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prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 3. (read 1, 2)
tags: dubcon
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The Christmas party presents a whole new challenge in trying to ward Johnny off.
It’s hard because at first you almost gravitate towards him, weirdly enchanted by his ugly sweater with red reindeer on the sleeves. It’s only when he finally spots you—and you shudder when you notice the way his eyes scan across the crowd of other employees, seeking you out—and he practically lights up that you snap back to reality.
He blazes a path towards you like a heat seeking missile, dodging around your other coworkers. You stand there awkwardly as he cuts across the room, wondering if maybe you should’ve just texted your manager some excuse about feeling sick and stayed home. Too late now though.
Fortunately for you, the assistant manager intercepts before Johnny’s able to make it halfway across the room, stepping between the two of you like they don’t even realize they’ve interrupted anything. There’s a split second where you can see Johnny wrestle with the urge to push them aside, fury clear in his eyes. Maybe only to you. The assistant manager opens their mouth and talks like nothing’s amiss, like it isn’t clear that Johnny is only a handful of seconds away from causing serious harm.
Then it passes; recedes into the dark. Johnny’s blue eyes go pellucid again, unbothered by the real world. The smile that spreads across his face seems sincere; if you hadn’t been watching him that entire time, you might not have even thought that he’d harboured any violence inside of him.
You saw it though. You saw it.
It makes sense in the context of his background. You’d never given the ex-military thing much thought, but every so often you can almost feel the ghost of its presence in the back of your mind. When his reflexes kick in or the gleam in his eyes grows dark. He doesn’t ever talk about his past life in specifics, only grand overtures meant to distract anyone listening, but what he does reveal sometimes makes your stomach clench.
You swallow and turn back to the conversation with your other coworkers, steadfastly avoiding Johnny’s eyes peeking over the assistant manager’s head.
The breakroom is decked out in cheap Christmas decorations, a fiber-optic tree set up in the corner, iridescent bristles shifting colours with every blink. Someone passes you a vaguely alcoholic drink and you sip at it nervously, reaching the bottom of your first cup faster than you anticipated.
Your secret Santa gift is on a table just outside the breakroom in the hall, along with all the other gifts. Something about it draws your eyes several times throughout the evening. Maybe something you saw but didn’t register. It’s hard to keep focused on the conversation happening around you when your attention oscillates between Johnny and the gift table, but you respond hastily when someone prompts you to answer.
It comes to light when someone clinks a spoon against their glass and directs everyone to gather in the middle of the room. Two of the warehouse guys awkwardly try to bring the table into the room without knocking any of the gifts onto the floor. There are a few casualties, but when they manage to twist it enough to get it through the door, someone pulls up a chair to stand on and read off all of the names to hand out the gifts.
Several people coo when you’re revealed as the recipient of Johnny’s gift. There’s no reason for it to come as a shock, but your stomach clenches anyway.
He stands practically right up against you when you open it. You know the second you unwrap it that the delicate bottle of perfume in your hands must have been in the three figures. All you did was get someone a handmade mug from a local craft fair. He stares at you when you unwrap it, beaming when you give him a very controlled thank you because the alternative is screaming that this is way too expensive for you to keep.
“Ye should put it on,” he tells you, breathing just a little heavier. “Really want ta smell it on ye.”
You don’t know what possesses you to give it a spritz on your wrist, letting him guide your hand to dab it against the base of your throat. It’s intimate enough that his eyes follow the movement of your throat when you swallow, mouth going dry. They drag up to your lips when they part, a hesitant thanks hanging off your tongue.
“Jesus Christ, get a room already,” someone near you murmurs, but it doesn’t take long for their attention to slip off you as the next gift recipient is announced. Not Johnny though.
Your mouth snaps shut.
He hovers at your back for the rest of the gift handouts, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him. You flinch at his bitten off groans whenever you so much as fidget, rubbing against him. Shaking him off seems like a hopeless task until someone asks if you have a lozenge, giving you an excuse to take them to your locker.
You can feel him stalking you like a shark around the breakroom when you chat with some of your other coworkers, the smile on your face becoming forced.
“Did’ya know Johnny actually—oh, sorry, burped—he actually paid me…to get your name?” your coworker giggles, absolutely sloshed. You’re tipsy too, but her words make you go a bit cold.
“Pardon?” you ask. The red cup crackles when your fingers tighten around it.
“He paid me. Fifty dollars. Jus’ to get your name for the…for the stupid Santa thing. The secret Santa.”
You can feel the way your mouth hangs open, just a bit. Her words echo in your head, the conversation long over. You let her prattle on, still stuck on the thought of Johnny paying someone off just for the opportunity to give you a gift. The longer you stand there and chat with your coworkers, the more difficult it gets to look normal.
“Isn’t that something?” she prompts, nudging you with an elbow. Even the slightest touch hits you like a battering ram.
“Yeah,” you parrot back, “it’s something.”
Perhaps you’re overdue for a conversation with Johnny about boundaries. More than overdue. The package has been signed, sealed, and delivered. It was overdue months ago, the day you started working at the same store as him. By now, you should’ve quit or transferred, hell you should’ve yelled at him that one time he stopped you in the garden section to apply his own personal Chapstick to your lips (you don’t think about how you’d bitten them raw from staring across the row of potted flowers as he stacked bag after bag of fertilizer onto a customer’s pallet before pushing it to their car, his sleeves rolled up and thick biceps on display the whole time).
Can anyone blame you for being confused? It’s obvious what he’s offering. He does nothing to hide it. It’s also obvious that it would be, unequivocally, a terrible idea to take him up on it.
Maybe you just need some fresh air. You make an excuse and peel off from the rest of the group, heading for the door. Someone lurches out of the shadows in the corner before you can make it out.
“Look, bonnie—mistletoe,” Johnny teases, not letting you so much as glance up before snatching you by the hips and reeling you into him.
The kiss he plants on you is filthy and wet. Open-mouthed too so he can slip you his tongue, licking over the roof of your mouth. Sucking your bottom lip when you can’t help the whimper that slips out and he breaks away for only a split second to whisper oh fuck under his breath. Your mind reels when he dives back in for another kiss. He’s as good of a kisser as you might have expected, messy but forceful, threading a hand into your hair to hold you in place. The way he roots you in place licks at something delicious inside of you, a secret, buried urge.
Johnny finally pulls away when he can no longer convincingly ignore the way you push on his shoulders and squirm in his arms. His lips are wet when he pulls back, a thin strand of saliva clinging between your lips. It breaks when he runs his tongue across the wetness.
Someone whistles and Johnny grins from ear to ear, bashful under the joy brimming out of him. You stumble away the second his hands loosen on your hips, wiping a hand across your mouth.
“Good for you, John!” someone shouts through cupped hands and several of your coworkers cackle.
This time you actually manage to make it out the door and down the hall to the employee restroom. You spend the next few minutes washing your hands until your fingertips go pruney under the warm water and you try to think of anything except the texture of Johnny’s lips.
You touch your lips no less than three times. Each time, your fingers come back trembling. It’s what you’d long expected from Johnny, from someone that looks like him, like the physical embodiment of ‘for a good time, call…’ written in lipstick on the back of a gas station bathroom door.
The last thing you want to do is give him an inch, throw him a bone—actually lead him on, as your coworker might say. Still, your finger trembles on your lip. You know he’d make it good. Even if he didn’t, looking like that, who could blame you? The thought makes you wince, conscience of objectifying him, but haven’t you been subject to worse by now? You’re due far more than some measly peck for how many times he’s slapped your ass, stolen your scrunchie (two so far), or said something nasty to you.
It’s not hard to track him down when he’s always hovering nearby, this time just off by the watercooler with your manager and a few other coworkers. The hand not holding a drink is buried deep in his pocket, the smile on his face strained by a mask of politeness; you can tell at a glance that he’s only playing at civility, that he’d rather be anywhere else but chatting with his boss and colleagues at the office party.
When he spots you approaching the group of them, his eyes widen, excitement bleeding back into them. It takes your breath away.
“Ah, there’s your other half, Johnny,” your manager says and you freeze.
“Aye, so she is. She’s a good little kisser, did’ye see?” Johnny gushes, pulling you in by the waistband of your pants. You’re a bit too tipsy to protest when he slips his hand around your waist.
It clicks into place. When he pulls you into his side, it feels like slotting into a space made just for you, unwelcome or not. You don’t even notice if your other coworkers laugh or not, fixated on his eyes. He can hardly pull them away from you. Every long shift waking up on the sofa in the breakroom with Johnny standing over you, eyes glinting like a predator’s in the woods, and every coworker’s joke about being Johnny’s girl feels like it’s been leading to this. You have to know what it’d be like.
“Um…Johnny?” you start, tugging on his shirt gently.
“Yeah, hen? What’s it?”
“Can we…um…do you wanna go somewhere more private?”
His breathing stops, body frozen against yours. “Ye serious, kitty? You’re not joking?”
You shake your head. “Just…just one time? Maybe?”
The first sign of movement from him is a full body shudder that nearly makes you step back. The frazzled look in his eyes borders on manic, flitting around the room looking for the nearest exit. Johnny tosses the group some hasty, poorly worded goodbye (you think he even flubs your manager’s name) and tears away from them, you still glued to his side. Someone giggles as you leave. You can’t pay them any mind though, not with how frantically Johnny pulls you out of the breakroom and down the hall, his long strides nearly making you trip over your feet.
“Johnny—slow down—”
“Hen, I’ll carry ye over my shoulder to the closet, I swear.”
He nearly barrels you over with how forcefully he pushes you into the closet, hot mouth latched onto the side of your throat. You hear the sound of the lock clicking behind him. The closet is swathed in darkness, only the barest hint of light bleeding through from underneath the doorway. It’s hardly enough for you to see anything in front of you, but that almost doesn’t matter with how Johnny curls around you, his body caging you in against the shelving behind you.
“Please, please, fuck, I cannae believe it, fuck—” Johnny groans into your neck, a pathetic desperate sound that you’ve never heard from him before. He even keens a bit. “Oh Jesus, baby, I’ve been—dinnae if ye knew or not, but I’ve been fuckin’ obsessed with ye for ages, Christ.”
You let out a laugh in disbelief, embarrassed by how breathless it sounds. “I—oh—I f-figured.”
His hands drag up and down your back, tugging at the fabric of your shirt and practically ripping it out of where it’s been tucked into your pants. If you had buttons, you think you’d burst straight off, zip off the walls and roll under one of the shelves. Johnny’s eagerness bleeds through—months of barely concealed lust unravelling right in front of you, his hands practically shaking when they grope along your sides and under your breasts. His fingers dig almost painfully into your flesh until you whimper and he murmurs a broken apology into your neck.
“Wha’d’ye want, baby? I can—fuck, anything ye want, I promise—” Johnny begs, the sound almost pitiful. It makes your pussy ache.
“Your—your mouth—”
The speed with which he drops to his knees almost makes you flinch. His kneecaps are only saved by the carpeted floor, present nowhere else in the employee section apart from the supply closets. His hands go to the zipper and button on your jeans, yanking viciously, almost snarling when they don’t immediately come undone. When you try to help him, he bares his teeth, more animalistic than you’ve ever seen him before.
“Do these fuckin’ pants even come off?” Johnny growls, giving another yank. You hear something rip and wince.
He manages to wrench your pants down until they pool around your ankles, only enough concentration left in him to pull one leg out and drape it over his shoulder.
“Johnny—my underwear—holy shit—” you gasp when he mashes his face into the crotch of your panties, laving his tongue over the fabric. You can feel the heat of it through the gusset of your underwear, each desperate lick trying unsuccessfully to pull them to the side.
“Fuck, s’ry, baby, I’ll take ‘em off,” he apologizes, voice muffled where his mouth is still pressed to your pussy. Reluctant to move even an inch away from you.
It takes him a couple more seconds before he’s able to move away just long enough to pull your underwear down as well, struggling with getting it over the leg still draped over his shoulder and nearly losing his patience twice over.
He takes to eating you out like something he’s done for years—naturally. Crudely. Eyes fluttering shut when he drags his tongue from your slit to your clit, unabashedly enjoying himself. His moans drag through you, making you nearly shake right out of your skin. His chin is already wet when you glance down. He spreads your inner lips with two fingers to open you fully to his gaze, lapping at your clit until he can hardly pull his mouth away from your cunt.
Johnny drags one of your hands from his hair to cradle the side of his face, turning into your palm to take a deep inhale. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, eyes several degrees hotter when they meet yours through the curtain of his lashes.
“Fuckin’ smell like mine too,” he growls. You jolt at his words. He draws a finger into his mouth and gives it a suck, making you trill.
“D-don’t get any ideas,” you gasp, other hand threading through his hair now, turnabout fair play. “S’just a—ah, ah—a one-time t-thing.”
“Aye, one time, one time,” he repeats. “Gonna make it so good f’r ye, baby.”
The two fingers spreading you open push against your entrance insistently. The initial stretch makes you tug at his hair, flushing when all that does is make him moan, mouth hung open sluttily. He looks even more strung out than you, eyes dark and heady. He’s also never looked more attractive.
Shelves jab into the small of your back, the ache growing the longer he keeps you like that with one leg slung over his shoulder, your knees almost buckling. Impossible to concentrate on the voice in your head screaming that this is a bad idea, not when he runs his tongue over your clit and sucks. Not when you’re forced to clamp a palm over your mouth to drown out your sounds.
The press of a third finger into you makes you flinch and yank at his hair, harder this time. Hard enough for Johnny to back off, an apology muttered into your wetness. The two splitting you are more than enough, you think, a bit wildly. He shouldn’t be prepping you for anything more. There’s a furrow to his brows though, a bit of frustration wedged in there. Like putting up with your complaints annoys him just a bit.
“John—c’mon, please, not so loud,” you beg.
He pumps his fingers into you, eyes trained on the spot where they disappear. The look in his eyes borders on reverent. “Always mouthin’ off, huh? Even when I’m getting ye off? On my knees ‘n everything?”
“There are p-people outside,” you hiss, clamping your hand back down over your mouth when he curls his fingers and presses up into you.
“Yeah?” The question sounds rhetorically, almost a challenge. The smile on his lips goes wicked sharp. “God, we wouldnae want ‘em ta hear, huh? What ye pulled me away from the party for?”
You don’t know why that’s what sets you off, but it does, eyes watering with the force of your orgasm. Back arched. Your head aches from where you knocked it back into the shelf behind you. Johnny groans when you clench around his fingers.
It’s a few seconds before you feel like you can speak again. The first thing you can utter is a hiss when Johnny laps at your slit again, far too sensitive for him to still be touching you.
“You can, ah…you can let me go now,” you pant. Coming back to your body takes an age, legs still trembling, held up by Johnny’s hands alone.
His fingers grip harder into your flesh. You stare down at him.
“Oh, pretty baby,” Johnny coos, eyes black with desire, “we’re jus’ gettin’ started.”
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Rescuer
Pairing: Jason Todd x (hero) reader
Word Count: 2610
Warnings: Mentions of blood, needles, death, stitches, a bit angsty but then fluff, not really proof read
Summary: After getting hurt on patrol, Jason comes to rescue you from your captors, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
Maybe you had been captured and moved to a new location. Maybe you were bleeding out in some rat-infested warehouse. Maybe you were- Jason wouldn’t think that. He couldn’t think that. The mere image of your body gone cold sent chills down his spine and sent him into overdrive.
Rain pelted against his helmet as he sped through the streets of Gotham. He knew that splitting up was a bad idea. Bruce had wanted to split the patrol teams up to ensure that Ivy’s shipments were being handled. You were supposed to be fine, the shipment you were going after was meant to be a dud. Bruce had valiantly offered to put himself in danger by going after the suspected live shipment. Apparently, the information had been bad, and now Jason was rushing to your distress call, flying past cars crowding his way and cursing Bruce for making Jason leave you. Jason knew that you could handle yourself, it was why he was okay leaving you alone. You were a match for every member of the family and rouges gallery, he was sure that if you had called a distress signal, something terrible had happened.
Jason felt like he was the only one coming for you. He had left his brothers in the dust when he heard the blaring alarm coming from your comm. The others were coming, but it wasn’t fast enough for him. As he flew through the city streets, he came to a group of warehouses on the West Side where he knew you were located. The signal became stronger and stronger as he reached the roof of the specific warehouse. Looking down, he saw a group of guards standing around you. You were lying on the floor, blood pooling under your body. The site made a harsh wave of fury swell up in his chest. Jason felt his arms go numb and his breathing quicken.
“Those bastards” he thought. They must have been under the control of Ivy’s venom. This was the only way he could justify your current position.
“ETA 5 minutes, do not engage.” Bruce’s voice rang out.
“Bullshit,” Jason spat, “I’m going after her. She’s surrounded.”
“No, stay low and report.” The voice of Bruce rang into his ear, “Don’t leave post, that’s an order”
Jason observed the scene below him and saw one of the men walking towards you, his foot grazing the side of your arm and applying a pressure that made you wince in pain. Dark circles were forming under your eyes, indicating the presence of Ivy’s venom. At this, nothing could have stopped Jason.
The sound of glass shattering echoed through the building as the man who had his foot on you fell to the ground following a piercing boom. The clank of his gun falling on the floor next to your head sent a heavier pounding sensation through your already aching skull. You groaned and tried to roll over away from the noise, only to realize that it was everywhere.
“Jason must be here.” You thought.
Jason saw you try to move, and his heart ached. He knew that you were in pain, incapacitated from whatever happened earlier. The gaggle of men aimed their weapons towards him and opened fire as he ran through the shadows, avoiding the bullet spray as he was trained to. Grabbing for his holster, he drew his pistol and aimed for the would-be leader of the gang. The man dropped to the floor, the familiar sounds of metal clashing against the floor ringing out once more. A call to action rolled through the room as Jason emerged from the shadows, bullets from his pistol now raining on the perpetrators. Two men attempted to tackle him at once, ending in Jason wrapping them together with a line and executing them with little scrutiny of their situation. Another shot at him, nearly grazing the side of his armor before he too dropped to the ground from a shot Jason had sent to him. As the fight went on, Jason steadily dismantled the group, turning his attention to the last man he saw standing who had dropped his weapon, knowing that he was out of ammunition.
The man screamed as Jason leapt onto him, fists flying high and hard, the sounds of cracking under his knuckles filling your ears. Blood spurted from the man’s mouth, signaling not only broken teeth, but internal bleeding. After a minute, the man stopped struggling, Jason continuing his blind rage driven beating. You turned to him, trying to move closer to your only safety when you saw one of the seemingly incapacitated men reaching for a dropped gun from a fallen comrade and reach it around Jason’s head.
“You’ll end up just that like bitch, Hood.” He spat, holding the gun closer to Jason’s head, “Don’t move or I’ll-“
The sound of a shot rang through the room and then the clashing of a body on the floor. You had mustered the last of your strength, grabbing the rifle the man who Jason had killed first had dropped next to your head. Squinting to avoid seeing double, you braced against the floor and pulled the trigger once you were certain your aim would withstand against the drug working through your system. With a groan, you fell back once more, dropping the weapon and sprawling against the concreate floor.
