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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years

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Corn Maze

Request: Thor’s first time at a pumpkin patch and corn maze by @marvelgirl7 I SO want to visit one. Thank you my dear for requesting this, hope you like it!

Fall Prompts Masterlist

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: All fluff and humour.

Word count: 1000ish

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Glancing up at the fiery orange sky, you watched it change colors as you walked beside the God of Thunder down a grass-filled pathway. Darcy and her new boyfriend were a few feet ahead, with Darcy yapping away excitedly about your plans.

Ian, who was from London hadn’t been to a corn maze ever, and Thor well, hadn’t heard about the concept until a few hours ago. This officially was your first date with Thor after he’d returned to Earth after a much too long absence. You had second thoughts initially about how Thor would react because this was essentially a culture-shock for the man, however the curiosity in his eyes after you pitched the idea reassured your decision.

A while later, you arrived at a pumpkin slinger stand that stood right at the entrance of an empty field, with a few pumpkins of varied sizes lying next to the sling.

“Is that a swing, Lady (Y/N)?” Thor enquired, putting his large hand inside the sling as if to check if it would take a human’s weight.

“No you sling pumpkins across the field with those. Here I’ll show you.” you giggled before picking a smaller one for a demo. As you flung it, the pumpkin launched into the air and landed several feet into the field, rolling on the grass a few times before giving up and breaking into pieces.

“See? It’s fun. You try it.” gesturing to the largest pumpkin of the lot, you stepped aside to watch the demi-god attempt this very Midgardian tradition.

Of course Thor picked the vegetable up with one hand as if it weighed nothing, placed it in the cloth sling and pulled it way back as you, Darcy and Ian watched on.

There was a definite crack you heard which came from the sling and just as Thor flung the pumpkin, it snapped, sending the slinger flying into the air along with the pumpkin, going way beyond your line of vision and disappearing somewhere into the trees lining the field. All you could do was pray there wasn’t a house or a person on the receiving end before bursting out laughing.

“I thought it would be strong enough.” Thor wondered out loud, a frown adorning his features.

“I have a feeling nothing’s gonna be strong enough for the God of Thunder here on Earth. Let’s go before the owner finds out.” you extended your hand for him to take, glancing around the deserted neighborhood before dragging him away dismissing his attempts to contact the owner to apologize.

The four of you finally made it to your desired corn maze seeing as it was twilight by the time you reached and a few stray stars littered the rapidly darkening sky. This was far from the kid-friendly, cheerful looking ones and had a definite creep factor to it.

“Ready?”

“Of course my love.”

Thor’s little term of endearment sent butterflies in your stomach into overdrive as he gave you a wink before you stepped into the maze together, Darcy and Ian following a few feet behind.

Your body wasn’t really on high alert as you were expecting predictable jump scares, probably a talking scarecrow and other typical tropes but so far it was eerily silent. Looking behind, you didn’t find Darcy or Ian assuming they’d taken another route you turned back only to shriek in horror as a man with torn clothes holding a bloodied axe stepped out of the grass right in front of you.

Thor wasted no time in knocking the poor actor unconscious in one mighty punch that made him fall on the ground like a leaf.

“Holy fuck Thor, what did you do?” you sighed, kneeling before the man to check if anything was broken.

“He was attacking you.” he fumed, fists still balled up.

“That’s his job, he’s being paid to do this to everyone who walks in here.”

“I don’t understand.” He frowned making you feel guilty for not having told what to expect.

The man regained consciousness and immediately scrambled away from you both and ran towards the exit clutching the side of his head where he’d been punched.

“Now he’s gonna get us thrown out of here.” You mumbled quietly.

“I’m sorry my love, I shouldn’t have—” Thor began but you quickly interrupted him.

“No it’s my fault really. I didn’t warn you before and I knew this wasn’t a good idea. You’re not used to all of this and I like a fool assumed everything would be fine. I’m sorry for this Thor, really I a—”

Your rambling apology got interrupted when Thor silenced you with a kiss. Initial surprise forgotten, your hands went around his neck and you stood on your tippy toes to return the kiss, the delicate, full of love, we’re-both-terrible-at-making-decisions kiss.

After it ended, foreheads still touching, you both kept grinning like idiots before being rudely interrupted by Darcy.

“You know you can celebrate after we get through this goddamn maze right?”

“You just know how to ruin a moment Darcy.” You rolled your eyes, cheeks still warm and brain still a little fuzzy from the kiss.

Once you made it to the other side with no further scares – you assumed the bloodied-axe man told the others not to mess with your group, you found a cute photo-op booth. Darcy and Ian raced inside leaving you and the God waiting outside the door.

“Should I expect anyone launching at me in there?” Thor asked seriously, though you could see humor dancing on his face illuminated by the faint yellow light emitted from the bulbs hanging above.

“No just some boring old pictures to commemorate this evening.” Laughing, you leaned your head against his massive bicep, closed your eyes and hummed.

“I had a wonderful time.” He whispered before kissing the top of your head.

“So did I. Just didn’t expect anybody to get beaten up by the God of Thunder on a date.”

