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robinrunsfiction · 5 years ago

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Okay but basement gerard being in awe that he can get the reader off with his fingers (female pronouns if thats okay :) )

Experiments

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: Mature (light smut) Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1900 Author’s Note: I really liked working on this story! Sometimes writing smut can get difficult because I feel like I’m writing the same thing over and over, but this request gave me a different focus

You and Gerard sat on the cool ground next to the pond hidden deep within the park that was halfway between each of your homes. It was where you regularly met up to hang out and pass time together, but when you called him today to see if he was free, you had something specific in mind. You had been chatting happily about a movie that was coming out soon, but now there was a lull in the conversation so you decided this was your chance.

"Hey Gee, can I ask you a question? It's ok if you don't wanna answer," you asked. You couldn't help how the words came out, but they seemed anxious.

Gerard shifted nervously at your sudden change in tone. "Umm, yea, of course."

"What do guys think of girls with no experience, if you know what I mean."

Gerard's mind went blank for a moment before the question registered. "Oh! Umm, I dunno. I mean, I umm don't have much experience either, so I don't pay attention when other guys are talking about stuff like that. They can be kinda gross."

"Oh," you paused, considering the next question on your mind. The real question that you were beyond nervous to ask. "Because I was thinking... ya know how last year I went out with Scott? Well we didn't do anything, umm, under the clothes ya know, and I kinda wanna at least... have a little more experience in that regard before we move into the city for school. So I was wondering if," you drew out the last word, before closing your eyes so you wouldn't see his reaction, "you wanna maybe experiment a little bit? Together?"

When you opened your eyes again and glanced over at Gerard, his cheeks were rosy red, much like your own, and he wore a look of surprise. "Really? Me?"

"Yea, I trust you Gee. We've been friends for a long time and we don't have to go very far if you don't want and if not, that's ok -"

"I'd love to," he said, cutting you off. "I mean, I'm happy to help," he smiled nervously. "Sooo, when do you wanna start?"

You swallowed hard. You would climb in his lap and start making out with him immediately, but that would make your feelings for him obvious, and you wanted to keep those separate. You liked Gee, a lot, but you were pushing those feelings aside for the purposes of this endeavor. "Whenever," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant glancing up at him.

He nodded and then started to lean in. Your breath caught in your chest as your lips met his. They were as soft as you'd imagined as they moved against yours. Then one of his hands was cupping your cheek, before sliding back to run through your hair. You leaned into him, clutching at his t-shirt, soft from years of wear. You decided to take things further as you deepened the kiss, as your tongues moved against each other. Your head was spinning as his other hand found your bare knee.

Suddenly you heard a noise in the distance, and even through your lust-filled haze, you realized people were coming up the path toward where you were. You pulled back and smiled at Gerard, who looked equal parts stunned and delighted as a family walked by on the path behind you.

"Wow, I, umm," he breathed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"So far so good," you smiled.

"Yea, do you wanna go someplace less... public?"

"My parents are home. Shit, I forgot I told my mom I'd be home for dinner tonight," you said glancing at your watch.

"Do you wanna come over to my place after?" Gerard offered.

You smiled as you tucked your hair behind your ear. "Yea, sure," you nodded.

"Cool," he replied, running his hand through his hair.

"Ok, I'll see you soon," you said getting up and Gerard scrambled to his feet as well.

You and Gerard walked back to the park entrance in silence, your hands brushing occasionally, but you weren’t sure you wanted to grab his hand. You didn’t want to scare him off. Before splitting off and going your separate ways, you gave him a hug and headed home, your heart pounding in anticipation of the rest of the night.

When you got home, you tried not to rush through dinner with your family before running up to your room to change. When you went to prom the previous year with your boyfriend at the time, you bought a cute lace bra and panty set, but since things didn't go the way you'd planned, they remained unappreciated in your drawer. You pulled your shorts back on, and threw on a zip front hoodie. You took a moment to check yourself in the mirror before rushing to Gerard’s house.

You went around the back door like usual and rocked back on your heels as you waited anxiously for Gerard to let you in. It felt like forever when he finally opened the door, hair still damp, as he had apparently taken a shower.

“Hey, come in,” he greeted you, nerves evident in his voice as you followed him into his room. He shut the door behind you as you stood a few feet apart, unsure who should make the first move.

“Soo-” you started.

“(YN) can I tell you something before we go any further?” Gerard cut you off.

“Yea, of course, anything,” you replied.

“I just want you to know, I just wanna be honest… I really like you (YN), as more than a friend. If that complicates things and you wanna go, that’s ok.”

A smile broke out across your face. “That’s more than ok Gee. I… umm... the reason I asked you to do this with me was because I trust you and I like you too. I was trying to tell myself that I could pretend I didn’t have these feelings, but if there’s no reason to pretend I don’t, then...” you shrugged.

In an instant Gerard closed the distance between you, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. When you pulled back for air you took a step back and unzipped your sweatshirt, letting it fall off your shoulders and onto the floor.

Gerard looked awestruck as he took a step toward you, tentatively placing his hands on your bare waist. “You’re so beautiful (YN),” he said softly.

“Thanks Gee,” you smiled, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Do you wanna,” he nodded toward his bed.

“Yea, sure,” you said, taking his hand and walking over, climbing onto the Star Wars sheets. He climbed in over you as your lips reconnected. You laid back as he caressed your side, seemingly unable to get enough of the feeling of your soft skin.

He pulled back and looked up at you. “Can I?” He asked, nodding toward your chest.

“Yea,” you breathed, as his hand connected with the lace material of your bra. His touch was gentle and he started to kiss on your neck. “Gee you’re making me feel so good,” you murmured.

“Good,” he said against your neck as he continued to press kisses against it.

“You can umm,” you said nodding down, and Gerard took the hint, reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your bra. He fumbled with it for a moment before it came loose and you discarded the garment.

“Shit,” he said under his breath. “Sorry, you’re just so beautiful, it’s… wow,” he said with a goofy smile, making you laugh.

“Again, you sure know how to make me feel good,” you smiled.

"That's all I wanna do. I wanna make my girl feel good," he said before leaning in to kiss you again.

Your mind was spinning again. 'My girl' he said. He called you his girl. You were so happy, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

Eventually his hand ran down your body to your hip. Desire and excitement was running through you, but this move made you nervous.

"Hey Gee," you said breathlessly. "I'm not ready to go all the way, but if you wanna… use your hands," you trailed off.

He looked up at you, and he smiled. "Yea, I can do that."

He sat back and you watched as he carefully unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts, as if he was unwrapping a present on his birthday. You lifted your hips as he slid the denim material down your legs, and he dropped them somewhere near your bra as he took in the sight of you laying in his bed, only in your underwear.

He smiled as he laid his body over yours, his thigh rutting between yours, and your hips moved against it, seeking friction. You and Gee made out like this for a while before he trailed his kisses down your neck and his hand found your hip again.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yea, really sure."

As he traced the skin just above the waistband with his fingers, you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. He looked up at you wide eyed as you started to blush furiously. But then he slid his hand under the waistband and ran his fingers gently between your legs. Tentatively he let one finger trail down and then it dipped slowly into you.

You let out another gasp and Gerard's eyes were back on you. "Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no, please don't stop," you moaned.

He started to move his finger in and out as your legs spread further apart. You glanced down and saw Gerard was watching your reaction. Then you felt a second finger pressing in and you covered your mouth with your hand as another moan escaped your lips. Then after pumping in and out a few times, he brought his thumb to massage against your clit and your back arched off the bed.

You had never felt this good from head to toe before, like every part of you was electrified. You had your eyes closed and bit your lip as the realization that it was Gerard, your friend, the guy you liked more than anyone else in the world, that was making you feel this way. Not much longer your back arched again as you came around his fingers, moaning his name.

As you opened your eyes, you glanced down at Gerard. He was looking up at you awestruck. "Gee that was incredible," you panted. "I've never felt like that before."

"Really?" He asked as if he almost didn't believe it.

"Yea," you nodded excitedly as he shifted up and kissed you again. He wrapped his arms around you rested your head against his chest. You both laid silently, enjoying the moment together.

"Gee?" You asked softly.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Did you mean it when you called me your girl?"

He looked at you adoringly and nodded. "Yea, I mean, if you wanna be?"

You nodded back. "Yea, I really do."

He replied simply by leaning in and kissing you deeply, a smile on both of your faces.

#gerard way x reader #basement gee x reader #gerard way fan fic #gerard way fanfic #gerard way fan fiction #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance fan fiction #Anon

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hardkinkbardkink · 5 years ago

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anon asked: Can’t remember if i sent this earlier but I loved the milking and overstimulation fic!!! What if Geralt accidentally(or rather purposely) overdosed Jaskier to a point where he produces sooo much come it’s painful and Geralt has to actually milk him properly in fear of his balls actually exploding or his cock just leaking constantly for the next days at it’s pushed out of his testicles slowly from the backed up spunk. It takes the entire night and he only discovers how genuinely backed up the the bard is when it actually starts dripping out of his urethra, Jaskier sobbing from humiliation through it all. Preferably in a verse where the original fic didn’t happen.

***

Geralt would like to think he’s a man of reason.

And while it would be unreasonable to pass on a contract so lucrative, it would be equally unreasonable to botch it, when all he has to do is–

Well, what is it, if not a cautionary experiment?

The baroness’ coin would keep them fed for months, and all for a small vial of a virility potion only a little more powerful than the ones bought at the apothecary.

Well. Threefold as powerful, if prepared correctly.

It’s a dangerous game, Geralt knows. Human bodies are fickle–and death from a sore cock or burst bollocks is not preferable in the nobler circles. Or so it had been explained to him.

Good thing, then, that Geralt has a noble of his own to aid in perfecting the recipe.

Perhaps he should be concerned by how easily Jaskier takes the bottle when it’s handed to him, or by the trust in his eyes when he swallows it in one go, without bothering to inquire about its contents. Gods, how did the bard manage to keep himself alive for so long?

Geralt mumbles something about a deathwish, but he’s in no position to complain, really. He casts Axii, just to be safe; just so Jaskier doesn’t disrupt the trial needlessly.

The potion’s effects are more or less immediate.

Pliant and quiet, Jaskier lets him undo his trousers–a surprisingly sensible pair, thick grey wool with only a faint pattern–and take out his stiffening cock. He gives it a measured stroke. Calm. Methodical. Collected.

It takes Jaskier a while to come, and Geralt watches in fascination as his balls swell, grow taut and heavy and tempting when he reaches to cup them in his palm. He keeps a firm grip on Jaskier’s cock, strokes him hard and fast, captivated by the sheer, naked want on the bard’s face, even if his eyes remain blissfully absent.

Jaskier’s body bows as he spends all over himself for a long, pleasing moment.

Geralt deems the volume of his release satisfactory and tucks his twitching cock back into his breeches.

***

“Geralt–”

Jaskier stops abruptly, though Geralt fills in the rest of the question.

“Drink less water,” he says off-handedly as he slows Roach to a halt.

“Uh-huh.”

Geralt watches his bard sprint between the trees.

It’s not an issue of hydration, Geralt knows. Jaskier’s been sneaking off every half-hour, limping slightly but in a rush to find some seclusion. He comes back lighter on his feet; flushed and dishevelled and smelling of spend.

The potion, it seems, lasts longer than Geralt anticipated.

It’s a strange temptation that overcomes him, to deny Jaskier the privacy. Cite some non-specified dangers and make him walk beside Roach without a chance to sort out his body. For no reason other than his burning curiosity.

A strange temptation indeed, and one Geralt finds himself succumbing to, just a half-hour later.

“Stay,” he growls when Jaskier makes to retreat.

It stops him in his tracks, one palm already–unconsciously–cupped around his crotch. Jaskier turns a bright pink and slowly pulls his hand back, as though to pretend it never was there.

“W–what? Geralt, I–”

“If you need a piss, do it here. I don’t want you wandering the woods alone.”

And Jaskier huffs his outrage, stutters on an insult. Walks, resigned, slower and slower until he’s dragging his feet more than lifting them. Sweat beads on his temple.