Jason flew towards you, sliding on his knees on the floor once he came within a foot or so of you. You winced when he picked you up into his arms, still on the ground to assess the damage.
“Come on baby, you’re okay. Where’s the wound Y/N/N?” He asked, panic lacing his voice.
“Jason” Was all you could say groaning into the pain you felt.
“It’s okay Y/N/N, I’m here. Where are you hurt?” He started stripping your outer gear, searching for a stab, a shot, something that would indicate what was wrong.
His hands roaming your side were what found a deep stab wound. Ripping open the clothes in the impacted area, he saw that the skin was already bruising, a green liquid staining the outside of your skin.
“They got her with a venom laced knife.” Jason said into the comm.
“Use the antidote, it should treat it immediately.” Dick answered, finally running into the room where you were, “Inject it by the site of the wound, about a centimeter from the center.”
Dick looked around at the carnage and then saw his brother cradling you in the center. The sight made his skin crawl. Blood was everywhere, a mixture of everyone’s who was unlucky enough the stand in the wake of Jason’s rage. If Bruce didn’t show up, Dick wouldn’t say anything to him. You were almost limp in Jason’s arms, eyes fluttering open and shut every minute or so. Dick heard Jason talking to you gently and his heart sank at your condition.
“This is gonna pinch baby. You can do it, I’ve got you.” Jason said, injecting the antidote as quickly as possible.
You groaned, not appreciating the stinging rushing into your side once more.
“ETA 5 minutes.” Tim’s voice rang into the comms, “Batmobile is ready for transport.”
“Forget it,” Jason said into it, “I’ve got the antidote, get the med bay ready in the cave.”
“You can’t take her on your bike Jason.” Dick interjected, “She’s not in condition for it.”
“You got any better ideas Dick?” Jason said, a tone of frustration coming through his voice, “We’re both on bikes and she doesn’t have five extra minutes in her.”
Jason bound a bandage tight around your side, stopping the bleeding as best he could. You had a vice grip around his arm as the stinging and sheer pain of the antidote flooding through and eradicating the venom swept through your body.
“Fine, you take her to the cave, I’ll handle Gordon and venom recovery.” Dick said, the sound of sirens starting to blare in the distance.
Jason gave a nod of thanks to Dick before turning his complete attention to you.
“Y/N/N can you hear me, baby?” Jason asked, running a hand over your forehead and into your hair.
You groaned in response, not able to muster a “yes”. The lights in the warehouse and the bright red from his helmet that he hadn’t had time to take off yet were blinding you and you shut your eyes once more.
“Stay with me babe, I’m going to pick you up now and get you on the bike. Can you handle that?” Jason asked.
“Mhmm.” You mustered up.
Strong arms wrapped around you and hoisted you into the air. You instinctively curled into his chest, an arm wrapped around his neck and onto his shoulder. Your head lulled back, all strength to hold yourself up leaving you.
“Good job doll. I’ve got you now.” He said, breaking into a run towards the bike.
It was still raining when Jason reached where he parked his bike, sliding you onto the seat and placing himself behind you to support you.
“This is the hardest part baby; you can do it.” You heard the clink of the kickstand go up and the load roar of the engine coming to life.
In a sudden motion, you knew you were speeding out of the complex and onto the main road, Jason weaving the bike throughout traffic. Every few seconds he’d glance down to check that you were still breathing. You tried your best to keep yourself up, not wanting to lean against Jason too much as to not throw him off. He seemed to notice this struggle quickly.
“You’re okay Y/N. Relax, I’ve got you.”
It seemed like an eternity yet only a few seconds before Jason rolled into the Batcave. Feelings arms around you once more, you were picked up and ran to the med bay.
“You’re okay Y/N, we’re here now, you’re going to be fine.” It seemed like Jason was saying these things, more so to convince himself that you were alright.
“She’s got the antidote going through her system.” You heard him say, “She needs stitches.”
“Lay her here.” Alfred’s voice chimed in.
You could have smiled upon hearing Alfred. Knowing you were in good hands, you went totally limp on the table, not having a care in the world. Jason’s fingers brushed against your face as an oxygen mask was strapped over your head.
“Indeed, this is a nasty wound Miss. Y/N.” He quipped, not truly confident that you were listening, but merely trying to cut the tension in the room and relax Jason, “No matter, it’s nothing I cannot handle.”
The clear plastic of the mask you were wearing fogged and cleared, giving perfect indication that you were still breathing. Jason was working on removing your gear as carefully as possible to not get in Alfred’s way. Minutes had passed and the stinging sensation of Alfred stitching up and disinfecting your wounds had subsided. A pain killer must have been administered to you as you were out of consciousness. You heard Jason and Bruce talking loudly but not arguing, something that made you feel better about the entire situation. Loud steps came closer to you, the familiar sound of Jason’s boots making thud noises against the stone floor of the med bay.
“She’ll be fine Master Jason.” Alfred assured him, “I say the best course of action is having her cleaned up and in bed, not this blasted table.”
“Will do.” You heard Jason say, “Thank you Alfred.”
“It is my honor, Master Jason.” “I am only glad that you arrived when you did.”
“You and me both.” Jason mumbled, picking you up once more.
“Let’s get you cleaned up doll.” He said gently, walking towards the elevator that led into the rest of the house, “Does that sound good to you?”
“yea, sounds great.” You answered softly, strength slowly returning to you as the antidote was steadily working against the venom.
You closed your eyes again and the next thing you knew was the cold sensation of marble against your skin. Looking around, you saw that you were in Jason’s bathroom, and he was standing over the bathtub faucet, adjusting the temperature as to not be too hot or cold.
“You alright baby?” He asked, walking back over to where you were and kissing your temple, “You scared me back there.”
“Sorry Jaybird.” You replied weakly, “Got ambushed.”
“It’s okay doll, you’re okay now.” “Just rest, I’ll get you cleaned up and in bed.” He said, “Is that still okay with you?”
“Yea,” you answered, “thanks Jay.”
He nodded, dipping a soft washcloth into the warm water, and lathering soap onto it. The bubbly water tingled against your skin as he dragged the cotton rag against your skin as gently as possible. You felt safe with Jason, no matter how close to demise you had come earlier.
“It was stupid.” You thought to yourself, “How could I be so careless?”
You sighed in disappointment, alerting Jason of your thoughts.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Just- stupid of me.” You groaned, “Jumped by a bunch of Ivy’s minions.” “That’s not supposed to happen.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. We all have bad nights Y/N/N.” Jason softly kissed your lips, earning another, more satisfied sigh from you.
“I guess.” You weren’t going to argue with him after that.
“Besides, we got the venom shipment covered now.” He tried to assure you, “Don’t worry about anything.”
“I don’t think I have the energy to worry.”
Jason chuckled, grabbing a new towel to dry your air as carefully as possible.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom now.” You said, sitting up.
Jason nodded, lifting you out of the tub again and into the little room with the toilet. Closing the door after handing you a pair of his sweatpants, he started cleaning up. You walked back out, hair still dripping on the floor.
“Come here love.” He said, pulling you into a tight, yet soft embrace and kissing the top of your head.
Wrapping his arms around you again, he sat you onto the counter and opened the bottle of toner that you kept on your side of the sink. He helped you pull one of his old t shirts over your head and smoothed it out once you had it on.
“You don’t have to do that Jay.” You said, hands softly gripping against his free wrist.
“It’s okay doll, I want to.” “Just let me take care of you.”
A soft cotton pad glided against your face as he swept the toner over your skin. After that, he slathered your other skincare products across your face, following the routine he knew you used. Your heart swelled knowing that he had memorized something so seemingly unimportant. It meant a lot that he cared so much to understand you.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Once again, he wrapped his arms around you to pick you up.
“I can walk there.” You said, grabbing onto his arms for support.
“I know you can baby but let me do it for you.”
Jason carried you to the bed and set you under the covers, pulling them over your shoulders and sliding in behind you. Arms settled around you as you pushed yourself into his chest, taking in the warmth and comfort that he provided.
“I’m glad you’re okay Y/N.” He said, “Wake me up if you need anything. I love you Y/N/N.”
You mumbled a response under your breath, the feeling of safety and comfort flushing out any troubles or worries you carried with you from the mission.
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What happened with Barbour ?
Dear Barbour Anon,
My favorite kind of Anon, even if I know the question has recently been asked again and not in this corner. Never mind, I think it's time to talk about it, too.
I bought my first Barbour (entry-level, so olive) Bedale wax jacket 25 years ago, from their (long gone, now) shop on Boulevard Raspail, in Paris. It was a mandatory clothing item to own if you wanted to properly mingle with the law school crowd (it still is) and it ended up being one of my most prized possessions, possibly a part of me. I still have it somewhere, back home. Two more followed, along with a fetishist array of shirts, scarves, beanies and even one of those sturdy crossbody bags you can fit half a house in. So you can imagine my absolute thrill when I found out, very very late, that S had had a rather substantial collaboration with them, from 2016 and until 2019.
I am very bad with timelines, as you probably know and possibly even cackle about, but still: S was appointed as the company's first ever Global Brand Ambassador on July 16, 2016. His mission statement was very precisely defined by the brand and for some reason we'll analyze a bit later, this is important:
(Source, heh: https://www.astonbourne.co.uk/is-barbour-a-luxury-brand-unraveling-the-mystique-of-classic-outerwear/).
A shirt and vest signature collection followed in 2017 and 2018, with the contract being renewed. Advertisement was absolutely gorgeous and designed to shape a very positive image, both for S and the brand. Last autumn's SS Gin promo retained some of that irresistible aesthetic DNA and I discussed it at length.
See for yourself, Anon. The fandom endlessly discussed the first long clip (with the chocolate labrador), but I have no idea if these two have been seen, let alone debated. If they did, let that be my nostalgic mistake.
Spring/Summer 2018:
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Fall 2018:
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And then disaster stroke, with S's trip to Ha-wa-wee 1.0, in the spring of 2019. A short reel, featuring a rather agglomerated boat trip, was posted on socials. Unfortunately for S, it also featured an allegedly horrifying scene involving the 'traditional' bludgeoning to death of a tuna fish. Emotions ensued and as it often happens here, they spun out of control. Many people, including some of the most vocal S haters, tagged Barbour in their diatribes, filled with environmentalist indignation. They suggested this guy (who did not participate to the savagery and I would be even unsure he realized what was going on) was, by no reasonable means, a proper 'embodiment of the brand's identity, values and aspirations' (remember that mission statement?).
Tone deaf as ever in the midst of a serious PR crisis, S put friendship above anything else, and publicly praised the boat's owner, calling him 'the heart and soul of the island', if I remember well. I still would like to think he has no idea what the hell exactly happened. And then, when somebody finally (August 2019) asked Barbour on Insta about their collaboration with S, they got this politely dry, but clear answer:
"We don't have any plans for a collaboration with SH in the near future" means, in my book and to my understanding, "we are never going to work with this guy again". Truly, some people in here who dare to give morality lessons to others, should be proud of themselves: they did it knowingly and in a very organized way, using multiple sock accounts, to give the impression of a collective retching reflex. To cut the story short, the dread of any ad campaign on this planet.
The effort was genuine. The result of that collaboration was very good. Take, for example, this somewhat heartbreaking customer review by an American guy who has no idea who SRH is and who bought one of those jackets from a Barbour factory warehouse, in 2021, with a hefty rebate (70% off). Clearly something Barbour wanted to get rid of at all costs - what a pity and really what a SHAME on all those hypocrites who will never admit to a public assassination by the book:
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This time, I am absolutely not sorry for the length, Anon. This is something that still makes me boil. Unfairness and cheap nastiness simply disgust me.
(Thank you, sweetheart, for the screenshot, always. You know who you are 😘😘😘).
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A/N: Okay y'all. It's here, it's done. Y'all voted on this a while back and it was a bit challenging as I made the mistake of starting to write it with Will in mind so I had to make adjustments, but I think I figured it out. Thank you so so much to @musings-of-a-rose for taking a look at this for me. You are a doll!
Rating: E (18+ ONLY)
Word Count: 6,033
Pairing: Benny Miller x BFF! F! Reader
Plot: A night of unexpected events occur when you and your best friend innocently test out sex toys you had drunkenly purchased for shits and giggles.
WARNINGS: This is the first fic I am NOT including warning tags because I don't want to spoil anything. There's nothing typically potentially triggering like dark stuff (i.e. CNC) but still I wanted to keep it a mystery going in. SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Your friends were supposed to watch the fight with you tonight but they had bailed with some excuse or two except for your best friend. You thought that his brother would at least still be joining as they usually do everything together - like you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out they hold each other’s dicks while the other pisses - but it’s just going to be you and him tonight. Instead of going to the bar like originally planned, you both decided to pick up a case of beer and hang out at your place. It’s cheaper and less crowded.
There’s a rap at your apartment door and you go to open it. As expected, it's your best friend with the supply.
“Hey, Benny! Just in time!”
"Hey, you got a package," Benny says as he hands you the beer. He bends down to pick up the small brown box off the floor by your door. "What did you order?"
"I have no idea what that is," you reply as you make your way over to the kitchen to stick it in the fridge. "I don't remember ordering anything. Where does it say it's from?"
"The return address just says Warehouse, in Ohio," he replies, inspecting the non-descript package and following you further into your apartment after shutting the door behind him.
He hands you the cardboard box before taking his jacket off and making himself at home. You rip open the package and after seeing the contents, you laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" he asks, walking closer to you.
"This was a drunk purchase. I totally forgot about these!" You reach in to pull out the items and show him your new purchases.
"What are those?" He looks perplexed.
“This one is a vibrator I keep seeing on Instagram, but it's supposed to be like, amazing," you answer.
"How the hell are you supposed to use that?" He takes one of the packages from you and inspects it, looking at the pictures on the box.
"Well, one way you can use it is you insert this side into your pussy and this part is supposed to sit on your clit," you point and explain to him. "It also comes with a detached remote so someone else can control it.
"I don't know if that's a terrible time or a great time."
"The vibration is supposed to be very powerful but quiet," you add. "Supposed to be discreet. They try to sell it by showing women supposedly wearing it in public under their clothes without anyone apparently knowing and their partner has control of it and she's like losing her shit."
"I'm curious now."
"For science!" You declare as you snatch the package from him. You start opening it up and pull the contents out. "Shit, it needs AAA batteries. TV remote!"
You head to the living room and he follows you. You take the batteries out of your TV remote and shove them into the new toy. After turning it on, it buzzes lightly in your hand, moving subtly.
"Let's see how crazy it can get." You start playing with the buttons until it goes up to the highest setting and Ben's eyes get wide as saucers watching it flop around in your palm, practically jumping out of your hand.
"Jesus Christ!" Benny hops back.
"Yeah, now imagine that between your legs."
"I'm not sure I want to. Looks like it would scramble all the sperm inside my balls. Besides, I don't think it was made for my body parts," he points out.
"You just don’t have an imagination," you jab. "Hmm, should we test drive it?" you suggest as you shut it off.
“What do you mean?" he asks curiously.
"See if the hype is real," you answer. "Especially that other one." You point to the other toy that's still in its package.
"That one's supposed to feel like your clit is actually getting sucked on."
"I didn't even know such toys exist," he confesses.
"There are soooo many sex toys out there, you don't even know. Why don't you go get us some cold ones while I figure these out?" you suggest.
"You really wanna do this?” He checks again.
"Yeah, why not? It's not like we have anything else better to do except watch two grown men beat each other up," you state. “Come on, this isn’t any different than the time we accidentally found Will’s porn stash and you got a boner.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t jerk off.”
“You totally did. Not in front of me, but you were not discreet when you snuck off to the bathroom with one of his magazines to ‘take a shit’,” you look at him knowingly.
“Okay, fine,” he shrugs and adjusts his forward-facing cap. “You have a point.” He heads back into the kitchen to grab some beer.
When he comes back with two opened bottles in hand, he finds you reading the manual and reviewing the other toy.
"So how exactly are we testing these?" he asks, settling down next to you on the couch and taking a gulp of his beer.
"Well, I'm not gonna stick it down my pants if that's what you're thinking. Would that be too weird?” You scrunch your nose while looking over at your best friend who looks just as clueless.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking. It ain't going down my pants. No amount of alcohol is gonna get that to happen."
"Okay, I didn't think this through. I mean, I guess we can just test it on our arms or something," you shrug cluelessly, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind and then going back to the manual.
"How would that work?" Benny asks as he takes the remote sitting next to him, inspecting it.
As you begin to answer, he starts randomly pressing buttons and you shriek, jumping in your seat. Benny also jumps back, spilling some of his beer as he reacts to your sudden outburst.
"What the hell?!" He looks over to you.
You instantly reach for the vibrator that happened to be sitting between your legs, snug against the front of your pants and toss it at him. Benny tries to dodge it like it's a dead cockroach, but it lands on his lap and he immediately launches himself off the couch. The vibrator continues to bounce around the cushion of the couch until Benny finally shuts it off.
"What the hell was that, man?" Benny looks over at you.
"It was between my legs when you turned it on, you ass!"
“Well, what the hell was it doing there? You said you weren't gonna test it that way."
"I wasn't! It just happened to be there while I was reading on how to operate the other one. Why'd you turn it on?" You shoot back.
"I don't know what the hell I'm doing!" He shouts. "This shit is like rocket science! How do you women even use these things?"
"Men use them too," you correct him.
“Well, clearly I never have," he admits and returns to his seat, flicking the vibrator towards you to make room for himself.
"You're such a prude. It's not like I was wearing it," you say, grabbing it away from him.
"I'm not a prude! You freaked out so I freaked out." He takes another gulp of his beer.
"Whatever," you mumble, still feeling a bit flustered and embarrassed by what had happened. You turn your attention back to the other toy.
"Wait, you've never used any sex toys before?" you shift your attention back to him.
"Nope," he shakes his head.
"Not even with a partner?" You raise a brow.
"Well, one time this girl wanted to make things interesting and suggested a dildo, but it wasn't for her," he starts. "She wanted to stick that up my ass and I was not about that. Especially not after what I had for lunch that day."
"Aww, no peggy for Benny?" you exaggerate a pout.
"Hey, you should think twice about who you're poking fun of.” He shows you the remote in his hand and turns it back on, spooking you when the vibrator goes off between you and Benny.
"Okay, you're having too much fun with that." You reach over to grab the remote from him but he moves it away from your reach.
You lean in further, but his long arm prevents you from getting access to it. At this point, you’re practically climbing on top of him.
“You’re right. This is fun,” he laughs.
When you get close, he transfers the remote to his other hand so you shift yourself but lose your balance, landing back on the still-on vibrator. You shriek and Benny laughs at you. He turns the setting to the highest as you try to get away from it in your awkward position.
"Benny! You can't just go from 1 to 100 instant—" You finally roll off of it and give yourself a moment. With your eyes closed and teeth digging hard into your lower plump lip, you try to get yourself together.
“Are- are you okay?” Benny asks as his laugh dwindles. “Did you have an orgasm or something?” he jokes.
“No…” you start. “But maybe I almost did - maybe!”
