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tsum00 · 2 years

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loid forger x villain(?)!reader

a/n: ok i lied i need to get this out of my system, the brainrot is STRONG. hope y'all enjoy:)

warnings: bondage, dubcon??, oral(m receiving, allusions to f recieving), degradation, riding, cheating(sorry yor </3), corruption kink

MINORS DNI

when loid opened his eyes, the only thing he saw was black.

he tried to remove the blindfold but realized he was stuck, his wrists tied together and ankles tied to chair legs.

"look who's finally awake. miss me, twilight?" a voice called out.

loid froze. he knew that voice. your voice.

he heard the sound of heels clacking on the floor draw ever closer, until they stopped. then he felt a weight on his lap.

straddling his lap, you took off his blindfold and smirked at him.

"y/n. what do you want?" loid spat out, still thrashing against his restraints.

leaning in you whispered in his ear, "you know exactly what i want, twilight. or should i say, loid?" you chuckled.

loid's eyes grew wide. how did you find out about operation strix?

"i have my ways, twilight. you know that."

you and twilight had an... interesting past. you had both worked for wise, rising up the ranks together and becoming the top agents. but you always had a unique way of doing things, a darker way. you had "gone too far" according to the higher ups, so you had left, taking your skills with you to do what the majority would call "evil". you didn't mind though. in fact, you took it in stride. being bad was more fun anyway. loid was almost about to follow you, but stayed in fear of his reputation at wise.

"to think i'd have the top spy in my lair, all tied up and at my mercy... if this is a dream, i don't wanna wake up," you said as you sank to your knees.

your nose brushed against his crotch, nuzzling what was inside. you could feel him getting harder, you realized excitedly.

"y-y/n, we can't- i can't, you've gotta let me go. plea- oh fuck," loid gasped out.

you had undone his zipper and freed his cock from his boxers. it was painfully hard, an angry red with a tip weeping of precum. drool-worthy for sure, you thought.

"still want me to let you go?" you asked, playing with his balls.

the only response you got was a moan.

"that's what i thought," you smiled, taking him in your mouth.

try as he might, loid couldn't help but buck deeper into your throat. you took it in stride, feeling every vein of his shaft and giving extra attention to the tip.

it felt so wrong, knowing that his "wife" and "daughter" were out there, unaware that he was falling victim to your poison. but in an even more sick way, it felt good. he was sick of having to put up a face all the time, with you, he could be honest. if he tried to conceal anything, you would see through it anyway, he figured.

so he let himself fall.

it was a lovely sight to watch, an agent of "good" be brought down.

"i-i can't, y/n! 'm gonna cum! i-" he cried out.

you gave him a look, one that he took as a sign of permission. his warm cum filled your mouth, sweet and a little salty. you took care to swallow it all. removing yourself from him, he started to whine out in protest.

putting a finger to his lips, you said, "i'll make use of your mouth another time. be sure of it."

by this point, you were dripping. all the excitement and lust went straight to your core and you knew just what to do to fix it.

straddling his lap again, you took his hand and guided him to your wetness.

"feel that, mr. forger? you did this. looks like i'll have to take matter into my own hands and fix my problem. what do you think?" you questioned, looking down at him.

his eyes were clouded over, gazing into your eyes and traveling down to your pussy. you yanked his hair, forcing him to look at you once more.

"sorry? i didn't hear that. i said ‘do you feel it?’” you growled.

“agh! yes, yes, i feel it. feels so nice and warm, wanna be inside you s’bad,” he slurred.

you helped collect enough of your slick on his hand and brought it to his lips.

“say ‘ah’,” you cooed, watching him eagerly clean his fingers of your essence. “just a taste of what’ll happen next time,” you wink.

you grab his cock and line it up with your entrance, teasing him by running the head up and down your slit. a choked plea escapes his lips.

that’s when you sink down hard.

of all the many sexual encounters he’d had(for his missions of course), loid had never felt anything like this. your gummy walls held him so perfectly tight, warm and wet inside. the lewd noises coming from the act made you both shiver in delight.

you began a brutal pace, watching loid’s face contort again.

“you feel divine, twilight. i want you to fill me up with your cum. can you do that for me?” you asked, voice a bit shaky from pleasure.

“yes! f-fuck, yes. i’ll fill you up so good, you can have all my cum,” he moaned out.

he thought it wasn’t possible for you to go faster, but you did. always a surprise from you, he thought. with each passing squelch and thrust, the closer he got to filling your hole with his seed. moments later, he did exactly that.

with a drawn out groan, you felt long, warm hot ropes of cum fill your insides. a white ring had formed around his base, trickling onto his balls. you had also reached your peak, your juices mixing with his. sighing, you carded your fingers through his hair.

“i’ve gotta say, i love this look on you. all fucked out and dirty. it’s a nice change from ‘mr. put together’, wouldn’t you agree?” you smile.

he nods, smiling wistfully up at you. his hearts pangs knowing he has to leave, for his mission, he reminds himself. no matter how far gone w.i.s.e considers you to be, loid knows you’re not a monster. you’ll let him go, for now at least.

unbinding him, you give a him a once over and move over to stand behind him, whispering in his ear.

“don’t worry, darling. when i want you again, i’ll have you. you’re my little plaything, remember?” you say, drawing his hips towards yours and splaying your hands on his chest possessively.

he shudders at the action, eagerly awaiting your next encounter.

#tsum00 #dom reader #spy x family #loid forger smut #loid smut #spy x family smut #i’m so sorry yor #and anya LMAO #sub!loid forger #sub!loid #when loid blushes>>#enjoy the food y’all

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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Hidden Gem Friday

DID I FORGET ITS FRIDAY??? YEAH BUT MY LITTLE SISTER IS HERE SO UHHHHH Hey it's here!!! As always still taking prompts for this!!! The way I'm gonna do these now I think is the first rec above the read more and then the rest below! Hope you guys like that haha

In Eddie's Honour by literaldisneyprincess aka the amazing @maxinemaxmayfield !!!! Recced by me bc this fic is literally a treasure 5.8k- Steddie (Complete)

Summary:

Without thinking, he reaches down and slides his fingers over the indent made by the pen. Eddie must have pressed down harder than necessary, leaving a tactile mark as well as the visual one. Steve’s hit by the realisation that Eddie will never write his name again. Never write or draw, or even hold a pen again. Ever. For the first time in two weeks, he stops. He looks around his room, feeling lost, feeling alone and so achingly, horribly empty. - - - Steve struggles with the grief left behind after Eddie's death and how he can move past it without forgetting.

My Thoughts:

I WROTE AN ENTIRE THREE PARAGRAPH THOUGHTS AND THEN TUMBLR DELETED IT NAYHHH. Okay I'm going to try and recreate it. The thing that always gets me about Morgan's writing is the level of detail. It's not just writing like it becomes a whole experience? the font and the notebook page and all these little add ons that just sink you so deep into the story!!! My favorite scene has to be the tattoo scene I remember Morgan talking about this one with us and workshopping it and watching this story come to fruition was such an utter joy. it's on my short list of fics to read when I need a good grief moment haha

I'll feel the sickness less and less by softshr3k Recced by an anon 3.6k (Complete) - Platonic Stobin

Summary:

“What did they do to you?” she finally asks, her voice a whisper. Steve shuts his eyes, breathing in slowly. Everybody seems to want to ask him questions he doesn’t have the right answers to lately. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine, it’s over.” When he opens his eyes again he can tell she doesn’t believe him, but she doesn’t ask again. Steve thinks he might love her for it. (or, the immediate aftermath of Starcourt, because Steve and Robin are traumatized and also platonic soulmates)

My thoughts:

Okay so I wrote a fic really similar to this one because I NEEDED more of early Stobin, and damn if this didn't hit that niche so perfectly!!!! Like ough I just Robin and Steve have such a lovely really complicated relationship. Both of them have no idea how love works, but they do love each other and it's real OMG I loveeeeeee they're so good! I also love the characterizations here. Steve and Robin still figuring out how this deep confusing real thing between them works ough I love them

staring into all man's plateglass, faces, questioning after who loves by TolkienGirl 1.2k Gen pre-Stoncy being friends (Complete) recced by me

Summary:

Jonathan quirks half a smile in her direction. “Do you want to be right, or do you want me to have lunch with you?” “Both,” Nancy says.

My Thoughts:

This one is like ough a Hershey kiss!! It's short and so so perfect. I love Jonathan POV stuff and this has such a good take on him and how he would feel barely knowing Steve but really wanting to know Nancy and having these emotions for her There's this amazing line in here about Jonathan 'seeing' Steve by being the empty house behind him in the photograph. How Steve is so desperate and hollow, but Jonathan because he's into Nancy sees that and sees it as a flaw of Steve instead of having sympathy for that and it's so OGUH it's amazing

I was open to pain and crossed by the rain by sparklyslug recced by @serpentinegraphite AND @daisiescorduroyandcoffee 20k (COMPLETE)- Gen Wayne and Eddie

Summary:

Little Eddie is born, and Wayne isn't there. Eddie is four. Is eight. Is thirteen. Is eighteen. Is twenty. And his uncle is there. His uncle is right there.

My Thoughts:

I LOVE A WAYNE AND EDDIE FIC AGH! Okay the Munson Lore!!! I love how every writer was like yeah yk what I must include some backstory here for Wayne and Eddie and we are all right LMAO god the scene with Eddie's shaved head it HURTS me like genuinely the way Wayne asks if its what he wants and its so good. IT's hard to explain like there's so so much going on in this fic and it's longer but it's this really well crafted one shot with hints I also adore the way Steve and Wayne develop a relationship here it's not a focus but it's always one of my fave thigns to see in fics!!!! Anyway it's great

#hidden gem friday #fic rec #steddie fic recs #steddie fic #stranger things fic rec #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #Jonathan byers #Nancy wheeler #stoncy fic rec #stoncy #the party #Wayne munson #wayne and eddie #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates steve and robin #Liam speaks up

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smreine · 1 year

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Whilst I am working on some Difficult Business Stuff, I have decided to prioritize babying my emotions, stress management, and self-care rather than getting any words written.

It's a good part of my book to take a break. I've crossed 260,000 words on the manuscript, and my progress has been steadier than at maybe any other point in the draft. I am going into some really emotionally heavy stuff that is complicated to portray as I want. A breather here is good.

My fear of finishing the book is turning toward excitement, because I think that I'm going to have fun editing this book for, say...another year? Ha! I just keep thinking of subplots I want to add and scenes I'd like to execute more dramatically.

Editing in generally gets exponentially harder as a project gets longer, but I've been working on this book for so long that I've done a few editing passes on the earlier parts. The task should be fun more than crushing. (I love editing TBH)

At some point I need to write up the standard short synopsis / long synopsis / general pitch and ask my agent to see if anyone in the agency will co-agent me for fantasy. My agent is a saintly angel. She picked me up for thrillers, though, and she doesn't do fantasy. But chances are good I could at least talk to someone else in her agency about this book's potential in the trad market and decide if I'm just going to self-publish as usual.

Even though it should end around 300,000 words, I would really prefer to publish it as one big honko book that you could use as a weapon of self-defense. And I also need to think about whether that makes any economic sense whatsoever. I can't sell an individual ebook for more than 9.99, period, and I wouldn't sell many copies at that price point; at best I could do 6.99 in this market, which at 70% royalty is like idk I refuse to math right now $4.80? It's gonna take four years to finish this book, all told, and I'd need to make this book work harder for me than that, basically. Series are far easier to market and far more lucrative.

AGH. I just don't WANT people reading it like a series! It's one book! I could keep it that way if I made this book exclusive to Amazon or another subscription program where I'm paid by the length of reads. I am personally morally opposed to this. Also I have a lot of existing readers who use other vendors and they'd be sad. I actually feel more okay with compromising my morals out of practicality than I feel okay with putting my book out of reach of loyal readers.

barf. god. these kinds of capitalist calculations near MY ART BABY are part of the reason I left publishing for so long. Anyway, that's still Later Sara's problem, but Later Sara is drawing nearer. My enormous anxiety around this is exactly why I'm going to step back a bit from writing to work on the anxiety.

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inkofamethyst · 1 year

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November 6, 2022

[two nights ago] So it’s currently 2am and I’m in a... a state. Not like a bad one, I’m not having an anxious episode (I do got the nerves runnin through me though! that hasn’t changed!), but I’ve been stressed all week because of exams and other things and I suddenly feel just a little bit freer. I mean, I was in bed most of the day after my morning exam as a result of lady pains (it would be really convenient to have, like, ADS accommodations specifically for my First Days (though I think the exam went fine actually, possibly better than my other two despite the limited studying)), so I am suddenly filled with energy and I randomly decided to work on the One More Soul to the Call string quartet test arrangement (because even though Paradise is my top priority for next semester, transcribing it is a horrible experience (and even though Love Psalm is probably my second priority, it would involve transcribing drums which I don’t feel like doing (in other words, I needed a win tonight))), and I’m kind of in love with it??? I’ll send it to my cello-friend to see if it actually has potential or if it just sounds like noise, but it’s really coming along, I think.

[today] So I finished the first draft after a total worktime of about six hours. I made some (a lot of) creative liberties, and I’ve handed it off to be scrutinized (by a friend bc I’m not all that confident in it). It’s not super vocally interesting.. all the notes are within the range of a single octave, there’s no major jumps or anything, I sort of just wanted to see if I could do the adaptation. Love Psalm is (seemingly) more vocally interesting, but a string quartet adaptation might be harder, so I may try a straight transcription for it later.

Critical Role episodes 36-38 have been fantastic. 36, total fanservice, was grinning the whole time. 37, a dungeon crawl, but I was fully engaged throughout, even in the battle (there have been some really interesting battles this campaign) which doesn’t always happen. 38, joy followed by a harrowing twist. C3 is really really good. I don’t want to pick a favorite of the campaigns because I love them all for different reasons, but this one is really strong. It might be partly because it’s drawing on aspects of the world that longtime fans recognize (from C1 and C2 and mini-campaigns). It feels like a major culmination, and I think we’re leading into something big (that’s one thing about the end of C2--the final boss battle was fine, the ending was good, but the stakes did not seem very high because the threat was so isolated, unlike the VM end battles which affected the world).

Speaking of podcasts and culminations, WtNV feels like it’s doing that really slow build thing again which I love. Where they slowly incorporate more and more storyline into the episodes to culminate in an epic climax. No spoilers, but Salmon Burger was a good episode. AGH I love Night Vale so much.

Today I’m thankful for a good weekend. I went to the chamber concert for the orchestra with my photo-friend, and my cello-friend’s group was so so good. Easily the best performance there. We went out for dinner after which was nice. Today, rehearsal went well, and I made a really solid beef stroganoff for the first time ever. Lastly, I’ve mentioned before that I like watching the little WB animated DC movies because they’re relatively quick movies and easily digestible. Most of them are just okay (like Superman vs The Elite which tried too hard and missed the mark on its social commentary, or Injustice: Gods Among Us which had so much potential to be good but the climax fell flat), some are pretty bad, and every once in a while you come across one that’s a bit of a gem. I’ve watched two this weekend, and I think Superman: Unbound was one of those gems. I just really like the Clark/Lois dynamic. Superman as a hero just makes me happy :) wholesome lil farm boy :)

I have a lot to do tomorrow. I have to catch up on a few assignments for ecoanth, send out a bunch of emails, and start on those applications. My next exam isn’t for about a month, but I really don’t want to wait until the last minute again, especially since that one will determine whether I need to take the final for that class or not.

