#Blue Real Leather Jacket Women

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Mission: Safeword

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Summary: Leon has many methods of getting information while on missions, especially from pretty girls like yourself.

Pairing: Infinite Darkness!Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Dubcon (but reader's into it), Face sitting, fingering, slight knife play, light bdsm, overstimulation, no use of y/n, not proofread

Your fingers quickly scattered across the keyboard, desperately trying to transfer the data and lock the system down. Silent alarms had been blaring and security had given the signal that an intruder – likely a government spy – had invaded  the compound. 

Whoever it was they had been lying low, no obvious break-ins, no knocked out staff, like a mouse. “Come on, come on.” You groaned, bringing your fist down onto the desk in frustration. “Faster you stupid thing. Billion dollar research company and you can’t even afford computers built after 1998?”  Pinching your temples you leaned back in your chair with a sigh, the transfer had been initiated, there was nothing else you could do now but hope that it went through. 

You tapped your fingers on your chair as  you watched the timer continue to recalculate the transfer time. Suddenly the screen went dark, along with the overhead lighting, leaving only a few of the lamps scattered around the office. “What the fuck? No, no this can’t be happening.” You banged the side of the computer, willing it to work again. The backup generators should’ve prevented the lights and systems from going out – this wasn’t making any sense. “Sorry Sweetheart, but I don’t think hitting it is going to fix the issue… on account of me pulling all these plugs here.” The voice pulled you out of your confused rage as you whipped around to see a man leaning back against the wall casually, he lifted the bundle of wires in his left hand to make a point.. ‘When did he get in here, I didn’t even hear the door open?’ You thought to yourself, backing up a little instinctively. 

He wasn’t wearing a standard uniform, instead clad in a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and boots. His well groomed gray-blonde hair framed his face in a way that let you get a good read on his chiseled features – he looked more like a model than a government agent – but you didn’t have time to think on that further. “You’re the spy!” You accused, trying to buy time to decide your next steps. 

“Spy? That’s pretty harsh – I’m just doing my job y’know.” He dropped the plugs and used his right hand to click the lock on the door before making his way towards you. “I didn’t expect that my target would be such a pretty girl.The name’s Leon by the way, nice to meet you.” “St-stay back!” You backed up further, trying to disguise the embarrassed flush as anger. You grabbed the closest lamp to you and lifted it as if it were a bat. ‘Wait – did he just say I was his target?’

He chuckled at your response. “C’mon, you don’t look like a fighter. Just relax and we can get this over with quickly, ok? It’s not my style to hurt pretty women if I don’t have to.”

“I said, s-tay back!” You tried to reaffirm again. When he ignored you, you swung hard, he easily caught you by the wrist and spun you so your back was to his chest. With one arm tucked behind yourself, he squeezed the remaining wrist so tight your hand was forced open sending the lamp shattering at the floor. 

“Knew you weren’t a fighter.” He purred in your ear, you could feel the stubble on his jaw rub against your neck, making you shudder. “Now that that’s out of your system, I don’t suppose we could hurry along to the part where you give me the info I need?” 

“Absolutely not!” You replied, squirming as much as you could against his grasp. He didn’t budge, grip like a vice. A disappointed sigh and hot breath on your neck stalled your movements for a moment as a shudder ran down your body, hyper aware of the muscles under his thin shirt, the smell of his cologne. If this had been some action movie instead of real life, it almost would’ve been seductive – right now though you were frustrated and scared. “So it’s going to be like that, huh? Well, don’t say I didn’t try to play nice.” He cooed before manhandling you over to the office couch that was pressed to the far wall. In a final attempt to get away, you threw your weight to the ground before he could get you on the sofa, and took off to run. 

It was short lived as he grabbed you from behind by your waist, hoisting you backwards and

tossing you onto the couch. Before you could try again, he was straddling your waist with his weight and gathered both wrists into one hand, pinning them above you against the wall. “You really wanna do this the hard way, don’t you princess?” He didn’t wait for your answer as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, removing it from his jeans in one swift movement, before latching it around your wrists and tightening it, hooking it to the metal peg built into the wall for keys and coats.

He moved off of you when he latched your hands, leaving you stuck there, hands above your head, wrists sore. “Fuck you! I’m not telling you anything.” There was a noticeable tremble in your voice, especially as he pulled his gun from the holster – which did not go unnoticed by him. 

He tilted his head with a little smirk.“I think that might be a great idea actually.” He set the weapon down on the small side table along with his knife before shrugging himself out of his leather jacket, revealing a tight button up and rolled sleeves. With the jacket off, you had a better sight of just how fit he was, muscles everywhere. You swallowed a gulp, not sure what great idea he was referring to and not fully deciding what emotion you were feeling now – fear, lust, both?

Your body made the decision for you as heat panged between your legs along with wetness. You squeezed your thighs together to alleviate some of it – a small gesture he also picked up on, the smirk on his face growing wider. “I’ll be honest, I’m used to a different kind of reaction when I meet women at work. Gotta say, I’m not complaining.” He separated your legs slightly and dipped two fingers between them under your skirt,, rubbing you gently through your panties. A gasp escaped your lips and you squirmed against the movement. “Atta girl.” He praised, using his free hand to hold you by your chin, making sure you were looking directly at him. 

The coiling pleasure between your legs had your head going a little hazy, eyes locking with his. ‘Fuck he’s handsome.’ Your nipples began to harden under your work blouse, as you took in his features further. 

His fingers sped up their pace, and he tightened his grip on your chin so he could lean in, whispering just against the corner of your lips, teasing a kiss. “Such a pretty, pretty girl.” His lips met your cheek softly, before he slipped his fingers into your panties, dragging slick from your hole up to rub against your clit more easily.

The change in sensation coupled with his words had you spilling over the edge, whining as your orgasm crashed into you, leaving your legs shivering. Leon pulled back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He crossed his arms over his chest and flopped back against the couch casually. “So….now that we’ve established some rapport, are you ready to answer my questions about project D?” 

In a moment of post-pleasure clarity, your brain had finally processed the situation, leaving you shameful, embarrassed, and aggravated. “Of course not!” You said between pants.

His face morphed into thought before a realization overcame him, like a light bulb went off in his head. “You’re lucky I like ‘em hard to get.” He moved to unbutton your blouse, grabbing the knife off the floor to slice your bra open, both breasts spilling out. “So here’s how it’s going to work.” He made his way down to your skirt, unzipping the side and slipping it down your legs. “I already told you, I don’t like hurting women – but I never leave a mission without getting the intel I need..” He used the knife to make quick work of your panties as well, leaving you in nothing but your button up, slung open and dangling off your arms along with what was left of your bra. “So I’m gonna use another method to get you to talk.” 

You had a good idea of what his plan was going to be, and if you were honest the primal part of your brain was turned on in anticipation.  The working part of your brain still kept your lips sealed. “Try whatever you want, I won’t speak.” “We’ll see about that.” He unhooked you for a moment so he could flip you around, face to the wall. Expecting to hear the sound of his pants unzipping, you were surprised when instead he moved to lay down beneath you, and then it finally clicked what he was planning to do. “The safeword is ‘I’ll tell you.’ The catch is Princess, you gotta actually tell me what I need, otherwise I may have to keep this up.”

You didn’t get the opportunity to protest as his strong arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your wet cunt down against his face, tongue already darting out to lap at your sensitive clit. The sensation of the stubble rubbing against your thighs along with the wriggling muscle against your most sensitive spot made you whimper and moan, wanting to grab hold of something but being unable to in your bound state. 

Already more sensitive than usual from your first orgasm, it didn’t take long before you were grinding down onto his face riding out a second one. Unlike before though, he didn’t give you a moment to rest, holding your thighs in place tightly he continued to lap at your sensitive bud, making you scream. Your wrists yanked against their confines fruitlessly, your legs desperately wiggled, but he kept you exactly where he wanted you, as he continued to eat you like you were the last meal he’d ever have – third orgasm quickly being ripped from you faster than the previous one. “N-no can’t, too much.” Tears spilled from your eyes and stained your cheeks as he didn’t let up, your legs were quivering, muscles tight and sore, his belt digging into your wrists. “P-please….can’t….can’t any–” you were cut off with a choked whimper as your fourth erupted from your aching pussy. Never having had so many back to back, your body felt exhausted, brain not able to come up with any  more coherent thoughts. 

Luckily, he stopped this time for a moment, releasing the bruising grip on your legs and adjusting you so he could talk. You could see the upper half of his face, looking up at you between your legs, which wouldn’t stop shaking with aftershocks. “Look at you, only four in and you’re already sobbing and begging. Such a sweet-tasting girl isn’t made to be so stubborn, are you ready to say the words?” His voice was silk as he rubbed your leg softly adding to the temptation. 

You defiantly shook your head, lip jutting out in a pout, as tempting as it was, you weren’t ready to lose your life or career over this – but your will was wavering, especially between the different sensations of pleasure and pain from the ache in your arms. “Suit yourself.” He said, tucking himself between your legs again, returning to his position underneath you. One arm wrapped itself back around  your leg, but he had different plants for the other one, working it around so he could line his fingers up at your entrance, sliding two of them in until it reached the leather of his fingerless gloves, as he started sucking on your clit. 

Your velvety walls clamped down over the digits, the sensation beyond overwhelming as he began to pump them in and out, pleasuring new spots within you. Your brain finally short-circuited and began to imagine what it would be like with someone else inside of you, stretching you open. “L-leon…” you moaned out his name for the first time as he continued to work your hole, and suck on your too-sensitive pearl of nerves. Skilled fingers easily found that special spot that sent you reeling, curling them upwards to make sure each movement stimulated it.

In tandem with the external pleasure of his mouth, the last of your resolve crumbled. You came for the fifth time, head flung back, chanting his name like a prayer. This time when he didn’t stop, you couldn’t take it anymore, too tired, teary, overwhelmed, and exhausted. “St-stop…stop……I can’t……I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you.” You sobbed out. 

As promised his movements ceased immediately. “You sure?” You nodded in confirmation between sniffles. He slid out from under you, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before unhooking your sore arms from the wall, lying you down on your back, facing him. He removed the belt while you caught your breath, before he massaged the reddening marks on your wrists. “See? I knew a girl like you couldn’t be that stubborn. Now….ready to talk about project D?” You nodded again hesitantly. The next smile that graced his features seemed genuine, and while it was likely a trap you couldn’t help but fall for it, much too empty-headed to think about any potential consequences. 

Immediately you were answering every question he had to your best ability in your dreamlike state, he nodded eagerly and praised you for each good answer as he continued rubbing your body in a massage working from bottom to top, pressing small kisses against your skin as he went. He stopped after placing a brief one to your lips, which you pressed into without thinking.  The actions were effective, so much so you hadn’t even noticed you’d fallen asleep. 

When you woke a while later, the lab was still dark but the computer had been turned back on casting a light over to you. You could see Leon, sitting in front of it, a harddrive plugged in obviously canceling and copying the data transfer. Once Leon noticed you were awake he made his way back over to you, sitting on the end of the couch. “Sleep well?” You didn’t immediately respond, not fully ready to process everything that had just happened – like directly handing over intel to the enemy. “It won’t be safe to stay here now. Why don’t you come with me out of here – with my connections come certain protections. I’ll even buy you dinner so we can discuss keeping you safe.”

“Dinner, really? Do you offer that to all the ladies you go down on during missions?”  

He chuckled, “Only the ones I like” He leaned forward to rub his thumb over your cheek, causing your face to flush again. “Besides,I am nothing if not a gentleman and would never leave a damsel to distress.”  You rolled your eyes at the corny comment, but upon realizing he was right you agreed. “Fine. Dinner.”

“Atta girl.” He gave you a chaste kiss before returning to grab the harddrive from the computer and giving you a chance to fix your disheveled state.

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Blind date (Tierna Davidson x Reader)

This is barely edited and I'm not sure if a museum like this even exists, but use your imagination. Hope you enjoy :)

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"Oi dumbass, get up," Tobin called from the bathroom before throwing a shoe at me when I didn't respond.

"Fuck off Tobin." I growled trying to go back to my nap.

"No, you have to get up."

"Why? There is literally nothing happening today."

"You have a date in a couple of hours that you need to plan."

I sat up, looking at her like she was crazy. A date was the last thing on my mind at the moment, the last thing I wanted to do, "What? With who?"

"You'll find out later."

Tobin didn't know who I had feelings for, but she knew they existed. Normally I would tell Tobin everything, but seeing as the person was her teammate, I decided against it for the time being,  "Tobin what the hell? You know I have feelings for someone, why the hell would you set me up?"

"Because you've been pining after this person for almost a year without any thought of asking her out. Either you ask her out or you go on this date."

"I don't want to do either. One will make things awkward and the other will make me lead a poor girl on."

She rolled her eyes, "Suck it up, it's one date. You'll live."

"How do I even know where to take her? I have no plan, I know nothing about her, not even her name. You could have given me more then a couple hours notice."

"She likes art, museums, photography, music and Italian food. That should help, you have to make a real effort on this. As for more warning, that would have given you more chance to make up an excuse to get out of it."

There was no getting out of this. Tobin was stubborn just like me, there was no way she was going to cancel and this mystery women was going to show up regardless. It wasn't the mystery girls fault, so with that little bit of information I started to make a plan, "Okay fine. Tell her to wear something nice, but casual." 

There was only an hour and a half until my date arrived, she was coming here first so Tobin could introduce us. I quickly made a call to one of my friends who happened to work at a nice Italian restaurant, there was a very slim chance of getting a reservation this late. Thankfully, my friend managed to come through and got the last reservation at her place.

After showering I got dressed changed into black skinny jeans, a maroon long sleeve button up, my black leather jacket and Chelsea ankle boots. As much as I didn't want this date I was going to put some effort in, after all it wasn't her idea so why take it out on her. Once dressed I moved onto my hair. My hair was shoulder length, red dyed hair. I was never one to put effort into my hair so I just went with a simple braid. There was a knock on the door as I was half way through the braid. Tobin yelled for me, "Hold your horses, I'll be out in a minute." I quickly finished the braid before heading back into the room. To my utter surprise, Tierna was standing next to Tobin. She was wearing light blue skinny jeans, a relaxed white blouse and a casual black blazer. 

Tierna was the girl I had developed feelings for. Being team photographer, I had spent a fair amount of time with her and the team which had led to many friendships formed. Though my feelings had developed fairly quickly which had stopped me from building much of a friendship with Tierna out of fear and awkwardness. I didn't know if Tobin knew about my feelings for Tierna, but it would be one hell of a coincidence if she didn't. 

I cleared my throat realising I had been staring for too long, "Uh hey Tierna."

Tierna smiled shyly, "Hi Y/n."

After a minute of slightly awkward silence, Tierna and I left the hotel. The slightly awkward silence continued as we walked down the street. Despite knowing Tierna, I had no idea where to even start a conversation. I struggled when not on a date with her, but I was even more nervous than normal. I had no idea if Tierna even liked me or if Tobin had set her up as well. 

"So um how did Tobin get you to agree to this?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tiernas cheeks flush red. She always was adorable when she blushed. "She called me out for liking you which was terrifying because she's your older sister and I was worried about being murdered."

I laughed a bit at that. Tobin was only protective when she needed to be, she never cared about me dating, but as soon as I got hurt, you should be afraid. "Oh no, Tobin doesn't care until someone hurts me. Wait, you like me? How?"

"Uh yeah. You were just so genuine and funny when we first met, it just kind of happened. I thought I was hiding it pretty well by not interacting with you much when we were alone, but apparently she caught be staring and blushing a lot. How did you get roped into this?"

"Well Tobin told me about 2 hours ago about this date and I had no choice. I didn't think she knew about my feelings for you, I'm starting to question that though. Did she say anything about it?"

"She said you liked me. I didn't really believe her, but I figured I would take the chance and come up with something later if it backfired. I'm sorry you were put on the spot."

"It's okay, I'm not mad about it. Well not anymore anyway. Just kinda nervous that this will be a crap date given my time constraints. If I had known it was you, I would have tried harder to make it what you deserve."

Tiernas cheeks flushed once again as she looked anywhere, but at me, "Honestly, I've been wanting this for a while now so I'm sure whatever you planned will be perfect because it's with you. What are we doing anyway?"

My heart fluttered at her confession. I never would have imagined Tierna ever feeling the same way. I wanted it to be a surprise though, "You'll see."

We made small talk while we walked. I was still being slightly awkward, it was to be expected. I hadn't been on a date in over a year, even before that it didn't happen often. My focus was for a long time on getting my career where it is now. "So you own your own photography company right? You're just contracted to us?"

I started out as a low level photographer at some pet photography place, I worked incredibly hard and managed to book a few non pet related shoots. Things just grew from there, soon enough I was opening my own photography business, doing shoots from birthdays to weddings to pretty much anything people wanted. I had grown to have a few people working for me so when I got approached about working with the USWNT I decided to take the position because it meant getting more time with my sister. I was a little bit surprised when they did approach because normally they just hire someone. Tobin had confessed a few months later that she had showed them my work and hyped me up.

"That's amazing, your family must be proud."

"My parents took a while to come to terms with it, I wouldn't say they're proud though. Tobin is proud, but thinks I need to get out more, that there's more to life than a job."

"It's more than just a job for you though, isn't it? You created something from the ground up, the way you talked about it's clear you love what you do."

"For the longest time I had no idea what I wanted to do. I was always envious of Tobin for knowing exactly what she wanted. I studied business because that's what my parents wanted, but I hated it, guess it came in handy though."

Tierna stopped walking to look at me, curiosity covering her face, "Why photography? That's a big jump from business."

I started walking again, we had to get to the museum so we had time to have a proper look around before dinner. Also, spending too much time looking at Tierna made me even more nervous. This was probably the longest we had spent alone or spoken to each other. "I know right. There's not some big story behind it. One of my friends was an arts major and needed help with a photo one day. It was fun and I guess I was hooked. From there I just started doing it. To say the least, my parents didn't necessarily approve at first which in a way drove me to where I am now. Oh we're here."

The museum was a very large glass building, lit up on the outside by white lights. Tiernas expression instantly lit up with excitement as she kind of bounced up and down, "It's beautiful. I love museums. This is the one that just opened right?"

"Yup." I took her hand dragging her inside. What could I say? I was super excited. Once we were inside I became painfully aware that I was still holding her hand. She didn't make any move to pull it away though so I didn't either. Our hands remained joined as we walked around though as we walked we continued to get closer. At one point, Tierna ended up cuddled against my side as I rambled about something random. I don't think I've ever felt so flustered yet excited and comfortable at the same time. All I knew was I wanted that to happen more often.

This museum had a lot of different areas to it. It was pretty much all the different types in one. Science, space, history and art all in one. I'm pretty sure there was also a marine mammal section which for me is a close second to the space section. At heart I was a giant nerd, I loved it all especially space. The look on Tiernas face told me she loved it. It was a relief. This date didn't mean much it the beginning, it was just a forced thing. Now that I knew it was Tierna, I kind of wish I had done more. 

"While I could stay here all night, we have to go." Tierna pouted, I knocked her shoulder gently with mine to get her to stop, "Nope, stop that. We have dinner reservations so if you don't want to eat we can stay."

"Hmm fine, I guess I am hungry."

We left the museum, hands still intertwined. Walking down the street I listened to Tierna talk about all her favourite parts of the museum. She was rambling again, I didn't mind though. I liked listening to her talk. Her voice was soft and soothing yet slightly raspy. Yup, I didn't mind at all. We came to a stop outside the restaurant. It was a small family run Italian place, that had amazing food.