His laugh finally dies, but a smirk remains on his face.
“Seriously?!” His eyes grow wide, turning his body towards you.
“That toy is no joke,” you point to it still wriggling on the couch. “And now I really wanna know what it can do.”
Benny shuts it off and his eyes shuttle between the toy and you.
“Uh… like, now?” He questions.
You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating.
“That would be weird, right?” You ask with a squinted eye. “Never mind, forget it—”
“Have at it,” Benny interrupts. “Now I wanna see what this thing can do, too.”
“Really?” You ask with a raised brow, surprised.
“Yeah, like you said, what else is there to do? For science!” He brings up his beer bottle to celebrate it.
“Dork,” you chuckle, snatching the toy.
“Also, maybe I can learn a thing or two from it,” he replies. “Not that I need any help in that department, but I’m always open to learning new things,” he adds.
You roll your eyes.
“Hey, I’m a fighter and a lover. And I’m great at both,” he winks.
“Are you done stroking your own ego?” You look at him, unimpressed.
“I’m sorry. Yes, you can go on to stroke yourself,” he answers, trying to keep a straight face but ends up cracking a smirk.
“You’re so dumb,” you roll your eyes again and try not to crack your own.
“But I gotta be the one in control.” He holds up the remote in his hand.
“Benny-“
“I may never have the opportunity to ever do this again,” he says. “Besides, isn’t it what makes this fun? Someone else controlling it?”
You stare back at him and think about it.
“Okay, fine, but-“ you point a finger at him.
“I promise I won’t go from zero to 100, okay? Scout’s honor.” Benny brings his three middle fingers up.
“You weren’t a boy scout,” you point out.
“Fuck you. I was one for like a month,” he corrects you. “So are we doing this or what?”
“Turn around,” you tell him.
“What? I can’t watch?”
“Not watch me put this on. Turn around,” you repeat.
He rolls his eyes and turns his whole body around so the back of his head is facing you. You keep an eye on him as you wrangle your jeans and slip the toy inside you until it fits snug. Benny takes a sip of his beer as he waits patiently. He hears you fumbling around and finally you tell him he can turn back around.
He turns to face you and he looks confused.
“What?” You ask him.
“You have it on? Under your jeans?”
“Yes. I wasn’t gonna let it all hang out willy-nilly,” you tell him. “If you don’t believe me, turn it—“
Before you can finish your sentence, Benny flips the switch and you seize up. He can’t hear it, but your reaction confirms you have it in. He watches you as you stay still and quiet for a few moments.
“Can I up the speed?” He asks.
“Is this the lowest setting?” You calmly shoot back.
“Uh, yeah I think so.” He looks down at the remote to see if there’s any indication.
“Okay, go up one notch. One!” You glare at him.
“Okay, here we go.” He turns it up and you twitch.
You start shifting around in your seat until you feel the vibrator is in optimal position.
“How many speeds does this thing have again?” You ask out loud, reaching for the instruction manual and scanning it. “TEN?”
“Well, here’s number three,” Benny says as he ups the speed.
“Ben— ohhhhh…” Your scolding got cut short when the vibrator starts to really hit the right spots.
The tip of the dildo part tickles your g-spot as the outer part flickers over your clit. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip, trying to concentrate and keep your composure.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you mumble.
“Uh… how are you doing?” He asks, not sure what else to do.
“I’m… “ you freeze up for a quick second and then relax, letting out a heavy breath. “Jeeeesus,” you hiss.
Benny remains quiet as he watches you slightly gyrate against the couch. You close your legs together and cross your knees, trying to recalibrate yourself for the ideal position. He notices your breathing has gotten heavier.
“Higher?” He asks quietly, afraid to interrupt your flow.
“I’m already slipping all around,” you answer without opening your eyes, almost forgetting you aren’t alone.
“That’s not a no…” he points out.
Your teeth digs even deeper into your lower lip as you contemplate whether you want to chase your impending orgasm or not. You hate that at the current setting, it’s only enough to edge you and need a bit more to get you over the top.
“Okay,” you finally say. “Do it.”
Benny takes it to number four and you yelp instantly.
"Oh my god," you start giggling. "This is fucking crazy!"
Your thighs tightly clamp together and your back arches off the couch. You throw your head back as your jaw drops open, letting out a silent scream. Your hips rock against the vibrator, trying to get to the finish line.
"I'm not gonna lie. This is getting me hard."
You open your eyes and glance over at him to see him palming the front of his jeans and rubbing himself through the denim as he watches you trying not to lose your shit.
“How close are you?" he asks.
You feel your face get really warm all of a sudden. His baby blues pierce your eyes and you're suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you already are, like you just got caught doing something you shouldn't be doing, but at the same time, it’s kinda hot seeing Benny turned on watching you to the point where he’s quasi-touching himself. Noticing your state of shock, he amps up the vibration and you let out an uncontrolled moan.
"Oh, fuck!“
Your hips buck off the couch as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. You continue to moan as you ride the wave and try to catch the next one, grinding down on the couch. You don’t even care how silly you might look to Ben right now. All your focus is what’s going on between your legs. Suddenly the vibrator gets stronger again.
“Ben, stop! It’s too much!” You shriek.
You’re relieved when the torture stops, but it also feels odd as you feel the residual buzzing between your legs.
“So… how was it?” Benny breaks the silence. “Was it all your hopes and dreams?”
You take a moment to yourself to process the experience before answering.
“This shit is… I don’t think I ever want to experience the highest setting on this thing,” you tell him. “This thing is like a torture device. It feels like I pissed myself.”
You turn to look at him as you catch your breath and you’re reminded that Benny’s having his own fun with this, bringing you back down to earth. He scoots a bit closer to you with his hand still over his crotch. This new tension is clearly mutually felt as you both stare at each other, waiting for the other person to say or do something first. Your eyes ping pong between his face and his crotch, which he is still lazily rubbing.
“So uh… what now?” Benny asks, licking his lips. “Round two?” he brings up the remote still in his hand.
“N-no! No, no! Don’t you dare-“ you reach for the remote again, but he pulls it back behind him.
You chase after it, lunging towards him and end up getting right in his face.
“Benny!” You try again, but pause when you catch him staring at you, his face no more than a few inches away from yours.
It may be the post-orgasm bliss or the awkward position you both found yourselves in, but you’ve never noticed how easy on the eyes your best friend is. He swallows hard as his eyes scan your face.
“Can… can I kiss you?" he asks suddenly, leaning in and nudging your nose with his, testing the boundaries.
You lick your dry lips and swallow as you glance down at his mouth, seeing it slowly closing the distance. He ghosts his lips over yours, stopping short of actually putting it on yours, waiting for your permission. You answer his question by closing the gap, slotting your mouth over his.
He kisses back, gently at first, matching your energy. When you slip your tongue into his mouth, he cups your face and returns the gesture. You’re both now devouring each other as he turns his body towards you to get into a more comfortable position, adjusting himself to accommodate the bulge in his jeans.
You both continue to make out with more urgency. Benny’s hands start cautiously exploring your body, placing a hand on your waist at first. It wanders down to your hip and he gives it a squeeze. Your own hands start roaming Benny’s body, touching his hard chest first. His warmth is welcoming, making you twist your body and lean into him. Feeling bold, Benny’s hand wanders to your thigh, his fingers brushing the inside, but far from your wet patch.
“Can I touch you down there?” He mumbles between kisses while moving his mouth to the side of your face and down your neck.
“Wha-“ You let out a loud sigh when you feel his soft wet tongue on the side of your neck, shivering when he grazes a sensitive spot.
“Can I touch you down there?” Ben repeats, pulling back, his lust-filled eyes looking down into yours.
His fingers barely scrapes your inner thigh, but you feel the jolt of his touch travel up to where the vibrator is still sitting.
“Please?” He squeaks out as his fingers travel up higher and his breathing gets heavier, matching yours.
Even though the vibrator isn’t on, it still brushes against your clit every time you shift and it’s only making you want Benny more, to help you get some relief. Even though you’ve already cum, you are hornier than ever right now.
You simply nod before capturing his mouth again. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hand cupping you, rubbing small slow circles with his fingers. Your hips twitch when he drags his middle finger up and down the thick seam of your pants that’s pressing directly down the center of the outer part of the vibrator which is sitting directly on your clit. He’s barely putting any pressure, but you’re hypersensitive right now and it feels like torture.
Now impatient, you start undoing your pants, trying to quickly get them off. You break the kiss to take a few seconds to focus on ridding your jeans. Benny watches you as he palms himself again, touching himself like he did with you. When you finally get your jeans off, tossing it over the couch, you reach into your underwear to remove the bane of your current existence - the vibrator. Without much effort, the vibrator basically falls out of you. It is drenched in your arousal, a thin sticky string still connects you to it.
It made an audible noise when it slipped out of you, as did Benny. Before you can discard the very used toy, Benny’s hand is back on you, his fingertips teasing the band of your underwear. He keeps dipping further and discovers how slick you really are.
"Jeeeeesus Christ, you weren't kidding. That shit got you so fucking wet," he comments while teasing your opening, slowly dipping his fingertip in, putting light pressure against it but it took no effort to penetrate you.
An audible squelch can be heard when he enters a second finger. You moan, feeling his thick fingers filling you and stroking you inside. He’s definitely reaching places the vibrator couldn’t. He hums watching your face distort when he pushes in further.
Your hand grips his strong forearm, feeling his veins raised and his muscles flexing underneath your palms as he pumps his long fingers in and out of you. The tip of his tongue darts out and licks the corner by his upper lip as he starts curling his fingers up, reaching for that soft spongy spot at the roof of your vagina. Your legs open up wider for him as his fingertips rub your g-spot over and over again. Your senses are heightened watching him watching you with darkened eyes. His thumb starts rubbing your clit as he massages your g-spot and it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to peak. You rock your hips against his fingers as your muscles continually clench and release over his fingers.
"Holy sh-shit," you tremble, feeling the aftershocks.
He pulls his fingers out, dragging them over your clit along the way, making your body twitch at the sensitivity.
“I think I made you cum faster than that toy did,” he jokes.
You crack a half smile but you don’t have the brain power to conjure up a verbal response. After a shared moment, he leans in to give you a quick peck on your lips. As he gets up off the couch, Benny takes his cap off to adjust the position of it, switching it backwards before settling between your legs.
The front of your thin cotton panties are completely drenched through. He can see your outline as the damp fabric clings to your puffy lips.
“Can I taste you?”
His puppy eyes peek up from between your legs. Your brain is mush so you simply nod.
He bunches the top of your underwear in his hand and yanks it up, causing it to brush across your clit. Your hips twitch and as he continues to rub the fabric over you, seeing your reaction to it and drawing out the tease. You moan and gyrate your hips when he puts his mouth between your legs over your underwear. He laps up your juices, licking and sucking as he continues to tug at your panties taut against your dripping cunt, putting pressure on your sensitive nub.
"Ben…" you pant as you push his cap off and run your fingers through his messy dirty blonde hair.
His scruff brushes the insides of your thigh as he continues to eat you out. You gasp when you feel the tip of his tongue breaching your opening, forcing your underwear aside and exposing your core. He puts more pressure with his tongue, slipping in deeper inside you and tasting you. Your hips start rocking against his face, but his tongue can only go so far. He shifts his attention to the swollen bud a little higher, scrunching your panties aside. He circles your clit with the tip before pressing the flat of his tongue and then his mouth over it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks hard. Your thighs clamp around his head and his eyes focus on your face as his tongue continues to play your clit like a fiddle. He grips your hips and holds you down.
“F-fuck…” your breathing becomes irregular as your orgasm builds.
With his mouth still attached to you, he slips his finger inside you to try to find that spot again. You thrust against his face when you feel your third release breaching. Benny intensifies his sucking and fingering, feeling you clench around him. You cry out when the dam breaks and you convulse around him. He doesn’t stop until you still. As you’re coming down from your high, body slouched from being spent, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
“So you wanna try that other toy now to see how it compares to the real thing?” He asks as he stands up and wipes his mouth.
He was right about him not needing any help in the bedroom department. You can barely form words right now. Never in a million years would you think your best friend can eat pussy like an expert. Taking from his brother who he regularly competes with, he always strives to be the best in everything he does, but this is on a whole different level. And now he wants to use another toy on you? You don’t think anything can top what he just did to you.
"W-what?" you ask cluelessly, still recovering the most mind blowing oral sex you have ever received.
Your eyes follow him as he reaches for the suction toy to show you. He tries to figure out how to turn it on as he kneels down, returning between your legs.
"You gotta help me out here--"
He's suddenly interrupted when you grab his face and smash your lips against his, tasting yourself. He abandons the toy somewhere and moves up to the couch next to you. You reposition yourself to straddle his lap as you continue to make out. As your hands wander down to the buttons of his jeans, he grabs your ass, squeezing them in his large hands.
When you successfully get his jeans undone, he lifts his hips and helps you pull down his bottoms until he springs free. You look down and reach for his thick cock, warm and soft to the touch. You jerk him as he’s already hard as a rock. Your thumb brushes the underside of his head.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
Now it’s your turn to torture him. You slide off his lap and on to the floor, kneeling between his knees. Once in a comfortable position, you grab his length, licking a trail from the base to the tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When you get to the top, you wrap your lips around him, wetting the head a bit before inching down to taste the rest of him. Your tongue swirls around his smooth and salty skin, lubricating him as you bob up and down.
“Shhhhit…” He throws his head back against the couch.
Feeling frisky, you try to deep throat him and he grasps within arms reach whatever he can as he groans. He looks over when a hand grabs something unfamiliar to him. It’s the vibrator and an idea comes to his mind.
“Wait,” he reluctantly stops you.
You pause and see him holding up the vibrator.
“Put this on while you suck me. I think it’ll be fun.”
You look at the vibrator for a moment and then back at him.
“I promise I won’t put it so high,” he reassures you.
“Fine,” you agree and you take it from him and slip it inside you, orienting it the right way. “You try anything and I’ll bite your dick off,” you warn, drawing a small chuckle out of Ben.
You get back into the position you were in before and put your mouth back on him. As you go back to sucking him, you yelp when Benny turns the vibrator on at a low speed. The noise you made sent a delightful vibration down his cock, making it twitch. He turns it up a notch and your hips move against the vibrator. You start moving up and down on him a little faster, stroking the base where your mouth can’t reach. You deepthroat him again until you gag, but you keep on going, sending your spit dripping down his cock and lubing him up.
“You look so fucking hot,” Benny pants.
His breathing is getting more labored. His hips jerk up and he places a hand on the back of your head. He’s not putting any pressure, but he fists your hair. He doesn’t pull on it, just moves with you as you fuck him with your mouth. You start quickening your pace feeling the vibrator getting stronger, trying to match it. Feeling the beginning of an orgasm forming, you rock your hips and suck him harder.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you.
Not changing your rhythm, you watch him come undone as he pops in your mouth. He thrust into your face as his moans echo in the small space and grasps the remote in his hand, accidentally jumping it up another level, but it’s what you needed to push you over the edge. You grind against the toy as you moan with him still deep inside your mouth. He spills out of the corner of your mouth as his hips slow down.
When he stills, you suck him clean and swallow the load that remained in your mouth. You reach down to pull the vibrator off and toss it onto his lap. Benny jumps in his seat and shuts it off. You wipe the corner of your mouth and chin with the back of your hand as you get up off your knees. He looks back at you with tired eyes as he tries to catch his breath, cock twitching. You squeal when he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap, careful with his half hard cock. You straddle his lap and he kisses you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth, tasting a bit of himself. The two of you lazily make out for a bit until Benny pulls back. You lick your lips and smile, looking down at him.
“We should start making this a regular thing, ya know. The toy testing,” Benny suggests, breaking the awkward silence and lightening the mood.
“Well, I do have a dildo I haven’t tried yet,” you half-joke.
He looks back at you with narrow eyes.
“You’re not putting that in my ass,” he states.
“Not what I was thinking,” you chuckle as you shake your head. ���I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be double penetrated,” you explain.
Benny stares at you with a blank expression, but you see his semi twitch in your peripheral.
“Gi-give me maybe fifteen minutes—“ he finally says, pointing to his softening cock.
“Whoa! Hold it there, cowboy,” you stop him. “Why don’t we just think on that? Besides, I don’t have any condoms or lube for that to happen.”
“Yeah, okay. Sure,” he shrugs. “I-I had a good time, if that’s what you were wonder—“
You silence him with a tender kiss before grabbing the vibrator to remove the batteries and toss them at him.
“I’m gonna clean up. Why don’t you put the fight on? I think It’s starting soon,” you tell him as you dismount him and grab your jeans off the floor while Benny pulls his bottoms back up.
“Look what the guys missed out on. Coulda had an orgy,” you joke.
“If everyone showed up, we’d be at a bar,” he points out, then swishes some beer inside his mouth.
“Fair. Okay, a Miller sandwich then,” you switch it up.
Benny chokes on his beer.
“Kidding!” You chuckle awkwardly. “Kinda. Sorry, you probably don’t wanna think about you and your brother fucking the same person at the same time,” you snort before finally heading to the bathroom.
When you get back, you find Benny putting his phone away and relaxing on the couch like he was before any of the sexy stuff had happened, with the TV on. The awkwardness returns. He hands you your beer as you sit down next to him, settling in. You both quietly watch the fight as it starts, but you steal glances at each other every now and then. At one point, you do a double take.
“Dude, are you smelling your fingers?” You look at him incredulously.
“What? I washed them, but I can still smell you.”
You grimace at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. You smell good,” he shrugs. “It’s actually getting me hard again.”
You watch him adjust himself. The both of you stare each other down, trying to read each other until a knock on your door breaks the trance.
“Who the hell is that?” You ask, but Benny shrugs.
You get up to open the door and find the other Miller brother on the other side.
“Hey, sorry I’m late! I had trouble finding parking. Did the fight start already?”
You look back at him confused.
“Uh… are you gonna let me in?” Will asks. “I brought goodies.” He shows the case of beer and grocery store bag in his hand with a party sized bag of chips peeking out.
“Sorry, I just thought you weren’t coming,” you tell him while letting him in.
“I texted Benny telling him plans changed last minute. Did he not get it?”
“Uh, I-I don’t know. He didn’t tell me anything.” You lead him into the living room where Benny almost looks surprised.
“Did you not tell her I’m coming?” Will asks his brother.
“Oh, sorry, forgot. I was uh, a little preoccupied,” he apologizes.
Will looks at both you and Benny suspiciously.
“It smells… interesting in here,” he comments, his eyebrows furrow with curiosity.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Will. Let me take that from you.” You quickly change the subject, taking the bag and beer out of his hands.
“Wait-” Will starts.
“Get comfy. I’ll bring you back a cold beer,” you tell him before whisking away.
You stick the beer in the fridge and when you remove the party sized tortillas to pour some into a bowl, you notice some unexpected items in the bag. You take them out for a closer inspection and your eyes widen at the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Maybe he bought these before his initial plans got changed.
