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pinoyrella · 3 years

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Haikyuu Boys Throwing a Rock At Your Window

Like you know that “trying to get the attention of someone” cliche mostly from those cheesy American rom-com films? Yeah THAT throwing rocks at your window

FT: Bokuto Koutaro, Ushijima Wakastoshi, and our one and only Miya Atsumu x GN!READER

GENRE: Mostly CRACK, Fluff (mostly Ushijima’s).

Word Count- Total: 4,900 +

Ushijima’s: 1,502.

Bokuto’s: 1,166.

Atsumu’s + Bonus: 2,297

TW: A lot of cursing, esp w Atsumu’s. there are a few slight NSFW jokes (im sorry im like this)

Quick PSA: (before we begin!!)

1. I just wanna thank my bb @babydontstoop for staying up w me until 3 am in the morning thinking of this stupid shit, love her so much we got more ideas coming soon!!

2. Also im so sorry the first half of atsumu’s is basically just inarizaki shenanigans, i don’t know why its there or how it even got to that, but imma just keep it there for the sake that maybe some of you guys might enjoy it and i spent so much time on it asdghkd ToT. i added a little “start” if you want to skip the the x reader content tho!! I hope you guys enjoy my first work!! MWAH ILY!! Thank you so much again!!

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

I feel like our ushi gushy would be in on it

But only bc Tendou influenced him telling him it's what ppl do nowadays

“Wakatoshi-Kun ur not throwing hard enough I don’t think she heard it”

And he would just look at him n be like “ok”

THEN THROWS IT W THE SAME STRENGTH HE USES TO SPIKE

AFSDGHJK RIP Y/N

It definitely did not only smashed thru ur window, it winds up denting ur wall

“Wakatoshi-kun~” Tendou’s cheerful voice pops into Ushijima’s dorm. “It’s time to give me back this week’s “Jump”! I brought a new one, it’s a bit different from what I’ve been giving you to read!”

“I’ve just finished reading “Removes Unnecessary Hair and Leaves Skin Feeling Silky Smooth” Ushijima replies monotonously with said manga in his grasp.

“You’re still reading the adverts? I told you last time to just focus on the manga.” Tendo takes the shounen manga from Ushijima’s hands and closes it. “This one is sure to keep you focused on the story this time! Plus, it may help you with your lack of romance situation.” He says as he plops a copy of a popular shoujo manga in his friend’s palms. “Anyways, I got to go, tell me your impressions later~” Tendo strolls out, letting the door to Ushijima’s dorm shut on its own.

Ushijima watches the door shut, before turning his attention back to the manga his best friend spontaneously left in his hand. ‘Lack of romance?’

The following day strolls around and Tendo is first to greet his friend. “Wakatoshi-kun~” Ushijima turns and greets him back with a low “good morning” before continuing his pace to class.

“So, tell me what did you think of the manga I gave you the other day?” The red haired man says, stretching his arms over his head, giving the stoic man a quirky smile as he makes his way to his seat. Ushijima opens his leather bag to take out the shoujo manga Tendo gave him the other day, handing it to his friend before replying. “It was pleasant.”

Tendo blinks before letting out a restless sigh, taking the pink-covered manga from his friend’s hand before plopping into his seat, head down to the desk. “ “It was pleasant?” What are we going to do with you Wakatoshi-kun, and to think I had hope when you told me you were finally going to confess to y/n.”

Ushijima stays silent, watching his friend.

Tendo looks up, a hand under his chin, before turning back to his buddy. “Have you thought of how you were going to confess yet?”

Ushijima lets out a low “no” before Tendo goes back to losing it over his friend. “That’s what the manga was for! I thought it’d help you come up with an idea…”

Ushijima stays silent, watching his friend break down once again. Before turning his gaze to the door, as you stroll in greeting your classmates a “good morning” before settling down at your desk. Of course you don’t go unnoticed to Tendo as well, he caught his friend turning his head towards your direction the moment you walked in. You give a small smile and wave to both Tendo and Ushijima, Ushijima giving back an awkward yet sincere small smile and wave. The sweet look of innocence and love linger on his best friend’s face, even after he turned around to face the board’s direction. Tendo can’t leave his friend unhelped, especially not with that god-awkward smile he gave you. Then pwoosh an idea strucks him.

“Wakatoshi-kun” Tendo whispers, catching the attention of his friend, before leaning into his ear.

“Tendo.” “Wakatoshi-kun!” Tendo sprints lightly towards his friend, both freshly changed into their casuals, after the day’s worth of volleyball practice. It’s barely half past 6:30pm, the two tall men stand outside your dorm’s building. “Follow me~” Tendo begins to walk off around the corner, stopping just a few windows down, then looking up, pointing towards a window that is slightly covered by (insert ur fav color) curtains, and a few stickers stuck to the glass of the window. The lights were on, letting them know you were in your dorm. Ushijima visibly tenses up after reaching where his friend stood. “Don’t worry, this is their room, I know those animal crossing stickers from anywhere.” Tendo reassures his friend. Ushijima slowly relaxes before bending down to pick up a rock. “Is this okay?” he asks his friend, just remembering the short flashback of what his friend whispered into his ear earlier that day.

“Wakatoshi-kun~” Tendo calls out to his friend, then leaning in towards his ear. “I have an idea! Semi was telling me about this scene from a romance movie he saw last week. It’s what all the cool kids do in America to get the attention of the person they like!” Explaining the details to his friend, before the bell rang signifying that class has just begun.

“Yes! That rock looks perfect, now aim for their window!” His friend lets out a clap before shooting his fingers towards your window.

Ushijima adjusts his stance, getting ready to toss the rock towards your window. Tendo watches in anticipation, as Ushijima finally lets go of the rock after sending it flying up. The rock lightly taps your window, the two wait restlessly, feeling as 5 minutes have passed, but really was 30 seconds.

Tendo picks up the same rock from the ground and places it in Ushijima’s left hand. “Wakatoshi-kun, you’re not throwing hard enough! I don’t think they didn’t hear it.” The tall man nods as began to adjust himself once more, putting all his energy into the rock in his left hand, determined to grab your attention. but just as he lets go of the rock, the window opens, and reveals you standing there, looking down at the two boys confused. Tendo and Ushijima’s eyes widened at the sight of you, but it was too late, the rock was already tobe flying towards you. “Tendo-san? Ushi-” before you finish your sentence, you finally notice the rock launching in your direction, thanking your quick reflexes, you dodge it just barely. You turn and watch in slow-mo as the rock hits your closet door, leaving a deep dent and a scratch.

Stunned, you stare at the dent before walking over to pick the rock up, and heading back towards your window. “Really?” You say out loud in a jokingly sarcastic tone, holding the rock up for the two boys to see, while trying your best not to laugh at the series of events before you. You know this situation oh too well, especially from a certain scene after binge watching rom-coms with your cousin Semi the other week.

The two men just stare at you, with nothing to say, before Tendo lets out a burst of laughter. You gave in as well and began laughing with him. Ushijima lets out a low laugh.

“Stay there!” You yell down, before closing your window and making your way downstairs to meet the boys.

“Anyways, I got to go! Tell me her impressions later~” Tendo gives Ushijima a pat on the back before sprinting away from this whole situation.

Ushijima stays there, awaiting your arrival. He turns after hearing heavy pants, seeing you bent forward slightly, facing him with a hand on your knee, and the other still holding onto the rock he had unintentionally launched at you. “Jesus.. Sorry give me a second” Ushijima nods, staring at your figure. Although hair disheveled, out of breath and face as red as a tomato from having to run down a flight of stairs and around the corner to meet him, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. After a few seconds, you prop yourself up, eyes staring into his. Now it was Ushijima’s turn to turn bright red, in fact, realization hit him, it was just the two of you alone, behind a building, “oh how scandalise Wakatoshi-kun.” he can imagine Tendo saying that to him.

You two just stand there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes before you began. “I think you dropped this.” You tell him with a slight giggle. Ushijima lets out a small laugh with you, as he grabs the rock in your palm, your hands brushing against each other, making the stoic man turn redder. “Thank you.” he says softly. “Next time, just come to me, this is a little too cliche for the big old Ushijima Wakatoshi, no?” Crossing your arms, you gave him another smile. GOD was he captivated. If he didn’t have any restrain, he would have leaned down and kissed you then and there. His grasp on the rock tightens slightly, thoughts running before a small peck is felt onto his cheek. He snaps out of his imagination before noticing how close your face was to his. “But that was still, a very cute and very dangerous attempt.” You chuckle once again before stepping back.

“See you tomorrow in class Ushijima-san” You wink before turning back to your dorm.

Ushijima stands there bewildered. A hand going to the cheek you have left an imprint of your lips on. He has his best friend Tendo to thank later. If these silly cliches will lead to your sweet smile and a peck on the cheek, he can’t wait to continue the sweet gestures your future relationship has yet to come.

Bokuto Koutaro

My sweet sweet baby boy

He does NOT know his own strength

He uses a big rock too

You hear a panicked “AKAAAASHI!!!”

Apparently Akaashi tried to stop him after Bo told him of his scheme, but failed to, so instead of letting him go alone, he went w him to make sure Bokuto wouldn’t get himself into TOO much trouble. U kno supervisor n shit

“Akaashi!!!” Bokuto greets his underclassman, sliding into the seat beside him as the quiet man takes out his lunch, slowly unwrapping it. “Good afternoon Bokuto-san.”

“Akaashi! You know y/n right?! And you know how long I’ve liked them, and wanted to confess my feelings right?” Bokuto asks excitedly. “How can I forget, they’re in my class, in fact-” Akaashi leans a bit to the left, pointing his thumb backwards to his shoulder, showing you perched on your desk with your headphones in, eyes closed as you had just taken a savory bite from the meal you had prepared for yourself at home before class. Bokuto short circuits before he lets out a cry of despair, his head falling to the desk, before picking himself back up and shoving his face close to Akaashi’s. “Why didn’t you tell me!! Did you think they heard what I said? Akaashi I can’t believe you! You should warn me about this!!” He whispers before moving his eyes back to you, watching you serenely chew the food in your mouth, everything you do leaves him absolutely speechless, oh god how he wished he was the food in your mouth.

Before Akaashi could reply to ask his friend to move farther away, your eyes open and immediately dart towards the unfamiliar classmate in your classroom.

“Bo!” You immediately stand up, grabbing your lunch before making your way to sit behind him and Akaashi. “Try this! I made it this morning, it’s still fresh, say AH~” You hold your chopsticks towards his face, waiting for him to take a bite. It’s like the embarrassment and worry of you hearing him liking you left his head, he smiles at you before taking a bite of what is on the chopstick. He begins chewing, tasting the savory flavor of your dish, wishing he could wake up everyday to your cooking. “Y/n this is delicious!!!” He replies ecstatically. You giggle in response, using the chopsticks in your hand to pick off the rice stuck to his bottom lip, before dropping it back into your lunchbox, Bokuto unintentionally lets out a “NO!” as he lightly grabs your wrist, placing the chopstick back into his mouth to catch the rice. “Don’t waste it, it’s so good!” He pouts and you try to hold yourself from laughing at how adorable he is. “Bokuto-san, it was just a grain of rice.” “Akaashi! Don’t say that about y/n’s cooking!” He retorts. You let out another chuckle before digging into the bottom compartment of the lunch box, to grab another pair of chopsticks. “Let’s share yeah?” At this point, Bokuto remembers why he fell for you all over again.

“I have to use the restroom before lunch ends! Akaashi watch my stuff?” You ask the quiet boy, “Of course” “Thanks!!!” You say before sprinting off. “Bokuto-san” Akaashi attempts to call out to Bokuto, but he’s still in a trance as he watched your figure disappear out of the classroom and into the hallway. “Bokuto-san” Bokuto whips his head towards his friend smiling brightly. “Did you want to tell me something earlier about y/n?” He asks him. “YES! I have figured out the perfect plan to confess to them!” Akaashi sits, his face contorts into curiosity, listening to what his friend has in mind.

“Bokuto-san”

“And I’m thinking, I’d wait outside her window and-”

“Bokuto-san”

“I have this rock in my hand right?! I’ll figure the right time to throw and-”

“BOKUTO-SAN”

“AKAAAAASHI!! What is it? Did you get lost in my amazing plan?”

“Bokuto-san, this doesn’t..” He pauses for a second, trying to find a way to slowly put down his friend’s idea, after hearing how excited he sounds for it too. “I don’t think- why don’t you just tell them? Write them a letter... Or buy a bouquet of flowers or chocolate, something that isn’t.. Illegal..” He whispers the last word, it trails his mouth.

“Akaashi you don’t understand! Y/n’s different! They deserve a unique confession! They don’t deserve a regular and common confession, they deserve something grand! Something like my idea!” Bokuto replies happily.

Akaashi lets out a sigh. ‘Well at least I tried…

Wrong.’

And this is where Akaashi found himself on a Friday night, standing beside Bokuto in front of your residence. He had thought, if he couldn’t stop his best friend, why not at least supervise him, at least he could try to physically stop him if things get out of hand, right?

Wrong.

“Oi” Akaashi hears a familiar voice and turns his head towards the direction. ‘Konoha-san?!” Akaashi’s thoughts were interrupted by Bokuto greeting his other friend. “Konoha! You’re just in time, come on let’s go!” Bokuto lets himself past your gate. “What-” “Bokuto told me about his plan, I had to see it.” Konoha lets out a smirk before pushing Akaashi past the gates with him.

The three make their way to the side of the house, finding the window to your room before stopping. Konoha tries to suppress his laughter, and Akaashi stands there bewildered. ‘Holy shit Bokuto-san’s actually going to do it.’ He freaks out internally.

Bokuto dips his head to the floor, picking up the biggest rock he could find before turning to face his two friends. “Now, this is true romance!” He says excitedly, switching the rock to his dominant hand, and getting ready to launch, the veins in his arm protruding.

Konoha is trying, AND I MEAN TRYING, his best to not laugh too soon, a hand over his mouth and the other hand on Akaashi’s shoulder to ground himself. Akaashi’s brain realizes the situation, the veins popping from Bokuto’s arm, his beefy muscles flexing, his strength- and before he could- “Bokuto-san wait!”

SHATTER

Akaashi stands there in shock as Konoha falls to the ground in complete laughter. Bokuto stops functioning as he begins to slowly turn his head towards his two friends. “AKAASHI!!!” He screams in horror, Akaashi’s internal thoughts begin to spiral, thinking of what to do, and the laughter of Konoha’s is NOT helping.

You on the other hand, were located in the kitchen, when you heard the sound of glass breaking. You run outside in your pajamas, cooking apron and bunny slippers, and your trusty spatula still in hand as your weapon. Turning the corner of your house, you see them. Facing the three boys. “Akaashi? Bo? Konoha?” You ask in confusion. Akaashi’s brain is losing it, Konoha is laughing his ass off, and Bokuto stands there looking at you like a deer in headlights before jumping into you with his arms out. “Y/n!!! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to break your window! I just wanted to tell you how much I love you with a grand confession but-” You wrap your arms around Bokuto returning the embrace, before your gaze turns to the two boys, then to the broken glass surrounding their feet, and finally looking up to your bedroom window, as you finally process Bokuto’s confession. “WHAT?!”

Miya Atsumu

This motherfker, “would do it on purpose but accidently”.

“Hey samu look how hard i can throw this rock”

He throws it and cracks ur window

He would RUN away, he be like “SHIT SHIT SHIT”

You bet Suna’s in the background recording all of this.

Gin’s the getaway driver bc he's prob the most responsible one of the four second years, or at least most likely to get their driver’s license first ykwim

“GO GO GO GO”

The Inarizaki volleyball club room is filled with chattering, the volleyball fanatics converse with each other. It seems a bit off today, a little too calm… before Osamu walks in irritated. The boys chattering dies down as they turn to the wing spiker, all is well until- “OI ‘SAMU!” There it is. The blonde strolls in after his younger twin. “OI!” “holy shit ‘tsumu shut the fuck up or so god help me im about to make myself an only child” “RUDE!” As always, the Miya twins make a grand entrance, every single day, right before practice. Before Atsumu could scream another word, he catches the gaze of Kita, the stares of daggers stopping him in place, reminding him where he is. Atsumu gulps and begins to get undressed.

The conversations between the boys continue where they were left, before the Miyans arrived. “Hey Gin, congrats on your driver’s license!” Akagi praises Ginjima before jumping to ruffle his hair. “Oh? Nice.” Suna congratulates. Aran comes around and wraps his arm loosely around Ginjima’s shoulder “This calls for a celebration, what do you say captain?” He turns to look at Kita, waiting for his response. “I suppose why not. Let’s get to practice.” He replies, being the first to head out.

Cut to the chase, the boys make their ways home to prepare for the “fun” evening that’s about to come. Ginjiima stops by each of his teammates' houses, picking them up, as saving the Miyas for last. “Oh my god” Osamu lets out frustration as he watches Ginjima pull up, Atsumu is STILL getting dressed. “5-more minutes my ass” He mutters before going out and making his way to his friends’ car. Osamu short circuits, counting the seats in the car. “Gin- what kind of car is this?” “This baby right here?” He steps out of the car and slaps the top roof. “It’s my parents’ old 2002 toyota alphard.” He says proudly. “There’s so many seats holy fuck.” He says before heading in, making his way past Aran and Kita, sitting between Omimi and Suna all the way back.

“Where’s piss hair?” Suna asks Osamu, buckling his seatbelt in. Ginjima made his way back inside as well. “Idk idc, hit it Ginjima.” The team lowkey lets out an internal sigh of relief. Ginjima starts the car and begins backing up before Atsumu comes running out in Osamu’s jacket. “WAITTTT” “NO GINJIMA GO!” Aran, Suna and Osamu yell. Ginjima not having the heart to leave his homie behind, stops the car. An audible grunt comes out of the boys. “Y’all be bullying me everyday :,( “ “Awh don’t say that, Omimi doesn’t” Omimi sitting there thinking. ‘No no I do, in my mind.’

“Whatever, let’s go!” Atsumu short circuits noticing the seats in the car as he opens the door. “Where.. Where am I gonna sit?” Ginjima turns around counting the seats, realizing he’s missing one more for the blonde. “Oh shit! I forgot to install the 8th seat, there's supposed to be one going in between Aran and Kita-san.” Atsumu blinks. “Well guess that means you can’t go.” Osamu bluntly lets out. “WHAAAAT” “Go on the roof.” Suna suggests. “NO NO DO NOT GO ON THE ROOF.” “WAIT I WANT THE ROOF!” “That’s a hazard and illegal” Ginjima, Akagi and Kita let out at the same time. “Why not just sit on the floor.” Omimi says. “It’s just going to be on the way there anyways.” “That’s a good point” Aran compliments. “That is also illegal.” “Shin just this once! Come on get in I’m getting hungry!” Akagi claps his hands and faces forward. Atsumu climbs in, and as he sits down he looks up behind him. Osamu sent a glare down towards his brother. “W-what?” “That’s MY jacket, isn’t it?” “NO IT’S NOT!” The poor blond is kicked forward by his brother. This is gonna be a long ride.

Wait. “Uh Gin.” “Yeah?” “Where are we going?” Gin pauses. “Where do you guys wanna go?” “Oh my god we really didn’t plan this through.” “MCDONALDS!!” “Oh! Good thinking Akagi-san.” “There’s a special with pokemon cards right?” “Ah, my younger brother loves collecting pokemon cards, I’ll be sure to get one for him.” Aran and Kita converse. “Turn and make a left on Kinugakecho Suma-Ward.” The team turns their heads to Suna. He then pans his phone to them, showing the address to the nearest McDonalds on google maps.

“8 happy meal boxes please.” Kita-san asks the cashier, he pays before seating with the others.

“Oh my god I’m so hungry.” Suna lays his head on the table “I’m so excited!!” Akagi jumps in his seat, “Thank you Kita-san” Ginjima thanks his captain. “You really didn’t have to pay for all of it, you should have at least split with me, it was my suggestion to go out and celebrate.” Aran signs laying his chin under his fist. “It’s no worries, it’s nice to treat my teammates out once in a while, even if I don’t condone this unhealthy diet. Just this once is okay.” Kita smiles and Omimi nods.

The food comes in and the 8 boys dig into their little happy meal boxes, in the style of pikachu. “Holy fuck these are so cute.” Suna be admiring the yellow box.“ ‘SAMU THAT WAS MY SWEET&SOUR SAUCE” “GROSS DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!” Osamu shoves Atsumu’s cheeseburger back in his mouth. Kita clears his throat and the twins silence. “We are in public please for once be decent.” Aran scolds.

