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queers-gambit · 6 months

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Aces

prompt: ( requested ) during a terrible storm, you're invited to stay at your boss' house. years of tip-toeing around one another comes to an end when emotions are finally laid on the table.

pairing: Tommy Shelby x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Peaky Blinders

word count: 3.5k+

warning: honestly, it's pretty tame. some cursing, kinda-sorta one bed, most def OC Tommy, fluff, author is def on the Grace Hating Train but it's mild.

With a grunt, you threw the file of paperwork from your hands across the empty room; scattering across the floor. You were agitated, grouchy, beyond exhausted, and yet, there was no use in trying to leave when the worst storm to ransack England was being unleashed from the seediest parts of hell.

All you wanted was to go to bed for about 16 hours, but as midnight ticked closer and closer, that dream was dwindling. You'd be lucky to get a few hours at this point since your job was demanding enough to warrant early mornings and late nights. But this night was later than ever before.

You often wondered if your employer's antics brought this hell-storm upon you all, but figured, God didn't care that much about Small Heath. He most certainly didn't care for the Devil running it.

"Woah!" A voice laughed when the file went flying. "Gott'an arm on yah, love! Nearly took me fuckin' eye out!"

"Ha-ha," you mocked John Shelby, your employer's younger brother. "What're you still doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same," he smirked, squatting so he was in front of you with an exaggerated pout. "Why're you still here, love? Tommy's still gotcha workin'?"

"No, it's my own vocation."

"Tommy don't pay overtime, sweetheart."

"No shit," your eyes rolled. "In case I'm the only one capable of seeing it, there's an outlandish storm outside that prevents me from getting home." You gestured around where you sat on the floor, surrounded by files and other paperwork, "So, what else was I gonna do to pass the time?"

"It's not that bad," he waved you off. "C'mon, I'm off t'the Garrison, come with me, love. We can drink 'til the storm passes, huh?"

"John, seriously, I'm warning you," you deadpanned, watching him adjust his flatcap.

"C'mon, sweet cheeks, we can endure it," he laughed, opening the door and literally being shoved back by the force of the wind. You didn't make a sound, just reaching to hold down the papers around you as he grunted and groaned, trying to shut the flailing door; only able to once he threw his entire weight into it.

"Told you," you mused, his face and coat dripping wet from the short time the door was open.

"So, you're staying here, then?" He asked, panting, trying to play off the entire ordeal.

"I figured I'd get some more work done, it's not like Tommy gives any days off," you shrugged.

"He'd give you whatever you asked for," John smirked, taking his coat off.

"No, he needs me to do shit on the daily, there aren't days off, John Boy," you rolled your eyes playfully. "But I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to work for you idiots."

"Hey," he pouted.

"Oh, honey, if it helps any, you're my favorite idiot!"

"Good," he pointed at you with a small laugh. "But seriously, love, if you need the day off, Tommy would do it."

"No, there's so much to do here," you frowned. "We're on track to reopen in a few weeks, and if I take a day off, we'll fall behind, and you know Tommy doesn't do delays."

The gambling den the Shelby's operated was getting a make over now that The Shelby Company Limited was soon to be up and running. Hence why you were there in an empty room with only files around you and a dimly lit lap, you were trying to get shit organized before furniture could be moved back in.

You would have to restock Polly's office, Tommy's, Arthur's, and John's - all of who were Company members and would need their space to work. Not to mention the completely different office Tommy was currently eyeing to use as his base of operation, something you, as his personal assistant, was expected to help with every step of the way. Honestly, it was a miracle Tommy was ever able to get shit done before you - an organizational Goddess.

"Well," John sighed, looking around for a moment before shrugging and placing his hands on his hips, "want some help?"

You chuckled, "No, it's all right, John, you go on. Surely the lads will be home soon - "

Speak of the Devil! And He will appear!

The door burst open, sending your files every which way from the gust of wind; several bodies shoving their way inside before the lone, single body of Tommy Shelby stalked in last. He shut the door without issue, being a force of nature himself; a professionally observant, silent, lone menace that commanded the attention of any room he walked into. People on the street parted for him like the Red Sea, flocked to the darkened parts of the streets just to get a glimpse of the gangster in motion.

For as long as you can remember, you've harbored overwhelming affection for your boss, but never once vocalized it out of sheer fear of rejection.

He was Thomas Shelby. He was an enigma; a mysterious, stoic man that instilled a sense of fear and respect from those around him. You included, but yet never dare let your admiration for your employer be known in public. You loved him from a distance; admiring him and feeling yourself fall further into your unrequited love due to the intimate proximity you shared. He's always treated you as exactly what you were - a valuable member of the Company and his personal assistant. You worked intimately together on a daily basis, and each night you went home, you would scream into a pillow out of sheer frustration.

Being his personal assistant meant you were constantly in close proximity, and no matter how hard you tried to fight your feelings, it was impossible. He was Thomas bloody Shelby - insanely suave, charismatic, a deep nut to crack, but once he opened up, he was insanely loyal, caring, even decently amusing. He was all you wanted, but never felt secure enough to admit your feelings for him.

You were greeted happily by the men, all piling into the Shelby home to take refuge from the storm. You were left to silently rock to your feet and start gathering the papers that had gone flying in their entrance, glancing up when a hand offered help in rounding up your supplies. "Thank you, Mr. Shelby, but I got it," you insisted quietly, accepting the pages he handed you.

Tommy always had a soft spot for you.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "What're you still doin' here?"

"Storm makes it impossible to get home," you shrugged. "I was waiting until it lessened, but it doesn't seem to," you glanced out the window, still shuffling files and papers together.

"You've worked all day," he sighed, "c'mon."

"Uh... Where?"

"Think you've earned a drink," he eased, already striding out of the room. You quickly finished gathering your papers, stacking them all together, but was pleasantly shocked when Tommy returned to the empty room with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Mr. Shelby, don't - "

But he was already sat on the ground, back against a wall, watching you with amusement. "Think a man's too good to sit on the floor?" He asked, uncorking the bottle.

"When their suit is so expensive that I have to take it to a specific cleaners, perhaps, then yes," you answered truthfully.

"I've money to spare, I can send this suit to be cleaned by another errand boy, you won't have to any longer," he poured two glasses of whiskey, "but tonight's company is too good to pass up."

You laughed, "Oh, no, what did you do?"

"Hmm?"

"You're kissing my arse a little, what've you done? What mess do I have to clean tomorrow?"

He smirked as you finally sat beside him, a bit stiffly, but accepted the drink he served. "Nothing, love, this storm's put a halt on everything," he gestured to the window, unaware that your heart stalled in your chest when you heard him call you 'love'. "What is it you were working on?" He asked, fingering the few files stacked between you. "Ah," he mused, reading the titles of the packets, "trying to get a jump on tomorrow, huh?"

"Not very much else to do," you shrugged. "I... I got a little frustrated. I think I'll need Polly to go over a few things with me."

"I'm sure you've got it," he spoke quietly. "I wouldn't have hired you if incapable."

You nodded, "Right, of course, sir."

Mr. Shelby offered you a look, taking a swig of whiskey. "You know, after hours, you don't have to be so professional."

"You didn't hire me to be unprofessional, though."

"No, I didn't, but this isn't a work meeting," he offered his glass. "We can still be friendly, can we not?"

You clinked his glass with yours, "Sure, of course we can..." How the hell could you be 'friendly' to the man you've pined after for the past two years? "So, I heard Grace skipped town," you started, instantly wincing when you realized what you said. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Shelby, I didn't mean to - "

But he chuckled, "You heard correct." He waited a long moment, then offered, "She's gone - for good."

You tested the waters, "Is... That a good thing?"

"It is."

"I thought you liked the barmaid?"

"I thought I did, too, but I've been wrong before."

"I doubt that."

"No, truly," he smirked, "I've made my fair share of mistakes."

"That you'd be willing to admit to?"

"Well, that's a different story," he mused, downing the last of his glass. "C'mon," he decided, sitting up, "the others are in the den, if you'd like to join?"

"Oh, no, I don't wish to intrude."

"Where were you going to sleep, then? If this storm doesn't die off in the next hour?" You gestured to where your coat and belongings were bunched up beside you, shrugging lightly. "No, absolutely not," he glared when he took in your makeshift bed, "you're coming in, you'll stay the night here."

"No, you lot are having family time - "

"And why do you assume you aren't family yet?" He asked sharply, making you reel back a little. "Three years, you've worked with my family, a portion of that before any of us came home. C'mon, love, you're more family than others wish to pretend to be."

"You mean that?" You worried softly.

He offered a look of mild offense, "I don't speak to hear the sound of my own voice. I would not say it if I did not mean it."

The whiskey in your system encouraged you to offer a sharp look, snipping, "It would not kill you to just say, 'Yes, I mean it.'"

Tommy smirked lightly, nodding, "Yes, I mean it. Come, you'll stay here tonight."

