A testament to how fucking Awful my post-hiking soreness has been. I got out of bed & had a moment of like "Wow! That wasn't verging on agonizing to do! My muscles Must be getting better!"

Then as I walked to the bathroom, I had a moment of "... 🤨 you're still limping, though."

52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

Here it is!

52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

| caffeine |     [chapter 5]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; oral(male receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, some name calling, masturbation, minor panty sniffing. 😈🥴Much like SE this doesn’t follow any of the drabble game posts/blurbs that precede it otherwise it also wouldnt make sense jkfhksh there are some similar plot points as one of the posts i made but its not directly related! 💕💕A bit of a shorter chapter this week but thank you for your continued interest~💕💕💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - x - x - x - x - x

True to your word, you find yourself at a SVT House party a few days later.

You wonder how any of them can even deal with the amount of people currently crammed into every square foot of the big house because you can barely keep it together. Minghao is nowhere to be seen, obvious. And Mingyu currently towers over everyone else in the kitchen where you stand; pouring liquor straight into Jihoon’s mouth. You raise an eyebrow at the sight, taking a sip of your own cup before you turn to exit the bustling kitchen.

It wasn’t that you were a prude or hated parties; it was more-so the crowd that really turned you off. Also the fact that SVT parties usually only ended when the law enforcement swung by and you typically did not want to be around when and if that happened. You really had to know how Minghao dealt with this.

“Whoa there baby, not so fast!”

An arm wraps around your waist and tugs you into their warm chest and you immediately spin around in their hold to see who the culprit is. “Um, can I help you?” He was definitely taller than you, had a beaming smile, and cute mole on his cheek. 

“Yeah! You almost left without introducing yourself to me, cutie~” 

There’s a laugh on his lips after and if you weren’t already involved with someone from SVT House, this guy would’ve definitely been your pick. “Why should I go first? You’re the one with your hands on me.” To your surprise, he lets go of you, backing up slightly to give you some space.

“Oops, sorry, haha, you’re right! My name’s Seokmin.” He smiles at you, extending a hand towards you which you take as you introduce yourself. “That’s a cute name! Say, you wanna get out of here?” You try to refrain from laughing, of course that was his goal. “It depends, where are you tryin’ to take me?” His smile turns into a smirk, eyes smoldering as he peers down at you. “Hmm, guess it depends where you wanna go? There’s a lot of rooms in this house, cutie. And I can take you to any of them.”

It’s at this exact moment you realize that everyone that’s part of SVT House apparently takes a course in flirting. “What do you say, baby? I could show you somethin’ new, if you’d like.”

“Actually, I think I have to have a word with her.”

The familiar voice has you turning to your side, meeting Wonwoo’s inquisitive stare as he brings his own cup to his lips. “Oh… okay. Nevermind! It was nice meeting you though!” Seokmin shares a look with Wonwoo before leaving, a pout on his lips before he exits.

“Wow, didn’t think I’d actually run into you here Wonwoo.”

The said male smirks, placing his empty cup down on the cluttered countertop before he starts to push you out of the kitchen and into the hallway. There’s a few people scattered about in the tight space, but thankfully more empty than the kitchen had been.

“I live here. Why wouldn’t I be here, princess?”

“I mean, Minghao tells me he usually stays in his room when you guys have parties… I just assumed you were the same or something.”

Wonwoo leads you to a restroom in the hallway, gently pushing you in before he turns to lock the door. “Oh? Think I’m a goody two shoes even after everything I’ve done to you? You’re too kind, sweetheart.” He backs you into the countertop, arms caging you in as he stares down at you.

“No, I never said that. Trust me, I know you’re not.”

Wonwoo tells you that his room is off limits when you ask. That it’s a luxury you need to earn before he takes you there. You pout at him at first, but you accept it for what it is. For now.

Instead, he pushes you down onto your knees, hands immediately flying to the waistband of his jeans to undo the button. You watch him, hands already behind your back as you try to get as comfortable as you could with the rug digging into your kneecaps.

“Your little show the other day was real cute, princess. We should do that more often when you don’t show up to see me. I always miss your tight cunt, baby.”

You nod up at him, eyes focused on his half hard cock coming into view when he pushes his jeans and underwear down enough. “But for now, I want you to suck me off with that slutty ‘lil mouth of yours. And no hands.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wonwoo guides his cock to your mouth, tapping the head of it on your cheek before he drags it across to your lips. You part your lips, welcoming his cock into your mouth as you begin sucking on the head. Groans spill out of his mouth as he watches you; his left hand still guiding his cock into your mouth as his right hand goes straight for your hair. He threads his fingertips through your hair, pulling on it enough to get you moaning around him.

Little by little, you take more and more of Wonwoo’s cock into your mouth until he’s deep throating you. And you can feel him getting harder and harder in your mouth as you hollow out your cheeks around him.

“Fuck, your mouth is so fucking small… You’re so good at sucking my cock.”

 By now, he already has both of his hands in your hair, holding you still as he thrusts into your mouth. You rub your thighs together, moaning around him when you feel how wet you are. “Mmh, I know how much you want me to take you upstairs and fuck your pretty cunt open. You only get that if you’re a good girl, y’know?” He lets out a heartless laugh, continuing to use your mouth to get off.

You whimper around him, eyes teary as you look up at him. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to that eventually.” He thrusts into your mouth particularly hard as you sputter around him. You know for sure you already look like a complete mess, eye makeup smeared and spit and precum dribbling down your chin. There’s a vague noise which sounds like knocking coming from the other side of the door and it reminds you that there’s an entire crowd of people just outside.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Be good and swallow it all for me, okay?” You nod slightly, relaxing your throat as he picks up the pace; the hands tangled in your hair tighter than before.

The knocking gets quicker and louder just as Wonwoo cums, a faint ringing in your ears as you swallow down all of the warm liquid. You can feel some of it dripping down your chin as he continues to shallowly thrust into your mouth, riding out his orgasm.

He lets go of your hair as he braces himself on the countertop above you, catching his breath as he stares down at you. You finally use your hands to brace yourself against his thighs, cleaning his cock with your mouth.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart.” Your throat feels impossibly sore; giving Wonwoo head after drinking earlier was probably not the best idea. “T-thank you, sir…”

“Hey! What the fuck is going on in there!?”

Right. The knocking.

Wonwoo gives you enough space to stand, legs shaky as you try to wipe off the cum drying on your chin while simultaneously trying to smooth down your messy hair. He tucks himself back into his underwear before he zips his jeans up, looking just as normal as ever. You check yourself in the mirror, only to find your lips swollen and eyes red from crying. There’s no way whoever is on the other side of the door won’t know; you just hope they’re too drunk to notice.

Despite the knocking, Wonwoo cages you against the sink again, tilting your head up to meet him in a searing kiss. It tastes like alcohol and cum, but he doesn't seem to mind. He drags a hand up your naked thigh, pushing the skirt you were wearing up until he can run his fingertips over your covered slit. 

When he breaks away from the kiss, his lips ghost over yours, a smirk on the edge of them. “Take off your panties for me.” 

“H-huh?”

“I can feel how wet they are and I want them.” 

You decide to let him, letting him drag the wet material down your thighs until you step out of them. He brings the soaked material to his face before smelling them, moaning as he does. Wonwoo pockets them right after, just as the knocking becomes unbearable.

When Wonwoo thinks you’re decent, he sidesteps you to open the door, revealing Seokmin on the other side.

“Fuck, are you serious? Should’ve just said you had dibs, bro. Anyway, party’s over man, someone broke Soonyoung’s gundam in the living room and he’s raising hell and jumping onto the tabletops. I think they need you.” Wonwoo doesn’t reply, instead wrapping a hand around your wrist as he drags you out of the restroom and back into the hallway.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.” You watch as he turns and starts walking away, surely to take care of whatever is going on in the living room. The stickiness between your legs is unbearable now that there wasn’t anything keeping it inside your panties, but you just need to get home so you can take care of it. Leaving yourself a mental note to send pics of yourself to Wonwoo later. He’d surely punish you for touching yourself without his permission, but you’d deal with that later.

“Hey, you gonna be okay? It’s kinda late to walk back. But I can walk you back if you want?” Seokmin comes up behind you, arm braced against the wall.

“Huh? No, it’s okay. I’ll, um, get a taxi or something. It’s not that far.”

“Okay. Might wanna text your dick appointment when you get in, though. That guy may not seem like it but he worries.”

That night when you get in, it’s a quick race to get undressed before your legs are spread on your bed.

Your idea of letting Wonwoo know you’re fine is sending him pictures of your state of undress and videos of you thrusting your dildo into your wet pussy. You even take the time to send him some audio clips where he can hear your whimpers and your wetness while you play with your toy.

You imagine it’s Wonwoo’s hands all over your body and Wonwoo’s cock deep inside of you. You even take the time to edge yourself twice; imagining it’s him making you whine and wait. His deep laugh and filthy praise on your mind when you cum hard; back bowing off the sheets as you cry out.

There’s a satisfied sigh on your lips when you slide the toy from inside of you, tiredness settling in when you sit up to get cleaned off. Getting off alone was fine, but it definitely wasn’t the same as actually fucking Wonwoo.

You were definitely going to the library tomorrow.

Duo x male reader

a/n: oh gods this is so. anyways this was meant for day thirteen of the @gundam-wing-pride event but certain circumstances have caused me to be unable to post in time for it. the tears prompt was kept in mind for this, i hope it suffices.

word count: 2,059

summary: horrific battles never made you cry, so how did a joke from Duo manage to do it?

warnings: reader is in an active war at first, brief mentions of reader becoming deaf to loud sounds after the battle, reader has a very dry way of thinking, i haven't seen the entirety of the show in ages so i think my timeline is a little messed up

reader pronouns: he/him but comes off as gn

How’d you end up here?

You’d woken up to the extremely jarring sounds of the space station’s evacuation alarms. Considering the immediate panicking masses of people that then flooded the streets, it wasn’t the best way to wake up. Especially when you factor in that your first evacuation drill since the ‘safe space’ had been rebuilt, relocated and refortified was supposed to happen next week. Though to be fair, there were absolutely no signs that you knew of that would signal a a war erupting on your colony.

Honestly? You never were impressed by the Gundams. All you knew about them was that they were starting a war with what a few of the colonies had begun to call the “colony rebels.” The White Fang. Maybe the White Fang had started the war, but you could care less. No matter who’d started this, the colonies- your colony- was caught in the crossfires now.

And it wasn’t like you could trust the Gundams, either. It wasn’t that long ago that Gundam Pilot 04 almost blew up an entire colony because their father had been killed. If that was how the Gundams handled personal loss, your colony could only speculate on the ways they’d deal with the political difficulties of a war. And unsurprisingly, it turned out that they handled it absolutely terribly.

The scariest part was the absolute absurdness of the whole war. Two sides that claimed to speak for the colonies. The White Fang pressed attention on the colonies, while the Gundams remained an absolute mystery. Plus, the individual power struggles claiming the colonies, the Treize Faction war against Oz that was reportedly occuring back on Earth... everybody was misinformed about absolutely all of it, and the best you could do was try to make sense of the chaos unfolding and hope it never touched your poor colony.

But wishes don’t always come true. And certainly never the wishes you make.

Like the wish you’d been repeating back to yourself for the last hour- to be able to come out of this unscathed. Your arm had some thoughts on that.

As it turns out, trying to run through an active warzone to the safe space you didn’t know the location of was extremely dangerous. So dangerous that your arm had been hit with a stray bullet. Right now the main dangers were the footsoldiers firing at each other, but not that far off in the distance you could see two of the Gundams fighting a swarm of Taruses. The fact that they weren’t close was anything but comforting, since you’d seen the speed of the Gundams before on T.V.

Oh.

“Hey- get outta the way! Ya try’na get killed?” A White Fang footsoldier shoved you to the side, presumably trying to help. Instead you stumbled facedown into a very large pile of scrap metal. Which very much hurt your arm and effectively trapped your leg as well.

Fun. “The fuck kinda horror movie is this?” You muttered to yourself. Of course, of course you ran directly into the fray. Because of COURSE that was safer than the opposite direction (which in all fairness had been covered in sharp-looking rubble). That’s fine. You could work with this. What did your uncle usually tell you- take inventory in terms of crises?

You hadn’t brought a backpack with you, so, all you could take inventory on was what was in your pockets. One elastic, a single outdated coin, and fuzz. Plus, a bleeding arm and the bullet you figured was still in there, a possibly twisted and hopefully not broken foot, ringing in your ears... and the clothes on your back. Ok.

So this is how you die? Fine. That’s fucking fine. You had plenty to live for, but fine. Who cares?

“Woah-hoh, what the hell? Hey- hey handsome, you awake?”

A very neon green light pierced your consciousness. Out of habit, you tried to raise your arm to block it out- and then an even more painful, piercing feeling jolted through your whole body. “Ahh-huah- ‘m. ‘m awake now. Ohhh gods. Yeah. ‘m- yeah. Fuck. Who’re you and are you going to help me or kill me?”

“Kill you? Man, I might be the god of Death and all but I’m not going to kill you! You related to Heero or somethin’?”

“Don’t know- ow- who the fuck that is. What’s up with that green light shit> ‘M gonna be blinded if I open my eyes.”

And there the light went. Nice. If this guy didn’t kill you, you might actually survive. Sans your arm. Nobody on your colony could help your arm. You figured that life would be interesting from now on. “Great, thanks man. Fuuuuck. You- you see my arm? Yeah- I’m taking your silence as a yeah. This bitch’s fucked and moving at all is very very painful. So hey random stranger. You strong enough to carry me to the nearest amputator?”

Apparently you were just being dramatic. Your arm would 100% be still attached and your foot would survive. Your ears were… fine. After waking up in a hospital on an entirely different colony station, you learned that apparently, there exists a kind of deaf in which it was hard to hear things that were too loud. Which. You now had.

No more concerts. Meh.

The most jarring of everything was when you discovered that a) you were likely to have either trauma or ptsd and b) the guy that carried you to the hospital in his Gundam- was a Gundam Pilot. 02. Duo Maxwell. He’d brought you to Colony 14 Blue and was now reportedly “chillin’ outside until you get discharged.” with the promise that he’d bring you to the Peacemillion afterwards.

Oh. And almost everybody you knew closely had “likely” passed away in the attack. The therapy for that was going to be interesting when you consider that nobody of your family was on the colony at the time of the attack. Honestly the way they were pressing for you to be evaled made it feel like they were planning to make an example out of your supposedly poor mental state. Unsurprisingly the hospital was being run by the White Fang.

Discharge went quickly. The ride back to Duo’s Deathscythe went quickly. The ride in Duo’s Deathscythe went far, far too slowly. And adjusting to life on the Peacemillion went poorly.

Every now and again, Duo would look for you and, if he hadn’t immediately come from a fight (he passed out on your carpet once due to blood loss after being in a gunfight. Zechs was less than appreciative.), he’d bring you to the nearest colony. Being able to enjoy a day out on occasion was a rarity you usually only got to experience with Duo.

“Ooooi, Duo. Check these out. Tell me these aren’t the coolest gloves you’ve ever seen.” You held up some black fingerless gloves for him to inspect. He’d brought you to a new colony, where apparently a special holiday (complete with fun sales) was happening. Admittedly, some of the people on this station were giving you and Duo some especially strange looks whenever Duo would tug on your shirt or grab your hand to get your attention but like. Fuck them.

“Hey, those look pretty awesome!” he grinned and bounced over, snatching the gloves from your hands to look for a price tag. “To steal or not to steal, that is the question.”

You raised an eyebrow. So maybe the crush you’d developed on this overgrown child of a thief was growing. So what? It’s just a crush. Everything’s going to be fine. “Is the price tag expensive or something?”

Duo shook his head. “Exact opposite. There isn’t one.”

“Let’s just leave ten gilla and bolt, then.”

“...wicked.”

Normally the rides back home were silent and awkward, but after the rather exciting day you’d had, you were feeling especially chatty. Which wasn’t to say that there weren’t still awkward breaks in the conversation. It was quiet, sure, but a lot of things had been quiet lately. Being deaf to louder things tended to do that to a person.

Duo drew you out of your thoughts with another tug on your sleeve and pressed one of the gloves into your hand. “Here. Figured we’d both look badass with just one glove. Plus we match!” He held up his gloved left hand with an air of confidence. He wasn’t wrong, honestly. Wearing his braid the way he did, he already cut an impressive figure, but the gloves really sold the look.

You pulled on the glove he gave you, flexing your fingers to test it’s flexibility. After all, if you couldn’t engage in you and Duo’s elaborate handshake, you might have to ditch the glove altogether. Luckily the glove fit you well- functionality and style alike. Ten gilla spent well.

“Not bad. Y’think Zechs’ll get jealous?” Duo laughed at the idea.

“Doubtful, doesn’t he have Noin to get him cool stuff? Plus, I think his mask and that hair are defining accessories, what else does he need?”

You shrugged. “What gay wouldn’t love these? ‘M already enjoying mine ‘nd yours look more worn in than mine do. Solid fuckin’ proof right there.” Not like you could confirm or deny that Duo was gay. Honestly, you didn’t really care for his specific labels, but Zechs was definitely gay so it just helped further the joke. With his demeanor and his lesbian best friend? Could the flags get any gayer.

“More like pansexual on my account. Good to know your take on gender preference though. This mean I’m allowed to openly flirt with you now?” He leaned back into his seat, throwing his feet up onto the table in front of you and resting his head in his hands.

You raised an eyebrow. “Only if you promise not to ‘no homo’ me afterwards.” Duo pretended to fall backwards, clutching at the nonexistent pearls and acting offended. You two giggled when Sally came in from the cockpit to assure herself that somebody hadn’t just gotten a concussion. To which Duo immediately pretended to have a head wound of some sorts (you suspected he was being purposely vague) in hopes of attaining the candy that Sally sometimes had on hand.

Once she left (leaving you and Duo with strong warnings against fooling around more, lest Duo’s “head injury” get worse; to which you had saluted and replied, “absolutely no promises, ma’am!”) you shared a look with the brunette and tried to keep from dissolving into a fit of laughter. To your chagrin, it was a fail. You were laughing so hard that your stomach was starting to genuinely hurt. Duo was doubled over on the ground, wheezing unintelligible words and trying to hand you the lollipop that Sally gave him.

By the time you had managed to calm down and breathe, Duo was getting into the chair beside you and clutching his side. “I think I pulled a muscle from laughing so hard.”