After the meal, the boys sit in their booth content. “Omg guys, pokemon card unboxing haul lets go.” Akagi pulls out the little enveloped deck containing the cards, the other boys, besides Kita, follow. “You guys go ahead, I’m saving mine for my brother.” “Shinsuke” Omimi hands Kita the envelope. “He can have mines too.” Aran hands him over as well. “Yeah, I wouldn’t know what to do with it either, I’m sure your lil bro would love it.” Kita gives his two other seniors a sweet smile and thanks them. The five other boys begin to unwrap, and reveal each other the pokemon cards they got. “Yo can I have your Snorlax.” Suna leans into Osamu. “I’ll trade it for my packet of ketchup.”

The boys head out, Ginjima dropping Omimi, Akagi, Aran and Kita off in that order. Atsumu lets out a whine before the three boys that are left face him. “I don’t want this night to end yet.” The three turn to look at each other before turning back to look at their setter. “Well what else do you wanna do?” “Can we just sit and vibe together, we bros anyways.” Ginjima blinks before asking Suna if he would like to do as said plan. “I mean sure, Suna?” “I don’t mind as long as it’s chill with you.” “Osamu?” “ ‘S your car. Plus whatever this idiot does, most of the time there’s not much of a say in my case” He replies. Ginjima pulls into an empty parking lot of a park. Suna has control of the aux, playing chill music.

The moment feels really nice, just four high school bros, the homies, chilling and vibing at an empty parking lot, listening to Suna’s playlist, a bit past 9pm. These are one of the memories you will find to cherish after graduating high school.

Kodak Black’s “Heart & Mind” starts playing.

The four begin to sing to the song, yeah this is going to be one of those high school memories.

The three boys go quiet, letting Atsumu scream Plies’ chorus. Osamu whistles; “SHEEESH” Suna lets out a laugh. “He’s really feeling it” Ginjima joins in. Before the three begin to sing Kodak Black’s lines again. By the end of the song the boys fall into a pit of laughter.

--start of the actual atsumu x y/n part ToT i’m so sorry--

“Hey I wanted to tell you guys earlier, I think I’m ready to confess to y/n.” The setter admits, laying into the seat with a small smile. “They’re going to say no.” “‘SAMU!” “I’m kidding.” “Wow, never thought you’d have the balls.” Suna laughs with Osamu. “Did the song do this or?” Ginjima asks. “Quit ya teasin and hear me out! >:(“ Atsumu crosses his arms and pouts. “Okay okay sorry, but no seriously takes some guts. Have you thought of when you were going to confess to ‘em?” Osamu reassures his brother and asks. Atsumu pauses and puts his finger under his chin in a thinking pose, before a light bulb clicks. “How about right now?!” He says excitedly. “Right now?” Suna does a lil double take. “Atsumu it’s-” Ginjima looks at the clock in his car. “9:37 right now. 9:37 PM. PM!” “They could be asleep.” Suna butts in. “No-no listen, LISTEN GUYS!” Atsumu quiets his friends down before explaining to them the whole cliche scenes in those American rom-com movies. “That sounds so fucking stupid. I’m in.”

And this is how the four boys end up, in front of your house. “This feels so creepy and illegal.” Osamu shivers, feeling a bit cold by the night weather. “I’m pretty sure this is illegal, throwing rocks at someone's window I mean.” Ginjima furrows his eyebrows. “Tsumu you sure about this.” “It nerf or nothing!” “I think you mean it’s now or never.” “Same thing!” He argues with his brother. Suna has his phone out, ready to record whatever the outcome of this stupid and last minute plan is. The four make their way past your yard, trying to find your light colored curtains, indicating it is in fact your room. “I’m surprised you know where their room is.” “Yet he doesn’t know the quadratic formula.” “ ‘samu!” He hisses before bending over to pick up a rock. “Hey ‘Samu, look how hard I can throw this rock.” This level of confidence did NOT sound good. Atsumu begins to count down before the three freeze up, Ginjima and Osamu letting the reality of the situation sink it. “Wait Atsumu-” “DUMBASS WAIT” Suna standing there unbothered, getting everything on camera before.

SHATTER

The four boys stand in shock, even Suna taken back by the loud sound of glass breaking. He pans the camera to Atsumu before panning up to the window of your room. The lights turn on and you make your way to the window, at first startled but now pissed being woken up, but also now absolutely confused and horrified by the broken glass that fell from your window to the ground below. “SHIT SHIT SHIT” Atsumu begins to book it, grabbing Ginjima and Osamu’s wrists, Suna following, phone still in hand recording. As you see four silhouettes begin to run in the dead of the night, you see a familiar piss shade of yellow and a maroon jacket as they run. The four jump into the car before Ginjima begins to start the engine. Before they drive off, Atsumu takes out the McDonald’s receipt, writing a quick apology and his number before taking out his wallet and throwing whatever cash he had, running back to your doorstep and placing it under your welcome mat. “GO GO GO GO.” He yells as he jumps into the car, the four speeding away.

By the time you reach your front door in attempt to catch the perpetrators, you notice the wrapped up receipt under your welcome mat, pulling it out and unfolding it, revealing a couple 1 dollar bills and a single 5. Confused you read the note, the hand writing almost ineligible.

“Y/N IM SO SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, WELL PURPOSELY PLANNED BUT STILL AN ACCIDENT. PLEASE CALL ME SO WE CAN TALK THIS OUT I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU-” The rest of his writing ineligible. You look at the phone number he left and his signed signature, with a heart beside it.

“What the fuck.”

Bonus:

Atsumu again bc he’s- I have no words for him (I love him so much but like its a diff kinda love ifkyky)

But imagine y/n having a brother and atsumu going to the wrong window

And busting a rock thru y/n-brother’s window

And the four just hear “WHAT THE FUCK” in a deep male voice that’s not urs, and the lights turn on and atsumu’s like-

He can feel the soul leaving his body

Bc that dumbass not only broke a window it wasnt even ur window

He dragged Gin out of the car and hit that pedal so hard leaving everyone but himself there on your lawn.

“Are you sure this is where their room is?” Ginjima asks worried. “This seems very very VERY dangerous and illegal.” “GIN! You’re startind to sound like Kita-san, relaaaax I know what I’m doin!” “Doesn’t sound like it” “‘SAMU!!” The twins bicker.

“Actually, I’m heading back to my car this is making me a bit queasy.” The sand-brown haired boy said before turning back to his car. “Up to ya, be our getaway driver yeah?” Atsumu gives a thumbs up before the Ginjima nods and separates from the three, leaving them on their own.

By the time they make their way to what Atsumu thought was your room. He’s already bending over picking up the biggest rock he sees“ ‘Samu, look how hard I can throw this rock!”

“Tsumu don’t-” It was too late. The blonde sends the rock flying to the window. Just as the rock makes contact, the glass shatters and Atsumu is left there in shock, Osamu and Suna as well.

A scream of “WHAT THE FUCK” in the deepest voice is heard emitting from the now open window. Now that can’t be y/n.

The lights turn on and before the two knew it, Atsumu was already booking it back to the car. Suna recording the speed Atsumu was at.

“Hey Atsumu, done already? Wheres-” The door to the driver's seat opens. Ginjima confused, he yelps when Atsumu grabs him and drags him out of the car, getting in and shutting the door before he starts up the engine. “W-WHAT?!” Ginjima stands confused before turning around to see Osamu and Suna run towards him. “GET BACK HERE.” The sound of your brother’s voice rings out and that was Atsumu’s queue to skrrrrt away. Leaving his three friends on your lawn. “TSUMU!” Good luck Gin, Suna and Osamu to deal with your now raging brother.

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Extras: (IM CRACKING UP HELP) 😭

Author’s Note:

Guys I am so sorry I didn’t intend to let these fics drag out for so long, also for not making sense. ESPECIALLY ATSUMU’S. But thank you so much again for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it even though my work is total shit like headass. If you have the time, please lemme kno what you think! I’d love to hear what you guys have to say! Anyways I hope you all take care and have a great time, stay safe! Hopefully my future work won’t be as shitty. I’ll work to it, thank you so so much again! MWAH I LOVE Y’ALL!!! 🥺💖

edit: rereading the first half of atsumu’s, i think i kno why i dragged that out, im just over here missing my high school homies a lil too much </3

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amythedvdhoarder · 3 years

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Stockholme Syndrome - Four

Pairings: Dark Stucky x Reader

Summary: You would make the perfect wife for Bucky and Steve. A perfect mother to their children. They have dreamt of this, of you, for so long now. You just have no idea that they exist or how badly they want you for themselves.

Chapter Summary: Steve struggles with your lack of obedience

Warnings: Kidnapping, NonCon, Swearing, Drugging, Angst, Smut and general NSFW 18+ only

A/N: Really sorry about how slow I have been at getting this out, everything has been a little mad. But the next 2 parts are ready to go so you won’t have to wait too long for another update!

Thank you so much to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for beta readering this for me. I don’t know what I would do without the lovely Carly, ily hun 😘

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“You can’t be serious,” you scoffed looking at Steve and then Bucky. “I’m not some pet. Are you really that insane to think you can just take someone against their will and they’re gonna roll over and willingly open their legs for you?” Your previous plan of playing along had been all but forgotten about as Steve and Bucky had explained exactly what they had mapped out for your future.

“It’s not going to be like that doll, we’re going to take care of you,” Bucky said calmly. He had been expecting this reaction; of course, you weren’t going to be ok with this straight away. Steve didn’t look like he was taking this as well.

“I already told you, I’m not your fucking doll. I’m nothing to you except your hostage. You’re both…”

“Enough,” Steve’s hands slammed on the table as he cut you off with a roar. Your mouth clamped shut, suddenly realising that you weren’t just being held captive by two ordinary men. These men had killed people who were far more dangerous than you. They could probably kill you with just a pinkie finger if they really wanted to.

Steve took a deep breath and looked at you, his eyes dangerous. “The sooner that you accept this, the easier it will be, Y/N. We’re patient men but please don’t try and antagonise us.”

“Antagonise you? This isn’t exactly a walk in the park for me. You’ve taken me away from everyone and everything I know, and you expect me to just be ok with this?” you could feel tears forming as the weight of what was really happening sunk in.

Bucky shook his head at Steve who sighed, getting up from his seat and walked towards you. “I’m sorry for shouting. We don’t want to hurt you,” he reached out his hand towards you in an attempt to provide some comfort.

“Don’t touch me,” you screamed, picking up the only thing available to you, the spoon you had eaten your soup with. You waved it in Steve’s face spattering him with the remnants of your food. He stopped immediately, hands balling into fists.

“Seems like we need to teach you some manners,” he hissed. Bucky got up immediately seeing Steve’s fury and placed himself between you.

“We don’t need to do that today though Steve, do we? I’m sure Y/N is just tired. We said she has a little more probation time didn’t we? I’m sure Y/N will apologise?” Bucky gave you a small nod of encouragement.

“Fat chance,” you sneered.

“That’s it,” Steve said. Stepping around Bucky and pulling you up out of your chair and over his shoulder. He marched upstairs, ignoring your screams and your thrashing arms and legs. When he got to your room he walked in and threw you onto the bed.

You looked at him defiantly trying not to show how terrified you were. Steve was stood with one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair looking deep in thought. “You can come out when you can be civil. Be thankful I’m not putting you over my knee like you deserve,” Steve’s eyes roamed over your bare legs and up to where your sleep shirt had ridden up. His jaw clicked and his eyes looked hungry. But Steve clearly had other ideas for now as he turned on his heels and exited the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

For a few moments you stayed on the bed in shock, your mind racing. Why had they picked you? Could they really get away with this? Well, you sure as hell weren’t going to make it easy for them. If they thought you were going to act like the obedient little housewife they wanted, they were in for a shock.

Getting up off the bed, you went to the door and tried the handle, pulling on it as hard as you could. There was no give in it at all. You weren’t really sure what you were expecting to be honest but being locked in your room like some naughty child wasn’t doing anything apart from riling you up. It would be impossible to take out your anger on the two people you wanted to, so you picked the next available thing. The door. You screamed and shouted as you hit the door over and over again, ignoring the now throbbing pain in your hands. There was no way that Bucky and Steve hadn’t heard you, but they didn’t appear or try to stop you. Maybe they knew better.

You had no idea how long you kept it up but eventually you collapsed to the floor, knuckles bleeding and voice hoarse. Finally rid of all your anger, all that was left was fear and hopelessness. Sobs wracked through your body as you realised it would take a miracle for you to escape. Too exhausted to get yourself back to bed, you curled up on the hard-wooden floor and prayed that sleep would take you.

Bucky had watched the live feed of your hysterics on his phone, he had heard all of it from his room. He had resisted the urge to come and try and calm you down, knowing that you just needed to get it out of your system. Watching you hurt yourself had made him feel uncomfortable, but he knew that it also offered an opportunity to gain your trust.

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You grumbled in protest as a pair of arms scooped you up off the floor. “Shhhh, you’re alright. I’m just going to put you to bed,” Bucky pressed his lips to your head, admiring how compliant you were when you were asleep. He placed you into the bed, pulling to covers up around you.

“Night,” you mumbled before turning over. Bucky smiled to himself. He knew you wouldn’t have said it if you were awake, but still it was something. Tomorrow he would have to look at your hands which would bring about a fresh battle for both himself and Steve. Bucky stopped at the door and gave your sleeping form one final look before locking you back in.

“How is she?” Steve was leaning on the bannister clearly waiting for Bucky to come out.

“She’d be better if you took it a bit easier on her, punk. I know you want this as much as I do but she needs some time to feel safe. I am all for a little punishment when she deserves it. But today, it was a lot for her take in and you didn’t make it any easier for her.” Bucky looked at Steve who nodded at him.

“I know. I don’t understand what came over me, I’m not normally like this,” he scratched the back of his neck and let out a long sigh.

“It’s because you’ve waited so long for this. We just need to wait a little longer. She’s ours now, but she needs to learn that. It’ll go a lot smoother if she trusts us,” Bucky knew exactly how Steve was feeling. It was taking every ounce of control not to go back into that room and take what he wanted but he had promised himself that the first time he had you, you would be begging him for it.

“Ok, I’ll do better from here on out,” Steve said.

“You can start by looking at her hands tomorrow. They’re going to need cleaning up and she probably won’t be able to use them much for a few days,” Bucky wanted to do that himself but knew that you and Steve needed to sort things out.

“Thanks Buck,” Steve knew everything Bucky had said was right, he just had to hope he could stay in control when you fought back against them.

“Night, punk,” Bucky called before heading into his room.

“Night,” Steve replied following suit. When he was back in his room, he pulled out his phone and looked at the real time images of you asleep in the room next to him. His need and desire for you was evident in the tightening in his pants. It wouldn’t be long now, he thought, resisting the urge to relieve himself. Steve took one last look at you before switching off his phone. No, it wouldn’t be long now.

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majesticbrownjawn · 4 years

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I was almost done writing this when I came across this post that’s a perfect for this little jawn.

Drive-Thru

Rated: NSFW 😈

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“Watch where you’re going, babe. You gone fuck my shit up.”

She’d nearly hit a stopped car in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite fast food spot. The line was wrapped around the building.

“Well that’s what you get for making me drive. You know I hate driving,” she pouted.

Erik simply raised a brow at her and pointed to the boot on his foot. He broke it trying to break her fall. He told her it wasn’t a good idea to climb her ass on the counter and stand on it to reach the top shelf of plates. But he still flew to her rescue when he saw her wobbling, not knowing the floor was wet from a glass of water she spilled on her climb up. She regained her balance before she fell but he instead cascaded to the floor with a loud thud. He hobbled on his foot for a week before she made him go to the doctor. That was yesterday.

She felt guilty about it, which is why she was the one driving and not him like always. But she didn’t have any less of an attitude about it than she normally would.

“Cool ya puss, baby...” He gripped up as much of her thigh as he could squeeze. The short, thin, baby doll dress she wore made it easy. “...before I cool it for you.”

She huffed in frustration at him telling her to chill but also because his warm, rough hands had worked her up that quick. They always did, no matter the time or place. Even in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite chicken spot.

“But Eriiiiiiik-,” she whined.

“Hush,” he whispered as he leaned over and nuzzled his face in her neck, attaching his supple lips to her. She soon realized the attention to her neck was merely a distraction when she felt two fingers gently pressing against either side of her clit.

“Fuh-fuck, Erik.” Her fingers dug into his forearm but it did nothing to stop him from making circles up, down and around her sensitive bundle. She let out a silent scream when his thick finger slid between her engorged pussy lips and went inside her.

“That’s what I thought. Shut the fuck up.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, vigorously nodding her head like the good girl she was.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they missed the car in front of them moving up in the line. A honk from another car momentarily brought them out of the lusty haze they created within the confines of his SUV.

“Think you can pull up with two of my fingers inside you?”

He slid another digit in before she could reply. The surprise and pleasure of his action shot a jolt of pleasure through her body, causing her foot to hit the gas pedal unexpectedly. She had to slam on the brakes to not hit the car in front of them.

“Careful baby. I’d hate to have to chastise you for fucking up my car...but then again, I’d love to punish yo thick ass right now, especially after what happened to my foot.”

“But daddyyyy—“ so much pressure was building from the work of his fingers inside her that her vision was blurring. “You said—you said you didn’t blame me.”

He used the pad of his other thumb to wipe a single tear from the apple of her cheek. The guilt and pleasure she was experiencing was too much.

“I don’t blame you, baby. But next time imma let cho hard-headed ass fall.” Erik’s head nodded to the front of the car. “Time to order. You know what I want.”

“Welcome to Clucky’s, what can I get you today?” The voice from the intercom was bright and clear.

“Umm, hi,” she replied with shaky breath. “Can I get a number threeee?”

Erik decided in that moment he’d latch himself to her nipple. He didn’t even bother to lift her dress up. The warm breath of his mouth seeped through the material, completely overwhelming her senses.

“Is that all, ma’am?”

“Order my shit,” he demanded in her ear as his thumb flicked at her clit tirelessly.

“And a number 10, please.”

“Look at this pussy, got you creaming down my fingers. You wishing it was daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Did you say cream, ma’am? We don’t sell coffee after breakfast.” The cashier obviously heard Erik’s nasty ass.

“Uhhh I mean mayo, shit!” She said, trying to cover it up, embarrassed.

She quickly closed the window and lifted her dress, whimpering as she watched his fingers go in and out of her. The milky, creamy wetness she produced was having a serious effect on her man too. Her eyes traveled over to the ever-growing pipe in his joggers, yearning for her hands, begging to feel as good as her pussy felt right now. His eyes caught hers and gave her a silent warning not to touch him. She ignored it and reached over anyway, gently massaging the bulb of his dick over his sweats. He grunted in pleasure, despite the look of disapproval on his face. She couldn’t help herself. She loved to make daddy feel as good as he made her feel.

“Ok babygirl, since you don't want to listen, you better make me cum before we get to the window or imma bend your ass over the trunk and fuck you in the parking lot. You want everybody to see me wrecking yo shit?”

Part of her did. And he knew it.

Her cheeks burned at the thought of Erik fucking her pussy with dozens of eyes on them but the thought of other women looking at him in the lustful, longing way she did filled her with unwarranted jealousy. A jealousy that made her pussy all the more slippery. To know women wanted him but he only wanted her was a turn-on itself. He knew how her mind worked and that the words he said would have the exact effect on her that they did.

“Aye—“ he pinched her hardened nipple to bring her back to the moment. “Make me cum.”

She was excited and nervous. Erik had the stamina of a marathon runner. The nigga never came fast, her begging him to ‘please nut’ was a frequent occurrence during their lovemaking. Now he was demanding she make him cum in a matter of minutes, and now the line was actually moving past a snail’s pace. Sis was running out of time.

She widened her plush thighs to give Erik more access and a better view. He always praised the beauty of the deep brown to bright pink ombré of her pussy when he was in it. It was a start, but she’d certainly have to do a lot more.

“Daddy, why’s your dick so hard all of a sudden?” she asked innocently, sliding her delicate hand into his pants and pulling out all 8.75inches. She gasped at the sight of it. Seeing it in the daytime with rays of sunlight shining on it was a sight to behold. “Is that my fault too?”

The only answer she received was the visible tightening of Erik’s jaw and beads of precum slowly trickling from his tip. She moved his natural lube around him, focusing on the head of his dick, knowing it was his most sensitive area. Her hand cupped the soft skin of his tip and made circular motions around it while he continued finger-fucking her.

