#I originally wrote this differently and way worse
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You think Soap would force Cypher into sparring with him under the guise of him being noble and teaching their civilian specialist how to defend herself? When in reality it's an excuse to body Cypher around and pin her to the ground to grind against her, nasty man that he is
The insane cackle that came out of mouth when I read this, such good brain worms, deep end brain worms.
18+ mdni / dark and twisty themes / forced orgasm, overstimulation, humiliation, dub con, Ghost is his own warning / soap x cypher masterlist
"Self defense?" You squeak, and he nods, pointing to the mat.
"If ye win, ye get to do whatever ye want with me, for the night." He answers, and your eyes brighten with excitement.
"Like, you could eat me out and wash my hair? And then we could watch a movie?" You bounce on your toes, grinning. Ye're so cute, he muses. So fucking perfect for him.
"Aye. And if I win... I get to do whatever I want with ye." He cautions, and you turn grave, considering with a tilted head.
"Okay." you blurt, too easily, and he almost laughs out loud.
It takes fifteen, twenty minutes to thoroughly wear you down. He glances touches across your tits, your ass, between your legs as the time passes, watching you squirm, watching you struggle with your internal battle, before he finally takes over, pinning you beneath him and making you call out in defeat.
He flips you on your back, settling between your legs, and your hips jerk, clothed cunt rubbing up against his half hard cock, and he jerks back in surprise, thrilled at the mischievous little look on your face. He tests it, grinding against you, pulling a little dazed moan from your lips, and he smiles, glancing at the clock. Almost time. Bold wee sweet, eh? We'll see how bold ye are.
"Should I give ye a reward, Cy? For bein' so bloody good for me?"
"Yes please, please. Sir." you plead, and he pulls at your pants, undressing you with frighteningly efficiency. He tosses your bra, pants and shirt to the side, pulling you upwards, stroking a thumb against the inside of your thigh, and then pressing against your clit, hard. When you moan, confirming his suspicions, his cock grows heavier in his pants, and shifts you so you're between his legs.
"Tell me yer safe word, Cypher." He cradles your face, ensuring he has your focus, and you stare at him with your wide, lovely eyes.
"It's c-code. Sir. Code."
"Good girl." He tucks you into his lap, still working his hand between your legs, stroking gentle and light touch overtop your panties, rubbing up and down the seam of your cunt, muscles and body twitching in his arms. "Think ye can come jus' like this? Just with me touching ye over yer panties?" You grunt out a response, and he taps at your clit, little whines slipping from your lips. "That's it, there ye go. Can ye give me a big one? Want to see ye cum, Cy." He's not giving you enough friction, he knows, and your hips rock, chasing his touch, growing more and more desperate, oblivious to everything else happening in the room.
But Johnny's not. Johnny's watching, see's when Ghost slips inside with a nod. When he picks up a chair on the edge of the room, and quietly sets it up not even three meters from where Johnny has you, in only a thong, on the sparring mat. He's still rubbing your pussy, circling around your clit, and when you shift, you catch sight of the Lieutenant for the first time, and you shriek, going rigid in his arms, legs snapping closed around his hand.
"It's okay, wee sweet." Johnny murmurs. "I've got ye." His fingers don't stop, and you breathe heavily in his arms, trying to crawl inside him, and hide.
"S-sir." you whine, pressing your face into Johnny's neck. He can feel hot how your skin is, how embarrassed you are, and he coos to you, still rubbing over your panties.
"What is it?"
"He... he's watching." You whisper, and he chuckles.
"Ah know, my genius. C'mon, don't ye want to show him how good ye are?" He murmurs, peppering kisses across your cheek, to your nose. You shake your head, but he's much stronger than you, able to turn you between his legs so that you're facing Ghost now, one of Johnny's hands wrenching your thigh wide. "Isn't she a sight, LT?" He nods, big, gloved hand palming the thick bulge in his pants, squeezing his cock, and he snickers. "I dinnae if she's ready for that, hasn't even take me yet, have ye, Cy?" You don't answer, and he waits another second for drifting his touch beneath the hem of your thong, and pinching your clit.
"No sir." You squeak, and he rewards you, circling pulsing slowly, achingly so, enough that your panting increases.
"Let's show him this pretty wee cunt, aye?" You choke on a shocked gasp, and pressed back into him, curve of your ass against the rock hard cock in his pants, and he laughs again, tugging at your underwear until it's down by your knees. Ghost's gaze is hot above the balaclava, watching you, staring at the wet pussy that's revealed, and Johnny tucks your feet on the outside of his boots, essentially pulling you apart like a oyster, exposing your pearl. "Dinnae move your legs." He whispers, giving you another kiss. "Or I'll let Ghost spank ye. And you won't like how he does it, I promise ye."
"S-Sir... Johnny-" you try to protest, but his fingers slide through your slick curls, and he's so pleased that you're already soaked.
"Do ye need to use the safe word?" He asks, and you pause, holding your breath... before shaking your head no. "Good girl, Cy. Gettin' all wet for me. Showin' Ghost your bonnie pussy." He presses the pad of his finger to your opening, just barely dipping inside, and you moan, head tipping back on his shoulder, eyes clenched shut. "Do ye like it, knowing he's watching?" He asks, pushing into your tight hole even more, and you shiver, trying to tell him no, but unable to get the word out. "I think ye do. I think that's why ye're soaked. Yer body canae lie, can it?"
"No sir." You breathe.
"What do ye think, LT?" He asks, and Ghost nods his approval, staying quiet. His cock is out now, gloved hand working it in long, lavish strokes, thickest thing Johnny's ever seen, and he smirks. "Ah know, it's hard to see her wee clit under all this." His index and middle finger parts your folds, exposing your center, and he watches Ghost's jaw part beneath the fabric. "Cy doesnae know it yet, but she's going to let me take care of everything soon. We're goin' start with shaving this bonnie cunt." He flicks his tongue across your cheek. "Let me show ye how it comes." He rasps, and you shake your head.
"N-no. No, Sir. Johnny, I c-can't-"
"Yes, ye can." Your legs kick, just a little, trying to close, and he grunts, tempted to smack your thigh to still you. This is not punishment, he reminds himself. You're still trying, thighs squeezing against his knees, and Ghost cocks his head, tucking his cock back into his pants, and stepping from the chair to crouch in front of where Johnny has you spread.
"Be still." He grunts, and then his hands replace Johnny's folding over your knees, keeping them pinned to Johnny's legs.
"S-Sir." You stutter, nervous, unsure, and he soothes you, glancing his touch over your lower belly.
"Shhh, ye're alright, Cy. Ye're safe. We're jus' goin' show Ghost here how beautifully ye come."
"Sir I- I can't- not with... not with him. Watching." you whisper, but your body says otherwise, and he can feel how hot your clit is, how desperate you are to orgasm.
"Ah think ye can, wee sweet. Just relax." He glances at Ghost, who's watching intently, one hand still holding your leg wide, although the other one is now staying on it's own. "Can ye see, LT?"
"Not really. Too much hair." He comments, like it's nonchalant, forcing Johnny to swallow a small laugh, nodding down to where his fingers work.
You gasp when Ghost's fingers spread your folds, parting them so he can see you better, stretching the hood of your clit upwards to reveal your swollen bud, and you jerk forward to stare at him, before whimpering and slamming your eyes shut again.
"Sir-"
"Ah know, ah know." He murmurs. "Can ye show Ghost how ye come, Cy? Can we show him how pretty ye are, when ye have an orgasm?" You shake your head with more denial, but your hips jerk as he works you, swirling around and around your clit, fingers soaked with slick.
"She's clenching 'round nothing." Ghost observes, and he nods.
"She does that. Really needs a fat cock for that hole, but we're not there yet, are we bonnie?" You suck in a sharp breath, and then pant out some nonsense, stretching against him. You're still flexing your hips with his touch, and he can feel how your muscles are tightening, tensing beneath him. "I think, she's almost... aye, there ye go. Are ye gonna come for my Lieutenant, Cypher?" He coos, knowing that you're on the brink, even though you're fighting it, trying desperately not to come, and Ghost chuckles, smug as hell. He increases his pace, feeling it all, your breath, your muscles, the stuttering of your hips, and he knows, he knows you're about to dive off the edge, whether you want it or not. "That's it, deep breath. Here it comes. Here ye go, wee sweet, come on-" Your fingers dig into his pants, wail cresting from your lips, and swoops his mouth over yours, swiping his tongue against yours, lapping up the sound and taste of your shrieks.
"Oh good, good girl." Ghost sings, but not to you, to your pussy, his thumb releasing it's hold and stroking over your too sensitive clit, rubbing you through the aftershocks while you bleat out a plea for him to stop. "What a sweet little pussy you have for my Sergeant, Cypher." He looks ridiculously pleased as he pulls away, tugging up the bottom of his balaclava to stick his finger in his mouth to taste you, and rolling up onto his feet. He squeezes his cock one last time, and then gives Johnny a nod.
"Alright, wee sweet. Ready to go? Let's get ye back to yer room, and we can watch that movie, aye?" Johnny hums into your hair, and nod, a little limp, but sated. Good girl.
#peaches writes#I originally wrote this differently and way worse#but took it down a notch#soap x cypher#soap x reader#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#ghoap x reader#simon riley
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𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞
Law finds himself craving your touch, slowly becoming desperate for you. His issue though? He’s a virgin.
Warnings: smut, fem reader, loss of virginity. Also keep in mind I’m even more of a virgin than Law so I hope I wrote this a little realistically.
Originally posted on March 22nd, 2023
repost from my main @jadedrrose as a part of my most popular fics event.
Late in the evening, with only a dim light to illuminate his work space, Law sat at his desk, desperately trying to focus on his work; a task that was proving to be more difficult by the minute.
He’d been doing some research since dinner time, and at first the hours flew by with nothing to distract him. But then you stopped by, gently opening the metal door to his office and peeking your head in, smiling at him lovingly. “Law? You gonna be done soon?”
Law shrugged, trying not to directly make eye contact with you. Tonight (really, for the last few days) he’d been feeling rather nervous around you, and every time he looked at you and heard your soft voice he’d feel a blush rise to his cheeks. “Hopefully,” he muttered as a final response.
A pout spread across your face, “okay… I’ll be waiting in bed, then.”
When you finally left and he heard the door lock back in place, Law let out a heavy breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding in.
Deep down, Law knew what he was feeling. It was hard for him to admit it, even to himself. That, let alone his relationship with you, was all new to him. You’d been the first person to smile at him with pure love in your eyes, the first person he’d truly opened up to. With the many months that had gone by since he finally gave in and asked you out, he’d grown used to this whole “love” thing.
But this new feeling was something he wasn’t used to, and he wasn’t sure if he could be used to it…
It started a couple nights ago when it had been extremely hot during the evening. Law had taken his hoodie off, opting to walk around shirtless due to the excess heat. It was a natural solution when fans did nothing. But he didn’t expect what you’d done to cool off.
When he returned to his room to try and sleep, he found you, awake on the bed. Not that this was unusual; but he was shocked to find you stripped down to a lace bra and panty set, laying with all the blankets kicked off the bed. It was clearly due to the heat, of course; but Law felt a bit differently upon seeing you.
You’d perked your head up when he stepped inside, and called his name for what felt like hours as he stood there completely stunned. It was only when you’d approached him that he snapped out of the daze, only to be placed in another one.
You had put your soft hands on him, holding his head between them. With the close proximity from that, you were chest to chest with him. Law recalled feeling like he was about to explode when you’d leaned up to kiss him, pushing your nearly bare breasts into his exposed, tattooed chest.
Ever since then, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. The image of your plushy breasts squished against him, the way the lace of your bra was nearly see-through, giving him a nearly clear image of them fully exposed.
To make matters worse, Law noticed the aching between his legs, the way his jeans suddenly felt a bit too constricting. He’d never felt such desire, forgetting entirely about his work as he wondered what you’d feel like around him, what noises you’d make; his mind kept jumping to many different scenarios of what it would be like to do it with you, embarrassing himself as he couldn’t control the thoughts. But, he really had no clue of what to expect, so it was actually a bit hard for him to imagine it.
The thought finally filled his mind; you made him feel good. So he needed to make you feel good in return. Only… he needed to learn how.
Cursing at himself for being a fool, Law stalked down to the library to find autonomy books. He felt horrified at himself, like he was acting perverted as he tried to wrap his mind around how female bodies worked when it came to sex. Just the drawing of a diagram was making him even more nervous.
‘I can’t hurt her, so it’s not wrong for me to be looking at this…’
Law had a hard time convincing himself of that, though. After another moment, the ache of his hardened cock became too much for him to handle, so he clenched his eyes shut and slammed the book closed.
“Shit,” he cursed, shoving it back into the deepest corner of the bookcase, hidden away from his sight. ‘You’re such a fucking creep… she’s gonna laugh at you for doing this…’
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You’d been laying in bed, just as you’d told Law earlier. You had some random book you’d found in the library, reading it and trying to keep yourself awake until Law came to bed; which had actually been kind of hard as the book’s plot simply sucked to you, boring you to the point of wanting to sleep instead.
It hadn’t been that long since you’d checked in on him. Knowing Law, you probably had another good hour or so before he’d join you. Perhaps you should just give up and go to sleep…
But to your surprise, the metal door to the room swung open and your boyfriend stumbled into his room, face red and almost sweaty as he tore his hat off, revealing a mop of messy black hair.
“Law? Are you okay?” You asked, surprise evident in your tone.
He wasn’t facing you, but from the way his back seemed so tense, you knew something was bothering him; if the way he rushed into the room wasn’t a dead giveaway.
With a few huffs, Law finally breathed in deeply and exhaled, opening his mouth to speak.
But… how was he supposed to explain himself?
“Law,” you called again, “what’s up, baby? It’s rather early for you to be-“
“Y/n-ya… I need… your help,” he sighed.
“Help?” You raised an eyebrow, confused. “With what?”
“Um,” he stuttered, trying to find the right words. But no matter what he thought of, everything sounded too awkward and made him inwardly cringe at himself.
But to his horror, he saw you get out of bed from the corner of his eye as you started walking over to him. If you even saw his front side… it would all be over. You’d know.
Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he tensed up further, biting onto his lower lip.
“Law, just tell me what it is,” you pleaded, “I won’t judge.”
He so badly wanted to tell you, but he just didn’t know how. Law knew it was a natural thing to feel, and yet he was so embarrassed about it. But then your other hand grabbed his other arm, and began tugging on him so that he’d face you. After that, he figured you’d just be able to figure it out on your own.
When he was fully turned toward you, you looked him over, concern written in your eyes. “Law, baby, it’s oka-“ your eyes widened for a second, and you desperately tried to hide the shock on your face. But your cheeks grew warm, and you felt terrible because you knew how embarrassed he already was…
“I- I didn’t know how to-“ he stammered, face burning with shame as he tried to look everywhere but at you.
“Um…” you squeaked out, trying to regain your composure. “Do you… need help with that?”
Law could only nod, fearing he’d make everything worse if he tried speaking again.
You let out a breath and took his hand, leading him to the bed the two of you had been sharing for a few months now. Whereas that never bothered him or seemed suspicious to him before, Law felt like it was completely different now.
You sat him down at the edge, fingers playing with the fabric of his hoodie. “Do you want me to take it off?” You offered.
Law awkwardly nodded, his tattooed hands gripping at the sheets beneath him. And you hadn’t even done anything yet. The simple thought of you undressing him had him burning up on the inside.
Pulling his hoodie over his head and off his arms was probably going to be the easiest part. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before, so that wasn’t a shock to either of you. But it felt much more intimate now.
“Then I guess… um,” you began to pull off the t-shirt you’d worn to bed, only to be stopped by Law, his hand lunging to grab your wrist before he stared with wide eyes, realizing he looked like an idiot. But he had to explain himself now.
“I… want to… do it,” he shyly said, his head hanging low, not wanting you to see how incredibly red his face was. But you knew by the way the tips of his ears flushed.
“Okay,” you said, letting go of your shirt and letting Law take over.
With shaking hands, he tugged on the fabric and slowly slipped it over your shoulders and off of you, awkwardly tossing the shirt to the side once it was off.
Underneath was the same lace bra from a few nights ago. Law felt his breath shuddering as he looked over your form, completely frozen now. You were so beautiful that you could have anyone you wanted to, and yet here you were with the biggest virgin in the entire ocean.
“So then… I guess my shorts are next,” you bit your lip, nervously anticipating feeling Law’s hands on you again.
Feeling like he was going to die from a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, Law pulled at the strings and untied the knot that kept the shorts pulled up on you. They hung loose for a second before he started sliding them down your legs, and Law’s face was somehow burning even more than it had been before.
He knew what was next; his jeans. But despite already getting so far, Law was terrified for you to see him so vulnerable. How would you react? He knew you weren’t the most experienced person either, but you at least knew some things…
“You’re gonna have to stand up… I can’t get them off with you sitting,” you told him.
“…right,” Law stood up from the bed, arms hanging at his sides, waiting for you to undress him. His heart beat louder and faster than it ever had before as you reached for his pants.
You carefully unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper all the way down before removing the clothing from him, leaving Law in only his undergarments now.
But that didn’t really do him much justice, as you could now fully see how hard he was through the thin fabric. He felt so pathetic, all because of your gaze and touch.
Looking him over, you tossed Law’s jeans to the side before climbing onto the bed. “I-I can go first, if you want,” you offered with a nervous stutter to your tone.
“Yeah, if you’re comfortable,” Law mumbled, looking away from you.
He still felt like a creep now, even with you consenting. But you were simply gorgeous, and Law found himself fighting to control his thoughts, feeling like he was going feral over what you’d do to him tonight.
Nodding, you pushed the pillows up so you could sit up against them, leaning your back into them and folding your legs up so your knees met, keeping your feet on the bed.
“Law, um… I have to tell you something,” you suddenly spoke, looking away from him.
Law stared worriedly, afraid you’d say something about how weird he was. That a virgin like him didn’t deserve to please you.
“I… I’ve never done this before. S-so, please be, um… gentle,” you whispered.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Law felt better knowing you wouldn’t be judging him for being so shy and awkward. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, leaning over you to kiss your flushed cheek, “tell me to stop if you don’t wanna keep going at any point, okay?”
“Mmhm,” you nodded, slowly moving your legs apart to reveal your still covered pussy to him.
Law found himself unsure of what to do next, though. All he could do was stare at it, wondering if he was supposed to take your panties off or if you’d do it for him.
“You can… take them off,” you instructed, crossing your arms in an almost defensive way, just barely covering your mouth with your right hand.
After taking a moment to work up the courage he needed, Law hooked his tattooed fingers underneath the lace on each side of your hips, pulling the fabric away from you, inching them down your legs as you lightly gasped from the cool air suddenly on your lower regions.
You raised your feet to let Law pull your panties off, but ended up crossing your legs again as he fully removed the clothing. Law looked down at you, thinking how the way you blushed was rather cute.
“Y/n, we can’t both be shy… we’ll get nothing done,” he muttered, placing tattooed hands on your soft thighs. Law wasn’t even sure where he found the small strike of confidence, as he gently pushed your legs apart.
Feeling scared, you watched his every move and paid close attention to Law’s face as he examined you. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was a doctor, so he’d probably be less likely to hurt you… right? He’d understand your body better than any other man.
“You’re so… pretty,” Law bashfully admitted, moving his right hand away from your thigh to run a finger along your folds.
You squirmed at the contact, feeling like an embarrassed mess from the touch of his finger and the praise.
With his index and middle finger, Law pushed your folds apart and looked over your fully exposed cunt. “If it helps… I at least tried to study female autonomy, so,” Law just barely dipped his two fingers into you, swiping up your wetness. “I know it needs to be really wet before I… you know…”
You nodded, gasping every time his fingers moved. Until he suddenly rolled them over your bundle of nerves, and you unintentionally let out a soft moan.
Law froze for the millionth time at the sound of your sudden vocalization, looking up to your face to make sure it was a noise of pleasure.
“Do th-that again,” you whined, biting down hard into your lip.
Law looked down to your cunt, rubbing his fingers against your clit again before looking back up to your face to see your reaction.
“Oh,” you moaned, accidentally raising your hips into his touch. “Mmm, Law… please…”
He repeated the motion, and you let out another pretty noise, slapping your hand over your mouth to try and prevent any more noises from slipping out.
“I want to hear you,” Law told you, his voice becoming more demanding and dominant than he intended. He hadn’t meant to sound that way, but he figured he’d done something right when you tilted your head back in pleasure at his words.
You so badly wanted to submit to him, desperate for Law to make you feel good.
Pushing your hips into his fingers again, you obeyed Law and let a whine fall from your lips. “Law, ohh- just fuck me already…” you begged.
He removed his hand from your cunt, juices being pulled along with him before he pulled away too far and the strings of it were gone. The sight had been so lewd, Law found himself wanting to do it over and over again, just to see the way your wetness would spread across his fingers. But he decided to ignore that desire for tonight.
You sat up to balance yourself on shaky knees, crawling out of the way so Law could take your spot and lay back.
Law closed his eyes as you reached over to pull the last of his clothing away, his hands grasping against the sheets to get a hold on himself.
With gentle hands, you freed his hard, aching cock, hesitantly wrapping a hand around it as you threw his clothing away with the other.
When your palm closed around him, Law suddenly felt himself losing control, bucking up into your fist.
“Shit,” he hissed, “…feels good.”
Holding him in your hand, you looked him over, deciding he was rather… big. You had no experience or knowledge of what was normal, but you did know that you would have a hard time fitting him inside you.
You gave Law a few more pumps, feeling more embarrassed as you felt your cunt throb, extremely turned on by the sight of Law completely exposed and the way he acted so desperate for you. Even with your fear of him being too big, you desperately wanted him inside you.
Your hand squeezed along his shaft as you jerked him, watching in awe as your normally stoic and intimidating captain completely submitted to you, becoming a mess in your hands. Law cursed and let out a few short whines as you kept going, and before you could even stop yourself, he suddenly thrusted up into your hand, hot sticky cum spurting out from him and onto your closed hand.
Law panted as you let go of him, staring down at your hand, wondering what you were even supposed to do with it now…
You looked between Law and your cum-covered hand, watching him try to recompose himself.
While a part of you hated the idea, the urge got the better of you as you smirked down at him, slowly raising your hand to your lips.
Law watched with wide eyes, but never made any moves to stop you. Opening your lips, you let your tongue hang out for a second before licking a stripe up the back of your hand, collecting his seed along your tongue and keeping your mouth open for a little too long so he’d get a good look. With a bit of hesitation, you swallowed it. You supposed the taste wasn’t as awful as any of your friends had described.
You didn’t miss the way Law’s cock seemed to twitch as he watched you lick up all the cum from your hand, until nothing but your own saliva was left.
“Fuck, y/n-ya,” he groaned, “do that again and I’m gonna cum untouched.”
You giggled, before looking back down at his still hardened member. And the question came back to you; how were you going to fit him?
Before you could try and come up with anything, Law got onto his knees and flipped you over to swap positions with him. Laying on your back now, you let your legs hang open for him.
Gently, Law dipped a finger into you, followed by another to scissor within you. You watched as the E and A slipped into your sopping wet cunt, moaning as he fingered you and just barely stretched you for him. A small glimpse at what was to come next.
“It’s probably going to hurt at first,” Law warned you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “But we’ll go at your pace.”
You nodded, feeling his fingers slip out of you.
All you could do was watch as he took his cock into his hand, his body slowly hovering over yours as he got himself close enough to be able to get inside you. You gasped when he rubbed his tip along your folds, gathering your slick up and covering his cock with it.
