nightstand and procures a condom, keeping one hand on his manhood as if he were shy.

You smirk as he releases his hold on his member to open the package, to which you roll over on your stomach and crawl over to him. He looks at you with confused amusement and then he freezes when he feels your tongue on the head of his dick. “Oh, shit!”

“Happy birthday.” You giggle before taking his whole tip in your mouth and sucking it rhythmically to drive him mad. You gently caress his hips and in the next moment his hands are on your head, barely and pressure behind his touch.

“Oh, baby, you don’t—you don’t have to do this—“ he sighs out as the euphoria builds inside of him.

“I know—been wanting to.” You mumble before pushing his shaft up against his stomach and licking a wet stripe from sack to tip, but before you could pull it back into your mouth, he was flipping you onto your back again and rolling on the condom.

“You can do that any time you want,” he cuts himself off with a tender kiss to your lips, “Right now I just need to be in you.” He says in a whisper against your lips as he swipes the head of his cock through your wetness.

“Wanna feel you too, Eddie.” You sigh as he kisses down your chest again, “Please, please, please, don’t make me wait anymore.” You whine as he thrusts his shaft between your folds teasingly, “—It’s my birthday!!”

He laughs as he reaches your stomach and plants one last kiss above your belly button. “Since you asked so nicely.” He looks down between you, the ends of his hair tickling your chest as he notches himself right where you need him the most.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He mumbles before pushing the rest of the way inside, his lips connecting with yours in a needy kiss.

“Oh my go—you do too.” You’re quick to assure him. “Fuck me, Eddie, c’mon,” you urge him with your hips, desperate for his friction. He looses a breath, a moan threatening to escape along with it as he starts his slow movements in and out with tender care.

He’d always admired your gentleness, your soft spoken nature. He was sure if he fucked you too hard you’d break, whether it be physically or emotionally he wasn’t sure. So when you wrapped your legs around his waist and opened your mouth to say, “Harder, fuck me harder!” —He was shocked.

He gently pushes your legs back towards you, finding purchase on the back of your thighs and squeezing appreciatively. “You sure?” He asks with a playful lip between his teeth and a gleam in his eye you wanted to see again and again.

“Mhm..” you nod pathetically and he grins wider than the Cheshire Cat. He leans down, pressing himself into you as far as he can, and kisses you on the lips, “We have plenty of time for me to fuck you slowly, yeah?” He asks before withdrawing himself and slamming inside again,

“Oh, fuck, you take me so well.” He says into your neck and sets a brutal pace that renders you thoughtless. “You’re so—you’re so good—shit!” He pants against your skin. The feeling of his weight on top of yours makes you feel so small in his grasp, folded up at his will like a plaything.

His plaything.

“You—ugh! You’re so good..” is all you can think to say, but it’s enough to make him nuzzle against your breast before sealing his mouth against your skin and kissing and nibbling and sucking his way over to your nipple, his thumb working your clit as he pounds you mercilessly, “Cum f’me—“ he mumbles against you.

And at his command, you come undone all over his cock and fingers. The humming, all consuming pleasure washed over you, and your body nearly goes limp.

Your unbridled cries of ecstasy were almost enough to send him over the edge of pleasure, though it sped up the steep climb right before he’d free-fall to the sound of your orgasm and hurtle into his. He speeds up his thrusts, eagerly chasing his high and enhancing yours as he groans roughly into your chest, “Christ!”

“Oh, yes, Eddie!” You whine as your body lurches back into that white hot urge to fuck and feel, just knowing you’re the reason he’s getting off making you clench around him as he spills into the condom and fucks you through his high.

You feel his cock throb inside of you as he collapses on top of you, getting a face full of titties and groaning in satisfaction.

You fall limp against the bed and pillows, his large frame making no move to release you. You can’t help the giggle slipping from your lips, and his head perks up at the sound, his round brown eyes on yours as his own smile builds. “What?” He asks with a kiss to your sternum.

You shake your head and run your fingers through his hair and fix his bangs, “I just… can’t believe this just happened.” You chuckle.

He chuckles too and gives you three more kisses leading up to your neck. He pauses at your lips with a smile, “Me either.” He pecks your lips sweetly before he pulls out of you and strips off the condom to toss in the nearby wastebasket.

He flops down next to you, pulling the sheets over you both as he catches his breath—his chest rising and falling with deep breaths beneath his necklace. He looks over at you and smiles again, his hair tousled from where your hands had played with it as he uncovers a leg and uses the linen to fan himself, “Jesus Christ it got hot—“ he chuckles again and looks back to you.

Your cheeks flush and you pull the sheet over your chest before you turn to face him, “Yeah, it was.” You chuckle nervously.

He turns on his side and looks at you intently, gathering words he’d been keeping at the back of his mind for as long as he’d known you. “I wanna do it again sometime.” He whispered and reached a hand over to cradle your cheek and caress your shoulder down to tangle his fingers into yours.

You smile softly and can’t help your heart sinking in your chest at the idea of being one of the girls he entertained for a few weeks before he never spoke of them again. You’d rather go back to normal than end up that way.

He senses your hesitance and squeezes your hand, “We don’t have to—I didn’t mean—this can totally be a on off, you know?”

You nod dejectedly and squeeze his hand, “If that’s what you want, yeah, for sure.” You say only half convincingly.

He scoots closer and wraps his arms around you, “That’s not what I want—not even close.” He whispers, lightly trailing his fingers down your exposed spine. Your eyes widen and you can’t help but arch into his touch.

“What do you want?” You whisper, finding your hands sliding up his smooth chest.

A smirk pulls at his lips before he kisses your nose, “I want… you.” He chuckles easily at your surprise, “I want to… delete the stupid app off your phone and I want your permission slip framed on my wall.” He giggles as your blush stains your cheeks.

“Is that all?” You chuckle as he kisses your neck, getting progressively more excessive just to make you laugh more, “Are you gonna delete the app off your phone??” You question.

Without an answer Eddie lurches up from the bed, stark naked, and searches through his pants and jacket til he procures his phone and flops back down next to you.

He hopes you watch as he unlocks it and deletes all the hookup apps from his screen. He puts it on the table and rolls over to you again, taking you in his arms as if you belong there now. “I’ll delete allll the unnecessary numbers at breakfast in the morning, yeah?” He kisses your cheek and you smile madly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile into the kiss as he deepens it. “Wanna fuck you like this every birthday.” His voice is muffled by your skin as he continues his kisses down your neck, the fire between you igniting again.

“So when’s your birthday, huh?” You ask in a sultry tone as his cock hardens and he rocks against you with a frustrated groan. He sighs as your hand closes around it and tugs at it playfully a couple times before he’s devouring your neck again.

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[arielleej]

Sometimes you have to write it down to get it out of your head.

Hello, it's been a while.

So I've spent the last ~33 hours trying to wrap my head around the ending to Arcane (If you haven't watched Season 2 then vacate this post NOW).

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My brain has been running full-tilt to try and understand what I witnessed. Most specifically the last scene with Caitlyn and Vi in the epilogue.

Before I get to that though, I feel like I need to provide some (a) context and (b) background on why I just didn't get it originally.

To start off with I'm a Caucasian, cis-het, straight, single man. That makes me not even close to the target audience for the portrayal of this relationship and as such I've always relied on takes from queer reactors to make sure I was actually getting it. This time around we can thank Kelly and Ceni ( https://www.youtube.com/@XiaoLongMedia ) whom you might recognize from RWBY or LVOM. I've followed their work for years and have always enjoyed their content.

For some rather personal context, my personality - or at least my interpretation of it - is very close to Vi's. I'm very avoidant (I think less so now, but when I was younger I was avoidant to the extreme), assume people's words are largely worthless unless they have the actions to back them up, and have similar love languages (physical touch and acts of service). Since I see so much of myself in Vi, it becomes easier for me to put myself in her shoes and understand her reactions.

I'm going to start at S2E4 because we all knew the breakup in Act 1 was coming. When I first saw that opening scene with Maddie and Caitlyn I legitimately thought that was it, there was no way back. Caitlyn had gone so far off the deep end that there was no possible redemption. I thought to myself "If I was Vi I would legitimately never want to see her again." However that thought changed dramatically over the course of the week between Act 2 and Act 3. Let me explain, and again it will require some more personal context.

I've only had one serious romantic relationship in my life, from when I was 18 to 21. She was younger than me and for the first year and a half to two years it was great - or at least I thought it was. Remember this was in my omega-avoidant phase when I blatantly refused to communicate in a healthy way or talk about my feelings. Anyway, I forget the exact timeline but she eventually committing what felt like an act of betrayal at the time (i.e. sleeping with someone else) and it was a while before I found out about it. To make matters worse I blamed myself (in retrospect this was obviously a stupid way to think but I was 20 and stupid) because it happened at a party that I had left because I needed to take care of some chorse at home. I was upset obviously but the first time I saw her again after I had found out I just didn't fucking care.

You see where this is going?

One of the common criticisms I've seen directed at the show and the writing of Vi in particular is that her trauma is never addressed on screen. I have a hot take here. I think that was intentional, but not in a neglectful way. I think Vi as a character was simply never in a position where it could be addressed in a healthy way, which led to her unhealthy coping mechanisms culminating in her throwing herself at Caitlyn in S2E8 after Jinx gives her permission to be happy.

It took me a second to understand what motivated Vi to all but declare her love for Caitlyn in that moment - and let's be honest they do love each other even if the words are not actually said - I actually had to go back and listen to Caitlyn's line a couple of times and then I got it. Caitlyn wanted to give Jinx a second chance but she knew that Vi had to be the one to deliver that chance so that Jinx could give Vi that permission to be happy. Caitlyn let Vi take the cell keys, removed the guards, and let Jinx leave without a fuss. This was Caitlyn telling Vi that she was giving Jinx - and by extension their relationship - a second chance without saying those words. Instead she did it in a langauge that Caitlyn knew Vi understood - actions.

So I understand why Vi was able to forgive Caitlyn of everything in that moment - that's what her character has always been all about. Trying to save everyone, even from themselves.

Which brings us to that final scene.

I spent a long time trying to figure out why Caitlyn didn't appear happy when she was cuddling up to Vi, and why she used the words "still in this fight". I think the second one is easier to answer than the first so I'll start there. Fighting is just a language that Vi understands and judging from Vi's response, she seemed to understand the question Caitlyn was really asking "Are you going to stay?"

As for the look on Caitlyn's face, I think we know that she knows Jinx is alive but doesn't know where she is (we as the audience obviously know that Jinx sailed off on an airship somewhere - the prevailing theory is she ends up in Demacia). I think the look on Caitlyn's face is twofold. First (and this is just what it looks like to me) that looks like a possessive and protective Caitlyn who wants to make sure that Vi never gets hurt again. Second, I think Caitlyn feels guilty that she knows Jinx is alive but is scared to tell Vi because she's afraid Vi will immediately chase after her sister.

I don't think what Vi and Caitlyn have now is what could be called a 'healthy' relationship, certainly given how it began. But it could definitely get there.

The only other thought I want to offer up is this: We know from S2E7 that there are parallel universes. In any one of those universes Vi and Caitlyn could be together in a happy and healthy relationship and I think that's worth celebrating even if we didn't get everything we wanted from the version of them that we saw on-screen.

[loislame84]

Working on the next chapter of From Russia with Begrudging Acceptance… here’s a small sneak peek since it might be a minute before I can post anything. Work is going to be crazy for me for a few weeks but I’m still trying to write when I get a chance!

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Meeting mission Yelena was both an arousing and terrifying experience for Kate. Her girlfriend was focused on coming up with the best plan possible which would quickly accomplish everything with the least amount of people needing to be involved. Watching Yelena give the orders, standing at the white board was intoxicating enough but watching her sweat while kicking the absolute shit out of Peter was the most erotic thing Kate had ever witnessed with her own eyes. She was patiently waiting her turn for a go on mats but frowned when a voice called just beside her ear, “careful Kate Bishop if you drool anymore I’ll have to bring out a caution wet floor sign.”

Kate’s cheeks reddened while she quickly moved her thumb across her bottom lip to make sure she wasn’t actually drooling onto the training room floor. “What are you doing here?” She turned to see a familiar shit eating smirk that all former widows seemed accustomed to wearing.

“It’s your lucky day,” Sonya’s eyes glanced towards her partner right as she delivered a roundhouse kick which the boy surprisingly avoided just to get punched in the gut. “You and me, shooting day.”

“Why do I have to do the gun training when I’ll be using my bow,” Kate said petulantly as the thought of leaving the area was unpleasant.

“Do you want to question Yelena’s plans? We can go over the schedule together again if you’d like but I’m sure you remember how well that turned out,” another smirk forming.

Oh, Kate definitely remembered seeing how it was only three days ago. It was their second day of training and apparently Kate was feeling particularly bratty that day.

*2 days prior…*

Yelena had set up a training circuit for Peter and Kate to go through which included a series of different weapons from physical combat, guns, knives, and included a section for both of their weapons of choice. “Yes, I’m talking about your buttlace and your arrows. Sonya and I will be in there to attack at various points plus there are holographic enemies set up throughout the course. The technology is crazy at this place,” Yelena had let slip.

“So the Avengers do impress you,” Kate smirked.

Peter elbowed her, “please don’t piss off Ms. Belova before she starts shooting at us.”

“She won’t actually hurt us,” Kate rolled her eyes. “It’s only rubber rounds or pepper bullets.”

“Have you ever gotten hit with a rubber round?” Yelena laughed at the audacity of her girlfriend.

“No but how bad could it be?”

“That seems like a challenge to me,” Sonya laughed. “Permission for full contact?” She had turned to Yelena who simply nodded. She turned to her partner and whispered something into her ear which had Kate’s heart racing.

Yelena offered a deep chuckle, staring directly at her girlfriend. “The two of you will be working together to make it to the target before the time limit. If you fail, you do it until you clear the course. If you submit, you repeat the course. If you get shot, well… I think you get the point. Any questions?” Peter raised his hand, “good.” Yelena ignored him, “you have ten minutes to come up with a game plan. When the buzzer sounds, the doors open and your time starts. You have thirty minutes to complete the course.” She turned to look at her girlfriend, “watch out for the rubber rounds, little hawk.”

Yelena and Sonya went into the simulator, leaving Kate and Peter in the briefing room. “Your girlfriend is very intimidating. I hope I get attacked by Sonya. I think she’ll go easy on me.”

“I think I fucked up again,” Kate swallowed anxiously, looking at the two widows staring at them from inside the door before they left the area. “I’m sorry for your future pain, Peter. I owe you dinner or something, probably many ice packs and icy hot.”

Peter pulled up the map of the course on the interactive table, “let’s plan this out. We need to get this on the first try. I don’t know how many beating I can take today.” He started to trace out a path noting all of the hiding areas leading to the target. They came up with a solid plan. Kate was going low with a full quiver of arrows and Peter was going to take the high road, pointing out blocks in their plan. They had their coms in their ears and were standing outside the doors waiting for the buzzer. “You don’t really think she’s going to shoot you, do you?”

Kate took a few breaths, “I have no doubt that she will absolutely shoot me the shit out of me.”

[misterjauthor]

CABIN FEVER

“WHAT’S that?”

Something stuck out from under Benjamin’s mattress as I closed the door.

My heart raced.

Is that what I think it is?

No, I can’t. That’s my roommate’s stuff. I shouldn’t be snooping.

I turned away, stripped to my thermal underwear, and draped the clothes on my desk chair.

On the way back, I glanced at the helicopter pilot’s bed again.

Curiosity nagged at me to find out I was right.

Benjamin is in the rec room playing poker with our other teammates. He won’t be coming back anytime soon.

Oh, fuck it!

I lifted the dense foam and uncovered about half a dozen straight porn magazines.

“A-ha! I knew it.”

What a fucking amateur? I wouldn’t leave my collection lying around like this.

Of course, I wouldn’t. My straight ex-roommate back home would have found out my secret.

These weren’t exactly my type of magazines. But I haven’t shot my load since I started working here. I’m fucking horny.

It’s not like I have access to online porn. For god’s sake, this is Antarctica. Connection to the internet had a schedule, and we use it primarily for research tasks.

I could focus on the guys.

After taking one, I climbed on my bed and opened it.

Some of the pages were stuck together.

Has he been jacking off when I’m not around?

Blood rushed to my dick at the image of my straight roommate stroking his meat in our room.

I need lube.

There was some K-Y in the clinic, but I didn't want to go there.

Benjamin might have some.

There’s no point in being shy about it. I already violated my roommate’s privacy.

I went for his nightstand and found a half-empty bottle in the bottom drawer.

When I returned, I hooked the waistband of my thermal underwear under my balls and poured some lube on my dick.

With the magazine on my thigh, I stroked my erection while looking at the page.

I came across a scene where a locker room of football players gangbanged a female reporter. Her cameraman recorded everything while jerking off.

Some players were still in their dirty uniforms, and some were only in their jockstraps. One of the beefy guys fucking her had a whistle around his neck.

Heat spread through my body, and more blood filled my angry erection.

I closed my eyes, leaned back against the wall, and twisted the hand on my dick like a screw.

In my head, I was the reporter, and the players were my teammates at the station. They took turns filling my mouth and my hole with their fat dicks.

It would be a dream come true if it happened for real. But I’ll have to settle for the fantasy because it never will.

Why did I decide to work in the south pole stuck with a bunch of straight guys?

Fuck, I’m getting close.

The door opened.

“Doc, you wouldn’t believe what just happened.” Benjamin entered.

My whole body jolted.

Oh, shit! I tucked my dick back inside and shoved the magazine and lube under my pillow.

A large tent stuck out in front of my underwear.

I grabbed another pillow and used it to cover my lap. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought you were still playing poker.”

He started stripping down to his favorite thermals. “I fucking lost to Warren. Him. Of all people. Can you believe that?”

I snickered. “You lost to the guy with the most obvious tell?”

“It’s not funny.” Benjamin tossed his clothes on his desk and turned around. He may have the muscles, but he doesn’t have my bulk.

His dick bulged out in front of his underwear.

My dick twitched, remembering seeing it in the flesh a week ago.

“Looks like I interrupted your ‘me’ time, doc.” He cocked his head at my pillow and grinned. “I see you found my stash and enjoying yourself.”

A flush warmed my cheeks.

“I’m sorry for taking it without your permission, man.” I brought the magazine and the lube out to return them.

Benjamin raised a hand. “No, it’s okay.”

I stopped with one foot off the bed.

“You can borrow it. It’s not like I don’t have more. You know what?” He lifted his mattress, took a magazine, and climbed on his bed. “I’m gonna rub one out, too.”

“I’ll leave and give you some privacy.” With the pillow covering my crotch, I put the porn and lube down and stepped off the bed.

“No, doc. Stay. I don’t mind.” Benjamin leaned on the wall facing my bed and removed his bottom thermals. “Why don’t you finish what you started? We’re both guys here.”

When I reached the door, I paused to consider the invitation.

Oh, fuck it. I may not get another chance to see him jack off.