“Ooo shit Erik, that feels so good baby. Can you add another finger, please?” His eyes bulged and she felt his dick twitch in her hand. “Fuck daddy, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum so soon...thank you daddy, thank you... You’re making me cum so hard for you, I can’t take it...fuck I can’t...fuhhhhhkk!!”

Her hand momentarily paused the work it was doing on Erik’s dick as she came, but that didn’t stop her from noticing the rapid pulsing of it as she orgasmed. Her daddy loved to watch her cum with his thick fingers inside of her.

“That’s my pretty baby, get that good nut.” The sound of his voice with his fingers still filling her hole had her wanting her another cum, but it was his turn.

“Can I make you cum now, daddy?”

“You better. We’re almost at the window.”

She glanced down at his hand inside of her and gently pulled out his fingers, her aroma filling the confined space even more. Erik closed his eyes and deepened his back into the seat, the smell of her bringing him to that familiar, blissful state she and her pussy always put him in. His moment of calm was quickly lifted when he felt his own hand sliding up and down his dick. Erik looked down to see his babygirl’s hand over his using the juices from his fingers—from her pussy—to wet his dick up.

“You nasty, clever little slut—you making daddy use his own hand to cum? Hmm?”

“Please don't be mad daddy. I’m helping, see?” She guided his hand back to her glossy pussy and scooped out more of her sticky cum and made him stroke himself with her juices again. This resourceful bitch. He smiled proudly at her, his eyelids slowly fluttering from their collaborative stroke.

She leaned over to him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into her for a slow, lazy kiss. She dominated it and him in a way that was rare for her. They moaned into each other with need as she continued the swift cycle of wetting his fingers with her pussy and jacking his dick.

“Mmmm daddy, I think imma cum again…” she whispered against his lips.

“Do it. My baby deserves another nut.”

“I do? Cuz I’m a good girl for you?” She kept up her motions on them.

“Yes. Only for me. My good girl with the pretty kitty.”

She unexpectedly bent down to deep throat Erik. The taste of herself on his dick excited her. She gagged on his thick member a few times before looking up at him and letting out a mangled “I love you.” He held her head in place as he exploded in her mouth, cum escaping out the sides as she desperately tried to swallow it all. When she was done, he pulled her back up to his lips and kissed her gently, despite his heavy breathing. He released her in time for her to pull up to the window.

“Sorry for the wait ma’am. Y’all had the number three and—“

Her eyes followed the cashier’s line of vision back into the car and straight into Erik’s lap, where his dick stood erect against his stomach.

“The fuck you looking at? You ain’t never seen a dick before?!” Erik’s girl’s attitude and acute jealousy was unmatched. It was part of the reason he stayed on hard for her. She was like him in a lot of ways, just wrapped in a fluffier , cuter package.

“Baby, chill,” he requested softly. She yanked their food from the cashier and sped off without paying.

“...and what the fuck you mean ‘baby chill’ you the one with cha damn dick out in the middle of a drive-thru!”

“You pulled it out though.”

“Whatever nigga, I’m never driving again. Fuck this and fuck you!”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

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glacecakes · 3 years

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Slowly Led up From the Deep

Despite what anyone else (Lance) said, Eugene wasn’t a mother hen. He wasn’t! There was a distinct difference between being cautious and prepared for the worst due to living on the streets, and mother henning the shit out of everyone.

(“You mother hen the shit out of everyone,” Lance would say. “And I’m a dad. With the same past as you.”)

Case in point: Varian.

(Or: the Baron tries to kidnap Varian to get back at Eugene.)

Weeee another project! This one is a lil different tho Basically I have ideas for four (maybe more? Debating whether or not to expand to 7) angst oneshots with each oneshot pertaining to an element. So this is water, I have a plan for earth, air, fire if I decide to go thru with this. Poor Varian, sorry not sorry

(“You mother hen the shit out of everyone,” Lance would say. “And I’m a dad. With the same past as you.”)

Case in point: Varian. Following the events of… well, yknow, life , Eugene was a bit nervous about letting the kid out of his sight. After all, he got kidnapped, drugged, assaulted, imprisoned, and flung out a tower. And that was all in one day! So excuse him for being concerned about his friend's health. The guy had a death wish, and clearly someone had to watch over him or else he would die from falling, or forgetting to sleep, or setting himself on fire, and then Eugene would have a very angry beef-tittied man at his throat.

Since his redemption, Varian had quickly weaseled his way into the man’s heart, not unlike how Rapunzel did. He’d always wanted a younger sibling as a kid, and Varian fit the bill. His tiny frame and nervous demeanor made him a prime target for Eugene to try and instill life lessons into, no matter how much Varian protested. So long as he worked in the castle, Eugene saw to it that the kid got three square meals a day.

And when he’d failed to keep Varian safe...

Being trapped in unbreakable rock, helpless while Varian slid across the floor, the fading screams as he plummeted to what should’ve been his death…

Let’s just say Eugene has bolted awake to those sounds more than once.

And now he was Captain of the Guard, on top of being a big brother. Which meant that he had to oversee the Royal Alchemist’s (aka Varian’s) more… delicate experiments.

As of this moment, Varian was mixing a glowing red liquid, goggles pulled over his face. Eugene had tried to peer over his shoulder and watch, but the younger pushed him away, grumbling something about not spilling it all over.

Gloved hands wrapped around a pipette as he worked, mumbling scientific jargon under his breath. Rapunzel was able to follow along a lot better than he was, which meant Eugene had no clue what was going on.

“Hello, Allo, Varian?” He waved a hand in his face, startling Varian and nearly causing the liquid to slosh out its beaker. “Hi. Yea, I’m still here and I would like to know what’s going on.” He gave the kid an unimpressed eyebrow raise when he turned, sheepish. Clearly Varian forgot about his “lab partner”.

“Right, sorry.” Varian coughed, setting aside the pipette to hold up his substance. “So, the thing with the water tanks is that… they’re really hard to work on once they’re up and running. Right? You can’t exactly go into the tankers,” he snorted. “I mean, you could, but you’d boil alive.” His brows furrowed and he brought a free hand to his chin, deep in thought. “Actually, I don’t know what would happen… maybe…” His brain was off to the races, already miles away from the current conversation.

“Varian,” Eugene snapped, crossing his arms in frustration. Not that he didn’t want to be here, but he really didn’t want to hear about Varian’s new plan to throw someone into a vat of flynnolium to see if they’d survive. “Royal Engineer, more like Mad scientist.”

“I take that as a compliment,” Varian said, turning back to his lab table with a grin. “Aaaanyway, this stuff should, if my calculations are correct, and they are,” He added, knowing Eugene had already opened his mouth. “This stuff should dissolve stuff like rust, but only when exposed to water. So basically we’d just throw a vial of this into the tankers, wait a few minutes, and drain it. Then, tada! Sparkling clean tanks, good as new.” His voice floated with each step, bouncing around his workspace with eagerness and joy. Varian hummed under his breath, grabbing a pitcher and filling a small cup with water. Water from the nearly full pitcher sloshed around, nearly spilling onto the table as he sang along to the song in his head.

“Hey, kid, isn’t that the jug you use for drinking?” Eugene asked, walking over.

“Hmm?” Varian glanced back, not really caring, too in the zone. “So it is.”

“And it’s full, even though I gave it to you this morning?”

“Yeah?”

“Which would mean…” He circles his wrist, expectant gaze meeting Varian’s confused. The boy lifted up his goggles to reveal eyes bluer than any sky. “...That you haven’t had anything to drink?”

“I had some juice at lunch.” Varian said.

“That’s not the same.” Eugene responded.

Varian shot him an annoyed gaze. “Seriously? We’re doing this now?” He asked, a hand moving to lean on his desk. He missed, sending him stumbling, but he kept his gaze trained on Eugene.

Eugene simply hummed, walking over and plucking the red vial from it’s test tube. He placed it in his coat pocket. “Yea, we’re doing this now. No experimenting on that glass, you are to drink it right now.”

“What?” Varian’s face turned slightly green. “This thing hasn’t been properly washed in who knows when! I use it as my paint cup!” He gestured to the wall, covered in notes, writings, and the odd Rapunzel doodle. The one Varian was pointing to was a doodle of his pouty face, perfectly matching his current expression.

Eugene didn’t miss a beat. “Fine. Drink from the pitcher.”

“No!”

“Right now, chug it! Come on, you won’t do it, pussy.”

“I’m not going to chug it,” the alchemist pinched the bridge of his nose. “And didn’t Rapunzel tell you to stop calling people that?”

“No experimenting until you drink it. Captain’s orders.” Varian threw his arms up in frustration. “Why are you so against drinking right now? Come on, I know you’re thirsty!”

“I need the water for the experiment! If I drink it, I’ll have to get a refill!” Getting a refill meant going upstairs, disrupting his thought process and ruining the zone he had been in all day. It was hard to get into that state of absolute concentration, and leaving the lab would surely cause his bubble of productivity to pop.

“Oh no, a refill! The absolute horror!” Eugene fake gasped. The younger’s face burned red as his older friend draped his hand over his forehead in mock distress. “Whatever shall you do, cursed to go get some fresh air by… going upstairs!?”

Varian growled. He wasn’t going to win this argument, they’d had it often enough. But between his excitement over his invention, and Eugene’s teasing, and pulling rank… his ears burned as he took a long swig from the pitcher. He’d be dead before he told Eugene how soothing the cool water felt on his throat, how it spurred him to gulp down half of the pitcher in one go. “There.” He bit out, eyes narrow as daggers. “Are you happy?”

Eugene’s eyes, which had closed in his mock despair, opened to see the teen’s melancholy. Honestly, he was so moody over drinking water , it was ridiculous! All he was doing was making sure the kid didn’t die, oh how wicked of him.

“Yes, quite!” He grinned. “See, wasn’t that hard! I swear, you give me more grey hairs every day. How your dad kept you alive, I’ll never know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Varian asked, eyebrows raised in offense. Did Eugene not think he could handle himself?

“Well, y’know, the guy always ignored you for hours on end, the fact that you didn’t die of dehydration or starvation is a miracle,” Eugene snorted.

The atmosphere grew tense in a heartbeat. Varian froze where he stood, fingers outstretched towards the cup quickly retracting. "What did you just say?" Varian hissed, eyes narrowing as he turned.

“Just that your dad wasn’t there for you like I am.” Eugene couldn't stop the words that escaped his throat. Jealousy clawed at his mind, sinking sharp talons and cutting his common sense to ribbons. He’d been looking after Varian during his stays at the castle, both before and after he’d become Royal Engineer, and yet he was the bad guy here? He was the one who risked falling off a tower to crawl out to Varian while his dad, who was well versed in the moonstone, had decided he’d rather play with his pumpkins then get involved, despite his son being asked to translate a death spell.

“You did not just say that,” Varian growled, trying to keep himself in check. He hated getting mad, especially at his friends, seeing as he didn’t exactly have a good track record with it. “You did not just suggest that you’re better than my dad.”

“Hey, all I’m saying is that he literally let you cause earthquakes with no supervision when you were fourteen and then got mad when it didn’t exactly turn out great.”

“At least my dad didn’t abandon me for three months.”

“At least I came to save you when Cass kidnapped you.”

Varian slammed his fists on the table. “Did you even tell him about that? Or did he not know I was missing, just assumed you were taking care of me until I came home with broken ribs!?” The alchemist whirled around, marching up and planting a finger on Eugene’s chest. “He thought you guys were keeping me safe, but no ! So what, now you’re trying to make up for it by breathing down my neck? I’m not a little kid, Eugene! It’s one thing to look out for me, but a whole other to smother me and insult my dad!”

The man huffed. “I’m not smothering you, I’m concerned for you! What reasonable parent is ok with their kid forgetting to eat or drink?”

"Well I’m sorry he trusts me to! You’re just a control freak who can’t accept that not everyone needs his input! You don’t trust my judgement at all!" The anger in Varian's eyes... Eugene hadn't seen it since the battle of Old Corona. He couldn’t stop himself from what came next; it was like a reflex, some leftover anger from before.

"WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU!?" Eugene screamed, before quickly covering his mouth in horror.

Varian's eyes widened, filling with tears. Then he carefully schooled his face back to impassive and cold.

Eugene faltered, guilt boiling red hot in his stomach. He really messed up, didn't he? It wasn't that he didn't trust Varian, far from it. From his sassy remarks to dorky antics, and the way he was so passionate about everything, it was clear that Varian put his heart and soul into everything he did, and he only shared that with the people he trusted. Eugene was honored to be one of those people. Now, he might have just lost that.

He trusted Varian with his life. But Varian's life? He couldn't trust anyone with that. It was too precious to him. He'd failed to protect Varian so many times, he just wanted to do it right from now on.

Eugene tried to reach out. "Kid, I didn't mean it like that," he began, but Varian ignored him. Instead, he shouldered past, marching up the stairs towards the main castle, pitcher in hand.

"I don't know, Eugene," Varian spat as he walked, words as bitter as the feeling in Eugene's gut. "Why should you? After all, I'm just a traitor to the crown. I could be a spy for the Baron or Saporia, you never know."

"Come on, I know that’s not true," Eugene stepped forward, moving to follow, but refrained. He could see the quaking of Varian’s shoulders, almost imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him as well as he did. "Varian, you've come so far, you're an amazing kid, I just.."

Varian whirled around, showing that sure enough, his eyes were brimming with tears. "You just what? Fear me? Like everyone else? It's fine, go ahead! Just next time," he sniffled, brushing away an angry tear. "Next time, don't pretend to care. Don’t pretend that you are monitoring me just out of the goodness of your heart. Just treat me like the criminal you think I am.”

He left the lab, leaving Eugene alone with his still untested compound.

About a minute after Varian had stormed off, a guard poked his head in.

“Hey Captain… is now a bad time to tell you a prisoner escaped?”

He groaned.

You could practically see the steam coming out of Varian’s ears as he stomped through the castle, to the point that all the maids and guards gave him a wide berth. His cheeks puffed up as he stomped. Stupid Eugene, stupid pitcher, stupid rules, stupid stupid stupid!

“Ugh!” He cried, kicking at the ground and delighting in the scuffing noises. What did he know anyway? Varian was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, he had been for years! He’d been fine on his own in the months he’d been abandoned, after all. He didn’t need Eugene then, and he didn’t need Eugene now.

Never mind the fact that his descent into madness had been because no one was there.

He burst into the supply closet with all the fury of a thousand suns, thankful that no one was in there at the moment. His hands shook as he placed the pitcher under the pump, letting out his frustration at each up and down motion of the lever.

“What does Eugene know,” Varian hissed. “He was on his own for-fucking-ever, and yet here he is thinking that I can’t handle myself? Says he doesn’t trust me to not die, I survived just fine without him!”

He was so focused on his task, on letting out his anger and ignoring the tears that fell into the pitcher, that he didn’t hear the muffled yelling, or the shuffle of guards, or even the heavy groaning of iron on wooden floors.

The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, and Varian frowned. So much for being left alone. He didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to face who he assumed was looking for him. For a moment, the only sound was the other party’s heavy breathing, and Varian’s sniffling.

“What do you want, Eugene?” He hissed. “Come to yell at me for not taking a break?”

The other person doesn’t speak for a moment. Then, a gruff, and decidedly not Eugene speaks. “Are you talking about Flynn Rider?”

Varian startles. He glances up to see the buffest man he’s ever seen (and considering his dad that’s saying a lot) is bent over, fiddling with something on his shoe.

“...yea. Eugene.” He says, turning back to the pitcher. Odd, no one in the castle called him that anymore. Maybe this guy was a visitor? A tourist who got lost? Ambassador, even? He wasn’t sure. Despite his technically high status, he wasn’t exactly welcome in court. Which meant he was often invited to royal balls only to not know a single person or anything about the current politics. It sucked.

There’s a clink as the man unlocks something. He smirks, turning back to where Varian is distracted. “So, you know him?”

“ Know him?” Varian scoffs. At the silence, he realizes the guy is serious. “Yea, I do. He’s annoying.”

“Tell me about it.” The man gruffs. Unfortunately for him (or, more accurately, unfortunately for Varian), the boy takes the invitation.

“He’s like a big brother to me, which is nice… except for the fact that he treats me like a baby brother instead of a younger one. Constantly hovering, always worried about me. I get that he means well,” he goes on, completely oblivious to how the man’s face lights up in a wicked grin, before shuffling around the closet, searching for rope and linen. “But god, it’s so frustrating when I’m trying to do something and he’s just yelling at me to take care of myself! He just wants to, to keep me locked away or something! And then today, he-he insulted my dad, tried to imply that my dad didn’t care. I get that to him it seems that way, since he’s only ever seen my dad a few times…” he let out a sigh. “I just… I appreciate what he’s doing, but he needs to chill.”

“I don’t know,” the man hums. “I’d argue he’d be valid to be concerned at this exact moment.”

Varian furrowed his brows, eyes glancing back and forth as he tried to make sense of the statement. “What does that…?” His eyes widened as the man turned around. Long blonde hair… rope in one hand… a ball and chain in another.

The Baron smirked.

Eugene kept a brisk pace, anger and annoyance growing by the second. Of course the one time he needed to be looking for Varian, he was stuck instead looking for a maniac. Leave it to Stan and Pete to mess up a prisoner transfer.

“Any sign?” He calls as he passes a guard, who turns to keep in step.

“No sir, but we have reason to suspect he hasn’t left the kingdom.”

“Good. I want all units on the lookout.” The guard saluted and ran off to execute. Their forces would be spread thin, but it was their best bet. He just hoped no one else would run into their convict.

Especially considering his past with the bastard.

No sooner does he make that wish, there’s a loud crash, akin to glass breaking, and a scream.

An all too familiar scream.

“No no no…” He breaks into a sprint, following the source of the noise. Please, for the love of god, let this not be the case. Let him be wrong, it’s just a scared maid, he just spooked him, let him be ok…!

He skids around the corner, and his heart stops dead in his chest.

Varian was strewn over the Baron’s shoulder, violently thrashing. His arms were bound behind his back, and a cloth tied into a gag over his mouth. Tears of desperation budded as his eyes were screwed shut. Strewn at his kidnapper’s feet were shards from a vase. Said man turned, and he saw how it was broken. Varian’s legs had been tied together, with one also chained to the iron ball that had been used to keep the Baron contained. A lot of good that did.

“How on earth are you still fighting?” The giant hissed. “That chain should keep your legs from moving!” Varian glared daggers down at his kidnapper, no doubt spitting fire through the cloth the likes of which would make Lance faint.

Eugene’s shock quickly morphed as he drew his sword with shaking hands and leveled a glare. He couldn’t protect Varian the last time he was kidnapped, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to fail this time.

The Baron smirked. “Ah, Rider. How nice of you to join us.”

Varian’s eyes snapped open, trying to look over his shoulder to see his brother. Large, tear-filled eyes met dark brown in a silent plea. Their previous argument no longer mattered. All that mattered was keeping him safe.

“Let him go. Now.” Eugene’s voice was deadly level, no longer filled with its usual charm and life. “And maybe I’ll be lenient on your sentence.”

The baron hummed, readjusting Varian in his fireman’s carry. “I have an alternative idea. See, I know you, Rider. And I know how weak you are for your friends. Your family.” The last bit caused Eugene to briefly glance up at Varian, before returning his glare to the Baron. “You’re going to let me walk out these halls, and out of this kingdom.”

“And if I don’t?” He really didn’t want to ask, he knew the answer. But he needed to know. How much danger was Varian in? It was one thing to hurt Lance, an adult who already was disliked by the Baron. But an innocent kid…?

The Baron smirked. “Let’s find out, shall we?” With that, the man thrust his fist into the giant window beside him. Glass spewed from the wound, splinters causing both Varian and Eugene to flinch, the latter taking a step back. It was all the advantage the Baron needed, climbing out and into Corona’s sprawling streets.

“Fuck!” Eugene hissed, leaping after, but it was too late. The man had vanished into the maze. He only had one option left, he realized, his gaze turning to the mainland.

“I wasn’t planning on taking hostages, but you’re the Royal Engineer, hm? And Rider’s little brother. I’m sure I can fetch a pretty penny… though I’m not opposed to just killing you,” The Baron hummed, moving through the city’s alleys at a speed that really shouldn’t be possible when the man had a squirming teenager on his back. But the words had stunned Varian into submission, helpless to do anything but try and kick his chained leg. If he could just get the damned ball to move, he could potentially use it as a weapon.

Maybe then Eugene would actually trust him to take care of himself.

The main bridge was fast approaching, unguarded, with nothing stopping the criminal from making off with his prize. Wait… there! Straight ahead, a lampost. Varian didn’t need to move the ball, just get the chain stuck around it, and that should buy him some time!