“Yeesh, ‘m crying from laughin’ so much. Aah, this is what y’do to me.” You joked, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before,” Duo paused to think. “like, at all! Now that I think about it, didja even cry when I rescued you?” You shrugged again. The battlefield was pretty terrifying and if you hadn’t found it in you to cry from fear… well, you were feeling a lot of emotions during the whole ordeal. Who could really blame you? “Pretty tough that a fuckin battle didn’t even make you cry. Hey- my bit musta been pretty damn good to make you shed a tear!”

“Yeah, don’t let it get to y’head. ‘S just because ‘m crushin on you.” You mentioned casually, testing the waters.

“Full homo?”

“Full homo.”

Well, would you look at that. Now Duo was crying. What was with you two and tears today?

BONUS:

“You’re so cheesy.” You muttered to Duo, who was proudly holding up your guys’s fingerless gloves- which he had sewn a rainbow patch onto the back of.

He smiled, tugging your glove onto your hand. “Mhm. You love it though.”

Sighing, you returned the favour and pulled his glove onto his right hand. “You’re right. I love it. I love you.”

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~Karma’s A Bitch~ (Chuuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader)

I am obsessed with Chuuya, I love him so much 🥺

I’m always open and down for Bungo requests guys!

Getting serious for a minute I absolutely adore Kokichi and Danganronpa but I’d like to be known for other stuff too!

Bungo Stray Dogs is my all time favorite anime so It’d be nice to have some Bungo requests if any of you are down for that.

This is the first piece that I’ve written straight from my own ideas and wasn’t Kokichi related in a very long time and I don’t know it just felt really good. I’m not saying I don’t want to write for Kokichi ever again, I absolutely adore him but there’s so many other fandoms I wanna write for as well!

I hope you guys understand if I like take a break from writing Danganronpa stuff every once in awhile, I won’t straight up drop it but it’s nice to have a change of pace every once in awhile! ❤️❤️

Word Count: 1.9k

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Chuuya had a bit of a temper problem, you figured that out quickly. But when it came to anything regarding you, he was even faster to anger than normal. If one of his subordinates (or really any man, or even sometimes women on the street) even so much as looked at you he turned into a ball of fury that nobody but you could stop.

Chuuya was currently holding a meeting with his many subordinates to talk about some… problems that had erupted within his division lately. You went with him, of course. You weren’t a part of the Port Mafia but everyone knew that he hardly ever let you leave his side. You were practically glued together, though you didn’t mind. Hell at this point everyone knew that the two of you were a thing, and everyone knew not to fuck around with what was Chuuya’s.

But apparently one of his subordinates hadn’t been given the message.

He had only left for a few minutes to use the restroom, but when he came back the room had fallen eerily silent.

Except for the sound of a man’s voice, bragging about his ‘amazing kill streak’.

And except for the sound of your awkward laughter, sounding almost desperate as all you wanted was for the other man to leave you alone. He watched, arms crossed and rage bubbling within him as he waited for the other man to notice his presence.

“But yeah, I’ve killed at least a hundred people tops.”

“That’s… nice…”

“So uh, you wanna maybe see a movie or something once this meeting is over? I see you hanging around Chuuya a lot but I can show you a pretty good time too.” He smiled a big, cocky grin your way and moved so that he spoke directly in your ear, his hand falling onto your arm and gently tracing his fingers along your skin. “And maybe after we could go back to my place. I can guarantee I’m a hundred times better in bed than that shortstack.”

You shuddered as you felt his breath hit your face, you were beyond uncomfortable and extremely angry at the fact that this man even had the balls to suggest he was better than Chuuya at ANYTHING. Chuuya could tell instantly just how bad you wanted to escape when your eyes locked with his. He let his anger run wild and within seconds he drew out his gun, so fast you had barely seen his hand even move and placed the barrel directly on the side of the man’s head. “Just who the hell do you think you are? Who gave you permission to touch her? Who gave you permission to even TALK to her, cause I know I sure as hell didn’t.”

The man quickly pulled his hand away from your arm and held them up in defense. You took the opportunity to slide next to Chuuya, holding onto his jacket with a tight grip. This was the first time any of his men had ever tried to make any moves on you, and you had to admit it was kind of scary, they were all members of a mafia so it wasn’t as if you were dealing with a random boy on the street flirting with you. These people were dangerous, and that included your boyfriend but you at least knew you could trust him.

“I-I’m sorry sir I didn’t think it was a big deal I-”

“Didn’t think it was a big deal!? You openly insinuated that you wanted to fuck, god I should just fucking kill you right now!”

“P-Please don’t!”

Chuuya let out a ‘tsk’ sound and brought the gun down to his side, glancing in your direction as he felt your arm practically shaking out of fear, though he couldn’t tell if it was him or the other man that was scaring you.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” In one quick motion he kicked his leg up, slamming his foot onto the man’s shoulder, putting more and more pressure until the man was screaming in pain. “You’re going to apologize to her and then, you’re going downstairs for awhile.”

“N-No Chuuya please I promise I’ll-”

There was another aggressive stomp of Chuuya’s foot and you cringed as you heard the loud snapping sound that followed. The man’s scream was ear piercing and most of the other men in the room had to cover their own ears but Chuuya stayed perfectly still, not flinching at all.

“You don’t get it bastard! You touched something that didn’t belong to you. You flirted with MY girlfriend. You play by the rules here, by my rules, and anyone who breaks the rules receives proper punishment.”

He grabbed hold of your arm gently and pulled you so that you stood beside him, though still allowed you to hold onto him for comfort.

Deep down he truly felt bad for making you witness this. He knew how much you hated his mafia tactics but at the same time he wasn’t going to let this man get away with what he had done to you. In Chuuya’s eyes you were an innocent princess who needed protection, and this man had tried to taint your innocent aura. That was enough to push him off the deep end.

“Apologize to her.”

“But-”

He dug his foot into his shoulder with even more force at hearing protest.

“NOW!”

And the man spoke to you through tears. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Satisfied, Chuuya finally moved his leg back to the ground and stood above the man who had curled himself into a ball on the floor. He let out a scoff at seeing the man so defeated and turned to two of his men in the room. “Take him downstairs. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

They nodded and each one grabbed his arms, beginning to drag him away but Chuuya placed a hand on one of the men’s chest, stopping them in their tracks.

“Start him off with a few rounds of Serum E.”

The man’s eyes grew wide in horror and he struggled in the two men’s arms. “No! Not Serum E! Chuuya I’m sorry! I-”

His voice was cut off as the door closed with a loud bang behind him. Chuuya let out a long sigh and turned to the remaining men who could do nothing but watch the scene that unfolded before them. “Meeting dismissed. We’ll pick this up another time.”

They dispersed and when the last man left and closed the door behind him Chuuya finally faced to look at you, though he felt awful at seeing the state you were in.

Fresh tears streaming down your cheeks, your body practically shaking in fear. He attempted to place a hand on your shoulder but you flinched away from his touch. You didn’t mean to you were just scared. It always terrified whenever Chuuya went off the deep end like that. He knew this as well and though he tried to hold it back, when it came to you he couldn’t help but be a bit overprotective of you. You weren’t a part of the mafia, you hated fighting or seeing anyone get hurt. You were, in all actuality, just an innocent girl wrapped up in his awful world. In his eyes someone as dangerous as him had no right even being with you so of course he felt the need to protect you and attack anyone that dared lay a finger on you.

“(Y/N)-”

He stepped closer to you, his hands slowly reaching for yours but before he could say more you slammed your eyes shut and lunged at him, hugging him tightly. He could feel your heart racing but he knew your fear was no longer aimed at him but of the situation you had just escaped from.

He ran his fingers through your hair, playing with the ends, intertwining the strands around his fingertips until you pulled away and felt secure enough to talk to him.

“Chuuya… Were you jealous of him?”

He was shocked at your question, but at the same time he couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit. You had just gotten the courage to speak and THAT’S what you were going to ask him?

“No way. That bastard could never compare to me.”

You smiled at his confidence (or in other words his giant ego). You hated to admit it but it was one of the many things you loved about him, but you continued to tease. “You were I can tell.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Normally if they try anything you’d give them a warning like a bullet to the foot or something… You brought him downstairs for a torture session, didn’t you?”

“You can already see through my tactics huh?”

“Well by now you are pretty easy to figure out…”

The boy smiled at your teasing tone and placed a sweet kiss on your lips in response, still trying his hardest to keep himself calm, though the kiss did help.

“But he really did cross a line…”

You hummed in agreement at his words and he glanced behind you at the clock.

“I suppose I should deal with him now…”

He pulled away, adjusting the gloves on his hands before his eyes fell to the small pout on your lips. “I’ll be right back and after we can go home and I’ll make sure to show you a good time, alright?”

Your face instantly turned a tomato red and you could clearly see the smirk on his face, showing fully well what the other man had said to you, but you also knew that Chuuya wouldn’t hesitate to complete his request either.

“Chuuya!”

He laughed at your embarrassment and shrugged his shoulders. “What? That bastard told you he’d be better than me in bed right? Well now I gotta remind everyone who’s Top Dog around here, and that includes you.”

“Chuuya I swear to god… You keep talking like that and you won’t be getting ANYTHING.”

“I was joking, honest.”

“Mhmm…” You nodded. “Sure you were.”

He once again kissed you, this time on the cheek before cupping your chin in his fingers and staring at you. It was rare for Chuuya to get affectionate and sentimental with you, it hurt his pride too much, unless it was in private, in which case he was a big softie. But the smile he gave you was kind, and full of nothing but love. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to go home now, to hell with that man, but he had to put him in his place. That was his job after all.

He reached on his head and took off his hat, placing it on the top of your head, his smile only growing more as he watched your eyes light up in joy. “I’ll see you in an hour or so Princess.”

“I love yooouuu Chuuya.”

He couldn’t stop the smirk that fell on his face as he blew a kiss back towards you, but quickly returned his composure as he opened the door. He’d never let anyone see the soft side of him, no one but you. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I love you too.”

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the author sent a letter : ❝dear reader, first and foremost, i’m terribly sorry for being inactive— university and entrance exams are choking me in the least kinky way possible. so, in order to make myself forgiven, i shall deliver you a sinful atsumu letter. sealed with a kiss, nikki. P.S: sending tons of love to @newfriendjen​ for taking some of her precious type to beta-read this letter, thank you so much once again, you’re an angel!❞

──➤ Prompt used : A letter inspired by the song “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado— as Atsumu comes back from a volleyball-related trip, he’s greeted by the most enticing sight : yourself, on the bed, wearing the set of lingerie he had specifically bought for you. Atsumu knows he has you all to himself, or so he thinks? A battle for dominance caught between two lovers with prideful hearts. ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Switch reader and switch Atsumu, sexual intercourse, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation (both reader and Atsumu), overstimulation, daddy kink, mistress kink, vaginal penetration. 

There are three rules to being a man-eater : make them spend hard, make them fall on their knees and make them fall real hard in love.

The first rule came natural, a flick of your hair accompanied by a sensually calculated flutter of your eyelashes was enough to make him bend under your charms, as if the requests leaving your lips had been laced with a spell rendering him unable to deny your demand. After all, Atsumu Miya would give you anything on a silver plate and more if it meant he could hear you say his name. He was particularly fond of the way you’d drag the last syllable of his name with the pad of your thumb gracing your lower lip, giving you the grandeur of a faux innocent façade, it was this meticulous marriage of faux innocence and lust that would, each time, sign his own end.

And yet again, he had dived head first into the abyss of your charms— not that he ever regretted it, the grin on your face and the gleam shining in the corner of your irises was the greatest reward he could have ever possibly asked for. 

Atsumu had come home from yet another trip, a volleyball-related trip that is. He had the thoughtful habit of sending you different kinds of presents while he was away, hoping that the presence of these gifts would make up for the lack of his own presence. There was always a note attached to each package, if it was lingerie he often wrote something along the lines of how he’d wish time would fly faster so he could bask in the glory of your body, take mental pictures of how the red of the lace embraced your body so divinely well that he was convinced you were a muse  taken from a renaissance painting who had come to life.

Whenever he’d come home, his first reflex was always to head straight to his room— because he was positive that he’d find you there either way.

And bingo. There you were, clothed in the latest set of lingerie he had sent you while he was abroad. Atsumu had an idea of how said set would look on you from the pictures he had seen online, but never did he once think that it would look that good. After all, you always exceeded his expectations. 

A set so sophisticated, he had picked a black set this time (surely because his subconscious associated the color to the color of the Black Jackals and it was enough to send a rush of blood downwards at the thought of it) and, much to his pleasure, it left so little to the imagination. The fabric covering your breasts was transparent if it wasn’t for the embroidered flowers right above your nipples. Unbeknownst to him, Atsumu’s gaze had been stuck on the way your buds were peaking through the fabric whilst the back of his mind already imagined scenarios where he’d let his mouth would latch onto your breast to earn some of the moans he knew all too well but could never get enough of.

His throat tightened a bit when his eyes went south— the panties matched the bra, albeit the presence of the flowers were missing this time, allowing him to drink in the sight of your core already glistening with lust. He hadn’t missed the way you were seated on the edge of his bed either, legs already spread apart like a silent invitation for him to let those thoughts that would make a demon blush be set free, or the way your back was paying homage to a crescent moon from how arched it was. Fuck. 

« You like what you see, baby? » The words left your lips in a suggestive tone.

He blinked once, then twice, to set himself free from the torment of his thoughts. « Is this all for me? » He questioned, taking a few steps forward to reduce the space between the both of you. 

Alas, he was stopped by the red sole of the heels (courtesy of the expertise of Louboutin) planted on his lower abs. « What do you think you’re doing? On your knees. »

« Wh-… On my knees? » The smirk plastered across his facial features had fallen low into a look of disbelief. 

« Didn’t you get in the first time? On your knees. Now. » You repeated, the imperative tone of your voice becoming clearer. 

The second rule to being a man-eater was to make them fall on their knees.

He sunk down to his knees as told, his eyesight facing directly your clothed core he so badly wanted to have a taste of. Your taste was like an addiction, not that he was interested in finding some kind of antidote anyways. Atsumu didn’t even notice the way his tongue was swiping across his lower lip in anticipation for the future sinful deeds he was bound to do.

Seeing he was stuck in a daze of lust, you just had to earn his attention back. How dare he not pay attention to you? With the help of your index and middle finger, you began to stroke your clothed core in vertical motions, a slow and methodic pattern to entice him even more and make him sink even more into an abyss of dark thoughts.

« Do you want it? Do you want to eat me out, mhm? » You half-questioned, already knowing the answer to your question was going to be positive.

Although he thought it was impossible, his throat tightened even more, the constriction of lust preventing him from forming any kind of a sentence, hence why he nodded instead of ridiculing himself with broken words.

« Cat’s got your tongue? » 

« Lemme’ eat you out, please. » He replied after gathering enough strength to form a ‘normal’ sentence.

« Please who? » You demanded, leaning forwards to cradle his jaw.

« Fuck… Please mistress. » The words sounded so bitter, the price to pay to reach nirvana.

The way you had leaned back, propped on your elbows to obtain some kind of leverage, was a silent way to invite him to get a taste of yourself. Both of his palms roamed on the plush flesh of your thighs caging him into the sweetest hold, until his fingers reached the bands on the side of the panties which had been lingering on his mind more than he’d ever admit. Controlled by his unquenchable thirst to let his tastebuds be blessed by the sweet taste of your juices, Atsumu used his strength for good measure by ripping the fabric apart— a distinct testimony of the hunger casting a dark cloud over his irises.

And at this very moment, right when the fabric of your panties fell into an abyss of oblivion, Atsumu knew that the gates of heaven had finally opened up to him— his orbs were frenetic, trying to catch a glimpse of each centimeter of your body awaiting to be cherished by his lips and worshipped by his tongue, and you could’ve sworn his pupils had dilated when his gaze landed on your core, glistening in all of its lustful glory.

« You like what you see, don’t you? » You teased, knowing damn well the answer was written all over his face.

« I love it, I fuckin’ love it, mistress. » Atsumu answered, the desire to get a taste of you almost burning him alive.

You couldn’t help but smile at his awful lack of self-control, but oh well, at least he had the benefit of having tried… But was trying ever really enough? Your palm fell flat on his cranium, digits tangling with his bleached blonde locks that could rival the brightest rays of sunshine. « Go ahead… You have my permission. »

Those were the words Atsumu had been waiting to hear ever since he stepped foot in his bedroom, the words that triggered another wave of hunger in the pit of his stomach— in fact, said words had triggered the beginning of the end for him. And worst of all, he was aware of his own fatalist fate.

In a flash, the not-so foreign sensation of Atsumu’s mouth paving a trail of forbidden kisses from your inner thighs to your core awakened chills that ran down your spine. And there it was— the absolute devotion of his body to yours. He knew this was no place for teasing, the word reigning supreme here was ‘pleasure’, and he couldn’t allow to break the rules and not give his mistress what she desired, correct?

Like a man starved who was bound to eat his very last meal on Earth, Atsumu jumped head-first into a pool of lust and flattened his tongue to draw a long and fat lick of your core that would, for sure, coat all of his tastebuds with your taste. Fuck, this was heaven on Earth. He used his index and middle finger to spread your folds, thus obtaining a better view of your core and a clearer path to execute away the ministrations that would make a demon blush.

Kitten licks collecting any bits of remaining juice, sucking motions on your oh so sweet bundle of nerves that would be the key to your future orgasms, shoving his tongue directly into your hole that was clenching each time the tip of his tongue graced your inside— wasn’t he being such a sweet boy?

But it seems Atsumu had pulled out a fifth ace out of his sleeve when the same two digits that were spreading your folds open had taken a dive south to meet your core. He was getting drunk on the sight of seeing his fingers disappearing, inch by inch, into your hole that was clenching around him, a testimony of pleasure that was as clear as day.

Your back arched once more like the curve of a moon shining amidst a constellation, an iron grip maintained Atsumu in place and, at times, moved him a bit around when he was hitting that sweet spot that would make you cry out in pleasure. « Fuck, Atsumu! Nghh, right here, oh fuck, here! » 

And so he did as told— he pumped his fingers in and out of your core and let his tongue flicker some more over your bundle of nerves with a newfound purpose, the most lustful yet most rewarding one of them all, making you come undone. 