I climbed back in bed and mirrored him.

“Pass me the lube.” He extended his hands out, ready to catch the bottle.

“Here.” I tossed it to him.

After pouring the clear liquid on his dick, he chucked it back and jacked off while looking at the magazine next to his hip.

I removed my thermals and did the same thing. But while leafing through the magazine, my eyes peered on Benjamin.

The sight of him stroking across from me made my dick leak. It mixed with the lube, making my hand slide smoother.

He glanced in my direction.

Shit!

I snapped my gaze back to the porn.

My heart pounded inside my chest.

“Doc, this is so fucking hot. You should see this, too. Wait. I’m going over there.” Benjamin joined me on my bed and put the magazine on top of mine.

“Damn!” I pretended to look at the page with a woman’s face drenched in cum, but focused on his stroking beside me.

Our shoulders touched.

The unexpected contact sent tingles straight to my dick.

I continued jacking off as if nothing happened.

Benjamin didn’t move away. “I wish someone was here to take my load on their face like that.”

If only he knew that someone was sitting right next to him.

“I’ve been in Antarctica for almost six months. I miss pussy.” He turned the page.

“Unless you know how to get back to your wife for the night and return in the morning, you’re stuck in this icebox continent until your contract expires.”

“I know, right?”

“You have no choice but to take matters into your own hands like the rest of us.”

We continued stroking our dicks.

“Fuck, I wish I could get a blowjob right now. It doesn’t have to be from my wife. I’ll settle for some ugly bitch just to have my balls drained by something other than my right hand.”

“Ha. Good luck finding that in this sausage fest of a station.”

“Or you could suck my dick for me.”

To be continued...

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[gavin-plz-call-me]

Trust in Him

TW: Depictions of sexual harassment and sexual assault

You love your job, so when one of your coworkers begins to harass you, you're scared that you'll have to choose between your job and your safety. Luckily, Artem is here to support you.

This is my first time writing about sexual harassment/assault, so I apologize in advance if it's not a perfectly accurate portrayal.

AO3

Word Count: 3.3k

You needed this job, those words alone were all that kept you from doing something rash, but your resolve was growing thinner and thinner by the day. Every day you worked in the office, which, luckily for you, grew less frequent after becoming partners with Artem and joining NXX, one of your co-workers in particular was bound to come speak with you. This wouldn't be an issue if he were speaking to you about work issues, or a case, hell, even the weather but he, Julius, never came over for any productive reasons. The two of you had worked a case together a few months ago, but other than that, you should be complete strangers.

You could see Julius approaching from the corner of your eye, a nasty smirk plastered on his, and you hated to admit this, conventionally attractive face. While others might swoon at his good looks, you had to hold back a gag as he placed his hand firmly on your shoulder, enveloping your senses in his stale scent. He then slowly leaned down, his lips almost touching your ear, and whispered "That shirt makes your tits look great," his disgustingly wet breath sent shivers through your body as he gave your shoulder a squeeze and headed off like nothing happened.

As far as you knew, you were his only victim. The other ladies in the office swooned over him, speaking highly of his good looks and "great" skills as a lawyer. A few who had witnessed his advances towards you and misinterpreted your blush as shy interest complained of how envious they were that such a handsome, successful man was interested in you, and you kept quiet. You had heard enough horror stories of women who had come out about work-place harassment who were fired, never given or even considered for promotions, and even sued for slander, and you couldn't let any of that happen to you, you had to tolerate it. A job at Themis law firm is a dream for many law students, you included, and you wouldn't let that slip away. Even if you had to endure harassment, even if you had to leave your desk to escape to the bathroom some days because you couldn't keep the tears out of your eyes, even if you couldn't fall asleep some nights because images of what he's done to you and what he's capable of doing to you infect your mind, even if you had to start wearing ill-fitting clothes to hide your figure in an attempt to get him to leave you alone, and even if you were terrified to be in a room alone with him, lest he become bolder, you had to persevere. If everything in your life went right, you'd become his boss one day, and when that day came, you could fire his ass.

Of course, though, you weren't the boss, and you had to listen to what yours said. So, when your manager approached you a few days after Julius's latest incident telling you you'd be assisting him in a case, there wasn't much you could do to get out of it. Artem and you weren't working on any urgent cases at the moment, so he gave them permission to steal you away for the case. You were very skilled in working the case type Julius was "stuck on" so your manager said you the obvious choice for the job. There was no way out.

Julius invited you into his office with a sickly-sweet smirk and an almost impermeable wink as a knot settled in your stomach. Something in you screamed at you, don't go in there, it yelled, anywhere else. Just not his office.

"Well, I wouldn't want to intrude in your personal space," You said, trying to keep an aura of professionalism while also trying to protect yourself. There were still others around, if you start to show your discomfort, you'd be found out. You felt like you were lying, in a way, maybe you were? Guilt ran up and down your spine, and you hoped the feeling didn't translate to your expression.

"Oh, MC." His voice was outwardly cheery with an undertone of something, though you couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was, "You could never be an intrusion to me. Let's use my office, I insist."

No, no no, the voice within you screamed again, you felt your breath hitch slightly, but you forced your breaths to be normal, despite how badly your lungs wanted you to gasp for air. "I would prefer it if we worked somewhere else, Julius." His name tasted disgusting on your tongue, "My desk for example," the two of you squeezed together, trying to work at the same small desk, his smell surrounding you, "or an empty conference room," still alone in a room together, his hands reaching out to touch your body, "or-"

"Mc, this would all be much simpler if we just worked in my office, I promise you, I don't mind." There was a hint of aggravation in Julius's voice, but it disappeared the longer he spoke. "There won't be any meeting halls open, now come on, let's go to my office."

You stood still for half a second, debating just running away, job be damned, but you didn't have time to start walking. You hadn't even decided which way to go, towards Julius's office or towards the main exit, when a voice rang out, "Mc, Julius, conference room six is open." You turned around, eyes meeting the bright sapphire eyes belonging to Artem. His brows were slightly furrowed, looking you up and down.

"Great," You said before Julius could say a word, "thank you Artem." You turned back to Julius, his eyes were much less kind than Artem's, and all you wanted to do was turn back to face the man with the beautiful eyes and put Julius in the depths of your memories, but you plaster on a fake smile as you say, "conference room six it is, then!" You quickly passed Julius, feeling two sets of eyes burning into you as you walked away. Julius's office was past conference room six, so as you entered the room Julius walked towards his own office instead, muttering something about needing to grab his case files.

You were glad that you didn't end up in his office, but the conference room wasn't much better, panic began building up in your chest again. There were large windows leading out into the hallway, which you sat right in the middle of giving anyone who walked by a perfect view of you and whatever you were doing. Conference room six was the most open of the conference rooms, but the hallway around here was never too busy. The windows also left a few blind spots, places he could back you into if he really wanted to. With slightly shaky hands you opened your laptop, opening an audio recording app. There weren't any security cameras in this conference room, and even though your gut stopped you from telling anyone about Julius, something within you told you to record.

The door to the conference room quickly opened and shut. You minimized the recording app, the pulsing red dot indicating that it’s recording disappears along with it. Julius throws a few case files onto the conference table before walking around to sit directly next to you. You rolled your chair away from him slightly, trying to escape his revolting stench. You began speaking about the case, reading the case files, and making comments about the stranger details, details you could use to defend your client.

The two of you continued to talk about the case for a while, the anxiety that had grown so high before began to dwindle, maybe you were wrong. Maybe Julius wasn’t going to take this chance to do something horrible to you, maybe he never was going to do anything to you. Had you just imagined his threats? “Mr. Johnson’s embezzlement of the school’s funds could be grounds for-”

"Tease," Julius interrupted you, his voice much darker, almost an inhumane growl, than what it was when you were surrounded by your coworkers. Darker than it was even a few seconds before when you were talking about the case.

"E-excuse me?" you asked, your professional front slipping, anxiety raising in your stomach once again.

Julius inched closer to you, holding the back of your chair to prevent you from rolling further away from him, "I said, you're a fucking tease Mc. Making me go back and forth like that." The undertone you couldn't pinpoint from before was back, but it was much more pronounced now. Anger mixed with desire, his unkempt nails dug into the skin of your thigh as he pushed himself onto you, "but you're not gonna tease me anymore."

Desperately, you pushed your feet against the floor as hard as you could, propelling your chair into the one behind you, allowing you to stand up and try to make it to the door. Julius's hand violently grabbed your wrist, yanking you back towards him. “Come on, Mc,” he growled in your ear, “everyone in the office knows you’re whoring around to get to the top. You can’t refuse me.”

You struggled against his grip, but every movement you made had him tightening his hold around your wrist, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Julius.” you gasped as the pain of his hand on you became too much.

This seemed to enrage Julius, who suddenly stood up from his chair, forcing you against the wall furthest from the door. Your head smacked violently into the wall sending sparks of pain through your vision. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone knows you’re putting out for Artem. Why else would he choose some sub-par slut of a lawyer to be his partner?”

“I-I didn’t-” Julius put more pressure on you as you tried to speak, stopping your words completely.

“Let’s put it this way, Mc,” Julius's hands snaked in opposite directions, one reaching your throat, putting suffocating pressure on it, the other gripping your ass, pulling you unwillingly closer to his body, “You put out for Artem to advance your career, and if you’re a good little slut for me, you can keep your career.” He pulled you somehow tighter into him, his mouth ghosting your ear before delivering a harsh bite into its flesh. “If not, you can kiss being a lawyer goodbye.”

The knot in your stomach twisted, the job you were passionate about, the coworkers you loved, Artem, your senior partner who had already taught you so much, could he really take all of that away from you? Was it really worth it to lose all that to him? Maybe you should just let him have you, once to save your job. But, as Julius’s hand moved from your ass forward, threatening to touch you in a much more intimate place, something in you broke. No. You wouldn’t let him take your career away, but you also wouldn’t let him have you. Throughout your career as a lawyer, you fought and fought and fought for your clients, day in and day out so they could find justice, and it was time for you to fight for yourself.

You thrust your knee upwards into Julius’s groin, and in the split second where he was caught off guard, you used all your strength to push him off of you. You ran for your laptop, his angered cries of pain filling the room as he stood motionless in the spot you left him in, grasping at his groin, trying to ease the pain. You took the opportunity to haphazardly grab your laptop and head for the door. Julius’s hand grazed your arm again as he regained some of his movement, but you were too far away from him at this point. He couldn’t reach you.

Escaping the suffocating air of that conference room could have been the happiest moment of your life. You saw Julius staring at you from the corner of your eye, still standing in the conference room, slightly doubled over. He wouldn’t dare chase you through the office, and he was out of sight before you could figure out what his next move would be. Adrenaline pumping through your body, you made your way across the office. You weren’t sure where your legs were taking you until you were already knocking at the door you sought out, Artem’s office.

The moment you saw Artem as he opened the door, his face going from stoic as always, then softening at the sight of you, and finally, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he got a better look at you all in a matter of seconds, the emotions you had kept hidden for months suddenly broke free. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, so you broke your gaze away from Artem, opting to look down at your own shoes instead. You really didn’t want to cry in front of Artem. You so desperately wanted to be a great lawyer like him, famous for winning countless cases. He wouldn’t be so vulnerable as to cry in front of a coworker, and you wanted to follow in his footsteps. You tried to push them back, but they refused.

Artem put a gentle hand on your upper back as he led you into his office, closing the door behind him, and placing his jacket on you. It smelt strongly of him. You could detect hints of vanilla from his cologne which made you want to envelop yourself further into the cloth. He led you to the sofa in his office, Artem himself sitting down on the coffee table in front of you. His kind, gentle movements, so contrasting from Julius’s threats, made the tears stream down your face harder. You began to shake from the loss of adrenaline, and you buried your face in your hands.

Artem was at a loss for what to do. He’d never seen you cry before, he felt helpless as he watched you heave from your tears. One thing was certain in his mind, however: Julius had something to do with this. He could sense your discomfort earlier when he’d suggested the two of you use conference room six to discuss business. He could tell you were trying your hardest to suppress the feelings, but they were prevalent enough on your person for him to detect, but his actions had failed to protect you further. A part of him wanted to leave the office immediately, find Julius, and beat him to a pulp wherever he stood, but a more sensible part of him knew you needed him right now. Julius could be dealt with later.

Slowly, Artem stood up from his place on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, a good few feet away from you in order to give you space. You finally looked up at him when you felt his weight on the couch. Your eyes were red and irritated from the tears, makeup running down your face in light gray streaks. You desperately wiped away at them, but it didn’t make a difference. Artem’s soft voice finally broke the silence between the two of you, “Mc, can I hug you?” The hysterical part of your brain was surprised by his words. In your emotional state, you expected him to reject you, and act disgusted by your emotions. You nodded slightly, desperately wanting his comfort.

Before you knew it, Artem had slid closer to you on the couch, taking you in his arms, and gently pressing you into his chest. This simple action started your tears anew. You began crying harder than before, gasping for breath. Clumsy words spilled out of your mouth as you tried to tell Artem what had happened. You thought he deserved to know why you came to his office crying, but Artem simply gently shushed you, rubbing comforting circles into your back. “You don’t need to say anything yet, Mc,” he whispered

The two of you stayed like that for a long time until your tears eventually slowed to a stop. At that point, you pulled away from Artem, desperately missing his warmth as soon as you did so. Artem slid his hand in yours, giving it a gentle, supportive, squeeze before speaking again, “If you’d like to tell me what happened, I’ll be here for you, okay?” Artem’s comforting words, his warm hand in yours, and his beautiful blue eyes made everything that’s happened with you in relation to Julius spill. You couldn’t look at him as you told him about everything: the case you worked on together, how he’d continue to go to your desk even when the case was over, how that escalated to the harassment you had to endure, what just happened in the conference room, and the audio recording of the incident.

When your gaze finally settled back on Artem, he was wearing an expression you had never seen on him before. It was anger, it was concern, it was... it was something else you couldn’t quite place. Artem pushed himself up from the couch, his eyes on the door to the office. You tightly grasped his arm, stopping him from moving towards the door. The door meant he’d tell, the door meant all your fears would come to fruition, the door meant you’d have to face the world outside Artem’s warm embrace again, and you didn’t want that. “Please don’t,” you whimpered, new tears stinging your eyes, “don’t tell anyone, please.” A sob escaped your throat, making Artem sit back on the couch next to you. “I love my job here, I love working with you and Kiki. I love being your partner and working on NXX cases with you. I don’t want to lose it all.”

Artem was back to rubbing circles into your skin, this time at the base of your shoulder. “You won’t lose your job, I promise.”

“B-But, so many people have b-been fired because they r-report assault, I-I can’t l-let that happen.”

“Mc,” Artem said, his voice slightly stern, but still gentler than you’d ever heard it before, “please look at me.” Your eyes trailed up his body, which was still holding you, and finally met his eyes. “I won’t let that happen, okay?” His hand found your hair, gently combing through it with his fingers, “I promise you that you’ll be okay, that your job will be okay. I’ll put Julias in jail if it’s the last case I ever take, just please, please let me help you.” Before that day, you could never imagine Artem crying, but you knew the sight of his eyes filled with tears was real. He allowed you to see his emotions just as you’d allowed him to see yours. He wasn’t some emotionless lawyer who would allow his coworker to be fired because they told the truth. He was a man who’d openly share your emotions with you, even if that meant sharing your tears. You could trust him, you knew that now.

“Okay,” you let the word with a shaky breath, “I trust you, Artem.”

Artem stood up from his place next to you, not letting your hand go quite yet. He leaned over you, giving your forehead a gentle kiss, before looking into your eyes, determination filling his own sapphire ones. Your body slightly tensed when Artem finally removed his hand from yours, you quickly grew cold at the lack of his warmth, but you let him go. You watched his figure as he reached the door, taking one more glance behind him towards you, and left, shutting the door behind him. Eventually, you knew, everything would be okay again.

[badassbuchanan]

Taking Care of Needs

Request: Omg if you start writing for Lance and ransom I would love you forever! I absolutely love them!

Warnings: smut; non!con (kind of), dom!sub vibes, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, reader IS of age, rough, semi-public.

Word Count: 4725

A/N: okay so Lance is really fun to write for - requests and taglist are open!

The gymnasium had emptied out as the argument between me and Coach Tucker continued. It should’ve been a simple conversation. All I was asking for was extra access to the gym so that I could practice a little more each day. Something that I thought would’ve made Lance proud, or at least happy.

But, in true Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker fashion, he didn’t do what I expected him to do. Oh no, he shut the idea down straight away, with no reasonable explanation. Other than him doing it just to take advantage of his authority, of course.

“I’m not asking for a lot,” I crossed my arms sassily with a frown, looking at my coach who’d closed his eyes in frustration. He was just as tired of this conversation that was going around in circles, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down first. “But if you want me to get better-“

“This isn’t about you getting better,” He argued with an underlying anger in his voice, hands on his hips. “This is about you wanting more attention that the other girls.”

“Oh come on,” I rolled my eyes, watching as he mirrored my arms-crossed stance. His cockiness pissed me off. Standing there with his stupidly perfect face. How dare he tell me what I wanted. “You can’t seriously believe that’s why I’m asking.”

He shrugged sarcastically, lifting his hand before slapping it back down against his forearm. Lance turned on his heels to walk away from me before I could respond, obviously over the conversation. He knew I was aggravated, he was just trying to wind me up even more for his own amusement.

“Lance, you’re not listening to me.” I responded as my blood began to boil, almost bouncing out of frustration as I followed him into his office. “Do you want to see me fail? I need the extra time to be on my best game.”

He scoffed as he walked around to the back of his desk, adjusting some papers that were carelessly scattered on the surface. He was done giving me his time of day, he’d given me his answer and he expected me to listen. 

“I’m your coach, Y/N. You need what I tell you to need.” His voice was unsettlingly calm now. Lance was known for being a hot head. For lashing out and being dramatic. But he was quiet. Full of a dominance that dripped in confidence. It was like witnessing a calm before a storm. 

“Well then maybe I should find myself a coach that understands my needs.” I snapped childishly. I knew it wasn’t going to go down well. No one spoke back to Coach Tucker. Everyone loved Coach Tucker. Everyone was scared of Coach Tucker. Everyone had a crush on Coach Tucker. Which meant he always got his own way.

His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched as he looked at me like I was his prey. His whole body stilled as a dangerous thought entered his mind. I felt suddenly nervous and aroused under his stare as he walked around the side of the table closest to me. 

“This isn't about extra time in the gym at all, is it?” His eyebrow raised as his ass leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his toned body covered in the navy olympic sweater. 

I stayed silent, my teeth clenched in aggravation as I watched a cocky smile cover his face momentarily. Fuck. Was my attitude really that evident? I’d always been so obedient, especially when it came to Lance. If he told me to jump, I’d jump. If he told me to stretch, I’d stretch. If he told me to only drink water, I’d only drink water. If he told me to stop having sex, I stopped. And that’s exactly what the asshole had done. 