Slowly, so as not to alert the Baron, he began to swing his leg, letting the ball’s momentum begin to carry. He couldn’t swing very much, its weight too much, but his timing was just right. The ball swung around the pole as they passed, hooking on. The Baron was not prepared for the jerk, and so he stumbled, Varian slipping down his grasp and tripping him further. He fell to the floor, grunting slightly in pain.

He only had one shot. If he didn’t get himself back up now , his attempt would fail. Nimble hands twisted around in his bonds, trying to slide out of the rope, but they were too tight.

Come on Varian, he thought to himself. Eugene taught you how to escape this stuff! Think! How do you get out of ropes?

His mind trailed to the post-Cassandra “Hostage 101” seminar Eugene had given (read: forced onto) him. Something about using your elbows to create a space in your wrists? No wait, that was for when your hands are in front of you! Gah!

Despite it all, Varian can’t help but let frustrated tears prick at his eyes, slicing down his cheek and cutting open his soul, leaving it raw, exposed to the elements, to this bastard. He couldn’t even get his binding undone! At least with his last kidnapping, he could not escape because it was literally unbreakable. Here, he was just too weak. Too naive. Too oblivious.

If Eugene was here, this wouldn’t be a problem. Eugene would never let anything bad happen to him on his watch, it was his job, after all. And he was damn good at it.

If only Varian hadn’t stormed off.

He squirmed forward, trying to drag himself away from the Baron and buy himself more time. But it didn’t work. The man grabbed onto the ball, and yanked hard , dragging the teen over rocks that slashed at his skin.

“I will admit, that is exactly what I should’ve expected from you,” he growled, his massive form towering over Varian. With one smooth motion, he hauled the alchemist up by his shirt collar, forcing their eyes to meet. “But you won’t get away that easily.”

“Neither will you!”

The Baron turned, a feral smirk crawling over his face as he saw Eugene’s panting form. “Rider. I thought I told you not to follow?” He clicked his tongue, more akin to scolding a small child.

Eugene didn’t back down, sword drawn and pointing straight at his prey. “Let him go. Now.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but an order.

The Baron raised an eyebrow, hand still tightly gripping Varian. “You took everything from me. My daughter, my legacy, my empire. You really think I should let him go?”

“He has nothing to do with any of that!” Eugene barked, protective rage racing through his veins and spitting out of his mouth like flames. “Release him. Or I will engage.”

The Baron teeth were bared, canines flashing. “Good.”

He turned and threw Varian off the bridge.

Time moved in slow motion. Wind whistled in Varian’s ears, ruffling his hair and sending it spiral above his head, filling his vision with raven edges. The sky seemed to shrink, growing farther and farther away.

Eugene’s horrified face from high above was the last thing he saw before he hit the water.

Water rushed up his unprepared nose, spilling into his soul as he choked and tried to spit and cough it out. But he couldn’t, gag remaining firmly in place. He thrashed, trying something, anything, to stop his rapid descent, but the heavy ball on his ankle prevented any success. Blue overtook his vision, rays of sun fading more and more along with his loss of oxygen. His ears ached with increasing pressure, more and more until finally the ball hit something, vibrations rocketing up his leg.

He tried desperately to think of something, anything that could help him, but as the fog of unconsciousness creeped ever closer, the haze growing stronger and stronger, all he could think of was Eugene .

It was his last thought before darkness overtook him.

“VARIAN!” Eugene shrieked, watching as his little brother hit the water with a splash . His horrified gaze whipped around to see the Baron calmly walking away. “Get back here!” He yelled, running forward with his sword prepared to strike the man down once and for all. It hit its target, slashing the Baron’s shirt open and his form onto the floor. Blow after blow, he whaled on the large man with fists so fast his enemy had no time to strike back. The Captain raised the sword with both hands on the hilt, preparing for the final strike in a fit of fury…

“Sure,” the Baron grinned through a split lip. “Kill me, go ahead. But you’ll be killing him too.”

Eugene froze mid air.

He had a choice to make.

He could fulfill his duty, keeping Corona safe… at the cost of his baby brother…

Just like during the blizzard, just like in the months after…

The Baron cackled, seeing the emotions flicker across Eugene’s face. “Tick tock, Rider!” He yelled, laughter ringing in the captain’s ears and drowning him in panic just like how Varian was drowning now-

He dropped his sword in horror, sprinting over to the bridge’s edge, barely able to make out a familiar shape down below.

There was no more hesitation; he dove straight down, teeth gritted as he took a deep breath and fell down into the murky abyss.

There was one small blessing, and that was that the bay wasn’t terribly deep. It didn’t exceed beyond 20 feet in depth, and while that wasn’t much, it was still enough to cause a problem when you’re fucking drowning .

His boots hit dirt level, eyes straining in the freshwater as he tried to make out Varian’s face. It was slack, no emotion, no open eyes… he was running out of time.

Think, Eugene, think! He’s dying! His panicked mind screeched. In theory, the gag and hands could wait, but the ball and chain needed to go. Where were his lock picks, he thought as he rifled through his pockets until he landed on a vial.

His eyes widened as he took it out, the red glow illuminating Varian’s rapidly paling face. Of course! The kid’s alchemy! Thank god he’d listened, god his brother was so smart!

Please, please work, he prayed, smashing the vial on the ankle chain, watching with delight as it dissolved like paper in water. Immediately, Varian started to float. His big brother wrapped his arms around him, pushing up off the floor to propel them to the surface.

He gasped, lungs aching as he treaded water, Varian’s head lolling against his chest as the captain struggled to keep them both afloat. Thankfully, the mainland was right by, and in no time he was pulling Varian onto a grassy bank.

He wasted no time, starting chest compressions the second they were both on shore. “Come on kid, come on, don’t die on me!” Eugene hissed, water dripping from his hair onto the teen’s face. “You survived fucking Zhan Tiri you do not get to die from this-”

He was cut off as Varian began to cough violently, rolling over onto his side as he threw up water. A soothing hand ran over Varian’s back, consoling him as the kid slowly came back to life.

Finally, he stopped gagging, only panting heavily as each breath felt like heaven. Clouded blue eyes glanced back at his savior, melting into relief when he saw who it was.

“Eugene,” he sighed, letting the older man pull him into a hug he quickly reciprocated.

“Fuck,” Eugene breathed, laying his chin on Varian’s head. “You ok, kid?”

“...I think I drank enough water for today.”

Eugene laughed, tightening his grip just a bit more. “Yea, ok, you got me there.”

The walk back to the castle was slow going. By the time they both got there, they were shivering like crazy, so much so that the maids took one look at them and tossed towels their way.

For now, they were settled in the infirmary, letting the doctors check Varian over to make sure he wasn’t at risk of secondary drowning. A fresh fire crackled nearby, permeating the room with a comfortable atmosphere as Varian laid his head on Eugene’s shoulder.

“Did…” Varian was the first to speak. “Did you catch the Baron…?”

“...No. He got away.” Eugene sighed, defeated. He was not looking forward to writing a report.

“I’m sorry,” Varian whispered.

“Don’t be.”

“But I am!” The teen leaned back, frustrated blue meeting confused brown. “If I had just remembered any of the stuff you taught me, I would’ve been able to escape on my own! I shouldn’t have to rely on you for everything…!” His face burned red at the admission, guilt overpowering.

Eugene frowned. “Hey, whoa. You were panicking, it’s ok to not remember! If you want a refresher I can give you one.” His eyes glanced elsewhere. “Or maybe. Someone else should. Don’t want me hovering after all.”

Varian was quiet for a moment, eyes looking anywhere but his brother as the words evaded him. “No. I… I don’t really mind hovering. Sometimes,” he added, holding a finger up. “Sometimes. It’s nice to remember you guys care. But… you need to trust me to not fall over at the smallest push.”

“You mean like this?” Eugene joked, poking Varian in the side, smirking when the kid leaned heavily and fell onto his back, resting against the cot.

“Not fair,” Varian grumbled, but sure enough, there was a small smile on his face. It faded slightly. “I’m sorry for blowing up. You were just trying to help.”

Eugene smiled, slightly pained, but still a smile. “Nah, I deserved it. I’m sorry for all the stuff I said, kid. You know I trust you with my life, right?”

Varian nodded, grabbing Eugene’s arm and pulling him down till he was resting beside the younger. “And I trust you with mine,” he said.

“Well, I would sure hope so.” Eugene snickered. “So, we good?”

“We're good.”

“Excellent. Now, I don’t know about you,” the man wrapped an arm around Varian, till he was resting his head against Eugene’s chest. “But I am exhausted. You exhaust me, you know that?”

“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” Varian teased, but didn’t argue as his eyes slid shut.

“Grey hairs, Varian. Grey hairs.”

#varian #tangled the series #tts #tangled #rapunzel's tangled adventure #eugene fitzherbert #tts varian #tts eugene #team awesome

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urlocalfrogmammy · 4 years

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i’m scared of telling you how i feel—richard winters

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y/n is infatuated with dick. dick is infatuated with you. the only two people clueless enough not to see it is the both of you. nix is sick of it, and decides to give you a push

god bless richard winters. warnings: my love for gingers rlly pulling thru. word count 1.7k

'HQ' at bastogne was really just a tent like structure with a few foxholes and a stove. you left your foxhole, the early morning fog shrouding you as you padded over. you were met with lewis nixon and richard winters, and you saluted, greeting the men. "i want you to go with captain winters. he's doing a patrol of the line, collecting some reconnaissance will be your job." having captain nixon as your boss had many benefits, and being able to see his best friend, dick winters, was the best one. how you mooned over him. the all american solider, always the gentleman of the room. you'd first bonded at the new years party at aldbourne. it had been a relatively quiet night, yet the both of you seemed to be the only sober ones there. you’d known each other beforehand, vaguely, due to nix. but that night was when your crush began to grow. and jesus, it never stopped.

the man in question was attempting to shave his stubble, ever the stickler for rules, and was failing miserably. in your moment of distraction nixon grasped your bare hands. "where are your gloves?"

"i'm lending them to doc, sir." he pulled you towards the stove and you started to warm your hands over it, feeling the warmth tingle and smiling. "you look like your struggling there dick.” nixon smirked at him.

“yeah. yeah i am, you want a job?”

“no. not me, you can’t trust me with a razor.” he nodded in your direction, “lieutenant y/n however, she’d be an excellent candidate.” both you and winters flushed. nixon nudged you to sit down next to dick and handed you a razor. “get to work, lieutenant.”

"you don't have to—"

"it's ok, sir. i don't mind." you gently held his chin in your hand and slid the razor down the shaving cream he'd lathered on his face. dick looked at you, watching the tip of your tongue slipping from between your lips in concentration and wondering what your lips would feel like against his. he was never one to be unprofessional like nix, but god he would break every rule in the book for you. "where are we patrolling sir?" you interrupted his thoughts.

"just down the line, looking for breaks, checking on the men, that kind of thing."

you smiled at him, cleaning the razor in the tin of water. "you care about the men a lot, don't you sir."

"yeah, i do. especially when i can see them struggling." he aimed the statement at you, he'd heard your crying at night. averting your gaze with a soft smile, he took your hand gently. "you'd tell me if you needed help wouldn't you?"

"yes sir." your voice was quiet and sincere. "now let's get this finished."

you shaved the rest of dick's face in silence, with just the gentle sound of the razor grating against the stubble. you lifted the edges of the towel around from his shoulders and used them to wipe excess shaving cream off his face, and suddenly remembered that he was your superior. dropping the towel like it had burned you, you mumbled an apology. "that wasn't my... i shouldn't have done that."

"it's alright y/n. i think we've known each other long enough now." he gave you a smile, and you ducked your head, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. the snow suddenly became fascinating, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he stared at you. “shall we get going with that patrol, lieutenant?”

“sounds good sir.”

you were freezing. freezing cold. so was dick, you could tell by the way he clung to himself. you resisted the urge to shudder, instead letting out shuddery breaths and chattering your teeth. "they'll hear you from across the line y/n."

"sorry, sir."

"it's not y—"

you both heard it. an unmistakable rustle in the bushes. both you and dick grabbed and aimed your rifles, it was like second nature now. your blood thumped in your ears, and your heart thumped in your chest. there was a rustle again and you called out: “who’s there?” no reply. suddenly you heard the click of a gun and you pulled the trigger of your rifle, no thought and no hesitation. there were two thuds. one was the body of whoever you’d just shot. the other was the dull thud of your rifle landing on the snow. dick ran over to see what had been shot, his rifle still up and ready to shoot. you scuttled behind him.

the german was dead. you'd killed him instantly. in a way it made you grateful, that he hadn't suffered the way you'd seen some men suffer. "i killed him." the words tumbled out your mouth, your hands trembled and your breaths started to get shorter. dick took your wobbling hands in his. "you did what you needed to do to save us." you looked down to try and conceal the tears that had spilled over, and were now trickling down your face, but the captain gently lifted your chin up. the butterflies in your stomach were doing cartwheels at this point, as dick’s fingers brushed your tears away. “let’s go back. nix can do this.”

“but—”

“that’s an order lieutenant.” he said it ever so gently, it didn’t feel like an order. it felt like a plea.

back at HQ, dick hurried you to sit by the stove and you complied, though the shakes that wracked your body weren't from the cold. "what happened to her?" nixon asked, offering you a flask of alcohol that you took with juddering hands, thanking him quietly. "she shot a german."

"isn't that what she's trained to do—"

"it could have been anyone captain nixon."

"but it wasn't. you saved us y/n. two seconds later and we'd be on our way to an aid station." you sipped the whiskey in nixon's flask. "thought you didn't drink?"

"i don't, sir."

dick stood up and told lewis he wanted him on the patrol instead. "be careful nix."

"i will." he slung his rifle over his shoulder. “oh and dick? tell her, i’m sick of waiting.” smirking, he sauntered off.

"tell me...what?"

"he's just... you know what he's like." dick smiled and you smiled back, though your heart was heavy with disappointment. the redhead took a seat next to you and began to warm his hands too. "cold here, huh?"

you dissolved into giggles at this wholly obvious statement. dick quirked a smile at you and you couldn't stop, until the laughing became crying and you found your body wracked with sobs.

dick was on you as soon as he saw you break. an arm round your shoulder and a hand in yours, he rocked you side to side and shushed you gently. "it's stupid."

"no, no y/n it's not." it broke his heart as he felt you cling to his sleeve. repressing a smile as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, dick tentatively ran his fingers through the matted hair of your ponytail. you seemed to enjoy the gesture, so he continued until you settled down. he felt a loss of warmth as you sat up. wiping your eyes, you mumbled an apology to the captain. "it's alright y/n. go get some sleep."

"captain winters?" it was late, but you found yourself hounded by images of the man you'd shot that afternoon. you could have tried nixon, but you knew as well as anyone he was a heavy sleeper when he was drunk. richard pulled the cloth covering his foxhole over and popped his head out. "i can't sleep." realising how stupid you were, you backed away. "sorry, i don't know why i woke you—"

"would you like to... talk?"

"i er... yeah. yeah."

"come on then." he held out a hand to help you into his foxhole. sitting side by side, dick slipped his hand into yours. "you okay?"

"yeah..." you leaned back into the wall of his foxhole. "i just have... a lot on my mind."

"about this afternoon?" his thumb began to trace circles on the back of your hand.

"yeah... not just that though. sir i—" you cut yourself off. the words you wanted to say were so right in every way, except you weren’t allowed to be in love in the army. you heavily exhaled. “you can tell me anything y/n, you know that.”

“i know dick, it’s just—”

“you called me dick.”

“oh... i’m sorry sir i—”

“i like it.” he gave you that smile that melted you and you felt relief flood you.

with that reassuring statement, you shakily admitted: "i'm scared of telling you how i feel. it's wrong, it's all wrong." dick's hand slipped out of yours and he turned away from you. "say it now. i can’t see you. makes it easier."

"does it?"

"yeah." you could hear the smile in his voice. you took three deep, steady breaths.

"i'm in love with you." dick didn't say anything, he just turned around and looked at you with those icy eyes you'd become so infatuated with. "really?" you nodded.

"ever since aldbourne."

dick grinned and leaned over to you. "can i?"

"yeah." it was one breathy word. dick's kiss was soft and gentle, filled with a caring kind of passion that you hadn't felt before. he cupped your cheek, gently stroking your hair back as you deepened the kiss. pulling away, smiling, dick placed his forehead on yours. “was it worth getting over your fear?”

“yes. a hundred times yes!” you squealed as he leaned down and captured your lips once again, feeling nothing more than pure joy in that moment.

the next morning you and dick woke up late. slipping out of his foxhole, you were greeted with the bright morning sun reflected onto the white snow, and lewis nixon looking smugger than ever. “did he tell you?”

“i told him.”

“damn.” he sipped his coffee. “what did you get up to in there?”

“nothing that would interest you nix!” dick called out, emerging from his foxhole and slapping his helmet onto his head. the captain wiggled his thick eyebrows at you and winked. you could feel yourself blush, but you opted to shake your head at him in mock disappointment. you were too happy to be embarrassed.

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #richard winters #dick winters #richard winters x reader #richard winters x you #dick winters x reader #dick winters x you

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demolition-lovers-blog · 4 years

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A Dark Love 3

*A/n Hope this chapter makes up for the last one,I feel like pt. 2 maybe was rushed and not sure if was one of my better writing.

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Harry went in to kiss y/n again, but it's like a light bulb went off in her head. What was she doing? She was still hurt. What she couldn't figure out is why,why did it feel like if she lost him it would be the end of her life. Like she couldn't survive the rest of her life without Harry by her side. To say she was confused was a understatement.

You threw your hands up landing on Harry's chest to push him off of you. "NO! Harry, I can't do this. I'm still so hurt, sad and Fucking angry!" She took a breath. " I need time to think you just forgot literally forgot I was there because some ex showed up it was our first date. I can't say it gave me a sense of security you didn't even notice I was gone for almost 20 minutes I'm sorry but it feels like you drove a knife into my back and it came out thru my heart. I need some time please respect that."

Harry started back at you stunned. He knew somewhere in his head that it seemed to be going way to good to soon. "Baby, I have never been more sorry for anything in my life. There are things I can't tell you yet,but I promise the time will come." Harry ran his fingers thru his hair trying to hold back his emotions,because a demon couldn't stop any transformation when they are overcome with a strong emotion.

Y/n was looking up at Harry. She shook her head she must be tired cause her eyes were playing tricks on her. She could swear that Harry's eyes were getting redder an brighter by the second. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Again she tried nothing. Harry could tell she was about to have a full blown panic attack. He leaned down to the girl he loved and with a heavy heart and a head full of guilt he bent down to whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry baby,I hope one day you will be able to forgive me when I am able to tell you everything. As for right now I need you to stay with me. So I can make sure you are ok, plus any distance between us would cause us both physical pain."Y/n eyes grew wider. What the fuck is he talking about none of this mad sense he must be a psychopath. At that moment fearing she would never make it out alive and with that the tears were rolling down her face but she was still unable to speak. "I promise baby I'm doing this for you,because I love you. One day you will realize this. I love you." And with that Harry pulled a smile vile from his pocket and tilted it to her lips where he compelled her to drink which she did. Within seconds y/n's eyes closed in a deep sleep. Harry picked you up bridle style and started walking out to his car, placing kisses to your temple your lips and cheeks,his own tears almost blurring his vision as they refused to stop. This is what needed to be done for your safety. He kept telling himself he was doing the right thing,the best thing for you not himself. But the demon in him knew he was doing it solely for himself. Harry tried to shake that thought away, it was hard having a altar ego that was full demon. Harry looked up to the heavens. "Mom if you can hear me,I really need your help. Please mommy." Harry laid y/n in the backseat,covered her with a blanket. He then got in started the an drove off.

Deanna wasn't even watching the Holy spectrum t.v., but she heard clear as if it was spoken in her ear. "Mom if you can hear me, I really need your help,please mommy." Deanna fell to her knees in the thousands of years since his birth Harry, her baby boy had never called out for her. But he was calling her now and she could hear him. It broke her heart he sounded s defeated,so broken,so hopeless. She couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She had followed the rules for thousands of years not seeing her son or having contact to the only being she ever loved and honestly still loved. It might cost her a eternity in heaven but if it meant helping her son she knew after how she had left him this was the least she could do. Knowing that she could never make up for what she had done oh so long ago.

Harry sat in the corner of his master bedroom, he knew that y/n would be up soon and he still did not know how to explain this to her. He was so worried that she was going to hate him and the thought was killing him. As he sat worrying unable to think clear.