But for now, an “early” bedtime. Goodnight :)

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ Purple heart ~

Contents: SMUT! detective/criminal!Minho x detective!fem!reader. Office sex, fingering, use of nicknames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (CAREFUL YALL), orgasm (m/f), explicit language, degradation (ish?), mentions of blood, mentions of gangbang, uhm what more.

Word count: 1.5 k words

Requested: Based on anons GENIUS ask so thank u thank u <33

Note: @vogueinnie has a little drabble based on a similar ask so please read it HERE (u wont regret it <33)

Papers and files were scattered across the carpeted floor of the shared office.

“I swear I had it in a folder somewhere in this damn office... fuck, that was such an important document!” you yelled at Minho that was sitting on a black office chair, his light brown coat draped over the chairs back as he was typing away on his keyboard. Your head snapped towards the brown haired boy, sitting arrogantly at his grand oak desk.

“Minho! You know that if this document isn’t found until tomorrow we are both in deep shit right?”

“Babygirl, it was on your desk last time I saw it.” he peeked from behind his computer screen.

You shuddered at the nickname. ‘Babygirl’. You glanced at the open door that led to the other offices to make sure that no one was still there at this ungodly hour of the night. Everyone else had gone home and that’s about the time Minho started shoving sweet nothings in your ears. You crouched down in defeat infront of the black file cabinet, a pale yellow folder with the SKZ mob logo painted on it layed infront of your feet that were decorated with stockings and a pair of black shiny kitten heels. Your arms hanged in defeat infront of you, the bracelet with the purple heart jingling everytime you moved.

A big hand stroked your hair and moved down your back. You turned around in surprise and Minho was slightly crouching, his hand emitting warmth onto your small figure. His dark brown eyes were unreadable just like his expression, the statue-like facial features making him even harder to read. His veiny hand wrapped around your shoulder, pushing you onto the floor making you land on your butt with a thump. Your hands landed behind you, holding your back straight up as Minho stood tall at the base of your legs, looking you up and down before smirking.

“M-minho what the fuck, it’s seriou-” you were cut off by Minho attaching his soft lips on yours, sitting on his knees by your side. You arms shook from how his wet tongue swirled around yours, melting in his presence. He cupped your flushed face as a wet patch formed underneath your skirt. Fuck, why were you so weak for him? It’s your co-worker and the policy about work relationships was strict so your heart was always on edge when Minho fucked you in the office like he’d done countless times before. His hans trailed down your chest, feeling on your breasts through the white bra and button up shirt that you wore to work everyday, not being much room for any creativity in the dresscode of the office. The sole of your foot met the ground once you kicked off your heels and bent your knees, inviting him to touch your burning core.

Those hands of his gripped your inner thigh after kneading your breasts for a while, inching closer one fingertip at the time. Tilting your head, your noses slightly bumped into each other as the kiss got passionate. Your breath hitched, holding back a moan as his fingers plunged down your thin black stockings and panties, feeling around your sex. You opened your eyes in the kiss and met his dark gaze, he broke the kiss and breathed between his sculpted lips.

“tsk, always so wet for me” he scoffs cockily.

You rolled your eyes, being annoyed at yourself for letting him have this controll over you. Two fingers slipped into your sopping cunt and a heavy sigh was the consequence at his fingers curling upwards. You pulled him closer to you by his neck, slowly dropping the back of your head towards the floor and dragging him along with you. The taste of his lips spread through out your mouth, watered down with your saliva as his digits created the most sinful sounds, your cunt was being abused. You couldn’t help but to moan pathetically against his lips to which he grinned and added his thumb that was lazily circling your clit, the bud swollen with lust. Just as the knot in your stomach was starting to form he pulled out his finger, the tips glistening with your juices as he lapped them up, looking at you seductively. Just his gaze could make your whole body hot, your hands clammy and your panties soaked. A yelp errupted from your chest as he grabbed your stocking, ripped them and exposing your panties.

“y/n, you’re fucking soaking” he said, not surprised at this point. The both of you were busy, fumbling around with your clothes. Minho’s belt buckle making a clinking sound before the outline of his substantial dick was seen through his boxers. Your eyes darted around the room, not wanting to appear rude for staring at the eye catching sight.

“Stop acting innocent now, y/n” he laughed haphazardly to which you blushed. Were all your feelings plastered on your face or was he just really good at this job, reading social cues like a book?

He was standing on his knees between your legs as he popped his dick over his black boxers. You gulped upon seeing his size, being stunned everytime it appeared infront of you even though this wasn’t the first time. He alined himself with your heated core after he’d pushed the fabric covering your cunt aside, allowing him to enter. His immense length bottomed out as he slid into your wet cunt with ease. Without noticing you bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste stinging your tastebuds. Minho hissed as you clenched around him, desperate for him to destroy you and see you at your most vulnerable state.

“Needy, huh?” he scoffs as he sets a rhythmic pace, his hips bucking into yours. You arched your back as he added a finger to your clit, the bundle of nerves being stimulated once more by his delicate hands. Moans trickle down your tongue as his pace got quicker, Minho chasing his release with eagerness.

“M-minho please..a-agh” you stuttered as your hands were pinned above your head, the chain of the bracelet bore into your thin-necked wrist as both they were both pinned underneath Minho’s one hand, the other one still playing with your clit. The office was quiet, only the sound of your lustful moans mixed with Minho’s breathy groans could be heard. The squelching of your cunt spreading a red tint over your cheeks from embarrassment as you looked deep into Minho’s stoic eyes. His bitter gaze sent shivers down your spine as the pain from the bracelet contrasted the pleasure in your core.

Before you knew it the knot began tightening. Minho’s pace now faster than ever, making you more of a disheveled mess with each second that ticked by on the big clock above the office door. You looked to your side, out through the big glass panes that were making up half of the offices walls. The tiny specks of light blurring your vision as you felt yourself releasing onto his member.

“O-oh.. fuck y/n” he grunted, his head twisting back briefly before looking at the mess that was your face. Your eyes rolled into your skull as his last thrusts were making your whole body move on the floor. Hair covered your eyes and your lips glistened from saliva. The knot was untied and you melted underneath him into a puddle of arousal. His warm load decorated your raw cunt as Minho pieced together an incoherent sentence of sweet nothings.

Eventually he pulled out as you were trying to make sense of your surroundings, being completly immersed in your tidal-like orgasm moments earlier. Before you could even ground yourself he stood up and fixed his business attire. He streached arm against your messy self, your chest heaving.

“Gonna lay there forever?”

He smiled savagely at you while asking his question, the veins in his arms popping out. You took his tepid hand in yours and stood up, groaning when remembering that your tights were ripped.

“Did you really have to rip them?” you asked annoyingly while adjusting your skirt and finding your heels. He just looked at you observingly, his mind somewhere else. His grip around your hand was firm and he pulled you into a final kiss, pressing you against his body. The kiss quickly got heated again and as you bit his bottom lip teasingly you noticed a familiar emblem on the inside of his lip. You pulled his lip further out with your teeth and froze upon seeing the SKZ mob logo inked on the delicate flesh.

“M-minho...you don’t... you’re n-not”

In fright you slowly backed away, none of your words were made sense as Minho devilishly grinned towards you. He yanked you by your small hand and grabbed your wrist hard enough to form marks, the wrist he had in hand was the one with the purple heart bracelet. He licked his plump lips before speaking.

“We could use a innocent girl like you to you know... fullfill our needs”. His predatory gaze made goosebumps errupt on your soft skin.

“Deal, babygirl?”

The SKZ mob crime scenes was always marked with their spray painted emblem but after this the logo ended with a small purple heart, a sign of your assistance.

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master-sass-blast · 3 years

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Care and Trust: Chapter Two.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five -Chapter One

Summary: “--and he says to me ‘my birthday’s every year, dude,’” the shorter one --he’s got gentle green eyes and dark, wavy hair--laughs. “Like, if the bushel of lilyweed I caught him with wasn’t evidence enough--” He pauses when he sees you and Lin waiting, takes one look at your bag and table, then tries to book it. “Nope!”

The taller one grabs him by the shoulders. “Bolin, come on! It’ll be okay!”“Nope! I’m totally fi --agh!”

You wince sympathetically when the younger one cringes and jerks in pain, then step forward so you can get one arm behind him, then introduce yourself as you usher him into Lin’s office. “It’s nice to meet you, Bolin. Why not sit down for a minute, okay? Take a load off? Maybe” --you glance at Ryu-- “we could have a cup of tea?”

AKA you learn why you got called to Lin's office.

Pairing(s): Lin Beifong x Reader

Rating: T.

Word Count: 4.2k.

Also, a huge thank you to @chromecutie for beta reading this fic in addition to all the others in this series! I would not have had the confidence to post any of HTH if she hadn’t assured me that I was doing the characters justice.

Lin’s office is a real, proper office; go figure, she’s the Chief of Republic City’s entire police force. It’d be weird if she didn’t have a proper office.

It’s an expansive, long room, with wrought iron support beams and a dark, wood panelled ceiling. A desk sits in the center of the room, right across from double doors. There’s a leather chair that looks like it’s worth more than your apartment behind the desk, as well as one to the side of the desk (presumably for visitors or reporting officers).

There’s a small sitting area to the left of the doors. Two couches are positioned across from each other, with a metal coffee table in between. On the opposite wall is a wardrobe --you’re putting money on a second set of armor and some clean casual clothes, given the horror stories Lin’s told you about messy crime scenes.

Aside from a third couch tucked into the corner of the room --it looks luxuriously padded, and you’re also putting money on Lin sleeping on that couch during long haul shifts--and a vase to the right of the double doors, the rest of the room is entirely utilitarian. Filing cabinets, bookshelves, a few boxes with active case files in them.

It’s Lin to a tee. Thoroughly practical, borderline spartan, but what is there is more than you could afford in a lifetime.

You politely turn down Ryu’s offer of tea or coffee, then set your massage table and bag on the floor. You pace a short circuit back and forth, mentally filing through what you know about Lin and how her body bears out physical stress. Any injury is liable to have aggravated her hip, given the body’s tendency to compensate to avoid pain. Combine that with her scars and her left side’s propensity to knot up… she’ll probably need some stretching and healing work before I could even try to adjust her--

The doors open again --and in walks Lin Beifong.

You cross your arms over your chest and cock your head back. “Let me guess --you didn’t have time to see a healer earlier, and now it’s biting you in the ass.”

Lin’s eyebrows spike to her hairline. She blinks, then holds up her hand. “Whoa, no. I’m fine.”

“Cut the hippobullshit, Lin. Your personal secretary called me here--”

“It’s not for me,” Lin interjects. She glances behind her, then closes the doors before continuing. “It’s… for one of the younger officers. Something of a situation.”

Your brows draw together as you frown. “If they’re seriously injured, they should go to the hospital--”

“No, no, it’s not like that. He was…” Lin grimaces as her voice trails off, “...advised to see someone like you after getting injured during the dock explosion debacle, but he’s… not comfortable with the thought of getting adjusted.”

“Oh.” You blink, wind going out of your sails as the panic ebbs. “And… your assistant called me…”

“I asked her to,” Lin clarifies. “I know I can trust you to handle this right.”

Something warm and heavy settles in your chest at the thought that Lin trusts you, especially with the well-being of someone that’s clearly important to her. You gulp hard and ignore the way your eyes are starting to sting. “Oh. Thanks.”

The sound of footsteps and chatter outside Lin’s office draws both your attention.

Ryu opens the doors and lets two young men in --one shorter and stocky, the other taller, leaner.

“--and he says to me ‘my birthday’s every year, dude,’” the shorter one --he’s got gentle green eyes and dark, wavy hair--laughs. “Like, if the bushel of lilyweed I caught him with wasn’t evidence enough--” He pauses when he sees you and Lin waiting, takes one look at your bag and table, then tries to book it. “Nope!”

The taller one grabs him by the shoulders. “Bolin, come on! It’ll be okay!”

“Nope! I’m totally fi --agh!”

The assistant smiles knowingly, nods, then slips out of the room.

“Okay, sure,” Bolin concedes, still wincing. “But I promise, I’m totally fine.”

You hold up your hands and take a seat on the other side of the coffee table. “Understood.” You staunchly ignore the way your pulse spikes when Lin sits next to you --Spirits, the effect this woman has on you--and turn your attention to the other man. You introduce yourself and extend your hand.

He takes it --firm grip, but not painful. “I’m Mako.” He nods to the younger man. “I’m his brother.”

“Ah, wonderful.” You smile warmly at the brothers. “How long have you two been on the force?”

***

It’s easy to get the boys talking --or, rather, it’s easy to get Bolin talking.

Mako’s a harder platypusbear egg to crack, but there are small things to pick up on; the way he frowns whenever Bolin winces in pain, for instance, tells you he’s genuinely concerned about his brother. He sits a little straighter whenever he looks over at Lin, but he’s not sweating or cowering in front of her, which you take to mean that he wants to impress her, to earn her approval.

He’s also watching you closely --which is fair, considering you likely scare his brother.

You meet his scrutiny with a relaxed, polite smile and do your best to convey ‘I’m here to help, please trust me,’ through your eyes and posture.

Bolin’s far more relaxed around Lin --almost remarkably so. He leans back against the couch as much as he comfortably can, and actually jokes with her (or tries to, but he doesn’t seem deterred whenever Lin doesn’t respond with more than a twitch of an eyebrow).

You also catch him looking towards Lin whenever he talks about an aspect of his job, a hopeful smile on his face, which then broadens every time she nods or confirms whatever he’s saying.

Honestly, it’s adorable.

(Lin’s also an interesting one to watch in all of this. She’s still as stoic as ever, but she doesn’t roll her eyes at Bolin’s lame jokes or talk down to Mako despite him being miles lower in rank than her. If anything, the air you’re getting from her is… warm. Almost maternal.

It’s wonderful to see.)

“I’ve been studying for the detective’s exam, though,” Bolin chirps with a bright smile. “Mako says I’m doing pretty good.”

You grin, then shoot a playful glance at Lin. “And your thoughts, Chief?”

Lin smirks and crosses her arms over her chest. “They’re both green --but, with time and training, they’ll be excellent members of the police force.”

There’s no missing the way both boys glow under Lin’s praise; Bolin outright beams, and while Mako’s more subtle, you still catch the small, pleased smile that flickers across his features.

You smile.

There’s a brief pause in the conversation when Ryu walks in with a tea set. She sets it on the coffee table between the two benches, then leaves with a nod when Lin waves her off.

You murmur a quiet “Thank you” when Lin fills your cup, then turn your attention back to Bolin. Time to try and make forward progress. “So, what happened to your neck?”

Bolin turns his head to look at you --and promptly winces. “What? What do you mean? How did you know?”

“You’re not the only detective,” you say with a wink. You smile when he chuckles, then gestures to his neck and head. “You’re compensating. You’re tilting your head to one side to avoid using the injured muscles. You probably didn’t even realize it.”

Bolin’s eyes widen. “Wait, seriously?” He tries to straighten his neck, then grimaces and lets out a yelp. “Ow!”

“Just leave it be for now,” you interject, holding one hand out to stop him. “You won’t be able to force it to straighten out on your own. Best leave it to the professionals.”

He offers you a weak smile. “And that’s you?”