#thor odinson x reader #thor x you #thor odinson fluff #thor fanfiction #fall prompts #thor odinson fanfiction #thor oneshot #thor odinson imagine #thor mcu #thor of asgard

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from-a-reckless-writer · 4 years

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Midnight Calls and Moving-In.

Author's Note: IF YOU'RE NOT A SUPERCORP STAN, JUST IGNORE AND SCROLL PAST THIS. Apologies for the long post...

“Alex?”

“God, Kara? What the fuck? It’s 3 a.m.” Alex groggily mutters as she hazily sits up careful not to wake Kelly next to her and checks the time. It was the fucking middle of the night what the hell was Kara calling her for? Despite the initial annoyance she couldn’t help the worry seep through her at the thought of her sister in trouble though.

“D-do you think that I’ve moved in with Lena?” Her sister replies, voice hesitant and shaky.

“What?”

“It’s just uh well, Nia. She said something about me and Lena and erm, how we’re basically living together.” Kara started to ramble, “But, that can’t be. Right, Alex? I mean I have an apartment. I have my own apartment, an apartment where I sleep in and Lena has her own apartment where she sleeps in. Well, I guess I do sleep in her apartment sometimes, BUT ONLY SOMETIMES ALEX! I mean two weeks in a row can still be considered sometimes right, Alex? And-“

Oh, for the love of god.

“Kara, Kara calm down. Again. What?” Alex was way too sleepy for this. She covered double shifts at the DEO today for fuck’s sake. Being the Director ain’t easy. She loves Kara, really she does but this whole ‘Lena this, Lena that’ is getting old. Why can’t Luthor just kiss her and be done with it? Alex is losing sleep because of this, goddsake.

Alex takes a breath and swings her legs on the side of the bed and plants her feet on the ground as she tries to make sense of what her sister is telling her.

“Okay, so you have your own place and Lena has hers and no, Kara, two weeks isn’t considered sometimes. It’s frequent. Way tooo frequent. Now, what exactly is the problem?”

“Uh, I don’t think it’s two weeks?”

“Well, then-“

“I haven’t seen the walls of my apartment for a month, Alex.” Kara quietly admits and then there was a breath, “Rao, Alex! I haven’t seen my apartment for a month! Because all of my clothes are here and my books and my laptop and I hadn’t even realized!” She exclaimed and then there was a bit of shuffling and an ‘Oh, sorry. No, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Sorry, I was just talking to Alex. Go to sleep, it’s fine. Mm-hmm.’

“Kara,” Alex starts, “Was that-“

“Lena, yes.”

“Wait are you-“

“In her bed, yes.”

“At her-“

“Penthouse. Rao, yes. ALEX DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT?”

Oh.

Oh, this was rich. Her sister truly was something else.

“So, what exactly are you asking me, Kara?”

“ALEX HOW DID I NOT KNOW WE’VE MOVED IN TOGETHER?!” Kara whispered-shouted.

“Well, I don’t know maybe it’s with the same reason, that you still believe Lena sees you as a friend. Or maybe you just got distracted with all the mind-blowing sex, you don’t tell me about.”

“Alex!”

“What? Like it isn’t true?”

“This isn’t a joke. And, and—Lena and I aren’t having sex! She’s my best friend, okay?”

“Look, Kara we all know you both want something more. For fuck’s sake you’re in her bed right now, and had been sleeping there for God knows how long and you really mean to tell me that there’s nothing?”

Alex pointed out. She just really needs Kara to realize all this sooner, preferably realize it in less than five minutes. Alex needs to curl up and bury her head in Kelly’s hair and sleep goddamnit.

“Alex what do I do?” Her sister finally whispers.

“Oh, sweetie. I advise you two talk. I think you really, really have a lot to talk about. “

“Yeah, yeah. I think so too.”

“And do it as soon as possible, Kara.”

“Yeah. Uhm I guess, I’ll have to tell her how I feel in the morning. Do you think I should mention the whole moving in thing? Do you think we could get a dog? Rao, what if she doesn’t want to move in? Do I take all my stuff back to my apartment? But I really, really love Lena. Lena’s penthouse, er-I meant her penthouse, I love it a lot.” Kara lets it all out in one breath and Alex knows she’s got to play the big sister card right.

“Kara, just talk to her. Yes, you should mention the moving in thing. No, I don’t think Lena would get you a dog. Kara, this is Lena we’re talking about, she would love if you’d move in. No, you won’t need to take all your stuff back at your apartment. I know you love, Lena. Don’t even try to deny it. But in case it all goes to shit—even though that would be the most unlikely thing to happen—I’m here for you, okay?”

She hears a sigh from the other line, “Yeah, okay. Thanks for saying that, Alex. Erm, sorry for waking you. I should probably let you sleep. Good night, Alex.”

“No problem. I love you. Good night, Kara.”

Alex was just about to hang up when,

“WAIT ALEX!”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think Lena wouldn’t want to get a dog?”