All of a sudden Harry is startled out his thinking when he heard a knock on his door. Harry thinks who actually knows where he is. He lives in a castle up high on a hill in remote area. He slowly makes his way to the door opening it and is stunned at what he sees a beautiful woman and something instantly washed over him. He has never met her, never seen her, or so much as spoken to her but he instantly knows. "Mom?" He says. "Harry,my love. May I come in?" He nods opening the door wide for her to come in. She resists hugging him she knew she had no right after everything she did. "How did you find me?" He whispers. "Harry, I've always known where you are,I've always been watching. I'm not supposed to have contact but I couldn't ignore what is happening. Your father has over stepped his boundaries." "I fucking knew it." Harry spits. "Oh my sweet boy, it's not personal after I made the choice to go back to heaven your dad turned is own heart black swearing to never love again. He she's this as saving you the heartbreak he went thru. But he's wrong, we were soulmates I got selfish thought I deserved to be in heaven. I've regretted it but I knew your father would never see me again."So please dont let him take this from you." Harry looked at his mother with tired eyes and sighed. "Ive done something stupid." "I know you have." his mother sighed back. "But I'm here to help you fix it." "How?" "Well, you have a matching Marks with your mate. But even before you tell her that I would like to speak with her. I can help her understand help her see,I can do that. In the end you have to let her decide if she wants this when she finds out you are a demon,well half demon you are still half angel my love. And that comes out even though you dont always see it you are my son you are just as much an angel as you are a demon."

Y/n wakes up confusion setting in at first. Then realizing that Harry must have brought her hear. She remembers him apologizing before giving her a drink and her falling asleep. She then let out a cry she was so confused and scared. The door to the room she was in slowly opened and in walked a beautiful woman. "Who are you?" Y/n asked. "Dont be afraid my name is Deanna and I just would like to speak to you. I promise none is going to hurt you in fact I'm an angel. Y/n thought everyone around here must be crazy."Ok, go ahead." She responded.

" It actually started before Harry was born she went on to explain Satan and hers story,and how Harry was her son. Y/n sat there mouth open and not sure what to say. The last thing she explained was the matching Marks , she asked her to turn her arm over to see her wrist. "There it is." Deanna said. Y/n looked "This I thought this was just an old scar from when I was a kid." No,love Harry had the same one. I'm going to head out now and Harry will be in shortly. I know hes made some mistakes but be easy on him, this is all knew to him but he loves you so much and I can see your soul you love him too." And with that Deanna left the room.

Harry waited for his mother down stairs. Deanna smiled looking at her son. "Its ok Harry she knows everything, she is a smart girl and she loves you so go love her Harry she needs you. Harry pulled his mom in for a hug which surprised both of them. But they both pulled away smiling. "Well I have to go see someone else, I love you Harry." Harry nodded and smiled which was more then she expected so she was happy. With that Deanna left.

Y/n sat on the black and red satin sheets,her head darting to the door when she heard it open. But quickly lowered it back down.

Harry walks in and sits down on the bed. "Baby, I just want to say..." Y/n cuts him off "No Harry tou dont have to explain your mom told me everything. At first I thought you were all crazy but she showed me things and helped me understand. I know the decision to be with you, a demon, is totally my choice." Harry is staring at her waiting his heart filled with dread. "And I want to be with you Harry demon or not. I love you and i need you. I want to be your everything."

With that Harry turned and started crawling towards her on the bed, eyes started out blazing red then turned to black. Y/n never thought she would find something like this sexy and turning her on but she did. "Oh baby I love you to and I need you,need to kiss you,touch you be one with you." Y/n nodded. But Harry speaks again. Did my mother explain anything about being lovers with a demon?" Y/n got shy. "Well yes she told me a few things that you like control,your possessive,and like submission and obedience. And something about Bdsm, but I kinda tuned out then cause I really dont know what that is. I've never really had the chance to tell you I've only been with one guy and we were only together 4 months so I didn't get a lot of practice. So you are going to be like my ex it sounds he wanted everything done to him never returned it and only cared that he got to, ya know finish."

Harry shook his head for a minute" Yes what my mom said was true but it's about pleasure and some pain but good pain. I could explain everything to you but fuck baby just let me show you. You are mine and I am yours everywhere except in the bedroom when we are in here it's just You Are Mine,my toy,my doll,my submissive most importantly and I am Yout Master." Are we clear?" Y/n let a breath out ahe didn't know she was holding. "Yes" Harry leaned over her small frame eyes red, "Yes what?" He growled. "Yes master." Her voice very timid and suddenly very shy and insecure. "That's better baby." And he leans in to give her a kiss he started out slow but the kiss got deeper and more desperate but then he just stopped an pulled away.

Harry gets off the bed and sits on his nice plush red velvet arm chair the kind you just sink into. Y/n is still on the bed not sure what to do. Harry looks at her. "Get off the bed little girl and come over to me." Harry hums when she is standing before him, and he still looks taller then her while hes in the chair. Broken out of her thought by Harry's voice. "Strip for me baby." What y/n thinks I cant do that no way I'd never be able. She thinks all this while her head is looking at her feet that swiping over each other in nervousness. "This was not a question, if I tell you do to do something then you do it. If you want to find out about punishment tonight it can be arranged but I was trying to leave it out tonight. Now I said strip!" "Yes master." Harry smirks at that and watches eyes black and hooded with lust, he has waited for this moment for what feels like forever. Watching as her shirt comes off followed by her pants. "Stop there baby I want to take the rest off my self. Now come closer." Y/n walks the little distance between them and stands there. Harry tells her to sit on his lap. When her knees are against each side of his hips, harry leanded in and kissed her. While kissing her he expertly unhooked her bra. Harry looks down and a growl so low came from the back of his throat as he latched on to her nipple the other being taken between his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting and not gently either.

"Ouch,Harry that hurts." "You can handle it ." He says as he bites down on her nipple making her cry out a moan which she was not expecting. Harry smirked. His hands glided down her stomach till he reached her panties encouraging her to lift up so he could take them off. With this y/n became so self conscious. "Fuck you are beautiful babygirl, and your pretty pink pussy is all mine. Mine to use. Mine to abuse. Mine to do what whatever and whenever I choice to. And right now I'm feeling exceptionally hungry." "Yes,master all yours, all that is yours." "Such a good little slut for me, so before I bury my face in ur sweet wet pussy your going to ride my finger till I tell you to stop." Y/n agreed. Harry stuck 2 of his fingers in her mouth and told her to.suck. she sucked his fingers till they were wet. Harry then took her saliva and rubbed it over her clit in small circle for the time being. Deciding he wants you wetter. "Lean back baby so I have a good view of your little cunt." When she was leans back Harry spit right on her pussy and then using his own spit pushed his 2 fingers into her pussy. Y/n moaned. "That feel good poppet?" "Yes master" she replied. "Now what I want you to do is move yourself up and down on my fingers I want you to ride my fingers like you would ride my cock." Y/n started out moving slowly but as Harry started curling his fingers into her she was going faster."You have to tell me when you are close baby." "I'm close she rushed out and with that Harry pulled out his fingers flipping them over so y/n was sitting in the chair with harry hovering over her. He put one of her legs over one side of the arm chair and did the same with the other side. She was fully exposed laid open like a feast and Harry felt like he has never seen a feast as mouth watering and the smell he could smell her arousal and fuck he needed to shove his tongue into her pussy now.

Harry ran his tongue up an down her slit,having his tongue deep in her wet hole but never once went near her clit. He was trying to make her crazy he'll admit that.

Y/n is whining she feels so close to coming but just needs something else. "What's the matter baby,doesn't my tongue deep in your cunt fucking you feel good." He licks over her swollen lips and smirked. And then being the demon he is ghosts right over her clit, and he makes sure his lips are right there over her clit so when he speaks she gets little teases that are making her want to cry. "What's the matter princess, you have a tears in your eyes." He says blowing cool air over her swollen clit. "Please master please but your lips around me." Always the demon Harry responds. "Where princess where should I put my lips?" "My clit" y/n practically yells. " Oh this swollen little button?" He asks as he starts tapping one finger on it lightly. "Yes,please,master." Harry takes the swollen bud into his mouth sucking so fucking hard and at the same time he pushes two fingers deep in her pussy. Y/n screams out he is sucking her clit so hard and at the same time fucking the shit out of her with his fingers. "You gonna come for me baby,you gonna give me all your cum? I want it so bad baby I need all your cum,on and and your going to give it to me. I Want it!" And with a few more hard sucks from his lips and thrusts of his fingers y/n explodes around Harry. He moves his lips down to lap up everything she gave him while working her thru her orgasm by rubbing her clit in circles with his fingers."

Harry looks at y/n and laughs she looks totally fucked out. Naked and sweaty while he was cool calm and still fully dressed. Control and dominance clearly shown here tonight. "Ok,baby let's get you in a nice bath,clean you up yeah?" "What about you" y/n asked. "Oh little girl, I said clean you up not put you to bed. I'm not even close to being fucking done with you." And with that he picked her up bridal style and headed off the the bathroom.

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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Birthday Boy

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank you

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You had already surprised Roger with breakfast in bed on his birthday

And of course given him an amazing blowjob

...but the day wasn't over quite yet

Then when you got dressed for the party, you teased him, swayed your hips until he could not take it.

He had taken you hard from behind, making you look at yourself in the mirror

The party had been a success

He was like a happy kid, you had really spoiled him.. all day long

Not only with orgasms..

There was a new after shave.. A new watch.. A framed picture of the two of you

Now, you and your boyfriend were on your way back to the hotel, you walked hand in hand along the beach to your hotel

He had looked at you all evening, trying to seduce you when nobody was looking

But you teased him and just smiled back

Almost pushed his hand away

Now he was frustrated, you could see it all so well

You stopped and his hands cupped your face.. Kissed you eagerly

You knew what he wanted..

He dragged you inside the hotel, thru the lobby and took the elevator up to 4:th floor without a word

The door slammed shut behind him

His eyes were almost black from lust

There was still clothes scattered all over the bed since you got dressed before the party.

You bit your lip, slowly stepped backwards, your hands clasped behind you as you watched Roger.

He slowly began to remove his clothes.. The tie.. The white shirt..

He looked at you as you were his prey.

His pants dropped to the floor

You licked your lips as you fucked his cock with your eyes.

You should be used to seeing Roger bare by now.. before you your gasp hitched in your throat.

He continued to push you until you felt the bed behind your legs

Crashed his lips onto yours and moaned while your tounges melted together

- Mmmm.. Babe, you have been so bad today, teasing me.. You better taste my cock before I even touch you

You didn't need to be asked or forced.. this was what you wanted

-Well of course Roger.. See it as a part of my gift for you

You sniled

You needed his cock soooo bad

While on your knees you looked up on him

You let out a satisfied hum as you gently ran your hands up the backs of his thighs until you cupped his peachy ass, leaning in to slowly run the tip of your tongue over the angry red head of his cock.

He phanted faster and faster and almost growled when he pulled your head closer

You licked the full length of his cock, felt his prominent vein on your tounge, wrapping your left hand around his shaft as you laid soft kisses around him, slowly pumping his cock.

Roger rolled his hips, desperate for your touch.

You gently nipped his balls, grinning up at him when you heard Roger let out a low moan .

- Fuck! Roger thrusts sped up.

His cock slipped easily in and out of your mouth, getting further and further down your throat with each move. Your eyes began to water but God, you fucking loved it.

- Look at me, Roger pulled you off his cock, smirking down at you as you gasped for air. Tell me you love me, Y/N

- Mmmm I love you Rog.. You know I do

- Shit! I wanna taste you hunnie... NOW!! I cannot wait any longer

You pushed away the clothes on the bed and laid down yourself

Roger bit his bottom lip as he crawled over the top of you, taking in just how beautiful you were.

He knew he was a lucky man.

He ran his left hand up your thigh, kissing down your neck.

- So, beautiful, He whispered. His lips brushed over your hot skin coming to the top of your breast, nipping on them, sucking a bite mark just above your nipple before sucking the tiny bud.

- Mine.. all fuckin mine mmmm.. you taste so good, baby, Roger hummed looking up to meet your eyes. Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.

He pulled back slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before he pushed them inside you, his tongue once more flicked at your clit.

Your hands tangled into his blonde hair, pulling gently as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you. Your hips began moving in time with his pumping fingers.

Your back arched and with a loud moan you squirted on his tounge

- Mmmm..Ahhhh.. babygirl...

Roger worked you through your orgasm, gently kissing your thighs as he withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean as he sat up.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth you moaned together in unison your hands slowly made their way up to his side as you kissed, splaying across his muscular back.

He looked deep into your eyes while entering your body you felt every inch of his big cock, you clenched around him and you cried out his name over and over

Your mouth fell open after Roger snapped his hips forwards faster and faster, your legs wrapping around him until the tips of your heels were digging into his ass.

You gasped and mewled underneath him as his cock stretched you out, over and over.

His hand wrapped around your throat and began to tighten.

- Look at me, kitten, no more teasing game ok?

He commanded. Your eyes shot up to meet his now completely black ones..... Always, look, at, me!!

He breathed deeply, his thumb coming to press against your clit as he squeezed a little harder.

You whined out Roger's name fighting to keep your eyes open, but as your orgasm hit you, you couldn't.

Your eyes rolled back in your head.

Once he had recovered enough from his own mind-blowing orgasm, Roger cleaned you up then moved you under the covers, kissing your lips softly every chance he got.

You laid facing him, smiling softly as you admired his handsome yet sweat covered face

- I love you Roger... So sorry for teasin you today

- Aww sweetheart.. It was worth it right? I hope I wasn't too rough on you love?

- Yes it was.. Ohh noo... You were absolutely perfect

You crawled closer to him

- You know what?

He muffeled in your hair....

It was the best birthday I could get

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assless-chapstick · 4 years

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Hi you said daddy kink and Charles in the same sentence so here I am. I can talk about that literally forever. Also, how is the John/Javi/Arthur action? Does Javi makes Arthur a bit softer with John? The opposite? What about Arthur and Javi?

God that’s something, ain’t it feller… something I never really considered… but now that the wheels is turning….

I think Arthur and Javi have such different ways they treat John, it takes a long time before John is ready to like, get together with them? Cuz Javi is really really new to kink, he doesn’t get a lot of it… Charles is new to it too, but the pain and bdsm stuff all really appeal to him. Javi doesn’t like pain play or traditional D/s stuff at all, and he’s really scared of it and doesn’t understand it

Like he’s grown up thinking even the feelings he has, these bondage fantasies, wanting to tie his partner up and fuck them, wanting to play with knives and consent, he feels so wrong for that, and can’t possibly understand not being ashamed of that, or of anyone actually enjoying receiving that. So when he sees the bruises Arthur leaves on John’s body, googles the kind of shit Arthur and John might get up to, he feels a little sick.

He loves John so so much, he can’t imagine hurting him like that, especially when he can’t imagine the John he knows – soft and sweet in a sweatshirt and stockings and cotton panties and slippers, his hair in a scrunchie, biting his lip like a virgin as Javi goes down on him – can’t imagine being cruel to John in that way.

But I think eventually, he gets…. Curious. Asks Arthur if he can join them, maybe just to watch, and Arthur is fine with that; it’s John that needs convincing, cuz John is afraid if Javi sees that nasty, dark, disgusting, fucked-up side of him, he won’t want John no more. He likes being Javi’s good girl, doesn’t wanna change that..

Eventually though, Javi wins him over. They sit down with Arthur for drinks to talk about it before hand, of course, and John gets a little drunk just so he can handle the embarrassment as Arthur spells out exactly what might go down – they talk safety and safewords, what Javi can expect to see, signs John is having a good time vs signs he needs to stop, etc. They also make sure that Javi knows he can safewords, too, if it gets to be too much, and that makes him a lot less nervous.

So they decide that Javi will just watch, this first time, just to see how it goes, see if he can handle it… and Javi loves John so much, quietly decides he’s gonna sit thru this no matter what.

When they finally get to it, Javi almost pulls the plug immediately, cuz the first thing Arthur does is slap John across the face and grab his hair, pull his head back hard so he can growl in John’s ear… press a hand against John’s collarbone, nowhere near his neck but close enough to have John’s breath picking up and his eyes going wide… and for a second Javi is super scared and worried so he kinda just blurts out, like, “you ok, John?”

And both Arthur and John turn to look at Javi, and John smiles and gives him a thumbs up, tries to nod even though Arthur’s hand is still in his hair, and his smile is so bright and genuine Javi is kinda soothed by it… what matters to him is John having fun.

And I think Javi finds he…. Kinda likes watching. Gets hard watching John suck Arthur’s strap, seeing the muscles in his jaw and neck work as he takes it deep in his throat… likes to see the way John twitches and rolls his hips against nothing as Arthur teases him, likes the soft, breathy, punched-out sound John makes when Arthur says like “look at you, cocksucker, all wet and leaking just from sucking dick. You gonna show him? Show your little boyfriend what a nasty slut you are, how much you like getting railed, what a cock-hungry cum-guzzling bitch you are?” like Javi didn’t really think he’d like this, couldnt fathom it… but watching, rather than performing it, and seeing John enjoy it is … sexy to him

and all throughout, Javier will interrupt quietly, just to ask like “you good, flaca?” or “are you having fun, babe?” and every time John nods and whimpers and looks at Javi like he wants him desperately.

Eventually, Arthur makes John crawl up onto the bed and… present himself, face-down ass up, so Javi can see his skinny little ass in full view… he’s still got his panties on, with a big wet stain where he’s been leaking pre this whole time...

And that’s when John starts to cry, just a little, cuz he’s so embarrassed, Arthur making him bare himself like that for Javi… and Arthur grabs John’s panties and tears them, literally tears them in half and off and tosses them aside…

And then Arthur is spanking John’s ass with his bare hand until it’s red and hot-looking and Javi is feeling Some Kind Of Way… Then a Arthur spreads John’s ass-cheeks and spits right on his hole, pushes a pair of fingers in quick and mean and John moans in a way that goes right to Javi’s gut… he had to press a hand against his dick, still in his jeans, cuz he can’t handle it..

It’s something about the watching that has him so hard, something about how John blushed and whimpered, about how John has a hand on his ass, spreading himself so Arthur can finger fuck him hard, get him close to the edge before easing off, til John is biting the blankets and shaking his head like he can’t take no more… and all Javi can think about is how hot John looks when he’s enjoying himself and how he wants to make slow sweet soft love to his girl…

And then Arthur just looks over at Javi and super casually, as he’s rubbing a soothing hand over John’s red, bruised, stinging ass, just “you wanna finish him off?”

And John is all red and rubbed raw and whimpering and covered in spit n sweat n drool and Javi wants so bad to be sweet on him, especially when his cock is so red and hard and leaking and he looks desperate to come, so of course Javi is on the edge of the bed in a second, running his tongue over John’s taint and up through the crack of his ass to start eating John’s ass, real slow n gentle… gently massagings John’s sore, aching ass cheeks as he eats him out…

And that’s how John cums, shaking n whimpering n shouting as Javi eats his ass, with his face pressed against Arthur’s thigh where Arthur’s cradling John’s head in his lap now…

And John cums so hard he’s shaking, and he just reaches for Javi and clings to him and Javi goes, lies down beside him so John can burrow his face in the front of Javi’s shirt… John doesn’t usually like to be touched or cuddled after, so he kinda just lies there shivering and inhaling Javi’s warm, familiar scent, Javi’s thigh tucked between his own – Javi doesn’t even mind that John is getting cum on his jeans, he’s just happy to see John happy.

Arthur brings them some water and a couple of granola bars, and John lets Javi feed him, put a sweatshirt on him and wipe his face with a warm damp cloth

And Arthur just goes like “jesus, he really is sweet for you,” and John just gives Arthur the finger and curls up against Javi’s side all soft and content and then Arthur is like “scoot over, it’s my bed,” and they all lie on the bed together and Arthur puts on great British bake off but eventually John is sucking Javi’s dick, making those sweet little sounds like he couldn’t be happier and Javi is all “that’s it, go slow, you’re so sweet, you’re so pretty like this” and tucking John’s hair behind his ear and then it’s Arthur’s turn to watch…

Hopefully that answers the question, feller!! It seems like Arthur and Javi work in tandem to balance one another out!! And I think, after seeing the way Arthur treats John and the things that get John off, Javi feels a little better and a little more comfortable telling John about his… knife fantasies….

Anyway, thanks, mister!!

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redskullrob · 5 years

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gimp, the coffee table and Master’s dinner party...