You smile and nod. “That’s me. I’m a chiropractor and massage therapist; I specialize in scar tissue treatment and injury rehabilitation. Started my degree at Atege Medical University in the Northern Water Tribe, then finished it here at Republic City Medical University, and then I did my training here in Republic City at Kyoshi Rehabilitation Center. About… oh, five years ago, I moved to the Northern Moon Physical Therapy Facility.”

Mako raises one thick eyebrow in assessment. “So that’s… what, seven years?”

You snort. “Flattering, but no. Try closer to twelve. Medical school and residency takes a long time for chiropractors, too.” You spare a moment to watch Bolin --he’s paled since you’ve started talking about being a chiropractor, and the rest of his body’s gone tense--then try getting to the point once more. “What happened to your neck?”

He grimaces and rubs the side of his neck. “I was at the docks when the explosion went off. I didn’t get hit by the debris or anything, but the shockwave knocked a lot of us over.”

You nod along. “That makes sense. Considering how close you were, the shockwave might’ve been enough to throw something out of alignment.”

Bolin grimaces. He hesitates, then offers you a nervous smile. “Look, I appreciate you coming all the way out here, but I’m fine. I promise! I’ve had tons of injuries before --used to do competitive pro-bending, all that jazz. I know how to handle these kinds of things: a little heat, some stretching, and everything will clear up before too long.”

“Street beat’s a physically demanding job,” Lin interjects. She arches an eyebrow when Bolin opens his mouth, then continues when he closes it. “I can’t have you on the duty roster if you’re hobbled.”

“Not to mention that if something’s out of alignment, you could make it worse by stretching,” you add with a concerned frown. “And things are likely to get worse without treatment, too. I know this isn’t your favorite idea,” you say with a sympathetic smile, “but it really is best to handle things early before they become bigger problems down the road.”

“It’ll be okay,” Mako assures his younger brother. He puts one arm around Bolin’s shoulders. “Chief’s the one who called her in; she wouldn’t ask some quack.”

The corner of your mouth turns up at the commendation, but your mirth fades when you watch Bolin cover his face with shaking hands. You cock your head to the side, listening, then purse your lips when you hear a quiet sniffle. “What is it about adjustment that scares you so much?”

Bolin shrugs (and winces), then waves his hand dismissively with an unsteady smile. “Eh, it’s nothing. No big deal to let someone jerk around your neck like crazy; not like it’s gonna break or anything.” He grimaces, then ducks his head to hide the tears forming in his eyes. “That’d just be stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” you assure him. You duck your head so you can catch his gaze, then smile understandingly when he looks at you. “It’s not. Self-preservation is one of our most natural, baseline instincts. Besides, you’re hardly the first client to be scared of getting adjusted.”

Bolin straightens gingerly. “I’m not?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. I work with a lot of trauma patients; several of them have anxiety over being touched and adjusted. And I’ve had a lot of people ask me about snapping necks, believe it or not.”

Bolin turns his head to one side and assesses you warily. “And… what do you tell them?”

“The truth: I don’t use remotely enough force to snap a neck,” you say, “nor am I working at the right angles to cause a break. It’s not as easy as all the pulp fiction novels make it seem.” When Bolin doesn’t relax completely, you start mulling over other ideas to help convince him. Chances are he’s never been adjusted before, given how nervous he is, meaning he doesn’t have any previous experience to apply to what I’m saying. Short of letting him watch an adjustment-- You snap your fingers when a lightbulb turns on in your mind. “What if… what if you could watch me adjust someone else? That way, you’d be able to see that it’s perfectly safe.”

Bolin quirks his mouth to the side. “...I guess. It couldn’t hurt.”

You nod, then turn to Lin. “Would you be willing to let me adjust you, since you’ve already been through it all before?”

Lin nods without hesitation, then smirks. “I’m guessing I’ll need to take my armor off.”

“Well, since I’d rather adjust your back than crush my hand, yes,” you quip back. You shoot a reassuring smile at Bolin, then stand. “Let me set up my table.”

...

Bolin, for all his warmth and magnanimity, doesn’t coax along easily. It takes adjusting both Lin and Mako before he agrees to it (who has scarring in his left arm from a lightning injury that he got, according to him, while taking down Kuvira’s giant mechadroid less than half a year ago, and if you get a little too caught up in analyzing his injury and talking about treatment plans and Lin has to remind you --albeit subtly--that this is her office and she has work to do, well, it’s only a tribute to your commitment to your career.

Anyway.)

Between the three of you, though, you manage to get Bolin onto your massage table so you can start working on him.

He grunts as you dig into the muscles that run along his neck. “I know what you said about not using enough force, but it sounds like you’re breaking something.”

“I get it,” you laugh. “What you’re hearing, though, is the release of gas that builds up in the joints and tissue, plus the joints and ligaments being adjusted back into place.” You let up for a moment so you can reposition your thumbs, then press down again. “Okay, deep breath in… and out… good; just like that.”

Some light examination and prodding with your waterbender had revealed the culprits: stuck rib heads in the upper back, a few misaligned vertebrae in the neck, and some very irritated and inflamed muscles. Painful, but easy to fix with the right treatment.

You curl your fingers, using your waterbending to knead the muscles in Bolin’s right shoulder. “Oh, come on… I know you’re not happy, but if you could please relax for me…”

Bolin groans when the muscle finally unkinks. “Oh, yeah, that’s the spot.”

“I bet,” you laugh. You bend the rest of the water back into your skein, then put some oil on his skin and start working the spot with your hands.

“Is it hard to work around injuries?” he asks, voice slightly muffled by the massage table’s headrest.

You make the grunt equivalent of a shrug. “It depends on the location and what state of healing it’s in. Sometimes, it means I can’t do a normal adjustment --or do one at all, really; some injuries or scars mean that moving the joints and ligaments around would cause further damage to the site. Other times, it’s a matter of waiting until everything’s healed, and then I can do normal adjustments again.”

“How can you tell which to do --oooh, right there.”

Your lips turn up in a small smile, and you keep working a tense, knotted muscle in his upper back. “The patient’s medical history tells me a lot. X-Ray imaging helps, too, if there is any --and I can usually get a good feel for what’s wrong with my waterbending.” You keep going until the muscle releases, then pat Bolin’s shoulder. “Okay, I think you’re ready for adjustment.”

As expected, he tenses. His neck works as he gulps, and when he speaks again, his voice comes out high-pitched and thready. “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t try if I didn’t think you’d adjust properly.” When Bolin doesn’t respond --or move--you kneel down so you can see his face through the hole in the head of the massage table. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. We’ll take this nice and slow, alright? I’ll tell you everything I’m going to do before I do it.”

Bolin nods, gulps again, then flips onto his back.

“I need you to sit up so I can put the adjustment board under your back.” You slip the board into place, then put a pillow under his head before having him shift lower on the table. “Okay, good. I’ll adjust your middle and upper back first, like I did on Lin. You might feel some discomfort in your upper back because of how the rib heads are stuck, alright?”

Bolin nods, then offers you a feeble smile. “You’re sure I’m not too heavy for you?”

You wink. “I’m stronger than I look. Whenever you’re ready, cross your arms over your chest.” Once he does what you ask, you adjust his arms so they’re in the right position. “Okay, curl your chin down against your chest… good. Alright, it’s gonna be just like how you saw on Lin. I’m gonna help lift you up, I’ll put my hand under your back, and then I’ll lay you down so I can adjust your back. Sound good?”

Bolin clenches his jaw, but meets your gaze and nods minutely.

“Alright. You ready?” When he nods again, you do exactly as you said you would --help Bolin curl upwards, put your hand under his back, against the board, then adjust the position of your arm around his shoulders. “Alright, deep breath in… and out.”

The series of adjustments up his spine go without a hitch. You grin down at Bolin after the last adjustment and congratulate him for doing so well. “You took that like a champ!”

Bolin blinks, startled, then smiles. “Eh, I’ve been told I’m a quick learner.”

“Oh, you’re an absolute natural.” You grin when he chuckles, then step towards the head of the table. “I’ll give you a minute before I do anything else, but is it okay if I feel around your neck to see where the tension is?”

Bolin pales. His eyes go misty, but he nods regardless.

You murmur a quiet “thank you,” then put one hand on each side of his neck and start prodding at the muscles. “Well, it’s better after the massage work and the adjustment.” You rub your thumb against his trapezius muscle, then grimace when it refuses to relax for you. “Actually…” You take your hands off his neck and rifle through your bag. “I think I’m going to use an activator on your neck, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“What’s that?” Bolin asks, voice fraught with panic.

You hold the device up for him to see. “I use it to tap the side of your neck; it helps loosen up your joints so that when I adjust you, we get you back to your full range of motion.” You fire the device so he can see, and your stomach sinks when you see tears well up in his eyes. “I can use it on your forearm, if you want, soyou can feel how hard it’s going to be.”

Bolin swallows hard, then nods. He holds his arm up --then blinks when you press the tip of the activator against his arm and fire it. “Oh. I thought it’d be a lot stronger than that.”

“Tui and La, no,” you say with a laugh. “The neck’s a delicate instrument; I’m not trying to make things worse for you.”

Bolin smiles shakily, but it slips back to a frown after a few seconds. “Is… Will it hurt?”

“I’ve never had a patient complain before,” you say, sincere. “I’d be stunned if you felt any pain whatsoever from this.” You smile reassuringly when he gives you a questioning look, then place the tip of the activator against his neck when he nods. “Alright. I’m going to tap you a few times on each side of the neck, then I’ll take another feel at what your joints and muscles are doing. Okay?”

“Can you… give me a minute?”

“Of course.” You pull the activator away from his neck, then place a hand on his shoulder when he inhales shakily. “Hey, deep breaths. You’re gonna be fine. I promise.” After a moment he nods again, and you press the activator back against his neck and fire it.

“...It kind of tickles.”

You let out a huff of laughter. “That’s a new one.” You finish working on both sides of his neck, then tuck the device back in your bag before putting your hands on his neck once more. “Alright, right now I’m just going to stretch your muscles some more and get your head into position, okay?”

Bolin clenches his fists at his side. “Could you --do you think you could give me a countdown before you, y’know, do it?”

“Uh…” You purse your lips, then shake your head. “I don’t think so, no. I don’t want you tensing right as I try to adjust you; you’re liable to get hurt that way.”

“It’ll be okay, kid,” Lin says when Bolin lets out a shaky breath. “I wouldn’t have called her if she wasn’t the best.”

You duck your head to hide a shy smile, then try to focus past the warm glow spreading through your chest. “Okay, Bolin. Deep breath; in through the nose, out through the mouth… good, just like that.” You slowly turn his neck, angling his head until you feel the right resistance. “Tilt your chin up; I’m gonna stretch your neck a little.” You tug gently until the muscles loosen, then surreptitiously keep working him to the proper angle. “Good… just stretching… feeling everything out…” You adjust the position of your hands on his neck. “Another deep breath in, then let it all out.” You wait for him to exhale --for his shoulders to relax--then jerk his head to the side.

Bolin grunts, then shoots you a wide eyed look. “You said you were just stretching me?”

You smile apologetically. “I needed to make sure you were relaxed. Makes things better for both you and me. Did you feel any pain?”

“No,” Bolin says after a moment of consideration. “It felt… pretty good, actually.”

“Good!” You start massaging the other side of his neck. “You think you’re still alive?”

He chuckles. “Pretty sure I’m still breathing, yeah.”

“Good stuff,” you joke right back. “Means less malpractice suits for me.” You grin when he laughs, then start stretching the other side of his neck. “Let’s do this side, and then I’ll do your lower back and get you back to work.”

***

“Sorry that took so long.”

Lin waves a hand at your apology. “It’s fine. I figured the kid would take a while to calm down enough for an adjustment.” She offers you a small smile. “Thanks for making the trip up here.”

“Of course.” You resume packing up your things, then let out a quiet laugh. “Honestly, I’m just glad it wasn’t you that needed an adjustment. I damn near had a heart attack when the receptionist told me your assistant called.”

“I told you I was fine.”

You shoot Lin a flat, unimpressed stare. “Right, because you’re the type to always consider the limits and needs of your physical well being.” You roll your eyes when she merely arches an eyebrow at you, then zip the carrying case for your collapsible table shut. “How does the department handle billing?”

“Send the bill to my assistant,” Lin answers, writing down the proper mailing address on a slip of paper before handing it over to you. “She’ll file it with the department’s insurance company. The department will pay out the rest.”

You nod and reach out to take the paper--

Lin holds it back. “Write the bill for all three adjustments. Clear?”

You smirk and pluck the paper out of her fingers. “Pay me more. Fine by me.” You grin when she rolls her eyes, then cast your gaze down to her desk.

It’s a nice desk. Solid, polished wood, with engravings and etchings of Earth Kingdom style patterns.

Unbidden, images of Lin fucking you on her desk --bending you over it, laying you out on your back, sitting in her chair while you bury your face between her legs--flood your name.

Lin either picks up on the spike in your pulse, or maybe she knows your facial expressions well enough to know when you’re horny. Either way, she smirks up at you. “Problem?”

“No…” You absently trace your fingers along the edge of her desk, then shoot her an impish smile before grabbing your things. “Call me when you have a free night.”

You can hear Lin chuckle behind you as you walk out of her office.

#sass writes #lin beifong x reader #next week will be more smut #because we must have our character development and massage therapy before we have smut #aka i'm projecting how much want a massage again #my back hurts lol #also this is my first time writing mako and bolin so be nice pls #the hands that heal #legend of korra

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xxbangchansidedishxx · 3 years

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Caught- Taemin X Minho

Tw/ Degrading and Corruption kink.

Plot: when Minho comes home he finds out their maknae isn’t as innocent as everyone thought.

Finally. The dorm was empty. It was rare that Taemin had a moment completely alone. Of course he had time alone in the shower but even then he had to be quick or the threat of someone picking the lock or turning the lights off as a prank were high.

He let out a shaky sigh as he slowly began to palm himself through his jeans. It had been a while since he was able to do this. He took his time getting himself heated up, after all no one should be home for a few hours. He grabbed handfuls of his shirt as his hand pressed down on his achingly hard crotch.

"Ugh fuck." He moaned into the silent room.

After unbuttoning and removing his shirt he began to rub and flick at his stiff nipples, occasionally pinching them making him gasp.

While doing this he could only think of one person.

Minho.

He wished it was Minho who was touching him. He wanted to be fucked, teased and used by the older man. Although he was seen as rather innocent Taemin often thought about Minho fucking him so harshly until he was an overstimulated cum covered mess.

He groaned as one particular thought of Minho wrapping his hand around his throat and slamming into his tight hole crossed his mind.

That's it. He couldn't wait any longer. He kicked off his boxers along with his skinny jeans allowing his leaking cock to stand proud.

Soft whimpers left his parted lips when he started to rub at his length. The best part about the members being gone was that he could be as loud as he wanted.

He closed his eyes and imagined Minho's hand being wrapped around him, pumping him agonisingly slowly and whispering dirty words into his ear.

"F fuck Minho fuck."

He was lost in his own world now. Blabbering in pleasure.

After a while of teasing himself he reached over to his bedside draw pulling out a bottle of lube, a dildo and a vibrating cock ring.