Geralt takes pity on the man, eventually, though not completely.

“Don’t walk anywhere,” Geralt says when he’d near-finished setting up their camp beneath a thick canopy of leaves.

“But I need–”

He cocks an eyebrow and revels in the desperation written all over Jaskier’s cute little face.

Jaskier squirms and shifts, unable to find a comfortable position on the rock he’s occupying. His frustrated whimpers make Geralt want to pull his dick out, truth be told, but he stays still and unbothered, setting about sharpening his silver dagger just to have something to do.

A sharp gasp from Jaskier makes him whip his head around lightning-fast. And then he catches the scent.

It’s not overwhelming, not like it would be if Jaskier spent in his breeches, but it’s–

Intriguing.

Jaskier sits, frozen, shaking hands gripping his thighs, and the look on his face is in equal parts that of confusion and terror.

Geralt walks to him, urging himself to go slow and not pounce on the man like he so furiously wants to. He kneels next to Jaskier and watches, hypnotised, as a wet spot grows so very slowly at the front of his trousers.

His hands are suddenly too big, too clunky as he tries to slip the delicate buttons open. Jaskier doesn’t move to stop him when Geralt pushes the breeches down, along with his wet smallclothes, and–

“Fuck.”

Geralt’s mouth waters at the display before him; Jaskier’s soft prick resting against his thigh, spend leaking steadily from the tip, because there's so much it can’t fit inside his body, gods, fuck.

“How does it feel?” he breathes. A muscle jumps in Jaskier’s thigh.

“Hurts,” Jaskier chokes out, sounding close to tears. “It all hurts, Geralt, I’m so full, please–”

He can’t help staring as Jaskier’s cock drools sluggishly, dripping more and more. It’s the most erotic thing Geralt’s ever seen.

He aims for gentle, when he pulls Jaskier’s knees apart and slides between them. When he lifts Jaskier’s prick up and away to expose his beautifully swollen balls, reddened and so deliciously close to bursting. Geralt touches them cautiously and shivers at Jaskier’s throaty moan. His cock spurts out more come.

“I can’t take it, I’m–please, Geralt, f-feels like I’m gonna explode–”

Geralt groans and dives in to mouth hungrily at the taut skin of Jaskier’s sack. It’s feverishly hot against his lips, smooth and perfect and he reaches to tug at Jaskier’s cock, too desperate, too sloppy.

“Come on,” Geralt says, voice rough with need, muffled in Jaskier’s taint. “Come for me, Jaskier.”

It’s a heady sensation, feeling Jaskier’s balls throb and empty, his seed getting all over Geralt’s hand, wetting it copiously.

“Fuck, Geralt, Geralt–”

He doesn’t stop stroking, the glide eased by Jaskier’s release. He tries to fit one of the swollen balls into his mouth, finding them too big and tender still, judging by the way Jaskier whines above him.

Geralt moves to suck instead at the head of his prick, soaked in thick, unnaturally sweet spend, sensitive and pulsing against Geralt’s tongue.

“’s too much, gods, Geralt–”

Except for him it’s not enough, and he swallows greedily around the cock in his mouth, taking it deeper until his nose is buried in the tidy-trimmed hair at the base. Deeper, until he can slither the tip of his tongue down to lap at Jaskier’s balls.

Jaskier tears at his hair, his fingers frantically digging into Geralt’s scalp, but it only makes Geralt want it more, bob his head faster, drool cooling sticky on his chin.

When Jaskier spasms and spills down his throat, Geralt thinks he could come just from that.

Jaskier sways and nearly falls. Geralt grabs a fistful of doublet, keeps the bard upright and his mouth firmly around Jaskier’s twitching cock.

“Please–Geralt, please,” Jaskier whines, and Geralt ruts his hips into the air, craving friction.

It takes another trembling, writhing release before Geralt pulls away, half-delirious, drunk on the taste and the raw, scraped feeling in his throat.

Jaskier sobs, a wretched thing, and bats weakly at Geralt’s forehead. He looks–fuck, Geralt’s never seen him like this, face a splotchy red, glistening with tears, chest heaving. His prick can’t stay hard anymore, but Geralt knows he’s not done yet, even as he tries to squeeze his legs together.

“Stop, stop, gods, I–I can’t go anymore, I can’t.” He sucks in a wet breath, bringing a careful hand to cover his softening cock.

It’d be easy to put Jaskier under Axii, get him off over and over until the potion’s burned through–

It’s also easy to yank Jaskier’s doublet open, off, away; unbutton the ridiculous lacey shirt underneath; tangle Jaskier’s hands behind his back, secure them in place with his own garment. And maybe Jaskier is too weak to break free, or maybe he doesn’t really want to.

But he lets Geralt put his mouth back on that twitching, wet cock.

Geralt feels like he’d had a full meal by the time Jaskier screams his final release, breath seemingly stuck in his heaving lungs.

“Ge-eralt, ’s–enough, please.”

It’s the despair in Jaskier’s bright eyes as he says it–whines it, more like–that has Geralt pulling away and tucking him lovingly back into his trousers.

Jaskier collapses onto the bedroll and drifts into a deep, calm sleep, and Geralt brings himself off quickly and brutally, thinking about how much of the potion he can slip into Jaskier’s waterskin.

#cw noncon #cw overstimulation

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hardkinkbadkink · 5 years ago

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Can’t remember if i sent this earlier but I loved the milking and overstimulation fic!!! What if Geralt accidentally(or rather purposely) overdosed Jaskier to a point where he produces sooo much come it’s painful and Geralt has to actually milk him properly in fear of his balls actually exploding or his cock just leaking constantly for the next days at it’s pushed out of his testicles slowly from the backed up spunk. It takes the entire night and he only discovers how genuinely backed up the (1)

the bard is when it actually starts dripping out of his urethra, Jaskier sobbing from humiliation through it all. Preferably in a verse where the original fic didn’t happen.

hnghh this was fucking Fun tbh i have nothing more to say other than i enjoyed this prompt immensely

***

Geralt would like to think he's a man of reason.

And while it would be unreasonable to pass on a contract so lucrative, it would be equally unreasonable to botch it, when all he has to do is--

Well, what is it, if not a cautionary experiment?

The baroness' coin would keep them fed for months, and all for a small vial of a virility potion only a little more powerful than the ones bought at the apothecary.

Well. Threefold as powerful, if prepared correctly.

It's a dangerous game, Geralt knows. Human bodies are fickle--and death from a sore cock or burst bollocks is not preferable in the nobler circles. Or so it had been explained to him.

Good thing, then, that Geralt has a noble of his own to aid in perfecting the recipe.

Perhaps he should be concerned by how easily Jaskier takes the bottle when it's handed to him, or by the trust in his eyes when he swallows it in one go, without bothering to inquire about its contents. Gods, how did the bard manage to keep himself alive for so long?

Geralt mumbles something about a deathwish, but he's in no position to complain, really. He casts Axii, just to be safe; just so Jaskier doesn't disrupt the trial needlessly.

The potion's effects are more or less immediate.

Pliant and quiet, Jaskier lets him undo his trousers--a surprisingly sensible pair, thick grey wool with only a faint pattern--and take out his stiffening cock. He gives it a measured stroke. Calm. Methodical. Collected.

It takes Jaskier a while to come, and Geralt watches in fascination as his balls swell, grow taut and heavy and tempting when he reaches to cup them in his palm. He keeps a firm grip on Jaskier's cock, strokes him hard and fast, captivated by the sheer, naked want on the bard's face, even if his eyes remain blissfully absent.

Jaskier's body bows as he spends all over himself for a long, pleasing moment.

Geralt deems the volume of his release satisfactory and tucks his twitching cock back into his breeches.

***

"Geralt--"

Jaskier stops abruptly, though Geralt fills in the rest of the question.

"Drink less water," he says off-handedly as he slows Roach to a halt.

"Uh-huh."

Geralt watches his bard sprint between the trees.

It's not an issue of hydration, Geralt knows. Jaskier's been sneaking off every half-hour, limping slightly but in a rush to find some seclusion. He comes back lighter on his feet; flushed and dishevelled and smelling of spend.

The potion, it seems, lasts longer than Geralt anticipated.

It's a strange temptation that overcomes him, to deny Jaskier the privacy. Cite some non-specified dangers and make him walk beside Roach without a chance to sort out his body. For no reason other than his burning curiosity.

A strange temptation indeed, and one Geralt finds himself succumbing to, just a half-hour later.

"Stay," he growls when Jaskier makes to retreat.

It stops him in his tracks, one palm already--unconsciously--cupped around his crotch. Jaskier turns a bright pink and slowly pulls his hand back, as though to pretend it never was there.

"W--what? Geralt, I--"

"If you need a piss, do it here. I don't want you wandering the woods alone."

And Jaskier huffs his outrage, stutters on an insult. Walks, resigned, slower and slower until he's dragging his feet more than lifting them. Sweat beads on his temple.

Geralt takes pity on the man, eventually, though not completely.

"Don't walk anywhere," Geralt says when he'd near-finished setting up their camp beneath a thick canopy of leaves.

"But I need--"

He cocks an eyebrow and revels in the desperation written all over Jaskier's cute little face.

Jaskier squirms and shifts, unable to find a comfortable position on the rock he's occupying. His frustrated whimpers make Geralt want to pull his dick out, truth be told, but he stays still and unbothered, setting about sharpening his silver dagger just to have something to do.

A sharp gasp from Jaskier makes him whip his head around lightning-fast. And then he catches the scent.

It's not overwhelming, not like it would be if Jaskier spent in his breeches, but it's--

Intriguing.

Jaskier sits, frozen, shaking hands gripping his thighs, and the look on his face is in equal parts that of confusion and terror.

His hands are suddenly too big, too clunky as he tries to slip the delicate buttons open. Jaskier doesn't move to stop him when Geralt pushes the breeches down, along with his wet smallclothes, and--

"Fuck."

Geralt's mouth waters at the display before him; Jaskier's soft prick resting against his thigh, spend leaking steadily from the tip, because there's so much it can't fit inside his body, gods, fuck.

"How does it feel?" he breathes. A muscle jumps in Jaskier's thigh.

"Hurts," Jaskier chokes out, sounding close to tears. "It all hurts, Geralt, I'm so full, please--"

He can't help staring as Jaskier's cock drools sluggishly, dripping more and more. It's the most erotic thing Geralt's ever seen.

He aims for gentle, when he pulls Jaskier's knees apart and slides between them. When he lifts Jaskier's prick up and away to expose his beautifully swollen balls, reddened and so deliciously close to bursting. Geralt touches them cautiously and shivers at Jaskier's throaty moan. His cock spurts out more come.

"I can't take it, I'm--please, Geralt, f-feels like I'm gonna explode--"

Geralt groans and dives in to mouth hungrily at the taut skin of Jaskier's sack. It's feverishly hot against his lips, smooth and perfect and he reaches to tug at Jaskier's cock, too desperate, too sloppy.

"Come on," Geralt says, voice rough with need, muffled in Jaskier's taint. "Come for me, Jaskier."

It's a heady sensation, feeling Jaskier's balls throb and empty, his seed getting all over Geralt's hand, wetting it copiously.

"Fuck, Geralt, Geralt--"

He doesn't stop stroking, the glide eased by Jaskier's release. He tries to fit one of the swollen balls into his mouth, finding them too big and tender still, judging by the way Jaskier whines above him.

Geralt moves to suck instead at the head of his prick, soaked in thick, unnaturally sweet spend, sensitive and pulsing against Geralt's tongue.

"'s too much, gods, Geralt--"

Except for him it's not enough, and he swallows greedily around the cock in his mouth, taking it deeper until his nose is buried in the tidy-trimmed hair at the base. Deeper, until he can slither the tip of his tongue down to lap at Jaskier's balls.

Jaskier tears at his hair, his fingers frantically digging into Geralt's scalp, but it only makes Geralt want it more, bob his head faster, drool cooling sticky on his chin.

When Jaskier spasms and spills down his throat, Geralt thinks he could come just from that.