“You ready?” Law asked, leaning on his elbow which sat beside you, trapping you underneath him.
You put one hand into his mess of raven locks, the other grabbing along his arm before finding a good spot to grip onto. And then you nodded, preparing yourself for the worst.
“Take a deep breath in for me, baby,” he instructed, ever so slightly pushing the tip of his cock into you.
You did as Law told you, inhaling deeply and holding your breath, waiting for him to push into you.
He began pushing into you, his hand trembling as he held himself, terrified at the thought of going in too fast and hurting you.
With only an inch in, you began squirming and digging your nails into the skin on his arm.
Going at a slow pace and being as gentle as he possibly could, Law began to put the rest of himself into your cunt.
He wasn’t even fully inside when he unclenched his eyes to look at your face, realizing that you were crying. Panicking, Law let go of himself to cradle your face in his right hand, wiping away tears with his thumb.
“I’m sorry, y/n-ya, I tried so hard not to hurt you,” he choked up, feeling terrible about it. “We can stop if you want.”
Hearing the panic in his voice, you finally exhaled and shook your head, “n-no, it’s okay… ‘s not your fault, Law.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, searching your face for guidance on what to do next.
“Mhm, it just… stings,” you muttered through clenched teeth. “Keep going...”
Law took a deep breath himself, placing his hand back around the bottom half of his cock as he slowly began pushing in again.
After a moment of you whimpering and more squirming, you finally calmed yourself down as Law bottomed out, fully sheathed inside of you now.
His now free hand found a spot on your hip, gripping at your soft skin as he panted, getting used to the feeling of you; the ridges along the walls of your cunt rubbing against the skin of his cock, the way your cunt spasmed around him, you involuntarily clenching down on him, squeezing the life out of his cock.
“F-fuck,” he whimpered, burying his face into your neck, goatee brushing along your skin. “You’re so… tight.”
Your hands left their previous positions to fully wrap your arms around him, desperately holding onto his tattooed back.
“It’s too big,” you sobbed, gasping for air. “It h-hurts, Law.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your neck, “just… try to relax, I won’t move until you want me to.”
Pushing through the pain of the extreme stretch, you tried relaxing all the muscles in the lower half of your body, getting used to the feeling of what felt like Law’s cock splitting you in two.
You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed since he filled you, but it felt like hours to you, like seconds were moving much too slow for your liking. Realistically, it had probably been close to five minutes of Law laying on top of you, the both of you panting as you slowly stopped crying, your skin soaking up the tears staining your face.
And after another moment, you decided you were ready. “Law… you can move n-now.”
“Are you certain, y/n-ya?”
He sounded scared. And almost guilty, like he’d somehow fucked up. But really, he’d been absolutely perfect to you, being gentle and taking care of you. Now you felt bad, not wanting him to feel like he’d done something awful.
“Y-yeah. And Law… you’re perfect, baby. I trust you.”
With the last word slipping past your lips, you moved your head to connect them with his own, locking your lips together and not pulling apart as Law pulled his hips back, and slowly pushed in again.
It was a few more minutes of this before you had fully become used to the stretch and movement within you.
“You can go faster, Law,” you whispered, head lulling beside his own as you quietly moaned right into his ear.
Law raised his hips just a bit, pulling you up with him as he found a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, movements still careful.
With more and more time, you started to like the feeling of his cock stretching your walls, the feeling of him being fully inserted inside. The slight amount of pain along with the growing pleasure felt better than anything you’d ever tried with your own fingers. You needed more.
“Faster, please,” you whined, starting to raise your hips in time with Law’s, meeting each of his thrusts into you. “Fuck, harder, Law!”
Law’s breathing grew louder as he moved faster, somewhat carefully slamming his cock into you with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Y/n-ya…”
The way he moaned your name only made how turned on you were increase, your cunt clenching with pleasure as you listened to him, along with feeling the way he fucked into you so perfectly.
Your moans grew louder, to a point Law made a comment about not wanting the rest of the crew to hear. You tried quieting down, but it felt impossible with how good he was fucking you. All you could do was bite into his shoulder, but even then you were still groaning through it.
Law felt himself starting to lose control, his hips moving at an ungodly speed without a care about how hard he was fucking into you,
his entire body shaking as he worked himself up to the point of orgasming again. He pulled his upper body away from you to look down at you, fully taking in the lewd sight for the first time. The way his aching cock disappeared into your hole, juices spilling out from you and onto the sheets underneath you, mixing in with the hint of blood from when he’d first slid into you.
Something about how he was the one to do this to you; take away any purity left in you. And you’d done the same to him.
He needed more though, something to throw him over the edge. Glancing over your body, he decided he needed to see your breasts bare, and so he reached down around you and unhooked it, pulling it off your sweaty body.
Holding onto your hips, Law continued abusing your cunt, slamming in and out of you, mesmerized by the way your breasts would bounce with every movement he made.
And that was all he needed, as he suddenly cursed loudly and came hard, his hot seed spilling out from his cock and into your sore cunt.
The feeling of being filled up with such warmth was what sent you over, your pussy spasming even more as you moaned loudly, cumming around his cock, your cunt tightening as if to milk everything he had out of him.
The both of you slowed down, Law pulling out of you to watch his cum rise up to your hole, spilling out of you and onto your thighs and the ruined bedsheets.
And then he collapsed on top of you, completely exhausted. With tangled, sweaty bodies, you both panted and caught your breath before you wrapped your arms around him again, kissing him deeply and passionately.
You didn’t want the moment to end, but eventually Law got up and retreated to the bathroom, getting a warmly wet cloth to clean you up.
He wiped any remaining fluids off of your pussy, being extra careful not to accidentally overstimulate you. Law then lifted you up, carrying your limp body over to the chair at his smaller desk meant for those really late nights where you still wanted him nearby while you slept.
With heavy eyes, you watched as Law stripped off the bed sheets and cleaned everything up, preparing it so that you could sleep comfortably.
By the time he was finished, you’d succumbed to your tiredness, falling asleep in the chair. Law picked your still nude body up, bringing you over to the clean bed, gently placing you down onto the plush, soft pillows before laying next to you, kissing and wrapping his arms around you as you slept peacefully.
And though you couldn’t hear him, he decided to say it anyway;
“Thank you, y/n… I love you, my pretty girl.”
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This makes me incredibly angry.
[ID: Screenshots of a Facebook post from user Advocatus Peregrini, which reads:
I was conversing with a fully-grown adult a few days ago, born and educated in the USA, who let this little gem drop:
"Well, it's like Shakespeare said, "Love conquers all!""
I pointed out that Shakespeare never said that, Virgil did, (Eclogues X) and Chaucer after him (Canterbury Tales.)
She said, "Oh I'm sure Shakespeare said that. In Romeo and Juliet!"
I sighed. I've been in that play several times, in different roles, and even directed it. That text does not occur in it.
But the real grind-my-teeth moment here was that if Romeo and Juliet can be said to have a message, it is most certainly not "Love conquers all," seeing as the lovers die by their own hands with a trail of their friends and relations' corpses in their wake.
Neither this fact, nor the fact that I knew the play, nor my explanation that Virgil and Chaucer used the phrase long before Shakespeare's birth dented her determination that "Love conquers all" came from Shakespeare.
"You don't know ALL the versions!" she protested.
All the versions?
Alternative Bard?
With every instinct screaming at me to let the matter drop, warning me that some horror that will not soon be absent from my nightmares waited around the next corner of this conversation. I pressed on.
It was a decision I was soon to regret.
I asked when she had first read "Romeo and Juliet." She said she had only read it once, when she was in Junior High. In the version she was taught, Romeo and Juliet survive, are reconciled with their parents, and are married in the church with their friends Mercutio and Tybalt arm in arm in the wedding party.
"Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint."
It turned out that her school had their own "version" of Romeo and Juliet, with an "uplifting" ending. This was printed and distributed by a religious education publisher. And it was the only version of the story that she had ever read. Of course she had HEARD other people say that the story was a tragedy, but she just assumed they were wrong.
And she did not see why MY version of Shakespeare should be considered better than HER Shakespeare, which, after all, had a much more wholesome ending.
I explained, in vain, that "my" version is definitive because Shakespeare actually wrote it (quiet, you Oxfordians. Don't make me stop this car) and the message of the play - that when adult stubbornness meets youthful impulsiveness tragedy ensues - is lost in the ersatz, happy-clappy ending.
She said the ending that had been Frankensteined onto Shakespeare's play by the "Christian Education" publisher was better than the original ending, "if the ending is as sad as you say it is."
At this point, I concluded that this was a person who deserved to go through the rest of her life "...safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive!" I bid her adieu.
After the conversation, I wondered, darkly, if that was to be the fate of Shakespeare, and all other literature if the happy-clappy people get their way - as harmless and "uplifiting" as a cheerleader's chant.
I wondered what these bowdlerizers would do with "Hamlet?" or worse, "Titus Andronicus" or "MacB-" Nothing wholesome, I'm sure. Oh, that's right, what they can't appropriate, they ban. Or burn.
In trying to protect children, we leave them undefended from "...the slings and arrows" that life will no doubt throw their way. Shakespeare raises the issues of tragedy - the fatal flaw, the last turning, the role of fate, as well or better than any author before or since. He is a gentle tutor, much to be preferred over that stern and dangerous teacher, Experientia Inopinatum.
But, as ever, it really isn't about the children. It's about the adults, and their desire to avoid answering difficult questions from agile young minds, who know no fear and swarm like eager flies around questions that have been boggling our best minds for millenia. To answer the questions that literature raises, you have to have thought deeply about them yourself. And that is something that few dare to do.] end id
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Dirty Metal Summer
a Dirty Dancing au
Part 1: Big Girls Don't Cry
Eddie x fem!Reader
MASTERLIST PLAYLIST
It's 1987, the same year the movie Dirty Dancing was originally released. 21-year-old reader is spending the summer with her dad and aunt at an all-inclusive resort in Indiana while she figures out what she wants to do with her life. After that summer, nothing will never be the same. Eddie is in his late 20’s and works as maintenance staff, he is also the frontman for the house band, begrudgingly delivering top 40 hits for the guests, and a secret third thing. When work is over, there is a completely different scene happening at a place the employees call The Hideout. Wayne is the head maintenance man, Chrissy is a metalhead, and a few other surprises. Bonus: Steve as a sexy, tattooed musician because I can't help myself.
my blog is always 18+only, MDNI please. The only warnings for the first chapter have to do with mention of a death of a parent, mention of grief, allusions to depression, a tiny bit of aggression, and alcohol consumption. But please read chapter warnings as the story progresses, because there will be angst, hurt/comfort, violence (fighting), and smut. Reader is called Bird as a nickname.
A/N: this is a rewrite of an OC fic I wrote over a year ago, and damn, I really needed to change a lot because my writing has evolved so much. I know I posted a snippet last week, but it's all been changed. Thank you to those who have been excited about this, I know Dirty Dancing is a cherished film, so I am treating this retelling with reverence, while adding some creative spins, and I truly hope you enjoy. The ST characters in this fic do not know each other in the same way they did in the show. For instance, Eddie, Steve, and Chrissy all grew up together, but I do my best to stick with their original character traits. This first part lines up very close with the film, but after that, it diverges and becomes a bit different. Same story line, but also not.
Part 1: Big Girls Don't Cry
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The soft murmur of a talk radio station hummed in the cement gray Mercedes-Benz 560, with your dad behind the wheel and his sister, your aunt Kim, in the passenger seat. From the backseat, you stared out the window with your headphones on, wishing for rain. The scenery was what you would expect from a place on earth that everyone considered idyllic, but you’d been exposed to so much lush greenery with that bright blue, theater backdrop of a sky for the last hour that you were starting to get a headache.
You pushed your wayfarer sunglasses up to rub the bridge of your nose, and then flipped the tape over in your Walkman before clicking it shut to press play. You were listening to a mixtape you’d made especially for the trip, the spine even said “road trip from hell”, but the first one on side b was Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac, and you closed your eyes for the next several songs. You were doing your best not to think about how you’d be trapped in BFE Indiana for a whole month.
You were also doing your best not to think about how your mother would not be home when you got back, or worse yet, the fact that you would never see her again. Never feel her generous hugs in those Laura Ashley dresses, smelling of Shalimar; never hear her voice at the other end of the line reminding you to eat something.
Your aunt said your name and your eyes snapped open. It was perfect timing because tears were beginning to form at your lash line. She had turned around in her seat and was trying to get your attention.
You pulled your headphones down around your neck. “Sorry?”
“The lake,” the expression on her face harbored more excitement than you’d ever felt in your entire life. “Isn’t it gorgeous? We’re going to get pedicures at the spa tomorrow, I already booked it.”
You glanced at your father’s stoic profile and then back to Kim. You felt bad for your aunt, getting stuck on a trip with two sad, mopey fucks who were too depressed to get excited about the things that thrilled normal people. You were the walking wounded.
“Pedicures, great,” your smile did not reach your eyes, but she didn’t seem to notice, as her enthusiasm doggedly refused to wane.
It had been almost four months since you lost her, and the world was still too…bright. Everyone was so talkative and alive and you couldn’t relate.
You looked out over the smooth expanse of lake that was nestled perfectly in the trees like you were in some type of miniature scale model rebuild of a town. Your aunt asked your dad, Owen, if he was still listening to the news, and when he shook his head, she changed the radio station to a golden oldies station and was satisfied with the tune Big Girls Don’t Cry by Frankie Vallie.
“You’ll love this cabin, Bird,” your dad said to you as the Mercedes crested the hill and began to maneuver down to your destination on a narrow, two-lane highway flanked with towering trees. A big green and white sign welcomed them to Hawkins Landing. “There’s a whole top floor where you can set up for your lessons.”
You turned away, back to the window, hiding the way your nose wrinkled. You thought maybe a perk of this getaway would be to have a break from practicing the cello you’d been tied to for over a decade, but no luck. He’d been forced to give up his dream of being a musician, and now you were expected to carry the torch for him.
You tried to come up with one thing you did in life that was not to please someone else, or boost some idea they had about you, and couldn’t come up with squat.
Besides reading. And taking long walks with music to clear your head. Those two were yours, and they could only be taken from your cold, dead, hands.
From the Hawkins Landing brochure your aunt had given you, it was clear that the property was enormous. Some 30 or 40 guest cabins scattered around, a main house that functioned as a hotel but also housed two different restaurants. A golf course, boat rentals, tennis courts, an outdoor theater, and a third restaurant situated on the water. Along with the full service spa, there were indoor and outdoor swimming pools, plus any class you could imagine wanting to take, from salsa dancing and water skiing, to chess and crochet.
Hawkins Landing was like a camp for adults who enjoyed alcoholic beverages.
There was a security checkpoint at the main entrance with two guards inside. The taller one with the neatly trimmed red beard recognized your father from the jacket cover on one of his many books. Thrillers mostly, horror if you squint. He nervously asked for an autograph, but Owen was very polite, adjusting his tortoise shell glass as he took the black marker that the guard was offering him.
After the checkpoint, it wasn’t long before the road opened into an expansive rose garden with a large fountain dead center, and the big main house with its wrap-around porch just to the right. You pushed your sunglasses up to get a look at the people mingling around, getting the idea that the median age there was 45, and it was mostly families.
The guards had given your dad a foldout map of the property and told him to check in at the main house to get the keys to the cabin they were staying in. The car moved at a crawl at the roundabout, and then came to park where a sign announced new guest check-ins.
Your dad told you to sit tight while he went in to grab the keys, and your attention trailed off to a black golf cart with a white awning that wheeled in like a racecar and took position in front of the Mercedes. It sat there close to the curb, idling. You could see there was a woman behind the wheel, and she was looking straight ahead, giving you her profile. Chin length, dark gold hair, just long enough for a ponytail, and the words “Hawkins Landing Staff” written in yellow cursive on the back of her navy blue jacket. Where her sleeve was pushed up at her elbow, you noticed some type of tattooed lettering there, and her fingernails were painted black.
Up ahead, you caught sight of someone strolling down the sidewalk toward the car with a hand in his pocket. It was a guy with honey tipped chocolate hair styled in a pompadour with a curl that bounced at his forehead, wearing tan chinos and a maroon, button down short sleeve with the square bulge of a pack of smokes in his front pocket. A tattoo peeked out from the V of his shirt, and there was another design on his bicep. He wore a pinky ring on one hand and rolled a toothpick around in his mouth as he sidled up to the golf cart to say something to the woman driving it. They bumped knuckles and talked for a bit like they were very familiar, him with one foot up on the running board of the cart.
“Steve, there you are,” from the open window, your attention bounced to a short, dark haired woman who’d just come out of the building and stood alongside your dad on the sidewalk. A closer look told you that her name tag said Joyce.
The guy with the toothpick in his mouth straightened, smoothing the front of his shirt with his hand. “Hey Joyce, I was just—”
Apparently uninterested in what he was about to say, she took him by the crook of the arm. She introduced you all by your family name, and let him know that you were “her special guests”, and you assumed that had to do with your dad being a famous author, or maybe she said that about every new family. While you chose to not do much else than offer a small wave from the back seat like you had no autonomy, Kim got out to greet them properly.
“This is Steve,” Joyce gestured to him with a Vanna White hand. “If you ever want to take guitar lessons this summer, he’s one of our best.”
“Or, if you just want to have some fun,” Steve’s eyes seemed to be searching Kim’s face, and then he shrugged. “I mean, I run the boats on the dock too, so if you want to ski or—”
Kim got flustered and tried to find her words, fussing with the lapel of her corduroy jacket in a way you’d never witnessed before. “I’m…I mean, sure, who wouldn’t want to be on the lake at a place like this?”
Kim hated boats and got seasick very easily, so you found her new interest amusing.
Joyce politely waved Steve off and he went, albeit reluctantly, backing up with slow steps to wave farewell. The smile stretching across his face grew wider the longer Kim couldn’t take her eyes off of him. When he was finally jogging up the sidewalk to get to where he needed to be, Joyce continued to try and sell Kim and your dad on the resort, even though you were already booked for the month.
“Sunday night is Bingo night. There’s karaoke in The Antler Room on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and you need to check out our house band if you can. They’re playing tonight on the back patio, and the rhythm guitar is sensational. She used to perform with Vixen and Lita Ford,” she handed over the necessary keys and pointed the way to get to the cabin on the map.
“Just follow us,” Joyce said, hopping into the golf cart next to the girl with the forearm tattoo.
They led the way down a long, winding stretch with lush lawn and manicured hedges on either side, littered with people coming up from the pool in their bathing suits. There appeared to be a Tai Chi lesson happening on the lawn near the rose garden, and some type of painting class going on just above them on a balcony.
Made you wonder why summer people always had to stay so busy.
The cabin you’d be staying in was down a side road, tucked at the end of a private driveway with a view of the lake. It had five bedrooms, which was more than enough, but one of them would immediately turn into Owen’s writing room so that he could work on his latest novel.
You were careful to tuck your Walkman into your bag as the Mercedes coasted into its parking spot. Squinting up at the place, you were somewhat distracted by how much you liked the creepy, old feel of the whitewashed cabin, and you underestimated how far from the curb you were when you stepped out, stumbling to the side.
The girl with the forearm tattoo caught you in both arms, preventing you from putting all of your weight on your twisted ankle.
“Whoa,” she moved her supportive grip from your waist to your elbow as you righted yourself. “You okay?”
Your heart shot into your throat, and then you coughed a laugh, covering your face. “What a way to start the summer.”
She said her name was Robin, and there was a polite handshake exchange. She tripped over her words a bit. “It’s not every day that someone falls for me.”
“Well, I’m pretty clumsy, you might need to stay close,” and the two of you shared a self-conscious laugh as you led the way to the trunk full of baggage.
When you reached in to grab your suitcase, Robin teased, “hey, that’s my job,” before leaning further in to take the oddly shaped black hard case, the satin of her jacket skimming your arm. She struggled with it at first, but then held it up by the handle and gave you a sideways look.
“This yours?” She asked, cocking one eyebrow up. “You’re a musician?”
“No, well, yes I am but no I, I play the cello,” you stammered, not sure why it was hard to get the words out. “But here, I can carry that. It’s big and heavy and—”
Robin winked. “I got it,” and then she snatched another suitcase with the other hand and shuffled by you to make her way up to the porch.
Once you were all settled inside and Joyce had explained all of the amenities, you and Kim pushed back the curtains and watched the two go from the living room window. Just before they took off in the cart, Robin sent you a wave.
“She looks like a nice girl,” Kim had her arms folded over her chest. “Maybe the two of you could—”
“I know you’re worried about me, okay, but I don’t need to make any friends this summer,” you were holding the case for your cello in front of you with both hands, using it as a metaphorical barrier. “I like being alone.”
By the time you put your stuff away in the bedroom you’d be staying in, your dad was already typing away in his writing room, you could hear the keys of his Selectric click-clacking.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” you called across the rustic but spacious cabin living room. “I’m going to look around the main house.”
Kim barely caught your words as she was struggling with her glasses to read an ingredient label as she put some dry goods away in the kitchen. “Mhmm sounds good, have fun. Be back in time for dinner, we have reservations at…whatever that place is called. Your dad knows.”
You tapped the Swatch on your wrist and gave an absent wave over your shoulder.
With your headphones on, you made your way down to the main sidewalk that split off in two directions, bordering either side of the swimming pool and tennis courts. You found the bike path that wound down along the lake to the boat dock, and then up into a lush pocket of dense forest. Two teenage girls on rollerblades almost crashed into you as they bolted around the bend, giggling. Trying to decide if you wanted to go toward the water or into the woods, you watched a staff member veer off onto an uneven stone pathway and your curiosity was piqued.
Creeping along in their wake, you marched up a hill for what felt like forever, with Bring on the Dancing Horses by Echo and the Bunnymen playing in your ears, until you realized with a start that you’d already arrived at the main building. It loomed up ahead like a mansion from some old gothic romance novel.
You continued to plod your way along the trunks of trees, until you spotted a group having a chat on the wide porch, and took a few steps back.
They were all leaning against the railing in a semicircle, facing each other, so that you could see the Hawkins Landing Staff on the back of a few of their navy jackets.
One of them was Steve from earlier, next to him was a girl with a blonde ponytail, and then two others.
“I met that author guy today,” Steve took a drag and then blew the smoke up in the air, away from everyone’s face. “The one who wrote Darkness on the Hill, that one they made into a movie.”
You realized that it was your dad he was talking about.
Not looking where you were stepping, you caught your toe on a tree root and your arms windmilled before you were able to find your balance, floundering to duck behind another tree. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, trying not to gasp at the pain in your foot. Grimacing, you turned the volume down on the headphones that were around your neck to better hear what they were saying.
“That actor from that one show about law and order is staying in cabin 8,” the girl with the ponytail said. “Housekeeping says he finishes a bottle of whiskey a night.”
But then, there was another voice. “Now that sounds like a great fucking vacation to me,” followed by the heavy footfalls of boots on wood as a new person approached the group.
The sight of the new arrival made you feel like your brain was wiped clean—-the whole world came to a screeching halt.
Swallowing hard, all of your attention tunneled on him; his long dark hair with bangs that crowded his eyes, a thin but muscular build, tattoos scattered over his exposed arms, and a leather jacket hooked over his shoulder with one finger. He combed a hand through his hair as he walked, chunky metal rings catching the light, and headed over to the blonde girl. You took note of every movement as she passed him her half-smoked cig and he gave her a quick kiss on the temple.