It wasn’t your first shared rodeo, and after quite a handful of experiences, Atsumu had gained enough knowledge to know when your body was about to give in to the sins of pleasure. He analyzed everything, knowing like the back of his hand how your moans would gain a higher pitch, how your hold on his hair would tighten more and more and how your breathing was gradually becoming more irregular. « Fuck, fuck— ah, fuck! I’m gonna, ‘gonna c-cum! »

And before the words had fully left your mouth, you were hit with ceaseless waves of pleasure that washed all over you, sending you into a state of pure bliss where you could discern stars behind your closed lid, much to Atsumu’s greatest pleasure. The latter hadn’t missed a bit, and as soon as the first drops of the awaited elixir of pleasure had poured from your clenching core, his tongue was quick to lick your entire cunt clean— he wasn’t the one to waste your sweet cum, after all. 

Atsumu could’ve sworn that he could’ve come undone from the taste of your cum only, and the crimson shade of the tip of his cock, aching from an enticing marriage of pain and pleasure, seemed to prove this point even further. « Fuck, you taste so good. So, so good, mistress. »

The tip of his tongue had cleaned the last remaining bits of cum on the corners of his lips, tasting once more what he’d define as the sweetest poison on Earth whilst you were completely sent into a post-orgasm daze, eyes blurry from the pearls of tears that had threatened to fall earlier.

Your gaze was stuck on the ceiling, causing you to miss the ill-intentioned grin that had crept across Atsumu’s facial traits. « Are we going to play this game longer, huh? ‘Kinda tired of playing your personal slut. » He trailed off, his body now hovering over yours. « We all know for a fact that if there’s a slut here, it’s you, and you’re all fuckin’ mine. » He whispered right in the crook of your ear, having chosen to reduce the space between your ear and his lips to send chills down your spine. 

« Atsumu… » You breathed out, barely recognizing your own voice from how weak it sounded. 

« Two can play this little game of yours, ya’ know? But… We’re gonna play under my rules now. So start calling me by my name. » Words coated with lust fell straight into your eardrum. « My real name, doll. » He added, this time with a deeper tone.

It was the last warning he had given you before crashing his lips onto yours, tongue barely waiting half a second to force its way in your own mouth where your two tongues clashed in harmony. Despite your state, you still put up a fight against his pink muscle, well decided to win this fight for supremacy by tugging him closer by the neck. 

« Dirty little thing, you never know when to quit, do you, huh? » He breathed out against your lips, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths. 

« Fuck you, Atsumu. You wish I’d give you what you want! » You barked back, bringing him closer to shut him up with yet another kiss.

« Weren’t you just cumming on my mouth, like, two minutes ago? C’mon, I haven’t even fucked you stupid yet and you’re already losing your damn mind? » He seethed, deciding to shut you up on his own terms by planting his pearly whites into the yet untouched flesh of your neck where, later on, a bouquet of scarlet and plum love bites would bloom.

Atsumu created a path of open-mouthed kisses, intercut with repetitions of « mine » between each kiss, that led to the valley of your breasts. His hands were quick to set you free (quite the euphemism because he decided, much like your panties, to rip your bra apart) from the poor piece of fabric that was separating him from your breasts. 

There again, he wasted no time sending another urge of pleasure coursing through your veins as his mouth was quick to latch onto your breast— the hypnotic rolling motions of his tongue and the small bites left on your nipple caused a flow of moans to fall free from your mouth. « Make those sounds for me, c’mon, don’t go shy on me now, princess. » He mused before giving the same treatment to your other breast while he was pinching your other nipple with his fingers, rolling it until it hurt pleasurably to the touch.

The whines and moans falling like a cascade from your lips had always been something he will never get tired of, it was like the best of rewards, that and seeing your face contorted by pleasure. 

He knew damn well your core was still leaking from your previous orgasm, and prepping it once more would only please you too much, and now that the roles had reversed, he was not bound to give you what you wanted anymore.

His digits wrapped around his cock, throbbing in anticipation and the tip as red as ever and a trail of pre-cum was leaking down the side of his girth. Atsumu gave it a few experimental pumps, using his fingers to spread the pre-cum all over his cock although he knew that he didn’t need much of a lubricant given how soaked you were. « C’mon, Atsumu, don’t tease me! » You whined. 

« Huh? What did you just call me? » He asked, ceasing the pumping motions on his cock which let you know that if you were to call him by the wrong name again, he’d just leave you on your own. 

« Fuck you… Don’t tease me, please, Daddy. » You breathed out.

« See? Dirty sluts like you can turn into good girls. » He grinned at your obedience before resuming to his antics. 

The tip of his cock was teasing your core, letting the tip run over your folds and your clit to give you a taste of the pleasure you were going to go through. And then it hit, the gradual pleasure conquering each inch of your body as he slid inch by inch the length of his cock inside your throbbing hole that was already sucking him like a vice. « Fuck, fuck you’re tight. » 

The sudden stretch caused a moan to erupt from your lips in response to the sudden presence amongst your walls. The way your body responded to every experimental inch drilled within you earned a light groan out of him each time, that is until he managed to push his entire girth inside of you, you mutually reacted to the overwhelming sensation by a choked breath, as if every ounce of oxygen had been knocked out of your lungs. 

And then it was a crescendo— not only regarding the rhythm of his hypnotic thrusts which never failed to cause the sudden appearance of a soft sound of pleasure from bursting out of your lips, but also regarding the rising level of ecstasy and pure bliss in your lower belly : the forming knots became a bit tighter with each slap of his testicles against your derrière and the stars shining behind your closed lids became a bit clearer with each thrust, sending you straight into a daze where you failed to tell the difference between reality and lustful dreams. « D-Daddy, please, ahh! Fuck me so good, fuck me so good… » You breathed out between moans.

You couldn’t help but dig your nails into the flesh of his upper arm which provoked a groan out of him, crimson colored trails colored his skin and the red tone of pleasure married the tone of his skin so effortlessly, as if your marks had always belonged on his skin. 

« Who’s making you feel this fuckin’ good? Who does this wet cunt of yours belong to, slut? » Atsumu grunted, a trail of curses leaving his lips in the process. His perpetual quest of pleasure was ceaseless, never once stopping to fill his lungs with clear oxygen. Every thrust spoke volume, and said volume growing louder and louder with each passing second and each thrust given as an offering to the deities of lust. « Y-You, daddy! No one.. Fuuck, n-no one else! »

«Fuck, baby! ‘M gonna cum in that tight pussy of yours, better get every single drop for Daddy, fuck, fuck, fuck! » His lips were glued to yours, careless to allow you the right to breathe and that was all due to the lust that consumed him as he could already fill the welcoming breezes of his approaching climax against his skin. 

The tip of his girth was kissing the panel of nerves designed for pleasure, each thrust caressing your cervix was as addictive as the last one. It signed the end of you, sealed the fatalist fate where you were bound to unleash a second orgasm although your body had barely recovered from the first one. This crescendo of lust had drawn more pleasure that your body could possibly handle, forced more reactions that your mind could follow. 

Speaking of the latter, it was pitch black, and not even a beacon of hope had the chance to shine through the void of your thoughts, pierce through the darkness emanating from the open gates of your subconscious. Only unintelligible sounds that echoed to pleasure left your parted lips, head tilted to the side with a string of drool creating a humid stain on the pillow. 

And then it hit you, your body had manifested the overdose of ecstasy for a second time, draining the last bits of energy you ignored you had. A dragged moan of his name, his real name, had left your lips at the occasion whilst the hand settled on his forearm had slid down on the mattress, taken away by the sudden exhaustion.

Atsumu’s salute came in the form of one final slam of his hips against your cunt dripping with the marriage of your juices and, after having colored the blank canvas of your walls with the color of sin, his own. « Good girl, see? See how nice you are when you obey? ‘Made a real mess, didn’t’cha? » He swore to himself that he could have come undone a second time at the sight of the cum leaking from your hole, pathetically clenching around his girth as he was pulling away from your hole. 

Your breathing was everything but regular, oxygen seemed to fade away as soon as it entered your system and your brain fogged by this persistent daze of lust wasn’t helping much. Obey? The same word was kept on loop in your mind from the moment he had said it. « Atsumu, I thought you knew me better than that. » You breathed out, bowing your lips into an ill-intentioned grin at the idea that had just blossomed in your mind. Obey? Very well.

« What are you on about? » He interrogated, brow quirked up to emphasize his question.

With the leverage given by the support of your elbows, you managed (as efficiently as someone who’s had two orgasms in a row, that is) to get back on your knees, and before Atsumu knew it, you were sitting on your self-claimed throne in the middle of his lap, right where his erection was still poking your entrance. You had essentially caged him with your luscious thighs, the sweetest hold he could’ve asked for despite what his face may say. « ‘The hell are y’doin’? » He asked once more, growing impatient by the second.

« Raising your voice at me? » You mused, sarcasm lacing your every word. « Very well, then. » You added, shoving your index and middle finger in his mouth to prevent him from spilling any more absurdities— you were not one bit surprised to see Atsumu quickly warming up to the not-so foreign presence of your fingers in his mouth, his pink muscle coating your digits with his saliva. « Good boy. See how nice you are when you obey? » Atsumu’s pupils dilated even more under the spell of lust when he realized you had twisted his own words in your favor.

Atsumu wanted to scoff, to shove you off and regain the monopoly of control once more but the way you were enticing him into a game of back-and-forth, a constant fight for supremacy, made him crave you even more. He hated it, and loved it at the same time.

How convenient that the tip of cock, still reddened by pleasure and coated with a veil of sinful cum, was grazing the curve of your derrière. One could say that this position was almost… Strategic, mhm? However, just sinking down on his girth in a heartbeat would be giving Atsumu what he wanted on a silver plate, with a supplement of moans and whines on top of it. 

« If you like control so much… » You trailed off, leaning to the side just a bit to reach the night stand right next to his bed where, of course, he’d hide his precious collection of toys devoted to pleasure. Your orbs scanned a bit, hands swimming through the myriad of strap-ons and others cock-rings with flashing colors, only to find the holy Graal in the form of metal-like handcuffs.

« You’re gonna love this, then. » You said, dangling from left to right the object of his torture, Atsumu’s eyes followed each motion of the handcuffs in a hypnotic manner, ready to be sent into a substate of delirium. 

« Hands. » You demanded, the imperative tone coloring your words provoked a whimper of anticipation out of him. « Good boy. » you praised, taking one hand after the other and locking each of them to the bedding, tugging just a bit on his wrists to see if the material would resist just in case Atsumu would put up a fight— but he’s such a good and obedient boy, he would never dare cross the limits you have drawn yourself.

« Who’s my good boy? » Words filled with such sweetness hidden behind a mirage of lust, like a poisoned apple of some sorts, fell straight into his eardrums. Atsumu’s mouth was set agape, believing for one second that he had forgotten how to talk properly. « ’S me, I’m your good boy, mistress. » So sweet, you couldn’t resist letting your hand envelope his cheek in a caring manner.

« Mh, what do you want mistress to do to you, my pretty boy? » More enchanting words lingered in the air, echoing like the fallen promises of the sirens to lure martyrs into the depth of lust. « I want… » He began, pupils dilating further upon observing your hands caressing all over his chest and abdomen region, feeling each bump created by his muscles. « I want mistress to fuck me, fuck me so hard ‘till she milks me dry. » He breathed out.

« And why do you want that? » You cooed, reducing dangerously the space between your lips and his own, your breasts pressed against the muscles of his chest. « … ‘Cause I’m your good boy, a-and your dirty slut. » He looked at you almost hesitantly, wondering if he had chosen the right wording.

The ill-intentioned grin painted across your face seemed to be the confirmation that, yes, Atsumu had said the magic words that had been housed inside the deepest, darkest parts of your subconscious. « That’s right, my dirty little slut. » 

You retreated your hips backwards, your gaze never once daring to leave his face and how his facial traits were already torn with pleasure. His hips had buckled at the degradation falling from your lips, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins in a heartbeat— he was so receptive to your words and touch, it was almost pathetic. « You’re so impatient, aren’t you? But good sluts deserved so be fucked so well, too. ‘Want me to ride your cock until you can’t take it anymore, mh? ‘Want me to make you cum? » You mocked as the pad of your thumb was brushing in circular motions the tip of his cock, you’d continue this torture until the sacred words would fall from his lips with pity drooling from every syllable. « P-Please… Fuck, mistress, milk me dry… Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. My cock’s— Ahh, shit, shit, shit! My c-cock’s yours, mistress. » 

He had begged so well, his pleas were on a loop like a broken record on your mind, getting drunk on the feeling of pity exuding his every pore shamelessly. You laid both of your hands flat on his lower abdomen to obtain some leverage, enough to tease him by gliding the angry scarlet shade of his cock in vertical motions against your folds. « Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please! » He pleaded once more, and as the words had died on his tongue like a secret prayer, you sank your hips down in a swift motion without warning. 

Atsumu felt like every ounce of oxygen had left his lungs, as if his brain had ceased to function for a moment because he was secretly persuaded that he had seen a glimpse of heaven as your derrière ascended onto his cock begging to be used for good measure, begging to have its flow of cum be leaked into the tight grip of your walls, begging to feel resurgences of pleasure over and over again until his mind couldn’t keep up anymore and until becoming a whining, stuttering, drooling mess fucked stupid.

And then it began again, the ascension to heaven— a path he knew all too well, a path adorned with your name written in the finest gold lettering infused with the most sinful essence, a path illuminated by your face contorted in pleasure. The mere thought of it alone was enough to send him in overdrive.

The repetition of your hips gliding the girth of his cock was enough to make his tongue peak through the corner of his lips, not that he could muster enough force to shut his mouth anyways. But it was fine, so fine, because you were at the center of the echoes of his moans. 

« C’mon, baby! Be my good boy, ah fuck, fuck! Good little slut! » You breathed out, neck tilted to face the ceiling in ecstasy. Atsumu wasn’t following much, the sight of you riding him alongside your breasts bouncing frenetically to the rhythm of your vertical motions was the greatest of gifts.

And on the other one hand, the greatest of gifts, for you, was being able to see him so weak and vulnerable, unable to put enough strength into his thrusts which led you to completely take control, unable to refrain any sound of pleasure from leaving the frontiers of his lips. « Ahh, fuck! Fuck me…! Fuck me! Nghh! » And there you were, drinking his enticing pleas. 

Your fingertips left hot crimson trails on the skin of his abdomen, true testimonies of the pure essence of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your breaths were growing more erratic, oftentimes they were cut with your own moans too. « Wanna’ cum, pretty boy? W-Wanna cum for your Mistress? »

« Please, please! P-Please just lemme’ fuckin’ cum in you! Lemme’... Fill your pretty cunt! » He breathed out in response.

Those were the sole little words you needed to quicken the pace of your ascensions, the latter caused Atsumu’s moans to grow more high-pitched. Although you couldn’t see it, you were entirely convinced that the tip of his cock had never been more rouge, he was breathing out pleas but ignored why on the long run, fully sent into a state of overstimulation. 

« A-Atsumu! Cum with me! » And the magic of performative language happened, the familiar feeling of the warmth of his white shots of cum invaded in the sweetest way your velvety walls, coating them with sins and passion. 

An elongated whimper fell free from your lips as it announced your own end, your own orgasm had been triggered with the one last fatal pump that untied all the metaphorical knots in your lower abdomen. Such a blissful sensation that never grew old, especially when Atsumu was the reason behind it all. 

But alas, as soon as you had touched Nirvana with your fingertips, fatality hit you in the back— you found yourself deprived of your energy, feeling as if all the oxygen had been knocked off of your lungs, and your mind was caught in a daze which projected nothing but a white veil.

« Baby… You did so good, so, so good... » Your words fell like hot whispers against his chest, your sudden lack of energy had caused you to fall limp onto his chest while you were still cockwarming him. 

Atsumu blinked once, then twice, only to realize that the pleasure that had enveloped him was very much real— and so were you. « Fuck that was good… » He whispered in response, not daring to move one bit because he knew his muscles would never forgive him for doing so. « You’re an angel, y’know that? » His gaze fell on you, the softest hint of a grin adorned his facial features.

You couldn’t help but release a hush giggle at his answer « How dare you calling me an angel after all of that, hm? »

This time, it was his time to mimic you by giving life to his own giggle, « Hey, the devil was the most beautiful angel once… Or something like that, ‘dunno. » He grinned, keeping the groans of pain locked in his throat as he managed to lay his palm against your cheek— his touch was so familiar, leaning into his palm came natural.  « But I didn’t know the devil came in sexy lingerie though. »

Oh, to you, dear victim of a maneater : you know you would do anything to keep them by your side, because when they say they love you, they love you long time.

Stream - Valter Skarsgard

Request - You’re Valters mod for his twitch stream and you finally meet up and end up hooking up

Smut is rusty but I tried lol. Enjoy!

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Fifteen minutes or so? You good?

I knew who the text was from before I looked at my phone.

Yeah, did you post anything about this on social media earlier in the day? 

No. I’m spontaneous, you know that.

How many times had I told Valter to tweet or post a story to Instagram a few hours earlier than he planned to stream to try and get new viewers? The answer is too many.

Right. See you there, Valter.

He knew how to both press my buttons until I was furious and charm the shit out of me to the point that I could not be mad at him. I spent the remaining time until the stream getting my computer set up and grabbing a bottle of iced tea and a snack for later. Valter usually streamed for quite a while and I didn’t like to spend too much time away from the screen. 

The large majority of his viewers were longtime fans of his that were respectful and fun to chat with. That didn’t mean there weren’t people that came to his stream only to harass and compare him to his brothers. 

A few years ago we’d been on a FaceTime call, both of us being pretty inebriated, he’d shyly admitted he hoped I’d understand why it was important to keep those trolls out, without giving me the actual reason. As unbothered as he claimed to be, I knew that these people rubbed Valter the wrong way. He had a lot of pride and, despite never meeting in person, we’d been friends for years and I could read his his facial expressions and the slight changes in his voice. 

His famous last name both opened and closed doors for him in many different ways. I tried my hardest to make sure his streams belonged to him and him only. The rest of the family would have to take a backseat. 

It was later than he normally streamed in his country, and much later than that in mine but despite the time, the stream was going well and the watchers were very engaging without being intrusive. The first time I had to step in and lay down the law was about an hour and a half in, much later than I normally would have to.

First time watch but won’t be the last!!!! Sexy as hell accent!!!!