He’d put a hard ban on any kind of sexual activity in the lead up to the upcoming trials. Explicitly confirming that it also included masturbation. It had been weeks. Weeks of built up frustration and overwhelming need. Frustration that had turned me into a brat with a bad attitude.

“C’mere.” Lance leaned his head back slightly, jaw gesturing for me to go to him when I didn’t respond. I suddenly felt myself falling into a state of submission as I watched him grip his palms onto the edge of the desk next to his hips.

I stepped forward slowly in anticipation, swallowing nervously as I stood directly in front of him, his body towering over mine even from his slightly slouched position.

“Tell me. What is it that you need?” Lance arched his eyebrow as he looked down at me powerfully. His voice was dripping with confidence as he grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling it towards him. “Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t be a good coach if you don’t talk to me.” 

My throat went dry, my heartbeat rapidly increasing as I stood between his thick thighs. The lack of sexual attention had caused my senses to heighten, already become aroused by his simple touch on my hand. 

His strong grip had me imagining what it would be like to have his hands on other parts of my body. Sure, I’d thought about having sex with Lance before, but only in the privacy of my own bedroom. Only if I was desperate and needed to imagine something to cum to. 

“Let me ask you again,” He licked his lips, guiding my hand to palm his crotch over the silky material of his tracksuit pants. I gasped in shock of his sudden forwardness, the prominent outline of his thick cock hard against my palm as he tightened his grip around my wrist. “What is it that you need?”

I could feel how big he was, my panties dripping with arousal as I bravely squeezed his bulge beneath my fingers. I was in awe of just how thick he felt through his clothes, suddenly eager to get my hands on his hard member.

“Is it this?” Lance’s tone softened slightly, watching my hand palm over his throbbing cock. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his tip, lost in the feeling of my small hand on him. He licked his lips before letting his mouth hang open, his spare hand, wrist decorated with his watch, came up to grab my other hand, placing it on his hip to steady myself. 

“Do you need Coach to take care of that ache between your legs, baby? Is that it?” His voice was sickeningly sweet, speaking to me as if I were a child. My cheeks flooded pink, shamelessly palming Lance’s cock, embarrassed that it was drenching my leotard, material so tight it didn’t allow me to wear panties underneath. “Did I go too hard on you with the no sex rule, huh? Could that needy little pussy of yours not take it?”

Lance cupped my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding my hand on his crotch, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. I nodded slightly with a pout, closing my eyes in the pleasure. I eagerly parted my lips like an eager little slut for him, which Lance noticed, causing a shit eating grin to appear on his face. 

“It’s okay if that’s what you need, little one. You can tell me.” He pushed his thumb in my mouth, biting his lower lip as I sucked on his digit obediently. I let my tongue glide up and down the length of his thumb, treating it as if it were his cock I was sucking on. 

“Yes.” I whimpered out softly around his thumb, pressing my hand against his crotch harder as a soft grunt escaped his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at me expectantly as he waited for me to continue. “Please.”

“Such good manners, sweetheart.” He smirked in amusement at my cooperation. His eyes were blown out and full of lust as he nudged his thumb back into my mouth.

I welcomed him eagerly, my tongue laying flat against the pad of his thumb, my lips sucking around him with a hum.

“Such an eager little girl for your coach, aren’t you?” Lance’s tone dripped in sarcasm, something I usually fought back at. But I didn’t want it to end. I was far too invested in the feeling of his cock heavy against my hand.

My pussy juices had already started leaking down onto my leotard, clit throbbing at his filthy words. There was no denying Lance was fucking sexy. His perfect hair, chiseled jawline, glowy eyes, muscly body. How could I resist?

Lance pulled his thumb covered with my saliva from my mouth, looking into my eyes as he covered my lips with the wetness. I squeezed his cock harder than before, a strangled grunt leaving his lips before he smirked darkly down at me. He was high on the neediness he was drawing out of me. 

His thumb travelled down my jaw and throat before his hand wrapped around my neck. I let out a little whine as Lance squeezed my neck lightly, my innocent sparkly eyes gazing up at him. I got lost in the overwhelming scent of his aftershave mixed with hair gel.

“You can have it, baby.” Lance spoke sweetly, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at me. It was as if he’d read my mind. I was desperate to feel his hot, hard cock against my bare hand. “Take what you need.” 

Despite his instructions, I still looked up at him, asking for permission as my hands moved to the elasticated waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Lance rolled his eyes as he grew impatient, he was just as turned on as I was. He grabbed hold of my wrist with the hand that wasn’t around my neck. 

I swallowed nervously, looking up to meet his darkened eyes. “I said take it.” He growled deeply, guiding my hand inside his pants. To no surprise, Lance had gone commando, my fingers coming straight into contact with his soft, hot skin. 

I whimpered as he let go of my wrist, my head dropping to where my hand disappeared into his track pants. I bit my lip to muffle a moan, my fingers wrapping around his thick length. He was so soft, almost like velvet. His cock was heavy and throbbing under my touch.

My wetness felt like it was dripping down my thighs as I clenched around nothing, my pussy desperate to have him inside me.

Lance groaned as he watched me in awe of his cock, my thumb rubbing over his reddened tip. I thought about how full I would feel with him fucking into me, his rough hands on my waist as he impaled me on his cock.

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension building between my legs, but it barely helped. My pussy started to ache, a dull pain beginning to grow with my horny state.

Lance pulled his track pants away from his body, giving us both a clear view of his member. “Spit.” He instructed dominantly, my submissive side complying without hesitation. I spat down onto his cock, lubricating him as I pumped his length in my hand. I saw a small section of his tattoo that covered his crotch, secretly getting a thrill of knowing such a personal detail about him.

“So big.” I whimpered out weakly, desperate for sex. Lance’s eyes trailed down my body, noticing my pebbled nipple so evident through the thin leotard I wore.

He chuckled deviently, letting the elasticsted band snap back against his body. His hand moved away from my neck, unzipping the Olympic hoodie covering his torso.

He bucked up into my hand as he removed the jumper from his body, the short sleeved white polo hugged his muscular figure. He ran his hand through his perfectly placed hair before his hands went back to gripping the edge of the desk.

Lance’s eyes burned into my body as he bit his lip, unbelievably thankful that his plan to starve me of intimacy had worked out in his favour, just the way he’d planned.

Exactly the same as he was watching me now, Lance loved to watch me in the gymnasium. He paid special attention to the way my boobs jiggled so noticbly against my toned body. He noticed the tight material of the leotards hugging every crevice of my pussy. He noticed my ass stick out every time I stuck a landing. Oh, he’d noticed. He’d also noticed the way his cock reacted every time he did.

“C’mere.” He mumbled in a raspy voice, looking at me with nodded eyes as his fingers hooked into the leg opening on the leotard to pull me closer. I shuffled toward him, our chests almost pressing together as I stood between his thighs. I felt the movement of my hand pumping his cock hitting my lower tummy every time as his hand snaked around to my ass. 

Lance pushed my long pony tail around to my back before cupping my cheek with his calloused fingers. He hissed as my hand fucked him, thighs flexing at the overwhelming sensation. 

Lance leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that was so soft and yet had an overwhelming dominance to it. One that made me let out a whimper, craving to have him do it again. And he did.

I opened my mouth as my hand that was jerking him off picked up the pace. Lance ran his tongue over my lips before gently pushing it between my teeth teasingly. He let out a groan, his hand massaging my ass cheek.

“Listen carefully, baby.” Lance growled through clenched teeth, our kiss becoming sloppy as it deepened. My pussy throbbed as I imagined his cock fucking me, my spare hand feeling the muscles on his chest as I got lost in the moment. “I’m the only one who can have you. And I want you to come and tell me whenever that sweet little pussy gets needy. I’ll look after you, I promise.”

His words had my clit throbbing with lust, my hand pumping his cock hard as I felt it twitch, signalling he was almost at his climax. I nodded softly, desperately pecking his lips repeatedly as his hands spread my ass cheeks apart.

“But you’ve got to stop being a brat, okay?” Lance grunted irritably, remembering how argumentative I’d been with him earlier. “I hate seeing my favourite girl trying to act all bitchy and demanding. It doesn’t suit you.” 

“Yes coach.” I whimpered submissively, moaning at the feeling of Lance’s fingers digging between my ass cheeks to massage my pussy. I bucked my hips forward, my clit nudging his shaft as my chest pushed against his.

“Good girl.” Lance moaned softly, looking down between our bodies at where his cock was touching my pussy. He pulled me closer roughly, both of my hands coming up to his shoulders to steady myself. His cock rested between our bodies, hard and needy for attention.

Lance’s fingers pushed the crotch of my leotard to the side, sliding effortlessly between my slick folds. “Lance.” I cried out softly, so sensitive from being kept pure for weeks. My hips bucked forward, my pelvis grinding against his length.

A shiver went through my body as my nipples rubbed against his chest through the material of our clothes.

“Listen to how wet you are for me,” He grunted in amusement, imagining my pussy wetting his dick. I closed my eyes, breathing shakily as I listened to his fingers pushing in and out of my hole with a squelching sound. “Fuck, my fingers are basically slipping out.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his needily, relaxing into his touch as I pushed my ass out for him. Lance smirked at my action, kissing me back as he gripped the base of his cock, angling it to nudge against my pussy.

“Fuck.” I moaned with a squeak, immediately rocking my hips forward to guide him between my folds. Lance slid his cock between my pussy lips, drenching himself in my wetness.

“Tell me what you need.” Lance growled, both hands on my hips as he glided my pussy up and down his cock, making me feel so good without being inside me.

“You.” I whimpered desperately, almost crying with frustration as I clung to his shoulders, looking down at where his thick length slid between my legs.

“You’ve got me,” Lance reminded me without hesitation, experimentally bucking his hips forward to meet my movements. I gasped at the feeling of his tip pushing against my entrance, my hand moving up to play with his groomed hair. “What do you need?”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out shakily, my head clouded by the building pleasure inside of me. I couldn’t think straight, I just knew what Lance was telling me. I needed a fuck, and he was going to be the one to do it. “Pound me. Hurt me. Take me. I don’t care, I just need you.”

Lance slapped my ass harshly, satisfied by my desperate state as he forced me to take a step back. “Bend over the desk.” He instructed with a deep voice, watching my bewildered state as I tried to clear my head.

I processed his demand and moved quickly, laying my body down on the tidy part of his desk, my ass on display for him. I rested on my elbows and turned my head to the side to look at Lance.

He pursed his lips together as he stood up straight, moving to stand directly behind me. My leotard was still pushed to the side, my pussy lips on display for him.

Lance didn’t hesitate to rub his tip against my entrance, my aching hole already having to stretch for him. I clawed at the desk, my back arching as I tried to wiggle his cock into me.

“Stop wiggling you little brat.” Lance growled, forcing my hips against the hard wood of his desk as he stepped forward, his shaft sliding a little more into me.

“But it hurts.” I whimpered with a pout, a hard ache in my clit from where it was pushed against the desk. Lance didn’t listen, my whine sending him into a world of euphoria.

His jaw clenched as he sheathed himself fully inside me, my tight walls restricting his movements. I let out a cry as I tried to take in his large size, feeling like I was being split in half.

“You still want a new coach, baby? You think someone else would take care of you like this?” Lance grunted, having the decency to still his hips inside of me while I adjusted. “Fucking say it.”

He used his right hand to smack my ass cheek harshly when I didn’t respond, errupting a loud whimper from me. “No, I want you coach.” I licked my lips, turning my head to the side as I look back at him. The movement made his dick impale me even deeper, my body weakening under his touch.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Tell me who I am.” Lance whispered, unable to stop his hips from beginning to fuck in and out of me. He’d tried to wait, but if he stayed still inside of my tight walls any longer, he would instantly cum.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip as Lance’s hips pressed further into me, his cock pushing against my tummy. I grip onto the edge of the table, clenching my pussy around him.

“Say it.” Lance demanded, his hand coming down to spank my ass harshly. I whimpered at the feeling, my hips jolting forward which made his cock move inside me. The pain of his hard length had began to subside, leaving me with a dull ache of need rather than soreness.

“You’re my coach.” I moaned out and rocked my hips back against him again, taking him by surprise as his hands grip my ass, pulling it harder against him.

Lance grunted in pleasure, his eyes fixed on watching his cock disappear between my ass cheeks. He pulled his hips back before pushing them forward, slowly starting to fuck me.

“Say it again.” He growled, his pace quickening as the feeling of my walls hugging his shaft had him twitching inside of me.

Lance pounded into me as I rocked my hips back against him as much as I could with his strong hands controlling my hips. I moaned in pure extacy, the slight pain of his rough fucking only had my pussy tingling with pleasure. “Coach.”

“Huh? Who am I? Say it louder, little one.” His degrading tone had me biting m lip, my tits rubbing against the hard wood of the desk with every thrust.

“Coach,” I cried as Lance leaned forward to push his chest against my back, giving him even more of a deeper angle. “My coach.”

I breathed out shakily, using all my strength to push up on my elbows, then onto my hands as I pressed my back against his chest even harder.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m your coach.” He moaned sexily, his hands moved up my sides to cup my boobs harshly. I felt his fingers dig into the material of my leotard, hearing a rip as I looked down, his strong grip ripping the material against my chest.

“Lance.” I whimpered with a slight annoyance, his hands cupping my bare boobs from where he’d torn my outfit as he continued to fuck into me.

He just scoffed at my whine with a smirk, tugging on my hardened nipples as my palms pressed flat into the surface of the desk to steady myself.

I could feel his cock deeper inside of me from this angle, the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through his office.

His breath tickled my neck, his length slamming in and out of me harshly as he fucked me on his desk. I whimpered at the angle, my clit nudging the edge of the table with every thrust.

My legs started to tingle as he fucked me into the table. I could feel my orgasm bubbling up inside of me, thighs clenching together for more friction.

“Leg up, baby.” Lance instructed, one of his hands coming down to smack my right thigh when I didn’t immediately do as I was told.

I liked the feeling of his cock rubbing between my pressed together thighs, his legs caging mine in. I didn’t want to change the angle, not when I was so close to my high.

“What, did I fuck you stupid or are you just being disobedient?” Lance growled angrily, not liking the fact that I challenged his dominance. I could feel the silky material of his pants press against my thighs where he’d been too lazy to take them off. “Listen to your coach, sweetie.”

I whimpered with a pout, sightly worried that he’d stop fucking me if I didn’t listen to him. I lifted my leg up, bending my knee to sit my calf under my thigh. I whimpered, my pussy still full cock his cock as he watched me squirm, his movements deepening with the new position.

I squeezed around his cock repeatedly, overwhelmed with pleasure. He was fucking right. No one else could make me feel as good as he could. I was his.

“Lance.” I cried out erotically with a moan, bouncing myself on his cock. Lance met my thrusts with small groans, my pussy lips dragging up and down his shaft with every movement.

“So fucking needy for your coach.” He grunted, jolting his hips back and forth aggressively. His pace quickened as slapping sounds of our bodies touching continued to fill the room.

“Am I right?” Lance’s hands gripped my hips, standing back up straight to get a better view of me. I whimpered and turn my head to face him, meeting the gaze of his eyes, his eyebrow arched as his lips parted. “Huh?”

“Yes.” I breathed out shakily as I clenched around his cock, his words still making me wet. His cock continued to pound in and out of me as I start circling my hips, causing us both to let out a moan.

“Who do you belong to?” Lance growled, pushing my chest down against the hard wood table by a hand on my shoulder. He kept his hand there, holding me down as he pounded into me.

“You, coach.” I complied with his questioning, arching my back as his hand holds my hip still, letting him take back full control as I am now unable to move.

“Say it.” He demanded, letting his head drop back as his mouth hangs open, almost completely exhausted.

“I’m yours.” I finally released the words he’d so desperately needed to hear. His pace quickened as he chased his high.

“I’m gunna cum.” His cock twitched at my words as he lets out a soft moan, his hips smashing against my ass as he took me from behind.

“Not inside me.” I cried out in a last sensible thought before closing my eyes as I felt my climax take over. I let out a loud moan, holding onto his hand that was on my hips as I rode out th hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck.” Lance grunted, ignoring my words as his hips jolted irraticly as he began losing control. “Take it.”

“Lance, fuck. Not inside me.” I moaned, clenching around his length as the throbbing between my legs began to subside, coming down from my high.

“Oh yeah,” His hand came up to my arm, forcefully tugging me to stand up, our bodies flush against each other. His hands dropped to dig into my hips, fucking my ass against his pelvis. “Gunna drench that needy pussy in my cum.”

I moaned softly, my sensitive pussy aching to feel his cum. But what if I got pregnant? So close to trials. I pushed my hand back against his hip, but Lance wouldn’t stop, he needed to cum inside me.

“Don’t panic, baby. Coach knows what you need, remember?” Lance breathed shakily as the overwhelming pleasure of his cum filling me up washed over him. He let out a moan, a soft grunt following as his thrusts come to a halt, finshing inside me.

“Fuck.” He panted, leaning his head back in a moment of bliss before he pulled his softening cock out of my pussy.

I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, our mixed juices running down the inside of my thigh as Lance tucked himself back into his pants. I quickly adjusted the crotch area of my leotard back into position.

“You gunna be less bratty now?” Lance asked sweetly, forcing me to face him as his finger came to hold my chin up, our eyes meeting.

“Yes, coach.” I answered dotingly, my eyes fucked out and glazed over as Lance licked his lips.

“There’s my good girl.” He spoke softly, eyes dropping to my lips before he planted a kiss on them.

“We’ll work on your new schedule starting tomorrow.” He snapped back into business mode, stepping away as he moved to grab the navy jumper which he’d previously discarded onto the desk. “You can have all the extra time in the gym you need, you just have to come and see me in my office before you do.”

Lance and I both knew he didn’t mean ‘see him in his office’. He meant come and suck me off. He meant let me fuck you like a whore. He meant that this was going to happen again. And my heart beamed with joy at thought.

“Yes coach.” I spoke obediently as he handed me his Olympic jumper, a frown of confusion covering my face. “Won’t people know we fucked or something if I go out wearing this?”

Lance shrugged, cocky as ever as a shit eating grin covered his face. “Up to you, Sweetie.” He leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms, just as he had done when we’d first entered. “But go out wearing that,” Lance gestured at my chest with his hand, and I suddenly realised he was referring to the gaping hole he’d created. “And they’ll definitely know.”

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Untamed (chapter 5 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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It was dark by the time you woke, that much was clear since Hawks had pulled the curtains back and the only source of light was coming from the fireplace. Your chest, facing the fire, felt warm; but, your back, despite being wrapped in blankets, felt bare and cold.

Hawks was no longer nuzzled in the assortment of bedding with you, and while that shouldn't have mattered to you that much, it strangely did. You felt a tinge of anxiety as you sat up; but, then, you spotted him, or more accurately his wings, as he was fumbling around with something in the kitchen.

He had seen or felt you stirring, that much was clear when Hawks came speeding around into the living room with a water bottle in hand. His hair was a scraggly mess and he was naked, glistening with various fluids and clearly very unwashed.