Was that his girlfriend?
He stepped back to introduce the younger guy he had with him. “This Jamie, my new maintenance trainee,” he used the hand holding his smoke to point to each one on the balcony individually. You really didn’t pay attention until he got to the blonde one. “...that one there is the lovely Chrissy, and the moody one with the hairy chest is Steve. They’re the other musicians I told you about.”
Jamie had short black, curly hair and a hoop piercing in one ear. He lit his own smoke while the metalhead started in with a story about a pump exploding at the pool house, complete with wild hand gestures.
“Hey, there the fuck you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you losers.”
Another voice, another person making their way down the long stretch of squeaky wood planks from the front of the building. You stepped closer, snapping a twig under your foot, eliciting a worried lip bite.
Everyone stayed right where they were, but for Eddie who moved in front of Jamie in a protective way. The guy approaching at a stroll had very nondescript good looks with his wheat blonde hair in a tight cut that looked freshly trimmed. While the others were dressed more casually, this one wore a white dress shirt and tie with black trousers, as if he had some fancy place to be.
“You talking to me?” The metalhead flicked his cigarette ash and stepped forward to meet the new guy before he could come any closer to the group. “Cause, if so, you might want to change your tone, precious.”
“Eddie, don’t,” Chrissy said, and then she stood up, addressing the guy in the suit. “Jason, what the fuck do you want?”
Eddie, you moved your lips, whispering the name to yourself. His name was Eddie.
Jason put his hands up in mock surrender. “Why so hostile?” He turned to Eddie. “Joyce has been trying to find you for an hour. There’s a toilet backed up in one of the cabins, and trash that needs to go to the dump. Sounds to me like you’re having a hard time doing your job, Munson.”
You scuttled like a crab, moving to a spot where you could see their faces instead of the backs of their heads.
So that you could see Eddie’s face.
Steve checked his watch and pushed off of the railing to snub his cig out on the bottom of his shoe. “I gotta run. See you bastards at the show tonight,” he said in passing, shoving both hands into his trouser pockets. He walked right into Jason, shoulder checking him, before casually going on his way. Jason shot him an evil look.
“Well,” Eddie took a deep breath. “Tell Joyce I got the message,” and then he motioned for Jamie to follow him.
“Too bad we can’t take you out with the rest of the trash, freak,” Jason mumbled, loud enough for you to hear every word, and a tension crackled in the air.
The metalhead stopped dead in his tracks and drew his shoulders back.
When he finally turned on his heel, he wore a satisfied smirk, inclining his head, as if he’d been waiting for Jason to say something all along.
Chrissy moved as if she were about to go over and break up whatever was about to happen, but one of the others put a handout and stopped her.
“Just keep sending your laundry home to mommy, baby boy, and leave the real work to me,” Eddie said, and then he flicked the butt of his cigarette at Jason’s face.
Jason moved his head just in time so that the hot cherry missed his cheek by a hair and bounced off the wall behind him, spraying sparks. Chrissy and the others snickered at how beet red Jason’s face got, but he didn’t say another word, he just waited for Eddie and Jamie to be far enough away before he went back around to the front entrance.
When the coast was clear, you stood and made your way to the path again. With a curse you realized you were going to be late for that dinner reservation, and picked up speed to a slow, sad jog.
You found yourself thinking that maybe being trapped at Hawkins Landing for the summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Your aunt Kim gave you an exasperated look when you all finally sat down for dinner, being that you’d made everyone 20 minutes late for the reservation. There didn’t appear to be a single open table when you arrived, but Joyce had made sure to keep the one by the window facing the gardens open for your party. She came around to introduce the guy who was to be your waiter, and you sat up a little straighter in your seat when you realized it was Jason from earlier. The way he’d been dressed out on the porch made sense now, as his uniform was the same as all of the other waitstaff.
Near the end of the meal, Joyce returned to the table in her black pencil skirt and fitted jacket, but this time, she was with a guy who you could tell wanted to look like Don Johnson in Miami Vice, but it came off more as Gary from Weird Science.
“I'd like you to meet Troy, he’s the son of Mr. Brenner, the owner of the resort,” there was a reluctance about her, as if she’d been forced at gunpoint to introduce him.
Troy stared at you with an uncomfortable intensity, making your attention fall to your plate.
“I’m in charge when my father isn’t around,” Troy said with a smug grin, putting his hands in his white trouser pockets, and you spotted some type of metal retainer on his teeth.
Joyce cleared her throat, annoyed that his statement was far from true. But she recognized that it was part of her job to indulge the little shit.
“I just graduated with a business degree from Georgetown,” he gloated, giving you a wink. “This place will all be mine one day.”
Your father exchanged a look with your aunt over his chocolate mousse.
“Well, it’s nice to know someone else your age here, isn’t it, Bird? Maybe you two kids should go have some fun tonight,” Kim chirped.
If your aunt wasn’t so far away, you would’ve kicked her under the table.
Troy bent at the waist so that his face wasn’t far from yours. “I’d love to show you around after dinner, if you’re interested in a tour?”
Before you could issue a vague excuse like, “sorry I can’t, I have a headache,” Kim spoke for you again.
“I think that’s a great idea,” she even clapped her hands, applauding it.
In the end, you went with him to make Kim happy, to get her off your back, hopefully for the rest of the trip.
An hour or two with a pretentious prick wouldn’t hurt you.
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Troy wasn’t bad company, but he was quite full of himself. He had interesting stories about his extensive travels, but then he also told awkward stories that were possibly fibs about how many models he’d dated, and expanded on how he wanted to be married with two kids by the time he was 30.
You, on the other hand, couldn’t imagine thinking that far ahead, and he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgewise.
You followed close behind through the huge, busy kitchen of the restaurant you’d just dined in, and he tried to hold your hand when he introduced you to the head chef, but you were sly, and pulled it away to cross your arms over your chest. He gave you a tour of the ballroom and took a stroll through the other restaurant on the opposite end of the building that had a much more relaxed feel, low lighting, red carpet, and a bar at the center.
You went down to the boat docks and walked along the pier. The stars were breathtaking, but Troy didn’t notice, he was too busy trying to convince you to go out on his boat with him. You declined, taking a page from Kim’s book to mention a freshly born curse of violent seasickness.
You had your elbows on the railing at the pier, enjoying the velvet reflection of the crescent moon in the lake, and you could feel your jaw grow tense under the weight of Troy’s stare.
On the verge of telling him you were ready to head back to your cabin, the sound of music drifted down from somewhere on the property.
Yes, no mistaking, it was Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money, but it was being executed with someone else’s voice, and whoever that person was had some serious pipes.
And then there was the distinct sound of a feminine voice chiming in with the parts from the song Be My Baby Now by the Ronettes in the chorus.
"Is that a live band?" You turned away from him to try and find the source of the music. It wasn’t coming from the restaurant on the water or any of the cabins to your right.
"There's a cover band every Friday out behind the main house. You want to check it out?" He held the crook of his arm out to you and hesitated before you took it. His ego sufficiently stroked now that you wanted to spend more time with him.
Around the side of the building, overlooking the golf course, was a huge, fenced in back patio garden area with a private hot tub and pool for hotel guests. Troy led you through a white arbor wound with ivy to find that there were plenty of people mingling, drinking, and dancing. The area was mostly manicured lawn, with stone pathways meandering around from a concrete floor that was right in front of the small riser that was meant to be a stage. You imagined that a million weddings had taken place there.
At the door was a bar, and Troy got you a flute of champagne, which you downed with abandon and asked for another. While he was getting your second glass, you made your way along under several boughs of white string lights to get a view of the stage and who was performing the top tier Eddie Money cover.
Just as you stepped into the crowd of people shuffling to the beat, you stopped dead in your tracks.
There he was at the mic: Eddie the metalhead.
Guitar slug low at his hips, wearing a tuxedo with light blue cummerbund and bow tie, his hair neatly combed back and fixed into a knot at the back of his head so that you could really see the curves of his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was performing the song against his will.
The rest of the band were dressed similarly, and you instantly knew the one strumming the bass guitar as Steve, and the woman on backup vocals rocking on the rhythm was Chrissy, who wore a conservative skirt and flats. There was also a keyboardist and a drummer, both of whom you did not recognize.
“What’s your major?” Troy asked, breaking your reverie to pass you the glass of champagne. “In college?”
You were confused for a second but then, “oh, I took the year off to…figure some things out.” The full truth of it was that you had dropped out completely and had no intention of going back.
“I spent a summer in Greece my freshman year,” he offered, unprovoked. “The women there are, wow, so smoking hot.”
The song finished and Eddie took his tuxedo jacket off, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, exposing the scattered tattoos you’d noticed earlier. He leaned over to whisper something to Chrissy, motioned at the drummer, and then stepped back into place, brushing a loose wisp of hair off his cheek.
“Find someone special for this next one,” he told the crowd, and was answered with a rush of murmurs.
The first notes to In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, a slow song, lit up the space, and your stomach tightened, fearing that Troy would ask you to dance. As he escorted you to the floor, you tried to keep your head down and stay to the back of the crowd, but Troy kept maneuvering you closer to the stage.
I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
You watched the performance from over Troy’s shoulder and followed his lead, shifting from foot to foot. You were mesmerized by the muscles in Eddie’s hands as he played each note, and the way Chrissy came in like an angel on the chorus.
He’d captured the attention of everyone in the garden at that moment, and there was a group of women watching him from the sidelines, whispering to each other, possibly about how they wanted to eat him alive.
They were all thinking the same thing you were: Eddie was magic.
He liked to close his eyes when he sang, so you weren’t expecting him to be staring right at you when he opened them again.
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
He wouldn’t break eye contact, so you eventually had to; the intensity of it was giving you butterflies.
Troy stepped back and tried to get your attention. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
You nodded, but your gaze only drifted back to Eddie. Troy followed your line of sight and then dropped both of his hands with a frustrated cluck of his tongue.
"What the hell is he doing up there?" He hissed to himself when it dawned on him that Eddie had been behind the mic that whole time. "That's our goddamn maintenance guy. He shouldn't be up there."
In a huff, Troy pushed through the crowd and headed over to one of the other staff members against the fence. Bird could see him shouting and pointing over at the stage. Whatever the staff guy said did not seem to cheer him up a bit, and he came back to your side, shrugging his shoulders.
"I guess our normal front man Drew has the flu," he reported back. "It's just so hard to find reliable help these days."
Eddie was making the song his own, and that was what you liked about it.
“Let’s get out of here,” Troy put his hand on your lower back to escort you out. “The music sucks.”
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It was 9:30 when you made it back to the main foyer, standing in the middle of the lobby next to an obnoxious floral arrangement, when Troy tried to get you to go back to his cabin and watch a movie, only to get respectfully declined.
“Don’t worry about your parents,” Troy said, brushing his finger over your chin. “They know you’re with me, so they’re probably the happiest parents at Hawkins Landing.”
The guy had quite an ego on him, you had to give him that. It was unsurpassed by most.
In the end, you got away, and as soon as your Mary Jane’s hit the cobblestones outside the front door, you could feel yourself trotting at a quicker pace, eager to put some distance between you and Troy and everyone else, for that matter. You didn’t stop until you were far enough away from the main hotel to be able to check over your shoulder and not see it through the trees.
It was then that you realized that you had a free chunk of time, and you could do with it whatever you wished. Your dad would think you were still with Troy, and as long as you made it back to the cabin before midnight, they wouldn’t worry.
As much as it was the dead of summer, Indiana by the water had very cool nights, and you buttoned up the jean jacket you were wearing just as you noticed a yellow sign on a lamppost to the right that said: Staff Quarters, No Guests Allowed Beyond This Point
And that made you want to venture in even more.
You checked around to make sure there was no one there to notice that you blatantly ignored the sign, and just kept going. The path at your feet changed from stone to a well-worn dirt path through the grass, and it wasn’t long before you could hear the sound of music erupting in the distance.
You passed by staff quarters, a few weathered red cabins with white trim, lined close together, and there were some people hanging out on their porches who gave you curious looks, but didn’t seem too concerned with your presence.
Following the source of the music, you descended down into unknown, poorly lit territory that no longer looked like it was part of the Hawkins Landing property.
(song playing in the distance is Dangerous Meeting by Mercyful Fate)
It was then that you noticed a pale yellow light coming from the windows of a building up ahead. Just as the dirt path turned to gravel, you identified the music you were hearing as heavy metal, and it was bolstered by distinct shouts and cheers, even a high-pitched scream or two.
“Hey,” a voice startled you from out of the dark and you jumped. “What are you going out here?”
Heart racing, you spun around to find out it was Robin.
She was struggling to carry several things in her arms as she walked and you rushed over to her.
“Where did you come from?” You asked, grinning ear to ear at how glad you were to see someone familiar.
“My cabin is right over there,” she bucked her chin in a direction behind you.
She had a crossbody bag over her shoulder, an amp in one hand, and she was juggling two guitar cases, one of which she fumbled, and you managed to catch it before it hit the ground. You wrapped your arms around the hard case with the Scorpions sticker on it, silently offering to carry it the rest of the way.
“You don’t have to—” Robin started, adjusting the bag over her shoulder.
“I want to,” you looked back up at the house where the music was coming from, assuming that was where she was headed. “I carry that big cello around all the time, remember? I’m used to it.”
Robin moved her jaw from side to side and she looked conflicted. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Your eyes were still locked on the house hidden in the trees. “What is that place?”
“Listen,” she gave you an imploring look. “I will get in so much trouble if they find out you came out here. Your dad won’t want you here, trust me.”
Her warning did nothing to squelch your curiosity. “I’m a big girl, I go wherever I want. Plus, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Besides,” she gave you a knowing look, raising her eyebrow. “If your boyfriend Troy finds out you were here, Brenner will fire all of us.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you snapped. But then, softer, you added, “I barely just met him tonight.”
Robin wasn’t in the mood to try and rip the guitar out of your hands, and so, with a heavy sigh, she caved.
“Fine,” she sighed. “But stay close to me, okay? You’re not at the resort anymore, sweetheart.”
You nodded, waiting for her to lead the way.
She took a step forward and then stopped and turned on her heel to point at the instrument in your arms.
“Be extra careful with that, it’s Eddie’s baby. He’ll grow horns if anything happens to it.”
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Hi! If you are familiar with the movie Dirty Dancing, you have an idea about what scene is coming up next. I've really enjoyed lining up certain events with the movie, but things will obviously be different in this because I want it to have some surprises in store for you.
Every chapter from here on out will start with a list of the songs, ones that will give hints for what to expect. I wanted to make music a big part of this fic, because it was a huge deal in the movie, and the original soundtrack is still dear to me.
as always, thank you so much for reading and interacting with this story! Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated. or send me an ask and let me know what you think ❤️
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🌷○•･{Change Of Pace}
♡Luke Castellan x fem!Demeter reader
♥︎Summary: you and Luke are good friends but that’s it, right? || Luke Castellan Blurb!
☆Warning: none!
★A/N: I’ve only read the first book and a bit of the second + the two movies so I’ll be basing Luke off of the series(Charlie Bushnell)
♪ credits: i forgot where I found the divider but it isn’t mine so if someone knows who it belongs to please let me know!<3
+ Barely proof-read🤧
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“I mean he’s cute and all I won’t deny that but I don’t like him like that.” You told your friend in Aphrodite cabin.
“Love, are you sure?” She asked “I mean you two just have this weird connection, not in a bad way of course it’s kinda cute if you ask me.” Your friend huffed.
“Oh I’m sure, he’s just a real good friend you know.” You reassured.
“Sure.” She stated “speak of the devil!” The girl spoke up at the sight of Luke from behind your figure.
You turned around still tense from his sudden arrival.
Sure he made you nervous at times but that’s just cause you really look up to him as a friend, right?
“Oh, hey Luke!” You smiled shifting your position on the bench to face him.
“Hey.” He replied.
“Mind if I steal her for a bit?” He asked your friend.
“Sure, she’s all yours.” The girl said with a smirk.
You felt your face heat up.
You didn’t have a crush on Luke, did you?
You’re just overthinking it.
He looked back at you looking for approval.
You simply nodded with a smile and got up, what else were you going to do?
“So? Where are you taking me Mr. Castellan?” You asked.
“You’ll see, just be patient.” He reassured.
“Okay.” You sighed.
He continued to guide you to this ‘mystery location’, you hope you’ll be able to find your way back but who are you kidding you’d be happy get lost with Luke.
Maybe you had to accept that you may have a little tiny crush on the boy but there no harm in having a crush.
“We’re here.” The boy turned back to you interrupting your thoughts.
“Where exactly is here?” You comment.
“Here, just close your eyes.” He instructed.
“Why?” You questioned.
“Just close ‘em, trust me.” He reassured.
“Okay, okay.” You chuckled.
“Here.” He began to guide you to your location, his hand was placed softly on your waist.
His hand placement and close proximity was driving you crazy, and more so what this so seemed surprise was and when you were going to see it.
“You can open your eyes now.” Luke spoke.
You opened your eyes and you were met with a beautiful array of different kinds of flowers and plants.
“Luke, this is-“ you didn’t have words.
“I know you could easily grow something like this yourself, but when I found this I couldn’t help but think of you.” The boy blushed.
You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless, it felt you were being over dramatic but how else would one of Demeter’s daughters react when faced with a secret garden that’s been here for years maybe.
“It’s beautiful!” You said heading into the small garden.
“Yeah, it is…” All the boy could do was stare at you as he mindlessly agreed.
“Oh god Luke, you’re too sweet!.” You turned to the boy.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” He sighed in relief.
“I more than like it Luke, I absolutely love it thank you so much.” You told the boy as you brought him in for a hug.
He froze for a moment.
It wasn’t often he got flustered.
Especially around his friends.
But you two were different.
“Anytime (Name).”
He wrapped his arms around you, savoring the hug.
It wasn’t often either you had moments like this.
It was nice.
He was nice.
Maybe you had a little more than a crush on Luke Castellan.
And maybe he was head over heels for you too.
But for Luke, you wouldn’t mind.
Neither of you would.
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A/N: I originally wrote this with Apollo reader in mind but I suddenly changed it to Demeter to fit with the story. Also this is my first time writing for Luke so I hope it wasn’t the worse🤧.<3
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#x reader#pjo#pjo series#pjo tv show#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#charlie Bushnell
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Hey, whoever requested the last one did great but now it's my turn, I can ask for the same thing in a Luke Jealous mission but in my case it would be Dark Luke.
Luke Castellan. If I kill someone for you
Dark!Luke Castellan X Aphrodite!Daughter!Reader
Summary: talking with you is one thing, but flirting? The audacity of a man.
Reader and Luke are not in a relationship.
Warning: 16+, obsessive behavior, Luke is a pervert, canon universe, non-canon quest, Reader doesn't have a lot of dialogues, original character(s), not beta read, one shot, no smut obv, issues, jealousy, I wrote this instead of sleeping, GDoV, murdering, Luke is a killer, a murderer and a man known for his beauty 🤭🤭, Luke can't stop yapping 🤷, implied manipulation, ooc, cnc
3 posts in a day? Shockers, I'm a champ now mom 💯
A/n: since some of the requests are "Jealous Luke" and "Dark Luke" I decided to merge it into one! Also feel free to request other characters. Fyi, you can request Bianca/Leo/Nico/Will/Etc & gender! It can be M/F/Non-bi , you can choose which gods you want to be the godly parent too 🎀 I don't have a life and I'm free 24/7
One thing that Luke Castellan knows about you is that you are most likely Aphrodite's favourite daughter, - you shine so brightly that others are drawn to you, you're gorgeous and everyone knows that.
He, himself, can't help but worries his own obsession with you has turned worse since the past few years since he first saw you.
He starts stealing your belongings, particularly your undergarments. It was supposed to be a normal thing, like stealing your pen and your used shirt, but when he saw the laundry basket next to your bed, he couldn't help but reach for your pretty pink frilly panties.
He was glad he always wore cargo trousers. It's easy to hide your undergarments that way - a smirk appeared on his face at the thought of it.
Fortunately, no one was present when he left the Aphrodite Cabin. That is, until he heard Chris call his name. "Hey man - Mr.Chiron called us for another teammate's quest selection".
"Oh? Let's go," he says with a forced smile.
Well that was a few days ago and now he's stuck with a dude from Apollo Cabin and most importantly he's stuck with you.
He extended his hand. "(Name), isn't it?" he asked. "Camp Half Blood golden boy isn't it?" You tease.
Luke's gaze darted around the forest clearing, and he blushed; he hadn't realised your hand was shaking his extended hand.
Ethan Calixto. He's such a sight for sore eyes. Flirting with you in front of Luke. 'The audacity of a man', he thought to himself.
He pursed his lips, a slight furrow between his brows as he stared pointedly at Ethan, and with an icy coldness.
"We're here to go on a quest, not flirt," he scoffed.
If Luke had wanted to, he would have killed Ethan. Oh my gods, he has so many ideas, but his favourite is definitely killing the poor dude!
To show how satisfying it was to watch Ethan slowly slide against the wall with his back, leaving straight, thick red lines behind. His trembling mouth was trying to say something. He vomited a lot of blood, and the light reflections on his irises faded away.
But that was just one of his million ideas and he isn't trying to spend his time on a dude who's not worthy of your present.
Being Aphrodite's daughter does not imply that you are only an expert in Amokinesis, beauty, and French. You might just be Athena's daughter, based on the way you make plans.
Ethan, in an attempt to impress you, denies your plans and instead devises a terrible plan that he believes is a good idea. Luke dismisses, "Just because you can doesn't mean you should".
Now that irritates Luke. Ethan's ideas were terrible, but since this is his quest, you simply accept them, and Luke follows your lead, not without considering murdering Ethan in a different way.
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Luke's eyes flickered with irritation, but he maintained composure. "Charisma is just one aspect of a successful quest. Cooperation is equally crucial."
As preparations began, tension lingered in the air. During another strategy meeting, Ethan emphasized his ideas, seemingly ignoring Luke's input. The latter bit his tongue, suppressing his desire to straight up murdering Ethan.
In the forest, while navigating a maze of twists and turns, Ethan made a questionable decision. Luke couldn't hold back any longer. "Ethan, are you sure about this path? It seems risky," he suggested, his patience wearing thin.
Ethan waved him off. "Relax, Castellan. I've got it under control. Your input isn't necessary."
The words stung, but Luke remained composed. You observed the escalating tension between the two. Luke, determined to prioritize the mission, restrained himself from confronting Ethan directly.
Ethan, with a sly grin, addressed Luke. "Castellan, do you have any issues with how I'm leading this quest?"
Luke sighed, choosing his words carefully. "I just think we should work together more closely. It's about teamwork, not individual glory."
Ethan chuckled condescendingly. "Teamwork, huh? Maybe if you were more decisive, we wouldn't need this discussion."
That causes Luke to snap. While you were sleeping like a sleeping beauty, Luke took advantage of the opportunity to photograph you with the stolen phone he was holding.
"For the latter," he thought to himself, chuckling.
Given that Ethan is also sleeping at the moment, Luke decides to murder him. Why? Because he was a nuisance standing in the way. One thing was certain: Luke was glad he asked Demeter's son for a poison plant a few weeks ago. He used the excuse of wanting to study about it.
Hemlock a relatively common plant that has been used to execute criminals throughout history, most notably the Greek philosopher Sokrates in 399 BC. By pulverizing the fruit after shelling it, then spread a thin layer of the powder over a cup of water. It takes approximately 0.5 grammes to kill an adult.