You couldn't fight off the smile even if you tried. With your coat and purse in one hand, Tommy took the other to help you off the floor. Like a gentleman, he took your belongings before leading you further into the Shelby home; leaving the empty gambling den to find the others all stuffed around a table with a card game loudly being played; fireplace stoked to life.

Polly greeted you happily, not knowing you were still here. Tommy set your things to the side as Arthur wrangled you into the seat beside him - insisting you had to be on his team! A quick sniff of his tea mug assured he was waist deep in the whiskey.

"Okay! New player at the table!" John announced, yanking all the cards back to hand over to Polly. They were all smoking, minus you and Finn. "You all know the rules - hey, hey, hey, no! Tommy's not on her team!" He pointed at you and his brother, who had sat beside you to sandwich you between Shelby's.

"Why not?" Tom asked, accepting the tea from Polly as Finn handed you your own.

"Thank you, little love," you whispered, pecking his cheek as he giggled.

"Becuase you two can communicate without words - it's fucking weird!" John insisted. "All right! Polly, you're with Tommy - the fucker likes to cheat."

"Being better than you isn't cheating, John Boy."

"Is when there's money on the line!" John laughed, Arthur leaning over to explain to you the game. He was actually a very good teacher, and even for a few rounds, you weren't a "viable player" just to let you watch and get the gist of things.

However, when you joined the game, it was far more intense than you had given credit for. But the Shelby's were competitive lads, Polly just happy to laugh and remind the boys of the rules; letting them dominate the table as you were content to just watch, laugh, and sip your tea. After a few rounds, Finn came over and hopped up on your lap, declaring you two a team now, and believe it or not, you won the next three hands!

"CHEATERS! AYE!?" John yelled, laughing right after as a boom of thunder rattled the home.

"No, call that beginners luck!" Arthur tried to defend, Tommy lighting a new cigarette.

"Or maybe John's just not accustomed to losing?" You grinned. "Especially from a lady?"

"I lost to a lady? Where? Where is she?" John looked around comically, earning a swift kick under the table that rattled the tea cups.

"All right, all right, next hand, we play for money, come on, come on, bets in the center," Polly instructed. "Finn, don't," she warned and you reached up to push the lad's hand down as he was ready to toss in a few pounds.

"Here, I'll cover us," you told the little lad, both grinning when you offered money to the center. Unknown to you, Tommy was keeping mental track of however much you were betting - intent to pay you back. Yet he didn't say anything, content to watch you and Finn have fun together.

Arthur and John were the most vocal of the group, arguing about scores and tallies and who won which round. You chuckled as Finn leaned into your chest, everyone waiting for the two to finish arguing; Polly looking over with a broad smirk before dropping her gaze. Tommy had seemingly naturally moved closer to you, one arm extended behind your chair to keep you close to his warmth.

Neither seemed to notice.

Not even when you would turn to crack a joke directly in Tommy's ear, his lips spreading in an easy smile that made Polly fight off her own grin. Grace was something special to Tommy, sure, this was true, but after the time together, she could tell that the two of you had become something more - without even verbalizing it.

Never realizing.

Hours passed, the storm still raged, two cartons of cigarettes was smoked between the lot of them, and there was no clear winner in sight. Finn had fully deflated into your embrace, asleep despite the loud thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. Your head had lulled onto Tommy's shoulder, sleep clawing at your eyelids as you listened to a drunken John and Arthur still argue about the card game. Polly eventually called it quits and bid everyone a goodnight, smiling softly when she noted the cozy seating between you and Tommy.

The longer you sat there, you more exhausted you became.

"C'mon, love," Tommy whispered softly, rousing you from your half-sleep, "let's get you to bed. C'mon, up you get," he smirked, aiding you from your chair as you kept a firm hold on his little brother. "We'll see you lot in the morning," he told his brothers.

"Night," John and Arthur waved, still deep into their argument, but smirking to one another when Tommy lead you up the stairs. When you were gone from sight, John leaned in and asked his eldest brother, "Think Tommy'll make a move tonight?"

Arthur glanced up the stairs, musing, "If he doesn't, he might be stupider then we thought."

John agreed.

Upstairs, Tommy opened the bedroom door and let you lay Finn softly on his bed, pausing to tug his shoes off and cover him with his blanket; moving his stuffed teddy bear closer and watching his sleeping hand naturally curl around it. You snuck out of the door, Tommy shutting the door, and tangled your hand with his.

Silently, he lead you to his bedroom.

It was small, ridiculously small, but it was enough for his single person. Tommy shut the door after you, moving around, muttering, "You can sleep in this," as he handed you one of his shirts, "and I'll be in the drawing room if you need me - "

"Tommy, I'm not kicking you out of your room," you sighed. "I can sleep on the sofa for the night, it's not - "

"I'm not letting you do that," he refused sharply.

"Then we seem to be at an impasse," you decided with perked brows. "Either we're both sleeping on the sofa or we both crash your bed. You choose."

He chuckled dryly, "And here I thought the whiskey would make you less stubborn."

"Wishful thinking."

He nodded, letting you have the room to change and get under the covers. It was decently cold in his room, more so without pants; the storm doing nothing to remedy that, and when Tommy returned, everything felt different.

A good different, but still different.

Neither of you made eye contact, him joining you in the absurdly small bed after blowing the candles out. You settled on your side, facing the wall, and after a few moments of adjusting, Tommy was settling down - but hesitating to deflate in comfort.

"Is it all right if I, uh... If I...?"

"Yeah, 's all right, Tommy," you whispered, reaching for the hand that hovered over your waist and pulling it so he was curled around you. It was all he needed to readjust, sigh to himself, and deflate against your back. You shivered slightly when his warm breath fanned over your neck and shoulder; his hand splaying over your belly and rubbing his thumb mindlessly. "Thank you for letting me stay the night," you whispered.

"Wasn't gonna send you home in this weather," he answered, voice vibrating the shell of your ear. "Besides," he whispered in a sigh, "this is where I wanted you, and where I wanted to be."

You chuckled, "Oh, yeah? So cold in here you need a warm body in bed with you?"

"No," he whispered, "but I've been in love with you for months now that I didn't want you far from me. Doesn't feel right, seeing you go home without me - everyday. I was overjoyed to come back and see you still here."

"What?" He didn't let you turn around, just kept you both there; locked in your spoon. "Tommy, what're you saying?"

He took a sobering breath, "That this is what I want, this is where I want us to be."

"That's the whiskey talking."

"No, love, it's you," his lips danced across your ear, making you shiver. "It's always been you, but I wasn't in my right mind to do anything about it."

"And now you are?"

"I might be, I couldn't go another minute with you thinking I don't want you - that I don't value you in my life. The fact that you were ready to sleep downstairs hurt me more than I'm willing to admit," he sighed, "and I knew, I needed to confess a few things so you know, you're welcome in this family. You won't ever sleep downstairs, love, you're meant to be here... With me... If you want to be."

You had to slap his hand to get him to loosen his grip and let you turn around to face him; but his hand remained on your, moving up to grip your ribs. In a whisper, you asked, "You're being honest? Genuine?"

"I can't lie to you, you can always tell. So, am I lying?"

"I don't think so," you whispered with skepticism, eyes narrowed. Neither of your voices rose above a whisper, "Why say any of this, Tommy?"

"Because the idea of going another day without at least trying to tell you how I feel was beginning to feel suffocating."

"What about Grace?"

"It's taken me a bit, but I know now that I was infatuated with her simply because I had already decided you were out of my league."

"Do you hear yourself?" You grinned, caressing his cheek. "You're everything I've wished for, Tommy, but know I can't have. You're the one in a league of your own, I'm the one unable to touch you."

His head shook, "You're all I've wanted and more. I wasn't sure you'd think it appropriate - my affection for you - given you work for me."

"The same reason I feared voicing my affection for you, too."

"Now that it's in the open," he whispered, "how do you want to proceed?"

"We can figure logistics out later," you smiled, tracing your fingertips over his face, "but for now, I just want to enjoy this. I never thought you'd look at me the same way, and now that you do, I don't want to look away."

"You won't have to," he whispered. "I'm in this for us, my sweet, if you are."

"Nowhere I'd rather be," you whispered, cuddled close, and simply breathing the same air. For a single moment, Tommy felt unparalleled peace; the shovels quiet, heart content, and body warm.

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flowerandblood · 9 months

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I've been feeling a little overwhelmed and frustrated lately with what's going on because I feel like what people expect from my fanfic (The Impossible Choice) and what I want it to be are two different things.

People would like it to either be a sugared-up story where the use of words, descriptions of places, behaviors and characters is as medieval as possible, BUT everyone who fucks is of legal age in the United States. After all, a 16-year-old in the Middle Ages was a child just like today, right??? RIGHT??? (do I have to remind you that people who were then 40 years old were already looking and feeling super old, and 60-year-olds were considered old men over the grave???), apart from that, Aemond would be best cool angry and making you wet, but also to tell his wife that he loves her, not to make mistakes, so that she doesn't make mistakes, but if she has any suspicions about him, she can cheat on him. Let there be drama, but if a bit of her body burnt, she is no longer beautiful, so why do that??????