"Here," he offered, slinking back into the mess of sheets and pillows.

You chugged half the water bottle down, parting with a sigh and watched Hawks hastily gulp down what was left before carelessly tossing the bottle away. It didn't land on the ground, zipped away and tossed in the trash by one of his feathers.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

One of his hands caressed the side of your neck, fingers wrapped loosely around the back and thumb prodding at your jaw. He turned your head slightly one way, then the next, examining you.

His concerned tone and the worry etched all over his face, along with his examination, had you frowning. Annoyance surfaced at Hawks behaving as if he had something wrong or even hurt you.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you asked bluntly, not bothering to mask the irritation in your tone.

His eyebrows lowered slightly and his lips puckered into a pout. However, there was some ease on his face, pleased to know you hadn't lost your wits or bite. That was always a good sign.

"You know why," he uttered lowly.

"It was so horrible. That's why I begged you to keep going," you replied dryly.

It was worth the sass to watch his cheeks darken just a little bit. Hawks was very rarely the kind of get shy; but, he had exposed a very hidden part of himself to you, something dark and feral that wasn't exactly good for a pro hero, or any person for that matter.

"Keigo," you uttered, shifting your tone to something gentler. "I really did enjoy it. It didn't hurt or anything. You just wore me out, and - aheh - that was a new record for us, yeah?"

His frown slowly shifted into a faint smile. "A record for me," he uttered, shifting his gaze away. "But, I didn't get you there nearly as much."

"Come on, you know it's not that easy; and, it's not like it didn't feel good - every second of it," you protested, hand landing on his chest, right over his heart.

Hawks' skin felt sticky, no doubt with your combined sweat and possibly other fluids. But, you didn't dare retreat, staring at him with dedication until he finally looked back at you.

"How was it for you?" you asked sincerely. "Was it good - was I good?"

Hawks' eyes lit up as if he couldn't believe you had to even ask.

"Holy fu-" he breathed. "I didn't wanna make you worry or anything, so I didn't say it; but, alone, I wouldn't, y'know, masturbate. Just-" He paused to take a deep breath. "-week long stiffy."

He paused again to let out a brief, debilitating laugh. You, however, weren't laughing, frowning at the winged hero.

"So, I wasn't sure what to expect," he continued. "With you here and - well, you know, so I could-"

Hawks paused, leaning in to kiss you in an attempt to wipe the sour look off your face and to get himself to stop blabbering on senselessly.

"But, babe," he continued hastily, "goddamn, you were so, so good. Never felt so satisfied in my fucking life."

For a man who was always so secretive, always wearing a mask, the truth sounded so good on his lips, like he couldn't wait to tell you, like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders. He was wearing a small smile, eyes wrinkled at the corners, with a faint red tint on his cheeks.

"You satisfy me, too, y'know?" you whispered softly. "Always. So, I - I'm happy that I can give you that, too."

"Oh, babe," Hawks replied, matching your tone, albeit more sweetly. "This isn't new. You always make me feel so good. That's why I always come back, begging for more."

"Begging, huh? That's an option?" you teased hoarsely, leaning in to peck at the corner of his lips.

Hawks smiled, turning his head to kiss you properly, parting with a wet smack after a few seconds.

"If it's what you want?" he offered, whispering against your lips. "Me begging? Dirty girl."

You laughed softly at his teasing. If you were being honest with yourself, you were enraptured at the mere mental image, not that Hawks was too above getting on his knees for you, typically to reach your sex with his mouth. He didn't mind doing it on concrete, either, especially after a patrol, with his jumpsuit clinging to his sweaty body.

"Could I beg for something right now?" you asked softly.

"'course, babe," Hawks replied, his smile unwavering.

"Can I take a shower?" you muttered.

His brow lifted, eyes widening almost comically, and he flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah - yeah - you don't have to ask - oh - ohhh - I kinda growled at you huh-" Hawks cut off with nervous laughter, one of his hands flying up to push sweaty hair out of his face.

"You know," you began, voice a little hoarse, "you could do that outside of your rut, too?"

Hawks licked his lips before they curled into a grin. "Yeah? You like that? I can do that. Whatever you want," he replied suavely, as if you had just given him permission to do something quite dastardly.

"Ugh-" he stammered, charmed expression immediately shifting into something adorably nervous. "Before you - can I - can I look?"

To make his point clearer, Hawks slowly pulled the blanket off your body, sliding it away from your legs until you were nude to the air inside the cabin. His hands touched your knees but didn't pry them apart. Instead, you opened your legs for him, feeling a flush of nervousness as something very wet gushed from your folds, the hypersensitivity making the feeling intensified.

Hawks looked down, cheeks red and eyes comically wide; instead of following his gaze, you watched him, intrigued by the expression he was wearing. If you were being honest, it looked like the face a child made the first time they came across porn on the internet.

"Oh," he blurted dumbly.

If he didn't look so damn cute, you probably would have smacked him. It was embarrassing, if the mess looked how it felt, which it did. Hawks could see thick globs of his seed oozing from your cunt, like something out of a porno and not reality.

He swallowed loudly, resisting the urge to use his fingers to smear it all over your sex.

"Keigo?" you uttered, catching his attention suddenly.

"Sorry," he replied hoarsely. "That's really fucking hot."

His bold statement had your heart thundering with praise. However, as much as he might have enjoyed the sight of his seed dripping out of you, you were quite over it. That must have been written all over your face, for the winged hero flushed nervously.

"I'll - ugh - get you to the - the shower," Hawks stammered, standing up and carefully bringing you with him.

You didn't protest when you lifted you into his arms and carried you across the cabin, heading for the bathroom. More oozed out when he set you on your feet, and Hawks paused to stare, watching a heavy droplet slide down your inner thigh.

You dramatically cleared your throat and Hawks jolted as if you had slapped him. He staggered away, leaning into the shower to turn the nozzle. He remained standing nearby, one hand under the running water to check the temperature.

After a minute or so, and some fiddling with the knob, he pulled his hand away.

"There, scalding, just how you like it," he teased.

"Oh, shut up," you huffed harmlessly, carefully stepping past him to enter the shower.

You were surprised when he followed in after you, not because you were discomforted by his accompaniment, but because you were surprised you both managed to fit. The shower was clearly not made for couples. It made you wonder if Hawks ever expected to have someone else here with him.

Hawks carefully slid into the spot behind you as the warm water gently pummeled your front, soaking your hair and washing away the sweat. He tucked his wings in tight against his back to avoid smacking the walls and waited for his turn under the stream.

However, that thought died when he caught the sight of your back, littered with pink bruises and two large marks the shape of his teeth. Without thinking, he arched over you to kiss at the bite marks he had left over your shoulders and upper back. You whined at the sudden touch and the slight pain that blossomed on the bruised skin.

"Sorry," Hawks uttered sharply and suddenly, reeling back so quickly that he smacked into the wall, as if he had lost control for a moment.

"I should leave-" he choked out, pushing the sliding door to the shower back open.

You sharply turned around to stop him. As you took in the sight of him, you realized that he was hard again, which was likely what prompted his retreat. Well, it was an attempted retreat anyway, for you grabbed at his arm, stopping him halfway out.

"Keigo, it's okay," you uttered softly, pulling him back into the shower.

He looked comically terrified as you dragged him back into the stall and under the flowing current of the shower head. His hands smacked onto the wall and his feet skidded against the tiles as he tried not to collide with you. His wings shuddered behind him, feathers trying to remain tucked in tight against his back, resisting the urge to flex out.

"Can you be gentle?" you asked, in less of a questioning tone, and more of a guiding one.

You could see the fear melt away and unbridled, raw passion began to glow in his gold eyes.

"Fuck - really? Y-yeah," he breathed.

His tone, so grateful, so happy, tugged at your heartstrings and made your clit throb faintly between your legs. You were ashamed to think that you could still get aroused after such an eventful morning. Yet, you had no doubt, he could easily slip in right now without any preparation. It was an exciting thought.

You turned around slowly, folded your arms against the wall and laid your cheek against them, before propping up on your toes, presenting to him. Hawks braced an arm on the wall with a sudden smack that startled you. He let out a low exhale, and you wondered if he nearly fell over.

"Fuck," he sighed, confirming that suspicion. "I really - really gotta make it up to you," he uttered, hands slowly sliding over your plump hips.

"Nothing to make up," you protested softly. "'m enjoying myself, too."

He didn't pull or move you, but brought himself in. You felt the tops of his thighs against the back of yours, his knees getting knocking against you, toes curling where they touched your own feet.

You weren't surprised at how easily he slipped in. Hawks, however, clearly was, for he whined like an injured pup, and you felt his head fall forward and collide with your back. A drawn-out shudder ran through him, from head to toe, and you felt every inch of it.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned into your skin. He leaned back enough to kiss at one of your bruises. "No more bites," he promised. "Just - mmm-" he cut off and you felt the heat of his tongue lapping at the bite marks while he grumbled out a please hum.

Instead of one of his feathers, a long, calloused digit dipped between your folds to flick back and forth at your pearl in long strokes, forcing a pleased whine from deep in your throat.

As you requested, he set a steady pace, just enough force to be enjoyable, but not anything like this morning. Like this, he reached that perfect spot that made you keen. He seemed to be enjoying the drag well enough, if his soft moans and huffed exhales were anything to go by.

"That's perfect," you sobbed, nails scratching against the wall tiles.

"Yeah?" he uttered hopefully.

His boyish tone caught you a little off guard, not that it was unwanted. He seemed excited at the thought of getting you to come. It was hardly a priority for you most of the time. It felt good and that was all that mattered; Hawks, however, was a man on a mission.

"Like that?" he groaned, right into your ear.

He didn't change anything, but desired the confirmation that he was doing it right.

"Yes, Keigo," you uttered weakly. Immediately, you changed your mind. "No - harder," you added on insistently.

He obeyed, delivering a little more force to the movement of his hips, and then, it really was perfect. You pushed back against the wall, legs straining to keep yourself upright, to meet his thrusts, to keep him at that perfect angle. You threatened to fall when your orgasm hit you, but Hawks had an arm wrapped around your waist in record time.

Your combined screams echoed in the tiny shower stall, and you realized faintly that he was coming, too. His wings unconsciously jutted out and smacked the wall. Hawks, however, couldn't be bothered to care, and kept thrusting into you until every drop was spent.

You tilted your head back and he lowered his, meeting you in a sloppy kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth. His cock softened, surprisingly, and popped free, leading you to wonder if you had finally exhausted him, at least for today.

The pleased, blissed out look on his face was something downright pornographic, but beautiful as ever. Even when you turned your head away from the kiss, he lingered, lips brushing your cheek. His tongue darted out to taste your skin, and you growled.

"Guh - stop that," you scolded him, arm shifting back and threatening to elbow him.

He didn't apologize, unsurprisingly, but he did stop.

Hawks reached up, uttering, "the shower head detaches", and pulled it down to make his point. Sure enough, it extended with a metallic sound as the internal hose dragged.

"Actually," you uttered. "You said you'll make it up to me?"

Hawks hummed agreeingly.

"Clean me," you demanded softly.

He chuckled into the space above your shoulder, whispering, "yes, ma'am."

In the days that followed, Hawks bent you over the chabudai, propped you up on the counter tops in the kitchen, against the door when you threatened to step outside without him. You were almost embarrassed to admit that his angered state had aroused you senselessly.

On one of the warmer days, he took you outside, held you up against a tree with your legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked you until you forgot how cold it was. At some point, his momentum had become too feverous, and knocked some snow off the tree, which coated the both of you.

Together, you melted the snow off in front of the fireplace. He stared at you, then, as if he couldn't believe you were real. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, as he wondered if this was a fever dream and not reality.

"Birdie, talk to me," you asked, breaking him out of his stupor.

"I'm just so happy," he answered, looking a little weak, for just a moment.

"Me, too," you whispered, feeling him fold over you, bringing you into an embrace, before his wings followed, wrapping around you like a crimson blanket.

When the final day came, you spent the morning cleaning the cabin together, just the same as you did when you first arrived. Hawks cleared the ashes out of the fireplace while you dusted. He put covered the furniture, using his wings to gain some height to make it easier, while you folded the freshly washed bedding and tucked it away in the chest upstairs.

He looked like a new man, if you were being honest. His feathers were bright and shiny, elegantly draped behind him in their neat assembly of twin wings. His skin practically glowed and his eyes were sharp. There was bounce in his step and he was practically buzzing with energy. You couldn't help but feel smug at the sight. His rut was ending well satisfied for the first time in his entire life-

-because of you.

When everything was done, Hawks suddenly descended upon you, arms winding around your waist and lips assaulting your cheek in feathery kisses.

You giggled at the onslaught, ceasing when he whispered into your ear, "one last time? -before the taxi arrives?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little, scolding harmlessly, "horny bird."

"Ahuh," he agreed with a smirk.

You pushed against him until he let out go and glanced around the room, debating on what position and location suited your fancy. Hawks watched silently, intrigued and excited, as you walked around the cabin. He followed, hot on your heels, reaching for you every time you paused only to be shrugged off.

Luckily, it didn't take you long to choose a spot, grab Hawks by the arm, and drag him. He didn't have to be told twice, and pinned you there, leaning over you predatorily. Limbs tangled and lips met in a hurry to have each other one more time before you were whisked back to your hero lives.

[headcannonsbutwrittenbyasnake]

hi lol how would the twist guys react to meeting DMC!yuu's family?

I swear you guys spoil me (Also I'm only going to do Heartslubyul at the moment)

How ever it happened, Yuu's Dad, Uncle, and Cousin all came to Twisted Wonderland

Dante's first words upon seeing Ramshackle are "Well it's not as bad as Devil May Cry!"

The ghost are terrified of Vergil, they don't know why and they aren't gonna ask

Nero is just worried for Yuu's safety

"Are you sure you're okay? This place is a shit hole." "I've put time and effort to make this place livable! Call it a shit hole again, I dare you."

Grimm, oh poor Grimm. When he starts mouthing off, its Vergil who responds first?

"Hm? Yuu! How do you live with such a creature?"

Grimm also witnessed the first family fight!

"DANTE!" "Oh no what did you do now dad?" "How should I know?"

Grimm legit thought Vergil murdered Dante in front of him

Dante:*walks around with a large summon sword through his chest* "Hey little kitty, what's up?"

Yeah Grimm thought he saw a zombie

And that's how the rest of NRC found out about the Sparta family reunion!

Grimm ran out to Heartslubyul to cry to Ace and Deuce, overheard by Riddle, Cater, and Trey

And once they all get to Ramshackle, the first thing they see is two grown-ass men trying to kill each other (In their eyes atleast) and another trying to angrily break it up

"WOULD YOU TWO DUMB ASSES STOP FUCKIN' FIGHTING? WE HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS RIGHT NOW!"

Cue the meme of the son and father sitting infront of the mother telling them off

How many rules has they broke? No one knows! But Riddle is about to have an aneurysm

"WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND BREAK SO MANY RULES!" - Riddle

Yuu is just watching this all go down while sipping some tea in the background

Ace, Deuce, Trey, and Cater are talking to Nero and Yuu trying to get the full story

"Listen, I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but those two fighting like that isn't something to worry about." "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THAT IT ISN'T SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT?!" - Ace

After explaining the family dynamic and all the boys processing it, Trey was the first to respond

"Are you sure it's really okay? It doesn't hurt?" " Nah we're all used to it!" "Yuu, I don't think that's healthy."

Once they finish talking, and Riddle finish telling the twins off (Thankfully magic held the twins in place) Deuce recognize them

"Hey wait! You're Yuu's dad, uncle, and cousin right? She's shown us photos of you!" "You really only just put two and two together Deuce?" -Ace

"So regularly people have magic here, huh? And you're sure there isn't any human sacrifices?" - Dante

While they are all talking it out Cater takes a photo and puts it on Magicam (Yuu gave him permission)

Cue said post blowing up because A)Literally every Sparta is hot and B) Yuu and Nero are just adorable acting like chaotic siblings in the background

"Is there a library here? I wish to find out as much about this world as I can." "NRC has one of the best libraries around! I'll bring you there right away!" Yeah surprising, Riddle and Vergil get along well together!

"Yuu mentioned how the only one who can match her in a fight is her cousin!" "Let me guess, you wanna see us fight?" "Yep!"

Leave it to Ace to ask for a fight

Sitting on the porch of Ramshackle, the occupants of Heartslubyul and Grimm made themselves comfortable. Watching as Yuu and Nero where getting ready for a fight.

"Weapons or no weapons?" Yuu asked,

"Of course weapons! They want a show lets give 'em one." Nero said the last part sarcastically.

"Alright, ready?" Yuu pulled a thin, decorative sword that's blade was shaped like a moving serpent.

"Really the 'Setan Kober'*?" Nero asked,

"Hey! He hasn't been used for a while and he's itching for a fight."

"If I may ask, what's so special about that sword?" Trey raised his hand, asking the question they all wanted to know.

"It's an old Kriss*, when it was being made the blacksmith was interrupt by a pretty nasty demon. The blacksmith was trying to put more power into it and because the demon interrupted him, the power got corrupted. So if a regular person were to use it they'd get arrogant and reckless, causing them to be killed." Yuu explained

"And since Yuu went on a mission and killed a Djinn* that was harming a family, they asked her to take the cursed weapon of their hands." Nero added,

"Wait, so why isn't Yuu affected?" Ace asked,

"Simple, I'm stronger than it." Yuu put her hand on her hips, looking proud.

"Whatever you dork, lets fight already."

Yuu flipped the Kriss in her hands, holding it in a reverse grip. Nero pull a large sword off his back and held it in his hand. Nero leaped forwards, quickly closing the gap, trying to slice at Yuu. Quickly moving out of the way, Yuu sliced Nero on the arm. Nero gripped the handle of the sword and turned it.

VROOOM

The noise of an engine came out of it. Nero swung the sword at her once again, this time with flames trialing the blade. Yuu got hit in the side in with the sword, getting knocked of her feet and skidding across the ground. Yuu quickly twisted her body so she could land on her hands and feet, then quickly launched forward. She quickly stabbed Nero in the arm not holding the sword. Nero, upon being stabbed, let go of his sword and reached out to grab Yuu. Wrapping his arm around the front of yuu hips, he picked her up into the air and slammed her into the ground. On the ground Yuu kicked her leg out getting in between Nero's. Bending her knee around his, she knock him off balance and rolled on top of him, pointing the tip of the Kriss at his neck.

"I win!" Yuu teased.

"Yeah, yeah, now get off of me, my arm hurts." Yuu stood up and offered a hand to Nero, which he took.

"Is this how you two usually fight?" Deuce asked, eyes wide.

"Yeeaah, why?" Yuu asked, yawning.

"We thought you two where trying to kill each other? And what the fuck is up with your sword?!"

"Ahhh, don't worry about them! This isn't even them really fighting..." Dante patted Ace on the back

"I really don't want to see you guys when you're angry..."