Jaskier sways and nearly falls. Geralt grabs a fistful of doublet, keeps the bard upright and his mouth firmly around Jaskier's twitching cock.

"Please--Geralt, please," Jaskier whines, and Geralt ruts his hips into the air, craving friction.

It takes another trembling, writhing release before Geralt pulls away, half-delirious, drunk on the taste and the raw, scraped feeling in his throat.

Jaskier sobs, a wretched thing, and bats weakly at Geralt's forehead. He looks--fuck, Geralt's never seen him like this, face a splotchy red, glistening with tears, chest heaving. His prick can't stay hard anymore, but Geralt knows he's not done yet, even as he tries to squeeze his legs together.

"Stop, stop, gods, I--I can't go anymore, I can't." He sucks in a wet breath, bringing a careful hand to cover his softening cock.

It'd be easy to put Jaskier under Axii, get him off over and over until the potion's burned through--

It's also easy to yank Jaskier's doublet open, off, away; unbutton the ridiculous lacey shirt underneath; tangle Jaskier's hands behind his back, secure them in place with his own garment. And maybe Jaskier is too weak to break free, or maybe he doesn't really want to.

But he lets Geralt put his mouth back on that twitching, wet cock.

Geralt feels like he'd had a full meal by the time Jaskier screams his final release, breath seemingly stuck in his heaving lungs.

"Ge-eralt, 's--enough, please."

It's the despair in Jaskier's bright eyes as he says it--whines it, more like--that has Geralt pulling away and tucking him lovingly back into his trousers.

Jaskier collapses onto the bedroll and drifts into a deep, calm sleep, and Geralt brings himself off quickly and brutally, thinking about how much of the potion he can slip into Jaskier's waterskin.

#cw non-con #i guess?#idk everything is non-con at this point #god i have so many good prompts i dont know what to do with myself

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ai-katsuu · 5 years ago

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Pino and Gretel (1/1)

As requested by @oceanspray5 a fic about Pino and Gretel which I had a lot of fun writing! This just covers breaking their curse so I didn’t go too much into depth with their main story. Inspired by the art of sleepy-lion-king and based off mine.

Also if you’re wondering what happened specifically between Hans and Gretel, see this short post/art.

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“I’m glad you two made up,” Arthur sat down next to his friend, “it’s important for family to stick together.” “Thank you. I’m glad she’s back in my life again.” he smiled and looked over to his sister. Gretel was happily chatting with Audrey and Snow near the far end of where they had all camped. After shutting her out for several years and all of the pain she had to endure alone, Hans was happy she was smiling again.

He couldn’t undo what he did in the past, but he could at least try to fix it by sticking by her side. “And then during her wedding…” Snow spoke while laughing, “Her shoe broke just before she was about to walk down the aisle! Your brother and I had to help Audrey fix it before they could open the doors, and the crowd had to wait for like, twenty minutes!” “Snow, stop!” Audrey playfully pushed her and covered her face. “But uh..yeah it’s true. It was embarrassing, but it’s a funny story to tell at parties.” she chuckled.

Gretel smiled, “Getting married after a year, how could you be so sure of the one person you’ll spend the rest of your life with?” she genuinely asked. Snow and Audrey thought, “I kinda just knew.” Snow started, “When I proposed to Merlin it wasn’t just on a whim, I thought about it long and hard, and Merlin is the one person who truly loves me for who I am, no matter what I look like. He didn’t prefer Red Shoes nor Snow White, just me.” she smiled at the memory.

Gretel nodded, “Audrey?” she turned to her. Audrey thought about it for a while. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing now, Gret,” she looked at her. “Love at first sight doesn’t exist.” Audrey stated flatly. “Real love takes time, love takes work. At the very least you have to know that person well enough. If you don’t, then do you really love them? Or the person you see them to be?” Gretel and Snow looked at her.

Audrey widened her eyes and put her hands up, “Ah! Sorry I didn’t mean to get all philosophical! To answer your question…” she looked sideways, “True, contradictory to what I said, Jack proposed only 6 months after we met, but in those 6 months we’ve been through a lot together. There’s really no ‘right time’ set for all couples, each one is unique. You just know when they’re the one really.” she concluded smiling.

“And, also the fact that we were the one who broke their curses, sooo…” Snow high-fived Audrey to which Gretel laughed. “Each is unique huh..” she whispered to herself. The sun was starting to set and Gretel told Audrey and Snow she wanted to go for a walk, to which they nodded and continued their own conversation.

As she walked through the trees with golden leaves, she began to think about the past days. After finding her brother again (only to see that he had become short and green) she managed to reconcile with him. Although it was begrudgingly, they got there somehow. If she was honest she wouldn't have gotten there without the help of his friend who was also under the same curse as him.

Gretel walked by the river and saw a small bridge up ahead. She looked closer and saw someone sitting on the edge of it, moving his hands around a metal contraption. She smiled and quickened her pace, “Pino,” she called out. The inventor whipped his head to his left and grinned immediately. “Gretel, what are you doing out here?” “Just taking a walk, what are you working on?” she crouched down to his level.

“Something I made to help me find buried things,” he said while twisting the screw driver. “I call it-” “A metal detector?” Gretel cocked her head. Pino stared at her for a bit before nodding rapidly, “Yup, yup. Metal detector. Better name, definitely what I was gonna call it.” Gretel giggled to which Pino did the same. He then patted his hand on the space next to him and she sat next to him.

“It’s a good thing you made up with Hans, I’m really happy for you two, good job.” Pino said. Gretel shook her head, “You know we only made up because of you right?” He scrunched his face, “Me?” “I mean, yeah,” she nodded, “I wasn’t willing to forgive him at first, but you came and talked to me every chance you got,” Although she couldn’t see it, Pino raised his eyebrows and averted his gaze as he rubbed the back of his head, “Sorry, did I bother you too much?”

“On the contrary! Our talks are one of the happiest I’ve had in my life. The advice you would give me about how important siblings are, your stories with Noki and Kio, your love for your brothers really inspired me to make peace with mine. It’s really all thanks to you, Pino. I couldn’t have done it without you.” his mouth slightly opened as he listened to her in awe before he nervously chuckled, “N-not at all, it’s no problem! I’ll always be there to help you when you need it.”

“Really?” Gretel eyes widened. Pino looked at her again and saw through her lenses, that her eyes were almost quite literally sparkling. ‘Beautiful..’ he thought before speaking, “Of course...over the past few days you’ve become quite an important person to me. I value you too much.” he spoke honestly.

Something lit inside Gretel’s chest when he heard those words, “Thank you, Pino...you’ve become important to me too..” she softly spoke. Pino swore he could die of happiness right ten and there. They two of them were like that for a bit, and he started to feel a bit nervous.

“So, you want me to show how this works?” He quickly grabbed his work. Gretel nodded; she rested her head on her hand and just smiled as she looked at Pino talking, fumbling with the device. His words weren’t quite reaching her ears as she stared at him in complete admiration. Not just for his genius mind, but for his personality that made her fall for him-

…

Oh…

...She fell for him…?

(Song to be played! highly recommended to listen!)

Gretel's smile fell for a bit as she came to terms with the new information she just told herself. She suddenly felt hot as she felt her neck and forehead. Excitement, nervousness? Whatever it was she made a quick recovery and Pino’s words came to light again. “...and the switch here has been malfunctioning a bit but I think I managed to fix it.” he looked at it seriously before standing up, “We should try it on the sand over there, maybe it will work there,” “Pino?” He turned around still talking “Yeah I know, it might not be accurate as soil but-”

And then he felt something warm on his lips. Instinctively he had closed his eyes, ‘What...did she..?’ and then the warmness overtook his body as he saw the color gold through his eyelids. Gretel slowly opened her eyes and gasped as she stood back up. His body had a golden glow that lasted for a few seconds before it died down. Gretel put a hand over her mouth in shock to what appeared before her.

Pino’s hat had fallen on the bridge’s surface, and standing before Gretel was a boy with fluffy light blond hair. The boy raised his hands as he looked at them, “Wha..” he breathed out. He touched his arms and then put a hand to his cheek before his face turned to a hopeful smile. “I’m human..?” and then Gretel saw it for the first time. His sapphire blue eyes that had tears on their edges. “Gretel..you..you broke my curse!” he beamed.

“I-I did?” she stuttered out. She had kissed him on impulse but she didn’t think that it would break his curse. Nonetheless the feelings that have been buried in her chest exploded. “You’re human again..!” she slowly smiled. Pino laughed through his tears and ran up to the red haired girl. He lifted her up and spun her around as they both laughed. Once he had put her down, Gretel was once more entranced by his beautiful eyes, she wondered why he insisted on hiding them.

“You love me?” he asked, smiling. Now that she could actually see his full face she started to see how attractive and charming he actually was. Of course he was..he is part of the F7. “I do…” she softly spoke, averting her gaze as she shyly smiled, “Do you-” “I do.” he quickly held her hands and nodded. His happy smile appeared again as he went in for one more kiss.

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“So..how are we gonna tell them?” Pino asked. They were just a few feet from the group, who had lighted a campfire they all sat around. “Um..” Gretel thought for a bit. “Just follow my lead.” and he nodded. She walked up ahead to the group as Pino followed a few steps behind her. Noki laughed as he told a story before he took a double look at the pair ahead of him. He immediately stopped talking and nudged his younger brother, “What-oh..” Kio stared. The pair looked and their eldest brother. The rest had wondered what they were looking at before they followed their gaze.

There was a gasp from someone. Silence. Gretel was about to speak before she froze up from all the eyes. “Er..”

“Did you guys-?” Merlin asked

“Yeah,” Pino slowly nodded.

Jack pointed his finger out to Gretel “And were you the one-”

“Yup,” she popped the last letter.

Snow followed, “Since when did you two-”

“Over the past few weeks,” Pino shrugged.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cry, that's so cute,” Audrey gasped as she clung onto Jack’s arm, who was equally in shock.

“You did it!” Noki and Kio ran up to their brother, who crouched down and gave them a happy hug. “Gretel..!” Hans stood up and hugged his sister. The group cheered and applauded.

Hans smiled happily as he watched. Arthur went up to him once more, “Well you’re taking this well.” he put her arm around his shoulder. Hans laughed, “What do you mean?” “Well, she was the one who broke his curse.” “And?” Arthur chuckled, “Mate, he kissed your sister.” Hans’ eyes had widened a considerable amount, enough to creep Arthur out to back away from him, as there was still a smile on Hans’ face.

“You kissed my sister?!” Hans, pushed himself through the group. They stared at him, “Well, of course they kissed, how did you think his curse got broken?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Hans..” Gretel eyed him with warning. “You, young lady, I thought I said no boyfriend till married!”

“?!”

“Hans what the hell does that even mean!?” Gretel crossed her arms as she looked down on him, literally. “Don’t talk back to your brother, and you!” his eyes went to Pino. “Um…” he stepped back a bit. “How dare you advance on her. Sterben dummkopf!” he jumped up and latched himself onto his head, attacking him with whatever means possible.