Bonus:

Two weeks later, Alex finds herself balancing two boxes filled with Kara's art supplies in her arms and unto an expensive penthouse. And tries very hard not to trip and dodge as a puppy—enthusiastic as his owner—yaps and runs circles around Alex's legs.

Author's note: So I had this random thought at the back of my mind that while Nia and Kara are out getting coffee Nia asks how Kara and Lena make living together work and Kara almost spits out her coffee. Because, first of all Lena and her weren't living together and *nervous chuckles* where did Nia get that idea from? And it bothers her till she can't sleep and just calls Alex at 3 am because she's a gay mess.

Anyways hope y'all like it. Supercorp endgame. Tell me your thoughts?

#supercorp #Supercorp fic #I wrote another fic pls. reblog...#Supercorp endgame #Kara Danvers #Alex Danvers #Lena Luthor #Supergirl fic

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endof-theline · 3 years

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Day 26- Tropetember: Supernatural

Day 26 of super early Tropetember with Supernatural! Growing up, Steve always whined about how badly he wanted a dog, Bucky could have guessed that it would end up biting him in the ass.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32841991

Growing up, Steve always whined about how badly he wanted a dog, Bucky could have guessed that it would end up biting him in the ass. The pair always knew that they would move in together in the future so Bucky really should have told Steve his secret instead of keeping it locked up and close to his chest, this secret was probably right next to the secret about how deeply he loved Steve.

Now they were walking around an adoption shelter and Bucky was having to keep himself in check to make sure he didn’t out himself, see the problem with Steve and Bucky getting a dog was as simple as the fact Bucky is a werewolf and being a werewolf with a strong love for Steve made it very difficult to watch as dog after dog jumped at Steve and made him laugh. The dogs were all avoiding Bucky, normally because they could sense that Bucky was angry and was probably scenting just as much.

“Isn’t this amazing, Buck?” Steve chirped excitedly and it was only because Steve had said his name that Bucky turned his scowl into a smile, the name was the only thing that pulled out of Bucky’s own head and tuned back into what was going on “You like any of them yet?”

“Sure, few of them are cute I guess” Bucky shrugged a shoulder but kept smiling at Steve, he had to cough to cover his growl when a dog jumped at Steve even as Steve laughed and easily pushed the dog away carefully. Bucky bit his tongue when the dog that had leapt at Steve licked at his face, it reminded him of himself when he was a pup and he was always told off when he did it so why did this dog get away with it and get cuddled as well!

Luckily for Bucky, their time was up and Steve agreed to wait on it, Bucky let out a small sigh of relief when they got to walk away without a dog. He wanted to make Steve happy, but bringing a dog into their apartment would drive him insane so Bucky vowed that he would tell Steve this secret tonight.

It was easy to tell he was making Steve nervous, but Bucky couldn’t help the pacing as he tried to work up the courage. This was something that Bucky had kept from Steve for years, they have been best friends since they were kids and the whole time Bucky had kept his werewolf nature a complete secret.

“Okay so I need to tell you something and I should have told you years ago, but it’s never been a huge problem until now” Bucky started off and he could see Steve sit up straight as he nodded along, Bucky took a deep breath before stopping in front of Steve and looking him in the eyes “I’m a werewolf, I was born a werewolf, I’m the only sibling that’s a wolf, and us getting a dog is kind of difficult for me”

“Oh, okay, not what I was thinking but alright” Steve let out a breath as he sat back against the couch, Bucky desperately tried to stop himself from pacing again or worse since all his wolf wanted to do was jump onto the couch and give Steve all of the cuddles to cheer him up.

“I understand if you want me to move out or you don’t want me in your life anymore and I’m really sorry that I’ve been keeping this from you” Bucky rambled out anxiously and before he could blink Steve was on his feet and holding Bucky’s shoulders, a determined look on his face as he caught Bucky’s attention and held it.

“I don’t want any of that, Buck, you’re my best friend and I’m so glad you trust me with this. You shoulda told me that it would make your life harder, I wouldn’t have dragged you to the shelter!” Steve told him with a laugh as Bucky ducked his head down bashfully, he had never imagined Steve accepting this part of him so easily and now that it was happening Bucky couldn’t remember why he thought Steve was going to throw him out “So is it like in the movies when you only shift on a full moon or can you do it whenever?”

“The movies are trash, whoever decided that I’m some mindless, killing machine should be in prison for crimes against my kind! Forget anything films taught you about werewolves because it’s mostly wrong” Bucky grumbled angrily making Steve laugh hard at him before Bucky shook his head “I can shift whenever I want, but it’s like getting an urge to scratch at a rash. It’s uncomfortable to ignore it but I can if I need to, it’s also better for me to shift on full moons than not too. Oh, and I’m fully in control of myself, we don’t go feral or whatever”

“Good to know, so you could shift right now if you wanted too?” Steve asked and immediately looked excited by the idea “Can I see you shifted?”

