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A/N ::: I haven't written anything for like, a week now? I mean, nothing substantial. I started this 4 or 5 days ago and dropped it until this morning where I finished the last 3-5 pages. Anyway. I never write "Asshole Draken" because I really just don't see him pullin' that shit. But we all have bad days. And I guess this was one of his. But don't worry, it turns out so, so good (I think).

C/W ::: Asshole Draken x F.Reader, saying mean shit to each other, without saying too much, he gets a teeny itty bitty bit physical with her but that's all. He doesn't hit her so don't be completely deterred by this if that's what you were thinking. Uh, M->F and F->M Oral. Slight face-fucking, name calling (but it's ... ok? Idfk. Shut up.) I proofed this once cuz I got a sick kid that wants me to play roblox with her so I gotta go do that. If I missed anything shoot me a message and I'll check it out. I hope you guys like this!!

WC ::: 3,314 *roughly 8 pages on Google Docs* Sorry not sorry it's so fucking long.

He sat in the corner of the garage, working in near total silence on his bike.

You came over today because he invited you. You thought it was going to be fun, sitting in there with him while he fiddled away with the machine. Boy, were you wrong.

He was quiet for the most part. But when he did speak, he had nothing nice to say to you. He was really short for someone who was so much fucking taller than you.

You looked over at him, watching as he pulled the old engine out of the bike. He had a rag in his mouth and grease on his face. His hair was messy and his eyes were focused on the task at hand. You admired that determination. Still, you couldn't figure out what the hell his problem was.

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest. A question sat on the tip of your tongue, threatening to pass the closed threshold of your lips and enter the shared space. God you wanted to talk to him. Maybe you could help him find out what was wrong with the bike. You knew a thing or two about mechanics. Sure, not as much as he did. But a second set of eyes and hands rarely did more damage.

But then, the question died on your tongue. Because you knew why he didn't want your help. You're not even sure he wanted you there. You stood and headed toward the door to the house. Then and only then, did he finally speak up.

"The fuck you goin'." He said quietly.

You turned around and glared at him. "What?"

He set down his tools and pulled the rag out of his mouth. "Said, where you going? You're supposed to be helping me. You said you’d come over today so you could fucking help me with this goddamn thing."

"Helping you? Helping ...? Ken, you won't so much as even look at me. You haven't smiled at me, you barely said hi when I got here. And you're pissed at me?"

Ken stood up and walked over to you, towering over you as he wiped the grease off his hands. "I asked you for help and you said yes. I didn't ask you to just sit there and look pretty. Speakin' of, what the hell you wearing today, anyway? Is this supposed to be cute or somethin'?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I am just here to look pretty, Ken. I'm not here to do anything else. I'm not here to actually do anything."

Ken took a step back and scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Are you really just gonna act like this? You don't wanna be here. I can see that. You can leave, g'head. Get out."

You stepped away from him and squared your shoulders. "Fffffine." You challenged. "Your wish is my command, my King." Turned away from him now, you muttered under your breath what a dick he was being and how you didn't know for sure if he wanted your help today with this. If you had known, you wouldn't have dressed the way you did.

"Sorry? Did'n hear ya jus’ now. What was that?" He said it louder than he needed to.

You spun around and met his gaze with your own. "I said, you're being a dick."

"Well, if the shoe fits, babe. And you're being a bitch. So, let's just wear these shoes, eh?" He shot back. “Let’s wear these shoes and jus’ walk away from each other.”

You were both silent for a moment. The air between you thick with tension. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside of you. Who the hell was he to speak to you like that? You came here to see him and he was treating you like shit.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hit him. But you didn't.

Instead, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the garage, slamming the door behind you. He yelled at you to come back but you ignored him. You were done. Done with his shitty attitude and his shitty behavior.

Grabbing your jacket and your purse from the couch, you threw them both on and headed for the front door. You could hear his footsteps coming from the laundry room into the kitchen and sooner than you expected, they were right behind you.

"Jus’ gonna leave, huh?" He growled. "That's it? You're gonna walk out of here and leave me to finish this stupid fuckin' thing on my own?"

"You don't want my help, Ken! You don't even want me here right now! You've made that painfully obvious. So ... yeah. Yeah. I'm going to go. And you can call Mikey and have him suck you off while you two idiots do whatever it is that you do when you're toget---"

He grabbed you by the jaw and brought his face down to yours. "You … don't fuckin' talk to me like that. You understand? You're the only one who sucks this cock. An' right now I feel like you should be doin' a lot more of that than mouthin' off to me the way ya are. Gettin' on my las' fuckin' nerve righ' now, princess."

You looked up at him, shoving his hand away from you. "Ken." You said softly.

He pulled his hand away from your face and took a step back. "Mm? ... Ya got somethin' to say? There's a surprise."

You shook your head and bit your bottom lip. "I'm ... I didn't mean to ..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're ... what? You're sorry now? You always know the right things to say to me at the right times, don't ya? Yeah, yeah ya do."

You nodded. "Yeah. I guess."

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "So, what? You're gonna come back ...? You gonna help me with this goddamn thing like I wanted ya to? You think I want you here now after ya actin’ like such a shit?"

"Oh my fucking god, Ken. Make up your mind, would you? This conversation is like watching someone on a swing that's out of control. I don't know which way to look and I'm getting nauseous. Just fuckin’ …tell me what you want." You rolled your eyes so hard at him it felt like you pulled a muscle in your socket.

"Tch. There go ya world famous eye rolls again. You look like ya do when 'm fuckin' ya real good. You're good at those." He smirked. "You're so goddamn dramatic. Always making a scene. Just come back here and help me with this thing. I'll even let you hold my big, heavy tools, k, princess?"

You stood there, arms crossed over your chest. You were ready to throw hands with him if he said anything else. But he didn't.

Instead, he walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed the top of your head down to your neck and whispered an apology. You could feel his breath on your skin and his body pressed against yours. You couldn't believe he was acting like what happened didn’t just happen between the two of you.

"What the hell was that, Ken? You're such a ... a ... an asshole!"

He chuckled softly and kissed you on the lips. "I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I am an asshole. But you make me crazy, ya know? Ya little hissy fits irritate the shit out of me sometimes 'n I just explode."

You shook your head. "I don't want to be the one who makes you explode, Ken. Not like that, anyway." You giggled. "That's not why I came over today. I came here to help you. But I didn't even get the chance to. You didn’t give me the chance to. You were in a bad mood when I got here."

"We’ll get back in there and you can hold my tools like you always do. And I'll show ya what to do. Deal?" He looked down at you with a soft smile.

You smiled back. "Deal."

"Think you needa learn a little lesson about how you need to not take that bitchy ass little tone with me, hah? Follow me, now."

You watched Ken walk away and disappear around the corner into his bedroom for a second before what he was implying was registering in your brain.

"Oh. OH, shit." You caught up to him and found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his coveralls pulled down to his waist, he was leaning back on his hands. A vicious smirk set on his lips.

"Yeah, 'Oh shit.' Come here, brat." He reached back and took his hair out of its braid and tossed the tie onto the bed.

You walked over and stood between his legs. His hands were on your hips, gently caressing the silky fabric of your dress. You were already wet for him and he knew it. It was written all over your face. The way your hips swayed when he touched you.

"'M sorry I said what I said about what you're wearing today. You look really fuckin' sexy. It's distracting. I think you should take it off f'me." He gestured his hands downward, "C'mon. Get outta it."

You smiled and slid the straps off your shoulders one at a time. Then you slipped the dress down to your ankles, exposing your tits and pussy to him.

“No panties today, hm? You really had no idea I wan’ned your help with the bike?” His eyes were glued to your body. He stared at the roundness of your belly, rubbing it with the palms of his hands, sliding them around to the fattest part of your ass. He squeezed it gently and pulled you toward him, placing kisses on your stomach, moving down to your pussy.

His stubble tickled your skin as he kissed you. You sighed as he slipped his hands between your thighs and spread your legs apart a little more.

"What's this?" He dipped his fingers into your pussy and pulled them out, pressing them against his thumb again and again, holding them up to your face to show you how wet you were - like you were completely unaware of it at this point.

"You know what that is, dummy." You threw your head back, forcing your chest out a little bit more.

He laughed. "Yeah, I know what that is. What I don't know is why. Why ya so goddamn wet when you were just so fuckin' angry with me a minute ago. You like it when I yell at ya?" He was teasing, you knew he was. But his expression was anything but playful.

You shrugged. "It's not like I want you to be mean to me, Ken. But, I do … I kinda like the way you get when you're mad. It's ... hot."

Ken rolled his eyes. "Of course, course ya like it ... little freak like that. Just like when I fuck you hard and call you names." He licked his fingers and grabbed up your ass with a loud smack, making you yell out and jump closer to him.

You nodded. "I can't help it. I like it. And now? Well, now I know you like it too. You wanna fuck me like that, don't you? Fuck me hard and make me scream? Tell me what a perfect little slut I am for you? Tell me what a horny little bitch in heat I am? Fuck, Ken." You lowered yourself down and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. You could feel his hard cock strain against his clothes and he winced as you ground against it.

"Can't help it. You look at me an’I get wet sometimes. Can't fucking stop it. It's like my body is under your control." You whispered. "You know what I like."

He looked up at you with a wicked grin on his face. "Yeah, I know what you like. You like to be told what to do. You like to be bossed around. You like when I put you in your place, princess. An' I'm gonna do that. Righ’ now."

He stood, hoisting you up with him and turned around. Facing the bed, he lowered you down onto it. "Fuckin' slut. Startin' a fight with me just to get this cock. Tch. You asked for it, sweetheart. Fuckin' asked for it today ... 'n you're gonna get it." He shoved his coveralls down the rest of the way, leaving his boxers on and climbed down between your knees, kissing your thighs softly.

He rubbed your pussy with his fingers, ghosting them around your clit, teasing you, making you buck your hips up into his hand. He held your legs down with his other hand and sneered. "Did I tell you to fuckin' move like that?"

You raised your head off the pillow and looked at him, "N-no. Didn't."

"Sorry? N-no? N-no WHAT?" He mocked.

"NO SIR, you didn't tell me to move like that. 'M sorry." You smiled.

"Good girl ... learnin' fast. I like that. Good fuckin' girl. Keep it up, keep learning, keep behaving for me." He leaned down and kissed your pussy softly, moaning quietly into you.

"Hngh, fuck, Ken. Wanna move, please lemme move!"

"Mm-mm. No. Did'n tell ya to, did I? Hold the fuck still, princess." He smiled that smile at you and you could feel your cunt clench up immediately.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Ken." You whined. "I w-, I want it, fuck, please."

He sat up and shook his head. "Nah, nah. Not yet. You're gonna have to wait for it. Be patient."

You groaned and slammed your head back down onto the pillow. "Ken, please. I can't wait. Please, please, please ... fuck you. Holy shit."

He laughed harder than you thought he should have. "F- ... fuck me? You come over here and get all uppity and have the audacity to say that to me. Goddamn it. I don't understand why you keep making me teach you these lessons, baby girl. It's like you need to be taught the same shit over 'n over 'n over again."

You couldn't speak. You could barely breathe. You were so worked up and so ready for him to fuck you relentlessly. But he wouldn't. Not yet. You had to wait. And that was driving you crazy.

"Fuck, Ken. PLEASE. Please fuck me, fuck me. I wanna ... ngh ... you ... so fucking bad. Please, fuck. Ken. PLEASE." You begged.

He chuckled and stood up, motioning for you to take his boxers and pull them down. "Fine, fine. Since you asked so nicely." Take 'em off." You sat up and pushed his boxers down with both of your hands and kissed your way down his abdomen until they were all the way off and his cock slapped against your chin.

You took it into your mouth and sucked on it, swirling your tongue around the tip and then taking as much of it down your throat as you could.

"Fuck, fuck ... that's it, that's it ... suck that cock, suck thatttt cockkkk baby." Ken growled. He pulled your hair back and held it tight in his fist, moving your head up and down on his cock. You moaned and choked, your eyes watering as he fucked your face.

"Mmmm, fuck, you like that, don't you? Like when I fuck this pretty little face of yours. Fuck, it's so fuckin' perfect. Fuck, baby. Look at me, look at me." He lifted your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. He groaned as you whimpered.

He let go of your hair and backed away from you, standing at the edge of the bed. "Get over here."

You crawled over to him and sat up on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

"Suck that cock s'more, baby. I want to see that make-up fucking ruined on that sweet face of yours."

You took him back into your mouth and sucked him harder, faster. You moaned and whimpered as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

"Good girl, g-hah fuck-good fucking girl. Righ' there righ' there righ' there FUCK ... fuck yes."

He held your hair back and thrust into your mouth, making you gag a little on it. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was close. You knew he was close. You felt his cock begin to twitch against your tongue as you doubled-down on your efforts.

He pulled out of your mouth and turned you around, bending you over the edge of the bed. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your pussy, teasing you, making you moan and cry out for him.

"Ken, Ken ... ple- goddamn it! Ken, pleeeaaase." You whined.

"Mm-hm mm-hm, beg for it, bitch."

You both stopped and stared at each other when he said that.

It kind of surprised you. The both of you.

He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He couldn't think of anything to say after that.

You had never been more turned on than at the moment.

You jumped up and quickly positioned yourself over his cock, sitting down just enough that you were sure he could feel you as much as you could feel him. Both of you pulsing over the touch of the other.

"Ken, Ken ..." you whined against his lips.

He kissed you and pushed your head back with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. "Mmm, fuck, baby. What do you want? Tell me what you want, slut."

You moaned at that and sunk yourself down onto his cock, taking him all in at once. "Wan' this, fuck ... wan' you s'bad."

"Yeah, yeah ... you fuckin' do. You want me to fuck you so hard you can't fuckin' move anymore. That's what you want, right? That's what you want, sweetheart."

It was not a question. He flipped you over and onto your back and he began fucking you at a brutal pace. "Fuckin' wanna get wrecked by this dick. Gonna get so fucked out you can't do anything but drool. Fuckin' slut. Fuck ... fuck yes."

You could barely speak. You couldn't form a coherent thought. All you could do was moan and whimper and whine.

He fucked you so hard and so fast, you weren't sure how he was able to keep going. He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue in your mouth, his cock in your pussy. It was bliss.

You screamed out and he bit your bottom lip, growling at you, "Fuck! Fuckin' love it when you scream like that, baby. Keep doin' it, keep cryin' 'bout how good I fuckin' feel n’side of you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion. He was relentless and unforgiving. You could feel him tense up and you knew he was about to cum.

He groaned loudly and thrust into you a few more times. You could feel his cum rush into your deepest places. He collapsed on top of you and you both gasped for air.

"Holy shit, Ken. Jesus fuck." you said through deep breaths.

"Right." He chuckled. "Gonna have to be an asshole more often."

You reached down and pinched his ass between your thumb and index finger.

"Hey! The hell ...?" He kissed the tip of your nose. "Did'n mean it. I know better 'n that."

"Yeah, don't forget who this pussy is attached to, princess." You laughed and shoved him off of you so you could help him finish the work on the bike before the day was over.

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iamsherlocked1479 · 11 months

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I have a Sherlock request if you’re happy to do it!

I’d love it if you could write something friends-to-lovers / idiots-in-love like where Y/N is on a case with Sherlock + John and she starts saying how romantic the place is so Sherlock takes her back there later and confesses his love to her 🥹

I love your writing!❤️

All I wanted to say

Sherlock x fem reader

Fluff only no warnings

Word count: 3.1K

Exactly as asked Sherlock has a crush and wants to confess. Hope you enjoy :)

“Are you sure I should be coming with you?” you say being pushed into the back of the cab by your unusual flat mate.

“Oh yes you’re perfectly qualified.” he smiled as he hurried along the cab driver.

“Sherlock, I own a bookshop.” you reply with a tone of irritance in your voice.

“Well nobody’s perfect but that's not what i mean.” he says keeping his eyes to the window

“I know, you mean John is busy with Mary and you need somebody to show off too.” you roll your eyes.

“Well, no. I don’t show off, we’ve discussed this.” he adds

“When?! When did we discuss this, I called you out on it last week.”

“Exactly and i told you i wasn’t showing off i was in fact you stating the obvious.” he says finally turning to you.

“No you didn't, you just stared at me.” you huff

“Did I?” he fixed his eyes elsewhere

“Uh huh.” you say crossing your arms like an unhappy toddler. “Where are we going?”

“Apollo victoria theatre. Lead to one of their most popular shows was murdered” he says texting away on his phone.

“No way” you brow raises in excitement

“What?” He looked confused. “It was murder, usually only I am excited over these things.” a small smile began forming at the corner of his mouth.

“No it’s just the history in that building and the shows, god what i’d give to see one.” your eyes lit up.

“Oh, right. One has to understand when they’re different I see.” his smile dispersed. His heart fluttered as he watched you watch the streets as you grew closer to the destination. He couldn’t understand it, he did actually bring you along to the case as you were useful, but he needed time. He needed time to study you more, he was going to eventually tell you his findings, just how he would explain it after watching you cry to countless romance movies and going on about relationships where for small minded people. But for you, he would be small minded.

You followed him out the cab in awe, the way his mood changed when he got to the crime scene was almost instantaneous like the flick of a switch, you enjoyed watching Anderson’s face drop as Sherlock entered the building. You followed him through the halls past the police giving you, a civilian, strange looks. You shouldn't be here but you were with him and that sugar coated the whole thing, but it’s not like he could ever know that, he was your friend and a good one that is. You couldn’t risk losing that he needed a friend and you needed him. For one he makes sure the crime story you’re writing is factually correct, whether you like it or not, but you did appreciate the time he spent with you. You’d take anything at this point, you were starting to become desperate and it stupid. But here you are following him through the place you’d always wanted to visit to look at a dead body, how romantic.

“I got here as soon as you called.” John appeared from the hallway as you walk down the aisles and rows of chairs towards the stage where a woman laid in the centre of the stage face down and a pool of blood leaking from her head.

“Have you examined her yet?” Sherlock commanded pulling rubber gloves down his wrists

“I thought John was busy?” you question

“Why would I be busy? This is my job?” john asked confused as you both look at sherlock who looked up from the body

“You didn’t answer my call. And i needed her.” he nodded to you who began to lose it

“Why would you possibly need me? I had to close the book shop I'm already behind on rent.” you pace as you lecture. You were stopped by his tall frame gripping your shoulders.

“Shh.” he says the taste of latex edging your lips as his finger covers them. “I need you to rule out the possibility of suicide. When was the building built?”

“1930.” you mumble “Did you just touch a body and then put your hands on my mouth?” you say pulling away

“Uh, maybe.” he holds his arms behind his back looking up to the ceiling “when was it last refurbished?”

“1981, why?”

“Look at that, your history degree is finally coming into use.” he says running backstage.

“Wow, I'm so happy about that.” you sigh sarcastically. You shuffle about the stage for a moment taking in the room, it was amazing the rows of velvet red seats climbing their way to the seats. The golden patterns on the railing, the way the dust trickled to the floor.

Dust? No that's not right, you look up to see Sherlock boxing on the railing above the stage that technicians would use to lower props.

“Sherlock, get down from there!” John yelled as sherlock stepped out closer to the edge.

“This plank, its broken.” he shouted back down

“Its an old building” john replied

“I’m coming back down. I know what happened.” the sounds of footsteps eagerly coming towards you echoed through the halls as he worked his way down.

“That was fast.” you say impressed

“Usually it doesn't take him this long, he seems a bit distracted.” John smiled

“Yeah, he hasn’t seen you in a while.” you add to his statement

“That's not what i meant.” he said still smiling

“Then what did you mean?”

“Suicide” sherlock interupted you

“But all the evidence leads to the backup lead.” john replies

“Just because the lead and the backup argue does not mean the backup would kill the lead. No, the lead was stressed, you can tell by the amount of loose hairs around her head. Probably because she was behind on her rent obviously doesn’t pay well in the west end, dark circles around her eyes and pale skin add to that conclusion, malnourishment, come on john you're a doctor after all. No my friend she couldn't handle her life anymore the pressure from the backup obviously wasn’t helping either but they are completely innocent.'' He turned to you and winked as he walked away correcting the collar of his coat.

You stood in awe. He really was impressive, but as you reminded yourself time after time he wasn’t interested. No matter how many times he would appear in the corner of the bookshop because he was, as he claimed, bored, no matter how many times you could have sworn you felt him watching you as he played his violin. He never really would be yours, all you could do was hold on to what you had.

Sherlock hoped that his quick conclusion would entice you to join him on more adventures. He smiled to himself as he approached the theatre owner, remembering the look of awe on your pretty little face, the way your hair followed the neat shape of your jawline, oh sherlock, he was becoming flustered. He hated how no matter how many times he tried to tell you nothing would come out. He would wait until the shop was empty and appear looking through the rows of books just so he could watch the way you made the young children smile with your stories or help a stressed student find their textbook. His favourite would be when a husband comes in looking for the best “i forgot our anniversary book” the way you would approach the confused men in the romance section and hand them the most popular romcom at the time, always worked. He just loved being around you, he just loved you, and he was never one for keeping things to himself. And he wasn’t going to let this be the only thing he would keep to himself. The one thing you might want him to say.

“Mr holmes?” the owner stood with his hand out towards him

“Huh? Yes?” Sherlock snapped back into existence, how long was he gone for?

“I said thankyou for solving the case, so glad it’s not going to be too much paperwork, i asked if you would like some tickets, as a thankyou i mean?” he still held out his hand waiting for Sherlock to shake it.

“No thanks not really my-'' wait that's it, your face lit up when you saw the theatre he could take you. It could be a date? Sherlock on a date, god if Mycroft where to find out he’d think sherlock had gone insane. “Yes uh, any shows tonight?”unlikely he thought, suicide and all.

“Yes, once we get the stage cleaned up, we have wicked if that's your thing?”

“None of it is but I know someone who would love it.” he smiled shaking the man's hand

“Great, I'll tell the office you’ll be joining us tonight, with a guest I assume?” he smiled

“Uh yes”

He walked away feeling accomplished, his plan was perfect, all he had to do was not freeze.

…………………………….

It was around 4:30pm when you finally managed to get back to the bookshop. There were only two hours left of your usual hours, but being behind on rent meant every minute the bookshop was open counted.

“Thanks for visiting.” you smile at one of your usuals, a ginger haired english student from the local university. You often found her sitting in the corner of the shop studying until just before closing time. It didn’t bother you that she rarely purchased anything you were just glad she had somewhere to lay low.

“y/n?” Sherlock cleared his throat from behind you, causing you to almost drop the books in your hand with his sudden appearance. “Erm sorry i didn’t mean to-”

“It's fine.” you laughed it off “What can i help you with?” you smile placing the pile of books in his hand for him to hold why you find their places on the shelves.

“I uh was wondering if- of course if you’re not busy i-” he stuttered his words as you turned to him tucking you hair behind your ears

“Are you okay there?” you ask, taking a book, your hand slightly tracing over him.

Oh god did you, you did. You touched his finger, whether you meant it or not he couldn’t tell. It was hard enough when you turned around giving him a good look of your emerald green eyes, and the slightly too low neckline of your sweatshirt, but as a gentleman should, he never looked too much. At least he tried to. But your touch burned his skin, he needed more, he needed you. Why was he here again? Oh right.

“Theatre.” he suddenly blurted out

“Pardon?” you say confused at his sudden outburst

“The owner gave me two tickets for tonight's show, wicked, I believe and I was wondering if you weren’t too busy would you go with me? I saw how excited you were and-” he paused realising he was rambling.

“You want to go out with me? Like a date?” your eyes widened slightly, maybe all this time the feeling was mutual.