#red shoes #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #red shoes movie #rsat7d

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #342

“in this farewell, there’s no blood, there’s no alibi / ‘cuz i’ve drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies”

What’s your all-time favourite cartoon? Does anime count? In which case I'd say Fullmetal Alchemist, or the original Pokemon. If we're not including anime, then uhhhh Avatar: The Last Airbender, even though I have much more to go in the series. Have you ever taken dance lessons? What kind? Yeah, I've done a few for many years: jazz, clogging, modern, and hip hop. When did you last run and why? I literally couldn't tell you. I don't even know if I can run with the current state of my legs. My knees would probably crumple. Does your house/flat/whatever the hell you live in need cleaning? Not necessarily cleaning, but sorting. I still have boxes outside and inside my room of my stuff I need to put up somewhere... but whenever I prepare to do it, I just get so overwhelmed and shy away from it. Then there's the spare room, that's a total mess loaded with boxes and the like. Mom and I have just avoided it like the plague. Was your last relationship with a man or a woman? Woman. What do you think your next achievement will be? HOPEFULLY getting a job... Do you like mushrooms? NOOOOOOO. What dream do you remember most vividly? I'm not talking about it. Favorite kind of bread? Pumpernickel. Rabbits or hamsters? Rabbits. I've never met a nice hamster, and I just think rabbits are cuter. A movie you’ve never seen that it seems like every one else has? Harry Potter films. Favorite dog breed? I'm biased towards beagles. When was the last time you climbed a tree? Never, actually. Where I live, there aren't really many weighty trees with low branches. Just pine trees. Most common lie you tell? That I'm "fine" when I'm not. Ever seen your parents make out? Jc no, I'll take a hard pass there. Do you put your hair up a lot or down? It's too short to put up. Most of the time do you straighten or curl your hair? Neither. What piercing do you hate? I'm not a fan of cheek dermals at all, but you do you 100%. Were you raised in a religious house? Yes; I was raised Roman Catholic. Do your parents get mad when you're on the computer for hours? Mom used to for many years until I became an adult and she just realized it was in vain. I haven't lived with Dad since I was a teenager, but when my parents were together, he usually didn't say anything. Have you ever been asked for a nude picture? No, thankfully. I'd stop talking to the person immediately. What would you do if your parent hit you? I honestly feel like I'd slap them back and get the fuck out. Or just freeze in shock and cry. What's your most common mood? Stressed but distracted. Do you like poems? Yeah, usually. Ever kissed someone half-naked? Uh yeah. Have you ever been in a parade? No. Do you still play Pokémon? I play Pokemon GO, and I've actually been tempted to get out my DS and play one of the games I have (I can't remember which). I do find Pokemon games to be VERY grind-ey, though, so I can't play them for too long without getting bored. What is your favorite Pokémon? Ninetales. I also really love Espeon, though, and Charmander will always have my heart. Is there an animal you like that most people don't? Bats! :') Is there an animal that you think is overrated in terms of how it's liked? No animal is overrated. Have you ever "quit" a site and came back to it more than once? Uhhhh I don't think so. Do you have an "odd" fascination with anything? Most would probably consider "vulture culture" to be pretty weird, being drawn to dead animals and all... What's the hardest thing you've been through, & what did you learn from it? The breakup with Jason. I learned that some people make promises they aren't afraid to break, that someone can promise "forever" and not mean it, that the most unexpected can just snap their fingers and forget about you... I learned a lot. And most things, not positive. What are three "unrealistic" things you want most? 1.) To be able to financially support myself by just freelance nature photography; 2.) sooo many different kinds of pets; and 3.) to be totally rid of my mental illnesses. Do you take any daily vitamins? No, but I would if I was the one who bought groceries and stuff. I do however take Vitamin D once a week for my legs. Who are three of your favorite fictional characters of all time? JUST THREE??????? FUCK MAN idk. Uhhh well there's of course Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstache, then uhhh probably Pyramid Head. If you had to give the world a pre-existing mythological/fictional being, what would it be? Idk, I'd really need to be more educated on their lore before I made that decision. Do you have any desire to learn (a) foreign language(s)? Which? I both do and don't want to resume learning German. I got very good at it and could have basic conversations, but lack of application has slaughtered my vocabulary. Now it's like, it'd be nice to try again, but for what purpose? I don't think I'll ever actually apply it to my life, so it just seems like it'd be a load of wasted effort. But then on the other hand, I also feel that doing something you simply want to do isn't a waste of time. Idk. What is one of your firmest beliefs? Equality for all. No race, religion, whatthefuckever makes you more or less valuable than someone else. Do you have anything that keeps you from doing something you'd truly enjoy? Oh yes. Depression and anxiety, mostly. Do you work to fix your faults? Or at least, admit to them? I definitely try, and I'll certainly admit to them. How do you hope the world will change, if at all? I just want more compassion, less violence, more understanding... What is/are your view(s) on god, religion, spirituality, or relations to? In short, I believe that something sentient created the universe, and it/they/he/she/what-have-you just... let life play out from there, I think. I like to believe there's a plane of consciousness like an afterlife that exists, but if not, I don't really care. I hope the evil get what was coming to them, and the good get back what they gave, but maybe we're all better off without life after death. We'll all find out one day. Are you arachnophobic or scared of spiders in the least? Some, yes; others, not so much. This is very situational. Do you play WoW? What do you think of it either way? Haha, you're asking an avid player. I enjoy it, but not as much as I used to. At one point I was a Heroic raider, sometimes dabbling in Mythic, but now I'm just mostly a casual mount collector that likes chatting with my guildies and just doing dailies 'n shit. I owe a lot to the game, honestly; it helped me stay occupied throughout the breakup, and still today gives me something to do. What kind of computer do you have? Windows 7/Vista/XP/Other? I have an Acer Nitro with Windows 10. Are you taking any interesting classes in school/do you not attend? I'm no longer in school. If you don't attend, are you taking any "lessons" for anything? No, but I would like to join a photography course somewhere. A book/piece that has had an exceptional impact on your life? Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo just made me hate war more than I innately did. What genres of music are your favorite? Just metal as an umbrella term. Some heavy stuff, some less, some in the middle, some leaning towards other genres... but I just like metal. Do you think that fate plays a part in people's lives? No. Wouldn't "fate" just make it all... worthless? Like we're just storybook characters with a predetermined ending? What are your opinions on the media? One word: manipulative. What's a piece of technology you'd like to own? I REALLY want a PS4, especially lately. There's just a lot of games I REALLY want to play. Are you afraid of technology developing to where we're too reliant on it? We're already *too* reliant on it, which I do believe is a bad thing. I know, absolutely hysterical for me to be talking. What's your favorite odd ice cream flavor? I don't think I've ever had a truly odd ice cream flavor. There's this local place though that makes a kind that tastes JUST like s'mores, and I can fucking murder a cup of that. What's your opinion on stereotypes/labels? They're limiting and devalue uniqueness, imo. I know very, very few people who totally fit a certain stereotype, so why even bother. Like I don't care if you use them as adjectives to some extent, just don't put too much weight on them. Just be you. Do you believe that history repeats itself? It's not necessarily doomed to, but it happens sometimes, obviously. Would you rather learn from your mistakes or just undo them? Depends on the mistake. What was the most interesting class you had in school? Probably Mythology in high school. Do you write? If so, what? Yeah, meerkat role-play. And every now and again, poetry. Do you have a favorite culture? No; I'm not educated on nearly enough to pick one. Do you believe in global warming? Have you researched it? Lol no shit I do. I don't exactly think it takes much research to see with your own two eyes that it's factual. Do you prefer piercings or tattoos? Tattoos, if I had to pick. What comedy movie is your favorite? White Chicks. Have you ever meditated? Yes. Doesn't work for me. What comes to mind when you think of a great moment in your life? Realizing it was my choice to liberate myself and my happiness from my ex. He didn't and never should've carried it, because that's my right. What do you like about springtime? Aaaaall the flowers. <3 How have you handled having to stay in? It's not really different from my average day, so... How would your friends describe you? Quiet and overthinks literally everything. Have you ever hallucinated? When I was coming off a certain med in middle school, I saw black moving shadows. What (or who) is the best thing that ever happened to you? The partial hospitalization program I attended for two months following my suicide attempt. It's where I met my psychiatrist, who set my medication straight. Medicine besides though, I learned so many coping techniques and just how to deconstruct my trauma. As well as possible, anyway. What is the worst decision you ever made? Handing over the ability to make happiness for myself to another person. What is your favorite arcade game? Don't have one. Do you feel neglected? No. What school subject(s) are/were your best? English, Arts, Science. Are you allergic to pollen? Yep. What style of wedding dress do you like best? Probably ballgown. Are you over your first love? I probably never will be in complete totality. Do you always answer your phone? No. I only ever do if I recognize the number. Who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Today is actually my sister's birthday. What song is currently stuck in your head? I have Halocene's cover of "What I've Done" on a loop right now. It has me absolutely covered in goosebumps. Do you ever use coloring books? Not really anymore. Do you personally know anyone who is an author? Not to my knowledge, no. What’s your favorite kind of salsa/dip to go with tortilla chips? Just your normal, mildly hot salsa. Do you wash your car by hand or drive through a car wash? Mom's car hasn't been washed in... well, years, given its bumper. Mom worries that in a car wash, it'll be broken off (it is literally held on with a lot of zip ties and duct tape), and we ourselves don't want to wash it, so... Do you have any uncommon kitchen appliances, such as espresso machines, waffle irons, etc? I know we have one or two, but idk what they're called. What did your parents major/minor in in college, if they went? Dad never went to college. Mom changed her major a few times, but her latest was social work, I believe. Has either of their careers influenced what career you chose or want to pursue? Not at all. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Why is your least favorite season your least favorite? Because it's hot as fuck and humid. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? I don't know. Hopefully I'll start one soon when I leave PHP and pursue a job... What room in your home do you spend the least amount of time in? I'm always in my room. Do you do anything to reduce the amount of electricity you use? I feel awful admitting I do quite the opposite... Being in the dark during the day affects my depression, so I'll have my lamp (or both) on even if it's just sort of shaded inside. Are you usually open to trying a new food that you aren’t familiar with? Eh, it depends on the food. I'm not very adventurous with foods though. Do you listen to Panic! At The Disco? I do. Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? ... It wasn't "kinky," but it was a dream lmao. Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you couldn’t say it back? That's how I ended the whole Joel childishness. Which friend do you confide in most? My mom. Do you wear a cross? No. What is your favorite doughnut? That's so hard. :( Krispy Kreme's normal glazed though probably takes the cake. I also love chocolate frosted and just totally plain, though. Do you have a hot tub? If so, where is it located? No. Did you read the Twilight series, or jump on the bandwagon after the movie? Neither. Do you or your parents rake your yard? Dad did growing up. Now nobody does or needs to. Who did you last go to the movies with? Dad, I think? What color was the last vehicle you were in? White. Do you have any family members in the military right now? No. Is there a ceiling fan in the room you’re in? Yeah. Have you ever heard voices? No. If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? Sara. Do you remember the first time your first crush ever said hi to you? No. Do you ever go places with wet hair? Yeah, idc. Who is your favorite little girl? My nieces. What do you want the most in life? To feel like I made a difference, even a tiny one. If you could have anyone’s singing voice, whose would you choose? OBVIOUSLY Amy Lee's. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought that turned out to be a waste of money? *shrug* What’s something you’ve bought that turned out to be way more useful than you anticipated? Hm. Have you ever been on a ship? No. Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) Yes. Would you rather adopt or have your own child? IF I wanted kids, which I absolutely do not, I'd rather have my own. I know I'd feel a deeper connection. What would you class as cheating on someone? As soon as you do/say something you don't want your s/o to know about, you're cheating. As far as earrings go, would you rather wear hoops or studs? Studs. Do you recycle? Yes. If someone dislikes you, what is most likely to be the reason? People have thought I don't try hard enough before. Do you put a line through your "7"s? Yes. ^ What about your "Z"s? Yes. What are you most known for? My art "skill," at least irl. How do you feel about shameless self-promoting? Depends on when, where, and how. As someone who's trying to be a freelance photographer, I get that it's sadly necessary, but there are some places it's just uncalled for.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''what i've done'' by linkin park

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 6 years ago

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Stinky Love

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

ONE SHOT

Warnings: NSFW! Stay safe kiddos! No funny business till you know what you’re doing. Okay?

Word Count: It’s weird. Not bad. Not good weird. But it is weird nonetheless. I might be stuck in the middle. I want to make healthy decisions. The start of it? Hmm...let’s see...today I consciously did not get into hyperactive mode when I had nothing to do at work. I told myself it is okay to rest for ten minutes without thinking of having something in hand every second! Another thing I did was greet the guards at the entrance (Anxiety- 0 Me- 1). Oh aaaand I wrote this! Despite my block. Because someone really special requested it. :D

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Easy. Easy. Eeeeasy. EEE-"

"SHUT UP, SAM!"

"Okay."