“Sure you can, we just can’t talk when I’m shifted so if you have anymore questions then get that out first” Bucky explained and laughed when Steve just shook his head, a smile still wide on the blonde man’s face “Alright, so like I said I’m still me but I always have like a wolf in my brain and when I’m shifted it’s harder to control my instincts so if I act really wolfy, that’s why”

Steve just nodded and sat back on the couch when Bucky pushed him down before darting into his room to strip off his clothes and shift into his wolf, he stretched out and enjoyed the feeling of freedom that came with being shifted. He strolled back into the living room and quickly remember that his wolf brain was also in love with Steve and he fell even further in love with the man when Steve sat forward and he grinned excitedly, he was resisting cooing at Bucky and the wolf knew it so he quickly padded over to him.

“You are so cute” Steve whispered like Bucky wouldn’t hear him and Bucky just sat at his feet with a huff, a look on his face that conveyed how unimpressed he was by that comment “This is so cool, y’know having you as a roommate is like having a dog but I don’t have to take you to a vet or do the gross stuff”

Bucky huffed again and shook his head before nudging Steve’s hand with his nose, encouraging Steve to pet him and immediately leaning into his hands the second Steve touched him as he let out a quiet rumble. His wolf was pleading with Bucky to roll over and let Steve rub his belly or jump on the couch and rub his scent all over Steve so that all the dogs at the shelter would know that Steve was taken, but Bucky kept himself in check since this was the first time Steve was seeing him like this.

“How upset would you be if I took you to a pet store to buy you a collar and lead so we could go on walks like this?” Steve asked and burst out with a startled laugh when Bucky’s tail wagged immediately, his human brain not even being able to deny how much he would love to go on walks with Steve in this form or even join him on his morning runs “What about tomorrow since we’re both off work?”

Bucky barked excitedly and nodded his head before he couldn’t stop himself from giving Steve’s hand an affectionate lick, he could taste the other dogs on Steve’s hand and couldn’t stop himself yet again as he growled softly and lapped at his hands.

“Taste good or something, Buck?” Steve teased him before Bucky let out a grumpy growl and nipped at his fingers a little to really drive home the fact Bucky was annoyed at him, sure Steve didn’t know why and Bucky sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him, but that was Steve’s problem.

The rest of the night was spent with Steve fussing over Bucky for a little while longer until Bucky shifted back and answered more questions that Steve had, Bucky thought he did very well in not growling at Steve when he was teased mercilessly over his instincts and ignored Steve’s rude comments about dog treats.

Bucky was starting to think that he shouldn’t have let his wolf brain answer Steve about the pet store because now Bucky was sat in front of Steve as the blonde was helping Bucky pick out a collar, Steve was currently trying to fit a collar that was black and red around Bucky’s neck without catching any of his fur.

“How’s that feeling, good?” Steve asked and grinned when Bucky nodded and shook his body to settle it around his throat “Looks good, and they have a matching lead too” Steve clipped the lead to Bucky’s collar making the wolf grumble slightly as his instincts argued for a moment that he shouldn’t want to be tied to Steve like this but also this is Steve holding the lead. Steve laughed at him before leading him down an aisle full of toys, Bucky whined and tugged at his lead as he tried to avoid Steve’s teasing because he remembered what his sister was like with him as a pup.

As soon as Steve found out his weakness then it was over for him, and it took Steve all of ten seconds to find and exploit said weakness. He picked up a ball and made it squeak before he had Bucky at his feet with his tail wagging excitedly and his tongue hanging out his mouth, looking just like those dogs at the shelter that he hated.

“Oh you like the ball, huh?” Steve teased and squeaked the wall again, Bucky tilted his head as he whined desperately and shuffled on his paws in the hopes of getting to play “We can’t play in the store, Buck, but we can definitely buy it to play with later”

Bucky whined and butted his head against Steve’s legs sadly, the temptation to whimper and give Steve puppy eyes just for the chance to play was so strong. That is until a dog came rushing down the aisle and straight to Steve, barking and yapping at him which turned off Bucky’s human brain in an instant as he shoved his way between Steve and the dog as he growled angrily.

“Bucky, easy, he’s just playing” Steve cooed at him and gently tugged at his leash to try and pull him away, the yappy dog’s owner came running down the aisle and clipped it’s lead onto it’s harness before Steve snapped at him “Bucky, heal and silent”

Bucky grumbled but moved to Steve’s side and sat down, his eyes narrowed at the offending mutt as he stayed silent and the owner quickly rushed to apologize “I’m so sorry, I had no clue my kid had unclipped his lead until he was running, are you and your dog okay?”

“We’re fine, little guy just spooked Bucky is all but no harm done” Steve said with a grin on his face, Bucky just knew that Steve was trying not to laugh at the man calling Bucky ‘his dog’ and at the pause the man did before saying ‘dog’ like he wasn’t quite sure if that was correct or not.

“I’m glad, Bucky’s so well trained, I’ve never seen a dog so well trained before!” The man said before they could hear a voice calling from the other side of the store “Shoot, I gotta run, sorry about Buddy again!”

