#Those muscles on his arm.. i'm doing everything i can to control myself..

[sashabarkovonly]

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[alternate-real-ities]

Can i see the alternate versions of myself? I'd especially love to see my arab version!

Hey there! Sorry for the wait, calibrations took a bit longer than expected. But you know what? Here, come with me. I want to try something different this time. Stay close though, I don't want you to get lost in the multiverse. Ready? Come through this portal with me.

See this guy? This is you, but in the dimension I like to call Arab World. Now come with me. You'll see what I mean.

We're here. Careful, cover yourself with this keffiyeh. We can't be seen like this, we'll be arrested for sure. Okay good, now wait...

There! See that guy carrying the heavy crate? Let's follow him.

That's Amir, a strong and handsome Arab man who helps around the local market. You might have guessed it, but Amir is you in this reality. Look how you effortlessly move that thing around. Your muscles so big and defined, your skin tanned from the sun, and your eyes sparkling with confidence. Oh yeah, you look good. Want to see more? Let's follow him.

Now we're at the gym. Amir is a local personal trainer, you know, the kind that makes you sweat and scream in pleasure. Look at him, casually chatting with his clients, flexing his biceps, and showing off that chiselled jawline of his. The way he moves, the way he talks, it's like he's in control of everything around him. You can feel it yourself, can't you? The power, the confidence, the allure. In this reality, you're a man that knows what he wants, and I think you know pretty well what happens to those that disobey you.

Come on, let's not linger here too long. I want to show you something else.

Pretty sweet, huh? I found this exact moment in the timeline. Look at those hot furry pecs of yours, and the size of those arms! I think I'm getting wet just looking at you. You think he knows how sexy he is? I bet he does. Maybe I could convince him to give me a private show later. But knowing this reality, I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't want to end up in a harem of slaves, even if it sounds like a fun idea.

I'm getting a bit carried away here, sorry. Let's move on to the next reality.

You step through another shimmering portal, the world shifting around you. The air is thick with neon lights and pulsing music. You find yourself in the heart of Seoul, surrounded by the electric energy of a nightclub.

A familiar face catches your eye - it's you, but not quite. This version of you is taller and broader than you, with a glint in your eye that speaks of confidence and charisma. You're dressed like you're in a rave, wearing a revealing mesh crop top that shows off your toned sizeable chest and abs, paired with slutty shorts that highlight your muscular legs.

But enough of that, come with me again.

Stepping through the portal again, the world shifts around you. This time, you find yourself in a bustling gym. Look, there you are. Right after finishing a heavy set, huh. Well, did I mention you're a powerlifter in this reality? You've got the usual Asian young-looking facial features, but the size of your body is truly something else.

Just a sexy, hunky powerlifter. The gym regulars can't help but sneak glances as you rack the weights and stretch out, your physique and confidence impossible to ignore. You finish your set, take a long drink from your shaker, and lean back with a relaxed, satisfied grin, soaking in the admiration.

Ready to see the next version of yourself? Let's do one last trip. Step through this portal again.

You step through the portal and find yourself in a vibrant Mumbai café, the air buzzing with conversation and the aroma of spices. Across the room, you spot yourself - this time as Rohan, a charismatic Indian influencer with a magnetic presence.

Here, come with me - let's introduce ourselves to Rohan. See him over there? That's you in this reality: a charismatic Indian influencer with a magnetic presence.

Oh, you're shy? No worries, I got this.

some time later

That wasn't so hard, was it? Your alternate self, Rohan, is thrilled to meet you, and even invited us to join him on a walk through the city. Stick close to me though, don't want you to get lost in time.

On our walk, Rohan shares stories of his rise to fame, his passion for fitness, and his love for fashion. He's a social media sensation, with millions of followers who adore his lifestyle and physique. As we walk, fans spot him and rush over for selfies - he flashes a charming grin, flexes his biceps, and shares a laugh, always gracious and confident. His style is impeccable: a crisp linen shirt, tailored trousers, and designer sunglasses perched on his head.

As evening falls, Rohan leads us to an exclusive rooftop party overlooking the city. Bollywood stars mingle with business moguls, and we're right at the centre of it all. Rohan introduces us as his closest friends, and soon we're swept up in conversations about fashion, fitness, and the latest social media trends.

As the night deepens, you find yourself reflecting on the incredible versions of yourself you've met. Each reality offered a glimpse into a different life - one shaped by culture, ambition, and circumstance, but all sharing the same spark that makes you, well, you.

Rohan raises a glass in your honour, and the group cheers. Now, I don't want to ruin the moment, but we need to get back to our own reality. I'm running low on energy, and I don't want to risk getting stuck here. So, let's say our goodbyes to Rohan and step back through the portal.

Did your farewell? Alright, let's go...

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That wasn't so bad, was it? I've got to say, those alternate versions of you were quite hot. I hope you enjoyed coming on this small trip with me. Don't think I'll be able to do this again anytime soon, though. I'm afraid the physical strain of jumping through so many realities at once is taking its toll on me. I might need to rest for a while before I can do this again. But hey, thanks for joining me on this journey through the multiverse. Who knows? Maybe next time, we'll find even more surprising versions of you.

[mendessi]

things i say when you sleep | chapter three

multi chapter bodhi durran x fem!oc word count: 3.3k summary: Ania crosses the Parapet into the Riders Quadrant, and finally meets with the marked children of those who got her parents and brother killed. Bodhi Durran is quick to remind her that she's marked too. tags: slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, canon typical violence, mentions of death, she falls first he falls harder, majority canon compliant, some canon deviance, eventual smut, angst with a happy ending, additional tags to be added AO3 masterlist

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I force myself to keep a straight face. I cannot lose control on this mat. If I've begun to master anything these past couple of months, it was controlling my anger. 

I look over at Xaden who stands on the edge of the mat and catch his lips curve. They're doing this on purpose. They want a reaction out of me. Bodhi challenged me. I might have a chance at winning if I play my cards right. Maybe I should feel grateful that it's not his older cousin stepping onto the mat. 

"XO Durran," I address him. I swallow at the sight of the sleeves of his black fitted shirt straining around his muscles. How I miss the days when I had height over him. 

"Ani," He smirks. "Shall we?"

From the corner of my eyes, I can see the other cadets straightening up in their seats, even more filling the empty spaces around the mat. We are about to be an exhibition and there's a version of this where I'm forced to yield. I remember watching him, Xaden and Beckett take turns sparring with each other. Throw Garrick into the equations during the summer and it was a sight. My awakening if you will. Then, I found them entertaining. I didn't track their patterns, I had no reason to. Now, this was a direct threat to me.

"Is this because I don't want to join your secret society?" I step my right foot backward and raise my hands, just like always. 

"I just think your ego is getting too big," He says taking his stance. "Someone has to put you in your place."

I take slow breaths, knowing that if I wait long enough he'll make the first move. I'm correct. 

He throws a few punches and I slip them. My focus is heightened on the mat with him, I can't think of anything else. I know our respective squads are cheering us on and I'm appreciative that my squad likes me enough to do so, but I can't hear it right now. I shut it out. 

I think he's going to throw the same punch but he shifts his hips at the last minute, throwing his other fist. It connects with my jaw and I stumble backward. 

"Did you have that written in your little journal?" He asks and I clench my jaw.

"Fuck you," I say through gritted teeth. 

I advance on him slipping under his arm when he moves to grab me and slam my fist into his ribs. He grunts in response, turning quickly throwing a jab that connects with my nose. The gush of blood is instant and I feel the rage building in the pit of my stomach. Don't lose control.

Control is all I have and I'm already teetering on cracking. Why am I so quick to anger when it comes to him? 

I spit the crimson-colored metallic taste from my mouth but don't move to stop the bleeding. My eyes meet his and his brows are furrowed with concentration waiting for my next move. We go in circles for a moment but I advance once more throwing each of my elbows to which he deflects each of them. When I'm positive he thinks I'm gonna throw another elbow, I throw fists instead. A scream of frustration rips through my throat as I land three punches, two to his right cheek and one to his jaw. 

I get my hands on his arm while I'm close and tug it so his bicep is flush with my chest and swing my right foot behind his with every ounce of force I can muster and sweep his leg out from under him. He lands on his back but I'm not done. I'm doing everything I can to keep my focus on him while simultaneously trying to keep hold of my emotions. He twists his legs and wraps them around mine knocking both of my feet from under me. I land on my chest with a loud thud, the air immediately leaving my lungs. When I open my eyes, my vision is slightly out of focus and I realize that I must've hit my head in my fall. I roll to my side much slower than I'd like to, still trying to regain my breath when he grabs my arm, twisting it behind my back and shoving his knee into my back. If I had any air in my lungs I would cry out at the sheer weight of him pressed into my spine right where my lungs expand. 

He leans down into my ear and my vision blurs. I see Ridoc on his knees at the edge of the mat, screaming something at me but he sounds muffled. I'm about to pass out because I can't fucking breathe.

"You're not invincible," Bodhi says, his voice fading in and out. "You're getting too comfortable thinking that you'll win every match. You may be second in your year, but you're nothing compared to what's outside the wards."  

My fingers are numb at this point as he twists my arm further back. I'm almost convinced he'll break it just because he can. I want to fight back, scream in his face and dare I say it, let the fury consume me just so I can win this, but my eyes are starting to flutter shut despite how much I'm fighting to keep them open. I think I'm attempting to struggle but if I twist one wrong way my arm could break. 

"This is the last time I'm telling you nicely." He uses my own words against me. "You will train with me or Xaden until we deem fit or your anger issues will get you killed." It's so quiet I know it's only meant for me but with the way my ears are starting to ring I'm not sure how loud he said it.

"She yields!" I don't know who says it but Bodhi drops my arm and stands over me.

I can barely see the figure of him walk off the mat as my squadmates fill in the space around me and I finally give in to the darkness. 

When I wake up I'm extra grateful for the air that expands in my lungs. I'm still lying on the mat, Ridoc knelt over me with a cool towel pressed to my head. Violet, Rhiannon, and Dain also knelt beside me. Gods, this might be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. 

"She's back," Dain says with a breath of relief.

"Back up," I shove my hand into Ridoc's chest and sit up so quickly my head spins. I'm still dizzy from the lack of oxygen. I hate the attention I have on me right now. Everyone surrounding the mat is watching and that's worse than the ache in my spine where Bodhi's knee just was. 

My eyes land on every cadet around the mat until I find the one I want. Bodhi.

The second I find him, a smirk plastered to his face, I stand to my feet ignoring the way the world tilts for a moment before I charge at him. Rhiannon's arms wrap around my waist and it takes her and Dain both to pull me off the mat and out of the gym. I'm seeing red, so much so that my hands and knees shake with adrenaline. 

"Handle her, will you?" He says when Ridoc steps out behind us. "I need eyes on Sorrengail." 

"Relax," Rhiannon says putting her hands on my shoulders. "You had to lose at some point."

"Relax?" I scream. It's not that I lost. I couldn't care less that I lost, it's who I lost to. And it's how I lost. "That was deliberate, Rhiannon. He put me out that way on purpose."

"You don't know that, Ani," Ridoc says and I don't take a moment to feel bad for how I shout at him.

"Don't call me that." I raise my voice. I run my hands through my hair and pull away from Rhiannon. 

Control it. Control it. Fight it.

My chest shakes with every breath and I replay Bodhi's words in my head. Your anger issues will get you killed.

I've struggled with it since my parents died and I had been so proud of myself for the way I'd kept my composure these past couple of months even with the incessant prying from Bodhi and Xaden. I hated the way he shattered it after mere minutes on the mat.

"I'm not sorry about this," Rhiannon says as she turns me around. She slaps me clean across the face, so hard that the sting lingers for minutes. I wouldn't be surprised if my face had red splotches in the shape of her hand. But in her defense, it works. I'm so shocked that the few moments of surprise help me ground as I sit against the wall. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, resting my head against the wall as I start to cool down.

"Thank you Rhi," I don't catch the nickname slip off my lips as I look up at her. She and Ridoc sit in front of me and I feel embarrassed for the way I lashed out.

"What happened?" She asks. "I don't disagree with you. The entire thing looked personal." 

I use my hand to dab the now-drying blood off my nose. It doesn't feel broken thank Zihnal. "It was personal." 

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Rhiannon says and I nod. I want to tell them but as soon as I try to speak I just can't. 

"You did good, Ania," Ridoc says. "Really. But once he had you in that position... your size difference. There was just no way."

I appreciate him trying to reassure me. Or maybe this is what he thinks I want to be comforted. Maybe he's unsure of how to comfort me. I would be too if they had lashed out at me like I had. It's sweet, regardless.

I lashed out. They just saw me at my worst since coming into the quadrant and they're still here with me. In the hallway with me instead of watching the rest of the matches. 

"You don't have to do this alone," Ridoc says and his eyes are soft. He means it. 

"I just need a second. Go back in," I say after a few more minutes of silence. They look at me for reassurance and I nod. They head back inside and I'm left in the corridor. 

My legs are crossed and I'm picking at a loose strand from my bootlace when the door to the gym opens. I don't look up, expecting them to pass me without notice. I'm on defense when they sit next to me, leaning their back against the wall.

"You look like you've seen better days," Liam Mairi says. I don't think I've ever actually had a conversation with him. I do know that he's Marked just like me. 

"Can I help you with something?" I cock my head to the side. I know I look like shit, I don't need to hear it. 

"You lost it in there," He says. "You don't like us and that's fair. I just can't seem to figure out why." 

I look down at my hands. "It's hard to explain." 

It's not that I don't like them. I haven't necessarily tried to like them, but it's complicated. Beckett would be disappointed in me for the way I've separated myself from the other Marked ones, but I also believe that he would understand my reasoning. He might be upset that I've shut out his friends, but they were always his friends, not mine. I was just always dragged along because my parents made him. I know that they used to have love for me. I had love for them too. We were all we knew at one point, Garrick included.

This system wasn't made for us to survive. It was made to weed us out. They all lost their parents just like I did. They were all ripped from their homes just like I was. Even within my own squad, I avoided the people with the same relic I have and why? I continuously make excuses but they're not good anymore. 

"I have time," Liam replies with a small smile. "Whatever you think is hard to explain, trust me, I can probably relate." 

Looking up at him, I can't help but my eyes soften. His mother is the reason we were all safe during the executions. I wondered for a moment if our parents knew each other.

"Let's take a walk," He stands and offers me his hand. I hesitate before I take it and he pulls me up. I notice in his other hand he's holding a wet cloth. Did he have that the whole time? He offers it to me and I take it beginning to wipe the blood from my face. My shirt is ruined and I'll need a new one from central issue, and the way the dried blood begins to crack on my skin makes me grateful he brought it.  

We head outside and our walk is silent for the first ten minutes. I breathe in the fresh air and it is so revitalizing after having my ribcage crushed by Bodhi. We walk aimlessly around campus and he chatters mindlessly about the way the school was built and how there are the tiniest things that remind him of Aretia. I know he's doing it to fill the silence and make me more comfortable around him. I hate to admit it's working. He's a nice guy and I don't know what brought him to me in the hallway but I'm happier to be outside with him than swimming in my thoughts inside. 

"Who taught you to fight like that?" He asks finally after another brief silence. 

"My brother I guess," I shrug. "He'd spar with his friends and I would join in sometimes. They never took it seriously when I was on the mat, but I learn quickly. I watch. I picked up things without even putting my hands on them. I learned from all of them I think." 

"You and I should get on the mat sometime," He offers and I nod, "We're both just about undefeated. We need the challenge." 

I'm not undefeated anymore. 

"I've seen you spar, you're pretty skilled. Who taught you?" I ask. 

"Riorson." He says and I want to remove myself from the conversation immediately. I should've known. "Don't, Ania." 

"I don't want to have this conversation again, Liam," I sigh as I stop walking. 

"Listen," His voice is soft as he speaks to me, "Stop pushing everyone who knows what you're going through away." 

I cross my arms over my chest, but I'm not defensive. I just feel small because I know he's right. 

"Do you think you're the only one with anger issues? Or the only one who has trouble controlling their emotions here? We all lost people, Ania. We are the only ones who share the trauma you do. It might do you some good to talk about it with the people who get it. The ones who won't judge you for the relic on your arm." He says and I hate that he's right. 

"It's different with Bodhi and Xaden," I shake my head. 

"I was fostered with him after the apostasy. He told me about you and your brother. It's hard for him... to care about people. He's not the best at showing it. Especially when you make it so hard. You're not exactly giving him and Bodhi grace." He looks down at me, his eyes never leaving my face, but I'm looking everywhere else. "They just want to protect you. And Bodhi, he's- never mind." 

I put a hand over my eyes and take a deep breath, "They sent you, yeah?"

When I finally look at him he nods his head. "But I'm here because I want to be, not because I have to be." 

The words make me lose my train of thought and I'm taken aback. Words I've repeated since I've gotten here. 

"They're not giving me a choice," I say. "Tell them that I'll come when I'm ready. In the meantime, I'll train with you. That's it."

He obviously seems indebted to Xaden or something, or he wouldn't be out here on his accord. I must be giving them such a hard time that they've resorted to sending random first years to try and convince me that I should stop separating myself from the separatist kids.

I decide that I like Liam. He's genuinely kind and I can tell that he has a good soul. He was a much better approach than Quinn tearing off my sleeve on assessment day, dangling my dead brother's ring in front of my face, or pressing a knee to my back to the point of passing out. 

Liam and I start running every morning. At night, we meet in the gym and he even allows Ridoc to come when he feels like tagging along.  I enjoy his company and sometimes while we walk to breakfast he tells me a little bit about his life back in Aretia. I share fragments too, but I don't allow myself to open up further. 