The post thudded thru the front porch letter box.

gimp, still in his head to toe rubber cat suit, dropped the saddle soap tin and cloth on the kitchen floor and trotted to the front door to collect the mail. It looked like mostly junk so gimp put the junk mail on a pile for Master to check and the letters on the kitchen table next to Master’s lunch that gimp had prepared.

Master came in from his bedroom in his tight fitting spunky tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt. gimp would have sucked the spunk out of them but gimp was hooded and gagged. Master and gimp had been out at the local fetish night club and had not got in till late. gimp was up early to get Master's leathers cleaned ready for the next time they were needed. Master had locked gimp into its full rubber suit the previous afternoon and had been told that it was in the suit till Master decided to release gimp.

During the night when it got a bit cold in the rubber and sweaty mix gimp grabbed Masters leathers and covered itself with them on the floor. Unfortunately for gimp Master had got up in the middle of the night sleepy and blurred eyes looking for gimp to relieve Himself into gimp. He gave gimp a boot with His foot to wake gimp up and it got up ready to take Masters strong piss. Masters was still very sleepy and His aim was off and pissed not only over gimp but over Masters Bluf leathers that gimp was using to keep itself warm. Once Master was back in bed gimp had dried off the leathers and as soon as it had woken got to work getting them back to a shiny state.

Master sat at the kitchen table chewing on a piece soup covered toast and reading the mail.

"gimp we are going to have some visitors tonight." said Master waiving the letters at gimp. "The contracts have just come thru for sale of the building I’ve bought to use as the professional dungeon. My financial advisers are coming to dinner to discuss finance for the conversion. I will need you to prepare a buffet for them but you cannot be around while they are here." It was rare for Master to ask gimp to not be around when there were business visitors so this must be an important meeting.

gimp sat on the floor next to Master with His leathers cleaning them while Master put His hand on top of gimps rubber hooded head. Master munched on his breakfast and looked deep in thought.. Master suddenly looked down at gimp. "What are you doing with my leathers gimp?" gimp pointed at Master’s groin and made gestures to indicate that Master had pissed over it and the leathers last night. It took a few moments for Master to realise what gimp was miming.. "Ah ok gimp. good work" Master grabbed the tablet on the kitchen table and ordered food online from the local supermarket

"Right gimp I’ve ordered the food and it will be here this afternoon. I’m going to head out on the motorbike to get some padlocks. Give the house a good clean and I will be back soon. “

Master took his t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms off to reveal Masters rigid cock oozing pre-cum and low slung balls. He wiped his cock with his t-shirt and threw them over gimp’s head blocking its vision. gimp breathed in deep to smell Master.

"When you finished with them gimp put them in the washing." Master gave gimps head a pat and walked out of the kitchen to get changed into motorbike leathers. gimp stopped cleaning the leathers and hugged the tracksuit bottoms laying on the floor with its hood pressed up against the crotch and breathed in deeply. It was in heaven.

Twenty minutes later Master came into the kitchen wearing His new Dainese suit He got for his birthday from gimp. Master put his motorcycle boot on top of gimps head as it lay on the floor covered in Masters spunky tracksuit bottoms. Master pushed harder and harder till gimp struggled under His boot. All gimp could feel was something pushing down on it; it couldn’t see Master. Master release gimp and gave it a boot in the belly. "Get up you’ve got work to do."

It was still laying on the floor when Master started up the Ducati. It could feel the vibration of the engine thru the floor. gimp placed its rubber coated hand on a tile and its rubberised ear against the floor. Its cock was getting hard thinking of Master on the bike with the front wheel wedged on gimps cock and Master revving the engine. The noise slowly disappeared as Master closed the garage and rode away.

gimp got up and put the clothes in the washing machine, set the machine into action then continued to clean Master’s leathers afterwards hanging them up in the wardrobe. It sat in the living room on the floor waiting for the shopping to arrive browsing the internet on the tablet looking through fetish shop websites. gimp would give Master a weekly report on any new fetish gear for the dungeon and anything that might help gimp be a better slave.

The shopping arrived and gimp was packing the food away chuckling to itself about scaring the pants off the delivery driver. gimp had opened the door still in its full rubber suit and the delivery driver quickly dropped the boxes and run back to the van.

gimp heard the grumble of Masters Ducati turn up and it ran to the front door and knelt there waiting.

Master opened the door and there was a rush of smelly hot leather that washed over gimp. It closed its eyes as Master shut the front door. "Shopping arrived gimp?" Eyes still closed gimp nodded.

Master wedged His boot into gimps groin and pushed His knee into gimps chest. "gimp is going to be with me tonight but hidden. Come into the living room." Master walked into the living room while gimp shuffled behind Him on knee pads. Master stopped at the box in the middle of the room. It was a solid wood box that was used as the coffee table. The table had hinges on one side and a catch and a locking point on the other side. It was made for Master a few years ago for one of Masters dungeons. Master unfastened the clasp and opened the top of the box; gimp had never seen the inside before and it peered in.

Inside the box was empty except for eye hooks and a leather padded pillow. "Get in gimp and check that you can fit." gimp stepped inside and curled up into the space and put its hooded head on the pillow. Everything felt a good fit. "Yep that works gimp. Get up and out and prepare the buffet." said Master. gimp pulled itself out of the box and stood there while Master closed the box up. "Go on - go get the food ready they are here in an hour." Master slapped gimp’s rubber arse and spurred gimp into action.

The kitchen table was awash with finger food when Master returned from the bedroom dressed in smart casual and shoes. gimp was kneeling in the corner waiting. Master grabbed 6 glasses from the cupboard and put them on the table next to the bottles of wine. Master walked over to gimp and pulled the gag off. gimp's jaw ached from the ball gag and it was drooling over its front..

"You need food gimp"? gimp nodded. It hadn’t eaten since the day before. Master grabbed gimps bowl from the floor and filled it with finger food. He took it over to gimp and put it in front of gimp and then using the caribena attached to gimps arm restraints clipped gimps hands together behind its back. "Go on then, eat gimp" said Master and gimp leaned forwards grabbed the food with its teeth and eat as much as it could.

While gimp was eating Master stood there watching gimp rubbing His cock that was was getting harder by the minute. Master took the nibbles into the living room and opened the coffee table box and went back into the kitchen. Once gimp had finished its food Master pulled His cock and balls out and stood in front of gimp. "Open" said Master and gimp obediently opened its mouth and Master pulled gimp onto His cock. gimp started to slobber over Master's cock as Master face fucked gimp deeper and deeper. gimp choked on Master’s cock but Master would not relent. gimp struggled to breathe and as gimp fought to keep its food down it was choked even more by Masters cum hitting the back of its throat. It managed to swallow most of it but got into a choking fit. Master pulled His cock out of gimps mouth and put the gag back in. "Swallow gimp".

Master grabbed the chain round gimps neck and pulled gimp on to its feet. "Go into the living room gimp". gimp scurried off into the living room still choking. Master grabbed the new padlocks from the rucksack in the hallway and went into the living room. Master pointed to the open box. "Get into the box gimp". gimp stepped into the box and Master removed the caribena from gimps wrist restraints. gimp knelt down in the box and Master took the gag out of gimps mouth and put a tube gag in and ordered gimp to lay on its side. Master attached gimps ankle and wrist restraints into the eye hooks around the inside of the box. Each limb was attached to a separate eye hook. He then route the tube to a small rubber mounted 2cm hole that was on the top of the box. Master then removed a small 2cm by 2cm panel in the side of the box to allow gimp to breathe. Master closed the box down and put a padlock on the lockable clasp. gimp laid there its heart pounding in its chest. It heard Master go out of the room into the kitchen then came back in. gimp felt air pressure in the tube attached to its gag change.

"gimp I’ve put a wine cooler on the table that has a hole on the bottom that fits the tube to your gag. This allows me to fill you up with whatever fluid I want. No one will know its purpose as it looks like a normal metal wine cooler bottle. I will be using it to cool the wine and will feed u fluids during the evening. You will keep quiet and not make a sound in that box. If you do you will spend a week in the prison cell tied down with no food and only Masters piss. Do you understand me? Knock on the box gimp if you do". gimp used its rubber coated fingers to tap on the side of the box. "Good" said Master.

"I want you to listen to the conversations and report on what was said. If I ask questions and you can’t remember you are going to get your arse whipped. Understood?" gimp tapped on the box. Its chastity cage was full to overflowing and gimp cock was pre-cumming.

The doorbell rang and Master opened the front door. gimp heard voices and they got louder as they came into the living room. Master left to get the drinks and gimp could hear 4 voices, 3 men and one woman. They were discussing general topics nothing to do with Master then gimp heard Master come back in offering drinks. It heard Master come to the box and some vibration on the top of the box. The air pressure changed on the tube and gimp could feel cold air in the tube then the taste of ice cold water. Master had put the ice in the wine cooler and it was dripping into to gimps tube gag. gimp started to swallow the small amounts listening to the voices.

From what gimp could make out the sale of the property to Master had gone through and all was good. Master was negotiating with the finance people for the conversion costs. Master had put down 80% of the finance and he wanted the other 20% to come from the investors. The group in turn wanted quite a bit of interest and a percentage of the revenue of the dungeon. The woman was driving the negotiations and gimp was listening to her as it noticed it was starting to heat up. The ice water was helping but gimp was really sweating so gimp shifted position a little as quietly as it could as it heard them all leave to go to the buffet in the kitchen.

Master came up to the box and checked on gimp. gimp tapped on the box to confirm it was ok then all of a sudden it felt warm piss and ice cold water mixing flow into gimps mouth. gimp was taken by surprise and worked hard to take the piss and not choke. Master walked away but the piss was still coming in from the container above. It kept on swallowing as quickly as it could when it realised that it was about to belch. The pressure of the wind pushed the piss and water back up the tube. gimp hoped no-one heard.

Voices came back into the room and gimp could hear that Master was not there. gimp heard the woman discussing with the 3 men about the finance and they were agreeing their limit and also what they were going to demand. gimp made a note of the figures and terms as gimp heard Master come back in. The water and piss were diluting but the warm piss had melted the ice and gimp was really having to keep up with the flow of fluids. Its cock was oozing precum and aching from the confinement of the cage. Sweat was pouring down its back and pooling in the rubber suit on its side and it irritated gimp’s skin. It dearly wished it could scratch its side.

gimp could feel water trickling down its nose in the hood and it wanted to sneeze. It was holding it in trying to keep quiet when it heard the women and male voices leave to go to the kitchen for more food. It let out a tiny sneeze to clear it nose then in horror it heard movement round the box. it looked up at the little 2cm square opening where the shaft of light came in across it head. It saw movement and then an eye looking in. it wasn’t Master!

gimp looked back in terror at the eye thinking of the consequences then suddenly the eye disappeared. It heard a noise then there was a flood of fresh hot piss flooding into its mouth via the tube gag. It was strong and acrid. gimp choked as it kept up with the constant stream and the noise of gimp choking could be heard from outside the box. There was movement again next to the box and the eye appeared again. gimp just stared at it coughing as the piss continued coming and coming. The eye disappeared and the floor creaked as the person left the room. By the time the voices came back in most of the piss has gone and it was just diluted by the ice water.

gimp’s eyes were streaming tears from the constant swallowing and its belly was bloated. It desperately needed to pee itself and it resigned to just slowly pee into its suit hoping that none of it came out from the zips into the box. If it did it would be in serious trouble with Master. As the piss settled onto the bottom of the suit the itching stopped.. "Blessed relief!" though gimp. There were more voices and the discussions took quite some time. gimp peed into its suit again as quietly as it could. Not long after that gimp heard the voices leave and the front door shut. Master walked back into the room and removed the wine cooler. It was virtually empty. He then opened the box and gimp looked up to a blurry over bright image of Master leaning over removing gimps gag.

"You ok gimp?” said Master. "Yes, Master, but gimp had to pee into its suit". Master unlocked gimp from the eyehooks in the box and helped gimp to its feet. "Go kneel in the bath I’ll be there in a minute." gimp carefully waddled to the bath with bulging rubber suit full of piss and knelt into the bath waiting for Master to assist.

A few moment later Master came in and undid the front of the suit. Some of the piss flooded out and Master unlocked gimps mitts and then got gimp to undress itself. gimp showered its body but the rubber hood was still on and it could feel the hot shower water thru the rubberhood. gimp got out and rubber itself dry and then padded into the front room where Master was sitting.

"Well did you hear what was going on?" gimp nodded. "Anything to report about the conversations while I was out?" gimp nodded and told Master of the conversations the 4 visitors had. Master patted gimp on the head. "Good gimp. Lay on the floor while I type out an email." gimp curled up around Masters feet and heard Master furiously typing the email to the visitors on his laptop.

"There." said Master triumphantly. "Let’s see if they will accept that offer. Go get me a beer, gimp". gimp got up and scurried of to the fridge and brought a beer back to Master kneeling in front of Him. Master had already got his rock hard cock and balls out of his clothes and took the beer from gimp. Master pointed to His cock. "Go on gimp have a taste of your reward". gimp went straight onto Master cock gagging itself while Master drunk his beer watching TV.

A few days later gimp was washing Master’s motorbike out on the drive when Master came out to talk to gimp. gimp dropped the sponge in the bucket and knelt in front of Master. "gimp, we got the contract and because of your information I got it at the price I wanted. So this means there is some money left over and Master is going to treat you to a present." Master showed gimp 3 pieces of paper and had turned them over so gimp couldn’t see the images on them.

"Pick one gimp" said Master. gimp wiped its hands on its camo trousers, paused and picked the middle one. "Turn it over gimp that is your present". gimp turned it over to reveal a picture of a Fetters rubber strait jacket. gimps eyes lit up and it dropped the paper and hugged Master’s legs.

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8771eh · 5 years

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A Real Thanksgiving

@sidgenophotochallenge

Sid is ecstatic that they are in Canada for the real Thanksgiving. As soon as the schedule had been posted and he knew they were having a couple days between the Leafs and Habs with the Real Thanksgiving landing in the middle of the three day break in October, he rented a cabin where the team, some of their families and staff could all do a dinner. Granted the cottage was only going to be stayed in by Sid and his family.

Its not often he throws around his wants on the team but luckily Rutherford and Sully liked the team bonding aspect and it's a little delay in going back on a plane. In the locker room Dumo keeps teasing Sid about never using his powers for the betterment of the team, which earns him a wet towel being dropped on his head as Olli passes by him from the shower.

"What the hell, Olls?" Dumo chucks the towel towards the laughing naked Finn.

"Isn't that what Americans do-clean their kid's face when he is being disrespectful?" Olli smirks as he pulls up his suit pants and readjusts himself to make sure nothing is caught in the zipper. Dumo grumbles as their remaining teammates laugh at his expense.

Sid smirks from his stall as he sits up from tying his shoes. He leans back and glances over at Geno who is chatting with Murr, Riley, and Brass with his shirt unbuttoned while he gesticulates, pulling laughter from his audience. Sid smiles softly as he pulls his gaze to look at the rest of his team. There were several small groups that added to the noise of the room as some players finished getting dressed and others were lounging around before having to climb onto the bus.

They would come out to the cabin the next morning, but tonight Sid was going to head up to prep the cabin so he could greet his parents and sister warmly when they arrived tomorrow. He was looking forward to being able to have both of his families together for the holiday. His bags were in the rental car he had secured before the game. He had packed extra for this road trip and he knew he owed Dana a new bottle of whiskey for all his help.

"Hey, Sid, look at this pic I just got from Cath." Tanger thrust his phone in Sid's face as he presses on to the bench next to him. Blinking to adjust to the screen in front of him, Sid furrows his brow as he sees a series of texts as opposed to a picture. "What do you think?"

Sid glances at Tanger who is looking at him slightly exasperated. He looks back at the screen and reads the words. It's a conversation with Cath and Taylor. Having his sister in Pittsburgh has been a blessing and a curse. She doesn't let him get away with half as much as he would like to. This Thanksgiving was definitely something he had to wrestle control of. She had been so enthusiastic about a family Thanksgiving with the team that her plans quickly started to become too grandiose. Especially with a couple of the wives and girlfriends involved. The screen was a screen shot of a conversation between Cath and Taylor then Cath's texts to Kris.

/-Is he certain we aren't supposed to try and get there earlier tomorrow? I dont like showing up when the food is supposed to be ready

-Tay, let him host he has had plenty of parties at his place since he became Captain.

-But that's not depending on him cooking everything.

-He's not making all the food, everybody is bringing something. It will be fine. He needs the tasks to do. It's good for him. /

-this is a Crosby thing, isn't it?

"Thank Cath for me, please?" Tanger jerks his head. "You're still ok with picking everybody up at the airport?"

"Not a problem." Tanger's gaze softens as he assesses Sid. "You sure this is what you want to do?" Sid glances at his lap as a soft smile pulls at his mouth. "Alright, don't say anything. I've got your back, Cap."

"Alright, gents, last call for the bus. Get out of here so I can start to break down and go to sleep." Dana steps thru the doorway as the remaining men start to head out the door with random jibes about how Dana never sleeps. As Sid stands, Tanger claps his shoulder before he nods quickly at him and slips into step and speaking rapid French with Brass as they leave.

Sid glances at the only remaining player who is quickly buttoning up his shirt and slipping his peacoat on. Geno smiles and Sid holds out his hand. As Geno twines their fingers together, Sid slips their joined hands into his coat pocket before leading him out with a goodnight to Dana.

***

The drive up was quiet and peaceful. A win meant that Geno and Sid tended to be running on a high, however the benefit of chatting with the boys in the room afterwards is they had allowed some of the energy to wind down. Making the 90 minute drive filled with more ease then restlessness. Geno occasionally will reach out to intertwine their fingers and lift their joined hands to hold Sid's finger tips or back of his hand to his lips while he reads on his tablet.

Sid pulls on to a quiet dirt road. He knows the small road would be a bit rocky as they make their way to the cabin and it does little to disrupt their peace. Sid parks the car outside the garage and cuts the engine as Geno turns off his tablet and slips it into his bag. They exit the car in silence. Sid makes his way to unlock the door and turn on the porch light as Geno starts to pull their luggage from the back of the vehicle.

"We sleep or you want to see how Kings play with baby goalie?" Geno asks as Sid takes his luggage from him.

"I was thinking about just relaxing in the bath after we get everything put away. There's something in the bathroom that sold me on this place." Geno chuckles and shrugs.

"So weird, my Sid." The smile they share is soft and content with years of familiarity obvious before they make their way inside.

***

"A fireplace?" Geno gawks at the gorgeous hearth across from the deep claw foot bathtub. Sid smiles lazily from deep in the tub. He allows his eyes to trace up and down Geno's naked form with a proprietary gaze. When his eyes meet Geno's he has no shame at the raised eyebrow and slight flush that greets him.

"I thought the view would be worth it." Sid let's his gaze slip to Geno's lips before closing his eyes and settling back in the tub, "definitely a worthy a view."

"Clearly you wrong because I'm have best view." Geno teases as he presses a kiss to Sid's head before climbing into the tub betwen Sid's legs and sinking down until he can rest the back of his head against Sid's shoulder. He presses a kiss to the patch of skin closest to him before humming quietly in contentment.

***

"Let's go for a walk. Its gorgeous and the leaves are falling. This is what Thanksgiving should look like." Sid grins, sipping from his coffee mug brightly. Geno nods half awake.

After breakfast, Sid preps the Turkey, and puts it in the oven as Geno puts together a couple cold salads and puts out eggs for a dessert recipe for after their walk.

Sid slides up behind Geno, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Come with me?"

Geno pushes away from the island and takes his coat and beanie from Sid's hands. He smiles as Sid throws his scarf around his neck and presses a kiss to Sidney's nose before the scarf covers his mouth. Sid chuckles fondly. "Can't have you freezing on me. I'm a bit too fond of you."

Geno makes a noise similar to a purr at Sid's words. He reaches out and readjusts Sid's beanie-he will never call it a toque no matter how hard Sid and their teammates argue. They join hands and make their way out of the cabin.

The backyard presses into a forest filled with trees in various states of autumn colors. Sid guides him off to the side of the cabin where a path has been worn down and leads into the forest. They walk in silence for a few minutes, just taking in the scenary.

"Is it ridiculous that I'm nervous about this?" Finally breaking the silence, Sid keeps his gaze forward. "I know my parents love you. I'm pretty sure Taylor would trade you for me in a heartbeat." Sid sighs heavily and shakes his head. "And the team is the team, you know? It's not like they dont have a hint that we're together." Geno squeezes their joined hands.

"No, makes sense. I'm know Mama and Papa Crosby many years and Taylor so small when I meet her. But is like different that now we together. Like maybe they not like that you love me not like because I am man, but not sure, you know?" Sid nods as he pulls Geno's hand to his lips.