Steve waited until the man was out of sight before he started laughing his head off, letting Bucky growl and nip at his hands when Steve reached out to pet him “It’s a good job you’re so well trained Bucky, should buy you a treat for being such a good dog”

Bucky’s tail started to wag excitedly at Steve’s words before he suddenly realised that Steve was still laughing and that it was just another joke, Steve was laughing harder after seeing Bucky’s tail wagging but quickly caught himself when Bucky tucked his tail between his legs and flattened his ears sadly.

“Oh Buck, I’m sorry, do you want a treat for real? We can find you a bone or something” Steve cooed at him again as he crouched down to scratch behind Bucky’s ear and ruffle his fur gently, Bucky leant into his hands with a nod and subtly scented Steve’s hands to make sure the annoying dog didn’t get his scent on Steve at all “Come on then, let’s get the ball and find you a treat”

Bucky nodded and happily stayed at Steve’s side the whole time while they walked through the store, helping Steve pick out some natural treats that smelt super good to Bucky and missed the way Steve looked at him when he scrambled under a shelf to retrieve a ball that had rolled under it and held it up proudly in his mouth. Bucky also missed the way Steve stashed other things into his basket without Bucky seeing them, too busy watching someone that was carrying a tiny dog in their bag to notice the dog tag Steve got engraved until he clipped the red star tag onto his collar with a smile on his face.

When they got home from the store, Bucky immediately rushed into his room and shifted before he realised his mistake as the collar was still wrapped around his neck and his fingers always took a minute to work before he could use his fine motor skills after being shifted for a while. Bucky thought about hiding until he could do it himself but soon heard Steve calling him from the living room and knew that he was going to have to face Steve.

“Stevie, I could use some human hands” Bucky whined pitifully, hoping if he made himself look all sad and needy Steve would be kinder to him. Steve betrayed him in an instant as he laughed at him making Bucky frown and let out a sad little whine, knowing that Steve wouldn’t judge him for his nature after the day they’ve had “C’mon Steve, I can’t do it straight after a shift”

“How come?” Steve asked even as he wandered over to Bucky, brushing his long hair away from his neck to fiddle away at Bucky’s collar.

“Things like undoing a buckle is hard after not having fingers for several hours, it comes back to me in a couple minutes but I don’t want to accidentally scratch it up” Bucky explained and took a deep breath when Steve took the collar off from his neck, Bucky cocked his head curiously when Steve took it over to where they hang their jackets and hung the collar on the same hook as the leash. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread in Bucky’s chest as he looked at the physical evidence of Steve’s acceptance of his wolf form, no longer having to worry about this one particular secret anymore and could focus on keeping his feelings for Steve safe without his wolf somehow exposing him.

Maybe Bucky should have noticed the bright smile on Steve’s face when Bucky found the extra treats Steve had brought for him, or the extra toys that had been stashed in a different cupboard. He definitely should have noticed when he was chewing on a toy happily in his wolf form and Steve was taking pictures of him with the same fond grin, when Steve called Bucky to lay on the couch with him and let Bucky lay all over his chest with his head pressed to Steve’s neck.

Bucky was oblivious for now, but he was happy to be accepted and was happy to be in love with his best friend in private… at least, for now.

#tropetember #eotl writes #fanfiction #stucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes

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ghostofviperwrites · 4 years

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Polite

Requested by: @i-ship-it-okay

Pairing: Sanada/FC

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2051

Warnings: Public sex, outdoor sex, language

45. “Are you even listening to me?” and 78. “I’m trying to be polite.”

Swirling his wine glass idly Sanada watched the blush colored liquid sloshing with a bored eye, listening to his date ramble on with half an ear. The runway portion of the fashion show had ended and since they had congregated in the ballroom she hadn’t stopped yapping. Taking a sip of his drink Sanada bit his bottom lip to keep the biting remarks wanting to escape inside. Why he had let himself be talked into this he wasn’t sure. No, that was a lie. He did know. Because Hiromu had asked him to and he wasn’t going to say no to his little brother while he was lying in a hospital bed recuperating from a broken neck.

Months ago Hiromu had signed up for this charity fashion show. Given his situation he couldn’t exactly attend so he had roped Sanada in despite Sanada’s best efforts to foist it off on Bushi. Only after Sanada had begrudgingly agreed had Hiromu told him that he was expected to bring a date to this event. When Sanada’s mother had found out he was attending she had insisted he bring her neighbor’s daughter to the event. Given the fact he didn’t want a date in the first place Sanada hadn’t put up an argument. Though he was sorely wishing he had at this moment. Yumi Kinosoto could ramble on like no other and it annoyed him greatly.

“Are you even listening to me?” Yumi asked indignantly. “You haven’t said a word.”

“I’m trying to be polite.” Sanada said with a frown wondering why she was giving him a hard time for sitting here and listening to her prattle on. Wasn’t that what women wanted? Men to listen?

“Yeah right.” She scoffed. “You? Polite? I don’t think so.”

That was the problem with women who knew you. They didn’t tend to fall for your platitudes as quickly as others.

“If it gets me in your panties I can play polite.” Sanada sniffed. Sure she might annoy the crap out of him but she was hot and he wasn’t adverse to the idea of plowing her. Even with the headaches it would bring from his mother if she ratted him out.