"No way, I love this place. Didn't Tobin only tell you about our date like 2 hours before? How did you get a reservation? This place is usually booked out on a Friday."

"My friend works here, she managed to get us in."

The awkwardness had long disappeared and conversation became easier. During dinner I got to know Tierna better. Anyone who knew Tierna knew she was on the more quiet side, but she easily talked about her childhood, likes, dislikes, hobbies and pretty much anything else. Turns out I loved listening to her talk. I was also paying special attention to her likes, dislikes and hobbies for future dates or gifts. I had every intention of spoiling Tierna if we our relationship developed. Tierna deserved the world and I would do my best to give it to her if she let me.  

Eventually our reservation time came to an end so we made our way outside. Tierna started shivering instantly so I slipped my jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders, "Here."

"You're going to be cold," Tierna protested.

"I'm fine, I don't get cold that easily. You need it more than me."

"Thank you. I know you didn't really want this, but I've had an amazing time tonight Y/n/n."

Tierna stepped closer as I retook her hand, lacing our fingers together. She pulled me closer so we were almost touching. "I've wanted this since we met T. This just wasn't how I wanted it to happen, but I'm also glad it did because I don't think I would have told you anytime soon."

I made the last move, pulling her in and connecting our lips in a slow kiss. It was tentative at first, both slightly unsure and nervous. After a few seconds, Tiernas hand cupped the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. My confidence rose with that, my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against me. Normally, kissing someone like this on a public sidewalk was not something I would ever do, PDA made me incredibly uncomfortable, but I was finally kissing the girl I've wanted for almost a year. Let's just say it felt incredible. When air became a problem, we slowly pulled away, a smile spread across my face as a giggle slipped out. There wasn't anything else planned for tonight, though I really didn't want the night to end yet. 

I racked my mind for anything that we could do when I remembered an ice cream shop that was open late, "Do you want to get ice cream and walk along the pier? I know a place that's still open."

Tierna cuddled against my side as we started walking again, "I would love to."

"Good because I don't want tonight to end yet."

Tobin smirked as I flopped down on my bed with a no doubt dopey smile. It was well after midnight so I was slightly hoping Tobin was asleep. I didn't want to deal with her smugness, not when there was still some resentment there.

"So how was the date?"

"How long have you known about my feelings?"

"A little while now. You're not really shy unless feelings are involved and normally you will talk to anyone, but you always got shy around T, you never really interacted much with her, always looking at her when she wasn't paying attention. Now how was the date?"

"It was really good. Thank you Toby."

"Anytime."

"No, literally never do this again. You have no idea how pissed I was at you, then how nervous I was that my plan wasn't good enough for Tierna. I know she liked it, but if I ever got the chance I wanted to make it really special. Like she deserves."

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think you would believe me if I told you she like you. It went well though? Did you make your move?"

I recounted our night as I got ready for bed, already knowing I would be too excited to sleep. Tierna and I were going out for brunch tomorrow. While I used to try my best to not be alone with her, now I couldn't wait to see her again. I couldn't wait to see how our relationship developed. 

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Momma's got a HUGE cock

Dean was in town to see Sam, however he could never say no to hot college girls. Or older girls who wore cardigans and was a professor of theology.

Castiel Novak, mtf, 39, takes home Dean Winchester, ftm , 27, and makes him cry.

“Hey, can I get another?” Dean asked and looked around at the chicks sat at the bar. A red head to one side of the bar caught his eyes. A real Jolene, ivory skin and emerald eyes. He checked her out, trying to get her to look at him but she was chatting with someone else. He let his eyes look around again, a dude might be fun while he’s in town…

However, behind the red head, sat at a small table…

She was… wow. Dean walked away from the bar when the cool bottle touched his hand. 

She had her long raven black hair clipped up in the back, head leaning on her hand, glossy blue nails tapping against her forehead, and was reading over a stack of papers. A drink forgotten at the end of the table, ice nearly melted in it. 

Dean made his way over to her, god she was pretty, strong jaw, strawberry lips, long eyelashes, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. God and she was… broad shoulders, strong lookin hands, and, fuck, tits that looked straight up carved by heaven that fit so perfectly in her blue blouse under her crème cardigan. God, how could someone look so hot wearing a cardigan and slacks? 

He leaned up against her table, causing her to look spooked and look up. 

“Oh sorry, is, are you-”

“Hey calm down. Just wanted to say hi” Dean said with a smile, the lady blushed, putting her papers back down. She looked away, and waited nervously. 

Dean took it as an invitation to sit down across from her leaning his chest on the table and look at the papers. 

“Whatcha workin on, pretty lady?” He asked, sitting back and taking a sip of his beer. She rolled her eyes and shook her head a bit. 

“I’m a teacher. I’m reading essays.” She said and took a sip from her drink. It had been a while since she’d been out to drink, usually opting for wine coolers at home. She’d seen most of the college aged guys in town and well… this seemed to be one of those college frat boys, all big muscles and smooth talk. He had cute pouty lips and pretty dirty blonde hair and eyes that seemed to go on for miles behind them. Quite… handsome. Alluring. Kinda like a magnet. 

“Man… a teacher? Must be pretty smart. Wanna teach me a few things?” Dean flirted and the woman huffed a laugh. God she was pretty. And fuck he wanted her bad . At least for some kissing in the impala. 

“I’m sure I could. But what’s your thing? Huh? Mister smooth talker?” She asked and gave him an appraising look and swirled her drink around her glass. Surely he knew her or something, a study guide or ‘extra credit’ in exchange for some sloppy sex. Though she just couldn’t put her finger on who he was…

“My thing? Hm… beer, my car, very very attractive women in bars who teach and wear sensible shoes.” Dean said with a smile, flicking his eyes down to the table where he’d seen her feet crossed, clad in a pair of plain tan and white sneakers. 

She smiled down at herself, she was never one to dress up and go to bars, she prefers wearing her comfortable day clothes. Her regular tan slacks, a plain blue blouse, and she usually had a cardigan pulled over her shoulders. She looked back at him, he was wearing.. A lot to be honest. A tight black t-shirt with a red flannel over it and a leather jacket over it all. The jacket was a bit big on him but it suited him. 

Then he leaned back, flipping his jacket open to show the small trans flag sewn on the inside of it, he scratched his jaw like he wasn’t showing. 

The woman hummed and looked at it before looking back up at him. Of course. A kid looking for someone who understood. 

“Your name then?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink. She never had much luck at bars. Never had much luck with… anyone. Except he was like a magnet, like she was being pulled to him. She wanted to touch his hand where it laid on the table and wanted to sit close to him and… maybe give him a kiss. 

“Dean Winchester at your service miss…?” Dean said and waited for her answer. Her answer to anything. 

“Castiel. Novak. Theology Professor.” She answered and he smiled, huffing an impressed noise. 

“Wow, a real educated lady” Dean flirted and chewed on his bottom lip. She was the whole package. 

“Mhm, ya know I have that same exact jacket, back at my place.” Castiel said hoping Dean would catch what she was pitching. 

Fuck , She is more than the whole package. 

“Oh really? Back at your place?” Dean asked, his face giving away how excited and happy he felt. Eyes wide as he swallowed thickly. He really hoped she meant she fucked trans guys or that she was… of the same persuasion. God either, neither, both, all, god, anything yes. 

“About a four minute walk.” She answered, hands going to gather the papers and slip them into her vintage looking blue and brown messenger bag. She never usually feels like this, this weird compulsive need to take someone home. 

“Yes ma’am” Dean said and slipped off the stool and threw some dollars on the counter when the bartender came to close his tab. He turned and she was standing, almost as tall as him. She was holding her bag in front of her. Demisexual and the new pride flag pinned proud on the front. 

That’s fine. She could do whatever she wanted with him. Hell, she could take him home and make him sleep in her bathtub and he’d be happier than a clam. He just felt this… want. She was so pretty and hot and she probably had a bed and probably had a chair or couch and that sounds a lot more comfy than sleeping in the impala. 

She was wanting, he just didn’t know or care what for. 

“Do you still want to come home with me?” She asked, pulling him from his buzzed spiral of warm bed, boobs, bed, boobs, bath tub, boobs . 

“Gladly” Dean said cheerily and followed behind her. And oh man , she had a nice ass, thick thighs too. He was busy staring at the way her hips moved when she walked to notice her calling his name. 

“Oh yeah yeah? Hm?” He asked and looked back up to her smirking face. He didn’t care that he got caught staring. Especially when it caused Castiel to roll her eyes and smile at him. 

“I asked if you go to Stanford or not.” She repeated, amused at the way Dean had caught up to her only to turn around and start walking backwards in front of her. 

“Oh no, my uh my little brother does. I came up to see him. I'm not really the school type.” Dean said, throwing air quotations around ‘ school’ . He was never good at school, always had better things to do, other places to be. Though if all teachers were like Professor Novak it might be worth going back. 

“Hm then what do you do? You’re what? 26?” Castiel questioned, should she really bring this guy home if he’s… bad? Sketchy at least. 

“27, thank you very much. I um… I travel around a lot. Doin’ odd jobs and stuff. Well actually me and my dad do that but he said he had to go do something but then he didn’t come back so I came to ask Sammy if he knew anything. Uh Sammy’s my brother, he lives around here somewhere.” Dean said and looked around at the houses, turning back around to walk beside the woman. 

“Oh, does your family live up here? There’s a couple of my students that live with their extended family while up here or in a summer home.” Castiel asked, it was easy to talk to Dean, easy to know she’s not overstepping a line. 

“Nah… our mom actually uh she passed when Sam was six months. I was four. House fire actually. After that we just kinda… started surfing the road, never stopping or nothing. Sam was always good at school though so he got here all by himself. He’s a… he’s a really smart kid.” Dean praised, he couldn’t even start to explain how proud he was for Sam. How he wished he could have made a better life for himself too but… just roll with the punches. 

“Dean… you’re a very sweet young man. Cute even.” She said and cupped his jaw in her hand. He breathed heavily for a second. Why was he so comfortable around her so.. open and in love already. Fuck, he was falling faster than a fridge tied to an anchor. 

“You’re just… really pretty. And and I dunno. I dunno why I feel like… like I know you.” Dean panted out, eyes flashing from hers down to her lips and back over and over again. Her hand felt so.. Solid and warm and grounding against his cheek. 

“I feel the same which… is so odd. I never connect with people like this. I always feel a bit like… like looking in through the window.” Castiel said, stepping closer a bit, just a breath away from the man who felt like his chest was getting squeezed when he realized they were still on the sidewalk. 

“Can I come in?” Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from her to the front door. He wanted to get away from any eyes that peeped, any cars that passed. 

“I… I think so. Yeah” She said and pulled away from him, hand sliding down his neck, shoulder, arm, to catch his hand and pull him along. 

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“No I, I kept my name. It’s after the angel of Thursday. It’s always meant a lot to me. My brother actually named me, my first two brothers were named after archangels, Gabriel and Michael. Then Balthazar was born and then me and my brother Gabriel named me because I was born on Thursday. I have… a lot of siblings. Gabriel named most of them.” Castiel explained as she handed Dean a cup of sweet sugared tea and sat down with her own honey stirred cup of earl grey. 

He was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off at the door next to her sneakers, legs criss-crossed, jacket and flannel shucked off to the coat rack while Castiel’s cardigan was folded over the back of a barstool. 

“Sounds kinda nice. My ma named me. Deanna. Doesn’t fit at all, everyone always just called me Dee, or Danny, Sammy called me Danny cause he had the worst time talking he messed up every word he ever said till he was like seven. I was thinking about Danny or Daniel but… Dean just stuck. Plus Dean Winchester has a nice ring to it, don't you think.” Dean said, sipping the nice dark tea that was perfectly sweet. It was nice to just talk about this crap. Plus Castiel was so… god her whole house smelled like her and it smelled fucking good like honey and laundry detergent and printer ink. 

Plus the way she shook her head and smiled was… it made his heart do a weird flip flop. 

“It does. I can’t picture you as a Deanna. I much prefer Dean.” She said and moved a bit closer to him, turning so she was facing him, curling up so her socked toes nearly touched his warm jean covered leg. 

“Hm… you smell good.” Dean said and leaned forward a bit so his head rested on the back of the couch, lolled back a bit. 

“Mmh~ Mister Winchester are you trying to get in my panties?” Castiel said teasingly as she leaned forward so her face rested a few inches from Dean’s. His breath was hot and stank of beer as it washed over her face and he felt the same only her breath smelled like everclear and mints. 

“Yeah. Yeah I am. Please?” Dean asked, confidence fading for a moment only to soften the rejection if it happened. He doubted himself was this not what she had wanted? Did she just wanna chat? Was this pushing the line?

She took in a shaky breath and she couldn’t hold back, he was so willing and she hadn’t done it in so long, she’d not felt the need or want to do it for so long. 

“God you’re cute it’s not even fair, come here” Castiel says and pulls him over to straddle her lap, her hand coming up to pull his head to hers, lips meeting. Dean was quick to moan and get his hands to her sides, pulling at her blouse. She had her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him from pulling away as their tongues met. He let her explore his mouth, easily giving up dominance of the kiss. He groaned and pulled at the buttons of her shirt, begging for it to be off. 

She pulled back, staring at him, her lipstick smeared over his lips and to the side a bit. They were both a bit out of breath, her hands relaxing and dropping to his shoulders. 

It felt good to… well feel good. She felt happy. And horny. It was great. 

“Even deal, shirt or shirt” She said and pulled at the shoulders of his tight t-shirt. He smiled. 

“Yes ma'am” He said happily and pulled the shirt off by the neck, throwing it over to the corner. Baring his muscular torso and strong arms, his thin red surgery scars framing his pecs, healed half-hazardly, puffed up in some places and thinner and fainter in others. 

Castiel stared at him as he knelt over her, jeans low on his hips. He was… hot, tan, and… fuckable. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, short closed mouth kisses, with his thumb holding her chin. 

“Your turn, Miss Novak” He said and sat back, fingers playing with the bottom of her blouse. She swallowed and nodded, giving him permission to start undoing the buttons. And soon she was bared down to her plain white bra. 

“If I had known I was going to have company I would have worn something a bit more flattering.” She said and looked away from him. She had this bra since she got her boobs… and she’d washed it maybe 5 times in a year. She had other nice bras, lacey ones and push up ones and ones that made her look thinner and less broad. 

“I think you look hot, really hot. Can I touch em?” Dean asked as he practically drooled over the perfect soft looking pale breasts that were cupped in front of him. God those were… the best. And he said as much. 

“Those are the best” He said, which caused her to cover her face and laugh, embarrassment flooding through her. 

“Yeah… the… the clasp is kinda busted in the back so I can- oh!” She tried to explain and reach back but Dean had already popped the two good clasps and wiggled the last one free. She was surprised but well… Dean probably had experienced bra issues in the past. 

Dean’s hands found their way to cup and grab at the soft squish of her breast, groaning into the kiss he pulled her into. Fuck, she was warm and welcoming and undoing his belt but his hands stopped her from unzipping his jeans. He looked down at her… so pretty. So feminine, so pretty, so gentle, so… everything. 

“I uh… I don’t got um… I haven’t… I’m still…” He struggled but Castiel cupped his face and gave him a sweet look, an understanding look. 

“It’s okay. I haven’t had surgery down there either, at least not that kind of surgery. Do you wanna stop?” She said and let her thumb rub over his cheekbone, warm and comforting. Dean breathed and calmed down and shook his head, hands traveling from her chest down over her soft stomach down to her slacks, looking at her as he unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. 

“I don’t wanna stop, I wanna keep going.” Dean said seriously and leaned down to kiss her deeply, tongues rolling together, as her hands came to his hips and slipped under his jeans, over his briefs, to press at him. 

He pulled back and huffed, panting as her fingers pressed against his wet cunt, his briefs soaked through nearly. He let out a whimper, shoving his head into her shoulder, panting. 

“Do you.. You can touch me. Please touch me, I’m so hard” Dean whimpered and rubbed against her hand. 

She was so happy. He was… god so perfect, willing and wet and perfect. She pulled her hand back, pulling his jeans down but they wouldn’t get over his thighs. 

“Up, take them off, all of it off, I wanna get my hands on your cock” Castiel said, letting her voice relax and drop a bit. Dean shuttered standing up for a moment to yank at his pants and underwear until it was on a pile on the floor. He climbed back into her lap, not embarrassed of how wet he was or that his cock wasn’t very big. He took testosterone when he could, when he could swindle it, John never helped him get it so he was all on his own. So his… his cock was bigger but not really… just enough to be able to get between his fingers and rub.

Castiel let her hands wander over his smooth back, feeling the muscles flex and relax before traveling down and giving his ass a grab. Dean jumped a bit but smiled and got his hands back on her soft chest, he wanted to bend down and give them each a kiss. 

“Cas…” He breathed out, feeling a bit overwhelmed but… too horny to care. He leaned down and kissed her again but cried out when her fingers slid over him, finger tips pushing at his slick hole. He grabbed around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, too embarrassed to actually say it. 

“You can put it in, if you wanna” He whimpered and Castiel shook her head and turned her head and kissed his forehead. 

“Dean?” She asked, hand cupping him, feeling how burning hot and wet he was.

“Yeah, Cas?” He replied, which made her happy because well… no one ever called her ‘Cas’. And he was just… so cute. 

“I’m gonna make you cum until you cry. Do you know why?” Castiel said, pressing her palm into Dean’s hard cock. Dean moaned out a little bit and breathed quickly, his stomach clenching up at the thought of Castiel… ruining him. He felt a little light headed, especially with her hand pressing right up against his cock and her fingers over his whole cunt and and- fuck

“Wh-Why?” He forced out grinding against her hand. She crooked her fingers up to just nearly be inside of him, inciting a gasp from him. She pulled him back by the hair on the back of his head, making him look at her, he was gasping. 

“Because you’re so cute” She said and pulled him down for a kiss and shoved two of her fingers into his dripping hole. Dean moaned, grinding as much as he could against her fingers that seemed to immediately find a sweet spot inside him. She licked into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth for a moment before kissing down his neck. 

“Ah- I don’t like that. Just, kiss me up here” Dean said and pulled her face back up to his, he didn’t like getting necked. Never did, didn’t know why. Castiel kissed him and moved to nibble at his ear, her lipstick tracing a line from his lips over. 

“Good boy” She whispered and started working her fingers in and out of him, forcing loud moans and groans from his throat. 

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“Fuck! Fu-uh-uh-uck, please, oh god, feels so fuggin good! Please” Dean cried out as tears streamed down his face. His arms were wrapped around Castiel’s neck, hands grabbing onto her shoulders, she was squeezing his cock a bit tight and it was driving him crazy . 

Dean cried out and covered his mouth, mumbling something. 

“Say it baby, what’re you gonna say” Castiel egged him on, she loved the way he cried and all the noises he made and god hearing him was the best . She wanted to squeeze every noise out of him. 

He leaned back, stomach tense and jumpy, he was breathing so heavily, his chest heaving, he’d never felt like this before. He looked at her, god she was so pretty why the fuck was he so loose lipped and and god her hands -

“Oh fuck momma, I’m so close” Dean whimpered, clenching down on her three fingers. He looked at her as her eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise, her hand stopped moving on him. He immediately tried to back track, most women he was with didn’t like that. He liked it but most women thought it was… weird. 