He doesn't press me about Bodhi or Xaden which I'm thankful for. 

I'm waiting for him in the courtyard when I hear a familiar voice. I'm mid-yawn and cut it off with a groan. 

"Cadet Mairi is busy this morning, so I'll be joining you." 

"Where is Liam?" I ask Bodhi. 

"Busy," He replies, amusement behind his eyes.

"Yeah, I got that. Doing what?" I sigh. "I don't want to run with you."

"Come on, it's just a run Ani," He laughs and I want to deck him in the face. "You don't even have to talk to me."

It's too early for this shit and I have way too much going on. I'm one practice session away from Presentation and I don't need any distractions. 

"Fine." I huff. 

We start our run just as the sun peeks over the horizon and I admire the peach-colored sky as we make our first lap. Any time I get even the slightest bit ahead of Bodhi, he speeds up so that he's in front of me. So I speed up to be in front of him. It's a cycle until we're both full-on sprinting around campus. I have to stop when my side cramps up. I put my hands over my head to open up my lungs as I breathe heavily. 

"Is it," breath, "Your life goal," breath, "To piss me off?" 

He laughs through his heavy breaths, looking up at me through the curls soaked from his sweat. He's breathing heavily but not nearly as much as I am. "No. Just pushing you to your full potential." He winks at me. 

"Ew. Don't ever do that again." I sigh, dropping my hands to my knees breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

It's simply not enough so I allow myself to fall back onto the grass and continue to breathe, staring up at the multi-colored sky. "So pretty," I say breathlessly. 

"Yeah," He nods, keeping his eyes on me. He sits next to me in the grass and nudges my side with his foot, "How is your Gauntlet training going?" 

"Good. I'm the second fastest in my squad. Sawyer is first. I bruised my ribs the other day because I lost my footing but it's fine." I don't know why I'm telling him this. "Why?"

"Curious," He shrugs. 

"Where was Liam really at?" I ask.

"I asked him if I could come instead," He replies truthfully. "We were friends Ani. I worried about you when we got split up." 

Honest, he always was. I appreciate it still. It seems he finally found the right approach when it comes to me. 

"I'm sorry about what happened on the mat," He finally says and I sit up to look at him, brushing the grass off my hands. "I didn't do it to be mean." 

"Then why else would you do it?" It comes out softer than I wanted. I search his eyes for answers. 

"Learning lesson," He replies. "You've had it too easy. I'm not saying you're not skilled but the other first years weren't enough of a challenge." 

"I beat Quinn on assessment day," I retort. 

Quinn and I still hadn't made amends and probably never would. She fought dirty and I broke her nose. I'm sure her disdain is equivalent to mine. 

"Which leads me to my next point," He huffs out a laugh, "You won that because you let your anger win." 

"I would've won regardless. And if my anger allows me to win then what's the problem?" I'm getting slightly defensive, but I can't help it around him.

He looks at me in a way that reminds me of when we were kids. It's not the first time it's happened. There had been times that we'd inevitably make eye contact and in an instant, I'm back in Aretia and Beckett is still alive. We grew up together. We were a family. And I'd done nothing but shut them out because of my own belief that they had done something unforgivable. They hadn't done anything at all. Beckett is the one who ran after them. I've made it extremely hard for them and the revelation sets a pit in my stomach.

Maybe I've been unfair. 

"Your anger will consume you until you're nothing," Bodhi says and I know he's right, but it's gotten me this far. "You need to learn how to fight one battle. You've been fighting two. One with your opponent and one with your ability to control your emotions." 

"I haven't been able to control it since they died," I say quietly. 

"Let me help you." 

Malek, help me. 

"Fine."

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[stupidlittlespirit]

I have a headcanon that while Ford's polydactyly is fully functional, his carpal tunnel in each hand (protective sheathing around the nerves that control the wrist/fingers) didn't expand to accommodate the nerves for the extra finger, and the spare tendons for said extra fingers in his wrists and forearms put a lot of pressure on the already cramped carpal tunnels, leading to Ford developing carpal tunnel syndrome later in life. He's a man who works with his hands constantly, putting stress on his wrists and hands without consideration, so when he notices his fingertips sometimes get numb and tingly or his grip strength fails him sometimes, it's just another reason for him to be angry at his own hands.

It's not so bad once he comes back from the multiverse, he's no longer running for his life and now he has access to wrist braces that can help support him when he uses fiddly lab tools for too long or he writes at odd angles when anomaly hunting, but it still pisses him off when his wrists twinge and he can't do what he used to be able to. He more often than not puts off using his braces until he absolutely has to. He does his best to hide his discomfort and annoyance, but let's be real, that man has no poker face.

When Reader eventually learns about Ford's carpal tunnel issue, they're pissed at first. This stupid, stubborn man will take care of everything and everyone except for himself 😡. But eventually as Reader learns Ford's tells for when his hands are acting up, they start leaving out Ford's braces in places where he'll see them, or leaving out printouts of stretches that are supposed to help with carpal tunnel syndrome. If Reader is in Ford's vicinity when they know he's in pain and he can see their "gifts," they glare at him until he puts one or both braces on to soothe his abused nerves and tendons or starts doing a stretch in idle time

Maybe once Ford and Reader get closer/get together, or even just get more comfortable with each other, Reader offers to massage Ford's hands. Ford blushes like a madman and tries to tell them that he's fine, really, but Reader isn't having it and eventually they're set up sitting across from each other as Reader works their way down Ford's arms. They start at his forearms, halfway between his wrist and elbow, digging their thumbs in and loosening all the knotted up muscle and connective tissue, soothing the years' worth of tension from repetitive stress injuries. As they work further and further down Ford's arm to his wrist and eventually his palm and fingers, Ford is loose and very, very relaxed. It takes a bit for him to let go, to work past the shame and let himself be cared for, but once he does he completely sinks into the nice, warm feeling of Reader's hands and euphoria of slight pain followed by a wonderful release of tension.

Sometimes when Reader does this, it turns into a kind of foreplay for them, Ford getting incredibly turned on by the meticulous attention they're giving him and his hands. They purr to him that he's being so good, letting them look after him and making him feel good. On those days, once Reader is done with both hands and Ford is completely limp...let's just say Ford isn't allowed to use his hands for the rest of the night 😉

(This headcanon was inspired by my own struggles with carpal tunnel syndrome. I started developing it over the past year or so, mostly due to not taking breaks or using incorrect posture when using lab equipment. I've never been good with giving myself breaks, and that combined with consistently doing bench work for at least the past four years makes it no surprise that I developed it so young (I'm 24, which is considered a very young age to start having carpal tunnel issues). I often get frustrated because my hands aren't as reliable as they used to be. Stretches have helped immensely, but I often have days where just resting my arms on a table wrong can make my fingers start to go numb. So now I'm projecting my issues onto Ford bc it makes me feel better 😊)

Ohh this is lovely?!

There's very little I can add because this is just so perfect and sweet! I never really thought about potential physical difficulties Ford might encounter in that sense. I've only had carpal tunnel in a minor way but it was so painful, and I can totally see how he might suffer from it.

He would definitely suck at knowing his limit and even when he hit it, knowing when to then take care of himself. 100% you'd have to step in to steer him in the right direction and be a little forceful about it.

I think there would be something special for him in watching you give his hands such intense affection. Considering his own conflicted feelings around them, he'd be very taken aback by the ease with which you'd touch him and very pleased by it, too.

If you've already got pre-existing anatomical knowledge then you could definitely use it as an excuse to show off your smarts a bit, naming the tendons and muscles and explaining to him why he has to be so careful with things because he'll really do himself a mischief if he isn't more conscious of it all. You could even compliment the form of his forearm/hands, too. Y'know, from a purely aesthetic and very medically minded point of view.... :p

There's definitely the ability to move into an area of sensuality with it because massage can be very erotic, especially if you're adding oils and stuff to the mix. That glide over the skin is really something.... I like the idea that he's banned from using his hands if things take that kind of turn!! You could even tie them up to ensure he's not tempted to try.... Nothing too restrictive given that he'd be sore anyway, but just something simple around his wrists to prevent him from reaching out.

That chronic pain shit is a real- well, pain LMAO. I hope you're able to get some relief with your stretches and stuff <3 Like I said, I've only ever had it minorly when I worked in a call centre and was taking notes all day constantly, but that was more than enough. It sucks to say the least. Listen, we loveeeeee giving Ford our chronic pain issues here!! God knows he's got plenty of reason to have them, bless him.

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 26th - Lingerie (Papa Emeritus III x Female!Reader)

Tags: Sub!Terzo, Dom!Reader, Lingerie, Feminization, Restraints, Degradation, Creampie, 1st Person POV

I thought he was joking at first. Who could blame me for thinking so? Every time I surprised him with a risque outfit or a piece of lingerie, strutting about and putting on a show for him, aside from being very turned on, he would always make the same quip. "It looks lovely on you, but where's my matching piece?"

I once laughed at the thought of him flaunting his ass in lacey panties and fishnets. But the more I put that thought into consideration... that might be something I would quite like to see. He had the most beautiful form I'd ever seen on a man, or anyone for that matter. Light muscles, curvaceous hips, and always smooth and freshly waxed all over his body. He was the perfect mixture of masculine and feminine. Though I never thought he would be particularly into dressing 'effeminate' in any context. I just thought he was just secure in his masculinity enough to make a couple jokes every now and then.

But when he did in fact surprise me with a set of lingerie in his size, I figured maybe it wasn't so much of a joke anymore. I was not complaining, absolutely not! I was however, curious and quite frankly aroused at the thought of seeing him like this, scandalous and barely covered by the small pieces of feminine fabric. I looked up at his face, a shit-eating grin and waggling eyebrows plastered across it. "Do you want to see me in this, amore?" Terzo questions, biting his lip. A small shudder escapes me as I quietly agree.

The sight was... something. Certainly not a bad one by any means, but a bit of a shock for sure. Sprawled out on the bed, hair falling perfectly in his face, and a black, lacey corset tight around his waist, paired with matching panties that showed off the outline of his hard cock, the tip poking out just a bit through the side. I did a double take when I saw the garter belt and stockings, with little bows on it to complete the look. "Do you like what you see?" He winks suggestively.

Lucifer, give me strength.

"Very much so." I admit, rubbing my thighs together in attempts to quell the arousal burning in my core. Fuck, his legs. His waist. His everything. I'd gnaw those damn garments off right now if I didn't have any self control. He smiles. "I would make a pretty woman, eh?" He quirks a brow.

"The prettiest." I gulp, a smile forming on my face, cheeks hot and flushed. Terzo could see my excitement from a mile away. "Well, can I be your woman tonight, tesoro mia?" He purrs, voice thick with lust as he spreads his legs, hands running up to tug at the fuzzy handcuffs still attached to the headboard, the ones he usually uses on me most nights. I know what he wants, but fuck, do I even have the strength to do it without losing my mind and my patience?

"Abso-fucking-lutely." I huff, so oddly horny right now. I composed myself just enough to approach him, tying him down as he wished, his arms fully bound. His cock twitched with anticipation in those tight fucking panties. I'm shredding those with my teeth the second I get the opportunity.

"Good whore." The words slip out before I could even think about it, like it was natural to me. Terzo greatly appreciates it, an involuntary moan pulled from his throat.

"I am your whore, amore. Y-yours to do what you want with." His voice quivers gently. In all my time knowing him, I know it's nearly impossible to get him flustered, yet here we are. "Y-yeah?" I gulp, slowly gaining more confidence the more wet I get, my underwear growing uncomfortably slick. "You want me to use you, princess? You want to make me cum on your pretty cock?" He shudders visibly.

"Please." He begs, his eyes wide and pupils blown out in crazed desperation. "I need to make you feel good, amore. Allow me the pleasure of satisfying you." How can I resist any longer? This is torture, for me and him, how can I bring myself to prolong it? It's just cruel not to hop on his dick at this point. And that I do, pulling down the panties just enough to get his cock out. Of course the panties have to stay on. Mine do too, but only because I'm too impatient to take the time to slide them off, moving them to the side instead.

My cunt is wet enough to where it slides in with ease, his hands already jerking to try and reach for me, to no avail. He groans in frustration, his own desire backfiring, seemingly forgetting that being restrained means, well, actually being restrained. The moment I start to rock back and forth, his mind focuses now on the pleasure, my pussy clenching around him almost as tight as his corset.

Speaking of the corset, my focus remained on that slutty little waist of his. His hands may be tied, but mine certainly aren't, and I use it to my advantage, touching everywhere I could, the feel of the delicate lace against my fingertips sending a shiver up my spine. Simultaneously, as I grind down on his length, I feel the head kissing my cervix, eliciting a sharp cry from me. The sensations were too much to handle, they always were with him. Even when he wasn't doing anything, he knew just how to make me scream.

"Oh, Terzo..." I moan his name, slamming my body hard and rough down on him. He has a big, fucked out grin on his face, as if he's wanted exactly this for the longest of times. "Y-you like this? You like being my bitch?" I growl through my teeth, bouncing faster. His eyes roll back, nodding profusely. "C'mon, use your words, princess. You're not that brain dead yet, are you?"

He lets out a borderline pornographic moan, arching his back off the bed. "Shit! I love it!" He screams. "T-this pussy feels so fucking good! I l-love being your whore, baby, I- I'm not sure how much longer I can last...!" He huffs, throat tight and voice strained as if he's nearly in tears. At his own desperation to cum, he bucked his hips upward, chasing the feel of my cunt. He was mindless at this point, his body taking over. "You'll make me cum first, slut. Be a good girl now." I spat, trying my best to regain control of the pace so I can find my high.

Soon enough, I did indeed find it, my orgasm approaching rapidly like a train, and I was tied to the tracks, helpless over what's about to happen. Terzo whines. "Please cum for me, amore. I can't hold it any longer. N-need to make you cum. Per favore..." He pants, brows furrowed painfully in concentration, the veins in his neck bulging. The cord in my stomach snaps, my orgasm washing over and finally running me down, shaking and screaming like I was a cheap Spirit Halloween animatronic.

He followed impossibly quick after, exhaling a breath of relief as he let go and released, his strained body then relaxing in the blink of an eye. Spurts of his cum shot inside me, flooding my pussy with his warm spend. His last thrusts were shallow, giving me every last drop he could possibly have left to give. When the intensity dissipated, I clambered off, my shaking fingers fiddling with the lock of the handcuffs, popping them off of his dainty wrists.

We took our time to regain our strength, breathing heavily while holding each other, no words needed to be spoken. His arms were wrapped around me snugly, the lace of his outfit tickling me, but I don't bother saying anything. "I'm getting old," He sighed. "I'm so tired..."

"I'm assuming you want to hold off on the shower then?" I giggle, snuggling into his clothed chest, nipples just barely peeking out. "And take off this outfit so soon? Yeah, I'll hold off..." He hums with a chuckle, eyes already fluttering shut. I shuffle, his cum leaking onto the sheets without a care. I suppose the shower and laundry will have to wait till the morning, but I am still going to have to wiggle out of his prying embrace to go pee sometime soon. Before he drifts off, I hear him make one more annoying, classic Terzo quip.

"Do you think I make a prettier woman than you?"

Slap.

"Ack! I was just kidding, tesoro!"

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[yandereunsolved]

⚕ 𓆗 Yandere Liquid Snake (MGS1) 𓆗 ⚕

Your last memory was David shouting at his brother. You were hidden behind a crate at his command. He seemed to grow sicker as the mission went on, not allowing you to aid him. He shut you out as he always did. This time it had consequences―dire ones.

You can feel the tender spot on the back of your head where you were hit with a blunt object. It causes you to wince as you rub it. Your eyelids feel heavy. In fact, your entire body does. It's like you're trying to move in solidifying concrete.

"Can you hear me?" A gratingly familiar voice asks; well, it is more of a demand to be answered. You manage to open your heavy eyelids, shaggy blonde hair and a bare chest coming into your view. Eli has a few nasty bruises. It cheers you to know David got a few good licks in before whatever happened after you were knocked out.

"Oh, look, you've finally awoken. It's good to see you didn't lose any beauty after that nasty fall you had."

You choose to ignore the goading in his tone, trying to get your bearings. You're located in some control room: plenty of cameras and locked doors, so it doesn't look like it'll be an easy escape even with Eli out of the equation. Your head is propped up with a pillow, quite a nice one, in fact. And you're swathed in Eli's trench coat. It has an odd musk to it. Is that cologne? It's something aromatic mixed with just how he smells.

You grumble. "Didn't your mommy ever teach you that it isn't nice to kidnap people? Or did she leave that out along with how to wear a shirt?"

He tsks, throwing his head back as a sour expression contorts his face.

"Heh. It's good to see that you didn't lose your humor either. I love my captives with a bit of flare to them."

He locks eyes with you, practically daring you to blink or break eye contact.

"It makes them that much more fun to break."

A shiver runs through you, but part of it feels like some grandiose façade at your expense.

"Kidnapping won't do you any good, Eli," you snarl, your voice cracking under the weight of your own uncertainty. "Snake will save me."

His nostrils flare, muscles visibly tensing. He takes a step toward you, finger pointed at you accusingly.

"Stop with that! It's Liquid Snake."

You almost laugh. It sounded so childish, like a whine from a young boy who didn't get what he so desperately craved.

"Does that upset you, Eli?"

"Not as much as Solid's death will upset you."

Snake's too strong. It's all some twisted game Eli's playing, and he's clearly failing at it.

He cackles, but it's honest. His arms cross over his chest, accentuating his breasts―as if he's a territorial animal puffing out his chest in pride (and to ward off others).

"Oh? I see the intrigue in your eyes. That hitch in your breath was enough to tip me off, darling."