You shrug, throw them back into the bag and return to the living room with a bowl of chips, cold beer and the grocery bag of personal items. When you walk into the living room, the brothers turn their attention to you, eyeing you like they’re expecting something other than the beer and chips. You look back at them suspiciously as they’re both very laxed and spread out on the couch on each end, leaving a space for you in between. As you walk over and settle in next to them, their gaze follows you.
“Here Will, I think these are yours,” you hand him a beer and his bag of items.
He takes them from you as he smirks.
“Thanks. So,” Will turns his body towards you. “Benny tells me you’re curious about some DP action.”
You almost drop the bowl of chips in your hands. Will is usually very reserved and diplomatic so you’re a bit shocked at how straight forward he is right now. You glare at your best friend who shrugs helplessly.
“I had to tell him what he missed out on.”
You glower your eyes at Benny, but then put two and two together, your focus now bouncing between the two brothers and realize that no one is probably going to watch this fight tonight.
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Ikemen Villains - Harrison Gray
This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.
Tall man: "You're unlucky to witness our deal like this."
Kate: "Let me go!"
Round-faced man: "There's no way we can let you go after seeing everything."
Today is December 31st.
I was helping with the preparations for the countdown party at the castle. But I got lost on the way to the store and witnessed a suspicious deal involving two men.
I ended up getting caught, and now my hands and feet were tied.
(I need to escape!)
Recalling the escape method I read in a detective novel I borrowed from Harry, I subtly move my hands to gradually loosen the ropes without the two men noticing.
(I need to find an opening and get out of here!)
Round-faced man: "Hmm? Who are you people?"
Suddenly, one of the men called out to the entrance of the warehouse, and standing there was一
Kate: "Harry, Liam!?"
Liam: "Ehh!? They've got Katie!"
Harrison: "Why are you here?"
Harry and Liam, seeing me tied up and lying on the ground, widened their eyes in surprise.
Since I had just been captured a moment ago, they probably didn't even know that I’d been kidnapped.
(Did the two of them come here as part of the Crown's mission?)
(I think they were supposed to bust an illegal drug deal today. So are these guys the culprits?)
Round-faced Man: "Do you guys know this woman? If so, it'll make things easier."
One of the men pointed a gun at me.
Tall man: "If you care about her life, then drop your weapons."
Harry and Liam held their breath at the man's threat and tried to put their weapons on the ground.
Kate: "Wait!"
I quickly raised my voice to stop them.
Round-faced man: "What's with you? Do you want to get killed?"
Kate: "This gun is real. It's loaded and dangerous, so you guys could get killed!"
Round-faced man: "Ha?"
Kate: "Drop your weapons quickly! These two also have other weapons!"
Liam: "What's wrong, Katie? We obviously intended to do that."
Harrison: "I see. Got it."
After hearing my words, Harry pretended to place the gun on the ground and then shot the men.
Tall Man: "Gah! It hurts!"
With precise control, each of the two men was shot in the leg and arm.
Although it wasn't life-threatening, their injuries prevented them from fighting.
Round-faced man: "What do you think you're doing? Do you not care about this woman's life!?"
Harrison: "Sorry, but your threat won't work. That gun is fake, yeah?"
Round-faced man: "Why you...!"
Tall Guy: "Damn it! We're at a disadvantage now. Let's scram!"
The two men, protecting their injured legs and arms, fled from the warehouse through the back door, leaving me behind.
Harrison: "Are you okay?"
Harry quickly ran over and helped me up.
Kate: "Yes, thank you for helping me."
With Harry's assistance, I finally freed myself.
Liam: "I'm glad you're safe."
Liam: "But I was surprised when Harry suddenly shot those guys, even though you were being held hostage."
Harrison: "Their gun was fake."
Liam: "Huh? Does that mean..."
Kate: "Yes. Everything I said was a lie."
They couldn't really harm me, as the gun they pointed at me was fake and they didn't have any other weapons.
To convey that information, I deliberately shouted the opposite to make Harry see through the lie.
Harrison: "You didn't tell the truth to catch the opponent off guard, right? Well done."
Kate: "I didn't want to be a burden to the two of you while being captured."
Kate: "But they escaped, so we need to catch them quickly!"
Harrison: "They're injured. All we need to do is follow the bloodstains."
The blood droplets eventually split into two paths, so Liam and Harrison decided to split up and pursue each trail.
After a while, Harry and I arrived at the market.
Perhaps because it was close to midnight, the market was bustling with people eager to watch the fireworks for the New Year.
Kate: "Harry, over there!"
Amidst the crowd, we saw a tall man with an injured leg dragging himself away. Before we could even catch up, a carriage stopped at the man's side.
It didn't look like a regular public carriage but a privately arranged one.
Harrison: "So there were others in your group, huh?"
There's no way we can catch up with them if they get on the carriage.
I hurriedly looked around but could not find any other carriages.
Kate: "We can't catch up on foot. We have to give up the pursuit for now."
Harrison: "No, there's still a way."
Saying that, Harry took out his pistol and aimed it at the carriage.
Harrison: "If I aim for the wheels, it will stop."
Kate: "But shooting a gun in the middle of a street like this?"
The Crown is a secret organization under the edict of Queen Victoria.
Their existence and their evil deeds should not be noticed by the general public.
Harrison: "No one will notice. After all, it's almost time."
As if to dispel my anxiety, Harry smiled nonchalantly.
Kate: "Almost time?"
Townspeople: "10! 9! 8!"
As I was about to ask, I heard loud voices counting down.
(Could it be?)
Harrison: "3, 2, 1!"
A dull roar shook our bodies.
It wasn't the sound of Harry's gun, but the sound of fireworks being set off to celebrate the new year.
I was momentarily distracted by it, but when I looked back, I saw the carriage overturning, its wheel distorted by a bullet.
Kate: "You timed it with the New Year's fireworks!"
Timing the gunshots with the sound of fireworks made it less likely for the gunshots to be noticed. Moreover, people were looking up at the sky, making it easier to overlook what happened on the ground.
Harrison: "They say the best place to hide a tree is in a forest, but..."
Kate: "W-What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Harrison: "I just thought I turned something you were looking forward to into a bloody memory."
(Come to think of it, I did mention before that I wanted to spend the countdown with him this year.)
(I'm glad he remembered my words.)
Kate: "Hehe. It's a little disappointing, but it was a countdown I'll never forget."
Kate: "Let's make next year's countdown even more wonderful, Harry."
Harrison: "The bar has been raised, huh? Well, I guess it's fine."
Afterward, we were able to safely capture the man from the carriage and hand him over to William, who said he had things to ask the man. After having the meal prepared by Victor, we finally returned to our room and took a breather.
Kate: "The first day of the new year was quite an ordeal."
Harrison: "The season doesn't matter when it comes to our duties. But if I could wish for something, it would be to spend more time with you this year."
I widened my eyes, surprised by his unusually straightforward wish. Sensing my reaction, Harry mischievously smiled.
Harrison: "Now, was that a lie or the truth?"
Kate: "I believe it was the truth. And if those words were a lie..."
Harrison: "Yeah?"
Kate: "I will stay with you so you will feel the same way."
Kate: "I'll do my best to make sure your lies change."
Harrison: "Heh? But that effort might not be necessary."
With a few words, Harry pulled me in and kissed me.
It was a sweet kiss that proved his wish was really true, capturing me and not letting go.
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Propose | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader
Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, cursing, mentions of drinking alcohol, brawl
Genre: Angst with a happy ending, a bit of comedy here and there, Mafia AU
Wordcount: ~ 4,175
A/N: i had this written down long time ago tbh and when i heard dreamcatcher’s propose i thought i’d share it with you cause the lyrics kinda matches👀 let me know what you thinkk
You remember very vividly the day your whole life changed. It didn’t feel real, just a few days ago you’d been a normal young woman working at this Italian restaurant as a waitress and then suddenly you found yourself dragged into mafia’s dirty world. A huge misunderstanding. You’d never expect that tall, gorgeous short-haired woman to be a mafia member. You’d never expect Yoohyeon - that was her name - to be spying on you.
When she walked into the restaurant for the very first time and directly asked your colleague for you to get her order, you couldn’t believe it. Despite being shy, you felt beyond happy about an attractive, charming stranger wanting to have an encounter with you out of all other waitresses and waiters. You didn’t question Yoohyeon’s flirting or her curious eyes glued to your figure even while you were serving other customers. It seemed okay, more than that actually. You liked being the centre of her attention.
Yoohyeon visited restaurant few more times, always getting a Margarita from you. She’d take her time drinking it while admiring the surroundings and simply walk away after winking your way. She was generous, tipped you a lot which was another reason why you were so fond of her.
That day, there was an accident, someone drunk barged into restaurant. He kept yelling at one of the customers accusing him of lying and stealing money. His whole face turned red from all the anger, alcohol and emotions he’d been dealing with. You coworker Mark, who was also a waiter, tried to ease their nerves and not cause panic in between other guests. Unfortunately, Mark didn’t manage to take control of the situation.
You froze on the spot watching as one of the men, the drunk one, rushed to punch the other nearly sending him off the chair. That’s when even worse thing happened. The other guy started defending himself with a knife which he sneakily took from the table. Mark quickly jumped, truth be told he’d have no chance against them. It was too risky for him to intervene, so he did the only thing he could - called the police.
All of other guests were running out, as the place was slowly being demolished. It was pure chaos. You felt many people pushing through, not caring about your body. You’d almost fall to the floor as well if it weren’t for someone grabbing your wrist and pulling into themselves forcefully, yet there was a subtle tenderness to it.
“Yoohyeon.” You gasped once your hands landed on her shoulders for some support.
“It’s dangerous here, Y/N. We need to go.” The look in her eyes was so intense that you had to really push yourself in order to glance around. Almost everyone else had ran away. Yohyeon was right. You needed to find a safe place and wait for the police.
With a tight grip on your hand Yoohyeon led you outside. Something about her calm aura and confidence let you feel safe. You began to scan her body, she had great physics. Strong muscles currently covered by suit pants and a white shirt. Her face remained almost neutral, except for the gentle frown on her forehead. It only made her more attractive in your eyes, though.
Outside, you found a bit less crowded space a few meters away from the restaurant’s entrance. While you stayed focused on the situation in front of you, you missed the way Yoohyeon nodded at someone behind you.
“I’m sorry.” She suddenly said quietly.
“For wha-”
~
You woke up in a dark room which kind of reminded of a warehouse. Panic in your eyes, as you glanced around. Did you just get kidnapped?
It didn’t sit right with you.
“Finally.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice.
“Long time no see, huh?” A tall, dark-haired woman addressed you, a satisfied smirk present on her face.
“What? What is going on? It’s a misunderstanding.”
“Don’t play innocent now, Karla. You really thought you’d get away with everything you’ve done to me?”
Karla? Who the hell was Karla?
“I am not Karla, I swear. You got the wrong person. I’m Y/N.” The woman in front of you laughed at your shaking voice.
“I have to admit, you’ve always been a good actress.” She took slow steps towards you, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “But you won’t fool me again.”
You gulped the second she knelt in front of you to look you straight in the eyes.
“I can prove it. I have no idea who Karla even is. You got the wrong person. Believe me please.”
Woman’s head tilted to the side, that’s when you finally spotted Yoohyeon leaning against the wall. Her hands behind her back, as she watched the scene with that small frown.
“Yoohyeon! What did you do?! You know I’m not Karla!” Your eyes met, but there was no empathy in hers. She stared at you blankly.
“Yoohyeon only fulfilled my order which was to catch you, the hacker.” Woman in front of you held up a picture of... someone very similar. You had to admit she looked just like you although you’d never wear her clothes. Nevertheless, your eyes widened in shock.
“I-I-That’s not me, I swear. She looks almost identical, but really it can’t be me. I’m just a waitress and a student during weekends. Yoohyeon knows it!”
You so badly wanted another girl to take action and agree with you. You thought she was smarter than that. There was no way for you to be involved in mafia’s world.
“Woah, have you already fallen for her? You think she’d like someone like you? Oh, please.”
Angry tears blurred your vision. So that’s why Yoohyeon wanted your attention. She was only fulfilling orders. You understood it when she remained motionless against the wall.
“Yoohyeon.” This time leader’s voice was surprisingly stern, far from amusement she was expressing moments ago. One word was enough for the brunette to immediately approach both of you.
“Yes?” Her cautious eyes focused on the other woman.
“Meet me in my office in ten minutes.”
Yoohyeon nodded as you watched the leader walk away. Apparently, now it was her job to look after you.
“Come on, I’ll show you your room.” Yoohyeon said over her shoulder already on her way out of the room. You hated how empty she sounded like. You hated her current facial expression. Who did she think she was? There was no way she’ll tell you what to do.
“Y/N?” Brunette turned around when she didn’t hear you getting up.
“Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere. You know damn right I have nothing in common with mafia! Why did you do that?! Why did you stay quiet when she was talking to me?” You rose on your feet, angry tears now streaming down your face. Yoohyeon clenched her jaw and quickly approached you while pinning against the nearest wall. You froze in her strong grip, you actually had no chance against her muscular body.
“I am only doing my job, okay? Stop whining and follow me. You’re already causing trouble.” She growled in your ear and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so scared.
Her eyes were piercing through you with so much anger, Yoohyeon’s body tightly pressed against your own didn’t help either.
You really were at her mercy. She could crash you any second. For a short moment the two of you had a silent, intense battle with your eyes. Then Yoohyeon stepped back and once again told you to follow her. You had no choice. Slowly you dragged your feet behind her tall figure. While passing through different doors and halls you began to wonder how she could be such a good actress.
Just days ago, God - you didn’t even know how long you’d been there for, Yoohyeon was sending you all these winks and smiles. How could you be so naive? How could you let her manipulate you so easily? This new side of Yoohyeon, her true side that you were now following made your stomach sick. You were terrified of what she was truly capable of.
~ About an hour later ~
Sitting on the floor with your back against the wall you were looking around your new room. There had to be a way to escape. Yoohyeon left you there before heading to her leader. She told you to ‘wait and behave’.
How nice of her, you thought sarcastically.
You sighed and curled your legs against your chest. Hunger was slowly getting at you, as well as tiredness. Although there was no way you’d fall asleep in that poorly-arranged place full of old boxes and pallets. The door had a glass in it, but unfortunately it was made out of bullet-proof glass meaning running away through it was close to impossible.
As you kept eyeing the entrance, it suddenly swung open revealing Yoohyeon with a paper bag of what looked like take-out. After closing the door, she knelt down in front of you.
“Hope you like noodles.”
You stared at the bag she put in the middle of your bodies, a frown building on your face.
Wait, what?
She actually sounded kind, too.
“Not hungry.” You turned your head to the side, refusing both her food and conversation. You knew better, they could poison you.
“I know you are, but whatever. It’s not poisoned or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” Yoohyeon crossed her legs on the floor, her moves remained calm which you took as a good sign. You just had no idea when she’d become aggressive again.
Few seconds of an awkward silence later Yoohyeon spoke again.
“Is it true?” Her voice was really soft, a part of you wanted to believe that she came back to you. “That you’re not Karla and actually have nothing to do with the mafia?”
You met her eyes, aware that Yoohyeon tried to read through you and your emotions - something she was actually very experienced with.
“It is true. I have no idea what’s really going on and this whole situation scares me a lot.” There was a slight crack in your voice. That’s when Yoohyeon’s signature frown came back.
“That mean Karla has doppelgangers. I think that’s the case and you’re simply a victim of hers.” Short-haired nodded to herself, her gaze seemed a bit distant now as she was trying to put pieces together. “Jiu also thinks it could be a mistake that we got you and not her.”
“What does that mean then? Who’s Jiu?” You looked at her, desperately looking for answers. It was about your whole life at this point.
“Jiu’s the leader, she was talking to you earlier. Still, she’s unsure whether or not you’re only acting innocent so we need to wait for her decision.” She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“Are you kidding me? You’re going to let an innocent person get hurt or even killed because of your leader? Fuck, Yoohyeon! It’s my life on the line here.” This was ridiculous, you just had to raise your voice in frustration.
“Shut up. Yelling won’t fix anything.” One sentence was enough for your eyes to fill with tears again. You hated the woman in front of you, with your whole heart you despised her. “My life’s on the line too, if you weren’t aware. Although, Jiu’d never hurt me. We just have to wait few more days and then we’ll know what’s coming.”
As she finished talking, Yoohyeon gently clapped both her thighs announcing that she was done.
“Eat up.” Her monotonous was back the second she got on her feet.
You couldn’t believe she was real, it was impossible for a human being to be so awful. Eating was now the last thing you could think of.
“You know I’m innocent, right?” Before she left, you asked in a small voice filled with a tiny bit of hope.
Yoohyeon then turned around to analyze your features. Her eyes watched you carefully for what seemed like eternity. She let herself stare at you for a moment longer before finally blinking and gulping. She looked away, you had no idea what was going on in her head.
When she reached out for the doorknob you felt a single tear wetting your right cheek. You were convinced that there was no rescue for you, no escape.
She let out above the whisper, but she knew you could hear her.
“I know.”
~ The next day ~
Despite trying your best to stay awake in a foreign, dangerous place, your eyes fell closed eventually. You were completely worn out and mentally exhausted. There were no windows in the room so you had no idea what time it even was and for how long you were asleep.
It was Jiu who woke you up this time.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” She addressed you noticing your body laying on the cold floor. All your muscles were sore because of how uncomfortable your position was. Anxiously, you looked up at her smirking face. “Come on, we’ll have some fun somewhere else.”
With a gulp, you got onto your shaky legs. You had no choice but to follow her. Like a prisoner.
Few minutes later Jiu told you to take a seat on a wooden chair, as she sat down on the other side of the enormous desk. Interrogation began.
The leader kept showing you pictures, most of them being very graphic, but it was the first time you’d seen them. You had no idea who these people, victims were. Even after asking the same questions over and over again, Jiu didn’t believe you. Both of you felt like going crazy. You wanted to be free again and she didn’t really know what to do. Finally, after sighing tiredly, she took her phone and called someone. Jiu spoke shortly, her tone didn’t leave any room to argue.
When a tall, well-built woman came in, you had a hunch where everything was heading to. Especially since she was carrying a baseball bat. They wanted to torture you.
“Handong, look at these.” Jiu’s words made the woman approach the leader immediately. She stood behind her and was analyzing both pictures and documents on the desk.
That was your chance.
You quickly glanced at the massive door before making a decision. You needed to run away, fast.
As if electrified you jumped out of the chair ignoring Jiu’s mad calls and Handong running after you. There was no looking back, as you paced through the huge warehouse. By taking a few random turns, you managed to lose the woman following you. Luckily you found space with no people in it. The only minus was that you didn’t know where to go and what was truly ahead of you. Which is why you totally didn’t expect a sudden set of stairs leading to the basement.
With a groan, you fell down while probably twisting your left ankle. You had no more power in you, no more energy to run. The pain was too overwhelming. The only thing that came to your mind was hiding, so that no one could see you in that long hall.
You crawled behind a huge plastic box filled with some liquid and hid between it and the wall. If someone was using the stairs, they wouldn’t see you.
Then, all of the sudden, you heard two pairs of steps nearing. One from the above, running and another from down the hall - steady and slow.