“I’m sorry I-” He said and tried to raise himself up off her fingers but she had him by the hair, pulling him down so they were nearly nose to nose. She pulled her fingers out of him and had his cock between her fingers. 

“Say it again.” She nearly growled, feeling her cock throb in her panties. She didn;t think she had any kinks but that was… jeez Dean was her kink. 

“I’m so close momma, fuck, rub my dick please, please touch it” Dean whimpered desperately, she was really squeezing him and fuck he was so close he was getting a headache. 

“God, yeah, you like mumma’s fingers in you?” Castiel asked and kept her fingers stead on him even as he twitched and jerked. She felt like her skin was alight with fire, everywhere they touched it felt like they were burning, their chests, stomachs, everywhere they touched felt like they could never pull away. 

“Yeah, love your fingers in my cunny momma, please! Please! I feel so empty but I’m so c-close” Dean begged he just wanted to cum, he was so close. Castiel pulled her hands away, grabbing at his body as she surged up to kiss him. 

“God Dean, I haven’t felt… like this in so long. Can I fuck you?” Castiel asked, huffed against his cheek as he kissed down her jaw. It was like a rushed fever had washed over them, an overwhelming need. 

“Yes please please fuck me fill me up.” Dean begged and Castiel was standing, hands hauling him up with her. 

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking perfect, so strong, fuck me momma, fuck me” Dean cried as he was carried through the house, loving the view of Castiel’s boobs where they pressed up against his sternum. He shoved his forehead against the top of her head, taking in the sweet scent of her hair. 

She got through to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her, and dropped him on the bed. He shoved himself up to be in the center of the bed. She was quick to shove her slacks off and to crawl over him. She straddled him looking down at his red cunt and throbbing cock. He reached up to play with her tits, roll her nipples between his fingers and squish them together. 

“What’re you gonna fuck me with? What’re you gonna shove in my cunny?” Dean asked, setting what he wanted his junk to be called. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, guiding his legs apart so she was knelt between them, not letting each other get very far. 

“I’m gonna fuck you… I’m gonna put my… I don’t wanna say it. I wanna put it in but I don't want to say… those words.” She said, self conscious about saying cock or dick or anything else. She didn’t wanna think about that. 

“Okay, just stuff me momma, I’m… I’m dying for it” Dean said and looked down to where her panties were bulging out in the front. She was so pretty, her thighs looked strong and he liked the way she had a happy trail which he traced down, it was soft and short. 

She knelt up and covered the trail and her bulge, looking away, face turning even more red. 

“If I knew I would have company I would have shaved… I haven’t um… I’m not very smooth down there.” She explained and he huffed and shook his head. He usually kept himself trimmed with his electric trimmer just because he liked it. He reached down and moved her hands. 

“I think it’s cute. I think this is cute too…” Dean said with his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he traced down her bulge. She leaned down and kissed him again smiling against each other, so comfortable. 

“Am I still a pretty lady with this?” She said and when she leaned back she pulled her panties down so her cock could slip out from behind the thick cotton fabric. Dean looked at it with hungry eyes and a wolfish grin. 

“Prettiest lady I’ve ever seen…” He said and let one of his hands wrap around it and give it a few strokes… goodness he could barely get his hard around it and it was… at least eight inches long. 

“That’s… that’s big. Uh you have any lube?” He asked, nervousness creeping into his voice as he took in how… heavy and long and thick her cock was… hell his toy was probably half as big. 

“Yeah I do. But there is something else I wanna do…” Cas said, letting her hips roll up into his hand a few times before nipping at his neck and pulling away. Dean looked at her eyes and then at the big thing in his hand, that would not fit in his mouth but but she was so… he would choke on it if she asked. 

“I could- I’d you wanna- I mean-” Dean started but she was quick to press a kiss to quiet him. 

“Can I blow you, Dean?” She asked, hand going down to lightly dance over his inner thighs, sticky with drying slick, shaking with desperation. He was nodding, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cry out. 

“Fuck… yeah. Yeah you can gimme head” Dean finally struggled out after cracking his eyes open to see Castiel perfectly content petting around his inner thighs and just above where he wished she would touch. She smiled and kissed his lips before making her way down to his dripping cunt and hard cock. 

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“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, Cas, Cassy, I’m gonna cum” Dean cried out as Cas kept on just barely grazing her teeth over his cock, keeping her fingers rubbing at all the good spots inside him. 

She pulled back, sucking harshly as she did, cock leaving her lips with a pop. She looked up at him and stilled her fingers, she had a devilish smile on her lips and shook her head. She blew out a cold breath onto him, causing him to shiver and whimper. 

“No! No no no I can go again. I can’t can fuck like four times no problem please please lemme cum” Dean begged, he was at his limit, he felt like he was burning alive, tears rolling down the sides of his face, throat nearly sore from yelling out. 

“Oh I dunno… you’re cocks pretty hard, might just wanna play with it all night” Castiel taunted, nail coming to run up the bottom of it and flick the tip of it. Dean cried out, hips bucking up and hands finally leaving the sheets and grabbing at Castiel’s hands. 

“Please momma lemme cum and I’ll take you so good, all the way, I’ll be so good if you lemme cum.” Dean tried to convince and his voice cracked and… well Castiel couldn’t turn him down when he looked so… pathetically attractive like a wet cat. 

“Then I guess it’s fine” Castiel said in a fake put out kinda way and pinched the nub between her fingers and started jerking him quickly and harshly. Dean cried out, quivering against the bed. He was screaming out legs going to wrap around Cas’s waist, crushing her tightly. 

“Cas! Fuck! Fuck! Please! God Fuh! Momma, god, yes, yes, yes yesyesyes” Dean begged and grabbed onto the sheets so tight it felt like he could rip through them. He took in one big breath and let out a high pitched moan, feeling like his brain turned off as wave after wave of pleasure twisted him all up and untied all at once. He relaxed down to feeling like jelly against the bed, catching his breath. 

Cas shushed him, gently running her hands over his belly, up and down his sides, on the outsides of his legs. She was staring down at where he was dripping, her white blanket turning dark with how much he’d cum, how wet he’d gotten. She ran her fingers through it, up and down over his folds. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay, what a good boy. Such a good boy. Look at that... Came all over mumma’s fingers. Look at that…” She said and brought her dripping hand up to her mouth, his rich lovely scent encompassing all her senses. God he tasted good. God she was hard, her heart was in knots too though. She moaned around her fingers, groaning at how he tasted, smelled, how he everything.

“That’s not fair…” Dean groaned as he finally came down, watching her lick his slick off her hand. Castiel smiled and dropped her hand to give her cock a few tight strokes, staring down at him, all tan muscles and wet cunt. 

“I don’t care. Can I put this in now?” Cas said and scooted up to slap her cock against his folds. She smiled at him, tongue poked between her teeth. Dean closed his eyes, he just came but… it was like his mind was made of putty and she had her hands in it. 

“Oh momma… yeah. Yeah fuck me deep. Put it in my cunt.” He whimpered and pulled her down for a kiss, her breast squishing against his chest. 

Castiel guided her cock into him, panting against his neck. Dean whimpered and held her around her shoulders, he tried to relax but god… it kinda hurt. He really wasn’t used to things that big being… crammed into him. 

“Cas… cas… It’s too big I can’t, it’s gonna hurt me” Dean said sorrowfully and looked heartbroken when Cas pulled out a bit and got on her hands over him, He didn’t wanna look at her… he hated being looked at like this when he was getting fucked. 

“I don’t think this is a good position, I’m not fond of… well humping like an animal.” She said and that caused them both to crack up as she pulled out and they sat across from each other, each a little amused with the situation. 

“Ya know I’ve never met a gal like you before.” Dean said, leaning his head against his shoulder, looking at her as she sat down across legged, cock still hard between her legs. She looked at him with a look that was… it made him feel sparkling. 

“I’ve never met a man like you either.” She said and then a thought popped into her head. Dean was about to say something but she cut him off, crawling toward him to kiss him and smile. 

“I know the perfect thing, move over.” She said and laid down, unclipping her hair and throwing the clip to the side, waist length hair falling down around her like a dark halo. Dean watched and man… she was pretty. He was lucky as hell, huh?

“Okay now you get like you’re gonna fuck me and and lemme pull my legs up.” Cas said excitedly as she pulled her knees to her chest. Dean got between them and looked at her funny, what was she doing?

“Okay see, now just… lean forward, I’m flexible, don't worry…” She said and pulled him down over her so he was pinning her down. She smiled and moved her hands between them, guiding her cock back up to his cunt. Dean looked down at her, this was… it was like he was fucking her position wise. But also… it wouldn’t offer a lot of penetration. 

“Man… I knew you could teach me” He said and smiled as he leaned down to kiss her, she held her cock up for him to lower down on it. Castiel huffed as he lowered down onto her, he was so warm and wet and tight. 

“That’s good Dean… Now fuck me.” Castiel said and it only took Dean a few tried to get the hang of it, he had to kinda rock back and forth and not really thrust but fuck it was good. He never felt so good and Castiel made such pretty sounds, eyes closed and lips in a perfect O. 

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“Do you wanna get a shower with me?” Cas asked as they came down, laying next to each other covered in sweat and cum. Cas had reassured him that she had a vasectomy and that she was clean, he’d said fuck it to a condom. Dean had rode her until she’d cum, filling him, and then had gotten too strained and rode her regularly, until he’d cum again, her fingers on his cock. 

Dean was just barely awake, struggling to not doze off on the soft cozy comfort of her bed. It had been so long since he’d had the comfort of a warm bed, and a cuddle, and a shower without having to look for roaches or used condoms. 

“God yes, last time I showered I had to wear boots because of the fungus.” Dean said and sat up, a twinge in his back but a dull perfect ache inside himself. Castiel chuckled and looked over at him, hand coming up to trace shapes in his lower back. 

“Sounds gross, lucky for you I’m a clean freak so.. No fungus.” She said and sat up, holding the blanket over her chest. Her nipples ached a bit from Dean’s toying with them so much, well toying and sucking and biting and damn she had class to teach tomorrow she’d need to put bandaids over them. Dean groaned when he stood up, slick and jizz sliding down his legs, Cas stared cause fuck that’s… 

“Are you gonna eat me, Miss Novak? Naughty naughty, I thought you were a sweet gal.” He said teasingly, pulling his ass apart to both show where he was dripping and to spread himself just enough for another rush of cum to slip out of him. Cas was nearly hard again when she saw that. 

“Now, now, that’s asking for trouble” She said and looked back at Dean’s smiling face. God he was cute. He turned back to her, shameless of his form. 

“Come on, I don’t like being sticky, makes me sad.” He said, looking down face pulling into a sad expression. Cas stood up, pulled him into a kiss, a soft gentle kiss. 

“It’s okay, I’m not fond of being naked or sticky.” She said and pulled him to the bathroom right outside the bedroom, she was quick to pull him behind the glass door and turn the hot water on. 

“It’s so late, I have a class at nine tomorrow.” Castiel complained  as she stood under the water, letting it hit her in the face and soak through her hair. Dean hugged her from behind, resting his head against her shoulder. 

“Sorry, I can leave now if you want” Dean offered, stepping away from her, he’d leave if she wanted, it wasn’t very far to the impala. Castiel turned around and pulled him under the water as she stepped back out of it. 

“Aw but how sad to sleep alone when I have a big strong man to hold me.” She said which caused Dean to smile and kiss her. They kissed a bit more before the woman got a bottle of body wash and a bath sponge. 

“Oou… frilly. I feel so pampered.” Dean said jokily as she started scrubbing him down, smiling at him. She let her hands wash him, a weird feeling of… content enjoyment as he basked in the warm water. She got a little lost in the movement of it, that was until she was on her knees in front of him and felt his hand on her shoulder. 

“Cas, get up.” He said, not looking at her, just looking kinda sour to the side. She rose up, looking at her with her head cocked to the side, confused. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked but Dean was pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back but he wouldn’t let go, He just held onto her, water hitting his back. She rubbed his back and felt him sniffle once before pulling away. She held his face in her hands and she kissed all over his face, cheek, forehead, nose, chin, everywhere. 

“So emotional, do you need mummy to kiss it better?” She asked, only sorta kidding. Dean cracked a smile and nodded and they kissed again, Cas loving the way Dean was. Just everything about him. 

“Why’re you so hot and so sweet? Why’re you just… lovin on me?” Dean asked and kept his forehead leaning on her shoulder. 

“Cause I like you” She said and held him. She did like him. He was cute and funny and kind and she just felt pulled to him. He huffed a laugh and pulled back to look at her, all soaked from the shower and gleaming with post orgasm glow. 

“Yeah I like you too” He agreed and made her smile as his hands traveled back up to her boobs. 

“You like me or you like my tits, cause they were expensive” She said and he laughed and bent down to kiss and lick them for just a moment before kissing her. 

“Boobs are definitely a plus. Uh… is it weird if I ask you on a date?” Dean asked and looked at her for a minute as she turned the water off, she was rinsed it was enough. She could shower in the morning. 

“Do my boobs get to come too?” She joked and he nodded, smiling widely, eyes scrunching up.

“They can definitely come too, also can I borrow some pants?” He asked and soon they were snuggled in bed, dirty blanket tossed to the floor and new one pulled from the closet. Dean was out like a light, enjoying the company and comfort. 

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It was easy to find work. Cas let him stay, promising he’d be good. They slept together and Cas learned that he could cook an amazing breakfast and a mean burger but also loved milkshakes and smoothies. Dean learned that Cas had… quite a sex toy collection. Dildos, vibrators, beads, rings, all sorts of stuff that made Dean’s little blue dildo seem like a household decoration. 

She had also given him enough confidence to talk to Sam. He had turned away and left when he’d seen his brother one too many times, just not having the guts to say something. 

So one Thursday when he knew Sam would be walking through the parking lot he was waiting. Well not waiting. Cas didn’t have a class for another two hours so they had gotten lunch and Dean was napping off his carbs while Cas was reading papers in the front seat of the impala. It was a beautiful day so the windows were down and Dean only had Cas’s soft cardigan thrown over him. 

“Hey De- Professor Novak? Why’re you in my brother’s car? I didn’t know-” Sam said as he spotted the impala and came up to see his brother. He hadn’t talked to Dean since he left for college. He loved Dean, never really saw him as a sister anyway. However he was incredibly surprised when he saw the theology prof in Dean’s car. Especially when he didn’t know Dean even knew the professor. 

“Dean, sweety, wake up. Sorry we just had lunch.” Cas said and reached over to stroke through Dean’s hair which was usually a major no go. Sam gawked at them when he saw that. He looked at Dean who yawned and sat up. 

“You’re boning. Jesus! Dean, I haven’t seen you in like a year and you come and smash one of the professors!? You dickbag!” Sam said and stepped away from the car and turned back to it, hands on his hips. 

“Technically she smashes me but whatever. I need to talk to you but uh… I’m gonna be in town for a while.” Dean said and leaned over the front seat, shit eating grin pasted on his face as Cas smacked his arm and shook her head at his nasty talk. 

“Smashing the theology professor. You’re a dog, you know that?” Sam said and climbed into the driver’s seat leaning over to give Dean a half hug. It was still nice to see him. 

[randomveyn]

ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ

featuring ⁞ grimmjow jaegerjacquez, kurosaki ichigo, madarame ikkaku, abarai renji, hisagi shuhei

warnings ⁞ fem!reader, suggestive themes, drinking, implied daddy kink, mentions of vaping, pet names (baby girl, kitten, princess)

𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙬 takes his time on his seat, chucking down beer while watching you sway your hips along the beat under the lights of neon pink and blue. send him winks, mouthed him a “come dance, baby” and he'd jump right in.

is arrancar naturally good at dancing? because he sure knows how to work those hips like a pro. he'd occasionally grind into your ass, pretending he got the tempo wrong but the bulge on his tight jeans said something else.

but he won't be satisfied with some feather-light touches. if anything, he gets greedy each time. can't keep those big hands from slithering along your curves. give him kisses and playful licks, make those breathy moans by his ears. and he'd have no qualms in snatching you away from the dance floor, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, trapping you between cold wall and his burning muscles. “time for some snacks, kitten.”

𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙤 and 𝙞𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙪 are the same type of guy. they don't go out chasing after girls. you'd find them lounging around the corner vip sofa, manspreading comfortably in their seats, maybe challenging each other who can take the most shots for the night.

you'd have to walk up to them with the guts of steel. ikkaku might spare you a glance but shoos you away immediately. no matter what you look like, he won't be interested until he sees a real challenge here. bring up the fact, or just lie through your teeth, about your black belt in judo and he'd whipped his head back to you fast. propose him a match and whether you win or not, you'd still find you both wrestling in bed tonight. “today's my lucky day, huh?”

ichigo is a simple man with a sprinkle of his closet daddy kink. he patted on his lap a few times, ushering you to take a seat. and then he'd feel you up with those biceps holding you close, squeeze you abit to have you squirming under him. he secretly enjoy the power he can exert on sweet girls like you, stroking his ego because he gets you all putty in his hand effortlessly like this.

he'd send a smug grin across the club, to a certain baby blue haired man and gets a middle finger back from the latter. “look at that loser. daddy needs no dance to get baby girl like you.”

𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 and 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙝𝙚𝙞 would be hanging around outside of the club, clad in punk leather outfits and slouching on their bikes. they try to come off as 'too cool to be dancing in there' but everyone knows they're just weak against women.

renji pulls out his vape pen, casually sucking and puffing out clouds of pineapple flavours as he watches people waltzing in and out of the club. and then, he sees you, hastily tumbling your way out with a group of guys following close behind. he caught your agitated expression, visibly uncomfortable under their ogling eyes and slurs.

so he wasted no time in slinging his arm around you, pulling you away with a big grin. “sorry for the wait, baby.” you shouldn't feel safe around this man either, not with those deadly tattoos he had from head to toe but you wouldn't even think twice about snuggling up against his half-exposed chest.

shuhei would be the one to offer you a ride home, because he's the only one with an extra helmet. it was originally prepared for his drunk ass friend (kira or rangiku-san) but guess he wouldn't mind taking a couple of trips back and forth tonight. HE IS JUST THAT NICE. and so, enjoy your ride hugging him close, feeling those toned abs below. oh, and he'd definitely take off his jacket and let you wear them. “gotta keep you all nice and warm.”

blow him some goodbye kiss okay because let's be honest, his nose can't handle a real kiss on the cheek. he's also the type who'd wait for you walk into your apartment lobby, disappear into the elevator before leaving. BOYFRIEND MATERIAL. but don't be mistaken, this guy can be smooth. you'll soon find his business card in his jacket.

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[hufflepuffinstorybrooke]

Please Don’t Hate Me

I need to start by stating that I really liked the Red, White, and Royal Blue movie. The cast and crew were amazing and this was a sorely necessary movie in the queer community as far as representation goes. I am also really bad at separating a movie from its source material. So this is just an opinion on some representation, both feminine and queer, that I wish had been in the movie.

First, with the female representation. Most obviously, the fact that June was written out, Princess Catherine was absent, and Queen Mary was switched to King James III.

Even while Alex is the main character, June is the heart of the Claremont-Diaz family. Alex and Ellen are too wrapped up in caring for the nation that they can sometimes forget that they need looking after themselves.

Combine this with keeping Ellen married to Oscar (she and Oscar are too similar, but Leo took care of her) and taking away some of her more nurturing characteristics (good thing bad thing), Alex’s family seems less supportive in the movie than the book.