His fingers bring out a rose petal from his pants pocket. He plays with it; his smirk seems to deepen and grow more sinister.

"He'll die before he manages to reach you." He's confident―overconfident in his words.

The need to defend David flares. How fucking dare he.

"Nobody could kill him, not even Big Boss!"

Liquid goes eerily silent for a moment, something inexplicable flashing in his eyes. It's like some secret command was uttered, and suddenly Eli was Liquid Snake, not just some angry boy running around and causing chaos, but a catalyst for vengeance.

"His own ineptitude will kill him," he spits out, humming. "And if by some miracle it doesn't, I will. Don't worry."

Everything seems to blur again. Your heart squeezes itself in unease, fear creeping in at how resolute he sounds.

"... You're wrong."

"You're just scared that I'm right. I understand. It's hard to accept defeat to a handsome man like myself."

Prick.

Breathing feels hard, and the control room seems so much hotter now.

"You haven't defeated anybody," your voice cracks shamefully.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I have defeated many―killed many, just for you."

"You have done all those things for yourself!"

"No. Let me put it in a way your mind may comprehend. I kill for you―us. I did it for us and our future."

"I have no future with you." Your words hold finality, betraying your internal strife.

"Well, you're out of time with running," such an oddly familiar phrase, "so that makes you mine!"

As if unlocking the next part of some electronic puzzle with his words, Snake busts down the door. Your face falls into horror. He looks like the living dead: blood streaming from his lips, staining not only his lower face but also his suit. Bruises blot his skin, but what is far worse are the thorns protruding from his skin, thin yet lithe vines snaking over him, claiming him as their prey.

"Liquid!" It is not a demanding shout, but one of desperation born from an ill man.

"Brother, how rude of you to intrude on us. I must say―you aren't looking so good."

"This little game of yours is over," you hiss at Liquid, (not so) carefully considering your infinitesimal options.

"It's not game over until I say it is," Liquid ripostes.

[lefaystrent]

Me, Myself, and These Guys Who Kinda Look Like Me Ch. 8

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Thomas/The Sides

Summary: It starts with dreams. Then Thomas starts seeing the dream people in the waking world.

Thomas doesn't know how to bring it up to anybody or if he even should at this point.

AKA, Thomas has to acknowledge the six colorful characters in the room, much to their long-awaited delight.

Ao3 Link: click here

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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Thomas erupts into the most chilling, ear-splitting screech of agony and crumples prone to the ground.

Janus instantly drops down to a kneeling position beside him, eyes darting this way and that, searching for where the harm comes from. He fears Thomas may be experiencing a seizure at first with how much his body writhes and convulses, but no, it is a reaction to intolerable amounts of pain wracking his form. He watches Thomas howl, and for the first time since Thomas woke up in his bed all those days ago and shattered their expectations by taking Virgil's hand, Janus feels utterly helpless.

To his right, Virgil slumps limply in Roman's arms. Roman shakes at his unconscious body to no avail. Unconscious? Virgil is unconscious. Eyes shut, completely unreactive like he's dead to the world. None of them have ever so much as fallen asleep. They never lose full awareness. They thought it impossible.

Likewise, to Janus's left, Remus holds Patton in his lap, rocking and speaking to him and growing louder when Patton doesn't respond. Patton's eyes are open, staring dully into space, tears leaking from the sides in unending currents. No sound passes his lips. The body is there, but no soul is home.

"Janus?" Roman asks, and God, he's never heard that tone from the confidant man. It is broken and asking for help that Janus cannot give. He's visibly torn, cradling Virgil to his chest.

Logan is gone and everything is falling apart around them.

Janus shuts it out, all of it. He has to. Thomas scratches at his chest in blind desperation, back arching off the ground, and his screams will alert the neighbors soon if they haven't already. Janus must take control.

Gripping Thomas's wrists, he slams them down into the grass. It hurts to see him fight against his hold. How he kicks and cries for a reprieve that isn't there. How he bares his teeth, neck strained, muscles taut under the skin.

"Thomas, listen to me, listen to my voice," he says directly into Thomas's ear. Beyond the pain, beyond the confusion, beyond the sickening dread, he will be heard. "Come back to us now. We need you. Concentrate! You are flailing, and I am sorry, but you must bring yourself back. I can't do it for you. I'm sorry, I wish I could, but I can't. So come back to us, love. Do not lose yourself while trying to find yourself. Come back and be safe. Come back."

Janus will always have Thomas's best interests in mind, first and foremost. Nothing else compares. Nothing. If pieces must be sacrificed, then so be it.

He just selfishly hopes it doesn't come to that.

"I would burn the world for you, you know," Janus says softly, privately, for Thomas alone. His voice wavers, "Maybe I still will, now that I can. You'd hate that, wouldn't you?"

If Thomas hated him, he could live with that, so long as he prospered. Better to have disdain than nothing at all. So many years they spent on the outskirts. So many times they yelled and floundered and ached to be seen. To hold a tiny piece of acknowledgement.

How cruel of God to allow them a sliver of happiness, just to take it away.

For a second, a third gloved hand emerges to cover Thomas's eyes.

Janus smiles bitterly and continues to hope out of spite.

An awful tearing sound rips through the air like the cracking of whips. Every hair on Janus's body stands on end and then Logan is tumbling out of nothing, deposited with a heavy thud in a graceless heap beside Thomas. Janus nearly laughs. He swallows down the heady relief as Thomas's screams abruptly cut off.

Logan looks like he's been through the ringer: glasses askew, hair tousled, and looking bleary eyed in all directions. He gasps greedily as if he's run a marathon and grasps at his chest much like Thomas had been.

"Wha– what?" he rasps, unable to focus.

"Logan!" Roman and Remus shout at the exact same time in the exact same tone. It's solace in surround sound. They could have lost Logan, but they didn't. It's knowledge echoing out. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the now-known. What more could they stand to lose?

With Virgil unconscious and Patton catatonic, what have they lost already?

Thomas weakly struggles against Janus's hold. Weak, but no less urgent. He squirms and he whimpers, and his feet dig into the ground to try to push himself back. Away from Janus. Away to be towards–

Slowly, Janus releases him to see purpose fulfilled. He hovers just in case, but there isn't a need anymore. Pushing past the exhaustion, the lingering pain, the weight of gravity, Thomas hauls himself over the scant couple of feet between to reach Logan. There, he collapses uncoordinated on top of him.

Logan let's out an, "oof," and falls onto his back. He grips at Thomas but doesn't push him off despite the added hindrance to his breathing problem. Instead, he hugs him and his eyes close as if he can finally rest.

Thomas doesn't move. He doesn't speak. And when Janus pats at him to check, he shows no sign of being awake. Logan's eyes flutter open briefly when Janus gives him the same treatment. Their gazes meet briefly, and the sheer amount of tiredness there unsettles Janus to his core. Logan closes his eyes once more. They lay there, still.

"Are they okay?" Roman asks fearfully.

"Of course they're not okay," Remus says, voice barely above a whisper but not lacking any power. There's a snarl, an animal backed into a corner. "Of course they're not fucking okay."

Four out of seven of them are out of commission. Two of the remaining three are compromised, unable to think past their own emotional upheaval.

That just leaves Janus.

"Roman, Remus," Janus barks at them. "Pick them up and carry them inside. Make sure they're comfortable. Then come back out and help me with these two. We need to move fast before anyone gets nosey about the noise. C'mon, on your feet."

And they listen to him. They always function better when they have something to focus on. Roman sweeps Virgil up bridal style and carries him inside. In any other context, Virgil would never allow such a thing. Janus would tease him for it. He'd never let him live it down.

Janus does not feel like teasing in the slightest. He watches Remus effortlessly hoist Patton up on his hip in an imitation of a parent with their overgrown toddler. He follows the others in wordlessly. Janus watches and he does not let his hands shake or allow his mask to chip. He keeps a hand on Thomas's back, another on Logan's forehead, and he sees the rest through.

***

Remus stares at Virgil's unconscious body lying on the couch.

He's been staring for a while. Normally by now, the emo would feel his gaze piercing into him like knives. He'd whip his head around and lock onto him and hiss at him to stop being annoying or creepy.

Virgil lays there, serene and unbothered.

It's worse than being ignored.

"Wake up, Emo," Remus demands. He slaps at Virgil's chest. He might as well be groping a dead body. "Tell me I'm stupid. Call me a freak. Say all the degrading shit that turns me on."

Virgil doesn't budge or flinch.

Remus goes back to staring. He pushes his fist against his mouth and gnaws on his knuckles.

A hint of feeling glides at his scalp. It's Janus brushing his hand through Remus's hair as he passes by. He's done that a few times in the middle of his pacing. It's not like how Thomathy feels, hot and thick and real against their skin, but it's nice and beats down the crazy impulses for a spell. Impulses like giggling or smashing the coffee table or performing CPR so hard that his hands plunge right through the chest cavity.

They haven't figured anything out yet. They're just waiting. Roman sits on the floor nearby, back against the couch, Patton bundled up in his arms. Patton hasn't said a word, all the life having wrenched out of him. He blinks sluggishly, and honestly Roman doesn't look much better. He sits unmoving, eyes staring ahead, and Remus can see the trauma unfolding before him in memories. He's a man who walked across the battlefield and survived while his fellow soldiers did not.

Then there's Thomas and Logan. It took all three of them to move those two inside because they refused to be parted. They tried at first, but Thomas roused only long enough to start crying and begging pitifully until they left him in Logan's arms. They confirmed Logan isn't fully unconscious himself, rather he's in a fragile state in between. He lays on the couch with Thomas, both of them on their sides to face each other, and he's got Thomas tucked against his chest with arms wrapped around him like he's meant to be there.

Remus would think Logan is very lucky if not for everything else going on. Even Remus has his limits for chaos. This just sucks ass.

Janus can't stop moving. He frets over them all at certain points, checking in with them. He slides his hands over Virgil's cheeks. He presses his forehead against Roman's. He handles Patton's face with care and turns his head to try to get his attention. He prods at Logan until his eyelids lift and fall again. And Thomas. Janus leans down to whisper something to him now and then. Remus can't hear. It's probably sweet nothings. Or vulgar filth. Or a shopping list.

"Virgin, wake up," Remus calls. He grips and jostles at the sleeved arm. It flops. "I'm gonna burn your jacket up. You'll be wearing a pile of ash."

Virgil would look good in ashes. It would match the eyeshadow bags under his eyes. It'd be like wearing his eyeshadow all over, just with the smell of smoke and burnt cloth plugging up his nose.

Remus wonders if he can touch fire now. Could it char his fingers? Does he have bones underneath? If he bleeds, can he die?

Can any of them die now?

"Should we call an ambulance?" Roman asks suddenly.

Janus stops pacing. He scoffs, "And what, have the 911 operator listen to silence? In case you've forgotten, no one can perceive us."

"They could trace where the call is coming from. Can't the police do that?"

"Even if they arrived, they wouldn't be able to pull Thomas away from Logan, and I don't know about you but a man trying to cuddle an invisible person seems fairly conspicuous to me."

Roman's hold on Patton tightens, looking downright overbearing. If Patton is being crushed, he doesn't complain a peep. He turns his face into Patton's hairline and his eyes flit over towards where Thomas and Logan lay. "But he's not waking up... He was screaming."

"Yes, I know, I have eyes and ears."

"Do you...always have to be such an ass?"

Janus stops short. It's not the insult or realization of shameful behavior that gets to him. It's the weariness in Roman's voice. He has no fight left in him.

With a flurry of his cape, Janus sits on the floor with them. He leverages his forearms on his knees and threads his fingers together. "Suffice it to say, there is no good course of action we have at our disposal. None of us are doctors, and besides that, this is an unprecedented medical or supernatural phenomenon. There's no specialist for it. We stand to risk outing ourselves and upending Thomas's life."

"You think they'll make him into a science experiment?" Remus asks around his fist.

Janus tuts and reaches over to pull his arm down. "No, worse. They'll write him off as crazy and send him to the looney bin."

"He might have had a heart attack," Roman presses. "Can we risk it?"

"He'd probably be dead by now," Remus points out. "Not that I would know. I don't have a medical degree. I just know he was screaming really loud. And not a single neighbor has made a noise complaint or come to check out the ruckus.... Hm, ruckus is a funny word. Ruckus. Ruuuckus. Fuckus. Fuuuckus."

Janus sighs. Whether it's at the situation as a whole or the display of typical Remus distraction, who can tell. "Classic bystander effect. They probably heard; they just figured it was someone else's problem."

"Can I steal from those people at least?"

"Do whatever moves you."

Remus is not moved. He sits there very not moved. He starts gnawing on his fingers again when Janus isn't looking. He needs to get his biting worth out of it while he can. With any luck, he'll chomp right through his digits and have himself a nice finger snack.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" Roman asks, changing the subject.

Janus looks bored but Remus knows better. "What's there to talk about? We were all there."

"That's never happened before."

"A lot of this has never happened before."

"Logan got too far. That's the only thing it could be. He got too far, and everyone..."

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

"Why not us then?" And here Roman is plagued with guilt. It's painted all over his face and the tender way he hugs Patton. He glances at Virgil's still form and his lip wobbles a bit. "We didn't get hurt. Or– or whatever this is. We didn't get knocked out or feel anything amiss. Virgil and Patton, they were... They were trying to warn us."

"..."

"...Janus, you were right."

Janus goes perfectly immobile save for his facial features. His eyebrows shoot up, making his eyelids stretch open. It gives Remus a nice view of the slitted cornea. He wants to poke it to see how juicy it is.

"Come again?" Janus asks, and he's so caught off guard that there's none of his back-handed, complimentary evasiveness. It's a man who's tried for years to drive home a point and is at long last receiving a concession for his efforts.

Roman shrugs awkwardly around Patton. "You were right, before when you disparaged us for experimenting. We never should have bothered. Fools that we are, we didn't listen. You must be so happy."

The eyebrows come back down. Icarus flew too close to the sun and got nothing but burnt wings.

Janus isn't angry. He's hurt. Remus sees it, the flash of betrayal for one honest second before it's covered up by a cynical laugh.

"Oh, I'm overjoyed. You know me so well."

The words are biting and meant to sting. Roman flinches as Janus rises and stalks off to the kitchen. Remus hears no banging of pots and pans. He doesn't hear the fridge door slam open or plates being smashed. He feels it though, inside. Turmoil lashes out and seeks purchase.

"I would punch you if you weren't holding Patton," Remus says, almost casually.

Roman nods, and he's got that self-flagellating look on his face that makes Remus want to shatter glass. "I'd deserve it."

"Too bad. Wallow in your misery like the rest of us."

"I'm sorry."

Remus growls so viciously he scarcely sounds human. He spins around and shoves into Virgil's chest while screaming, "Wake up or I'll rip off your scalp and wear it like a fucking hat!"

Virgil sucks in a sharp breath and jerks up. His eyes are tiny black blots of ink in orbs of white. The eyeshadow under his eyes smears down his face to his chin. It's much more pronounced than they've ever seen it. It's weird, like the fact that they've never had access to makeup in the first place, but Virgil came with custom eyeshadow anyway ever since they accomplished existing. But that's a footnote in everyone's mind right then.

Virgil sits up and, at the sudden movement, he cringes and clutches at the sides of his head. "What– the fuck?"

Remus worms his way onto the couch at an impressive speed. He sits between Virgil's splayed legs and paws roughly at his hands to drag them away.

"Let me see, Emo. Let me see!"

"Stormcloud?"

"I've got him, fuck off."

"Virgil?" Janus says, racing over.

There's no stopping Janus from barreling in. Between him and Remus, they get Virgil to sit up straight and pry his arms back. Virgil protests and huffs that he's fine, his head just hurts.

Then what he says catches up to him. Mystified, Virgil touches at his forehead. "My head...hurts."

It hurts.

Virgil is hurting.

They can feel pain. Virgil is in pain, and he feels it.

Remus looks to Janus to fix it.

The scales on Janus's face stand out in a sickly green against his pallor. His jaw clenches, mouth set in a severe line.

Why isn't he doing anything? Why won't he be snarky and cool and fix this?

"What happened?" Virgil asks, coming back to himself with purposeful deep breaths. He goes to turn his head to the side where–

Remus doesn't pause to think; he rarely does anyway. He grabs at Virgil's head to keep him in place. If Janus isn't going to do his thing and pretend like everything is okay, then Remus would have to be the (ugh) responsible one.

"Don't panic," Remus tells him in his most convincing tone. Which isn't very convincing at all, coming from him.

Predictably, Virgil panics. He pushes at Remus's hands but doesn't get anywhere. "Why, what's going on? Where's everyone?!"

"We're here, Virge," Roman calls to him. It's the least he can do, even if Remus did tell him to fuck off just a minute ago. "We're all here."

"Then what's going on? Why can't I remember?! We were outside–"

"You had a bit of a...spell."

Remus shoots Roman a nonplussed look. "What he means is, is that you conked out for an itty-bitty baby bit."

"How is that any better?"

"Fine. Fainted, passed out, took a dirt nap."

"Dirt nap means dead; he's not dead!"

"You're lying," Virgil breathes out a denial. He squirms and Remus battens down the hatches to keep him looking ahead.

"Nope, you're definitely not dead," Remus confirms.

"No, I can't have- we don't just pass out!"

"Tell that to the you of an hour ago."

"Let me go. Remus, let me go!"

"Promise you won't piss your pants. Or go into a vegetative state like you've had a lobotomy."

"What's that supposed to mean?! Why won't you let me look?!"

"Remus, just let him see!"

"Enough."

And with that one word, the three of them cease their squabbling. Yellow, gloved fingers move in to overtake Remus's in a gentler hold. Remus relinquishes his charge to let Janus do his thing.