He squeezed some of the liquid into his fingers and began to rub at his desperate entrance. He wanted to drag out this experience as long as he could. He slowly began to press his fingers in preparing his tight little hole for something even bigger. He removed his fingers and reached for the dildo. Slowly he teased around his hole pressing just the slightest amount of the toy in then removing it again. He continued to do this for a while before he couldn't take it much longer. He sunk down onto the rubber toy and turned the vibrating cock ring on. Shocks of pleasure ran through his entire body. His pace was slow at first, bouncing up and down as his cock leaked and he couldn't hold in his moans.

Fuck imagine Minho's cock buried deep in your ass. Taemin's mind wondered.

Minho slapping your ass for cumming too soon.

He closed his eyes and focused on all the pleasure.

"Ugh fuck Minho fuck me fuck faster ah ah M-Minho ahh." He felt himself getting close.

"Well well Taeminnie. This is quite the show."

His eyes shot open to see Minho standing over him with a smirk on his face .

In shock the younger man collapsed onto the bed, only pushing the dildo deeper inside of him causing him to cum with a strangled cry.

His entire face burned red.

"F fuck Minho. I- I can explain."

He panted trying to cover himself.

"What is there to explain? Our Taeminnie isn't quite as innocent as we thought. Little baby acts so shy and clueless but behind closed doors he's bouncing on a toy wishing it to be my cock."

Minho stepped towards Taemin grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head.

"Do you often think of me when you are fucking yourself?"

Taemin was speechless.

"I said, does my little cumslut often think of my cock buried in his ass?"

He reached out to start slowly pumping the younger mans cock causing him to let out a whine.

"I- I can't help it Minho, fuck I need you."

He didn't think he could get any more turned on then this. Although he felt so exposed and so embarrassed all the blood just rushed to his cock making him ache for another release.

Minho removed his hand from Taemin's cock.

"I want you to keep fucking your tight little ass with that toy, don't hold back your moans. I don't care if the others hear. They must all know what a dirty little slut you really are that's so desperate for me to use him."

The dirty words leaving Minho's mouth were like music to Taemin's ears, he had always wanted to hear these things coming from the older mans mouth.

Slowly he Began to bounce up and down on the toy again, whining at the overstimulation.

Minho bit down hard on his lip as he watched the scene infront of him.

"Baby you look so fucking hot like that. Such a fucking whore for me." He praised taking out his phone and taking a few pictures of the man.

"Oh I'm going to want to remember the moment I saw Taemin loose all his innocence because He was too horny for my cock."

As the man continued to fuck himself Minho's hands roamed around his torso. Tracing his hard abs before flicking his sensitive nipples

"Agh f fuck I'm gonna cum fuck again M-Minho ah ah mmmh."

He watched as Taemin came undone a second time, shooting his load all over his abdomen.

He pulled the toy out and removed his cock ring that's when he came face to face with Minho's hard cock.

"Suck." His voice was demanding and the younger man took no time to obey him.

At first he gave small kitten licks and wet kisses to the tip as the older man sighed in pleasure . His soft plump lips worked effortlessly around the mans length.

"Fuck your hot wet mouth is making me feel so good baby . Fuck you are such a whore where did you learn mmh how to do that?" Minho grabbed a handful of Taemin's hair pulling slightly as the younger hummed around his cock , happy with the praise he was receiving.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum s-stop."

He took him out of his mouth, a strand of salava dripping from his tongue.

"Hands and knees."

Taemin got on all fours anticipating the olders next move.

"I bet you think about getting abused by my cock all the time don't you kitten? Fucked until you are a useless blabbering mess."

He didn't bother to prep the boy, he slammed into his tight hole and wrapped a hand gently around his neck.

"Don't you fucking dare hold back moans. A little whore like you should want the other members to hear how well I'm fucking you. How much you crave my cock."

He rocked in and out as rough as he possibly could. He wanted to make Taemin scream.

"M- Minho fuck it feels too good. I can't t take much more ugh f- Minho." He blabbered as the overwhelming overstimulation took over his body.

"You should have thought about that before then shouldn't you slut. But instead you are here taking my cock so well In your ass. Doing so well for me baby."

He picked up the pace.

Pornographic noises filled the room. Moans and skin slapping skin. There was no way the other members couldn't hear this.

Taemin was a shaking moaning mess.

"Uh uh oh fuck I'm gonna cum M-Minho fuck mmmh f ugh." For the third time Taemin came as his legs shook violently and his walls clenched around Minho causing him to cum inside of him.

Slowly Minho pulled out of the younger man trying to catch his breath. Admiring what a pretty little mess he had made him.

" You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of your little hole you whore. So fucked out and pretty."

He leaned down to roughly kiss Taemin on the lips.

"Now you can stop pretending to be so innocent. There's no need for those toys anymore either. I'll make sure to give you enough cock to satisfy you from now on baby."

Minho smirked as he pulled up his trousers and slipped back into his shirt.

Taemin was still left speechless on the bed.

"Come and join me outside with the other members when you are ready." This time he left a soft kiss on the younger mans forehead and handed him some wipes before walking out of the room.

After cleaning up and composing himself Taemin walked to the shared living room.

The atmosphere was awkward until someone cleared their throat with a cough.

"Um so Taemin, I uh didn't know you and Minho were a thing." Jonghyun spoke trying to keep his cool.

The maknae blushed hard.

Key burst out laughing "uh uh oh fuck I'm gonna cum M-Minho fuck mmmh f ugh." He mimicked Taemin dramatically causing the other members to burst into laughter too.

"Yah and I thought our Taemin was innocent." Onew joked patting him on the shoulder.

"Please I'm so embarrassed." He groaned.

Minho walked over to the man whispering something into his ear making him blush harder .

"Hey you two! We just had to listen to that so please get a room this time." Jonghyun pleaded as the two proceeded to stand up and scurry away like some sort of horny high school couple.

"Do you think we are gonna get much sleep for a while?" Onew asked already knowing the answer.

A loud moan echoed off the thin walls in the dorm causing Jonghyun to bury his head in his hands.

"I think that answers your question." Sighed Key.

#shinee fanfic #shinee smut #taemin smut #minho smut #shinee fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #taeminXMinho #smut #2min

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blue-bird-kny · 4 years

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Steamy Seduction

I’m back!! I finally finished that fic I mentioned forever ago lol. Believe it or not but since school’s started I’ll be able to produce more work. Without further ado here is some long overdue love for Mitsuri! As always, enjoy~Amanda

Side note: the fact that I'm almost to 1k followers is mind boggling so thank you all!!

Warning: NSFW, mild dom/sub themes, eating out, semi-public, Fem!reader, language

(1.7k+ words)

“Hmmmm” you sighed in relief, submerged up to just below your nose in the boiling water of the hot spring. It had taken some major planning, but you managed to gather most of your Hashira friends (Sanemi and Obanai both thought this was a waste of time) to take a much needed vacation at a local hot springs in the mountains. “Sometimes you could be such a child” Shinobu snickered from the edge of the water; she and Mitsuri sat wrapped in white towels, the water morphing its shape to hug their form- you almost purred at the sight of Mitsuri’s breast, just barely covered by the cloth.

floated over to the girls, tightening your bun in the process. Mitsuri couldn’t help but giggle as she watched the way her friend glared, your fingers finding Mitsuri’s. Shinobu stretched, pulling herself out of the water, “I don't want to end up like a prune so I’m going to bed, you two love birds stay out of trouble” she winked, grabbing her robe and disappearing.

As if on instinct, you moved to Mitsuri’s lap, your legs trapping her against her seat. “You look so pretty with your hair down” you cooed playing with the loose strands. She looked away shyly, her arms softly hugging your waist. “You always say I’m pretty, so how will I know when I look bad?” she probed. “Impossible. You’ve never looked anything but beautiful”. You moved on from her hair, your fingertips brushing against the skin of her neck up to her cheeks, holding the rosy flesh in your hands, your thumbs rubbed soothingly along her features.

Mitsuri hummed in content as your lips traveled along her skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along her jawline, down her throat, until finally reaching her lips. You pressed your chest against hers, groaning into the kiss at the feel of Mitsuri’s hard nipples against yours. Your tongue slid along her bottom lip, silently asking for permission, nibbling gentle against the swollen skin. Her grip on your waist steadily tightened as her legs figgetted between yours. “We can get into a little trouble, no?” you flirted, toying with the edge of the towel. Mitsuri fervently shook her head, already trapped under the spell of your touch.

You shifted, bringing your knee between her thighs, pressing against her naked mound. “Agh!” you swallowed her moan with your mouth, moving your knee back a bit. “ Sorry baby, but you’ll have to be quieter than that” You held her chin, staring into her wide eyes, “Just over that wall are all the guys, you wouldn’t want them to hear you” you inched your knee closer again, just brushing against her folds. The sound of Uzui’s booming laughter emphazed your point. “Or maybe you want them to hear how easily you come undone at my touch. But you know baby, I don’t share, I want all your delicious noises for myself so if you can’t keep quiet I’ll just have to stop” you pulled away slightly, “No! I’ll be good I promise” Mitsuri pleaded, pulling you against her. “That's what I like to hear baby, you're always so good for me” you dawdled, your knee gently grinding circles against her cunt. You pulled her towel open, riding her of the pesky cloth and leaving her on full display.

You thumbed at her nipples, watching the way Mitsuri shuddered at your touch before taking one in your mouth, sucking. Mitsuri covered her mouth quickly, broken moans muffled as they slipped through the cracks. If she was having a hard time piping down now, you couldn’t wait to watch her struggle during the main event. You switched between sucking and nipping while your leg still worked under the water, never putting more pressure than needed. Your whole body worked in a steady pattern, never easing the pleasure you were giving- if you weren’t careful Mitsuri would come sooner than you wanted.

You pulled off her breast with a wet pop, marveling at the hot mess beneath, pressing harder against her clit. Your face landed in the valley between her breast, licking a trail up over the juncture of her neck, across faded marks from previous nights. Mitsuri’s eyes were screwed shut, she was biting her fingers so tightly in an effort to suppress her mewls that you were afraid it’d draw blood. In one swift motion, you pulled away completely, ceasing all movement. Mitsuri whined at the loss of your touch, her bulging eyes pleading. “Don’t worry baby,” you removed her hand kissing the palm lovingly, “you were so good for me, of course I’d let you cum” you pushed her wild strands back behind her ears, peppering her skin with kisses. “Could you sit up on the ledge for me please? I promise you’ll feel good” you urged, placing the towel on the cold floor for her to sit on.

She nodded hazily, lifting herself out of the water and onto the towel. You growled at the sight of the water beads falling down her naked skin, her flushed cheeks filled you body with warmth- oh how you couldn’t wait to taste her. You gripped her legs, pulling them apart slowly, too slowly for Mitsuri’s liking. Your eyes bore into hers through wet lashes, biting at the supple flesh of her thick thighs. “Y/n please” she cried, her arms unsteadily holding herself off the ground. “Be patient baby girl, you know I just love this part” you mumbled against her inner thigh, the skin littered with bruises. You could smell her juices, close enough that your breath caused shivers to pass through her spine. Your index finger trailed her sopping slit, gathering her slick on your finger. “See? Beautiful.” you showed off her mess like it was some glistening prize, before bringing your finger past your lips.

Mitsuri couldn’t take much more of this teasing, she was desperate for anything. For you though, she would sit through hours of torturous teasing and that thought alone brought you face to face with her dripping pussy. “Baby you should lay down, your arms will get tired” you spoke caringly, your nose grazing her navel. She did as she was told, yelping at the sudden feel of your tongue prodding her hole. You pushed her lips apart, your tongue moving as far inside as possible, your nose bumping against her sensitive bud. Her delicate fingers held your hair, the others returning to her own mouth.You licked and stretched, drinking up as much of her as you could. “You’re delicious baby” your sultry voice rang, the muffled vibrations causing Mitsuri to clench around nothing.

You moved south, stuffing two digits into her soaked cavern; she winced in pain slightly. “It’ll only hurt for a minute baby” you consoled, your thumb rolled against her nub in hopes of distracting her from the dulling pain. You circled your lips around the quivering bud, tugging it gently. Mitsuri sobbed quietly, your fingers scissoring inside of her, just brushing that special spot she yearned for you to touch. You were relentless; edging her closer to her release with each swirl and thrust.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the girl writhing on the stone floor in front of you.. Her face was flushed and her brows knitted tightly in ecstasy, sweat mingled with the drying water that cascaded down her milky skin. Her knotted tresses sprawled out on the floor, while her own manicured tips gripped your roots yanking from time to time- Mitsuri’s fucked out image was stunning.

Swiftly, you hoist her legs over your shoulders, the new angle giving you easy access to her g-spot, ready to abuse. Mitsuri’s muscles constricted in a feeble attempt to keep herself from suffocating you- if you were going to die, there would be no better way then to be suffocated by your girlfriend. . “Go wild baby” your sinful smirk pushed her over her limit. Her moans sprunge free and breathy from her puffy parted lips, her eyes locked on your bobbing head as she held you in place with a firm grasp, feet digging into your shoulder blades. She came hard, a string of cries and stuttering “Y-Y/n”. You drank every drop of her salty-sweet slick, Mitsuri ground her hips against your face, riding out her climax.

You savored the lingering taste on your tongue, cleaning the glistening residue off your chin with the back of your hand only to wipe it away with your tongue. A shiver passed through your spin as the chill air tickled your damp body, clambering out of the heated water at last, slithering up Mitsuri’s spent body slouched against the stone. “You were so good for me baby” you smiled softly, petting her unruly hair. “It's the least I could do, you always treat me right my Love” she mumbled wearing an exhausted expression. You relished in the feel of your slippery, bare bodies pressed flush against each other for only a moment before moving to stand. “Wait.” Mitsuri moved to clutch your hand, “what about you?” she huffed wistful, round eyes. “Don’t worry about me princess, you’re body’s spent” you reached for a dry towel, engulfing Mitsuri’s shivering form in its warmth. “Besides, there’s always tomorrow” you baited with a seductive glare.

You woke up alone, Mitsuri’s flowery scent already fading from your shared space. You groaned, rubbing your sore knees, the rocks from last night really did a number on the tender skin. “Where is she?” you thought, scrambling out of the mess of bed sheet.

“Morning” you grumbled to the gaggle of Hashira’s, all baring a creepy knowing smile. You watched confused when Shinobu spoke up, “I heard you had a pleasant time in the springs last night” her eyes hiding something sinister. “Yes! We could hear all your gasping laughter from our side of the wall!” Rengoku added, sporting his own grin as Uzui’s wolfish laughter shook the room. “I’m going to find Mitsuri” you shouted exiting, “Oh she went to go shower, she said she was dirty” your face flushed- They fucking knew.

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yandere-lovehotel · 4 years

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I accidentally deleted the ask some one sent for yandere hypnotist x female reader but here it is

SFW headcanons

You were a young woman who had started going to Dr. Evan Parkson, a hypnotherapist, for insomnia

But while you were finally sleeping better, that sleep was accompanied by strange dreams.

Dreams of a faceless man kissing and caressing you. Holding you close and whispering things you could understand in your ear. This would eventually lead to...other activities in your dreams.

You always woke up flustered

Dr. Parkson would freely admit that what he was doing was wrong. Using his talents to put a woman under his control in order to steal kisses (among other things) was wrong.

But he didn't care.

He wanted to take you away from the world that caused you so much stress. Hide you away from people who would hurt you.

He wanted to keep you safe and away from the filth of the world.