“Hey! Have you seen that Karla girl?” This had to be Handong on top of the stairs, but who wsa she talking to?
“No, but try in the garage. I heard someone running there.” Yoohyeon.
Your eyes widened and you did everything you could not to make a sound. While holding your breath, you heard Handong running again in a different direction. You were praying that Yoohyeon would also go somewhere else and not notice you.
You remained quiet, just when you thought she was walking away, her face came into your view as she crouched beside you. In shock, you almost yelped but quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Short-haired was watching you with that unreadable expression before smiling amused.
“Watch out for the stairs next time, will you?”
So she knew it was you, but still told Handong to go somewhere else?
“What? Did you just keep me covered?” You couldn’t believe it.
“I know what I’m doing, okay?” Yoohyeon looked at you expecting an affirmation, one of her eyebrows raised. Simply, you nodded not trusting your own voice anymore. “Let’s go, I’ll bring you back to your room.”
It was very weird. Why would she do that when you were in the middle of talking to Jiu? Shouldn’t she bring you back to her leader?
Confused, you got up but was reminded of your injured leg. Yoohyeon saw you flinching with every step you took, but the moment she opened her mouth you protested.
“I’m fine.” Stubbornly, you followed her.
In response, Yoohyeon rolled her eyes and after two more meters of you still not catching up, she turned around. Wordlessly, she closed the distance between you two and lifted you in her arms. You were beyond speechless when she readjusted your body, making you wrap your arms around her neck in a hurry in order not to fall. She held you in a bridal carry method. Her grip really strong, she didn’t even look like she was struggling with all your weight on her.
“Why are you doing this?” You used the opportunity to study her face. Neutral and bored almost as always. That’s what made her so unpredictable. You never knew what she was thinking.
“Why are you so stubborn?” She asked back.
This time, you rolled your eyes.
You chose to stay quiet for the rest of the way. Truth be told, you kind of felt okay with Yoohyeon holding you like that. Almost safe. You enjoyed the leather material of her jacket and the feeling of her hair brushing against your hand as it bounced along with her steps.
Her smell was also nice, strong yet comforting. Finally, you couldn’t help but stare at her lips. They were so close, barely a breath away. Yoohyeon’s whole body was very warm. The contrast to the air and atmosphere around you.
With a deep sigh you hated to admit it, but you liked being this close to her. You wished you could stay like this for a long time.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Yoohyeon smirked at you, noticing how you were constantly ogling her.
“Very funny.” Your response was quiet and filled with sarcasm as your eyes narrowed in annoyance.
Since she didn’t appreciate your staring and teased you about it you rested your head against her shoulder, almost in the crock of her neck. Your breaths must have tickled her skin as goosebumps slowly appeared. You felt yourself smiling gently.
“You can get off now, you know.” Once again her voice was full of amusement. She just loved making fun of you, didn’t she? Although, you had no idea when you even managed to enter your room.
“Right.” Mumbling, you got on your own feet with a pained expression when your left leg hit the floor. Yoohyeon’s hand stayed on your waist in case you couldn’t find balance, for that you were grateful.
“Let me see it.” She helped you slowly sit down and examined your ankle. You gasped when she turned it in her hand a bit too fast. Nevertheless, her touches were gentle, it didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt you. She even apologized for grasping your leg too hard.
“It’s twisted, I’ll get some bandage. Don’t move it too much, okay?”
It’s not like you physically could.
Moments later, Yoohyeon came back with a bandage and a weird smile playing on her lips.
“What’s so funny?” You frowned when she began to wrap your ankle without a word. She was very delicate while helping you.
“Jiu and Handong are still looking for you.”
Are they dumb? Or is Yoohyeon the insane one?
After all, she’s incredibly brave to go behind her leader’s back like that.
“Are they going to hurt me for running away?” Fear present in your voice as you whispered.
“I’ll take care of it.” Yoohyeon said seriously, your eyes met briefly. It was her way of confirming and keeping her promise. Eye contact.
“I see you haven’t eaten yet?” With a glance at the unopened take-out bag, she finished wrapping your your leg. It felt slightly better already. “What food do you like then? Rice, chicken, pizza?”
“Pad Thai’s fine.”
“We’ll go once it’s all over.” Yoohyeon nodded while standing up.
“Are you asking me on a date?” You blurted out of blue. You had every right to be confused. With Yoohyeon nothing was certain.
“That’s for me to know and for you to...” With a light shrug, she turned around and left.
You shook your head and leaned against the wall. What world was she living in?
That was an excellent question.
~
Later that day Jiu visited you for the second time. She seemed to lack some of determination she’d had earlier.
“Yoohyeon twisted your ankle?” Was the first thing she said. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief, she looked comical almost.
You opened your mouth to protest, but were fast enough to catch up on what was going on.
“Yes.” You kept your head low in order not to give yourself away.
“That’s a bit weird of her.” Jiu admitted out loud before remembering what she came for in the first place. “Listen, Y/N.”
It was the first time she used your real name. Did she understand that you were not the one she was looking for?
“You’re in danger now. Karla changed her appearance on purpose so she has people who look like her. Which means that you can be targeted by many people.” You looked up to meet Jiu’s eyes. Her face was serious, but since she was warning you like this, it meant that she’ll let you go, right?
“However, just as much as you’re in danger- you’re also lucky.” Jiu sighed upon seeing your lost expression. “You’re lucky Yoohyeon likes you. She won’t let anybody hurt you.”
Now it all made no sense. It was ridiculous for the leader to even be saying such things.
“But she twisted my ankle.” Unsure, you argued causing dark-haired woman to chuckle.
“She lied straight in my face about twisting your leg. I saw how you fell down the stairs on cameras and Yoohyeon still chose to lie about you. You’ll be safe with her.” Something on Jiu’s face changed. Now, she looked like she was having a conversation with a friends or something. Almost like she was giving advises to someone close to her.
Your tongue was tied. You had so many things to ask her, yet you didn’t know where to start.
“A-Aren’t you mad?”
“At her or at you?” Catching you off guard, Jiu sat down next to you.
“Both?” You honestly felt like everyone there was making an idiot out of you.
“I’ve known Yoohyeon since I can remember. I can tell right away when she’s lying or when she likes someone. It’s the first time she behaved like that, though. She’s never tried to protect someone so much.” You looked down feeling your cheeks warm up. “I’m not mad at her for that. I want her to be happy. I’m also not mad at you. Just frustrated, but nothing about it is your fault.”
You nodded acknowledging, but also appreciating her calm voice. Jiu seemed alright.
Now, you were feeling both excited and very nervous about meeting Yoohyeon again.
You had a lot to talk about.
~
While admiring the first sunset in the last few days you were waiting for Yoohyeon at the back of the old warehouse. Handong was the one who walked you outside. She helped you with the ankle and told you to wait few more minutes for the short-haired.
The second you heard steps coming your way, you turned around. Yoohyeon’s hair was bouncing as she walked towards you, her hands hidden in the pockets of her jacket.
“You up for some Pad Thai?” She asked with that damn smile.
After a nice evening out, she walked you home or more accurately carried on her back. Her strong hands were holding your thighs. Your arms were hugging her neck and you let your body press against her back fully.
“I like your perfume.” You shyly said.
It was now completely dark outside, but you weren’t afraid. Yoohyeon wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You knew that now.
“Thanks, it’s Gucci.” She giggled randomly making you laugh as well. You felt every vibration of hers. Every breath she took.
You wanted to stay close to her forever.
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Getting Hooked
Chapter 2
Hook x reader
Tyler’s POV
Tyler’s POV
I stood in the warehouse, my dad addressing the Lads and me. "We've got trouble with the Don Callis family. They're making moves, trying to muscle in on our territory."
Dante spoke up, "What kind of moves, Taz?
"They're poaching our guys, offering them more money and protection. And they're not afraid to use violence to get what they want." My dad's voice was firm, his eyes blazing with determination.
I clenched my fists, anger simmering. The Don Callis family had always been a thorn in our side, but this was a declaration of war. I thought back to the times they'd tried to intimidate us, the times they'd failed. But this was different. This was a direct challenge.
"We need to take care of this, and fast," my dad continued. "I want you all to keep your eyes and ears open. If you hear anything, report back to me. We'll handle this together, as a family." The Lads nodded, and we dispersed, each of us knowing our role in this upcoming conflict.
Y/N’s POV
I stepped onto the stage, the music pulsating through my body. I lost myself in the rhythm, dancing and spinning to the cheers of the crowd. It was just another night at the club, but I loved the rush of adrenaline it gave me. I felt alive, free, and in control.
After my set, I made my way to the bar, greeting the regulars and new faces alike. Skye, my best friend and fellow dancer, joined me, and we chatted about our plans for the future. We talked about our dreams, our aspirations, and our fears. We supported each other, encouraged each other, and lifted each other up.
As the night wore on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The crowd seemed rowdier than usual, the music louder, and the air thicker with tension. I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the music and the moment.
Time Skip
Tyler’s POV
I slammed my fist on the table, frustration boiling over. Another lead had gone cold, another dead end in our investigation into the Don Callis family's plans. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something, that there was a piece of the puzzle we couldn't quite see.
"Hey, Lads," I said, turning to Dante and the others. "I need a break from this. Who's up for a night out at the club?"
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Taz's club? The one with the...dancers?"
I nodded. "That's the one. I need to get my mind off this case, and maybe we can have some fun while we're at it."
The Lads exchanged looks, then nodded in agreement. "Sure. Let's go blow off some steam."
We made our way to the club, the music and lights enveloping us as we walked in. I was about to head to the bar when I saw Action, my friend, get knocked into by a girl rushing to get out of the way of a group of rowdy patrons.
Action stumbled back, laughing, as the girl apologized profusely. I watched, amused, as they exchanged a few words, and then she smiled and walked away. Action turned to me, grinning.
"Tyler, my man, I think I just got knocked into by an angel," he said, chuckling.
I raised an eyebrow. "An angel, huh? Well, she's definitely a vision."
Y/N’s POV
I was rushing to get out of the way of a group of rowdy patrons when I bumped into a guy, spilling his drink all over the floor.
"Oh, sorry about that!" I exclaimed, as he looked up at me with a charming smile.
"It's okay, I'm just glad it wasn't a worse spill," he said, helping me clean up the mess.
I felt a flutter in my chest as our eyes met, and then he was gone, walking away with his friends. I watched as he joined a group of guys, including a tall, dark-haired one who caught my eye. I couldn't help but stare as they laughed and joked together.
Skye, came up to me, giggling. "Hey, Y/N, looks like you've got a new boyfriend!"
I blushed. "What are you talking about, Skye?"
She nodded towards the group of guys. "The one you just bumped into! He's cute, I'll give you that."
I laughed. "Yeah, he is. But honestly, it was his friend who really caught my eye."
Skye followed my gaze to the tall, dark-haired guy. "Oh, you mean Tyler? Taz's son? I can't believe you don't know who he is!"
I shrugged. "I've never seen him around before."
Skye raised an eyebrow. "Well, let me tell you, he's definitely seen around. He's got a reputation for catching a lot of girls' attention. Including some of the girls here at work."
I felt a surge of surprise. "Really?"
Skye nodded. "Yeah, really. So, good luck with that. You're going to need it."
“Thanks.” I reply dryly.
Authors note: Hey! I tried to make this chapter a bit longer but we finally got yn and Tyler to meet so I mean hey we’re getting somewhere right?😂
Also it might be a few days before I update this again currently in the car otw to get my cast cut off my right wrist so it’ll take me a lil to get adjusted but I’ll definitely have another part out by Thursday. Lots of love-Tori😘😘
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‘Comprador’ refers to an agent of a large multinational corporation whose typical job responsibility is taking a small underdeveloped nation and turning it into a vending machine for a natural resource - oil, coffee, coal, minerals - then getting that nation so dependent on selling those raw materials to that company that they effectively control it.
Unrelatedly, the Global Logistics Network was the single largest anything of 2069.
They weren’t a monopoly, no, no, no. They were… you see, the crowded and fragile system of intercontinental shipping was simply too important to be left in the hands of any single nation. You all saw what happened when the Brits monopolized it, and when the US monopolized it after them. You’ve seen how nations owning major canals turns them into a hive of corruption. Shipping belongs to the world, which means it belongs to the GLN.
They were headquartered in Qingdao, a major city in the Shandong province of China. Don’t be fooled, China fumbled the past few decades as much as everyone else, but every institution needs a head, and every head needs a headquarters, and the headquarters of the Global Logistics Network were located in Qingdao. The complex of skyscrapers that comprised GLNHQ was large and populous enough to form its own city-state, a closed loop of offices, gyms, fabricators, dormitories, labs, shops, copackers, cafeterias, and warehouses. You could spend your whole life there without ever setting foot on the earth itself. Many did.
Such was the Global Logistics Network. Like capitalism rising centuries ago from the sclerotic and shambling remnants of feudalism, the GLN rose from the old ways of hyper-financialized over-leveraged capitalism to create something new, something so new it didn’t even have a name yet. Much like the transition from feudalism to capitalism, things were better overall, but good lord, what a low bar to clear.
Towering above it all at the top floor of the central skyscraper sat Meng “Harold” Jianli, sole co-founder of the GLN. One might wonder how someone could be a ‘sole co-founder,’ and the answer was that the GLN was so powerful and omnipresent that its leader could have called himself a living god for all the power that sat upon his person. He certainly had more power than those who had historically claimed the title of living god.
But Meng “Harold” Jianli was no god, living or otherwise. Despite the vast power seated upon his person, or perhaps because of it,he looked rather disheveled, with a jowly face like splotchy old parchment, a sagging belly, and a crudely functional flat-top of black hair. His suit was slack and rumpled - his weight had a tendency to fluctuate wildly thanks to the stress.
It was stressful, being in charge. Past a certain point, you don’t really get more powerful, you just have more people to babysit and more fires to put out. He had to keep an eye on Novo Karo Bioresearch, or they’d be so excited to show off their new research that they’d start doing eugenics. He had to keep an eye on Vae Victis Engineering, or they’d get so excited testing out their new tech that they’d start a world war. And now, with his hands steepled and his brow furrowed, he had to keep an eye on the vtuber that the American League had elected president.
He stared at Sunny Roosevelt. Sunny smiled back and gave him a little wave.
“I am willing to work with you, miss Roosevelt. The GLN is willing to work with just about anyone, it’s one of our biggest strengths.” He shifted effortlessly between ‘I’ and ‘we,’ treating the two as synonyms. “The issue is, we are still trying to figure out what your administration actually intends to do.”
“Hmm.” Sunny put a finger to her chin, pursed her lips, and looked upward. An ellipsis appeared over her head. “You got a copy of my campaign objectives, right?”
“Are you referring to this?” He held up a single sheet of paper, on which was written ‘make anime real’ in 48-point font and nothing else.
“Yep!”
“And you think this qualifies as a roadmap for your presidency.”
“Personally, I think it’s quite ambitious.”
Harold puttered his lips. “Miss Roosevelt-”
“Please, call me ‘mommy.’”
“Miss Roosevelt, I understand that you are standing on rather shaky ground. The National Board of Directors is being dragged away from the provisional US government days,” he said, which neglected to mention how half of the National Board of Directors were former GLN big names, “and the new state congress acts more like a rehab clinic for celebrity podcasters than a governing body,” he said, which stood just fine without caveats.
“I understand,” Sunny said, nodding and still smiling, “I’m a bimbo who’s in way over her head, so you’re going to unveil the GLN’s big five year plan and tell me to follow it like a good little girl.”
Harold was already in the process of lifting a hefty unlabeled binder, intending to thump it dramatically atop his desk, but the accuracy of Sunny’s comment left him slightly deflated. “I prefer to think of it as an advisory-”
“And then I’ll kiss up to you during our conversations,” Sunny continued, “but stall and drag my feet when it comes to actually implementing anything, and you’ll say,” she loosened her face and dropped her voice, “dammit Sunny, are you trying to play me for a fool?”
“I don’t sound like that. I don’t sound like Richard Nixon,” Harold protested, sounding kind of like Richard Nixon.
“And then I’ll say, it’s not me, it’s the state governors, they just refuse to cooperate. The new congress is one big old boy’s club. Even the Board of Directors is demanding overly-detailed descriptions of everything before they’ll sign off on it, it’s malicious compliance!” Sunny hung her head and threw her hands, wailing, “you set me up to fail, Harold. You set me up to fail, you rat bastard!”
“Are you done?”
Sunny straightened back up. There was that smile again. “Yep. That was fun.”
“In any case, while I understand you are currently something of a figurehead, even figureheads cannot afford to do nothing. Not when a third of the country is still lacking even the barest measures of centralized government.”
“What, you mean the Midwest Autonomous Zone?” A little question mark appeared over Sunny's head. “I mean, yeah, but it’s not like that started with the fall of the old US. Missouri was a dump long before the thirties.”
“Be that as it may-”
“That’s the 2030s, because we’re in the future.”
“Miss Roosevelt.”
“Please, call m-”
“No. Miss Roosevelt, why did you become president if you are so averse to actually presiding?”
Sunny shrugged and let out a huffy little sigh. “Look, most people weren’t exactly begging to have America back. Not even Americans. They don’t want someone with a bold, inspirational vision. Bold, inspirational visions are what start world wars, for George’s sake. I, for one, believe that bench-warming is not just a good idea but a moral imperative.”
“George’s sake?” Harold repeated.
“Saint George Washington. Oh, right, America’s got a brand new religion now, it’s called Founderism. We took the whole Founding Father worship thing and made it an official heresy. Also, Jesus was a small business owner.”
Harold grimaced and considered leaving the former USA to the wolves for a few more decades.
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Regalia City - Club Honey
This is the first story in my Regalia City Series!
Plot: Your friend dragged you out to the newest club that's just opened, and through pure circumstance you meet the owner, who appears to be a charming Fae male...or is he?
First Person Female Reader POV NSFW
TW: Implied mind control/magical influence (if there's more, please let me know in comments or DM)
A/N: If you spot any spelling mistakes, please let me know! <3
At 27 you would think I’d know better than to let Lindsey talk me into going out on the town by now.
It was my first weekend off from work in two weeks, and Lindsey thought the best way for me to spend my hard earned money was to check out the newest club that had opened earlier that month.
The Hive.
It was apparently a 25+ only club on Sunday nights, which would eliminate a lot of the Regalia Tech students and the usual overly rowdy crowd.
There were protests to this ruling (of course), but since Friday and Saturday night were normal nights, their complaints fell on deaf ears. The police and lawyers of the city had even taken the club’s side, as it kept drug distribution and drunken disorderlies on the lower end.
Much to Lindsey’s protest, I’d chosen to wear my most comfortable and cute green dress for the night. I had to remind her that unlike her, I wasn’t actively prowling for a bed buddy. I was joining her at the club to keep her drinks safe, and to have some fun myself.
The club had been built on the corner of Marine Way and Bedell Street, putting it right in the crossroads of the Warehouse District and Late Night Row.
As we got in line behind a half-orc and his human boyfriend, I could feel the bass from the music through the walls. From here you could just barely catch a few beats of the song playing.