A small giggle escaped my lips as I fired off a general message to the chat about keeping it clean even if you think it’s a tame opinion. Valter wasn’t generally bothered by comments on his accent and this one was barely vulgar but if it continued and got weird, I’d take care of it.

Valter chuckled as he read the comment before returning his attention to the game. It made the new watcher bolder.

So sexy, you’re so sexy. Your accent. Your face. YOU. Dude fuck me

Enough. Time for me to step in. I sent the chat another message about being respectful before directly contacting “Hottie444”.

I informed this person that their behavior was inappropriate and that this was their only warning. If they continued to speak the way they had been, they’d get kicked. 

The message I received was very polite and understanding of what they had done. I assumed it was over at that point. 

Seventeen minutes passed until I was proven wrong.

Your rent a cop told me to keep in clean but fuck that loser. FUCK ME VALTER IF U WONT SEND A BROTHER PLEASE

Time for Hottie444 to go. A handful of other watchers scolded them for making gross remarks and bringing up Valter’s family. I quickly banned the user and sent Valter a message to make sure he was good. 

That moron is gone. I’m sorry I let that first thing go, I thought it would be something harmless. 

It’s fine. I felt similar initially but I’m glad you took them out. I’m about to end the stream anyway.

Valter announced that he would be departing soon and just a few minutes after he left, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” the depth of his voice would always surprise me, “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

*

“You should not be this nervous,” I spoke into the mirror at my own reflection. I should not be this nervous to meet someone I’d known for years. 

Valter’s proposition was that we should meet and stream together, mod and streamer on at the same time to give the viewers a deeper look. I was down to do it. That was two months ago and now that I was standing in the airport bathroom staring at myself like a crazy person as I began to doubt my decision. 

We had face chatted probably hundreds of times but there was something completely different about meeting him in person. I knew him as Valter, just Valter. It was easy to block out the fact that he was a Skarsgard when I didn’t have to think about it.

I did have to think about it when I entered a special gate sanctioned off for celebrities and the wealthy. Valter was somebody important, he may not have made much of a mark on the world yet but I knew he would, and I was somebody regular. 

Dropping into a luxurious armchair while I waited at the gate for his plane to taxi in, I googled him. I had always known who he was and who he was related to but to see it his face so easily splashed all over the internet with his gorgeous family alongside him fueled my uneasiness. 

I jumped out of the chair as soon as people starting emerging from the gate. I didn’t have to wait long, only one other person exited before Valter did. He was so much taller than I could have imagined and, much to my annoyance, so beautiful.

“Hey,” he pulled my much smaller frame than his into a hug, “it’s awesome to finally meet.” 

“I agree, I’m so pumped to finally see you in the flesh!”

We exchanged pleasantries and talked about Twitch as I drove us to my apartment. I told Valter he would probably prefer a hotel but he insisted on staying with me. To make the stream authentic, he said. After seeing his gorgeous face, intimidating height and hearing his sexy accent while he was right in front of me (Hottie444 had always been spot on) I didn’t object to him staying in my apartment. 

*

“Valter, when do you want to stream? It’s been two days and as much as I love touring the city and eating my weight in tacos with you, I thought you were here to stream and expand.”

He was standing in front of my coffee maker watching the caffeine drip into the pot and silent for far too long after I asked him what he wanted to do.

“I have no intention of streaming alongside you,” he paused for a moment while he poured coffee into his cup, “I’m just so fucking tired of wanting you.”

It was unexpected and he had fully pulled the wool over my eyes under the guise of coming to see me to stream. We’d known each other for years but I never even considered a scenario where we would have a romantic relationship. None of that mattered at the moment though, here he was standing in my kitchen telling me he wanted me and it didn’t take me long to decide what to do.

His full cup of coffee fell to the floor as I rushed him, connecting my mouth to his while pushing my body as close to him as I possibly could. His lips were soft and lovely and when he used his tongue to ask for permission to pass my lips, I happily obliged. 

Valter had nearly a foot on me and every time he touched me I realized how big his hands were and how much his embrace affected me. He placed his arms under my ass and lifted me up while he kissed my breasts through my shirt as we made our way toward the bedroom.

“This is going to ruin our professional relationship,” I giggled as he slammed me down on the bed and stripped off his clothes. 

Though he’d removed his own quickly, he took time removing my clothing. Intentionally rubbing the thick strap of my bra against my sensitive nipple and pushing the fabric of my panties against my clit while rubbing roughly had my core throbbing. Valter knew what he was doing and he knew it was working. 

“Good,” he positioned himself between my legs after he relieved me of my clothes, “I’m not interested in you professionally,” he pushed the tip of his penis just barely into my folds, “just personally.”

The feeling of his hard cock had me reeling. Every part of Valter was beautiful but especially his gorgeous cock and I knew that I would end our night together with him emptying himself inside me, but not before I came all over him first. 

“Holy shit,” blonde hair was matted to his forehead, “you are so stubborn. I just want you to come for me.”

I tried my hardest to hold out, despite my shaking legs and aching clitoris. He had been through enough of my resistance and it was time to let go. 

A deep moan escaped my lips as I gave myself to him. My pussy clenched around his cock while my fingernails scraped his back and my lips sucked at his collarbone.

“Oh my god,” the words were just above a whisper, “Valter, fuck!”

My legs were trembling as he emptied himself inside me, pushing his hips against mine while he buried himself deep between my thighs. We kept our bodied entwined as we slowed our breathing and came down. He gave my forehead a small peck as he pulled out and adjusted himself.

“So,” he pushed his hair off his face and ran his hand beneath my breast, squeezing gently but enough to arouse me a bit, “should we stream?”

[FE3H/FE8] The Glenning

Word count: 974

Summary: Glenn Fraldarius and Glen from Grado meet in the afterlife.

Note: AO3 link. This is like a shitpost, but serious, but still a bit stupid haha.

There are two paths in front of him despite the fact he’s walking in an empty, white void: on the left, a wooden board is labeled “eternal rest”, while on the right there are some scratches that used to be words, maybe, but Glenn can make out “wait”. So he goes on the right.

He walks for a while, deep into whatever this place is, until he opens a door. Behind it is a room just as empty, but there are chairs lined against what could be a wall, and weapons scattered on the floor. Glenn raises an eyebrow at the blonde man in red armor sitting with a lance in hands, staring at him like he’s a ghost.

“So there are still people coming here,” the stranger says, somberly.

“Well, people die every day,” Glenn retorts.

Since he doesn’t have plans and this path has something to do with waiting, Glenn picks up an iron lance and gives it a few swings. The weapon looks very real.

“Can we die a second time if we get stabbed by those weapons?”

“Do you want to find out?” The man sounds calm and collected, the kind of person Glenn doesn’t have a good read on.

“I think I died impaled by a lance, and it fucking hurt, so I’ll pass. You want to spar?”

Glenn jerks his chin towards the lance still in the man’s hands; judging by his posture and his gaze, he looks like someone used to fighting. And, well, the armor is a dead giveaway.

“I’m Glenn, by the way.”

This elicits the first emotion in the man since Glenn arrived, surprise coloring his face as he stares unabashedly. Glenn stares back.

“What, am I too good looking for my name?”

“I’m also Glen.”

“What?”

“My name is Glen. G-L-E-N.”

They stare at each other for what seems like forever. This situation is funny as hell, so Glenn bursts out laughing.

“I’ve got an extra ‘N’ in my name! So, does that mean the world is trying to get rid of guys called Glen(n) because we’re too perfect?”

Glen shakes his head, like he can’t believe he shares a name with someone as weird as Glenn. He rises from his seat, and wow, maybe he should have given a warning about how tall he is.

“Why do you get to be called Glen and be a giant?” Glenn complains with outrage, craning his neck to look directly into Glen’s eyes.

“I’m probably older than you.” Glen shrugs. “You’ve got an extra letter in your name, that’s where the ‘height’ went into. Horizontal height in something intangible.”

“I didn’t die to get insulted by the walking equivalent of a fire torch on a stick. Fight me.”

Both of them are skilled with a lance, and judging by Glen’s moves, he isn’t a foot soldier but he’s still an extremely worthy opponent. But it’s also like watching a fish out of water trying to pretend he’s a human and running among them, and with that thought alone, Glenn decides he’s the better lancemaster. He doesn’t look ridiculous even if he’s not on horseback.

They stop sparring after they gave each other cuts on their forearms and legs, since they don’t know if by bleeding to death they will move onto the next stage of afterlife, or whatever that is. Even if they’re both out of breath and look ready to keel over, Glen won’t sit down, so naturally Glenn won’t either because he doesn’t want to give him the pleasure of looking down at him—more than he already is, at any rate.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Glenn asks. “I died on a battlefield with my king, so I thought that maybe he’ll end up here too.”

Glen stays silent for a moment, then shrugs. “I didn’t think about anything when I chose this path. Maybe I’m waiting for my little brother, but hopefully he won’t die any time soon.”

“Oh, I also have a little brother. The most annoying but cutest kid ever.”

“Most little brothers are, though mine is pretty calm and doesn’t talk much.”

“Okay, I’m starting to think there is a conspiracy against me. You’re tall and get the quiet brother, I’m short and get the crybaby brother. What gives?”

Glen’s lips curve upwards, clearly amused and mocking.

“They are coincidences. Or perhaps the Goddess forgot I existed and you were created with the vague image of me in mind.”

“Now I’m getting offended.”

Glenn snorts and rolls his eyes, unable to take this guy seriously with such nonsense coming out of his mouth. Everyone is unique, that’s what he keeps telling Felix. Just because they are both an older brother and a knight who died in the line of duty it doesn’t mean they’re the same people, or serve the same purpose. That’s only a few common traits.

“Maybe my brother will meet yours and he’ll win in a fight,” Glenn taunts.

“I doubt it, Cormag is just as skilled with a lance as I am,” Glen replies, confident. “I thought we were talking about ourselves?”

“We’re both dead, there’s not much we can do now. So our brothers will have to fight to decide who was the better Glen(n).”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” A pause, and Glen frowns. “Do you think our brothers are going to be alright without us?”

Glenn ponders on the question. “I suppose there are still friends and family around who can help them.”

“Cormag doesn’t have anyone else beside me, I doubt he will take my death well.”

“Nobody takes death well. Felix will cry, surely, but he’ll be fine. He’s strong, you know.”

Glen nods, like he can relate. “Yes, brothers are strong.”

Away from wherever this afterlife dimension is, Felix and Cormag are, in fact, not alright.

Gateway Drug | Part Twenty-Four

Table of Content or Part Twenty-Three

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): Language, Drug Abuse, Sexual Situations

A/N: Posted it earlier and only a few of you were able to access it for some reason so I’m reuploading it as a new post and maybe tumblr wont be weird about it

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They performed at the Monsters of Rock festival in Europe in August, and were beginning to be recognized on the streets at home more and more.

Nikki was beginning to dodge questions about our relationship in terms of groupies, while Tansy was dodging questions of rumors concerning the Miss December cover, mainly because she hadn’t been given the green light from Playboy to confirm she got it.

I also think she avoided talking about it publicly because she was embarrassed deep down. Women who posed and were comfortable with it were one thing, but Tansy was never as comfortable with it as she wanted us to think.

By the time everyone got back to L.A., the guys started in on a new album.

I wake up to low, soft strumming of bass notes, seeing Nikki sitting on the foot of the bed with his bare back to me with a notepad beside him.


Every night, even if he’s too messed up to barely function properly, he’s insisting on sex, and attempts to make it as good as he possibly can, as if he still feels guilty for what he said to me when we were fighting over the Tansy situation.

Pulling the covers up to my chest, I crawl to the foot of the bed, wrapping my arms around his torso, my lips pressing to his shoulder. 
He stops playing, his concentration slated, and looks at me from over his shoulder.


“Good afternoon.” He tells me with a little chuckle.


I rarely sleep later than him, and judging by the decline of sunlight through the window, it’s probably near five o'clock.


“Good afternoon.” I reply as he sets his bass aside, his hand reaching behind him pull me around to him so he can kiss me.


It’s sweet, but still rough in his Nikki way, and when we pull away from each other, I’m grinning mischievously, and pushing him back on the mattress.


I straddle him, and he laughs with a tone that emphasizes that he likes where this is going.


“Again?” He asks me in near disbelief, pulling my lips down to his.


“Mmhmm.” I hum while his lips are against mine, my hands unraveling the sheet from my body.


When we finish our three-hour warm up, we clean up and start getting ready to go out.


“Is it safe?!” Robbin calls from the other side of the bedroom door a couples minutes after I step in to the bedroom from the bathroom.


“Define ‘safe’.” I say back, getting a wink from Nikki as he fluffs his wet hair with his towel after he gets his pants on.


“You two aren’t fuckin’ anymore!” Robbin tells me.


I roll my eyes and look at the closed door.


“Yes, it’s saf—” I can’t finish because Nikki’s suddenly pushing me to the bed, getting on his knees on the floor, and burying his face between my legs just as the door cracks open. “Wait, wait, never mind!” I yell, trying to stay focused on warning Robbin, which is hard to do when Nikki’s eating me like he’s starving. 
“I’m tired of you guys thinking you’re sixteen again, and you’re not!” Robbin slams the door like a pouting kid, and I hold back laughter, arching my back and taking a deep breath as reality dissipates around Nikki and me.


After thirty minutes, I’m getting back in to the shower to rinse of my own sweat and cum, stepping back in to the bedroom, as Robbin is just leaving.


“Gross.” He comments at me in passing, about to go out with some of his own friends.


“We’re married!”


“You’re fucking in our room! I’m tired of sleeping in the living room.”
“You screwed Tansy!”


“Because she’s hot! That’s what guys do, Vivian! We screw hot girls! I’d fuck you if I didn’t like Nikki!"


"You’d what?” Nikki asks and I rub my lips together and hold back a laugh.


“I said if I didn’t like you, I would, but I do like you so no worries, Man.” Robbin argues, patting Nikki on the back.


I leave them to bicker, grabbing the clothes I’m wearing tonight before going back to the bathroom to get dressed before putting on makeup and straightening my hair.


By ten o'clock, I’m practically dragging Nikki away from the mirror as he tries to get his hair teased just right, although I told him it looked perfect.


“Nikki, just drive, you look fine.” I tell him honestly, waiting for him to crank the car so we can go.


He continues to pick at his hair, side-eying me.


“At least I’m not dressed like that.” He mumbles and I look down at my black leather skirt, and dark red tank top that mimics tight fitting lingerie with lace along the bust and a little bit of sheer material on the sides.


“Like what?” I ask sharply.


“Nothing.” He leaves his hair alone and cranks the car, but before he can shift gears, I’m grabbing his wrist to stop him.


“No, tell me."


He sighs and looks at me directly, raising his brows.


"I don’t feel like getting into a fight tonight.” He tells me. “And I will because you’re dressed like that.”


“Just because another guy looks at me doesn’t mean you have to try to kill them, Nikki.” I point out.


“They look, they make bets with their friends on whether they can fuck you or not, and then they talk to you with that motive. So I might as well save you both the trouble and time by just kicking their asses when they stare at you.”


“I don’t fight girls off of you."


"Because I’m not dressed like sex.”


“No, you’re just a rockstar with an unfairly attractive face, tan skin, and sexy hair, who wears leather pants tight enough to see your prick through.”


“Oh, please, it’s a known fact that chicks sell sex better than men do.”


“Because we’re smarter?”


“Because you’re like snakes wrapping yourselves around our dicks and sinking your fangs in to keep us by the balls."


"Must be miserable being that weak.” I comment as if I can’t relate, knowing good and well if he didn’t have me wrapped around his finger, I would’ve already gotten tired of him and left.


“I wouldn’t know.” He replies cooly. “Maybe…ask Vince if it is or not.”


I can’t help but laugh, elbowing him over the console and he smiles and shakes his head a little.


We get to the Rainbow for a pre-game meal being met by Tansy, Vince and Tommy at our booth.


“There they are!” Tommy exclaims like he hasn’t seen us in weeks, although we just got off the plane with him a few days ago. “Now, we can officially get this party goin’.” His hand pats excitedly on Nikki’s back, getting the waitress to bring out beers for them, while I opt for Pepsi.


Once we’re done eating and having decently sober conversation for the night, we leave to start whatever mess occurs.


“Where we going?” I ask once we’ve been walking down the street for a couple minutes, noticing that Vince is leading us now, and I grasping Tansy’s hand when she nearly trips on thin air to keep her from falling.


Tommy’s taking my other hand, swinging it back and forth with his like a couple of elementary school sweethearts flaunting our crush on one another on the playground.


“Tropicana so Vince can see his girlfriend.” Tommy and Tansy simultaneously say, exaggerating “girlfriend” in a teasing way.


“Yeah, yeah. whatever.” He rolls his eyes.


“Vince and Sharise, sittin’ in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g.” Tommy sing-songs.


“Fuck off, man.” Vince chuckles, pushing at Tommy with his shoulder. “I’m asking her to move in with me tonight so she doesn’t have to work there anymore.”


“You know, you’ve been awfully romantic with this is one, it’s really outta character for you.” Tansy points at him. “Either you really like her or you’re putting in overtime to get in bed with her."


"Little bit of both.” He tells her and I roll my eyes.


“Why can’t guys be nice to be nice?” Tansy asks me.


“Because ulterior motives are more fun than being not shitty.” I pipe.


“You don’t get to say anything about ulterior motives, Viv.” Vince points out. “Little miss, 'I’m here to support Tommy, but really I’ll just end up underneath the bass player.”


“Yes, Vince. Sleeping with Nikki was my intention all along. I left home to go see you guys play for the first time that night thinking, 'I’m gonna sleep with the bass player’.”


“Sure as hell backfired for me.” Nikki mumbles in a dreadful tone that is painfully serious, and causes an awkward silence to fall over everyone for half a second before Tommy and Vince try to ignore the comment.


When we get to Tropicana, “Looks That Kill” is blaring over the speakers and the drop-dead gorgeous blonde is by the bar in daisy dukes and a bikini top. 
Once Vince and Sharise are done talking, he waves us over while she goes back to finish her work for the night.


I just sit and observe, sipping water while Vince, Nikki, Tommy and Tansy take shot after shot, and eventually take turns slipping in to the bathroom to snort line after line, and–for Nikki and Tansy–smoke heroin.


I stay in my place and mind my own business.


Not my health, not my problem.


Tommy’s a kid in a candy shop looking at all the topless women serving drinks and the wrestling pits drenched in oil and mud with girls sliding around on each other as men cheer them on.