Now that most of the Spartas are in wonderland, what mischief will they get up to?~

* The Kriss is a dagger (also sometimes referred to as a sword) from Javanese origin. Mostly know for its wavy blade, its also commonly used in Pencak Silat, a type of martial arts native to Indonesia

* The Setan Kober is the name of a Kriss from a Javanese folk tale

Also to note: I'm not an expert in Java/ Indonesian folk lore nor in any marital arts

This was really fun for me to write! If anyone asks, I'll do the other dorms in the future!

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Even the Losers

Chapter 16

Chapter 1     Chapter 15

Marinette blinked as the room around her slowly came into focus.  She tried to bring her hand up to rub her head to help alleviate her pulsing headache but her hands weren’t responding.  It felt like there was a weight on them.  Or like they were being held down, bound.  Marinette’s eyes flew open and her heart started pounding as she searched the room for the akuma.  She looked at her hands and silently cursed to herself.  Not only were her arms bound to the arms of a wooden chair, she saw her own naked hands instead of her distinct red suit.  

She groaned and looked around for any clues to where she was being held and what the akuma might be.  If she could figure out their powers, she might be able to figure out how to get out of this.  She stopped when she saw a man in a green suit making his way toward her.  She blinked a few more times taking in his suit and hat.  “Is that… are those question marks?  Are you a question akuma?” she muttered out in French.

The man tilted his head at her.  “You’ll find English is necessary if you want to get out of this one alive, young Wayne.”

Marinette stared at the man a few more seconds, letting his words settle in her head as things started to click in her mind.  She wasn’t in Paris.  This wasn’t an akuma, because there weren’t akumas anymore. She and Adrien had defeated his father. She was in Gotham.  She had been on her way home after a disastrous dinner at the Wayne’s. This was a Gotham villain, not a Parisian one.  This was the Riddler.

Marinette breathed out a sigh of relief before her face scrunched in frustration.  “Are you kidding me?  Are you kidding me right now?  You had to do this right now?”

“Oh, I never kid about riddles.  Now, is not the time to panic, Little Lady,” he taunted.

“Oh, you have no fucking clue.  Now is most definitely NOT the time, but you made it the time,” she hissed at him.  “Do you have ANY idea how bad my week is going?  My night?  Do you? Do you have any idea of the trauma and nightmares I’m going to have to deal with already?  And that was before you forced me to witness your suit in person. And can you comprehend the mental and emotional cataclysm I’m already going to have to endure?  And you’re pulling this shit?  Now?”

“I’m just going to ask a few questions and then it’ll all be over and then you can have your little mental breakdown,” he jeered condescendingly.

She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to lunge at him, but her chest was tied to the chair, holding her back, and she’d never hated rope more than she did in that moment.  She growled and glared at him.  “Oh thank you for the permission.  And for the record, it won’t be little.  It’s going to be a monufuckingmental breakdown.  Thank you very much.  Granted it isn’t everything on Earth is destroyed but me and one other person, who caused it in the first place, level of bad.  But I think I’m justified in needing to take a fucking second to think and process. A second I’m not going to fucking get now am I?  Because of you.”  She turned her head to the side in frustration but her eyes got caught on a small red light.  Her mouth dropped open.  “Are you recording this?” she yelled at him.  That complicated things considerably.  Now she needed to watch her words.  Now she needed to make sure she didn’t expose anything.  Well that just sucked even more.

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a game show without an audience, now would it,” he purred.

She scowled at him.  “By all means, record this to watch later.  Most people aren’t looking to get bitch slapped as hard as you’re going to get so publicly, but to each their own, I guess.  But, consent is a thing and next time, keep me out of it.”

She strained against the ropes holding her hands to the chair arms.  She glowered at him when they proved too tight for her to move her wrists.  “Also, it’s already not much of a game show.  If you have to knock out people and tie them down just to get them to play, either your show sucks or your host does.  Or in this case, both.”

“Now, now,” he snarled, his smile considerably more strained than it had been before.  “We’re just testing the newest Wayne to see how you’re going to fit in.”

“I could have told you that without all this,” she glowered.  “But you wanted to be a big man and ask a question.  So ask your little question.  Be a big man putting a bound, petite, non-native English speaking woman, in her place.  Although if that’s what it takes to make you feel like a man, that’s one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever heard.”

Riddler seethed at her, attempting to keep his face neutral, but failing spectacularly.  One of the Waynes should be afraid of him.  He had been hoping the new one would finally give him a Wayne that cowered in fear.  Instead, he got yet another feral child.  He gripped his question mark staff tightly, fighting the urge to hit her with it.  It was too early to start.  She’d get her punishment soon enough.  He looked up with a grin.  Very soon.

He looked back at her with a sadistic smirk. “Fine.  I’d hate to keep a lady waiting.  Perhaps first I should start with the stakes.”  He moved closer to smile in her face.  “Think well on your answer young Wayne, because for every question you get wrong,” he pointed up with his staff, “a knife falls.”

Marinette let out a deep, annoyed sigh and looked up to see a series of knives tied to the ceiling right above her seat.  She sighed and gave him a flat look. “Really?  That’s the best you could do?  You realize what I’ve been faced with before, right? Or did you not do your research?”  She narrowed her eyes at him.  “You look like a man who never does his research.”

Riddler sidled up to her in a step, his face a few centimeters from her own.  “We can start by testing out the knives if you’d prefer.”

Marinette leaned her head back.  Even if she couldn’t talk him out of making one drop, it wasn’t going to get her.  They would miraculously get diverted just enough to miss her.  Luck could be a bitch when it was against you and he’d left too much up to chance.  “Already changing the rules of the game?  What were you saying about a good game show?  Guess you really don’t care.”

“Fine!” Riddler screamed.  He walked away a few steps and turned back to her with a malicious glint in his eyes.  “Let’s start slow, shall we?  Starting in 1881, this hall brightened Paris’ nights while darkening its satire.  What is the name of this baby of Salis?”

Marinette stared at him blankly for a few seconds. Her face went slack.

Riddler leered down at her, his face breaking into a creepy grin at her apparent inability to answer his question.  “Oh, how sad.”  He gave her a mock pout.  “Looks like the new Wayne isn’t so smart after all.  What do they see in you anyway?  Can’t even answer a simple, easy question.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”  Marinette finally burst out.

Riddler frowned at her.  Instead of the fear he expected, her voice was incredulous and angry. “That’s the question, if you can’t answer…”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?  That’s not a… You’re the Riddler.  That’s not a riddle!  That’s a… are you okay?  Like, seriously.  Are you okay?  Because I think… You know what?”  She took a deep steadying breath.  She opened her eyes to give him a serious look, completely devoid of fear, leaning more towards concerned.  

“I think you need a break.  I think you need to take a bit of time to reassess, refocus, and recenter yourself.  Then you can come back and be the Riddler I know you can be.  Because this,” she tried to motion toward him, “this is not it. That is... that isn't a riddle!  That's trivia!  You inaccurately named, evil Alex Trebek!  This would be a perfect opportunity to say I’m in Jeopardy, clueless asshole. So disappointed right now.”  She shook her head in disappointment, refusing to even look at him.

Riddler seethed at her, his face turning red with anger.  “Look either answer the question or…”

“THAT’S EXACTLY THE PROBLEM!” she screamed at him. “It’s a question, not a riddle.  And you missed a golden opportunity to ask a follow up question and saying it’s Double Jeopardy.  You missed the obvious pun!  This is why I say you need to take a break.  This isn’t you.  You’re better than this, I know you are.  I’m just… I’m worried about your mental health.”  She gave him a concerned look.

“If you can’t answer…” he snapped at her.  He gripped and regripped his question staff menacingly, leaning toward her with a snarl.

Marinette rolled her eyes at the attempt at intimidation. “Of course I can answer.  I’m from Paris and you’re asking about Le Chat Noir? Of course I know the answer.  Let me guess, your next question is about a ladybug,” she chirped, widening her eyes with false excitement.

Her face dropped the false sweetness and turned back into an aggravated frown.  “That’s not the fucking point.  My point is you interrupted my fucking abomination of a night for this bullshit and you’re not even on top of your game.  So I not only get shoved into the spotlight, against my will, by people violating my and my parents’ privacy, forcing Mon… my father to ramp up plans for my introduction.  Making sure my family and I knew we weren’t safe and exposing me to this bullshit along with the other attempts on me since it happened.”

Her frown turned into a disgusted sneer.  “And I was actually afraid for a moment because I thought you were an akuma, but you’re really just an underprepared asshole. It’s insulting frankly.”

Riddler swung his question mark staff at her catching her across her cheek.  He grinned at the blood trickling down her cheek.  Marinette glared up at him but refused to let a grunt of pain pass her lips. “Next question, hopefully this one is more to your liking.”  His eyes took on a malevolent glint.

Marinette’s eyes flicked behind him.  He smirked at her inability to make eye contact any longer. “No,” she interrupted, a smirk forming on her own lips.  “It’s my turn.  I have one for you.  It’s actually in the form of a riddle, if you think you can handle that.”  The Riddler growled at her and moved closer to tower over her threateningly.  “What lights up the day with black against yellow yet lights up the night with yellow against black.  It brings hope to those who see it yet marks your demise.  What is it?”

Riddler narrowed his eyes at her and backed away to get some space while he thought.  He looked down for a second, searching the ground as though it might hold the answer for him.  He suddenly looked up, his eyes bright with realization.  “A signal!” he exclaimed, jumping with excitement.  His face suddenly fell realizing the words that passed his lips.  

He spun around just in time for Signal to punch him in the jaw.  Riddler stumbled back falling backward on his ass.  Signal stalked toward him, eskrima sticks out and ready.  He kept his eyes on Riddler but raised his voice so Marinette could hear him.  “You alright, Ma’am?”

“I’m fine.  Just pissed,” she grunted.  She focused on her bindings, trying to figure out a way to loosen them enough to get out.

Signal smirked and gave a short nod.  “Preying on young women again?  Not a good look for you.”

“Penguin and Scarecrow both tried and couldn’t get to her.  I did,” he said defiantly, his chest puffing out even as he was slumped on the floor. “Penguin got to the museum too early. Scarecrow got to the hotel too late. But me?  I plan better.”

“And got a verbal bitch slap the likes of which Gotham has never seen for your trouble.”  Signal shook his head in mock sympathy and regripped his sticks. “Publicly.”

Riddler sneered at Signal.  “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t,” Marinette called from her seat.  She pointed at him threateningly with her now miraculously freed right hand.  “Next time I’ll do it physically too.”

Signal grinned proudly and snorted at her comment. Riddler growled before looking back up at Signal with an angry scowl.  “Looks like this show has come to an end.  But we’ll be back after a short break.”  He hit his staff hard on the ground and a gas started emitting from it, obscuring Signal’s view.  Signal backed away and rushed over to Marinette, uncertain if the gas was dangerous.

He pulled out a knife and quickly sliced through the remaining ropes and helped her get free.  “Can you walk?”

Marinette started sprinting toward the exit.  “I can do better than that,” she called over her shoulder.  “You just going to stand there and let the gas get you?”  Signal smirked and followed her out.

She grunted as her shoulder rammed into the doorframe when she miscalculated the distance.  She silently cursed how long it was taking her brain to recover from having been knocked out.  Now out of the room she stopped running and rubbed her head as if willing it to kick back into gear.

“You sure you’re okay?” Signal asked catching up to her.

Marinette couldn’t see his eyes under his mask but the bottom half of his face seemed to be contorted in concern.  She grumbled noncommittally in response and rubbed her shoulder.  She looked around them quickly.  “You sure this is a safe way out?  He has to have had help.  I don’t see him doing his own dirty work.”

Signal nodded.  “He did have help.  But, so do I.”  He nodded behind him.

Marinette craned her neck around him to look behind him. She cringed as she saw Red Hood kneeing someone in the face.  The goon fell limply to the ground, unconscious before he hit.  Red Hood looked up and ran over to them as soon as he spotted her.  “Pi… uh… pretty impressive mouth,” he stuttered.  He looked over her closely as he could without touching her.  His eyes zeroed in on her cheek.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds missing the incredulous look Signal tried to give him.  “Um… thanks… I think.”  She blinked a few more times before frowning.  “Yeah, can we not talk about my mouth, please?”

Red Hood choked on nothing and shook his head, leaning away, as if trying to get away from the idea.  “I meant your att…” he shook his head again and looked back at her. “Not a problem.  Let’s never talk about it again.  Are you okay?  Did he hurt you anywhere else?”  His eyes scanned her again and stopped at her wrists.

Marinette rubbed her wrists self-consciously. “No…” she started.  “I mean!  No he didn’t hurt me anywhere else.  But I am okay,” she rushed out when she saw him tense up at her words.

“Where is he?” Red Hood growled, still staring at her wrists.

“Got away,” Signal answered.

Red hood rounded on him, his entire body tensed for a fight.  “What do you mean he got away?”

Marinette stepped between them and pushed Red Hood back gently.  “He released some kind of gas.  He got me out of there before we found out what it did.  Seems like a good move considering how he got me in the first place.”

Red Hood looked down at her for a second before looking up to Signal with a nod.  He remembered seeing the gas dissipating when they finally caught up to where she was taken.  It had looked like there was enough to knock out an entire city block.  Definitely overkill, but spoke to Riddler’s desperation to be the first to kidnap her.  “Idea which direction he went?”

Signal sighed a heavy sigh.  “I didn’t see which way he went but it had to be out the west side of the room, but that’s all I got.”

Red Hood nodded and touched his com.  “You got that?”  He paused for a moment listening to whatever was being said over his com.  “Yes, she’s fine.  A few rope burns and a cut on her cheek, but seems okay other than that.”

Signal nodded and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Do you have family we can call?”

Marinette shook her head absentmindedly, the strain of the night starting to hit.  “No, I can call my brother.  He’s probably terrified about me.”

Red Hood seemed to freeze.  “Just… the one brother?  You… aren’t you one of the Waynes?”

Marinette’s eyes widened and her face paled.  She plastered a smile on her face. “Right.  Yes.  Of course. I… I meant my one brother was with me at the time.  Yes. Yeah.  The Waynes are my family.  I’m a… I’m… Yeah, I’m a… Wayne,” she barely managed to get the word out of her mouth.  It felt wrong and foreign on her tongue.  She smiled wider at them.  “But you don’t… you don’t have to bother them.  They’re all busy.”

“Yeah, looking for you,” Red Hood answered back sharply.  “They’re the ones that called us.  They’re terrified right now.”

“I think they’d want to know,” Signal urged gently, his voice heartfelt and slightly pained.

She let out a bitter scoff before she could stop herself.  She squeezed her eyes shut and mentally berated her still drugged mind for letting that slip out.  “I meant,” she started loudly, “I’ll inform someone.  They’d want to… hear it from me,” she finished quietly.

Red Hood took a breath and moved closer to her, gently resting his hands on her shoulders.  “I promise you, they’re worried about you and they would want to know. They’d want to make sure you’re okay. They’d want to make sure you feel safe. They would want to protect you. In fact, I’d expect to see a lot more of them over the next few days.”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer but got interrupted by the police breaking into the room.  Marinette pursed her lips and seemed to let a calm come over her.  Red Hood looked harder at her change as the police led her off to take her statement.  No, it wasn’t calm.  It was a numbness, an absence of any feelings.  His face contorted into a scowl.  Exactly what Adrien had described.  “You get that,” Red Hood snapped into his com.  He waited a few seconds before shaking his head.  

“That’s a fool’s bet,” Signal scoffed.  “Of course she’s not going to.  She might send a text.  And even then I bet it won’t be much.”

Red Hood listened for a few more seconds before he shook his head again.  “I’m not taking that bet either.”  He watched as Adrien just stopped himself from tackling Marinette in his excitement to see her again.  After what looked like a worried conversation, he saw Adrien pull her into a tight hug and Marinette melt into it.  “We need to fix this and quick before B does anything else to completely destroy any chance we have,” Red Hood snarled.  He turned and started grappling away.  “I’m going rogue hunting.”

Chapter 17

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Kinnporsche Rewatch - Episode 12

Summary: Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Or, alternatively, for people who still have their wits about them (not me): Some boys fuck up and other boys fuck.

Favorite Line: “If you’re feeling sad it means it’s important.”

Porsche’s Wacky Antics: Arm and Porsche together again! CODE RED we must spy on Kinn immediately to make sure he’s not cheating, using Arm’s Super Secret Spyware. Uh oh, CODE BLACK Arm you gotta go catch them red-handed! … Uh oh this is... not cheating but. Uh oh. Elsewhere, he moves Chay into the Main Family house, moves him back into Porsche and Chay’s house, and we already know because this is a rewatch that in short order he’s going to move Chay back into the Main Family house. 

Why is Chay crying? He’s sad he’s about to break Porsche’s heart by not going to his Music Academy University interview. Come ON kid.

Woe is Big: Still dead. Still no wake. Poor Big.

Tankhun Highlight: Tankhun has disappeared from my eyeballs. Disappointing.

A Woman Speaks: University student asks Chay if he’s here for his interview. When he says no, she goes and starts greeting other students.

What’s Pete eating, and who prepared it for him? Pete doesn’t eat anything. Of the two of them, Vegas is the only one eating. 🍑 He savors it.

Vegas Report: Vegas and his assortment of wide leg pants emphasizes how pocket-sized he is. I would like to pat him on the head. Right as his big pet is recovering and regaining his spark, Vegas’ littlest pet is sick and he fails his dad again. “Everything my dad gives me to do is important,” and Vegas failed in keeping any of the pets foisted on him by his stylish fuck of a father alive. His life is pathetic, and Macau is the same. Being born into the Minor Family is a Series of Unfortunate Events.

Shipping Activities

KinnPorsche: Oh nooooo Porsche’s spying reveals Kinn was behind the debt to force Porsche to take the bodyguard job. People in love don’t lie to each other, Kinn! He was following Korn’s orders and he didn’t know Porsche then. He promises he’ll do better & help Porsche find any answer he wants. He waits until Porsche’s body language indicates permission to touch, and they are such dumbasses with the constant lying and mistrust (it’s hilarious I love it) but they also demonstrate respect for each other? Kinn’s excited to be a domestic goddess at Porsche and Chay’s house – isn’t bread and water a delicious snack? (From a purely Watsonian perspective, these dudes are obsessed with eating bread.) They talk about who has the best home and Kinn is firm that he wants to be in whatever house has Porsche in it. Kinn supports Porsche when they go to take revenge on the dude who supposedly killed his parents, but Porsche can’t hurt someone’s grandpa. Of course he can’t. They revisit the back of Hum Bar where they first met and they start all over again, with no secrets between them (Once again, Ha!). Then there’s bug eating and this time I skipped over that shit because I can only tolerate one watch-through of bugs.