If he was being honest his interest in you started from the moment you walked through the door of his office.

And quickly spiraled downwards when he saw your beautiful smile.

He quickly began following you outside of your appointments, learning you the best he could.

He wanted to help you when he saw how your insomnia affected you, how tired and drained you seemed.

If he gave a few suggestions for your dreams at night...well it's just because he loves you and wanted you to have sweet dreams.

Really he should probably hurry his plans along because the day would come when you no longer needed his assistance.

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NS/FW portion beginning.

Warning: this story is Noncon. reader is hypnotized.

I decided to make this a small drabble instead of headcanon s because the idea I had was too good to pass up.

Evan smiled as you passed under the haze of hypnotism. Finally. You had cancelled your last appointment due to being sick so it's been too long since he's touched you.

He grabbed the top of your jeans, carefully unbuttoning them and drawing the zipper down. He went slowly to drink in the sight of your enticing lace panties and lovely thighs being revealed inch by inch. Once they were all the way off he folded them and set them aside.

Evan crawled over you, pressing soft kisses to your lips, trailing down to your neck, aching to suck a dark bruise into the flesh but knowing a mark would be suspicious and settled for savor the soft fragrance of your skin. He pulled away reluctantly, shifting down until he was face to face with your lovely mound.

He layed kisses on your right hip trailing slowly to your left, flicking his tongue out to taste your skin. Halfway there he stopped, bowing his head to place a feather soft kiss to your clit over your underwear. Your hips twitched ever so slightly at the feeling. He continued his trail to your other hip. Once he reached his destination his lips started to trail down your soft thighs. You were making the softest noises, so soft he would have missed them had not been paying attention.

Evan slid his hands underneath your knees, hiking them over his shoulders. His lips slid closer and closer to your now damp panties with ever kiss. He finally stopped to press his nose to the mound of your cunt, inhaling the beautiful aroma. You smelled like heaven. He licked a gentle stripe up your clothed cunt, the buck of your hips more noticeable this time.

Evan groaned low in his throat, his pants becoming tight as he tasted you. Even diluted by the cloth you tasted amazing. He could die happily with his head right here.

He sat up, hooking his finger around the band of your underwear, slipping it up and off your legs. He proceeded to undo his own work pants, freeing his now achingly hard cock. His head reclaimed it's position between your thighs, licking his lips slowly as his mouth salivated at your scent.

Evan flattened his tongue against you, giving a long, languid lick. He heard your breath catch in your throat at the action. His hand made hard slow strokes against his dick, thumb rubbing the sensitive head, his own hips bucking downwards. He pressed his tongue into your entrance, flicking your wet, spongy walls gently with it as he brought his free hand up pinch and tug at your clit. You became louder now, whimpers increasing in volume at the slow back and forth thrust of his tongue into your pussy, his fingers playing with your swollen, red button.

'God I'll never get tired of her taste. It's almost addicting.' he thought to himself.

Your entrance was practically weeping with arousal at this point. He pulled his back as his fingers took the place of his tongue, slipping one slowly inside of you. He could hear your breathing slowly speed up, as your cunt stretched around his finger. He moved it slowly. Back and forth, back and forth, attempting to loosen you up. His lips clamped down around your cutely swollen clit, suckling gently and flicking it with his tongue.

He crooked his finger in a 'come hither' motion in time with each stroke of his cock. Heat was pouring from his neck, down his shoulders and back, and settling in his groin.

Once Evan deemed you stretched enough, he slowly worked a second finger along side the first.

"Ahh-nngh-agh" your moans seat a stab of lust straight to his dick. He began stroking himself faster, carefully scissoring his fingers while trying to find the spot he knew was inside of you to make you really sing.

"AAAAHHH-nnnnnggh" looks like he found it. Not surprising. This isn't his first time with you.

With renewed vigor he began thrusting his finger faster, abusing your sweet spot as he sucked your clit harder, occasionally pulling back to rub his tongue harshly against it. He wasn't worried about waking you. The tea he gave to every patient was meant to keep them under easier. He could feel you clenching rhythmically around his fingers. He knew you were getting close and needed just a little bit more to throw you over that edge.

He twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers in and out of your pussy, each pass rubbing against the sensitive sponge of your g spot. He sucked harder on your clit, flicking his tongue skillfully over the red bundle of nerves. His hand never stopped moving on his cock. Just a little more and-

"Mmmmahhhgghhhh-ahhhhhhHHHHH"

'there we go'. Evan thought to himself he carefully slowed his ministrations to help you slowly ride the aftermath of your orgasm. Once you had calmed down, he pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, his eyes rolling back and closing at the taste of your cum. Once he had thoroughly cleaned them he pulled them out, a thin line of saliva connecting them to his lips. He placed his tongue back into your hole to clean you of the mess you made. As he pulled away, savoring the taste of your release on his tongue, his other hand never stopped it's motions. The head of his cock was angry red, begging for release. Tingling pleasure raced through his body. The pressure in his gut was ready to explode. He knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He brought the opposite hand under the head, stroking faster and faster.

"Annnngg- fuck fuck! God I love you so-nnnnggh- so much! I love you, I love you, I love-" his words were cut off with a choked gasp as his release hit him hard and fast. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as his cum spurted out in his hand. He milked himself harshly until pleasure threatened to give away into overstimulation. He sat back on his knees, breathing harshly. Once he caught his breath he cleaned his hand off and redressed you and himself, proceeding to do his job like normal.

When you woke up you didn't suspect a thing

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marvelismadnessmademagnificent · 3 years

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Tony Stark Sex Pollen

(S/n/n) means stupid nick name

(Y/n) your name

Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️: smut/Sub-Reader/cursing/ daddy kink/ love-hate relationship.

It was just another day around the tower when tony called me up.

"Hey (y/n) what's up?" He asked nonchalantly.

"I was in the middle of something Stark..." you said sounding very annoyed.

"What ya doing then (s/n/n)" he said drawing out the syllables.

"Ugh Stark What the hell do you want!" You shouted into the phone.

"I need you to come down to the lab. Seeing as how your are the go to on plants and stuff. Cuz y'know your outta this world!" Tony said obviously begging for something.

"Fine I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid." You sighed.

"What me?! Pssshhh! Never!" He said hanging up.

"Ugh stupid dickwad!" You growled under your breath.

You made your way out of your room and into the hallways of the tower. On your way to the lab you notice an odd aroma in the air. It smelled familiar, and yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"FRIDAY where is Tony?" You asked the AI.

"He is currently walking the halls a few hallways away from the lab. Would you like me to ask him to meet you somewhere Miss (L/n)?" FRIDAY asked.

"No just tell him to stay where he is and FRIDAY?"

"Yes Miss (L/n)?" Replied the AI.

"What hallway is he on? Like what sector?"

"He is currently in sector D3 on hallway 28."

"Thanks FRIDAY" you said.

You made your way to the disclosed location, only to find the aroma getting stronger but not so strong that your brain cells were registering and administering the affects.

"There you are I've been waiting forever!" Tony yelled like an excited child find Santa Claus at their chimney.

"Oh hush up Stark and quit being such a child." You said still annoyed. "So where is his plant you wanted me to see so badly that you had to drag me out of my busy work schedule?!"

"Ah this way of you will follow me. According to the research I've conducted, I have come to the conclusion that it should begin blooming any second now."

"And what does this have to do with me?" You asked crossing your arms.

"I want you to identify it and tell me the classification and all that Jazz!"

"Why me why not get Bruce up here?"

"Because your more fun to tease!" He snickered.

"Yeah yeah whatever Stark." You rolled your eyes at his immaturity.

"FRIDAY seal the lab please."

"Yes Mr. Stark." The doors and everything else went into lockdown mode. "Lockdown mode complete. Blinds and Privacy mode activating."

"Stark what the actual fuck is going on here?!" You were beginning to get fed up with Tony's childish antics.

"I don't know I didn't tell her to do that I just said seal the doors. In case we have some kind of chemical break out!" He said partially panicked. "FRIDAY superior override 406361!"

"Access Denied. Safety precautions Activated. Chemical reaction detected. Activating security measure 6904."

"What's security measure 6904?!" You panicked.

"Let's just say we're gonna be in here a while. At least until whatever chemicals that have been released are filtered out of the system and our ability to breath without the contamination affects." He said his voice going hoarse.

"Ugh why do I ever even listen to you!!!" You screamed at him.

"On the bright side look at the plant it has finally bloomed!" He said shrugging with a slight smirk.

"Oh my Gods YOU IDIOT!!! Where did you get this plant!"

"Well you know the alien attack we had a while ago we found this plant in their ship. And science curiosity got the best of me and well... here we are?" He said.

"Oh shit! Whatever you do don't breath it in! Please tell me you have gas masks in here?!"

"Sorry princess, no can do. If I did, I'd be lying..." Tony shrugged.

"God dammit we're screwed!"

"What? What is it?! What aren't you telling me (Y/N)!!!"

"This plant is one of the most lethal and dangerous plants in all the galaxy! Allevamento Risveglio. Also known as the Breeding Arousal plant. It's known to make those who inhale its scent. Well it makes you horny beyond anything you've ever felt-" you explained but was interrupted before you could finish.

"Meh if that's all it does it's not so bad is it?! And you're making it out to be some horrific plant! Ha!" Tony laughed as he began inhaling its

Scent.

"But once you get that need, it doesn't just go away. I mean sure you could masturbate all you want, it will never go away until the need is satisfied. It will literally burn your body from the inside out give or take 6 hours and you'll be dead!" You screamed.

His laugh immediately stopped and his smile faded into a look of absolute horror.

"See what you've done?! You have basically doomed us! Dear gods we are so fucking screwed!!!" You groaned in frustration. You walked to the other side of the lab trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you possibly could. But that didn't stop the aroma from hitting your nose and the more you inhaled the hornier and hotter you got.

You could feel your nipples harden and your nether regions dampen as unwanted visions clouded your mind.

Visions of Tony taking you right then and there on the lab table. Him sitting in his chair and you coming around to face him sitting on his lap as you straddled him. Rocking your hips back and forth trying to create some friction.

You subconsciously brought your hand down and in your pants and underwear. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tried to resist the temptation of fingering yourself. But the temptation was too much. You immediately pushed your middle finger in your vagina trying to get yourself off.

You hated Tony for this. What an idiot! You wanted nothing more than to make him beg for mercy as you literally threatened to cut his dick off with your daggers. Oh just the image of that made you squirm. You also had your own AI built into your phone and headset. You had it set up to where AARON (your AI name) could read your nuerowaves. Basically he could read your mind and emotions. You put your headphones in and spoke to him.

'AARON I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go to a 5 star porn site and play it but I need you to edit the video so that it looks like me and Tony!" I asked hissing at the lack of friction and pressure.c

"Of course (Y/n)." Not even a minute later he had what you requested.

The video began to play.

The girl was on the bed on all fours. With the man behind her lining up with her entrance. With one quick thrust he filled her and bottomed out. He withdrew and bucked into her with sheer force. The girl silently screamed at the pleasure. The man set a pace. And soon she was arching her back and meeting him at the hips.

"Don't cum until I say so." The man said.

The girl moaned and bit back a scream.

He pulled her hair and slapped her ass. "Answer daddy, sweetheart, daddy needs to hear you."

"Agh! Yes DADDY!!!" She moaned out again. "Daddy please!"

"Please what?" He said pounding into her earnestly, his thrust beginning to get sloppy.

"Please! Oh! Please let me..." she whimpered a tear leaking from her eye. "Please lemme cum!!!"

He began to slow his thrusts, teasing her, making her ache.

She whimpered louder. "Please..." she said barely above a whisper.

"Alright. You can cum. But! Only around daddy's cock. You gonna be a good girl? Huh? And cum all over daddy?" The man grunted with each thrust.

"OH YES! YES! AGH!" a string of curses left her mouth as she came.

The man drilled inside her and let his seed fill her.

And with that the video ended.

(Y/n) whimpered as she rubbed circles around her clit.

-meanwhile with Tony-

This pollen shit was really getting to him. He could barely make out the outline of (Y/n)'s body on the other side of the lab. But what he could see was (Y/n)'s hand as she worked herself over. And God if he wasn't already bulging through his pants. He sure as hell was now. He unzipped his pants in rush and pulled the down low a bit. Just enough to pull his boxers down and let his dick spring out. God it looked swollen. Veins popping and the tip had turned pink. He wrapped his fist around his length and began pumping himself. He groaned quietly as he could so as to not alert (Y/n) as to what he was doing. He began to hear moaning sounds and skin slapping against skin. He winced to see where it was coming from and he could barely make out (Y/n)'s phone.

Porn. She was watching porn.

'God this couldn't get any worse' he thought to himself.

Soon after he heard (Y/n) whimper and that nearly sent him over the edge. He chased his release as if someone had stole the most valuable piece of stark tech he owned. But to no avail he couldn't catch it. This time he groaned loudly in frustration.

He considered calling out for her. But that would be reckless, wouldn't it? Oh what the hell since when did he care about being reckless?!

"(Y/n) how are you holding up?!" He just about moaned the sentence.

"I-I'm Fine!" She whimpered again. And he gripped himself harder than before.

"(Y/n) I- I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I swear I didn't know about the plant being like this." Tony croaked out.

"I-it's Okay. Truly!" She bit back a moan.

"I'm sorry to ask this of you but could you.... Could you maybe c-come here?" He groaned again.

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Please. Please... (Y/n). I..." he felt like he was getting a serious case of blue balls. "Fuck! I need you! Now" he growled that last part.

She struggled getting herself up. (Y/n) didn't want to seem as desperate as she was. So she tried to walk. That walk... turned into a full on sprint. She saw Tony back against the wall laying down, pumping himself. She was impressed by his size. Six inches just about? And God's was he thick. She gulped her throat suddenly feeling very dry. She ran to a mini fridge they had and got some ice and water.

Tony groaned as his cock was straining. She pushed herself into him. Kissing him full force while straddling his lap. Her sex completely uncovered and there for his eyes only. She swallowed his moans with her own as she moved herself trying to gain some friction. She pulled away gasping for air.

"Fuck!" She whined.

"Come on baby girl. Don't tease me!" He forcefully grabbed her hips and she grabbed his member stroking it and lining it up with her entrance. She kissed him again as she sank down meeting him at the hip. They began to feel somewhat relieved but then the need came back fierce fully like the mark of Cain. She moaned into the kiss pulling away so she could begin moving. (Y/n) soon stripped herself free of her shirt. As Tony brought his chest forward, his hands wrapping around her waist. He began kissing her neck as (Y/n)'s hands went to his hair. He bit down on her soft spot of her neck and she tugged on his hair moaning loudly as she did

"Oh just like that baby girl. Just like that." He whispered in her ear his hot breath gently ghosting along her neck.

"Ah! Fuck! I.. I think I'm gonna!..." she cried out.

"Do it! Do it baby girl. Do it for me.

Scream my name and let anyone and everyone hear it!" He groaned. As he bucked his hips upward meeting her thrusts as she rode him.

"Tony! Ah! I'm... I'm coming!" She yelled in pure bliss.

"That's right! (Y/n) that's right! Call out daddy's name!" He said as he too began shaking as his seed burst into her. Their juices intermingling together as they laid one big heap of a mess on the floor of the lab.

"You know... Tony I don't really hate you..." (Y/n) said drowsily.