A thumb caresses against black stained cheeks. Virgil grips onto Janus's wrists, gaze beckoning for answers.

"How bad is the pain?" Janus asks calmly. Too calmly. Fake like margarine but still sweet.

Virgil swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement visibly with the way his head is tilted up. Remus waits for him to start clawing. To throw himself back. When he doesn't, it only confirms how scared he is. "It's manageable. I just...haven't felt like this before."

"Is it just your head?"

"Yeah, I think so. The lights just kind of hurt, like it's– like it's throbbing behind my eyes."

"Remus."

Remus rolls to his feet and switches off the lights. The afternoon light spills in mutely from behind the blinds.

"Better?" Janus asks Virgil. He massages at his temples in soothing circles.

Virgil leans into the touch. "Yeah..."

"Good. That's good."

"...why won't you let me look around?"

"We're getting there. We're just taking care of you first. Everyone is here in the living room. We've just been resting after Logan's experiment. Do you remember that part?"

"Yeah." Virgil's eyes squint, and he frowns, but he's not looking so much like a shivering chihuahua. "I started having a panic attack."

"That you did."

"I thought Logan was gonna die."

"He did not. He's fine. He's just resting with Thomas."

"Why are they resting?"

And Janus explains to him as mercifully gentle as possible. He recounts the events as they perceived from their end of things, paying special attention to paint a picture much less distressing.

"I want to see them," Virgil demands. The edge in his voice has returned. There's a resigned stubbornness there, the same that Remus adores because when push comes to shove, their emo shoves back.

Janus holds him a moment more, searching his resolve, then releases him.

Virgil twists around. At first, his eyes don't know where to look. Shame he doesn't have more eyes so he can look in several places at once. It'd be more efficient. Spiders have the right idea.

Remus shakes his head and blinks his eyes out of synch. There are important things going on.

Virgil slides down off the couch to kneel on his knees beside Roman and Patton. He glances at Roman, and Roman gives him an understanding smile.

"Maybe if you try, he'll respond," Roman suggests. There's not much inspiration there though.

"Pat? Popstar?" Virgil tries, voice low and unused to that kind of sweetness. It sounds wrong in Remus's ears, but the intention is there. He's giving his best shot.

Patton says nothing. He moves not an inch.

Logan on the other hand makes an abrupt statement. "Spiders are the largest order of arachnids and rank seventh in total species diversity among all orders of organisms."

It's dead silent for five whole bewildered seconds.

"Uh...?" Roman begins, staring at the rest of them but they're all just as confounded.

Logan carries on, still laying there, back to the rest of the room. He sounds like he's reading from something, projecting his voice out, "A dozen is a quantity that consists of twelve things. Human teeth are the only part of the body that cannot heal themselves. The Mariana's Trench is 36,201 feet deep. Bananas glow blue under black lights. Rent is due the 25th of every month."

For something so mundane and random as Logan spouting off facts, it's actually really intimidating. Mostly because none of them know what the hell is going on. Remus tiptoes over to Logan to check that he doesn't have a cheat sheet squirreled away between him and Thomas, but no. The nerd lays there, eyes twitching behind his closed eyelids. Maybe there are tiny textbooks printed behind his eyelids?

"Talking's a good sign, right?" Remus asks the others, just to be clear.

The others do not share in his positivity.

Okay, so maybe it's an ominous sign then. Maybe Logan has been possessed by a demonic entity and is going to start spouting Biblical prophecies of the end of days. He could speak it in Latin to make it sound more official.

"Classical Latin is considered a dead language as it is no longer used to produce major texts, while Vulgar Latin evolved into the Romance Languages."

Remus veers back so fast he bumps into the lamp by the tv. It sways and ultimately loses the fight with gravity. It crashes to the floor, breaking and startling Remus more. The sound is the farthest thing from satisfying. It stabs into his eardrums and wiggles into his brain. There's a goddamn mariachi band blaring in his skull, blasting his senses to shreds.

"Mariachi Vargas de Tecalitlán is recognized as the oldest mariachi ensemble, founded by Gaspar Vargas in the late 1890s."

His skull crunches open. Brain matter scooping out. Blood used as finger paint to write on the walls. The writing is on the walls, can't you read it?

"Make him stop," Remus pleads. His fingers twitch at his sides uselessly.

The walls, Remus. The walls are closing in. Don't just look. You have to see.

There's only enough air for one person here.

"Remus?" someone says, but the who is lost. Logan spouts off another fact, about brains and blood, and Remus scratches at his head, unable to look away.

Don't look away, Remus. Blink and you'll miss it.

"Shut up!" Remus cries out shrilly. "Stop fucking with me!"

You poor thing. The walls will close in one way or another, and underneath the writing, there are mirrors. It's always been mirrors.

The line between insanity and clarity is thinner than you'd think.

Isn't it terrifying?

Isn't it fun?

Rather suddenly, Remus disappears. An empty place remains where he once stood.

How disappointing.

***

Roman and everyone else who are conscious enough to do so watch Remus descend into near-hysterics. He knocks over the lamp and nearly the tv in his attempt to back away into the corner. It's sudden and vicious, the way he snaps, and Roman feels his heart stutter in fear that this is another episode of whatever happened to the others earlier. It's catching up, and they're next.

But then Roman blinks, and Remus is gone, and Logan trails off into a sleepy murmur.

Virgil rises to his feet unsteadily. He looks between Logan and where Remus once stood, face aghast.

"Did he just sink out?"

"I... I didn't see it," Roman says, off-kilter. He swallows and searches for something he can do in this situation. Anything to help.

Patton, Logan, Thomas, they're all out of it. Remus has left them. Remus was shouting. At Logan? No, there's something else amiss. Something staring them in the face and they're too blind to see.

Roman refuses to feel like they're being toyed with. There must be an avenue he can take here. A swift solution to their problems.

But when there's no villain that the eye can see, what is there that he can fight?

"What the hell is going on?" Virgil whispers. Then, louder, "I mean, what the hell is going on?! Are we stuck in a horror movie? Did Remus just die? Oh my God, did he just die? Is something fucking with us?"

Janus stays suspiciously silent. He glares over towards the entertainment center, and there's a million thoughts racing behind his mismatched eyes. His hands fist into his shirt. He's the image of a man who planned a bank heist but the bombs went off in the wrong branch.

"Janus," Roman calls over, getting his attention thankfully. "Can you check Remus's room?"

They may have hurt each other with their words, but these are slights to be put aside. Priorities, priorities, priorities.

Janus gives a nod and terse reply, "I'll only be gone a moment."

He sinks out.

It has to be him. Only he can slither through their different spaces. Roman accepted this as fact long ago.

That doesn't mean he never questioned it. Now more than ever, he wonders what it means.

"We shouldn't split up!" Virgil calls out too late. He whirls on Roman, tone harsh but eyes begging. "That's rule number one of horror movies; you don't split the party!"

"And if Logan could muster the energy, I'm sure he'd say something wonderful about how this is reality and something about process of elimination, but we don't have that luxury, My Chemical Imbalance. We have to do what is in our power to recover, and I hate to say it, but the snake's the only one who can go after Remus if he's in his room. Whatever spooked Dukey, he'll need help. Would you rather us not go after him?"

"Of course not!" Virgil argued back, angry to agree and more frustrated that he can't think of a better solution. "But what if they can't come back?"

"You think they'll get stuck?" It's not an outcome Roman considered. It's not one he can bear to consider.

Virgil slings his arm out wide. Exhibit A: the bodies on the couch. "Weirder shit has been happening today. I don't want to take any chances."

A small, weak voice responds, "Sometimes you gotta risk it for the biscuit."

They both pretty much do a double take at Patton, because it is indeed Patton who spoke.

"Do you think Thomas would let us make biscuits?" Patton asks, and the tired smile that can't quite form has Roman in an emotional uproar.

"Are you with us now?" Roman asks because he can't believe it yet. They can't lose one to gain another, equivalent exchange be damned. He's greedy, he'll admit it. He wants them all safe and sound.

"If I'm not with you guys, I don't know who I'm with," Patton jokes.

Virgil sinks to his knees beside them. He unceremoniously crawls into Patton's lap as much as the space allows. Patton who is very much still on Roman's lap. It's about as awkward as you might think, but the way Virgil stubbornly burrows into Patton's embrace says monuments to his emotional state.

"Aww, kiddo," Patton says, and it sounds almost normal were it not for the tears in his eyes. He pets at Virgil's hair soothingly. "It's okay. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but I think we're gonna be okay now."

"How can you say that," Virgil demands into Patton's polo shirt. His voice is wrecked and comes out in breathy sobs.

"With my mouth, silly," Patton teases. His hand trembles, slowly rubbing and patting, taking too much effort.

"Don't you dare do that again," Virgil sniffles.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Roman caves and grabs hold of that trembling hand. He has a second to see the shift of surprise in Patton's face as Roman pulls them both in as close as he is physically capable of doing so. Virgil gives a hiccupy-grunt, but lets it happen.

"Virgil's right," Roman says into Patton's hair where he presses his face. "Please don't scare us like that again. We can't live without you, nor do we want to. We love you too much."

Perhaps they don't say it enough. How bland their limited existence would be to not have the joy that he brings.

Not anymore.

"I'll tell you as many times as it takes," Roman promises. "I'll sing you a thousand songs. A million. Just don't go."

You are bargaining for things beyond your control, a voice whispers in the back of his mind. Willfully, childishly, he ignores it and holds on all the tighter.

Patton shudders.

"Oh you guys..."

He covers his face and cries into his hands in earnest.

[megthemariner]

HI MEG HI WELCOME TO DADWC :D How about 'I know you're hurt. And I'm tired of waiting for you to bring it up' for Mina and Davrin??

ahsjdshsk Jacs you know meeee so well, this is such a good one for them!!!!!! Also it figures this would be my longest filled prompt so far…..I just can’t get enough of my girl Mina, I love her so much….

For @dadrunkwriting

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Audience: Teen | Pairing: Davrin & Rook Ingellvar, minor Lucanis/Rook Ingellvar | WC: ~900 | CW: injury, discussion of major injury and death, discussion of anatomy (not sexual)

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They’re only about halfway back to Lavendel when Davrin steps in front of her, suddenly cutting off her path forward.

“I know you’re hurt. And I’m tired of waiting for you to bring it up.” His voice is matter of fact, his arms crossed in front of him.

“What? No, I’m fi-” Mina cuts off mid-word as Davrin elbows her in the ribs, hard. She sucks in her lip, biting down on it. She will not groan out loud. She refuses to give him the satisfaction. But she still ends up bent over, her own arms wrapping around her instinctively.

“Yeah, that looks like the reaction of a totally ‘fine’ person, Ingellvar.”

“You elbowed me in the ribs!” She manages to cough out. Spirits, this hurts. How did he know the exact spot to hit? Mina looks around for Lucanis, surprised at his lack of reaction. She finds him behind her, with his arms also crossed, looking at her with concern. Great. They’re actually working together on something, and it’s bullying me, she thinks ruefully.

Davrin looks over her, towards Lucanis. “It’s like you said, broken rib. Maybe even more than one. I guess all that Crow training has some uses.”

“It does.” Lucanis’ voice is low, controlled, and Mina wonders if it’s because she’s in pain or if Spite is acting up again. “I am also skilled at caring for wounds, although Rook should not be in need of those services.”

Ah. This again. She doesn’t miss the way he says Rook, or the fact that he used her nickname at all. Mina almost wishes Spite would act up just to take the focus off her.

“You know, I think I liked it better when you two weren’t getting along,” she says, straightening. Her side twinges painfully, muscles complaining, her nerves on fire. She grits her teeth, breathing quickly, and holds her side. Lucanis, at the very least, would notice any reaction she had, so she might as well react to the pain. “It’s not that bad. I can keep going. Emmrich can heal it when we’re back at the Lighthouse.” Before she’s even finished speaking, she can tell they’re both going to have an issue with this. Blasted darkspawn-filled swamp, she thinks, bitterly. Fighting spirits and undead never leaves me with broken ribs.

“Even if it wasn’t that bad-”

“-which it clearly is-” Lucanis interjects, sounding angry. Or irritated. Mina can’t tell, exactly.

“Even if it wasn’t that bad,” Davrin repeats, “there’s still a high chance that we’re going to run into more darkspawn before reaching Lavendel. And I’m not getting killed by some hurlock because he’s-” he gestures sharply towards Lucanis, “-too distracted making sure none get close to you.” Lucanis starts to make some noise of disagreement from behind her, but Davrin cuts him off. “Don’t even try to deny it, Crow. You two are more obvious than you think.”

What? Mina blinks, trying to process everything, but her ribs are still pulsing agonisingly - distractingly - with each heartbeat.

“Why haven’t you just healed it yourself, anyways?” Davrin turns to look at her again. She’s proven time and time again to be a very proficient healer, so the question is warranted. But she was hoping they’d just…forget to ask.

“Well,” how to say this in a way they Lucanis won’t argue with…“it’s a very complex injury to heal, and if I don’t do it exactly right, it won’t set properly. It’s a lot easier with two skilled healers, like Emmrich and myself.”

Lucanis just stares at her. “I have set many broken ribs, Rook.” She grits her teeth. Mina knows the pain is making her short-tempered, but he’s really starting to get on her nerves. How many times do we need to have this same argument?!

“Yes, well, it’s still my body and I still know how to take care of myself, Lucanis. Do you know how many layers of fascia, muscles and ligaments are around the ribs? How carefully they connect to each other, how if severed and reattached in the wrong place, it can cause lasting pain? Or that if twisted just slightly too much, a broken rib can puncture the lungs,” - she gestures on her own body, turning pain into anger - “or nick important blood vessels, both of which would kill me before either of you could do anything about it?”

Both men stand silently staring at her from either side of the path. Neither move. Davrin, at least, seems to be considering her words.

“Alright, Ingellvar. I’ll take your word on the healing thing, but that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t exactly fight right now. And I don’t believe for a second that he’s just going to let this go and fight like normal.” He flicks his eyes towards Lucanis as he finishes speaking.

She turns to look over at Lucanis, and feels her heart crawl deeper into her chest. Lucanis seems to be even more at war with himself than normal. Fuck. She opens her mouth, reaching a hand out towards him, but he pushes past her. He doesn’t say anything, even as he steps toward Davrin, who moves to let him pass. Davrin shoots her a questioning look, but she is such a mess of emotions that she can’t think of a thing to say in response, so she just starts following Lucanis instead. Davrin throws his hands up in exasperation, muttering something about ‘why he even tries’ and ‘both stubborn as bronto’ and something in elvhen that she doesn’t catch at all.

Mina just stares at Lucanis’ back, wondering how she’ll fix this on top of everything else, and sighs - gritting her teeth against the pain that follows.

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(If you liked this, keep an eye out for whenever I finally finish & post Lost & Found, my longfic exploring Mina and Lucanis’ relationship during DAV)

[erysvoleil]

Been doing a very bad job at my little mini-commitment to post about games I play here whoops. The Poster's Spirit waxes and wanes with me, alas.

Played killer7 towards the start of the year. What a weird game (complementary.) weirdo rail shooter with track switching and resident evil item puzzles. Gameplay is just jank and strange enough to be fun mostlllllyyy through to the end, though I found myself kind of tired of it by the last few levels, partic with how annoyingly precise hitting the weakpoints in arms/legs is without multiple levels of "crit" investment. Aesthetically? Immaculate. The menus evil-laugh at you. Text dialogue will have the letters copied in dark tones beneath the subtitles and mixing about, while the dialogue will be whisper-spoken sentences with not the same words but similar enough meaning. There is a severed head who prominently speaks to you using kaomoji. She's a recurring character and also, as you learn later, a murderous misandrist. The other major recurring cast include a man in a red gimp suit with his eyes sewn shut-your tutorial npc- and an eyeless, grey-skinned man in a shitty muscle shirt with a different phrase emblazoned on it every time you see him-including my favorite, a bright pink SEXUAL. Oftentimes he's doing some goofy animation like air-humping or spinning a fire extinguisher on his finger

The actual plot is hit and miss for me, I think (gonna full spoil in the subsequent paragraph). The overarching stuff about Eastern Versus Western Civilization, well, I didn't particularly care for flattening of geopolitics into that, as much as Kun Lan makes genuinely any scenes he's in iconic. It seems to be a pretty uniquely Japanese perspective, I think, but I don't feel qualified enough to realllly confidently talk on that subject. On the USA end at least, it centering around a government-controlling conspiracy rooted in the education department is some silly fun but I'm not sure it has any teeth here. Of course, it's not really supposed to. It's genuinely funny a lot, honestly-the several boss fights with bug-eyed anime girls or the entire handsomemen fight are all fucking incredible. Additionally, while I'm not 100% sure whether or not to award it the coveted Yike for its treatment of plurality, I at least think the way it's handled is interesting, in particular the like, repeated layers of subversion going on. Like, at first, it seems like we're taking the piss out of the "oooh otherwise normal people with one Evil Murderer personality" trope by having the entire system consist of nothing but Evil Murderers and like one guy who can kind of interface with society. But then it starts hinting at the personalities being at least originally independent people who have somehow been psychically schlorped up into one existence, which is I think my least favorite layer of it. But then it decides to take a turn for the tragic and perhaps more genuine, revealing at the very end that there's actually no psycho-tech bodyswapping or schlorping going on, the personalities are all internal simulacra of people the one guy actually knew (and killed) and instead of the elaborate tech-bodyswapping displayed in gameplay, they've literally just been pulling out their signature weapons and front-switching. This happens after psychic fuckery ends up deleting the rest of the personalities and like. It's portrayed as genuinely tragic the way he's alone now and realizing what had been going on previously. Which I think is at least Pretty Interesting, at the very least

I overexposed myself to no more heroes as a child without actually playing it which is pretty unfortunate but I might need to track down and acquire those games anyway at this point, honestly. Even if I know most everything in advance, probably some fun to be gained. Or I can just force my partner to play them while I watch.