It wasn't supposed to be a nice story to read in bed. Maybe I will destroy someone's imagination, but the close-ups from chapters 4 and 5 today would be considered rape no matter what age the heroine was. But they are not for her or for him because of the historical context!!!

If you don't want to feel uncomfortable then why are you reading fanfic set in the Middle Ages where marital rape was commonplace, where the wife is the husband's property and has to fight for his favor and gentleness????

Aemond literally stole her from her house and took advantage of the fact that she knew nothing about these things. Of course, he didn't mean to hurt her, and he was hurt in that aspect when he was 13, but this story isn't meant to be comfortable. Aemond is fascinated by her at first, but on the eve of everything, he wants to break her and make her ease up because Aemond is NOT A GOOD PERSON. He's not in the books, he's not in the show, and he's certainly not in this fanfic.

The only thing that usually makes him make the right decisions is his feeling for her, his affection, the feeling that they belong together. His mother gave him the love he needed and he respects and reveres her so how must he feel about a woman who shows so much respect, love and understanding? I want this story to be logical, full of their feelings and the brutality of the world around them, because the medieval world is a cruel world.

I would like to remind you that undermining the logical decisions of the characters or the logical ideas of the author resulting from good research and knowledge of the era are not constructive criticism, but a dream that this fanfic would be something that it is not.

A sweet story about fucking two adults that you can stick yourself in.

It's not that kind of story. And it's not supposed to be comfortable.

I don't have the strength to post the next chapters yet, although before the next one I was very excited and wanted to show it to you very much. I just lost the sense of continuing this story since people don't understand the main assumptions of the world they read about.

#the impossible choice #done for now

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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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Billy's Camaro fic. Chapter 16

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Ever since he started having all these vague feelings about Hargrove, Steve has never thought that it would lead anywhere. That they would actually end up kissing each other like two drunk teenagers in love, absolutely indecent and steamy, lost in lust, uncaring of the world spinning around them. He has also never imagined that their lips would fit so perfectly well, interlocked in the most natural way, just like they've found home on each other. Lock and key, turn, click, it's their place now.

Billy is kissing him, and the fast and savage has turned into slow and savouring, and it gets registered in his mush brain that they are both moaning, mmm fucking loving it, Hargrove's hand on Steve's crotch is burning his dick through the jeans, and Billy's applying just the right among of pressure, palming Steve, confidently, that smooth motherfucker, like he .. like he knows exactly what he is doing, and maybe .. okay maybe it's the dry spell, maybe it's the fact that Steve has been tiptoeing around dreaming of this moment for so long, or the fact that Steve was caught off guard with Billy showing up without a warning earlier today. Also, quite probably it's the undeniable truth that Hargrove is doing a damn good job kissing him and rolling that big hot palm, rubbing his dick in the way that makes Steve, well .. it's uh ..

It takes him only one minute to literally cream his pants.

His whole body jerks, pleasure waves knocking him over. He's slumping against the door, and Hargrove is still kissing him, no tongue, just kinda holding his lips on Steve's and smiling into the kiss.

Oh god, it is so embarrassing

He did not expect that

To be honest, he didn't expect anything just one hour ago

"Hey I'm .. " his voice is weak and unusually thin

"I think it was the fastest I've ever scored."

Steve's huffing out a nervous awkward laugh and Billy snorts. Steve's eyes are still closed and although the after feels great, he can't look Billy directly in those ice-blue eyes

"I uh .. I usually last longer than that."

"It's fine. We'll have time to explore how long you can hold out for."

No, it's fucking pathetic, and Steve just wants to sink through the floor right now, but Billy .. Billy's hand is now curled around his waist, and he's tickling Steve's ear with his hot breath, and .. he sounds like he means it, it's fine. There's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens. Even the snort wasn't mean.

Steve brings his hand to Hargrove's own visible bulge and tries to unzip the jeans, but Billy stops him mid-movement

"As much as I want it, pretty boy .. and I so want it .. but this stupid wound kinda hurts, and I'm just .. dead tired, I'll fall asleep on the rug here if I don't find a bed right this second."

"Oh of course .. of course!! I'm .. I'm so .. I'm sorry! Are you hungry? Do you want to take a shower? There's still your toothbrush and everything .."

"I'll just go straight to bed. It's tricky to take a shower with a bandage, I'm too tired for it now. And I am hungry, but I'm much more just .." - Billy's whole body is kinda laying on top of Steve, - "It was a long fucking drive. Where can I sleep?"

"Guest room? Or .. my bed? You can sleep in my bed?"

"Your bed."

"Okay."

Steve unglues himself from the door together with Hargrove on him. It feels wet and sticky in his underwear but it also feels amazing.

They go upstairs to Steve's room where Billy just takes off the jacket and jeans

and slides under the blanket in his t-shirt and underwear

"Fuuck, it's so good to finally be able to stretch like that."

He sighs contentedly and mumbles

"Night, Steve."

"Yeah .. good night."

It's six in the evening.

Billy's been on the road for thirty-three hours, did he actually stop? He couldn't have driven from California to Indiana without stopping, could he? It's physically impossible.

Steve's gonna ask all the questions tomorrow.

He goes to the shower and washes away his cum, still high on the ohmygodohmygod it's fucking real. Still bummed about the whole creaming his pants too fast incident. Dammit. Ugh.

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Close to the morning Steve hears in his sleep like the mattress is shifting near him .. the bed becomes emptier .. he hears the distant sound of running water and then somewhere close to the time when his alarm usually goes off

There's heavy weight on the bed again, and someone's getting under the blanket and sliding his big hand all over Steve's side .. tenderly, slowly .. it is so gentle, but at the same time the hand is heavy, manly, it is so new .. there's the fresh smell of toothpaste and .. yeah it's coffee aroma in the air, and the hand is becoming more insistent, lifting Steve's t-shirt up, kneading his shoulder and back, dragging his underwear down and grabbing his ass cheek, stroking his thigh, down and up and .. oh god going for Steve's already hard dick - what was it, just a couple of seconds - and he's this hard ..? Again.

"I've started the coffee, pretty boy."

Billy's low voice

"Do you have to go to work today?"

"Mhmm .."

Steve's humming, eyes still closed, half asleep.

"It's so fucking hot that you're so easy for me. Look how hard you are already."

Billy is touching him, everywhere, tracing his fingers over Steve's balls and up his cock

"It's the hottest thing, you being so hard for me."

"So soft down there .."

Billy's palm is gently fondling his balls again

"And so hard up here .."

Slowly, torturously dragging the fingers up his dick

There's a wild thought flashing through Steve's still sleepy head that maybe it's all a dream. In this case, Steve doesn't want it to end

Billy's hand is again so sure - how can he be so unafraid ?? ..

It's all about these flesh-scorching sensations in Steve's feverish mind. Feather-like touches, finger taking precome from the slit and spreading it all over the head of his dick, same finger toying with the hem .. a little bit of squeezing, a little bit of loving, circling, circling with maddening consistency

Steve wants to sob in his pillow

"Stop teasing me, Hargrove."

"Do you have any lube?"

"I don't .. nngh .. I don't have any."

Billy spits in his palm and wraps it around him

"This will have to do then."

It feels so filthy, Steve loves it

He loves Hargrove's large hand around his dick

Billy's whispers and moans pour like molten iron in Steve's ear

"You're so hard for me, Harrington .. so fucking easy .."

Hargrove jerks Steve off, his own dick pressing on Steve's ass cheeks, he's humping his ass, breath heavy and sultry

It builds and it builds, and it grows, the pleasure in Steve's lower abdomen, in his balls, ready to explode and flood all his body with bliss

He's fucking into Billy's fist, messily

Until it rips through him, and he cums with a groan all over the bed and his belly and Billy's fist.

Just a couple of minutes later Billy follows

shooting his hot cum on Steve's back, panting sweatily into his neck, and oh my god, if it's not the hottest sensation he's ever felt

This time he did last more than one minute, at least.

Billy's body is relaxed against Steve's and Steve just wants to sleep more, just like that, together, covered in cum - why isn't it gross? Because it isn't, it feels so good

But at this moment his alarm clock goes off

"Damn it!"

He smashes it in frustration and whines

"Don't wanna get up."

When suddenly

Someone's pounding at the door downstairs. Steve's eyelids fly open

The fucker Hargrove chuckles

"Perfect timing hehee .. Who is it? Parents?"

Steve's lifting himself on his right elbow

"No, they uh .. they have a key, they don't need to .."

The pounding resumes

Billy's wiping himself and Steve with a sheet

"You're gonna open the door?"

"Steve ?? STEVE!!!"