"Oh really? I never would have guessed." He said, softly kissing her forehead and rubbing her back as she laid her head on his chest.

"Stop being such a dick..." she yawned out.

"I can't be a dick. At least not with you on mine." He chuckled quietly to himself as they both fell into a deep sleep for that night.

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A/n: okay so that was it my first REAL smut and if I may say so myself I think it's pretty darn good! Well tats for now loves!🥰🥰😘

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sugarbeandude · 3 years

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Helping out your mate

Eh, so i thought maybe a should post mi lil ficlets also over tumblr so more people can enjoy,

next fic is rated E so :)

1k + words

Mark was sitting at his desk at the workshop all alone. The lonely brit stared at the sheet filled with equations he wrote down himself, new modifications for his jammers. He had trouble paying attention to the numbers in front of him, the more he stared at them, the more blurry they got. ‘I must be tired, maybe some coffee could help.’ Mark thought for himself as he took out his phone and send a message to Jamie to prepare him a coffee.

He started doing some other stuff as he waited for his coffee, mentally preparing himself to throw James out of the workshop. James knew damn well Mark had banned him from the workshop because he kept bothering, distracting him, and not letting him work overall. James respected Mark’s decision, he totally understood he could be a pain in the ass to Mark, but whenever Mark called him in for a favor, he wouldn’t just walk out of the workshop without at least trying to convince the engineer to let him stay for the day.

“One mug of coffee on the way” James chanted as he walked in the workshop as if it was his own. Mark just glared at him, not expressing any kind of emotions on his face, James just smiled at him, being very used to that look in particular. “Thank you Jamie, now, please, get the fuck out.” Manners, of course.

“Aw… already? I haven’t even started begging sweetie.’’ James placed the mug of coffee on the desk.

“Don’t even start, don’t make me lock you in our dorm.” Mark warned, giving his coffee a small sip.

“Aw, come on darling…” James started, getting near his beloved engineer. “I’m particularly horny today…”

“ Well that’s not my problem, jack off somewhere else, I need to finish this.” Mark kept ignoring James’ whimpers, focusing his look over the papers on his desk.

“Markie please…” James walked two fingers over Mark’s thigh, making the man tense up in his seat. “I want to swallow your whole dick...” James whispered in Mark’s ear, he felt how Mark tensed in his seat, that could only mean that he’d give in.

“Alright fucker, under my desk, quick.” Mark bit his lip as he palmed his growing erection and pushed back his seat to let James crouch under the desk. “But you’ll get out once you’re done, ‘kay?’’

“Sounds fair, luv.” James started unzipping the engineer’s pants just enough to take out Mark’s stiff member. James stared at it for a couple of seconds before sinking his mouth on thecockhead, swirling his tongue around it, making Mark breathe out loudly.

James started bobbing his head up and down, taking half of Mark’s length, missing the desk just by centimeters. Mark started breathing out loudly as he worked on the equations, he started completing them quickly. He was surprised, who would’ve thought a blowjob would help ease his mind much better than coffee.

Suddenly, James sank his head all the way down, swallowing Mark completely without gagging, pressing his nose against Mark’s groin, making the cockhead hit against James’ throat, good thing his gag reflex was gone long ago. Mark repressed a groan, squeezing the pencil he was holding. “Fuck…” Mark whispered.

James’ head started moving quicker, causing the engineer to huff even harder as he tried to solve his problems, his handwriting started to turn out shakier as James bobbed his head faster, making the numbers almost incomprehensible, but the answers to the equations were still correct.

The sound of a doorknob alarmed both, it was Marius, who had just walked in, he wasn’t supposed to be here. “Oh, hey Mark, sorry for interrupting, but, have you seen my toolbox? I can’t seem to find it.” Marius walked in, searching every locker in the room.

“No, I haven’t… seen it...” Mark managed to speak up, glaring his look over the german. James started sucking and moving faster than before, trying to turn Mark into a moaning mess.

“Oh well, thank you anyway.” Mark huffed, he was starting to lose himself over the blowjob, calling the german's attention right away. “ Are you feeling alright Chandar?” Marius asked curious, leaving the locker door half-closed.

“Yes, I’m fine, James fed me something strange again...” James couldn’t help but draw a little smile as he sucked. Yeah, he’d occasionally feed Mark anything he created in his lab that seemed edible, and Mark would accept it because why not, he trusted the man, kinda.

James placed a hand over the cock’s base and started yerking him off as he sucked the rest of his dick, making Mark slam his knee towards the desk in an attempt to choke a moan, making Marius even more intrigued of his colleague’s condition. “Are you sure you are alright? let me call Gus-”

“No! I’m completely fine, I’m just... having cramps from yesterday’s training...” Marius looked at him until he was completely convinced, then walked outside the workshop.

“Hmmm, alright, see you later then.” Marius said as he closed the door behind him, finally leaving Mark alone.

“You little turd!” Mark slammed both of his hands over his desk, making James jolt by the loud sound. Mark slid a hand underneath the desk to pull away the hand that was yerking him off, then proceeded to placed it over James’ head to keep him steady and started slightly rocking his hips towards James, fucking his throat. “God fucking damn it, Jamie…”

Mark pushed back his seat, pulling James by the hair to get him out under the desk to fuck his throat properly. Mark stood up, yanking James’ hair back and forth as he thrust his hips towards the poor man. James didn’t complain at all, instead, he just squeezed Mark’s ass for support.

“I’m, I’m close…” Mark announced as he started thrusting more irregularly, quiet moans and needy whines escaping his mouth until he spilled his load, filling James’ mouth completely, cum leaking from the corner of his mouth. “ Agh, look at that, so slutty…” Mark said as he wiped off with a finger the leaking cum that ran down James’ chin to stick his finger inside his mouth, sucking it until Mark pulled it out, making a wet pop. “Alright love’s over, now get out and let me work.”

James swallowed his cum before standing up, his pants had a cum stain. “Hey, no fair, now I have a problem.” James gestured his hand toward his raging erection.

“Well, take care of your problem somewhere else, I have to work, hey, maybe if I finish this quick I could help you with your problem .” Mark zipped his spent cock away and sat down in his seat, pulling himself closer towards the desk.

“Really?” James was surprised, usually, Mark was always too grumpy to take his shit whenever he was working on his projects.

“Yeah, but let me work first, then we’ll see…” Mark said with a smirk on his face, snapping his fingers to hurry James out of the room. The chemist let his lover alone and went to yerk off in his dorm all by himself.

#r6s fic #r6s smoke #r6s mute #:)#help

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broken-clover · 4 years

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AU-gust Day 21- Professional Rivals (Very, very late)

...yeah. I am. Very behind. But I’m trying to work on it

I wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret this prompt. I ended up going with something a bit superhero-esque again, but a lot more lighthearted than the last one, sort of inspired by Dr. Doofenschmirtz and Perry the Playpus. Nothing too dark or serious, just kind of dumb.

Sin let the weight of his body more than anything else push the door open to his apartment as soon as he felt the lock click. He managed to avoid stumbling over and hitting the carpet face-first, but only barely. At least he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him in the state he was in. Though he did notice a pair of slip-ons by the door, which made his shoulders sag further with an emotion he didn’t have a word for.

“Hey, Mattie.” He called into the empty space, slumping against the door behind him. “I’m back.”

Soft footsteps echoed somewhere in the bathroom. “Sin? You’re home already?”

He managed to stand himself up again and take a few tentative steps, clinging onto the gash on his arm that had just barely begun to clot. “Yeah, ran out of tasks to do so they let me out early. Bridget on the night shift again?”

“No, he should be home in a few minutes, hence why I was so surprised it was you and not him.” Sin sat down on his bed and watched as the silhouette in the bathroom moved towards the doorframe. “He’s bringing pizza with him, though, so at least we have that to look forward-

The two of them paused in place, completely halted by the sight of each other’s state.

“...Wow.” They said, in perfect unison. “You look terrible.”

Sin ran a hand through his hair, immediately regretting it when he realized he was staining it with blood. “Hehe. Yeah, rough day at work today.”

“That looks remarkably painful.” Bedman limped over, a hand hovering over Sin’s cut arm. “You’re all scraped up...what happened?

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Sin soared over the cityscape in a ball of lightning, sparks crackling off his skin in iridescent arcs. He wiped the blood running from his nose and tried to focus on the dark cloud hovering up ahead.

“You’re gonna have to hit harder than that to do me in, big guy!” He shouted over the rush of wind. With a few more sharp bursts, he was at eye-level with the peculiar contraption. “Brought a new toy today? Hope it’s sturdier than the one I trashed last week!”

His taunting was interrupted by a series of metallic clicks. A dozen or so little objects were ejected from the hovercraft, which unfolded into hovering metal discs that immediately began chasing after him.

“W-whoa- !” Sin shouted, barely managing to dodge their sharp blades.

“Don’t be getting cocky, dear Mr. Raiden!” A warped, mechanical voice resounded from the main machine. “You look so cute scared out of your mind!”

Sin grinned back at him. “Y’think I’m scared, Oneiroi?” He fired off another bolt, making one of them explode. “I’m just hoping these ones are an actual challenge this time!”

Heroics weren’t quite where he’d seen himself ending up, but he couldn’t have been happier. Saving the day, stopping the bad guy, and getting out a bit of extra energy. It wasn’t the most high-stakes hero town, he was the only one there, after all (and he couldn’t remember the last time Oneiroi had made a fully serious plan as far as he knew) but Sin was perfectly happy where he was.

Well, most of the time. In his distraction, a blade whizzed by, drawing blood and leaving a mark Sin didn’t even feel until a few moments later.

The remote drones immediately freezed in the air, bobbing harmlessly. “Oh- oh shit.” The electronic voice’s tone suddenly shifted, from aggrandizing and pompous to concerned. “That wasn’t supposed to do that. You okay?”

“Nggh- I’m fine.” He wasn’t done for the day, and he certainly wasn’t going to throw in the towel as soon as he’d gotten nicked! That was just pathetic, for both of them.

“Are you sure? I can give you a minute to sit down-”

Grinning under his mask, Sin grabbed the nearest drone and spun before hurling it right back at where it had come from, wreathed in electricity.

“Sit on this!”

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“Bit of a funny story.” Replied Sin, grinning with a bit of cheek. “Was helping deliver another truckload of slate across the 4 & 15, and I guess they did a shitty job blowing up the tires or something, whole thing toppled right into some poor old lady’s backyard!”

His roommate seemed to find it much less funny, mouth opening in quiet shock before he uneasily sat down on the nearest bed.

“A car accident?? And you didn’t think to tell Bridget or I about this? Not even a text?!”

Sin threw up his hands, immediately wincing and going back to grabbing his arm. “Easy, man! I was fine, It wasn’t a big deal! Besides, you didn’t mention whatever happened to you.” He gestured to the other, a lot more carefully. “What’s with that ding on the back of your head? And why’s your wrist bandaged up?”

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“DANGER. DANGER. SHIELD TAKING DAMAGE.”

“ -agh!” the projectile had managed to knock his ship’s gyroscope off a bit when it struck, throwing him into the far wall console. He winced at the sore, and not to mention wet spot on the back of his head when he went to touch it. He’d seen much worse, but it would definitely take a few days to heal.

He knew he was vulnerable, but a second hit didn’t come. “Uh, you okay in there?” A slightly muffled voice came through the speakers. “Too much?”

After making sure it hadn’t been damaged, Bedman patched through to the speaker system with his helmet. “Are you being facetious? That hardly scuffed my outer plating! You’re going to have to do better than that to damage- khh- ow-” He winced, immediately sitting back down as soon as he’d tried to prop himself up with his free hand. Had he twisted it? At least it wasn’t his writing arm…

“Seriously, need a breather?” The other said.

“N-no! I’m perfectly fine!” He managed to scrabble to his knees with one arm, clinging onto the control panel for support as he pulled himself up, panting with effort. He tried to grin wickedly. “But while you were distracted, Raiden, you have unwittingly lowered your guard! Take this!”

He slammed a fist down on one of the large, brightly-colored buttons (a bit cliche, but they were helpful for his astigmatism). The sound of rockets firing off was supposed to sound, but he found himself tilting his head at the silence.

“Uh...Oneiroi?” Raiden’s voice came through again. “Tech error?”

“No! No, I’m sure I just hit the wrong-” He smacked it again, but still nothing. “Um…”

A little sigh followed it. “Yeah, let’s- let’s take five, okay?”

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“Well, erm, there was a bit of an incident down at the office.” He shrugged innocently. “Shiina asked me to refill the printer trays, and I thought it would be a good idea to bring the paper bundles up the stairs- you know, exercise and building muscle and all that- but I wasn’t as careful as I could have been, I suppose, and I...erm, fell down from the top step.”

Sin cringed. “Yikes. That’s gotta hurt. Definitely made a good call, wrapping it up.”

“And it looks like you should do the same.” Bedman walked off and came back with the first-aid kit and a wet washcloth, the latter of which he pressed against Sin’s arm. “Just sit still. So aside from that, was the rest of your day okay?”

“Yeah, totally, everything was fine. You?”

“I was having a bit of a rough patch, but I had a nice talk with one of the other coders, that was nice.”

“Oh, really?”

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The front panel of the hovercraft had folded over into a neat little platform that now hosted a cooler and a foldout chair.

“You don’t drink, right? Lemon-Lime Fizz?” The villain asked, offering a can to his rival. Raiden continued to hover a few feet away, though in a perfectly comfortable lounge.

“Ooh, yeah, toss me that.” He cracked the can open as soon as it hit his fingers. “So what’s up? You seem out of it.”

Oneiroi tapped fingers on his helmet. “I guess I just feel a little off today. Didn’t expect you would notice.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, man! You’re my nemesis! I notice these things.”

He supposed that was true, and it was nice. He could remember nervously typing up a memo on Heroes4Villains.com (‘M25 evil engineer, coder and aspiring megalomaniac seeking monogamous hero rival, serious applicants only, please!) at a fellow villain’s behest. He’d never had a real nemesis, but he was happy having Raiden. A bit dense, but he was a skilled electromancer and he made for an excellent enemy to battle on a regular basis.

He thought a moment before speaking. “Am I not adequately menacing? I’m worried I’ve gotten...a bit out of practice, as it were.”

Raiden blinked in shock, before shaking his head and waving him down. “Nah, man! You’re totally menacing! Those new drones of yours were super scary!”

“You really thought so?”

“Yeah!”

“Maybe I should commit to the motif a bit more?” He pulled out a roll of blueprints and unfurled it. “I had a concept saved for an army of robotic sheep with laser eyes, but the outer casing was complicated and I wasn’t sure if it was too...what’s the word…’hokey?’ I’m no Terumi or anything but I’d like to avoid coming across as too silly, you know?”

“I get you, totally.” Raiden nodded. “I think a lot of villains aren’t into the whole ‘motif’ thing anymore, but I totally get wanting to have a theme. And those tend to be some of your most creative plots! Remember the time you flooded city hall with nightmare gas during the benefactor’s dinner? That was iconic!”

Oneiroi looked down at his blueprints again. “Perhaps I could give this model another go...I know I didn’t exactly have a whole plan thought out for next tuesday. Maybe I could use my laser sheep to kidnap the mayor…?"

The other man smiled in approval. “Sounds good to me! Mayor Whitefang sounded like he needed a break from desk work too, he could probably use another kidnapping-for-ransom. It’s been a while since you did that!”