He, Vince and Tansy go to see some girl-on-girl action while Nikki and I are left to ourselves.


“I’m getting another drink.” He tells me, and I grab his wrist and stop him.


“Haven’t you had enough to drink, babe?” I ask him with a smile to avoid him thinking I’m trying to control him.


“Just one more, I promise.” He assures me, kissing me for a couple seconds before going to get a drink.


“Okay, Nikki.” I say to myself under my breath.


He finishes one more drink and then heads for the bathroom…repeatedly.


I go join Vince, Tommy, and Tansy in cheering on random women who, I have to hand it to them, kick ass even when there’s not much leverage or grip available due to being slippery.


Nikki comes back after trip number four to the bathroom, his eyes are doing weird little tricks that I don’t quite remember them doing before and he’s not saying anything, not even when one of us speaks to him.


He’s completely out of it.


The more crowded the club gets, the more I’m aching to leave for a moment get some fresh air.


I tug at Nikki’s jacket sleeve, catching his nearly untamable lack of attention span at the moment, and he looks down at me with pin-pointed pupils pulled tightly into his hazel irises.


“I’m going outside for a second.“ I tell him over the noise.


"I’ll come with you.” He lazily lets out, blinking slowly and I shake my head.


“No, you don’t have to do that, babe, I just need a little air.” I assure him and he nods.


Before I head to the door, I grab at Vince, who’s surprisingly the most sober for now.


“Keep an eye on him, please.” I ask in his ear so he can hear me clearly.
He glances at Nikki and nods.


I make my way outside, taking deep breathes that aren’t tainted by smoke, the smell of vomit and liquor, sex or sweat.


There’s the slightest nip in the air, making it just comfortable enough to be able to stand out here as long as I want to.


I decide to walk around a little bit to cleanse my senses of Tropicana.


My mind is going a mile a minute over things I can’t quite fix, or change, in all aspects of my life. Which leaves me plenty vulnerable to an unexpected and unintentional incident.


The door of an old Ford swings open just as I’m stepping by and knocks me to the pavement, causing some parts of my exposed legs and palms of my hands to be skint up.


“What the hell?!” I go to bitch the culprit out. “Pay some attention next time, ass–” I stop talking, looking up to see an odd combination of short, blue hair, and a completely lost yet sincerely apologetic expression.


“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.” He scrambles to help me up, stuttering a little.
Once he helps me up he towers over me the way Tommy does, and looks down at me with his dark chocolate brown eyes as if he can’t form sentences all of the sudden.


“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I really didn’t.” He tries to tell me.


“You know, I’ve seen guys do all kinds of bullshit things just to have an excuse to talk to a half-way decent looking girl, but this is definitely a first.”


"Well, I just moved here to the city and still don’t even know how things work, let alone how the girls here work.” He helps me brush myself off, knocking tiny, embedded pavement chips from my calf muscle, opting me to let out a tiny hiss. “Sorry.” He apologizes again at the sound. “I wasn’t paying attention and I opened the door without giving it a second thought.” He explains, coming back up from crouching to look me in the eye.


“Kinda figured you weren’t from around here.” I say, examining his t-shirt and torn jeans and horrendous black, with red trim, trench coat.


“No, Seattle.” He tells me and I rub my lips together. “I moved to have a better shot at getting a band together."


"Band? Don’t tell me you sing.” I brush my hair out of my face when the wind blows a little bit.


“No, bass, guitar, and drums.” He smiles a little. “But, mainly bass.”

“Oh, alright.”

“I’m Duff, by the way.” He introduces himself.


“Like Billy Duffy?” I tease in a smart ass tone.


Ready…


“No, like, Duff McKagan."


I silently repeat the name in my mind, trying to decide whether I like it or not.


It matches his style, that’s for sure.


"Vivian.” I tell him.


Set…


“Like Vivian Leigh?” He mocks my tone from earlier.


“No, like, Vivian Sixx.”


Go.

———————————————————————

Shining Star

(Excerpt)

Pairing: Axl Rose x OC

1988

My ankles nearly roll on each other as I step out of the venue, stumbling in my heels, my heart beat seeming to thump to the rhythm of Lindsey Buckingham’s “Trouble” that I can already tell is rattling the speakers of the car I’m being herded to by security.


My sunglasses stay perched on my nose, shielding my light-sensitive eyes from the prying flashes of reporters, reaching hands that are out to get a touch of me from fans, and I zone out the yells and screams of my name and begging to give someone somewhere attention.


The car door is slammed behind me once I get inside the limo and let out a breath of relief, glancing at my company.


I don’t even speak, taking my jacket off and reaching into my purse to grab the loaded syringe.


“Axl said you should let up on that stuff, Tans.” Steven’s slurred voice erupts in my ears, his head leaned back with his own pair of sunglasses guarding his eyes. “Nikki just died, like, two weeks ago.”


“Last time, Popcorn, I promise.” I lie, wrapping the chain of the crucifix I received for Christmas from my best friend, Vivian, around my arm tightly to act as an aid to let me see my stripped veins better.


I wait until we’re stopped at a red light with plenty of lighting from the building’s around us to help me see better.


The sting of the needle is temporary before peace consumes me, and I’m collapsing.


I nearly died that night.


It was a couple days into the New Year, and ironically enough I had promised my boyfriend that I’d get sober as a New Years resolution.


I didn’t mean it.


If I had meant it, Steven Adler wouldn’t have been attempting to keep a close friend of his alive for the second time in the last ten days.

I was ungrateful.

At that point I had more money than I knew what to do with, an apartment in New Yok, a mansion in L.A., a gigantic beach house on Tybee Island, two Ferraris, a Porsche, and a Harley Davidson and I didn’t even know how the hell to drive any of it, a new boyfriend that treated me like a fucking princess and was already wanting to marry me, yet I was still so fucking unhappy.

My life was give and get: allow an agency and my mother to talk me in to giving myself up to pose nude in nearly every issue of Playboy from the age of eighteen to twenty-five, be one of their most consistent models, get crowned Playmate of The Month in December of ‘84, and follow that up with Playmate of the Year in 1985, and get heaps and heaps of money in exchange for my soul, sanity, ability to trust, will to live, and sobriety.

My addiction had nothing to do with being bored and partying to pass the time and then slipping in to something more serious.

I started on coke to lose weight after being told one-hundred and twenty-five pounds only meant I needed to lose an extra fifteen, started drinking heavily to calm myself down before every shoot, then when I started getting molested at least once a month by people in charge of me at my agency and photographers, alcohol no longer did the trick and I started on heroin and anything else that would numb the self-loathing and guilt I had for bringing all of it on to myself by being a sex symbol and never telling anyone “no.”

My issues started as a way of coping with what I did to earn money, and that’s how it ended.

Rain, I ask you: ALL the quarantine asks!

Animated character that was your gay awakening? not really an ‘awakening’ so much as a ‘hint’, but Azula from Avatar: the Last Airbender ... yep

Grilled cheese or PB&J? GRILLED CHEESE

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on? I don’t really experience this mood, but my go-to watch is the vlogbrothers YouTube channel

Your go-to bar order, if you drink? if it’s a low-key/work outing, lager or cider (esp the ones with non-apple fruits too); if it’s getting more serious (lol) or with closer friends or a more celebratory mood: vodka with sparkling apple juice

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own? these Doc Martens that are white with red hearts got ’em with my first ever full time design job paycheck. i did not take care of them well so they’re super scuffed/beat-up and very much not Perfectly White ... but they’re still comfy as heck, i still love the design, and they’ve lasted 3 years so far, let’s see how much longer we can make it ... also i think they’re a limited edition so i likely won’t get my hands on any replacements...

Top three cuisines? my cheap-ass answer would be, like: East Asian, South-East Asian, Western European ... but my non-shit answer is... Japanese, Chinese, Italian (ftr i’m not a seafood fan ... i just love the ramen and non-seafood stuff that japan makes hehe)

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)? i have no clue

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had? cold-calling strangers to ask them to do market research phone surveys (y)

Look up. What’s directly across from you? the kitchen

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? i have a messenger bag that i got signed by Jeph Jacques of the Questionable Content webcomic that i once adored ... and I think my boyfriend has gifted me a signed Matthew Reilly hardcover.

Preferred way to spend a rainy day? curled up indoors wearing something cosy, reading and eating something delicious. playing animal crossing lol. aaaaand listening to music, a good podcast, watching stand-up comedy, drawing, getting intoxicated...

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? occasionally the standard smoked salmon and cream cheese, but i slightly prefer the meat to be, like, prosciutto

Brunch or midnight snacks? ehh fuck it, both???? both!!

Favorite mug you own easter limited edition waitrose mug, squat and round and yellow, painted/shaped like a very round chick. a Borb,,,,

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as? i actually thought about this and, uh, peppermint mocha. not for everyone, slightly weird, never fitting in with the regulars/being a default, but???? obviously awesome?? also: about 65% on the mainstream/hipster scale

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!) The Wombats is the artist. lyrics are either “Let's dance to Joy Division / and celebrate the irony / Everything is going wrong, / but we're so happy” from Let’s Dance to Joy Division or “the edge of nowhere’s such a beautiful place” from Emoticons

Fruity or herbal teas? herbal but i agree with @queenofslime, black tea is the best

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? ...do i experience embarrassment about what i like to watch on TV? i don’t know if i do, because i watch relatively few shows ... and have relatively little shame? maybe???

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying? ftr i wasn’t bitter about this before reading, i had no preconceived biases against, and i was pretty open to liking it -- The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

Do you match your socks? if they’re of a really nice design then yes always, if they’re of a more standard/generic design then ... not necessarily

Have you ever been horseback riding? yes a few times ... on the last time which was like five years ago ... the lady said i was a natural and asked if i’d ridden much before, which was. flattering. and yes this is a Brag.

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) didn’t have much of a hardcore phase but i was pretty much always into fantasy ... oh wait yeah i did! i had a spy phase :)

Have you ever been to jail? to closed-down ones, yep

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)? pretty great idea unequivocably, right?

Puzzles? i tend to enjoy riddles/lateral thinking puzzles, i am impartial about jigsaw puzzles. i enjoy escape rooms.

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it? apple ... but elderflower if i’m feeling reckless (y)

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore? young adult ... or stationery

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now? Russian language :( it’s going не так хорошо

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat? not sure if i have a go-to artist so much as go-to playlists i’ve made but some good ones are The Wombats and Bastille 

Where could someone find you in a museum? mammals/birds in natural history

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to? i swear i was talking about this recently but i clean the fuck forgot what it was ... oh yeah, i have this short-sleeved black minidress festooned with silver buckles/buttons and also featuring decorative suspenders ... which, yes, does make me look like a sexy military officer,,, anyway it’s pretty badass and somehow it hasn’t occurred to me till now that i can just wear that every day now if i want? ftw i do get the chance to wear it, it’s just a little bit Extra so i get self-conscious. i’ve worn it a few times though. including to work. because fuck it, right? i didn’t become a graphic designer to be shy about sometimes looking like a prototypical emo/scene kid-turned-adult??? (ftr i was never an actual emo/scene kid. i lacked the requisite guts, commitment of feeling, and permissive parents.)

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds? sunset-coloured clouds :)

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be? how about a shapeshifting feathered dragon that could range from, like, two thirds of a foot long (20cm) to sit on your shoulder, to ... the size of a massive draft horse? (but longer and thinner)

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs? photos, though if i didn’t live with a partner, it might be art

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go? i’ve already got a meme tattooed on my body ... a private meme i have with my boyfriend, one on each leg (left: outer side, just above knee; right: outside, a few inches above the ankle)

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with ?????? is this a sidekick to a known superhero, or a superhero to act as your sidekick? also i don’t know? who are the standard heroes? i’m not up to date on this.

Lakes, rivers, or oceans? rivers or oceans

Favorite mid-2000s song i can’t decide a favourite, it’s too stressful, but one that i like is Rob Thomas’s Little Wonders

How do you dress when you’re home alone? either a t-shirt and PJ pants, or a dress (usually short-sleeved/sleeveless minidress)

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? on either side of the couch haha

Knives or swords? BOTH but ok swords.

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving hmmmmm like all of Linkin Park’s first three albums with some exceptions? hahahah

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie i don’t think i.....know any????

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? explanation, though on instagram quite often the photo and caption are unrelated

Name a classic Vine there’s only one thing worse than a rapist...

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? dumplings! as in the gyoza type.

How do you top your ice cream? that ‘magic’ chocolate sauce that hardens into chocolate. that stuff. i watched those ads all childhood long but my parents were immigrants and therefore very thrifty so we NEVER bought it iirc and then in my adulthood i got it a bunch of times. but now i live in the uk and can’t find it. and forgot it existed. and have never seen it anywhere.

Do you like Jello? the kind that’s served on a plate as a dessert? meh. the kind that are found in asian grocery stores as individual fruit-flavoured serves in little plastic cups? YES 

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did? future stock prices? LOL ... or i’m gonna go with @queenofslime‘s answer again -- how others see me. it’s a great answer.

How are you at climbing trees? not............ good. i mean, i like climbing, but i have absolutely terrible upper body strength. i did bouldering for a couple months but only stuck to the first like... three out of nine difficulty levels.

I Promise

Requested: Anon - Could you write a Sweet Pea x reader where she's an orphan who used to live on the Southside, but then a foster family on the Northside took her in, so they don't really get to see each other for a few years, but they reunite when Sweet Pea transfers to Riverdale High and she defends him to Reggie and Cheryl? Thank you so much if you can! I love your stuff!! -&

A/N: I took it in a slightly different way but kept the main theme. I hope you like it anon.

Warnings: Violence. Cursing. Angst. Fluff

Word Count: 3649

When I was 7 my mom and dad got killed. I tried to keep it on the down low I was losing all my friends and I truly didn’t know what to do. For a few months, I was on my own their was secretive and no one knew about it because it was gang related. One day while I was in my friend's trailer doing homework there was a knock at the door. We opened it and Social Services was standing in front of me. They told me I had to go pack my stuff because they were obligated to take me away. I didn’t want to leave I was only 7 my whole life I knew the Southside and I was being ripped out of it. My friend even tried hiding me so we couldn't be found, but in the end, I was carried out kicking and screaming. For a while, everything was very difficult. No one wanted a girl from the South Side so I was in the foster system for 3 years before I got adopted. I got a few letters from my best friend for the first few years while I was in foster care but I didn’t answer I couldn’t. It hurt, not being able to see him and being away it tore a hole inside my heart. It's been 5 years with my parents and I love them dearly but the hole in my heart never left. The friends I had were ripped away from me, my parents didn’t hate the southside but I wasn’t allowed there alone and they would never step foot across the line. I saw people once in a while at Pops, but no one I was really close with. I should have tried harder to visit but I couldn’t. Seeing them and not being able to stay would have been so much worse. So I kept to myself. Most people on the Northside hated me, and I had a lot of enemies. I didn’t “fit in”. I was the girl who wore fishnets under her jeans and flannels around my waist. I may have been 7 when I left the Southside but I knew where I came from. The first few years at Riverdale I conformed. I was the good girl that worse the outfits that made me blend in, but when I hit high school that all changed. I was tired of not being who I was. My parents kept a tighter rope on me afraid that I would leave them and go to the southside. Even though I felt the southside was my home and I hated to admit the northside did too. I dressed the way I did because I didn’t want to forget. All I had was a few photos of my parents, the letters, my mom's jacket and a necklace with a snake that I was given by my best friend before I left. I didn’t understand much I knew my parents were killed and I knew it was a gang, I knew they tried to protect them but something went wrong and that was it. I tried to stay hidden. I didn’t want to be noticed I wanted to get through high school and move away. I loved my parents but the Northside the people here. They were not the people I wanted to be with. I started getting through school by going and then leaving that was it. Today was one of the hard days it felt like I hadn’t breathed. The Bulldogs were mad about something and I ignored them like I always. I was standing against my locker listening to music when I heard Mantle yelling in the hallway. I started walking the other way crashing into some girl with pink hair. “I’m so sorry”. I started to turn around again not caring Reggie was there. He was talking to the one and only Veronica Lodge. I overheard them talking about how our school was combining with another but to be honest I didn’t really care. I walked home that day going into my room doing my homework and then falling asleep like every other day.

I walked into school the next day seeing a welcome table and a super excited Andrews and Lodge. I stood against my locker again pulling my books outside of my bag and tossing them in. The door to Riverdale slammed open and in walked a group of kids wearing flannels, leather and combat boots. It couldn’t be. The walked passed me towards the welcome table and I saw it. The serpent that matched my mom's jacket. The school that transferred was Southside High. I saw some of my old friends in the group but I didn’t think they would remember me so I didn’t wanna say anything. The one person I looked for I didn’t see. I noticed one guy thought he was really tall something about him was familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I knew how the southside was if you left you were seen as a traitor who abandoned their family. I knew that was how they would see me and I didn’t need the attention. I was about to walk away I didn’t wanna be noticed. But of course something had to interrupt me, the oh so famous Cheryl Bombshell, or Blossom I mean. She had this grudge against the South Side one that made no sense entirely. Her father killed her brother no one else, but she couldn’t get that through her damn brain if she even had one. I watched it unfold Cheryl saying some stupid shit and then the girl I bumped into sending her back with a remark. I could see myself being friends with that pink haired girl. I started to walk away as Reggie rounded the hallway bumping into me. Why did I have to be so fucking clumsy all the time? “Hey look Y/N, finally some weirdos you can be friends with”. He pointed to the serpents as I walked off I wasn’t in the mood for his shit it was all too much. School went by casually there were a few serpents in my classes that I actually went to the ones I skipped I wasn’t sure. It was lunch now one time I could actually be excited for. I walked into the cafeteria usually I grabbed my food and ate in the lounge. That’s what my plan was but of course like the rest of today my plans were ruined. I was about to walk past the Serpent table with my food when Reggie stood in front of me blocking my path, but unlike usual he wasn't talking to me he was talking to the Serpents. Archie tried to stop him, but Reggie wasn’t having it. Cheryl even walked up next to him yelling at Jughead, I knew him I had seen him around school till he left but I had no idea he was a serpent. Reggie was going at this really tall kid while Cheryl was going at Jug. Something in me changed I was tired. Tired of everyone on the Northside thinking they were better than everyone else.

“Hey, Cheryl why don’t you shut the fuck up” everyone stopped surprised I even said anything.

“Excuse me”

“Did I stutter?”