[jocelynships]

You know I've gotta ask blue for Kurt, but also orange & pink for Draxum!! Genuinely curious what y'all would do together haha. Love you Joce 💙

Hehe thank you, Emily!! These will be fun, so let's go!

We'll answer for the blue boy first!

Blue: What is their love language?

Oh, physical touch for sure! Kurt's a very physically affectionate guy! Him and my S/I are always holding onto each other in some way shape or form. Sometimes their arms are around each other, if they're not holding hands then their pinkies are intertwined, or his tail is curling around her in some way shape or form!!

And now for the goat man!

Pink: What is your favorite thing about their appearance?

Oh my god where do I start I legit love everything about his appearance

Okay. I think. I'm just gonna say his face. Like. I can't pick just one aspect about his face, I love it all. His pretty golden eyes, his cheekbones, his nose, his lips??? And listen. I love the fact they didn't make him a "conventionally attractive" young guy. Like, I will say that yes, he is almost human looking, all you have to do is remove the goat ears & nose, and give him a human skin tone and that's all you gotta change to make him look human! But he is so cool looking! They could have made him a generically attractive guy, but they made him an older guy, gave him wrinkles too! And I LOVE it!!!

So many people don't like how he looks without the mask and ya know what? Anyone who thinks that is a COWARD. He's handsome as hell, and I like him better without the mask tbh, even if the armor is a good look!

However, some artists have drawn him with his mask off, but the rest of the armor on. And it makes me go insanely feral. Like. I cannot say the thoughts I have about that man when I see art like that because I might scare some of y'all JDFHFDIJG

But seriously, I love his face so much. He's legit so handsome to me. I don't care what anyone says lmao. B.aron D.raxum is fine as hell and that's that!

Also those muscles. Need I say more.

Orange: What is your favorite date you’ve been on?

Oh goodness, I've been too caught up thinking about Joce and D.raxum's pre-dating shenanigans so much I haven't really thought about what type of dates they'd go on. 😳

And to be honest, D.raxum doesn't seem like the type to go out on fancy dates lol.

BUT WAIT ACTUALLY-

Okay, so it may not count as a "date" since it happens before they start dating, but it's the "Something There" moment where they both realize "Oh, this isn't a crush. I'm in love."

Joce and D.raxum get dragged to a day at Albertoland by April, the turtles, and one of my friend's S/Is!

And they're pretty much just trying to make sure none of the teens get into trouble, and Mikey wanted D.raxum to come out and have some bonding time with everyone.

And Joce and D.raxum get mistaken for a couple. Multiple times.

But also, it's where Joce starts to see D.raxum CAN be a good guy. He's a little awkward the whole time, not really knowing how to carry himself around other humans. He just got used to Joce, April, and my friend's S/I after all!

But him and Joce end up on their own while the teens go on some rides. Joce doesn't really trust carnival rides, it's a weird hang up she has, so she sticks back with D.raxum and the two bond some more. And in that moment, they both realize how much they fully enjoy each other's company. And man. Has the other always been so attractive?

I still gotta write out more details, but this is basically it! It's such a fun thing I have planned for them hehe.

Also man, sorry for rambling so much, but I Cannot Control Myself when it comes to D.raxum 😳

[fullmarvelheart]

Crossing Lines (8/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 4,113

Recommended: 18+ readers

Summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?

Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of violence

A/N: I'M BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for my long hiatus. So much had been going on, but hopefully I'm back on track now. For all those who stayed despite how long I've been gone, thank you so much! For those who didn't, sorry I took so long. I will try to respond to PMs and comments as fast as I can. Also, I’m still working on part 3 of When Saving an Avenger and should have that done relatively soon!I won't continue to drag this out. So! I hope you all enjoy this chapte and thank you for reading! This has not been beta read at all. All mistakes are my own. The GIF is not mine, so credit goes to the original creator!

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The doors slam open as I storm into the gym, needing a release of some kind. The word irritated doesn’t quite describe how I’m feeling but I can’t sleep because of it. After I got shot, I was stuck in that god awful hospital bed for a few days longer, curtesy of Barnes. Then I was treated like some fragile doll after I was released, especially by Carol or any inner circle member that I bump into. And not that Carol knows, but once I was discharged, Barnes called my father, and judging by how everyone’s acting around me, I’d bet it has something to do with that conversation. Which he should know is the exactly opposite of what I need. And the fact that I was left out of another important conversation regarding yours truly, really really pissed me off. I feel like a damned caged animal under constant observation! I’m lucky I even made it to the gym.

I slam my water bottle on the nearest bench and move to where the wrappings are kept. Once my hands are wrapped, I take my stance in front of the punching bag, Demi Lovato’s Confident playing in my headphones. I punch at it with my uninjured arm, the left one, keeping the right tucked to my side, and I find myself falling into a rhythm.

This is all fucking stupid! I’ve worked hard for my father! Given up a normal life! Gave information that I could be killed for! And I’m still kept out of everything! And now Barnes is up my father’s ass and he’s becoming a pain in mine! And the HYDRA fucks that shot me are still out there! This. Punch. Is. Punch. Bullshit!

My right arm moves out on its own. The vibrations of the hit have pain snaking up my nerves like ribbons of fire. I cry out at the feeling, clutching onto my wound.

“Fuck!” I cry, ripping my headphones off with my free hand. “Son of a bitch!”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be doing that.” A voice says calmly behind me.

I turn around to find Barnes casually leaning against one of the many pillars in the gym. His arms crossed, showing off the muscles of his arms and shoulders that peak out from the cut tank top he wears. The expression on his face stern, yet seemingly concerned.

“What do you want, Barnes?” I ask, controlling my breaths to ease the pain, unwrapping my hands, and reaching for my water while dropping the headphones on the bench, music still playing quietly. “I’m not in the mood for a damn lecture.” I tilt the bottle back, taking a gulp.

When he doesn’t answer and continues to watch me, I huff and the peel the sweaty bandage off my arm, letting the wound breathe. The cool air seems to soothe the painful thing.

“Why are you in here?” He finally asks, I scoff.

“I imagine similar reasons as to why you’re here. Is that all?” I turn away from him and the punching bag, determined to go for a run.

“Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? You’re injured! Why are you even here?!”

“Maybe because I’m tired of men like you trying to control what I do with my life!” I shout, suddenly turning to face him only to find that he’s right behind me.

“Men like me?” He questions darkly, looking directly into my eyes. Since when were his eyes so blue?

“Yes.” I growl. “Men like you that have a stupid superiority complex!” I yell, backing up slightly. He mirrors my movements, stalking towards me as I move away from him.

“I’m not like other men, trust me, doll.” He counters. “And you should watch how you talk to me.”

“Bullshit.” I scoff, my back softly meeting a wall. “There is nothing for me to trust, doll. You’ve made it clear you don’t trust me. But I’ve seen it my whole life. You’re just another egotistical mafia boss. Every one of you are the same.”

“Am I now? Didn’t seem like you thought like that when you busted into my room.” He stops just in front of me, body tensed ready for a fight or… something.

“Yeah? Didn’t think you remembered that. You sure as hell haven’t been acting like it! A thank you for getting your head outta your ass would be nice!” I snap, trying to maintain any sense of authority and strength I can muster. My breathing is erratic, and I can even feel his own heavy breaths ghosting across my face.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” His voice makes me suppress a shiver. There’s a darkness there, a challenge, but with a hint of something I can’t place.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt me.” I state, knowing he wouldn’t risk it. His intimidation isn’t going to work on me.

“Wanna bet?” He growls.

I want to say something, something witty to shut his arrogant ass down, but all I can seem to focus on is him. The way his blue eyes bore into my own. The way his breath seems to mirror my own, fast and heavy. The way his chest brushes against mine as we breathe. Since when did we get so close? The way he looks at my lips, the way I glance at his. The way he starts leaning in, or is that me? He’s so close, I could almost kis-

All too soon, the doors open with a bang, Bucky immediately stepping away from me. What the fuck was all that? I blink a few times, clearing the fog from my head, before turning towards the doors. A man, with short, soft, black hair stands there with a look of mild confusion painting his face before it’s gone, a serious expression replacing it.

“Sorry to interrupt boss.”

“What is it Morita?”

“Rogers wanted me to tell you that Nick Fury is coming tomorrow.”

Bucky sighs and I mutter a ‘great’ under my breath. There’s a furrow between his eyes as he looks at me before turning towards Morita.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be in my office.” And with that he leaves, and I roll my eyes.

When he’s gone, I release a quiet sigh, finally relaxing now that he’s gone, and Morita has a knowing smirk. Get yourself together Y/N!

“You’re lucky he didn’t see that.” He chuckles, I shrug, reaching for my phone, a slight wince twisting my face as I lean down. So, he didn’t hear me.

“I can handle him.”

“Not like that you can’t.” He points, and I follow his finger to my wound. Blood had started drinpping down my arm, and I hadn’t even realized.

“I coulda.” I huff, finally pausing the music.

“Come on.” He says with a small smile, motioning for me to sit down.

I do, but eye him wearily. He grabs a med pack and walks towards me. It’s only then that I notice he’s slightly shorter than Barnes but has softer expression when he looks at me. Stop thinking about him!

“You know,” He starts while sitting down beside me to start wiping the blood from my arm, “When I first saw you, you were storming into your father’s office.” I smile at the memory.

“Wasn’t the first time.”

“I gathered that much.” He chuckles, checking the stitches and adding a few more where the blood is leaking from still. I wince slightly at every thread of the sterile needle. “You had this fire and authority to you. They won’t admit it, but it made the men in the hall uncomfortable. And that was before we knew who you really were. You live up to the image of a Fury.” He wraps the new bandages around my arm, careful of the wound. My eyes follow the movement. When I don’t respond, he looks up at me, most likely noticing the scowl I wear by the way his eyebrows furrow together. “Doesn’t look like that’s something you’re proud of.” He comments.

“I am nothing like my father.” I growl, gently ripping my arm out of his hands. “Thanks for the help.”

I get up and hurry to gather my things and leave.

“You may deny it, but it’s there.” He says as I leave. The only response is the slamming of doors.

So much for calming down.

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Not many of the men were around the next morning, though I have a feeling that was done on purpose. Of course, most of the people I knew here were either sent off on a job, or in the inner circle. The lack of people here began to make me feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t like being kept on the sidelines.

Carol eventually stopped by to check in on me, since I had also decided to skip breakfast. Embarrassingly, I got stuck in my tank top since I couldn’t move my arm all the well without feeling a pinch from the stitches around my wound. Let’s just say I got scolded for being reckless, none of which I took to heart, before she had to leave for a job. Of course, not without a warning to be careful as she wrapped the wound in fresh bandages. Besides, I was able to get into my leggings and gym shoes just fine. The sweatshirt was a challenge, but I’m not going to mention that to her.

As I wait, for what I’m not exactly sure, my mind drifts off to the folder I have hidden away in the room. The cowards who shot at Rollins and I mentioned Staten Island before they took off. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only known that George was killed by HYDRA, nothing more, not that anything else has happened because of them except for the shootout. Which brings up something else, what if this person from Staten Island had something to do with HYDRA being there. The guy who let it slip definitely didn’t mean for it to slip. It might not be much, but it’s something. And that’s all May needs. I’ll have to give her a call soon.

A knock at the door startles me slightly before I collect myself and open it. Loki awaits for me on the other side and motions me to follow. I do. There’s an odd feeling the follows me as we make our way through the compound, the kind that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. I try my best to ignore it. As we get closer, I recognize a few of my father’s men, though they don’t acknowledge me at all. And I do the same.

“Who are all the extra bodies?” I ask Loki, who fails to hide a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, fiery one.” He whispers the last part and when I glance at him, he winks at me. I have to try and suppress my grin.

The office doors are opened by two members Barnes’ inner circle that I recognize slightly, as Loki follows me in, before they’re shutting behind us. Barnes sits behind his desk, his hair tied back into what looks like a small ponytail, as Steve and Sam stand at his sides while Natasha, Clint, and Thor lean casually against the walls (or as casually as you can while meeting with another Clan). Barnes looks from the man in front of him to me when the doors close, before the man turns around. It’s then that I notice my father in the chair, Coulson and Pietro sitting at his sides, as well as Hill, Mack, Hunter, and May. Wanda being notably absent. All of course are either dressed in suits (the higherups of course) or decked in leather. And then there’s me looking like I just came back from a jog.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the party started without me.” I say while trying to my best ‘disappointed father’ impression, hands on my hips and all. Pietro snorts, and I see Coulson smirk for a second.

Before my father can reprimand me, Pietro is up out of his seat, engulfing me in a hug.

“It’s good to see you, моя сестра.” He pulls me in, putting pressure on my wound. The pain takes me by surprise, causing me to yelp before I can stop it. He immediately lets go, as if he’s been burned. “What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” I say, futilely hoping to placate him as I roll my shoulder to try and alleviate some pain.

“Cестра, tell me!”

“Y/N.” My father interrupts, standing, expecting me to avoid the subject. “What happened?” It’s not a request, but I still hesitate.

“I was on a run, HYDRA ambushed us, and I got hit.” Father begins to scowl. “It’s nothing. I’m alright, and we got the supplies. It’s all good.” But he doesn’t listen, turning towards Barnes who’s still seated with his hands clasped in his lap.

“Why wasn’t I notified that she was shot?” Father growls.

“I advised him not to. But I assumed he at least told you something about it.” I reply, though the question was not directed at me.

“I wanted to wait until after the doctors checked her over and she woke up. Make sure she was okay.” Barnes shrugs. “Besides, I mentioned that she had gotten a minor injury when we last spoke.

“It was a routine run, and there were extra men on scene. Nothing could have been done to prevent this.” I try again.

“And yet, she was shot and shot at! Would you consider that minor if it had been one of your men?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before!”

“She spent minimal time in treatment. And I can’t keep her away from all harm when she’s got her assignment. Otherwise, her presence here would be questioned.”

“I’m right here!”

“Father-”

“Not now, son. That was not our agreement, Barnes.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Fury.”

“Excuse me, but what agreement exactly?”

“And that’s not good enough.”

“What exactly would you have me do in this situation?”

“Fucking hell, ENOUGH!” I yell, catching the attention of both men finally. “You,” I point to my father, “do not and will not control how I do my job. Whatever fucking deal you made with Barnes behind my back, that I have yet to see, does not apply to me. My assignment and my mission have priority over that. And you!” I now turn towards Barnes. “You do not have a say in either. I am working with you as a courtesy both to my father and you. I didn’t have to let you know about my job, but I did. And I’ve done more than what I’m meant to do here. So, you owe me some fucking respect. Both of you do! So, this whole ‘ignoring Y/N while she talks’ thing stops here! This job comes with risks, and I am aware of all of them, and it is my call to take them. My physical wellbeing is not always guaranteed in this life, you should both know that. And I will not have either of you try to control that!”

“Done with your little speech now, princess?” Barnes snarks.

“Я збираюся його вбити.” I growl, fingers brushing my knife.

“No.” Both my father and brother say in unison, my brother less enthusiastically than my father. I roll my eyes, letting my hand fall back to my side.

“You both suck the joy out of everything.”

“Y/N.” My name falls past my father’s lips harshly, and I narrow my eyes. “Go take a breather.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, ignoring the order in his voice.

“Now!”

“Ви ведете себе мудаком.” I mutter to my father before leaving, the door slamming behind me.

I stomp harshly away from the men in the hallway until no one is around. With the hall empty, I slump against the nearest wall, hearing soft footsteps near me.

“What?” I bark out when I hear them stop a few paces from me.

When I look, I find May watching me with an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“You sure know how to stir up trouble.” She remarks. I scoff, straightening up.

“They made it a bigger deal than it was. Ignoring me in the process. Was I just supposed to sit back and let them walk over me?”

“You know your father holds respect for you and trusts your judgement. He wouldn’t have let you do this if he didn’t.” She says quietly. I scoff again.

“He does until something happens. Then he reverts back to being the dick mafia boss that doesn’t listen because either I’m his daughter, a woman, or both. I haven’t figured out which it is.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “He sent you out here to watch me, didn’t he?”

“He did.” She confirms, and I roll my eyes. How did I know? “But that’s not the reason I’m here.” I regard her carefully. “I could have waited in the hallway for you to come back.”

“True. So why are you here?” My voice turns serious as I watch her.

“Thought you would like an update.” She says, lowering her voice once again.

“What have you got for me?”

“Nothing much, unfortunately.” I frown at her. “Your father, for some reason, wouldn’t give me a copy of the deal with Barnes. Only told me what you should know about it.”

So typical of him. I roll my eyes, and grumble under my breath. “You mean five words?”

“A bit more than that actually. Along with mutual cooperation against HYDRA, info sharing and a few other things, your father negotiated for your safety. And I don’t mean he made Barnes promise to keep you alive.” I motion for her to continue. “Every member of the Brookyln clan that knows about you, including Barnes himself, is sworn to protect you as if you are a member of the Barnes family.”

I pause, my mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait... as in...?”

“Yes, as in your life is just as important as their Boss’, maybe even a little more so. And they all had sworn to it before you even arrived.”

“Well shit.”

For clan members to swear to protect a stranger, yet alone a stranger from another family, as if they were the boss’ family, is practically unheard of. Not to mention that that stranger is the daughter of another clan’s boss and an FBI agent. I’m sure it wasn’t agreed to very easily and has probably never been requested before. So, it’s a big deal.