“For the record admitting you’re just being nice to get in my pants isn’t very polite.” Yumi pointed out, jolting him from his thoughts. “It’s kind of crude. Though I should expect no less from you.”

Biting his tongue Sanada looked around the crowded room wondering if there was were easier pickings to be had. He really wasn’t in the mood to play nice. He just wanted someone to suck his dick and fuck him and be done with it. Unfortunately these kind of events weren’t exactly prime real estate for picking up easy girls. Apparently he was going to have to turn on the charm if he wanted to get laid tonight.

With another gulp of his wine to empty the cup Sanada placed it on a passing waiter’s tray and flashed his most charming smile at Yumi pleased to see the slight hitch in her breath. He hadn’t ever bothered working his charm on her before; too many hassles with her family entanglements, but if his mother was going to throw her in his path all bets were off.

“You are correct. My apologies.” He gave a small bow and held his hand out to her. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Yumi hesitantly reached her hand out to place it in his, unsure how to handle this new Sanada. She was used to the mean Sanada with cutting words and looks. The one who treated her as an utter nuisance. The flutter in her belly at his pretty smile was new, as was the tingle in her hand when she held his. She would be blind not to have noticed how handsome Sanada was, but had never felt this way towards him before.

As they came to a stop in the middle of the dance floor Sanada pulled her close, molding Yumi to his body as his hands rested on her waist. Yumi danced along, swaying as Sanada led them in time to the slow music wishing she wasn’t so aware of his hands on her body or how good he smelt with her face pressed into his hard chest. While the danced Sanada kept up a steady stream of polite conversation, lowering Yumi’s defenses as he made her giggle against him as he told her stories about his road trips, his fingers rubbing steady soothing circles on the skin of her back as they teased along the dip in the back of Yumi’s dress.

After a few dances Sanada led her off the floor and procured drinks from a waiter. He kept his smile firmly in place as he spoke to Yumi, watching the brightness in her eyes shift to desire as she became ensnared in the web he was weaving. As the evening progressed and her face became flush with desire and pinkened by the wine Sanada knew he had her right where he wanted her.

Yumi felt hot, fanning her face as Sanada returned with another glass of wine for her, this time a satiny red that tasted like sin. Sanada’s eyes on her lips as she sipped had her swallowing hard, desire pooling in her belly as he licked his lips hunger in his eyes that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.

“Do you mind if we go to the balcony for some fresh air?” Yumi asked suddenly tearing her eyes away from him. She needed to clear her head and hoped the brisk night air would break this spell she felt like she was falling under.

“Of course.” Sanada said taking her by the crook of the elbow and gently leading her around the outskirts of the room and away from the main balcony. She was almost making this too easy on him, letting Sanada lead her to a side door he had noticed earlier in the evening that lead to a small balcony tucked around the corner of the building. Sanada was nothing if not thorough and paid very close attention to his surroundings just in case things like this came up. When he had stepped out on the main balcony earlier for a cigar he had noticed the small balcony was almost completely hidden, only the railing visible.

Ushering Yumi outside Sanada discretely closed the door behind them and followed her to the ledge. He leaned against the wall, half encased in shadows as he watched her lean against the rail. He liked the heels she was wearing, made her the perfect height to bend over the railing. He imagined if they looked closely anyone on the main balcony would see her bent over, hair hanging down as she got fucked. He idly wondered how loud he could make her scream, if it would be audible over the loud music filtering out into the night.

Deciding he had been patient long enough Sanada pushed off the wall and came to stand behind Yumi. His hands came to a rest on the railing on either side of her, his body hovering just shy of touching her as he brought his mouth down to her ear.

“Feeling better?” He asked solicitously.

“Much,” Yumi said breathlessly unconsciously leaning back into his chest, relishing the warmth of his body on her low back.

“I can make you feel even better,” Sanada said, his voice husky with promises that filled Yumi with yearning. “Do you want me to make you feel better?”

“Yes,” She said eagerly, voice barely a whisper that quickly turned to a whimper as Sanada’s lips pressed into the column of her neck. She moaned as Sanada’s hands roamed over her body, sliding over the silky material over hips and ending on her breasts. His large hands cupped her tits, squeezing them as he pressed hot kisses to her neck, his nimble fingers seeking out her nipples and pinching them making Yumi gasp loudly.

“Bend over.” Sanada commanded stepping back and unzipping his pants as he watched Yumi get into position, her hair hanging over the balcony just as he had imagined earlier. His hands scrunched up her dress giving little care to the wrinkles that were going to destroy the fabric and even less to how she was going to explain it once he was done with her. Finally her ass was bared to the night, Sanada ripping off her panties with a sharp tug and tossing them over the railing, the flimsy fabric floating on the breeze to land in a bush below.