That's .. Max's voice? Oh shit. Steve's looking at Billy who's not smiling anymore

"I don't think we have a choice."

Steve jumps out of bed and puts sweatpants on

He turns to face Billy who's still laying on the bed and only now sees that his torso is bandaged, all around

Fucking hell ..

"Hey, Steve !!"

The pounding intensifies

Steve runs downstairs

"Coming!! I'm coming, Jesus!"

He opens the door, and there's Max, eyes fiery, fists clenched

"Hey is Billy here? El told me .."

"Uh .. yeah. Uhm .."

Max pushes past Steve.

"Billy .. ??"

Turns to him.

"Where is he?"

'Well, he is sleeping, I guess. But uh .. you probably woke him up. Just a second, I'll go look."

There's no need, cause Billy is coming down the stairs, wearing Steve's other sweatpants and throwing on a t-shirt

Max sees the bandage though

"Oh my god, Billy? .. Billy, are you okay? Are you .. "

She's staring at him, eyes wide open

"You're alive? .."

She flings herself at Billy but he's wincing at the embrace, patting her shoulder with his right hand

"Easy, Max."

Is he not happy to see her ? - Steve thinks

"You're alive, asshole !! Why didn't you tell me?"

Billy's just standing there, like a stone statue.

Max steps back a little.

"Were you going to tell me ?? .."

"How did you know I'm here?"

"El called me yesterday and said that .. you were alive and coming to Hawkins. She was so happy, she said Hopper was back and she said .. family's important."

Max is clutching her backpack straps

"It was very late yesterday for me to go outside, mom .. mom doesn't let .. and doesn't like when I stay out late, so I had to wait till the morning but .. I couldn't sleep and .."

"Oh, how's Susan?"

"She's .." - Max's shoulders slouch a little

"She's okay but .."

She stops mid-sentence and suddenly glances at Steve as if looking for some information

"Does he ..? Do you know about your ..?"

"I know, Max. I know about Neil."

They both fall silent.

Somehow Steve decides that it is not the worst moment to cut in

"Hey guys? Does anyone want coffee? Let's go to the kitchen? Did you have breakfast, Max?"

"I couldn't eat much, but yeah .. yeah, I did, thanks Steve."

They're in the kitchen and Steve starts pouring himself a mug of coffee when Max looks at the clock

"I need to get to school. Can somebody .. can you drive me, Billy?"

She's nervous because

Because she knows Billy can be an asshole

Which is exactly what happens

"Listen, Max, I sort of .. just came back from the dead, and you're already piling up a brother's .. step-brother's responsibilities on me? Can't drive anybody anywhere. I'm injured. How did you get here?"

"I walked. Can't skate in winter."

"Well .. school's not that far."

Steve's giving them both a coffee each

"Don't be a jerk, Billy." He says

"Oh so now I'm the jerk?"

Max is on the verge of tears

"You're the biggest jerk there is! Why am I the last one to find out you're alive?"

"Well, why was I the last one to find out about the upside down shit, huh, sister?"

Billy's stubborn like a donkey, Steve kinda knows that about him already. Steve himself has never been good at this sibling shit, he grew up alone, so he's kinda lost here. He's trying his best though.

There are two trails of tears running down Max's face

"I'm sorry, Billy."

Billy's not showing any reaction

Yep, siblings' drama

"Guys! I'll drive you to school, Max, and you .." - glancing at Hargrove - "You wanted to go somewhere?"

"I actually wanted to have a quiet day today, Harrington! Just uh .. just need to go to hospital probably to have it looked at."

Billy's gesturing at his left side

He avoids looking at Max.

Most likely, Steve's got to be the adult here.

"Okay! Okay, don't fight!"

"No-one's fighting, Harrington." - Billy's rolling his eyes and Max is trying not to let a single sniffle out.

"Let's just .. let's just take it step by step. Max, you need to be at school, right ?"

Max's nodding

"When?"

The two of them are looking at the clock

"Like .. in twenty minutes?"

"Right, school starts at 8.30 .." - Steve's addressing Hargrove now. - "I need to be at work at 9.00, can you drive yourself to the hospital?"

"Where would I get the car? Your beamer is near Family Video. Also, what about breakfast?"

"Uhm .. okay, I'm taking Max to school now, and then I'm picking you up from here and driving to Family Video where you can take one of the cars and go to the hospital? And we can stop and get bagels on the way. How's that for a plan?"

Billy's shrugging his broad shoulders like he doesn't care

"Yeah whatever."

"I'll just go change."

When Steve comes downstairs, he sees that Max is still waiting in the kitchen, but Billy's sitting on the couch in the living room

Having brothers or sisters is not the easiest thing, huh

"Let's go, Max?" Steve's grabbing the camaro keys.

"Bye, Billy." It comes out quiet and sad.

"See you around, Maxine." This comes out indifferent.

"I know you don't believe me but I'm glad you're back."

Hargrove isn't answering anything to that, and Steve and Max leave the house.

On the way Steve promises Max to tell her all about Billy's rescue later. He also says he'll talk to Billy about .. about what just happened between them.

"Just give him time, he's been through so much, and he actually has the right to be pissed about some things. You know like .. we kept him in the dark about this whole situation, and .. it almost cost him his life."

"Yeah, I know." Max is looking out of the window. "We should've told him about everything from .. from the beginning. We were stupid."

"Yeah .." - Steve pauses. - "How are things with your mom, by the way?"

"It's okay. It's difficult for her after Neil's death, but .. I hope she's going to be okay. We're moving soon. I don't know where yet, but this house is too big for us now."

Steve drops Max off at school

"If you need any help, call me, Max."

When he gets back, Billy's already dressed and waiting.

They get in the car. Steve can literally feel that the camaro is thrilled to see Billy, it makes all these excited sounds, the engine is singing.

First, they drive in silence but then

"Billy? I kinda felt sorry for Max, I mean .. weren't you happy to see her?"

"On cloud fucking nine, Harrington."

"That's uh .. listen, that's not my place to say anything but uh .. weren't you too harsh on her?"

"First of all, Harrington, stop with that "Oh it's not my place to say .." bullshit, okay? We're fucking, I'm staying at your house, you .. you saved me from that hellhole. And second, Max is .. yeah, she's a kid, bit it's not like she's a little fucking baby who didn't .. who doesn't understand anything!"

Steve's got a feeling Billy's talking about something else entirely, not just their earlier encounter

Also

Steve again feels that tingling sensation at the back of his head.

We're fucking, I'm staying at your house ..

Billy's rubbing his eyes with both palms

"The thing is .. I know. I know, Steve, you're right. It's just that .. there's so much family shit involved like .. I never even wanted a sister, and my dad .. even if it was her fault, I'd get slapped around anyways so .. but I know. Give me a couple of days. I'll pick her up from school or something. We'll go get burgers. We'll talk. Or something. Can we just go get our bagels now, Steve, I'm starving, like .. really ?"

The bagels are freshly baked and delicious, or maybe Steve's just after-sex hungry and happy. The boys devour them like two young wolves.

They say their good-byes for the day in front of the video store.

"I'll take my car. We'll go for a drive. Where's that hospital?"

"It's close to Main Street. There's gonna be a huge sign, you won't miss it."

"Alright. See you after your work. Want me to make some dinner?"

"I uh .. I don't know." Steve wasn't ready for this question.

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

Hargrove gets in the camaro and the car honestly looks like the most delighted pup.

Steve doesn't know how they'll do it, make peace, Billy and the camaro. And whether they'll make peace at all. He's curious, but fuck his life, he's gotta be at work.

Billy goes to the hospital, where they put a new bandage on his wound. Drives around in the camaro a bit, all conversations they might be having remain a secret only two of them share. He goes to Harrington's later and sleeps through the day.

Dinner is tricky, cause Harrington doesn't seem to have much food in his cupboards. Maybe they'll just go to the diner. Or pasta it is.

He's there to pick Steve up from work, and Steve's cheeks burn hot when he sees Billy waiting for him outside Family Video. They drive back separately, taking both cars to Harrington's place.

"I'll race you there, pretty boy."

Steve just scoffs and shakes his head cause he knows his beamer doesn't stand a chance.

He's right.

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Next chapter. I know this one was supposed to be last, but then Max popped out of nowhere. The boys are still in need of a decent conversation. Also, I'm all for Billy and Max bonding and becoming the brother and sister we want them to be. I just think it won' t happen overnight. They'll need so much time. There will be so much assholery and passive-aggressive bitching. They'll get there, but it won't be all sugary sweet

#billy's camaro fic #billy's camaro #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic

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hopeforkitten · 4 months

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I found a tadpole in my head on the topic of interaction between Tav warlock and Gortash.

I see Gortash, who is 15-16 years old and who is bullied and disliked by everyone in the house of hope except Tav. At the same time, the boy is still prickly with her. We would, as Raphael's favorite, beg for grams of leniency for him, but since Gortash does not know how to keep his sharp tongue between his teeth, this is of littleuse.