As he went to say something, a light began to blink and beep on Oneiroi’s gauntlet. “I wasn’t expecting that to pop up so soon.”

“Got a call or something?”

“Promised I’d help another villain remodel their evil lair, I wanted to cancel but they couldn’t get anyone else to help out. Is it fine if I leave early?”

Raiden nodded again. “Sure, sure man, by all means. I get it. Uh, and this is why you never underestimate the power of the good guys?”

“Of course. Curse you, Raiden? I’ll beat you next time?”

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“...Yeah. It was nice.”

“Well, guess it wasn’t that bad of a day after all!” Sin beamed, throwing his bandaged arm around his roommate’s shoulders as soon as he had finished. “And now, all we’ve gotta do is chillax and wait! Hopefully Bridget ‘ll be back soon with dinner.”

“I don’t suppose we would happen to be getting garlic knots, as well…?

“You know it!”

“Excellent.”

#AU-gust #writing #guilty gear #Sin Kiske #Bedman

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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this isn't off any prompt list but hero/villian indruck where they have a meetcute and both desperately try to keep the other from finding out their alter ego as their relationship gets more and more serious while simultaneously trying to keep their rival away from their seemingly innocent love interest for fear of endangering them

Here you go!

“You win this round, Knight,” The Moth hovers, mechanical wings flapping and smile spreading across his face. The blood trickling down his nose doesn’t faze him in the slightest, “But I’m sure we’ll see each other quite soon.”

He flies off before Duck can grab him, leaving the hero standing, arms crossed (and cross in general), his quiet evening at home ruined by The Moth’s need cause trouble at the Governors Ball.

He’d just gotten to a good part in his book too.

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“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry!”

Duck looks up as he’s wiping coffee from his lap to find a tall, gangly, angular stranger hurriedly tossing down his bag to help clean up the spill.

“I’m sorry, I get lost in my thoughts sometimes and oh, darn it all.” In his eagerness to help, the taller man splashes coffee onto this white tank top, giving him a belly splotch that matches the one on Ducks green t-shirt.

“It’s uh, no big deal, ain’t like I was in my Sunday best and, uh, that ain’t a library book.”

“Oh no your book.” The other man lifts the stained paperback, looks at it sadly, “At least let me buy you a replacement.” He’s holding the book to his chest now, clearly hopeful that Duck will let him make amends.

Between the red-brown eyes, the tousled, silver-dyed hair, and the earnest, odd smile, he has an air of disheveled charm that, at his age, Duck ought to be past finding adorable.

Instead, he smiles back, “Sure thing. Bookstore two blocks down oughta have copies, and a little cafe to boot. You let me buy you a replacement drink, I’ll let you buy me a new book. Deal?”

The other man nods, hands flapping, “Yes, that sounds wonderful.”

Duck grins, suddenly excited, before noticing he’s a bit sticky.

“Meet me there in an hour so we can both change?”

“It’s a date.”

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It’s a date? Agh, of all the ways he could have phrased it, why did his blasted, traitorous mouth choose that one?

He stands awkwardly in one corner of the cafe, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pink and yellow cardigan. Was this too flamboyant? He doesn’t even know if the other man is gay. He supposes he could look into the futures to determine the answer to that, but doing so feels rude.

This is why he turned to supervillainy in the first place; he’s terrible with people.

He wishes he’d worn his glasses. They’re technically a tool of his trade, but they make him feel safe.

“Uh, howdy.”

He glances up, finds the man from before looking at him. Now that he’s not racked with panic trying to clean up a spill, he has a chance to take in just how much his type the man is. Short, but bear like (”a teddy bear” his mind supplies, unhelpfully), with green eyes and charming, unhurried vibe to him. His drawl does remind him of a certain hero who’s always in his way, but he won’t hold that against him.

“Buy you a coffee?”

“Yes, please. Ah, um, I guess I should introduce myself; I’m Indrid.”

“Duck” he holds out his hand and Indrid takes it, enjoys the warmth and strength in his grip, “Nice to meet you.”

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“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Duck tightens Beacon around The Moth, who tears at the blade with his retractable claws. Duck learned about those the hard way, when the villain extended them during one of their first meetings. The slash broke the skin, something rare for Duck on account of his durability.

“And you have got to come up with some more creative lines, hero.” The Moth snarls, “you have used that one twice before now. Which is also how many times you have forgotten about this.” The villain throws himself sideways and down with enough force to yank Duck to his knees and loosen his grip. As his sword clatters to the ground, red powder fills his eyes.

“Gah, jesus, not that shit again.” His eyes sting, and as he pats the ground for Beacon he hears the scrape of metal moving away from him. Beacons hilt disappears into the mist, dragged slowly back by The Moth’s foot.

Duck looks up at him through watering eyes, trying not to breath in the dust.

“Well, you got me at your mercy. You gonna start gloatin about your evil plans or some shit?”

A light, sharp laugh, “Why would I waste my time in such a way? Oh no, I shall be making off with my prize. And making sure you don’t follow me.”

He raises his foot, and Ducks vision whites out on one side as he crumples.

He should be more worried about the villain getting away with the schematics for the ApCorps latest government security features.

Mostly, he’s worried he’ll have a black eye tomorrow.

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“Hel-oh goodness, Duck, your eye.” Indrid opens the door a half second before Duck knocks, then quickly cups his cheeks to take a closer look.

“Looks worse than it is, sugar, don’t worry. And, uh, surprise.” He produces a small bouquet of Irises from he behind his back. Indrid beams, taking them with squeak of delight.

“They’re lovely, but what’s the occasion?” He’s smiling almost like he knows, almost like he just wants to hear him say it.

“Know, uh, know I said I wanted to take things slow, but I realized we been datin a month I ain’t given you anythin.”

“You bought me coffee that first time. And we have each bought dinner for the other multiple times.” Indrid takes his hand, drawing him inside.

“I know but, well, kinda wanted to do somethin a little more special.”

“Any time with you is special.”

Duck snorts, “Cornball.”

Indrid kisses, “I learned from the best.”

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“What can I say, I learned from the best.” Indrid grins at The Knight, who is currently hanging upside down in an elegantly simple snare.

“I got the idea from that unpleasant sword of yours. Keep your enemy tied up nice and tight to keep them out of your OW, ow, alright I should have seen that coming.” His glasses are now cracked from the Knight headbutting him.

“I’m impressed you could manage that upside down.”

“Drop these fuckin chains off me and I’ll show you somethin real impressive.”

Indrid tilts his head, “Tempting, but I have a pressing engagement tomorrow morning. Not to mention I need to get this,” he pats the painting he just lifted from the house of a man with a gold toilet, “somewhere safe. Until we meet again.” He offers a mocking salute, and takes flight.

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“Again?” Indrid offers, pressed against warm, sweat-tinged expanse of Duck’s chest, his heart beating in time with the rapid rise and fall of Ducks breathing.

“Nope. Not that the body and mind ain’t willin, but the mind and body also got work tomorrow. Damn that felt good.” He usually tops, but with Indrid he’s found it more variable; some nights, like tonight, the other man fucks him into the bed, or over the nearest table, or however far they get before Duck can’t stand waiting anymore. Other nights, Indrid gets on all fours so Duck can fuck him with the strap, drops to his knees before they make it past the entryway, tugging at Duck’s belt buckle with little whimpers.

“Mmmm, it was magnificent my love.” Indrid goes stone still in his arms as that last syllable flutters in the air.

Duck brushes strands of pale hair from his forehead, “I love you too, ‘Drid.”

His boyfriend flops down in relief, “oh thank goodness that’s the way it went.”

“As if I could feel any other way about you.”

Indrid mutters something that might be “cornball” into his chest, yawns and nestles closer with whisper of “love my teddy bear.”

“Love you too, sugar.”

Shit.

He’s in love with Indrid.

Bad things happen to superhero love interests. Very bad things. He can’t bear losing him, but no one beside the other members of the Pine Gaurd know his secret identity. He’s not ready to tell him yet. Soon, but not yet.

Indrid rolls sleepily onto his side and Duck goes with him, turning into the little spoon in his embrace. God, what if an enemy decides to kidnap him, hurt him, just to get to Duck?

Then again, no villain has singled him out, save for one.

Which he’ll need to deal with that one as soon as he can.

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“Give up while you still can, Moth!”

“Not a chance.” Indrid hisses back, clutching the gash on his arm from the sword. What has gotten into the Knight today? Usually he only fights Indrid the amount needed to stop whatever crime he’s busy committing.

Today he’s trying to destroy him.

He’s been training, that much is clear, he has new moves that Indrid finds difficult to anticipate in a fight, and a fire in his eyes that heightens Indrid’s guard.

As he flits out of reach of yet another strike, his goal of thievery long forgotten in favor of not getting chopped in half, he tries to determine the source of the change. What would make him fight harder?

Duck. He’d burn this city to the ground, tear every hero in it to pieces, if Duck were in danger.

He reaches the edge of the building, but before stepping off to safety he turns.

“You win tonight, Knight. But do give that new lover of yours my regards.”

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“Hey, Indrid?”

“Yes?” His boyfriend looks up from his sketches.

“I was wonderin if, uh, if you’d like to go to a fancier place than normal? Barclay got me an in at La Lune, thought we could go on Friday. There’s, uh, there’s somethin I wanna talk about.”

“Is is a marriage proposal or breaking up with me?”

“What? No!”

Indrid chuckles, “I am teasing. Mostly.” He bounces his eyebrows and Duck rolls his eyes in response.

“Thought afterwards, might be nice to go out to the park and stargaze, tell you what I need to in private.”

“That sounds lovely, my love.”

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The stars are aligning in Indrid’s favor this week.

Yesterday, when the Knight tried to corner him on his way out of his lair, he took the gamble of getting close, earning him the reward of landing a deep slash on The Knight’s cheek. One he won’t be able to heal by tonight. Whether he’s in his hero get-up or his civilian clothes, Indrid will be able to spot him.

And tonight, he has it on good authority that the Knight will be appearing in this block of the city. The same block on which sits La Lune. Indrid can go to dinner with his boyfriend right after removing the biggest threat to said boyfriend.

He’s perched on the roof of the restaurant, steering clear of the large skylight. His glasses scan the streets, the windows all around him.

But this is taking longer than anticipated. He hasn’t looked too far into the futures for the night, since his growing romantic side wants whatever Duck tells him to be a true surprise.

He pulls out his phone, swipes to his conversation with Duck. Beneath the photo of a Scarlet Tanager Duck sent him from his work at the ranger station he types, running behind, will be there shortly after 7.

He receives back, NP, see you soon sugar with a kissy face.

The minutes tick by, the spring sun setting inch by inch behind the downtown skyline. At 7:05, he peeks through the skylight, spots Duck. He can’t see his face all the way in the mood lighting of the restaurant, but he knows his gait, his profile.

At 7:30 there is still no sign of his nemesis. He’s been scanning and staring and searching, looking at his phone only once after it buzzes many times. He has four missed calls and five texts

Duck: ETA? Damn, this place is even fancier than I thought.

Duck: Everything okay? If you’re close, I can order us some appetizers so you don’t got to wait to eat.

Duck: Can’t wait to see you.

Duck: Are you still coming? Are you okay?

Duck: Sugar?

That last one comes as he’s reading the others. He peers down through the skylight, sees Duck stare at his phone for a ten count, gnawing his lip. Then he looks up at the sky, eyes shut, as if weighing a decision.

Indrid’s heart plummets.

There’s a gash on Duck’s cheek.

A gash he put there.

Every coincidence, every strange incident he’d pushed to side, lost in the happiness of their courtship, floods his mind.

Suddenly, he knows what Duck was going to tell him.

With shaking fingers, he types,

So sorry, my battery died at the worst of all times, I borrowed a charger from a good samaritan. I’m nearly there.

It takes him two and a half minutes to descend the building and change into his evening wear that he stashed nearby.

At three minutes, he’s walking through the doors, Duck jumping up and hugging him before he even makes the table.

“Sorry for, uh, textin so much, I guess I got a bit nervous. Y’know how shit can get here; can be walkin home and suddenly a supervillain is wreckin shit and you’re collateral.”

“I understand.” He takes his seat, Duck relaxing into the chair opposite him, “in fact, my love, I understand a great deal.”

Indrid reaches into his pocket, producing a pair of red glasses. He slips them on, knowing the other diners will think nothing of it.

“I look familiar, don’t I?”

Duck stares so long, moving so little, that Indrid fears he sent him into some kind of shock.

“Get out. Now.” Duck’s tone is level, his eyes glinting with threat.

“Duck, please, I, I want to explain-”

“Out. I ain’t gonna tangle with you tonight, but I don’t wanna see you ever again.”

Wordlessly, Indrid removes the glasses, and walks into the night.

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Indrid is out of ideas.

For the first week after his confession, he searched the futures religiously for any sign that Duck would come after him, would reveal his apartment to the other heroes.

It never came.

He hasn’t stolen anything in two months.

He sent a single apology letter to Duck, doing his best to explain the situation. Watched the futures narrow down to a single one; Duck reading it, then tearing it up.

He even sent anonymous notes to the Pine Guard, altering them to several oncoming disasters or the kind of supervillainy that has a body count.

Wounded pride, a loss of purpose, a wave of self-loathing, and a dozen other complexly unpleasant emotions could form the center of his world.

But it all comes down to one simple feeling: he misses Duck. Misses his smile, his sense of humor, his strange laugh, the safety he felt by his side, and endless list of things stripped from his life by his own actions.

Which is why it has come to this.

He sets up the camera, and starts recording.

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“Hey, Duck, I think you should see this.”

Duck plods into the main control room, where Ned is fiddling with the video feed while Aubrey waves him to sit by her.

“I swear to fuck if it’s that police chief tryin to recruit us again-”

“Nah, Aubrey and I finally got through to him.” Mama tosses out from the corner where she’s busily whittling a wooden duck.

The screen flickers blue, and then Duck feels the opposing pulls of revulsion and longing as Indrid’s face appears. His glasses are off, but he’s otherwise in his full villain get-up.

“Hello Duck, and, ah, I assume the rest of the Pine Guard. It is fine with me if you all listen in, but this message is ultimately for him.”

Barclay reaches over Ned to hit pause, “Duck?”

“Y’all can stay.”

The video resumes.

“I have two messages. The first is an apology; not necessarily for the things I have stolen, but for any genuine harm I caused other people, yourselves included. And I apologize once again, and as many more times as you require, Duck, for not telling you the truth sooner. In my defense, there is no easy way to admit to the man you love that you are a supervillain. All the same, I ought to have been brave enough to try, for your sake.”

Indrid sits up and Duck leans forward.

“My second message is that I am retiring from supervillainy. I could say something about a change of view on the world in general, but the truth is that villainy is less interesting without an equal to rival and banter with me. And, well, I am sure I can find other ways to fill my days. Especially if the man I care for is by my side. I should be clear that my retirement is not contingent on you reaching out to me again, Duck. Merely that it is something you may wish to know. Ah, I suppose that is all. This is the Moth, signing off for the last time. I’m sorry again, Duck. I love you.”

“Think it’s a bluff?” Aubrey asks as the screen goes dark.

“No, as one who has mastered the art of insincerity, I do not believe so.” Ned responds, switching on the lights.

Duck, for his part, says nothing.

---------------------------------------------------

Indrid rolls off the bed at the knock, rubbing his eyes as he trudges to the door, too tired to look at the futures.