“A date?”

“Well two people go out, they enjoy each other's company and do something fun.”

“Isn’t romance usually part of it?” he asks leaning on the shelf

“It can be, but friends can have dates too.” you smile warmly

That word left him confused, friends? Is that all you saw the pair of you as? Was it even worth asking? He couldn’t change the plans now, you love the theatre and even if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings, he would still get to see you smile. Sherlock Holmes was never one to back down because he was afraid of the outcome. And he wasn’t about to do it now.

He stood pacing in the living room of baker street, wearing his usual smart attire. Black dress trousers and a purple shirt. He paused as you came down the stairs looking a lot smarter than earlier, it was the theatre after all, he admired your outfit, a denim dress accompanied by black tights and your favourite pair of doc martins someone in your financial situation definitely shouldn’t own.

You moved in with Sherlock when John moved out after being friends for nearly two years, with you knowing him as the detective above the shop you figured having someone to help you pay rent wouldn’t cause you any problems. Only just leading to having a crush on the only man in London who didn’t seek out a relationship. People often seemed surprised when you told them you owned a bookshop, in the politest way girls who look like you don’t usually ever pick up a book after the age of five.

“Ready to go?” you smile picking up your coat. He stood silently observing you, his eyes tracing up and down your body. “Is everything okay? Is it too much?” you ask, becoming insecure.

“No, you look fine. Apologies for staring just, wow.” he smiled picking up his coat.

“Are you sure?” you ask as he ushered you out the door.

“Positive.” he smiled, this smile was real. Finally just you and him, he couldn’t wait for the show to be over, so he could tell you.

You gripped his arm as you entered the theatre heading to the ticket office, admiring the building in its true glory. The golden archways and marble floors are traced with a red carpet, leading to the box office. You were like a kid in a candy shop, it was amazing.

“Are you okay?” sherlock asked with a smile

“Better than okay.” you exclaim

“Two please, for Mr Holmes. Mr Thompson said i could get in on him.” he asked the booth worker

“Of course, we’ve been expecting you Mr Holmes.” she smiled and handed him a set of tickets.

The look on your face was what brought Sherlock to pause in his mind. She had never looked this fascinated with any case that he had brought her to before and… was she holding his hand? It must be awkward both holding arm and hand but… what could it mean? For one, Sherlock Holmes couldn’t find an answer.

The two of you walked to your assigned seats and found that the owner had given you some of the best seats in the house. Sherlock watched your eyes light up even more as you sat down and looked out over the other seats and the stage to fully take in what was happening.

“Thank you for this, Sherlock,” you looked over at him with a smile and watched as he tensed up, awkwardly looking for an answer under your gaze.

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Sherlock nodded to you and gave you a gracious smile before replying, “you’re welcome.”

“Doesn’t it look amazing?” You smile admiring the mechanical dragon hanging above the stage.

“Yes, one would say even intriguing.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on you. He sighed as he watched the grip you had on his hand tightened as the lights dimmed. Maybe this show would be the best thing he’d seen in a while.

The show itself was more amazing than you could have ever imagined. The voices of the actors were amazing along with the choreography they had paired with the songs. You watched as even Sherlock seemed to enjoy it, smiling every time you looked over at him. You finally concluded that defining gravity was your new favourite song and just as quick as it started the show was over.

“Oh my god that was amazing, maybe the wicked witch wasn’t so wicked after all.” You beamed

“Perhaps she wasn’t.” Sherlock laughed at your excitement, his chest tightening as you once again looped your arm with his.

You wandered the streets before eventually stopping at a chip shop Sherlock had insisted you eat from instead of the closest shop you could find.

“These better be worth the blisters these boots are giving me.” You sighed as you slumped into the bench.

“Believe me it's one of the very few things I enjoy in this life.” He sat next to you, moving the chips in your direction allowing you to share.

“Okay, these are pretty good.” You smile as you push a chip into your hungry mouth.

“I told you so.” He smiled, the knot in his stomach tightened again as you knee touched his, the feeling he had come to find an answer too becoming more prominent than it ever had been. “Y/n I- there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He put the chips aside and turned to you.

“Okay then.” You watched as his baby blues were now fixed in your pupils, dilating as your gazes met. You looked away trying not to bring too much attention to yourself as you felt the heat of your blush appearing on your face, all because he looked at you.

“I uh, erm. As you know or as I explained in my speech at john's wedding, if you remember.” He shuffled in his seat and cleared his throat. “Relationships are a strange thing to me, the way humans feel the desire to find a specific partner to spend every moment with repulses me.”

“Oh” you sigh, looking away again, “I know that.”

“But that was before i met you, before i too found myself feeling that I didn’t function properly without you and I still don’t understand it, i find myself thinking about you constantly hoping you notice everything i do. I hope that I never disappoint you or cause you harm and i- well. I don't understand these emotions I'm feeling, but I know that I can't imagine my life without you. You make me feel things that I never thought possible, and I want you to know that I care about you more than anything and-“ he wasn’t able to finish the speech he had prepared before your lips where on his, a surge of electricity flowed through your bodies only being satisfied when he wrapped his arms around you pulling you in as close as possible you let out a small hum as his tongue pushed into your mouth, dancing with your own before finally pulling away to catch a breath.

“I uh, sorry i cut you off i just wanted to-“ you laugh tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“No, no it uh it pretty much had everything i wanted to say.” He smiled, taking your hand into his. “It was all I wanted to say.” He repeated before pulling you in again

#bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock fluff #bbc sherlock x you #benedict cucumber #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #spotify

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Watchful Eyes (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Requested by @simpforbritgents : Can you do Poe and the prompt “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here.”?

Author’s Note: SOOOO I think this is the first time I wrote for Poe (someone correct me if I’m wrong) and I’ve only seen the sequels once so if my interpretation sucks, I am sorry about it!!! BUT GOD HES SO PRETTYYYYYYY

Warnings: 18+, drinking, sensual dancing, Poe is horny for reader, talk of male erection

Word Count: 564

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He knows that he shouldn’t be watching you. He knows that as your commanding officer any relationship should be strictly professional. But it doesn’t change the fact that as you dance on the table, he’s rock solid in his pants.

It’s not often when the rebels have a chance to relax and let loose, and when they do, they go hard. Drinks are passed around, music is blaring, lights off (save for the disco ball that shines in many colors) and people chatting. When he wasn’t a general, he would’ve been partying like there was no tomorrow (which was often the case), but now he sulks in the back corner, glass of bourbon in his hand as his eyes narrow on your form, not going unnoticed by Finn who smirks to himself.

“You should probably go for her. She’s not seeing anyone you know.” Finn comments, taking a sip of his Ardees, causing Poe to look at Finn in question. “What? It’s very obvious you like her.” He walks away, leaving Poe by himself - brown eyes flicking back to your form only to see you pretend to go down on another person. Slamming his drink down, he stalks over to where you are, people moving out of the general’s way before he grabs your bicep, causing you to jump as he leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here.” The words have the blood rushing under your cheeks and you’re thankful that it’s dark in the room.

“What?”

“Come on.” He expertly guides you out of the room, not really caring about the pairs of eyes on him or you as he leads you down the numerous halls. Taking a quick look down, your eyes bulge at the sight of his erection, creating a tent in his pants as everything becomes clear. He wants you.

Wasting no time, Poe gently shoves you into his room, stripping down from his clothes while you watch in curiosity. Sure, you’ve had a crush on him for years but he’s your commanding officer. Any kind of fraternization would be frowned upon. “Poe?”

Poe stops what he’s doing as he looks you over, still dressed in your clothes, confusion on your face. His face drops as realization crosses his mind. “You don’t want me, do you?”

You lightly chuckle, moving over to him and taking his cheeks in your hands. “I do, it’s just I don’t want to be a one night stand. If you want me, maybe we can try a date first? Take it slow?” Poe smirks, standing to his full height and looking down at you, caressing your cheek while you lean into his touch.

“Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Yes, I suppose it is. What do you think?”

“I think I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7.” You nod with a smile before making your way to the door before his arm shoots out and grabs onto you, causing you to look at him. “Can you still stay the night though?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You strip yourself of your clothes while he turns off the lights, dragging you to the bed and wrapping his arms around you while you cuddle into his side, the both of you falling asleep relatively quickly, excited for the next day together.

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Author’s Note 2.0 - I hope you enjoyed!!!!

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those pictures of hoon are making me go insane. he is so fine.

i can’t stop thinking about him coming home after his kbs performance and he’s impatient, slightly frustrated, because you’ve sent him some enticing pictures and texts. he does, after all, look too good. and so when he finds you on the bed, he slowly unbuttons his jacket, staring at you with hungry eyes. don’t even get me started on how slowly he undo’s his belt 🤭 yeah he’s tying you up with the belt

hana how could u do this to me like actually ...

obviously i have no choice but to elaborate 😋 (i finished my cardiology homework so i could give this my full attention)

⭑･ﾟﾟ･:༅｡.｡༅::✼✿ smut under the cut ✿✼:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

hoonie baby: i'm so fucking mad at you

you: i didn't do anything this time

hoonie baby: oh, so did our dog walk on your phone screen and accidentally send me a text that said "babe you look so sexy today i wish you'd come 2 me and cum in me"???

you: oh haha yeah i sent that huh... oops :)

hoonie baby: you're such a fucking brat, y/n

you: i know, want you to come fuck the brattiness out of me. will you?

hoonie baby: y/n not now. i'm in the car on the way home. can you please not be a fucking tease just this once. just give me ten minutes, you brat. i'm already rock hard

you: i'm just preheating my snack baby, don't mind me <33 can't wait for you to cum inside me

the typing bubble appears for a second, then disappears. you rub your thighs together in anticipation, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home. it takes all of your willpower to not slip your hand into your panties and take care of your problem yourself, but luckily it seems like your boyfriend rushed home with the way he's barging into your bedroom sporting a massive bulge in his trousers.

"you little slut," he mutters, eyeing you with pupils darkened. he takes in your form on the bed, dressed in a black lace lingerie set.

"you like it?" you ask, playing with the strap of your bra. "look, we match!"

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he begins to unbutton his top at a speed that makes you want to rip his clothes off his toned, muscular body for him. "why do you insist on acting like this every time i leave the house for more than four hours?"

"because my boyfriend is the hottest man to ever walk the planet and i want him inside me? what part of that is hard to understand?" you retort, crossing your arms which only pushes your breasts up higher on your chest.

"god, you and this fucking mouth," he says, more to himself than to you. "what am i going to do with you, baby?"

"you'll fuck me?" you ask, doe-eyed and pouting as you bat your eyelashes at him.

he hums in agreement, tossing the jacket to the floor before torturously removing his black t-shirt. "lay back, then, sweetheart."

your eyes flutter shut as you follow his command. he kisses you slowly, hungrily, letting you unwrap yourself for him. faintly, you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. before you know it, your arms are above your head, wrists bound by the leather that previously adorned his slim waist.

"hoonie," you beg, kicking your feet uselessly. "please, no, please, let me touch you."

"no, baby, you gotta learn to behave somehow. now take this cock like a good girl–you're lucky i'm even fucking you right now. behave and i'll give you my cum."

he pushes himself into your soaked cunt and begins to fuck into you, but his thrusts are so shallow that you're only getting the tip and less than half of his length.

"sunghoon," you whine, although you remember you're supposed to be on your best behavior. "please, more, put it all the way inside!"

he clicks his tongue at you before snapping his hips hard. "like that, slut? is that enough for you?"

"yes, just like that!" you cry out, wishing more than anything that you could tug at his soft brown hair. "faster, need it faster, please, hoonie!"

he laughs darkly, sucking a hickey along the column of your neck. "beg for it, princess, we've got all night."

#🀄️ask #🀄️thoughts #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon hard thoughts #enha smut #are you out to get me like be honest #🀄️hana

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Good Boy - Colin Zabel

Request from my favourite Anon <3

Summary: Colin gets punished from Y/N for not obeying her commands.

CW: Sub!Colin, Dom!Reader, ab riding, face sitting, overstimulation (c), oral (reader and c receiving) and cum eating ALL THE GOOD SHITTT

Words: 1388

I sat on the sofa next to Colin, watching as he ate his dinner, his eyes glued to the TV. He’d just come back from work, his coat still on his back and his dress shirt loose a few buttons. He looked undeniably good, even with food tucked into the corners of his mouth. He’s taken off his boots at the front door, his socked feet crossed on the table in front of us.

“Hm?” He asked, looking over at me as I continued to stare.

“Nothing Colin,” I smirked, as he finally put down his dinner, looking at me with innocent eyes, “you’re just so handsome, baby,” I cooed, reaching out and running a hand down his chest.

He smiled at me, turning his head downwards and breaking eye contact, his cheeks heating at my compliment.

Another half hour had passed, he was in the shower, washing his hair and brushing his teeth for bed. I couldn’t stop thinking of him, his dark eyes and hair, his big venous hands, his toned chest, back and stomach. I laid on the bed, in only an oversized t-shirt, having just slid my panties off and tucked them under the bed. Colin would go wild once he knew I wasn’t wearing any, I could imagine his pretty face now, his pink lips forming an O as he realises what that means for him. He was such a good boy.

He entered the bedroom from the bathroom, a white cotton towel wrapped around his waist with a knot at his hip, water still dripping from the ends of his hair as he made for his sock and boxer drawer in our dresser.

“Don’t bother,” I encouraged, watching him turn in confusion at my request. His eyes widened, his mouth gaped as I spread my legs, revealing that I was in fact not wearing any panties. Just like I knew he would.

“Y/N..” he trailed off, coming over towards the bed still in his towel and taking a seat on the edge.

“Towel off for me baby, I have something I want us to do,” I commanded, as he stood to take his towel off, his dick already semi hard.

“Lay down for me,” I instructed, moving over so he could lay down on the bed, his breathing hitched in his throat as I ran my fingertips down his perfect chest to his navel, and then back up again.

“What do you want to do?” He mumbled, staring directly at my lips, as I lifted the shirt above my head, both of us now naked.

I said nothing, lifting my leg over him and straddling his hips, his hands going directly to my own. His fingers dug into my skin there.

“No, no touching,” I warned, lifting his hands from my hips by his wrists and pinning them up by the headboard. I moved further up his body, my heat flush with his stomach.

“Y/N I-” he couldn’t get out a sentence, looking down between my legs as I thrust my hips against the abs on his stomach. With his hands still above his head, I rested mine on his chest, riding his stomach at a slow pace. I let out a soft moan, his eyes wide as he watched me, soaking in the pleasure I was feeling from his body. He seemed to get drunk off it, his eyes fluttering and his mouth still parted, his eyebrows furrowing as he got as much pleasure out of it as I did.

“Do you feel how wet I am, baby?” I purred, picking up the pace, my clit brushing over his stomach with every motion. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body, seeing Colin at my absolute beckoning call, hopeless and doing nothing but watching.

“Yes- yes, I do,” he fumbled on his words, as I continued to brush against his abs, feeling a tight knot in my stomach.

“You like when I pleasure myself, when I use you baby?” I knew my words would only make him harder, feeling his hardened tip hit my ass cheek with every pull of my hips.

“Yes Y/N, my god,” his hands retracted from the headboard, finding their place on my hips again.

I scowled at him, reaching for them again and placing them where I wanted them.

“Aww baby,” I gushed, seeing his face heat red, “I know you like it, be a good boy for me and obey me,” I turned back, seeing his election leak with pre cum, raging in a way I’d seen it countless times, like he could cum without me even touching him there. He whined at me, his eyes big with sexual longing.

“You’re such a good boy,” I praised, moving off his abs and coming forwards towards his face.

“Make me feel good Colin, use that pretty little tongue, make me cum,” I demanded, my hips hovering over his face with just enough room for him to gain access to my centre.

His moans surged through me, as he took my clit in his mouth, sucking on it softly. I threw my head back, already close to my climax from grinding against him, eager to feel my release. He looked up at me through his thick, dark lashes as his tongue licked flat against my clit, then down between my folds, humming at my taste.

I pressed my hips further into his face, his tongue inside me, his nose pressed against my clit. My fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his face up to meet my every need.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby, you want me to cum all over your mouth?” I asked, watching Colin’s desperate eyes as he nodded at me. I moaned as I rocked my hips into his face.

“Touch me now baby,” I allowed. One hand immediately coming up to breast, taking my hard nipple between his fingers. His other hand rested on my ass cheeks, squeezing as I continued to ride his face.

“Oh baby, I’m fucking cumming,” I moaned, his tongue coming out from inside me, to attach back onto my clit, sucking harshly as I rocked my hips hard. My legs quivered as I came, an almost scream leaving my lips as I rode out my orgasm, his tongue soft, warm and wet against my throbbing centre.

I got up off his face, his mouth circled with my juices and his own saliva, his lips red from sucking. I looked back again, seeing Colin had came all over his own stomach, his dick still pulsing from the orgasm.

“Oh baby, you came? Did I say you could cum?” I watched in exhilaration as he shook his head feverishly.

“No I’m so sorry, Y/N.. I’m sorry,” he pleaded as i got off him and curled at his side, my face directly above his cock.

“You know what that means Colin,” I taunted, as another whine left his pretty lips.

I took his cock in my mouth, making sure to hollow my cheeks as my head pushed down onto his length. I watched as his eyes widened, his hips buckling at the overstimulation, a groan coming off his lips.

“You should not have came without my permission, you were being such a good boy too,” I said as I lapped at his slit, his pained groans not subsiding.

“Y/N no- I can’t,” he said through gritted teeth as I continued to abuse his pained pleasure, taking the base of his cock in my hand and using my mouth at the tip.

“Are you going to cum with my permission this time?” I asked for a moment, before I picked up the pace, my head feverishly moving back and forth on his length.

“Ye-yes, please, can I cum?” He asked, his hands clenching our bed sheets in his tight fists.

“You can cum baby,” I granted permission. After a loud moan, which almost sounded like a cry, he came again, hot spurts of his cum hitting my tongue. I swallowed, coming back up to him and giving him a kiss, which he obliged to.

“Good boy,” I praised again, his forehead sweaty as i tucked into his side, getting us ready to sleep.

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TNG: Encounter at Farpoint

Following Star Trek’s cancellation in 1969, fans demanded to be returned to their ship for nearly twenty years before The Next Generation hit the airwaves. With it, we got a new Enterprise, a new captain, and a whole new decade of fashion to space-ify.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard, in many ways the polar opposite of Kirk, shows off the uniform of a more civilized Starfleet: they’re stiffer and more tailored than their predecessors, neat and militaristic, with sharp lines and metallic accents. The first of which is, of course, the comm badge, now a functional (and highly futuristic) use of the Starfleet insignia. The other, metal pips at the collar to indicate rank.

A 24th century captain: Distinguished. Educated. French.

The uniform’s pants are still black, which creates a nice slimming effect with the bottom of the shirt. As well, the pant legs are slit at the hem where they meet the boot, allowing a jauntier gait when crossing one’s luxury sized bridge.

It’s strangely easy to imagine a musical number about to begin…

Hold on a minute, didn’t Command used to be gold?

Pictured: The audience, demanding an explanation

Yes! But in the 24th century, we’ve moved beyond valuing material things like gold, so it has been demoted from Command to Operations. Or something. Anyway, captain red now. Not to worry – old school fans of the show are reassured that this is still the Star Trek they remember, and yes, we will still be sexualizing a selection of women serving on board the Enterprise-D.

At least it’s not a skin-tight catsuit or anything.

I will say, though, I do like that Deanna gets to wear interesting (and definitely non-regulation) accessories with her uniforms, such as this headband of braided metallic fabric.

It’s actually keeping the intrusive thoughts out.

Before the viewer has had time to digest the new uniforms and their lovely jewel tones, however, everyone’s favourite trickster god shows up to cause shenanigans in some serious medieval digs, complete with polished breastplate.

Heed me, mortals, for I am shiny.

When that fails to impress the boy he’s flirting with, he tries a different tack, demonstrating his knowledge of Terran historical costuming.

Hello, fellow humans. I, too, like to shoot gun and breathe poison.

But Starfleet captains are not so easy to provoke (anymore), and the unflappable Picard just wants this magic dingus off his bridge. We get one last costume from a time when, according to Q, “humans learned to control their military with drugs.”

I always dress like this when taking drugs.

With extra pockets (for more drugs).

One last accessory I need to mention before we leave the bridge is the lovely brass-coloured sash on Worf, which won’t survive to season 2. It has a neat little fringe and some kind of presumably-Klingon emblem, but looks a bit odd where it joins at the hip.

Do not look at me from that angle.

Oh, there’s also a story happening, and emergency circumstances force most of the crew to evacuate to the saucer section, which detaches and flees to safety – a very useful maneuver I’m sure we’ll be seeing plenty of times!

As everyone moves about the ship, we get to see quite a few interesting ideas of what civilian clothing might look like in the 24th century:

Shortcut to futuristic clothing: angles.

Including the pleasant surprise that, on this Enterprise, men finally get to wear skants too!

Those legs deserve no less!

Unsatisfied that the crew is trying to get on with the episode, Q makes his new friends play on his terms, zooping them to his courthouse. As the presiding judge, he wears an incredible ensemble: floor-length black and red robes, red leather gloves, a beautifully ornate necklace, and a very silly hat.

His gathered audience, however, appears to be clad largely in scraps and bits of rope.

Someone mentioned there would be craft services?

At least the court’s bailiffs are better dressed, in cool hats and robes with metallic details. There’s a lot going on with these costumes, and it’s a shame they don’t get more screentime.

A six-foot staff goes with any outfit.

Elsewhere, oblivious and unbothered, some of the crew visit Farpoint Station, where things are suspiciously magically perfect, and everyone has good taste in fabric.

A silk blend, at this price?!

Except for the sketchy guy in charge, whose flawlessly sci-fi name is Groppler Zorn. Zorn mostly just drapes himself in brown gauze, and doesn’t even do anything with his hair. He does accessorize with a tasteful necklace/chest piece, however, which appears to be made of nacre. Also, he is definitely up to something.

Me? Nothing! …What was the question?

In a surprisingly touching passing of the torch, DeForest Kelley makes a cameo, reprising the role of Dr. Leonard McCoy to get one last Vulcan insult in before retirement. He wears a cozy grey sweater with interesting epaulets that probably have nothing to do with his rank over a black shirt and trousers. I love the detail of tucking the pants in over the boots in a poofy way like the TOS uniforms.

Back in my day, boy, androids could only be plot devices.

Last but absolutely not least, the pilot episode gives us a peek of the REAL reason we’re all here: Wesley sweaters.

Magnificent. Breathtaking. Exceptionally brown.

It’s giving 2364 – and yet – solidly 1987.

#star trek #st tng #q star trek

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 17 - Halloween Theft

SOTS Masterlist

"Today is a high-alert day. I can't stress enough the importance of being vigilant and cautious in light of the serious threats we'll be facing." Dina warned, hand firmly against her hip as she debriefed you all on how serious today seemed to be.

"Dina's right. So everybody keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Okay? Good." His hotdog costume bumping into Dina slightly as she spoke, causing you to let out a giggle. Trying quickly to hide it behind a cough, Dina still managed to catch it and glared at you.

"Let's watch out for people buying toilet paper, eggs, shaving cream, ketchup, your squeezables, your squirtables everything is a weapon today, okay?" Dina announced, eyes flickering across the crowd she had gathered at the store front; everyone dressed in bright, unusual costumes the only thing the same was the blue vests and the name tags scattered across everyone.

"Dee," you sighed, resting your weight on one leg as you folded your arms across your chest. "Some of those are just household necessities."