A cooler breeze blew by, making me shiver and dance in place.
“I always forget how cold it gets at night this time of year.” I mumbled, rubbing my hands over my bare arms to keep them warm.
Lindsey shifted back and forth on her feet, “I really need to stop wearing open toed heels.” When I gave her a tiny smug smile, as I’d advised her to wear her spiked books instead of the heels, she gave me a hard swat on the arm, making me giggle.
We kept ourselves distracted from the cold by catching up on our respective works’ weekly gossip.
Being the only human assistant manager at a clothes’ store tailored towards Naga, Lindsey usually dealt with the worst kinds of customers and coworkers. If she wasn’t of the “Out Crazy The Crazy” mentality, she’d have quit ages ago. Instead she trucked on, and helped bring in the best sales the store has seen since its opening.
By the time we got to the door, we were having to speak a bit louder in order to be heard over the music that was barely being contained.
The bouncer, an orc standing at 7ft with shoulders wider than the doorframe, gave our IDs a quick check, then gestured for us to go inside.
When I stepped over the threshold I felt as though I’d walked through a sheet of jell-o, raising goosebumps on my arms and legs. Lindsey pointed to the doorframe, “They’ve got this place juiced.”
Looking to where she pointed I saw runes carved into the wood of the doorframe. I couldn’t tell which language they belonged to, but they were clearly active as they were softly glowing in a golden hue.
“Maybe it's an age repellant? You can’t get through if you’re not the right age?” I suggested as we continued down the carpeted stone steps.
From outside, the building had looked like just another warehouse that was in better condition than the rest. If not for the neon yellow honeycomb shaped sign that hung outside the door, no one would know where this place was.
The stairs took us down two flights, then leveled out into a short hallway. Strobing rainbow lights and the silhouettes of dancing bodies beckoned us forward.
The scene we stepped into was something you could truly only find in Regalia City.
The warehouse had been dug down deeper by two stories and divided into two floors.
We entered into the lower floor, which was specifically for the dancers.The floor beneath our feet was designed to look like honeycomb carved from amber, and with each step you took, the section of comb beneath your feet briefly lit up in muted rainbow tones. It was somehow working with the strobe lights overhead, creating just enough lighting that you could see where you were going and who you were standing next to.
The second floor held the stage and equipment for the DJ, and a walkway built into the walls of the warehouse above, connecting to a larger section filled with tables and booths for people to sit and drink.
“This place is bananas!” Lindsey yelled over the music.
Unable to resist I yelled back, “I think you mean, its the BEES KNEES!”
“I hate you so much right now!” Lindsey cackled and towed me towards the bar that I’d missed with my initial sweep.
There was a bar built into the wall just to our right, and I couldn’t quite see it from the lower level, but I thought I could see the edge of another bar on the upper level as well.
We got a couple shots, tossed them back, and went to the dance floor.
~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~
A couple hours, and a few drinks later, I was up on the second floor sitting at a table and sipping some water.
Tequila and excessive jumping around to music do not agree with my stomach.
I’d lost track of Lindsey at least an hour ago when she’d started shoving her tongue down a Naga’s throat. She’d given me the thumbs up behind his back, our basic signal that she was still conscious of what she was doing and that I didn’t need to follow them back to his place.
The DJ was playing a remix version of a song I knew, but couldn’t remember the name of. Each time the beat dropped, and ramped back up the dancers went nuts. Earlier when I’d first come up to the upper level, I’d looked over the railing and watched the dancers.
It was almost hypnotic to watch all their individual bodies moving in time to the music. Groups that had come to the club together would slowly sync up their movements, and you’d see these clumps of people moving in tandem just slightly against the rest of the floor. Add in the honeycomb lighting and it gave me a really strong impression of actual bees in a hive communicating.
Thinking back on that notion, I swept my gaze around the booths and tables.
If this was a kind of beehive, then there had to be someone here who was something of a Queen.
“...OMG is that?”
“No way, what are the odds?!”
“Can you get a pic?! No one will believe us if we don’t have proof!”
There was a group of women in the booth just next to mine, and they’d been relatively calm a second ago, now they were practically clambering over one another to peer over the top of their booth.
Following their line of sight I was able to spot who they were watching.
Over at the bar, a man was behind the counter speaking with the bartender. I’d guess his height to be about 6ft, in his yellow long sleeved shirt, and black slacks, I could see he was lean but not in the skinny sense.
I had to wait for the white strobe lights to flash some white in his direction to see the rich gold of his hair which was styled in what I think is called a wolf cut.
With another flash of white light, I caught sight of movement just behind his shoulder.
‘Wings!’
“Rue! Can we get a picture?! Pretty please?!”
One of the women in their booth must have had just a bit more to drink than her friends, as she’d gotten onto her knees on the seat cushion and started hollering at the man while waving her hand to get his attention.
Her friends were trying to get her to sit back down, nervously giggling and whisper yelling at her.
Fully immersed in the entertainment that was happening, I tried my best not to break out laughing and draw attention to myself. Lindsey was going to be so jealous she missed this, (or not, considering she’s probably getting her rocks off with the Naga.)
To my amazement, as well as the women’s, Rue must have heard her over the music. He said something to the bartender, who laughed, and he came out from behind the counter and made his way towards the group of women.
As he got closer the women subtly adjusted their push-up bras, skirts, and hair to further enhance their best assets.
Sipping at my drink I couldn’t stop watching.
I had no idea who Rue was, but I did know he was quite handsome, and he was most definitely a Fae.
I got a better look at the wings that fluttered and twitched with each step he took, their shape was almost like that of a bumblebee’s, except the rounded curves drew out into points.
When he reached their table and turned to the side, I could make out a honeycomb pattern in the membrane.
Between his clothes and wings, I had a sneaking suspicion as to who he was.
“Good evening ladies. Are you enjoying your time here?”
Even from where I was sitting, I could hear the honeyed tone of his voice in each syllable of his words.
A flush of heat tickled over my skin, and looking at the other women, I could tell they were just as enamored as I was. A couple of them had their mouths slightly open in a gape, while the woman who had initially called him over looked ready to rip his clothes off.
They giggled and chirped their replies about loving the club.
Rue’s lips drew back in a pleased smile, “Glad to hear it. Now what was this about wanting a picture?” His head tilted the slightest bit as he leaned in a little closer, and I swear I heard one of the women gasp.
‘It’s like watching a porno’s opening.’ I thought, still amused.
They all spoke at once and scrambled to dig out their phones from their tiny purses.
There was a bit of squabbling about who’s phone they would use and who would take the picture, since the one taking the picture would need to be the furthest from Rue to get everyone in the shot.
Rue’s smile stayed in place, and I wondered if he was amused or simply used to this scene happening.
His wings gave a small flutter, and his head turned in my direction.
There had still been a decent bit of distance between my spot and where he’d stopped to talk to the group, so I hadn’t been able to tell what color his eyes were.
Now as they locked with mine, I could see they were a vibrant shade of amber with a thicker black ring around the iris.
I was grateful I hadn’t taken a drink of water just then, as I would have surely choked.
Having his full attention on me was electrifying. ‘No wonder those women were losing their minds just to get a picture.’
Rue lifted his hand and gestured for me to come over.
I didn’t hesitate, or even consider declining. I was out of my seat and walking over to him.
“Hi there, I’m sorry to inconvenience you, but would you mind taking a picture for us?”
Rue’s honey voice dribbled into my ears, and that flush I’d felt before turned into a wave of heat.
The women in the booth immediately latched onto the idea, and implored me to help them out, even offering to buy me my next drink in exchange.
Again, I didn’t even consider turning them…him…down.
“I don’t mind at all. In fact you’ve asked just the right person. I’m a photographer by trade.”
This got me a burst of excited exclamations from the women, and Rue’s smile somehow managed to shift into something just a touch more interested.
Or was that just my imagination?
One of the women offered me her phone, which they’d agreed was the better to use as it had the best camera.
I had Rue sit dead center and had two women sit on each side of him. I took a couple pictures in this arrangement, then asked them to switch so everyone had a chance to be center.
The smiles the women gave me were full of gratitude for giving them each a chance to have that moment. While Rue’s smile remained the same for every single picture.
It was just genuine enough to tell me he didn’t mind being surrounded by beautiful women, but it didn’t quite bring the shine of happiness to his eyes that I could see in the womens’. It was most definitely a rehearsed smile.
When I gave them back the phone and they crunched in close to look at the pictures, they squealed and giggled.
Rue leaned in to get a look and his brows rose, “If that’s the quality you can get with a camera phone, I’d love to see what you can accomplish with a proper camera.”
The women all agreed and asked if I had a social media account, and if I handled weddings and other special events.
Ever prepared for new potential business, I had a couple business cards on hand that I gave out.
To my surprise, Rue snagged one of the cards before I could put the rest away. He read over the information then asked, “I’d hate to take up any more of your time tonight, but could I interest you in a business proposition?”
From the corner of my eye I saw the other women try to cover smiles and eyebrow wiggles.The one that had called Rue over even gave me a subtle thumbs up and mouthed, “Do it for us!”
Who says us ladies can’t offer each other support?
“I was actually going to head home shortly, so I don’t mind at all.”
“Excellent, let’s go talk in my office.” Rue pointed to a door that was behind the bar and labeled ‘STAFF ONLY.’
In any other circumstance, I’d be politely excusing myself from the situation or suggesting a time and place that was more out in the open.
I couldn’t be certain if he was using magical influence, or he was just that charismatic, but my mind and body were completely drawn to this man, and I accepted the invitation.
Following behind him, I was able to get hints of his scent. It was earthy, sweet and floral all blended together with an undertone of something that must be his general musk, and it was making my mouth water.
‘I wonder if he’d taste sweet.’
The moment the thought crossed my mind, his wings gave a particularly strong flutter and he gave me a glance over his shoulder that was undeniably heated.
Everything I knew about the Fae came from my required history lessons in high school, and the odd bit of gossip I caught every now and then. One such thing I vaguely recalled was mention of some Fae being able to sense or know when someone was thinking about them, especially if it was something amorous, as it called to their darker nature.
The heat that had settled along my skin turned into a deep flush of equal parts embarrassment and arousal. As he apparently hadn’t minded the idea.
We passed through the staff entrance, and down a small hallway that led to washrooms and a change room for the staff. At the very end of the hall was an unmarked door.
This was the door that Rue opened and gestured for me to enter.
Stepping over the threshold I got that sense of walking through a layer of Jell-o again. Glancing at the doorframe I didn’t see any runes, and guessed that these were a different kind designed for security.
The inside of the office was much more spacious, with a light wooden desk, black pleather chairs and a couch, and walls that were designed with even more of the honeycomb pattern.
My curiosity overcame my etiquette, and later I would just play it off as drinking too much, “I apologize if this comes across as rude, but I’ve been wondering since I got here. Why the beehive theme?”
“Let’s just say it’s personal preference.” Rue teased as he took a seat at one end of his couch and invited me to join him.
I’d expected him to sit behind his desk in his sleek looking office chair, what with this being a business talk.
My mind noted that the door was still open, and the heat I’d glimpsed in his eyes a minute ago was gone.
I sat at the opposite end of the couch and practically melted into the soft synthetic material. ‘I might just steal this couch.’
When I appeared to be settled Rue went right into it, “First let me properly introduce myself. My name’s Rue, and I’m the owner of this establishment.”
Finally having that suspicion confirmed I replied in kind. I didn’t bother with a nickname or just my last name, as was a common safety practice when dealing with Fae, since he’d already seen my name on my business card.
“As you know, we’ve only been open for the last month. Our numbers have been good, and with the rotation of our designated nights, I can’t see our customers thinning out in the long run.” As Rue spoke of his business, the honeyed layer I’d heard from his voice before was more subdued. He was also using hands and his eyes were shining, making it clear how proud he was of his club.
“An idea I’ve been toying with is creating an Instagram for the club to better spread the brand. We’ll eventually be offering merchandise online, such as branded shot glasses, shirts, and keychains. For the Instagram account I was thinking of sectioning off a part of the upper level for a photo op area.”
Realizing where he was going with this I asked, “And you’re wanting to hire a professional photographer to work the area?”
Rue’s smile broadened, clearly pleased that I’d followed his trail of thought, “It wouldn’t be every night of the week, but at least once or twice a week for each of the designated nights. Guests would be able to take their own photos with their phones, or they could pay a small fee to have a professional take the photo as well as have it posted to the Club’s Instagram page.”
It was a rather brilliant idea, and not one I’d heard of other clubs doing either. Sure it was common practice for people to take selfies and pictures of the clubs and tag the business, which was great for publicity, but if that person was placed in the club’s feed, it was just as good as the old fashioned Wall of Fame restaurants tended to do.
“That’s a rather smart approach, and as someone that knows the field, I’m sure any photographer that deals with people would jump at the chance to have reliable income.” I deliberately phrased my words this way so it would open the conversation to a proper offer.
The man had only seen a couple pictures taken on a camera phone, he couldn’t possibly want to hire me for such a coveted position based on that.
Rue’s emotions were apparent as he went through confusion then amusement, “I was rather hoping you would be the photographer to jump at the position.”
“I’d be more than happy to take the job, but are you sure you’re wanting to hire me for it? You’ve only seen one picture from a camera phone. I’d be more convinced if you’d gone through my portfolio first.”
Was I fishing for compliments? Maybe just a little. It wasn’t every day a gorgeous man offered a golden work ticket to someone they’d just met 10 minutes ago.
And there was still that heated glance he’d given me earlier.
Some kind of magic had to be at play, as Rue’s eyes warmed, making the vibrant amber change to the color of liquid honey and his voice returned to that deeper, smooth tone, “I could tell from that picture how good your technique is, and I could tell from how you interacted with those women that you’re goal is always to give the customer the best memory captured in the moment. Am I wrong?”
I was so entranced by his voice, I didn’t notice when he’d shifted closer. The space left between our bodies suddenly felt charged, and heat returned to my skin.
“That’s…pretty accurate.” I was having a hard time getting my brain to think of words, as it was more focused on his eyes, and the more potent presence of his scent. I gently cleared my throat, “You’re deceivingly perceptive, you know that?”
Rue laughed, and the sound of it had my heart squeeze in giddiness.
“It's an effective bonus to my magic. Which reminds me…”
It was as if I’d blinked, and the distance between us was gone.
One of his arms was draped over my shoulders, and his other hand held my chin, allowing him to brush the edge of his thumbnail along my bottom lip.
My breathing stuttered and my brain practically flatlined as it tried to process what had just happened.
“...Just what were you thinking about earlier, my flower?”
Even if I had the ability to control my blush, I doubt I would have been able to do so now. It burned along my cheeks, chest and neck, and where he touched me felt as though my skin was going to burst into flames.
He’d just been offering me a job, and now he was trying to make me admit I’d been having inappropriate thoughts about him.
“I…um…don’t think I should say, since you’re going to be my boss.”
There was a shift in the air around him as his smile edged into the smirk of a cat that was about to eat the canary, and to my awe I saw the black edge of his iris spread out thin lines across the white of his eyes that interconnected into a honeycomb design.
It was a startling and enthralling sight.
Rue must have seen my eyes widen, and his gaze lowered to my lips which had parted to release a small gasp. He seemed to give me a moment to react, as if he were expecting me to try and pull away. When I didn’t do any such thing he inched a little closer, “You’re not my employee just yet, and I think you’ll find the work environment rather lax in that regard.”
The hand that held my chin grazed up along my jaw to cup my cheek, a means to keep me in place and make room for his lips as they came down to meet mine.
The moment his lips captured mine, I heard the door swing closed, and every inhibition I had about this behavior left me.
There was no easing into things.
Our kiss was frenzied, as were our hands as our fingers searched and tore at the fastenings of our clothes.
I vaguely felt the clasp of my dress scrape across my scalp as he pulled it over my head, my own hands popped two of his shirt buttons off in my rush to tear it off him.
Lust allowed me to take a moment to scan my eyes over his chest, and every inch of it looked delicious. Particularly the golden hair that started below his belly button and descended beneath the waist of his slacks.
Desperation and curiosity joined forces and propelled me to taste him.
My mouth trailed kisses from his lips down to his throat, nipping and biting as I went, continuing further down to swipe my tongue over one of his nipples. I felt and heard Rue’s groan, encouraging me to do it again before continuing down.
I moved off the couch and Rue eased himself back, our physical connection never breaking. I wouldn’t let it, my hands or lips needed to keep contact with him. The tang of his skin had the slightest hint of sweetness to it, and that sweetness was the most addicting thing I’d ever tasted.
When my lips reached his treasure trail his hands made quick work of removing his pants. His cock sprang free, and my urgency doubled.
I dragged my nails down his hips as my teeth nipped his skin down to the base of his cock. Rue’s whole body shuddered as he let out another groan. His hands went to my hair to tug on the strands and urge me closer in unspoken encouragement.
Not that I needed any, as I was more than eager to drag my tongue along his cock’s length, giving it a rough flick along the small vein just below the head. Rue hissed a word that wasn’t in English and his grip on my hair briefly tightened.
A bead of precum was already waiting for me along his slit, and I swiped it off with my tongue. I hummed in delight as my taste buds found this to be the strongest hit of sweetness yet. My mouth watered just imagining what his cum must taste like.
My self control held on just enough to make sure I eased him into my mouth, and sucked him in a bit at a time in order to allow my throat to adjust to his girth sliding down. His hands held my head in place and his hips began to snap forward, “My beautiful flower…fuuuuuck your mouth feels so good…so good for me, my flower…”
Over and over his honeyed voice praised me and cursed as he chased his pleasure through the use of my mouth and throat. I’d never been skull fucked before, and in this moment it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I could feel my panties soaking through and the desperation for my own pleasure built to a point that I began to whimper and moan.
“Yes, yes, yeeesss my flower.” Rue’s voice rasped and his hips gave a sharp thrust forward, nearly causing me to gag. He held me in place and I felt the base of his cock engorge forcing my mouth to ease back. There was a strong twitch and a gush of warm, thick liquid surged along my tongue and down my throat.
As I’d hoped, his cum tasted of pure honey with a salted undertone. I swallowed and sucked him dry for every drop.
Rue had to gently force me off his cock, which I did with a pitiful whimper. Lightly coughing and panting hard I moaned, “More…Need more, tastes so good.”
“You’ll have more my beautiful flower, but not until I’ve had my fill of you first.” Rue cooed to me as he pulled me off the floor.
In a daze of pent up need, and still tasting hints of his cum on my tongue, I didn’t even register his fingers pulling off my bra and panties until his mouth latched to my nipple and his long slender fingers stroked between my folds.
I was so sensitive, that touch had me quivering and nearly collapsing to the floor.
He tugged me forward, making me straddle his hips. I arched against his mouth as my hips twitched and thrust against his fingers.
He curled one of them along the edge of my entrance, and I nearly wept in frustration when he didn’t push it in.
Drawing his hand up he showed me the coating of slick that covered his fingers, “Look at this delicious nectar.” He marveled before putting the fingers in his mouth. His honeycombed eyes remained locked with mine as his tongue extended past his lips, showing me that it had changed as well.