Her heat clamped around the head of his cock as he pushed it in, Sanada grunting in pleasure as she squeezed him tightly inch by inch as he slid into her warmth. Grabbing a handful of her dress in each fist Sanada pulled back on Yumi, burying himself completely inside her, grinning as the tearing of fabric made itself known under his brutal handling. By the time he was done her dress was going to be a wreck. There would be no hiding what she had been doing. Imagining the humiliation that was going to be on her face was almost enough to make him blow his load embarrassingly early and Sanada had to slow himself down to prevent just that.

Resuming his thrusting Sanada couldn’t resist adding additional insult to Yumi, releasing her dress and gripping her shoulders as he fucked her, making her moan loudly and then dragging his nails down her back making thick red lines appear on her skin. He shuddered as Yumi squirmed against him, delicious noises filling the still night air, but not quite loud enough yet. He wanted her to scream, wanted the people on the balcony next door to know someone was getting fucked good over here.

Shifting his legs apart Sanada bent his knees so he was thrusting up into Yumi, the new angle hitting her deeply inside making her cry out, the volume of her cries escalating as Sanada reached around her hips and plucked at her clit with talented fingers that made her shake. A piercing scream of pleasure tore through the night air as he pinched and twisted her sensitive nub while burying his cock deep into Yumi. There was no doubt that would’ve been heard.

Mission accomplished Sanada released her clit and grabbed back onto her hips slamming himself repeatedly into her waiting cunt as Yumi wailed below him. With a final grunt he pulled out of her, cock glistening with her juices in the moonlight and sprayed his seed across her ass, ropy streams landing across the dark blue fabric, standing out starkly in the moonlight.

Yumi pushed from the railing, feeling unsteady on her feet as her legs shook, pulling her dress down and fruitlessly trying to wipe out the wrinkles. Her cheeks flushed as her hands spread over her ass only to come back with Sanada’s cum on them making her glare at the utterly repentant man who looked quite self-satisfied.

“You’re an asshole.” She fumed knowing he had gotten just what he wanted from her.

“You say that like it’s a surprise.” He said with a shrug as he lit up a cigar and puffed at it, blowing a lazy plume of smoke in her direction.

“Did you still want me to give you a ride home?” He asked chuckling as Yumi choked and waved away the offending smoke.

“Go fuck yourself.” She spat hurrying towards the door and hoping she could sneak out of the party without much attention. The last thing she wanted to do was spend more time in his presence. She could call herself a damn cab.

“I’ll see you at brunch on Sunday,” He called laughing as she gave an indignant shriek and slammed the door in her fury. All in all this evening had turned out much more entertaining than he had anticipated.

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So I Got Drunk...

So I got drunk on Saturday night. It was a buddies' birthday party. We started off at his place- he and his wife made a killer spread of food to munch on before everyone headed out to a local brewery. He had friends come in from out of town, most of them were fairly nice, the women were a little catty, but I’ve come to expect that from city women. Thankfully a couple of our local mutual friends showed up shortly after I did, which helped make me a lot more comfortable instead of being in a house full of people I’d never met with the exception of my buddy and his wife. Nice group of people though.

Between a couple drinks and a couple shots of mushroom tea, by the time everyone was ready to leave for the local brewery, I was in a good mood. I wasn’t drunk but I was a little tingly and feeling okay. So when they all went to the brewery, I took that opportunity to go home, shower, change my clothes. My roommate was nice enough to give me a ride to the pub so my truck didn’t drink too much and have to have another sleepover.

The band at the pub was good. Of course, they were good, they play in there every few months, though this time it was only two members of the band and not the full band, they made it work and they were great.

The night itself in the pub was like most Saturday nights when there's a band. We laughed, we joked, we played pool. We enjoyed the music, and it was fun. I yapped with a couple friends, I yapped a bit with the out of towners, the women pretty much stuck to themselves and made no effort to talk to me. It didn’t bother me, I didn’t want to talk to them anyway. I don’t do snarky, and they were definitely snarky. One of them was a local woman, who, upon learning who I was when we were at the house, became very judgemental. When you live in a small town, people know your name, they recognize your last name, and they make assumptions. It turned out that this woman knows my bro, she taught his son at one point, and the judgment flowed from her in thick waves. She wasn’t very nice to me once she found out who I was and who I’m related too. Jeez lady, I can’t pick who my parents birth, leave your judgments at the door and judge me for who I am and not some preconceived notion.

When the majority of us left the pub just after 1am, we all headed back to the house. One of the out of towners kept putting his arm around me, which I didn't like. I had a couple more drinks at the house, strong drinks. My good buddy mixed them and he mixes drinks two ways: the ‘normal’ way and his way, and his way consists of more than the standard ‘two fingers’ of liquor. I like his drinks more. So, the birthday boy passes out, half the group passes out. Lightweights. A few people from the group had left the pub at midnight headed back to the house. Pitiful. So I wound up drinking with a couple of them out of towners- a couple of the guys, and one of them, to my dismay, was the creeper who kept touching me, my good buddy and his younger brother. Eventually, when some other guy started hitting on me, the creeper sauntered off for a while before coming back. And then he’d saunter off again. My good buddies younger brother tried to convince me to get into the hot tub with him. Sorry man, no bathing suit, no bra, and thong undies mean no hot tub for me. He was pretty insistent but he didn’t get his way. He was saying something about “if you don’t get what I’m trying to tell you by now then you’re not going to get it”. Bud, you were wearing a wedding ring. I may have questionable antics once in a while, but a wedding ring is a gigantic “hands off” red flag, and a line I don’t cross.