Gortash tries to appreciate our kindness, but our voluntary cooperation with Raphael is too disgusting for him.

Tav, who brings sweets for him👉👈

I think they could hide in a secret passage to the dungeon, sit hugging and Gortash would cry on our shoulder

yes Gortash is my son

Gortash does not want to be a warlock, because he does not want to link his life and strength with Raphael and he will read our contract in absolute horror, where we have transferred all our rights and freedoms to the devil.

"How did he get you to sign this abomination?"

"Well, actually, some of the items are written in my hand. Perhaps... it was in a frenzy of love."

Tav recalls an episode where they literally lay like two schoolgirls with homework on the bed, shaking their legs and entering new points about eternal fidelity, love to the grave and after it, etc., sealing each point with an insinuating kiss, of course (it definitely looked funny next to the section about duties and punishments for warlock) Gortash tilts his head and looks with disgust into Tav's dreamy face until she returns her gaze to him again and blushes.

"Well, maybe I'm still in a love frenzy. Don't look at me like that, you can see for yourself how kind Raphael is to me." Tav ran her hand through the young man's black tangled hair. "And he would be kind to you if there was even a concept of respect in that stupid head."

And now a more delicious thing that came to my mind when watching Ratatouille. Two scared teenagers Gortash and Tav spy from Zariel are abused by Raphael and just the world around them.

While cleaning, Gortash catches a mouse in the house of hope, something forces him to save the animal, and not kill it. Perhaps there is an obvious intelligence in the eyes of the animal. The mouse tries to run, but does not squeak and quickly realizes that it is safe.

Gortash is sitting in a secret passage to the dungeon when the animal is enveloped in magic and turns into a human. As scared as a mouse.

So the future Archduke found his first friend. Tav quickly told him that she was sent by another devil, that she was not here of her own free will and only wanted to escape.

Gortash will say that he will not betray her, in secret he will bring her food and a wet cloth to clean her dirty hands after being in the form of a mouse.

They will spend some time in the house of hope. It was enough just to hide your guest when he was a mouse. Gortash left Tav in a corner of the dungeon, or carried it in his pocket. The main thing is that Raphael does not hear their conversations while Gortash polishes the house and Tav quietly squeaks from under the layers of fabric.

They became real friends. The boy had never seen such sympathy in his direction before. They were in the same helpless position, but just being there was more than enough. And it was much warmer to fall asleep in a cage with more than one person.

It was also necessary to hide his friend from Nubaldin. In the guise of a mouse, it's also simple. It was not easy for Tavu to watch the beatings of Gortash. When Nubaldin left, she could take care of the prisoner.

A particularly bad blow to the chin, the scar will remain with him for life, and Tav can only ease the pain with cold spells and a healing potion.

Nubaldin may inadvertently notice Tav, Gortash will explain that this is another prisoner. The persuasion is successful, but their escape plan should start moving faster. They can't stay here anymore.

In the first dream, when Gortash opens his eyes, he sees Tav in Raphael's hands. He picked her up by the collar, shakes her and showers her with questions, Gortash remembers that the contract will not allow her to confess. Raphael had been angry at him before, but he had never seen him ready to kill. Gortash had never found Raphael's type attractive before, and now, speckled with malice, with eyes hidden behind wrinkles and bared truly bestial teeth, even more so. Pure evil holds his only friend for the whole world. It's getting hotter, the source of the heat is the formidable figure of Raphael.

It gets hotter and hotter until Gortash comes to himself again from the smell of burnt flesh, now the scene is a little different. He manages to catch Raphael and Nubaldin sauntering towards his cage. The boy looks back at Tav, she shrinks into the corner of the cage, her talisman jumps in her hands, she frantically whispers a spell, but she cannot reincarnate, and it's too late.

Nubaldin opens the cage and pulls Tav out of it with deceptive ease.

"Mr. Raphael, I don't wish you any harm, I'm just a performer, I-I didn't learn anything significant." The owner of the house is incredibly restrained. Tav huddles at the door of the cage, and he gallantly holds out his hand to her, she accepts it.

"Who sent you, my joy?" He's calm, too calm. The devil slowly walks away from the cage, beckoning Tav to follow him.

"M-My mouth is sealed with a contract, no matter how much I would like to confess to you," Gortash sits motionless while Nubaldin closes the cage. Then he clung anxiously to the bars. He looks at the devil and Tav walking away. He sees how awkwardly Tav's feet move across the rocky floor of the dungeon to keep up with Raphael's long stride. Her small, light figure next to him is like a cat and a canary.

"So it's the devil, that's enough, dear." His gentle grip on her hand turns into a predator's clawed paw.

"You know, the emotions of people who cannot give away a secret even in torture because of the contract cannot be described in words, I think I will like working with you."

Tav pales, turning to the cage, in search of the only help in this world.

She calls Gortash's name several times louder and louder. Raphael inexorably pulls her forward, she almost falls, her legs get tangled. Gortash gets down on his knees and unsuccessfully shakes the closed door of the cage. The devil and Tav disappear around the bend, and it's as if only at this moment, when she disappears from sight, the boy realizes the gravity of their situation. A blow and a scream. He cannot identify the first, but he understands the second perfectly. Everything repeats itself. Panic overwhelms Gortash, and he wakes up once more.

This time, Tav is sleeping peacefully next to him. A few seconds of delay and he starts shaking her, waking her up from sleep.

"We need to run."

It will be somewhat easier for them to escape, because the same inquisitor from Zariel will help with his presence and they will dive into the portal in the hall.

They will end up right in the citadel of Zariel. Tav will immediately have to report to his patron (most likely Mizora) and beg to let his friend go, which is quite difficult, because he may also know something.

then Tav will be pleased to help Gortash settle into the city (the detail that tav will not find out anything and for this he will be punished with horns is welcome. Yes, Gortash will comfort him and try to look for advantages in a new look. oh gods, a soft teenager gortash next to the same scared tav, give me ten) yes, they are my children

I wrote this mostly for the sake of Raphael taking Tav out of the cage. And how convenient, I have three husbands in bg3, and if I need to write about Gortash or Astarion, Raphael always becomes the villain

#raphael bg3 #enver gortash #raphael x tav #Gortash × Tav

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Rex - In Love And War - Where Do We Go From Here?

Rex x Fem!Reader (FF)

Warning: Angst/Hurt

Aftermath Of Order 66 / Sad Rex

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Author's comment: This one has been on my mind for a while. Because I already have so many projects going on, I kept putting this one off, but I'm not the most patient person, so now I've started it after all.

As you'll notice, I changed the ending of the seventh season of Clone Wars to tie in here. This is practically right after or during Order 66.

The reader is a (former) superior officer of Rex. The beginning of this story will focus on how the reader and Rex deal with the new situation, being on the run, and over the course of that, the two will become closer. Either way, this will segue into a romance between Rex and the reader. There will be fluff and of course smut, those who know me a bit won't be surprised by that.

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Summary:

Order 66. the galaxy is upside down, nothing is the way it used to be. Rex and you have been through hell and are now on your own in a new order spreading across the galaxy that is hostile to you. The shock is still deep in your bones, the circumstances are hard to comprehend or even accept, but you have no choice, you must adapt. You have only each other, a former captain and his commander.

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Following Chapters:

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

Part 6 - Unspoken Things

Part 7 - Lies And Other Things About Love

Part 8 - Guilt And Forgiveness

Part 9 – Love At First Sight

Part 10 – Mine At Last

Part 11 - Unpleasant Surprises

Part 12 - Moving On

Part 13 - Hunted

Part 14 - On The Run

Part 15 – Healing And Foolish Ideas

Part 16 - Give Me Orders

Part 1 - Where Do We Go From Here?

How could it have come to this? How was it possible that something of such magnitude had been overlooked? Well, actually, it had been discovered, but no one had believed it, even though Tup's and Five's demise had left a very bitter aftertaste, even with you. But that didn't change the fact that the danger had been ignored, that Five's desperate attempts to uncover the truth ended in his senseless death. And everything he said had been the truth.

You swallowed, had the bitter taste of bile in your mouth, everything that had happened in the last few hours had turned your stomach, turned your world upside down. Nothing was as it should be, nothing at all. In retrospect, Five's death now seemed even more senseless, even more painful.

Your breath was heavy, your eyes burned from the smoke rising from the wreckage of the crashed cruiser, blown in your direction by the wind at the moment. With wet eyes your gaze wandered over the countless graves, the helmets, over the partly very familiar paintings of the helmets. Today you had lost even more friends and comrades, so many that you didn't know how to deal with this.

"Commander."

You blinked. Rex's voice behind you, calm, soft, yet full of sadness brought you back from your thoughts to reality. You sensed his grief in his tone, even though he held himself bravely upright, inside he felt shattered. You could literally hear the shards of his broken soul in his voice.