It was much longer and more narrow, the edges curled upwards forming a tube that wasn’t completely closed. It twisted and curled between his fingers to lap up every last drop of the slick, all the while a deep, vibrating hum of pleasure came from his chest.
Somehow I could feel that vibration against my core, stimulating me further and with no friction I felt my inner walls clench almost in pain. My hands clutched into his shoulders as I begged, “Rue…Rue please…I need it…Please, please.”
His tongue drew back into his mouth as he smiled in a way that my mind should have registered as wrong. Instead the heavy haze of lust distorted it into a good sign.
Reaching down Rue took hold of his still engorged cock, and ran his head between my folds, “My beautiful flower begs so prettily, of course I’ll give her what she needs.” He pressed the tip just at the edge of my entrance, then drew back his hand so he could take hold of my hips with both.
Without any warning, he shoved me down onto him, and at the same time he thrust up as hard as he could.
Where pain should have been, only overwhelming pleasure blanketed my mind. My climax was so brutal I wasn’t sure I even made a noise, as my lungs couldn’t seem to let out the air.
As soon as the pleasure began to ebb back, my lungs let out a keening moan and an assortment of curses and praises. Rue chuckled, kissing and nipping at my throat and breasts as he began to thrust into me.
My first climax had barely receded as I felt the next beginning to creep up, “Rue…oh Gods…don’t stop…Don’t stop!”
Rue’s only response was to use my hips to move me in rhythm with his thrusts. I didn’t resist or attempt to help other than to keep myself upright. I let him use me as he wanted, as which brutal thrust granted me another surge of pleasure.
I felt my second climax fast approaching, and Rue sensed it as well. He must have, as he did just as I’d asked him not to, and he stopped!
Freezing in place with me lifted off him, his tip barely piercing into me, I whined, “No! No no! Please, was so close!”
Rue’s eyes bore into me as he leaned in close and placed a feather light kiss against my throat, “Does my flower want more? Does she want me to fill her with my seed?” His voice was just as light as his kisses.
My nails scratched along his shoulders, as I felt my climax and the high of my pleasure begin to recede, I was so tightly strung and ready to release I felt as though my skin would break open, “Yes, Gods yes I want that.”
“Does my flower promise…” He kissed the underside of my jaw, “To come work for me…” then the middle of my throat, “and to join my garden?” His lips grazed over the juncture of my throat and shoulder as he whispered this.
Had I been in my right mind, had I not been intoxicated by the effect of his magic (something I came to learn later on) I would have realized the trap and immediately ended things.
But I wasn’t in my right mind, and all I could think of was how it would feel to have him cum inside me.
“Yes,I promise! Please, please just fuck me!”
“Such a good flower for me.”
His grip on my hips clenched, and his cock thrust into me harder and faster than before.
My climax crashed through me harder than the first, leaving me breathless and barely staying up right.
“So good, so so so good for me.” Rue didn’t stop thrusting, not even as the base of his cock became engorged. I felt it press my walls open even further, sending an extra thrill of pleasure into the mix that was consuming my mind.
With a single hard thrust he sent his cock in as deep as it could go just as he began to cum.
My body shuddered from the inside out, as though it were enjoying the sweetness that his body could produce without the use of my stomach.
As the high began to calm, and I was left with the body strength of a cooked noodle, Rue eased me off his softening cock and laid me down on the couch.
The haze lifted from my mind as my breathing slowly came under control, and I gradually realized what I’d done.
Horrified by my wanton actions, as well as his encouragement and influence of it, I tried to muster a glare in his direction.
Rue gently tsked as his hands gently slid along my legs, “Now now, there’ll be plenty of time to be upset later. I still need to get my fill of you before you sleep.”
I was so weak, I didn’t have any strength to resist when he pushed my legs back open and hooked one of them over his shoulder.
Realizing what he wanted I feebly protested, which he ignored and leaned in towards my now saturated and sensitive cunt. I could feel some of his cum already leaking out, which was what he darted for first.
His tongue flicked out, the tip which was somewhat split lapped at the fluids.
From this position I watched his wings stand erect and vibrate, creating a low buzz that accompanied the pleased hum from his chest.
“Just as I hoped, your nectar tastes even better this way.” He sounded entranced, his words were spoken in such a reverent way.
His tongue continued to lap at the moisture along my skin, flicking out and sucking in the droplets into his mouth. Pressing in closer it slid into my entrance, and despite its narrow shape, my walls still registered the intrusion.
Flickers of pleasure played in my mind, and if not for the sensation of warmth being drawn out of me, I would have given into it.
He was sucking his cum and my slick out of me, drinking it up through his tongue.
I had no words to express the shock and terror this was instilling in me. I had no strength to push him back and make him stop.
More concerning, was the lack of will I had to even try either.
Rue had made me promise to be “part of his garden” and I was getting a terrible idea of just what that meant.
FIN.
#modern fantasy#Regalia City#one shot#monster lover#monster lover story#fae x human#female reader#N-S-F-W#S-M-U-T
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spence-tober: day 27 - brewery owner
pairing: brewery owner!spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: in which you and your son (along with someone else special) support the opening of your husband's brewery
word count: 1530
warnings: alcohol, children, announcement of pregnancy, one mention of reader being on birth control, the reader was seemingly very easily able to get pregnant
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Standing outside in the cool, brisque air of the evening isn’t too uncomfortable. It would be without the wool shawl on your shoulders and you make sure to wrap it around yourself a little tighter to keep in your natural body warmth.
You also bend down to your six-year old son, Arthur, and zip his parka up to his chin, making sure he can stay warm as well. He’s tired and you can tell within the next hour and a half, he’ll start getting a little petulant so you keep a close eye on him. There’s some wooden adirondack chairs not too far from you, circled around a controlled fire pit if needed.
Artie could always curl up into a chair if he really got tired quickly. It had been, after all, a long day for him.
He was still getting used to attending school and then after school until you or Spencer could come pick him up. Since the sale of the small warehouse that Spencer was renovating into his very own brewery, Artie was also often carted to and from the warehouse as it was being built, renovated, and decorated. He even helped choose some design elements.
For years, Spencer had only done brewing as a hobby. That was when you first even met him. You always encouraged his hobby and with time, he became very good at it. So good that he stopped working as a bartender and got a few various jobs working for different corporate breweries. It had always been his dream to save up enough money to buy a small place and open his own bar and brewery.
Now, the time had finally come.
The small abandoned warehouse went up for sale and you knew it to be the one. Encouraging Spencer to buy it was a whole ordeal, but when he finally did. When his signature hit the paper and he held the deed in his hand, you knew it was excited to get started. That was a little over a year ago and since then, your husband has poured his heart and soul into the place.
He was currently standing off to the side, eagerly talking to some friends who had come out for the grand opening. It had been successful so far.
The grand opening was set for three o’clock and when Spencer set forth his little speech that he had prepared, there was already a crowd of people. Now, the sun was setting in the horizon, hours later. It cast a nice glow over the renovated warehouse and the backyard patio where everyone now gathered.
People had come and gone and the brewery wasn’t going to be open for much later into the day. At least for it’s first official day being open. Spencer mostly wanted the day to be for friends and family to celebrate, not worrying about the number of patrons or bottles of beer sold.
The large, animated smile told you everything you needed to know. Spencer was happy, very happy.
A yawn breaks you from your thoughts and steals your attention away from your husband and back down to your son. His hold on your hand has gotten a little looser.
“Are you tired, baby?” You ask him, watching him rub his eyes with his free hand.
He hesitates, but Artie nods and with that, you guide him over to an empty large adirondack chair for him to sit in.
“You can just sit here for a bit, then we’ll go, okie dokie?” You confirm with him, bending down in front of him.
He nods and you ruffle his hair. His chocolate brown, messy locks that are so much like his father’s. Artie looked a lot like Spencer. He’s still young, but the way he carries himself, his hair, his eyes. They all match the look of Spencer.
If you asked Spencer, however, he would always point out the little similarities that Artie held to you.
“Hey, Artie. You doing okay, buddy?” A voice says behind you. A very familiar voice. It’s Spencer.
Artie blinks his eyes open a little, willing the sleep away and nods, excited to see his dad.
You turn around and stand up from your position in front of the chair and see your husband. The same chaotic hair and glittering brown eyes. Spencer, however, has started to grow a small beard and has some rough, brown stubble to show for it. He’s wearing an outfit you picked out from him. Spencer has no eye for clothes.
“He’s just a little tired. Had a big day at school with the play and all.” You inform your husband, a smile on your face.
Spencer nods, “Okay, let me just say goodbye to a few people and we can go.” He says.
You shake your head and place your hand on his arm, “No, stay. It’s your grand opening.” You try to convince him.
“Artie’s not long for this world.” Spencer retorts, pointing to Arthur who is, indeed, nodding off into dreamland.
You feel guilty. You feel guilty and you know why. You’ve been together with Spencer for ten years and it had been eight years since his dream originated of owning his own brewery. From taking his small creations that he fixed only for friends and family and opening it to the public. To sharing that experience with everyone. Spencer had been in the midst of saving money, you contributing even to his chagrin, and had budgeted according to when he wanted to propose to you and get married in a modest wedding.
What you hadn’t exactly budgeted for was the arrival of Artie. Even though you had been married for over a year and on birth control, somehow you had fallen pregnant with Arthur. Both of you wanted children, but you always convinced Spencer to save up for his brewery first. Neither of you ended up regretting the unplanned Artie, but you had always felt a bit guilty when some of Spencer’s savings drained for baby Arthur.
“But Spencer, you won’t get another grand opening. You should stay and enjoy it, I’ll take Artie home.” You offer.
He shakes his head, “No.” Then he takes your hands in his, rubbing his finger comfortingly on the back of your hand, “The brewery doesn’t come before you or Artie. We always tuck him in together.”
“But this is your dream.” You say in a last ditch effort.
Spencer shook his head again, “You’re my dream. You and Artie and any other children we might have in the future. Nothing comes above my family, that’s my dream. I just happen to be living it everyday.”
You concede and nod, letting Spencer run off to an employee to get them to close up for the night. You say your rounds of goodbye to your friends who have come out for the night of celebration, always keeping a watchful eye on your son.
Collecting your son in his strong arms, Spencer scoops him up and has no problem walking with him through the backyard where you are led back into the main part of the brewery.
A long bar stretches across the metal room with lines and lines of drafts for the bar with a few added concoctions of Spencers. Tables and other fun decorations fill the rest of the space with a few added streamers and banners just for the grand opening.
“Did you see my surprise for you?” Spencer asks you as you walk through the room.
Artie is out completely now, so there is no need for whispering between the two of you. You carry your own things, plus Spencer’s and Artie’s.
You shake your head, “No, what was it?” You show a confused expression on your face.
He’s as confused as you are, “The drink menu. Your favorite is officially named after you. I thought it was a sweet gesture.”
“Oh, I didn’t get a drink tonight.” You explain to him. You get the front glass entrance door for all three of you.
“You didn’t?” Spencer asks, even more confused now.
A smile curls up on your lips. You reach your shared vehicle and grab something out of the floorboards near Artie’s seat. Somewhere Spencer wouldn’t have seen it since you had left the grand opening early to pick Artie up from after school, then heading back to the brewery.
Spencer transfers Artie into his car seat in the back, putting the seatbelt on for him as he’s still asleep and takes the bag you hold out to him. He’s still quite confused and can’t see into the bag as you’ve filled it with tissue paper.
“Artie will be quite put out that he wasn’t able to give this to you, but we can just pretend in the morning.” You say, vague about the actual contents of the bag.
Spencer gently sifts through the bag and then takes out a singular card. Before he can even read the words, his eyes lock onto the ultrasound that hangs on the cardstock paper.
“What?” He says softly. It’s a rhetorical question and you know he’s saying it out of shock and surprise.
“We’re pregnant again.”
a/n: i always try to make the names true to character for Spencer. Luma with his philosophy lightbulb joke he made that one time and the fact Diana can mean luminescence. Then Diana, of course, his mother in the show. And now Artie, or Arthur, after Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, also known as his favorite author in the series. just little Easter eggs.
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(HEAR ME OUT) i want to write a llorumi au fic but i have so many wips so i will write them out as headcanons as of now
this is a highschool au - mostly similar to the movieverse, but everyone is powerless, there's no ninja, and garmadon is incarcerated in jail. lloyd montgomery and harumi jade are enemies (to friends) to lovers, and they're forbidden lovers because of status quos
main notes:
harumi does not have the traits of being a princess in the canon (kindhearted, sweet) because that was a mask that she wore; that was not her. in this au, harumi is sarcastic, bold, risky, and wants to let go of her bitter past. no, she is not vengeful nor is she manipulative, but she is one of the four founders of the bikers
lloyd's personality is a mix of the show (mellow, sassy) and the movie (quiet, compassionate). yes, he's a nerd - he's part of the dungeons & dragons club and loves starfarer
the bikers are a semi-large group of delinquents who like to ride bikes and motorcycles and are like a found family for each other, mainly consisting of high school teenagers and young adults. the bikers are commonly rumored to be a gang of thieves, but within the bikers, their only real motive is simply to be a shoulder to lean on for each other in the group. the founders include harumi, killow, violet (UV), and echo (mr. e), and they usually occupy laughy's karaoke bar on friday nights
the dungeons & dragons club is run by mr. wu, lloyd's uncle, and they meet once every wednesday. the club consists of lloyd montgomery, kai and nya smith-jiang, jay walker, cole brookstone, zane julien, and morro wu. their current campaign is a story about a team of ninja trying to fight off a ghost who's taken the green ninja, lloyd, captive and under control
more information under cut!
plot (so far):
harumi is one of the “popular students you’d want to avoid + rumored to do illegal activities with a gang” kind of people
lloyd is known to be part of the d&d club at school and being friends with the ninja (due to being part of the d&d club), and regularly hangs out with the ninja (minus morro) at school
harumi and lloyd know each other by name and surface level information (harumi heavily rumored to be part of a gang + doing illegal activities, lloyd being your local d&d and starfarer nerd). they’re in opposing groups at school which lowers chances of interaction by an extreme
that is until lloyd and harumi get stuck in detention after school
after they leave school at a later hour, lloyd and harumi get stuck in a sticky situation (that i haven’t figured out what it’d be yet) and they have to depend on each other to get them both out. tooon of banter and insults, sarcasm and sassy quips
eventually they find the bus station and they sit on opposite aisles, ignoring the other because “he’s so annoying” and “she’s extremely reckless”. but then lloyd eventually caves in and thanks harumi for helping them out. harumi doesn’t say thanks back for his help
after that incident (which surprisingly no one knows about), they start noticing each other more often outside of the surface level information they have of each other. sometimes in hallways, they make accidental brief eye contact, but they don't do anything else to acknowledge each other. lloyd’s okay with not having to talk to her at all
one week after the incident, there’s a note left on his desk in neat (though unfamiliar) handwriting that’s telling him to meet at the docks at 4pm after school today. nya leans over his desk to read the note, and lloyd has a gut feeling that he knows who the note's from. nya tails him to the docks
lloyd finds harumi in a secluded area away from the crowded areas in the shadows of one of the warehouses. harumi tosses him a keychain of one of the characters from starfarer. lloyd never knows if she ever stole that keychain or not, but he finally agrees to take it as a thank you note from harumi
the next day, his backpack is seen with the starfarer character keychain dangling from one of the zippers
hanging out / eventual dates:
at some point, harumi drags lloyd along to a party and encourages him to relax and do some illegal activities with her (underage drinking, sneaking in/out), which lloyd reluctantly agrees to
but surprisingly he finds excitement in sneaking out and meeting harumi after curfew
(note: harumi has never personally introduced lloyd to the bikers)
lloyd or harumi at one point gets their drink spiked. i think one being delirious from the spiked drink is what makes the other realize that they have a crush on them
they start doing legal activities after that
i imagine at one point lloyd and harumi go hiking and lloyd experiences some sort of near-death situation and harumi saves him from death
harumi takes lloyd bike riding (she also teaches him some cool tricks) and lloyd introduces harumi to a bit of martial arts (he teaches her how to use a sword)
when harumi admits she’s never had a cake before (or really any kind of sweet food), lloyd is determined to get her to try sweet foods
lloyd takes her to a popular bakery and he makes her try some of their sweets, and he also helps her order bubble tea for the first time. harumi finds a new liking to red velvet macarons and lychee milk tea, and she learns that lloyd loves lollipops and jasmine milk tea
by the time they start regularly ordering bubble tea, they know each others’ go-to orders by heart (including desired toppings, exact sugar and ice level)
the employees there know it, too
childhood talking:
i imagine at some point later on in their friendship they talk about their home lives and their parents
harumi was adopted since her biological parents died in a building collapse when she was 10 years old
her adoptive parents have (very) high expectations for her, but she’s been struggling with school lately so her adoptive parents have her grounded until she can get her grades up
lloyd’s father has been incarcerated in kryptarium prison since he was 8 years old
lloyd wants to hate his dad, but he misses him, and he hates that he misses him
so it ends up becoming a vent-dumping session but they bond over their somewhat shared childhood experiences and they laugh a little about how opposing their lives were and are
jealousy:
lloyd is jealous of harumi because of how bold she is. sure, she breaks the law for fun, but there's something about harumi's determination to help those who need help that lloyd appreciates. she's everything that he wants to be: confident and bold, and a lot less self-conscious
harumi is jealous of lloyd because of how he wants to see the good in everyone. there's something endearing about the way lloyd rambles about his d&d party and the latest edition of starfarer that harumi enjoys. there's traits that she wants to have from him, too: kind and wanting to see the good in people, and she wants to let go of her bitter past
when the ninja and koko find out who lloyd’s been hanging out with:
their suspicion about harumi is collective
i imagine kai specifically tails him sometimes just to be sure harumi doesn’t make any weird moves on lloyd
the ninja ask lloyd why he’s been hanging out with a delinquent to which lloyd argues that she’s not a delinquent, but their words about harumi stick with lloyd
but overall they mainly miss lloyd because he’s been abandoning d&d sessions to hang out with harumi
at some point, probably a little over 6 months since becoming friends with harumi, koko grounds lloyd for sneaking out, which eventually causes lloyd to tell the truth about harumi
the excuse he uses to his friends and family when it comes to hanging out with harumi is that “i want to just be her friend outside of criminal activity” but to himself he’s like “i can fix her.”