“How can I…”

The sight of Duck Newton on his doorstep elicits so many emotions that he short circuits.

“Hey.”

“Hello.”

“So, retiring huh?”

“Yes.” He fights the urge to chew his nails.

“Guess that means you’re free to talk right now?”

“Indeed.” He steps back, allowing Duck to step in and shut the door.

“Great, Because we got a lot to talk about. But, uh, first.”

He cups Indrids cheeks, kissing him so lovingly that the former villain melts against him, gripping the front of his ranger jacket the way a falling man grasps at a cliff.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers, and before he has time to hate the crack in his voice, Duck is kissing him again, guiding him slowly and surely to the couch, murmuring in between kisses.

“Missed you too, so much, goddamn, couldn’t stop thinkin about you, love you so much ‘Drid, wanna make things right, we’re gonna make ‘em right, I promise.”

Indrid glances at the futures, sees that in all of them they do, in fact, end up having a long, serious conversation, one that ends in even softer kisses and Duck curled around him in his bed.

But there’s still a few more minutes for him to savor being here, safe and secure, in the arms of his hero.

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Mr Perfect // slow burn

Part III

Summary: Steve Harrington was the coolest guy at school and now he’s working with you at the rental store. Very complicated story about complicated feelings.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warning: language

A/N: this chapter is a little bit awkward. I really appreciate your support but please tell me in comments if you like it or just press a heart :3

Robin as an every polite person had stopped talking with you about Steve Harrington or even mentioned him in conversation since that night. She was very understanding, clever, funny and kind girl. She was typically the best friend material. After a week working together you got to know a lot of things about each other and you were willing to know more. Unfortunately, she had to go home earlier because of some parents issues. That meant on Monday evening you and Steve Harrington were the only people in the store.

You hadn’t talked to him since your first day and he hadn’t try to contact with you either. You both were fine with it. Standing behind the counter and sipping strawberry milkshake you were looking at the posters on the walls. You were tired and bored when you suddenly heard the dull thud from the storage room.

“Steve?” You called him but he didn’t answer. You put your drink and headed to the storage. When you opened the door you saw Steve sitting on the floor with his arm bleeding. “Jesus. Harrington, what happened?”

“Agh, one of the shelves fell down and grazed me a little bit. It’s nothing. Get back to work” You looked at his arm again. His t-shirt was torn and the cut was more deeper than you thought at first, it kept bleeding more.

“Oh yeah, there’re so many people out there. All of them need my help as a movie specialist” What kind of person would you be if you just left him there, right? You’ll just fix his arm. It’s nothing. “C’mon, dumbo, where’s a first aid kit?”

You took a medical kit and put it on the counter. Light at the storage room was dull so you decided to move to the hall. Steve was sitting on the chair next to you looking at the injury. It probably was an iron holder from the shelf, that’s why the cut was so deep. You lifted the t-shirt off his arm and carefully wiped the wound with a damp cloth and pressed it a little bit to stop bleeding.

“Now I have to sterilise it. It might hurt a little bit “ You looked at Steve’s eyes at took a bottle of liquid. You poured some on a dry cloth and gently pressed it. Steve hissed and you recoiled. “Sorry”

“No, keep it going. It’s fine” His Hair was falling on the face so you couldn’t see his emotions. But his arm tensed when you draw near. Being so close to him. You didn’t feel disgust anymore. You still wanted to punch him though but you wasn’t as angry as you used to be. Maybe it because you shared the story with someone and it’s not growing like a sticky ivy inside you. Robin told you that some things meant to happened. Like your friendship with Laurie. Now you know that some people may use you, they make you feel like it’s all your fault, make you doubt your own truth. Never again you let people do it to you. You didn’t tell Robin the whole story of your friendship cause it was much more than one argument. It was worse but Robin got it without details. And Steve. He didn’t hang out with Tommy H. and Carol. Now he’s with Robin. You didn’t like him but you didn’t feel like you hate him or mad at him. Like there’s a chance you can exist in one universe. You pressed the cloth harder and he shivered.

“Sorry”

“It’s okay. I know its hard for you to help a person you can’t stand” He glanced at you with a sad smile. Like he knew he did something bad and now he can’t fix it.

“It’s not like that-

“Really? Well, the last time we talked, which was a week ago, you told me we can’t be in the same universe”

“Don’t move” You tried to keep sterilising but you couldn’t because of this childish man.

“No, I mean I know I was a total douchebag in the past but I don’t remember you. Like at all” He stood up and got closer to you. He was too emotional moving his hands so you just grubbed it hard.

“Do. Not. Move” Now you had to stood up to sit him down. You felt like he relaxed and a shade of shame crossed his face. You were standing over him and he looked at you.

“I would definitely remember you” He kept saying and hissing at the same time. Poor boy. You started putting some antibacterial cream on the wound.

“No, you wouldn’t” You smiled cause your own words. You looked at him again. He had some really long eyelashes and a small mole on his cheek. He was beautiful. That’s why so many girls come here just to look at him. At this clumsy, awkward and loud man. Maybe if he wasn’t an asshole...

After you put a sterile bandage you cleaned everything up and put it back at the storage room. It was about time to to go home so you changed your clothes and closed your locker.

“Thanks..uh for your help. I would’ve just put a patch on it” Steve said behind you.

“Then you would’ve lost your arm and you couldn’t write your number for all the girls that come here” He chuckled.

“ Yeah, it would be such a loss for humanity” You stood in an awkward silence for a minute. “Hey, want me to drive you home. It’s pretty late, you know”

“I’m fine. Thank you, Steve” You took your bag and headed to the exit. Steve Harrington asked you to drive you home. Yeah, no thanks. You better keep that distance between you.

“Can I ask just you one question?” You stopped and turned around looking at him leaning on the wall in a twilight. He seemed taller in the dark.

“Sure”

“Can I stay in your universe? Cause you know mine is pretty shitty. All those hair problems and issues from the past” His gaze was fixed on the floor when he awkwardly smiled. Sometimes he was like a child. He used to be a selfish child but now... something changed. He left you alone when you asked him to. There were so many times when he needed to give or tell you something and he asked Robin to do it. He respects your boundaries. He’s not the Steve Harrington you met at high school.

“Okay, you can stay as long as you don't hit on me” He raised his head and your eyes met. A small smile crossed his face. Damn Harrington.

“Deal”

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Cruel Teacher Gets Yelled At By My Parents, Never Messes With Me Again

So, this happened back in my sophomore year of high school. Our school district is weird so we ended up having a separate freshman school then attending the “senior high school” for sophomore, junior, and senior year. That being said, it was basically my first year of high school all over again and I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.

Queue Mrs. C (Cunt), an older Hispanic woman with the voice of fucking nightmares. I will NEVER forget how she sounded, ever. Very scratchy and ear-splitting high pitched voice that I hated. From the beginning of the year this woman had it out for not only me, but every single other student in our class. I didn’t mention that she was an art teacher. Hence, she thinks she’s important but she’s at the bottom of the food chain. Fourth period was when I came to her room, right before lunch, and she decided that she would make our lives infinitely harder by punishing us to not going to lunch for talking, slacking off, etc. Her threats were often empty, but pissed me off nonetheless.

The table I sat with had a group of people I became pretty close to in that class, and thus we were the loudest but we still finished our work. To sum up the things she said and did, most of the time she would call us out in class and say something like, “Get back to work or you’re staying for lunch,” or something generally like that. Then she would proceed to march up to us and get two inches from our faces, not even joking, and demand to know why we weren’t working.

Even if we were finished with our assignments and projects, she FORCED us to color pages or simply draw in our sketch book. She was one of those teachers that hated phones and would try to rip it out of your hands if she caught you looking at it for longer than 10 seconds. I wish I was kidding.

Mrs. C was the rudest, most disrespectful teacher I have ever known. She insisted that we be kind and sweet to her when she was the exact opposite to us. I know that there were many people who didn’t do their work, but when we had to make literal PowerPoint presentations and essays over every single project, I can understand why! Being one of the only white people in that class, she would always mutter things about me in Spanish so I couldn’t understand. It pissed me off. (My friends would translate). The hate grew as she continuously yelled in my face over the year, grabbed my earphones and yanked them painfully out of my ear, shamed me in front of my entire class for not knowing the answer to a question, repeatedly told me that she didn’t want me in the class, and even went so far as to STAND on our table (we had connected group tables) and rant about how she hated all of us and how she was, “tired with our shit.”

Then came the final blow.

The year before, my dad had suffered over twelve heart attacks and had nearly died. I was very upset after the incident, so my therapist passed a letter on to all of my teachers to notify them of the situation. Mrs. C was, surprisingly, nice. She didn’t yell at me and seemed to even...like me? It was very odd, to say the least, but once I got “better” and started acting more like myself then she went back to hating me.

Then came the week before everything. My mom suffers from borderline personality order and her family has a history of substance abuse. I was unaware that she was tripping on acid while me and my brother were at her house (my parents broke up before I was born, my five year old brother at the time is technically my half brother, different dad, but that’s a story for another day).

Anyway, while we were over I noticed how she became more and more manic and retreated to my room. She ended up falling on the kitchen floor and I had to clean up the blood from her head wound; my hands were drenched in it. I threw up, and she paid no mind. I cried myself to sleep and went to my dad’s the next day.

I told my therapist of the situation and she called my mom to ask if she was okay. The following weekend my mom called back and said she was scared of doing something bad. For the first time, my therapist went to a client’s house (aka my mom’s) with my mom’s dad and found her. She was high on mushrooms that our family friend had supplied and tried to kill herself. She was taken to a mental hospital and my family was told everything. My dad was heartbroken for her. I was heartbroken, too, to know the truth.

But this isn’t my sob story. This information is important because the Wednesday after this all happened (my mom had been taken to the hospital on a Friday) Mrs. C decided to be as cunty as she possibly could. I was already failing English due to my mental and emotional state plummeting, so was working on a paper in her class. I was literally reading a fucking book.

She marched over when I didn’t respond to my name being called and tore the book out of my hands. She asked me what I was doing and I told her, and she said, rhetorically, “Is this English?” Obviously not you stupid bitch. She only let me have the book when I told her I’d put the homework up and she walked away. I started reading again, because this was already a day late and this was the day it was due and cut-off time was by 4:20, no later.

She came back over and said, “Come outside with me, we’re calling your parents.” I obliged and trudged after her in front of the whole class, and she shut the door. The conversation began, and I’ll try to state it below as best I can remember.

Mrs C: Call your parents.

Me: They’re at work.

Mrs C: Do you know how HARD my life is dealing with all of you?

Me: ...

Mrs C: I ask you to work, and you don’t work. I ask you to put the homework away, and you don’t.

Me: I’m sorry, but my English homework is due today and if I don’t finish it then I’m going to fail the class.

Mrs C: Well you’re missing an assignment in my class, and you’re not in English. You’re taking up my time with this.

Me: Like I said, I’m going to fail english if I don’t get this turned in, which might mean I have to drop your class if I do.

Mrs C: The work is late because you didn’t do it. Who’s fault is that?

By this point I start crying because I haven’t let myself truly process the emotional turmoil that comes with knowing your mother is a suicidal drug addict.

Me: Things are really hard right now.

Mrs C, becoming colder even after I’m crying: I understand, but you need to get to work in this class. Why can’t you do your English at lunch?

Me: I’m leaving for a doctor’s appointment.

(Seeing my therapist):

Mrs C: Well then do it in the car. Why didn’t you do your English any earlier than today in my class?

Me: I worked on it first period but I couldn’t for chemistry and geometry. And like I said a lot is going on, my mom is in the hospital now..

Mrs C: You could bring your sketchbook when you visit her and draw.

My heart stopped. I was fucking FUMING. Not only does this dumb cunt have the nerve to tell me she “understands” my situation, but proceeds to state that I should be drawing while visiting my mother in the hospital? No one in their right mind would ever do this, and a teacher shouldn’t fucking expect an emotional student to either! She didn’t even sympathize with me at all! Agh....I’m getting angry just writing this.

I didn’t say anything until she was done berating me. I was sobbing at this point.

Me: Can I go to the bathroom now?

Mrs C, condescending: Oh, NOW you have to go to the bathroom.

I didn’t answer and swiftly walked to the bathroom, shut myself in a stall, and sobbed into my arms. It wasn’t that I was just angry, but thinking about my mom was tearing me apart.

It took me a few minutes to gather myself, but I eventually stopped crying and tried to let my eyes dry up so they wouldn’t be red. I didn’t want anyone to know I’d been having a panic attack over this stupid fat bitch. I came back into class and sat down. My friends asked if I was okay and I didn’t reply or I knew I would start crying again.

I went to my therapist and told her what happened. She was shocked and my dad told me to stand up for myself. She was an art teacher, not a professor at Harvard, and I shouldn’t give her the satisfaction of upsetting me. I realized he was right.

That weekend, I went to dinner with my mom and she was doing a lot better. I informed her of the situation and she was pissed. She told me to have Mrs C call her if anything like that ever happened again.

And then, the revenge.

I was actively ignoring her until the Tuesday after my dinner with my mom, or almost a week since our little outside conversation that ended in me sobbing in a bathroom stall. I’m not a weak pathetic bitch, I was going to stand my ground this time and not take shit.

The situation was something like this.

Me, not doing my work on purpose: ...

Mrs C: Get to work.

Me, not getting to work on purpose: ...

Mrs C: Outside, NOW.

I followed her, a plan forming in my mind already. Once the door closed she glared at me.

Mrs C: Do we really have to do this again?

Me: Please don’t make me call my parents, they already got mad when I told them what happened last time.

Mrs C, smug: Oh, I’m definitely calling them. Dial their phone number now.

Me, faking: Fine..

I did so, and dialed my mom’s. I watched this smug little cunt put my phone to her ear and wait as it rang.

Mom: Hello?

Mrs C: Yes hello, your daughter is disrupting my class and is ignoring me when I talk to her.

Mom: That’s what I told her to do.

Mrs C looked up at me, clearly confused.

Mrs C: I don’t understand.

Mom: She told me what you said to her last week and I’m not happy. Something along the lines of, doing her homework in the hospital while visiting her mom for a very short amount of time? Maybe your complete ignorance to her crying? No sympathy whatsoever? Your comment when she asked to go to the bathroom?

Mrs C, stumbling on her words: You daughter lied to you, I never said any of those things to her.

My jaw dropped in shock. What??

But it was fine, because my mom. went. OFF. I couldn’t hear all of what she said, but I know Mrs C walked off and talked to her away from me. My mom put her in her place and definitely told her something, not sure what but I’m guessing it was a threat. Mrs C walked back and gave me my phone, teary-eyed, and said nothing.

Her smug demeanor had completely changed, and from then on she hardly ever said a word to me if it wasn’t praising or congratulating me. I knew it was fake, but seeing her kiss my ass like that was fucking hilarious and life changing. It made the end of my year, and I never saw her again after sophomore year.

SHE RETIRED!

God, that still makes me giddy to this day to know that whatever my mom said was enough to make this cunt literally leave her job.. whatever it was, I appreciate it so much and I’m so glad I told my mom what happened. Without her, Mrs C surely would have continued bullying me and berating me for nothing. Not only did I save myself, but I saved my classmates because she became very passive after that.

Moral of the story: don’t make me hate you and don’t fuck with my mom. We make a scary team.

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