“I never thought it possible before either.” She whispers. “And there’s more.” It only takes a glance. “Apparently that attack that injured you was retaliation for Ian Quinn.”

“So, Barnes wasn’t wrong when he told me they have a mole.”

“Evidently not.”

“Is my father aware of the reason?” She nods.

“Apparently, Ian Quinn and Barnes’ situation was the main concern of their last call. Barnes had mentioned you had been injured, but more along the lines of a training accident.”

“No wonder he was so pissed. Still doesn’t excuse him though.”

“For the record, if I had known you were there-”

“You would have either shown up or broke in here to make sure I was ok.” I finish for her. She nods again. “As much as I appreciate your loyalty, that wouldn’t have helped anything.”

“I know.”

It’s silent, for a few moments.

“Hey, is Lincoln still running the streets?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He isn’t your main informant, is he?”

“No.”

“Good. I need both.” She straightens up. “One of the runners that led us into that trap, he mentioned something about a Staten Island high roller. Said they knew HYDRA ‘was on our ass’. Which was news to me considering the fact I wasn’t even aware they were ‘on our ass’.”

“You want me to look into it?”

I nod. “And find out if there was anything that happened to the families, any of them, three months or more before her death.”

“You think one of them had something to do with it?” She questions, the skepticism clear in her voice.

“I’m not sure. We aren’t exactly close with any of them at the time, a little cooperation here and there, but we have the most shipment disputes with Staten Island. We intercept some of theirs, they return the favor. We kill the men that wander into our territory, they ambush our men.”

“They’d benefit from us being weak.”

“Or distracted. What if the families went to war? Manhattan and Brooklyn, plus both of our allies?”

“They wouldn’t be involved at all.” She says in realization, her voice still quiet,

“Nope, they don’t have any alliances with the other families. Remember the mole father found? The one who he was sure was meant to put the blame on us for George Barnes’ death?”

“I’ll look into it, see if I can find what you want. Plus, if anything, that might gain us the upper hand.”

I sigh. Running my hand through my hair. “I hope I’m wrong about this, but thanks May. And please-”

“I won’t say a word. For now.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I know she’ll only say something if there’s an immediate problem.

I nod in thanks, giving her a small smile. With that, she turns around and walks back towards the meeting. When she’s gone, I let my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud and close my eyes. Not long after, the soft approach of footsteps reaches my ear.

“Back so soon?” I quip, before opening my eyes to find Yelena just leaning on the wall across from me.

“That implies I would have to have left in the first place.”

“Never mind.” I sigh, pushing myself to stand straight, she follows suit.

“Who was that you were talking to?” She questions.

“No one that concerns you.”

I try to walk away, but she moves in front of me.

“Looked to me like the woman you met at the park the other day.” Her hands fall to her sides, seemingly causally, and she straightens her posture.

“I know you’re doing your job. But really, this doesn’t concern you, or the boss. If it did, I’d bring it up.” I try to walk around her, but I’m stopped again.

“You say that, but I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t care what you believe, get out of my way.” I try again, and I’m blocked again.

“Or else what?” She gives me a small smile, a challenging one. And I smile back.

With a step, and some careful maneuvering on my part, I have her pinned to the wall with my good arm as she lets out a little grunt on impact.

“Not bad.” She comments with a smug little smile.

“Listen.” I growl quietly. “I understand you’re sworn to protect your boss, but I also know you swore to protect me. And if you want to continue doing that, doing both of those, this will just stay between us. Just until I say otherwise.” I let her go and take a couple steps back while she glares softly at me. “Please.”

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupt and have Yelena pushing off the wall. One of Barnes’ men walks into the hall, a tall slim looking man with a weird hat (a beret I think).

“The boss says you have a job tonight, Maximoff. He wants you at the loading dock in two hours with Danvers.” His accent startles me slightly, there aren’t many Brits that I know in New York, but I just nod. I give a glance to, but she’s got the poker face down pretty well.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Carol about it. Has the visitor left as well?”

The man nods. Great, so my father is pissed off. Glad I’m not dealing with that.

“Thank you.” He nods at me again, then turns to Yelena.

“The boss wants to see you as well.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” She replies, and with that, the man turns and leaves.

Yelena looks at me, glaring just slightly, before I see the faintest of nods. When she’s gone from sight, I let out a little breath of relief. I’ll need to give her answers, and soon, but for now it’s good enough. What I’m concerned with now, is the job Barnes has me going on tonight. With me injured, I’m hoping it’ll be an easy one. However, as I’m learning with this situation and with HYDRA, nothing is ever easy.

Part 9

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Relax (Eun Woo Oneshot)

Pairing: Guard! EunWoo x Royal! Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: Fluff, maybe slightly angst

Word count: 1,987

No warnings

Summary: When Eun Woo wants to protect you, but you just want him to relax and enjoy.

A/N: This was inspired by this prompt.

The mountains that surrounded the city reflected the colors of the sky more clearly, as if they were its own starless, self-lit expanse, lacking only by the hardy winter trees. Looking at them brought a feeling of peace and tranquility, protection even, because no one would dare tarnish such beauty. But it was not the splendor that prevented the invaders.

The few who tried to cross them quickly understood the dangers that probed the ground covered with frozen water in crystalline form. A sound at the wrong time would cause the crime to be covered by the cold, deadly hands of the natural shield of that small royal town.

The entire realm, in fact, was devastatingly beautiful and intimidating, hidden between mountains and valleys, protected by nature more than by guards and armies. They didn't need to get unstuck much to deter invaders and thieves. Never, in all its grand history, had the kingdom of Hanian been so threatened as to demand extra protection from any royal or its subjects.

Therefore, the citizens of Etherna, the royal city, did not understand the gravity of the situation and continued to offer their grandiose balls and banquets, to which the royal family could not refuse to participate, as the flaunting would be more dangerous than the possible invaders.

Also, there was the fact that this city was the most protected and the most difficult to enter or leave. Which in itself was a danger, as escape was unlikely. Even so, they were all gathered in the magnanimous gardens of Lady Khmer's mansion, dancing to flutes and violins.

"Would it kill you to relax?" you provoked your personal guard.

Since before you left the palace, Eun Woo had been alert, rigid, ready to attack anyone who got in your way (which almost happened when one of the guests who had already arrived at the dance drunk bumped into you and fell in front of you). Cha Eun Woo was the best guard in all of Hanian, assigned to you to protect the sole heir to the throne, but the fact that he was inordinately good bothered you a little, mostly because you would do anything to see a smile on his perfectly shaped lips.

“Probably,” he responded to your teasing, still scanning his surroundings as if searching for some hidden killer. “Likely it would kill you too. That's rather the point."

You smiled. Eun Woo's acid humor and straightforward responses were the traits you liked best about him. Of course, you also appreciated the symmetrical face and satin skin, with eyes so expressive they made up for the constant serious and focused countenance. The body was also not to be thrown away, with defined muscles and prepared for any battle.

“I'll risk it,” you said, drawing the guard's gaze to you, and held out a hand. “Dance with me.”

Eun Woo frowned and didn't move, noting the gloved hand in front of him.

Before he even opened his mouth to respond, you already knew what the words would be, so you just spoke before him: "It's an order."

A deep sigh was the only clue to the tormented state of your personal guard, as he remained serious and alert as he gave in to your request and took your hand to lead you onto the dance floor.

The smile on your lips deepened when you saw Eun Woo sigh once more at the scandalized looks of the other guests. It wasn't the first time you decided to shock royalty by dancing with your personal guard. In fact, that was your most common rebellious act and you didn't understand how the nobles and burghers weren't used to it yet.

“Look at me,” you ordered as Eun Woo's dark orbs scanned the hall on your first lap of the track.

He didn't sigh this time, just looked into your eyes and stayed that way for the rest of the time. The muscles were still stiff under your hands, a clear indication that he was still prepared to jump in front of an arrow to defend you.

“I'm not going to tell you to relax,” you stated, realizing that your words had exactly the opposite effect.

That was your best-known trick, at least between the two of you. After so many years as monarch and personal guard, you and Eun Woo had forged a kind of friendship that no one in the realm understood. Sometimes even you didn't understand. However, you came to appreciate the man in front of you so much that you used every resource in your power to make him relax and have fun whenever you could. Eun Woo never complained, not even to his companions, who often blurted out near you that Eun Woo had already commented on appreciating your dedication to his mental health.

He had never questioned you either. From the first time you had tried to make him relax, Eun Woo had accepted your orders like any other, as if your every word mattered. Until this moment, of course...

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his husky voice invading your senses and raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

"I don't like to see you so stiffened."

"I have a duty here, Your Highness." Despite the firm tone of voice, you could feel that he was dancing calmly, as you intended. “If anything happens to you because I was careless for a minute…”

“Nothing will happen,” you interrupted him. “We are in the most protected kingdom in the world, in the most difficult city to penetrate. I have the best guard ever.”

“None of this is a guarantee…”

“If someone breaks a plate somewhere, you will stop your steps, put me behind your back, and verify who was responsible so you can kill or forgive. If a hum invades the melody that surrounds us, you will scan the surroundings with those deep eyes and find the reason to decide whether to hide me or continue dancing.”

"Your Highness..."

“I'm well protected,” you wouldn't let him speak and stiffen again. After all the turmoil your kingdom was going through, you and Eun Woo, as well as everyone in the royal family, deserved that night's rest. "I have you so I'm fine."

He sighed again, this time more softly. And for a split second, you saw the corners of his beautiful lips move upwards as if they were trying to smile.

“You overestimate me,” he said, causing you to snap back to reality and stop dreaming of a completely relaxed Cha Eun Woo.

“No, I'm a realist. It's different,” you replied, still smiling.

You were silent again, enjoying the last chords of the waltz that lulled you. Eun Woo was by far the best dance partner you've ever had and the fact that you talked and interacted in those few minutes made it the dance you'd most enjoyed in your entire life.

When you left the dance floor and returned to the secluded and sheltered corner you were at before, you treasured that night even more, as it was the first time Eun Woo had held your hands together for so long after the dance. He only released you when you were stopped and alone again.

“Your Highness,” he called softly, drawing your eyes to the perfect face that didn't even resemble that of a royal guard. "I appreciate your concern and I admit that perhaps I overreacted tonight."

Even though your eyes widened at the unexpected words, you managed to control yourself in time to joke and say, "Perhaps?"

This time, contrary to everything you knew and recognized about Cha Eun Woo, the smile rehearsed on the dance floor actually appeared on the guard's face, reaching his dark eyes, which thinned as they smiled along with his lips. Your heart raced in such a way that you thought you were having a cardiac arrhythmia.

"As I was saying," he continued, keeping the corners of his lips raised and your heart pounding, "I may have overreacted tonight, but I need to ask you not to distract me again."

“What? Why?" You didn't understand. You even won a smile with your endeavor, how could he not want you to do that again?

"I cannot lose you."

Frustrated, you took a deep breath and huffed, clenching your hands into fists before you began gesturing as you said, "I already told you, I know I'm well protected..."

"You'll always be," it was Eun Woo's turn to interrupt you, "that's not the point."

"Then what is?" you asked, moving closer to him when you noticed the smile leaving that face you cherished so much. "Why can't you just have a little fun with me?"

“But I have fun with you all the time…”

“Eun Woo…”

“Your Highness,” he spoke pointedly, cutting off any argument that began with his name that would make him keep silent if you ordered him to. "I wouldn't forgive myself."

“What are you talking about?" you asked, furrowing your brow.

Again, he sighed. Then, once again contradicting your expectations and shocking anyone who looked at you, including yourself, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop the advance you kept making towards him. But he kept you close enough that the whispered words that came out of his mouth could only be heard by you.

“I can, yes, pay close attention to my surroundings and protect you faster than any other royal guard, but even I have my limits, and having you in my arms, looking at the smile that paints your face, is a very powerful distraction.” Once again, your eyes widened at the words. “At any other day, any other time,” he continued, “I wouldn't mind not resisting you. But we are facing a unique threat, an enemy that knows how to penetrate our defenses that should be impenetrable. I can't afford the distraction. If I lose you, I won't forgive myself.”

That was definitely the longest speech that Cha Eun Woo had given you in all your years together. Not only because there were so many words, but also because there was still so much he was saying between the lines. And it was everything you've dreamed of hearing since setting eyes on that perfect-in-every-way guard.

You knew you could never ask for more from him than that, knew you could never get what you really wanted from him because it wouldn't be fair for you not to be able to give it back. Your eyes filled with tears at the realization that you couldn't respond to unspoken words. Your lips trembled with the force you took to hold back the answer that was on the tip of your tongue. You loved him. With all your might. Nor would you forgive yourself if you lost him.

So you understood and accepted his argument, nodding once firmly so that he could see that you were agreeing without saying anything. Eun Woo watched your face and opened his eyes a little wider than usual, in his own expression of surprise, before reluctantly releasing your shoulders and taking two steps away.

“I promise not to distract you anymore,” you finally managed to say.

"Thank you," he muttered, looking away from you and taking in his surroundings.

Once again, you looked at the icy mountains that surrounded the city and wished that protection was enough to bring peace to Eun Woo's mind and body, you prayed to any of the gods that the threat would be neutralized so that your guard could relax in your arms again.

You smiled then, looking back at Eun Woo, who once again had the mask of concentration and seriousness on his face.

"But can't we even take a walk in the gardens?"

"Sure," he responded to your teasing, "I can put a target in your head too if you like."

The acid humor was still the man's best feature.

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PAIRING: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut, oral (female receiving), it’s pretty much just vanilla sex if i’m honest, aged-up, first time

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

SYNOPSIS:

You had been dating Todoroki for a while now. And yet, you still hadn't taken things to the next level with him. Perhaps you were nervous, or maybe it was fear. After all, this was all new to you. What would it be like to lose your virginity to Todoroki, you wondered?  

Once again, you were back at the same spot as always. Your lips melting against Shouto's, his tongue gliding tenderly across yours. Even kisses like these had you feverish. From the gentle peck's he left along the nape of your neck to the more desperate ones. You were constantly left a nervous mess. Always getting lost in the way his plump lips came down in an open mouth kiss, capturing your lips one at a time before giving one a delicate tug.

And don't even get started on the way his hands felt in moments like these. His careful slender fingers caressing every inch of you. Gently, he would slip his hand from the small of your back to your thighs, resting himself there. Squeezing so slowly and lightly it felt almost as though he was teasing you each time. Without a doubt, you would feel goosebumps rise across your skin when his hand crept higher up your thighs, his fingers edging closer to your heat. And he would be so close, so close to touching you where you needed him most, but you could never go on. The knot in your stomach suddenly tightening as anxiety buried your body. Heart-thumping, you would lash out your hand to clutch his wrist, halting him in his tracks.

"Not ready, love?" is all he would say each time before gradually moving away, planting one last kiss on your lips.

It was the same each time, and it frustrated you beyond belief. Why couldn't you go on? Why did you feel so nervous? You knew you liked him, and you knew you were ready for him, so why? All these questions and you just couldn't find the answer.

And a new day would start.

Sweetly, you were awoken by the warm rays that peeked through your curtains, the golden hue painting your shared room with Shouto. You yawned softly as you shifted to your side, your boyfriend's face meeting yours as he slept. His eyelashes gently brushed against his cheeks as he snored through parted lips. You admired him in his peaceful state, cheeks slightly flushed, and his hair messily draped his eyes. Everything about him was so perfect.

You figured you should get out of bed, let him rest for a bit longer. As you slipped from under the sheets, you felt those familiar hands wrap around your waist, soliciting you to stay.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You giggled as you turned to look at him once more. But his only response was a hum as he relaxed his head against your back. His breath dripped down your neck, and his lips lazily grazed your soft skin. Suddenly, you felt yourself feeling hot still not accustomed to his touch.

His yawn filled your hearing and he tugged you back towards himself. "Can we just stay like this for a bit?" He mumbled into your ear lowly.

And you did just that, sinking into his embrace. His arms engirdled you, hands sneaking up your shirt where they relaxed. The way his chilled fingers brushed up and down your stomach had you feeling faint. You could feel his body heat across yours as he pressed himself against you. After all this time, he somehow always had an effect on you.

"Did you sleep well, y/n?" He whispered, his lips tickling your neck as he spoke.

"Um... yeah! I slept well. I'm sorry about yesterday, by the way. I just get too nervous to continue." You confessed, feeling a sting of embarrassment as you began reminiscing on last night.

You were referencing the night you tapped out of taking things further, again.

"Don't apologize for silly things like that, darling" You could feel his smile as he spoke. "We have all the time in the world. Don't rush yourself, okay?"

Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, lifting your arm slowly and placing it back down until he had you pinned. Your back faced the mattress as your head laid trapped between his arms. Heterochromatic eyes wandered around your face, and a tender smile plastered itself across his lips.

"I'm not rushing myself, I promise. I am ready, but my nerves always get the best of me."

With that, Shouto lowered himself, his face inches away from yours. "Do I make you nervous, darling?" A foreign teasing tone laced his voice.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you fluttered your eyes back at him. Both of you knew the answer to that question, and you were definitely not going to humiliate yourself further to admit to that fact.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

Cushiony lips met yours in an instant. Though it happened fast, Shouto's careful demeanor didn't waver. As his lips danced against yours, the familiar sensation began to sweep over you; body hot and adrenaline pumping.

He kissed you deeper, tongue coasting against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You didn't hesitate to grant his request, opening up immediately as you drove your hands up his chest. Under your palm, you felt the subtle drumming of his heart. It was oddly soothing to know you weren't the only one nervous. Maybe it was normal to feel slightly shy in moments like these?