“Why don’t you leave him alone, he did nothing to you”

“Need I remind you Y/N, his father killed my brother”

“I think your wrong there princess your father killed your brother so next time you should learn your facts. Stop trying to make yourself feel better by fucking tearing everyone else down when they did nothing to you” she went to push me but I grabbed her arm shoving her into a table. “I say you go out of this cafeteria before that lipstick ends up on my hand from my fist hitting your face”. She left running out of the cafeteria the pussycats following her. I figured Reggie would have followed but he didn’t. I hated Reggie more than everyone else. He always made sly remarks at me about being from the Southside. He started fighting with the tall guy again.

Fight*

“No one invited Southside scum to our school”

“Yeah well were here Reggie so why don't you go on your way and we’ll keep to ourselves”

“Reggie settle down,” said Archie

“Archie need I remind you they showed up at your door trying to kick your ass”

The tall guy said “yeah and we are happy to finish what we started” but was held back by his friends.

I interrupted at that point stepping in front of Reggie “Just leave them the fuck alone Reggie they did nothing to you”

“What's it to you Y/N”

“Nothing but you don’t need to be an asshole just to boost your frail ego”

“Well at least I wasn’t given up cause they didn’t want me, they had to pass you onto us, we don’t want you either so fuck off Y/N” I had it at that point. They knew I was adopted out of the Southside but they had no idea why. I had it, I punched him across the face my rings making small cuts along his cheek. He looked back up at me more pissed than I had ever seen him. Even more than when they lost a football game and let me tell you that was a look. He went to punch me but I grabbed his hand. The thing the Northsiders didn’t was that my parents let me take self-defense and martial arts classes as my creative outlet. I grabbed his arm pushing it behind his back pushing his face into the table where the Serpents were. “Hey mantle unless you want that pretty face of yours destroyed I suggest you stop being a jackass. Let the Serpent's be at our school peacefully they did nothing to you. Just because your scared they will steal all the girls doesn’t mean you should pick fights you know you’ll lose”. I let him stand up thinking he would have left, but he didn’t I started to walk away before my hair was grabbed and Reggie pushed me to the floor. “Really Mantle can’t pick on someone your own size,” he thought I was down I kicked his leg from under him, he landed with a thud on the ground. I stood up. Punching him directly in the nose, it starts to bleed. He lifted his hand to his nose, but I punched him again. I saw black it was like it clouded my vision. I only stopped because the girl with the pink hair put her arm on my shoulder. I grabbed my bag running out of the room, and into the rec room. No one had a free period left in the day so I figured no one would come in. I couldn’t go home not with blood on my hands anyway. I started freaking out I could have killed him. I couldn’t breathe right. It scared me… what happened. I never was like that before in my life even when I boxed people. It was, different. I got knocked out of my thoughts hearing a “Hey”

“Hello? are you in here?” I stayed behind the couch my breath sighing. He came around the side of the couch, the tall guy from the cafeteria with Reggie. “Uh… hi. I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone else would be here. I… I, uh am usually the only one with a free period right now”

“I didn’t say I had a free period, and I’m guessing you don’t either considering no one has one during this period” I laughed. He grabbed my hand and I flinched away. “Sorry… I brought a wet paper towel figured you probably would want the blood off”

“Th… thanks” he lifted my hand from my lap and I winced when the wet towel touched it. “Sorry I know it stings, you’ll get used to it”

“What do you think I’m going to do this again...”

“I mean hey if I can take a break from beating down the Northside and have you do it I’ll damn well take that break”  

“I don’t know, it’s a tough job”

“Oh trust me I know, been beating them down for years”

“Why?”

“I don’t know a long time ago the Northside, they took something from me. Something… important”

“What did they take?”

“It’s… complicated”

“You don’t have to tell me but why don’t you get it back?”

“I’ve been trying”

“Don’t know where to find it? maybe I can help you look?”

“I don’t know but when I do I’ll tell you” we sat there talking for about an hour, about random stuff it was weird I never talked to anyone but with him it was… comfortable. The bell rang signaling that school was over. The girl with the pink hair came in “Hey… ready to motor” he looked down at me almost as a are you gonna be okay. I got up telling him I’d see him later and I walked out. I walked home and somehow wasn’t in trouble. I sat in my bed that night thinking about the boy I had talked to. I didn’t know his name. I didn’t even know his initials. But I felt close to him somehow. It was… weird.

The next day at school was really good I talked to the kid again and it was nice. Of course, Cheryl tried to start shit again, but I ended it almost immediately. I was walking through the school when I saw the girl with the pink hair. She was taking pictures. “Hey are you a photographer”

“Wannabe but yeah… I guess”

“I’m Toni by the way, I wanted to say thank you for the other day”

“Don’t worry about it. I hate the people who live on this side of town”

“Don’t you live here”

“Yeah… but, I” as I was about to finish she got pulled away by some kid she called Fangs. I started worrying. Should I tell them who I am or no? Would they even want to be friends with me? I went home that night it and it was all I thought about. I got knocked out of my thoughts when my phone beeped. A massive thread from Cheryl saying the Southside was going to get it and there was gonna be a fight at the abandoned lot. I ran as fast as I could. I don’t know why but it just happened it was like my feet were carrying me and nothing else mattered at that moment except me getting there. When arrived it looked like they had been fighting for a little while. I saw the tall guy throw a punch at Archie before Reggie came up behind him hitting him in the back of my head. I screamed Toni saw me trying to pull me away but I couldn’t I hate to protect him, something told me I had to. Dilton Doiley some weird scout kid pulled a knife scratching the tall guy across the chest Archie punching him in the face sending him to the ground. I started running towards him after getting out of Toni’s grip and Reggie went to throw a punch while he was on the ground. I caught it my fist meeting with his lip. “Reggie I really gotta beat you up a second time?” I punched him again. He almost grabbed my leg but I jumped out of the way. I went to punch him again but I heard the sirens. Reggie got up running the tall guy still laying on the ground. “Hey let’s get you up come on” He stood up with my supporting his arm grabbing to his chest. “Do you have a car?”

“Funny… No car, but I have a bike”

“Can you even ride with your chest like that?”

“Yeah I can just help me over” I helped him he pulled me to climb onto the back and I did. I figured he would have gone to Pops or something but we crossed the line to the southside. He pulled up to a trailer it looked… familiar. I climbed off standing in shock as he walked to his front door. He looked over to me. “You coming?”

“Uh yeah… sorry I uh, nevermind” I walked into his trailer as he walked in behind me. He told me to sit on the couch and I did as he went into the bathroom. I heard him help in pain. I figured he was trying to patch it up. “Do you want some help?” he screamed back yeah as I walked to the bathroom. He was sat on the toilet cleaning the cut on his face. I took the washcloth pouring the peroxide on it slowly dabbing it. He looked at me “You're cleaning my cuts and I still don’t know your name”

“I mean I don't know yours either, now take off your shirt so I can clean the cut”

He started to pull off his shirt so I could clean the cut on his chest. That's when I saw it… the dog tags. “My names” I interrupted him

“Sweet Pea?”

“How did you?”

“The dog tags”

“What do you mean?” I took my necklace out of my shirt. His eyes looked in my almost an almost joyous look I hadn’t seen before. “I need to tell you something… I found what the Northside stole from me” He laughed, and I hugged him then, him wincing from the pain of my chest pressing to his.

“Y/N I missed you so damn much”

“I missed you too Sweet Pea, I missed you so fucking much you have no idea” I took the peroxide, finishing cleaning the cut on his chest, and bandaged it. “I thought I wasn't gonna find you Y/N, I should have realized sooner but you looked so different”

“Pea I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was you, you looked so familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. You're so much taller so much more… nevermind”

“I have a question though Y/N”, Why didn’t you answer the letters. Why didn’t you try to come back”

A tear fell from my eye and I walked sitting on his couch again, he followed after he grabbed a shirt from his bedroom. He saw the tear when he sat down and wiped it away. “I’m sorry Y/N I… I didn’t mean to make you cry”

“It’s fine. I, I couldn’t do it Sweet Pea. I couldn’t contact you because after leaving thinking of the Southside thinking of how I had to leave everyone it hurt so fucking much. I could send the letter and talk yes, but I couldn’t see you. I couldn’t see anyone it… it killed me”

“I never forgot about you Y/N… ever. I came to the northside I tried to find you sometimes but… I thought you moved. I even went to the foster place but they said they couldn’t disclose contact information. I tried… so hard. I kept a picture of you with me everywhere I even asked Jughead but he said he never saw you.”

“Yeah, I laid low on the Northside. Pea, I’m sorry I didn’t try harder I just… I couldn’t lose you a second time”

His hand went to my cheek and he leaned staring me in the eyes “I promise you will never lose me again, I promised when we were kids I would always be with you that is why I gave you the necklace” I looked down grabbing it. “I kept it, I never took it off. It made me feel like I had a part of home. I may have forgotten things but this always helped me remember”

“You never lost the Southside. You are always welcome here... you are family”

“I’m not family...people who leave the southside they aren't welcome. You have rules...laws that a serpent never sheds there skin. I did. I left my family. I left them and everyone probably hates me for it. I should go. I shouldn't even be here” he cut me off kissing me.

“Y/N You did not lose us and we didn’t leave you. You defended the Southside, we clearly never lost you either. I may not have recognized you at first, but I realized that Southside fire. It’s in you, you never lost it, a jacket is a jacket, the heart of the serpent is inside of you Y/N”

“I can't lose you again Sweet Pea”

“I promise you will never lose me… I will never lose you, not again” A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Pea got up answering the door. “Hey Fangs what’s up”

“Wanted to check and see how you were after the fight” he walked inside and saw me sitting on the couch.

“Hey, your the girl that fought Cheryl and Mantle” I nodded. Sweet Pea walked over grabbing my hand. “Fangs this is Y/N”

“Wait like Y/N, Y/N, like the girl you haven’t shut up about finding since I met you.” He looked over to me “This guy is obsessed with you. You fueled his hatred of the Northside, You were the gem he lost” he kept going on and on till Sweet Pea pushed him out the door telling him to leave.

“So you talked about me”

“Yeah… all the time I told you losing you hit me hard. I can’t do it again Y/N”

“Me neither Pea I don’t know what would happen if I did”

“I promise you, you won't. I love you. I always have”

Moonlight

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Story four of the Moonlight series - ABO Masterlist

Summary:  You’re a bonded pair with three children and all Sam can think about is having more.

Warnings: Breastfeeding(non-sexual, baby related), dominance, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

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Sam comes home late, just after two in the morning, shutting the front door carefully, cautious of waking you or his children. He’s a little sore, bleeding and a little drunk but it’s been a good night.

He kicks off his shoes and steps directly onto a pile of building blocks that send him careening forward into the arm of the couch. Cursing under his breath he rubs his foot, then picks up the toys scattered throughout the living room.

He’d gone out to run with the pack, after weeks of domesticity he needed to get out under the full moon, to feed his wolf instincts. There’s nothing like the sensation of shifting under the moonlight, giving into his base impulse to run and fight and hunt under the guise of his animal alter ego.

After they’d howled and roughhoused beneath the night sky, later morphing back into men, they’d gone to the bar, nursing cuts with sour mash and trading overblown stories. Sam had been the first to leave, gulping the final vestiges of his whiskey and patting Dean on the shoulders, “I’m a family man now, gotta get home before it gets too late.”

He flicks the overhead light as he smells you, catching your scent as he drops his duffel bag onto the table. If there’s one thing he knows it’s the pheromones of his mate and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re in heat.

Your heat is not supposed to come for another two weeks and you had a solid plan. You wanted to send the older boys to your mom’s, Owen is only one and needs constant supervision while Liam is two and old enough to ask questions. He doesn’t need to be privy to his parents fucking like animals.

Your youngest, Colin, is only three months and this is your first heat since giving birth. Sam has a track record of successfully getting you pregnant on his first try resulting in children that are almost too close in age, which is why you’d planned on taking suppressants this time. If anyone’s in need of birth control, it’s you.

He shrugs off his jacket and prowls down the dark hallway. He checks on the two older boys who are sprawled out, dead asleep in their beds with small bare feet poking out from under covers. Opening the door to master bedroom he finds you asleep on top of the comforter in nothing but panties and a tank top. The lamp at the side of the bed is still on, casting a dim glow across the room where an open book is lying near your hand. Sam knows this familiar scene all too well, these days you fall asleep just about anytime there’s a moment of silence, you’re exhausted with being a mother to your sons and mate to your Alpha.

Sam pads quietly to the corner the room, peeking over the edge of the crib where his smallest child sleeps soundly, with a thumb in his mouth. He smiles thoughtfully, caressing his small head full of dark hair, grateful for the family you’ve given him and the life you’re created together. During the days this place is a madhouse, the chaos of children laughing and playing, it’s ever ending, but the nights are quiet and generally reserved for you time together, however little time it might be.

You moan in your sleep, rolling onto your back and brushing your hand over your sex; you’re in heat all right, and you don’t even know it yet. Sam’s eyes narrow as he walks around the end of the bed to watch your resting body. His eyes shift to your panties, you’re already soaking through, your heat flooding your system, getting you ready. He knows by the time you awake you’ll be in pain, cramping and begging him release.

There’s a tell-tale tightness in his groin as he palms his growing erection through his jeans. You’ll trigger his rut sooner rather than later and right now he’s a bloody, sweaty mess, stinking like wet dog, so he practices self-control while he still can and slinks off to the shower.

You wake up to the sound of water running when the muscles of your abdomen cramp quick and sharp. It takes you a moment to shake from sleep as you feel a familiar twinge between your legs. At the same moment, your son stirs in his crib, you’re breastfeeding and it’s a never-ending cycle of sore boobs and hungry children.

You wince as you get up, scooping the child and bringing him with you back to the bed, where you lift your shirt as his small hands cup your breasts, his mouth finding a nipple. Closing your eyes you hear Sam in the shower, banging his elbows into the wall of your small bath. He’s like a giant in a child-size playhouse, trying to get clean. You really need a bigger house.

You’re surprised, a heat this early means it’s going to be a bad one, you suspect the next several days will be filled with this burning ache that turns you into the desperate woman Sam loves to take advantage of.

Sam wraps a towel around his waist, his cock already at half mast, your scent is stronger now and his body is responding accordingly. He wanders back to the bedroom to find you cross-legged with a baby at your breast. He catches your attention and you look to him, your eyes lighting up. He’s never gotten used to that, the way you can make him feel without even trying.

“I swear I didn’t wake him up,” Sam grins, closing the door gently behind him.

“He’s always hungry at this time, just like clockwork, my greedy little boy.” You cradle him in your arms, glancing up to enjoy the view as Sam dries off. Draping the towel over the dresser, he stands naked and proud watching you switch breasts. You groan, tipping your head to the side and biting your lip as another wave of pain rolls through your lower half. You know he can detect your scent, just like his very presence ignites a spark between your legs. “This is gonna be a rough one.”

“You’re early this time, that came on quick,” he lifts an eyebrow, throwing his dirty clothes on the closet floor. “You were fine when I left.”

“I was fine when I fell asleep, maybe it’s the full moon. I need a night out, I haven’t shifted in so long, my internal clock is all screwed up.” You move, looking down at Colin, his eyes fluttering closed, he’s almost back to sleep as he continues to suckle, softer than before. “What happened to your face baby?”

Sam touches the cut under his eye and shrugs, “just messing around with Dean, things got a little rough.” His brows come together as you gulp, trying to hold back the pain of your heat as it grows inside you. He strokes himself, his cock hard and bobbing in front of him, “you’re killing me, you smell so damn good.”

“He’s done.” You stand with Colin, his small mouth releasing your nipple as you place him back in his crib. “He’ll sleep through anything but we’re gonna have to call my mom tomorrow, have her pick up the boys-”

Sam’s on you immediately, turning you to face him as his lips meet yours in a hard kiss. Your body takes over, his touch curbing the painful contractions in your stomach as his tongue swirls inside your mouth. You moan, as he pulls you closer, his hands sliding down to you cup your ass, pulling your body flush to his chest.

He leans back to yank your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but panties as his stiff cock pokes in the belly. His swoops back in, his mouth biting at your shoulder, then kissing back up your neck as you shiver, running your hands through his hair.

“You want my knot?” He growls lifting, your legs wrapping around his waist, grinding your pussy into his stomach.

“Sam, we-” You stop for a moment, groaning as you rub your sex into him, desperate for relief. “We talked about his.”

He knows he doesn’t have to, he’s a seasoned mate and he knows to control himself. He can easily fuck you through your heat, and his rut, without knotting you…but he wants to really fucking bad, wants to swell inside you until his cock is trapped, ensuring that you’re bred with his child.

The two of you have talked about this, you told him sternly that you weren’t having any more, not any time soon. You already have more than enough on your plate, you’ve been pregnant for what feels like a lifetime and given him three babies in three years but tonight all Sam can think about is going for a fourth. There’s a certain biological imperative that kicks in, you’re bonded, you’re his, which makes him constantly and utterly desperate to watch your stomach swell with his pups.

“Omega,” he purrs against your lips, his hands sliding up your back to grab fist full of your hair, “just one more, four is a nice even number.”

Sam can’t control himself. It’s three months without a little one growing inside you and Sam’s determined to rectify the situation. The idea of you thick, your body growing with his seed is almost as satisfying as marking you that first time.

“I can hardly manage the ones we have, “ you groan, tipping your head back, his mouth traveling across your neck.

“We’ll get help, a nanny or something.” He drops you unceremoniously onto the bed and crawls over you, caging you between his body and the mattress. Reaching between your legs, he rubs your pussy through wet panties. You hiss when he presses two of his finger between your lips, only stopped by the cloth barrier, “you’re so fucking wet.”

“Can’t help it,” you whimper. He drops his head to your chest, biting your nipple. You yelp, arching toward his mouth.

“Shhhh,” he hushes, slipping his hand inside the waistband of your panties and dipping two long fingers into your pussy, “you’ll wake the boys up.”

Clamping your mouth shut, you try your best to stay quiet as he pumps into your slick cunt, his thumb finding it’s way to your clit, joining in, as he works deeper. His touch helps ease the pain but it also works you into a frenzy of raw nerves. He peels your panties down your legs, looking up with feral eyes before burying his head between your thighs. You feel his tongue push inside you, lapping as deep as his can get.

“Alpha,” you groan and buck up into his mouth. Sam rewards your wriggling by sucking your clit into his mouth with a wet, hungry sound.