You put your hand on your knees, trying to get some air inside your lungs while the tears basically flew into the relentless wind that tried its very best to crack open your cheeks until the blood gushed out.

"Oh fuck!" You sobbed, not knowing what to do with this poisonous feeling in your gut right before you felt the rush and out came the contents of your stomach.

Sam’s hand was already on your back making gentle upward strokes to get everything out once and for all, all the while trying his best to soothe you through the pain and embarrassment.

"Oh my God ," you cried a bit louder this time.

"Shh," Sam cut you with his soft voice, "it's okay. It's perfectly normal. It could happen to anyone. Not everyone has the stomach for...this. Here."

You took the bottle from his hand and rinsed your mouth of the toxic kick of your insides lingering in every taste bud and stood up straight- measuring the straightness of the spine with the amount your gut could take without throwing anything more out. Once you were sure of it, you sighed with ease and cut a look at Sam.

"I puked. On my shoes. Because I couldn't handle a cable car, Sam."

Sam tried to form words in his mouth but all he ended up doing was making funny faces that had no idea what they were trying to achieve. "Wel- I mean...I'm sure someone else might've"

" A CABLE CAR !"

Sam sighed and took your hand, walking away from the snowy edge towards the gazebo resting on the hilltop that was one way of him sheltering you from the cold winter breeze trying to ruin your perfect cheeks. The wooden chairs had fluffed Tibetan cushions and a corner by the thick cement pillar to sit over the traditionally made mattresses and enjoy the fire from the fire pit kept in the centre of it all. He took you by the corner and sat down with you.

"I am pretty sure something was wrong with that cable car, babe. Even I'm feeling a little weird in the stomach," he assured you and wiped away those precious tears off your face gently, not taking his stubborn eyes off you till he was sure you believed him.

"Liar," you muttered, your voice still broken from all the crying, your body pushing itself closer to Sam, who was more than happy to wrap his arms around you. "Don't you dare tell the rest about this. Or I swear to God, Samuel Thomas Wilson, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Sam suppressed his giggles but his eyes were giving away the humour they found when those brown eyes saw the cuteness that erupted out of you whenever you threatened him. Hell, he'd been turned on on more than one occasion when you'd been trying to fight him, never taking the situation where it was supposed to go.

"Okay. Yeah. I can promise you that. Sure." Sam shrugged and nodded, his smile growing wider with every second when he could see your nose flare up at the thought of finding your misery so funny.

So he kissed your nose.

"Stop it," you groaned, scrunching your nose, "I stink."

"Oh," Sam tilted his head, "no you don't," and ended up kissing your cheek before moving to your jaw and then down your neck, nearly catching your sweet spot till you wiggled and closed yourself like a touch-me-not at his caress and giggled. " Staahaap ! Stop it! I really do stink." And to not give his sex-brain an edge over you, you got up and stood three feet apart from him, smirking with victory.

Sam exhaled. And for some reason, you could see that familiar heavy gaze in his melting eyes- the very gaze that meant he was wondering, of all the ways to turn you on in such a way that you just couldn't resist.

Oh no.

"Sooo," he nearly whistled the word, "if you don't drink anymore, you won't stop running away from my sloppy kisses."

Okay...this is a trap.

This definitely has to be a trap.

"Whatcha say, Y/N?"

Trap. Trap. Trap.

"Yeah sure. Why not. But I don't see a way of getting out of this stink filled clothes and boots any time soon. We're four hour's hike away from Tony's summer house. And the weather doesn't look like a good time to travel."

You stood there, quite proud of yourself at counting down all the possible ways he could get his expert hands on you- damn those hands, they really know how to work you. There was no way out of here unless by some miracle-

"Friday," Sam announced out of nowhere, lounging back onto the seat, "give us some privacy, would you?"

What?

"Wait-"

"Here you go, Mr Wilson," Friday's voice echoed through the gazebo before you saw walls rising up from the stones in the ground- with fucking windows at that- and tiny partitions divided that space to welcome- out of the ground like some grand revelation- a cosy bed in one corner with a shower attached in the wall across the glass partition. The fireplace crackled to life and warm lights flooded this small yet unimaginably comfortable little place.

"Would you like some music?" Friday asked politely.

"Yes, please," Sam announced, quite proud of himself, "put on something slow and sexy for my woman here."

You looked at him, eyes filled with equal amounts of shock and appreciation.

"You knew ," you mention, "that's why you brought me here."

"It was hard getting some alone time with you back at Tony's place. Of course, I had to get you away from there."

And that's why I love you.

You took a step towards him before going back, making Sam raise his brow in questioning confusion.

"I really want to kiss you right now but I would hate myself if you smell all the vomit on me."

"Okaaaay..." He sang softly while getting up and closing the distance between the two of you, his fingers undoing the zipper of your jacket, "how about we get that stink off you so that I can kiss you as much as I want you."

And as soon as your head nodded an approval, a slow dance began to get you- and him- out of the clothes.

The jacket and sweater were already on the floor when you were moving away from the little living room space towards the bedroom and bathroom space, Sam helping you out of your blue t-shirt- his favourite- and folding it neatly before putting it on the bed.

You, on the other hand, had already got him half-naked, reaching for his belt but not quick enough for he already had his thumbs hooked into your jeans, twirling you to get his hands on your bra, unhooking it to let it go of your breaths, kissing your shoulders as he does so.

"Wha-hey!" You tried to refrain from giving in. "That's not our deal!"

You could feel the vibrations of Sam's chuckle on your shoulder, his hands already done with the jeans, sliding them down your legs with a little help from you. You were throwing the pair away when Sam pressed the shower controls, letting a gush of effectively warmed water hit you with the right amount of pressure. You turned around to catch your boyfriend in his boxers, wiping away his face of the stray water beads before reaching for the shower gel by the slot in the wall.

His hands massaged your muscles in the shoulders, your arms and stomach and then took the help of the loofah to make foam up his work. Soon enough, every last trace of the stink along with fatigue was gone, washed away by the water, the stench of gory sickness leaving you to be replaced by a wave of everything fresh.

It was a task to get Sam away from you just so he could let you brush your teeth- thanks to Stark's complimentary toiletries- but you somehow did escape his arms to get that bit done and wrap yourself in a robe and walk out into the bedroom.

The bed was too enticing after that five-hour hike and your legs did not have the energy to do anymore. Though watching Sam's lusty eyes, you felt he had some other plans.

"Sam, babe, I know this-"

"Shhhh..." He was already on the bed, shushing you by his fingers before planting a light kiss on your lips and planting himself behind you on the bed where you sat. "Let me help you get rid of it."

His hands picked up a slow, sensual pace, grinding his thumbs into your shoulders and back, letting them feel the pain, winding up the fatigue itself before releasing the grip to make everything feel five times lighter than before. Your moans were just a bonus, which, it's quite obvious to say, was turning Sam on, making him leave deep kisses where his touch would leave marks where the pain left and relief entered.

"I-ahh didn't know I could get turned o-oohhh-on by a massage!"

Yup. Your words were becoming an incoherent slur just as time passed by and his hands were finding there way down your waist, forcing you to lie down and let your body enjoy the much-needed love and sweet sweet torture.

"Oh...but I'm just getting started, pumpkin," he announced before slapping your butt cheek and turning you on your back and opening your legs.

"Well, who am I to say no to excellent service," you shrugged and pressed your lips to prevent the cheeky smirk about to land on your face while Sam chuckled and kissed your thighs, leaving wet kisses and nibbles on his way to your core.

His hot breath was your undoing. His touch dropped every last chain of restraint while his tongue called the Goddess of sex to come out and play.

And play, they did. The best concert on your aroused instrument, his tongue the professional conductor, knowing which swing and twirl of his will bring the perfect symphonies out of you, making you writhe under him with rising pleasure that was the quickest high on record.

"Sam," his name was coming out as a breathless chant from your lips, your hands finding his hair while his tried to keep your hips in place. "Please," the Goddess was begging to let the waves rise above the dams to let the floodgates be opened, either way, the high wanted to end with a thundering roar.

The moans grew louder once his fingers found your sweet spots and his tongue worked its magic around your clit. The tightness of your walls around him were telling him to increase the pace, making the Goddess dance with pleasure unknown before. The torrents rose, taking all your senses with them before breaking with a bang, their echoes coming after as Sam made sure he let you enjoy every last drop of nature's nectar.

Breathless.

Both you and him.

He flumped into the mattress beside you, watching your flushed face with a chuckle.

"How ya feelin'"

"...lucky?"

The walls vibrated with his laughter. Sam turned to you, picking the box of tissues- luxurious, of course; thank you, Stark- from the bedside table to help clean up the mess before taking you in his arms and wrapping you both in the duvet.

You kissed him. Once. Twice. Thrice. Okay, just one last time , because the number of kisses you wanted to shower him with was not enough.

"Okay, alright, sweetheart," Sam stated, taking another love-filled kiss from you, "your eyes are half open and you are on the edge of falling into a coma if you don't sleep right this second."

You groan. "Lemme kiss youuuuhhh."

Wrapping you in his arm, bringing you closer to his warm chest, Sam planted a peck your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, honey."

You yawned, tickling his chest with your breath. Your body bringing itself closer to his for the attractive abundance of love and warmth, your lips wearing a smile at the thought of him loving you even when you were a stinky mess.

"I love you, Samuel Thomas Wilson."

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N."

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islelight · 6 years ago

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' you're beautiful. '

unprompted // @heartslight

ORDINARILY SHE’D THINK A PARTY of this size & caliber is unnecessary . she’s not fond of big parties in general & prefers to spend time with just a select few of her friends . but today is the exception . in fact if it hadn’t been as big of a party as it is she’d feel sora had been disrespected . after all the world , the worlds deserves to see him , celebrate him , celebrate his return .

EVEN SO SHE FEELS HERSELF feeling slightly uneasy at the moment . she feels very out of place in the swarms of people surrounding her . this is perhaps ironic considering it’s her home the party’s being hosted in . kairi & her parents had figured it’d be easiest to hold a large party at their estate as it’s one of the largest homes on the islands . otherwise they’d have to rent out some place . understandably having her home be filled with dozens of people most of them strangers makes the place feel considerably less homey . the fact that this party had been organized to be a formal event doesn’t help matters either .

SHE’S NEVER BEEN FOND of formal events despite being incredibly familiar with them because of them perhaps . she’s had to attend fancy town gala’s as the mayor’s daughter . she finds the atmosphere incredibly stifling & boring . the atmosphere here is similar though slightly better as occasionally she’ll come across one of her friends & will be momentarily saved from the boring conversations from the townspeople wanting her attention . she hasn’t seen sora yet however . she wonders if he’s late arriving or he’s simply also being surrounded by hoards of people wanting his attention .

SHE’S DOING HER BEST to look like she’s enjoying herself in front of any townspeople . it’s always been her job to make a good impression as the daughter of the mayor . though if she’s feeling honest she’s feeling herself start to fade in enthusiasm . it’s been over three hours now & she feels herself growing sweaty in the pink floor length dress she’s wearing ( thank god she chose a sleeveless dress otherwise she’d be sporting sweat stains for sure ) . none of her friends are in sight & the heels she’s wearing have long since grown uncomfortable on the hard marble floor . she needs out .

SO SHE DECIDES TO MAKE her escape , making a very poor excuse to the people conversing with her ( she can’t even remember what she said now . something about having cramps in her throat ??? ) before swiftly exiting out one of the back doors . she feels her feet pound as she walks . god she’s gotta get these torture devices off of her .

SHE’S FOUND HERSELF on the wrap around patio of the house . almost immediately after stepping outside she throws off her shoes with a great sigh of relief . she’s never liked wearing heels or anything else fancy for that matter . it’s a wonder she’s been able to survive this long constantly attending town events . dropping her shoes beside her she crashes into one of the big lawn chairs resting on the porch before starting to undo the small updo in her hair her mother had done several hours prior . she’ll probably get in trouble for ditching the party so early but at the moment she couldn’t care less . all she cares about is her own comfort & looking at the night sky above her .

SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE TIME to herself for very long however for just a minute or two later she hears a quiet cough to the side of her . she jolts slightly in surprise before whipping her head around to see sora standing before her . he’s got a sort of knowing grin on his face , dressed in a royal blue suit & red tie ( though at the moment the jacket is in his hands & the tie is undone & hanging from his neck ) . “ tired ? ” he asks in a tone that tells her he already knows the answer .

INSTANTLY KAIRI’S EXHAUSTED EXPRESSION brightens into a joyful smile . ❛ sora ! ❜ she gasps , about to lift herself from her seat before realizing her feet hurt far too much for her to be able to stand right now . instead she just looks at him with mixed gratefulness & adoration . so , sora’s been hanging out here . that would explain why she hadn’t seen him all night . she wonders how long he’s been out here . regardless she’s happy to have his company ( as she always is )

SORA PLOPS HIMSELF DOWN in the empty chair beside her , throwing his jacket over the back before turning his attention to her . it’s only when he sits beside her that kairi notices that his hair as well as everything else is slightly damp & dripping water in some places . her brows furrow in confusion . she really hopes he wasn’t doing what she thinks he was doing . she doubts his mother will be happy to know he decided to take a dip in the ocean in his nice suit . before she gets around to asking sora answers her question herself , a self confident grin across his face . “ the water’s nice tonight . ”

�� KAIRI FINDS HERSELF LAUGHING despite herself & the full knowledge that sora will likely be dead by his mother’s hand . perhaps also laughing at the sheer absurdity she’s also laughing at his expense . ❛ you know your mom isn’t going to be happy about that . ❜ she makes a gesture to the suit & sora shrugs , “ i know , i just couldn’t stand it in there any longer . it’s sooo boring . why didn’t we just make it a pizza party like i suggested ? ”

SHE LAUGHS AGAIN thinking of all the stuffy destiny island politicians circled over a table of pizza . ❛ well y’know it’s not a real party if you’re not stuffing yourself in a fancy clown suit & heels & talk to a bunch of boring people for hours . ❜ her voice drips as much sarcasm as sora’s hair drips water . she’s glad her mother can’t hear her right now or she’d scold her for being rude . she pauses before gesturing to the dress she’s wearing . ❛ i mean look at this thing ? there’s so much of it ! i feel like i’m drowning . ❜

TO HER SURPRISE sora’s smile falters a moment as he takes a better look at her . the moment goes as quickly as it came however when his smile returns . “ i don’t know … you’re definitely the prettiest clown i’ve ever seen . ”

AT HIS WORDS HER HEART STOPS for a moment , her eyes widening as she feels her face heat up in embarrassment . she’s not used to sora being so honest when it comes to things like this . then again sora’s not really the same boy now as the scrawny boy who wanted to take a raft with her & riku . a lot has changed & yet everything that really matters has stayed the same . he’s still sora & she’s still kairi just as the night sky & the ocean beneath it remain the same after all these years .

❛ SORA … ❜ she whispers , her heart pounding in her chest , ❛ — you really mean that ? ❜ he nods & kairi can just barely see the blush across his cheeks . “ ‘course i do . you’re beautiful . ” his last words come out a little quieter & shyer than the rest & kairi feels the urge to kiss him just like she did when they were reunited about a week prior .

& SO SHE DOES , leaning in from her seat & pressing a soft kiss to his lips . she still feels slightly nervous doing so . they haven’t really talked about what exactly they are at this point therefore kairi’s unsure of whether it’s okay to do things like this . sora doesn’t pull away though so perhaps that’s the only clue she needs to know of that they’re at least more than friends .

AFTER A MOMENT SHE PULLS AWAY , feeling a little breathless as she sits back in her chair again . she finds herself grinning in giddiness , her entire face flushed as she abruptly rises to her seat . ❛ y’know — i could go for a dip in the ocean too . ❜ she looks over at sora who’s equally as flushed , her grin widening as she offers a hand for him to take . ❛ you coming with ? ❜

THE SMILE SORA GIVES HER is massive as he nods , taking her hand in his . together they move off from the porch & onto the sandy beach. their speed only hastens as they eagerly move towards the water , practically sprinting as they go . they don’t ever let go of each other until the jump into the water .

#heartslight #* // MESSAGES IN A BOTTLE ( asks. )#* // FOR IN THE HEART IS WHERE THE SKY MEETS THE SEA & WHERE YOU AND I SHALL BE ( heartslight. )#* // SHE SURVIVED BUT AT WHAT COST ( v5. )#i like kinda hate this but its whatever #also you can click the link to see what her dress looks like bc i decided to be extra and google dresses for an hour #long post

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onlystatic · 7 years ago

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CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MITHC SEASON 3

Sooo something awful happened in Season 3, Episode 5, and I had to fix it. I haven’t felt compelled to write about these two since the end of the first season several years ago, and for some reason they are still the only characters that I’ve ever been inspired to write this sort of stuff about. I know what happens in the book, but I agree with what others have said, that they consider book Joe and show Joe to be two separate incarnations. Call me a hopeless romantic, but it just seemed like such a waste of his character development and potential storyline. So I fixed the scene...

"I'm sorry," Juliana said. The words hung empty between them. Joe's hostility was concerning, but she could tell by the way he turned his body to block his face that he was finally being honest with her. He was still hiding something, but she had clearly struck a nerve, and that was something to work with.

She lowered her purse to the floor, never taking her eyes from him, and inched closer. He stiffened and tried to lean away from her, but she slipped her hands behind his neck and pressed her forehead against his. He didn't try to resist her, and in fact she could feel the tension draining from his shoulders under her embrace. He savored every second of her touch, and as much as he was irritated with her for prodding at him, he wrapped his arms around her to draw her up against himself.

His vision went blurry with tears before he could think to stop them. Holding her had never stopped feeling like a cruel dream that he wasn't allowed to keep. He hated having to deceive her like this, to be right back where they started with all of the lies and duplicity, but his reconditioning would allow for no margin of error. Juliana moved to brush one of the tears away, and he looked at her. That was when everything… shifted. It was similar to all of the other visions Juliana had experienced while watching the films, only this wasn't just one alternate reality she had stumbled into, but multiple, all at once. Every time and place her and Joe had ever met, every smile and first kiss, every time they had made love, and every time he had killed her. Every time she had killed him. Hundreds of thousands of moments played out like multiple exposures in a shattered kaleidoscope, refracting and overlapping, crashing into the emotions that were dragged along behind. All of the joy, the fear, the pain and sorrow, the love, it was always them, and it always ended the same way. Blood. Collapsing under its own weight to settle in her chest, Juliana had to remind herself to breathe as reality shifted back again. She felt as if she had just been dissected, picked apart, and only mostly reassembled, and struggled to maintain the contents of her stomach.

Joe had obviously suffered the same experience. Shaking and gasping for air, he stared at her, eyes wide with panic and horror. She tried to think of something to comfort him, but instead she watched the color drain from his face as he began to process what had just happened. "Oh God," he breathed. He could feel pieces of himself, already barely patched back together by his reeducation, crumbling, fraying into paper thin fragments like all of the pieces of their lives that he had just absorbed, and there was nothing left inside to hold onto. There was only blood, and the deep black schism that was waiting to swallow him at the end.

"Oh my God," his face slick with tears, he started to lose his balance on legs that were no longer his own. But Juliana was there, holding him up.

"Hey! Hey, it's okay, it's -"

"No, no it isn't!" He tried to push her away. "It isn't - oh God, I'm a killer Juliana! It was me!" He was almost shouting now.

A shiver wriggled like a cold finger down her spine. "What?"

"I'm a killer, an assassin! That's why Himmler let me live. He forced me to kill my father, and now he has me eliminating high profile targets! I'm supposed to kill Tagomi, that's why I'm here! Oh God," the last few words were barely coherent through the sobbing.

Chills raced up and down Juliana's body, fear and outrage pounding through her heart. She wasn't entirely surprised, but it was still a shock to hear him say the words. She drew back from him, and he reached out and snatched her arm. His grip was hard enough to hurt. "Please don't go," he said.

Without thinking, her eyes flicked to her purse lying a few feet away, and the gun tucked away inside. It was a split second glance, but Joe still caught it, and realization sank into his face. "Do it," his eyes and face were still wet, but a stillness came over him. He let go of her arm and lifted his head in defiance "Do it! It's either me or you. And it's better than living as - as - whatever I am now. Just please -" the words caught in his throat again. "Please don't go."

Juliana looked at him, and it was just like seeing him again for the first time in Canon City. The man in the Nazi uniform was gone, exposing all that was left underneath. Yes, he was vulnerable and broken - and a killer, but so was she. Remnants of memories and decisions from alternate timelines tried to take root between her thoughts, but she plucked them out as quickly as they came. She was still angry and hurt that he had been trying to manipulate her, but she understood why. She could kill him, and maybe she should, but the man slumped over before her was no longer a threat, and he was staring at her like she was the last thing that mattered in the world.

It was always them, in countless lifetimes and countless worlds, pulled together by some force neither of them could hope to comprehend. She wasn't sure if she was in love with him or in love with the idea of what he could be, but it was something so absolute and undeniable in that moment that it was difficult to even look away from him. It was always them, but maybe it didn't have to end the same way.

"Please," he whispered. "I can't - I can't lose you again, Juliana. Please don't -"

Surrendering to the pull was like diving headfirst into the current of a rushing river. She threw herself back into his arms, almost knocking him off his feet, and stopped his mouth with a kiss "I'm not going anywhere,"

Joe was a bit caught off guard at first, and although he returned her passion with equal measure, he kept apologizing whenever she let him catch a breath. He knew that no amount of apologies could ever heal it all completely, but he desperately wanted to try. However, Juliana just kept shaking her head and telling him to stop.

Relenting, he cradled her face in his hands, following her mouth with his, pushing his tongue deeper to match hers. She broke away briefly to kiss his neck, and he let his hands slide to the small of her back to undo her dress, pulling it off of her shoulders to crumple on the floor. Her fingers fumbled on the buttons of his shirt as he ran his hands down over her curves to grab at her hips. Pressing her against him and lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around him and twisted her fingers into his hair.

With every ragged breath their bodies begged for each other, the momentum that had shoved them over the edge only growing in intensity the closer they came. And although they had made love before, this time was different. They both felt it. Their first time in her apartment had been wonderful of course, but it had also been hollow somehow, propped up by passion and deception, each of them searching for the weak spots in the other. This, however, was something else entirely, and something neither of them had ever felt before. There was nothing separating them anymore, no grimy mess of fear, no shame or regret. Torn open and stripped apart, they understood now what they meant to each other, and the rest of the world was inconsequential by comparison. Everything that they weren't allowed to feel before reverberated through them like an echo of a crescendo.

He stripped off her shift over her head. She helped him with his belt. They could feel the bed under them when they fell, landing in a tangle of limbs and skin, flushed with vertigo. For what felt like hours, they lost themselves in each other, in the frantic rhythm of their hearts eroding away at the center of it all. Two opposing forces, such as they were, entwined and indistinguishable. The further they went, the hazier the alternate timelines became, like a crack spreading across a mirror reflecting all they had ever thought they lost. Their fingers knotted together as the sheets parted on either side of them. He buried his face in her neck. She tightened her legs around his sides, and they clung to one another as it all unraveled around them. "I love you," he gasped as it came to an end.

"I love you," she replied, smoothing the muscles along his back.

Neither of them remembered pulling apart or falling asleep, but they both awoke some time later with the late evening light slanting through the windows. Juliana woke up first, eyes blurry and chest brimming with panic when she didn't recognize her surroundings. The garishly patterned wallpaper and cigarette stained lampshades were disconcerting and all too real. Joe stirred beside her, hair falling across his forehead, and had to blink at her several times before he realized that he wasn't dreaming. He actually had not dreamed at all, which was unusual. Normally it was the same nightmare that haunted him every time he closed his eyes, but instead it came seeping back in now the longer he looked at her. He searched her face apprehensively, and saw that she seemed to be considering the same things. There were no words between them, but she nodded as she acknowledged the vision they had shared, and the awful things that he had confessed to her. There was indeed a sliver of her old self that had thought about running, but she also understood that they had moved beyond that now, and she could tell by the amount of shame and desperation that he was struggling to contain behind his eyes, that he would not survive if she left him like this. She didn't think that she would either.