This is similar to the problem I have with removing Princess Catherine. Henry has Bea’s support, but with the watered down Bea, that’s almost an empty corner. Princess Catherine is what forces the Queen to support Henry and Alex, and that is the first time Henry has felt a parent’s love since his father died. It’s just so important to his story, but I can understand why it was cut.

But why did they have to water Bea down so much? I don’t need the Powder Princess scandal, but if Bea is Henry’s only support, show that she is strong enough to back him for real. Throw her in a leather jacket, send her out to a party with the group, and show an electric guitar in the corner of the music room. It didn’t have to be anything big, but give her back her fire!

Then there’s Queen Mary, which I don’t really mind the switch since it gave us Stephen Fry as King James and the prime minister was a woman. I just felt like it lost some of the symbolism of the female heads of the nations and their opposite viewpoints on FirstPrince and tradition.

Lastly, there’s Nora. I liked her, I really did, but I wish they had mentioned that she went to MIT, even just Alex calling her MIT like he does in the book. There are places of higher learning, particularly in STEM, that kept women out for far too long. It would have been a great boost to show a woman being a graduate of the most well known technical institute in the country.

The only woman I was completely satisfied with was Zahra, they kept her as tough as nails!

Before I start on queer representation, remember that I do realize how important this movie is as a mainstream representation of queer love. However:

By taking out June, they took away the June/Nora/Pez relationship. I personally think that June and Nora were in a relationship and Pez just joined in while he’s in town. But still, a polyamorous secondary relationship in a rom com would have been nice.

That also takes away Nora’s bisexuality, which is just bi erasure! (And I know Alex says he’s bi, but that scene when Zahra calls him and Henry homosexuals bothers me! It erases Alex’s bisexuality!)

Rafael Luna was a huge impact on Alex, and showing an openly gay senator would have been amazing.

I am glad that, since they only kept one secret service agent, that they kept Amy. However, I do miss Cash and his pansexual jean jacket!

Moving on to Amy, I don’t mind that they didn’t mention that she is trans, especially since she is played by a trans actress and that was only brought up in Alex’s thoughts in the book. I do wish she had brought up her wife. There was such a good window of opportunity when she and Alex are talking about her dog. “You know my wife and I named our dog Jonathan.”

The addition of Miguel Ramos brings in the “gays are evil and vindictive” stereotype. Especially considering he was the only other openly queer person in the movie

On a lighter, headcanon note, I see Bea as at least ace, if not aroace, which sucks that it wasn’t included, but it makes sense since it’s not canon. Also, Princess Catherine cuffs her jeans, so she’s obviously bi lol

Again, the book is perfection, and I love the movie in its own right too. These are just some things that were missed or added that I wish changed in the movie!

[romanarose]

Leather and Lace: Chapter 9

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

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Chapter summary: Santi takes Laci to one of Ben's fights. Later, Santi takes Laci on their first real date

WARNINGS!: Mentions of addiction, sexual trauma, bad relationships, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), hand job.

I know this isn’t a gif and its actually Oscar but I felt it was fitting imagine santi all dressed up on his date with Laci

“Santi!” Laci squealed, gripping his arm and burying her face in his upper arms. Santiago took his free hand and rubbed his hand on her knee while looking over to Frankie, both of them chuckling.

“He’s okay Lace, they have padded gloves.” Santi assured.

Laci had asked again to see Benny fight in the ring, and Santi agreed. He could not, for the life of him, think of why Laci would want to come here, of all places. There was the obvious; her and Ben were friends, she wanted to support him. There’s also the part where she knew Santi wanted to come; Santi had only been twice since Laci came into his life, and that was when Laci would watch Rosie. Laci insisted she didn’t want Santiago to stop his life for her, and she wanted to support Benny. So, they ended up here.

Laci stood out. To Santi, she always stood out. He was acutely aware how much people stared at her, women and men checking her out. She was gorgeous, that was obvious. But here? She stood out even more. There were plenty of women, women wearing far, far less than she was, Laci’s low cut dress wasn’t what was drawing attention. Well, not all of it. She was wearing a simple powder blue, flowy dress with flowing sleeves to match. It was fitted to her figure and the color looked lovely, bringing out her pale blue eyes, something Santi never noticed on other women. Something about Laci made him notice the little things. Santi doubted that the low cut dress was necessarily meant to draw attention to her chest, she was generally naive to how much men stared at her. But boy,was she drawing attention. Other men’s and his.

When Laci stepped out of her bedroom in the dress, something he was with her when she bought, he almost said something. He almost said she would be overdressed, that most people would be in t-shirts or tank tops, and definitely less pretty clothes. But she looked so cute, so excited. He could never dull that shine. Laci didn’t even seem to notice how much her pretty dress stood out. She never noticed how much she drew eyes to her. She never noticed how much Santi was drawn to her. Even now, now that they were together, she still had no idea the effect she had on him. Let her wear the pretty dress. Let her have this.

Laci popped her head up again, grimacing as she watched Benny take a beating and give one back. Santi grinned as he pulled his arm out of her grip, and wrapped it around her as she tried to watch the fight, giving little ‘woo!’s and ‘great job!’s when she thought he could hear. Before the start of his last fight, she cheered encouragement, making Ben turn to see her still clinging Santi’s arm. Benny and Santi made eye contact, Benny couldn’t help but smile at how happy Santi looked.

At the end of the fight, the group went to a door where their names were on a list to access the back.

Laci detached from Santi as soon as she saw her friend, wearing his leather jacket over her shoulders “Benny, that was horrible!” Laci whined, scampering over to where Benny was sitting on a bench, Will applying ice to his face.

“Laci, I’m gross-” a sweaty Ben protested

She didn’t stop, hugging him in relief and taking his face with a little ‘hey!’ from Will.

“Why do you do this? You don’t need the money.” She turned to Santiago. “I know you guys have a bunch of money you’re all mysterious about.” Back to Ben “Why do you like getting the shit beat out of you?”

Santi took her arms, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of her in his jacket, then pulling her away so Will could do his work. Attempting to rile her up, he whispered (loudly) “And just think, this is when he won”

Laci groaned at that. “Santi you’re making it worse!” 

Santi started laughing. “I know, that’s the point” He took both her hands. He had no idea how someone who had seen and been through so much had remained so soft. Benny taking a punch is absolutely not the worst thing Laci had seen this year. Maybe it was because it was someone she cared about, but he also had noticed how she winced and gasped when it was Benny’s turn to hit his opponents. She was just soft, empathetic, kind. There was a part of him that wanted to run, run away before he broke apart the perfect little flower she was petal by petal. But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t run, and he would do all that he could to not only not hurt her but help her. He would water her, help her grow until her roots were strong, strong enough to survive without him. If, when that happened, she still chose to be with him then he could relax. Until then, he would be there for everything she needed.

Laci’s pout slowly morphed in a smile, giving him a little smack on the arm. “You’re a pain, you know that?”

“Yeah.” He smiled fondly, and kissed her forehead.

Frankie smacked Santi’s head. “Okay you guys, rub it in the faces of the single people.” but he winked at Laci, earning him a smile.

The last two weeks, Laci had been particularly affectionate to Frankie, and Frankie quickly figured out that someone had told her about his ‘problem’. He didn’t mind. She didn’t judge him and she didn’t look at him with pity, she was just kind. He might have minded if he saw any insincerity, but Laci was nothing but genuine.

Santi stood behind Laci as they all walked back outside to where Benny and his opponent’s fans waited with a tailgate. Benny was a bit of a hometown hero. As was Will, to be sure, but Benny played the part up. Benny was the first to leave the military, coming back to their small town, Will following him a few years later when it became clear Ben was struggling to adjust to civilian life. When Benny took up the fighting in a bigger, nearby town, his good looks and natural charisma gained him a faithful following of fight-goers. 

Santi’s hold around her arms was partially protective in the rowdy crowd, but he’d be denying himself if it wasn’t a tad bit possessive. It was the same part of him that swelled with pride at the sight of her dwarfed in his jacket. Finally, he could say she was his. Even if he were to step away, trusting her to one of his friends, no one would try to hit on her. Their group was one people didn’t generally mess with. Except for Ben, but bar fights were different. Laci was under their protection, and no one who knew them would approach her with ill intent.

Watching his friends, he took it all in. He was lucky enough to have the prettiest girl in the parking lot in his arms, her hands running up his arms as he swayed in his safe, comforting grasp. Will stayed near Santi and Laci, complaining about the ‘shitty bro country’ and going on some rant about how music ended when the 80’s did and how country music was terrible, which had somehow turned into a thesis on Bob Dylan going electric.

Frankies was grabbing a beer. Better than coke, Santi supposed. Two weeks ago Santi had to struggle for hours to keep him out of jail and alive. Frankies bender had found him trying to get into Jana’s house, wanting to see Rosie. The whole thing, after he sobered up enough to realize what happened, disturbed him enough to admit he had an addiction. Those next few hours were some of the worst Santi can remember, watching his best friend cry in his arms about how he hated himself, how he wanted to die, how he wished it was him, not Tom. After he was safe and asleep, Santi had gone to get Laci and talk to Will about it. Just as well Benny was there. Laci politely excused herself to another room, allowing the three men to discuss the previous night. Frankie agreed to get sober, much to everyone's relief. They all had agreed it was best that given the sobriety attempt and Frankie expressing a desire to die, they would not leave him alone for a few weeks. Frankie had spent a couple nights on Santi’s couch, and Santi couldn’t help fall a little more in love with how Laci cared for his friend. She was there for all his shakes, to make him food, wipe his sweats and cheer him up. She took special care to make it seem like he was just a friend staying over after a late night, not to make him feel like he was burdon. Santi didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He was just listening in because he thought she was cute.

“Why don’t you stay the night?” She asked, as if it wasn’t Santiago’s rotation anyway, as if he hadn’t stayed the last two nights.

“Oh no, I shouldn’t” Frankie pretended to refuse.

Laci was already grabbing the spare blanket and pillow from the pantry. “Oh nonsense! This way we can watch another movie. Are you hungry?”

“Um, I am, actually, yeah…” How did she know that?

“Me too, I’ll order pizza” Laci plopped down on the couch with the bedding.

“Laci” Frankie grabbed her hand. Laci looked up at him, wide-eyed. Not afraid, but the nervousness that was often around her still. He removed his hand. “How long.”

She blinked at him. 

“How long have you been sober?”

The pink tint of her cheeks drained. 

As did the blood from Santi when he heard that. Fuck, how did he not notice?

Frankie continued. “You know this a little too well. You read my mind. How long.”

Her resolve faltered. “It’s been a long time. About 7 years. I… wasn’t on it for long, I went through a bad time with a guy. When he left I had no access to it and was forced to detox alone. I just… don’t want you to go through that.”

Frankie nodded. “Thanks, sweetie. Does Santi know?”

Laci shook her head.

“You should tell him.”

Laci gave a light scoff. “I think I’m pathetic enough in his eyes as it is.”

“Laci, I promise you he doesn’t think you are pathetic at all.”

At that moment, Santi knew he needed to talk to her, actually talk to her. Talk about their pasts and what happened to her. But right now, she was happy, smiling. Frankie came and joined Will’s one-sided discussion, defending country music from Will's admonishment. 

Santi and Laci swayed to the music, her hair tickling his face as he smelled her, thinking how he could never get tired of it. “Hey Lace” he murmured. “You asked why Ben does this when he doesn’t need the money?”

Laci nodded.

Santi pointed to where Benny was entertaining a group of people, some of whom Santi recognized from his groupies. “That’s why. Ben likes attention.”

“We all like attention, Santi” Her tone was a warning to be nice.

Santi shook his head. “No, no I don’t mean it as a bad thing. He’s good at it. He’s genuine, he’s nice. He’s not faking anything. He’s a good person who likes people, and people like him. He does the fights because one, it gets out his pent up rage he pretends he doesn’t have. Two, he gets a few minutes of doteing from his brother… and pretty girls” he poked Laci’s arm. “who worry about him. This is something Will and Ben have together, Will trains him, then patches him but. But also” Santi’s finger circled the entire area. “He gets all this. The glory, the people, all of us together, pretty girls and guys. It’s a social butterflies dream.”

“Can we go next time?” Laci asked. 

Santi laughed out loud at that. “You wanna go again? I thought you were going to pass out!”

Laci playfully kicked his shin with her heel, grinning. “Oh hush.”

He kissed her head. “Yeah, Lace. We can do whatever you want for the rest of our lives” Santi briefly thought he might have jumped the gun. The rest of our life. That was intense for someone you only just told you loved… But he couldn’t find himself regretting it. And to his great relief, she sighed, relaxing into his arms.

“I love you, Santiago”

“I love you, baby.”

A few days later.

As Santiago drove through his town, it felt strange to not have Laci in the seat next to him. He took her with him everywhere he went. Today wasn’t that different, however. He was on his way to pick her up from Benny’s house. Santi had wanted to take her on a real date, a nice date. It was Benny’s idea to make it a little more traditional. He had picked her up in the morning to get her ready, and although Santi wondered why they needed 9 hours to get her dressed up, he wasn’t going to question it. They were going to a nice place, a very nice place, actually, a town over that Frankie used to take Jana in the year between Santi getting the money back from Columbia and their break up.

Santi was dressed up far more than he liked, but he wanted to make a good impression. It was their first date, and he sure felt like it. Santi had never felt this nervous around a woman. He had never worried about making the wrong move. She was different. This was different. 

When Benny answered the door with a wide grin, he looked absolutely thrilled with himself. “Come in!“ He practically dragged Santi inside. “We want to have a staircase moment”

Santi cocked his eyebrow at his friend at that. “Staircase moment?”

“Yeah, like in romance movies where the girl appears at the top of the stairs and walks down and music is playing and you realize you’re in love?”

Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but laugh. As if he wasn’t already in love. “Was this her idea or yours?”

Frankie came into view. “It was absolutely Benny’s idea.”

Greeting Frankie, Santi gave Frankie a pat on the back “Hey man.”

“But.” Frankie leaned in. “She did seem excited, and she looks really nice. Try to play it up.”

Benny called for her to come down, and faced Santi to the stairs. 

Santi knew right away he wouldn’t have to play anything up. She was ethereal. The dress was orchede, a color that complimented the pink in her face and her spring coloring. It was shorter in the front, longer in the back and the skirt fell in waves around her legs. The top had two thick straps and a floral design sewn in with a shiny thread in a floral pattern. 

“Lace…” He started, but stopped as she practically skipped down the stairs, the beach waves in her hair bouncing. His brain wasn’t forming words. “You look… honey I’m speechless. Wow.”

She gave him a soft kiss so as to not smudge the pink lipstick. “Hm, I wonder how that feels,” Laci teased with a wink.

Santi took both her hands, pulling her to him. “I mean it Laci, you are stunning.”

She grinded at that. “So are you, Santiago.”

Frankie and Benny waved them goodbye, Benny shouting at Santi “Behave! Have her home by 9!”

Dinner, and Santiago did not generally use this word to describe his life, was magical. There were a few moments where Laci’s nerves took over and she shut down but Santi was learning how to put her at ease, and simply talked until she was ready to talk again. She asked about his other military friends, and Santi asked about her brother, each sharing stories of the lighter side of their lives. They didn’t talk about the horrors and the deaths. When dinner was over, they went for a walk in a nearby park, the heat of Florida cooling down in the evening. Santi had let dinner be relaxed, but as he held her hand, he knew they had to talk about other things, they needed to be open. He couldn’t just fool himself into pretending her life started with him, she had 29 years before he came into her life that day.

He held her hand as they strolled, took a deep breath and spoke. “Hey Lace, can I talk to you about something?”

That immediately made Laci nervous, as it would anyone, the familiar rush of anxiety flowing through her. But she squeezed Santi’s hand and assured herself. This was Santi, everything would be okay. “Yeah?”

“I heard you talking to Fish the other day. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you talking about the coke.”

Fuck. He heard that. 

When Laci didn’t respond for a moment, he continued. “Frankie was right, I don’t think you’re pathetic. And I hope you know that after everything with Frankie, I’m not judging you for it. I just want us to be honest.” He stopped walking and faced her, one hand around her waist, the other on her flushed cheek. “A few weeks ago when I… When I was being shitty, you said you have a bachelor's degree and said I never asked. You’re right. I don’t know hardly anything about your past. And we never talk about what happened to you.”

She looked up at him, pretty eyes looking worried. “My past is a disaster, Santi. A lot of bad choices. I don’t want you to think less of me.” Her lips quivered and her eyes began to shine.”

“Oh sweetheart…” Santi kissed her forehead. “I could never think less of you. You are everything to me.”

“Will said…” Laci started, but stopped, eyes dodging away.

This concerned Laci. He had been sure Will’s shitty behavior was in the past, but had he said something? “What did he say?” His voice slightly darker.

She looked back at him immediately. “Nothing bad! Not to me, we were just talking about… about Frankie’s addiction and Benny’s drinking… he said you all have things that distract you. He said you always have projects… And you’ve done so much for me, you take care of me and invited me into your home when you only knew me for 3 days… I just wonder if I’m a project. I worry that if I no longer need you, you won’t want me…” A tear escaped her eyes, which Santi promptly thumbed away.

“Munequita…” Santi’s heart hurt for her. He was kicking himself for allowing her to think like that, to worry. “Laci, no…” Both his hands held her face, softly holding her gaze to him. “Laci, I love you, I want you to get better, to be able to do the things you used to. I know in the past I have… maybe I’ve kept you from things. That was because I wanted to protect you but I know that was wrong. I want to help you grow, I want to be your support. If that means when you don’t need me, you don’t want me, then that’s okay-”

Her lips crashed into his, a ferver and need spoken silently between them. “I’ll always want you. I promise, can we maybe talk about it later?”

He nodded. “Yeah, as long as we talk about it later.”

“Take me home?”

Santi allowed his hands to trail down, peaking to her ass, just a bit. “Always, Muñequita”

He could not help himself any longer, by the time they had gotten home, through his extensive home securities codes that still did not quell the ever present anxiety in his mind, and gotten her inside, the last bit of resolve that had been holding on by a thread all these months. He had her against the door of his bedroom, his hand roaming her body, and despite the pink dress covering her, he was thrilled to be able to touch the parts of her he had kept away from. 

“Santi…” She moaned into his mouth and he gripped her ass with both hands.

“You okay?” He asked, pressing tender kisses into her neck.

Laci responded by pressing her hips against his, feeling him growing harder by the second. “More than okay. I want you, please?” She knew she had to make the move, he would never do it first. He would never do anything that might make her feel pressured.

“Ah- are you sure? We don’t have to just because we went to diner”

“I want to” Laci kissed his pretty mouth, running her tongue along his lips which made a very, very pretty sound escape him. “Need you.”

“C’mere” Santi scooped her up, shitty knees be damned. As he carried her into the bedroom, he could help reflect (despite her lips sucking onto his neck) how this mirrored their time when they first met, how he had carried her the last leg of the trip despite his knees killing him. He needed to get her to safety. And right now, he needed to get her to where he could fully show her his appreciation. She had been his guiding light all these months, his focus, his north star. He was dead set and determined to show her just how much he loved her.

Santiago laid her on his bed with the care of a newborn, and climbed on top, his mouth exploring her soft lips, her face, her neck. “Fuck, I need this thing off.” He grumbled at the dress, sitting her up on his lap so that she straddled him, unzipping the back as Laci carded her hands through his hair, kissing along the side of her head and into the gray that decorated his dark curls. 