"What about guns?" Garrett asked, which you were sure would still be fine. Guns weren't the lethal weapon 'the kids' seemed to use to cause torment over the Halloween buildup.

"Those are fine." Dina confirmed with a slight nod of her head. "Incidentally, that costume is ridiculous. Professor X doesn't drink martinis."

"Yes, but James Bond does." Garrett replied, putting on his best impression of a British accent as he spoke. You loved Garrets impressions; sure they weren't the best but they always managed to elicit a chuckle from you and Jonah.

"Oh, come on, Dina. Stop being the Halloween version of Scrooge, whatever that is." Amy commanded, stomping her staff into the ground before her as she teased Dina. "Oh, Booge! Boo, Scrooge. I just thought of that." A wide smile crossed Amy's face at the revelation.

"Yeah, don't be such a Booge. Put on a costume." Jonah added, using Amy's newly coined word, making her smile just a little bit wider. A loud chorus calling Dina a 'booge' echoed around the store.

"Ooh, peer pressure from a group of people I don't respect. Now, that's scary." Dina chastised, quickly bringing the shouts to a end and a sulk onto your face; you'd wish for once Dina would take part, she'd probably surprise herself with how much fun she'd have. "I mean, I can't believe I'm saying this, but Sandra's the only other grown-up here."

"Actually, I am dressed up. I'm you." Sandra sheepishly admitted, looking away from Dina's piercing gaze as she stared her down at the admission.

"Shut up, Sandra." Sandra muttered to herself, imitating Dina's common use of the phrase.

"Shut up, Sandra!" Dina shouted much louder then Sandra had, resulting in a round of laughter from everyone gathered at the store front.

"Oh, my God, that's so cool. You're gonna be twinsies." Mateo cheered, pointing between the two Dina's with enthusiasm.

"No, we're not." Dina insisted her face becoming dusted with red at her anger.

"Wait, you guys should stand together all day." Cheyenne suggested; whether or not she knew it would get Dina to cave, it would definitely get a rise out of her, which you deemed a step in the right direction.

"I'm up for it." Sandra admitted with a shy smile, everyone cheering her on as they lived the idea of having Dina and Dina for the day.

"Yeah, I'm gonna find a costume to put on." Dina let out a deep, frustrated sigh, stomping away from the crowd to try and find a costume before she got forced into being teamed up with Sandra all day.

"Booge." You and Amy spat, hidden behind obnoxiously fake coughs, making the two of you start to laugh at each other.

"So, looking forward to tonight J?" You asked, trying to make some small talk while you waited for Dina's return.

"Of course, who doesn't love German Expressionism?" Jonah asked, and though you knew his question was rhetorical, you still gave him an answer.

"Me." With a gentle nudge to the side of your ribs, Jonah complained about your disagreement.

"If you don't like it, why do you always agree to come with?" He probed, poking you in your side at the question.

"Because it's you, dipshit." Jonah placed him hands dramatically on his chest, across where his heart should be, stumbling back slightly as though you had greatly wounded him.

"Well, I think-" Jonah began, though he was suddenly cut off by Dina's re-arrival annoyed clearly by a round of gasps.

"So let's keep an eye out for teens, tweens, people who look inappropriately large or small ...are you guys even listening to me? Hello?" Dina asked, the rooms shocked into silence by the 'sexy police officer' costume she had put on - out of everything she could've chosen?

Not that you were complaining; the outfit complimented Dina insanely well, but you never would've imagined Dina of all people to pick such an outfit.

A general hum of agreement came from you and your co-workers, each more surprised then the last by Dina's new look, having been sharply been broken from the trance you had all seemed to be in by her harsh tone.

"Holy shit." You mouthed to Garrett who stood to the right of you, both of you shocked to stillness by the events of this morning; Halloween was always interesting in cloud 9, but this? This was probably the most interesting thing so far.

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"It's a interesting costume." Garrett stated, leaning against the customer service counter, head against palm as he stared at Dina.

"Yeah, you know, what's crazy are those the boots." Jonah stumbled over his words, face becoming redder and redder as he couldn't tear his eyes away from Dina either. "Yes, definitely the boots."

"Really?" You asked, tearing your eyes away from Dina to look between the two guys beside you. "Cause I wont lie, I'm literally just staring at her boobs right now."

"I cannot stop staring at her giant breasts." Amy announced, suddenly appearing beside you at the customer service counter. Shuffling down and closer to Jonah, you stayed atop the counter but gave room for Amy to lean it on as well.

"See!" You cried, defending your previous actions as you were definitively assured that you weren't the only one entranced by Dina's un-Dina-like outfit.

"You know, now that you both say it I'm seeing it." Jonah admitted with faux revelation - of course he and Garrett had been staring.

"You guys, relax. We all think she looks hot, okay?" Amy assured, the four of you still staring at Dina in her police costume as she yelled at a customer.

"Like, seriously, smoking hot." You confirmed, you and Amy nodding at each other in agreement. Dina was good looking - you wouldn't deny that, come costume or her normal uniform - but there was something about the skimpy costume that seemed to have everyone realising it on a different level today.

"No, not me." Garrett defended, forcibly bringing his eyes away from Dina and turning to look at the three of you. "I mean, maybe with another personality in that body, sure, ta-dow, but you got to factor in the Dina that lies beneath."

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"Funny, I've never been, uh never been assigned here before." Jonah announced as the two of you walked up to the Jewellery counter where Cheyenne was already fiddling about with the displays of rings and bracelets.

"I have, a lot." You whined, slipping into the stall shaped counter and pushing yourself up to sit on it. "You're not missing out J."

You had probably worked at the Jewellery counter more than any other department within the store; not that you were complaining exactly. It was easy work, often quiet and you could try on all the bracelets, rings and necklaces while you were there. Not to mention the fact that it required so little effort to maintain that no one would come to check up on you, so you could just go on your phone or - like back when you were in high school - try and get homework done.

It was fun and easy and usually didn't require more then one person to run it for the day. However, on days like Halloween, you could understand why the tacky store jewellery may been seen as more of a priority.

"Jewellery's a real can of worms in terms of feminism, you know?" Jonah stated blankly, seemingly trying to make an attempt at small talk with Cheyenne.

"And how is that?" You asked teasingly, trying on different bangles and shimming more and more up the length of your arm. Cheyenne however, remained silent still, fiddling with items on the counter and minding her own business.

"This is great. This is great, us working together. I feel like we never really had the chance to to to bond, really." Jonah probed, trying to get a response out of Cheyenne while ignoring your question; though you wouldn't be surprised if you got a detailed explanation at some point later on.

"Yeah, totally." She mindlessly agreed, Jonah turning to you with an exasperated look on his face. Cheyenne was always chill and down for a chat, so it was probably the fact her ideal chat wasn't with Jonah that was making her so quiet.

"Oh I'm totally going to enjoy this." You whispered, mostly to yourself, leaning your weight back onto the palms of your hands slightly more.

"Attention, Cloud 9 shoppers." Garrets voice boomed over the intercom, startling you enough to nearly slip from the glass surface of the counter. "I vant to suck your blood and test it for diabetes. At-home insulin kits are now half off. Are you looking for spook-tacular savings? Because Cloud 9 has it all. You can get, um, the...uh."

Garrett's voice suddenly and suspiciously trailed off, the intercom silencing too before quickly crackling to life once more. "Attention, shoppers, I vant to suck your blood. Oh, I did that one. Oh."

"Everybody freeze!" Ah, so that explained Garrett's sudden silence. Dina voice boomed I've the intercom, shoppers and staff alike freezing all across the expanse of the store. "There's been an employee theft in the store. Nobody can leave. I repeat, no one. Can everyone report to the break room for an emergency meeting. Well, sorry, I, I actually just meant the employees. Customers can leave. So unfreeze."

"Well, we best get going." You suggested, Jonah offering a hand out to you to help you off of the countertop.

Walking side by side towards the break room, you leaned in to Jonah's side, hoping that Cheyenne who was only a few paces ahead of you wouldn't hear.

"Chey isn't really interested by your usual sort of conversation J. If you want her to open up, gossip or something y'know - interesting to a normal person - is the way to go." Patting his reassuringly on the shoulder, you dragged him into the break room, slouching down into your usual seat; Jonah on your left, Garret on your right.

Dina once more stood at the head of the room, all eyes on her, with her hands firm on her hips and a scowl on her lips. "At 8:24, a crate of irregular produce was put in the cage to be returned to fulfilment and destroyed. Now it's missing."

"I'm sorry." Jonah interrupted, sitting up straighter in his chair as he began to speak. "Irregular produce? You mean rotten?"

"No, what I'm talking about is lumps, bumps, extra appendages, apples that look like pears, pears that look like guavas." Dina explained, scoffing slightly at Jonah's initial interruption.

"So we're just throwing away perfectly good food because it's ugly?" Jonah asked, his face scrunching in confusion at the revelation - you didn't agree yourself with the practice, but it was corporate policy, which was easier to go with them go against.

"Looks matter, Jonah. You should know that, being the prettiest person in here." Glenn accused, Jonah's face flushing a deep red at the incrimination he was pretty.

"Yeah Jonah, you little pretty boy." You teased, his face becoming even redder, if that were possible, as much of the break room was now giving him their undivided attention.

"I will be interrogating each and every one of you. No one leaves until I find out who did it." Dina commanded, a round of groans coming from everyone in the break room.

"Are you joking? Dina we've all got plans." You whined, head thrown back as a deep groan came from your chest; Dina always had a way of messing up that days that were supposed to be fun within the store.

"No, you can't just keep us here. I'm going trick-or-treating with my daughter." Amy insisted, hoping that it would trigger some kind of emotional response in Dina and prevent her from keeping everyone here until the fruit was found. Did she even have the power to do that?

"Y/n and I are going to a screening of "Nosferatu" at the Tivoli," Jonah exclaimed before meekly adding. "If anybody else wants to come."

"Wow, that sounds really terrible." Garrett said, essentially saying no to the invite, with a scoff.

"It probably will be very terrible, Gare." You whispered to the man on your left, eliciting a smile from him. "But Jonah invited me and who am I to say no? If I asked, he'd come, no matter how ridiculous what I wanted to see was."

"Okay, listen, none of this is my problem. Justice does not stop for your plans." Dina spat, eyes scanning across the break room for any sign of a guilty face over the missing fruit. If it was going to be thrown out anyway, it didn't make sense as to why Dina was so concerned over it.

"Glenn, you're not gonna let her do this to us, right?" Amy cried, turning to Glenn as a last resort to overpower Dina as the store manager.

"Absolutely not." Glenn confirmed, a frown crossing his face at Dina's bossy attitude.

"Interrogations start immediately." Dina revealed before storming out of the break room, going to set up somewhere to interrogate each and every one of you.

"Well, if it's already starting." Glenn shrugged in defeat, groans coming from all around at the notion that you may actually be forced to stay here long after closing to sooth Dina's antics.

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"Topics, topics, topics." Jonah muttered to himself, trying to figure out a good enough conversation starter that Cheyenne would respond to his questions. Suddenly struck with a good idea, at least what Jonah thought was a good idea, he ran around the counter to stand next to Cheyenne. "Oh, uh, who do you think stole the produce?"

"I was thinking, okay, maybe Marcus. He's been to prison before for public peeing." Cheyenne admitted, a mischievous smile curling onto her face at the use of the word 'peeing.'

"Marcus?" You asked in disbelief. Marcus didn't seem like the type to steal, not misshapen fruit at least. "No, I don't think it would be Marcus. Is he even in today? I've not seen him yet."

Suddenly you became wary of the fact that he could be nearby and hearing your conversation, looking left and right to make sure he wasn't there. It wasn't that you didn't want to see Marcus, it was more so that you wanted to make sure you looked good before he saw you.

You'd already thought you'd looked pretty good; the ruffled shirt had a deep v-cut exposing the skin of your chest and had billowing sleeves, the fabric of the shirt stayed tight against you from the brown waistcoat you had layered on top of the shirt, your arms and neck were littered with an array of jewellery (most of which was borrowed from the counter you stood before right now) and the pirate hat you were wearing was slanted on your head.

In your own opinion, you looked more then good, you looked hot. But god knows what Marcus would think.

"Really? I though you guys were doing a couples costume?" The question brought a deep, red blush to your cheeks, but as the words registered in your mind, you grew more confused then anything.

"W-what? What are you on about Chey?" You asked apprehensively, knowing that if Cheyenne had heard some kind of rumour about you and Marcus, it wouldn't be long until the whole store had heard a rumour about you and Marcus.

"Y'know, 'cause you're both dressed as pirates. I thought you'd planned it?" She shrugged off your question as though it was the most obvious answer in the world; at least it wasn't some kind of rumour being sent around the store.

"Well, anyway," Jonah began, taking attention away from the fact you and Marcus were unintentionally matching, and bringing it to him instead. He truest was a good friend. "I was thinking Mary, because I heard that she's drinking again."

"No." Cheyenne gasped, Jonah excitedly nodding along at the fact he had enticed her into some kind of conversation. "Alcohol?"

"I think so, yeah." Jonah's face held a very surprised expression, though he quickly brushed it away, pushing away from the counter and moving next to you.

Dee <3 | Come for your interrogation now. Bring Jonah. You'll know where to find me.

"Come on pretty princess, Dina awaits." You grabbed Jonah's wrist, pulling him alongside you with a brief goodbye to Cheyenne and a promise to return before she knew it.

"I think you're just jealous Glenn called me the prettiest person in the store." Jonah joked, pushing his way through the doors into the back of the store in search of Dina.

"You keep thinking that J."

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"Did I steal the fruit? No." Jonah questioned himself for the umpteenth time in a row. You'd far lost the point of coming here for Dina's interrogation when Jonah was practically conducting one on himself. "Was it an act of civil disobedience that I admire? Yes. Do I know who stole it? No."

"Stop interrogating yourself." Dina spat, hand rubbing against her temple as a scowl settled across her face; clearly fed up with Jonah's antics. It was far clear that neither of you had stolen the fruit, but Dina was too dignified to end the interrogation until it was over on her terms.

"Why are we being... y'know, interrogated together? Everyone else has come in individually." You asked, confused as to why the two of you had been paired together; if anything you'd have assumed you'd be questioned with Amy, to two of you coming to and from work together most of the time - you'd make for an easy alibi and coverup for one another.

"Well, I figured individually, neither of you could've pulled this off. But as a team? You've got a good chance of being the culprits." Dina answered honestly, and you weren't sure wether to be offended that she thought you not competent enough to commit such a crime on your own, or happy that you and Jonah had been titled the 'terrible two' of the store.

"Wouldn't it have made sense to interrogate us separately then? See if we give you different stories, try and put us against one another?" You asked; genuinely confused by Dina's tactics but also trying to wiggle your way out of the room while you had the chance as this was clearly going nowhere.

"Y/n," Dina began, crossing her hands in front of her on top of the table in an assertive position. "Completely unrelated, but I'm going to need you to leave the room for a moment."

Standing silently from you chair, you left the room with an apologetic smile in Dina's direction; knowing she wouldn't be able to put up with Jonah's self-interrogation for much longer.

"Do I like fruit? Yes. What's my favourite fruit? Tropical. Be more specific. Mango." Jonah continued his questioning as you left the room, walking as quickly as you could away from the interrogation as to not be called back inside at a moments notice.

Your haste was also greatly aided by the fact you knew a certain someone was working today and you were matching in your costumes.

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"Ahoy there." You said as you walked up to Marcus, the taller man turning around at your greeting; words quickly failing him as he noticed how your outfit matched with his own.

"Y/n Hey! Hi. You look-" Giving him a twirl, you tripped over your own feet, falling into Marcus who happily caught you in his arms, pulling you up to stand properly. "Great. Hot."

"Hot?" You asked, both your faces becoming red at the question: neither could quite believe that Marcus had just said that out loud.

"Yeah." He answered almost breathlessly, both of you surprised by the boldness of his confirmation. "It's a great costume, you really do look good."

"What an honour to hear from you, my dearest captain." Marcus smiled widely at the term of endearment, the distance between the two of you practically non-existent and outfits that could easily mistake you for a couple.

"Aw cute!" Cheyenne cheered from behind you, causing the two of you to quickly break apart and suddenly become very interested in the floor. "I totally knew it was a couples costume."

"Oh Chey-" You began, though were quickly cut off by her asking you a question, her head over-run with the cuteness she'd just witnessed.

"I'll get you a picture." She offered, immediately pulling out her phone and gesturing for the two of you to step closer to each other.

Settling for simply wrapping your arm around Marcus, you moved closer to him, however, the brunette seemed to have other ideas in mind; wrapping one arm around your midriff and another in the bend of your knees, scooping you up into his arms and pulling you close to his chest.

At the sudden motion, you let out a loud gasp followed by uncontrollable laughter, a hand coming to rest against Marcus chest as you steadied yourself.

"Perfect!" Cheyenne gasped, taking a series of pictures of the two of you as Marcus held you in his arms. Shaking your own hat off of your head, you traded it for Marcus more extravagant one, placing it slantedly atop your own head.

As Cheyenne out her phone away, you eased yourself from Marcus's hold, turning to face the man with a glistening smile.

"So how long have you been together?" Cheyenne's innocent enough question had the two of you breaking apart from each other once again; both wearing a bright red blush and stumbling through an answer.

"Will all employees please meet me in the Warehouse for a secret meeting? Don't tell Dina. Secret meeting." Amy, your saving grace, whispered through the intercom, giving you your chance to escape the awkward situation.

"Oh, duty calls. We best get going Chey." Swapping Marcus's hat for your own, you quickly grabbed Cheyenne's hand and began to drag the two of you towards the warehouse for Amy's 'secret' meeting.

"See you around, Captain."

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"We all have plans tonight, right?" Amy asked, receiving an general hum of agreement at the question. "Okay, well, plans or no plans, whoever took the fruit should just give it back, and we'll just tell Dina that it was misplaced. Okay?"

"Great. So who took it? Come on, guys. No one's perfect." Amy probed, hoping to get who ever stole the fruit to fess up before Dina had the store on a lockdown. "I used to shoplift from the mall all the time. Mostly black lipstick. I was going through a phase. But we all do things we regret. So..."

"I'm not even a member of the Sierra Club. I just put the sticker on my bumper." Jonah admitted, playing into whatever Amy was trying to do; hoping it would get someone to confess so you wouldn't be trapped in the store tonight.

"I'm still on my moms phone plan even though I've not lived with her for over a year." You revealed with a shrug, hoping your admission was enough for whatever 'circle of trust' Amy was trying to form.

"I cat fished my school nurse, and she ended up moving to Australia to meet a picture of Michael Fassbender when he was young." Cheyenne admitted, receiving several genuinely interested looks at her admission compared to the rest of you.

"Okay, now does anybody want to confess to taking the fruit?" Amy provoked, hoping that now she had shown everyone did weird stuff and kept secrets, the culprit would reveal themselves.

"I have some questions about what Cheyenne said." Garrett replied, his hand coming to rest against his temple as he dwelled on what exactly she had just said.

"Fassbender?" You asked, suddenly becoming more interested in the whole situation as you took in the depths of Cheyenne's words; it wasn't the weirdest thing you'd heard from her, but it was new and unusual. "Like the Xmen guy?"

"Yeah. Magneto." Garrett confirmed, turning his head to look at you.

"I get it. I'd move to Australia too if I thought it was him asking." You agreed, understanding Cheyenne's teachers otherwise outlandish behaviour; he was good looking, to an almost abnormal degree.

"Fine. Forget it." Amy scoffed, defeated in her attempts to try and find the fruit thief so she could just get home already.

"She works at a smoothie stand on the beach now." Cheyenne continued, explaining the aftermath of her catfishing ventures. "I think she's happy."

Dispersing from the secret meeting, you grabbed Jonah, once again dragging him towards the Jewellery counter with Cheyenne somewhere in tow. As you walked, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Chai ☆彡| *3 new images*

Deciding you didn't want Jonah to catch a glimpse of the photos, you quickly swiped the notification away before closing you phone and shoving it back into your pocket.

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"And Susie went to Mexico for liposuction, but something happened, and now she has a bunch of bugs in her butt." Cheyenne continued her rant, you shift almost over, but not close enough to ending where you could lounge around the break room and call it a day.

"Gross." You shuddered at the story, weirded out by the whole thing despite it not being the worst thing you'd heard of Cheyenne's friends.

"Wow, I'm really rooting for that story to be true. Hey, uh, what do people say about me?" Jonah asked, suddenly turning the topic of the conversation to him.

"Nothing." Cheyenne answered at the same time as you said "What don't they?" receiving a playful shove from Jonah return.

"Oh, come on, come on. I'm sure you've heard something. It's fine. It's fine. I can...thick skin." Jonah tried to persuade Cheyenne, holding she'd cave and he could hear some gossip about himself since his time beginning at the store.

"Okay, well some people think that you wear a wig." Cheyenne began, Jonah's mouth forming a wide 'o' shape at the accusation.

"And some people thing you have fake teeth." You added, watching as Jonah's face seemed to contort through the 5 stages of grief as each rumour was admitted. "Oh! And there was a rumour you were just face-birthmark Tony post plastic surgery for a while."

"Oh yeah! And some people think that you have a crush on Amy, and some people think that you're a Sea Org, whatever that is." You heard that rumour; in fact you were pretty sure you and Garrett had started both of those rumours. But at this point the Amy one seemed impossible for him to dismiss.

You saw the way he looked at her; it's same way he had looked at you.

"Wait, people think I have a crush on Amy?" Jonah asked, his face dusted pink at the rumour that was apparently well spread thought out the store. It was obvious to everyone but him about his feelings apparently. "What? She's married. That's, I mean not that you can't have a crush on someone who's married, but I mean, you know, yuck. You know, not yuck. I think she's pretty. But she's not, like, pretty-pretty. I mean, she's I don't know. That's insane. Who's saying like, who specifically who's saying that?"

"Just people." Cheyenne shrugged, either not noticing or not caring for the worried tone in which Jonah had rushed out an army of excuses.

"Like, everyone. Me included. But don't worry pretty boy Jonah, it's not like Amy knows." You half reassured and half teased, reaching out to grab the upper half of his arm and squeezing it gently. You didn't remove yourself from him, instead rubbing soothing circles into the exposed flesh.

"It doesn't matter if she knows or not, cause its not true anyway." Jonah defended, folding his arms across his chest and moving away from you as he began to pace back and forth in deep thought.

"Sure." Cheyenne said, nervous laughter escaping her throat.

"Oh my god, PBJ, pretty boy Jonah." You gasped at the sudden realisation; the food themed nickname matching your own perfectly. "I just thought of that."

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Having said your goodbyes to Cheyenne, and having wished Dina the best of luck in her efforts of finding the fruit, you grabbed your things from your locker. Walking out of the store, Jonah and Garrett in tow, you bumped into Amy.

"Do you guys have any plans?" She asked, linking arms with you as you walked in the cold, October night air. You absolutely adored how it got darker earlier in the fall and winter months, the cold and dark nights the perfect excuse to get all cosy and warm.

"We're seeing "Nosferatu."" Jonah told her, having briefly mentioned to you on your way out of the store that Garrett was going to tag along too; something you never would've expected, but after the unusual events of the store today, you weren't so surprised.

"Yeah, I don't know why I'm going, but I'm just in a weird head space today." Garrett admitted, a far off look in his eyes.

"Which is exactly how you want to see German expressionism." Jonah encouraged, his hands tucking tightly into his pockets as the wind blew, making everything feel a little colder then it should.

"Oh yay! Another movie I won't understand anything about. How do I always get roped into it?" You jeered, knowing you'd still go if Jonah asked, no matter how weird or unusual what he wanted to see was.