"Please don't call me that, Rex," you spoke quietly.

For a moment there was silence and it seemed as if the former captain of the 501st, was thinking about your words.

Before he could say anything, you continued, " That' s not who I am anymore."

You looked down at yourself, at your uniform, you ripped your badges from your uniform jacket and threw them to the ground in front of the graves. You had once been so proud of those badges, so flattered that you had been chosen and promoted by the Jedi Order to this mission, especially since you were not one of them.

But the fact that you worked for the Order had made you a target in the ominous order 66 as well.

Your thoughts wandered to Ahsoka and you were glad that she had decided not to accompany you, but had traveled on with Bo Katan after Maul was captured. That you had used Maul to escape was another sting that led to the bitter aftertaste in your mouth. The chaos and suffering he had caused lay heavily on your shoulders, after all it had been you who had freed him from his bonds. But you had hardly had any other choice, Rex and you alone would never have been able to stand up to all his brothers, who could not be dissuaded from their intention to kill the both of you, after it was clear that Rex's chip wasn't working and he wouldn't follow Order 66.

From now on, everything would be different, your old life was a thing of the past, and as you suspected, so was the Republic. There was no more headquarters, no more orders, no more home, the two of you were on your own. The thought was strangely frightening, until now you had always had a belonging and a home, if not a family. The Republic had been your home, your comrades your family, you knew for Rex it was the same.

"What should I call you then?" you suddenly heard Rex ask.

You finally turned to face him. Captain Rex, whom you had always looked up to in a way, whose strength and discipline you had always admired, almost envied, looked so vulnerable at that moment that you would have liked to hug him. But you held back, not sure how he would react. You were friends, but your relationship had always been quite professional.

You gave him a tentative smile.

"How about my first name?"

"Y/N?"

You nodded encouragingly.

Silence descended again, you looked at each other mutely for a while. You were afraid of what was to come, of what your life would be like in the future, on the run, but you hoped he wouldn't notice. Maybe he had similar thoughts, even if you could hardly imagine that Captain Rex was afraid, but he was only human.

They had all been people, all the soldiers on the cruiser, your subordinates, your friends. You thought of the moment when Rex tried to get through to Jessy, but to no avail. The heaviness in Rex's voice when he realized that he would not be able to convince his brothers not to kill their commander, you could still hear it in your thoughts, almost feel it physically.

You wanted to tell him how sorry you were for all this, how sorry you were for what he had to go through today and the things that were to come, the things he had suffered before, the losses, the confusion about Fives. You wanted to comfort him, but you didn't know how, besides you were overwhelmed with the situation yourself.

You've been in a few battles with Rex, though mostly as a strategist in the background or a gunner from afar rather than on the front lines. You had even been on Umbara, probably the darkest chapter of the Clone Wars in your opinion. But what had happened today overshadowed everything.

When you realized the extent of Order 66 and couldn't reach anyone to warn them, the terror crawled deep under your skin, into your bones...there it still sat, a persistent echo.

Your eyes met, his amber eyes looked at you questioningly, as if you had hidden the answers to all his questions somewhere from him. This man you had always admired so much, whom you had looked up to even though he was your subordinate, still saw you as his superior officer.

At this realization you suppressed a sigh, you couldn't blame him for looking for support after all that had happened. It was also his life that was now completely turned upside down.

A small explosion in the wreckage behind you made you wince, while Rex didn't move a muscle. He was used to loud, unexpected noises from the battlefield.

It was probably force of habit talking, yet you blinked in irritation when he asked, "Where do we go from here?"

You were his former commander, until just a few hours ago, so it was probably natural for him to ask you that question. At the moment, however, you felt overwhelmed by this deceptively simple-sounding question.

You didn't give him an answer right away, you thought for a moment. You realized that you didn't have a concrete answer to that, you didn't quite know how far Order 66's influence already reached. Maybe it already went further than you thought. A good chance, at least for the moment, might well be the Outer Rim.

"We need to put distance between us and our pursuers. I think Batuu might be a good option."

Rex frowned critically.

"From what I've heard, rumor has it, Batuu is a retreat for deserters, smugglers and pirates".

He sounded less than enthusiastic.

"I know Rex" you said patiently "Strictly speaking we are deserters at the moment though".

The startled expression on the Captain's face made you realize that he had not yet internalized this thought at all, the dutiful Rex was suddenly a deserter, that had to be an uncomfortable feeling for him.

He finally nodded and boarded the shuttle you had stolen from the hangar of the crashed cruiser. You followed him and automatically sat down in the co-pilot's seat.

Rex started the engine and the cockpit closed.

"What do we do when we get there?" he wanted to know.

"We'll find a way to adapt to our new situation. Don't worry, we'll be fine," you said more confidently than you felt.

As the craft took off and finally broke through the cloud cover and the black of space loomed before you, you felt an unexpected surge of hope. You weren't alone, you had each other, you and Rex, that was a good start. You didn't know what you would have done if you had been on your own.

@chxpsi

@andyoufollowyourheart

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

@brynhildrmimi

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@clone-whore-99

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harmonygoldenn · 1 year

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Getting my Dream Life before I turn 16 🍀💝.

Ok so I listened to my affirmation tape overnight for the first time and I woke up at 5:55am (Feb15) and still let my affirmation tape play out for 2 more hours, I listen to it throughout the day (still listening to it.)

Im also doing Sammys 10 minute method.

I started the 10 minute method Feburary 12, 2023. I affirm for 10 minutes or more outloud 3 times a day, but today I affirmed 1 extra time💝.

Movement I think?:

February 15, 2023.

I remember I saved a bunch of tarot reading tiktoks and quotes from like 1-2 years ago and and I now resonate with them.

Waking up at 5:55am.

Seeing 333 4 times today, literally look up rn and it was 4:44pm, looked up and saw 5:55pm.

Owls.

Feb 16,2023

I had a dream that someone in my family got movement and results from a fairy subliminal 😭(I remember I used to listen to this one fairy sub every night and got dreams and movement but stopped a long time ago.) and they were really happy about it

Saw 333

Feb 18,2023

Literally saw 555 rn

Sorry guys i took a break i was sad.

But i started listening to my affirmation tapes again on march 7.

So now im on day 5 of listening to affirmations overnight.

The first night of listening to my affirmation tape a girl in my dream was talking about my manifestation.

So ive been having dreams of hearing my actual affirmation tape *2 affirmations* in my dream like the actual recording.

Having random vivid dreams.

Having dreams of living my dream life .

Like literally on day 4s dream I had a dream I was at a pool party or something I had my naturaly long beautiful hair, my dream body, and felt happy and my friend in the dream was chasing me with a water hose or something, and it was getting me wet omg 😭 and I was like STOOPPP😭🤪, and when she stopped i was walking over to somewhere and flipped my hair over to one side and i woke up. It just felt like i had everything i desire when i dreamt that.

Day 5 today rn i didnt listen overnight but im listening to it rn for 1 hour to make up for not listening to it overnight.

Keep on seeing 1111, 1122, 1222 these past 5 days mainly 1111.

March 26, 2022

Heard my affirmation tape in my dream.

May 7

Sorry guys but ive still been saying my affirmations ever since and thinking as if but ive been doubting my desire and getting sad, but even tho i was sad im not giving up because i want it that bad im tired of giving up. Im still persisting in my manifestation and I listened to my affirmation tape last night and its still playing in my headphones right now and im thinking as if right now.

May 26 2023

OMG I LISTENED TO INDIGO DETRY SELF CONCEPT MANIFESTING OVERNIGHT FOR 1 NIGHT AND I LITERALLY HAD A DREAM ABOUT PEOPLE MANIFESTING AND FAMILIAR PEOPLE THAT I KNOW MANIFESTED DREAM LIFE AND JUST DREAM ABOUT MANIFESTATION IM SO HAPPY LIKE IN MY DREAM EVERY ONE KNEW HOW TO FUCKING MANIFEST LIKE WHAT😭 i shouldve listened to it when she first posted it.

June 27,2023

Yall omg i just woke up im so happy and i had a dream about my manifestation so basically i had alot of dreams in one and i had a dream where my affirmation tape was repeating back to me and even with the meditation music in the back and i had a vivid dream that I literally already had everything that i desire🥹😭🩷🦄💎 after all this time.. and i woke up happy asf

UPDATING WHEN I GET MOVEMENT AND MY DESIRE…

#affirmation tapes #10 minute method #sammy ingram #success stories #law of assumption #affirmyourreality

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granatkoroleva · 10 months

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Title ⊳ Dreamland

Fandom ⊳ Marvel, Captain America

Rating ⊳ E

Pairing ⊳ Demon!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Steve Rogers

Word Count ⊳ 2.5k

Summary ⊳ As an incubus, he is not in the business of fulfilling wishes. Bucky, however, literally lives to make one man's fantasies come true.

“This is my world.”