"Well I am Sidney Crosby and I only accept the best for myself when I've worked for it." Sid can see Geno's eyes crinkle as he hears the muffled chuckle.

"Of course, I'm best. Only best for me and Sid is best so of course Sid only deserve best. Work hard for eachother, you know this." Geno glances back at Sid for a moment as they walk and can see a softness to Sid's face. He feels a tug at his hand and stops to look at Sid who has stopped in his tracks. He is looking up at the trees with a set in his jaw that makes Geno think of all the face offs they've taken against one another. There's a determination that both inspires and sets a flame of curiosity deep in Geno's heart.

"Baby?" Geno watches as Sid nods stiffly before making eye contact with Geno and letting out a slow breath.

"Good. That's good." He let's out another breath. "Makes this next part a little less frightening." He adds as he sinks to his knee. Geno stares in disbelief. Sid reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a small velvet box. "Because I only want to try and be the best for you for the rest of my life. I want to be able to really mean it when I say this is my holiday with teammates and family and know you know you are family. That my parents know and accept you as family." Sid's voice quivers for a moment. "I want to marry you.You are all I want imprefections and all. Because honestly, I don't want anybody else by my side if I never lift a cup again or the next time I do. I want our numbers hanging next to Mario's to mean so much more." Geno's cheeks are wet as he stares at the determined and adoring expression on Sid's face. "I only want to fight with you about which shampoo to buy or where to go on vacation. I want to make plans with you about how to teach our kids about Canadian and Russian culture and laugh as you whisper with them in Russian that maybe one day I will understand. When I think about life after hockey all I want is you and I'm pretty sure you feel the same."

Geno stares at Sid quietly. Sid shifts softly on his knee and glances at the box. "Oh, really?" Sid chuckles and opens the box and turns it to Geno. A thin platinum band sits in the box with deep red ruby and diamond chips embedded in the band. "Zhenya?" Geno glances back at Sid and feels his brows furrow as the color drains from Sid's face. "Why are you shaking your head? I-I thought," Sid pauses and searches Geno's face intently. "You don't want to marry me?" Geno shakes his head vigorously.

"No, Sid. Want to marry you. Want everything you say. You mean most to me in world. I just have ring for you at home." Sid sighs as Geno drops to his knees in front of him. Geno pulls the scarf down and presses his lips to Sid's. "Have to say question."

Sid leans back and sighs before smiling. "Zhenya, will you marry me?" Geno grins and presses a kiss to Sid's nose.

"Yes."

***

Geno wraps his arms around Sid's waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder. Sid is talking animatedly with Jamie, Troy, Matt, and Murr. Geno has had enough alcohol that the English is too much to focus on. He just let's the sound of his friends' voices roll over him.

There is a loud noise before Geno feels a body crash into him and Sid. He looks over and sees long blond hair and felt his hand being pulled away from Sid. Trina is staring at Geno's ring with tears in her eyes and cups Sid's cheek in one hand. She keeps glancing between Troy and Sid wordlessly.

"Its about fucking time!" Taylor cries as she throws her arm around Sid and Geno. Geno has only a moment to brace himself before more people rush into the kitchen to see what the exclamation was about. The hug grows quickly as words of congratulations come from all over. It's similar to the pile that happens when the final buzzer sounds in the final game of the playoffs when they know the Cup is their's but right now they get to enjoy with friends and family.

Sid starts to laugh his happy unguarded goose honk. There are voices speaking in multiple languages over eachother, arms and hands wrapping around him and random lips pressing kisses to his and Sid's cheeks.

Geno leans forward to press a kiss to Sid's ear and whisper, "most thankful for you this thanksgiving."

Sid grins up at Geno with tears in his eyes, "happy Thanksgiving, babe. I love you."

#sidgeno #sidgeno pic fic challenge #forgot the railroad but i guess you can say thats a metaphor for their life moving forward?

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thepaintedtoe · 3 years

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I enjoy writing as a hobby. It’s a nice therapeutic outlet.

“Sexy shower time with wifey”

I got home from a long day at work. Walking thru the door as dusk started to set in I took off my shoes in the foyer and dropped down my work bag. I sat down on the bench and grabbed my slides and began stretching my neck to wash away the long day of travel.

I heard the soft pitter patter of my wife’s flip flops walking up to me. “ hey baby I thought I heard you come in. Hard day for you?” I dipped my head into her stomach and sighed a big relief, “ yeah it was exhausting.” I pulled my arms around her waist and just held her as she stroked her fingers thru my hair and massaged my scalp. “Well dinner is almost ready, and the munchkin is at my parents for the night. Perhaps after dinner, I can.... help destress you.” I look down and notice her lovely pedicured toes are painted a shiny fresh coat of black. She wiggles them in a taunting and teasing manner and scrunches her toes around the thong post of her flip flops. “I am totally on board with that plan.

All thru dinner we traded dirty thoughts between me venting out my work day. As I sipped the last of my beer and she finished her wine, I felt the familiar pressure of her toes on my balls. I eased back in my chair and just took a deep breath. “I’ll clean up dinner if you want to go ahead and hop in the shower babe.” As she flicked her toes on my slowly growing erection I smirked and finished my beer. “Say no more.” I scooted my chair back and walked over and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

I watched her grab the plates and walk into the kitchen. Her wonderful figure was accented well in her yoga pants and long flowing t-shirt. The soft pitter patter of her black havaianas continued my excitement. I watched as her flip flops exposed her beautiful soles when she squatted down to grab a towel. I snapped into reality as she caught me watching and I headed into the shower.

I got undressed and got the shower warming up. the rain shower feature is my favorite part of the shower it created a nice relaxing noise that mimicked rainfall. I stepped in and adjusted the spray to aim at the tiled bench. Call me lazy but I prefer to sit and wash up. As I washed up wifey yelled in, “be there in a minute!” I quickly responded “ok!” I closed my eyes and began shampooing my hair. I felt a change in air temp and heard the glass door shut so I knew wifey came to join in. I felt her hands take over massaging my scalp rinsing away the shampoo. Opening my eyes to my delight I watched the suds and bubbles land on her perfectly black pedicured toes and black flip flops. The white suds was a perfect contrast to her olive skin and pedicure. My dick quickly twitched in anticipation.

I stood up after rinsing off and sat wifey down on the bench. I slowly began washing her with her favorite body wash that had aromas of Citrus and cedar. She grinned and sighed as I massaged and washed from her neck to her thighs. I took another handful of soap and slowly massaged her thighs down to her calves. The aroma filled the shower air and I began to get turned on even more. I took her right foot into my hand and slipped off her soapy flip flop. I took my thumb and kneeded the soap into the ball of her foot and down her sole. I could hear her coo with pleasure so I knew I was hitting all the right spots. After massaging each of her toes I switched to her left foot and repeated the same on her left foot.

By this time my dick was at full attention and rock hard. Wifey aided in that by grazing her toes across the head of my dick while I massaged her left foot. I finished up and slipped her flip flops back on and then I poised up on my knees. I locked eyes with wifey and quickly said “I love you so much.” She promptly responded with a passionate kiss and said “I love you too.” I grabbed her thighs and gently spread her legs to give me a wonderful view of her pussy. Her neatly trimmed bush topped her soaking and very hot snatch. Wifey was oozing from being turned on and a faint odor of her juices mixed in with her body wash.

I ran my fingers over her clit and she leaned as far back as she could to invite me into her pleasure. Without hesitation I leaned in and kissed her clit. Taking her breathe away I continued to make out with her pussy. Between sucking and licking there was not a single inch of her wonder vagina that I missed. Wifeys moans got faster and louder as I inserted a finger to explore the inside of her vagina. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked really hard and held it in. As I fingered her hole, she let out a huge sigh and a squeal as the combination of pleasure had reached her breaking point. She came hard on my mouth and I pulled my finger out snd began flicking her clit with my tongue. She continued to orgasm and she placed her flip flopped feet on my shoulders.

As the second orgasm began to hit, her rubber soles began to dig into my neck as she was climaxing hard. It kinda hurt but I didn’t care. As wifey came down from her high she took her feet off my neck and just head my head in her pussy. She breathed quickly trying to regain her composure. I gently kissed her thighs while she enjoyed the weightless feeling of her orgasms. She was such a beautiful sight to see with that drunken smirk on her face.

I stood up as wifey postured up. My swollen dick and tightly wound balls met her lips at perfect height. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and took half my cock with ease. She fondled my balls and slowly mouthed my dick like she needed it to live. To her my cock was her life line. With every pass of her lips she took a little more length of my aching erection. Before long wifey was taking every inch I have with ease. All the while she’s massaging and tugging on my balls.

I begin to feel my orgasm building close. “Get on your knees on the bench.” I said. Reluctantly she does so. Wifey almost seemed disappointed to not have my cock in her mouth. She knelt of the bench and looked back at me with her soft green eyes. I locked eyes with her as I inserted into her already swollen and puffy vagina. That first insertion, that very first thrust, you know the one that feels like it goes forever. It was amazing. “

“Ooohhh my god baby! Jesus your dick!” Wifey sounded as if she was in tears as I took her breathe away again. I pulled out and reinserted only going halfway but paced my thrust with her breathing. I heard something fall and noticed her toes were now unable to hold her flip flops on as they both fell to the shower floor. “Ok oh oh oh oh god I’m cummingggg!” Wifey yelled. I stopped thrusting and just waited and felt her pussy walls collapses and pulsate around my cock. It was such a joy to feel and a sight to behold watching her lose herself in the moment.

Wifey calmed down and she pulled off of my still agonizingly hard dick. She looked at me as she slipped her sandals back on. “Sit down on the floor.” I did as I was told and sat down against the wall facing the bench wifey sat on. We looked at each other because we both knew exactly what I wanted. And her eyes said that she was determined to make that happen.

Wifey stretched her left leg out and placed her sandaled foot on my chin. “ you can kiss my toes if you’d like.” She said. Without hesitation I slowly kissed each of her toes around her flip flop. Just then I felt an immense pressure on my balls. Wifey took her right foot and started pushing my balls against my body. It was a great feeling. It hurt but it was a good hurt.

“You can take my flip flop off to get a better taste.” Wifey directed. As I reached with my hand she quickly stopped me. “Just use your mouth.” I gently mouthed the end of her sandal just in front of her toes and as I pulled she slid her foot out. I released my grip and it fell to my side. Wifey then took more control and inserted all five of her toes in my mouth. I was in absolute heaven. I worshipped her foot and sucked every toe she had as her other foot rubbed and massaged my ball sack.

“How much more can you take baby? You ready to cum? Or you want more?” Wifey playfully asked. “ I want more!” I exclaimed. “Ok, suit yourself.” Wifey got down off the bench and took her other flip flop off. She sat between my legs with her pussy grazing my cock. She placed her now wrinkled soles on my face. My heart raced with pure ecstasy. “ make love to my feet baby. Just like you did to my pussy.” Wifey directed.

As told, I grabbed her feet and took a deep breath in. Her body wash was still prevalent and it drove me wild. As I kissed and licked her soles she scrunched her toes around my nose. We both were feeling the love. Wifey sat back and enjoyed watching me indulge in my love for her and her feet. I began to feel my orgasm approaching and as I huffed and grunted, she took notice. “Keep doing what your doing babe, ill take this from here.”

She slid down a little further and took my cock into her hand and placed it on her pussy. As I continued to mouth her toes she slowly rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy. “You like that baby? You like me rubbing your dick on my pussy? It feel good?” Her dirty talk continued, “ you gonna suck on my toes or my soles when you cum? Huh? I bet you put my whole right foot in your mouth! Go on do it! I want to feel your mouth around all my toes!” I dropped her left foot and took all five of her wonderful toes down to the ball of her foot in my mouth. She wiggled her toes in my mouth as she rubbed my dick on her pussy. “Oh god babe oh god that’s so hot! Suck my toes babe!” She panted! And that’s all it took.

My cock had enough teasing. I spewed my cum in ribbons and covered wifeys hand and pussy. I held her toes in my mouth as I came down from my explosive orgasm. We sat in the shower for a minute to collect ourselves not realizing the water began to turn cold. We locked eyes again and exchanged a few passionate kisses. “We have the best sex babe!” Wifey mentioned. “Yes we do.” I agreed. Let’s dry off and go lay down.

We toweled off and slipped into comfortable pajamas. Snuggling up in bed under the covers we flipped on a movie and dozed off shortly after wrapped up in each other. The last thing I recall before falling asleep was the smell of her body wash and the feeling of her foot rubbing on my leg.

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peaceloveancolor · 7 years

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Bewitched 2

Sacrilege

Do I wanna get out of here, Is that even a question?” said Dean

“Hell yes!” Replied y/n

Dean and y/n stumbled out into the crisp night air as they walked hand in hand toward baby. Dean held open the door for you and walked to his own side and slid in but before he drove off he pulled out his phone to shoot off a quick text to Sam.

“Hey Sammy see if Jody or Charlie can give you a lift back YN wasn’t feeling well and I'm taking her home. Don’t wait up ok 😉”

Dean was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road when every bump and pothole in the road had your breasts jiggling deliciously and they seemed like they were trying to escape that right black contraption. You noticed Deans’ eyes were wandering and decided to have a little fun and tease him some before he could get you home and fuck you into the mattress. You scooted over along the bench seat towards Dean and sat in the seat On your knees facing him and started to nuzzle your nose along his throat eliciting a deep chuckle from him that quick died out as you ran your tongue from his collar bone and up his neck to his earlobe which you then sucked into your mouth and nibbled on it. Dean leaned into you touch and moaned softly at the pleasure that shot straight to his cock.

“Y/n, are you trying to kill me?” “ whenever we get home your going to pay for all your teasing young lady.”

Dean swatted your bottom playfully and you continued your exploration of his neck kissing your way back down to his collarbone leaving a trail of love bites in your wake and moaning at the taste of his salty skin. Suddenly feeling a little bit braver you placed your hand on his thigh and began to massage the taut muscle as you kissed working your way toward his hard length that you could feel pulling the denim taut across his lap and straining behind the zipper.

“ Y/n!

“You’re playing with fire baby girl and your about to get burned sweetheart, if you keep up this teasing we aren’t even going to make it to the bunker.”

Smiling deviously you unzipped his pants and slipped your small hand inside and stroking him the rest of the way to full hardness and pulling him from his denim confines. You continues to run your hand up and down his impressive shaft until precome was dribbling down his shaft and pooling onto your fist, with a wink and a seductive small you swooped down and licked a long line from the the base of his shaft on your hand where the liquid was pooling all the way up too his fat red swollen head tasting his juices and savoring the flavor.

“ Fucking hell y/n are you trying to get us killed, that mouth is going to be the death of me.” Said Dean as pulled off the road and into a driveway of what appeared to be an abandoned farm on this old country road.

“So this is how you wanna play YN?” “Well I can play dirty too.”

Before you could even comprehend what was going on Dean was out of the car and on your side hauling you out of the car. He slams you up against the car and crowds into your space kidding you rough and demanding all teeth, tongue, and lips clashing together in pure passion. You can't help but moan into the kiss as heat pools in your lower stomach and you let your hands roam Deans body.

Dean pulls back and flashes you one of his devilish panty dripping smirks and starts pulling you toward the front of the car turning you around and pushing you down onto the hood with your ass in the air, Next thing you know your face down against the impala with Dean kneeling behind you running his hands up your fish net covered thighs moving higher and higher until he reached your soaked pussy gasping in surprise and arousal when he realizes you were wearing crotch less panties. Smirking to yourself for getting the desired reaction out of Dean. A wanton moan escaped your lips as Dean began to swipe his fingers through your wet folds stopping every so often to rub circles around your clit. He had your skirt and panties off in one quick yank and began to run the tip of his tongue through your pussy circling your swollen nub and humming at your flavor.

You couldn’t think straight you could barely even breathe with the things that sinful mouth was doing to you and then he added his fingers to the mix stroking and tapping against your sweet spot as he sucked your clit into his mouth and you were done for crying out in pleasure white and black exploding behind your eyes. You were so sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm Dean had just given you and couldn't wait to get his cock inside you but Dream had other ideas. He never let up never stopped he just kept fucking you with his fingers rubbing over your G spot again and again and suckling your overly sensitive swollen clit until it felt like you were going to have the strongest orgasm ever or pass out. You started tapping Deans arm that was steadying you to try and let him know you were going to cum again but he just buried his face growling like a dog having his meal taken, the vibration from the growl sent you over the edge and you couldn’t believe it but you had squirted all over his face and when he stood your juices were dripping down his chin.

You turned around and dropped to your knees intending on returning the favor but Dean pulled you back up to standing and said,” sweetheart as much as id love to feel that pretty little mouth on me lets save that for another time. I just really need to be inside you and after all that teasing in the car I don’t think id last long in your mouth anyway and I don’t want our first time to be over so quick.”

He pushed you down against baby's hood again and used his knees to push yours further apart and began to rub his swollen head thru your slick folds a few times before pushing all the way in roughly, you cried out as he bottomed out hitting your cervix with each stroke. Normally this would have been painful but with Dean it was just the right amount of pain to feel good.

Dean moaned out when he was balls deep inside you hips flush against your ass. “Shit baby you’re so warm and wet and tight and if you keep clenching me like that its going to be over before the fun even starts.”

Dean fucked you hard and rough against baby’s hood and if it was anyone else it would have been considered sacrilege. In the crisp cool night air all the could be heard was your moans and pants and his hips smacking against yours it was delicious. Deans pace began to quicken and you could tell he was getting close.

“You going to cum Dean, you wanna fill my pussy up and watch it run down my legs?”

Dean grunted and squeezed his eyes closed trying to hold on he was determined to pull one more orgasm from you and have you Cumming on his cock before he finished. He reached around and started rubbing circles roughly on your clit pulling one final orgasm from you as you screamed out his name to the heavens and began clenching down on his throbbing twitching cock. Dean lasted about four more thrusts before he buried himself balls deep inside you and cried out his release hunching over you and pushing forward with each spurt of cum shooting thick ropes inside you until he was completely spent kissing down your spine as he pulled out and watched his cum run down your thighs. Dean scooped up what he could and offered it to you to clean from his fingers as he grabbed a discarded shirt and cleaned you both up.

Dean gave you a quick kiss and pocketed the crotch less panties saying he may need them for later with a wink and you rolled your eyes. “So y/n I really hope this wasn’t a one time thing cause I really do like you and would like to see this go further.” Said Dean

“well damn Winchester here I thought you hated witches?” you said

“ well I seem to find myself falling for this one little y/h/c witch and I hope she's falling for me too.

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sailoryue · 7 years

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No more secrets

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1363861

Fai's been keeping a secret, Kurogane is not happy. Spoilers post series. Implied naughties but no real naughties

It started as an ordinary day on their new journey, tho the world they had landed was not one they had been before, it seemed rather quiet nonetheless. They found lodging easy enough, a 2 room cottage at something called a "bed and breakfast". Syaoran and Mokona recognized the term which confused Fai and Kurogane. The world itself seemed moderately modern, so it seemed like the search in this world would be a easy one.

It wasn't until after dinner that things seemed to get strange. Syaoran had cooked dinner, a chicken recipe his mother taught him when he was young. Everyone enjoyed it well enough, until Fai suddenly got violently ill from it. When his sudden bout of food poisoning had finally calmed itself he was tucked into bed.

"I feel as if I've insulted your cooking, Syaoran-kun." Fai gave the young boy a weak smile from the bed. Syaoran shook his head and returned the smile. "It's ok Fai-san. Perhaps it just didn't agree with you." Kurogane was leaning against the wall eyeing the sick mage, seeming deep in thought.

Later Syaoran brought a glass of cool water to the room that Fai and Kurogane were sharing and went off to his room. Fai reached for the glass of refreshing liquid ready to down the whole glass when he was stopped by a calluses hand covering the top. Fai gave the ninja a confused look as it was pulled it out of reach.

"So mean Kuro-sama" Fai said laying back down, draping his arm over his forehead. "I'm feeling quite parched!" Kurogane rolled his eyes at the mage's play-acting, and went over to the door to lock it. Still holding the glass of water, he grabbed his sword that was propped by the door, and went to the other bed next to Fai's.

"Answer me something," Kurogane started propping the sword next to him. "How long have you been feeling sick?" He watched as Fai blithely shrugged a shoulder, then twitched his fingers as if he were counting.