His fingers thrust back inside you, hooking upward and making contact with that spot inside you no woman can reach on her own. Your breath hastens, hips rising off the bed as his lifts his head to watch. Your expressions melts as he feels your muscles quiver and tense in anticipation.

“My little Omega, come for me, you can do it.” He lowers his head, his mouth sealing over your clit and tongues under the hood with stiff, quick strokes. He licks, once, twice, three times and you come, twisting and thrusting into his face, grabbing a handful of his hair as you pull him into you. Sam grins, stilling lapping while you pulse, wet against his chin.

Sam takes his sweet time, licking up, then down your slit as you come back from your high, his tongue sliding past over-sensitive nerves until he’s satisfied with your experience.

He moves back and off the bed, standing over you, admiring his handiwork. The pain that comes with your heat is gone, but you’re by no means satisfied, not until you’ve had his cock inside you. Not to mention Sam’s in a full-blown rut now, he needs you just as much as you need him.

“Turn over,” he orders. You suck in a deep breath and roll onto your stomach. “On your hands and knees,” he clarifies. You don’t hesitate to assume the position, your Omega showing as you submit completely.

You feel him behind you, the bed dipping down and his hand on your lower back. “Spread your legs for me,” he gently smacks the inside of your thighs with his palm until your opened wide, presenting yourself to him, “tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you pant, as he settles between your calves.

“Say it,” he takes a hand full of your ass, rubbing it before pulling back. “Tell me.”

“I belong to you, Alpha, I’m yours.” You arch up into his hand, pushing your head down to the bed.

“That’s right, now be a good girl and don’t move.” He hisses, sliding two fingers back into your drenched pussy. He angles his touch downward, pressing toward your belly and you gasp struggling to stay in place.

“Sam,” you cry, his fingers twisting and pressing where you’re ripe for him, it’s wonderful but it’s not what you really want, not what your body is craving. “Please, oh god, please fuck me,” your pleads spilling out in a single breath.

Gripping the bedspread you ball your fists when you feel the head of his cock rub over the swollen lips of your pussy. Sam curls over you, his tongue licking up the small of your back, up until he’s reached the base of your neck. He growls, biting down and pushing into you at the same, your mouth falls open in a silent scream as his teeth sink into your flesh as his cock slides deep, thick and stiff until his balls slap against your clit.

You lurch forward, knees buckling as you collapse onto the bed with Sam’s weight on top of you. He grunts, lifting your hips right where he wants them and starts to move, sliding out and back in with a wicked thrust. “Is this what you needed?” He reaches up, grabbing your hair until your throat is bared. “Do you like this? Taking my cock in this sweet little cunt?” He accentuates his questions with a sharp stab of his hips that makes you shove your face into the bed to muffle the cry that rips from your throat.

“Yes, yes” you rant, nearly biting your own wrist to keep from being too loud.

“Gonna put my pups in your belly tonight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Sam rolls his hips, “Want me to knot you until you’re so full you can’t move?”

You moan, whole body shaking as you pant a breathless, “yes.”

He groans and begins to move faster, fucking into you mercilessly with the wet slap of his hips. His hands grip so tight you know he’ll leave bruises, but it feels good, you want his marks on you, to remind you of who and what you are. He reaches around your hip to find your clit once again, raking his fingers furiously as your second orgasm begins to build.

Then, just as you’re on the edge, he pulls out with a groan and moves to the front of the bed.

“Come here,” he’s settling in front of you, his back resting against the headboard as you clammer into his lap, straddling his legs with knees bent on either side of his thighs. He lines his cock up with one hand, pulling you down into his length with the other.

He never gets sick of watching this, your head falling back and mouth open as your body takes his dick, clenched in tight, silk muscles. You brace yourself, hands on his shoulders as you ride him, sliding back and forth on his cock as your squeeze him inside you. Your whole body is humming, desperate for release with him inside you.

With every move, your clit slides across the crown of pubic hair at the base of his dick, it’s perfect friction that works in combination with his thick shaft filling you completely. He wraps one hand around your neck, not squeezing, just showing ownership as his other hand spreads wide over your stomach while you’re fucking yourself on his cock.

“When you come I want to you think about how you’re going to give me another son. Gonna fuck you until I know you’re bred.” His words and insistent movement of your hips come together in unison as your world comes apart, twitching and twisting as pleasure consumes every inch of you.

Sam watches you shake, eyes rolled back in your skull as you clench around him. You so beautiful like this, the mother of his children strung out like a glowing, raw goddess.

The urgency of your hips slows as you wilt forward, nuzzling into his neck, trying to catch your breath. Sam wraps his arms around you and rolls you both over, his cock deep in your dripping pussy.

“You’re mine, Omega.” He grunts, thrusting forward, driving into you at a quick pace. He’s heavy, laid out over the stretch of your body, but the weight of him feels all-consuming and wonderful. He props himself up, pushing matted hair away from your sweaty forehead. He looks into your eyes, his rhythm never faltering. There’s a flash of tenderness behind his fierce stare. Before you were bonded he was all wild, everything was rough and urgent. just needing the release to calm the ache in his balls, but that was years ago. Now he has control, he’s mastered his own rut and knows how to stop himself for from pushing too fast and hard.

He kisses you, lingering for a moment at your pink lips as he asks for consent, “tell me what you want.”

“I want your knot Alpha, I need to feel it.” You roll your hips up into his as the ring of muscle around the base of his cock begins to grow, his knot swelling as the pump of his hips slow. Just as you feel him stretching you impossibly wide, he comes, spurting a familiar warmth deep within you. Sam jerks as he spills his seed, his mouth finding the scar on your neck where he first marked you, sucking at the healed skin.

You clutch at the back of his neck, he’s covered in sweat, heavy on top of you as his knot secures the two of you together. After a few breathless moments, he chuckles, he always laughs after he comes, says it feels too good not to. He flips you both again so that he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips as you lay over him, spent and trembling.

“It’s been a long time since we fucked like that.” He smirks self-satisfied, wiping a hand over his face.

“A year,” you affirm, rising up far enough to look at him, your hair falling down around your faces like a curtain. “My first heat in a year, since I was pregnant with Colin.”

“And probably your last for while.” He scrunches his nose happily, a calloused hand down moving your back, gripping a handful of your ass. “After tonight, we’re gonna have little ones everywhere.”

“Just how many children are you planning on?” You nudge your nose into his, still swimming in post-coital bliss.

“As many as you can give me.” Sam smiles, kissing you. You both feel his knot begin to recede, laying on his chest until your able to slide off him. You lie on your back, feeling his seed dripping out of your sex as your heat abates, at least for the night.

He reaches over. squeezing your thigh before getting out of bed to find his boxers. “I’m starving, you want anything?”

“Ice cream, there’s mint chocolate chip in the freezer.” You always need something sweet after sex, it’s your thing.

You watch as he makes his way over to the crib, admiring his sleeping baby boy. “We’re gonna have more, he’s perfect.”

“One more,” you pat your stomach as he walks toward the door, “I think you already got the job done.”

“Yeah,” his lips slip up over his teeth, a sinister smile washing across his face, “or maybe two or three.” He doesn’t give you time to respond before he slips out of the room.

Chapter Eighteen (FMITN Book 1)

During the time her brothers were gone, Jessica began to feel sicker, her skin clammy, and hot, cramps in her stomach so painful. To her it was worse than being kicked full force in the gut by Matt when doing in ring work. Everything ached and throbbed and the odd feeling between her legs made things everything worse, it was wet, and all she wanted was to feel something anything there. Shaking her head, the timer finally went off and she dashed to the bathroom locking the door, and starting an ice cold shower. Once in the freezing water did not seem to help the heat on her skin. Once the dye was rinsed out, Jess hears her inner wolf edging her on.

‘Its okay you know? Its normal what we’re feeling, and it’s normal for you to give yourself the need release. Sliding your fingers down, touching, its normal, every being does it.” Slowly being driven by this desire and her inner wolf is telling her this is in fact normal, she hesitates before  slowly runs a hand from her hair down her breasts and tone stomach to but once again wavers stopping her sliding hand right before she reaches her clit, she stops and takes a shaky breath hearing her inner wolf still telling her “it's okay and what she's about to do is normal.”  She slowly, carefully moves her fingers to her soaking wet slit. She starts to rub soft circles on her clit while thrusting a finger in herself, she moaned at the feeling and as she starts to go harder, and faster her moans get louder as she can feel her walls clenching, feeling the coil in her stomach tighten almost as if it were going to snap. That was until Finn knocks on the bathroom door not only scaring her but denying her any release altogether. 

Unhappy and still in need of release, Jessica groans as turns off the shower and wraps a towel around herself before opening the door, and glaring at the Irishman. Finn not sure what he did wrong, holds hands up in mock surrender before passing her his sleeping shorts and a tank top. Jess raises an eyebrow in question and Finn scratches the back of his neck looking down.

“The guys said this was better for you to sleep in tonight along with with AC being on full blast. Once you get dressed I can tell you what we’ve figured out.” A chuckle leaves Finn’s lips as Jess just hangs her taking the clothes. “By the way, since we’re roughly the same size I’mma steal your night gear for tonight to sleep in, you okay with that little gem?” Jessica breaks out in hysterical laughter.

“Yo..you think we’re the same size? Seriously? You’re like a foot taller than me, meaning my pants length alone will be too short, not to mention the fact that I barely wear a like a size 8 in jeans. My tops are small to medium, you’ll never fit in my clothes Finn and if you try you’ll end up ripping them.” Her laughter went on throughout her statement. As Finn realized she was right. Most of the time she wore baggy skater pants, he never truly thought of the actual size though. Shaking his head he had to come up with what to do.

“Hey Jess ...would you mind if-” Goddess this was more then awkward for him, if he at least liked her in a romantic way it would be that bad, but dammit she was a sister to him and that was it. “I’m going to have to sleep in my boxers since I only brought pants and a shirt for tomorrow if I can’t borrow any of your clothes.” His cheeks turned red in embarrassment, this was not ideal and worse of all he could hear Balor howling in laughter at the predicament he was in.  Jessica looked Finn in the eye and smiled. Stepping closer to him pressing herself against him she spoke softly, and far too innocently. 

“Of course brother, whatever you need to do. Besides, there’s at least a second bed in here, so we don’t have to share and be all pressed up against each other, tangled up in one another. “ She snickered at her comment knowing it was getting under his skin. Finally not wanting to be teased Finn slowly walked over to Jess and whispered.

“You are well aware that you’re in your first heat, and if I didn’t see you as blood I was rail you against the wall right now, right?” Jessica stared at Finn in shock, the hell was he saying? No, No chance in fuckin’ hell did Finn fuckin’ Balor even think remotly like that. Shoving him away Jessica went back to the bathroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. Demon powers or not. she was about to freak out and want to buy as much time as possible. Her inner wolf trying to soothe the girl telling her he was just getting her back for the comment she made. Crying and screaming the heat rising on her skin, and the need once again present and worse all because of his damn words. 

Back in the main room Balor was busy yelling at Finn. Yeah Finn said something wrong but damnit he every right to with what Jess had said. They both played dirty. Though deep down inside if it wasn’t for the one confirmed mate and the possibility of another, Balor and Finn would both had tried with Jess. Shoving her into the “family” zone was supposed to be a safety measure so she wouldn’t get hurt by them.  They both knew, and agreed keeping her safe was far more important than the lust and liking they felt towards her. Besides this way, they got to keep her in their lives.”You dumbass! Do you really think she’ll want to be around us after? You know she’s in heat, all you did was work her up more! If you don’t fix this I swear I’ll find another vessel then rip your body apart!” Yup Balor was pissed “And how the fuck am I suppose to fix this? What you want me to actually fuck her? Shouldn’t that be someone she I don’t know DOESN’T REFER TO AS BROTHER?” Finn asked and Balor huffed “Fool! There are other ways you can help her that wouldn’t taint her and take her purity, be smart for once!” Finn wasn’t stupid he knew what Balor was saying, but would she even want that from him? I mean oral gratification aside, this would change everything between them. Not to mention Finn knew Balor would want to taste.  

Jessica was in the bathroom, frustrated, slick dripping down her thighs, and honestly the only thought she was having was taking Finn open his offer to see just how far he’d go with it. She no longer craved release her body damn near trembled with the need for it. It’d be a lie and even she knew if she hadn’t thought of Finn as more, when he first came into her life over a year ago, and she finally let him in, she quickly grew a crush on him. He was sweet and kind, and that smile that could blind anyone that looked directly at it. He had always been there when her brothers weren’t. But he was the one to first call her “sis” which put everything she felt aside, it was clear he hadn’t seen her as a romantic interest. It was only proven even further when he began to date Rosemary, a girl in the same grade. She was pretty in her own right, but Jess never felt she was good enough for someone like Finn. She kept her bitterness to herself. When Finn had asked her for helping planning a special date for Rosemary and he, one where he had hoped for the night to end in “fun”, Jessica remembered almost vomiting in her mouth. Her crush the guy she liked was asking her to help plan a date where he’d get laid. She did so and it was successful which meant for the next several weeks she heard all about it, and everytime that followed and every new thing they tried. She clearly remembered pulling away from Finn, building her walls back up, higher, thicker, not wanting or willing to let anyone else in after this, not even him.

Two months it was two months to the day since Jessica had last even talked to Finn and unless it was class related and she sought him out. Two months passed and Rosemary had been caught cheating on Finn and apparently it wasn’t the first guy she had been with while with Finn the news ran around the school like a wildfire. Seeing the hurt and pain and heartbreak in his eyes and across his face, Jessica broke slightly. She would have never done that to him, why didn’t he listen when she told him Rosemary was no good for him. Stupid Finn. It took about another three weeks before Finn spoke to Jessica. It was after school and Jess was heading to dance practice. 

“Jess, do you have a minute?” Finn wasn’t even trying to make eye contact, something very uncharacteristic of him. He always had this way, this charm about him that demanded ones attention when he spoke to you, but that was no longer there. Checking her watch she told him he could walk with her to dance and they could talk. 

“I know I should have listened to you about her, I’m sorry. I didn’t even notice when you had walked out of my life, for two months, I was too busy to realize someone I thought of as my sister was gone”

That hurt he just admitted he didn’t notice her being gone, and to add salt to the wound he called her sister again. She swallowed the passed the lump in her throat but didn’t trust her own voice, so just nodded her head showing she was listening and for him to keep going.

“Jessica Fayth Hardy, please please forgive me? Please can we start over and be friends again?” He had tears in his eyes, and where every fiber of her person screamed ‘no”  her heart said ‘yes’ and she allowed that to win. Jessica murmured while lifting Finn’s chin to make eye contact.

“I forgive you Finn. How couldn’t I?” A sad smile graced her lips but went unnoticed by Finn. He hugged her tightly, releasing when he realized they had arrived at the gym for her dance class. He promised to be there to pick her up at the end and walk her home. 

The ache was becoming too much and before she left the bathroom, she looked in the mirror seeing she had been crying. She washed her face, and did a small healing spell to make the puffy redness disappear.

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Chapter 8

“Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin

Begging you to take me

Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me

And touch me like you never

And push me like you never

And touch me like you never

'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore

No no no”

-- Not Afraid Anymore, Halsey

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Warmth.

That’s the first thought that registers with Penelope as she slowly comes into consciousness. There’s a strangely familiar warmth of arms around her body, holding her close in comfort. 

But who do the arms belong to?

Penelope’s mind begins to race, quickly replaying the fragments of memories from last night. She had gone to Alaric’s office in search of alcohol and found the bottle of whiskey and then…

Then the memories grow fuzzy. There are flashes of the school courtyard. And the woods. And even the dock.

Why the hell did she go down to the dock?

“Stop moving. It’s too early to get up,” Hope mumbles from behind Penelope. She re-adjusting her grip on the raven-haired girl, nuzzling her head into the crook of her neck in the process.  

“Hope?” Penelope questions in slight confusion. She blinks away the sleep from her eyes and right away notices that once again she’s in Hope’s dorm room.

“Who else would it be?” Hope fires back, sounding more awake than before.

“Oh god… How did I end up here?” 

“You want the short or the long answer?”

Penelope rolls over to face Hope and runs her hands through her bedhead. “Neither?” 

Hope lets out a sigh. “MG and I found you passed out on the docks late last night with a half-empty bottle of whiskey.” 

“Shit,” Penelope mutters under her breath as she internally kicks herself in the ass for being such a hot mess.

“How did you end up at the dock in the first place? Weren’t you supposed to be on the roof with Josie?”

“I was…”

“Okay…”

“But things didn’t exactly go as planned,” Penelope says with a long exhale of air. She stares up at the ceiling, unable to deal with the Tribrid’s eyes upon her. “We kissed.”

“You did? That’s awe-- Wait… So what went wrong? Cause last I checked that’s a good thing.”

“It was. It was beyond good. It was amazing.”

“Was?”

“We kissed and then Josie freaked out on me and told me that she can’t do this.”

“Ouch…” Hope says sucking in air between her teeth. 

“Yeah. And then she up and ran off before I could say anything else.” Penelope grabs the pillow from beneath her head and then pulls it over her face in utter frustration. “Ugh… I need more time.” 

“How much time is left?”

“Two days,” Penelope mutters in an almost incoherent voice through the pillow. 

“You serious?”

“Dead serious.” 

Hope wrenches the pillow of Penelope’s face and half-jokingly smacks her with it.

“Hey!”

“Penelope ‘I would use your middle name if I knew what it was’ Park. Stop sulking and get your ass outta my bed.”

“It’s Charlotte.” Penelope props herself up onto her elbows and sighs once again.

“Huh.”

“What?”

“I would’ve guessed it was Lucifer,” Hope replies with a smirk. Penelope snatches the pillow up and hits Hope back with it.

“Not funny.”

“Oh, c’mon. It was a good one.”

“Seriously, Hope. What am I supposed to do? It’s not like I have the luxury of letting her work through her emotions for a few days and then try again.” 

Hope pries the covers off herself, swings her legs out of the bed, and then walks around to Penelope. “Get up.” 

Penelope stares at Hope in confusion but Hope doesn’t let it stop her. She grabs hold of Penelope’s hands and yanks her up out of the bed. 

“Get out, Penelope.”

“But--”

“You’re gonna head back to your room, change your clothes, run a hairbrush through your hair, and go hunt down Josie.” 