How would he die? It paralyses the spinal cord starting at the feet, and he dies within 30 minutes to 5 hours. What's the cause? Respiratory paralysis occurs while fully conscious.
And that was something Luke Castellan enjoyed about murdering. This is his third victim, and he's only 19 years old, but who are the gods to judge his actions?
"are you awake yet?" He said with bitterness. Ethan's groggy eyes snapped to Luke as he realised he was tied to a tree.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ethan yelled out. "Hmm? I wonder what I'm doing." Luke ponders.
Luke smiled as Ethan struggled to free himself from the tree. "You shouldn't do that y'know, you're letting out too much noise to my liking"
Luke continues, "I thought Apollo's children were known for their foresight? Can't you see your future? I thought you were smart.."
"Shut the hell up Castellan, my dad's going to murder you!" Ethan's voice was strained as he yelled at Luke.
The realisation dawned on him, "fuck" Ethan cursed, and he lost feeling in his legs.
"What did you do to me, monster?" he spit out. "Oh I don't know just some Hemlock" Luke says with a grin, "I can't wait to see you die in a few hours!" He said that with a crazy look on his face.
"FUCK YOURSELF CASTELLAN"
Luke quickly returned to you and noticed you rubbing your eyes. "Good morning sleeping beauty, did you get a good night's sleep?" Luke teases.
You groaned, "What time is it?".
"It's only 2am way too early for you y'know go back to sleep."
You look around your surroundings and notice that Ethan is not with you. "Where's Ethan?" You speak up.
"nothing you should worry about, I think he's just taking a dump somewhere" said Luke with a laugh.
You chuckle nervously, noticing Luke's facial cuts and bruises. You decide not to be a busy body, you simply return to sleep, which Luke appreciates.
"good girl" he grinned.
Waiting for a few hours was boring, so Luke decided to visit Ethan again because why not? It's enjoyable just to see the man cry out in pain.
Luke quickly made his way deeper into the forest, noting that there were no signs of yelling or grunting. "oh? dead already that was fast."
Of course, he didn't want the cops and detectives prying into his life, so he sloppily buried Ethan near the trees, removing all traces of human presence.
He wasn't Demeter's child, so he doesn't know how to properly bury someone, and he couldn't care less about Ethan fucking Calixto.
Now he can have you all to himself, with no one to disrupt your interaction. It was finally 7 a.m., and the sun was casting a warm glow as you rose, just like a sun god would.
"Luke?" You groaned. "Hmm?" He sat there with food in front of him: toast with a sunny side egg. "Is that food or am I in heaven?" You make jokes.
"I cook this for you being the eldest makes me a great cook," he says, flashing his perfect pearly white teeth to you.
You immediately felt at ease and decided to sit next to him and eat your food quietly.
"I wonder where Ethan is?" You ponder.
"Are you not charmed by my present that you need another man?" He snapped. Oh, oh his bad side is beginning to emerge.
"w-what no! I'm worried because he chose us for this quest to keep him safe and fight alongside him." You explained.
1 minutes.
Another 4 minutes have passed.
Making it 5 minutes already and Luke Castellan is not helping.
It is beginning to bother you that he did not look for Ethan. What if he died due to your incompetence? What if he was killed by a bear while sleeping? But. When was Luke ever asleep? He couldn't possibly have murdered Ethan, could he?
"don't worry your pretty head" he finally breaks the silence.
"what did you do to him?" You muttered. "Ethan? Oh not so much" he said softly trying not to scare you.
Your tears were threatening to fall any second now. "D-did you k-kill him?" You gulp. "Maybe," he smiles, placing his hand on your cheeks.
His hands make you all soft and putty. "I know you're scared, my sweet girl." He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I will take care of you. You do not need to do anything. Okay?"
He's such a sweet talker that you're worried you'll excuse the fact that he murdered someone. You don't even mind the fact that his hands are engulfing your thighs, palms running up and down the exposed skin in mindless motions.
His brown eyes are staring at you. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. You may have been scared, but that did not stop you from mindlessly nodding.
After all, you were a little messed up in the head, just like him.
#luke pjo#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#charlie bushnell#oc#pjo tv show#pjo series#non canon#pjo#pjo fandom#pjo fanfic#chris rodriguez
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Needy, Needy, Needy
This fic was an absolute pain to end. I think I wrote the ending of it in, like, five different ways before actually ending it. Not to mention how this plot was completely different when I first started out. The fic's original name was "Can I have your name?" but try as I might, I could not get the plot I had for that to flow. So, I hope you all enjoy a funky little fairy boy.
TW: Yandere themes, manipulation, Hyrule purposefully letting himself get hurt, possessive themes, delusional thoughts, a few suggestive moments (nothing explicit), Hyrule's an absolute stinker
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The light that filtered through the trees dappled the forest scene below in blotches of gold. A spring breeze blows sweetly through the woods and Hyrule feels the wind ruffle up his fluffy hair. He doesn’t bother to fix it because that meant he had to move. And he would sooner die than do that right now.
A hand comes back down to his head and nestles itself into his brown locks. An item, soft and fresh, is placed in his hair before the hand retreats. The hand isn’t gone for long as it returns to his hair again in a few moments to put another item in his hair. Hyrule hums and turns his head to the side to expose more untouched patches of hair. In doing so, he gets to bury his face further into the crease where your thighs and abdomen met. The action elicits a giggle from you and Hyrule believes he’s finally ascended to heaven.
“When I’m done with you, you’re sooner going to be a flower boy than a fairy boy,” Hyrule hears you giggle from above. He snorts in response and cuddles in closer. He takes in a deep breath and relishes odor that greets him. It was overly musky but it was you and that meant it was the smell of home.
“Mmm… I don’t mind,” the brunette sighs out and finally cracks open his eyes to stare at you. And you’re nothing short of beautiful. Golden light framing your hair still messed up from your recently shed helmet. Eyes and lips crinkled into a serene expression. Every part of you just screamed divinity.
Although divine was the word that best suited you, Hyrule also found you to be sweet. Sweet like honey fresh and dripping from the comb. Sweet like the snacks he liked to munch on whenever no one was looking (you almost always caught him, though, and claimed he’d rot out his teeth one day). Sweet like the warm and thick emotion that would pump through his veins and flood his heart when he was held in your arms. Your love poured and flowed through him like hot syrup and it made him giddy and high like nothing else could.
Your hands snaked under Hyrule’s arms and forced him up. He whined and wobbled his lip at you but you refused to give in. The two of you walked over to the still waters of the pond beside where the great fairy resided and you had him look down at his reflection. His hair was filled with all sorts of flowers and even a few sprigs of berries. He blushed at the sight but the wide smile on your face made it clear how happy his new hair accessories made you. To see such joy fill your face made Hyrule a weak, weak man.
But he’s your weak man.
And the ring that hangs from the chain on your neck should make that obvious.
Hyrule wish he wasn’t such a clutz in presenting it to you, though. He had practiced his lines dozens of times, learned your schedule when camp was set up to find the moment in time you were least occupied, and even learned a few poetic flares from Wars. And what did he do when the moment came?
He shoved the ring into your hands while stumbling over his words like a toddler still learning to talk- in front of everyone. Even worse? The ring didn’t even properly fit.
Through some manner of luck, though, you kept the ring. Hung it from your neck and barely removed it from your person. You didn’t act like his fiance, much to his displeasure, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. You just had so much love to give and he knew his brothers deserved it after how cruel fate and the gods have been to them all. Don’t think he’ll be as lenient when he’s with you back in your world, though. Like any lover, he doesn’t appreciate a homewrecker.
“C’mon, you two- we need to get a move on,” Time called out and Hyrule was sorely reminded that the two of you weren’t exactly alone. He grumbles some less than pretty words under his breath and finds his heart breaking as you heed the older man’s words and move away. Hyrule tries to stare down Time where he stands but the blonde brushes him off as if he wasn’t there. To add insult to injury, Time loops his arm with yours and leads you to the front of the group he shouldn’t be allowed to do that he’s not your fiance stop it stop it stop it!
Sensing the sour mood surrounding him, neither Wild or Legend talk to the brunette as the group travels onward. You’re stationed at the front of the group with Time walking ahead of you and with Warriors and Twilight at your sides. As much as Hyrule loved everything about you, he wished you didn’t end up favoring the heavy armor you wore or the mace you wielded especially given it’s hidden meaning and much less hidden claim on you by another man. If you were sooner like Wild and preferred a bow or used magic like he did, you wouldn’t be placed at the front of the group every single time.
He hated these moments. Any moment he was away from your side, any moment your attention wasn’t on him, and especially any moment you weren’t within eyesight. He knew he shouldn’t feel like this but he can’t help it and he doesn’t want to. With the shit he’s been through, he thought he’d never find happiness. Then… he stumbled through a portal and met his brothers. It almost brought tears to his eyes when he realized he wasn’t alone in his pain and that these men understood him and didn’t try to kill him on sight. And then you, Hylia’s apology for what she’s done, came into his life.
You were what convinced Hyrule that happiness was not only possible for him, but also something he deserved. Unlike others who would boast about Hyrule’s achievements until they turned blue and he turned red, you whispered them. You talked to him so sweetly about all he’s done like it’s a humble fairy tale and not a ballad to be sung. Hyrule appreciated that- he appreciates you. You, more than anyone, understand he’s naturally shy and reserved and approach him as such. You don’t force him to boast or seek out glory because you’re happy with just him. And he’s over the moon with you.
You were just the best fiance Hyrule could ever ask for. The sun to his moon, the sword to his shield, and the peanut butter to his grape jelly. You both completed each other and evened each other out into a pitch perfect harmony. While he preferred to be light on his feet and leaned towards his magic, you were all brawn and blunt with your mace in hand and cloaked in steel. Whenever he’d shy away from interacting with strangers or just talking in general, you were quick to speak for him and allow him his space. When he was about to get lost or wander off without realizing it, you were quick to be by his side and steer him back to the correct course.
It’s because of this balance you brought that made Hyrule so… clingy.
Without you, that balance was off. And when the balance is off, Hyrule feels upset and sick. So, no you equals no happiness. And Hyrule could do… drastic things when he was unhappy.
One time, he had purposefully allowed himself to wander too close to a cliff during a fight. He tumbled down the rocky slope along with the chuchu that had attacked him. He received dozens of cuts, bruises, and even acid burns along with a broken ankle and wrist. Because of this horrendous “accident”, it forced the group to stay in a town for a week while he was regularly healed to speed up the recovery process. The scoldings from the others went in one ear and out the other because you were there. You were the one who dressed his wounds, who helped him eat, and even helped to bathe him. You were the one who roomed with him and always ended up in the same bed with him because he was hurting so bad! Please just cuddle with him and rub away his aches and kiss away his pain. Please? Ignore how he’s pressed up against you so closely that the only way he could get closer would be to crawl down your throat.
Another time, he let his jealousy get the better of him. When the group had stopped to set up camp, Hyrule helped get things unpacked. Strangely enough, though, a few things got mixed up and suddenly fingers were pointing at each other as to who did what. You naturally butted in to try and settle the argument and Hyrule patiently waited to the side while you did. When you eventually got fed up with trying to quell the shouting men, you slinked away to take a breather. Hyrule was at your side before you could even sit down. He busied himself in helping you shed your armor and whispered gentle praise to you while he helped massage out the knots in your neck and shoulders. Ignore them for a while, hm? Just stay with him by the creek and let them sort out their business. But… since you’re both already here, why not take a dip? The water’s rather refreshing and it never hurts to clean up. Plus, wouldn’t it be so romantic to wade out into the deeper waters underneath the moonlight with the both of you bare as the day you were born? The two of you were engaged and Hyrule believed that the two of you deserved some needed alone time.
There were countless times Hyrule had gotten up to shenanigans to get your attention back onto him. He had fairy blood in him so such trickery came naturally to him. Not that you needed to know about all of his little games, though. He could only imagine the cold shoulder you would give him and that in and of itself would be his end.
Thankfully enough, it didn’t take the whole day to reach the next town. As everyone settled into the inn, everyone began to go about their usual routine. Warriors and Twilight went off to talk to the nearest stable to get Epona settled in while Legend and Sky went off to purchase needed amenities. Wild weaseled himself into the kitchen to prepare dinner after Time intimidated persuaded the innkeeper into letting them use it. Wind had wandered off to somewhere but Hyrule wasn’t too concerned on keeping track of the boy.
Unusually, though, Time was the one taking stock off the current supplies and not Four. The reason? That damned armor of yours. Protective and sturdy as it was, it wasn’t unbreakable. During the walk to the town, Four had noticed that the right pauldron creaked against the metal plates of your armor in a way they shouldn’t. Thus, he had requested to examine the armor when they arrived in town. Hyrule doesn’t understand how taking off the whole cuirass was necessary for a little touch up, though.
Hyrule was thankful for meeting all of his brothers and getting close to them, but he learned that family can get… complicated. Complicated was easily a good way to explain how Hyrule felt towards the little blacksmith. He was a great guy, good in his craft, and often a welcome voice of reason when things got out of hand. He was the one who kept the armory of the group in tip top shape. He had to thank Four for many things but there was also a point of conflict between the two of them. You.
Hyrule’s not blind. He’s only lived for as long as he has due to his trained eyes and ears. He knows that when that armor was finally finished and gifted to you, it was far more than just armor. Much like the ring that Hyrule had gifted you, it was a symbol of claim. Just thinking about the heart eyes Four would give you whenever you were donning the armor made Hyrule sick. It was also a blow to his self-esteem as, compared to the ring, it was far more practical. It kept you safe and saved your life constantly whereas the ring Hyrule gifted you wasn’t even magical. It was a band of polished silver versus an entire set of steel plate armor, for crying out loud! Talk about an unfair match up.
When Hyrule looked back to you and Four he wanted to rip his hair out. You had been sat down on a chair while Four was on your lap. Based on how the smithy was touching your shoulder and messing with a strip of measuring tape, it seemed like he was just doing his “job” and readjusting your armor. Hyrule knew better, though. Four didn’t need to be on your lap to do this. He didn’t need to be so handsy with your bare skin. Hell, Four didn’t even need to retake your measurements as it seems he does so nearly every other week! Hyrule knows you’re gaining muscle, but not that fast!
The brunette grinds his teeth together and tries not to let his simmering anger show on his face as Four just plops himself down on your lap and gets comfortable. It’s clear that he’s done doing whatever he has to do so he should be getting off and leaving you alone but nooooooo! He’s sitting on your lap, soaking up your attention, even leaning his head against your chest, and his hands are still touching you. Were Hyrule a larger and stronger man Like Twilight, he would’ve just picked up the midget and punted him out the door.
What can Hyrule do? How can he put your attention back on him? Does he cause a scene? Does he have an accident in the kitchen and maybe cut or burn himself? Does he switch out a few belongings in the others bags so they’ll argue with each other when they get back? What can he do?!
“(Name), I’ve been meaning to ask- are you alright?” Time pipes up and Hyrule shifts his darkened eyes over to him. C’mon… don’t add him to the mix! The Old Man is even worse to deal with!
“I’m quite fine. Uhm, why do you ask?” You respond with a puzzled expression.
“You seemed to have gotten a bit heated with those two travelers earlier, that’s all. What was that even about?” Time questions. Ah, that. Hyrule wasn’t there the entire time you had the argument, but he saw you nearly storm away from the two novice adventurers. If he remembered correctly, you had just tried to be helpful and give them advice but it’s clear they took it the wrong way.
“Don’t worry about it- just two beginners unwilling to take some advice. I think we’ve all gone through that bullheaded phase before,” You replied in a dismissive manner. It didn’t bother you, which is good, but you had been bothered and that was not good. Hyrule wouldn’t mind going off to find these two adventurers to give them a piece of his mind, but he had a better idea when he saw Four’s eyes fill with blue and violet.
“Let’s just hope we don’t run into them again, yeah? Even once you left, those two jerks just couldn’t seem to keep their mouths shut! The things I heard them say were entirely uncalled for. From your attitude to your figure to even your armor!” Hyrule growled and crossed his arms as he spun a little lie. He watched Four out of his peripherals and saw the little smithy shaking in place. The color of his eyes were twisting and turning like a nest of agitated snakes. All he had to do now was separate you from Four and Hyrule could whisk you away.
“Hyrule, drop it,” You tutted and the brunette threw his hands up in mock surrender. He let a grin slip when you moved Four off of your lap and got up. You walked off and up the stairs but Hyrule lagged behind. He continued to watch Four and how the Colors within him were clearly arguing. His eyes shifted from wobbly red and verdant green to brash and violent blue. After a few seconds, calm and calculating violet cascaded over his irises before the smithy exited from the inn.
Hyrule couldn’t hold in the pep in his step or stop himself from humming under his breath as he caught up to you. He followed you into your room and closed the door behind the two of you. He leaned against the door and watched as you began to settle in for the night. How your skilled and nimble fingers messed with the clasps of the rest of your armor and removed it. How you began to shed the layer of padding you wore beneath the steel. How your skin shone with a thin sheet of sweat and how the muscles hiding under neath a layer of fat flexed and moved with every little thing you did. Hyrule tried not to pout when you got dressed back up in your nighttime linens.
As you slipped into bed, Hyrule dived between you and the blankets. He ignored your grunts or your complaints as he nuzzled up to your body. He intertwined his legs with yours, nestled his head beneath your chin, and wrapped and arm around your waist and let his hand rest on your thigh. His other hand busied itself with the chain around your neck and toyed with the engagement ring.
“Clingy,” Hyrule heard you huff as you pulled at the apple of his cheek. He only smiled in response and rubbed his face against your shoulder. The soft skin was blemishless and beckoned Hyrule to act. It was like a blank canvas and Hyrule knew of a great design he could paint onto it.
“Mmmmmmmmmm…”
“What?”
“Hmmmmmmmmm…”
“Hyrule, what?”
“Mmmmmmmgonnabiteyou-”
“Wh- OW! HYRULE!”
Hyrule kept his teeth clamped down on your shoulder as tightly as he could even as you tried to pry him away. After a short scuffle, the brunette let go and was nearly pushed off of the bed by you. He merely grinned as you glared down at him and rubbed your shoulder. The skin in and around the bite mark was quickly turning red and it’d hopefully bruise. He didn’t exactly prefer leaving such a crude mark on you as you already wore the ring, but he felt like an extra reminder was needed every once in awhile.
“The hell was that for, you little shit?” You grumble as you continue to massage your shoulder. Although your voice was pointed and sharp, Hyrule didn’t shrink away.
“Hmmm… jus’ felt like it~,” Hyrule giggles and smiles up at you. You roll your eyes and shake your head rather disapprovingly. You scowl at the bite mark and continue to rub it in hopes of soothing the minor ache.
“This better not bruise or else the others are going to get ideas,” You sigh and Hyrule drops his grin. What do you mean by “get ideas”? If they think that the two of you are together then that’s the exact idea that he wants them to have! You are together! You accepted the ring! Don’t tell him he has to force it on your finger…
A knock on the door breaks the moment and Hyrule wants to scream. You adjust your tunic to cover up your shoulder before answering it. An upset Twilight is who greets you and quickly beckons you out of the room. Hyrule barely hears him mention something about Four and he gets some gratification in knowing that his plan worked.
The Colors would undoubtedly be a mess. Blue would likely sooner be mistaken as Red and no doubt Vio would also be drenched as well. Green would at least try to explain their actions while that crybaby Red would be clinging to you and sobbing. As you would whenever someone turned up messy, you’d dismiss them to get cleaned up. And then, you’d storm back to your room and try to calm down.
Hyrule busied himself in getting the room set up while you were away. He pushed the two beds in the room together and fluffed up the pillows and blankets. He changed into his nighttime clothes which was nothing more than a comfortable pair of trousers. Once everything was set up and ready, he waited on hand and knee for you to return. He reeled back his playful attitude and hoped you wouldn’t be too snippy when you came back.
The minutes passed by before the door clicked and creaked open. You slumped over to the pushed together beds and slip under the blankets. Once you were curled up in bed, Hyrule scooched over to you and pulled you towards him. He kept his movements and affections calm, gentle, and slow so you could easily pull away in the case that you were getting overwhelmed. Dealing with your stress was a fickle thing but Hyrule knew how to help you calm down he couldn’t call himself your fiance if he didn’t know how to do even that.
“Four do something stupid?” Hyrule whispers out as he holds you. He places his hands on your shoulder and rubs them. His palms slide down your shoulder blades and back as he massages the tension out of you.
“Mhm…” You sighed out. You didn’t seem to relax as quickly as Hyrule wanted you to. He pulled you flush against him and he coiled his arms around you. He placed a few kisses on the nape of your neck but that gained no reaction from you. Hyrule found himself getting antsy at your lack of response towards his affections. You weren’t reciprocating them or pushing him away. You were just laying there and saying nothing. If there was one thing Hyrule never liked, it was your silence.
“(Name)...” Hyrule whined out in the most pathetic tone he could. Finally, you rolled over and looked at him. He had quickly mustered up crocodile tears and a pouty lip. You mumbled out something Hyrule didn’t quite catch as you pinched the bridge of your nose. When you dropped your hand and opened your eyes again, the turmoil rolling around in your eyes seemed to be quieting down.
“I swear- you are just so needy,” You snort as you ruffle Hyrule’s hair. Hyrule grabs the hand before it can retreat and he brings it to his lips. He places a cheeky kiss against the palm of it which gains him a chuckle from you.
“I am. I am very needy and I’m not afraid to admit it,” Hyrule hums and continues to kiss your hand. You keep trying to pull away but Hyrule keeps chasing it and pressing more and more obnoxious kisses to it.
“Enough!” You giggle out and push away Hyrule.
“I can never have enough of you,” Hyrule claims and places his hand over his heart.
“You sure about that? Even if you had to spend the rest of your life around me?” You challenge and raise a brow. Hyrule returns the smirk you have on your face and loops the chain hanging from your neck around his finger. He rests that beautiful silver ring against his knuckles and brings it up to his lips for a featherlight kiss. His big doe eyes fill with adoration and he speaks his next words with absolute certainty.
“You speak like I could ever get tired of you or that you could ever get rid of me.”
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while i do agree with the sentiment that bloodclan should be more nuanced as an entity i still believe it is wrong to portray them as the necessary "response" to clan injustice (haven't read the books in years but i am pretty sure that bloodclan started with no connection to the clans) / an opposition to the clan's flaws. some of the thing scourge did was out of selfishness and bloodclan isn't the other colour of the black and white debacle with the clans. the clans are heavily flawed yes, but it isn't realistic to completely say that their structure had no redeeming qualities altogether and that all outsider groups is fundamentally better than the clans.
all clans and groups are flawed in their own way and i believe we shouldnt brush past the things that other groups (the sisters and what they do with their toms *cough cough*) did solely to be able to degrade the clans and their culture.
Buddy, you're setting up a strawman. I promise you that if you look into the reduxes I've made of BloodClan, Guardians, The Sisters, and the Tribe, you will see that I don't make any of them a "flawless" alternative to Clan life.
Nor do I say that the Clans have no redeeming qualities. In fact, you can browse the "Clan Culture" tag to see the various expansions I've made to show how these traditions, values, and technological advances make Clan life so alluring.
The overarching theme of BB is that the nature of culture is change. For better AND for worse.
With respect, I think there's something insidious in the wording of "the things the other groups did." We're talking about fan responses to a work that consistently demonizes and degrades foreigners to make the Clans look like the "best way to live," justifying xenophobia. These are not real groups, they are writing choices.
In the franchise with some pretty extreme examples of misogyny, the authors said "What if bizarro world where women rule and have no men... woag..." and only includes a single Clan-alligned member of this culture, with a BAD opinion of them, who can't even do his diplomatic job because he HATES them so much.