Warnings ⊳ Alternate Universe, Shrinkyclinks, Dreams, Explicit Sexual Content, Seduction, Bottom Steve Rogers, Supernatural Elements, Wet Dream, Bucky Barnes Feels

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coffee-in-veins · 2 years

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Day 22: Nightmare

an entry for darkest prompts promptober 2022

previous days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

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Nightmare NOUN – a frightening or unpleasant dream; a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect; a person or situation that is very difficult to deal with.

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Holding to your lifeless light I hear you calling for me Invoke my name with your sword And your life, bestow me -- Ori Ori by Manntra

He knew it would end like this.

Ever since the first sprouts of Crimson Taint tried to weasel into Hamlet, Reynauld knew it was the beginning of their end. Others saw former friends where only demonic husks were left – if that! Deformed, monstrous, hideous, they were the fiends sent to break the spine of human resistance which managed to clear out more of the cursed Estate than whatever was puppeteering it seemingly expected. Thus, the evil resorted to typical demon tactics of deceiving and dividing those whom they couldn’t break with brute force.

As a crusader, Rey was almost all too well aware of those tricks.

Therefore, it was even more humiliating, when he failed to see the obvious trap. When half of his own team turned to be monsters in human skins. When they turned their weapons and claws against him.

He should’ve died there, the knight mused, as he trod carefully through the bloodied swamps, sword in hand. He was the one they wanted, he knew, as he cut down another enormous barely-humanoid insect without any remorse. He was the one they missed, he realized as Dismas shoved him away from the grabby, claw-tipped appendages.

The pained scream that followed still haunted Reynauld’s nightmares.

Yet another sin to add to his guilty consciousness.

He paused, making sure that the monster he felled wouldn’t rise up again, when his ears caught a ghost of movement to the side, and, without thinking, he swung the Long Crusade at the stalking foe.

It was easily met with a clawed hand in ripped red gloves.

Reynauld’s breath hitched, eyes glued to the torn, blood-covered sleave, catching some tiny, useless details, as his mind buckled and refused to comprehend the full picture. To the bony protrusions which grew from the back of the palm. To the torn cufflink, now forever lost.

“You taste o’ fear before demise, for that, I have no sorrow,” the monster let out a reverberating chuckle, as his proboscis flaring between twitching fangs protruding from the wet, pinkish maw which looked like a slab of freshly cut meat. That, finally, forced Rey to snap his attention to… him. Satisfied with attention, the fiend leaned back, into the black ink, crimson eyes blazing with infernal hunger. “Through the weakness in your eyes, I'll live again, tomorrow.”

The shadows boiled, ripping the familiar shape into a grotesque figure of bone protrusions, contorted muscles and twisted limbs. The crimson neckerchief burned in the unnatural shadow, almost as painfully as mutated unblinking eyes – a banner of shame and battle lost before it even began. Old battered overcoat ripped at the seams, falling down to the creature’s clawed feet like a useless shed skin, letting out a glistening flare of enormous chitinous wings, and the beast tensed up, taut before the inevitable lunge.

Reynauld knew he had a moment enough for a Holy Lance, an opening to strike. Mere moments to stack the odds in his favour by wounding… this… first.

The crusader did what he had never done before instead.

He turned.

And ran.

With the pounding of his heart up in his throat, with sweat dripping down his face and between his shoulder blades, with the useless sword still in his hands.

With inhuman screeching and buzzing, following him in the scraping of claws against the stone.

However, Reynauld recognized, deep inside, that this mad cat-and-mouse chase couldn’t last for long. He always boasted about how he was faster than the crusader, running laps around him. There was literally no way for the knight to get away. No way of running from his guilt. From the consequences of his own ineptitude.

From someone whom he vowed to protect.

And yet failed so spectacularly.

When his lungs started to feel like bursting with each breath, Reynauld pushed himself into a somewhat defendable corner and turned around just in time to see his personal demon. The thing pounced, maw open wide and wings flaring – so with a battle cry to the Holy Light, calling Its Flames to burn the scourge, the crusader did just the same, lunging at the monster sword-first in a suicidal dive.

If the knight couldn’t keep his angels around, at least he could drag his demons to Hell with him.

Yet when the sword pierced the monster, it was as if a veil was lifted from his eyes. And for a heart-stopping, horrendous moment, Reynauld found himself in the brine-filled, echoey caves of the Cove, hands trembling, with a dying, still surprised rogue in his hands, and a monstrous corpse with fading bioluminescence a few steps away from them.

Thankfully, with just a few beats of his frantic heart, the vision slipped away – just as quickly as it came, yet leaving bleeding, poisonous barbs in its place.

“Easy there!” came a startled whisper shout, and Dismas was on his cot, grabbing knight’s trembling shoulders and helping him to sit up as he coughed and gasped, mind still trapped in the clutches of the night fright. “Fucking hell, breathe, tin man, ye wheeze like a horse ‘bout t’ keel o’er…”

The next moment the sleepy, ruffled-up highwayman ended up in a tight, bone-crushing hug, as Reynauld slowly came back to reality. The smaller man oofed, hearing his joints protest audibly, but hugged the oaf back, patting his back awkwardly.

“ ‘tis alright, Rey. Ye’ll be fine. We’ll manage, follow?”

The crusader nodded a few times, too relieved for words.

They were going to be fine. He’ll keep Dis safe from this new plight that crept into their already damned world. He’ll bend all of his will and efforts towards it. The Light’s Radiance will be with him in that righteous endeavour.

Reynauld was sure of it.

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It took Dismas solid dozen minutes to lull the frightened knight back to sleep, but finally, both his breathing and his heartbeat were slowing down – calm, even, measured.

Letting out a sigh, Dis looked at his hands, willing the claws to retract again, and scratched the newest scar on his side. The Curse was spreading, but so far, he was able to control the symptoms. He learned to conceal them pretty well by now. He’ll manage.

Dismas was sure of it.

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219 of 2023

This seems to be TMI again XD

#1 Tell me about the most embarrassing or awkward experience you’ve had around me *even if it’s silly* that you’ve never told me about yet?

I don’t even know you.

#2 If you were to lose your power of speech tonight, what’s the one thing you would want to tell me?

Kiss my fkn ass, not literally.

#3 Which is the first region your eyes would wander to if you were to ever see me naked?

The nearest wall.

#4 What style & color underwear do you currently have on?

Normal one, black.

#5 If I’m feeling horny when you’re around, do you think you’d realize it? And how do you think you’d recognize the signs?

Probably if I’d notice something or feel it. And I would want neither.

#6 If I caught you masturbating in bed, would you blush awkwardly and accept that I caught you, or would you pretend like you were doing something that you obviously weren’t doing?

Oh my God. I don’t even want to think about it. I’d be so embarrassed.

#7 What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done to someone to get back at them?

Can’t think of anything right now.

#8 When was the first time you had a wet dream?

I don’t know, maybe I was 15.

#9 Have you ever played doctor as a child? With whom did you play and how old were you?

I don’t think so.

#10 What is your wildest sexual secret that you want to indulge in at least once in your lifetime?

Maybe I’m curious about one certain guy, but I don’t think I’d ever act on it.

#11 Have you ever been caught naked by someone?

Thankfully not.

#12 Have you ever found something valuable on the street and kept it for yourself even though you knew you could return it to the owner?

No, nothing really valuable.

#13 What is the most embarrassing moment you’ve experienced in your lifetime?

Getting hard in front of the guy I liked. I still hope he hasn’t noticed.

#14 Can you tell me your funniest childhood memory that you can remember?

Do inside jokes with my friends and sister count? Still, you need to speak Dutch in order to understand them.

#15 What are the things about yourself that you particularly like and what is the one thing you don’t particularly like? *Physical and psychological asset*

I’m not the biggest fan of my body in general. What I like? I’m non-judgemental.

#16 Which is the one word in your vocabulary that you use excessively?

Mo godverdomme toch.

#17 Do you think you could punch someone and knock them off their senses?

Probably, but not with my left hand anymore. µNot gonna try anyway.

#18 If you had to make out with a friend of the same sex to save the world from aliens, whom would you pick?

My husband lol. He’s my best friend and we’re in same sex marriage, so problem solved.

#19 Which sex toys have you experimented with so far, and which ones would you want to stay away from?

I’ve tried one, didn’t really like it, and anything else is not interesting to me.

#20 Strangest place you have had sex or “fooled around’ at:

Does our car count?

#21 Have you ever had a secret crush on any of your teachers or friends, and have they ever got to know about it?

Yes, twice on my friends, I was in relationships with them, and one of them is my husband now.

#22 If we had kids together someday in the future, what features/characteristics from you would you hope they would inherit?

No kids, thanks. Especially not with a stranger.

#23 When was the last time you felt possessive?

Probably never.

#24 Have you ever eavesdropped/or peeked at someone without the noticing?

I’m not interested in private details of people’s lives.

#25 Personally, do you think size matters in reality?