Eventually, it came down to three of us: the creeper, the guy that had been hitting on me, and myself. The creeper was still sauntering off and then coming back, sauntering off and coming back. The other guy was nice. Truth be told, I don’t remember much of what we talked about, but he wasn’t pushy, he wasn’t rude. and was just an enjoyable conversation, huddled around a fire. We chatted about our siblings, he told me about his job, I showed him a video on my phone of one of my kiddo’s accomplishments that I’m really proud of. I only live 3 1/2 blocks and across a highway from my buddies place, so I didn’t have far to walk home. Of course, it had snowed 7 inches in 8 hours and walking in all that fresh, unshoveled snow in my heels was not my idea of a good time, but I made it home. The guy I’d been chatting with had repeatedly tried to insist he walk me home, and after I repeatedly insisted I could make the journey on my own did he finally drop it. I got the vibe he wanted to walk me home to see if once we got here he could come in and ‘warm up’ and that’s why I was so insistent that I could walk my own damn self home. I could have been way wrong, he does have 3 older sisters and it could be just the way he is, but still. Besides, my brain was elsewhere.

And here’s the very dumb thing I did when I was drunk:

If you guessed I text the drummer at 3am you would be right.

I’d done so well! It had been 9 days since I had sent him any texts that had contained any actual words, and even then that text had been just thanking him for checking in on me- he knew I’d been having a rough few days- and 8 days since I sent him a text with a couple of emoji. I hadn’t replied to him at all. My theory had been if I could get through a week of not replying, I would be golden. And I made it through that week. His face didn’t stare at me every time I opened my Facebook messenger, he was far enough down the list I didn’t see his face anymore. He hadn’t been texting me- it had been 6 days since I’d gotten a text or a phone call, I thought maybe he’d ‘gotten the hint’ if that's what I was trying to do. I’d posted a selfie to Facebook right before I’d left for the pub. I can count on one hand the number of posts I have that he’s ever ‘liked’. Two. Exactly two posts. One in October that had said something about “Whisky Wednesdays” and that damn selfie I posted on Saturday night before I went to the pub. So, as you can imagine, it came as quite a shock when I saw his name on the list of people who had ‘liked’ my photo. So, between all the whisky I’d had, the mushroom tea, a bit of pot, still missing him even though I shouldn’t, and then seeing his name on that list, my brain was spinning. My feelings were spinning. My drunk brain combined with my wild BPD emotions and my phone was in my hand.

Text 1: I’ve spent the better part of a week trying my damnedest to not text you. And here I am, drunk, texting you. Why? Because I miss your stupid face and your stupid texts and your stupid calls. And I miss you and I shouldn’t miss you but I do.

Text 2: Why do I miss you? (My BFF) contributes it to being stupid. I think it’s because, well, I wish I could put it into words that someone would understand because I don’t even understand it.

Text 3: It’s bloody stupid. I’ve written about it. I’ve written you a ‘goodbye’ letter but apparently, it hasn’t stuck in my stupid brain because here I am drunk telling you that I miss you and I wish I could see you and that I care too much and you care too little and it breaks my heart and

Text 4: And I slightly hate myself for this shit

And then I called him when I was walking home...

Text 5: And I can’t even bring myself to let someone take me home. Or bring them home. Because it feels a bit wrong. And it shouldn’t because we know it doesn’t for you so what the fuck is wrong with me

Text 6, sent 24 hours later: I need to apologize. I never should have said those things regardless of my state of mind at the time. It was not fair to you to have to read the things I said, nor was it okay in any way or form for you to have to experience my drunken behavior. I’m sorry. I was unfair to you and I feel terrible about the things I said.

He’s read all the messages. If I remember correctly, he’d read the first 4 by 4am Saturday night (or Sunday morning if that's how you look at it) and the 5th at 6:15am Sunday morning. He’s not replied. I was only half honest in my apology- I am sorry for the things I said, and I shouldn’t have said them, not to him anyway. And he shouldn’t have had to be on the receiving end of my drunken anger and rambling, no one should have. I’m not sorry I said the things I said. I don’t feel bad about it. I shouldn’t have told him that I still miss him. I know he checks my Facebook page, he looks at the things I post, he’s told me flat out that he does. And sure, I’ve posted numerous things that were directed at him, and he knows that. I think he knows that I miss him and he definitely knows that I still care. I didn’t have to tell him. If I’m being honest right this minute, I said all those things to make him feel a little bad, to make him miss me, or in the hopes the things I said would make him feel a little bad and in hopes they would make him miss me a little too. Pitiful, I’m well aware, but I can’t take it back, and I can’t change it, all I can do now is own it and move on from it.

And start all over at day 1.

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