When he pulled the dress off, he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts on full display for him. For him. Only him. She was his, he was hers. His hands were at her hips, her nearly bare body before him. “May I?” He asked, looking to her, only to find her smiling at him in adoration. She nodded vigorously. Santi ran his hands up her body, stopping to cup both her breasts. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” His eyes trailed her, every inch. He couldn’t help notice her collarbones. When he found her, they jutted out from nearly translucent skin, now, while she was still underweight, her skin had a healthy color and the bones were not nearly as prominent. Progress. She was doing better. Getting better. “So fucking perfect, Laci…” His fingers trailed her bod, feeling the soft skin beneath. 

She reached out, taking off his dress shirt; the sports coat having been shucked off as soon as they got inside. “You know I’m not a virgin, right? You don’t have to be careful”

A slight tsk came from his mouth before it began kissing down her chest. ”What kind of men have you been with, Munequita?” He sounded like he was wondering out loud .

Laci let her hands feel the warmth of his back, the toned muscles under the skin that flexed and moved as his hands explored her. “Not good ones”

“Let me take my time with you, let me take care of you, please?”

All she could do was nod, barely audibly. “Please” slipped from her mouth.

But Santi wouldn’t make her beg, he would give her whatever she needed, whatever she wanted for the rest of her life. 

And take his time he did. Santiago’s hands and mouth were everywhere he could reach, his pelvis grinding into her; erection intimidating and prominent. Laci allowed him the access he desired, taking the moment to just take in him: the taste of his tongue, the smell of his skin, the touch of his rough hands caressing her with such care and attentiveness she had never experienced on her body before. As he sucked on her nipple, tongue flicking across the bud, she whined. Never had a man been so focused on making her feel good, focused on her pleasure. Before, she had often felt like a human fleshlight, something being used to masterbate, a hole for men to fuck. That was all she was good for. But Santi was different. He was so, so different. 

His hands gripped her thighs as he sucked onto her skin, trailing back up her neck.

“No hickies” She muttered.

“No hickies” he repeated, lightening the force of his kisses, moving back to her mouth. 

That was the thing. She could say no. He wouldn’t force her, he wouldn’t even try to guilt trip her or convince her. He’d just listen. She was safe with him, safe with his friends, safe. 

Santiago Garcia treated her with reverence, with adoration, with respect. He spent all these months waiting, and from the sounds of things not even expecting anything in return. He hadn’t brought her to his home for sex, he brought her because she needed him. He laughed at her jokes, played with her, cooked and cleaned and spent quality time. He loved her. She couldn’t give him much; her gift was her body, and he did not hesitate to show his thanks.

His hand cupped her face “You still with me?” He asked, bringing Laci back to the moment.

She hadn’t realized she had been drifting. She smiled back up at the man she loved so much. “Sorry, just thinking”

His brow furrowed in concern. “What about? Do you need to stop?”

Laci shook her head. “Absolutely not. I was thinking about how much I love you”

He visibly relaxed at that. “I love you too, Lacina. I love everything about you.’ Another deep kiss, sucking on her lower lip as he pulled away, his hands toying with her pink underwear. “Can I take these off?” He locked eyes with her to check for hesitation. He found none, only a dreamy smile. Sitting back on his knees, he slid off the underwear, eyes on hers as he watched for any sign she changed her mind. When he dared look down, he was downright mesmerized. “Fuck Laci… Can I touch you?”

“Please…” she whined out, desperate to feel him.

His fingers traced up her slick folds, thinking to himself how she really is so soft everywhere. She whimpers at the touch, but when Santi’s eyes flick up to check on her, he finds her eyes clouded with lust. “Please…”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he continued stroking her, thumb playing with her clit. “I’ll give you anything you want, just tell me .”

Laci knew he would. He always would. She looked at him, eyes hooded and mouth parted as he played with her. She had often wondered how the two of them, until this point, had remained just kissing between them. Until the kiss in the creek, there hadn’t even been tongue. And now, Santi had her in his bed the last ten minutes and he hadn’t fucked her, only touched her. He really was something else.  

Laci took his hand, pressing the two fingers that had been toying with her, inside her.

“F-fuck, Lace…” Santi panted out, his bare chest flush as he watched her take his thick fingers, his other hand circling her clit. “Fuck you feel amazing”

She moaned out his name, chest rising and falling with little pants. 

“You like that baby? You like when I touch you?” Santi asked, as if it wasn’t obvious by the way she was writhing on his sheets. “Can I taste you?”

“You know you don’t have to ask for everything, right?”

“Oh, I most definitely do. For our first time together, I want everything to be perfectly clear. Now, do you want my mouth on this pretty little cunt, or would you like to come from just my fingers?”

“Ah, m-mouth please.”

“Anything for you, munequita.” Santiago dove in, mouth working in tandem with his fingers. He couldn’t believe she had allowed him this far, had come with him to his bed, let him touch her, feel her. If he thought for one second she wasn’t enjoying herself, he’d stop in an instant but god -he looked up to see her beautiful body wriggling and squirming to his touch, her hands fisting the sheets, a smile on her face even as her eyes were shut tight- it was clear she was thriving. Santi couldn’t help smiling against her ever-growing wetness. There was a lot with Laci he wasn’t sure he was doing right, a lot he had absolutely done very wrong, but this? This he knew. He could give her pleasure, for as long as she wanted. And he could give it good. 

And she was perfect, christ she was perfect. Her fingers entangled in his hair, pulling him to where she needed him, and he was happy to oblige. He picked up his pace with his fingers and by the sounds she made, she was getting close. Christ, those sounds she made... Santi was just about ready to come right in his pants if she kept that it.

“Fuck Lace, you taste amazing, you know that?”

Laci was only capable of whimpering in response; her walls were tightening around him.

“I could spend the rest of my life between your legs and die happy, never wanna be anywhere else again.”

“Love you” was all she was able to breath out.

“I love you too, think you can come for me? Hm? Show me how pretty you look as you squeeze my fingers? You already sound so pretty, all a mess for me, can I hear how it sounds when I make my perfect girl come?”

“Santi!” Laci shouted as her orgasm hit her like a wave, yanking on his hair. Santi continued finger fucking her through her orgasm as he kissed his way up her body again. When her legs started to shake, he pulled his fingers out, taking her hand in one of his, his other on her cheek as he coaxed her back to reality.

“Hey, hey I’m here, you did so good, sweet thing, so good” He kissed the crease between her brows, her eyes opening for him. “Did so good for me, my perfect girl”

“Santi.” Laci sat up to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. 

“I’m here babygirl, always here for you” He took a few moments to kiss her again, his hand caressing her breasts. “Do you want to keep going? Or would you like to stop?”

Laci thought for a moment. She knew what was next. She wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for that, but she didn’t want to stop. Santi had given her an orgasm, it was only fair she allowed him this. She knew it was her choice, but she wanted to give him this.

“Alright, we’ll stop” Santi said with a kiss on her forehead. 

She had been thinking too long. “No! No Santi, I want too”

Santi scanned her features. “I don’t want this unless you are 100% certain, Lace.”

She took his handsome face in both her hands, feeling the stubble starting to grow in on his cheeks. “Santiago, I want this, I want you. Please? I’ve thought about this for months.”

Santi relaxed a bit. “I want this too, baby… you thought about me?” A shit-eating grin spread on his face.

Laci smiled, burring her face in his chest, embarrassed. “Yeah.”

“Hey, hey” he chuckled. “I thought of you too, beautiful.” Santiago shucked off his pants and boxers, lining himself up at her entrance as he kissed her, touching along her body to reassure her, ground her. 

Laci tried to focus on his touch to keep her in the present. He wanted this, so she needed to want this. She had nothing else to give him, nothing to offer him. He deserved this. He was good, so good. He deserved her, he had earned her, even if he didn’t see it that way.

Santi pressed his forehead to hers. “You want this?” he asked, one final time.

She nodded. “Want you” Give him this. Let him have this. Just close your eyes, like so many times before… before… before… her mind began to flood to the memories she tried so had to push away, to ignore. Laci tried to will them away; this was Santi, he was different, he was better, and wasn’t it too late to back out now?

Santi kissed her, his lips on her in a silent thank you. He wanted to make her feel good, he wanted to feel good, he wanted to be connected to her, to share himself with her. He had done this with countless women, but somehow this was more vulnerable, more open, more at risk. Given her full consent, he began to press into her, feeling her warmth envelope him and- He felt her nails suddenly, painfully digging into his arms

“Santi!” She squeeked out beneath him.

Faster than he thought possible, Santi scrambled off her, pulling the blanket over her. She stared at him wide eyed and shaking. Fuck, fuck he should’ve noticed, and he should’ve been paying more attention and, and, and- “Are you okay? What’s wrong, what do you need-” He hesitated to touch her, but when Laci saw his hand move towards her and then retreat, she took it, drawing him to her.

She shook her head. “I just… I thought I could do it, I did want to, I just… I changed my mind, is that okay? I’m sorry, I ruined-”

Santi sat up, still holding her hands. “Hey, no, no baby don’t worry about that. It’s more than okay, you can always stop, even if we’re in the middle of having sex. Thank you, Lace.”

Laci sat up, still worried she ruined the night. “Why are you thanking me?”

He kissed her, gently. “Thank you for trusting me enough to say no. You are always safe with me, and nothing makes me happier than your faith in me. Are you okay? Did I push you too far?”

She shook her head, a soft smile returning. “No, Santi, you didn’t push me at all.”

“Did I do anything to-”

“No” she stopped him, kissing him deeply again. “Santi…” She trailed a hand down his stomach, eliciting a gasp from his perfect, plush lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Santi closed his eyes as she palmed his erection through the blanket. “You don’t have to-”

“I know. But how about I stop worrying about if I ruined the night, and you stop worrying about if you pushed me, and we both enjoy this.” She stroked up and down, working him up again. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No-no” he groaned out.

She removed the blanket and the two of them knelt in front of each other. Their lips joined in a deep kiss, their tongues together as their hands exploratorily traveled the length of their bodies. She stroked him, her mouth only leaving his to taste the skin of his neck and chest; her freehand slid along his chest, feeling his muscles and the scars that littered his dark skin. Ever the giver, Santi slipped his hand back under her. “Fuck, Santi… don’t stop, god, don’t stop.”

“Anything for you.”

“Anything for me?”

“Y-yeah” He was unraveling, hips bucking up so that he was practically fucking her hand.

“Can you come for me? Wanna watch you come on my hand”

With a loud groan, he reattached his lips to her neck, careful not to leave marks as she requested, and kissed along her sweaty skin as he came, in turn feeling her come a second, less intense time around his fingers.

They sat there for a moment, forehead to forehead, a panting mess. 

When he kissed her back to reality, he whispered. “Fuck Lace, you really are perfect.” and pulled on his boxers. 

Getting a warm washcloth, he laid her down as he cleaned between her legs before cleaning off her hand, chest, and wherever else his spent landed on her. He gave her a t-shirt and shorts of his to wear.

Climbing into bed, he covered the two of them in the warm blanket. “Will you stay here tonight?”

“Santi” Laci turned to face him, gentle kisses pressed against his jaw. “I’ll stay with you for the rest of our lives”

The rest of our lives

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fanfiction: space outlaw

title: The Top of the World

ratings: PG

warnings: Climate Destruction, Space Future, Disney Vibes, Pegasus

characters: Duke Devlin, Maximillion Pegasus

pairings: Duke Devlin/Tristan Taylor, Joey Wheeler/Seto Kaiba

summary:

Duke Devlin is a contract worker to Industrial Illusions, the most powerful company in the galaxy. Today, they learn they have a shot at the big leagues, and all they have to do is find a specific fugitive: Seto Kaiba.

An appetizer to a larger form fic that I wrote to sort of get a feel for the world, but actually I’m a little in love with it. Only Duke and Pegasus are in it, but I promise I’ve got the whole cast involved.

Duke stared out the clear walls of the elevator as they zipped up through the lower half of the spherical fake moon. It gave the strange feeling of moving upside down as they passed the floors, one after the other. Up above, tilting towards the planet Saturn, Toon Park was bathed in artificial sunlight. Thousands of tour busses and caravans docked along the rim of the park, and the place was more populous than any of settlement moons. The lower half was hyperactive gray, shining with some kind of iridescent coat, and even in the work places large statues of the various Toons flashed by as Duke continued towards the center. Beyond the offices and R&D, they could see the rings of Saturn shedding ice and crystal. The view was all too familiar, and they squeezed their eyes shut and turned towards the doors. The elevator slowed, dinging without a number, and Duke sauntered off.

“Afternoon, Croquet,” Duke said as they saw the familiar bodyguard and assistant. “How’s the big man this evening?”

“Testy as always.” the man said. He pushed open the large doors, the silver handles each made up of the letter I, and let Duke into the office. “I’ll leave you to it.”

They gave a mock salute and walked through the threshold. Industrial Illusions was an odd place, even by the galaxy’s lax standards, and Pegasus’ office was no different. Sectioned off in its own private quarter, the furniture had an old world vibe a lot of luxers loved. Brocades of pink and gold lined the walls of the foyer, contrasted alongside dark wood bookcases and displays. Leather bound books, gilded light fixtures, marbled tables. Paintings were hung along every wall, more real than anything on this side of the galaxy. The oil paint left thick strands of texture in the French styled wigs of masked women, or flowing with the stream of a flower dotted river. They paused at a silver bowl full apples, oranges, grapes, and stolid pineapple waving its fronds. They picked up an apple and dug their black painted thumb into the skin. It was wax.

“Duke!” the bombastic call came around a curve in the long hall. They dropped the fruit and stood to attention. The tall shape of Maximillion Pegasus strolled into the room, silver hair framing the long white grin he flashed their way. He wore, as always, a crimson double breasted suit jacket cinched over a ruffled white shirt that spilled out around his wrists. His left eye was hidden behind the long strands of hair, but it flashed with gold as he moved towards them.

“Just the person I was hoping to see,” he said. “Come, dear Duke. I am in desperate need of your expertise.”

Duke offered up a smile of their own and traipsed after him. “You know I’m always happy to help.”

He walked a few feet ahead, waving his hands as he talked. With the front hall’s curve, the walls were now decorated with the history of Industrial Illusions. Early sketches of characters like Funny Bunny and mermaids were framed alongside gold plated spools of the early cartoons. A diorama of the original Toon Park was encased behind glass, and a blue and white monorail made the turn around the tiny castle from where it sat on Californian shores. Like the rest of the items, the model gave an odd approximation of Earth before the flooding and earthquakes and wildfires. California didn’t even exist anymore, just remembered like this, as a toy on display.

Another pair of double doors opened to the office proper, and Pegasus moved behind a large oak desk that was carved in silver with representations of the toon characters. A large chair was moved back, shaped like Funny Bunny, and when Pegasus sat on his throne, it gave the impression of two large rabbit ears coming off his head. Duke didn’t sit. They walked around the rest of the office, admiring the large tomes and ledgers that made up Industrial Illusions’ history. There were no windows here, no view of the park. Above the fireplace was a large display screen that ticked with ticket sales and stock prices. Each corner of the room had a small circular light source, each segments of the same holo-display.

“And how are you?” Pegasus asked as he opened the display on his desk. Spreadsheets, work orders, payroll, everything went through here first.

“Things have been better,” they murmured and picked up an original Funny Bunny plush off a shelf. “Work has been slow.”

“I suppose we didn’t renew your contract.” He sighed, steepling his fingers as he looked over his reports. “Times are hard for everyone, dear Duke. My poor R&D team has been struggling to keep up with our expansion plans. The edges of the galaxy have been frightfully troublesome to play in. We’d hoped our recent acquisition would give us the tools we needed, but things have proven… difficult.”

“Kaiba Corp, right?” They wrinkled their nose. “I’m not surprised. I’m sure their files are a mess to sort through.”

“Always so forward thinking,” he said and flicked the screen.

An image of the old Kaiba Corp headquarters on Martian red soil locked into place beside a few news articles describing the seizure. On the other side of that were two pictures, only one of which Duke recognized. A young man, face made of sharp lines and dark hair falling over hardened eyes, and a girl grinning at the camera and flashing it a V. The Kaiba siblings.

“You’re right about the files,” Pegasus mused. “The whole organization was a mess, and it seems the right hand did not know what the left hand was doing. Gozaburo Kaiba kept half his company behind shell corporations and firewalls, and I think even poor Kaiba-boy didn’t know what he’d gotten his hands on. I was so excited, as I’m sure you can understand. Kaiba Corp has always been a leader in new technology.”

Duke pointed to the holo-displays. “Half the galaxy functions on their tech. If you need someone working on this, you know where my expertise lies. Coding, mechanical, I could break it down for you twice as quickly as your smartest lab monkey.”

He tilted his smile towards them, and his hair fell away to show the gold cybernetic eye. A red pupil glared in the hole. Pegasus gestured to the chair across from him, and Duke sat, placing the plush on his desk.

“I’ve always admired your skills,” Pegasus said. “When I bought that tacky little flea circus from your father, I saw exactly what he couldn’t about you. Not just smart, but clever. A head for business, the knack for following trends and understanding what people actually want, and the mechanical skill to back it up. I was grateful to you then, when you helped me dismantle the place.”

A sour taste pooled on Duke’s tongue, and they only nodded in response.

“It’s your other skills I really prize,” he said. “And I think it’s time to reward you for your loyalty, exactly the way you deserve.”

Their heart hammered in their chest as Pegasus stood. It’d been years since driving their dad out of business, since signing on with Industrial Illusions to take over the air space around Saturn. They’d viewed themself as instrumental to their many, many successes. Taking over Schroeder Corp, undermining the other amusement strips, setting up agreements that filled Pegasus’ coffers. Their work. With the promise that one day, it’d all pay off. Industrial Illusions owned the galaxy, and the Kaiba Corp seizure was the final nail in humanity’s coffin. If the universe was a pyramid, Duke planned to be on top.

“Gozaburo was involved with some, ahem, less than legal activities,” Pegasus said. He reached for a book on the shelf behind him and opened it up. It was hollow inside, with small compartments for an oblong file cartridge. He removed one and inserted it into the drive on the desk. Now the screen was covered in files marked with Kaiba Corp seals. The numbers went by too fast for Duke to read properly, but they all had the same top secret mark.

“Progress always involves breaking the rules,” Pegasus continued. “You know how I value the past, but some of its moralistic tendencies deserve to stay buried. I’ve always been a man of progress, wouldn’t you say, Duke?”

They nodded silently. The screen stopped flashing and stopped on a file marked ARK. Pieces of data were corrupted or missing, leaving the whole of it a disjointed mess.

“Seto Kaiba did not give up easily,” he said. “It was with luck I was able to force his hand, but he was set to deny me any sort of real victory. The day before we acquired Kaiba Corp, three of their facilities burned to the ground. When my people finally sorted through their details, they found many things were incomplete or missing. Kaiba-boy has taken something very valuable from me. He has stolen from me, Duke. Is that an injustice you would let stand?”

“What is it, exactly?” they asked. “What did he steal?”

He removed the cartridge, and the screen went blank. “It is a technology that we have only dreamed of. The next frontier in human evolution. In order to survive, humanity has expanded out, but Gozaburo Kaiba seemed to be attempting to expand in. Seto Kaiba does not want that information to fall into my hands, so I can only assume it is the most valuable thing currently floating around in this galaxy.”

“You want me to find him,” Duke said.

“Of course!” He slipped the cartridge back into its binding and smiled at them. “You’ve always been very good at convincing people to see my side of things. And taking appropriate measures when they don’t. Your network goes deeper than mine. I know you’ll find him and retrieve what I ask. I trust you, Duke.”