"Your undying love for me and Jonah has blinded you to the boring ass stuff we do in our free time." Garrett teased, breaking from his trance to turn and face you.

"Uh, do you want to come? Uh, I mean, if you want to. I don't care if you're there. You could be there or not be there. It means nothing to me if you're there, at all." Jonah asked Amy, his over the top clarification only making it seem like he liked her even more.

"Oh! Please come Ames, it'll be more fun with you there." You begged, squeezing the arm the connected you tightly with your own.

"You've charmed me. I'm in." She admitted defeat, pulling the two of you in the direction the rest of the group were walking as you headed towards the movie theatre.

"Incidentally, I'm out." He started, smiling happily as he gestured to the sign that had been hung around his neck all day. "I'm Brexit. How has nobody asked me about that all day?"

"Oh dearest Jonah, what are you dressed as today?" You asked, leaning towards the man as Amy and Garrett let out loud laughs.

"Well, now I just don't want to tell you." Jonah sulked, his eyes not meeting your gaze but instead looking slightly past you at Amy who had a wide smile settled on her face, her cheeks rosy from smiling and the night cold; she looked beautiful.

Oh, Jonah definitely liked her.

"Group trip!" You cheered, breaking the quiet tension that had settled over the four of you and creating small talk as you walked towards the theatre.

Today had been good and you were glad Amy was getting some semblance of mother-daughter time despite Emma bailing on trick or treating last minute. You were glad to be doing anything on Halloween, really, not having ever have done anything other then dress up for the store as your mom though it was a stupid holiday.

Maybe that's what had made you love it all the more; definitely not the cute pictures Cheyenne had sent you that made you and Marcus look like a couple. Not that at all.

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Mortal Kombat: Quest of the kamidogu: A change of pace.

Summary: Reaching the final realm of his journey, Shujinko can’t wait to finally put this quest to an end.

Chapter List.

Chapter list part two.

As Shujinko exited the swirling light blue portal to Edenia, the first thing he noticed was how… peaceful everything was.

The grass was lovely and vibrant, people peacefully conducting their lives without a hint of despair or anger. In the distance stood a shining spire of a magnificent castle.

It felt just like an old fairytale kingdom. Damashi ruined this peaceful moment with his omnipresent command.

“Welcome to the final stage of your journey. The Edenian kamidogu is hidden somewhere in this realm.”

Shujinko narrowed his eyes. Before Damashi could leave, he has to explain a few things.

“These kamidogu seem quite important. I believe I am owed an explanation of their purpose.”

A sigh.

“If it will serve to emphasise the importance of your duties, I fail to see why not. Aeons ago,

before the creation of the realms, there were only the Elder Gods and the One Being. The One Being fed off the Elder Gods -- it consumed them.”

Shujinko was astonished. A being that fed on the Elder Gods? Damashi continued his history lesson.

“A war raged in the timeless void until six Elder Gods forged the Kamidogu and used them to splinter the One Being into the many realms.”

“I am humbled by the scope of what you have told me. However, I fail to see why my help is necessary.”

“The Elder gods detected a plot where a being seemed to use the power of the kamidogu to merge the realms and gain ultimate power over reality. Your task has been to safeguard them where none can use them for nefarious purposes.”

Shujinko bowed, now understanding more than ever.

“I see. Thank you for being so forthcoming with me. I will return the Edenian kamidogu as soon as I can.”

“I know, but, please, feel free to explore. You have earned some leisure time.”

Damashi disappeared again, and Shujinko began making his way down the path to the city.

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Shujinko spent some time walking around the Edenian city. There were people selling jewellery, clothes, pies that were delectable enough to be famous throughout the realms, it was almost too good to be true.

Shujinko purchased himself a set of beige coloured robes with the currency he had amassed along his journeys. If this were to be his final adventure, he should prepare for his retirement.

But, he couldn’t think about that yet, he had to find Jade.

On the way to find her, Shujinko saw a man dressed in purple. He asked the man’s name, whose response was arrogant and self aggrandising.

“My name is Rain, a mighty warrior you would do well not to cross.”

Shujinko had to suppress the rolling of his eyes. Was he ever this arrogant? He hoped not.

“Apologies, Rain. I did not mean you any distress.”

A huff.

“You caused me nothing but annoyance. But, if you can help me, I may forget your transgressions.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I am in need of a hiding place, find one for me, and I will reward you handsomely.”

Shujinko quickly left the scene, though out of annoyance rather than fear. It seemed not everyone in this place was welcoming.

He had no intention of helping Rain, the ninja didn’t seem the friendliest type and wouldn’t help him with his duties.

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After some time asking civilians about Jade’s whereabouts, Shujinko found her outside a cave surrounded by men and women dressed in coloured garbs, though each person was slightly personalised with trinkets, emblems, or even hairstyles varying between each one. He could hear Jade speaking to a small group.

“Rain may be an assassin, but his stealth is lacking. Keep searching, he cannot be allowed to roam free.”

“Yes, General.”

A man dressed in a white and blue uniform pointed at Shujinko with a short sword.

“My captain, we have an intruder.”

Jade turned around, looking Shujinko up and down. Her attire was different than the last time the two had met, now more respectful and dignified than the simple leotard she had been seen wearing.

“I see no intruder, merely an old man who may have taken a few wrong turns. Tell me, what’s your name?”

“My name is Shujinko, lady Jade. It is a pleasure to see you once more.”

Jade’s eyes widened before they narrowed again.

“What business have you here?”

“I have been asked to deliver to you an urgent message.”

“It will have to wait. My companions and I are searching for a man called Rain.”

Shujinko’s eyes widened. Rain seemed arrogant, but was he worthy of such an investigation?

“What has he done to warrant such an investigation?”

The man in white and blue began explaining, disdain dripping from every word.

“Rain was once a member of the Edenian resistance fighters. But when he was refused command, he joined Shao Kahn and exposed one of our bases. The blood of many is on his hands.”

A woman in turquoise who was nonchalantly leaning against a tree have her own addition.

“Also, he’s insufferably irritating to interact with.”

“That too.”

Jade ceased the chatter with a glare before returning to Shujinko.

“Anyway. If you find him, return here at once. He must pay for his crimes.”

“A sound plan, Jade. I must inform you that he told me he searches for a hiding place. Perhaps you can use it to your advantage.”

Jade put her hand to her chin.

“He searches for a hiding place, does he? Tell him of this cave, when he arrives we will ambush him.”

Shujinko nodded, agreeing with the plan as he jogged off to find Rain.

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Shujinko found Rain was still lurking behind the boulder, a water bubble floating in his hand.

“I have found a cave to the southeast. It should serve your purposes well.”

At Shujinko’s news, Rain crushed the ball in his hand.

“Excellent. As a reward for your assistance, I shall spare your life.”

Rain jogged in the direction of the cave, and Shujinko sneakily followed. He was eager to see this arrogant fool get what was coming to him.

Hiding outside the cave, Shujinko heard Rain’s voice.

“Hm, a tad crude, but this will serve my purposes well-

There was the sound of metal hitting someone’s head, and then the sound of a body hitting the ground. Shujinko left the cover to observe the sight before him.

Rain was unconscious on the ground, surrounded by members of the Edenian resistance. Jade had her hands on her hips, looking pleased with herself.

“I see that the ambush was a success.”

“Indeed. For a ninja he is not very stealthy. Your assistance is quite appreciated. Take these coins, with my thanks.”

Jade gave Shujinko seven jade coins, which may have been the same ones he gave to her so many years ago. He pocketed them before he spoke to Jade again.

“I hate to be an inconvenience, but I have to pass an urgent message.”

Shujinko pulled out the envelope and handed it to the general. Jade opened it up, unfolded the message within and scanned her eyes across the page.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will head to Outworld at once.”

Jade turned to a woman dressed in red.

“Ruby, please ensure that Rain is bound and imprisoned. The last thing we need is for him to slip through our fingers again.”

The woman in turquoise spoke again.

“Can we gag him?”

Jade looked down at Rain’s unconscious body, and Shujinko could swear she was smirking behind the mask.

“Certainly, Maya.”

Maya cheered, and Shujinko felt his spirits lift for a moment.

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With the matter of Kitana’s letter to Jade taken care of, the next order of business was the kamidogu.

He remembered hearing of a queen. If anyone would know about a powerful item, it might be the ruler.

Shujinko entered the Edenian castle, only to find a pair of knights hold their weapons at his throat.

“Who are you?”

“Calm down, I mean no harm to anyone here. I only wish to speak with your queen.”

Although their helmets obscured their faces, Shujinko could sense their internal conflicts. The put down their weapons and stood aside.

“The throne room is just ahead.”

Shujinko nodded, taking out a pair of ruby coins. And passing a few to the knights.

“As payment for your help.”

Shujinko entered the throne room, finding a woman dressed in a dark purple and black leotard with golden accessories befitting royalty. She wore boots that went up to her thigh and her head was filled with long white hair that contained a black stripe down the middle. The most piercing thing about her were her white eyes which lacked pupils that he had seen among the denizens of the netherrealm. Was she an undead? She certainly didn’t look the part.

Shujinko coughed averting his gaze as the woman looked at him with a steel gaze

“Are you Queen Sindel?”

“I am. Who are you?”

“My name is Shujinko. I am on a quest from the elder gods.”

At hearing his name, Sindel’s expression became one of respect rather than curiosity.

“Shujinko? I have heard of you. My daughter sent me letters of her progress in the siege against Shao Kahn.”

Shujinko smirked.

“Good things, I hope?”

“Of course. I have heard that you are quite well traveled.”

Shujinko scratched the back of his head. He never thought he’d be given such respect by royalty. Especially considering his humble beginnings as a simple villager training in martial arts.

“I am honoured, my queen. I never thought of myself as someone worthy of praise from one such as you.”

Silence reigned between them, both comfort in each other’s company. Then Sindel spoke again.

“As a payment for you assisting my daughter in her battle against Shao Kahn, I offer to teach you the ways of an Edenian knight.”

Shujinko was shocked, she would just do that? Teach him the ways of her guards?

“I am humbled, my lady. I accept your offer.”

Sindel nodded, before standing from her throne and beckoning Shujinko to follow her to an outside area.

“Come, I will escort you to a training ground.”

The area was grassy and pleasant, like the realm itself. Sindel cleared her throat, drawing Shujinko’s attention.

The queen now had a purple pole arm with a blade at the point. She carried it with a confidence of a trained warrior.

“Now, your training begins.”

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Despite Sindel’s regal and polite attitude fitting to her position, her skill was no less sharpened. She specialised in navigating around opponents and punishing their own moves. Her skill with her pole arm was nothing to scoff at either, though she held back to prevent any major damage to her student.

But, the most fascinating thing about training with Sindel was her sonic scream attack. With a powerful yell, she could stun an opponent to gain the upper hand.

Despite all of these abilities and skills, Shujinko’s gift allowed him to learn her skills and fight her to a standstill.

Sindel, now smiling, stood up straight with her Kwan Dao by her side.

“Please, kneel.”

Shujinko did as he was told. Sindel placed the blade on one shoulder, then the other, while reciting a speech.

“By the power in me as the queen of Edenia and a former member of the Edenian knights, I now bestow upon you the title of our protector.”

Shujinko felt the steel lightly touch his hair. Sindel spoke again now filled with a small pride.

You are now officially knighted.”

Shujinko looked up to the woman.

“I am honoured, my lady.”

“Polite and skilled? Quite a rarity these days.”

Shujinko stood back to his feet.

“I am grateful for your training, lady Sindel, but I must find the Kamidogu. Would you have any ideas as to where I would find it?”

At the mention of the kamidogu, Sindel’s eyebrows went up.

“The kamidogu? Is that related to your quest?”

Shujinko nodded.

“Indeed. I have been informed that a great evil is searching for them, and I have been keeping them out of their hands.”

Sindel turned her attention to an unknown subject.

“In that case…”

Sindel called to a guard dressed in a light purple suit of armour. Her helmet was removed, exposing her long brown hair. There was something in her hands, a piece of half eaten Edenian pie.

“Excuse me? Willow?”

The knight, realising her position, jumped at the sound of her queen’s voice.

“Yes, my queen?”

“This man is searching for one of our treasures. Could you please bring out the golden locket from the treasury?”

The woman nodded, quickly finishing her pie before jogging away.

After a few minutes, the woman returned and passed Sindel a small golden case.

“Thank you, you may return to your leisure.”

The knight jogged away, and Sindel opened the case to reveal a glowing treasure. It was a circular yin-yang symbol with a pair of small curved blades at the sides. One half was yellow, the other was white.

“This is the Edenian kamidogu. Deliver it to the gods, they will know what to do.”

Shujinko took the treasure and placed it in his pocket.

“Thank you, Sindel. I hope your daughter returns to you soon.”

Sindel sighed.

“As do I. Even though I know she is more than capable, I still can’t quite repress that instinct to protect her.”

“The woes of parenthood?”

“A gift. Good day, champion.”

Shujinko bowed and left the castle, with his final kamidogu in pocket.

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Exiting the castle out into the streets, Shujinko was intercepted by his guide.

“You have found the final kamidogu of your journey. Well done, Shujinko. Truly.”

“Yes. I was just on my way to return it to the nexus.”

“Since you have acquired the six kamidogu, I will be receiving a physical form as a gift from the Elder Gods. My rebirth shall be in Outworld.”

Shujinko was unable to hide his smile. It seemed they would both get what they wanted.

“That is wonderful news, old friend. Perhaps you and I may meet.”

A chuckle.

“Indeed. Perhaps sooner than you think. Until we meet again, champion.”

Damashi vanished and Shujinko was left to ponder.

“Why would Damashi return in Outworld?”

He shook such thoughts aside as he made his way to the nexus portal.

It was time to finally bring this quest to an end.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat deception #things i create #my writing stuff #quest of the kamidogu #shujinko #damashi #Sindel #Jade #Rain

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crackspinewornpages · 4 months

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War and Peace 50/198 -Leo Tolstoy

At 5 AM the army was still immobilized on the right wing, the left would be the first to descend and attack, when on Austrian officer made his appearance order was set in motion but they didn’t know where they were going in the dark fog and smoke, though, wherever they went were in the same company. (this doesn’t seem smart to send the army to face the enemy in the dark and fog where they can’t even see ten feet in front of them) They could hardly see ten paces ahead but conscious of the Russian columns marching in the same direction. After an hour they halted so the calvary could cross and fill in the gaps, in that time the army grew impatient and was losing spirit. An hour later they descended into the valley blind, shots in the fog, by nine the sun was just rising above it. Napoleon and his troops were closer than expected and he could see the center of the Russian army was weak, on the anniversary of his coronation he gave the order to begin battle.

At 8 o'clock, Kutuzof greeted the men of the foremost regiment intending to lead the column in person, but he stopped in the village of Pratz while Andrei was anxious and believed this would be his bridge of Areola. There was firing in the valley, the infantry filed by Kutuzof halted, they can't open ranks in a village. (seems like you should have considered the geography of the location) He sent Andrei to the third division to give his orders and report on the skirmishes and come back to inform him the troops were ready to move. In the distance the regiments were cheering and ran along the line of Russian columns who they were greeting approached rapidly a squadron of gaily dressed horsemen escorted by the two emperors. Alexander asking why he doesn’t begin, he’s waiting for the columns to assemble, it displeased him. Kutuzof explained the reasons is they are not in parade nor on the emperor’s field, (this is a war not a parade for your entertainment) but he gives the order he turns to Division Commander Milarodovitch and orders to attack and the battalions of Novgared and Apsheran file forward.

The fog began to dissipate, a mile and a half could be seen, to the left of the valley the firing was growing more violent. As they could see the French closer than expected, the Apsheran when it was all covered in smoke, a voice called it was up to them and all started to run. (come back you cowards) It was impossible to stop the fugitives, Andrei was confused at what was happening at the front and saw Kutuzof was wounded. Kutuzof went riding after the fugitives but was torn away by another mob. Andrei forced his way to him, Kutuzof’s staff was only four left as he ordered to stop the cowards, billets buzzed over their heads, when the French saw Kutuzof they fired at him. Kutuzof fell wounded so Andrei took the flag staff and rushed forward, the battalion following into the firefight. Distracted by the other soldiers Andrei was struck on the head and fell only seeing the sky above him and noticed how calm it was. “How it is that I never before saw this lofty sky? And how glad I am that I have learned to know it at last! Yes! All is empty, all is deception, except these infinite heavens. Nothing, nothing at all besides! And even that is nothing but silence and peace! And glory to God!...”p.164

By five in the evening the battle was lost, a hundred canons captured Prschebiszewsky laid down arms, other columns halved were in retreat, the remains were crowded together in Augest. The French were trying to cut down the retreating Dokhturof and some others made a stand. Along the dike were throngs of men pushing along dying and dead. Dolokof was an officer again, his regimental commander, the sole survivors, a canon ball struck someone behind him and in front the crowd just pressed on but stopped, the ice wouldn’t hold them and wouldn’t move on Dolokhof’s orders. A feild piece tried but his leg broke through and he sank to his belt the horses forced on it broke the whole sheet and forty men trampled over each other all while canons fired overhead,

On the hill above Pratz Andrei laid still in pain wandering where he was, he heard hoof beats and French soldiers nearing, it was Napoleon and his two aides. Andrei immediately forgot the words spoken of him having an honorable death, his hero was insignificant compared to heaven. “He was merely conscious of a feeling of joy that people had come to him, of a desire for these people to give him assistance and bring him back to life, which now seemed to him so beautiful because he understood it so differently,”p.167 They notice him moving and Napoleon ordered him taken to the hospital.

He passed out and came to again in the hospital as Napoleon came to inspect the prisoners. He questioned the chief officer, Colonel Prince Repnin, who identified Lieutenant Sukhtelen. Napoleon asked how Andrei was feeling but Andrei had no words, his hero was sordid in comparison with what he had learned. The insignificance of majesty, life and death, no one can explain. Napoleon left without an answer with orders to take care of them, Andrei’s medal was returned. He believes it all would be good if it were as simple as it seems to Maria, he would know where to find help in his life, what to expect after. Carried away he thought of his family, the battle, Napoleon, everything that happened bleeding into a fever dream as the physicians believed he wouldn’t recover, he along with other dying were turned over to the regional natives. (so Andrei had a near death experience and currently is in an existential crisis)

1806 Austria was forced to a separate peace by the end of 1805 Briton was active only in the sea the war, in 1806 assumes an armed truce. Politically the war continues, Britain with a blockade against the enemy neutrals, Napoleon forbidding trade, Prussia broke away and joined the coalition against France and declares war. Napoleon defeats Prussia in a month, occupies Berlin and moves against Russia.

In the beginning of 1806 Nikolai Rostof went home on furlough and had Denisof come with him to Moscow. Rostof was cheerfully greeted by Mikhail and the hall boy Prokofi, others rushed out of their rooms until all crowded in the drawing room. His mother cried in his chest while his father introduced Denisof.

The two slept until ten as everyone cleaned their things and brought comforts, awake Sonya ran away from Rostof as his sister Natasha talked to him. He asks why Sonya ran off, a long story for another time but she’ll tell it now as Rostof fell into his old world of childhood. She had him recall what happened before he left, if he agreed to marry her, now it would be like he was bound by his word under compulsion, and it wouldn’t do. (she loves Sonya and to prove it burned her arm with a ruler) Sonya was sixteen and still in love with him but with so many occupations before him he must remain free. The subject changes, Natasha is no longer interested in Boris since Duport the dancer, she won't marry and become a dancer. When Rostof saw Sonya again he didn’t know how to react around her but understood and quietly they thanked each other for love and freedom.

That year the old count had more money so Rostof decked out, seemed to have grown into a man separated from childhood, now a lieutenant of hussars. Instead of growing closer to Sonya he drifted away, a time when a young man prizes his freedom to do other things, there were others besides Sonya, he has time to fall in love later. The old count Rostof was busy giving dinner orders to prepare for the English Club in honor of Prince Bagration. He asked his son what he thought and sent him to Moscow to Bezukof’s for fresh fruit and gypsies to dance along with gypsy girls. (...sigh) Anna Mikhailovna says not to as she is going as you can get anything from Pierre’s green houses, and she wants to see him since Boris is on his staff. When asked of his new wife Anna’s face changed, he’s unhappy she pities him. Dolokhof, Marya Ivanovna’s son, compromised Helene after Pierre introduced them and brought him into his house and now he follows her. The old count extends the invitation to the club to him for a distraction.

March 15, two hundred and fifty English Club members and fifty guests came to meet Prince Bagration, the hero of the Austrian campaign. Before dinner Count Rostof presented his son, Pierre sat opposite of them and as usual drank too much but others noticed his change absorbed in some disagreeable problem it was Dolokhof’s intimacy with his wife and anonymous letters that the affair was a secret to him alone. Pierre refuses to heed both but it was terrible for him to see Dolokhof sitting opposite and something terrible rise in him. (Count Rostof had to know there were tensions between these two why’d he invite both is he that much of a ditz) Pierre saw it may be true but he cannot believe it, but he noticed the face Dolokhof wore often was now one of deviltry from his other acts. Pierre is afraid of him, he would think nothing of killing a man, so lost in his thoughts he didn’t rise with the others to toast.

Rostof asks what’s the matter, he didn't recognize him and Dolokhof toasts to pretty women and their lovers, (oh now he’s just rubbing it in) Pierre didn’t say anything. When Dolokhof snatched a cantata from him the ugliness rising in Pierre broke. Everyone was alarmed at his outburst and he snatched it back and felt the hatred of his wife widen irrevocably. Rostof acted against Denisof’s advice and arranged a duel the next day at Sokohiki, but Dolokhof had thoughts on it, “if you get it into your head that you are going to be killed, then you are an idiot, and deserve to fall; but if you go with firm intention to kill him as quickly and certainly as you can, then you are all right,”p.180

The next morning Pierre, Nesvitsky, Dolokhof, Denisof and Rostof met in the woods, Pierre had the air of a man unaware of what was before him. Two considerations his wife’s guilt and the innocence of Dolokhof who had no reason to guard a stranger's honor, maybe he would have done the same then is this duel homicide, can he get out of it. It was all set and Dolokhof confessed he doesn’t think this is a sufficient reason to duel but Pierre was in the wrong, Pierre agrees he was foolish. Nevitsky says he could apologies. “You know, count, that it is far more noble to acknowledge one’s fault than to carry on after to its irrevocable consequences.”p.181 Pierre will go through with the duel and had to figure out how to work the trigger.

After Pierre fired he stood still as Dolokhof stepped forward but didn’t shoot and he fell in the snow, arm covered in blood and begs that he isn't done yet. He takes a mouthful of snow and staggers up aiming Pierre made himself an easy target, (is he suicidal) Dolokhof missed and laid back in the snow, Pierre ran off in the woods and Nevitsky took him home. On the way to Moscow Dolokhof roused himself and said his mother won't survive this and had Rostof break the news to her. Despite being a bully Dolokhof was an affectionate son to his mother and brother to his hunchback sister.

Pierre rarely saw his wife alone, the house was full of company, the night of the duel he stayed in the room his father died in, he couldn’t sleep, how did it come to killing his wife's paramour. “Because you married her without loving her; because you deceived yourself and her.”p.183 From the beginning he felt it was wrong, he thought he was proud of it all then thought he was to blame for not understanding her, now found the answer, she is a lewd woman. She allowed her brother to kiss her bare shoulder but laughed at him and told Pierre that he’ll never get any children by her. (she’s a bitch) She’s to blame for it all, but at the back of it he married her, lied that he loved her, he is to blame and suffer but the disgrace of his name and honor is independent of him.