Before anything could be said, she slipped back under the sheets and curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. His relief was as palpable as his pounding heart as his arms encircled her. He instantly relaxed, pressing his face into her hair with a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes and wished they were anywhere but here. This room, with its thin walls and acrid smell of sweat and stale perfume, was a sickly reminder of all of the things Joe had been hiding from her, and she hated it. Instead, she focused on the thumping tempo of his heart, and the way his body fit against hers. Juliana had always felt safe in his arms, ever since he had held her together that night on the bridge when her whole world was falling apart. Even before she knew why. And she had always been Joe's center, the only place that he belonged. He had known the moment he saw her that day in Canon City that he needed to protect her, even before he understood the significance of the films and their connection to them. And later, during his imprisonment in Berlin, he had thought about her every single day. He hadn't been lying to her earlier when he had told her that she was the reason he never gave up hope.

His heartbeat began to slow along with her breathing, and that was when Joe realized something else. For the first time since Berlin, his mind was quiet, with none of the Nazi reconditioning slogans blaring through his head like an air raid siren, where they had previously been drowning out his thoughts whenever he was alone with them. It was unbelievable, and their absence honestly made him feel more whole again, as if the last hidden door to that four by six cell he had spent so many months in had finally been opened.

He traced over the curve of her shoulder, and smiled in spite of himself. "I don't think I've slept that well in -" he paused to think, but couldn't come up with an adequate word. "- awhile."

Juliana raised her head to smile back at him, and he kissed her forehead.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, only he hadn't said it. Not this version of him anyway. They both thought that it was another vision at first, except that it wasn't. It was more like a film strip had been laid over them, over reality, and they could both watch and experience what was happening simultaneously.

"Juliana, what -" Joe was sitting upright in bed now, muscles tense and trembling.

The room around them flickered and jumped forward like a faulty cut in the reel. Joe, or rather the other version of him, was now standing, fully dressed, beside the bed, and threatening Juliana with her own gun. She could feel the terror of her other self. Even though the gun was not pointed at her, it was like being held underwater in a dream, where the water wasn't real but you still couldn't breathe.

The other Joe was shoving the gun in her face. "First you're going to take me to Tagomi. And then you're going to take me to the man in the castle." Out of the corner of her eye, Juliana could see her Joe mouthing along with the words as if in a trance.

"I think I'm going to be sick," the other Juliana said, and pushed past him to stumble into the bathroom.

The scene lurched forward again to the other Juliana in the bathroom, turning on the faucet to mask the sound of her digging through Joe's belongings. Now Juliana really did think she was going to be sick, because she somehow knew what her other self was looking for.

"No, no, no," she started whispering over and over.

She felt it in her hand. The other Joe broke through the door behind her.

"Why aren't you dressed?" he said, and reached out for her.

"No!" Juliana shut her eyes, but the scene refused to stop.

The other version of her turned and slashed across his throat with the straight razor. The other Joe fell back, confused, and raised his hands to his throat. Blood poured out from between his fingers. He tried to breathe, to scream, but all that came out was a strangled gurgling. Her Joe could scream, however, falling out of the bed and clutching at his throat. There was blood everywhere, and the other Juliana stood there watching him die. Then, as abruptly as the playback of this alternate timeline had started, it stopped, leaving them horrified and reeling in its wake.

Joe staggered to his feet, cautiously pulling his hands away from his throat and still expecting to see blood there, but there was none. No blood, no gun, no razor. The sickening thoughts and feelings that had been spliced over their own receded quickly, but still lingered like the afterimage from a strobe light for far too long. None of it was real, they knew that. But had it been? Would it be? He couldn't bear to look at her until he was sure it had completely dissipated, and even then it was impossible not to think about how the blood had tasted in his throat.

"You, you - how could -"

"That wasn't me, Joe,"

"Juliana, what -" he swallowed, trying to catch his breath. "What the fuck was that?"

She shook her head. "I - I don't know. I think we might have - changed something."

He threw up his hands in exasperation. "But what does that mean? Changed what, exactly? The timeline? The world? Fate?"

"Maybe," a hint of a smile flirted at the edges of her mouth, and as confused as he was, he recognized the hope in her eyes.

"How?"

She shrugged. "Does it matter?"

He decided that it didn't.

"God, this is so crazy," he rubbed his throat again absently. "Well, I don't know about you, but I've definitely had enough of all that shit for this lifetime."

It was supposed to be a joke, but there wasn't much to laugh about. He needed to hold her against him again, and was gathering himself in an effort to finally try returning to the bed, when the heavy black briefcase on the desk across the room caught his eye. Even the shadow of it was repulsive. It was a weight around his neck, a vessel for all of the darkness they had coaxed out of him, and for a moment he considered tossing it through the nearest window. But then he thought of something better, a way to destroy everything that it meant.

He glanced back at Juliana, and then walked over to the desk. He lifted the lid, doing his best to ignore the phone's bone white receiver, and the fact that he had been speaking to Himmler only a few hours before. He ran his fingers along the underside of the lid, pressing at the corners until he felt a click, and then pulling it outwards. He reached inside this secret compartment, pulled out a stack of folders and papers, and carried it over to the bed.

"This is everything," he said as he handed them to her.

They felt much heavier than they looked in her hand. "Joe, you don't have to -"

"Yes, yes I do," he sank back down into the pillows next to her. "I don't ever want to have any secrets from you. Ever again."

She sifted through them, and he watched her intently, still unsure of how she would react. Most of it meant nothing to her, although she could tell that they were plans and correspondence of some sort. The folders, on the other hand, were more disturbing. They were dossiers compiled by what looked like the Kempeitai, and she recognized the photos as the two Nazi officers who had been gunned down in their homes. She paused at the last folder, letting her hands toy at the edges, because she already knew what she would see. Flipping it open to reveal Minister Tagomi's photo, it was like pieces of the emotions she had felt before were missing, and she was relieved that it didn't affect her as much as she had thought it would. It reminded her more of reading a work of fiction, something distant and unrelated to her that would never happen.

She looked over at Joe, and he was not handling it quite as well. His jaw clenched rhythmically, barely holding back more tears. "I almost did it,"

"But you didn't," Juliana said. "And that's not you anymore."

Joe wiped at his eyes and looked away.

The next paper she picked up from the pile was a folded map, and she almost discarded it, but as she turned it over to set it aside, she noticed that some of the terrain looked familiar. She unfolded it further in disbelief. It was the same map of Pennsylvania that she had been studying at her apartment. Several locations were marked and circled, and one of them was "Lackawanna," she hadn't meant to say it out loud. "Joe, this is -"

"Yeah,"

"What is this place?" she asked. "What's so important there?"

Joe sighed and rubbed at his throat again. "Himmler and Mengele, they think they've found something there. Some sort of doorway."

"A doorway?"

"To other worlds, other realities," he shook his head. "They want to use it to conquer… everything."

Juliana felt a fresh set of fleshless fingers closing around her throat. Her mind raced through all of the potential implications, and none of them could be allowed to happen. Helplessness was swallowed up by a shell of resolve.

Curious, Joe asked. "How do you know about it?"

"I-I saw it in a -"

"A dream, that's right, I remember you saying that."

"No, no, it wasn't a dream," she said. "I saw it in a film."

Joe hesitated, and almost didn't ask. "What did you see? What was on this film?"

She smirked at him. "I thought you had had enough of all this shit,"

He chuckled and gave her that look.

She took a deep breath and let it replay in her mind for probably the millionth time. "We're both there, only I'm a prisoner, a test subject I think, and you're in uniform. There are other people there too, Nazis, and you're leading me down this dark tunnel. There's a light somewhere at the end, and you stop to talk to someone, maybe an officer. Then you walk back towards me and raise your gun. You tell me to trust you, and then," she shifted uncomfortably and lowered her head. "You shoot me and then yourself."

Joe was staring out across the room as if he had seen a ghost. "That's not- How is that possible? That's the same dream I have every night,"

Juliana turned toward him to reassure him, and when she shifted the sheets, something small and round skittered out from between the papers, rolling and glinting in the light. She picked it up, and then almost dropped it again when she realized what it was. It was the same pin that the assassins at the farmhouse had been wearing, adorned with a symbol that resembled a "Y" with an added line in the middle.

"I've seen this before,"

"On the men that tried to kill you at the farmhouse in Colorado?" it was a statement more than a question.

She wanted to ask him how he knew about that, but all she could do was nod.

"It means Lebensborn," he said, spitting out the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "It was a Nazi breeding program."

Disoriented, she simply stared at him and waited for him to offer more of an explanation. He plucked the pin from her hand and held it out like an infected needle. "It means I was a part of it. It means I was bred to serve the Reich. That I was bred for this," and he gestured at the folders and papers spilled across the bed, wishing he could carve out the disgust that clotted in his chest. "I found out when I went to Berlin."

Juliana didn't know what to say. So many secrets, it was hard to know how to make sense of it all, digging through the ashes of so many lies. At least this one was not his fault, although she could tell that he still blamed himself anyway. This broken world had already destroyed so much of what she loved. Clenching her fists, she wished more than anything that she could erase what they had done to him, everything they had used him for, all of the pain and self-loathing and scars that she would never see. In that moment, she wanted to burn the whole goddamn Reich to the ground for him.

"This is who I am, Juliana," he said solemnly.

"No!" she reached over and grabbed the pin, pitching it across the room and as far away from them as she could manage. Then she turned and shoved at the papers, sending some of them off the edge of the bed. "No, it's not! Not anymore! It doesn't have to be! We both know better than that!"

Stunned and touched by her sudden anger, Joe extended his arms to her and let his hands curl around her waist. She resisted at first, wanting to let it simmer. Wanting him to be angry too. Then he smiled at her. "It's okay, Juliana," Everything was far from okay, but somehow hearing him say those words extinguished all of her fury and doubt. He caught her as she collapsed into him, kissing him feverishly and clinging to the hope she had felt earlier. The hope that they had changed things.

After a few moments she pulled back slightly, leaving their faces brushing against one another. "You told me once that you believed in people, not causes," she whispered breathlessly. "I know that was real. I never stopped believing in you."

She nestled into a spot under his chin, and he hugged her tighter. "And I always believed in you, Juliana. You saved me, you're still saving me. Over and over,"

There was more to it than that, so much more, but neither of them knew how to put it into words. He had saved her from the Fascists, she had saved him from the Resistance, and now they were both saving themselves from each other.

They laid there, curled up together, their clothes still discarded on the floor, and let the room darken around them. The shadows stripped all of the color from the walls like a slow bleed, dissolving into a heavy stormcloud void that was all too familiar. Almost like the tunnel in the mine. The streetlights wavered on the ceiling in brassy smears, and the quiet static of other worlds vibrated through the windows like the melody of a half remembered song. Joe unconsciously hummed along. Shivering, her breath trembled against his chest. He pulled the sheets up over her, his hand smoothing out her hair.

"We can stop them," her voice sounded much more fragile in the dark. "We can stop all of it. Together. We have to, Joe."

Joe shifted underneath her. "They'll come after us, Juliana. They'll hunt us."

She smiled. "Just like old times, right?"

"That's right," he laughed, and they hung onto each other and dreamed of being back at the mine again. This time, however, instead of being trapped inside, they were standing above it on a nearby hill, watching it crumble and burn to ashes beneath a new sunrise.

Bonus scene: Joe punches Frank in his stupid fucking face. And Wyatt/Liam too for good measure. The End.