“And in return?” they prompted.

He spread his hands out wide. “A seat at the table, dear Duke! This is something I would only trust with my most devoted confidants. No more contract work. No more getting your hands dirty. There is a cartridge file out there with the secrets to the universe, and once you place it on my desk, you’ll have a permanent position as my right hand. Isn’t that what you want, Duke? Isn’t that what you’ve been asking for?”

Their throat was dry as they stared up at him. The lights behind the desk ensconced him in his own gilded display, the crimson suit and ruffled collar treating him like a king. He may as well be. The only thing Duke had ever wanted was more. More than they had, maybe more than they deserved, and so they’d done everything they could to get here, right now, with Pegasus offering them exactly this.

A grin stretched across their face. They crossed one leg over the other, tapping the desk with the pointed toe of their black boot. “Seto Kaiba’s not going to give this up easily,” they said.

Pegasus laughed. “No, he won’t! I think even your smile would convince him.”

“I’ll need a budget,” they said. “The galaxy isn’t exactly a small place.”

“Of course, of course,” he drawled. “We’ll set you up with a black card. But do be discrete, dear Duke. This is a family establishment that I run.”

They stood with a laugh. Pegasus offered them his hand, and they shook it. Elation bubbled up inside them. The end of a long road finally fell within view.

“I should inform you,” Pegasus mentioned as Duke readied to leave. “You won’t be the only one looking for him.”

Duke paused. “You’ve got someone else on your payroll?”

“Since he burned down the facilities, he’s been wanted by the authorities.” Pegasus’ gaze moved to the display screen, where the stock prices slowly ticked up. “A fair sized bounty has been placed on his head. It felt appropriate at the time.”

“Bounty hunters,” they groaned. “They’re such a headache. I can’t imagine any of them have a chance of tracking him down.”

“It does seem that way.” He offered them one more dazzling smile. “You know what I say. Competition breeds excellence. I have the utmost faith in you, dear Duke. I’m sure a few rogues won’t stand in your path.”

“I can take any idiots in a tin can,” they promised. “You’ll have your missing piece in no time.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Duke,” he said, and the door swung shut behind them.

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Finished all of the main characters in my Remnant City AU designs!

Decided to have their main colors as their backgrounds because they wear a lot of black and I didn't want them to get lost when you click on them for higher quality.

I don't have much to say about Ruby's design because I agonized over it for a while before finally getting something I liked. I know this kind of goes against her gothic lolita style, but I think the rolled up jacket with the dress's long sleeves combined with her skinny jeans kind of sells how young she is compared to everyone else. It makes her look more like a teen.

I changed my initial design for Weiss into something I can see myself drawing over and over again. Definitely took some inspiration from @sytokun 's original design for her early on in his own AU. I also decided to give her her slight gradient back. I didn't change Weiss's wedges because I think they communicate her higher status and maybe something she will need to change to better herself in combat later on. I also gave her wedges kind of a flap to them so it's easier to focus on the red on her shoes.

I already made a post about how I changed Blake's design to be more inspired by a jacket I own that's styled like a leather jacket but is made of stretchy material. I also changed her heels to converse esc sneakers because I think their more practical for fighting. Also, yellow accents for her eyes and to give Yang an in to the team.

I love Yang's hunter outfit and I just wanted to add more Chinese elements to it. I have her in this pose because I love Yang being a fun mix between a hot and she knows it party girl and a tear shit up biker with kind of a tomboy streak. It reminded me of women I've met in real life.

Penny's outfit is more inspired by her volume 7 and 8 outfit but I did a slight redesign on her legs to make them easier to draw. I know she's supposed to keep her robot status a secret, but her robot legs are just so fun to draw that I kind of had to use the rule of cool on this. She'll just tell people their high quality prosthetics her dad made for her. I gave her the orange bob hair she had at the beginning of the series because it's super cute, though in the future I plan to draw it with more curly/kinky elements because even though I love her hair, I do have problems with how the show refuses to use hair textures that black people have.

Initially Qrow was just supposed to have his first design from the show, but then I decided to give him mostly red and black coloring to tie him more to Ruby and to contrast with Ironwood's blue and white. It also might be time to mention that crooked crosses are considered good luck in Remnant and that's why Qrow and Ruby wear them and why crosses seem to exist at all in a world where Christianity doesn't exist.

I pretty much didn't change anything about Ironwood's design that I already did for him because I like it so much. It's interesting to see how I just changed it little by little. First he had a long great coat, then I made it shorter, then I had baggy blue pants, then baggy saturated pants, then no bagginess. I absolutely had to keep the one glove because it was a part of his design I really liked in his first design.

And that's pretty much it for everyone. I might make some winter outfits for them since it's getting pretty close to snowing where I am. Also I have the best idea for Yang's winter outfit already and I'd like to draw it.

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Strange Encounters

Chapter 2

Nightbound AU vs. Hänsel & Gretel

Book: Nightbound

Characters involved: Hänsel van Andresen (M!OC), Gretel van Andresen (F!OC), Grey (M!OC), Nik Ryder (M!MC), Katherine (F!MC)

Words: 3,000+

Type: Series

Rating: Teen / A few curse words

Summary: Hänsel and Gretel arrive in New Orleans and meet some old friends. Will they be able to help them with the case?

A/N: Side note: This story has been a year in the making and I hope you’ll give it a chance. A massive thank you to these wonderful people for being super excited for this story and helping me with it. @annieruok94 ❤️ @doriopenheart 🧡

Side note: In case you missed Chapter 1

If you’d like to listen to the songs that inspired for this chapter here’s a list

Strange encounters

We flew in from the Black Forest in Germany and landed in New Orleans after a ten-hour flight. We had to make a stop in London, then continued to New Orleans.

Which my dearest brother complained all the way.

”Do you think we’re close?“ Hänsel asked.

I roll my eyes at my brother.

”You can be in a stake-out for hours? But can’t be on a ten-hour flight?“ I ask him while I try to eat some of the food on the plane.

He just shrugs and puts his headphones on.

We’re currently at The Graveyard Shift right in the heart of the French Quarter. Owned by none other than Garrus. A Fae who’s no longer living among his kind.

Garrus was the heir of a Fae viscount before the Fae cast him out. He remains exiled until this day. He was banished for running cons and swindling magic off the upper crust

Garrus is an incredible guy. He greeted us at the door with hugs and even gave Hänsel a kiss.

Hänsel was weirded out, to say the least, but he got over it.

The bar is dimly lit. We’re both sitting on wooden chairs at a table in the far back enjoying our drinks.

I lean back in my chair while flipping through a magazine I bought at the airport. As we’re waiting for Nik and Katherine to arrive. Nighthunters.

Nighthunters are as the name is already giving away hunters. They hunt all supernaturals. Just like Hänsel and I. Though we don’t call ourselves Nighthunters. We’re simply known as Hänsel & Gretel.

“I missed New Orleans,“ I say while I devour a beignet. Sighing in pure contentment. Oh my god. I could eat beignets every single day. Sugary goodness.

Hänsel scoffs and squats away at a mosquito.

“Yeah. The mosquitos. The heat. Real great,“ he says.

I take an apple I bought from a vendor earlier and hand it to Hänsel.

“Don’t be a downer. Here have an apple,“ I say.

He looks at the apple suspiciously.

”It’s not the snow white effect. Just take the apple,“ I say and offer it to him.

“Thank you loveliest sister of mine,“ he says through a bite.

I sigh.

“Shut up and eat,“ I flip to another page without looking up.

“Geez. You compliment a woman and she almost beats you over the head with it. Women are mysterious,“ he’s finished the apple. All that’s left is the core.

I give him a stare and smile softly.

“That’s because you haven’t figured us out yet dearest brother of mine,“ I wink and he rolls his eyes at me.

“Whatever,“ he replies and I chuckle in response.

I’m going through the magazine. An article about a DIY foaming face mask catches my attention while I’m listening with one ear to Hänsel’s ramblings.

I notice Hänsel stopped talking and walked over to the bar to talk to a woman who was sipping on her mimosa and I roll my eyes at him.

The chair that’s been occupied by Hänsel mere seconds ago is now seating a different person.

Nik Ryder himself. His blond hair was held back by gel and his blue eyes sparkling like the deep blue sea stare back at me.

He smirks and I put the magazine down on the wooden table.

“Funny meeting you here,“ he says and leans back in his chair, his legs stretched out and his leather jacket billowing behind him as if a soft breeze swirled it back.

I laugh.

“In New Orleans? What are the off chances of that? Hmm,“ I keep smiling.

He laughs.

“Bitch,“ he says.

“Jerk,“ I reply in turn and we both share a laugh.

He clasps my hand as a way of greeting me.

“It’s good to see you again,“ he smiles warmly.

“Likewise. I wish it was under different circumstances though,“ I say.

Meaning the missing person case that’s brought both me and Hänsel to New Orleans.

His smile dims.

“You and me both. As to the case, I don’t have much to tell you. Actually, make that nothing at all. I did grill the police but they don’t have anything. Or they don’t want to tell me. Which is worrisome,“ he says.

“I was afraid you’d say that,“ my shoulders sag. I was hoping he could dig up something.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t deliver better news,“ Nik smiles sadly at me.

He said just that when he was joined by a beautiful-looking woman.

Dressed from head to toe in black leather. Her dark wavy hair adorned her soft face. Her slightly darker skin tone is flawless. Her amber brown eyes glow as if from deep within.

She smiles at us and takes a sip of my drink.

“Good seeing you in one piece Gret,“ she says and her whiskey brown eyes sparkle.

I grin.

“You too Katie,“ I say because I can’t resist riling her up a bit.

She sighs and looks at Nik.

“See what you did? Now everyone calls me Katie. No one’s going to take me seriously with that name,“ she takes another sip.

I smile at her and say.

“We love you that’s why we call you Katie,“ I say.

She groans.

“Small children are called Katie. I’m a grown-ass woman,“ she says matter-of-factly.

Hänsel leans over her shoulder.

“A good-looking one at that,“ he says and she swats him away like a fly.

“And you just got more annoying,“ she says chuckling.

Hänsel gasps in shock.

“Pie-boy is getting roasted. I knew something was missing,“ Nik says grinning.

Hänsel cracks his knuckles.

“Bite me blondie,“ Hänsel says.

Niks grin widens and he just smiles at my brother.

“I’m afraid you’re not my type,“ he winks.

Katie looks between the guys and says.

“If you could stop your little pissing match. Maybe we could turn to more important matters?“ she says and pulls out a dark purple leather-bound notebook.

She’s jotting something down and I furrow my brow at her.

Nik notices my gaze and explains.

“Her way of keeping track of things,“ he says and I nod.

Katie looks up.

“This way I have everything I need. I don’t think I’m of much help regarding your case, but I can keep my ears to the ground. If I hear anything I’ll let you know,“ she says and closes her notebook, and puts it back in her bag. One I haven’t noticed before.

I sigh deeply.

“Why has the police not opened up an investigation? I mean it’s not just one person. We’re talking about at least a dozen people here. Don’t they think that’s suspicious?“ I ask around the table.

Both Nik and Katie share a long look. Silently communicating.

“What was that look?“ I point with my index finger between them.

Nik rubs his neck as if he’s embarrassed for some reason. A tinge of pink showed in his high-cheek bones.

“The police have a tight budget. When they learned about the disappearances they saw it was mostly homeless people. They didn’t think it was worth investigating. Spending money they don’t have on a case that’s probably going to lead nowhere? Yeah, not happening,“ he says with a frustrated gaze.

I’m about to get up when I feel Katherine’s hand on my own.

“I know how you feel. Trust me. We don’t like it any more than you do. However, just because the police can’t help, doesn’t mean we can’t. We can combine our strengths to solve this case,“ she says.

That’s when I remember Vera Reimonenq. Our mutual friend who has the Reimonenq touch. By touching someone with her bare hands, the basic outcome is death. She hasn’t learned to control her powers as her mother has. That’s also the reason why she wears gloves. At all times. You will never catch her without them.

Though Vera might have some ideas. She knows New Orleans better than anyone. Her family dates back generations. Vera’s great-great-grandfather, Derek Reimonenq murdered a coven of witches and their families, the witches in turn cursed the Reimonenqs. The curse prevents anyone in Vera’s family to touch anyone with their bare hands. Otherwise, the person they touch will die.

Vera’s mother who is also known as Lady Smoke is running the underworld. She’s got to know something.

That’s why I ask Nik and Katie.

“What about Vera?“

Nik already shakes his head.

“Vera and her mother are on some sort of trip. Looking for an artifact. No idea what though. They didn’t exactly provide us with any details,“ he says and shrugs.

I humm.

Katie looks intently at the door and whispers.

“There might be someone we could ask,“ she says.

“Who?“ I ask curiously.

Katie bites down on her lower lip.

“He’s known as The Shadow,“ she whispers.

Nik is shaking his head wildly at Katie.

“Are you crazy? He’s dangerous. It’s better to not get him involved,“ his lips pressed into a firm line.

Katie raises an eyebrow.

“What are our options?“ she asks and when Nik doesn’t reply she continues “Just because you butted heads a few times doesn’t mean he won’t be able to help us out,“ she says finishing off my drink.

“It’s still a no,“ Nik says.

Hänsel and I look between them.

“Sorry to interrupt your little love fest squabble but who are we talking about?“ I ask.

Katie turns to me with a serious look in her chestnut brown eyes.

“As I said. He’s called The Shadow…“ she doesn’t get to finish her sentence when someone loudly clears their throat.

We all look up and see Garrus. Who is pointing towards the back room of the bar with his head, indicating we should go to the back of the bar.

We all stand up and silently follow Garrus to the back of the bar.

When we’re safely inside Garrus loses the door and takes a look at each of us.

“You should be careful when you talk about him. He’s the most cunning supernatural I’ve ever met,“ he says.

Katie holds up her hands and stares at Garrus.

“Wait a minute. You guys met? When? And how come you didn’t say anything?“

Garrus sighs from deep within.

“Well, I swore an oath to not talk about it. This is as far as I can go,“ he admits. Fae love a good deal. Always making up their own little loopholes, that’s why you’ve got to be very careful when you make a deal with the Fae.

I hold up a hand.

“Well, Hänsel and I still don’t know who that is,“ I say more confused than ever.

Garrus’s ice-blue gaze holds my own hazel one.

“That’s because there’s not much to be known about him. He’s called The Shadow and he’s hard to find. But trust me when I say if he wants to find you? He will,“ he says.

Why does that excite me for some reason? Get your head out of the gutter Gretel. We’re here to solve a case and not get wild in the sheets with some Fae guy.

“Then let’s go find him. Hänsel you coming?“ I ask my brother.

Hänsel looks over at me and slowly retreats back to the door.

“Yeah. No. I know that look. I’m not helping you streak through the dark looking for trouble. That sounds like way too much work for my taste. And I’d rather spend some time with those nymph twins I saw earlier. I think I’m going to choose option number two and have some fun,“ he says.

“Seriously Hänsel? Can you for once in your life focus and think with your head and not with your dick?“

Everyone’s laughs turn into coughs when Hänsel gives them a look.

“You haven’t changed a bit pie-boy,“ Nik shakes with laughter.

Hänsel just looks at him.

“A) That’s really rude. B) That’s not true and C) Stop calling me pie boy,“ he says.

While Hänsel mutters to himself and walks out of the bar.

I sigh.

“I’m sorry about my brother. He’s usually not like that,“ I say to everyone else.

Nik turns serious.

“About The Shadow. He’s dangerous…“

I snort.

“As opposed to what? All the other supernaturals that are roaming the night?“

“He’s Fae. That of itself is dangerous,“ he quickly looks at Garrus.

“No offense man,“ he seems apologetic.

“It’s all good,“ Garrus replies.

“Does anyone else want to tag along?“ I ask around.

Katie and Nik both look at me and I know they won’t be able to help. I sigh.

“I wish I could but Nikki and I have a little project we’re working on. So we’ll be out of town for a few days,“ she says and Nik nods in agreement, but turns back and gives me a key.

“It’s the key to my place. You and Hänsel can crash there if you want,“ with those words he’s gone before I can even mutter a thank you. I smile to myself.

Now it’s just me and Garrus.

When the silence stretches on for too long I can see him giving me a long look before he wriggles his finger and tells me to follow him inside the bar.

I sit down on one of the bar stools and he begins wiping down the counter.

“Alright my little butterfly. What do you want to know?“ he asks and puts some dirty dishes into the sink.

“What do you know about that Fae?“ I ask leaning my elbows on the counter of the bar. I’m not sugarcoating things. Getting straight to business.

He dries a plate with a dish towel that was draped over his shoulder.

I lean closer to him to catch everything he has to say.

“I know his name is Grey. He and his little group of misfits collect from the highest bidder.“

I lean back and think about that for a few seconds.

“Doing what? Collecting artifacts? Sounds like the job of a bounty hunter to me,“ I look at him closely, but his face doesn’t reveal anything.

Garrus smiles at me.

“They collect anything and anyone. Making deals left and right. Anyone who’ll hire them, they’ll accept. The last thing I heard was they collected a rare gem. Made by Fae hands. I don’t know all the details. All I know is it’s pretty rare and priceless. Be careful when you go looking for him. You shouldn’t underestimate him,“ there’s a warning laced in his tone.

“I’ve dealt with worse,“ I say.

Garrus looks left and right. As if scared he would be overheard.

“That might be true rose petal. But you have never met a guy like him,“ he says done with cleaning and drying dishes.

I furrow my brow.

“Why is everyone so scared of him?“ I ask in wonderment.

“Because he moves like a shadow. You never see him coming. Others said that his beauty is out of this world. Making you do anything for him,“ he says pointedly.

“That sounds more like someone’s got a crush on him and hasn’t gotten laid in a while,“ I say.

He breaks out into laughter. After he recovered he hands me a shot glass. Shimmering with a blue opal-like liquid. It almost looks as if the liquid is swirling inside the shot glass.

“A little something on the house…“ he says.

I knock it back and smile at him while I leave the bar.

I’m almost out the door when his voice stops me.

“One other thing. Be careful little tulip,“ are his departing words.

I nod and then I’m out in the middle of the busy street. Right in the middle of the French Quarter.

The sun is slowly sinking and making way for the night. I’ve never liked the night. Daylight is my preferred time of day thank you very much.

The longer I walk the later it gets.

I’m walking through the French Quarter. Past busy bars that are open and bursting with partygoers.

All I encounter are drunken people and others looking for a hookup.

The deeper I move into the quieter parts of the city the less noise I hear. It’s as if all the noise from before got sucked out. The pale moonlight illuminated my way ahead. The soft taps of hooves moving past me on the cobblestones make me look to my right.

A white, open carriage is passing me by. An elderly couple is sitting and chatting animatedly inside.

The man manning the carriage taps his top hat slightly and smiles warmly at me as he moves past me. I smile and wave back at him.

A sudden gust of wind is blowing, making me shiver in my green leather coat. I walk by a dark alley, feeling as if my eyes are watching my every move.

Before I can even get my dagger out an arm jots out and grips me only to pin me against the brick wall in a nearby alley. The air leaves my body from the hard throw at the wall.

I look up and see a tall, hooded figure standing in front of me. Almost being one with the shadows.

“Why do you keep asking questions about me?“ he asks in a deep voice.

When I don’t answer he leans in closer.

”Stop following me!“ He says.

I try to break free of his grip. But it’s as if I was being held by steel. I can’t move an inch.