His tongue ventured you attentively. With every swirl and flick of his tongue in your mouth, he made shivers trickle down your spine. And you felt woozy all over again. High on the taste of him, you wrapped your fingers into his shirt, pulling him towards yourself.

"Someone's feeling a bit eager this morning," Shouto spoke into the kiss, the corners of his mouth drawing into a faint grin. He was right. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad; fed up with all the times you allowed your nervousness to get in the way of your urges.

Lightly, he pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck. They felt warm as his tongue licked gradually. Shou delicately ensnared your skin between his teeth, nibbling gingerly at what was exposed. Throwing your head back, you couldn't hold back the moans that eluded your lips. Each whine dripped in lust as you felt his merciless lips wander further down your body.

He savored the taste of your silky skin as he explored you. Your sweet fragrance engulfed him; he pushed your shirt up, resuming his embrace. Nose lightly whisking down your stomach before his tongue swept back up. The sounds of your whimpers laced with his name cascaded from your lips. How was it even possible to fall for you more than he already had? Just watching how sensitive and responsive your body was for him had him on cloud nine. Every move his hands made, every stroke of his tongue, and every kiss he settled. Your moans only got breathier, and it made Shouto's head spiral. It was rare that he got to see you in this state, and he knew he was going to imprint this moment into his memory. He was already getting hard at the lude noises that coated your lips.

Those tender fingers of his gradually began kneading you softly, running down your thighs. And the tame fire that burnt at the pit of your stomach was set ablaze. You craved him more than ever, feeling more bothered with every second that passed. In response to the bliss you currently felt, you tried to shut your thighs, get some friction going. Yet, Shouto's body prevented that desire from coming to fruition.

"Princess, are you feeling needy already?" He hoisted his head up, giving you that damn teasing smirk once more. Deep down, however, he was just as desirous as you at this moment, craving to know more of you.

Before you could even respond, he was lowering himself down, peppering your inner thighs in kisses. At this point, you knew you were dripping, a tingly sensation washing over you.

"S-shou... please." You managed to huff out through moans, starving for his attention.

"Please what? Use your words now." His words had you feeling warm all over, embarrassed by his demands. Shouto didn't know why exactly he was teasing you this much; he could barely wait any longer himself. But seeing you flustered under him had him euphoric.

"I'm ready. Just please- you know what I want."

And with that, he obliged, his smooth tongue sweeping up your thigh. Nestling his lips delicately over your core, you flinched under his touch as a whimper parted your lips. Even if it was such a simple action, you still felt overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure.

Shouto didn't waste any time, hooking his finger in your underwear and swiftly tugging them off your frame. You could feel the cool breeze against you as you now lay exposed to him.

"You're beautiful, darling." Your boyfriend spoke in awe at you, admiring your body under him.

"Don't just stare!"

You tossed a hand over your face but Todoroki just chuckled at you, removing your hand from your face. Capturing your lips once more with his.

"Tell me to stop if it's all too much, okay?" Giving him a nod, he took his cue to continue his endeavor.

His slick tongue found its way between your two lips, caressing you up gently where he paused at your clit. Sucking softly, you felt an electric shock overcome your body as he relished in your taste. Dripping in pleasure, you whimpered and moaned his name, hands naturally burying themselves in his hair.

Finally, Shouto got to be lost in your waters, circling his spongy muscle around your clit. The melodious hums he let out as he devoured you delivered vibrations against your pleasure. Body quivering under his touch, Shouto savored the way your legs shivered.

"S-shou, I-I need more." You pleaded through broken gasps.

The best way to describe how you were feeling was almost like you were drunk. Feeling somewhat faint and simultaneously enticed as new sensations encapsulated your being. You've never felt your whole body move in such ways against your control. Even his dainty breaths on you had your stomach caving and your head flinging itself back.

To top all this glory off, at your request Shouto slipped his two chilled fingers in you. Pressing them partially upwards with every thrust. That, combined with his tongue doing wonders on your clit had him pushing all the right buttons. You tugged at his hair and whimpered out for him, eyes rolling back as bliss submerged you. The boiling pot in your stomach's pit overflowing with every calculated move he made. And when his fingers reached slightly deeper in you, it all consumed you. Your breath trembled, and your body twitched as stars overran your vision. A lewd moan streamed out your mouth, and for Shouto, that was everything he wanted to hear.

"Shou-Shou, please... enough."

Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you began catching your breath. Calming down from your climax, you eyed as your boyfriend's flushed face rose from between your thighs, lips coated in only what could be your juices.

"Are you okay, princess?" He spoke in a caring tone, but the way his tongue slipped out to lick off your remains from his lips had you feeling lustful once more.

"I'm more than okay." You responded, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, resting your palm on his neck.

His wet lips met yours in a sloppy kiss; you could feel his eagerness as he pressed himself down against you. The bulge in his pants nudged your leg, and you wanted him to unravel himself in you the same way you did. Softly, you pushed his chest, grabbing his attention.

"Want to stop, y/n?" He asked breathily.

"N-no... Shou, I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

He could barely tame the excitement that spiked in him, knowing exactly what was coming next. Yet, he swallowed down his desires, wanting you to be sure that this was what you wanted.

"I'm certain."

"I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if it hurts." He left a delicate kiss on your forehead before pulling himself up.

You watched as he swiftly removed his boxer. Spreading you apart, he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your fold. Breath already getting heavy, you dripped in anticipation for him.

"Ready?" He confirmed once more, earning a nod from you.

With your permission, he pushed the tip in, pausing as he waited for you to adjust to him gradually. The pressure you felt was near unbearable, feeling yourself stretch around his cock. Feeling full already, you couldn't imagine taking any more of him. You whimpered as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw as you bore the pain.

"I'm sorry if it hurts, y/n." He cupped your cheek, running his thumb across your bottom lip." I promise it won't hurt for much longer."

Once more, he drove more of himself in you, another surge of pain ripping through you. Quiet weeps evaded your mouth, your nails digging into Shouto's forearm. He took the hint, bringing his free hand down to meet your clit; his thumb tenderly rotating around it to drown out the discomfort. It felt better from there as trickles of pleasure rippling through you. Previous whimpers turned to lewd moans in no time, your pussy pulsating around Shouto as the pain gradually faded. And the last bit of him was in you.

He eyed his now submerged cock, letting out low moans as he felt you pulsate around him. But he didn't want to move yet. Instead, he cherished the image of your pretty self wrapped around him, your head tilted back and mouth open as your erotic voice bounced off the walls.

"How are you feeling, princess?" He came down to embrace his lips with yours as you reassured him of how you felt.

"I'm fine now."

"I'll start moving then."

You snaked your hands around his neck, preparing yourself for what was to come next. Haltingly, he began pulling out. Your walls swallowed him back in, however, and he could feel the pull. A gentle moan choked up in his throat at how snug you were.

"Princess, you're so tight." The low giggle that came after his comment made your body burn.

Before he could leave your body fully, he thrust himself back in. The lack of warning in his actions swept a moan out of you. Lust exploded through you as you sucked him back, and it had you almost reaching your climax again. Your eyes already rolled back as his dick stroked your plushy walls with every pump. Rhythmically, his hips met yours, and gradually you felt his pace pick up.

His body glazed in a thin layer of sweat; he peered at you through the hair that draped his eyes. You watched as his chest rose and fell, groaning at the feeling of being inside you. His pretty voice erupted from his throat and dripped down his rosy lips. This was a view one could only dream of, your beautiful boyfriend holding back from melting at your touch.

Louder and louder you both got, your moans flooding the room. No doubt that your climaxes were edging nearer. Every single thrust was hitting the right spot. The veins around his cock brushed every inch of you as you sucked him in deeper. Your body was overcome with warmth, legs bucking as your euphoria crawled closer. The knot in your stomach came undone as you moaned out Shouto's name. Gradually, his thrust got weaker, his own climax fast approaching. The feeling of being faint came as bliss occupied your sense. You twitched at how sensitive you felt, Shouto's cock still brushing past your walls as he road towards his high. Sloppier his pumps got, his moans getting deeper. He held you under himself, and with one sudden thrust, he whimpered into your ear as his cum drooled inside you, painting your velvet walls white.

You lay still for a moment, catching your breaths as you both processed what had occurred. It had finally happened; you both finally took things to the next level. Shouto turned to smile at you, intertwining your fingers together.

"You did amazing!" He said with a faint grin. You didn't even do anything, but you still felt a sense of pride. "I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Shou."

Carefully, he pulled out of you, urging you not to move.

"Stay still. I'll clean us up and run you a bath, yes?" You propped yourself up on your elbows, already feeling the ache between your legs building.

But you still couldn't help but feel all warm inside as you observed your boyfriend run in and out of your room to tend to you.

[call-me-doll-face]

Coming To My Senses

WARNINGS: SMUT

Touch- Fingers running down puckered up skin, tracing over the scars with such delicate care it almost takes your breath away. Soft hair tickling down my stomach as lips skim down...down... down.... pulling a gasp from me as my body arches for him...

Taste- His tongue fervidly tangles with mine, claiming ownership of my mouth as rich chocolate still lingers on his breath. The sweetness, along with the memory of how we got here in the first place, pull a soft whimper from me.

Open mouthed kisses and licks are trailed down his sharp jaw all the way to the dimple in his chin. Pausing there, I nip him playfully causing his chest to rumble with a quiet chuckle. Smiling softly to myself I move down to his neck, not minding the salty taste of his skin in the slightest.

Sight- Stormy grey eyes stare into my brown ones, searching for any doubt, any second thought, I may have. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth I reach up and gently run my fingertips over his cheek.

This man, this handsome man, with all of his hardships clearly written on his skin. Every scar. Every bruise. Everything down to the beautiful vibranium arm that he is so self conscious of... is beautiful. HE is beautiful.

Those eyebrows of his scrunch together in thought and instantly I know he's doubting himself. Doubting how "someone like me could ever love someone like him" as he'd put it. I want to put an end to those thoughts.... I want him so wrapped up in me his mind won't fight him anymore. As he usually says, what I want I get.

Moving my fingers slightly I gently stroke between his brows and almost instantly they relax, eyes closing and dark lashes fanning over pale skin. My eyes can't be persuaded away from the sight of those pink lips parting to let out a contented breath.

Those eyes flash open in determination and with that arrogant smirk I've come to love he slides his right hand down my thigh to hook my leg over his hip.

Hearing- "You ready Doll?" His voice comes out gruff, consumed with pleasure, sending a shiver up my spine as I eagerly nod my head in answer.

Pressing his forehead to mine he keeps those eyes on me as he slowly presses into me. I gasp at the stretch, the full feeling as he settles all the way to the hilt, hips pressing against mine.

"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me doll. Like heaven." He grunts out. I can feel his body tremble slightly above me as he fights to keep his control, cautious he might harm me. Reaching up I card my fingers through his hair before rolling my hips onto him, gently prodding him to move.

Leaning in to claim my mouth once again he obliges, pulling back to give hips his an experimental thrust. To my embarrassment an obscene noise is pulled from my throat as he thrusts once again. I can feel him, all of him.... with every push and pull I can feel the ridges; the veins running along his thighs shaft. It's driving me insane.

"Bucky, bucky please! You feel so good... faster!" Wrapping my legs around his narrow waist I dig my heels into his beautifully muscled ass, forcing him harder into me. Growling in my ear his hand that had still been gripping my thigh is gone just to come right back with a sharp smack, pulling a startled gasp.

"Look at you, so desperate. You like that? Hmm? You like the way I fuck you doll?" I'm instantly nodding vehemently when I see something in his gaze shift into something darker. More intense. In seconds he'd changed our position, pushing my thighs up and to my chest, folding me over and slamming into me to get a better angle.

I cry out and moan with every thrust as he hits some untouched spot inside of me, fighting to keep my eyes open and on him as the coil on my stomach tightens.

"There you go, such a good little girl. You're doing so good for daddy baby, you take my cock so well." Grunting me increases his speed to an almost unbelievable pace. I feel like he may break me as he smashes me into the mattress. "This pussy is MINE now, do you understand? Mine."

All I can do is whimper and cling to him. He's completely stolen my ability to speak as he completely and utterly ravishes me. He is everything I've ever wanted and more, but never did I think it could be like this. His words, that dirty mouth of his, have pushed closer to the edge than I care to admit.

"I can feel you pulsing on me baby. You gonna come? You going to cum on my cock? Come on baby!" At his command my body tenses, back arching and head thrown back as his name in the form of a scream is torn from my lips as I fall over the edge.

My pussy clenches around him in an effort to keep him there. Nails dig into his back as my heels lodge back onto his ass, holding him to me and my body gyrates on him of it's own free will.

The orgasms seems as if it lasts forever, my vision white and fire in my veins. Pure ecstasy envelopes me and I hardly register the shout from bucky as he pushes as deep into my body as he can, painting my walls white as he releases into me.

Smell- Coffee. It's the first thing I notice when my eyes slowly flutter open. Bacon. The sound of it sizzling in a pan.

A smile graces my lips as I roll onto my back, languidly stretching my sore muscles before sliding out of the big and utterly ruined bed. Staring at it for a second I bite my lip and giggle as butterflies fill my belly, remembering the events from the night prior.

Every thought, every feeling, and every memory boiled down to one thing. One person.

Bucky.

[bradtomlovesya]

Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ (Part 1)

Summary: After seeing Brad using that red shirt on that concert you become oddly horny. (I suck at summary, sorry)

Clarifications: This is part 1, Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.

Thank you for the idea, baby @brad-is-my-dante Ily <3

Warnings: Smut +18, dom!Brad x sub!reader, Spit kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), English is not my first language.

Word counter: 2k +

We were in the car going to the hotel. The first concert of the tour had started and Brad was more than happy about it and so was I. I really wanted to hug him and hold his hand as normal but I had to keep my distance the rest of the way or I would end up sucking his dick right now without caring about the driver or anything else.

That perfect red button-down shirt only made the moisture in the middle of my legs grow more and more. I wanted it, I really needed to get to the hotel room and make him fuck me like only he knew how.

“Are you okay? You haven't said something all the way” he said, getting me out of my thoughts.

“I'm fine, I'm just a little distracted, sorry” I responded with my gaze on the car window. Couldn't we get there faster?

“Okay…” He answered not very convinced.

The rest of the way was complete torture, I could only feel my desire growing and growing every time he breathed or moved his legs and let me see his perfect cock marked in his pants. Got damn! I could swear that I had never been so wet in all my life as I was now.

The moment we entered the hotel room and he closed the door, he couldn't hold back and chose to speak.

“All right, tell me what's up? You've been distracted since the concert ended and I'm worried, did something happen and you don't want to tell me? Didn't you like the concert? Believe me I can handle the criticism but I really thought you liked it”. He said as he pried more buttons off his shirt and pulled them out from inside his pants.

I swallowed hard and took my gaze off from the bare part of his torso "I-It's not th-that" I stuttered.

“What is it then?” He crossed his arms and his muscles were perfectly marked on his shirt. Some veins on his arms stood out and his scowl only made him look sexier.

“I can't take it anymore, sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair. “But this is your fault for wearing those pants, that red shirt, and those fucking rings. Fuck! your fingers.” I complained. “I've been distracted because I was trying not to give in to my urges but my panties are already too wet so could you please fuck me at once?”

The brown boy was only silent for a moment and then he laughed out loud. "It was that?" He asked. "You made me worried, Y/n! I thought you wanted to break up with me or something and apparently you just wanted sex." He laughed in denial. "Tell me what you want" he approached me "Tell me what you want and I will do it." He murmured with his lips brushing my cheek.

“Sorry, but seriously it's your fault for being so fucking sexy”. I felt his hands on my waist and my legs shook, I had never been so desperate. “I want your dick in my mouth, please.” His lips kissed my neck. “Please.” I repeated pleadingly.

“It's okay sweetheart. If you want to do it so much…” He acted difficult. “Sure you can.” He brought his hands up to his belt and slowly took it off, lowered his pants and directed her gaze to mine. His eyes were full of desire. "Come here" He held his member over his boxer shorts. "On your knees.” He demanded.

“On my knees” I nod and he puts a sofa cushion on the floor so my knees wouldn't hurt and I kneel in front of him.

“Go ahead, all yours.” He brought his hands to my hair and pulled it up so I was looking into his eyes. “I know we're both going to enjoy this, Y/n.” He said my name slowly and that only made me warmer.

I wasted no more time. I pulled his boxer down and his hard erection hit his stomach. There was some pre-cum that made me lick my lips as I watched him. I took his member in my hand and went up and up and down slowly while running my tongue over the tip. It tasted salty but coming from him, I loved everything.

“Damn, princess! That pretty mouth really knows how to do its job.” His face contorted with pleasure and his mouth parted as he felt my tongue on the tip of his penis. “Open your mouth.” He said seriously. I obeyed and closed my eyes waiting for him to introduce his big member into my mouth but that never happened. A hoarse laugh in his throat made me open my eyes again. “Did you expect my member? No, darling. If you want to, you will have to do it yourself.” He lowered his head and spat into my mouth. “Swallow.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled as soon as I swallowed her saliva.

“What did you say?” He asked with a frown.

“Thank you, sir” I corrected immediately and bit my lip. “Can I go back to work?” My pussy lips felt completely wet and sticky, there was no way I could stop it and I didn't plan on doing it. I was finally going to have what I was waiting for all night.

“Yes, sweetie. You can continue.” He nodded with a beautiful smile. I took his member again in my hands and this time I put it in my mouth taking what I could more. At least what my gag reflection allowed me. “Fuck!” He moaned loudly. "That's it, that's my girl.” He spoke between gasps with his head thrown back in pleasure.