VegasPete: Okay. Okay. *cracks knuckles* Pete’s reading a book about personalities and blood types because “what else is there to do around here,” and Pete is the funniest dude on this show. He and Vegas bicker: “You’re an idiot.” “No, that’s you,” and tease: “I wish I was AB not O type. O is handsome, cool, smart and clever, though.” (It’s notable that Pete is no longer addressing him as Khun.) Apparently pets can reveal their owners’ personalities, and a hedgehog’s owner looks strong & scary but is sensitive inside. You need love, Vegas. Oops, you touched a nerve, Pete. Put your insights away. Vegas “accidentally” leaves the key to the cuffs on the bed when he runs off to save the hedgehog, and Pete’s free! He’s gonna run along home! Except… is that Vegas over there on the lawn? Is he- Is he crying? No, no, gotta go Pete. Time to hightail it out of here. But… what if Vegas is really hurting? Pete knowingly gives up his chance to escape, and when Vegas realizes he looks just as stunned as Pete. Pete shuffles closer and it’s so sad that little hedgie is gone, and Pete slowly reaches out with a gentle touch. I’m holding my breath this is Too Much. That’s all it takes for Vegas and the waterworks really begin. They have a lovely funeral for the hedgehog (This is not the time or place but WHERE IS BIG’S FUNERAL). Pete willingly follows Vegas back inside and he doesn’t know why he didn’t run. Everything Vegas loves leaves him and he’s stupid and he starts self-flagellating but Pete won’t let him. It’s okay to be sad but it’s stupid to hurt yourself. Vegas accuses Pete of thinking Vegas deserves this grief but Pete is not having that nonsense and he tells him so. Vegas regains enough composure to be cruel – he’s got insights too, Pete. He can see you like it when Vegas is “moody.” He can see behind Pete’s mask too. Don’t go around perceiving people when you can also be perceived! It’s rude! Pete tells Vegas he’s a psycho and Vegas basically responds with yeah? Well so are you. What are you gonna do about it, huh? Pete’s ready to let whatever is happening here happen, but Vegas isn’t willing to take this one thing. It has to be given, and Pete has to make a choice. He chose to stay, and now he must choose again. Vegas isn’t interested in a passive doll. So Pete Chooses. He grabs, demands, and takes. He asks. He wants, he hungers, and he chooses to give that to Vegas. He offers Vegas trust. Hip hip hooray for explicit consent!!! Between the two men hanging out in the torture bungalow, everything until now has been force and coercion, but this is shared and freely given. My screams are loud and unceasing. The focus on Pete’s tattoo! Pete handing Vegas the rope! The kiss to his bound hands! The tenderness! The unwavering eye contact! Asking for what you want and getting it! Their smiles in the afterglow: knowing and being known for the first time in their lives. I see you. I see you, too. I know you. There you are, my reflection, finally after all this time. There’s nothing more to question here, right? ... Right? The white noise surrounding me is rolling thunder and high pitched keening. I’m undone.  

Do I care about KimChay yet? No. Porchay jeopardizes his future at University because of this useless fucker. Stalking him to a club does not make it better, Kim (Did he put a tracker on Chay’s phone? Did he? I will fight him. He’ll take me out with his bare hands but I will fight him.) Yeah Chay’s making some questionable choices but that’s none of Kim’s business. Chay can be an idiot without you, dude. (Oh dear. I’m rereading that and realizing my tone is not one of disinterest. Well shit. If I’ve played myself here I’m gonna be so pissed. No. Nope. I’m just gonna breeze on by that moment of self-reflection mmmkay?)

# of KimChay scenes in this episode: 1

# of KimChay scenes I watched without skipping through: 1

Kisses: Vegas and Pete consummation sensation. Porsche and Kinn smooching and eating bread. More KP smooching behind Yok’s bar.

Tits Out: Pete and Vegas, baby.

What’s Gun wearing? He left Vegas alone for five minutes, praise all the gods. Wherever he is I’m sure he looks amazing.

Serious Observations of Various Sorts: Porsche and Chay are precious together. That’s all. Watching Korn lie through his teeth without a care in the world is just *clenches fist* grrrrrrrr fun. His betta fishies in their terrible vases smashed up against each other! Gah! Tay is the ultimate cinnamon roll: too good for this world, too pure. Time ought to get his shit together and be worthy of him. Or, you know, ASK first before trying to start up a polycule. Tay is clearly over the bullshit and I support him I will buy him so much Farmhouse bread.

Have I calmed down? No, and we’re close enough to the end that I’m starting to worry I just… won’t. I know what’s coming and it does not bode well for my future peace.

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Day 15 - Accidental confession

Poe Dameron (x Reader)

Kinktober prompt - Day 15 - Masturbation

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen​‘s Kinktober List!

Poor Poe, I keep putting him in these kind of situations 😈😅

Warnings: angst, accidental voyerism (sort of), masturbation (male), a little more angst

•

Poe is on the way back to the base in this awful, junk of a ship after that terrible mission drained him, from which he barely got away with his life and now he wants nothing but to get off this ship and fall into his bed to sleep away the exhaustion.

Of course, it has to be you who gets his sign in at the middle of the night. Just when he thought this day couldn't get any worse, then you come along and scold him like he's an unruly child who always gets into trouble for the fun of it.

You are arguing, you always are. You lecture him, give him stupid nicknames after every mistake and you don't let go, you keep reminding him every reckless decision he ever made.

He cannot help but engage in it, you bring out a side of him he never knew existed. The war is frustrating to say the least and it actually feels good to let it out every ones in a while, not that he would admit it to you that your petty little quarrelling actually makes him feel better sometimes and he cannot wait to see you each morning.

Poe is sitting in the pilot seat of the rusty, stolen ship and listens to your direction to what to do, so he could get back home in one piece. But he absentmindedly snaps back a mean comment that hits too close. You've already gone silent when he realised what he'd said. He cursed and called out your name as gently as he could manage but the desperate need to take his words back was evident in his tone.

Before he can apologise, you interrupt him and ask a serious of questions with a quiet, even voice that he can barely recognise. Poe only witnessed this kind of mood on you once, when your best friend died and you were grieving silently with constant tears in your eyes, but refusing to let any of them fall.

The conversation continued like that and from the occasional deep breath you took he knew you were struggling not to cry and the picture of you in that broken state broke his heart too. He tried to ask for your forgiveness, saying he didn't mean it, but you interrupt him with a heavy sigh.

"I know, it doesn't matter." It only comes out as a whisper.

"Of course it does..." He raises his voice, not willing to let this go until he fixed it. But you just repeat calmly that it doesn't matter and there are more important things to deal with now.

"You need to fix that death-trap before it falls apart under you. Nothing else matters at the moment." You shot this argument down for now and move on to check the systems with him.

"Something is eating up the power, I don't get it, everything is down except the basic systems and it says something non-essential channels the energy but they are all shot down." You listen to him explain what he sees and add the answer after a moment of thinking.

"Your comm is on..."

"Fuck, why didn't I think of that?! Okay, I'll try to turn it off, if I'm not back on in a few seconds... Well, you can berate me to the others at my memorial, you have my permission." He wanted to lighten the mood but failed miserably.

"That's not funny." There are definitely tears in your eyes now, he can hear a tiny hiccup at the end of your sentence.

"I'm sorry." He's not apologising for this and you both know it. Before you could reply he turns off the communications system and a few seconds after he reports to you that you were right, it's the source of the problem.

"If I don't make it I want you to know..." He starts to confess his feelings, but you don't let him, thinking it will be an other apology that will just make you a sobbing mess.

"You will. Turn off the comm and only turn it back to report your status at every hour, or in case of an emergency. Central C out." That's all you say before leaving him to turn off the comm, which he does with an angry hit, almost breaking the thing.

"Fuck" He yells, wanting to hit something but not daring in case the ship actually falls apart.

"Why do we always have to argue?" He asks out loud, then leans back into the seat and keeps his eyes on the controls while he is thinking about you.

Long minutes pass by as he cannot get you out of his head, replaying the argument and the other occasions in his head over and over again until his mind starts to drift to the way your eyes shine when you are happy and that thought makes him realise he'd never seen you smile, he doesn't count your mocking laugh into this.

Poe pictures you smiling at him happily or mischievously and he wants to kiss you even more than before. He wonders what you would feel like, taste like, if you would be as bold with your kisses as with your words. And that thought makes him imagine all the things he'd like to do to you that involves more than kissing.

Before he can realise what he's doing his hand wraps around his hardening length and he squeezes, thinking it's your hand on him. He closes his eyes, letting his mind roam as he sets himself free of his pants and takes his cock into his hand, moving up and down slowly, imagining it's you who's teasing him as he knows you would. His pace doesn't alter as he lets out moans and talks aloud.

"Ah, yes, more, please..." He moves his thumb over the head in slow circles, visualising you on your knees before him licking the little drops of cum and sealing your lips around the tip.

He moves his hand faster now, thinking about how he would guide your head up and down on him as he curses and groans and dirty talks the imagined you.

"Fuck, yes... just like that..." He moans your name like a plea. "Take it, fuck, take it all. Put that big mouth of yours to good use." Poe comes hard as he almost feels you sucking on him with the way he squeezed himself. Cum shots out in ropes and he imagines you swallowing it all down. "Damnit. I love you so fucking much, you infuriating woman."

He is panting heavily, trying to get himself together when your voice makes him jump like he's been caught.

"Poe?" You call gently, which makes him feel even more busted, you never called him by his first name before. "Are you alright there?"

He looks at the time and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and activates the comm to tell you he's still in one piece and on the way back to you.

Poe calls out your name before you can go and asks if you are alright, at which you huff out a little disbelieving laugh.

"I'm fine. Concentrate on staying alive, would you?" That sounds a little more like you and that makes him feel better. After a long silence he moves to turn off the damn energy leech but your voice stops him in mid move.

"Poe?"

"Yes?" He's afraid what you would say, thinks that maybe you heard him after all or you are about to pay back his nasty comment, but you couldn't surprise him more with what you're about to say.

"Just come home to me, okay?" With that you are gone, not waiting for an answer, leaving him confused and alone.

•

Poe Dameron arrives at the base, well, he crashes near the base to be exact. The rescue team gets him out of the remains and to the infirmary. He's not seriously injured and gives his report while they are preparing to release him.

He gathers his things and moves to get out of there and search for you, but when he looks up, you are already, looking him all over, assessing his injuries with a look he can't really place.

He rushes to you and starts to apologise for hurting you but you stop him with a hand on his lips and give him a gentle albeit somewhat insecure smile.

"Shut up and put that big mouth of yours to a good use for once." Your words terrify him and you render him uncharacteristically speechless for a long minute that makes you think you crossed the line and maybe you shouldn't have let him know you heard him, but when you would turn away to leave he grabs you and smashes your lips together.

He deepens the kiss, holding you close, hands moving from your arm and waist to frame your face while he steals your breath away. You lean back to calm down a little but he doesn't let you go, just brings his forehead to yours and takes a deep breath before saying the words that made you cry happy tears a few hours ago.

"I love you." It sounds so simple as he whispers it against your lips but it means the world to you and you try to compose yourself to reply but he kisses you again then pulls you out of the room.

•

He guides you to his quarters where you spend the night and all the nights after that. You return his confession and show him all the ways you can think of just how much he means to you.

The others ask how that happened, referring to your very public display of affection the first days after the incident. You only ever say that he accidentally confessed his feelings, which always makes him blush when the question comes up, but you refuse to elaborate.

You still argue, you get on each other's nerves, if anything the arguing got worse if you can believe your friends. But now there is not even a hint of anger in it, you still let out your frustration but it has a more playful edge to it and one of you always gives up easily. If it's him then he calls you an infuriating woman and grabs your head to smack a kiss to your forehead, if it's you, he would be called a difficult man and receive a peck and a light bite to his lower lip.

No matter the arguments or the difficulties you face in this seemingly endless war, you are always there for each other and your love only grows each day.

[scorpiobitch95]

Summary: You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: sugary sweet fluff, implied smut — nothing graphic, snarkiness, grumpy Walter to fluffy Walter, cursing, cuteness overload.

Author's Note: I let myself get carried away with this one. I needed grumpy but sweet Walter in my life. I hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

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It started when you and Walter were early dating.

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“Mmmm, pause. I need a snack.” Uncurling yourself from Walter’s warm body on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen to find something to cure your hunger. You called behind you, “Want anything, Marsh?”

“Whatever you’re having... I’ll have the same.”

“Cereal it is!” You pulled the ceramic bowls from the cabinet and opened the fridge to grab the milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Walter’s face scrunch in confusion. “What?”

“Cereal? Absolutely not,” Walter scoffed. “Would you grab me those spicy crisps?”

“Spicy chips, coming right up.” Vernacular was the subject of an ongoing heated debate with the Brit: the great ‘Names for Snacks Debate’ was especially hostile.

Once settled back under the blanket and snuggled into his side once more, you unpaused the movie. The energy in the room shifted, you could sense that you were being watched, but you refused to look up to look at Walter’s face. The judgment coming from the bear of a man who crunched his chips beside you was glaring.

"Stop it," you told him as you kept your eyes on the movie.

Walter didn’t say a word. His eyes traveled back to the TV but kept finding their way back to you.

“Walt, what is it? Is there something on my face?” You giggled at him lightly, unsure of what was bothering him.

“You really chose that for a snack?” His face was bewildered as if you were eating a bowl of Jeep parts.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t eat cereal as a snack.” He shook his head curtly, wearing a look of disgust. Your eyebrows crinkled together as you followed by asking, “Not even as a quick dinner?”

“Cereal is meant for one time and one place, and that’s sometimes in the mornings for breakfast. That's why they call it breakfast cereal, love. Not dinner cereal, not snack cereal... Do you also eat cereal for lunch?” He was poking fun at you now.

“No, I’m not a heathen, Walter. Here, try a bite, just trust me. It’s amazing as a movie snack.”

His eyes were wide as a grimace was sent in your direction, “You’re crazy — no one does that.”

“Plenty of people do that,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m really not the biggest fan…” Walter sighed and settled further into the couch, preparing for your exasperation that he knew was soon to follow.

“WHAT. Not the biggest fan of cereal? I’m sorry, you were sheltered as a child, weren’t you? There's cereal out there for everyone, Walt. Come on, try it.” You scooped a spoonful of your sugary Cinnamon Toast Crunch and held it to him. He reluctantly obliged your wishes, eating the bite but keeping a look of pain on his face for the entire time he chewed.

"See? Delicious. Ice-cold, crunchy, sweet, perfect." A sugary grin accompanied your playful tone, and Walter shook his head again, exaggerating his distaste for having to chew such an atrocity.

"Mhm. Definitely delicious." Your goofy bear was simmering under the surface of his scouring demeanor, though he stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

"You're not the biggest fan," you muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes for dramatic effect. "I'll show you."

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Standing in the grocery store, you and Walter were having a battle of wits, arguing on the subject of your sweet tooth.

“I’m just trying to show concern for your dental health since you obviously won’t; all that sugar isn’t good for you.” Walter stood stern with his arms crossed, unmoving and solid like a brick wall.

“I appreciate your worry, Dad, but I’m going to keep eating it because I love it. One day, I bet I’ll convince you and you’ll be eating it with me. Plus, my dental health is immaculate, my dentist said so.”

The expression on Walter's face was unwavering as his eyebrows raised in a non-verbal challenge to your declaration.

“I don’t know how you can stand to eat that crap,” he muttered, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Oh no, don’t you dare, you grump! I don’t get on you about your snacks, back off mine. ” Despite his unnecessary grouchiness, you placed a hand on his crossed arms and raised up on your toes to give him a soft kiss on his bearded face. “Balance, babe. It’s all about balance.” You dug your way through his arms to find his hands and you drug him a little further down the cereal aisle.

“Come on, grumbly, pick out a cereal you think you might enjoy, for experiment’s sake.”

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“Fuck, babe. I’m going to be late, we just got called out on another accident. I am so sorry… I’m not sure when I’ll be home.” Walter had been working a ton lately, and his irritation with just how much he’d been working was starting to show. The two of you had been together for a few months now and had started to grow accustomed to having the other around consistently. You both became out of sorts when you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Don’t even worry about it, Walter. Just be careful, please... You should still come over when you’re finished tonight, but no pressure if you’re exhausted.”

“Of course, still need to kiss you goodnight. I can’t sleep if I haven’t.”

Walter Marshall might be a grump, but that grump could make your heart flutter in ways that you’d never felt before. Maybe it was that his sweetness and his charms were completely reserved for you and you alone. His teddy bear nature only appeared when he was near you.  After putting back the ingredients for dinner to save for another night, you went to change into your sweats.

Walter appeared at your front door at 12:30 that night, nearly asleep but still standing strong. You’d dozed off on the couch after his call, but were immediately energized again when you saw his beautiful form standing in your doorway.

“Hello, I’m here to have a very late night date with an incredibly beautiful woman,” Walter said, the gravel in his voice making you shiver. Despite his exhaustion, Walter managed to smile at you with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him manage.

You smirked, waving him inside. “Get in here, Bear.”

Walter reached his arms out to you, inviting you into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his thick torso and you ran your hands up and down his sweater-clad back; he melted into you and burrowed his face into your neck. Walter released an exhaustive exhale. It was heavy and forceful, as though he’d been holding it back behind a stone barricade for the entirety of his day. Warmth flooded your body as his words vibrated from his chest, “Mmm... I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get you fed. Preferences?”

Still snuggled in your neck, he gave his reply, “Nothing heavy, please. I don’t want to fall asleep at the table. That wouldn’t make for a good date.”

“Oh Walter, we can postpone date night, you need to eat something and get to bed. It’s nearly one,” you observed gently as you leaned your head back to get a better look at his face.

“No. I came here to have a date night. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I need you.” Walter’s warm lips caressed your forehead, placing soft kisses on you. “You think you’re still up for it?”

Nodding at him sweetly, you untangled from his embrace and went to tumble through the fridge, offering out suggestions for food, but he insisted, yet again, that you don’t go to any trouble.

“Okay… you’re going to hate it, but my last option is cereal. Other than that, it’s gonna be random leftovers.” You continued moving containers around in the fridge, taking stock of what you had left from the week before.

“Actually, I think I can handle some cereal.” You whipped your head around incredulously to look and heckle him, but he gruffly interrupted, pointing a finger at you from where he sat at your kitchen table. "Don't. Don't start. It's been a brutal day, and something cold doesn't sound half bad."

You smirked in silence as you turned back and poured your bowls, dancing your hips lightly side to side. Grabbing the candles you had left out for your dinner date, you lit them and placed them gently on the table between the two of you. It was date night, after all.

“Late night cereal date, it is.” Reaching down to caress his chin, you kissed one bearded cheek before sitting beside him. Walter’s lips held a slight curl, softly smiling at your glee.

💋

“Love, snack break?”

The two of you were engaged in an intense game of Scrabble, one of your favorite date-night-in traditions. Nodding your head in Walter’s direction, you continued to study your letters and the board with pure focus until you heard the twinkling sound of cereal hitting ceramic.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, you peeked up from your letter rack to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. Walter was not just making a bowl for you, but he was also making one for himself.