“But she doesn’t want to--”

“Yes, she does. Trust me. And you and I both know it. There’s no one else in the world that Josie Saltzman wants more than you,” Hope continues on, outright ignoring Penelope’s protests. She places her hands on Penelope’s shoulders and steers her towards her dorm room door. 

“Hope, I--”

“Go! And don’t you dare think of bringing your ass back here until you’ve found her.” Hope opens the dorm room door and gives Penelope a firm shove.

“I hate you,” Penelope says over her shoulder. 

“No, you don’t,” Hope answers back and then shuts the door, nipping Penelope in the heels as she does. 

“Fuck.” Penelope runs her hands through her hair one more time as the truth behind Hope’s words settles down upon her. She needs to find Josie… and now.

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“Jojo?” Penelope blurts out in surprise as she opens the door to her dorm room and comes face to face with the sight of the brunette siphoner sitting there smack dab in the middle of her room… on her bed. 

“Hey,” Josie responds quietly, bringing her rich chocolate brown eyes up to meet Penelope’s. “I didn’t know when you’d be back so I thought I would just wait here.”

“Yeah. I crashed in Hope’s room again.” Penelope slips into the room and shuts the door behind her. 

“I know.” Penelope watches as Josie starts to fidget with the frayed string of her navy Salvatore sweatshirt and can’t help but feel a hint of a smile crawl across her lips. 

Josie is in the sweatshirt yet again. 

Her sweatshirt.

“You do?”

Josie nods. “I’m the one that told Hope and MG that you were missing. I came looking for you in your room and couldn’t find you so I went to Hope’s. She mentioned that she hadn’t seen you either. So we all split up and searched for you at all of the usual spots. It was Hope’s idea to check dock.” 

“I just needed some air,” Penelope responds unsure of what exactly to do or say in the given moment. She awkwardly shifts from foot to foot still unable to bring herself to move from the confines of the doorway. 

Penelope has played these hypothetical Josie moments over and over again in her mind thousands of times before. Always refining the precisely right combo of words and actions she would use to make the siphoner fall back in love with her. Like a well-rehearsed play written directly to her heart. 

There was supposed to be time for a proper build-up. Tiny moments, like stolen glances in their chemistry of magic class or sharing laughter over one of MG’s lame dad jokes during lunch in the dining hall. One after the next, until they morphed into something more. Something that would naturally lead Penelope back down the familiar path to Josie’s heart. 

There was supposed to be time…

“Pen, I--”

“It’s okay,” Penelope says, cutting Josie off before any further damage can be done. She swallows the dry lump residing in the back of her throat and then tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ears. “I get it.” 

“Pen--”

“No, really. It’s okay, Josie. You don’t have to explain. I should’ve--”

“Penelope!” The use of her full name stops Penelope dead in her tracks. She stands there frozen, eyes scanning Josie’s face for a sign-- any sign-- of what’s to come next. 

“Please, just come here,” Josie pats the open spot beside her on the bed. It takes a moment for Penelope to register the request but then makes her way across the room and joins Josie. They sit there, side by side, in the awkward silence for what seems like an eternity, bodies impossibly close but still not touching. 

Once again, Penelope’s inner 16-year-old self screams at the top of its lungs to say something.

Anything.

But words are simply nowhere to be found. 

Not when all Penelope can concentrate on is the sheer proximity of Josie in relation to herself. They are innately magnetic. Always have been. Ever since that very first moment that Penelope set eyes on the brunette siphoner. Drawn to one another by some unknown force, regardless of the situation. 

And Penelope more than knows that this invisible magnetism won’t ever go away… Not even when Josie is no longer Josie. 

A fresh set of chills runs down Penelope’s spine as she pushes the thought back down into the dark recesses of her mind. She can’t go there. 

Not now. 

Not when there’s still a chance to prevent those horrific memories from ever transpiring.

“I’m sorry,” Josie says, finally breaking the silence between them. 

“It’s okay, I--”

“Pen, I need you to just listen.” Josie ever-so-gently places her hand down upon Penelope’s thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Josie nods. “I shouldn’t have run out on you last night. Especially not right after we kissed. I just… I freaked out and didn’t know what to do. Ever since you mentioned the Merge in your letter, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. And what that means for my future… And Lizzie’s. What if there’s no way to stop it? What happens then? Lizzie and I are forced to battle each other to the death? I… I can’t do that. Not to Lizzie. So that means I’ve got what? Six years left to live? It sounds like a lot of time but when you compare it to a lifetime, it’s really nothing at all. And it would be so selfish of me to inflict that death sentence on anyone else, but I… I can’t help it… All I want is you.” 

Penelope reaches up and takes hold of Josie’s cheeks within the palms of her hands, wiping away a fresh tear. She locks eyes with the set of rich chocolate brown ones staring back at her as a hint of a bittersweet smile emerges upon her face. “Jojo, You already have me.”

Before Penelope can finish her sentence, Josie’s lips are upon her, instantly melting away any remaining traces of fear and doubts. The kiss is unrelentingly savage. And Penelope can’t get enough. She kisses back, matching every ounce of Josie’s intensity, falling into a sudden tug-o-war for dominance. 

After a moment or two, Josie pulls out of the kiss, but not before giving Penelope’s bottom lip a suggestive nip for good measure. She stares at Penelope with an uncharacteristic lustful look as a devilish smirk spreads across her cherry red lips. “Shirt off.”

“Jo…” Penelope slightly hesitates causing Josie to take matters into her own hands. She playfully shoves Penelope back onto the bed and in one swift move, swings her leg over, pinning Penelope by her hips. 

“I’m not asking,” Josie follows up while grabbing hold of the hem of Penelope’s shirt. She pulls it off in one fluid motion, taking Penelope’s bra off with it. 

A warm shiver washes over Penelope as her skin ignites from Josie’s touch. 

God, is it addicting.

A heavy moan of pure ecstasy escapes Penelope’s lips. “Baby…”

“Shh…” Josie swallows Penelope’s moan with another searing hot kiss as her hands continue to further unwrap Penelope like a much-anticipated Christmas present. “Let me take care of you.”

Before Penelope can even utter a protect, Josie unzipped her jeans and gently peels them off her legs. She marks bruising trail down the slope of Penelope’s neck to her collar bone and then goes to work on to the swell of her breasts. 

“Fuck me,” Penelope moans again unable to contain the raw desire coursing through her veins. She’s fantasized about this moment-- this very exact moment-- day in and day out for the last six years and yet not that it’s happening, it doesn’t feel quite real. As if somewhere along the way she slipped from consciousness into one of her more than favorable dreams.  

“Oh, I plan to,” Josie laughs against Penelope’s hip bone and then hooks her fingers into the thin strip of black cotton. “But first these need to go.”

Penelope happily obliges, lifting her hips off of the bed as Josie slides her last article of clothing off of her body and then tosses them aside. She watches as the love of her life, briefly hovers above her, eyes roaming over every last inch of flesh that Penelope has to offer. Josie bites her lip and smiles. 

“What?” Penelope asks matching Josie’s infectious smile with one of her own.

“I love you.”

And that’s all it takes for Penelope’s heart to explode. “I love you too, Jojo.”

Josie hums a response and then proceeds to descend downwards until settling in on the one spot where Penelope needs her the most. Penelope closes her eyes and fully let’s go as her body is all but consumed with infinite love and desire.

I’ll Keep You Safe (Part 2)

Synopsys: Bodyguard! Bucky; Endgame AU

When Tony Stark asked Bucky to become a bodyguard for the Reader he didn’t think his life would change that much. But it did. And not everything was for the better.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, nothing much in this chapter really

Word count: 2368

       “Bucky?” the way the name rolled off of her tongue made a shiver ripple down his spine. Her eyebrow was up in a sleek arch, and her hand was warm and soft in his own. He was pretty sure he could spend an eternity just looking at her.        “Yeah – it’s uh a nickname, you know…”        “Oh, I know, I was taught history in school. The Howling Commandoes and Cap were a big part of it. Just didn’t think you still went by it.”        A soft snort escaped him, eyes trained on her back as Y/N moved into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, presumably looking for something to eat.        “Why wouldn’t I?”        “Dunno,” she shrugged her shoulders, pulling out a jug of orange juice and scouring the cupboards for a glass.        “Third from the left,” he softly informed her. The smile Y/N flashed him made his heart skip a beat.        “So,” she started, “given how you’re gonna be my bodyguard or whatever, I’d like to know a few things about you.”        This never went over well. Sure, he was a hermit and rarely made friends, in fact, he never made any new friends, but when he had the opportunity, he somehow managed to screw it up.     Sam and Steve had even tried to set him up on some dates, but they either ended up with the woman walking away the second they came through the door, seeing the Winter Soldier at the table, or it turned out she was using this as an opportunity to get to the Avengers.    But given how Y/N was Stark’s relative, he had an inclination she didn’t need him for that. And it made him even more nervous. He was already fidgeting with the string of his hoodie, ready to completely shut down when she asked why he killed all those people while under Hydra's control, but what came out of her mouth was the last thing he expected.

       “Who names their child after president Buchanan?” Y/N was leaning against the counter, and if Bucky had been drinking that orange juice, he would’ve certainly choked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, James is a pretty name, but… president Buchanan? I literally cannot remember a single thing he did. Not shitting on your parents, not at all, but you can’t tell me that you haven’t been asked this question before.”        “Actually,” Bucky said chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to let the large smile that was about to spread across his lips, take over his face, “I haven’t. No one has ever asked me why I was named after him.”        She seemed to contemplate his answer before downing the rest of her drink and leaving the glass in the sink. Stark would so be on her ass for not putting it in the dishwasher. “Had I been born back then and knew you, I’d make fun of it.”        With that said, she hollered an ‘I’m going to unpack and then sleep for the rest of the day’ while skipping down the hall, and he shook his head.        “Oh,” she appeared behind the corner startling Bucky from his thoughts way closer than he thought she was. “And you don’t have to be up any time before ten, James. I don’t deal with single digit numbers.”        “It’s Bucky,” he smiled. “You don’t have to be so formal.”        “I know,” there was mischief glinting in her Y/E/C eyes. “But we shouldn’t disrespect the name you’ve been given… James.”

***

       Y/N was woken up by incessant knocking at the door, to the point she thought it would fall out of its hinges. When she ignored it for half a minute, hoping whoever it was, most likely Tony, would go away, there was a glimmer of hope in her heart, that it had worked. Then the door shook again.        “Fucking hell, I’m coming!” she yelled, her voice gruff from being unused throughout the whole night.        Swinging it open with as much force as possible, Y/N gave Bucky Barnes the biggest glare of his life. Not even Natasha’s gaze on an early morning when he had stolen the last bits of coffee, induced as much fear as hers did. She had established herself as a wildcard, and well, he hadn’t instantly fallen in love with Nat, so there was also that.        “What?” Y/N sneered, hair swishing around wildly. She was like a cute dragon, and Bucky almost snorted. “It’s five o’clock in the fucking morning. Your job doesn’t start until I’m up. And I told you – I don’t deal with single digit numbers.”        “False, my job is to protect you and that’s 24/7, but that’s not why I’m here. Tony has added self-defence training to your schedule.”        “At five in the morning?! Jesus Christ, I’m going to kill that asshole. Hey FRIDAY,” Y/N said looking up at the ceiling as if the A.I. would physically appear somewhere up there.        “Yes, Miss Y/L/N?”        “How much would I get for first-degree murder in the state of New York?”        “According to the law – twenty years to life, and up to life without the possibility of parole.”        “Hmm,” Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m still pretty young. Guess it’s time to get prepared for prison.” She was just about to stalk out of her room and most likely tell Tony’s ear off when Bucky caught onto her arms and gently pushed her back inside.        “No need for violence,” he snickered, seeing her throw her head back with a whine. “Now come on. Fifteen minutes, and I expect you to be down at the gym.”        “I fucking hate you. Both of you!”        “Fifteen minutes!” Bucky said, leaving Y/N to change, and as he went to the elevator, just before the door closed, a loud ‘Fuck off!’ answered the statement.        Maybe this whole Avengers/ bodyguard situation wouldn’t be so bad after all.

***

       “Come on, put that anger you felt for me and Tony this morning to use,” Bucky’s knee was right against Y/N’s chest as she heaved a breath, blowing out a stray piece of hair from her face. It had been the fifth time he’d taken her down, and she had had just about enough.       “Two more reps, and then we’re done for the day.”        “Two more reps,” she grunted as she pushed Bucky’s leg away and onto the floor. “This is abuse. Abuse I tell you!”        Bucky rolled his eyes, tightening up the hairband holding his locks in place. “Now you’re just being dramatic.”        “I’m related to Stark, of course, I’m being dramatic. It’s in our blood,” Y/N snarked getting in a fighting stance.        “Remember, concentrate on the knees. That’s the weakest part from every advantage point.”        Giving Bucky a sarcastic smile, as if they hadn’t been going over the same move for the last two and a half hours, she prepared herself as he stalked towards the woman, ready to ‘attack’. His arms went to circle around Y/N’s body to restrain her, but as they did so, she ducked under his armpit elbowing him in the side. To that Bucky responded by grabbing her by the arm and twisting it around, but this time, she twisted along with it and went straight for his knee, harshly slamming her foot at the side of it, bringing Bucky to the ground.        But he was quicker. Instantly, he grabbed her by the ankle and flung her back. All the air got knocked out of Y/N’s lungs, bringing them to the same position they had been just a few moments ago.        “And despite everything I’ve taught you today, somehow, you’re dead, yet again,” his grip on her arms was tight, but the playful smile on his lips showed nothing but care.        “I hate this,” Y/N pointed up with her eyes around the gym, “I hate you,” she looked directly into his blue orbs making Bucky’s mind go blank, “and I hate Tony. I wish I had never come here, and I wish I was dead.”        “You’re really running for the position of the most dramatic Avenger, aren’t you?”        Y/N’s eyebrow shot up to the middle of the forehead, as Bucky got off of her and extended a hand for her to take. “You just called me an Avenger, so that gives me even more of a reason to act like this.”        “You get what I mean,” he laughed, shaking his head. God, she really was related to Tony.        Together they made their way up to the kitchen. The silence that had settled wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was, in a way, – unsure. Neither knew the another really, but both felt like they could be themselves.        “James, you know you don’t have to follow me everywhere. Especially while I’m in the Tower. We have FRIDAY, Tony’s practically impenetrable security system, and I’m pretty sure the rest of the guys are coming back later today.”        Despite him insisting Y/N called him by his nickname, as everyone did, he couldn’t deny the flutter in his heart when she addressed him by his real name.        “I know, but this is my job now,” he gave her a small smile. “Need to keep you safe no matter where, what or why.”        “At least tell me you didn’t sleep by my door last night,” Y/N sighed, chugging a bit of the water before her eyes widened. “Or worse, that you didn’t sleep at all, and stood there the whole time.”        “I can assure you, I got enough sleep.”        But there was something behind Bucky’s eyes that didn’t allow Y/N to fully believe his statement. It was just like when Tony told her he was alright after working in the lab all night, or when he said his anxiety and PTSD was in check. Or when he claimed he totally hadn’t forgotten a thing Pepper had mentioned and he was so ready to go to it.        “Can I ask, how exactly are you related to Tony?” Bucky’s question took Y/N out from her thoughts. “I’ve never heard Stark mention that he had any living relatives.”    “I’m his mother’s cousin’s daughter. I know, it’s a stretch, but he’s the closest family I’ve got.”    “Not that big of a stretch,” Bucky shrugged following Y/N as they slowly went to the elevator and to her floor. “I mean, Wanda is dating the human embodiment of a microwave. I’ve heard weirder stuff.”    “Wow,” she breathed out drinking the last bits of her water. “What doesn’t happen in a decade when you’re out of the picture.”        “Yeah,” Bucky murmured, “I can relate to that.” But it went unheard by Y/N’s ears. What didn’t you miss when being 70 years under Hydra’s control?        “James, I’ll be fine,” she spoke up as they approached her room. “I don’t think anything bad’s gonna happen while I shower. Of course, there is the threat that my horrible singing will lead to dancing and that will lead to slipping, but that’s all on me.”        “I'd say I should stay just to hear the concert, but I think I'll need protection from that cat choir then. I’ll be on my way to get a shower myself – “    “Good, you stink,” Y/N scrunched up her nose in mock disgust. The comment got her a roll of the eyes, but he wasn’t finished. And she knew where the conversation was going. “Can I just ask one more thing?”        “Uh, sure,” her lip was already between her teeth even before the question was out of Bucky’s mouth.        “Why am I acting as your bodyguard? Why do you need one?”        “Hasn’t Tony told you? Thought it’d be in the contract or whatever,” she knew he hadn’t, but it wouldn’t hurt to delay the inevitable. Tony had been very explicit that it was Y/N’s call to tell Bucky as much as she felt was necessary.        “No, and I’d just like to know what I’m putting my life on the line for.”        “I guess saying that bad people are after me won’t do, will it?”        “Look, I can’t make you tell me anything,” Bucky huffed taking a step closer, “and I’m the last person that would pressure you into something that you don’t want to do. But I feel like it’s the least I deserve to know. I need to know who we’re up against here. Who I need to be prepared for.”        Y/N hugged herself and looked everywhere apart from Bucky as she explained things. Well, not everything but the big overview. “My ex… he was uh involved with some very bad people. He worked for them, still works for them. For a while I was out of the country, moving from place to place… then the snap happened.”        Bucky gulped remembering Steve’s face being the last thing he saw before his body disintegrated.        “Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the middle of the forest where I was out on a run. Thought I just passed out, overworked myself,” she let out a teary chuckle. “Not the case. I uh, immediately contacted Tony. I knew the second someone said ‘Iron Man saved us’ that asshole had done some self-sacrificial bullshit. When I called Pep, and she told me he was alright, I practically collapsed. Went to his house straight away to give him a piece of my mind. I guess the relief, if only for a moment, completely made me forget what was going on in my life… and that’s when shit started to go down again. The uh ex made himself known again, and the threats started once more. Tony offered for me to stay in the Tower, and though I refused, and said I’d be fine, he has a way with words… so here I am, and so are you.”        This time the silence was tense, and uncomfortable before Bucky broke it.        “But that’s not all of it, is it?”        “That’s all that you need to know. The details don’t matter,” Y/N flashed him a tight smile. “I’m gonna go grab a shower. I’ll see you in a bit.”        Bucky couldn’t even interject before he was left alone once more just like the previous day, only this time not with a fluttering heart, but with a heavy feeling in his stomach and more questions than before.

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