In the same franchise that shows Fireheart getting bullied, facing prejudice, and fighting a murderous tyrant who publically executes a mixed-race character, their endgame villain is an outsider, like him, but this one IS a godless heathen who HATES love and friendship and banned families.
In the VERY same franchise which made its first non-malicious group barely able to get through an arc without needing to be saved by Clan cats, totally unable to defend themselves, framed as "whiny" for not wanting their clearly 'inferior' culture to be forcefully changed.
And I'm re-stating all this because, again, no offense to you in particular Anon, but I've been seeing a few people with a sentiment like yours lately. Complaints into a vacuum that don't make targeted critique of anyone's fanworks, gesturing at this broad "woobification" which is apparently out there somewhere over the rainbow, saying things like "well Scourge is selfish" or "well Moonlight abandoned her 13 year old" as if we haven't BEEN knew.
As if we're not all directly responding to these choices. As if I haven't written ESSAYS on this topic.
Since this was about BloodClan in particular though, and you admit you haven't read the books in years, please go back and actually read Rise of Scourge before trying to make critique of the ways fanon rewrites its origin. It's EXPLICITLY a response to the Clans, in the text, that the Erins wrote, it is canon that fanon is working with.
And you want people to take that out and approach it a different way... why? Because it's so incredulous to you that a nation forms in response to a threatening neighbor? That a common enemy through invasions is a way that people might choose to unite, and encourage their new culture to value brutality? Because you don't like the idea of Clan Culture's XENOPHOBIC BATTLE CULTURE affecting surrounding communities??
Could YOU, maybe, be doing this "woobification" thing I keep hearing about? Can I play this stupid game too? What's our stupid prize? Can it be a lollipop? Do we get stickers
TL;DR, ok.
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I originally wrote this back in 2019 in response to someone saying:
So, let me get this straight... the entire religion (of Judaism) is built around legal loopholes? Is that what I’m gathering here? (Feel free to correct me!)
And it remains relevant to people (gentiles) who characterize Judaism as rules lawyering or all about loopholes or worse, who imply we are trying to be "sneaky" or "pull one over on God."
My answer:
the religion is built around living in an ethical society per our contract (covenant) with G-d. but you can’t just have a bunch of words without putting them to use, & understanding them in practice, you know? the fulfillment of the covenant is a living discussion.
it’s not legal loopholes, because a loophole is often an inadequacy in the law that gets taken advantage of, but these are all built-in, part of our understanding. In this case, we have a contract (covenant), and we’re going to put it to use in every way possible, explore every inch of it, turn it inside out, and apply it to real life examples, define the parameters, argue those definitions, and then survey the conclusions.
I can say “you need to say the evening shema (a prayer) in the evening” but we can’t just say that, we need to explore a bunch of related things, like:
when in the evening does this happen? is there a difference between twilight and evening? if we say the evening prayer can be said from the time the priests partake of teruma, then when is that? if it’s the first watch of the evening, how many watches are there? if you were out all night for a wedding, but it’s not yet dawn, is it too late to recite the evening prayer? — IN SEVERAL THOUSAND YEARS, KE$HA WILL WRITE TIK TOK, AND WE’LL NEED TO KNOW WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF PARTYING UNTIL YOU SEE SUNLIGHT!
— when do they (the priests) ritually bathe in preparation for this [taking of teruma]? what about when poor people who cannot afford extra candles - do we consider how early they eat an evening meal in order to make sure they can afford the light [when we define evening]?
why did we discuss evening prayer before morning prayer? why does torah give us night before day? when is bedtime for most people? can we say the evening prayer until dawn? if yes, people might put off the prayer until dawn, which could lead to laziness or mistakes. a
lso, when is dawn? but more prudently at the moment, when is evening? evening is when the stars are visible, but...how many stars? also, if you are lying alone in a dark house and can’t see the sky, how do you determine if it is too early or too late for your evening shema?
and that whole discussion is from the beginning of the Talmud, in its hyper-condensed form. That is what we do.
It’s not a series of loopholes and ways to weasel out of doing something. It's an intentional exploration of how something is done right, what doing it means, how we can accomplish it.
nothing gets taken for granted, everything is questioned, debated, discussed until it is understood enough to be applicable. and there may be lots of ways to understand.
if someone sees this line of thinking and goes “ah, loopholes to get out of it/wiggle away from it,” then you are mistaking lacework for loopholes.
....and if Kesha sees sunlight, it is now too late for her to say her bedtime shema. she should recite morning shema instead.
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Richard saying, "we're going to end up in the same place, it doesn't matter how we get there" pissed me off so much ISN'T "HOW WE GET THERE" THE ENTIRE POINT OF STORIES?! ISN'T THAT WHY THE ENTIRE DAMN BOOK EXISTS?!
So, shocker, I have Thoughts about this post of his. My knee jerk reaction when I saw it last night was an eye roll and an urge to rant, which I kept contained because I'd already ranted and we gotta space that stuff out from time-to-time.
And now that I have had a full night's sleep and I am slightly less cranky, I'm gonna have to go on record and... DEFEND part of his logic, gasp.
For those not in the know, RR wrotes this reply to question on Threads (lol) a few days ago about changes to the plot in the sixth episode that apparently bugged a lot of people:
And like, I'm deeply annoyed about the "it won't change anything" bit because OH MY GOD STORYTELLING which is a whole other thing but I do have something to say about the man's logic and the difference in the show premise vs the books that I think is flying over a lot of people's heads.
The plot of the show is Percy saving Sally and doing a quest along the way. Sally and Percy's relationship is the A plot, the mythology and conflict among the gods is the B plot. Percy knows from 1x02 that his mom is alive and that changes his priorities immediately; we see him start to care about the overall quest and his place in the world in 1x05, but he's still pushing forward because of his mom. You have to add another pearl to pay off that A storyline, to promise audience members that Percy is going to succeed until he doesn't.
Percy in the books has a feeling his mom is alive or that he can get her back from the Underworld, but doesn't know for sure. The quest and the setting up the overall Big Three backstory is the main plot of the books and what we the readers are focused on. I wouldn't even put saving Sally as a B or C plot in the original TLT. Percy doesn't get confirmation that she's alive until they're down in the Underworld and Hades reveals he took her for leverage, so then only having three pearls becomes a brief but important conflict.
This is where we're seeing a lot of the issues with the show's plot come to a head. It's fine to change the priority of the story from returning the bolt to saving Sally, because it delivers the same result in the end anyway, like Rick says. But you have to bulk up other parts of the script in a way to make up for it and the show has not delivered on that part. (See exhibit A: my rant about any lack of mystery with the monsters.)
I think the most egregious change that he says doesn't matter is the trio missing the deadline. In the books, we're told that natural disasters and weird things have been happening since the bolt disappeared as Zeus and Poseidon fought, and stuff was getting worse the closer the deadline came. We are briefly shown this in 1x05 with Ares and in 1x06 with Luke saying things are "bad" at camp, but imo, it doesn't feel super heavy. The consequences of missing the deadline is that gods go to war and bad shit happens! Lots of mortals are gonna die! Doesn't that matter?
The show could've stepped outside of the Percy and Sally storyline for little bit to give more of a perspective about what was happening at camp or the outside world to bring that weight - you're not limited to just Percy's POV storyline in the medium of a TV show! (Of course, we can step outside of it to give a LMM cameo/stinger because priorities but I digress.)
They didn't and I'm not sure how they're going to "solve" Zeus's response to Percy missing the deadline 'cause like... this is the unreasonable king of the gods that Rick has started yet another series based on the premise of him being a petty bitch who wants to ruin Percy's life. Is the guy gonna walk back starting a war? Is he waiting to start because Poseidon asked nicely? What's the consequence to the world going to be? Clearly nothing, since Rick said the story is going to end how it was always going to end, which is just poor storytelling.
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Top Gun Threesomeissance 2023
My deepest apologies to @sushiwriterhere for how late this is, but it's done and posted and I thank you for inspiring me to stretch my writing skills and creative process with this one. I tried to take an unconventional direction with your prompt so I hope it's not too left field for folks. I had fun either way ;)
I literally wrote this, read through it once, and posted it. So be gentle.
Summary: Bob hasn't been intimate in a very long time and now that someone has caught his eye, hes panicking. He needs an education and Phoenix and her girlfriend are all too happy to oblige.
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
Length: 6K
Warnings: Smut. So. Much. Smut. Bob Fucks. Phoenix Fucks. (MINORS DNI)
After the uranium mission, Bob and Phoenix returned to their original units at Lemoore. This time, though, as friends rather than strangers. They ate lunch together often, went out with friends on the weekends, and had a standing date to watch movies and eat junk food at Phoenix’s apartment every Wednesday night. Often you would join your girlfriend and her new BFF for Wednesday night movie night when you didn’t have to work. Bob made for a great third wheel to your dynamic duo and you both loved having him around.
One Wednesday though, Bob showed up for movie night, soaked from the rain with his own dark clouds shading his normally happy, shining eyes. Something was obviously bothering him as he stumbled into the foyer, fumbling with a grocery bag while trying to kick off his squishy tennis shoes.
“What happened to you?” Phoenix asked as she came in from the kitchen to take the bag while you returned with a towel.
“I’m just havin’ a day is all. Sorry for the mess.” He took the towel from you with a sullen expression of gratitude and moved further into the apartment.
Luckily, he was over so often that he had some spare clothing and comfort items in the guest room. Bob went to change while you and Phoenix prepped the living room with chip bags, beers, and a soda for Bob. You were just pulling up Netflix when he returned, looking almost worse than he did at the door. He walked over to the couch and flopped down next to Phoenix. Her dark eyes met yours where you stood in the middle of the living room with the TV controller. You both shared similar looks of concern and the movie was suddenly forgotten.
Phoenix spoke up as you turned and sat on the floor in front of where she and Bob were on the couch.
“Ok buddy, somethings obviously up. You were fine when we left the hangar earlier. What gives?”
Bob let out a sigh and rotated his head until his neck cracked. There was a war happening inside his head and you could tell he wasn’t sure whether to unleash it or not. You reached your hand out and rested it on his knee, trying to reassure him.
“Whatever it is, we’re here for you. It can’t be that bad.” You said gently.
Bob huffed a sarcastic laugh and reached up to rub his face vigorously with both hands under his glasses. He then growled and threw his hands up in the air in defeat.
“Fine. I’ll tell yall. But you gotta promise not to make fun of me.”
You shared another questioning look with Phoenix then she put her arm around his shoulders. “Bob, we would never make fun of you.”
“That’s absolutely not true. You both picked on me for two weeks over the vomit incident at Six Flags.” He accused.
“That was different, and you know it, Floyd. This seems serious, so spill it.” Phoenix said with a squeeze to his shoulders.
“Yall remember Rebecca? The gorgeous red head we met last month at the farmer’s market?”
You and Phoenix both nodded wordlessly while staring at him intently to continue.
“We’ve been on a couple of dates now and I really like her. I mean, really like her.” He said emphatically.
When neither of you spoke up, he huffed again and continued. Beads of sweat were starting to pearl on his forehead as he became more and more visibly nervous.
“Uh, well. I invited her over to my place for dinner this weekend.”
��What!? Bob! That’s awesome!” Phoenix shouted as she practically leapt off the couch. She smiled brilliantly at him, and you smiled at her enthusiasm for her friend.
“No. You don’t understand. She’s coming to my apartment. Alone. At nighttime.”
Phoenix smiled even bigger. “Bob, I’m pretty sure we understand the intentions of this mission.”
He looked up at her with disdain and you realized something about this so called mission was really troubling him, so you spoke up. “Babe. Calm down.” You said with a small laugh at the sour expression Nat gave you.
“Phoenix. Look. I’m not a virgin, but, uh,” he hesitated “it was my high school girlfriend. We were together for 3 years. We did it. Then she broke up with me when I left for college.” He looked between you both with a wounded puppy expression as he sank further into the couch.
“Robert James Floyd. Are you telling me you haven’t had sex in a decade?” Phoenix asked as she placed her hands on her hips. Most likely she didn’t mean for it to sound as accusatory as it did, but you intervened quickly, nonetheless.
“Bob” you started with as gentle a tone as you could muster “have you had any physical encounters with a woman since your high school girlfriend?”
His face began to flush bright red, and you watched Phoenix's dark eyes go wide with shock. She regained her seat next to him on the couch and grabbed one of his large hands in both of her much smaller ones. You were thankful that she calmed down before he ran screaming into the torrential downpour outside.
He cleared his throat “I’ve had a few make out sessions but nothing concrete. I was so focused on school and then training that the opportunity never presented itself. Who wants the geeky guy, right? Next thing I knew a decade had passed and here I am, thirty years old with the chance for intimacy right in front of me and I’m freaking out. I don’t know what to do. I’m not sure where to put my hands or mouth or anything. How do I know she’s enjoying it? What do I do if she isn’t? She’s so perfect and I want things to be perfect for her and I just know I’ll mess this up. Arggghhh” he grunted as he stood, pulling his hands through his hair. He started pacing around the room, almost making you dizzy from your seat on the floor. This was a truly conflicted man and you felt so bad for him. He obviously cared about this woman and his want to be good for her was endearing.
While he walked around the room continuing to rant about his lack of carnal knowledge of the female species, your eyes once again connected with Nat’s, and you could see her gears were turning. Nothing good ever came from the plotting expression she was now wearing while deep in thought. Nat slid onto the floor and came to a stop on all fours next to you. She raised her hand to whisper an idea into your ear and you whipped around to look at her with surprise. Her eyes implored you and she shook her ass in the air, enticing you. You considered her proposition for a moment more before whispering to her “Doesn’t hurt to offer I suppose.”
Phoenix smiled then sat back on her heels before rising. She held out her hands to you and pulled you up, her arms wrapping around your waist once on your feet. She placed a chaste kiss to your cheek then released you, entirely too much excitement gleaming in her eyes. Just as Bob turned to pace back Phoenix stepped up, blocking his path and bringing him to a halt. You were always amused by their comical height difference. Bob’s frantic eyes looked down into the smirking face of Phoenix as she placed both hands on his chest.
“Bob. We have a plan. So, take a breath.” He stared at her, then looked over at you, then back to Phoenix, looking more perplexed than ever.
“A plan?”
“Yup. No movie tonight. Instead, we’re going to teach you.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, brought up short as he began to realize what she meant by her statement. Phoenix slid her hands across his chest, down his long arms, and intertwined her fingers into his with a reassuring expression.
Bob stammered “But, uh, Phee” he choked on a chuckle “I. Teach me?” he finally asked. You closed the gap between you and your girlfriend, placing your body flush to her back and reaching around to wrap your hands around their connected ones. You smiled at Bob as his eyes met yours. “Let us help you, Bob.” You implored gently “Nat’s bi, I’m gay. I can guide you while she handles the physical aspects. We wouldn’t be doing anything we weren’t comfortable with. But we won’t do this if you aren’t comfortable.”
“Yeah, and just consider it a maneuvers exercise like work.” Phoenix interjected. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make me cum. But this time the enemy is a friendly and we’re going to walk you through it step by step. End of the night you’ve gained experience, we’ve all had a fun night we can laugh about another decade from now, and you pounce Rebecca this weekend knowing exactly what you need to do!”
You just knew Bob was going to pass out. He was sweating profusely now, his eyes darting between yours and Nat’s as you both squeezed his hands firmly. In the silence something seemed to come to him suddenly. His eyes focused again, and his lips closed into a thin line.
“Wouldn’t this be like cheating on Rebecca?”
He had a point, you thought, but Phoenix jumped in always ready with an answer.
“Have you and Rebecca discussed exclusivity yet?” She asked.
“Well, no, we haven’t. We’ve been on exactly two dates, and I know she’s seen someone else during that time. So, I guess, the answer would be, no? But I'm hoping to impress her this weekend so we can discuss being exclusive, and I feel like this is my one shot to do it.”
You felt a little relief with his answer. You wouldn’t want anything to ruin the friendship your girlfriend had developed with Bob.
“Sounds good to me. Besides. We do this as an educational exercise, blame the alcohol that we haven’t actually consumed, and tell no one. But only if you’re comfortable and trust us. We can always bust out some anatomy charts and porn if you’d prefer?” You rolled your eyes at your girlfriends’ suggestion although you knew she was serious. When it came to facing a difficult task, she was nothing if not methodical with her plan of attack.
“Bob. The most important part of this is that you are relaxed and willing. If at any time you aren’t, we can stop.” You added for reassurance as you slid your hands up Natashas’ arms then rested them gently on her shoulders.
Bob started to speak then stopped. His eye lids slammed shut and he took a deep breath, obviously working through the tennis match in his head. Then, something seemed to click for Bob. All the lines on his face relaxed and as he opened his baby blues, the clouds seemed to roll out. He stood up a little taller, his hands still intertwined with Nat’s, and he nodded once.
“Ok yeah. Let’s do it.”
You smiled at him as Nat reached up and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek.
“Let’s do it indeed.” She mused then flashed you a sassy smile as she led Bob down the hall by one hand to her room. You just shook your head with a grin and followed them. Your girlfriend had an insatiable appetite for physical touch, and you weren’t the least bit surprised she was willing to be the sacrificial lamb for Bobs sexual awakening. You just hoped she would be gentle with him. At least a little, anyways.
Phoenix dropped Bobs hand once everyone was in the room and moved over to a Bluetooth speaker on her dresser. She flipped it on, and soft music began to quietly fill the room as she placed her phone on the stand next to it. Bob stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, just watching Nat as she swept around the room lighting a few candles and drawing the curtains. She spoke as she flitted around. "First lesson Bob. Set the mood."
You closed the bedroom door behind you and looked up at the imploring blue eyes that were staring at you.
“Are you sure you don’t mind me, uh, you know. Doing, you know, this, with your girl?” he whispered to you.
You gave him a gentle smile. “Bob, that woman right there lives for physical touch. She will have her way with you and then have her way with me because she’ll be so revved up, so I’ll win in the end as well. Trust me, I’m totally ok with this.” And you winked as you brushed past him.
Phoenix turned from the curtains just as you moved into her space and wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close. She giggled slightly before your lips were gently massaging hers in a deep kiss. You pulled back and looked into her chocolate eyes. “Nat, go easy on him. Try not to scare the poor boy.” You whispered quietly into her lips. She only giggled again then shimmied out of your embrace and slinked to the middle of the room where Bob was still standing hunched like a cornered mouse.
Phoenix ran her hand across Bobs lower back as she moved around his side to face him, grinning like a cat toying with her prey the whole time. You quietly moved to the other side of the king size bed, stripped down to your basic black bra and panties, and sat up against the wrought iron headboard.
Phoenix looked past Bob and scoffed. “Oh, not fair! You’re distracting me already!” she pouted. Bob looked over at you, flushed red, then averted his eyes again. You just shook your head with a small laugh. “Phee, concentrate. You’ll get your turn with me later.” Her smile grew wider before she turned her focus back to Bob.
“Ok Bob let’s talk making the first moves. Think of this like our pre-flight check list. You’re in the cockpit and it's time to warm up the engines and prep for go. You’re going to take charge of the situation just like you do when we’re getting ready to fly. So, what would be on your checklist to get things started in a sexual situation?”
You stifled a snort behind your hand as you watched Bob turn bright crimson, and begin to stammer with wide eyes. Phoenix looked at you quizzically. “What? I thought I’d put this in terms he would understand.” She said defensively.
“Natasha. He’s not working on an airplane. Do you want him to treat you like one? Rebecca? Maybe soften your tactic just a little babe?” you implored through a weary grin.
Phoenix huffed then blew a loose strand out of her face. “Fine.” She said bluntly before looking up at Bob. “Sorry.”
“S’ok Phee.” He croaked.
“Bob, you still ok?” you asked, wanting to protect him every step of the way.
“Yeah, I’m good.” he said as he hesitantly slid his hands around Nat’s shoulders then down her back, enveloping her in his broad wingspan. Her face registered disbelief at his sudden boldness, then her arms wrapped around his waist, and she smiled up at him. You grinned too. “Good boy.” Nat cooed and bob let out a nervous chuckle. “Now what do you want to do to me?” she asked.
He took in a breath then answered on the exhale. “I’d like to kiss you.”
“That sounds like a great first step Bob. Go ahead and kiss her.” You encouraged gently.
Bob leaned down and connected his lips to Natashas. It was extremely hesitant at first but then Phoenix leaned in reassuringly and he began to deepen the kiss. You watched as their tongues started to dance. “Nat how does that kiss feel?” you asked.
Never breaking apart, Natasha moaned into Bobs mouth, and you watched with pride as Bob slid his hands down her sides, letting them come to rest on her ass. Another moan escaped from Phoenix, and you praised Bob. “Very good Bob. Did you hear her moan? That’s a good sign. Keep going.”
Bob broke their kiss and released Phoenix, a whimper falling from her mouth. Before she could protest though, Bob removed his glasses, tossing them to the side. He reached behind his head with one hand and pulled his shirt off in one swift move. He may not have been your cup of tea but even you were impressed with the agility of the shirt removal and the taught abs he kept hidden away. “That was hot Bob. Right Nat? Wasn’t that hot?”
Natasha said nothing though, only smirked wickedly. She drank in the sight of Bob in nothing but his jeans as she ran her fingers over his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles. “Oh, that was very hot.” She oozed and licked her lips. Bob seemed spurred on by her reaction, pulling her back in for another long and sloppy kiss. Maybe a little too sloppy. “Bobby, try to keep the kisses softer, less moisture.” You watched as he swallowed and backed his tongue off a little, choosing to nip gently at her bottom lip before dipping his tongue into her mouth slowly. Natasha moaned again and something in your own abdomen jumped. God damn your girlfriend made the most beautiful noises when she was enjoying herself.
“You have her attention, Bob. Take advantage of that.”
He broke the kiss again, staring into Phees eyes as his hands gently grabbed the hem of the black oversized t-shirt she was wearing. As he began to lift it, you decided this was a great teaching moment.
“Bob, hang on.” You instructed calmly and he did, looking up at you anxiously. You continued. “This is a perfect chance to build some anticipation. Before you rip her shirt off, skim your hands along her skin as you raise it. Let your hands wander and build some electricity. Appreciate her body and she’ll appreciate you.” He nodded once then began kissing Nat again as his hands slid under the hem and across her smooth stomach. You watched intently as his large hands glided down her sides and her hips then slid around to her bare ass. He gave her cheeks a gentle squeeze and both he and Nat let out almost matching whimpers. You smirked, pleased to have a student who learned quickly.
“She has a great ass, huh Bob?” you asked, and he nodded into their kiss. “Tell her. Complement her.”
Bob let his kisses wander up from her mouth, across her cheek, to her ear lobe then he whispered into Nat’s ear “God I love your ass.” And he squeezed it again. Natasha let her head roll back with a moan and you realized you were starting to feel a little warm. You loved her ass too.
With her neck exposed, Bob trailed kisses down from her ear all the way to the sensitive spot where her neck met her collar bone. You decided Bob didn’t give himself enough credit, he was doing a good job relaxing and following instinct. You knew Natasha wasn’t faking with her little kitten purrs as he worked the spot with quick licks and nibbles. It was becoming harder for you to remain an impartial instructor in this activity, you couldn’t help it, Natashas pleasure gave you pleasure, no matter how she was getting it.