No way.

Walter made his way back to the table with the cereal, and you looked up at him in shock as though you hadn’t already noticed what he’d done.

“What is this? What is this I see? Walter Marshall choosing breakfast cereal as a snack? Why, I just cannot believe it.” Mock-surprise overtook your form as you motioned fake mind-blowing explosions from your head. Walter rolled his eyes.

“I figured If I can learn to like you, I can learn to like cereal.”

“HEY.”

Walter shrugged, retaking his seat at the table.

You squinted your eyes at him as you declared, “You’re going down for that. And I don’t just mean by losing this game.” A wicked grin crossed your face when you played your double score word:

“CHEERIO”

💋

Walter worked a lot of graveyard shifts while you were dating and during your early years of marriage while you worked a normal 8-5. Sometimes the only moments that you could see each other were when he came home from his shift early in the mornings before you started your day or in the evenings when you got home before he left to start his.

One early morning during your engagement, Walt showed up unannounced after a hard few nights at the PD. He was worn down but happy to see you, smiling through his exhaustion. This was the longest you’d been apart in a while; you hadn't seen each other in 4 days. You kissed him, lips attacking his while his arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to his body. He hadn’t even come into the house yet.

Pulling him inside, your hands reached up to hold his scruffy face as you placed a more gentle kiss on his lips. “Babe, have you had dinner? Let’s get you something to eat… what would you like?”

He unfastened his holster, dropping it on the table by the door. Sinking into a chair, Walter bent over to untie his boots as he answered, “Honestly, anything is fine, just some kind of food.”

“I can cook you something! Why don’t you let me —“

“Sweet, don’t go to any trouble. I just want to see you before you go to work.”

He looked at the table where you had just sat down to a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast before he arrived and pointed lazily to it. “That, I’ll take some,” he said, sleep trying to overtake his form.

Slowly grinning at his statement, you mentioned, "Isn't this technically your dinner time?" Walter wasn’t amused as he tilted his head to look at you as you gasped playfully, “You do realize you're about to eat cereal for dinner, right, Marsh?" Too sleepy to give his verbal rebuttal, he glared at you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, which was your signal to accept your victory and move on.

Smiling softly back at him, you made your way to pour him a big bowl and made him a cup of piping hot tea to accompany it. Watching his face as he ate, you observed the little creases and purple-gray rings that had formed around his deep ocean-blue eyes. His beard was unkempt and had grown past its normal length just in the few days you’d been apart; you could see this was a new level of exhaustion.

“Tough night?” You asked him, moving your chair closer to him.

He nodded. “Very.” The nights were becoming more strenuous recently. Ever since he had switched to the detective unit, work had been holding him hostage and was taking a toll more than he’d like to admit.

His hand reached over to squeeze the free one lying on your lap. “I’m happy to see you, love.” The hard lines on his face softened as he traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, that you were his safe space. Walter always was in protection mode, always on alert, even though you tried to keep him at ease when he was with you. He was only really ever at ease once he was home and you were safe in his arms.

The food began to rouse him from sleepiness, and as he gained alertness, Walter’s brow furrowed as he took notice of the cereal box sitting on the dining table. “This is the one we’re eating? I expected you to be eating more of one of those tooth-rotting cereals that you love so much.” He looked over at the box of Honey Bunches of Oats with curiosity and then back at you, lifting what you called his ‘detective eyebrow.’

“This is… surprisingly somewhat better for you? Or at least it acts like it is.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I only let you believe that I am. It is my breakfast time after all,” you winked at him knowingly.

“Good to know my words are finally starting to sink in. I mean, it’s not that much better for you,” he was reading the box now, “but at least it isn’t borderline fluorescent, like those artificial fruity ones you’re always eating.”

“You know, it’s almost like I expect the hate and just enact my deflection shield every time you walk in the door.” You started giggling, unable to keep a straight face as you threw your arms in front of your face as a shield to his words. “Don’t worry, Walt, my guilty pleasure cereal collection is well-stocked. And quit hating on my Fruity Pebbles.”

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Slowly over time, these seemingly random cereal dates became a large foundation for quality time. These dates became like snapshots, each one memorable in its own way.

When you two hadn’t seen each other in days, you caught up over a cold bowl of sugary sweetness. You, telling all the details of your days; him, quietly listening and trying his best to leave his nights behind.

From then on, all it took was knowing you could have a cereal date mixed in the chaos of everyday life. Anytime things got hard or heavy, it was time to have a cereal date. Anytime you had a fight: you both would pause and make a bowl of cereal, sitting across the table from each other so that you could speak your feelings. There weren’t many of the world’s problems, or your own, that couldn’t be solved over sugary cereal and cold milk.

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You’d dragged Walter to your shared bed as soon as he’d arrived home, having not seen him for more than a few minutes at a time for the past month. This current case of his was intense and ongoing, but he was finally finished. You knew he was defeated in energy, but you were ovulating and your hormones were raging. Your body craved his touch and the feel of his skin gliding upon your own.

The plan was to go to dinner for a romantic evening since it had been a long while since that had been possible, but as soon as he walked through the door, your feral sexuality washed over you and you jumped into his arms. You clung to him with your face in his neck, taking in his scent and the warmth of his strong arms holding you up. He clung to you just as tightly. There was no complaint from the bear, for he was more than happy to spend the evening spoiling his lover.

Cuddling in the afterglow of your countless orgasms, a storm raged outside as tree limbs slapped at your windows incessantly.

“Wow, it sounds awful out there. I know we were going out, but I think that point is moot now.” You glanced up at Walter, kissing his jaw. “Let’s just cook something easy instead.”

“That sounds great, and we can stay naked.” Walt’s eyebrows danced flirtatiously as he grinned down at you, his hands caressing your warm skin. “I’ll go hunt around so I can keep my woman energized for the night ahead. We are nowhere near done.”

He’d only been gone a minute when a crack of thunder shook the house and the lights went dark. You heard his mumbling coming from the kitchen; he had called in to get a status update from the energy company.

Walking back into the bedroom, Walter, in his naked glory, walked over to where you laid, illuminated only by the candle he held in his hand. Wow, your husband was delicious.

"Power’s out for the whole city. It’ll take hours since this storm doesn’t have an end in sight. Looks like a hot dinner is off the table… and no one will deliver in this weather. I guess we know what’s for dinner." Setting the candle on the nightstand, he crawled back into bed.

Feeling seductive, despite being completely spent from your ravenous love-making mere minutes beforehand, you still hadn’t had your fill of your husband. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes up and down his exquisite body and cheekily replied, “Me, I hope.”

He chuckled lowly, the fangs in his pearly-white smile glinting at you in the candlelight. “You? Yes. I plan to feast on you all night long, kitten. But you’re going to need some sustenance first.” He was hovering over you. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached to run your fingers along his hairy chest and wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you.

"Make it a cereal date?" You grinned at him.

“You read my mind.”

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“Our child is going to come out looking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun if you don’t change it up some, love.”

Your cravings were intense. You’d heard several different views from your girlfriends and sisters: some craved random things they never even liked before, and some craved more of the things that they already loved and ate religiously before pregnancy. You fell into the latter. Cereal was your most sought-after snack: a big surprise to no one.

There weren’t many cliche late-night ice cream runs, but there were plenty of cereal and milk runs. Walter was a dutiful dad already, not lecturing you too often on what you wanted; he knew you were doing what you had to for the baby, and you ate healthily enough… aside from the copious amounts of junk cereal.

True to numerous other times in your life, date nights were hard to come by, even still. Sometimes the only dates you and Walter would get were in the wee hours of the morning when you’d wake up with a craving.

Walter was extremely doting, and even though he’d always been a caretaker, he really came into his own when you both learned you were to become parents. He’d crawl from the bed without a word, rummaging in the kitchen to bring you a bowl of your favorite and even bringing a small one for himself. You two would snuggle in the bed and talk. Talk about your baby, about future babies, about the future, about your dreams, all of it. You never knew when you met the grumpy bear that he would become this sweet of a man, always tender with you even when he was rough. Maybe it was the cereal sugar that had sweetened him up, at least you’d like to think so.

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Your daughter had been in the world for a little over three weeks, and neither you nor Walter had gotten much sleep since her arrival.

Walter finally got her down to sleep while you watched from the nursery doorway. You hadn’t had a meal together or slept at the same time for more than 10 minutes in weeks.

He was standing over her crib, resting his arms on the side as he watched her sleep. He was infatuated with this tiny human who had completely taken hold of his heart.

“Honey, join me for a date?” Your smile was tired, and as your bear’s exhausted eyes met yours, you wondered if you two shouldn’t just go to bed, but you missed him. You’d barely gotten the chance to praise him for how good of a daddy he was to your little girl.

“Mhm, gladly. Our usual?” He quietly followed you to the living room, where the coffee table had already been set up with the works. Craving the feel of his touch on your skin, you both sat on the couch and you laid your legs across his lap while you enjoyed the serenity of each other’s company.

💋

A chill glided across your skin as you awoke from a dream. You rolled over, reaching your arms out to find your sturdy man, searching for his warmth. Instead, you found cold bedsheets.

Unlike Walter to not be in bed with a furry arm draped over you, you pulled on your robe and went to find him, a slight worry filling your mind.

Surely he would have woken me if he’d had to go in?

As you stepped into the hallway, you heard hushed giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. You stopped to poke your head into your kids’ rooms. Their beds were empty.

At least it’s Saturday.

Quietly pitter-pattering to your kitchen, you peered your head around the corner to find one of the sweetest sights your eyes had ever seen: your two babes, 8 and 5, were playing a princess board game at the table with your Bear. Cereal by their side, giggles ensued as the sugar hit their systems and they tried their best to keep quiet.

Walter’s deep whisper quietly filled the space. “Shh, girls. We can’t wake Mum, she needs her rest.”

“Can I have more Cap’n Crunch, Daddy?” Your youngest had an insatiable sweet tooth, just like her mama. She was quietly bouncing in her chair and smiling a toothy grin at her daddy.

“You’re just like your mum,” Walter beamed at her, obliging her wishes. “Just a little more, love, then we need to brush our teeth and get back to sleep.”

Not wanting the girls to know that you knew about their secret, you decided to make your way back to bed, but not before catching your husband’s eye as he winked at you and a grin radiated from his face.

Warm tingles filled your body as you silently thanked the universe for Walter and the life that the two of you had built together. Walter was the best dad and husband in the world. How had you gotten so lucky?

💋

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Golden Grahams, love?” Walter called to you from the kitchen.

The movie was selected, the kids were away for the evening sleeping at friend’s houses, and you and Walter were having a much-deserved night in.

You called back to him, “I’m thinking I’m going to skip the cereal? I’m not really feeling it tonight. I will, however, eat the spicy chips. Oh, and grab that dip out of the fridge, will ya?”

“For the last time, they are crisps.” Annoyance was evident by his tone.

“They’re chips, Walter. You’ve lived in the states for how long now? Just give it up already.”

“No fucking way. Wait… You don’t want cereal? Are you feeling alright?” Walter’s head popped into the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room, his face stern with confusion and concern.

“Ehh, not right now. Yes, I’m fine, Marsh,” you giggled. “Just feeling like something different for once.”

“Well, that’s shocking. I’m just wondering if you’re really my wife.” Giggles continued to flow out of you as he wandered back to where you were seated. He handed you your snack, and plopped on the couch next to you, cuddling into you as you tossed a blanket over both of your bodies. Walter started the movie and began to chow down on the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself. You couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full of the golden and cinnamon squares. His eyes met yours, questioning you.

“I would just like to point out that I knew I could convince you.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what you meant. “Convince me of what?”

“That cereal is the best movie snack.”

“I don’t know if I’d say it’s the best…”

“Walt, I’m sitting here with your previous favorite movie snack in my hands, and you totally skipped over it and went for cereal. I’m just saying, I told you so. It’s okay, I’ve known I was right all along, you don’t have to admit it.”

“Hmm.” He growled, mouth full again as he ignored your statement.

“Give me a bite!” You pressed closer to him, reaching for his spoon as he angled his body and cereal away from you.

“Oh no, nice try. You tease, you don’t get any.”

“Fine, grumpy, I’ll go make my own. Keep watching, I’ll be back.”

Shuffling to the kitchen, you proceeded to grab a bowl and make your own, but you found both cereal boxes empty on the counter. Quickly turning to check your special cereal cabinet for a backup box, you discovered you were completely out.

“WALTER! Are you fucking kidding me? We just bought those!” Standing with your arms crossed in the doorway, you glared at Walt as he stared back at you unfazed.

“I hate to break up your gloating, but you created this monster, love. And don’t forget about our two other little monsters who take after you.” His grin was cocky; he knew he’d bested you. Laser beams could have been shooting from your eyes for all you knew. You shook your head in disbelief at the audacity of your husband.

That bastard. That beautiful bastard.

Walter smiled softly at you and motioned for you to rejoin him on the couch. Much to your dismay, your anger at him diffused immediately. “Love, I’ll go buy more first thing in the morning. Here, come and share mine. I’ll be nice… it is date night, after all.”

* I do not own Walter Marshall, Nomis, Night Hunter, or anything related to it.

[sunlightheidi]

Life Worth Living

Jihyun Kim "V" | MC / Reader

*NSFW (under cut)

Happy Sunday friends! Enjoy this very fluffy smut ~

Jihyun’s studio is your favorite room in the house.

Everything about it is light. Light wooden floors and walls a pale shade of ivory, both speckled with remnants of paint that neither of you have ever bothered cleaning. The windows are tall and give you a perfect view of the fluttering hummingbirds drinking water from the feeder you’d hung from the maple oak tree (had sat on Jihyun’s shoulders to do it – swaying and giggling).

The sun filters through the sheer curtains, illuminates the room in golden hues all through the day. It’s the perfect amount of light for Jihyun to work clearly and peacefully (whether he’s drawing, or painting or taking silly photographs of you) and lets you linger quietly in his space as he does so – content and warm in the little blue sofa and the soft blankets he’s placed in here just for you.

This little nook Jihyun has created is where you spend most of your free time. You love to lay down and daydream as you watch him work. His art is wonderful, you’ve always thought so – every piece sketched, every canvas painted, every picture taken leaves you in complete wonder of him, of his talent.

But what you love best of all is watching him create these dreamscapes; shirtless and muscles rippling as he sways freely, careless hair glittering in the light, tools in his gentle paint-stained hands – he’s beautiful.

You could lay in this little corner of yours forever; learning the names of his favorite paints, about which techniques he prefers to use, listen to way he moves and all that he dreams of.

There are days however, when minutes feel like hours and your heart feels weary because everything has gone pear-shaped and wrong. A long warm shower makes you feel a little more like yourself, but you struggle to keep your eyes open as you stumble up the stairs in your robe and nothing else, to the man you’ve given your heart and whole life too.

Ah, there he is; his back to the door and sitting on a spinning stool, paintbrush in hand and a palette in the other.

You go to him instantly, wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his back in greeting, say nothing because you don’t want to distract him from his work. You nuzzle his neck and peek over his shoulder at his current project. A landscape this time – cherry blossoms from the trip he had surprised you with for your anniversary a few months ago.

As you begin to pull away, he pulls you back and wraps his arms around you – kisses you dizzy, calls you darling and sweetheart and tells you how much he’s missed you.

You stumble into your little sanctuary afterwards, lips swollen and a little off balance but warm and happy; fall asleep the moment you wrap yourself in the coziness of your blankets.

You dream of a night in spring, of cherry blossom trees and a quiet breeze and a starry sky – a memory of gentle hands caressing your softness and making love to you under the moonlight.

The dream vanishes, colors and hues of blues and golds fill your vision – you wake to soft kisses along your thighs, on your hips. You shift a little, yawning and chest rising. Then, a gentle tap on your thigh; the solid end of a pencil. Warm, turquoise eyes meet yours as they open.

Jihyun is sitting on the sofa with you, has made room for himself at the very end with your feet on his lap, his earlier work long forgotten.

“Stay still for me, darling.”

You shudder under the weight of his gaze, seeking it even as his attention shifts back to the sketchpad in his hand, charcoal pencil in the other. Those same graceful hands that are always so careful when they take you apart; so careful and memorizing when they trace the outline of your figure on paper, and smooth an array of charcoal down the lines of your body.

Jihyun loves to spill you onto his art – pictures drawn and photographs taken of you, they are strewn all over his studio, displayed on the walls of every room in your home. They are beautiful, just like everything else about him, like everything he graces with his touch.

But hanging right next to them is your own work, a disarray of candid pictures you’ve taken of him. They are your absolute favorites because he’s always radiant and flushed, always giggles shily the moment you turn the camera on him.

“Your thoughts are spinning,” he says, eyes flickering up to you, a soft smile on his pretty mouth. “What did you dream about?”

“The night we camped underneath the stars, when the cherry blossoms were blooming.”

“Mmm,” he hums, a soft agreement. He remembers it perfectly – the night you’d laid naked with him underneath the stars and he’d made love to you until the sun rose. “A good dream then. Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart?”

You do so, at peace with the warm flush that’s worked its way through your insides. It is still new to you, being bared like this for him to draw you, but you are comfortable. More than comfortable with him, if only a little shy at his attention, but he’s always tender with you.

His gaze flickers down your body; the blankets have long fallen to the floor, your robe in disarray and hiding nothing from him. You don’t fix it – let him watch every bit of you instead. “Are you getting a little restless, darling?”

“A little,” you admit, “but I can stay still a little longer for you.”

Jihyuns nods, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, using his thumb to massage your inner thigh.

“Jihyun, dearest, you’re not meant to be making this harder for me,” you remind him, lowering your eyebrows in a faux-scowl, lip pouting. Your body shivers in delight as you witness his eyes darken – you know he loves your mouth, know it makes his fantasies unwind like nothing else.

He laughs, something dark and hoarse, but always as warm as the sun. “My apologies. You know I am just as tempted by you, if not more so.”

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you tease, letting your eyes fall closed once again as you slip into a steady daze. “Please finish quickly Jihyun, I’ve missed you terribly.”

And you have. All day long have been feeling a little heartsick for him.

You don’t open your eyes again for a while. Occasionally, you feel him moving you around; a hand adjusting the position of your arm, brushing hair from your face, or ghosting against your thighs.

It’s a while before he moves again, and you feel the sofa cushions shift as he slips his legs from beneath you; hear him place his sketchpad and charcoal down.

You open your eyes when you feel Jihyun hover above you – plush lips, soft lashes, smiling mouth, adoration in his gaze. You don’t need a single star or planet to align if only he keeps looking at you in this way for the rest of your life.

“Can I see the sketch?” You whisper, your body writhing at the wild, desperate look he gives you; know that he needs you just as badly as you need him.

You feel dizzy, drunk as you try to regain control of your body that never, never, never has enough of him.

“Later,” he answers, finally brushing his lips against yours, swallowing your moan as he presses every inch of his body against yours. He can’t ever have enough of you either.