He’ll leave for Petersburg, leaving a letter that he would leave her forever, but that morning Helene came to him in a fury about the duel. She demands answers then says he believes everything he is told, that Dolokhof was her lover without proof and what has he proved by the duel, that he’s a fool, that’s what everyone calls him and now she’s a laughingstock. He drunkenly challenged a man out of jealousy, a superior man to him in everything. (I take it back she’s not a bitch she’s a cunt) He tells her not to speak to him, she yells that she has a right to and tells him any woman with him as a husband would have lovers but not her. Pierre says that he’ll kill her and comes towards her with the marble table top she runs off and his father's nature manifested in him. By the end of the week Pierre signed over half of his property to Helene and left alone to Petersburg.

Two months after the battle of Austerlitz and Andrei was reported dead but his body not recovered, Kutuzof wrote that he was a worthy hero. Unusually his father’s response wasn’t one of wrath and he stayed in his study. When Maria came to see him his face wasn’t sorrowful but wrathful and she could sense the terrible misfortune, the death of one she loved. When told Andrei was dead she felt joy and forgot her fear of her father and hugged him begging for them to weep together, but he has her go inform Lisa. Maria wondered of her brother repented his unbelief and is in bliss. It took several times for Maria to try to break the news, she kept crying and decided not to tell Lisa and persuaded her father not to while she was pregnant. (I’m torn whether or not this was the right move you’re keeping the fact her husband could be dead a secret from her but also she’s in a very delicate state right now) The two hid their grief but the old Prince didn’t hope, while searching for his son he had a gravestone made and in a short time his health deteriorated rapidly while Maria hoped and prayed for Andrei’s return.

#war and peace #leo tolstoy #books #book summaries #historical fiction #romance #philosophical fiction

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sinnilith · 2 years

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imagine awesamdude with a sir kink😵‍💫, when you’d say yes he’d go “hm? yes what?” like god

pairings: cc!awesamdude x fem!reader

content: spankings, bondage, throat fucking, finger fucking, edging, squirting, choking, slapping, reader pussy gets ✨slapped✨, ruined orgasm, dacryphilia, sadist x masochistic.

WARNINGS: MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

you jumped at the sound of sam's belt dropping to the floor right next to your feet. you laid on your belly with your hands tied behind your back and your legs spread apart just enough for sam to see your drooling pussy, his soft chuckle in response to your jumpiness made you squirm.

sam tsk'd when you began to squirm too much in his opinion, landing a sharp smack onto your right ass cheek as a warning. "none of that." the smack sent electricity running up your spine, goosebumps forming all over your body when his fingers gently traced the place he had spanked you. "you behave so well for me baby."

it was dumb of you to think that you'd only be spanked once then sam would fuck you, the sudden sharp smack to your left cheek then another to your right told you he had other plans. you squirmed and whimpered in protest to the harsh spanks, already feeling your ass bruise up.

three harsh smacks landed right against your pussy making you jump and cry out with each one. "did i say you could fucking move?" before you could get an answer out he spanked both your cheeks harshly, with all your strength you stopped yourself from jumping and squirming again. "no sir." you sniffled out.

sam's shirt brushed against the back of your thighs as he bent down to press a kiss to each of your cheeks before smoothing his hands over the soft red flesh, letting out a hum of approval when you visibly relaxed under his touch. "am i being too rough?" his question warmed your heart, his soft side always finding a way to break in even in the middle of a punishment. "no i'm okay sam."

you smiled to yourself at his little chuckle, his lips pressing featherlight kisses against your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. you were about to relax into his gentle caresses and featherlight kisses, the sudden harsh smack to your cunt made you squeal out in surprise. "pretty little sounds." he murmured against your back before leaning back up to his full height.

sam took his time slowly and carefully turning you around onto your back, allowing you to comfortable move your tied up arms into an comfortable position before tapping your inner thigh as a sign for you to stop moving. "get those legs open i wanna see that pretty pussy."

for once you happily obeyed this command; lifting your legs up till your knees hanged just under your breasts, ankles crossing together just to tease him. "i said-" even though your ankles were crossed to cover the sight of your cunt sam still found a way to move his hand in and give your pussy a stinging slap. "open your fucking legs."

you jumped at the slap, your wetness causing it to sting more than the other slaps you received on your ass and thighs. "yes sir!" you gasped out quickly uncrossing your ankles, the spank left your clit throbbing for more. "brat." sam grumbled out.

flicking your tongue out to wet your lips you watched as sam began pulling his zipper down, the very obvious hard on pressing against his dress pants; god you loved seeing sam all dressed up in a suit after he'd come home from work. "you look so cute staring at me with those pretty doe eyes of yours." sam's voice brought your eyes back to his brown ones, the usual softness now hardened with lust.

you excitedly squirmed when he took a few strides towards you, one hand stroking his dick while the other smoothed down your stomach and stopped right above your pussy. "open." his command was soft yet it still made a shiver run down your spine. you happily opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as well.

both of you kept eye contact with each other as sam tapped the tip of his dick against your tongue and slid two fingers into you with ease, the moan you were about to make was cut off by sam thrusting his dick down your throat, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as your throat fought to relax around him.

you couldn't stop the muffled whimpering moans from leaving your stuffed mouth the moment sam began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, all while forcing your throat to take every inch of him until your shoulders stiffened and you gagged and choked around him. through your blurry vision you could see sam eyebrows furrowed down in pleasure, his dark eyes watching you intently.

air rushed into your lungs the moment sam pulled out from your mouth when you attempted to jerk your head away. you cleared your throat and blinked away the tears from your eyes, a small giggly hum bubbling up from you when sam wiped the spit from your chin and bent down to press a kiss to your head.

"good girl."

"oh..my god!" you screamed out breathlessly, your tied wrists uselessly twisted against your arched back while your toes curled. sam chuckle met your ears but you couldn't fully focus on him, not when he had three fingers thrusting into you at a rapid pace, the sound of your pussy being fucked mixing with your non stop moans.

you had attempted to close your legs three different times in hopes he'd give you a breather, each time you received a stern look and a harsh smack against your pussy; one of those smacks had triggered your fifth orgasm.

"you poor thing you can barely utter a word out just a waterfall of moans and whimpers.." sam tilted his head like a curious puppy, dark eyes watching the way your hips jerked and lifted up in the air whenever he curled his three fingers that were currently thrusting knuckles deep inside of you.

"please sir.." your whine sounded so pathetic but you loved it and so did sam who simply hummed at your plea for him to stop. both of you knew each other's limits well, he also knew you'd say your safe word if he pushed you too far. "all that begging yet you're still cumming around my fingers, dirty little slut." sam pulled his fingers out to give your oversensitive cunt a smack that made your thighs quiver, a broken sob leaving your agape mouth when he slid his fingers back into you and went straight back to pounding them knuckles deep inside of you.

you clenched around sam's fingers for the sixth time tonight, tied up and mind heavy with exhaustion the only thing you could do was tense under sam's touch, your moans growing high pitch. "sam!" you cried out as your thighs clenched around sam's. sam was completely unfazed by your antics, eyes staying glued to your cunt that hungrily clenched and squelched around his digits, using his other hand to rub fast circles against your clit.

the added pressure made you see stars, body tensed and thighs quivering you felt your pussy quiver before squirting around sam's fingers for the second time, soaking the towel that he had placed under you after your first squirt. "there you go baby, cum around my fucking fingers." his praise came on empty ears since yours were too busy ringing around the loud rapid beating of your heart, you couldn't even hear your moans that had reached an octave you didn't even know you could reach.

sam continued to thrust his fingers knuckle deep into your cunt and rub your clit till your vision blurred. "vanilla!" you finally gasped out when the pleasure became too much for you to handle; a exhausted sigh leaving you when sam removed his hands from your spent body to grab another towel, wiping down your soaked thighs.

"you did so good baby." he murmured against your forehead when he leaned down to press soft kisses to your face, a small smile and a hum of acknowledgement was the only response you could muster up.

sam sat on the toilet with a neatly folded towel resting on his lap, elbows resting against the soft fabric while his chin resting in his hands. he had made you a warm bubble bath and poured you both a glass of wine that you were going to open for an special occasion but after having two earth shattering orgasms you deserved it.

"you're spoiled." the brunette chuckled out when you took a small sip of your wine, eyes closing at the rich taste.

you rolled your eyes at him, turning your head to give him a amused look. "all that complaining yet you still kiss the ground i walk on."

"careful now that mouth is gonna get you in trouble, again." his tone held a dark warning that had your thighs clench.

"sorry sir."

"mhm."

this had no business taking me so long to write 😕 that's writers block for you.

#awesamdude smut #x reader smut #mcyt smut #dreamsmp smut

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years

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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer

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divine-mistake · 3 years

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it's just a curve upon the lips (a kiss)

Summary: “Did it really look like I needed your help?”

“Yes. Horribly.”

Characters: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes/(f)Reader

Warnings: 18+ (no smut), possible TFATWS SPOILERS, strong language, canon typical violence, fluff, humor, established relationship, idiots in love, is this a john walker hate fic?, totally not divine's normal bag of tricks

Word Count: 4500

A/N: Well, I have 0 patience so I am posting this fic this morning. This fic was written for @kitkatd7 and her 600 follower writing challenge! The prompts I used are bolded. Congrats again lovely 💖 hope you are doing swell and that you enjoy this! Thanks for hosting!!

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Bucky’s going to kill you.

Or, more realistically, he’s going to kill John Walker. Not that it’s really Walker’s fault that you’re in the predicament you’re in. Well—okay—he’s not faultless. If anyone ruined this mission first, it was Walker. All you’re doing is trying to save it.

But being pressed up against the wall of some dirty nightclub in Madripoor, John Walker’s lips inhaling your own, his hand wandering dangerously close to your ass where he could easily slip his fingers up the hem of your dress and feel that you aren’t wearing panties, well, that’s gonna be a hard one to explain.

It all started when you were born—

But more seriously, it started in New York, when Sam Wilson showed up on your doorstep with a new mission.

“Absolutely not.”

“C’mon, don’t make me beg!” Sam’s standing in front of you, hardly out of the entryway, giving you the big puppy dog eyes as if he’s asking for something simple, like taking you out for a milkshake. Or jetting you off to Italy for a long overdue vacation. Or, fuck, anything but whisking your boyfriend off to Madripoor for an off-the-books mission.

You stare at him, hard, for five seconds. Then you point to the ground beneath your feet.

“Beg,” you command.

He recoils in absolute shock, mouth falling open, and then his lips pull back to reveal a set of pearly teeth bared in a cheesy grin.

“Damn, Barnes,” he says with a whistle. “You better watch your back or I’ll snatch her up, quick as can be.”

Not even moving from the couch he’s lounging on, Bucky throws his hand up in the air, waving lazily at Sam.

“You couldn’t handle her.”

Your head falls to the side, eyebrows raised, as if you’re taunting him— waiting for him to say something. Sam’s mouth shuts with a click of teeth and he gulps. With a smile, you narrow your eyes into a glare.

“Fair point,” he says.

“I’m serious,” you tell him, arms crossed over your chest. “If you want him, you better start begging, Wilson.”

Sam purses his lips, like he’s seriously thinking about it, and lets out a loud sigh. He’s folding. But just as he’s about to concede, you hear the squeak of your old couch crow and then two large hands, one warm and one cool, fall upon the sides of your jaw, tipping your head back.

Bucky looks down at you sternly. “Baby,” he warns.

You huff, pouting a little. “Really?”

The corner of his lips curl. You hate that he’s tall enough to tower over you like this, the bastard.

“Really,” he says, and leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, melting back into him. When you open them again, Sam has his gaze averted, almost embarrassed, like he knows he’s intruding on an intimate moment. As if he hasn’t seen you wrapped around Bucky like an octopus, making out with him as soon as he got home from Riga. It makes you snort.

Bucky’s hands fall from holding your face and wrap around your middle. “So what’s the plan?” he asks, squeezing you gently. “And why is it off record?”

“Got a lead on one of the Power Broker’s old friends,” Sam says, suddenly snapping from Goofy Sam into Captain America, face set stoically, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Why do we care?”

“‘Cause Walker’s already there.”

Bucky’s arms tighten around you until all the air is pushed out of your mouth in a wheeze. You’ve become a squeaky toy, and you’d take a minute to snark at him about it if you could breathe, but you manage to slap your hands against one of his wrists. He lets you go instantly, cursing.

“Shit, sorry doll. Sorry.” His hands soothe over your sore skin. “What do you mean Walker’s there? In Madripoor?”

Sam gives him a curt nod. “He’s gone rogue—not that anyone’s surprised. But we’ve got to intercept. Or at least go and clean up the mess he’s about to make.”

“No,” you interject. “Nuh uh. No fucking way, Samuel. No.”

He frowns at you. “We don’t have much of a choice.”

“The hell you don’t! Let Walker get himself in trouble, who cares? He isn’t your responsibility, and he sure as hell isn’t Bucky’s—who is on a strict pardon, might I remind you.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need him, girl.” For what it’s worth, Sam looks apologetic, and like he means that, but all you can feel is the frustration and anger at what Walker’s done rising up in your body. Stealing the mantle from Sam, calling the love of your life an asset, disrupting his therapy, being a smug asshole, the events of—of everything that happened in Riga.

Bucky and Sam share a look that you don’t really catch, and then Bucky is pulling you toward the living room and spinning you in his arms so you’re smushed to his chest. He takes your face in his hands again and forces you to look at him as you twine your arms around his waist.

“Hey,” he calls gently. “What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s Walker,” you stress. “And Madripoor. And the Power Broker and you’re gonna get in trouble, Bucky. You might be a free agent but you have to be responsible.”

“You know this is my job. And you know Sam’s not gonna let me get into trouble. So what’s really wrong, baby?”

Sighing, tears starting to sting the backs of your eyes, you bury your face in Bucky’s chest. The softness of his henley catches a stray tear that you blink away as you nestle there and he curves his hands around your back to pin you against him. He smells clean, a little like pine and something smoky.

“I don’t want you to go,” you whisper. “You just came home.”

“Baby.”

Bucky pulls you up to meet him, his lips pressed against your own, a little chapped and familiar. It’s gentle and slow, not all-consuming, but a reminder of how much he loves you. His thumb swipes over your cheek to snag a runaway tear and wipe it away. He kisses you like he’s saying, I’m home. You’re my home.

When he pulls away, he’s not smiling, but his brow is furrowed like he’s pained. There is so much fondness for you in the blue depths of his eyes, so much love in the way he caresses your skin with his calloused fingers.

“Come with us,” he says, softly and in love.

And in the background, Sam Wilson shouts: “What?”

That’s how you find yourself in Madripoor.

Now, how you got yourself in this slinky black dress and a pair of stilettos, about to infiltrate a seedy nightclub in the middle of Low Town with a certain rogue John Walker—that’s a whole different story.

It’s a short one, really. You touched down in Madripoor, Sam found Walker making a mess of things as per usual, and then they were left with one single lead: Matthias Crowley. And, unfortunately for you, Crowley knows everyone’s face who is sitting in this town car on their way to Vanish, the club he frequents.

Except for yours.

Bucky is sitting beside you in the back seat, trying to angle a comms device into your ear. But his hands are fumbly, nervous, and yet again he ends up missing his mark.

You hiss in pain as the unit is jammed against the cartilage of your ear and Bucky curses.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Your ear is just so small.”

“Give it to me,” you snap, a little harsher than normal, but he’s been at it for a few minutes now and just won’t let you do it. With a sigh, Bucky drops the piece into your awaiting palm, and within the next few seconds you have the little black device squished into place. In the darkness of the club, it won’t be visible.

“Sorry,” he says again, looking at you like a kicked puppy. You lay your hand on the cut of his jaw, nails scraping over his skin in a manner that makes him suck in a breath. A preview of later.

“I’ll be fine, babe. I promise.” You curl your lips in a smile. “Don’t worry so much.”

Bucky’s hand falls upon your own, squeezing your fingers. “You’re my best girl,” he tells you.

“Onlygirl.”

“I can’t help but worry. If you get hurt—”

“You don’t have to worry, Bucky. She’ll be with me, after all,” Walker says from the front seat, glancing at the two of you in the rearview mirror. Sam just sighs.

“And now I’m even more worried,” Bucky says, loud enough for Walker to hear. He takes both of your hands in his and presses kisses to your knuckles. “Promise me you’ll be safe, doll. That you’ll listen to all our directions. And that you’ll call me if you need me.”

“It’s going to be fine,” you reassure him, but he squeezes your hands again. “I’m not going to risk ruining the mission.”

“Fuck the mission,” Bucky grits through his teeth. “Madripoor is dangerous. Promise to call me if you need me.”

“Bucky—”

“Promise,” he pleads, his blue eyes all big and wide and worried, and you can’t refuse him.

“I promise.”

He gives you one last, lingering kiss in the backseat of the town car, nearly pulling you atop his lap like he can’t fathom not feeling you against him, and then Sam’s pulling up to Vanish and Walker is calling your name.

The plan is fairly simple. God, isn’t that what they always say though?

You cause a distraction. Spill your fruity drink on Crowley’s lap, get a little teary, show a little cleavage (you left that part out when Bucky was listening), and hold his attention long enough that Walker can sneak up onto the top level and into Crowley’s rented room. There, he’ll knock out the guards and break into the room to get the hard drive that everyone’s ninety-five-percent sure has info on the elusive Power Broker.

And, spoiler alert, most of this does not end up happening.

“You little whore!”

One of Crowley’s bodyguards, or shooty-guys, whatever they are, jesus, has his hand threaded through your hair so tightly it burns. You’re on your knees in front of the man himself, the strap of your silken dress falling off your shoulder, as the bodyguard dude is pulling your head up by your hair to look Matthias in the eyes.

The man himself, blond and kind of thinner than you thought he would be, leans forward in his seat to get a closer look at you. He’s kind of got a stick bug vibe. Like, Bucky could probably crack this man’s spine over his knee.

You feel a giggle try to worm it’s way out of your mouth and you clench your teeth together so hard you draw blood from your tongue.

“Do you even know who I am?” Crowley seethes at you, eyes narrowed into slits.

“No,” you stammer out, pulling out the doe eyes and the wobbling lip—the innocent angel face you tend to use when Bucky’s pissed at you for something you definitely knew you shouldn’t be doing but you did anyway because you’re a brat sometimes.

Men in love are the weakest link, you swear.

Crowley looks over you, gaze roaming up and down your body, and you squeeze your thighs together because you are definitely not wearing panties under this dress and, well, you aren’t looking for anyone to get a glimpse of that except for a man with a metal arm.

But Crowley mistakes it for something else, and a smirk breaks through his lips.

“You’re pretty,” he regards you, “for a whore.” Ouch. “Take her upstairs and I’ll deal with her later.”

Oh fuck. You really, really hope that Walker is up there and has the hard drive already. But as the bodyguard drags you up off the ground and toward the stairs, the pounding of your heart gets faster and faster and you’re pretty sure you’re sweating and wow, no one said that missions were this scary.

But you’re not about to call Bucky yet. Walker can get you through this. Probably.

In complete silence, the shooty-guy who definitely has a gun in his hand forces you up two flights of stairs and into a long, dark hallway. The only light is a flickering row of yellowed-out bulbs hanging haphazardly from the ceiling.

And, maybe it’s all the horror movies that someone likes to watch on movie night or something, but you get this horrible sinking feeling that you’re going to die in this ominous hallway, so you decide to act before you get dragged off to Crowley’s room.

You jerk to a stop, digging your heels into the stained carpet. Shooty-dude was not expecting that. He falters just enough that you whip out your leg and aim for the backs of his knees. You reach for the gun. Wrist in hand, you point it up, up, up at the ceiling. Dude lets your hair go to grab you. You send your head back with the force of a thousand suns, hoping it breaks his nose. Too short—clips his chin. Now you’re dizzy and your vision is going black at the edges.

His wrist slips your grip because you don’t know how to fight. Bucky taught you about twenty things and you remember exactly three of them—backs of the knees, head butt, and, oh, right.

You take your palm and shove it straight up into his nose. He dodges.

Shit.

And then, very suddenly and out of nowhere, bodyguard shooty-dudey is literally ripped away from you and thrown onto the carpeted floor, and Walker is on him. A sickening crack of his neck is all you need to hear to know it’s over.

You slump against the wall of the hallway, panting, looking at him.

“Did it really look like I needed your help?”

“Yes. Horribly.” Walker wipes a bloodied hand on the bodyguard’s jacket, glancing back at you. “You okay?”

“Peachy,” you reply. “Did you get the drive?”

He swipes a black box out of his suit jacket, shaking it at you, and you nod.

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here,” you say, still trying to catch your breath. You press the tiny button on your comms device. “On our way down.”

A voice crackles to life. “You okay?” Bucky sounds worried and it makes you smile.

“Yep.”

“Good. Take the back entrance out of the club. Sam’ll pick you up. You’re doing great, baby.”

“This mean I’ll get a reward, Barnes?”

He laughs into the comms. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, doll. Be safe. I love you.”

“Love you more,” you tell him, and then you and Walker are on the move, out of the dingy hallway and toward the exit.

“So,” Walker starts, his voice still kept to a low rumble. “You and Bucky, huh?”

“Don’t.”

“Okay then.”

Thankfully, the rest of your trip is silent, because not only do you want to punch Walker in his stupid face every time he opens his mouth, but also because you hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, along with a familiar voice.

“Hope he tied the little whore up for me. Easier to fuck ‘em and kill ‘em like that. She didn’t seem too feisty though. Maybe I can keep her.”

You curse, grabbing Walker. Think fast, think fast, think fast.

“I need you to cover me,” you hiss. “Need you—God, can you work with me here? I need you to—”

Walker is very heavy and very uncooperative, you realize, as you pull him to the shadowed corner of the stairwell and try to arrange his limbs around you. He’s not very quick on the draw, lumbering and looking down at the stairs where the voices are floating up from, and at this point, you need to find whoever tried to make him Captain America and slap them in the fucking mouth.

Finally, you duck down and slam your back against the wall, pull Walker atop you, and take his face and slam his lips to yours.

And boy, it doesn’t take him long to get into the swing of things.

So yeah, in hindsight, you probably should have thought more about how your broody boyfriend was going to react to this. But also, your life was kind of on the line, and you really really really did not want to screw this mission up. It was bad enough that it was off the books thanks to Walker—no one but Torres would know where you guys were if you happened to die—but ruining the mission might mean that Bucky would be back on the chopping block.

It’s his job, you know. He’s a free agent, you know. He’s Sam’s partner and Sam won’t let anything happen to him, you know.

But also you’re just a tiny girl in a big world who shelves library books for a living. The only reason you know any self-defense is because your boyfriend is a reformed assassin. It’s like you’re living a double life. And, for god’s sake, he’s out there saving the world and shit. The least you can do is not fuck up one mission. Just one mission.

But man, Walker’s lips kind of taste like flat beer.

It’s enough that Crowley and his men brush past the two of you with little but a sneer and a shove of Walker’s back, who stumbles right into you, but you keep moving your mouth against his because you still hear them walking, and walking, and walking, and you aren’t ready to die but Walker’s nose keeps bumping yours and you haven’t kissed anyone besides Bucky in like three years, so this is super unpleasant.

And, god, if Walker’s hand doesn’t quit moving up your thigh, under the hem of your slick black dress, you’re going to have Bucky break his fingers.

In warning, you nip his bottom lip, and Walker pushes harder into you, caging you against the wall. As his fingers approach your hip, where he definitely will realize you aren’t wearing underwear, you slap his hand down and send your knee into his junk. He grunts into your mouth, but takes the hint.