I went up and down my hand with a cautious speed and used my saliva as a lubricant to make it easier. I thrust his cock down my throat and moved up and down deeply until I felt the need to breathe. I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop sound and a trickle of saliva still connecting us.

“Oh... Babe”. He sighed. “You look so innocent all the time in front of my friends and family. Everyone could swear that you are a total and complete angel”. He held my face by my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “And the truth is that you are an angel with the wishes of a demon. You make me sin but you make me touch the sky, isn't it strange?” He bit his lip. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth so daddy can fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

I opened my mouth and his member slammed into my throat making me have a gag reflex but I controlled it. My lashes bathed wet from my tears as I watched the muscles in his abdomen contract due to the force He was doing. The buttons he had unhooked gave me a perfect view of his god-sculpted abdomen. His eyes were closed and tight as he continued saying obscenities and fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. His veins pulsed and his dick felt harder than before so I assumed he was going to come and he did. He hit the back of my throat and painted everything with his cum. I waited for him to finish and swallowed it all so as not to waste anything. Also, I wiped his cock with my tongue and when he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud growl, I put my hands on the ground to breathe and steady myself.

“Are you tired?” He asked me with his heavy breathing and now his eyes looking directly at me.

“A bit.” I muttered. “But I'm fine.” I smiled with my eyes on his.

“Good because I'm not done yet.” He smiled and reached down to gently take me by the arms and lay me down on the bed. “Do you think you can handle it?” he asked as he kissed my neck and took bites.

“Yes, I can.” I gasped when he positioned himself between my legs and squeezed my butt tightly pulling me towards him. His hands lifted my dress and yanked my underwear off. “Bradley!” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“I'll buy you new underwear, I promise.” He murmured her with his face tucked between my legs and kissing the inner part of my thighs. “Love, I've never seen you so wet.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue between my folds in a slow way to collect as much of my fluids as he could.

My hands instinctively went to his hair to tug at it and my back arched in pleasure. His fingers found my entrance but they did not enter. He patted the area with four of his fingers and two of these he moved around the entrance.

“Bradley, stop teasing…” I moaned loudly when his thumb pressed my clit and he began to draw circles on it, keeping enough pressure to make me see stars and wanting to close my legs but he pressed them with his free hand to avoid it. The cold from his rings was felt throughout my core and many moans escaped my lips.

“I love the sound of your moans, especially when I'm the one causing them.” He slipped two of his fingers into my vagina and bent them a little to touch my G-spot.

“Fucking hell! Bradley..”. I moaned his name and closed my eyes. One more finger slid easily into my femininity thanks to how wet it was. His fingers moved fast and hit every point that made me moan and feel like an orgasm was forming in the lower part of my stomach. My forehead was sweaty and my hands were tugging at his hair getting several grunts and moans from his part that sent vibrations right to my center. One of his hands went up to one of my breasts and squeezed it with a little force causing me another loud moan and that my nipples went hard under the fabric of my dress. “Don't stop, never stop!” I cried

“I won't, baby” he murmured, licking and sucking on my pussy. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue moving in and out of me quickly and deliciously.

Once again two of his fingers entered and moved roughly inside me. Her tongue squeezed and sucked on my clit and her other hand squeezed my other breast. That was the last thing I needed to cum on her lips with a loud moan of his name.

My vision turned white, my eyes slammed shut and my legs shook like Jelly. I held my breath for a few seconds trying to normalize it but it wasn't long because I felt something slide into my vagina all of a sudden making me moan even louder due to the over stimulation.

“I'm sorry my love. But I had to go in now or I would end again but this time on the room floor thanks to your exquisite moans.” He held still as I got used to his length.

His hands were on my waist and lifted my body so that his cock could fully enter me and contort my walls as only he knew how to do it. "You can move." I fixed my eyes on his.

"Finally!" He groaned, digging his fingers into my hips and starting to move with slow but rough speed. He came out halfway and entered me completely again in one fell swoop. "This cunt belongs to me and absolutely no one can make you feel as..." A heavy thrust. "As good as I do!" He exclaimed as the speed of his thrusts increased. "Take off that dress, please" he begged me with parted lips.

I took my hands to the buttons of my dress and took them off and then pulled it over my head. I also unzipped my bra and his eyes immediately went to my breasts. His eyes were pure pupils, they were completely filled with lust.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and managed to go even deeper with each thrust. He lowered his face to my height and kissed my lips with pure love and ferocity. "Fuck! You don't know how much I love you!" He hid his face in my neck and sucked on my skin leaving a hickey that would be visible later.

"I love you too!" I exclaimed. At that moment I was a sweaty, moaning mess. I changed our positions so that he was under me. I inserted his member into my wet cunt and jumped over and over again, inserting his member into me just the way I liked it.

"Shit shit shit! Y/n!" He dug his fingers into my ass hard and covered my walls with his cum. It didn't take me too long to reach my ecstasy and I ended up on his cock doing a mixture of our cumshots.

"This was a thousand times better than I expected" I mentioned with my face hidden in the crock of his neck and his collarbone. "I didn't remember you were that huge!" I giggled.

"You have a bad memory then" He teased and kissed my head. He came out of my vagina and went for wet towels to clean us up.

Once we were clean, we crawled under the covers completely naked.

"I'll have to wear that red shirt more often. I like the effect it has on you." He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and kissed my lips sweetly.

"I'm Y/n and I approve of this message" I teased and bit his lip. I closed my eyes and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I love that red shirt, I really do.

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 18

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touching and assholes thinking of rape (no sexual assault takes place beyond groping)

A/N: This is longish. I'm lazy and didn't edit. If anything is glaring let me know.

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It was decided that you and Sookie would present as friends looking for a new church. You intended to play quiet and if necessary you would pretend you were the puppet Stan thought you to be until you escaped from your horrible vampire boyfriend. You thought he loved you. Sob. So on and so forth.

Part of you wanted to go with Stan’s idea. Hell, if there was a way to be rid of the Fellowship without it pointing back to the vampires, you’d jump for it in a heartbeat. They were the epitome of everything wrong with so-called religions. Standing behind their gods to justify their hate and prejudices.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot. A perky blonde signaled for you to park and you frowned.

“Why does she look familiar?” Sookie asked.

“That’s Sarah Newlin, the reverend’s wife. I’m not happy that it appears we were expected, Sookie. I doubt she greets everyone that pulls in the parking lot.” You clenched your teeth together. Your gut was telling you to just pull right back out of the parking lot, but this was still your best bet to find Godric. “Just be on guard.”

Sookie nodded her head then slipped out of the car with a grin on her face, ready to greet the Mrs. You followed along behind her playing timid.

“Hi,” Sarah exclaimed. “I’m Sarah Newlin. I saw y’all pulling in and thought I’d come out and greet you myself.”

Sookie walked right up to her and shook her hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you. My name is Heidi Merlotte. This is my friend Sylvia North. We’ve recently moved to the area and are looking for a church.”

Sarah shifted that smile to you and held out her hand. You took it gingerly and kept your other arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylvia.”

You just nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, you’re a quiet thing aren’t you?”

Sookie wrapped her arm around you and leaned forward as if sharing a great secret. “We moved to get Sylvia out of a situation, so to speak. She’s still recovering.”

You could almost believe the look of sympathy Sarah directed your way. She turned and motioned for you to follow her. “Well, follow me and we’ll see if Steve’s available. I’m sure he’d just love to meet you.”

“The reverend himself?” Sookie enthused. “That would be amazing.”

The two of you followed Sarah to an office where Steve Newlin sat behind a large desk. “Honey, we’ve got a couple of friends here looking for a church. Heidi Merlotte and Sylvia North.” You shuffled in and took the offered hand, nodding at his greeting before looking around the office. Sarah bent over to whisper something in her husband’s ear that you weren’t meant to hear. “They insinuated they moved to escape some sort of trauma.”

Steve made a sound of agreement before gracing you with that megawatt smile he was so famous for. You settled into your chair, content to let Sookie do all the talking. She always chattered when she was nervous anyway.

“Sylvia and I met in church actually, but we left when we discovered that the pastor was…well he was…” Sookie trailed off dramatically and you managed to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Homosexual?” Steve suggested.

Ugh, just when you thought you couldn’t hate this guy more than you already did. What an ass. “A sympathizer. He was a sympathizer,” you said before he could say something else that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Now see, that really makes me mad. How can you claim to love God if you love something God hates?” Too late. You wanted to punch him.

“Well, given Sylvia’s history, we know just how horrible vampires are,” Sookie added after a pause and you wondered what she’d heard in the asshole’s head. “No one will ever convince us that they have any sort of control. They are just evil.”

The Newlins’ attention turned to you with her words. You’d curse her, but this was the plan. You unbuttoned the top button on your shirt and pulled it open to show Eric’s marks. Normally you just wore one, but he’d given you a couple of extra the night before to add to your story. Once they’d seen, you buttoned your shirt back up as if you were ashamed.

You cleared your throat. “He was my boss. He was nice enough at first but then he started catching me in the backroom and feeding. He glamoured me into thinking I enjoyed it. That he loved me. I didn’t know until he came to my house one night and Heidi caught him doing it. She told me everything and helped me escape.” You reached over and grabbed Sookie’s hand. “She saved my life. I truly believe that.”

When you finished with your fantasy, you bent your head forward and wiped away a non-existent tear.

“I am sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you. But that’s what we’re here for is to help people like you. None of this was your fault,” Sarah’s voice comes.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” You kept your head down so you didn’t have to meet their gazes again. Frankly, you were tired of looking at them.

Steve clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s take a little tour, shall we?”

A tremor of unease crawled down your spine. You were pretty sure the Rev. Newlin’s job description didn’t include giving tours to the peons. You looked up at them, attempting to appear upset instead of untrusting. Sookie and you followed the couple out of the office to what you assumed was the door of the sanctuary.

Steve stopped before opening them and turned to face you. “Now, be careful when I open the doors.”

You arched a brow. “Careful?”

He grinned. “Sometimes when we open these doors, so much love comes flowing out it just knocks you right over.”

You were pretty sure that was the flood of bullshit actually.

“We’ll be sure and brace ourselves,” Sookie responds with a chipper smile.

When they opened the doors, you were actually impressed with the sight that greeted you. The large wall of windows at the back of the church allowed sunlight to flood the sanctuary. It was quite a stunning display. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it? I just love this room. It just seems to glow in the afternoon light,” Sarah said, obviously meaning every word.

“It’s just so inspiring,” Steve added.

Sookie fidgeted beside you and you knew whatever the reverend was thinking, it wasn’t pleasant. You reached over and hooked your arm with hers.

He looked between the two of you. “Say have you two ever been to a lock-in?”

“A l-lock-in?” Sookie stuttered out.

You gave your brightest, fakest smile and channeled your inner Sookie. “Not since I was a kid. Gosh, those were good times.”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us,” Steve offered.

Whatever he was up to, Sarah didn’t like it if her body language was anything to go by.

Sookie tugged at your arm. “We should go home and get our stuff so we can do the lock-down.”

You looked down to cover your smirk. They were definitely behind Godric’s disappearance then. You understood Sookie wanting to get out of here, if she’d confirmed that, but in all honesty you were the best option for getting Godric out of here without causing a scene.

“You have plenty of time. The lock-inisn’t until tomorrow. Besides, we haven’t finished the tour yet,” Steve said.

“You wanted to see me?” a voice interrupted and Sarah only looked more concerned. A large bald man came to stand by the Newlins. He was obviously their muscle.

“Oh good. Heidi, Sylvia, I’d like you to meet Gabe, one of my aides,” Steve introduced.

Gabe shook your hands while running his gaze over both of you. He licked his lips and you wanted to kick him in the nuts. Maybe later. It would give you something to look forward to.

“Gabe will be joining us for the rest of the tour,” Steve said, patting the other man on the back.

The tour continued far longer than necessary. “I’m sorry but we need to be going. I don’t like to be out after dark,” you said.

“Oh there’s just one more thing I want to show you. It’s a very special part of the tour. Most people don’t get to see it. My father’s tomb.” He sounded entirely too happy about that.

“Steve, are you sure?” Sarah asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I just don’t see why we need to go down there.”

“Not to be rude but I really don’t want to see someone’s grave,” you said.

Steve looked at you. “You have to see it. You can really feel his spirit down there. It’s the cornerstone our church is built on.” He opened a door that led down a steep set of stairs. Creepy basement. Check. And probably no windows. Perfect place to keep a vampire.

Sookie grasped your arm. “Sylvia?”

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“She’s a little claustrophobic,” you lied.

“Well, at least take a little looksee so you can say you saw everything and you can make an informed decision,” the reverend argued.

“But we’ve already decided to go here so I don’t think it’s necessary,” Sookie said, her voice shaking. “We should go, Sylvia.”

“No,” Steve said. “Gabe!” Steve dived for Sookie and Gabe came after you. He grabbed you from behind, crossing his arms over the front of you, copping a cheap feel as he did so. Fucker. Irritation and Anger flooded through you and you knew Eric would pick up on it. He wouldn’t give you long before he came in after the two of you.

It wouldn’t take much for you to get free and to free Sookie as well, but you wouldn’t get a better opportunity to explore the basement. You feigned fighting and let the asshole carry you down the stairs with a firm grip on your breast.

You heard Sookie fighting behind you. “A little help, Gabe. I think the fucking banger’s on V,” Steve yelled.

“Quit fighting, Heidi. You’ll only get hurt,” you called and heard the commotion die down. At least she trusted you enough to do what you said.

They carried the two of you into a storage cage and locked you in after taking Sookie’s purse and searching both of you. As soon as they were out of sight and you heard the door shut upstairs, Sookie turned to you. “I sure as hell hope you have a plan because that Gabe guy is a total asshole.”

You hummed in agreement and pulled your lockpicking tools from your hair. They looked like barrettes and bobby pins to the untrained eye. “My plan is to find Godric before Eric gets here to rescue us.”

“You seem sure he’ll come,” she said, sounding surprised.

“I am. And if he doesn’t, I’ll get us out. Don’t worry about it.” You moved over to the gate to see the best way to go about getting the two of you out. The chain link configuration complicated things a bit but you’d figure it out.

“You’re always so sure about things. I wish I was like that.”

“A little bit of uncertainty makes life exciting,” you said with a grin before grabbing the gate and shaking it to see how sturdy it was. Keeping your grip you leaned against it. “Little god, little god, it’s time to go home,” you said in a singsong voice. Godric would hear you if he was anywhere in the basement.

“Little god?”

“Long story,” you assured her and shook the gate again. “Good news, the gate is designed to keep people out, not in. Also good news, I’m not completely human.”

“What’s the bad news?” she asked.

“This will be loud.” Unfortunately, the only top to the cage was the ceiling so there was nothing above you to grab onto. Instead, you grabbed onto the chain link beside the gate and used it to swing your body at an angle so your feet hit right where the lock was. You repeated the action two more times before dropping down so you could check the lock.

“Little god, I’m not leaving without you. I know you like me too much to let me die,” you said distracted as your focus was on the gate. You’d definitely done some damage but you decided to keep your feet on the ground and see what kind of damage side kicks could do.

After the second kick, you heard the door upstairs open. “What’s going on down there?” Gabe. Good.

“Nothing,” you called back even as you kicked again and the lock gave way. You grabbed the gate and pulled it shut as his feet thundered down the stairs.

He glared at the two of you before finally settling on you. You had no idea what Sookie looked like behind you but you were giving your best evil grin. “What are you up to, you little bitch?”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” you taunted, waiting for him to get closer.

“You’re not a lady,” he said. “You’re just some vampire’s whore.” He licked his lips and looked you over again as he pulled keys from his pocket. When he caught sight of the lock, he frowned and moved forward, “What the hell?”

Once he was within striking distance, you slammed the gate forward so it cracked him in the head and shoved him back. You didn’t give him time to recover before you attacked with punches and kicks. He got a couple of hits in as he tried to take you down. To regain the upper hand. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Finally, you got in position to put your arm around his neck. You kept the hold up until he dropped to his knees. When you would have continued until he quit breathing, a hand dropped on your shoulder.

“Enough.”

You looked to Godric. He wasn’t your sire. You had no loyalty to him, but he was a friend. You released Gabe and took a step back. Your gaze ran over the little god. Other than being paler than usual, he looked good. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. That was all the invitation you needed to wrap your arms around him.

He returned the hug. He moved his nose near your neck and inhaled. “You smell like my child.”

“Mates.”

He held you at arms length and looked at you in surprise. “He’ll come for you then. Not that he wouldn’t have anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. I figure we’re about out of time.” You gestured to the cage. “Godric, meet Sookie. Sookie, Godric.”

Sookie gave him a smile and a little wave. “Nice to meet you.”

His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze settled on you. “You brought a human with you to rescue me?”

“She’s a little something else, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Not particularly, no. Especially considering what this one would have done had you not been who you are,” he gestured at Gabe.

“Speaking of, you should let me kill him. He groped me.” Reminded of the earlier incident you moved over to the prone form and nudged him so he was laying on his back. Then you kicked him in the balls as hard as you could. “Asshole.”

Godric’s lips twitched. “Feel better?”

“Much.” Sounds of a fight came from upstairs. “Eric.”

“Yes. I am here, my child. Down here.”

In a flash Eric was there. He stopped in front of you first, holding your arms as he looked you over. “I’m fine.”

He nodded once before turning to his maker. “Godric,” he said almost reverently before kneeling in front of him.

The moment was interrupted by Sookie’s laughter. The three of you turned your attention to her. She had a hand over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just Eric is all respectful and kneeling while you hugged him and called him little god. It’s just funny.”

Eric got to his feet and gave you a look. “Of course, you did.”

“What? Godric likes my hugs.”