Jihyun loves to capture these moments between you, has taken photographs of him pleasing you, of you pleasing him, of you two together; you wish he would paint this moment, the two of you intwined so tightly that you looked like one.

There is no need for preparation; you’ve been wet since he’d pressed you back into the blankets and asked you to stay there. Jihyun releases a shaky breath as he thrusts up and over your mound, coating himself in your arousal. You press his face into your neck and drape one leg over his hip, opening yourself up fully and giving unspoken permission at the same time.

You both gasp as the head of his cock notches at your entrances. His hips tremble slightly as he drives in, only stopping once his hips are tights against yours. You can’t help it; you squeeze around him, arch a little and writhe at the delicious fullness you feel.

“Thank you for waiting for me, my love” he says, and you know he doesn’t just mean today, or every other day you’ve watched him work while basking in the sunlight.

He means that period so long ago, when both of you were lost and stumbling through life but had fallen desperately in love with each other. When he’d left to learn how to live with mistakes made and figure out himself and his dreams.

You stayed and tried to make sense of what your life had become. Had spent so much of your time praying to the stars, to the moon, to the sun that he would come back to you.

He pulls backs to look at your face, brushes wild hair from your forehead and presses a kiss where his fingers had been. He only moves once he is sure you won’t look away. The first time he draws away and presses back in is enough to make you whine, enough to make you cry with the tender way he is looking at you.

Jihyun fucks into you at a gentle pace, loves to draw out the pleasure and just feel you beneath him. You understand why, too. All those years of secrecy and lying had left his body tired and his soul weary, and now he is eager for a moment of respite. He’s found that peace, the calmness he’s searched his whole life for, in you.

You can feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his. You suck in a breath as Jihyun slicks your wetness up, fingers grazing your swollen, sensitive clit. A broken gasp leaves you as he presses harder, circling around you and you press yourself against his hand, rocking into him as he thrusts into you. You begin to flutter around him and he groans, his pace finally stuttering, his hips shaking against yours.

“Come on, baby,” he urges, flushed and eyes dark and shining. “Let me hear you.”

And you do. You let yourself vocalize everything that he makes you feel – the adoration, the love, the coursing desire that has lit a burning fire within you. He presses his mouth to yours and tastes every sound you make, pupils blown and completely blissed out in the knowledge that it’s all because of him.

He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks of pleasure, joins you with a jerk of his hips – brows furrowed, eyes shut and his lips parted as he moans your name.

When he finally pulls away, your thighs are shaking and your eyes are dropping with fatigue. He kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, pulls back to look at the mess between your thighs and sings you quiet praises.

“Come here, honey,” he whispers, slowly standing up and hooking one arm beneath your knees, the other under your shoulders and lifts you up effortlessly. You lock your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, sigh in quiet happiness. “Let’s get to bed.”

He carries you through the hallways of this home you’ve built together. Photographs of you two line the walls, kissing and smiling and always looking at each other with joy in your eyes.

There are pictures of your friends too, posters of Zen’s productions, blurry images of Jumin with Elizabeth the 3rd, Jaehee in front of her new café, Yoosung at his recent graduation, and plenty of the reunited Choi twins on their many adventures (because Saeyoung has taken it upon himself to hang pictures on your walls too).

Days can be long, and sometimes you don’t feel like yourself; but these still images that capture the life you once dreamed of help you remember: you have Jihyun, you have a family – you need nothing else.

You lean closer to Jihyun, kiss up his neck and across his jawline. Press your lips against the corner of his smiling mouth. “I love you.”

I would have waited a lifetime for you, you think. You have made my life a living dream.

[theglitterypages]

Title: Secret Life of Levi Ackerman Part 1

Part Two

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: When Levi noticed that his brats are all tired, hungry some are even injured, he decided to tell them to retreat and brought them to a village nearby and a big secret was revealed.

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry if this is a bad one. There will be errors ahead so bear with me guys, I will edit it soon once I have the time.

••••••

“Levi, where are we going?" Hanji asked when Levi ordered everyone to retreat, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean and Connie was puzzled too but they didn't choose to question the Captain. They trust the man and they know Levi wouldn't get them killed purposely.

Levi sighed as he looked back to Hanji, exhaustion was evident in his face. “We need to rest, there's a village nearby and we'll have some break there.” Levi plainly answered. The captain looked back at the kids and gestured them to follow, “Go faster, brats.” he smirked.

••••

You were busy cooking for your lunch when you heard horses neigh nearby. You carefully walked to the living room to look outside your window to see what was happening and you gasped when you saw a man outside your house.

You immediately opened the door just to see 6 other people that doesn't seem familiar to you, most of them were young and they were petting their horses. “Lev...I didn't know you'll go home today.” you looked at Levi and he smiled apologetically as he looked behind him, gesturing the kids behind. “These brats are probably hungry now, two of them are wounded too. Sorry if I came home like this.” your gaze landed at the kids and at the woman smiling at you.

“Well, I was just cooking. Leave the horses here and go inside.” you called them out.

Even if they are clueless, the whole squad came inside. It was a decent looking home, not that big but not small either, just enough for a family of four or five. “Sit down, all of you. Wait for me here.” Levi ordered. The kids sat down while Hanji curiously looked around her, puzzled of why Levi brought them here.

Levi followed you to the kitchen and hugged you from behind, you giggled quietly and turned to face him.

“You look tired.” you pointed out.

“Sorry, we just lost almost half of—” you cut him off by pressing your fingers in his lips, you wouldn't want to heart it because you know that talking about it breaks Levi even more. “Shh, I know. For now, give the kids some bread while I cook. I'll treat their wounds too.” you kissed his cheek and pulled away from him so you could see if the food is cooking well.

“This was not what I've promised you when we got married.” Levi whispered. It didn't look like he was saying it to you, he's actually saying it to himself.

The two of you has been married for three years, you met him when he got accidentally wounded while fighting the titans, your cousin, Erwin went home with an injured Levi and because of your knowledge in medicine you were the one who treated Levi's wounds.

Every time you'll visit Erwin, you'll be seeing Levi too, at first he would just greet you and would leave after that but when you visited Erwin one day and he was nowhere to be found, Levi accompanied you all day, he wasn't talkative but he's a nice guy, people just tend to be scared of the way he stares and the way he speaks because he's so straightforward.

The two of you became friends, got closer and closer until romance blooms amidst all of the ongoing chaos. After 6 months, he asked Erwin if he could marry you, your parents are long gone and the only family you have is Erwin.

Erwin had no complain about you and Levi that's why the two of you got married immediately, it was an intimate ceremony, only those who are close enough were allowed to witness the wedding and it was more than fine to you, the most important part is you married the love of your life. That was more than enough.

For three years, the only time you could see Levi is during weekends, the time where he would leave his squad temporarily to go home to you and if there are not much expeditions outside the wall he comes home with Erwin's permission during weekdays.

Of course, there are times where he couldn't even go home to you but you understand, really, Erwin talked to you about marrying Levi, a man who's serving in Survey Corps would be tough, especially every time that they're outside the walls there's no guarantee that they'll come back alive but you still said yes, that is how much you love Levi and you've always trust him and his promise that he'll do his best to come home.

“But I know the man I married, Levi. I know that you can only go home to me during weekends and it's completely fine, I know there's a chance you'll go home with broken hand or foot, it scares the shit out of me but as I've said, I know who I married.” you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his, a silent reminder that despite o everything happened or anything that would happen, you will stay with him.

Levi close his eyes as he snaked his arms on your waist and pulled you closer as if he's holding onto his life. He kissed you back passionately and when he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours.“What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” he smiled bitterly, you let out a chuckle and combed his hair using your fingers.

“We all deserve some time to rest from the cruel world, my love. I will be your rest.”

Levi didn't move, he just stared into your eyes as he holds you close to his chest, in this chaos, you're the only one that brings him peace, the only one who motivates him to stay alive so he could come home, you're the one that makes him feel normal and every time that he'll come home to you, it feels like he's a normal man, a normal husband.

And he's starting to hate himself because he realized how ridiculous the whole set up was, he loves you so much and yet you couldn't even have him by your side all the time, that fact breaks his heart and that fact also motivates him to work harder so he could eliminate the titans so he could finally put his weapons down and be with you.

That's what he wanted, a peaceful life with you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Lev. Go and give these breads to the kids for Pete's sake.”

Hanji looked at the kids beside her, they all look exhausted and mortified because they witnessed deaths again but it's the consequence of serving in Survey Corps, no one should hesitate to sacrifice their lives because every deaths would be an aid to humanity.

The silence was deafening, it was a silent mourning of the kids who saw their comrades die and Hanji gave them the silence that they need, they're still new to this and she understands that they'll always be shaken up.

“Oi, here's some bread and water. How's the arm, Connie and Jean?"

“It hurts but we're fine Captain." the two answered. Levi sat across from the group and he sensed that everyone has been itching to ask the questions that had formed in their head but there's one person who looks to be more excited to know everything that's why Levi called out that person. “Okay, you have questions, Eren.” he began, Eren looked up, shocked that Levi has deduced that he wanted to ask something.

He's just curious but if Levi wouldn't want to answer he would respect his decision, anyway.

“W-Who is she?" He stammered.

“I'm Y/N...” You answered as you sat beside Levi who immediately put his arms around you, in return, you let your hand rest in his thigh, slowly caressing it with your hand, it's a thing that you do that he loves so bad.

“She's my wife...” he announced. He has to say it in the most simple way, there's no need to be dramatic because their reaction would be dramatic anyway.

Hanji's jaw literally dropped on the floor while the kids were all frozen.

“WAIT...WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?! SHE'S—OH MY GOD YOU'RE COMMANDER ERWIN'S COUSIN HOLY FUCK THAT'S WHY YOU'RE FAMILIAR OH MY GOD!”

You laughed loudly at Hanji's reaction, she's the first one to talk because the kids seems to not know what to say perhaps they're just trying to weigh things about the whole situation. It would be really shocking but it's not like Levi purposely hid the fact that he's married, you know that he's just trying to make your life as normal as it was before marrying him but marrying a man Levi would never be normal.

“Well, you know that Lev's not the type of person to talk about himself, right?” Hanji put a hand on her chest as she tried processing the information she heard just now. Now she realized how Levi would always disappear after expeditions, how he would have some things to ‘take care of’ during weekends, the way Erwin would remind him to come back alive, it was because Levi has someone waiting for him and it is you.

“Ah, I remember, who's injured?” you changed the topic as you remember Levi talking about two wounded kids.

“Us.” Connie and Jean answered in unison.

You smiled and stood up to look for your first aid kit, it's a must to have this considering your husband does come home with wounds, you hated it when he comes home injured but at least he's alive, right? “Lev, can you check if the food is cooked already?” you looked at Levi before sitting between Jean and Connie.When Levi heard your order he didn't complain and just made his way to the kitchen.

Mikasa's mouth gaped open, she doesn't really expect Levi to follow someone's order if it's not Erwin but he obeyed you too quickly to the point that she's wondering if this is the same Levi, the captain.

“What are your names?” You asked as you put a bandage in Connie's arms.

“A-Armin...”

“Mikasa.”

“Connie...”

“Jean.”

“Eren.”

“Ah...Hanji.”

You looked at the girl named Mikasa, she's really pretty but you noticed how her eyes looks so sad her eyes are beautiful but they've become dull her eyes would've been more beautiful if its sparkling because of glee.

And when you looked over at the blonde boy named Armin, the teen immediately blushed before looking down. A small smile made its way across your lips he's really cute.

“Oi, Oi, Oi, why are you blushing, brat?” Levi appeared. His tone was dangerous and Armin's eyes widened as he looked up at the Captain, the poor kid looks so scared that's why you decided to walk towards Levi and pinch him on his waist lightly, “Stop scaring him. He looks so cute and tiny, I want to adopt him, well all of them.” you giggled.

“Unfortunately, I don't want to adopt brats.” Levi snorted as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Shut up, I know you love them. They told ne their names, they're the kids you're talking about.” You exposed him. The thing that most people wouldn't believe about your husband is that he's talkative maybe just because of you but Levi always tell stories whenever he gets home.

Most of the time it would be about his expeditions, you encourage him to tell you everything both good and bad as you don't want Levi to carry the burden alone, he may be called as humanity's strongest soldier but Levi is still a human after all. You want to make it easy for him, let him feel that he's not alone.

You saw how shocked the teens were and you smiled sweetly before placing your hand in Levi's chest.

“Don't mind Levi, he's just embarrassed to admit it but he loves all of you and he's proud of all of you like a dad.”

Levi looked away when the kids sent him a look even Hanji did but he wouldn't have to deny it because he does talk about them whenever he gets home, as much as he hates them for being all loud and messy, he just have to admit that he also loves these kids. Even if they're all brats.

“Tch. The food is ready, let's eat.”

End of Part 1

[buckyownsmylife]

The Party Scene - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where the Avengers organize a glory hole event and Bucky takes it as an opportunity to finally fuck you.

Warnings: smut, protected sex (p in v), glory hole. Kind of a crack fic? I’ve laughed throughout the entire process of writing it, ngl.

A/N: Okay, so day 14 of Kinktober and the prompts were glory hole and “I wasn’t expecting you to be... THAT big”. I’m pretty proud of myself for actually getting through with this one, despite the fact that it’s so ridiculous, because I had absolutely no idea I’d be able to come up with something. So I’m giving myself props for this. If anything, at least I’m stretching my writing muscles.

The whole idea had been Stark’s doing, of course, but the fact that everyone seemed to accept it was just further proof of exactly how sex deprived the Avengers had become after the last few months of consecutive missions. Everyone had been on their wit’s end, and so the prospect of a group activity that would help let off some steam without any strings attached was generally well received. 

Bucky wasn’t exactly a part of the excitement. Well, he was a part of it, as his name had been thrown into the mix and he’d been selected as one of the attendees, instead of the “workers”. He just wasn’t as excited as everyone else, mainly because there was only one person he wanted to fuck. 

Y/N. Ever since his arrival, she’d been the one good constant in his process of recovery, always there for him with a kind word, a soft touch or a comforting silence. She seemed to always know what he needed, even when he didn't have the words to explain it or when he couldn’t identify it for himself.

It wasn't a surprise that Bucky had fallen for her. He couldn’t understand how no one else was head over heels for her beauty and charm. But, as part of the Avengers, she was part of the exercise too, and just to his luck, she was going to be one of the people made available to… help with the relaxation.

Just the idea of anyone touching her was enough to get Bucky mad enough that a scowl seemed to be permanently etched on his face. He didn’t want to imagine anyone else inside of her. If only he’d been brave enough to ask her out… They wouldn’t even feel *the need* to partake in such an activity, he’d make sure of that. 

There was only one thing he could do. He’d make sure to be the first one through the door tomorrow and he’d monopolize her body for his own pleasure. That wasn’t necessarily how he imagined their first time to be like, but it’d have to do.

The next day, Bucky managed to be the first inside the specially prepared room for the “GHE”, or “Glory Hole Experience”, as Tony had not so brilliantly dubbed the activity. By then, he didn’t even bother to hide his intentions anymore. Where before he would try to hide his feelings, pretend he didn’t dream about Y/N every single night, now he made sure everyone saw as he made a beeline to where he she’d be, having recognized her spread legs. 

But then he stopped. Now, it had been a while since he’d seen any woman naked, and he could barely remember those days before the war when he was able to make any woman’s panties easily drop to the ground, but he was sure he’d never seen such a pretty pussy in his entire life. Even if Hydra managed to capture him and reactivate the Winter Soldier, he was sure he’d never forget the sight of Y/N’s legs spread open for his sick pleasure.

Almost mesmerized, his hands moved on his own accord to caress her silky thighs, barely noticing how they were trembling. But at the sound of her strangled gasp, he froze, the harsh reality of the moment suddenly dawning upon him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not even sure if she could hear him through the wooden wall Tony had built just for that day, his cheeks burning as he lowered his head to hide his face from anyone who could be staring at him as he stared at her lower parts.

“It’s okay, Buck.” So much for being undercover, he thought, extremely curious as to how she’d found out it was him. “I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. Also, your metal hand was colder than what I did anticipate, so that surprised me.”

Oh, right. He’d forgotten about that. Stupid.

“Also, your touch felt nice. I haven’t been touched in so long, I guess I’d forgotten how good it felt…” Bucky raised an eyebrow at her words, definitely interested in the information she had just shared. Perhaps, just enough so he could push through the self-conscious feeling about what was going on.

“So… I can…” it felt weird to say “use you”, but Bucky didn’t know how else to word it. Thankfully, Y/N seemed to understand what he meant anyway. She always did. It was one of the many reasons why he had fallen for her.

“Yes! Yes. Please, Buck. I-I’d much rather have you than anyone else…” That last part was murmured in such a low voice that Bucky thought maybe he wasn’t supposed to even hear it, but with his super hearing, he had definitely caught each and every word that left her mouth and he was revelling in it.

So, making sure that he had a condom on, Bucky penetrated her slowly, one of his thumbs circling her clit to help her adjust to his length more easily. It was heaven and hell all at once. She was so fucking tight, and already so wet despite the lack of preparation. The little moans she was trying to swallow down were music to my ears, and I already knew I never wanted this to end. 

Except the enthusiasm was perhaps too much for me, and I lost control of my hips, pushing all the way inside of her when I was already halfway in. At the pained groan that she let out, I immediately stilled, suddenly feeling incredibly guilty.

“S-sorry,” I apologized automatically, having to exercise great restraint to keep still while I waited for her to say something, anything, that would let me know I hadn’t just completely screwed up.

“N-no, it’s… It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting you to be… THAT big.” I blinked a few times, trying to process what she’d just said. And then I snorted, the weight that had set on my shoulders at the prospect of hurting her disappearing all at once, leaving me in an incredibly bubbly mindset.

“Oh yeah, doll? Thought about this a lot, have you?” I heard her breath hitch as she realized the implications of her own words, but seconds later, I felt her thigh muscles relax under the palms of my hands.

“Can’t say that I haven’t, Sargent. Are you going to show me if I’ve been overestimating you or what?” Growling at her teasing, I took it as permission to start thrusting, initially making sure to do it as slowly as possible, but as moans started to flow from her and the pit of arousal in my stomach grew with each press of my cock head against her uterus, I soon began to pick up my pace, not quite believing the fact that I was now fucking Y/N. I’d stay here for the rest of the night, hell, if she wanted to, I’d stay nestled inside of her for the rest of our lives. I just didn’t want to ever forget how it felt to be deep inside of her pussy, being this connected to her, knowing I was giving her pleasure as well.

Under my thumb, I felt her clit throb as she screamed out her high, her pussy contracting around my member and prompting me to cum on the condom too. My release was so strong, such a spiritual experience, that for a few seconds I forgot where I was - it was just me and her, and the feeling of having cummed inside a girl after so long.

But then, I hear the most annoying voice in the tower, characteristically interrupting our bonding with a tap on my shoulder, saying, “Mind if I join?”

It was safe to say that Sam didn’t touch her that night or ever again.