Sam’s voice comes alive in your ear. “Where are you two?”

You don’t hear Crowley’s footsteps anymore, but you count one, two, three more seconds and then shove Walker off of you. He falls back, catching himself on the stair railings, wiping his mouth with a dopey look on his face.

“Damn,” he says, grinning.

You press your comms unit. “Ran into trouble. On our way now.”

“You good?” Sam asks, and this time, Walker chimes in.

“Better than good,” he replies, still staring at you.

“Gross,” you spit, then you’re breezing past him and rushing down the stairs.

He trails behind you, too close, and part of your brain reminds you that he has to stick close to you because it’s a mission, but another part of your brain is screaming that he’s acting like a puppy dog and not like you kissed him to save both your asses.

“Why are you even with Bucky? I don’t get it,” he murmurs in your ear—the one without your comms device—and even under the loud music of Vanish you can hear him.

“You don’t have to,” you snap back at him. “Our relationship is between us. Get lost, Walker.”

The door is right there. You can see it now as you slip past sweaty, drunk, dancing bodies. You just have to get out that back door and Sam will be waiting to pick you up, just like Bucky said.

But Walker’s hand slides over the silky fabric of your dress and his arm winds around your waist.

“But that kiss,” he says, near dreamy. “And Barnes isn’t your type of man.”

You turn back to glare at him. “Didn’t your wife leave you or something?”

His eye twitches. “C’mon,” he says. “I think we’ve got real—”

Before he can finish, you reach the exit and burst through the door and out into the back alley, the smell of rotting garbage, old piss, and blood filling your nose. Frankly, you prefer this trash over the trash spilling from Walker’s mouth right now.

But Sam, unfortunately, is nowhere to be seen. Immediately, you go to press your comms unit to find out where he is, but then Walker’s hand falls on your shoulder.

The next thing you know, your back is on the brick wall of the alley and Walker’s hands are on either side of your head, trapping you there. It doesn’t scare you in the least bit, even though you know it should, what with the fact that he’s a super soldier too. But your super soldier will come kick Walker’s ass, you know for certain, so there isn’t even an ounce of fear in you. Only anger.

“Get the fuck off of me,” you grit through your teeth.

“Just listen to me for a second,” he says.

“No!” You move to duck under his arm, but Walker grabs you and holds you there.

“I’m not asking.” He takes your chin in his hand. “I just want to know why you’re all over Barnes. He’s barely a person. Probably not even a good partner, if I had to guess.”

“Fuck you.” You gather the saliva in your mouth and spit directly at Walker’s lips.

The way his face contorts into fury, shadowed by the darkness of the alley, his eyes lit up by the neon of Madripoor, makes him look like a feral animal. And now you’re scared.

You saw the videos from Riga. You know what he’s capable of.

His grip on your chin tightens considerably, fingers digging into your jaw, and try as you might to swallow it, you whimper in pain. Walker tilts his head to the side, watching you, a tight smile finding its way onto his mouth.

“Is he better than me?” Walker demands. “You’d rather a brainwashed, broken super soldier than a decorated one?”

You try and speak but you can’t open your mouth. God, you’d give anything to tell him how much of a piece of shit he is, in fucking gory detail.

Like he’s reading your mind, or maybe he just wants you to stroke his ego, Walker’s grasp loosens only slightly, the pain still searing through your bones. But it’s enough that you can move your mouth, if only a little. It’s enough.

“He’ll always be better than you,” you manage to say.

Oh god. This is going to hurt.

You shouldn’t, you know, but you close your eyes anyway. Maybe it’ll help the pain of it. With a deep breath in, you steady yourself and wait for whatever Walker’s about to throw at you.

But nothing comes, and then suddenly his pressure is gone and you hear the familiar—god, thank god—sound of a nearly-silent metal arm invades your ears and your eyes pop open just in time to watch Bucky kick a heavy boot straight into Walker’s middle, the force throwing the blond across the alleyway.

You scream his name at the very same time that Sam rounds the corner, shouting, “If you kill him, they are not gonna give a shit about your pardon!”

Sam stops, takes one look at you, and his eyes widen.

“Are you okay?” he asks, taking a step toward you.

You point your finger at your boyfriend who is currently lifting Walker up by the goddamn neck—with his flesh hand, just to make a fucking point—and about to smear the poor dude’s guts across the brick.

“Stop him!” you yell, and Sam jumps into action.

“You think you can just touch her like that?” Bucky roars, slamming Walker back into the alley’s wall. “You think you that’s fucking okay? You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

“It wasn’t like that!” Walker tries to defend himself, stumbling onto the ground as Sam pulls Bucky off of him.

“Pardon,” Sam keeps repeating. “Conditional pardon. A very conditional pardon, Buck.”

“Her comms were on, you moron!” Bucky yells back, but ultimately lets Sam drag him away.

Your fingernail scrapes over the device in your ear and—lo and behold—the button had gotten stuck.

“You touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you, Walker.” Bucky is downright seething, anger rolling off him in tangible waves. “Pardon or no pardon, I will fucking murder you if you even look at her ever again. You think the Raft is bad? I’ve had much worse.”

“James Barnes!”

In an instant, Bucky’s eyes snap to yours, and then he’s rushing toward you. In barely two long strides he’s scooping you up in his arms and off the brick you feel indented in your skin, and he’s rubbing and soothing your hair and your back and your face and—goddamnit, Bucky Barnes—your ass, too.

“Baby,” he breathes, as if he hasn’t breathed in a millenia. “You okay?”

“James fucking Bucky Barnes,” you huff. “Right now I don’t even know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.”

Bucky peers down at you, looking over you like he’s trying to make sure you aren’t bruised or scraped anywhere and that you’re really okay, and once he’s satisfied with that, a charming grin breaks through his lips.

“Can I pick?"

“Fuck you.”

You grab onto the collar of his leather jacket and pull him down upon you, and as if his lips were made for yours, as if he was made for you, your mouths slot together in a perfect kiss.

He tastes faintly of smoke and a little like blood, something you’ve become used to at this point. And his nose never bumps yours. Bucky knows exactly how to angle his face to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips as you let out a quiet moan of perfection, and his hands don’t wander. They only press into the small of your back so he can feel you against him.

Nothing like Walker. Only Bucky.

You pull away, gasping for air, and Bucky finds the crook of your neck and shoulder. He plants kisses up and down your neck as he holds you, your knees going a little weak, and you turn to find Walker.

He’s standing at the end of the alleyway, staring at you with a look of pure disgust.

You mouth one word to him before Bucky is calling you baby, grabbing your face, and kissing you again.

Told you.

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February 12th, 1554

“The lieutenant led Jane out followed by Feckenham and the others. The diminutive former queen was in total command of her emotions, unlike her two ladies who ‘wonderfully wept’. Dressed as for her trial, all in black, she carried her prayer book which she read from all the way: perhaps ‘the prayer of Queen Esther for help against her enemies’, ‘the Lord’s Prayer and holy ejaculations suitable to the condition of a person in tribulation’, the ‘prayer for strength of mind to bear the cross’, certainly the prayer ‘for grace to believe and trust in Christ Jesus’. How many people watched her we do not know; certainly not the thousand who saw Anne Boleyn die at the same spot. Jane’s death was little more than an exercise in refuse disposal. The party climbed the scaffold and Jane said to Thomas Brydges. ‘Can I speak what is in my mind?’ ‘Yes, Madam.’ She turned to those watching. ‘Good people, I am come hither to die, and by a law I am condemned to the same; the fact indeed against the Queen’s Highness was unlawful and the consenting thereunto by me.’ Jane was observing the convention that those about to die should concede the legality of their sentence. But being condemned was not the same as being guilty, and she continued: ‘touching the procurement and desire thereof by me or on my [be] half, I do wash my hands thereof in innocency before the face of God and the face of you good Christian people this day’. And she wrung her hands accordingly. Jane then spoke of death: ‘I pray you all good Christian people to bear me witness that I die a true Christian woman and that I do look to be saved by no other mean, but only by the mercy of God, in the merits of the blood of his only son Jesus Christ.’ No-one must be in any doubt. She was dying confident in salvation by faith alone. Catholics, of course, would see that as arrogance and human pride, so Jane continued: ‘I confess when I did know the word of God I neglected the same and loved myself and the world, and therefore this plague or punishment is happily and worthily [deservedly] happened unto me for my sins.’ But even in that there was divine mercy: ‘I thank God of his goodness that he has thus given me a time and respite to repent.’ Finally she asked for prayers, but with a defiant Protestant twist: not ‘now good people, I pray you to assist me with your prayers’ but ‘now good people, while I am alive, I pray you to assist me with your prayers’. Only faith in this life secured salvation in the next; once the axe had fallen, she would be past being prayed for – praying for the dead was a Catholic superstition. To the last Jane was determined to witness to the truth – and in Greek, her beloved Greek, the word for ‘witness’ was ‘martyr’.

Then Jane knelt and, with the first sign of uncertainty, pointed to Psalm 51 in her prayer book and asked Feckenham, ‘Shall I say this psalm?’ It was the Miserere: ‘Have mercy upon me O God, after thy great goodness: according to the multitude of thy mercies, do away mine offences.’ ‘Yes’, said Feckenham, so Jane said the psalm ‘in English in a most devout manner to the end’, possibly with Feckenham saying it with her in Latin. Then she stood up to thank the monk for keeping her company, and gently tease him that during those few days she was more bored by him than frightened by the shadow of death. It was said with affection for she then embraced him and said ‘Go and may God satisfy every wish of yours’. Next the preliminaries. Gloves and handkerchief to Mistress Tilney; prayer book to Thomas Brydges; gown – though when the heads- man moved to help her she said ‘let me alone’ and turned to the two women. Headdress next and her collar. The executioner then knelt to ask her forgiveness which she gave ‘most willingly’ and he told her to move on to the straw. Only then she saw the block and said, ‘I pray you, despatch me quickly.’ But when she knelt down she asked anxiously, ‘Will you take it off before I lay me down?’ ‘No madam.’ Jane then tossed her hair forward to bare her neck and tied it with the blindfold she had been given. And with darkness panic. ‘What shall I do? Where is it?’ The rest of the scaffold party froze and a bystander had to guide Jane to the block. She put her neck on it. ‘Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit.’ And the horror was over.” - Lady Jane Grey: A Tudor Mystery by Eric Ives

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The Island | KTH (Seven)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) maid outfit, spanking, vaginal fingering, panty sniffing, pussy slapping, Oc’s ex is an ass, use of a vibrator, mirror sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, rougher sex, choking, sad oc, vulnerable Tae,

Notes: Ch7 is here! A lot goes on but I hope you guys like this chapter. I would say the second part of the story is truly beginning. ;) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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Month 7

“I believe you missed a spot.” You glance over your shoulder to see Taehyung pointing down at some random spot on the lower shelf of the bookcase. His expression is dark, his eyes half lidded as he gazes at you. You turn around to face him, your breasts pushed out thanks to the…outfit…you are wearing. You reach forward with the white duster in hand and lightly sweep it across his chest.

“Where?” You tease. “Here?” You slide the duster lower until it barely grazes over his crotch.

Taehyung slightly moves his head to the side as he pushes a short breath of air out, he looks up as a sly smile draws itself on his perfect lips.

“Finish dusting the bookshelf,” he sounds amused, “Down there, I want you bent over, making sure it’s perfectly cleaned.” He points low again.

You raise your brows and say ‘Ah’, turning back around to face the shelves again. “Yes, Taehyung.” You whisper out and he smirks.

Your maid outfit is quite short on you, the material tight around your body. It’s very low cut giving Taehyung the perfect view of your pushed up breasts that he basically drools at the sight. But now he is getting the view of your ass. The way you are bent over, dusting the shelf has his pants getting tighter and tighter around his cock.

Taehyung walks forward until his crotch is directly pushed up against your cheeks, and his hands are gripping at your waist.

“Lower, clean lower.” He instructs and you begin to bend lower, your ass on fuller display now, the black lacey thong doing little to cover you and leaving nothing to the imagination. Taehyung’s eyes slowly skim down your back until they are settling at your cheeks being pushed up against him.

“Am I doing a good job?” you wiggle your ass and he bites down on his bottom lip. Hard. His plump flesh stuck between his teeth as he continues to stare down at you. You start moving your ass side to side, up and down. Circling your hips into his crotch and Taehyung sighs out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Don’t make me fuck you right here.” He warns, his voice is tight and strained. You can’t help but push back harder, feeling his hardening cock grow against your cheeks. Taehyung steps back from you, his hands sliding from your waist to your ass. He squeezes the cheek and gives one side a generous spank.

“Keep moving your hips.” He commands, “Fuck yourself onto my fingers.” And then his hand slides down until his fingers are at your wet folds, the material of your thong barely covering you. With his other hand he begins to slip your underwear off of you, he squats behind you dragging them down your legs, slowly…very slowly. You whine when he takes his time, he is always taking his fucking time. It drives you absolutely nuts.

“For fucks sake, woman.” He breathes out, “You are so fucking wet. You like dressing up this much? You like teasing me this much?” he lifts one foot at a time as he takes the underwear off of you. He brings the panties to his nose and sniffs the soaked material.

“Mm.” He throws the thong to the ground, and gets closer to your bare pussy.

You wiggle your ass again and he darkly chuckles, he brings his hand forward and lightly slaps your wet cunt.

“Taehyung!” You moan, you voice shaking as your arousal begins dripping down your pussy and onto your inner thighs. “Please touch me again.”

“My fingers.” He says, “That’s all you get.”

His fingers play at your folds again, they slide between them, gathering your juices. His fingers are so intimidatingly beautiful and long and you anticipate the feel of them entering you. But he doesn’t quite yet, he just continues to slide them between your folds. The tips of his fingers brushing against your clit, leaving you whining.

“I only have one rule for you baby girl.” Taehyung leans forward to kiss your right ass cheek. “You have to be loud. I want every microphone in this place picking up your moans.” He finally dips a finger into your hole and you cry out.

“That’s it. But louder.” He leaves another kiss as he enters another finger. The high pitched moan that leaves your lips should be illegal, it is such a cry in pleasure that it is obvious that his fingers bring you a feeling of euphoria.

“Taehyung, Taehyung.” You start chanting his name, in hopes he will enter another long finger but instead he starts to slowly, very fucking slowly, thrust his fingers in and out of you. He curls them in a way that brushes against your most sensitive fucking spot that has you rocking your hips along with his movements.

“That’s it baby.” He stops moving his hand, but continues to curl and scissor his fingers in you as you fuck his fingers. You rock your hips back and forth, choosing a quick pace as you fuck his long, delicious fingers. Your long, dragged out moans fills his ears and he just smiles as he stares at your pussy. His cock is aching. He wants to fuck you so bad. But as said before, he is a man of self-control. His ability to refrain from fucking you rough and quick astonishes even him.

“Taehyung!” you whine, “Oh god!”

His fingers continue to hit that spot inside you that has you tensing so hard, you clench around his fingers and moan loudly, so fucking loudly that you don’t even recognize yourself.

“That’s it…that’s it.” His other hand sneaks its way around your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. He starts rubbing tight circles, your knees shaking and your body starting to give out.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna…” you pant, “Can I come? Please?” you move against him faster.

Taehyung licks his lips, he watches at your juices run down your legs and he feels so fucking pleased with himself. He finally starts thrusting his fingers into you once again, at a brutal pace while his other fingers still work themselves on your clit. Your shaky legs give out on you and you fall to all fours on the floor. Your face smooshed in the carpet as you raise your ass higher in the air.

“You can come.” He gives his permission and you groan out loudly, “Now.” He says with a low voice. You feel the wave of your orgasm hit you, it washes over you wave after wave, drowning you in pleasure. Your body is about to fall completely to the floor when Taehyung’s fingers leave your body to catch you.

“That’s it baby.” He whispers, “You did so fucking well.” He starts rubbing your back as he pulls you into his chest. “You put on quite the show. I bet these fuckers watching are creaming their fucking pants right now.” He chuckles. You breathe heavily into his chest, a small laugh leaving your mouth.

“How about we shower?” he offers, his hand still on your back. “Clean you up.”

“I want…I want you to come too…” you say between harsh breaths, “Not fair that I—”

“Oh baby.” Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and laughs. “You think I wouldn’t come at the sight of you? You think my cock stayed good? Stayed pure? You think I didn’t explode in my pants watching you fuck my fingers? Watching you on all fours in this fucking outfit?”

You lift your head from him with a confused expression until a smirk plays at your lips.

“You came? Just watching me? Without touching yourself?”

Taehyung opens his eyes to gaze at you, his licks his lips and brings your hand to dip inside his pants. The feeling is wet and sticky and your eyes widen.

“You’re just too fucking sexy.” He admits with a dark chuckle, “Sometimes I allow myself to lose a little control, you know?”

Dear Lord, this man drives you fucking nuts. You lean in to find his lips…you don’t think you will ever get used to this. The feeling of his lips on yours…the feeling of this.

But something is off. You feel it deep within your bones. And nothing makes you more afraid.

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“W-What do you mean?” you feel your lip tremble. “What are you talking about?”

“This has gone on too long, y/n. I had to do something about it.” Ben’s lips are set in a firm line. “You are crossing too many boundaries.”

“Boundaries? I just told them we—”

“We what?” he snaps. “You blabbed and lied to the whole office.”

“L-Lied?” you feel your body get really warm, slowly filling with rage. “What are you talking about? Lied?”

“Saying we are in some sort of romantic relationship? How delusional are you?” he grits out, “So I was nice to you a few times, but you become so delirious and imagine we are in some sort of relationship?” he scoffs, “It’s truly sick.”

You pull your eyebrows together, completely confused and shocked at his words. What is he fucking saying? What is he going on about?

“I filed a complaint about you to HR. They will deal with this legally.”

“L-Legally?” You’re speechless. “What the fuck are you talking about Ben?” you glance towards his cracked open office door, you know at the volume you two are speaking at you can be heard.

“You told me you loved me!” you cry out. “You have fucked on this very desk!” you point at his office desk and look at him incredulously.

“Christ’s sake, y/n. I will call security.”

You feel tears bubble in your eyes and they begin streaming down your face.

“Ben? What is this about? Why are you doing this?”

“This is truly unprofessional.” He walks closer to you then leans down to whisper in your ear. “If I were you, I would just go.” Then leans away with a dark smirk on his face.

“Fuck you.” You spit out, “Go to fucking Hell.” You turn towards his office door and swing it open, walk through, and slamming it shut.

You wipe at your face, walking to your cubicle to gather your things. Layla stares at you from her seat and shakes her head disapprovingly.

“You’re so pathetic.” She snarls, “Making all this shit up.”

You whip your head in her direction, not believing your ears. Sure, you kept your relationship a secret for a while and maybe she has a hard time believing that but—

“Did you do all this because you were jealous?” Layal spits out, “That he would flirt with me? Did you want it to be you?”

“Layla—”

“Get out of here.”

You feel weak. Too weak to respond, too weak to defend yourself. You gather your things and make your way out of the buildings floor, to the elevators. You cry the entire way down to the ground floor. Not believing a thing that just happened to you. The man you have been with for over 6 moths just betrayed the fuck out of you, just embarrassed you in front of the entire office. He ruined you. You will never recover from this. How could you?

“So she…chose him over you?” Taehyung’s deep voice crawls all over your skin as he asks the question that depresses you further.

“I guess…” you bring a cracker to your lips, sticking it between them but not eating it. You stare blankly at the couch cushion beneath you, not entirely wanting to have this conversation.

“But you two were friends…” Taehyung scrunches his face in displeasure, he’s starting to get peeved, you can tell.

“It’s fine, Tae.” You finally open your mouth and take a bite of the cracker and swallow the dry food in one go. The crackers slowly making its way down your throat, a lump is formed and you reach towards the coffee table a gulp down some water.

“It’s not fine y/n.” he huffs out, “These people hurt you. Makes me wanna—”

“I said it’s fine.” You try again, setting the water back down. “It’s in the past.”

“Babe…” Taehyung’s hand finds yours, he wraps his fingers around yours tightly and strokes his thumb over your soft skin. “I know you don’t want to remember this…I understand. Talking about your past can be hard—”

“What about you?” you snap your head up, looking into his eyes with a somewhat hard stare. “Should we talk about your past?”

“I’m an open book, y/n.” he whispers softly, “You can ask me whatever and I will gladly tell you…” he squeezes your hand but you continue to stare at him coldly.

“What about Hana? In her eyes you guys are practically together.” You grit your teeth, “I kind of feel like the other woman here.” You admit. Taehyung’s eyes widen just slightly before they fill with something similar to guilt.

“But we weren’t together. And I doubt she is waiting for me all this time…”

“You claimed to be so in love with her Taehyung, and now you just aren’t?” you snap, making Taehyung flinch. His lips turn downwards as a frowns decorates his face, he then looks at you narrowing his eyes.

“Careful, y/n.” he warns. “I understand you’re feeling—”

“Oh? And how am I feeling?” you pull your hand away from his, setting it into your lap, joining your other hand.

“Insecure.” He says bluntly. “But it’s okay. I will say what I have to say to reassure you.”

“Oh? So you are just saying whatever you think will help me feel better? Whatever it takes, right?”

“y/n…” Taehyung can’t help but rolls his eyes. “Everything I say will be the truth. I would never…I will never lie to you.”

You stare at him with pinched brows, your breathing harsher than before. You grit your teeth in frustration and tear your eyes away from his.

“Sure, Taehyung. So what? You just suddenly don’t feel anything for her?”

Taehyung breathes in and out a few times, trying to gather his patience.

“A long time ago I asked you if it really seemed like a had feelings for her…everyone was right. I don’t. I just wanted to. I wanted something, someone…but now—”

“How do I know you just aren’t transferring those same feelings to me?”

“For fucks sake, woman.” Taehyung runs a hand down his face. “I am literally falling in love with you!”

Your eyes quickly dart across the room, you try to find something to focus on—anything but Taehyung.

“Look at me.” He demands of you. “Now.” And then you are feeling his fingers at your jaw as he softly guides you to face him. “I am going to make sure this works no matter what. And that will take a lot of fucking communication. So talk.”

“I…” your eyes finally find his, they’re like a pool of chocolate and you find yourself wanting to take a dip. “I don’t know if I am ready.” You breathe out, the admission making you feel small.

Taehyung gulps, his hands coming together to rest in his lap.

“Ready for what?” he asks, the nervousness evident in his voice.

“You.”

Taehyung’s hands are sweaty as he holds onto himself, bracing himself if you are to continue but you don’t. You stay silent as you search his eyes.

“Tae?”

Taehyung blinks at you, clearing his throat.

“I…” he begins, “I understand.”

“I do like you Taehyung.” You clarify before he can overthink. “I just—”

“I said I understand.” He reminds you softly. “And trust me, I know you like me, I would be blind to think you didn’t. I don’t play games y/n. I don’t want you to either. Be real with me, be honest.” He releases a shaky breath. “You’re still going through a lot, you probably don’t have closure…you probably have a lot to work out when you get back home.” He says quickly, “Love is the last thing on your mind—”

“That’s not true!” you cut in. “God, Taehyung you make me…you make me want to forget everything. You make me want to stay on this island with you for forever.”

Taehyung blinks at you again before he offers you a small smile.

“But that’s not real life y/n.” he looks down at his hands, “I want to experience real life with you.” He finds your eyes again, “And you aren’t ready for that.”

“I want to be.” Your eyes begin to wet with tears. “I really, really want to be.”

“I know baby.”

“Slow.” You scoot closer to him, “I still want to be in this. Just slow.” You say, not believing yourself. Your trauma isn’t your only problem here. It’s this whole damn company.