"I don't know. A month I guess?" Fai kept his eyes hidden but Kurogane could hear in his voice that it wasn't a happy admittance. "So shortly after we left Clow country." Kurogane responded with a nod, then proceeded to down the entire glass of water in a few gulps. Setting the glass down, he reached for Ginryuu and unsheathed it just an inch. Fully aware that Fai was watching, he ran his right thumb briskly along the edge till he started bleeding. He set the sword on the floor and squeezered the wound with his left hand till a few drops of blood welled out.

He glanced at the prone Mage watching him noting that he had taken a deep breath with his eyes closed. When Fai opened them again they were golden amber, and the pupils were elongated. Kurogane grunted, "Thought as much." And held his hand towards Fai, who sat up suddenly and grabbed his hand, taking the bleeding thumb into his mouth. Without warnng, Fai suddenly pushed Kurogane down onto the bed, deciding the flow from the tiny wound on his thumb wasn't enough.

"Oi!" Kurogane grunted out, before realizing that the still vampiric Mage was operating on instinct. He tilted his head to the left to show off his neck. Fai mimicked the motion; staring for a moment, seeming confused, till he suddenly pounced, biting. Kurogane placed his hands on the lithe man's hips to try to adjust his position better, and get the awkward weight of his groin, while trying to not disturb the feeding vampire and rip his throat out. It wasn't long till Fai became satiated, falling asleep immediately. Kurogane rolled his eyes before readjusting the sleeping Mage, too light-headed to actually move him to his own bed, and went to sleep himself

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Fai awoke slowly, for once feeling well rested. It had been a while since he felt so relaxed; And warm? He looked around, realizing that he wasn't quite laying on a bed. His blue eyes met the red of the ninja watching him. He have a weak smile.

"Good morning, Kuro-sama. It seems I snuck into your bed last night. Did I get drunk or something?"

Kurogane narrowed his eye. "You don't remember anything that happened?"

Fai quirkier an eyebrow. "No..." He started slowly, "should I?"

Kurogane ran his right hand thru his hair. "You don't remember getting sick after dinner? Like you have been the past month." Kurogane said accusingly.

Fai's eye went wide. "Oh... You found out about that?"

"Idiot." Was all Kurogane said, and smacked Fai on the back of the head with his left hand. Fai winced. "Ow! Meanie Kuro-rin." The ninja glared up at the blue eyed male. "Why did you keep this a secret? I thought we were passed that?"

Fai sighed and propped his head on his hand. "I don't know. I just didn't want to worry anybody." He smiled sadly. He was quiet a moment; "So how did detective Kuro-sama find out?" Kurogane tilted his head inquisitively; Fai mimicked the motion, which caused him to note the dried blood on the ninja's neck. He sat up quickly, "Kuro-sama, are you bleeding??" Kurogane quirked an eyebrow, watching as realization dawned on the mage's face. "That can't be right, can it?" Fai met Kurogane's gaze. "Didn't Yuuko-san say that if I retrieve my lost eye the vampirism would fade?

Kurogane shrugged shoulder. "Maybe she was wrong, or didn't anticipate the blood bond as well as she could? Besides, did you think it would go away just like that?" He snapped his fingers to make a point. "Besides something is different. Before if you went long periods between feeding, you'd be severely weak, bedridden almost," Fai had a faraway look on his face, remembering how childish he acted, needing the princess to coax him at times. "Maybe your magic fortified you against the dire need." Kurogane finished, bringing the Mage from his reverie. "But dammit, when you start feeling!"

Fai smiled a genuine grin. "Yes Kuro-sama." He climbed off of Kurogane, fully aware with how uncomfortable he was getting. "We should get these sheets and your shirt clean, so Syaoran-kun doesn't get worried." The ninja sat up and raised an eyebrow, silently asking a question. "And tell him what's up, too; of course." Kurogane stood up satisfied with the answer and went to the bathroom to clean his neck, and drink some water.

#trc #tsubasa reservoir chronicle #kurofai

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bohemiansweede · 5 years

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The wedding

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

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Thank you

Bride and groom were very happy.. presents and a lot of toasting from near and dear ones

The wedding in the big beach house was over, you had danced a little bit at the party and enjoyed a few glass.. and cake of course

But now you wanted more.. something else

You and your boyfriend were on your way back to the hotel you walked hand in hand along the beach

He had looked at you all day trying to seduce you when nobody was looking, but you teased and just smiled back almost pushed his hand away

Now he was frustrated you could see it so well

You stopped and his hands cupped your face.. Kissed you eagerly

You knew what he wanted

He dragged you inside the hotel, thru the lobby and took the elevator up to 4:th floor without a word

The door slammed shut behind him

His eyes were almost black from lust

There was still clothes all over the bed since you got dressed before the wedding.

You bit your lip, slowly stepped backwards, your hands clasped behind you as you watched him.

He slowly began to remove his clothes.. The tie.. The white shirt.. He looked at you as you were his prey.

His pants dropped to the floor

You licked your lips as you fucked his cock with your eyes.

You could never get used to this sight.. seeing Roger naked before your eyes.. A gasp hitched in your throat.

He continued to push you until you felt the bed behind you

Crashed his lips onto yours and moaned while your tounges melted together

- Mmmm.. Babe, you have been so naughty today, teasing me.. You better taste my cock before I even touch you

You didn't need to be asked or forced this was what you wanted

You needed his cock soooo bad

While on your knees you looked up on him

You let out a satisfied hum as you gently ran your hands up the backs of his thighs until you cupped his peachy ass , leaning in to slowly run the tip of your tongue over the angry red head of his cock.

He phanted faster and faster and almost growled as he pulled your head closer

You licked the full length of his cock, felt his prominent vein on your tounge, wrapping one of your hands your around his shaft as you laid soft kisses around him, slowly pumping his cock.

Roger rolled his hips, desperate for your touch. You gently nipped his balls, grinning up at him when you heard him let out a low moan .

- Fuck!" Rogers thrusts sped up.

His cock slipped easily in and out of your mouth, getting further and further down your throat with each move. Your eyes began to water but God, you fucking loved it.

- Look at me, Roger pulled you off his cock, smirking down at you as you gasped for air. Tell me you love me, Y/N."

- Mmmm I love you Rog.. You know I do

- Shit! I wanna taste you hunnie.. Now.. cannot wait any longer

You pushed away the clothes on the bed and laid down yourself

Roger bit his bottom lip as he crawled over the top of you, taking in just how beautiful you were. He knew he was a lucky man. He ran his left hand up your thigh, kissing down your neck.

- So, beautiful," He whispered. His lips brushed over your hot skin coming to the top of your breast, nipping on them, sucking a bite mark just above your nipple before sucking the tiny bud.

- Mine.. all fuckin mine mmmm.. you taste so good, baby," Roger hummed looking up to meet your eyes. "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

He pulled back slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before he pushed them inside you, his tongue once more flicked at your clit.

Your hands tangled into his blonde hair, pulling gently as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you. Your hips began moving in time with his pumping fingers.

Roger worked you through your orgasm, gently kissing your thighs as he withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean as he sat up.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth you moaned together in unison your hands slowly made their way up along his side as you kissed, splaying across his muscular back.

He looked deep into your eyes while entering your body, you felt every inch of his big cock, you clenched around him and you cried out his name over and over

Your mouth fell open after Roger snapped his hips forwards faster and faster, your legs wrapping around him until the tips of your heels were digging into his ass. You gasped and mewled underneath him as his cock filled you over and over.

His hand wrapped around your throat and began to tighten.

- Look at me, kitten, no more teasing game ok?

He commanded. Your eyes shot up to meet his now completely black ones. - - Always, look, at, me," He breathed deeply, his thumb coming to press against your clit as he squeezed a little harder.

You whined out Roger's name fighting to keep your eyes open, but as your orgasm hit you, you couldn't.

Your eyes rolled back in your head.

Once he had recovered enough from his own mind-blowing orgasm, Roger cleaned you up then moved you under the covers, kissing your lips softly every chance he got. You laid facing him, smiling softly as you admired his handsome yet sweat covered face

- I love you Roger... So sorry for teasin you today

- Aww sweetheart.. It was worth it right?

- Yes it was

You crawled closer to him

- You know what? He muffeled in your hair... Next wedding we are going to... Let it be our own one

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mama-ghostie-61542 · 6 years

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Awakening Ch. 2

Rated M for Mature

If ya recognize it, it ain't mine.

Chapter 2

Doc’s POV

I heard male voices reaching into the blackness that surrounded me.

“I don’t understand why…All her vital…normal…Other than…nothing’s wrong, Leo.”

I felt something soft against my cheek and I blinked. As I started to push myself up I heard;

“Guys, she’s waking up,” one said in a small but excited voice.

“Shit,” I whispered as I wiped and rubbed the sleep from my face with the heels of both hands, “Nathaniel Joseph, you ever hit your mother like that again and you will have a butt blistering like you have never seen. You don’t hit yer grown-ups, and ya sure as shit don’t kick this one in the face because ya got told no,” I sighed, my drawl getting heavy. “Now where the hell are my specs, kid? You know yer old mama is half blind.”

About that time I felt someone tap me on the shoulder with my glasses.

“Thanks,” I shot back over my shoulder.

To which a male voice answered, “No problem.”

It didn’t register then, but a second later, a man laid his hand on my forearm and his tenor voice in front of me asked if I was ok. When I looked up into golden eyes framed by taped up, tortoise shell glasses and purple t-shirting it hit me like a ton of bricks. Here was the face in all of my dreams.

“Oh, Holy Fucking Shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck me running.”

“Do you know your name,” he asked, his gentle voice holding concern as he caressed my forearm.

I nodded. “I-I,” I stumbled out as he gently grasped my hand, instantly calming me. I drew a deep breath and forced myself to slow down, “I know my name, and I know WHO you are, and where I am. However, how I got here is beyond me. I am not supposed to be here. Where I come from you guys are in comic books, cartoons and movies. You four are the subjects of nearly every nerdy girl’s wet dreams. God, I can’t be here; my kids.”

Leo stalked off to make a call, but came back shortly after.

“Really,” Mikey piped up, “they dream of us?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I could really use a coffee and a smoke at the moment. This is some crazy shit,” I growled as I buried my head in my hands.

A deep voice from behind me asked gently, “How do you take it? Your coffee, I mean.”

From in front of me, Donnie laughed as his gentle, golden eyes held my blue green ones. “Dark roast; Medium and light roast is for pussies.”

I chuckled. “Agreed; black with four sugars.”

“FOUR,” Leo grumbled.

“It takes the edge off the bitterness,” Donnie answered for me. “Thanks, Leo.”

“No problem,” he answered and patted my shoulder as he strode past me and thru a doorway.

“I have some gum. Will that help?”

“It should,” I answered, looking up to see Mikey rushing off.

“Ya know, smokin’ will kill ya,” Raph chuckled as he sat one butt cheek on the back of the couch, to the left of me.

“Yeah, but so will breathin’,” I quipped back as a large three fingered hand splayed across my right shoulder. As I looked, there was Leo, holding out a steaming mug. “Thanks again, Leo,” I whispered as I gratefully accepted. As per normal for me, I took a deep whiff before my first sip, and groaned in pleasure as the sweet heat enveloped my tongue. “Good job,” I said after I swallowed.

Just then, a shiny, wrapped, flat stick of Wrigley’s was placed in my field of vision. “Thanks, Angel,” I said as I set my mug down and accepted the stick of gum.

“Angel,” he giggled, smiling as he put his hands on his hips, ”Well no one has ever called me that before.”

“I have always called you that, ever since I was a kid. Ask yer brother,” I smiled as I tapped Donnie’s foot with my bare toes.

“So,” Donnie said from where he was crouched down by the edge of the couch, “What is your name, Babe? In all this time, you have never told me your name.”

“Doctor Leigh Taylor, Traditional Naturopath and Master Herbalist.”

From beside me, Leo shifted and piped up, “Hold up. You’re a doctor!”

“Well, I have the degree, but lack the credentials. And that is merely a problem of funds. My tests cost a grand, and that’s a thousand bucks I ain’t got. And as for my smoke, Raph, I generally roll my own with pipe tobacco, which has fewer additives than cigarette tobacco, and I add in maypop, valerian, and evening primrose. It ends up working in the same fashion as a mood balancer. This is good when you consider that my sons are both special needs. I do have one question. Where is Pop?”

Donnie smiled at me, his eyes brimming with mirth while his hands were as gentle as his heart at the name I had called his father since I was 14.

“Our father is visiting some friends, but he should be home,” Raph started.

“Now,” finished a wise voice from the doorway. “Who is this, my sons?”

I stood up and turned to see a six foot tall Master Splinter standing behind the couch and eyeing me with a curious look on his face.

“Pleased to meet you, Master Splinter,” I said as I held out my hand; which he shook warmly, ”I am Dr. Leigh Fuller; Traditional Naturopath, Master Herbalist, and somewhat unwilling sojourner in this world. I say ‘unwilling sojourner’ because I was rather unceremoniously dumped on your living room floor after my autistic son kicked me in the face and knocked me out.”

Splinter had a look of disbelief on his face.

“It’s the truth, Dad,” Leo said. “We were here watching a movie and suddenly there was a light and she hit the floor. We picked her up and put her on the couch. Donnie checked her out and said she was no worse for wear. Then, she came to maybe 10 minutes before you came home.”

The Elder Rat, knowing that his eldest son couldn’t lie to him, got a contemplative look and while he pulled at his beard, said, “Hmm. Maybe we all have a lesson to learn here. Tell me, my Dear; where are you from?”

I sighed and answered, my eyes steady, “I am from a world where all of this,” I said as my finger waved everywhere, “is the imaginations of two men named Eastman and Laird. This place has been the subject of many different comics, at least as many cartoons, and no less than six movies. In my world, these boys are chronologically ten years older than me, and you, dear sir, are old enough for retirement. You and your family have come into being at least three different ways that I know of.”

“This is crazy,” Raphael shouted.

Splinter nodded, “Yes, my son, it is crazy; however, she is not lying. Tell me, Miss, about the ways we have come into being.”

“In the first, you are Hamato Yoshi, recently widowed and moved here to heal. You bought four newly hatched turtles as your late wife loved turtles. From here, there are many different versions. One of the most evident is that you and the boys were mutated by the same ooze at the same time,” I said as Donnie wrapped his hand around mine.

I smiled at Don and continued, “The second is that you were Splinter, the pet rat of Hamato Yoshi, and followed his killer, Oroku Saki, to New York. Finding refuge in the sewers, you came upon the boys already in the ooze and while gathering them into an old coffee can, you yourself were covered in the ooze.

The third is that you were lab animals used in experiments and saved from a fiery death by April O’Neil. The experiments were cause of the mutation. In this arc, rather than learning from or having already been a master of ninjitsu, you learned from a book.”

He paled, but nodded. “I see. Well, the truth is an amalgam of the second and third. They regularly swept the sewers to feed their need for testing animals. I was picked up on one such foray. April is much too young to remember my shadowboxing. As I had no other training but ninjitsu, I taught the younglings. Imagine my surprise to find them all boys.”

“As a parent, myself, I can imagine.”

“May I ask about you?”

I smiled. “I am 34 years old, mother of 3, and a widow. My oldest son, who is 7, has autism. My younger son is 4 and bipolar, and my daughter, age 2, is normal. Well, normal for my family. I understand that normal is a relative term. He and I had been married for 5 years when a trucker fell asleep at the wheel one morning and crossed the center line. I thank god it was quick and painless. I was barely pregnant with our daughter at the time. It was the hardest thing I have ever done to bring her into the world by myself.”

Splinter winced. “I am sorry for your pain. I remember the feeling of my loss. It’s a pain that lingers long after the scars have healed.”

“Nah,” I said as I remembered some of the other things I had been through. “There are worse pains in the world, trust me. There are still bad days and survivor’s guilt but they don’t hit like they used to.”

Just then, Leo smiled and said, “Well, guys, we do have to patrol tonight. Don, could you stay here with Doc?”

Donnie nodded and went to make some coffee and tea.

As the others left, Splinter asked, “Dr. Taylor, would you care to answer a few more of my questions?”

All I could do was nod as my mouth was full of a second cup of sweet and strong coffee Donnie had brought me.

Dons POV

As I set down a second cup of coffee for Wolf, a cup for myself, and a tea for my dad, he asked if he could talk to her some more. She agreed and I stood up to go to the lab for a minute, I looked at Dad over her, and pointed while mouthing, ‘It’s Her’. And then, aloud, I followed it up with, “Darling, you said Passionflower, Valerian, and Evening Primrose, correct?”

“Yes, dearie,” she answered a sweet smile on her face, her slight drawl washing over me and sending a shiver down my spine.

“Formula,” I somehow managed to croak out.

She arched her brow and answered, “Four ounces Black Cherry pipe, 3 ounces Passionflower, 4 Tables of either Evening Primrose or Wild Rose, and 2 Teas of Valerian. Speedwell or Heartsease if Valerian is unavailable. Is that what you wanted, Dearie?”

“Exactly that,” I said as I let myself into the lab. I knew I still had that can of pipe tobacco in here somewhere, and as for the papers, I could just snag Leo’s out of his hitter box. A band roller was easy to rig up quickly, and I had all of the other ingredients. Unbeknownst to my family, I had kept a jar of the mix just to smell when I got frustrated with the distance.

A few moments later, I heard my father excuse himself and she joined me in my lab. I could barely tear my eyes from her long ass legs. The way the smell of her and her soap mingled in the air around her with the aroma of her coffee smelled like heaven. I could imagine that with her mix and sunshine, it would smell like home.

Out of the blue, as she walked behind me, she came to a dead stop. “What is that scent you are wearing?”

“It’s a soap that Raph and I came up with since almost all store bought soaps irritate our skin. Raph and I both got a nasty rash from everything but Dial when we hit puberty. It never affected Leo or Mike, but we almost had hives.”

“I bet that hurt,” she said.

I glanced at her, “Hurt is an understatement, Darling. So, what soap do you use?”

She smiled and blushed a little, “I use baby soap. It’s Johnson’s Bedtime Moisture Wash. See, baby soap. And just so you know, baby soap is the only kind that doesn’t irritate my skin.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on her face. “We never thought to try baby soap. It makes sense. Baby soap is made for baby skin, which is generally sensitive.”

“That soap smells really nice,” she smiled. “Let me guess; Cedar, Sweetgrass, and Prairie Sage with Hunters Dream Scent Blocker?”

“How did you,” I trailed off, as she looked at me over her glasses. It was all I could do not to grab her. I threw caution to the wind as she began to walk around, taking in all of my equipment. I grabbed her elbow and hauled her up to me, feeling her soft skin pressed firmly against me, and I smashed my lips to hers. She immediately softened and purred against me. I admit, it was a heady feeling. But what really set me off was the feeling of her nails just barely grazing the tender skin on the back of my neck. A shiver ran up my spine and I nipped her bottom lip, begging to explore her, to plunder her mouth. The taste of her was something I had only dreamed about.

Just as my hands started to roam over her perfect figure and our kiss started deepen; igniting the both of us with a passion we had only ever had in dreams, we were interrupted by a cleared throat from the doorway. I was sure in that moment, if Usagi hadn’t have stopped us, I would have taken her right there, on my desk, in my lab.

I growled in frustration as I removed myself enough to rest my forehead on hers. We were both panting already. My hands slid to her hips and held her steady for a moment, allowing my heart to steady and my blood to cool slightly. I looked at Usagi with a snarl and a sneer before turning my attention back to the woman in my arms. I placed my lips at the side of her neck and barked like a dog, eliciting a laugh from my goddess as she cupped the back of my head in one hand and held onto my nuchal shutes with the other.

Usagi POV

I was told by Leonardo that there was a Doctor here who required my special skills. When I arrived, Master Splinter filled me in on the events of the day and directed me toward Donatello’s laboratory. I felt slightly embarrassed by the tall turtle, who was palming and kneading a woman’s hind quarters. I cleared my throat to get their attention. Watching them part however; I saw the look of annoyance on both faces. I heard Sensai Splinter whisper from behind me;

“They are fated souls, Usagi; ones that have spent who knows how long apart, and are merely strengthening their bond.”

I nodded at Master Splinter and asked, ”Leonardo said you have a mission requiring my talents.”

“When the boys return from their patrol, you, Leonardo, and I will be going to Dr. Taylor’s universe to retrieve her children. She has three, two special needs sons and a regular daughter. While there, we will quickly pack two bags each for the family.”

I nodded and hoped Leonardo would return soon. I had a sudden idea. “What if I went on ahead and packed while we waited.”

Stroking his long beard as he thought, Splinter eventually agreed. “I should come with you, it may well be morning before Leonardo returns and the children need food and sleep. We can return to pack the house later, if need be.”

A/N--Exact same as on ffn.

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