His hands moved from her ass and began to lift the shirt, unhurriedly. Bob skimmed his fingers along the soft skin of Natashas hips and sides, stopping the assault on her neck to remove the black fabric completely. She stood there in a purple thong and bra you were sure made Bob’s heart skip a few beats at the same time yours did.
“Phoenix” he whispered adoringly. “You’re incredible. I just want to. I want to…” he trailed off while holding her hands and looking up and down her body in appreciation.
“She is so gorgeous, isn’t she Bob?” you asked huskily. “What is it you want to do? Don’t tell me, show us.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Bob let go of Nat’s hands and cupped her breasts over her bra. He leaned down and placed a languid kiss on the top of one and then the other. Nat ran her hands through his hair and sighed. “Yes Bob, you’re doing so good baby boy. You’re making her feel so good.” You hummed.
“Bobby, take the bra off. I want more.” She begged and you watched as he turned her around quickly, pulling her into his body, eager to please. Bob bent down to suck on the sensitive spot in the crook of her neck while his hands slid her straps down her arms. He then stood and worked the clasps of the bra until they sprang apart, and the bra dropped down her arms and landed on the floor.
“Baby you have beautiful breasts. Bob, how would you show her you like them?” He looked up from behind her, his eyes dark with lust, and gave you a smirk, before his large hands wrapped around and cupped both of Natashas breasts firmly. Nat gasped as he began to knead her breasts, letting her head rest against his chest.
You were starting to feel moisture between your legs. Watching Bob work Natashas breasts, pinching her nipples and tugging on them was making you delightfully jealous but you tried to remain focused on his education.
Natasha was rubbing up against Bob as he worked her chest, moaning and running her hands along the outside of his thighs. You were starting to salivate at the sight of her squirming. Then Bob shocked both of you. He removed a hand from one of Nats breasts, put his two middle fingers in her mouth and she began to suck on them. A rush of heat ran up your spine.
“Very nice Bob, so hot. Now what are you going to do with those soaked fingers?”
Bobs eyes met yours as he removed his damp fingers from Natashas slutty mouth and quickly slid them into the top of her panties. Before either of you knew what was happening, he had run his slick fingers along her folds, causing Natasha to buck against him and release a loud pant. You squeezed your legs together, trying to calm the burning sensation rising between your own legs. You watched as his large arm snaked around her torso, holding her in place while his other worked her slit. You could see the wet spot growing in her thong and it was almost more than you could handle. You had to shake your head to remain focused on the job.
Natasha let out several moans then panted “Bob, God, oh Bobby. I want more.”
You smirked. She was so frantic, and you loved it. “She wants more Bobby, what are you going to give her? Get on your knees and slowly pull her panties down. Torture her.”
He did as he was told, dropping to his knees. He cupped her ass and lathered one of her ass cheeks with a wet kiss that made her moan with a grin. God that ass did things to you and your vision was starting to blur. Bobs fingertips dragged deliberately up the outside of her legs, ankle to waist, then even more slowly pulled her thong down to the floor. You were salivating at the sight of your beautiful girl standing bare and writhing in front of you.
“Bob, you’re doing so good. Can you hear all the small pants and moans she’s making?” He nodded his head as he stood, his hands roaming all over Natashas soft skin. “That’s how you know you’re doing a good job. She’s warmed up and ready for you, time to take things to the next step.”
Natasha swung around and made quick work of his zipper, being careful not to catch his very large erection. She pulled down his jeans and briefs in one quick movement, releasing his large cock into the cool air with a gasp. You could see her eyes glistening with enjoyment. Your baby girl loved cock and you knew poor Bob was in a little bit of trouble. Nat got on her knees and began to suck him, hard, cupping his balls with one hand while the other braced on his thigh. Bobs hands instinctively grabbed on to Nats hair as his breaths became loud and ragged. He let out a loud “Oh shit” and looked at you shocked as Nat took him all the way in.
You smirked at him. “Bob, are you enjoying her mouth? If so, tell her. Complement her good work.”
He was now thrusting into Phoenix’s mouth while tugging on her hair, his mouth agape as he struggled for breath. His eyes drifted from yours down to hers and between pants he did just as he was instructed.
“Nat that feels amazing. Suck me, just like that.” And then his head lolled back as Natasha worked her magic.
“Bob, do you want to cum in her mouth? Or somewhere else? You asked and he growled as his head flopped forward to look at Nat again while she worked.
“I want to cum in her gorgeous pussy.” He let out through his forced breathing.
He was getting the hang of this. You knew how much fun Nat had working a cock with her mouth and that if you didn’t stop her now this would all end too quickly. “Natasha honey” you said and she slowed her ministrations before releasing Bobs cock with a loud pop.
She looked over her shoulder at you sheepishly. “Sorry babe, I got carried away.”
“Bob, help her up. Take charge. You know what you want next, make it happen.”
He bent down slightly and grabbed Nat’s wrists before yanking her up to him. Her body crashed into his and he began kissing her again. His arms snaked around her body and pulled her in even closer. The sweet sounds coming from her mouth had you squirming. You wanted to kiss that mouth so bad right now. Squeezing your thighs together wasn’t helping anymore, so you slid your hands into your underwear and began rubbing your mound to find some friction. You sighed and Bobs eyes opened. He took in the sight of you working your bud and his eyes widened while he still kissed Phoenix.
“Don’t worry about me Bobby, focus on her. You’re doing great.”
What happened next happened so fast you almost missed it. Bobs hands reached under Nat’s ass and lifted her off the ground. Two steps and he had her flung onto the bed on her back. Before either of you could say anything, Bob laid on his stomach and began kissing the inside of Natashas thighs, first one and then the other. Her head was now lying next to you on the mattress, and she smiled at you with so much heat in her brown orbs.
“Baby, I think he’s a fast learner.” She hissed as his mouth began to lap at the outside of her smooth slit.
“I think you’re right sweet girl.” You said with a smile before reaching over to gently remove some hair from Natashas forehead. You continued to rub yourself, enjoying every saccharine sound falling from your girlfriend’s mouth.
“God I want this pussy so bad. Tell me Natasha. Tell me I can eat your pussy?” Bob practically growled from between her tanned legs. Nat bucked her hips as she grabbed his hair and pulled him all the way in, his tongue beginning an all-out assault of her clit. Her back arched and you couldn’t help yourself. Your free hand grabbed a handful of Natashas right breast and began to knead it. She was making a range of feral noises now that had you pick up the pace in your own underwear.
“Bob, Bob, yes Bob. Right there, that’s perfect. Suck my clit, oh oh yes like that. Ughh” her back was arching now and you knew she was getting close. Natasha loved nothing more than having her pussy eaten. It was your favorite thing to do to her and you had to focus on something else to keep from joining Bob on the action.
“Shes getting close Bob. Fuck her. Let her cum on your cock.” You instructed as you removed your hand from Natashas breast. He lapped a few more times at her opening before sliding up her body and layering her breasts with kisses and nips of his teeth. Natashas hands were everywhere, his hair, scratching his shoulders and biceps. Natasha was a babbling mess of want and need.
“Robert Floyd if you don’t fuck me now I’ll, I’ll” Nat trailed off as he moved the head of his cock to her maidenhead. Bob’s face hovered over Nats briefly before he looked up at you, his face searching for permission.
“Make her feel good Bob.” You nudged and that was all the encouragement he needed. Bob slid his cock into Natasha and she let out a loud moan that sent your head spiraling. You needed more relief than this, you were so wet. As Bob began moving in and out of Natasha you reached over to the bedside table and pulled out your tiny bullet, pressing the button and practically shoving it down your panties. The buzzing went unnoticed as Bob and Nat continued to fuck on the bed next to you.
“Don’t let things get stale Bob, move her legs, let her feel you at different angles.” Bob growled into the crook of Natashas neck before he pushed back onto his knees. He threw Natashas legs onto his shoulders and grabbed her hips, lifting her up as he started to pick up the pace, bumping into her pussy with more pressure. She was becoming a loud, vulgar mess, practically screaming obscenities as her hands grabbed ahold of the bars above her head. The mess in your own panties grew with every shout Nat released into the thick air as you moved the bullet back and forth over your sensitive nub.
“Phoenix, cum baby. Cum on my cock.” Bob bellowed. He released her hips and grabbed each of her ankles. He spread her legs wide and really leaned into the fucking. Natasha just gasped repeatedly, no longer forming any words. You knew she was close when she became incoherent like this.
“That’s it Bobby, let her have it. She’s ready. Make her cum.”
Bob released one of Natashas legs and put his fingers in her mouth to lick before moving them to her clit and rubbing fast and furiously on it while fucking her hard. A few moments later and Natasha was grabbing at anything and everything as she hollered out her orgasm. “I’m gonna cum. Oh yes Bob fuck I’m coming.” She let out the deepest, most feral screech as Bob fucked her through it. You were close to your own release and could practically see stars now. You realized Bob was looking at you while he continued to move in and out of Nat, slowing his pace. “She’s such a good girl. You’re so lucky.” He huffed and you looked down into her ravaged eyes as you quietly came, creaming all over your bullet. You leaned in to kiss her smoothly before looking back up at Bob.
“Don’t forget to take care of yourself Bob. You did so good getting Natasha there. Now move her how you want her so you can cum.” Natasha whimpered while Bob looked briefly contemplative. Then he removed his cock and hooked his finger in the air, beckoning Natasha to rise to him. Slowly and with wet matted hair, she did as she was told. With both on their knees he kissed her lightly, cupping her face, before he used his hands to work her around and onto all fours, her perfect ass up in the air. Natasha was practically face to face with you now and grinning through a haze.
As Bob slid into her pussy, Natasha whispered up at you “This was a great idea.” Then Bob grabbed her hair in one hand and her hip in the other and began pounding into her. You watched Nats face melt into anguished pleasure as Bob began to rumble into the void. With her eyes firmly locked on yours Bob shouted “Fuck yeah” as he came hard into your girlfriend’s pussy. His body continued to push back and forth with his release. As he slowed his pace, he freed Natasha's’ hair, and you moved in to give her a gentle kiss. Bob leaned down, still attached to Phoenix, and peppered her shoulder blades and upper back with light kisses. Bob whispered into Natashas back “Thank you.” Then he slid out of her and sat back so that she could collapse onto the pillows next to you.
Natasha giggled, rolling over onto her side. “Come here, handsome.” And she motioned for him to lay down behind her. Bob did as he was told, molding his front to her back and wrapping his arm around her stomach as his head hit the pillow behind hers. You chuckled at the sight. Your girl was quite proud of herself, and you knew that once Bob left you would get to have your way with her as well. It was going to be a long night for your needy girl.
“Bobby, I think you’re ready to take Rebecca for a ride. How do you feel?” you asked. He had his face buried in Natashas hair at the base of her neck and he rolled back just enough to look at you. A goofy grin met his lips. “I can’t fucking wait.” And all three of you laughed.
“She won’t know what hit her.” Natasha added as she wriggled back into him further. “Also, this is the best part. The snuggles and praise after its over.”
He raised his head to prop it up in his hand and with a peck on her cheek he said “Thank you for sharing yourself with me. I feel much better about this now, and you were so perfect. You’re both excellent teachers. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without this. What was I thinking?” Natashas grin grew even bigger.
“Don’t sell yourself short anymore Bob. Just like in the air, you’re a 10 in the sack. Gave all new meaning to don't think, just do." He shared a look with you and you both shook your heads with a laugh. He kissed her shoulder again, then got up and dressed, placing his glasses on his face last. In the dim light he came around the bed and kissed the top of your head, thanking you once again for your help. As he made his way back around the bed to head for the door, Natasha sat up and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
“Bob” she said coyly with a sinful expression, “If things don’t work out with Rebecca, I don’t mind doing this again. If you ever need or want extra practice.” He just shook his head and smirked. You shared a look with him that communicated the same thing: This woman was wonderful and also going to be the death of you both. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
“Remember, this didn’t happen. See you tomorrow, Nat.” And with a wink he left the two of you alone in the room.
“Natasha Trace, you are so bad.” You said with a playful pinch to her side. She rolled over laughing and grabbed you until you were anchored on top of her.
“I know. And you love me for it. Now get over here and show much how much you love me for it.” And you did. All night long.
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Take a Break
MC x Barbatos
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 1,264
A/N: I'm not as proud of this one as I was hoping I would be, but I hope you all enjoy it. I think Barb deserves a break, okay? Poor demon must be exhausted.
Barbatos was tired, exhausted even. He hid it behind that smile of his well, but you knew better. You could see it in his eyes and the way he took a few extra seconds to open them that morning. But work in the Demon Lord’s castle never comes to an end. That’s what Barbatos would tell you any time you asked him to sit down for even just a minute.
Today was supposed to be even worse than normal. There was an event Diavolo was putting on for the students at RAD so Barbatos’ tasks for the day had grown exponentially. You just felt… sad. He’s been working at this pace for who knows how many years now. You’re surprised the demon hasn’t burnt out. Or maybe he had, but he just refuses to show it.
You didn’t plan this originally. No, originally you just wanted to cook him dinner and maybe give him a shoulder massage. I mean, he deserves to be taken care of for once. However, you slowly realized that with how busy he was today, there was going to be no time for him to stop and let you do these things for him. He has a castle to take care of and an event to make sure runs smoothly after all. So, modifications had been made. With Diavolo’s approval, of course. You’d need his help for this to run smoothly anyways, and well, Diavolo has secretly been worried about Barbatos too.
You sent Barbatos a quick message. “Hey Barb, I won’t be able to make it to the RAD event today. I got held up with something else. Please don’t work too hard.”
Barbatos was quick to respond. “I understand. Let me know if you require any assistance. I shall see you tonight.”
You smiled and shook your head. You put away your D.D.D. and grabbed the list of tasks you wrote down. Little D No. 2 was kind enough to tell you everything Barbatos would usually have done around the Demon Lord’s castle today, were the RAD event not taking place. It was quite the long list and it only made you feel a bit more worried about how Barbatos does everything everyday.
You decided to knock out the harder tasks first. Chances are, you wouldn’t finish up everything on this list, so you wanted to at least get the more challenging and time consuming tasks out of the way first.
Doing these tasks without Barbatos knowing was proving to be more difficult than you originally thought. While he was indeed busy with the RAD event, he kept making trips back to the castle to grab different things, most likely in an attempt to correct things that weren’t going to plan. At one point you thought he saw you while you were cleaning the kitchen. You were quite lucky that the pantry was large enough to fit you and Little D No 2 inside at the same time.
You watched through the crack in the pantry door as Barbatos walked briskly back and forth through the kitchen, grabbing various things he needed to fix whatever one of the brothers surely did. It was rare times like these that Barbatos dropped his mask and you could see how tired he truly was. It only made you more determined to help.
Unfortunately time moved a lot faster than you thought it would. The RAD event was finishing up soon and you weren’t even halfway done with the list. You still needed to start on dinner as well. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.
You pulled out your D.D.D. and sent a text to the Purgatory Hall groupchat. “Friends, I am in need of assistance. Please meet me at the Demon Lord’s castle without alerting Barbatos of your disappearance.”
It did not take long before Solomon, Simeon, and Luke were running into the castle.
“MC, are you okay?”
“What do you need help with?”
“Why couldn’t we tell Barbatos?”
You handed them each a paper with two tasks on it. “Finish these tasks for me in the next hour and I will owe you big time. Solomon, I’ll even try whatever monstrosity of a meal you decide to cook up next.”
This surprised Simeon and Luke. They knew you were serious and got to work without saying another word. And you thought it was going pretty well. Key word: thought. You and Simeon started arguing about how to correctly clean a leather couch. Luke was struggling to reach the shelves he was trying to dust and had knocked a few things onto the ground. And Solomon managed to turn a spot on the carpet he was cleaning blue.
“What is going on here?” Everyone froze at the sound of Barbatos’ voice.
Solomon looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Scram!”
The angels and the sorcerer disappeared in a flash, leaving you and Barbatos.
“Hey Barb… You’re back early… How did the event go?” You moved in front of the blue spot on the carpet, hoping to conceal it from his eyes.
“MC, what is the meaning of this?” He moved slightly so he could see what you were hiding.
“Well… in my defense, Little D No. 2 told us that you used this carpet cleaner in here.”
“Did you dilute it or just go straight to cleaning?”
“Er… I think Solomon just started cleaning. Honestly, they need to make the directions on those cleaning solutions bigger. It’s a wonder anyone uses those things correctly.”
Barbatos lets out a small sigh, but not a frustrated one. “MC, is this what you were up to all day?”
You nodded, feeling a little sheepish. “It was originally just me, but when I realized I didn’t have enough time to finish the long list of tasks you somehow manage to get done everyday, I enlisted help. Surprise?”
Barbatos smiled softly. “MC, you did not have to go through all the trouble. I can manage my tasks quite well.”
“I know you can, that much is obvious. However, you need a break. You work so hard I’m surprised you haven’t dropped from exhaustion and if you keep going this way I’m going to start… I dunno… Bribing the Little Ds to do more of the cleaning. So… So just sit down and let me fix this.”
Barbatos let out a small chuckle. “I take it that this was why the Young Master was giving me tasks for the event such as ‘round up every person with a blue shirt’?”
You gently move him to sit down on the couch. If anyone else were to have moved him like that, you don’t know what would happen to them. Special partner privileges. “Maybe I should’ve asked someone else to keep you distracted.”
“If you insist I take a break, I will. However, I must insist that you spend the time with me instead of cleaning. I’d much rather sit with you than watch you do my tasks.”
You smiled and grabbed a book off a shelf. “Fine, but I’m going to read to you. Now get comfortable.” You sat down next to him, cuddling into his side.
“By the way, you were correct on how to clean the couch. A vinegar and water solution with a microfiber cloth is a safe method.”
You pulled out your D.D.D. and hit the voice recording button. “Say that again please.”
It was safe to say you and Barbatos spent the rest of the night together. Maybe, just maybe, he might start taking more breaks.
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About the yassification of GO2.
Warning: the following text is highly critical of the second season of Good Omens. If you enjoyed it, I am happy for you, and a non-negligible amount of jealous as well. Please scroll past before I inevitably rain on your fandom parade.
So, I did the thing. I binged the entire second season of what was, up to now, my favorite show ever, in one sitting. And I have a great deal of things to say, but hardly any of them is positive.
Let me start by saying that I don't mind the cliffhanger or the melancholy ending, like at all. In our era of Marvel apologists and the instant gratification culture, it is necessary for media to persevere and add nuance to romantic relationships. That said, what transpired during the six hours leading up to this sort of unearned climax hardly contains anything remotely close to nuance.
Who are these people? I don't mean the new characters, all of them written as cardboard-cut anthropomorphic personifications of stereotypes, yassified to the point of representation losing its purpose and getting in the way of, you know, actual writing. I mean the protagonists themselves, Aziraphale and Crowley, up to now my favorite characters in the entire world and -up to now- tangled in a love story so beautiful I had, for better or for worse, devoted a large part of my creative output on it, making art, songs, and metas on why what those two entities had was as close to perfect as anyone can hope to find for themselves.
These are not the characters I knew. The characters I knew spent hundreds of human lifetimes revolving around each other in a treacherous yet familiar dance- they both knew the love was there, it was comfortable like an armchair that has taken the shape of the body using it for years. They argued the way old couples do, and of course, like all fictional beings that are counterparts of one another, had differences to settle, but what stood in their way wasn't misunderstanding or miscommunication, in was their fear of Heaven and Hell, and their fundamentally different approaches on how to keep each other safe.
What is all this teen angst? This will-they-won't-they silliness that lacks any nuance, thematic coherence, or literally even trace amounts of understanding of the source material? Where is the dark humor, the quotability, the chaotic overarching plot, the self conscious camp? The season is so cynically written to cater specifically to a certain part of fandom, that I am losing respect for the original work- because if Neil Gaiman doesn't care for these fictional beings, and he evidently doesn't, why should I?
The thematic core of what made Good Omens what it was, had always been the "Love in unexpected places" trope Sir Terry Pratchett knew how to write so well. It had never been about the fantasy, because Sir Terry wrote satire wrapped up in a supernatural package, it had never been about the romance, because when the ship becomes the end instead of the means, the love rings hollow, like artificial light trying to pass as sunshine. The beating heart of GO lies in its philosophy, in the beautiful notion that the agents of two oppressive systems at war have more in common with one another than with their respective oppressors. That being a nobody, a mere cog in a larger machine, says more about said machine than it does about you, and that you can try to break free and build a life for yourself, where a happy ending looks like a dinner at the Ritz with the one you love most.
Shoehorning an underdeveloped "romance" between Beelzebub and Gabriel not only feels like bad fanfic (disclaimer: I like the ship and feel like it could have worked if developed in any capacity, and presented in a more humorous and character-appropriate way. I hate with passion how much they watered down Beelzebub in order to make them stereotypically romanceable, adding the Ineffable Bureaucracy to the ever-expanding list of characters I don't care about anymore.) but also, it muddles and grossly undermines the thematic raison d'être of Ineffable Husbands. If the ramifications for defecting and fucking off with the enemy were a slap on the wrist for the respective leaders of both sides, well surely the system can't be that oppressive after all. And if fear of the oppressive system wasn't, after all, what kept these beings apart, surely these two entities don't like each other as much as we thought. Or rather, one is reduced to a lovesick puppy and the other to a brainless husk of a character, a plot device, a means to go from place A to place B without spending much brainpower on the logistics.
And if these two new people got to kiss I care not, for they are not the same people I rooted for (props, though, to the actors, who gave, somehow, an almost Shakespearean gravitas to their love affair, underwritten and dumbed down as it was. They both love the characters, and it shows in the minuscule yet brilliant ways in which they added nuance where the script had none.)
What was that thing with the lesbians about? Though straight passing, I have always known myself to be attracted to women as well as men, and I am always highly suspicious when an "ally" writer (see: straight, no shade to straight people among which I live because they are, like, the majority) decides to make all characters queer, in the face of real-world statistics and despite NOT being queer themselves. When a person like Nate Stevenson does it they get a pass because writers self-insert and because, when done well, it can carry a message of equality. But when the ally writer does it, unless it is pitch-perfect, I am forced to examine the possibility of them being calculating about it and trying to score representation points, often because they need the rep as a fig leaf to cry homophobia behind when people start complaining about the atrocious plot.
Nina and Maggie were boring. They had no personalities, no cohesive backstories, nothing to make us understand what they are to one another and to the overarching plot ("plot" is used loosely here, for there was no plot: the series ended where it should have started, with six hours of -progressively more offensive to my intelligence- fanfic tropes in a trenchcoat serving as the, well, "plot"). I didn't care whether or not they'd end up together, because I have no idea who they are. The blandness of the dialogue had the actresses, both very talented as evidenced in the first season, grasping at straws with what little characterization they were left to work with, and the "ball" was so unbelievably bad a plot device no amount of suspension of disbelief was ever going to make it right.
The minisodes, though at parts clever and philosophical, felt out of place. This was another narrative choice I had to raise my eyebrows at, because it felt like a bunch of executives sat around a table and watched Neil Gaiman's powerpoint presentation of what made Season 1 financially successful. They were shoehorned in, largely irrelevant to the, eh, "plot", and most of them lasted far more than I personally deemed welcome, or necessary.
What else is there to say? The wink-winks and nudge-nudges to the Tumblr nation? The in-your-face Doctor Who reference? The narratively myopic choice to make Crowley a former archangel? The cheese dialogue, not one bit of which was quotable?