koko wants to be supportive of lloyd, but she doesn’t want lloyd to make the same mistake of falling in love with a criminal. koko forbids lloyd from seeing harumi again
this is also when lloyd realizes he’s falling in love with harumi and he berates himself for falling in love with someone who has a bad reputation. “this is literally the worst person you could ever fall in love with what is wrong with you you need to stop being friends with her” that kind of thing
but also she’s like a drug to him. like he wants to be around her and he wants to learn more about her, he loves hanging out with her. like there’s nothing holdin' me back by shawn mendes energy do u get what i mean
when the bikers finds out who harumi’s been hanging out with:
the bikers would be pretty surprised that harumi has been hanging out with someone who’s pretty adamant against breaking the law of all people, but as long as harumi's happy, they’re happy too
they definitely question harumi if she likes him, and she denies any romantic feelings towards lloyd (she has been denying any romantic feelings towards lloyd for months by now)
at laughy's, harumi distances herself from the bikers, looking out the window as she tries to sort her thoughts out. ultra violet notices her strange behavior and they talk for a bit
killow and mr. e reassure that all the bikers care about harumi, and if she wants to focus more on dating, they'll support her
mr. e at one point realizes that the guy harumi has a crush on is e's boyfriend's younger cousin and they take a moment to process this information (yes i'm being self-indulgent and adding citrusshipping / morro x echo)
harumi comes to terms that she does have romantic feelings for lloyd, but she's afraid that if she tells him, he'll want to leave because it'll be so awkward and they're already good friends and she doesn't want to ruin that friendship by admitting her feelings for him
lloyd notes + headcanons:
when garmadon was still around as his father in his life, their family was rich. like they live in a mansion rich
garmadon was a good person and a great dad and husband
shortly after garmadon got arrested and was sent to a number of years in prison, lloyd and koko moved to ninjago city to start a new life away from their first home
lloyd also stole stuff as a kid, specifically starfarer comics. he was also the kid that harumi saw who stole that pack of oreos (he was 8 years old at the time)
however, when lloyd was caught stealing the newest edition of starfarer, he was given a talking to by mother doomsday and lloyd agreed not to steal anymore
koko helped lloyd bleach his hair. his birth hair color is brunet, like garmadon’s
lloyd's favorite candy is lollipops
lloyd is a cat person and has a weird obsession with mythical creatures like dragons and oni
lloyd’s style of clothing is fairly casual and green oriented, and he always always wears converse sneakers
lloyd is part japanese and chinese
the king of sass
harumi notes + headcanons:
when harumi’s biological parents were still alive, they were pretty tight on money, but they were happy
she is a rebel with little/no cause, and she’s been a bit of a rebel all her life
i imagine the rebelling started when her bio parents were still alive. at the prime age of 8 years old, harumi witnessed some kid stealing a pack of oreos at the grocery store without getting caught and she was like “i wanna do that!” so she started stealing little things like keychains or small toys from popular stores or even graphic tees
when her bio parents found out she was forced to return them and she apologized, but she gained the habit again after her bio parents died
harumi's clothing style is a mix of punk/emo and a whole lotta purple
she also really likes keychains and pins, but she hates wearing hats
she bleached her own hair out of spite of her adoptive parents
she's a cat person and has a weird obsession with spiders. she finds comfort in the lullaby "spider in the house"
she is japanese
the queen of sarcasm
i think harumi and lloyd’s personalities would clash really well together and, given the right circumstances, a love story between them could work out :D
anyways would anyone be interested in a story like this hehehe
#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon#lloyd#ninjago harumi#harumi jade#princess harumi#llorumi#alternative universe#ninjago movie#movieverse#enemies to friends to lovers#enemies to lovers#star crossed lovers#high school#ninjago au
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I can't help but say it. I'm sorry for my English and my description, but I can't keep this to myself for long.
It always seemed to me and it seems that Bumblebee-teenager and his rebellious phase beam long before he was deprived of his voice.
And at the very beginning (about 12 years old), he was eager to get into the courses (?) to become a scout. He lacked the attention of Jazz and other scouts.
But no one wanted to let him go there and there were reasons for that.
First and most importantly, Bumblebee was too young to make such decisions. Secondly, the academy was far from the Icon base. Could be at risk of attack, although they tried to control it. And the third is the banal anxiety for the baby, who has lived at the base since birth.
Bumblebee protested a lot, for which he was often punished. But he didn't give up.
One trait of his character was stubbornness. Which was very disliked by others. Especially the bots that took care of him.
One night, trying not to disturb anyone, Bumblebee stole a travel bag from the warehouse. Before that, he found out which ship would go towards the academy. But there were no ships directly to the academy, so he chose the one that would be closer to him. And it's a one day to walk to the academy.
Therefore, he threw two cubes of energon, all the documents necessary for enrollment into his travel bag and the map. And for Optimus and the Elite, he left a note in his room on the bed.
The ship was a cargo ship and left only in the morning. Which was unlikely, given his loud behavior lately. But he did it.
The ship moved slowly and carefully and it took about 12 hours for it to arrive at the site. It was hard for Bumblebee to sit still and not fidget.
Therefore, when the ship began to be unloaded, he almost got caught. He accidentally knocked over some boxes, attracting a lot of attention. He ran away, but it seemed to him that he was noticed anyway.
He somehow got his bearings on the map, but he still wasn't sure if he was going right. The path was difficult for him. Bumblebee was still a stubborn child. He still made a little mistake in the coordinates and moved away from the academy a kilometer to the right. He panicked, but he didn't give up his stubbornness.
It was already evening. And the lights began to light up in the academy, greeting the warships and helping those who left the academy for some reason to navigate (The Academy was not afraid of enemy raids). And it helped him, but because of the panic, he did not immediately notice the lights.
At the academy itself, in front of the officers, he pretended to be an orphan in need of training and a roof over his head. He even started crying (one-actor theater). He was accepted.
Everything was revealed when Elite-1 arrived at the academy on business. She looked tired and exhausted. She saw Bumblebee in the crowd and asked the officer who this little bot was, and asked him to bring him to her office in the evening, claiming that she knew his parents. She was angry and relieved that he was okay.
She scolded him severely, but left him at the academy.
Upon returning to Iacon's base, she told the others where Bumblebee had gone. Optimus was a little disappointed, but at the same time glad and reassured. Ratchet was angry about Bumblebee's character, and Jazz laughed for a long time.
#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#bumblebee#tfp bumblebee#maccadam#optimus prime#tfp optimus prime#tfp elita one#elita one#headcanon#tfp headcanons#transformers headcanons#text post#text#maccadams
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Mikhail Korolyov
Anja mentioned (Belongs to @adlerboi )
Born: December 20th 1912
Age: 37 (As of 1949) & 69 (As of 1981)
Nationality: Russian
Gender: Male
Height: 182.88cm (6ft)
Parent(s): Unknown
Hair colour: Brown (Greying)
Eye colour: Blue
Nicknames: None _________________________________________
Personality:
A perfect manipulator to get whatever he wants— Mikhail is a master mind manipulator, discrace to all that is good, there's no other way to describe him, other than he's just like all the Mafia members before him
Likes: his dolls, laundering money, selling firearms, alcohol, cigarettes, getting tattoos done
Dislikes: Anton Volkov, any other of his rivals, loosing control
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Backstory:
Not much is known about Mikhail, other than that he just appeared in thin air one day In the criminal underworld. Once fought in the second World War, with no other choice than to be sent to prison. He did his time in the Russian Army, and leaving Immediately in 1945', at the age of 33 years old.
The war was a blur to him, not that it mattered to him. But he did it just because he didn't want to be seen as a coward, and go to prison because of it.
Growing up poor and in the streets of Russia, In a undisclosed large City; He always fell into the wrong crowd like many others, from underground brawl fights, typical games that almost cost his life he always got back up and fought back.
A few times he had gotten in and out of prison, he got various tattoos while serving his time. Covering up his whole body with them. (Though he never did much time, because he always escaped one way or another. He always had a way)
Building his reputation in the underground world he fell first into a Mafia group, at the right place at the right time hed say. Willingly proving himself. Over time he climbed up the ladder and became second in command, and then soon the leader after the original one passed away.
Mikhail became a well respected man over the course of 4 years in 1945, you could always go to him with a problem; As long as you're willing to give him some form of payment back.
He had a large ring of prostitutes, alcohol, fire arms in his grip. The only way he made people stay and serve him is through manipulation, and black mail of course.
It was always dangerous to come to him with a personal problem, because he'd always use it against you to make you stay with him.
In 1949 with his Mafia group in full swing, he was the boss to Anja Petrochenka (She became a personal doll to him) Up until 1960 until she decided to go and work with Perseus.
Enraged that Anja had left him Mikhail constantly retailed and always raided Volkov's warehouse as he was a close ally to the Perseus ring.
Later in 1960 he successfully kidnapped her but she soon got rescued by Volkov's men in the process. After that he fled into the dark before anyone else could get him.
And as for 1981, his whereabouts are currently unknown. Which meant Perseus had no way of getting him.
With the death of Anton Volkov in 1981, Mikhail found his way to Anja again once more and inserted himself into her life again.
#call of duty#cod#black ops cold war#cod cold war#black ops#call of duty cold war#oc#ocs#cod oc#mikhail korolyov
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Autonomy and Worse Things
part one of Give It Up for the Ghost (The Band AU)
ao3 fic link / ao3 series link
49k, angst and hurt/comfort, identity issues, electric core AU
In a moment of stress, Danny develops a new power, one far too electrically reminiscent of his death. With it, he can play puppeteer: when he speaks, people will listen, and they'll have thought all along the idea was their own. It's a terrifying power—and when Danny fails to control it, his friendships are left shattered in its wake.
A narrative that explores this new ability, everything else it dredges up, and makes halting steps towards a ghostly coming-of-age.
Invisobang 2023 is here!! This year, I've finally sat down and written the first leg of The Band AU, which is an AU I've had cooking in my brain for the last four or five years. People have explored band au concepts in that time (and I have looked on in envy...) but finally, here's the start of my take on it. It doesn't include the band just yet, though!! Autonomy and Worse Things goes over the events leading up to Danny joining the band, and future installments in the series will feature the band directly.
That said, this fic is about autonomy and reconciling powers that violate autonomy. It's also about friendship, and about those first few steps toward self-acceptance.
See a preview of chapter one below:
Chapter One: The Thief Death and How Brains Taste
The city is something so terribly alive, like this.
Overlaid atop the neat streets and reaching buildings is a half-there vibrance: thin gold lines that reach and tangle, not a true visual but a felt sensation. Wired electricity is threaded through every boulevard and side-street; it snakes within each home and office. It pulsates, voltage moving. Amity Park, energized, is made to shiver.
Above it, Phantom feels the city, eyes closed. He tracks the power. He notes its normalcy and its anomalies—the record store on main needs to call an electrician—and tries not to get overwhelmed by just how much of it there is. Three years ago, his corpse arced with light, and the light never left.
It was a cruel trick. Even as he shied away from light switches, from the microwave, from hair dryers and his parents’ wretched laboratory, he could not get away from himself. From humanity, who rely on electricity in everything. From his core which shows it all to him—which tells him in such excruciating detail all the many things that could light him up.
So he submitted to it. Phantom let lightning play between his fingers.
Eventually, it stopped terrifying him into detransforming.
Phantom opens his eyes. Below, he sees streets and buildings and nothing more. Thin crowds of people walk along, huddled in coats and scarves. All is as it’s ever been. But, for Phantom, the sixth-sense sensation of Amity Park’s electric web persists, forever-hum held in his cheek. A worse reminder of his death for its eternity.
He endures it. He can only endure it.
Static patters its way up his spine and shocks his hair straight up. Phantom snaps alert, turning his attention back to the web. He sinks into it, parses it, and… there. The south end of town, where a few warehouses are. The web ripples. A disturbance; a ghost.
He sucks in and lets out a useless breath. And then he flies.
Keep reading on AO3!
#danny phantom#danny phantom fanfiction#dp fanfic#invisobang 2023#invisobang#danny fenton#tucker foley#sam manson#ember mclain#mine#dp
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Rushin’ through me like a fire Part 6
A Steddie Club AU
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And he finally gets a chance to do what he’s wanted all night, tracing the line of scars from Eddie’s neck all the way down to his collarbone, featherlight touch in case Steve makes the wrong move here. But goosebumps trail in his wake, Eddie’s hands tensing on his thighs, that flush spanning the length of his neck. One of Steve’s hands settles on Eddie’s chest, slipped between the rips, right over Eddie’s heart, fingertips lightly grazing the raised skin.
“They’re from a fire,” Eddie says, voice calm even as Steve identifies a dangerous, uncertain look in his eyes. “People always ask. Figured I’d get it out of the way before you could.”
Steve’s hand slips, unsure if he’s allowed to keep touching, but Eddie must sense the movement and stops Steve with a touch to his wrist, holding his hand in place.
“You can touch them. No one’s touched them like this before." Eddie doesn’t drop his hand, just keeps thumbing along his wrist. Now they’re both covered in goosebumps. “My parents were musicians, always away at shows. They left me with my uncle Wayne a lot while they were on the road.” He runs his hand down Steve’s arm, gently cupping his elbow. “Once I was old enough, I would go to as many shows as I could, just wanting to be closer to them. But they were always in these dive bars. Places that could barely pass inspections. Nobody really pays attention to fire codes in places like that.”
There’s a heavy pause before Eddie continues, “One of those places only had one exit, about as far from the stage as you could get. Some dipshit lost control of a cigarette backstage and lit the whole place up in flames. They had all these ratty old curtains that made it worse. I tried to run to the stage, but I got dragged out of the place. Some of the rafters came down on me, fucked up my side and my face.” Another pause. His gaze unfocused and lost in the memory. “That was the last time I saw my parents.”
Steve knows there’s not anything he can say to make that loss easier, but it does make him think about the bar downstairs. How it’s named Hellfire. How the bar is branded with flames. How Eddie’s scared of crowds. How Eddie made it into a safe haven despite his fear.
“Is the club in honor of them?” Eddie’s eyes meet his again. He nods slowly.
“It didn’t start that way. I had all this money I didn’t know what to do with. They weren’t the fucking Beatles or anything, but they had a few albums do well and didn’t spend much of it before they died. Got a bit from their life insurance. Got even more when their house sold. Used a bit to pay the medical bills. Gave some to my uncle. Put the rest into this place.”
“It was a grimy old warehouse when I started. An absolute shit hole. But Chrissy and the guys from my band helped fix it up, we all worked to make it the place it is now. It gave me a really good outlet after everything happened. I was so angry and I got to hammer shit all the time.” He chuckles darkly, ducking his head. “Sorry I didn’t mean for this to get heavy.”
“Eddie,” Steve taps Eddie’s chin, raising it until they’re looking at each other. “Hellfire is like a home to me, to a lot of people. You made it into this safe place. Not just for yourself, but for others.” He plays with a strand of Eddie’s hair that’s come loose from his ponytail. “Your parents would be proud. Thank you for telling me about them.”
Steve leans down and presses his forehead against Eddie’s, meaning for it to be gentle, but Eddie surges up and kisses him. Grasping onto Steve’s thighs, he tugs him closer, sliding one hand around to the small of his back, pressing until it feels like there’s no space left between them. Chest to chest, Steve can feel how hard Eddie’s breathing, the way they both are trying to suck the oxygen out of each other.
It turns frantic fast, tongues battling it out in each other’s mouths and hands wandering under shirts. The lithe expanse of Eddie’s neck has been teasing him all night, flushed red and glittering with sweat. Steve breaks their kiss to lean down and lick up a bead of sweat, tongue following its trail before latching on with an open mouth and sucking on the side that’s not covered in scars. A high pitched mewl leaves Eddie’s throat, the vibration egging Steve on, desperate to hear that sound again.
Eddie’s sunk down enough that his head is thrown back against the armrest of the couch, leaving his neck on display for Steve, a pale column of flesh that Steve wants to sink his teeth into and not let up until Eddie’s a whimpering mess in his hands. He takes his time, alternating between a harsh sucking motion and soft delicate kisses until he sees bruises start to form. Pulling sound after sound from Eddie, blissfully leaving his mark and savoring the tangy salty taste of their exertion from earlier.
He takes a minute and runs his fingers along the scars on Eddie’s shoulder, holding the fabric of his shirt to the side and peppering kisses along the scars on the left side of his neck. A full body shudder takes over and Eddie’s hips buck up, seeking friction from Steve, his hands clenching on Steve’s thigh and back.
“Steve, baby,” Eddie whines, “please stop teasing me. This’ll be over before it even starts if you don’t stop. I haven’t even seen you naked yet.”
He sits back on his heels, both of them panting and staring at each other with dilated pupils and puffy, kiss-slicked lips. Eddie looks completely ravished, like Steve’s already taken him apart, neck littered in marks and hair so tousled it's barely in a ponytail at all anymore. Steve probably doesn’t look much better, with his polo tugged halfway out of his pants.
Steve pulls his shirt off in one quick motion, tossing it somewhere unknown. Eddie’s breath hitches in his chest, staring up at Steve with wild eyes. He feels like an entire meal that Eddie wants to feast on. This frantic want, but slow devotion is almost too much for Steve. It’s nothing like anyone he’s slept with before and they’re still mostly fully clothed.
It’s time to change that.
“Should we relocate?” Steve asks, nodding towards the bed and climbing off of Eddie’s lap.
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what I find interesting & frustrating is that every time some rich fuck(s) with all the available resources at their fingertips completely & entirely ignore every aspect of safety, regulation, protocol, etc. in literal pursuit of money (source: the article about the CEO's goals of working with oil/gas companies), there's always going to be a group of people being like "we have to be the bigger person, thoughts and prayers" when none of these people give a shit about any one of us. in a time when the wealth gap feels bigger than ever, homelessness & poverty is on the rise, during massive inflation & a recession after a global pandemic that told us no one in power gives a fuck about you, who is this compassion for? yes they're human, yes everything about this is horrifying, but these people willingly walked into a death trap & paid 250k to do so! I have to wonder why is it always on us to "be kinder, have sympathy for another human being" but I never hear this directed at a billionaire from the same crowd scolding us "jealous broke haters" & when does it end? if/when we reach irreversible climate change, when ppl lose their jobs/homes/wages, when ppl die in a warehouse during a tornado so some guy can make more money than they can spend in a lifetime, is that crowd still going to be like, "well those billionaires are human beings, have some respect"? anway I don't personally blame anyone who finds the jokes distasteful but the "thoughts and prayers" crowd isn't any more morally superior imo, we're all doing the same thing, which is posting our opinions online which doesn't do anything to help (or not help) find the carbon fibre can piloted by a $40 video game controller
exactly ^^^
Also this is not something that is going to go away. As technology evolves and we are able to travel to these places that we couldn’t have before (like the bottom of the ocean or space) you better believe that the ultra wealthy are gonna be right there with the first ticket to explore new places and cease opportunities that will not be given to the vast majority of the rest of us
like the CEO of oceangate Stockton Rush had absolutely no intention to offer his technology to regular people like us. In a previous interview he said that his ultimate goal was to start creating ways for humans to explore and live in the ocean where you can live in safety from the above world environment and climate changes inevitable damage. but this dream (if it somehow ever happened decades in the future) was meant for the wealthy only. people who could pay millions and millions of dollars to “live underwater” and away from harm.
It’s the same thing as Elon Musk’s dream of building some space colony by the moon or whatever. You think that’s going to open to everyone? Of course not- only the super wealthy will get to cease these opportunities. Only the wealthy will get to be saved from the environment that they destroyed. and therefore the wealthy will continue to die in the most bizarre situations imaginable like maybe on a spaceship to see the moon years from now (I’m calling it right now) or in a tin can at the bottom of the ocean to see the titanic
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