“I’m not following you. I’m looking for someone. You happened to be here,“ I retort.

He loses his grip and I can breathe a little easier again.

“Maybe the person you’re looking for doesn’t want to be found. Ever thought of that?“ he asks.

I’m trying to catch a glimpse of his face but he moves so fast through the shadows making it impossible to see anything.

“How do you know who I’m looking for? News flash you can’t order me around. So get out of my way,“ I say through gritted teeth.

He chuckles darkly. A chuckle that sends goosebumps all across my body.

“So we’re doing this the hard way. I really thought we could’ve avoided that,“ he says almost ruefully.

I try and slightly pull away his hood and see his pointy ears.His hair is as pale as moonlight.

He hisses under his breath and the next thing I know a purple haze is covering my eyes.

Then my whole world turns black and I’m out like a light.

[punkslovepoints]

June 13th, 1992

Pride was being held at University Park, the biggest change to the festival since it had become a public event in 1990. They'd attended Pride in Monument Circle the year before, but it was to be Eddie's first as he'd been out of town the previous year visiting his uncle.

Steve had a little trepidation about the whole thing. Pride was a beautiful thing, but it was still dangerous. The previous year, protesters had stormed the stage as the Gay Men’s Chorus had been due to go on. Violence had only been avoided by some quick thinking from the chorus to sing the National Anthem. The protestors had stopped to pay their respects to the anthem and the tension was deescalated like something out of a morality tale. 

It had been affirming and terrifying in equal measure and reminded Steve that even in moments of celebration, there was still risk. Something the rest of his roommates never forgot.

On the day, they’d arranged to meet up with friends at the fountain before wandering the park to check out the stalls and speeches.

Nancy had found a cute dress in Sears covered in discrete pink and blue triangles that she wore with a white belt. Eddie had painted two triangles on her cheek.

Robin had on a pair of cuffed cargo shorts. Her white t-shirt had a rainbow trim around the edges and a small rainbow embroidered on the chest. She had a rainbow on her cheek to match Nancy's triangles. Her and Steve had matching rainbow feather boas around their necks.

Eddie had scoffed when they tried to add color to his outfit, a Smashing Pumpkins shirt, his usual leather jacket and ripped black jeans with a few extra chains added. He did accept a small rainbow pin from Steve's collection to pin to his jacket though.

Eddie had painted a rainbow across Steve's chest and Steve had thrown on a tanktop and his tightest pair of jeans. He knew by the time he'd get there, he'd have removed his shirt anyway, so he didn't put much thought into the top half, pulling a rainbow belt through his belt loops and wrapping the boa around his neck.

When they arrived Nancy immediately saw some women from her book group and grabbed Robin’s hand to go over to introduce her to them. Eddie asked Steve if he wanted to join them, but Steve shrugged and suggested they walk the park. It was still an hour or so before they were due to meet the rest of their friends. He’d already removed his shirt, the weather was hot and he wondered how Eddie was doing under all that leather.

As they walked, they were approached by both friends (Steve) and hookups (Eddie), hugs and kisses were shared, full of joy and solidarity. Steve stopped by the PFLAG stall to say hello to the other members. They'd given them both hugs and joked that they made a cute couple. Eddie ginned at them as Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie hooked his arm in Steve’s as they reached the edge of the park where a number of protestors were gathered behind a metal fence. Steve felt Eddie tense, and turned ready to head back to the fountain. Instead Eddie stood still, watching the braying crowd. The number of people in the group were far outnumbered by the attendees of the festival, but it wasn’t a small amount. They were holding placards and yelling about them going to hell.

“God hates fags, real original.” Eddie spat.

“Come on man, we don’t need this today,” Steve moved his hand down, taking Eddie’s wrist instead of his arm. He tugged again but Eddie still wasn’t moving.

He stood watching the group and reading every placard. His body was still, but Steve could feel his hand shaking. He leaned in, “Look, ignore them. Let’s go back.”

Eddie sighed, his thumb stroked the side of Steve’s hand, “It just makes me feel so helpless. Makes me want to do something.”

Steve watched him. His mouth was set in a tight line, anger, upset and frustration clear on his face, but holding back. Steve looked over at the group again. There were a lot of them, but it wasn’t only protestors. The press were there too, a few video cameras and a photographer.

Something they could do.

"Kiss me," he said.

"What?"

"Kiss me," Steve repeated, signaling towards the cameras.

Eddie put both hands in his face and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and he felt Eddie's tongue swipe his top lip. Steve spun them slightly so that the cameras would catch them both in front of the crowd as he opened his lips slightly. Eddie hummed in surprise but deepened the kiss in response. Steve opened his eyes to catch the flash of the camera. In a moment of inspiration, he dipped Eddie low, keeping their mouths pressed together. He felt Eddie smile against his lips, his thumb gently caressed Steve's cheek as he pulled them both back up and broke the kiss.

The crowd were yelling louder, but they didn't care. They stayed staring at each other for a beat, both a little flushed and panting before Eddie grinned, hitting Steve lightly on the chest two times, he turned to the crowd and flipped them the bird. Steve stepped forward, grabbing Eddie round the waist from behind and joining him by sticking two fingers up at the crowd. They both started laughing.

"Fuck you," Eddie crowed.

"Yeah, fuck you." Steve yelled too, pulling Eddie towards him again and planting a wet kiss on his cheek. The camera flashed again and Steve wasn't sure when he'd ever been happier.

>> Read the full fic on AO3 <<

[herehaveafandom]

This is a very random ask but, your tags on that post about attraction being wild when you separate masc/fem blah blah I forgot the post already.. Those are all exactly what I was freaking out about with my sexuality. I use lesbian for a lot of reasons, but some kink stuff with men or fictional men I kinda like, so seeing someone have the same situation is very validating.

Ok so sorry for the late response but I had to go back and find that post which was a lot BUT. Yeah!

I feel like a lesbian in my soul. My core. If I have a gender, it's some variation of "dyke". I love women. I love lesbians. peace and love on planet earth etc.

That said...sometimes a man is hot! Sometimes I'm attracted to him! I tell my friends a lot: "I want that man in a dyke manner. I want him in a lesbian way." and that I know it makes no sense but its True! Sometimes I need that man like a lesbian!

I've been thinking about the type of men i like recently and come to some conclusions. First, I don't like men Like A Straight Girl Likes Men (Probably partly because I'm not a girl. Also sorry for stereotyping you straight girls it will happen again).

Generally men I like are

Fictional. one of my favorite phrases is that @blue-jacket-blues is obsessed with is when I said "I need Obi-Wan Kenobi barechested and weeping on his knees." I WANT MY MEN TO BE TORTURED.

Queer. Queer men...I looooove fags...and sometimes I see a queer man and im like hm. we should be a gay couple. As my friend who i will not call out here says, "I like my men fruity."

As an extra layer to that, in drag. Trixie Mattel once said, "When I die, dipped me in G and throw me to the lezzies" and baby I will be at the front of that line.

Kinky. I'm going to expose myself here and say without giving out specifics that I put some money in the pockets of some ethical and highly enjoyable filmmakers and actors who do some, what shall we say, inventive scenes. I watch what I enjoy and if that's men then that's men. My fantasies are in the safety of MY head and thats perfectly fine!

Normal. Part of the reason I used to be so averse to ever thinking I could be attracted to men was because I wasn't into the red carpet sex symbols of Hollywood. I don't care about them. Some of them I appreciate aesthetically, but I'm not into them. You know what I like? MEN WHO LOOK LIKE REAL PEOPLE. You know who that is? BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN. WHAT A GUY.

All of the above, or at least some combination. Kinky queer guys? (Leather daddies I am willing to do a lot for you.) When Brennan Lee Mulligan plays Garthy O'Brien and says "lovey" in that tone? Yeah. When drag queens get all domme? Hiiiiiiiii.

Also like...a lot of this is, again, IN MY HEAD. Fantasies are a safe place to enjoy things you might not enjoy in real life and thats totally fine! I engage with a lot of things in my head that I probably wouldn't do IRL.

But yeah, when I stopped trying to deny that there were some men I was into, my life got so much better. I'm a dyke who sometimes likes men. Could I force myself into a different label? Maybe. But it wouldn't feel RIGHT, and if I'm going to have a label its going to being one I feel comfortable with.

Anyway this was a lot longer than I meant it to be. No bitching in the notes about how I a person with less that 1000 followers am personally ruining the queer community. God bless and get head (Unless you dont want head in which case. rejoice freshly baked bread be upon ye)

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To be fair. They are attractive men who know how to fight, so that is a one and only excuse I'll take for now. This is the only time I'll accept it.

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Yes! Casually situations where they can actually hang out like normal people, besides always being in fights together. More friendly times.

But... I'm giving a fair warning. If Rocky does invite anyone to his new club (or any business), he will throw out anyone being who is being so creepy towards the women. Like how Dan, Tettsu, and Chiharu is. But that is if they can behave themselves like normal human beings when they're around women. Because they actually can't most of the time.

At the time SWORD was created.. Besides Hyuga, Cobra wasn't really sure how the other leaders would act and react since he never knew a lot of them. Like he didn't know much about them during that time.

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rocky just ‘i saved your bf. sorry about your diner, that’s my bad’. naomi doesn’t even get a chance to correct him that she’s not dating yamato. he just assumes they already are and is so surprised when he finds out much later that they aren’t.

And just.. And then he just finds way to finally get together after this whole time. Maybe Rocky and Nobara team up to be the nosy friends who finally get these two in a relationship. Maybe not that. But still.

Same with Cobra. Cobra and Hiroto are the attractive bad boys that a lot of people want to be with (romantically or sexually) but they are so stupid. Cobra's oblivious, or just don't care. But Hiroto's too oblivious.

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Generally.. I'm the type of person who prefers unusual names, names that very unnatural to real people (unless they're a fictional character) in every way. Basically the unusual names that may leave you wanting to shame celebrities for naming their child that. Like those names. So I'm that type of person when it comes to naming my own characters.

That might be another reason why I prefer having my own characters being foreign (depending on the concept) just because it would be so much easier to name my characters. So that's definitely one reason.

Yes! Before Blue becomes a fashion designer (or at least in the whole fashion industry in some way), she's the fashion designer for SWORD gangs. Like Mitsuya. And the small characters can actually get lots of clothing that fits them for once. Definitely short people problems.

Sewing patches on the jackets for the Mugen and Sannoh guys, even fixing the clothes for Rascals (unless Rocky has his own designer) but also the uniforms for Ichigo Milk Girls. And whoever else. Possibly the Oya boys since their clothes always get torn during any of their fights too. And Rude Boys, they're always wearing the clothes they can find.

Strawberry Girls are the only gang with legitimate uniforms that I can think of. And for the SWORD gangs, only some have uniforms like the Daruma guys who wear their signature jacket. Mugen was just a gang of bikers who wear leather jackets and vest - Cobra, Yamato, possibly Nobara were the younger generation who still wear their jackets when they can. Oya wears mostly black and blue clothes, sometimes I even seen them wear their school uniforms. The Rude Boys wear any types of clothing they can find. And, for White Rascals, the only people that I know of who have uniforms are mostly background scouts who end up dressing like the droogs of Clockwork Orange - because the whole White Rascals aesthetic was really inspired by the Clockwork Orange movie. Because of how Rocky's clothes and accessories are, I may be able to imagine him getting custom made materials for his fashion all the time. Because he's whole entire style seems too expensive to me.

They're literally feral when in violent situations. One is already enough trouble, not when have another. That will be.. Interesting.. To witness. Depending on the situation, the people involved, and everything else.

Violent... Do you think Hyuga would have preferred his bare hands, or weapons? Because he seems like someone who would use any things available as a weapon. But prefers his hands, breaking bones, just the he fights now but even more violent. But I thought the same! SWORD and his friends reign him in, they can really tame him to some extent.

Miho. She's probably the closest to a princess being saved by knights in this situation if it counts. Rocky and Cobra protected her from a lot of guys, including Doubt, who just wanted to sexually abuse her most of the time. Especially after she had been abused by these guys too.

Know Your Archetypes is a site with lists of archetypes of every types you can think of, also depends on categories of archetypes too. Like.. Hero, villain, caretaker, categories like that. Depending on what types of personality your characters have to make it easier to identify those characters. Or create entirely new characters with those archetypes.

https://knowyourarchetypes.com/archetypes-list/

That would make sense that the SWORD leaders have the most types of information known, since they're the only ones who actually have a lot - or at least enough - information known about them compared to the other characters. Same with Mugen, Amamiya, and other gangs.

Part of me wishes they gave some characters even more backstories.

Maybe I should clarify? I am disabled. Technically... I do have physical and mental disabilities that I've had since birth. But I don't have some physical disability where I'm an amputee or paraplegic, none of those disabilities. I'm multiple disabled, but I might have to say any types of conditions I have are minor compared to other people. But either way though. Regardless of conditions, you rarely see conditions portrayed well enough to be believable. I consider my mental disorders also as a disability, I don't know why do it. That's my fault. I should've clarified.

Exactly. There are way too many car accidents and also motorcycle in happening too often the H&L universe. I think it lost it's appeal to me.

But makes sense. Being a dancer, an athlete, some hobby that would have helped her keep her balance. Ballerinas really have that balance.

To be fair.. Most of the time I never pay attention to Kuryu - besides a few characters like Ryu, Nobara, and the one guy whose name I really forgot (who was a part of Rude Boys before killing Smoky). That guy. Besides those few characters, half the time I barely paid any attention to the rest of the yakuza. Or I quickly forgot about them. My attention was towards the other characters like SWORD, Mugen, Amamiya and sometimes Warriors. But that makes sense to have draconian names.

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True. That depends on how severe their depression is. If depression is mild, their mental state might be a lot more resilient for his partner to recover from. But if their depression is severe, that depends on if they are suicidal though. Suicidal to go through with committing suicide. But I was thinking more mild depression when I thought of that entire headcanon. Not that Rocky wouldn't care for them either way though.

That's what I meant about oral. Well.. between some oral sex and oral fixation, he knows how to use his mouth. The grilles, the lollipops, the cigars too. The man definitely has oral fixations. That is also why I can imagine him occasionally having a food kink during sex - from candy, fruits, honey, and even whipped cream. I mentioned that before. But I imagine him being into that kink he's having he has this sweet tooth.

But I'm curious on why he decided to wear the grilles though? Since I never seen young Rocky (teenage Rocky) wear those grilles before.

Whether or not the Clamp version of the manga is canonical to their universe, I can actually imagine many of these canon and headcanon situations being real. Like.. You can not convince me Rocky has never accidentally cuffed himself to a railing before, Koo always keeping his spare keys with in for emergency uses only. This happened too often.

Canonically, Rocky is a romantic man who believes men should really care about women. Protect them, provide for them. Rocky's really the traditionalist in that way. So I wouldn't be surprised that Rocky would cry at weddings - Rocky even cried when him and Koo got invitations to one of their dancer's weddings about how, "He is so happy that the girls are finally growing up!" Like he's the father, or brother. Whatever.

And imagine Rocky and his partner - especially his girlfriend - are just watching movies. Imagine role reversals in this entire situation. Rocky is a man who enjoys romance and comedy movies, while girlfriend's a woman who prefers movies genres from action to horror. That's really an interesting why for them to try compromising the shows or movies they're watching. I'm trying to think of the scenarios for this situation.

Personally, I'm seeing their roommate situation as friends who would be living together. But everyone has their own interpretations to what they believe though (since I know lot of people ship Rocky and Koo).

Obviously if aither of them are in a relationship with someone, like the partner being a woman. I just know they would definitely let the other know about needing privacy for whatever they were doing so they will not be home to make it awkward for everyone else. So the gentlemen know what they're doing. But I might see it being awkward if.. Just as one awkward situation if the one who left accidently came home a lot earlier than he meant to. So hopefully they never walk in on a sexually intimate moment in the house, or hear any sex noises. Very awkward. Then again, Rocky and Koo might contact the other - like call or text - to let them know when they could come back. I could imagine that.

While we're on the subject on Rocky's handcuffs again. You just can't convince me he never used his handcuffs during the more kinkier sex times with his partner. No one can change my mind about my canon.

Don't forget about lightweight Rocky. Apparently he gets really drunk quickly, even though you never see him drink much. But the only time I remember being him drink whisky - brandy - is that one scene from the show. That was season two. I'm trying to remember other scenes.

Exactly! Murayama's clingy in a needy way. If you stop paying even a slightest bit of attention on someone or something else.. He would be so handsy, touching your hair, yanking on your clothes, even jumping around you with his arms flailing to get your attention. He's so needy.

I don't know if this is just my sexual headcanon for Murayama. But in the times he's energetic... Sex with him playful so maybe the giggling is happening during the act. He's handsy. Sex with him might even be wild in a playful way. He's energetic, has stamina. That's all I got now.

So I feel like half the guys of H&L need weighted blankets for them to calm down enough to sleep if their partners aren't around them when they're sleeping, if their partners are not sleeping with or near them. Actually.. I feel like it would be more than half the guys who just can't sleep. And I feel like the guys would worry more than the girls too.

Furuyu can drive trucks, but he can not drive a motorcycle. I wonder.. Do you think Murayama annoys the Sannoh boys enough that they're happening study his test for a motorcycle. Especially Cobra too.

Question. So this is a possibly headcanon between Cobra and OC but only a maybe headcanon so far, so I can't say yes or no about the idea yet until I have thought more about it. But what happens if Cobra is a father? If he does become a father, he won't become one right away.

And for Rocky.. If Rocky is a father, I could see two outcomes for him. Either he becomes a father if the woman in his life does want children with him. Or, if they decide not to have children, I could imagine them being parents to furry pets (preferably pets that do not shed though).

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That's what I was thinking.. Since Exile Tribe (and other subgroups of Exile) used their own music for the whole franchise, I thought that it's fine to use the music of the band whose face claims I've been using.

If you're into rock or metal bands, I have recommend listening to their music. If you wanted to. Not that you have to. That's your decision.

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Seriously! And you just now tell me you looked at the links. Why didn't you tell me sooner?! We could've talked about everything I sent you.

Though... some part of me wanted to apologize that I sent quite a few shirtless pictures of Keiji. What can I say?! He's an attractive man with a nice body. So obviously I'm not really thinking anything respectful.

But what about the videos? Like deleted scenes, extended scenes, or behind the scene scenes. And don't forget the ramen commercials.

if dan, tettsu, and chiharu act like idiots in the new club heaven and rocky beats theit asses for it, cobra’s just gonna be like ‘you should know better’. like first, it’s rocky’s club and they should all know what he’s like, and second, cobra’s on rocky’s side, don’t be a creep to women. cobra and rocky, they’re besties.

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i dont know if i mentioned it at all yet, but i feel like noboru is one of rocky’s fav sannoh guys. like ‘oh u beat/killed the guy who assaulted your gf? hellyea. do you wanna join the wr?’. gonna scout that dude. snatch him. yoinked.

i really feel like hiroto and cobra would get along after everything. they’re pretty similar. they just hang out or riding their motorbikes together, have a lil brawl for old time’s sake. bros.