“You still want me?” Taehyung whispers softly and you begin to feel yourself melt into liquid, your body puddling on the couch.

“Tae…” you lean into his space, pecking his lips lightly. “Yes, of course.” You lean back and smile. “You mean so much to me…” you look down at his tense hands. You want to comfort him now. “You are such a light in my life.” You fingers cover his hands and your squeeze lightly. “I feel so strongly for you.” You admit. Hating yourself for being so drawn to him.

“Yeah?” he releases some of the tension in his body through a long, shaky breath.

“Yeah.”

“Then we have to communicate. I know it’s hard. But y/n, I am quite literally desperate to make this work.” He sighs, “I will do whatever it takes. And I just want to know if you will do the same.” His dark eyes pierce into yours and you find yourself being even more drawn to him, leaning closer and closer like he has you under some sort of spell.

“Yes, Taehyung. But…”

“She quit her job out of nowhere! Came back home? This isn’t damn suspicious to you honey?” Your moms voice is loud enough for you to hear from the living room.

“She said she has her reasons sweetheart. Let’s just trust her, be there for her.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with that boyfriend she had? You think they broke up?” you mother pries further, making your father roll his eyes.

“You think our daughter would move to another town just because of a break up?” he groans and you bite your bottom lip as you eavesdrop.

You hear your mother scoff, “Wouldn’t be that surprised. She’s known for running away when shit hits that fan.” She reminds your dad and you feel your eyes gloss over and the slight burn of your throat.

“Sweetheart…” you father warns, “Let’s just be there for her for now, she will come to us eventually.”

But will you? Even your father isn’t sure.

You feel the tightness in your chest only intensify as you recall your memories. Taehyung watches you with careful eyes as he thinks of your life and the things you’ve been through. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his chest, your head getting buried into his shoulder and he starts to soothingly rub your back.

“You can cry if you need to.” His voice is soft, softer than you have ever heard it. This only pushes you to listen to him…you cry. You cry just as hard as you did in the elevator that first day. He rubs circles into your back and whispers sweet words into your hair. You hate this. You feel pathetic. But somehow you feel yourself getting freed with every tear that drops and soaks into his t shirt. You finally…finally after all this time, for the first time, feel someone’s support. You feel someone understand you, believe you.

“Taehyung…” you cry into his shirt harder as that realization hits you. “Taehyung…”

He slams his eyes shut and inhales you. The scent of your shampoo filling his senses and he goes dizzy.

“I’m here baby. I’m here.”

But he won’t always be here, you think. Once he goes home why wouldn’t he just continue to live his normal life? Why wouldn’t Hana wait for him? He’s amazing. He’s absolutely the best thing that has happened to you in the last year. Why wouldn’t someone wait for him?

This only makes you cry harder. He pulls you into his lap and continues to stroke your back. He is terrified. He won’t say that out loud, but he is. He is falling for you harder and harder with every moment he spends with you, good or bad. He just wants to protect you, to be there for you, to make you safe and happy.

“y/n?” he leans back to get a look at your crying face, but you only shove your face deeper onto his shoulder, refusing to be seen right now.

“Will you look at me?” he softly pleads. “Please.”

You hesitate for a moment but finally lift your head, showing him your swollen eyes and puffy lips.

“Still think you are falling in love with me?” you joke pathetically and Taehyung smiles sadly.

“I think I already am.”

Month 8

It’s been 8 months…stuck on this island for 8 months. You know the day to return home is coming at any moment. The anticipation quite literally kills you. Every day that passes you want to believe that Taehyung’s feelings are real. You want to believe it so badly. But something deep within you, stops you. You have these heavy ass doubts that weigh you down.

Taehyung isn’t blind…of course he has noticed. He has known you for 8 months, you and only you so of course he has noticed—he knows you—he hates how well he knows you. Taehyung doesn’t give up though, he gives you space when you obviously need it and he is there for you when you also obviously need it. This makes you feel like a mess. Mostly just makes you feel as pathetic as you probably are.

You lay in bed with Taehyung snoozing next to you, his arm draped lazily around your hips. Did this company win? They forced you two together…and he probably only thinks he’s in love with you. You are the only one he knows…what other choice did he have? You blink back growing tears and huff out loudly.

“You okay?” you hear Taehyung whisper from beside you, startling you.

“Y-Yes.” You lie. “Just—”

“Just stressed? You have been really stressed the last month…” he awkwardly chuckles.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to distress I guess.” You awkwardly laugh back and he stays silent for a moment.

“I could think of a few ways…”

It’s been a while since the two of you had sex. Maybe a few weeks? You’ve just been so into your head that you just can’t get into it. But Taehyung’s touch sounds so warm and inviting right now.

“And…what are those ways?” you turn to lay on your side, inching closer to him.

“What ways will make you most comfortable?” Taehyung asks slowly and carefully. His hand reaches up to caress you cheek and you automatically lean into his touch for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Anything you can come up with Tae.” You breathe out, you words hitting his plush lips.

“I think I know how to relax you.” He tests the waters by leaning in to kiss you. The sigh of relief that pushes past his lips when you kiss him back is almost comical, almost sad.

“Come with me.” He says pulling away from you, only confusing you.

“W-Where?” you ask as he rises from the sheets and steps out onto the floor. You follow his lead though, leaving the bed to join him. He takes your hand and leads you out of the bedroom, walking you through the hallway until you reach another bedroom door. This room?!

“Tae…” you softly say his name and he squeezes your hand.

“Just trust me.” He opens the bedroom door and switches on the soft, low lighting.

You both walk through the room and he leads you in front of the bed.

“Undress.” He tells you, his voice a little lower than usual. “Now.”

You release a long breath before lifting your tank top of your head and shoving your shorts down your legs. You stand here in just a purple bralette and some black panties and Taehyung raises a brow at you.

“All the way.” He says, “All your clothes.”

He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits expectantly. His dark gaze making you feel nervous so suddenly.

“D-Don’t stare.” You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, the purple material dropping to the floor, exposing your breasts.

“Panties next.” He commands, licking his lips as he gazes at you.

“Taehyung.” You whine, feeling so exposed. Taehyung walks closer to you until he’s standing inches away, his hand reaches forward until his fingers are playing with the band of your underwear. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I said panties next.” Then he’s stepping away from you as he smirks.

You gulp, trying not to roll your eyes as you feel the sting on your hips from the panties being slapped against you.

“Yes Taehyung.” You listen, dragging the panties down one leg at a time, they pool at your ankles and you kick them away.

“Good job baby girl.” He says, turning around to walk towards one of the drawers. He rummages through it until he finds what he is looking for.

“Perfect.” He says, holding something small in his hands. You don’t know what it is specifically, but you have an idea considering you know what’s in that drawer.

“Taehyung.” You whine again and he keeps what’s in his hand hidden as he walks towards you. He sits on the edge of the bed, scotting back just a bit and spreading his legs.

“Sit between my legs.” He orders. “Facing the mirror.”

You raise a brow at him and he smiles. “Just trust me.” He says.

“Okay…” you walk forward and turn around, sitting on the bed and scooting between his legs until your bare back in flush against his chest.

“Take your shirt off…I want to feel your skin on my skin.” You quietly beg. Taehyung takes a moment to think before he’s nodding his head at you, his eyes catching yours in the mirror.

“Sure baby.” He lifts his shirt over his head and throws it off to the side and you lean back to feel his warn skin on your back.

You stare at him through the mirror, his breaths hitting the side of your neck and you begin to close your eyes. What does he have in mind?

“Spread your legs. Put your legs on either side of mine…bend your knees…just like that, yes.” Taehyung praises you as you do as he instructs. You watch in the mirror as Taehyung guides your legs apart, his eyes on your pussy in the mirror as you expose yourself to him.

“Perfect.” Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound. Your eyes shoot open and you catch his gaze.

“Tae…”

He shows you the small bullet vibrator to you in the mirror, his smile growing as he watches your eye lids get heavier. You nod your head to him, and roll it back until it hits his shoulder.

“Oh baby, you’re the one doing it, I’m just here for support.” He takes your hand and wraps your fingers around the small vibrator. You eye him in the mirror and breathe out roughly, you feel yourself getting wet at just the thought.

“I’m getting myself off?” your shaky voice makes Taehyung chuckle.

“That’s the idea.” He gestures for you to begin. “Go ahead.”

You lick your dry lips and stare at yourself in the mirror. You slowly bring the vibrator closer to your body, your eyes scan your body until you get the idea to start at top. You bring the vibrator and circle it around your left nipple. You sigh out when it first makes contact, the vibrations making your bud harden. Taehyung watches in amusement, he bites down on his plump bottom lip and moves his hips upwards.

You can feel his cock getting hard at the top of your ass cheeks, between your crack. He must like what he sees. You slowly glide the small vibrator down the valley of your breasts until its dragging down to your lower belly. You sigh out again, drawing pictures over your sensitive stomach. You then glide the vibrator to your inner thigh, moving it closer and closer to your dampening folds. You sigh out a little louder this time, making Taehyung gulp as he watches you.

You feel his hard cock twitch in his shorts, the thin material doing little to hide his raging erection.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers in your ear, his eyes never leaving yours now.

You finally take the vibrator and put it at your center…you start low. The toy at your hole until you slowly, very slowly drag it upwards…you press the button and raise the speed a setting. You swallow hard when you drag it even higher, and the buzzing toy finally meets your clit. You don’t intend for this—but the moan that leaves your mouth is long, and loud. You slowly close your eyes as you circle the vibrator over your bundle of nerves, pressing the button again and it begins to vibrate faster. You move your hips up and down, the feeling so fucking good that you cannot help the way you squirm between his legs.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” His hands go from your hips to your thighs and he squeezes them. You open your eyes and get a look at yourself first. Your expression is so fucked out as you continue to run the vibrator against your clit, the loud buzzing not doing much to drown out your moans. Then your eyes find his…his eyes are terrifyingly dark, filled with the most lust you can imagine. He heaving chest only pushes you to buck your hips harder onto the vibrator.

You press the button once more, the setting changing into a pulsing vibration and you cry out, pressing the button again, building the tension. Taehyung catches his bottom lip between his teeth again, he swears he can taste blood from how hard he is biting. You squirm harder between his legs, beginning to slide down his chest as you start to chase your high that is soon approaching. You are leaving a fucking mess…your inner thighs are drenched and you are leaving a big soak spot on the sheets from how dripping wet you are.

“You’re doing so good baby. Can I touch you?” Taehyung’s voice is deep and strained and you frantically nod your head yes.

You lean your head back on his shoulder again, your half lidded eyes watching as his hand moves closer to your pussy. He uses his other hand to spread your legs further apart and then his eyes bore into your pussy as his fingers dive into your neglected hole. He starts thrusting his fingers in and out as quickly as he can as you raise the speed on the vibrator. You clit is begging you to come. You watch Taehyung’s fingers fuck your hole in the mirror, his eyes focused on this as well. You whimper when you feel your orgasm coming to hit you like a fucking truck, it hits so hard. Taehyung’s free hand grabs a hold of your hand that holds the vibrator and pushes it down on your clit harder, making you see fucking stars as this orgasm washes over you with the most intense wave possible. You shake between his legs, squirming once more when you finish climaxing. But Taehyung keeps the vibrator on you and you cry out, loud and whiny.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze them tightly. “Taehyung!” you pant out.

“Come again.” He adds pressure on your clit, and raises the speed.

You feel the buzzing toy make you go into overdrive. Taehyungs fingers still thrusting in and out of you, curling inside your pussy making you overwhelmed. The toy works its magic though, making you feel a crash of waves, multiple waves drown you repeatedly. You ride them out, as he slows the vibrations down and his fingers leave your hole. You breathe out roughly, crying in pleasure.

“Good girl, good girl.” You lean back on Taehyung and shut your eyes, trying to even out your breathing.

After several long moments of composing yourself you begin to slowly turn in Taehyung’s lap, on your knees, facing him. His eyes stay on the mirror, they travel down your back until they land on your ass. His hands find their way to it, and squeezes it roughly. His eyes finally leave the mirror and meet your gaze.

“What is it baby?” one hand leaves your ass to caress your cheek, “What is it?”

“Will you fuck me? Right here?” you lower yourself onto his crotch, your dripping wet pussy leaking onto his shorts. You can feel how rock hard his is. How is he able to control himself this well?

“Is that what you want? Me?” He narrows his dark eyes at you and smirks.

“Yes.”

“Get on all fours.” He commands, lifting you off his body as he stands to take his shorts and briefs off. His member springs free and you have never seen it so angry, so swollen, so needy, so ready. You listen to what he says, getting on all fours, facing the mirror once more.

“I want you to be rough with me.” You say confidently. “Don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”

“Be careful what you wish for here babe.” Taehyung warns with amusement in his voice.

Taehyung gets on his knees on the bed and positions himself behind you, without much warning he quickly thrusts his cock into your hole. You gasp out, your body pushed forward from the force. Suddenly, he’s grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it up to lift your body to his. You are flush against his chest as he whispers in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want then?”

“Yes.” You moan out when you feel him starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. He yanks your head to the side and starts placing hot, wet kisses down your neck. One hand on your hip and the other crawls up your stomach, squeezes a tit and then is at you throat. He starts to lightly choke you as he thrusts harder and harder, his grip on your throat getting tighter as well.

“All mine.” He growls into your ear. He pushes your upper body down until you are on all fours again, his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he bites his lips. He begins rolling his hips into your pussy, fucking you deeper. You hear him groan, he watches you in the mirror the entire time as you roll your eyes back. Your loud moans, whiny and desperate.

“Please, harder!” you beg. Taehyung smirks at you…he raises a hand and it comes down on your ass. Then his hips slap into your ass cheeks with such force that you shake, his thrusts so fucking powerful. His skin slapping against your skin, the squelching sound of your pussy and both of your moans fill the room.

“Fuck, fuuuuuuck.” You scream out, his dick reaching so far into you, hitting your fucking g spot over and over.

Taehyung lifts you up again by the hair and once you are on your knees his cock leaves your hole and he pushes you to the mattress. He positions you so you are on your side facing the mirror once again, then he lays behind you and quickly inserts his member into your pussy again.

“Aaagghh.” You groan out when you feel him start to fuck into you, his cock doing wonders. His hand makes its way back to your throat as he starts to choke you again, he leans down until his mouth is latched onto yours and his tongue is down your throat.

You kiss him back with passion, your tongues tangling and dancing. Its wet and sloppy and god, you couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Taehyung slaps his hips into you, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he feels himself getting closer and closer. His hand creeps up your pussy and his fingers find your clit, he rubs on it so deliciously quick that you feel the tension begin to build uncontrollably.

“Faster, faster.” You chant and he grits his teeth in frustration. He’s about to blow, he wants you to come first though but god, if he goes faster he’s going to come all inside you.

“I’m so close Tae, faster!” you plead. He breathes out roughly as he thrusts into you quickly, his fingers pushing down harder on your clit. You feel your orgasm so fucking close, it’s about to explode.

“Fuuuucckk.” Taehyung whines, “I’m gonna come y/n.” he warns. “Where should i—”

“Inside me!” you beg, “Please, please. I need to feel you come inside me, I want all of your cum…” you continue to beg and he throws his head back as he fucks your harder.

His fingers don’t stop their assault on your clit and that is it. That is all you need because you are coming, creaming all over his aching cock. He finally still his hips and shoots his load inside you, painting your walls a milky white. His chest heaves as he holds on to you, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Let me stay inside you.” He doesn’t ask. He tells. You nod your head and look at him through the mirror.

“Taehyung.” You moan, “You feel so good inside me.”

“You absolutely feel amazing.” He assures you, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Always do.”

After a few moments, Taehyung begins to softly thrust into you again, pushing his cum even deeper within you with his long, thick length. You wince at the feeling but you meet him half way, shoving your ass further into him.

“Again?” you ask in a moan.

“Can’t get enough of you.” He admits between bated breaths.

His head falls on to your shoulder as he slowly fucks you again, his breathing is as unsteady as can be. He groans when he feels your ass push back, making him fuck you faster.

“Slow baby.” He warns, “Just want to enjoy being inside you.” He takes one of your legs and lifts it over his, “Deeper?” he asks.

“Yes, this is good.” You moan, “So good.” The slow drag of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots again has you melting.

He fucks you like this for a long while, your long, loud moans in competition with his groans and grunts. You swear you can die like this. His cock is sliding in and out of you so slowly and so accurately hitting your g spot that you clench around him so tightly causing him to slam his eyes shut and fuck you just a bit faster.

“Let’s come.” He orders and that is honestly what it takes for you. You feel your orgasm hit you and you ride it out as he comes inside you again, he whines when he finishes.

“God, you feel so amazing.” He whimpers out and you love the sound of him being the whiny one for once.

“You too babe.” You say, your eyes catching his in the mirror. His hand grips your waist and begins to turn you over in his embrace.

Taehyung smiles softly towards you and leans forward to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulls back just as quickly and smirks.

“feeling a little less stressed?”

You feel your heart pinch in your chest…right…your stress. You feel guilt bubble over but you try to smile for him anyway. “Yes babe.” You whisper. “Yes.”

~~~~~~

It’s late, you know that much. You and Taehyung are laid in bed in the master, he’s all snuggled up against you, his soft breaths hitting the side of your neck. You hate yourself. You hate all this overthinking.

The company won. They fucking won. You were never supposed to fall for this, fall for him. Not actually, no, not really. But in pretend, yes. But now they won for real.

You feel lost right now. You briefly felt amazing, but now your overthinking has taken over and now you are left feeling anxious. And you have your biggest fear. Does Taehyung only think he’s in love with you? This company forced you two to be together, to “fall in love” and of course, after spending everyday with you he might think he feels something. That scares you, because it could be true. Your heart just breaks into pieces thinking about it. How do you know that the reason you have feelings for Taehyung isn’t because this company tricked you into it and it’s not real? That thought breaks your heart into even more pieces.

You lay here, your breaking heart pounding in your chest. You could cry. Well, of course you could fucking cry—it’s you. But you could really cry. The type of cry session where you release heart wrenching sobs that break your body.

“Why are you awake?” Taehyung’s voice has you jumping in place. He knits his brows together, concern is laced in his voice.

“Can’t sleep.” you reply plainly. Taehyung smiles, pinching your arm.

“Too happy?” he asks.

You can’t do this. Your bottom lip begins to tremble and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Taehyung’s smile fades as the seconds tick by.

“What’s wrong?” he rushes, his hand gripping your arm gently.

You can’t do this. Your eyes start glossing over and you try your hardest to blink back any building tears. Taehyung rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying his best to soothe you.

“y/n, talk to me.” His eyes are wide and round and beautiful.

“Please talk to me, please.” He begs. Yes, Taehyung fucking begs. The tone of his voice is soft and low and pleading. And this just pushes your tears further. Taehyung pulls you into his chest as you begin crying. Those heart wrenching sobs that break your body.

“It’s okay baby, shh, shh.” He pats your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“I’m here. You’re just…you’re just overwhelmed, that’s all.” He tries to reason for you. You just cry even harder. Taehyung clears his throat, “Yeah, just overwhelmed.” It sounds like he is convincing himself rather than you.

“Tae…” You cry out softly, trying to calm your tears. When you are able to form coherent sentences you lean back from him and look into his eyes.

“We should talk.” You whisper, for once in your life handling some confrontation.

“No.” Taehyung says, surprising you. “We can-we can talk tomorrow.” You can see the hurt in his eyes. He knows. He knows where this conversation is headed. Because of fucking course he would know, his mind has had to wander there too. Because it’s your reality. “Let’s-let’s just sleep.” And he pulls you in his arms again but you pull away. He looks pained by your action. Your heart drops.

“No Tae—”

“Please.” You both just stare at each other. Silence lingers in the air at your lack of response. Then you are scooting closer to his warm body, wrapping an arm over his chest, you hear him sigh in relief. He then holds you the tightest he has ever held you. His breaths are shaky and you want to cry again. But you don’t.

“I love you.” You barely hear him from how softly he whispers it. But you do hear him and it makes you want to bawl. But once again, you don’t.

You exhale deeply into his chest and close your eyes. You love him too. But you don’t say it. You let the silence swallow you both whole and you swear you can feel his body tremble for a moment and him sniffling above your head.

“Goodnight Taehyung.” And off to sleep you go, no matter how broken you feel.

~~~~~~~~

“Good morning sunshine!” Taehyung is bouncing on the bed slightly as he hovers over you. His smile is big and bright like a kid who just received candy. You want to smile but your heart is heavy. Why is he so happy?

“I made breakfast! Pancakes, your favorite…although I don’t make them as good as you,” He looks all over the room as he speaks, “But I have to say, they’re pretty damn good. I had to test try them of course, make sure they’re safe to eat.” He laughs at himself. “Why don’t you wash up? Then come downstairs.” He smiles at you, his bright eyes shining down at you.

Why is he acting like last night didn’t happen? Well, he’s acting like the good parts of last night happened but not the rest of the night.

“y/n?” he looks down at you, big puppy dog eyes.

“Huh?” You blink up at him.

“Come on!” then he leans down and kisses you on the lips. It’s quick, really quick. But it happens. He lifts himself back up, he nervously nibbles on his bottom lip and his eyes slide to the door. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Then he’s jumping out of bed and making his way out of the room.

What the fuck is happening? Why is he pretending you two aren’t necessarily in the best place right now? Like, you don’t have to have a serious conversation? But your confidence to confront him has wavered quite a bit, and you hate yourself for being so weak. You knew you should of done it last night but you let him win. You just couldn’t stand the sight of him being so sad. Today he is super happy! Fake happy. He’s forcing himself and it breaks your heart. Jesus fucking Christ. But his fake smile is better than his real frown.

You force yourself out of bed and drag your feet across the room to the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth but you really need a shower. Especially after last night, you are sure you smell like sweat and sex. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. He smelled clean. He smelled like soap and his musk, an intoxicating combination. After you’re through with the bathroom you make your way downstairs, the house smells like bacon and you groan at how good it smells.

“Hi.” Taehyung chirps, his smile grows as you walk closer.

“Hi,” You reply slowly, walking up to the dining table. Taehyung slides a plate of pancakes over to the spot in front of him.

“For you.”

The plate has 2 pancakes with strawberry slices covering the top and scrambled eggs and bacon on the side.

“Syrup.” He offers, sliding that across too.

“You didn’t have to…” You mumble under your breath. Taehyung continues smiling brightly at you, grabbing his fork and knife ready to dig into his own food. He really waited for you.

You walk closer to the table, your eyes downcast as you find your seat.

“Thanks…” You whisper. You look down at your food but how can you fucking eat? Your heart is in pain right now, you are in pain right now. You were tricked into these feelings, feelings you are not even sure are real. And he’s looking like the fucking sun right now.

“Aren’t cha gonna eat?” he says, mouth full. Good thing you speak mouth full Taehyung, or else you wouldn’t have understood that.

“Not that hungry.” you admit, not looking at him.

“Come on baby,�� his tone is less happily forced and instead softer. “Please eat.” He sets his fork down, you can feel his eyes on you.

“Fine.” you give in quickly, not wanting to worry him. You hear him say ‘good’ in the most chipper voice and it makes you nauseas.

You eat slowly, mostly just picking at your food. You never look up from your plate, but you can feel Taehyung’s gaze, you can sense how worried he is. You know him. You don’t need to look at him to know.

“I was thinking we could paint today.” He says, breaking the silence. He stuffs some bacon into his mouth, chewing loudly. “Whaddya think?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Taehyung…” You begin to speak but he cuts you off.