I am distraught. I am grieving an old friend, and a part of my fandom life I cannot, in good faith, return back to after this gross betrayal. I am happy for those who don't see it, because I wish I could love this season past its flaws. However, the writing isn't simply mediocre, it is irrevocably, immeasurably, undescribably bad, so bad I am shocked to my very core, so bad I find it offensive to Sir Terry's memory and everything his own creative output was lovingly filled with.
I am passing all five stages of grief and very much doubt I will return to this fandom. I loved the original story and the characters with all my heart- now the aforementioned heart is broken, not by the breakup or anything as pedestrian as cheap romantic tropes. But because my old friends, my family of fictional beings, are no longer the ones I loved and could relate to.
Deppie out.
#good omens#good omens season 2#go2#good omens 2 spoilers#gos2 spoilers#good omens s2#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens critical#good omens season 2 critical#neil gaiman#terry pratchett#good omens spoilers#michael sheen#david tennant
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Steve doesn’t like to admit it, but he likes to snoop. He’s a nosy guy. Anytime he’s in someone’s house for the first time, he snoops through their bathroom when he’s in there. He lies to himself and says it’s to be prepared for anything. Figure out where they keep the painkillers, the first aid kit, the extra toilet paper, the towels, but really he’s just curious. He always has been. He never snoops around when the person is there, but he can never decide if that’s better or worse.
The first time Steve is allowed into Eddie’s room, when he isn’t fighting for his life against creatures from the Upside Down that is, Eddie’s words catch him off guard.
“Get your snooping done now, man. There’s a lot of shit to sift through.”
He doesn’t ask how Eddie knows he likes to snoop, but he takes the opportunity after getting express permission while Eddie leaves to grab them some drinks from the kitchen. There is a lot of stuff, like Eddie said, but not in a way that’s messy. Steve wouldn’t call his room messy, just maybe a little crowded. In the best way possible, though. It looks lived in. Like a lot of love went into creating this space just the way Eddie likes it. It’s comforting.
The one place Steve pays the closest attention to is the small desk, littered with crumpled papers, notebooks, maps of fantasy worlds Steve has never heard of, pens and pencils, dice, you name it. Looking through the papers, Steve sees most of them are notes about a new campaign he knows Eddie has been working on for the kids. Steve knows Eddie’s been pouring over it endlessly because Will is visiting for the whole summer and the kids begged Eddie to write a campaign and play with them, and Eddie wants to make it the best possible game for the kid.
When Eddie comes back into the room, Steve stops his snooping and sits on the edge of the bed.
Steve takes a look at Eddie’s desk every time he’s in his room, now. He likes to see what Eddie is working on, likes to be able to ask him about it and watch his face light up as he starts to talk about something he’s passionate about.
One day, Steve walks into Eddie��s room and sees the amount of crumpled notebook paper seems to have multiplied drastically. He normally wouldn’t un-crumple any of the thrown away ideas and stick to the ones currently being worked on, but the magnitude of papers littering the floor nags at his curiosity too much to leave them be. So he picks up a few of the balls of paper and smooths them out best he could to read what they say.
Most of the papers are filled with a litany of crossed-out words and phrases, sometimes whole paragraphs of text. After looking at each paper, Steve realizes they’re song lyrics. He knew Eddie wrote music for his band, but he still hadn’t heard any of their music. Not for lack of wanting to, simply because Eddie told him he’ll invite Steve to one of their shows when he’s comfortable. It hurt Steve a bit to know Eddie still wasn’t comfortable enough to show him his original music, but he also knows that music is much more sacred to Eddie than it’s ever been to himself.
The lyrics really stand out to Steve, though, and he tries to wrap his head around them. It looks like Eddie is struggling with one song in particular he wants to write, because the lyrics are similar but different on every page. It’s a song about someone, it looks like, and it almost sounds like a love song, but not the kind of pop-style love song Steve is accustomed to, of course.
Steve knows not every love song has to be about one person in particular, but he feels like he knows who Eddie is writing about. It’s on the tip of his tongue. He knows Eddie is writing about one specific person. Too many times are the lyrics hyper-specific, but those are always the ones that are crossed out. Many mentions of brown eyes, the way they style their hair, their lips. Comments about hands, necks. There’s even a long paragraph entirely crossed out detailing moments they’ve shared, and it sounds eerily familiar.
It’s a lyric on the last paper Steve grabbed from the floor that makes the realization hit him like a truck.
Matching scars across our skin
Can’t believe you let me in
There’s something crossed out so intensely Steve can’t read it, but he can read the lines right below it.
If you’re the king, I’ll let you reign
But loving you’s a losing game
Steve knows, immediately, who the song is about, and before he even has time to react to this new knowledge, Eddie is walking through the door to his room again.
As soon as his eyes land on Steve, he freezes. “You weren’t supposed to see those, Harrington.”
But Steve is looking at him with awe in his eyes. “Are you writing a song about me, Munson?” He means for it to come out more teasing, but his voice is soft. Almost shy.
Eddie pulls a chunk of his hair forward to cover his face, looking down and anywhere other than Steve. “Don’t be ridiculous. Me? Writing a song about King Steve?”
Steve smirks a little and walks closer to Eddie. Not too close, he doesn’t want to scare him away. There’s also a small seed of worry sitting in the back of his brain waiting to sprout that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong about this. But he really hopes he’s right. “You know, you only bring out the King Steve shit when you’re too afraid to say what you’re really thinking.”
Eddie’s eyes widen and he looks at Steve in shock. “You… noticed something that specific?”
Steve just shrugs, closing the distance between them a little more, only about a foot and a half separating them now. “I notice a lot of things about you, Munson.”
Steve sees Eddie’s shoulders relax slightly from where they raised up closer to his ears. “If you’re just saying all this to pull a prank on me or something, that’s really fucked up, Steve.”
Steve quickly shakes his head. “I’m not. I promise I’m not, Eds. I would never.”
Eddie seems to be thinking really hard for a long moment, once again looking away from Steve. He fidgets with his rings a bit, spinning one slowly on one of his fingers. Steve’s eyes track the movement. Finally, Eddie looks at him again. “Fuck it.”
Eddie closes the distance between them, grabs Steve’s cheeks in both of his hands, and slams their lips together. It’s not a graceful kiss by any means, and not exactly what Steve had imagined their first kiss would be like. If he had imagined it before, which he definitely didn’t do, especially not every day. But regardless, it’s still one of the best kisses Steve’s ever had, and he’s had a lot. Everything about it is just so Eddie, he can’t even describe it. The gentle, almost shy hesitation he can feel mixed with the desperation of a man on his death bed. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist before they pull back, smiling at each other.
Eddie’s grin is almost blinding as his eyes scan over Steve’s face. “I’m almost finished with the final version of the song… you should come see us when we’re ready to play it.”
Steve’s eyes light up. “You mean I get to finally go see Corroded Coffin perform live?”
Eddie laughs. “Yes, that’s what I mean. I’ll let you know when we’ll play it for the first time. I’m not the singer, so you’ll have to hear Gareth singing about you, but at least you’ll know the lyrics are mine.”
Steve smiles, pressing a much softer and gentler kiss to his lips. “You’re more of a sap than I thought you’d be.”
“Oh, shut it, big boy.”
#steddie#bug writes#just a little thing i thought of and needed to get out there#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve likes to snoop!!#but eddie does too so its okay#i just really needed to write something about steve finding eddies lyrics#specifically lyrics about him!!!#also jesus i am not a songwriter please dont judge the lyrics too harshly i tried
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atz and a partner with endometriosis
pairing: ateez member x afab reader
type: scenario
warnings: none, reader in pain, no gender indicators in the fic, yeosang’s is implied that this happens during seggs but nothing is explicit (18+, minors and ageless dni), safeword use, mingi’s is pretty much the period thing i wrote but it’s fine 🙃
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hongjoong- all you did was post a private story to some of your friends about being in pain and hongjoong knew. so he left the production up to the other members of kq and left to be by your side. he knew there wasn’t much that could be done, pain killers and heat only did so much, but he just wanted to be there with you, to hold you. by now you were half asleep when the bedroom door slowly opened. “baby?” he called to you softly as he crept in. “hi,” you said weakly. he pouted as he looked at you, all bundled up and holding the heating pad on your stomach. “is there anything i can get you?” hongjoong asked sweetly. you shook your head and reached your arms up to invite him in for cuddles. hongjoong didn’t have to be told twice.
seonghwa- the two of you had just finished breakfast that morning and you were standing at the sink washing dishes when you felt the pain, nearly dropping the plate in your hand as you jolted forward. seonghwa, who had just finished getting ready for a day of practice, stopped short at the front door before rushed over to you. “darling, are you ok?” he asked with concern lacing his tone as he tentatively held a hand on your back. you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, “it hurts, hwa.” seonghwa immediately set the dish and scrub brush in your hands back into the sink and pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple. “c’mon, let’s get you back to bed, love.” he led you back to the bedroom and set you up in your shared bed with a heating pad and some medicine to help some with the pain. he also put on your favorite animation and left the room for a few minutes. you assumed he had left for work but it was odd since he didn’t kiss you goodbye. after some time had passed, seonghwa returned, put his shoes back into your walk-in, and climbed into bed with you, pulled you into his arms for a cuddle and kissing the crown of your head. “i thought you had to work?” you questioned. “you’re more important.”
yunho- this was a bad idea. he knew it but he wanted to do it anyways. “i want to understand what you go through.” it was a sweet sentiment but possibly a bit misguided. the plan was originally to get a period simulator but upon further research, yunho found that endometriosis pain was worse than normal period pain… so he bought a child birth pain simulator. (for the sake of this let’s pretend there’s a difference bc idk if there is) you tested it first and determined that your pain was a seven. yunho’s eyes went wide when he heard this. “a seven? of like childbirth pain?” you nodded. he gulped and started to question if he wanted to actually do this. after you reminded him he didn’t have to, he bolstered himself and agreed. carefully, you press the little electrodes on his lower abdomen and wait for him to give the ok. he breathed deeply, then nodded for you to start. you took it slow, working your way up and to his credit, he handled it very well, trying not to make to big of a display. every time he did, he remembered you saying you had to go to work, school, and the store acting like this pain wasn’t a problem. so if you had to, he had to as well. however, once he hit about five, his facade began to crack. by the time he hit seven, he was crying out in pain and couldn’t even stand. he fell to his hands and knees and you decided enough was enough, turning off the unit. “that’s what you deal with?!!” he asked as he gasped for breath. “umm, yeah?” he ripped the stickers off and stood up, embracing you tightly. “i’m so sorry.” his apology made you tear up. no one had ever tried to understand what you went through or even cared enough to experience the pain for themselves. from then on, yunho pampered you every chance he could, even the times when you weren’t having symptoms.
yeosang- “APPLE!! APPLE!!” you cried out and yeosang froze, eyes wide as he staggered back. “baby, i’m so sorry! are you ok? did i hurt you?” his brows furrowed in concern and he looked over your body for signs of damage but he wouldn’t move close to you just yet, too afraid of hurting you again. “no…i’m fine, sangie. i promise…” the tears streaming down your face told him otherwise. “y/n, baby, please tell me what i did.” his voice was soft, pain cracking through. you sighed and reached out your hands to pull him back over to you. “you didn’t do anything, love. it’s me. i’m just in pain and i tried to fight it for you and because we haven’t…in a while.” you shook your head as you rambled. yeosang reached a hand up to caress your face. “please don’t push yourself for me. if it’s hurting, tell me so i can stop. i don’t want you to be in any pain.” now he was tearing up. “i know. i just hate this. i wish it didn’t hurt so much.” frustration was apparent in your tone. yeosang leaned in carefully to kiss your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so sorry, my love, but please don’t do that again.” you nod in agreement. he smiled at you sympathetically before kissing your lips. “i’ll be right back, ok? i’ll go run you a bath.”
san- san let out as sigh as he cuddled in beside you and placed kisses on your cheek. your body melted into his, letting him be the big spoon for once. “can i get you anything?” he whispered to which you shook your head. “i’m sorry you’re in pain, my love. i wish i could take it away from you.” san was always like this. he cared so deeply for you, he never wanted you to have even the mildest inconvenience, so seeing you in pain hurt him about as much emotionally. he often said he would walk through fire for you and you knew he meant it every time. but seeing him so caring while you were in this state suddenly made you emotional. you let out a whimper as the tears began falling and you rolled on your other side to bury your face in his chest. “aw, no! baby, what’s wrong?” he asked. “it just hurts a lot and you’re so nice to me.” you wailed sounding like a child into his chest. san couldn’t help but laugh at your display before kissing your head repeatedly and pulling you impossibly closer to him. “i love you… that’s all.” san softly. you knew that. with every fiber of your being, you knew that.
mingi- it had been almost thirty minutes since you’d last seen mingi. when he arrived home from work to find you curled up in bed, heating pad clutched to your stomach. he gave you quick peck to your head before rushing back out the door. soon the door opened again and he came back with arms full of bags. “mingi, what is all of this??” first, he handed you the plastic bag in his right hand, arguably the most important considering it had your favorite meal it in, piping hot. he let out a few grunts with a bag between his teeth before he could finally set everything carefully down on your bed. “that’s your dinner. i didn’t want you to have to cook and you banned be from the kitchen after the fried rice incident.” “yes, well, the fire fighters thought it was best.” “right… but dinner, snacks…” he poured out the packets next to you. “i got every pain pill i could find.” the pills rattled in their containers as mingi dumped them out next. “i got a new heating pad and this one has a massager.” he handed the gadget to you. “and i was reading that this tea was good for pain so i got you that too. you want me to make you a cup?” “that sounds nice, min.” you looked up at him with complete adoration before he rushed off with the biggest smile on his face. there was nothing more that mingi loved in this world than to help you when you weren’t feeling well.
wooyoung- ever since your relationship started, something you and wooyoung did was roughhouse. it was always fun and playful and never too rough but you could normally take a lot. today, however, was a much different story. despite your pain, you wanted to do something nice for the boys and wooyoung, so you brought them lunch while they were working on their next album. you were setting everything up in the breakroom when wooyoung saw you and rushed in. of course you heard him before you saw him but you didn’t move, not expecting what he did next. without warning he wrapped his arms around your torso tightly and tried to pick you up… until he heard you cry out. the confused look on his face would have been priceless if you weren’t doubled over in pain. “what? what’d i do? are you ok, baby?” he asked, hunching over as well to check on you with a hand on your back. “i’m fine, woo… i’m just in a lot of pain.” you groan through gritted teeth. “yah, why didn’t you tell me?!” he had the audacity to fuss at you. you found the strength to stand upright and give him a look, “you attacked me!” “with love!” you rolled your eyes. for the rest of the day, wooyoung kept you in his lap and gave you apology kisses to make up for his mistake.
jongho- jongho was very familiar with your condition. he was the one in the doctors office holding your hand when you were diagnosed. he was the first person in your life to take your pain seriously when you heard, “everyone has cramps. get over it!” your whole life. so when he came home from work and found you on laid on the sofa, he knew exactly what was going on. jongho set his stuff down and kicked off his shoes at the door before walking over to lean down in front of you. your eyes opened slowly and you saw the concern in his eyes that looked you over. a hand reached up to stroke your head lovingly and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “is there anything i can do for you, love?” he knew well enough to know that there was very little he could do to help, but he still wanted to offer. to his surprise, you nod. “i haven’t eaten all day.” you pouted which he immediately mirrored. “we can’t have that now can we?” you shook your head. “ok, leave it to me, hm? i’ll also go get your heating pad. have you taken anything for the pain?” again, you shook your head. jongho let out an exasperated sigh and looked to the ceiling. “what am i gonna do with you? guess i’ll just have to take care of you.” you knew he was teasing you. jongho would do anything for you and did almost daily. with another kiss to your lips, he reached under you to carefully lift you from the sofa and carry you to your bed.
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R-18+; His Lioness (Alpha!Fili x Omega!Fem!Reader)
Summary - You had promised your status wouldn't get in the way of their journey and you were a hobbit of her word, that was until you began spending more time around him. Now without the aid of your herbs, you must fight off your heat and avoid the golden prince at all cost.
Warnings - Smut, language, semi-public sex, afab reader, female reader, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, omegaverse, biting, being claimed(?), heat, language, knotting (brief mentioned), mention of a cervix, mention of trolls, mention of medical herbs.
Pronouns & Pov - She/her, third-person-ish
Word Count - 6,800+
A/N - I apologize for any grammar or anatomy issues. I do not remember a single word I wrote, this was an old paid for smut by an ex-friend of mine. (I no longer have the collage I originally posted this with.)
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It had been ages since you last spoke to the golden-haired alpha yet alone glanced in his direction, it was a sudden change as if you had been cursed or snapped overnight. Normally he would be okay with this, understanding he and his brother could be quite the handful while traveling, however, you still spoke to his brother! It felt as if you were proving a point that you no longer needed the lion to stand beside you, a twinge of pain shooting right through his sensitive heart, a pain he saw worse than any blade or arrow which pierced his skin before.
A pain which extended towards you as well, not only were you fighting the physical urge to fling yourself at him for comfort but you were also constantly fighting the little lioness who lived deep within you as she cried for her mate to ease her pain. Oh, how you wished you could, nothing would make you happier than to finally rid those sleepless nights by resting in between your lion's scar-tattered arms, but you had made a promise to control your heat alone and you were a hobbit of your word.
It was not a binding promise, one you propositioned yourself insisting not all omegas needed a knot to soothe what ails them but that was before you finally noticed him. He was vastly different from the alphas you had met amongst your journey so far, he was the main reason you were allowed on this journey insisting you could fight as well as any alpha or beta who walked with them, yet he was still protective enough of you which warmed your heart but did not degrade you down to your status' qualities alone. Those once innocent thoughts of how wonderful he was to you quickly turned into deeper, more lustful ones especially after that dreadful night with the trolls.
Squirming around in that fabric sack whilst your eyes darted towards each dwarf, why did you agree to such a foolish plan? Thoughts of annoyance quickly replaced with fear as a massive, slimy hand wrapped around your entire form with ease. "Would you get a whiff of that, an omega ? I've never eaten one before!" Eyes widening to the size of dinner plates while you failed your limbs inside of the scratchy fabric, the scent panic oozing from your sweet aroma as each movement grew faster; this was it, this is how you'll perish at the hands, or rather mouth of a disgusting troll!
The lids of your eyes squeezed together snugly whilst your scent of panic spread throughout the forest, the entirety of your life flashing through your eyes; you had always wondered what that was like, excepting moments from your childhood or major milestones but instead, it was all of your adventures so far. An unexpected, chaotic, beautiful mess and every time a memory would fade a certain golden-haired dwarf would pop up before the memory continued. Each smile, horrible joke, or punch of your shoulder lightened the fear within the bottom of your belly as a horrid stench filled your nose, troll breath, gross.
The bottoms of your feet growing warm as the moist breath danced around the scratch fabric, it'll be okay- " STOP! " The scream pierced the air sharper than any arrow you had seen cast before, your memories and reassuring thoughts of your undeniable fate quickly stalling as did the troll's movements. "Oh? And why should I, dwarf ?" The troll snarled as he jerked your form down to his shoulder, peaking your eye open only to meet his menacing gaze. "You can't eat her! Because, erm, because-!" The panicked lion flailed around in the matching sack as he scanned his mind for any excuse good enough to free you, you're pregnant! No that could only tempt them further , a shiver shot down his spine at the disgusting thought.
"You can't eat them, especially not her, because they have, erm, worms in all their tubes ." Eyes quickly darting over to whom had just yelped, the hobbit wiggled around his restraint before continuing. "They're all infected with parasites . I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't." The hobbit choked out tone wavering as he wiggled up onto his covered feet, the troll yelped in disgust quickly releasing you to the squishy floor. Wait, squishy? The lids on your eyes both snapping open, head tilting up locking onto those familiar ocean eyes; the same eyes which widened with terror yet softened in relief. "Parasites? Did he say we have parasites?" "We don't have parasites!" Screamed a dwarf. "Yeah! You have parasites!" Hissed another, their disgruntled yells quickly stopped after a loud thump- "I mean I have parasites!" "We all do!" "Mine are as big as my arm!" " Mine are the biggest! I've got huge parasites!" One chimed in after another as the hobbit nodded his head at their antics, ones you merely missed out on due to how lost you became in the dwarf's eyes.
Heat flooded beneath the skin on your cheeks while you attempted to wiggle off of him, a string of soft apologies barely catching his ears as the dwarves continued to scream about their 'parasites' and bicker over which ones had the biggest. "Are you okay? You aren't hurt, are you?" The worry which dripped off of each word awoken the lioness within you, a silent purr rumbled within your chest as you cleared your throat; she was purring? She had never purred for anything besides food and warmth! "I am fine, Fili, but what of you?" "What of me?" A bushy brow raising as he leaned towards you aiding in your attempts to stand up. "I fell on you! Aren't you hurt?" Your panic not being eased as he simply shrugged his shoulders, a playful grin spreading upon his lips while the trolls squealed in disgust. "Dwarves can withstand many things, my dear hobbit. And even if I were hurt, who cares ?" The same loopy smile stayed glued upon his lip; I do! I care! Your inner lioness roared as you simply stood there, eyes blinking slowly whilst chaos ensued behind you.
A faint smile spread upon your lips at that memory, as terrified as you were then, you couldn't help but laugh at it now more relieved Fili had come to your rescue in time than anything. "What's with that look on your face?" A familiar voice questioned, wrapping a sturdy arm around your shoulders while the crunch of an apple caught your ear. "Oh, I'm just thinking of those huge parasites of yours." A small laugh slipping through your lips as you watched his eyes loop around in their sockets, a groan of annoyance slipping through his lips as he took another bite of his apple. "I told you, I panicked." He muttered holding out the unbitten red side to you, quickly shaking your head no, causing him to shrug and bite that side as well. "And we both know that's the face you make when you think of Fili." His tone growing higher in pitch at his brother's name, the attempt at mimicking your voice quickly reigniting the flaming heat beneath your cheeks.
"I do not know what you are talking about, have the parasites gotten to your brain again?" Muttering the words out whilst you slapped his arm away from your shoulders, the rising heat rapidly spreads across your flesh starting from your face down to the very tips of your toes. "Y/N, I can smell your lust from miles away and it's disgusting." His nose scrunching up at the end, giving you no choice other than to turn your head away from him; he had noticed? Could the others smell it too? Oh dear gods, could Fili smell it? Your sweet aroma was quickly drenched with the bitterness of your fear and the alluring tones of lust, an odd combination surely any who got within five feet of you could get a strong whiff of. "Y/N, I was kidding. I only noticed it when I made my way over." The brunette reassured you while gently patting his calloused hand on your upper back, your tensed shoulders quickly dropping back to your sides as you released the breath of air you unknowingly held onto.
"When was the last time you took your herbs, Khazush?" The softness in his tone and the nickname he frequently used for you brought you to the brink of tears, he insisted on calling you 'Khazush' which Bofur claimed meant sister, you were unsure if that was true or another joke Kili was playing yet it warmed your heart to that he would even consider seeing you as his own family, joke or not. And now with your heat in full swing, any emotions you had towards anything were amplified by ten yet it always oddly resulted in you in full-blown tears. "When were we in Rivendell?" Your pitch rising slightly whilst you twiddle your thumbs, head ducked down meekly as the brunette dwarf began to screech at you for being so careless, which was rather rich coming from him.
"Why didn't you say something sooner?!" "Because I do not want pity and keep your voice down, they'll hear you!" The yelled whispers forcing many's attention onto the pair of you including the sharp gaze of the lion you desperately avoided, his ocean orbs burning holes at your skull as he attempted to tune in on your conversation. "Oh like they cannot smell it-" The brunette quickly gulped down his words as your eyes narrowed at him, a glare he would typically only see in the midst of battle or if he had accidentally got you in the crossfire of his pranks.