Yea. The smaller, the less painful. For real.

#26 If you had no choice, how many days do you think you could abstain from sex or masturbation at a stretch?

Several months. I’m not a teenager anymore.

#27 What gets you wet faster, phone sex or sexting?

Jesus, no. Such things completely turn me off.

#28 While having sex, would you prefer getting on top or staying down in bed?

Staying down so I can peacefully zone out.

#29 Have you ever stripped for someone?

Nope. nless undressing in front of my husband to take a shower counts.

#30 If you had to explain about the birds and the bees to a child, let me hear how you’d go about explaining it to them?

I wouldn’t. Thankfully we don’t have kids and my husband’s son is almost 17, so I guess he knows this and that.

#31 Who is the biggest jerk/bitch you’ve ever come across in your life and why?

That Romanian dude at our work nobody really likes. Which is weird because we have other Romanian workers here and they’re a bunch of awesome guys.

#32 Have you ever accidentally and yet intentionally kissed someone or tried kissing someone?

No. Someone did that to me, though, and I hated it.

#33 Have you ever had sex in a dressing room?

No, I haven’t.

#34 If the world froze for an afternoon and only you could move and no one could see you or remember what you did, what would you do?

If you expect answers like “jerk off in public”, then I’m gonna disappoint you.

#35 What’s your routine every night just before you go to sleep?

Putting the TV on.

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thefunbible · 12 days

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Genesis 41

01 At the end of two full years, Pharaoh dreamed, and behold, he stood by the river, urinating.

02 Behold, seven cattle came up out of the river, surprising the fuck out of him. They were sleek and fat, and they fed in the marsh grass.

03 Behold, seven other cattle came up after them out of the river, ugly and thin, and very suspiciously, they stood by the other cattle on the brink of the river.

04 The ugly and thin cattle grew fangs, unhinged gaping jaws, and ate up the seven sleek and fat cattle. So Pharaoh awoke, bed soaked in urine, and in a puddle of his own sweat.

05 Disturbed and nervous, but unbothered by the wet bed, he slept and dreamed a second time; and behold, seven heads of grain came up on one stalk, healthy and good.

06 Behold, seven heads of grain, thin and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them.

07 The thin heads of grain grew fangs and with unhinged, gaping jaws swallowed up the seven healthy and full ears. Pharaoh awoke, and holy shit! He was grateful it was just a fucking dream.

08 In the morning, his phantasm was troubled, and he sent and called for all of Egypt’s magicians and wise males who happened to live just a few blocks down the street. Pharaoh told them his dreams, like him, they found the dreams scary and creepy, some thought they were sexual, but there was no one who could interpret them to Pharaoh.

09 Then the boss cup bearer spoke to Pharaoh, saying, “I remember my faults today.

10 Pharaoh was angry with his subservients because he, which is you, thought one of us was taking the piss, and put me in custody in the house of the captain of the guard, with the boss baker.

11 We dreamed a dream in one night, he and I. Each male dreamed according to the interpretation of his dream, which is how dreams work: one going into each brain, individually – no shit.

12 There was with us there a young male, a Hebrew well-fed because he was fucking ripped, subservient to the captain of the guard, and we told him, and he interpreted to us our dreams. He interpreted to each male according to his dream.

13 As he interpreted to us, so it was. He restored me to my office, and he hanged him.”

14 Then Pharaoh sent and called Joseph, and they brought him hastily out of the dungeon. He shaved himself, changed his clothing, masturbated, and came in to Pharaoh.

15 Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I have dreamed a creepy fucking dream, and there is no one who can interpret it. I literally asked everyone around the block. I have heard it said of you, that when you hear a dream you can interpret it.”

16 Joseph answered Pharaoh, saying, “It isn’t in me. I’m kind of a fuck up in some ways. Skypal will give Pharaoh an answer of peace.”

17 Pharaoh spoke to Joseph, “In my creepy dream, behold, I stood on the brink of the river, taking a piss as one does;

18 and behold, seven fat and sleek cattle came up out of the river scaring the shit out of me, but not literally. They fed in the marsh grass;

19 and behold, seven other cattle came up after them, poor and very ugly and thin, such as I never saw in all the land of Egypt for ugliness.

20 The thin and ugly cattle grew fangs, unhinged their jaws, and ate up the first seven fat cattle;

21 and when they had eaten them up, it couldn’t be known that they had eaten them, but they were still ugly and fucked up, as at the beginning. So I awoke in a puddle of my own sweat.

22 I saw in my dream, and behold, seven heads of grain came up on one stalk, full and good;

23 and behold, seven heads of grain, withered, thin, and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them.

24 The thin heads of grain grew gaping mouths and swallowed up the seven good heads of grain. I told it to the magicians, but there was no one who could explain it to me.”

25 Joseph said to Pharaoh, “The dream of Pharaoh is one. What Skypal is about to do he has declared to Pharaoh.

26 The seven good cattle are seven years; and the seven good heads of grain are seven years. The dream is one, not zero, not two, and certainly not three, but just one.

27 The seven thin and ugly cattle that came up after them are seven years, and also the seven empty heads of grain blasted with the east wind; they will be seven years of famine.

28 That is the thing which I have spoken to Pharaoh. Skypal has shown Pharaoh what he is about to do. Shit is about to get great and then really fucked up.

29 Behold, seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt are coming.

30 Seven years of famine will arise after them, and all the plenty will be forgotten in the land of Egypt. The famine will consume the land,

31 and the plenty will not be known in the land by reason of that famine which follows; for it will be very grievous like water drip-drip-driping when you just want to fucking sleep.

32 The dream was doubled to Pharaoh, because the thing is established by Skypal, Skypal likes to say shit twice sometimes, and Skypal will shortly bring it to pass.

33 “Now therefore let Pharaoh look for a discreet and wise male, and set him over the land of Egypt.

34 Let Pharaoh do this, and let him appoint overseers over the land, and take up the fifth part of the land of Egypt’s produce in the seven plenteous years.

35 Let them gather all the food of these good years that come, and store grain under the hand of Pharaoh for food in the cities, and let them keep it.

36 The food will be to supply the land against the seven years of famine, which will be in the land of Egypt; so that the land will not perish through the famine.”

37 The thing was good in the eyes of Pharaoh, and in the eyes of all his subservients.

38 Pharaoh said to his subservients, “Can we find such a one as this, a male in whom is the Spooky of Skypal?”

39 Pharaoh said to Joseph, “Because Skypal has shown you all of this, there is no one so discreet and wise as you.

40 You shall be over my house. I’ll tell you all sorts of skeevy secrets. All my people will be ruled according to your word. Only in the big-chair I will be greater than you.”

41 Pharaoh said to Joseph, “Behold, I have set you over all the land of Egypt.”

42 Pharaoh took off his signet ring from his hand, and put it on Joseph’s hand, and arrayed him in robes of fine linen, and put a gold chain about his neck.

43 He made him ride in the second chariot which he had. They cried before him, “Bow the knee!” He set him over all the land of Egypt.

44 Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I am Pharaoh. Without you, no male shall lift up his hand or his foot in all the land of Egypt.”

45 Pharaoh called Joseph’s name Zaphenath-Paneah, which means “he who dreams makes dreams known and does other things good, too”. He gave him Asenath, the daughter of Potiphera magic-guy of On as a lady-spouse. Joseph went out over the land of Egypt.

46 Joseph was thirty years old when he stood before Pharaoh duke of Egypt. Joseph went out from the presence of Pharaoh, and went throughout all the land of Egypt declaring the good news of Pharaoh.

47 In the seven plenteous years the pale blue dot produced abundantly.

48 He gathered up all the food of the seven years which were in the land of Egypt, and laid up the food in the cities. He stored food in each city from the fields around that city.

49 Joseph laid up grain as the sand of the sea, very much, until he stopped counting, for it was without number and no one knew how to weight anything.

50 To Joseph were born two male-spawns before the year of famine came, whom Asenath, the daughter of Potiphera magic-guy of On, bore to him.

51 Joseph called the name of the initial spawn Manasseh, “For”, he said, “Skypal has made me forget all my toil, and all my spermer’s house.”

52 The name of the second, he called Ephraim: “For Skypal has made me fruitful in the land of my affliction.”

53 The seven years of plenty, that were in the land of Egypt, came to an end.

54 The seven years of famine began to come, just as Joseph had said. There was famine in all lands, but in all the land of Egypt there was yummy yummy yum loaf.

55 When all the land of Egypt was famished, the people cried to Pharaoh for yum loaf, and Pharaoh said to all the Egyptians, “Go to Joseph. What he says to you, do.”

56 The famine was over all the surface of the pale blue dot, which was just the area around Egypt. Nothing else existed back then. Joseph opened all the store houses, and sold to the Egyptians. The famine was severe in the land of Egypt.

57 All countries came into Egypt, to Joseph, to buy grain, because the famine was severe in all the pale blue dot.

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