“Great!” the sound of the chair screeching across the floor startles you, you look up from your food to see Taehyung standing, his bright smile even brighter. Yup, just like the fucking sun.

“I’ll clean up, you’re done right?” you only nod. “Why don’t you go to the art room and start setting up. I’ll be there in a minute.” He shines so brightly, you are forced to look away. You nod again.

You stand from your chair and walk towards the entry way into the hall but before you can get too far away you hear Taehyung at the sink cursing under his breath. Your heart drops. You turn around and peak into the kitchen to see him standing there, his hands at the kitchen sink with his head low.

“Fuck.” You hear the pain in his voice and you scurry off to the art room, not able to handle this right now.

After several minutes of setting up yours and Taehyung’s easel’s and placing down the paper, you search for what colors you want to use. Maybe sticking with blues since blue is how you fucking feel. You are grabbing for a few when you hear Taehyung enter the room. You turn to face him.

“Hi.” He says with that chipper tone but his eyes are glossy. Had he been crying? Fuck, you can’t handle this.

“Taehyung…” you start again, determined to confront this situation. But he cuts you off again with a pained smile.

“Thanks for setting up for me babe.” He ruffles your hair, like he just needed to touch you in some shape or form.

“R-right.”

You two paint in silence. Complete fucking silence. The tension in the room is absolutely suffocating, it’s hitting you in strong waves, pushing you around, drowning you. You can’t take this anymore, You have to say something.

“Taehyung—”

“Wanna know when I knew that I was in love with you?” He speaks up, his voice not laced in that fake joy. His eyes are focused on the painting in front of him, his fingers wrapped around the brush as he strokes the paper in beautiful color. You frown, not really wanting to know.

“Taehyung—”

“I fell in love with you when you made me realize I could be loved. Really loved.” He dips the brush into a cup of water, wiping it clean on the edge of the cup. “That I could love too.” He adds, still not looking at you, only focusing on his work.

“…Taehyung.” You just sound sad, the tone of your voice is depressing.

“You made me realize I don’t have to force any feelings…they could just be.” He pauses his hand before his paint brush is hitting the paper. “And I thought, ‘wait why do I feel this way?’” he lowers his head, chuckling to himself. “Then it was so fucking obvious.” He continues his work on the paper, dabbing the green paint in different spots.

You are left stunned. Speechless. Completely silenced. He just sits there, not even sparing you a glance as he paints his work of art. Like he didn’t just confess something so utterly beautiful to you. He must really think he loves you and it crushes you that he probably does not. You can’t let this go on any longer. He paints in green but you are about to turn his whole world blue.

“Your feelings aren’t real Taehyung.” you say in one breath. He stills his hand for a moment then continues to paint. “Don’t you see we’ve been tricked into these, these ‘feelings’” you use your fingers to quote the word for emphasis. “You just think you love me but you probably don’t. You’ve just spent enough time with me that you think you love me. You have no one else to love, why not me?” You see his body go tense and he stops his hand from painting. He lowers it and sets the brush down and turns in his seat to face you.

“How fucking dare you?” he grits out, his teeth are clenched and his eyes are narrowed. You jump at his exclamation.

“How fucking dare you try and tell me how genuine my feelings are?” He’s angry. His fists are balled up and his knuckles are turning white. So yeah, angry.

“Tae—”

“No! you let me fucking speak.” He grits again, “If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” He’s shaking. His voice is loud and booming and it startles you.

“Please just listen to me—”

“No you listen.” He stands up from the chair and walks toward you, “Why are you doing this, huh? Things were so perfect.” He stops in front of you and pulls you up by the arms. Your chests almost touch from how close you are. “Unless…” he looks down at his feet, “You’re saying all of this because that’s how you feel. You’re the one unsure of your feelings. You’re the one who only likes me—loves me—because there’s no one else.” He looks into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Maybe.” You finally say. And you wish you didn’t because Taehyung releases a shaky breath and his brows crease together as he forms the saddest smile you have ever seen. The canvas of his life is full of beautiful bright colors but you continue to splatter blue and grey paint all over it. The paint mixes together and drips down, a gloomy mess.

“Oh.” He steps back. “I see.” He takes another step back, carding his fingers through his hair. He looks into your eyes as his gloss over, “I’ll leave you alone then.” And he turns around and walks out of the room, leaving you behind. And being left behind is probably what you deserve. Your heart has fucking shattered. You don’t want him to leave you alone. You don’t want him to leave. You want this to be real, you want this to be real so fucking bad. But how can you be sure that it is? And of course cry baby y/n makes her appearance because you are back on your chair, letting a stream of tears fall down your cheeks. You cry. And cry. Loudly. You know Taehyung hears it but he does as he says—he leaves you alone. Just as you fucking deserve. Your body is shaking from your sobs and you enter a full on panic attack. Your breathing picks up and your chest tightens and you feel like you are being choked. Like someone wants you dead.

“If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” His words echo in your mind. Right. He’s asking you to trust him. You want to…but you are now just debating on trusting yourself. You want to believe your feelings are real. You still believe the company tricked you both, they could of grabbed any two strangers and they would probably “fall in love” with given time. But thinking that feels wrong because your relationship with Taehyung is deeper than that. You know that. He…is your best friend. And you…you…

You wipe at your face as fresh tears slide down the warmth of your cheek. Your throat burns as you choke on a sob. You have fallen in love with him. Genuinely. And you have to trust your feelings. You have to trust his feelings. But it is so, so hard.

The rest of the day drags on slowly, you hole up in your room until night time finally approaches. You have cried enough today for the next 5 years. Your eyes are swollen and so, so puffy. You look at yourself in your bathroom mirror, and wince at the sight. You look rough, you won’t lie. You finally decide it’s time to try to sleep.

You slip between the sheets and slide down far into them, letting the soft material hug you closely. You’ll be sleeping without Taehyung tonight and the thought makes you feel oh so lonely. You close your eyes and think of him. You can’t help but chuckle when you recall meeting him at first…you thought he was some closed off asshole. He even made a big deal that he would not fall in love with you. Then your smile fades…you recall the first time you cuddled with him, first time you saw him naked, first time you kissed him…you think of the first time he was inside you…his long, beautiful fingers. You think of the first time he was really inside you.

You start to feel so lonely and lost without him. But sleep finally starts to take over, your limbs feeling heavy, your eyes refusing to stay open. You know you two will have to really talk this out. There’s still so much you have to discuss because you are just so confused and unsure at the moment, but you have a feeling Taehyung will somehow make you feel okay. Finally, after a long day…the world goes dark and you’re asleep.

The sun is shining extra brightly this morning…your dark drapes doing little to cover the offending light like it usually does. You keep your eyes closed though, not wanting to get up quite yet. Your mind automatically goes to Taehyung again…you wish you were feeling yourself wrapped up in his arms this morning much like other mornings. You wish you could feel his breaths fanning against your neck, you wish you could feel his limbs draped over your own.

You start to feel that familiar heartbreak…you really, like really need to talk to him. Maybe he can sort out your messy, mushy brain, maybe he has the answers. Or maybe you just want to see him. Even if you are feeling as uneasy as you are. You just want to make sure he is okay.

You finally begin to open your eyes, one lid at a time. The sun making the room glow in whites and yellows. You start to sit up and rub the sleep that crusts your eyes and soak in your surroundings.

That’s exactly when you feel the panic set in. This isn’t your bedroom. This is a small bed, there’s none of Taehyung’s painting on the walls and your sheets in your bed are much softer. Then it hits you. You do recognize this room. It’s your room at your parents’ house. You start to sit up straighter, your entire body shaking. Your hands tremble as you pull the blanket on the bed back and try to stand from the bed. But your knees are weak, your legs shaking. You feel like someone has drained all the energy from your body as you stand here, you are sure you are as pale as a ghost. Your mouth is agape and your eyes wide. You slowly look around the room, there’s things in here that weren’t before…like this place has become a place for storage.

You hear fainting humming coming from the other side of the house, your head whips up in that direction and you recognize that voice. Mom? You blink repeatedly, not believing your ears. You slowly take a few steps forward toward the door and slowly reach for the knob, your weak, trembling hand trying to twist it so you can open the door. Once the door is opened you smell bacon…but unlike yesterday the smell of bacon is making you nauseas. You walk with shaky legs, small steps at a time as you walk through the hallway to make your way to the kitchen. The humming more clear and becoming louder the closer you get.

You finally walk into the kitchen and see your mothers back, she is at the stove cooking. Your breathing is sharp as you stare at her and you feel yourself become dizzy and lightheaded.

“Mom?” you stutter out quietly. Your mother freezes her actions at the stove. She slowly turns around and once she spots you she drops the tongs she was holding on the tiled floor. She is maybe even paler than you, she looks like she legitimately saw a ghost.

“y-y/n?”

“Hey what happened, I thought I heard you drop some—” your father is cut off when he walks in from the living room as he sees you. He blinks at you over and over until his eyes are wet with tears and he’s rushing to hug you.

You are in a state of shock that you don’t process that your mother has also finally raced over to hug you as well. Your parents embracing you tightly as they sob.

What’s happening? Why are you here? Where’s Taehyung?

It’s been two weeks and fuck. He has no way of contacting you. You don’t have any social media and you two never exchanged numbers…the only way for you to talk to him is if you reach out. And you…you aren’t sure you want to just yet. You’re sure he’s settling back into life just like you are, you don’t want to intrude. He has family, he has friends. You’re sure he hasn’t even thought about you yet…you’re sure he’s doing okay.

It’s been two weeks and you have mostly been in and out of intelligence offices for your country. You have had to describe the island over and over to strangers, they have been on the search for you for the last 8 months. Your parents were starting to give up. The love company kept them updated on your island life though, sending them pictures of you and Taehyung during your 8 month stay. You are creeped out all over again.

You’re sure Taehyung is going through something similar in Korea. Time keeps passing and every day you lose the spark and motivation to reach out to him. You stalk his social media but he has not posted anything until finally, 2 months into your real lives again you see he has posted a picture of him and his friends. He looks happy. And that’s how you let a total of 6 months pass you by without reaching out to Taehyung. 6 months without the man you without a doubt love. 6 months of absolute loneliness, even when you are surrounded by people. 6 months and you are sure he has probably moved on. But you have not. Even with these last 6 months…Taehyung is all you can think about. 6 fucking months.

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The Worst Planet in the Universe

The “humans are weird/earth is space Australia” stories that are quite famous here usually have aliens reacting to how they think humanity or Earth is really strange and bizarre. So, I got an idea: what if people could react not to Earth, but to one of the singular worst planets in all of science fiction? Here, we have some of the characters of the Magnificent Scoundrels reacting to the planet of Krieg and its infamous Death Korps from Warhammer 40k.

Death Korps is pronounced “death core” not “death corpse.” Jeicher is pronounced the German way, as “yay-cur”, not “jai-cher.”

“In life, war. In death, peace. In life, suffering. In death, atonement.” -Final litany of the Litany of Sacrifice, recited by the Guardsmen of the Death Korps of Krieg when entering battle

The shuttle slipped through the dead and polluted atmosphere, shields raised to their fullest capacity to avoid the boiling streaks of orange lightning. The occupants of the shuttle stared warily out the window, still nervous even though their craft was in the hands of some of the best pilots in the universe.

“I still don’t understand why we’re here,” said Commissar Cain from a strapped-in seat in the shuttle’s rear.

“Well, we’re visiting planets from each other’s galaxies,” replied Admiral Vir from the cockpit as he and Solo desperately tried to avoid the lighting.

“Yeah, I know that,” snapped back Cain. “What I don’t understand is why we’re here. Out of all the planets in the galaxy, you pick this one.”

“You wanted to know more about populous Imperial Guard regiment homeworlds, and you said Krieg sounded like an interesting name,” muttered Solo as a particularly large blast lit up the cockpit window. “Starting to regret that now?”

“I most certainly am!” screamed Dr. Kril from inside the heavy clear plastic compartment designed to hold him when accompanying Vir off the Omen. “And I thought Earth was a death world!”

“Radiation levels are approaching 3,700 roentgan,” said Vir, crisply reading off the cockpit instruments.

“We’re all gonna die,” wailed Kril.

The shuttle’s communication system crackled to life, and a dry, toneless voice sounded over it.

“Shuttle B-77401, you are clear of the storm in twenty seconds. Please proceed to landing pad RT-556 at coordinates 66579. Radiation levels on ground are currently 1,500 roentgan.”

“I remember reading up on your horrible human disasters, and that’s the level of radiation the Chernobyl disaster had right next to the plant as the fires were still going!” screeched Kril. “I will not be stepping foot on this planet! If you have a death wish, that's fine with me, but I won’t be leaving the shuttle!” He crossed his arms and sat against the container wall. Vir and Solo didn’t have time to respond.

“Breaking storm now.” The lightning and horrible, swirling grey clouds cleared, only to reveal a scene of utter devastation. The land below was an endless expanse of grey and brown. Entire swaths of earth were covered with grey dust. Other areas were endless seas of irradiated mud, with ancient and rusted barbed wire, empty concrete bunkers, and long abandoned and corroded gun emplacements sticking out from the infinite brown. A few ossified trees, long dead, peeked up in places, the only signs of life, or what was once life, on the planet.

“What happened here?” murmured Vir.

“A tale of tragedy, and betrayal,” replied Cain softly. “Once upon a time, some 1,500 years ago, Krieg was a massive city world. The ruling oligarchy decided to turn their backs on the Emperor and rebel against the Imperium of Man. The commander of the loyalist Guard forces decided that if the Imperium couldn’t have the planet, no one would. But despite the unleashing of a stash of Dark Age nuclear weapons, the people of Krieg survived, and loyalist fought traitor in a five hundred year long war in the trenches of the wastes.” The shuttle was silent, imagining how horrible such a war would be. This singular civil war, on this singular planet, eclipsed even the most horrible of fights from most of their home galaxies. “Eventually, the loyalists won, and rejoined the Imperium. Ever since, the people of Krieg have fought in the deadliest of Imperial warzones to repent for their ancient betrayal.”

“Wait, wait, wait. There are people that live here? This isn’t just a military base?” asked an incredulous Solo.

“Yes,” replied Cain. “They live in massive underground cities, safely shielded from the worst of the radiation aboveground.”

“My god… there aren’t really words to describe that,” said Vir.

“Shuttle B-77401, you are cleared for landing,” came the voice of the controller. “Please wear radiation-proof suits. Commissar Jeicher will be present along with an honor guard to escort you.” The brown of mud gave way to a large, circular landing pad sunk into Krieg’s dead earth. The pad led to a set of stairs, travelling down into a set of heavy, sealed double doors, leading even further down into the ruined planet’s crust. On the pad were two figures, clad in greatcoats and gasmasks, flanked by a double line of soldiers. Vir and Solo set the shuttle down.

In the back, Cain had already pulled the hood of a radiation-proof bodysuit over his head, and attached an anachronistic looking gasmask. Over this, he donned an old and tattered Commissarial cap and greatcoat. Vir and Solo also donned much more modern-looking gas masks over their bodysuits, and went to the shuttle’s rear as Kril screeched about the dangers of radiation. With the quick press of a button, they activated the airlock and stepped onto the surface of the ruined planet.

Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance as they stepped down the shuttle ramp and came face to face with what they presumed to be Commissar Jeicher. He was wearing the same outfit as Cain, a Commissar’s cap and greatcoat covering his bodysuit and gas mask. Behind him was a double rank of soldiers, wearing grey greatcoats and gas masks, clutching their las rifles in the ‘present arms’ position. Next to Jeicher stood another figure, hands clasped neatly behind their back. This one was dressed in much fancier boots, and wore a cuirassier’s breastplate. A brown greatcoat was draped over the figure's shoulders, and Vir assumed it to be an officer. Jeicher reached out to shake each of the trio’s hands in turn.

“Admiral Vir. Captain Solo. Commissar Cain. A pleasure to have you on Krieg. I am Commissar Jeicher, and this is Captain Kust,” he said, pointing to the officer behind him. Kust offered a single, curt nod. “You wished to have a tour of the planet, and to see it’s capacity for making war. I can assure you, gentlemen, that Krieg is one of the finest planets in the Imperium in that regard. I trust you will not be disappointed.” As he said this, Jeicher led them down the path leading away from the shuttle and towards the underground tunnels. As they walked, a series of flashes lit up the horizon, followed by the booming of thunder. Jeicher raised a gloved hand and gestured in the general direction of the noise.

“About twenty kilometers in that direction, we have the artillery and live-fire drills of the soon to be 712th Death Korps Regiment. It is the be the newest regiment coming into Imperial service, and the thirtieth Death Korps regiment raised this month. They will soon be shipping out to Warzone Viclius in the Segmentum Pacificus to break a massive ork siege of the Viclius sector.” They reached the end of the twin lines of troopers.

“Right shoulder, arms!” yelled Kust, her voice (Vir could tell it was a ‘her’ underneath the mask now) managing to carry through both her mask and Krieg’s stormy atmosphere. “Left face!” The Korpsmen spun to face the heavy blast doors in perfect synchronicity. Jeicher inputted some sort of code, and, with a great creaking and grinding of metal, the doors slid open. “Forward, march!”

The group, followed by the honour guard, stepped into a large white room. As the doors closed behind them, various nozzles sprayed radiation-retardant foam onto them. The airlock process completed, the heavy set of double doors in front of them opened. Despite the decontamination, no one took their masks off.

The halls were quite familiar to Vir, but unlike anything he’d seen as a civilization. They were long, emotionless white and grey concrete bunker systems, lit by cheap yellow bulbs that still allowed him to see perfectly well. Endless, emotionless bunker halls. It saddened him. What a terrible way to live and grow up.

Through the long walkways, they passed seemingly thousands of Korpsmen, all wearing grey greatcoats, and staring from behind emotionless gas masks. They all blurred into one, and Vir was grateful that at least Jeicher, Kust, and their honor guard he could pick out from the crowd.

They reached another large double blast door, and the two Korpsmen standing guard outside snapped to attention. The group walked through, only for the three offworlders to stop short. The entire left half of the hallway was a massive clear window. Far beneath them, a full division of Death Korps Guardsmen marched through an utterly massive, hangar-sized underground hallway. It was an endless tide of grey coats and gas masks, the thud of their boots echoing up even past the glass of the observation deck. Tanks rolled past, along with smaller, two legged armored walkers.

“That’s the 122nd Siege Army. Newly formed. They’re shipping out to the southern part of Segmentum Ultima today,” said Jeicher. He made another motion, and the group, still followed by Kust and her honor guard, left the observation room.

They walked through more hallways, still stark and emotionless, until they got to another double door. This area of tunnels and bunkers seemed to have more Korpsmen around. Officers, wearing their higher, more polished boots and cuirassiers’ breastplates. The double doors opened, revealing a much more polished and refined room, made mostly out of metal. Computers clung to the walls, and workstations were filled with Death Korps soldiers, red-robed cybernetic tech-priests, and unmasked commissars.

“This is the central command room of this section of Krieg’s underground cities,” said Jeicher, continuing the tour. “All the regiments and supplies that are raised and produced in section Alpha-Gamma-551 are tracked here. As you can see, we have more than enough to outfit the two regiments this sector is raising.” They went through the room, through another series of hallways, and down multiple sets of solid but plain corrugated steel stairs.

“Here we have the underground munitions factories of Krieg,” said Jeicher, gesturing through another glass panel on an observation deck. This time, the windows led onto an utterly massive factory floor. Conveyor belts led to unknown machines, and churned out endless numbers of what seemed to be artillery shells. “As you can see, everything is completely on schedule.” Vir noticed workers, all wearing heavy grey suits and gas masks below. Some of them seemed to be… off, and it took a moment for him to realize precisely why.

“Wait a minute… are those children?” he wheeled around and demanded at Jeicher. He was met with the empty lenses of a gas mask.

“Yes,” replied Jeicher. “I do realize that many off-worlders not of the Munitorum or Mechanicus find the practice… distasteful, but-”

“Distasteful doesn’t even begin to cover it. More like abhorrent,” snarled Vir.

“If you cannot fight, you must serve,” intoned Kust. “All infertile males serve in the Death Korps. Most fertile males and infertile females serve in the Death Korps. Most fertile females and some fertile males serve in the munitions factories. Children cannot go to waste,” she finished, rattling off the practices of Krieg in a completely toneless voice. Vir looked like he was about to explode. Cain put a hand on his shoulder, and nodded towards the honor guard and their las guns. Noticing the mood in the room, Jeicher went on.

“I think it’s best if we go on,” he said. The group followed him through another set of hallways, and when Kust was out of earshot, Jeicher spoke to the trio of newcomers.

“Please don’t antagonize the Kriegers,” he said. “That’s why they have commissars, actually. To ease the transition between them and any allied forces.” “They deserve to die,” hissed Vir, still shaking with rage. Jeicher gave a mirthless laugh.

“Oh, they do. Their entire purpose, their entire existence, is to die in the Emperor’s wars. They want this.”

“Why?” asked Solo. “Why would anyone want this?”

“They are driven by one of the most powerful motivators in the world. Not anger, not love, not faith, but shame. Shame of their ancient rebellion. In the Emperor’s service, the Death Korps will pay any price.”

The group reached another viewing balcony. This one overlooked a much smaller room, where a group of children in grey overcoats drilled with small las carbines. Vir clenched his fist in rage, but said nothing.

“Present arms!” yelled an adult and fully uniformed drill sergeant from behind his gas mask. The children held out their weapons in front of them, many with as much or even more precision than Vir had seen of new GA marine recruits. Most of them looked to be no older than six or seven, making the workers in the factory even younger…

No. He did not want to think about that.

The drill instructor moved along the line of recruits (or children, if you were fortunate enough to not be raised in a post-apocalyptic militaristic hellhole, thought Vir.) The instructor spun and glared at one of the cadets.

“P-44271930,” he stated.

“Yes, sir!” replied the cadet, with the enthusiasm of a fresh recruit.

“What is your duty, P-44271930?” asked the instructor.

“To serve the Emperor’s will,” replied the cadet.

“And what is the Emperor’s will?” queried the instructor.

“That we fight and die!” Vir clenched down so hard he crushed the balcony bar in the viewing room.

“What is death?” asked the instructor.

“It is our duty!” replied the cadet. The instructor nodded.

“Very good, P-44271930.” He took a step back. “Right shoulder, arms!” Vir looked at Jeicher.

“They’re calling them by their serial numbers at that young of an age?” he asked, still fuming. Jeicher inwardly cringed. He suspected the esteemed Admiral would not like what came next.

“They don’t have names,” said Kust, with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

“What?” asked Vir, in a ‘please, do try my patience’ tone.

“None of us have names,” replied Kust.

“You have a name,” pointed out Vir.

“You only get a name if you survive long enough to become an officer,” replied Kust.

“Really?” Vir wheeled around to face the leader of the honor guard. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“YH-5577933,” replied the man, in a completely emotionless voice. Vir threw his hands in the air, completely done.

“Fine.” He nodded at Jeicher. “Continue the tour,” he snapped. Jeicher nodded, and motioned them on. I have to get off this place as soon as possible, thought Vir. This is… beyond anything I thought possible.

I hope you enjoyed it. I find Krieg and the Death Korps are one of the most interesting groups in science fiction. Motivated by shame, they represent the worst humanity could ever become. However, they are utter badasses in battle. If you aren’t afraid to die, you can pull of some pretty heroic things. If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, concerns, requests, or want me to continue this story, please tell me! Have a great day!

It should be noted, of course, I do not own any of these characters. Vir and Kril belong to starr-fall-knight-rise, Cain belongs to Games Workshop, and Solo belongs to Disney.

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