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Im reading pt2 and I knowww he's gotta keep her safe but him pretty much controlling her life is kind or scary and manipulating. I keep tryna remind myself that it's because she could literally get murdered but still it makes me feel uncomfortable :/

I HAVE REGONE THROUGH THE FIC AND HAVE MADE SOME POINTS SO THAT READING CAN BE MORE ENJOYABLE FOR YOUTHESE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE FIC SO IF YOU HAVENT READ AND DONT WANT TO SEE THEN DONT PROCEED•Harry agrees to what Y/N wants to do several times in the fic and even says a variation of “whatever you want” and “that’s okay yeah” the second being when she asks him if she can sleep with her pants off in //his// room (which is a given she’d need to ask, like anyone) •their “date” is what Y/N wants to do, and he doesn’t say no to it!! hes like “that’s a good idea! they walk as equals where they go, harry buys Y/N things not only because he wants to see her in them (which is partially the reason) but because she won’t buy it for herself and he does have extra money lying around — this is around the time he’s trying to ignore his feelings so he’s doing little things that he can to express it without //expressing it// you know? and the only time he’s truly controlling over the date is near the end when he thinks someone might’ve been there to stalk and/or try to take yn •harry takes y/n with him because he and his father had been doing business with them for a long while and know how they operate, so, by the end of the fic when you see that given the chance to fuck with y/n the man who had come banging at her door did, you understand his reasoning and motives a lot more. he admits somewhere in the first and second that someone he’d liked before had gotten hurt getting mixed up in all of the gang shit and it hurts him thinking about it so he does everything he can think to to keep her safe•YN goes along with things not because she’s scared to say no to harry, she’s scared of everything in general!! if you were suddenly thrown into a situation with a person you trust telling you it isn’t safe for you to be anywhere by yourself on account that someone wants to hurt you so that it hurts the person, then i think the last thing you’d want to do is fuck around and ignore everything. Plus!! its not like she’s being held captive; he lets her control the TV, she has free range of the house but chooses to spend her time with him the majority of the day, shows that she gets nervous when he isn’t around and harry can tell from when he’d gone to do business and she’d stayed up late to make sure he got home •several times does he tell her to tell him what he can do to make her stay at the safe house more comfortable and nice for her. he also expresses several times that he is so worried that y/n would be scared of him or think he’s a bad person and does everything he can to undo that image that he’d originally constructed for himself •Harry still keeps the food that y/n likes in mind so he isn’t being a tyrant when it comes to that entirely. However he is a health nut and wants y/n to be full and healthy. Is he strongly against sweets and snack foods that aren’t fruit? yes! but periodically through the fic he’s keeping more in the house because she likes them•a total of two times does he ask why she isn’t asleep or going to sleep, not because he wants to control her sleeping schedule but because he’s been more or less living with her and has noticed a pattern in her habits “While they sat that night, with her sunk closer to him than she’d ever been before, startling herself awake a few times and pressing herself up further on the cushion only to sink back in. He’s not sure why she’s fighting sleep so hard – it’s nearly 1AM and he’s absolutely knackered, so he knows she has to be – and she’s usually so easy on turning in early-ish. Harry stays up though because he figures she wants to stay up and he doesn’t want to leave her in the den alone, but finally, after”so when there is an alteration he’s confused and concerned and worries so he asks •harry says no to the club only after what happened on their date and because he deems it unsafe and he’s scared! but yn tells him to come with them, he doesn’t order it, and when he says that he wants her to stay in his sight, near him, and that there would be three other people there as well to make sure she’s as safe as she can be that’s because he knows downtown (he runs a gang after all) and knows how rough things can get at night. He doesn’t just say that she has no business there, he says she and her friends (boys included) because it’s dangerous. he buys her drinks out of his own fear that someone might try to slip her something but doesn’t want that to look weird to her friends so buys all of them drinks. and he does let her go to the bathroom alone, yn only mentions thinking he might try to escort her with how much precaution he put into the night •FINALLY, in the end, when he’s carrying her and doting its because he’s wracked with guilt!! despite what yn says he still is the reason she ended up in the hospital and he beats himself up for not keeping her safe so he wants as little pressure on her as possible. Its hard for her to put weight on her ankle so he does what he can to prevent that she has to and he admits that he’s upset about his temper and how he’d fought with the guy as well.SOOO i understand where it could seem like harry is controlling but nothing is without purpose!! he isn’t just some power junky getting high off of making her follow what he says, he does what he can to keep her safe, and in the end he talks about how excited he is that they //dont// have to do those things to the nth degree as they had been! I hope this clears some stuff up and makes you more comfortable!!

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datingadviceonreddit · 5 years ago

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About 3 years ago, I was a 29 year old Asian guy with only a couple months to go before I turned 30, working at a Big 3 Accounting Firm (Lol KPMG), and I was realizing that I was unhappy and miserable, working long hours at all times of the day and night and spending all my free time playing Overwatch, and Dota 2…And despite earning good money, I had a house and some savings, I just knew my life was nowhere near where I wanted it to be or thought it should be, despite all the years of hard work because I never had a girlfriend. I was still a virgin at age 29. Never even had a date… I just wanted to take the time to finally get this off my chest since I have nothing better to do during the quarantine.I soon decided, with the help of an epiphany while reading some dating articles on Reddit that this was not the life for me and that I would need to start approaching girls and learning how to date to have any hope of losing my virginity before 30… To have any chance at a normal life...I didn't want to become a 100+ lay playboy:I just wanted to experience what other guys experienced in college that I missed out on.I just wanted to have someone I could share my hopes and struggles with, someone I could come home to and hug if I had a bad day.I just wanted to have some fun before I get married and start a family…Was that really too much to ask?So I quickly began to learn about dating and seduction and browsed Reddit and other forums almost daily to get hyped up and learn how to go on dates. I soon discovered, however, that I had bitten off far more than I could chew…I met up with a white guy I met online who seemed equally as motivated as me to go out and approach and we went out to several bars and clubs together. Every time we went out, he would always go home with a new girl… I’m not proud of it, but I was extremely jealous since none of these girls gave me any kind of signals of attraction when I approached, and stopped going out with him. Now, I realize it's because he went to the gym a lot and always had a nice haircut, but back then, It was kind of ridiculous how I’d approach girl after girl and get one word answers and a GO AWAY vibe the entire conversation and he would come in a few minutes later and THE SAME GIRL would be smiling and asking him questions about himself, it felt like he didn’t even need to do any work to get laid…At this point, I was watching YouTube videos from or reading articles on how to get girls on an almost daily basis, trying to study and learn all the latest conversation techniques. It felt like I hit a brick wall. This was SOOO much harder than I thought it would be. The dating articles I'd been reading specifically said that “women would rather date an ugly guy with confidence than a handsome guy with no confidence” but that didn’t seem to be the case. I was a 5’5” Asian guy competing with 6’0”+ white guys at every club I went to and it felt like no matter what I said, no girls were even willing to have an actual conversation with me. This is after 100+ approaches so I knew that it wasn’t just bad luck or lack of effort.So reluctantly, after learning some valuable lessons about the harsh nature of reality, I invested $2997 in a well known dating bootcamp since I figured I was already watching so many of their videos, and it’s only fair that I pay them and hopefully learn how to break through my sticking points since my strategy of trying to learn everything by myself was clearly failing.For those of you thinking about going to a Dating Bootcamp, be very careful you don't waste all your money like I did. This particular company did not give a single FUCK about me other than my money. My instructor just kept telling me to approach more girls, which I already knew how to do, and every time I asked for feedback on why none of the girls seemed receptive, he would give some bullshit feedback on how my vibe was off. I asked him how to correct it and he never had any real answers, always giving some woo woo answer about how I needed to have outcome independence and have more fun. It was really weird that everyone who seemed to succeed seemed to be the type to go to the gym a lot and pay a lot of attention to their physical appearance, even though they teach that looks don't matter.I finally lost my virginity through sheer luck after over 500 approaches. It was a random girl I met at the club after approaching empty handed the entire night, but we actually started making out right away after like 2 minutes, I'd never moved that fast before. It really was a life changing experience to finally get that monkey off my back. I felt more confident than ever and I even went on 2 dates with her to try to be her boyfriend but she didn't seem to reciprocate...Over the next couple of years, I became obsessed with getting good with girls, which certainly kept me going, but it also caused some problems…I went out with so many friends, hoping to find that gold nugget, that shining piece of knowledge or wisdom that would finally catapult me past this unbreakable wall, but they would either be just as bad with girls as me or be over 5'10", no exceptions. I read an article on Reddit about how you had to talk louder and slower and that actually helped a lot. Girls would actually give me a chance to have a conversation with them instead of rejecting me immediately but they would still shake their head when I asked them to go home with me or even just grab a drink together. That's when it hit me that I didn't know as much as I thought I did and that there was a lot more to learn.The bad news is, all this rejection was not good for my mental health. I started to wonder if maybe a short Asian guy like myself is just not meant to date… I was seriously considering moving to Thailand or The Philippines to try to at least find a gold digger wife…But finally, I found one particular dating coach that really resonated with me and I immersed myself in his training… He was 5’7” and Asian, so a short Asian like me. John Elite from Vancouver.The first thing he told me was that my hairstyle, fashion, and body language were all shit and unless I fix them first, nothing else would work. Now this is completely contradictory to some of the other advice I read, which convinced me that looks don’t matter but I decided to give it a shot. I got a blazer and chinos from Zara and got an undercut haircut with faded sides along with a gold watch. I didn’t expect anything to happen right away but the difference in girls’ reactions really was noticeable IMMEDIATELY. Suddenly, they would hang in and listen to every word I had to say instead of just politely waiting for me to leave. One girl even started asking me questions about myself and followed me when I asked her to grab a drink with me! I was SOOO HAPPY, it felt like everything changed.Next, he told me to fix my posture and stand up perfectly straight with no neck or back tilt. This was really hard for me because I spent my entire adult life playing video games and working in front of a computer, always hunched over. I even had to go to a chiropractor to undo the years of bad habits and damage to my posture but it finally got fixed after I started wearing a back brace like they give to scoliosis patients. Again, I noticed immediate results. I actually pulled a girl home this time and got a blowjob! No lay thought because of last minute resistance…The one thing that really transformed my results though was to speak to girls with vocal variety. I had a very monotone voice that didn’t change in volume or pitch at all. He had me watch episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and we noticed that every character spoke with such vocal variety and inflections that it sounded like they were speaking in color compared to my black and white. This did not come easy but I worked had on it until it was at least somewhat passable. This turned out to be the tipping point and I finally started getting laid regularly when I go out instead of once every 500 approaches like before. Overall, I'm very happy to have slept with 15 girls.That’s kind of the level I’m at right now. I know I haven't found the one yet and I still have tons of work left to do, but it’s a huge improvement over where I started. Some of the guys on this thread are probably laughing because I'm having my first dates at 30, but it really took an incredible amount of work to get there and I'm proud of the results. Before the quarantine, I already had a girl I was regularly seeing before shit hit the fan, so I figured I could just continue seeing that chick while stuck indoors.Well, turns out I still have a lot more work to do on myself because after about a month of seeing her during the quarantine, she officially stopped responding to my texts 2 days ago, ghosting me. I realize now that I paid a heavy price for those 15 girls. I dealt with rejection after rejection, becoming a stronger person emotionally, but at the same time, alienating old friends by refusing to hang out with them for not having similarly "successful" mindsets. I even lost my family who have very old fashioned Christian mindsets and see me as a monster for going out and banging so many girls without even one stable relationship...I'm at the very beginning again, only this time in my early 30's, still working in my accounting job that I don't really have any passion for, but now without any of my old work friends or my family's support. It's hard for me to deal with the quarantine these days because my life was so centered around approaching lots of women and trying to hook up with them that I realize I don't really have any other hobbies.But I've also changed for the better. After going on this insane hell of grinding out 15 lays, I have a lot more confidence in myself and even though it sucks to not have anyone there for emotional support, I realize that I'm more than capable of making new friends, of starting my own business. Because the only thing holding me back is myself.Now that I've gotten what I wanted initially (losing my virginity, having random sex, meeting new women), it's time to move on to a new goal: starting my own business. Hopefully this next journey won't be anywhere near as difficult as the last one!Hope everyone reading this is safe and got some value from my post. Just needed to get this off my chest before work starts up again. via /r/dating_advice

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