"You could have asked for more! Oin has plenty of herbs which stall rutts!" The brunette dwarf whispered out quickly as he motioned to the elderly dwarf who walked mere feet behind you, blissfully minding his own business amongst the soft bickering and laughter of others. "Kili, heats are not the same, nor will they ever be the same as a rutt. They're so much-" A loud yelp escaping from your lips while your arms quickly wrapped around your lower abdomen, chest rising and falling at a faster pace while your scent further seeped into the area surrounding you. "worse." You managed to finish your sentence while beads of sweat began to form on your forehead, your entire form trembling painfully unaware of the concerned gazes upon you. Kili's hands gently tracing small circles upon your upper back as he whispered faint apologies and swears at whomever damned you to bear this curse.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Another familiar voice greeted your opposite side, a much softer hand resting upon your shoulder as the beta's scent filled your nose; freshly cut grass, clean linen, and a hot mug of freshly brewed tea, that was your dear friend Bilbo Baggins. "Yes, yes. I'm fine, Bilbo." A faint whimper leaving your lips a matter of seconds after the words did, every fiber of your being burning ablaze as the fabric between your thighs quickly dampened whilst your mind began to haze.
"Y/N." The hobbit warned as his nose filled with your alluring aroma, while the scent of your slick barely affected him, the sight of his dearest friend quivering in pain split his beta heart into two. "I will not say anything but I want you to speak to Oin...please." The seriousness in his tone rapidly turned timid as he fought the urge within him to scoop you up and scent you in the hopes of easing your pain, a common practice between the pair of you that had died off at your request the moment your journey began, a request he wished had ignored yet he was a hobbit of his word. "I will, I promise. I just- fuck!" Your howl in pain catching each dwarves' ear, especially the golden-haired one, panic began to rush through his veins while he watched you crumble down onto your knees from afar.
The thumping of rushed steps was accompanied by the dried leaves they destroyed beneath them, all vastly different scents danced together all due thanks to a shared emotion that oozed out of them; panic. "Miss Y/N are you o-'' The toy-maker's voice quickly caught in his throat as the heavy scent of lust caught his nose, a heavy heat spread upon his face as your whimpers quickly turned into choked out sobs at the unbearable pain which wracked your body. "Oh, lass…" The softness in his tone forced another quiet whine from your body, the typical warmth of his calloused palms felt cooling compared to the excruciating heat that admitted from your trembling form. "Come on, lass, let's see what Oin has for you." His calloused palm gently tapped upon your lower back, an attempt to distract you from the waves of shooting pain that roamed throughout your body.
An innocent action by two friends was not perceived as such by a particular alpha who loomed nearby. A low growl escaped the blonde's thin lips while the goofy alpha rushed past him, you snugly draped over his left shoulder knowing well you could barely stand let alone walk in your condition yet he could not control the fire of jealousy that grew inside the pit of his stomach; how he wished that was him. It was painfully obvious how much he adores you to the other alphas and betas who traveled amongst his side, though he denied his true feelings at first claiming you two were merely friends yet there were certain actions the company noticed that he could not deny as easily.
How his cheeks would flush red while he gazed upon you during battle, how only you could calm down the lion amidst an argument between himself and Thorín, and how he would stir whilst you were on guard alone yet he would quickly fade into the soothing embrace of sleep the moment you stepped foot inside your bedroll. Each small action struck another nail into his coffin, he was madly in love with you and all could see it other than yourself.
The announcement of stopping for a night's rest quickly snapped the alpha out of his brief daze. The announcement was met with sighs of relief and the quickly scrambling of each alpha and beta to set up camp, though their king was kind he was also rather hard-headed when it came to traveling. As the day of Durin inched closer each moment, put further stress upon each member including yourself, admitting you had gone into heat would be the last thing all of the company needed.
By the grace of the gods, Bofur delivered you to Oin without any of the company stopping you. Whether that was out of pure luck or pure embarrassment you did not care to know, all you cared for was those magic herbs to ease any of the pain that shook you from your very core.
You were quickly instructed to go down by the river to wash some of the stench which clung onto you, concerned it would only spike another wave of pain throughout your body before the herbs could do anything. The elder dwarf quickly nudged you off to the edge of the campsite, nodding his head kindly before removing vials of herbs from his pack.
Your eyes quickly scanned over the camp ensuring that no one was following you before walking off into the wooded forest. The path of endless cedar trees seeming to taunt you as each step you took burned throughout your tired body, the only motivation that flooded your veins was the distant roar of water crashing against each other.
While you were inching closer to the glorious waterfall, a particular golden alpha back at the campsite was anxiously looking around for you. Your heavenly scent still lingered throughout his mind even with you away, the homey scent that danced comfortably within his nose simply fueled the anxiousness deep within his belly. Despite smelling like a pure dream, you looked so miserable.
"Stop pacing, you'll tear the ground in two." The familiar nag of his brother's voice greeted his left ear, his ocean-colored orbs quickly looping around his skull. "So what if I do? There is a hobbit missing from our company, who I must remind you is an omega, and no one is doing a thing about it!" The lion huffed, his muscular arms crossing in front of his chest. Why was no one doing anything about your absence?
"Hmm? Oh, you mean dear, Y/N!" A beaming smile spread upon the dark-haired dwarf's face, a hint of mischief rising beneath his sapphire eyes. "I believe she went to bathe in the stream, something about smelling like an orc." Tapping a calloused finger upon his thin lips while his gaze shifted towards the path you had wandered down, pretending to ponder on the supposed words you spoke to him.
"I see..." Fili trailed off, the panic which roamed his veins slowly dying off until the image of you hunched over nearly sobbing in pain flashed throughout his mind. "She looked ill earlier, are you sure it is wise she bathes without a guard nearby?" His expression greatly softened, the thought of you needing help and not receiving it made both his and his lion's hearts twinge in pain.
"That's why I came over here, Khâzash." A bushy eyebrow quirked upwards in the younger dwarf's direction, utter confusion spreading upon the lion's face more so at the use of the sudden word of brother in their tongue. "It was suggested I guard her while she bathes," His brother began, a spark of jealousy flashed behind the ocean eyes peering into his soul, exactly as planned. "however, I do not feel comfortable with that. The thought of seeing her nude is rather repulsive." Forcing a shiver throughout his body and a quiet gag within his mouth.
"And how exactly am I brought into this?" The eldest uttered out, a poor attempt to keep him in his conversation and not dwell upon the lewd images of your bare form which danced within his mind. Each inch of flesh on full display, the small scars that tattered your body due to the fights you had gone in, the slightest of curves throughout your form, just all of you in your purest of forms caused the fabric in front of his trousers to tighten ever so slightly.
"You owe me a favor, remember?" The brunette inquired, tilting his head to the side similar to a dog curiously listening to their owner's odd command. "I took the last watch so you could look for your sword? Have you truly forgotten your promise or are you simply refusing me, my fair payment?" His toned arms crossing in front of his chest, an exaggerated pout spread across his thin lips.
The blonde simply nodded his head not remembering the action spoken of, typically he would roll his eyes at his brother's antics but he was given the chance to protect you! To prove he was truly good enough to be your mate! Without another word to his brother, he quickly went down the lightly stoned path towards the stream barely missing the soft chuckle that escaped his brother's lips towards his sudden movements.
The cold water splashed against your skin, each tiny ripple a moment of ease from your burning flesh. A relieved sigh escaped your lips while your body further sank into the glorious stream, maybe you should've seen Oin beforehand. If your heat could have been fixed with a simple bath within some streams you would've spoken up the moment you got that disgusting troll's scent on you, a faint shiver shooting down your spine at the memory.
A memory cut short by the sudden snap of a twig breaking. Rushing towards the edge of the stream, you leaned forwards to grasp your sword within your slipper palms, your breath catching in the back of your throat at the thought of another foe coming to attack you. "Who goes there? Show yourself!" Your voice booming throughout the silent woods, a few birds flying off at the sudden disruption.
"Y/N, it's me, Fili." The soft voice cut through all panic in your veins, another relieved sigh escaped your body as you dropped your sword. The faint click of metal against the base of a tree ringing in the prince's ears. "You startled me. I'll be done in a few moments and then you can have the streams to yourself." Sighing at the sudden disruption though your lioness didn't mind it, invite him in! She gnawed, pawing at your chest. You know we both want to!
"Oh, erm, that's not why I'm here." A sudden heat arose throughout his pale cheeks, his words coming out more rushed and excited than he had intended. "I mean, I came to guard while you bathed...you looked unwell earlier and I wanted to make sure someone else would be beside you in the off chance of an ambush. Not that you would need my help!" He quickly corrected himself, relieved the giant cedar tree hid his rosy cheeks.
The panic in his tone made your inner lioness purr, he's worried about us. Tell him the truth and ask him to help. She sang while your chest began to rumble, her soft purrs not catching the prince's ear but his lion's. "It is alright, Fili. I know what you meant and I appreciate-ah!" A sharp twinge of pain erupted within your core, your lioness growing less patient as each second passed. I said to tell him! She nagged angrily, her sudden playful tone turning harsh and serious.
"Y/N! Are you okay?!" Panic arose throughout the dwarf's veins, was someone attacking you and not allowing you to speak?! His inner lion roared at the thought of his lioness being harmed, though he was unaware of what beast lived within you, certain actions made him conclude you owned a lion similar to him.
"I'm okay, Fili. I just-holy fuck why me?" Your stuttered words turned quickly into stretched-out whines as you sank further into the stream. The once cooling water appeared boiling against your skin, a faint sheen of sweat forming on your forehead as your steady breaths turned into slow pants.
His limbs suddenly moved at your outburst of cries, panic flooding through his entirety as his lion began to growl prepared to fight whoever was bringing you this pain. His tracks suddenly coming to a halt at your heavenly image, you looked like a goddess in your purest form, the fabric between his legs quickly turning into a tent as both his and his lion drank in your form.
"I am so sorry, I heard your cries, and I-" His words dying on his tongue the moment your alluring scent filled his nose once again, a scent he had only vaguely smelt before but that was when you were meant to be in heat. His pupils dilated whilst his eyes enlarged in shock at the sudden revelation, you were in heat! That was why Kili and Bofur were being so nice to you, not because they fancied you-wait, you're in heat!
"Y/N, are you by any chance in heat?" The idiotic question was quickly answered by the pathetic little whimpers that escaped your lips, your arms tightly embracing your lower abdomen allowing your breasts to be on full display for the golden prince. "Would you like some help?" The words escaped his lips faster than the thought of speaking, the blush in his cheeks dying off as the air grew heavy with lust. Lust for you and returned lust for him as both lions lept around excitedly within their homes.
"Please, it hurts so bad." You whined, pearls of tears rolling down your cheeks as you finally caved to the lioness's demands. The lion before you quickly shedding all cloth barriers from the sun's golden rays, his enlarged cock sprung up towards his abdomen with the removal of his undergarments. If you had not been soaked beforehand, both by water and with your slick, you surely would have been at the sight of the prince's muscular and scar-tattered body.
"Are you sure about this, Y/N?" The sloshing of water accompanied his words as he inched closer towards you, his heavenly scent flooding all of your senses as you stared up at him, eyes glistening with lust. "I need you to tell me to get out and leave right now if you do not want this, if you do not want me." His breath slowly accompanied yours in pants, eyes burning within the depths of your soul as your lioness growled excitedly within you.
"Please help me, alpha." The melodic way you whined out his title was almost nearly enough to make him cum right then, his lion growling deep within his chest with appreciation at your pathetic mews. His sturdy arms quickly scooped you up from the stream, your legs mindlessly wrapped around his muscular waist while your lips melded together.
Every question and doubt of his feelings for you easing away, all worries of what your journey held before you being carried off by the stream. In those few blissful moments, there was no fighting, no fear, and no running, it was simply you and him in those woods as bare as the day you were born. Your curious hands wandering throughout his golden locks, the softness of his hair tickling your inner fingers while the two of you continued to melt into one another.
"Fuck." The alpha groaned against your plump lips, his calloused hands wandering down from your waist to your soft arse. A soft squeeze forced your hips to buck forwards and arms to wrap behind his neck in surprise, the sudden glide of your skin against his throbbing cock allowed a moan to slip through the lips which hovered mere centimeters above yours.
"You ready, my omega?" His low growl and possessiveness at your title sending a desperate wave down your spine, your slick further drenching your inner thighs. "Yes please, alpha. Need it so bad, need you!" Your hips moving on their own accord, desperately bucking towards him attempting to receive any form of relief from your pain-stricken state.
"I have such a needy little omega." Humming contently while squeezing your arse again, his right hand lowering down between his legs to grasp his hardened cock. The swollen tip lightly grazing your drenched cunt, a soft gasp sliding out between your plump lips at the sudden sensation.
Your alpha decided to take a few extra moments to glide his throbbing cock up and down your drenched slit, enjoying the whimpers while he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves before moving away before you received an ounce of relief. The adorable pout you bestowed upon your soft lips being all too much for him, finally caving as he began to sink his pulsating cock deep within you.
Satisfied groans leaving both of your lips while your heads tilted backward, the sudden pressure accompanied by that blissful burning stretch that eased your aching cunt more in a matter of moments than your fingers ever could in hours. "Thank you, alpha." You whined softly into his ear, his only response a low growl as he held your arse firmly into place, a subtle attempt to restrain himself from destroying you right then.
Silently thanking the gods for his perfect match as he closed his eyes allowing himself to become quickly absorbed with the sensation of your drenched pussy, how it perfectly wrapped around him just like you were crafted for him as he knew you were. You were his one, his true mate and there was no doubt in his mind of this especially not now with how your body responded to being filled to the brim with him.
"I'm going to start moving, tell me if it hurts." The words muffled softly against your neck, his length slowly sliding out of your slick causing a disappointed whimper to slip through your lips as he moved you up ever so slightly. His sturdy palms slowly lowering you back onto his thick length allowing your satisfied moans to ring throughout the empty woods.
His lips curling upwards into a pleased grin, you responded so perfectly, the movements of raising you and lowering you slowly turning into a steady speed. Yet he still restrained himself from you, fearful of harming his one by being blinded by momentary bliss. His worries were quickly carried away by the stream as those glorious words escaped your lips, "More alpha, please." A sentence which would forever be ingrained in his mind, how beautifully it sounded while it left your lips and how heavenly you looked while saying it pleased the lion within him.
A satisfied growl rumbling through his chest as the pace of lowering you down onto his throbbing cock quickened, your cunt clenching tightly around him with each buck of his hips. Nipping at the corners of your neck with each movement, mindlessly searching for that one heavenly spot- "Ah!" You moaned out, a wave of electricity sparked throughout your body as his teeth grazed the most sensitive corner of your neck. Perfect.
Sucking against the supple corner of your neck, the prince began to speed up the pace he was impaling you upon his cock. His hips bucking upwards further carving a path within you slick. "That's a good omega." He hummed lowly against your flesh, the soft squelch of your aching cunt was accompanied by the soft trickling of the stream and soft splashes from each thrust the prince made.
Your inner walls embracing the dwarf's mighty length entirely, each stroke of his cock reaching sensitive depths you had never even grazed before. "Fuck! Right there!" His sturdy thrusts came to a quick halt as his cock rammed into that magical spot near your cervix, the steady throb within his cock aligning to his speeding heartbeat as he slowly drew himself out of your heavenly cunt.
Before a whimper of disappointment could escape your soft lips he had already rammed his cock back into you, hitting that heavenly spot perfectly with each rough stroke. "Fili!" You whined out, your claws digging into his muscular back while your legs squeezed tightly around his waist.
The speed of his thrusts created a small burn within his hips yet he paid it no mind, the beautiful moans that escaped your lips and that heavenly sound of your sopping pussy burnt fires deeper within him.
A familiar tingle began to spread up from your toes throughout your entire body as his strokes became sloppier, his soft moans and whimpers fueling your own as the pit within your belly began to knot. Every thrust bringing you a step closer to pure bliss, a bliss you had been craving from him the moment he had saved you wanting nothing more than to properly thank him.
"Let it all out, omega." He cooed out between his gasps, the vibrations against the sensitive spot on your neck sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine, and as if on command your moans grew louder. Birds flying from their homes as your pleasure-filled cries rang throughout the trees, any restraints from showing your alpha how good he truly made you feel dying down as a calloused palm made it's way up from your hip and down in between your legs.
The tip of his rough thumb gently grazing the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs. "Oh!" A small wave of static pleasure sparked throughout your body, your body arching further into his touch as your head arched towards a tree on his opposing side.
Soft circles being etched into the throbbing bundle of nerves as his thrusts grew more animalistic as he rose his head from your arched neck, drinking up the entirety of your lustful form as low growls escaped his lips. The fire within him burning brighter as the snap of his hips against yours grew louder, your nails clawing further into his scar-tattered back as he began to bend you down towards the stream.
A temporary wave of panic striking throughout your trembling form before his harsh thrust met that heavenly spot deep within your core, your eyes rolling back into the deep abyss of your skull as your mouth fell agape. Cries of his name growing louder as small tears roamed your cheeks, the thumb on your clit quickly accompanying the sloppy speed of his hips as he nipped at the base of your neck.
"Fili! I can't hold it much longer!" You whined out, nails dragging down his back sending a small wave of electricity down his spine. "Do it, omega. Cum. Cum for me." His commanding growl was the final tug at the knot within you, the heavenly static which flooded your entire being was simultaneously accompanied by the gush of pleasure rushing down your legs.
The fast swirls of his thumb against your clit further sending you into the deepest abyss of pleasure as your alpha repetitively struck the bruised pleasure center within your cunt, nails clawing down the entirety of his back entrusting him completely to shield you from the roaring waters below.
The flutter and squeeze of your cunt around his cock nearing too much for the prince, each milking motion bringing him to the same cliff you had delved off of in the midst of your pleasure. The low vibration of his grumble against your neck momentarily anchoring you back into reality, a reality that quickly faded away as his teeth sunk into the most sensitive nook of your neck.
The blinding heat of pleasure shoving you back down that glorious depth, your entirety trembling within his grasp as your aching cunt pulsated and fluttered around his massive length. His scent slowly crept onto yours as your lioness roared happily, his, you were finally his! An unbreakable bond between two mates sent your core ablaze and your heart flutter, a pleasure-filled memory you would later shyly adjust for the sensitivity of your pups.
"Fuck! Omega!" He growled lowly, your flesh still between the sharp daggers which rested in his mouth. "Shit, I want to knot you so bad-fuck! You're so tight, so fucking good!" The slight puncture of your neck being released as the knot within the prince tightened, his animalistic thrusts becoming sloppier as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. Images of painting the deepest depths of your aching cunt flooding his mind, his most primal instincts to breed you nearly taking over as his orgasm approached rapidly.
The warmth that filled your belly on the inside was suddenly accompanied by a splash of warmth on the outer, you whimpering at the lack of being filled as the base of his cock swelled outside of you. His white-hot ribbons painting your lower abdomen as he grasped onto your arse firmly, soft whimpers flooding your ears whilst the faint tickle of his beard nuzzling into your neck greeted your pleasure-filled sense.
"Fuck." He gasped out softly, his wobbling limbs slowly leading you out of the roaring waters beneath you before lowering you down onto his stained tunic. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" His brows furrowing in concern as if he had not pounded into your very core mere moments ago, a bewildered smile spread upon your lips as you weakly bobbed your head.
The little energy that took you towards the stream completely washed away with the intense pleasure he had given you. "Good." He sighed in relief, the corners of his chapped lips curling upwards into a gentle smile while he quickly busied himself with cleaning up the white ropes that rested upon your belly.
"I am aware it is common for alphas to knot when they claim their omega," He began softly, worries of him regretting his lust-driven actions slowly creeping into your mind, the gentle slosh of water stilling your speeding heart. "but, I want to wait until we reclaim our home. If that is okay with you, of course. You're my omega and I would love to hear your opinion but I am afraid I will not budge on this since-" His panicked rambling being cut short with your soft lips on top of his, a pleased hum slipping through his as you cupped the side of his bearded face.
"I understand, alpha. You are only thinking of our future together." The hoarse words scratching the back of your throat upon exit, had you truly screamed that hard? A faint heat rising in between the skin of your cheeks, a familiar heat rising between your legs at the hazy memory. "Let's get you dressed and see if Oin has some herbs for your throat." A loving glint shining behind his ocean orbs as he pulled himself from the roaring waters, right Oin!
The memories of secretly coming to bathe trickling back into your mind, nothing striking as odd until Fili had shown up unannounced. "Did Oin tell you I had gone to bathe? He promised me secrecy in terms of my heat." A hint of disappointment arose in your tone, not of what had happened before with Fili, that you had adored, but rather at your friend breaking such a promise.
"No? Kili did." An eyebrow quirking upwards in your direction while he spoke, confusion spreading upon his face as you slid your leather outerwear over the cotton tunic. His words were spoken as fact as he began to observe you as if you were some strange troll he had stumbled upon, his calloused fingers entwining in your leather cords before pulling the taught.
"He told me he was meant to guard you as you bathed but he asked me to cover for him instead." "Oh, I am going to kill him." You muttered under your breath as you tied the cords behind your waist, uttering a small thank you towards your alpha as embarrassment and anger arose within you. "He planned this, didn't he?" Fili questioned, slipping on his garments after ensuring yours were put on properly. "I am afraid he did, my alpha." The pair of you chuckling softly as realization struck both of you, all this time his teasings towards both of you were hidden truths you had both willingly ignored.
His calloused palm quickly entwined around your smaller one while you began your path back towards the camp weapons in opposite palms, the fresh bite mark on full display for all of the company to see to know you were his and only his, that is if they hadn't guessed that already from the screams coming within the woods.
"I knew it!" The youngest dwarf cheered as he bounced from his seat, quickly whipping around towards the dwarf beside him. "Come on, pay up!" He stated holding out his palm with a wide grin spread upon his stubbly face, an annoyed grunt that left the elder dwarf's lips was quickly followed by the swish of coins within their satchel. "A pleasure doing business with you." His short victory was cut short by your angered voice.
"Kili! Did you bid on my love life?" The hissed words made the young prince's blood run cold, his mouth quickly opening before flying shut as he struggled to find any excuse that would save his skin. "Run." You growled lowly sending the prince darting down the opposite path from you. Pressing a soft kiss to your lover's temple, you quickly tossed your sword aside the loud clunk gathering everyone's attention before you sped after the terrified prince.
An amused laugh slipped through his lips as his younger brother shot him pleading glares, hoping somehow he would stop his enraged omega. "YOU'RE GOING TO LET HER KILL ME!" He yelped between desperate gasps for air, limbs moving faster than they had in any previous battle before. "She won't kill you, rough you up a little yet but murder no." "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT! GET BACK HERE YOU ARSE!" Your booming voice followed by an eruption of laughter, each dwarf silently looking or loudly cheering on the fight which ensued in front of them as the other hobbit panicked at your drastic actions.
"Quite the mate you have there." His uncle praised, grasping a warm palm upon his shoulders, his stoic feature curled upwards in amusement at your actions. "My lioness is something else." Fili chuckled as his lion straighten up in the pride of you, a faint blur of his golden locks catching the corner of your eye during the chase against his idiotic brother. "That she is." The slight impact of his uncle tapping his back brought warmth to his chest knowing he had accepted you into their pack, a chaotic one which you had grown to love throughout your travels and would continue to love as your journey came to an end.
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