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i’m also the type to lean more towards unusual names or nicknames. i think it’s because i actually have a pretty plain, popular name irl, so i want to give my characters more fun interesting names.

blue stitching up one of murayama’s jackets or something for like the 6th times in as many days and just ‘maybe you should think about buying a new one’. murayama’s like ‘but it’s my favourite 🥺’. she’s just the sword fashion girl. even if she doesn’t help the white rascals with patch-up, i can imagine her and them discussing outfits. i think it’d be a neat idea if she and the rude boys like, trade patches or something, since a lot of the rb’s jackets have sewn-on/iron-on patches and stuff. i think the strawberry girls uniforms are passed down since they’re like, the second generation strawberries. the other gangs need to get their uniform game together, except the rascals who have a solid aesthetic and daruma with their matching jackets. mugen had the vibes with the jackets but sannoh dropped the ball.

you grow in kuryu and come out the other side being unhinged. just chilling half the time and then brutal in every fight. i’m thinking i maybe want to pit ryuko against sarah; she was taking the cheating route fighting the rascals so often since they won’t fight a woman. ryuko doesn’t have that moral, she’ll kick sarah’s ass to defend the rascals.

i absolutely think hyuga prefers his hands. he’s utterly hands-on, probably gets some sick pleasure over feeling bones break under his hands or feet or knees. i think he’d reject using weapons. if kato was still in kuryu with him, i think he’d try and reign hyuga in, but really can’t because kuryu’s ordering him around and overrules kato. i think kato would hate to see what hyuga becomes under kuryu’s hands.

i forgot miho! but yes, she absolutely the other (canon) princess archetype.

aa. i do always mix up archetypes and tropes. they’re kinda synonymous in my brain, but they are different. i should check that link out.

i know it would be so much longer, but i also wanted the backstories for the background characters. i want more details! sannoh, mugen, amamiya and oya got the most story, so i want more rudes boy and rascals and daruma stuff.

ah, that’s interesting! i have a few medical conditions myself, but idk if they’re anything i’d put on my characters - if only because i don’t know how i’d work them in. though it’d be nice to see more lesser-seen disabilities and conditions in media, including fic writing.

every time they wanna do something dramatic, it’s a car accident. it even happens in ‘6 from high&low’! so iirc: that’s tsukumo and tatsuya, noboru, seiji. at least 3 car accidents! definitely need to figure out a different idea for how she lost her leg.

hinami’s got the balance and the strong legs and the flexibility; she’s just moved from ballet onto parkour. i like to imagine she sometimes still does the movements from ballet sometimes, just the basic poses.

i really only paid attention to kuryu for ryuko’s backstory. and i’m still pulling up the wiki pages all the time so i can re-check stuff. i’d mixed up katsunari and minamoto for the longest time, since they’re both fighter factions, katsunari being martial artists and minamoto being assassins. eventually i just decided on keeping ryuko as minamoto’s kid.

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i think the grilles were simply an aesthetic choice. for the vibes. like the group wearing all white. or he just thought they were cool.

he just keeps cuffing himself on accident. i think it’d be funny if he does once while the club is still open and koo’s curious about why he’s just been standing there all night instead of up in the private room. rocky just ‘i handcuffed myself to the railing again … 😬’. koo is gonna kill him. he’s gonna confiscate the handcuffs.

rocky with a horror fan gf! he’ll watch the movies for her but he also. hates them. all the blood and gore and so many horror movies have disrespect and abuse towards women that he’s just not into. she always agrees to watching some gooey romance movie afterwards for him.

i think he tried to keep a level head while the club is open, but i can see kizzy giving him drinks to get him drunk when it’s just the rascals. koo is just like ‘stop it’ but kizzy’s all ‘let’s do shots!’ because ‘have some fun, koo’. koo’s probably the opposite to rocky, and has a great alcohol tolerance.

he’s so clingy and needy. he wants attention and he’s going to get it even if he has to be annoying about it. oh i absolutely share that headcanon! he’s got high stamina and he’s all handsy and frequently kissing. i did already write an explicit murayama/ryuko fic, so clearly i’ve thought about ahsjdkdl

i think furuyu can drive a bike since the three of them have bikes of their own at the end of ‘the worst’. murayama absolutely goes to annoy cobra. like ‘help me with my license, help me pick a bike’. cobra pretends to be annoyed but he likes bikes so he has a bit of fun with checking out new bikes.

i think cobra would be a bit of a nervous father to start out. the baby is so little, he worries about hurting them. i think he’d be good at calming the baby though, like the baby always falls right asleep on his chest. that baby’s got so many uncles omg. yamato and noboru just fun uncle-ing it up.

rocky with a boy child teaching them to respect women and be a gentleman; meanwhile if he has a girl, they’re the most protected girl in the whole of the sword district. a total daddy’s girl princess. rocky with this lil princess-dressed sunglasses-wearing girl on his hip, both of them have lollipops.

takeshi as a sporty dad tho. he’s got one of them backpack baby carriers. he’s teaching his kid like. baby gymnastics. this toddler can do a solid cartwheel. he’s teaching ‘em how to do a front flip, it’s fine.

murayama disaster father. he’s the fun dad. he’s on the playground with his kid. what’s ‘saying no to your child’? he doesn’t do that. sorry, he can’t help you with your homework, go ask your mum - of course we can have ice cream before dinner. murayama and his kid just barreling along, chaotic as hell.

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the ramen commercials are so cute. just all of them linked arms while trying to eat. they’re all besties!!!

also the gifs of kizzy going to grab at koo and kaito having to be like ‘babe no’. girl what are you doing? and in the middle of club heaven no less! the impulsive thoughts were winning in kizzy’s head. more kizzy and kaito scenes please i love them!!

[shadowqueen402]

Heyo! Could you write another Fic where Balan's hiccups start to have strange effects in the real world?

Ooh, okay! By the way, I loved your Maestro Hiccups fanfics!

Balan's hiccups didn't just cause strange effects to the Visitors in Wonderworld and the stages. The real world was also effected as well. Needless to say, once they went back home, Leo, Emma, and their twelve friends were not happy at least.

When Leo came home, he was NOT expecting his home to look like it came from a 1800's Western styled town. Also, why were there horses there!? "Mom? Dad?" He called. "Why does our home look Western?"

"Whatcha mean, son?" His dad called. Leo blinked at the Southwestern accent that his father now had. "C'mon inside and help your ma clean them dishes." Leo was about to walk in when a horse had the audacity to lick him on the face. He shuddered in disgust at this.

Emma glanced up at what she thought was her mansion. It was now rainbow, painted with every single vibrant color. She didn't mind rainbow, but she would rather if it didn't happened at her home. Shrugging, she walked inside and taken aback.

The inside of her mansion was just as vibrant as the outside. Plus, the furniture was styled differently. So it was no longer elegant but rather bohemian. The maids that greeted her did not wear maid outfits, but bohemian styled clothes. Plus, their hair was in vibrant colors too. "This is awkward…" Emma could only say.

Jose blinked in astonishment when he came back to his farm. Or what he thought was his farm. Instead of corn and other vegetables growing out, it was a bunch of…lollipops and chocolate cookies. "Golly, and I thought I saw crazy things in Wonderworld…" He said, looking around. The sweet-smelling air lingered in his nose. "What am I supposed to do with all of these?"

Fiona blinked when she returned to the ocean. But instead of the pretty sea blue color it was, the water was a deep red. Plus, the sand on the beach was black. "What happened to the water here?" She asked. "Did Balan's hiccups do this?" Suddenly, she shrieked when a group of bats jumped out of the water and flew in her face. Fiona managed to get them out of her way.

"Bats in the water!?" Fiona couldn't believe this while she was calming down from her fright. "But…how? Bats can't swim, can they?"

Yuri expected her classroom to be many things: organized, comforting, and friendly. But that wasn't the case this time. All of the students' hair were in REALLY bold colors. Even the teacher's hair was now a vivid green. Plus, instead of school uniforms, everyone wore leather jackets, ripped jeans, and spiked boots.

The walls were decorated with posters of biker men and women, motorcycles, and electric guitars. There was no sight of her bugs anywhere. "I want to go home…" She said to herself.

Haoyu just wanted to relax. He really did. But that was proven to be difficult. Why? Because when he came home, loud rap music blasted from his house. And his parents were dressed in rapper's outfits, having no problem listening to it. Haoyu almost didn't recognize them when he came home.

Haoyu groaned in frustration as he was starting to hate rap music. He covered his ears with his hands. "Why did this happen to me?" He whined. To make matters worse, some people would complain about the noise and feel sorry for Haoyu since he wasn't able to do anything.

He hoped that the hiccups would stop.

Sana found herself staring at what used to be her favorite forest. Instead, she was now at a nightclub. When she walked in, she found herself back into that red cocktail dress and red stilettos. Her opera gloves were also back on as was the jewelry.

A bunch of Eis look-alikes saw Sana walk by and smiled. Some of them even whistled, impressed with herself. Sana felt her cheeks heat up, especially at the thought of the real Eis actually doing this. But she knew that he would just compliment her.

One Eis look-alike walked over to her. "Hello, gorgeous," He said. "How about I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks," Sana said, politely. "You are kind and all, but unfortunately, there's something I must take care of. Maybe some other time?"

"I'll happily wait for you." The Eis look-alike grinned as he watched her leave.

Sana immediately walked off and breathed a sigh of relief. She needed to find out how to make things back to normal.

When Cass arrived home, she found the clocktower plaza covered in flowers of all kind. Even the most exotic ones as well. Cass loved flowers, sure, but there was a downside to this new garden. She couldn't find her kitten anywhere.

"Kitty?" Cass called. "Where are you?" Suddenly, she heard a rustle coming from one of the flowers. Peeking its head out of the gardenias, Cass's kitten mewed up at her. With a relieved smile, the emerald-haired girl scooped up her kitten. "Let's find a way out of this garden, kitty."

But just as she walked, she accidently bumped into a low tree branch. Just my luck. She thought to herself.

Cal stared wide-eyed at the tropical forest that was now in the neighborhood he lived in. Some of the people walked by and gazed up at the exotic fruits and birds that roamed there. "Did…Balan's hiccups do this?" He wondered as he slowly approached the forest.

But suddenly, a toucan bird landed on his shoulder much to his surprise. "Uh, hi…" He said to the bird, awkwardly. The bird just tilted its head, but didn't do anything else. "Guess I have a new friend now…"

With a shrug, Cal wandered into the forest, the toucan still perched on his shoulder.

Iben glanced up at her home in shock. Last she checked, she did NOT live in a mansion. Curiosity piqued, she walked inside. In a butler outfit, a man that looked almost exactly like her father approached her. "Welcome back, Mrs. Bia," He said. "Come, we must get the house cleaned for the guests." He passed her a feather duster.

"We have guests coming over?" Iben asked, trying her hardest not to cry. The man sounded exactly like her late father.

"We do, dearie," A maid that looked like her late mother and sounded like her said. "They wish to come over for dinner. And this house is dusty. Plus, there are meals to be cooked."

Iben could only nod before she got to work. She was so filled up with mixed emotions that she didn't realize that her maid outfit was back on.

Attilio glanced around at what used to be Christmas Rose Park. Now, it was covered in a bunch of cushions, pillows, and blankets. Just like his stage. Attilio took notice of the other employees looking at these new comfy additions while pondering how they got here to begin with.

He sat down on one of the nearby benches, but was taken aback by the touch of something soft. He stood up and turned to see brightly colored quilts on each of the benches. "At this point, I'm not sure how to react right now," He said.

Lucy gaped in shock when she entered the Exhibition Hall. All of her paintings were gone now, replaced by a ballet studio. The random ladies that worked there now wore ballet outfits. Music by Tchaikovsky played in the background as they danced. "What is going on here?" She asked herself, before looking down.

She was back in her ballet outfit. Again.

Eis felt his eye twitch as he entered the place that used to be a fire department. Now, here he was in a farm that had lots of animals. Cows, pigs, horses, goats, and chicken roamed around. It didn't help that he was back in his chicken suit.

Much to his surprise, his partners were in animal suits as well. And they were downright embarrassed at this. "I regret coming into work today," His partner said, glaring down at his cow suit.

Bruce wasn't sure which he would rather do: go back to picking up trash or wonder how these gigantic plushes and baby toys got to his part of town. While this did bring back memories, he didn't want his town to stay like this for good.

"Balan's hiccups must have done this," Bruce said. As if on cue, a normal-sized teddy bear fell from the sky and onto his head. This caught Bruce off guard as he caught the stuffed animal. "Oh…."

[honestlytastygayasstrash]

DADDY LONG LEGS

REAL NAME: Johnny Parker

PRONOUNS: they/them

GENDER: genderfluid

SEX: amab

SEXUALITY: unlabelled but likes women and is ace/aro spec

AGE: 15

HEIGHT: 5'11

EYES: brown

HAIR: black/bleach/purple/blue

OCCUPATION: member of spider army, musician, photographer for podcaster

SUIT DESIGN: black suit with spray painted cyan and red designs, they have a bit in their suit to let their mullet out and a hood. They wear fingerless leather gloves, sleeveless cropped denim jacket with patches and pins, tight ripped plaid trousers, a white ripped baggy tanktop with spider design on, and a pear of red sk8 hi Vans shoes

POWERS:

-Superhuman: strength, speed, agility, reflexes, stamina, durability, coordination, balance, equilibrium, senses

-Wall climbing

-Precognitive/esp spider sense and spider sense immunity

-Regeneration

-Organic webbing

-Electricity generation

-Has a ‘ticket to the multiverse’ which lets them travel to different dimensions

-Camouflage

-Pheromone secretion

-Shapeshifting: mixture of man and spider, spider, giant spider

-Has four retractable 'spider arms' on back which are 6 feet long. Can shed them and regrow them with their regeneration power

SYMBIOTE POWERS:

-Can change their body matter

-Genetic memory

-self propelled glide

[godofdystopia]

Sashannarcy Week 2022 Day 7: Pride

Whelp, here we are at the final entry for this year. I may do this again next year idk.

This entry ended up way shorter than i would have liked, but considering my real life isn’t doing too hot and i usually write to let off stress i’m proud to have gotten this done at least. Anyway, as someone who lives in a rural state and has never seen how the big cities do there Pride parades, and has only heard about it from internet friends, i decided to keep this entry to what i do know:

Gathering together before a pride event and hanging out and catching up before moving on to the main event.

In this story... It’s pride. Anne, Sasha, and Marcy get ready for pride. That’s it. We’ve got Trans Anne, Bi Sasha, Lesbian Marcy, She/They Lesbian Terri and their wife Jan. Bi Jess and Pan Ally. Supportive parents Oum and Bee. And they meet up before a pride parade.

That’s really it.

Thank you all for keeping up with my entries for this, Even if Tumblr wiped Day 4 and Day 5 off of tags but you can find those elsewhere. Although if they wipe this then Staff is homophobic.

Thank you to @phrogfrommars for hosting this week. It was a pleasure and an honor to participate and I enjoyed writing every entry.

Words: 1.9k Like I said, it’s short.

“Cmon Anne, just hold still a little longer.”

It was almost midday at the Boonchuy-Waybright-Wu household and things were currently in a rush of activity. Marcy had rushed into their bedroom to gather various things she thought she would need to bring for the parade, meanwhile Anne and Sasha finished touching up.

They would need to be ready for the Pride Parade.

They’d gone to many others before, of course they had! Ever since they were ten they'd go together to Pride and they hadn’t stopped since. It’d been touch and go every now and again: Keeping Marcy’s parents from finding out, Marcy moving away, getting lost in Amphibia, high school. But they still went no matter what.

They’d gone when they were friends, they’d gone when they were girlfriends.

And now would be the first time they would go when they were married.

Sasha currently sat on the floor, a paintbrush in her hands as she carefully dragged it across Anne’s cheeks. Blue, pink, and white decorated her cheeks in little flags and Sasha had to finish it up before Anne put the glitter on it. A massive, hand-stitched trans flag was wrapped around her shoulders and she would be forever proud of Marcy for making it for her.

Sasha had forgone decorating her cheeks but had learned enough about stitching and leather work to stitch a giant Bisexual flag to the back of her leather jacket. The front of her jacket was absolutely covered in pins and buttons. Usually the pins would be of bands, anime, and various puns but now her jacket was covered with nothing but Pronoun pins. Other than the jacket she had dressed like she usually did in a long skirt and simple blouse.

“Sash, come on!” Anne whined, her hands tapping rhythmically on the floor. She loved her wives dearly, but she also liked going to Pride and also telling the world at large that she had married these two wonderful women. She was very impatiently waiting for the chance to do both.

“Just a sec… and done!” Sasha said happily as she leaned back and looked at her wife carefully, at first looking to see if she’d screwed up the paint but then just… looking at her.

Frog, she loved Anne so much.

“How do I look? Come on, tell me!” Anne said eagerly.

“Beautiful as always.” Sasha said with a smirk. She laughed as Anne blushed, she loved doing that.

“Don’t start flirting without me!” Marcy said as she charged down the stairs two at a time, tripping and almost falling had Anne not gotten up to catch her in her arms. Marcy blushed and laughed from Anne’s arms.

“You look gorgeous as always Anne!” She said happily as she got to her feet. A massive flag rested on her shoulders, the familiar oranges and deep pinks happily woven on the homemade flag.

“Still impressed by your stuff Mar-mar.” Anne said with a whistle as she saw the careful stitching on the flag. It was very well made. Years of making her own fan merchandise, and then merchandise of her own stuff, made her amazing at making pride stuff to hand out during the parades.

Usually she would also make her own pronoun pins to give out but this year Sasha had taken over that department, wanting to help Marcy in this regard.

“Thanks Sashy, always great to hear.” Marcy answered distractedly as she looked over her phone, hyer brow furrowed in concentration as she wondered how long it would take to get to the meeting place and whether it would be more time efficient to go down a different route than usual.

A beautifully manicured hand took hold of the phone and lowered it, and Marcy looked up into Sasha’s comforting eyes. “Marbles, don’t sweat the details. Everything will be okay.”

Marcy yelped as Anne grabbed her from behind in a hug. The Thai woman held her tight as she rested her head on Marcy’s shoulder with a smile. “Yeah Mar-mar, it’ll be fine.”

Marcy sighed and pocketed her phone. She then grabbed Sasha and pulled her into a hug, the three wives now hugging one another. They stood there for a moment, just enjoying holding each other before the clock on the wall began to chime and they realized they sort of needed to go now.

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The red convertible flew down the streets of LA.

Marcy was holding her lesbian flag between her legs so it flew proudly in the air while they drove and used her free hand, the one that wasn’t currently holding Anne’s, was off the side of said car and was just waving in the air like a sail. Her head lay on the back of the seat as she rested, waiting for them to arrive.

Anne meanwhile was vibrating with excitement. Even after all these years she couldn’t stop being excited for pride like a kid on Christmas. Ever since she came out to her parents as a girl she’d always been giddy about June.

“C’mon Sash, hurry hurry hurry!” She cheered as Sasha drove them towards where they were meeting with the others.

“Hold your horses Anne, we’ll be there in a second.” Sasha said as she kept driving.

The streets changed slowly to Anne as it felt like they were moving at a snail’s pace until finally, finally, they arrived at the meeting place. Currently only four people were standing around talking so two more would arrive before they were ready to go.

But right now two of those people were just who Anne wanted to see.

Anne leapt out of the car and rushed over to the elderly Thai couple who turned to her with happy smiles and open arms.

“Mom! Dad! You came!” She cheered as she caught them up in a giant hug.

“Of course we did, we’ll never pass up an opportunity to spend time with our daughter.” Oum Boonchuy said to her daughter. The Thai woman had aged gracefully, her hair dyed brown to stay the same color as her daughters. The only signs she had aged at all were the gray roots that were showing and the deeper lines on her face. She was wearing a shirt decorated in the Trans flag with the words ‘Trans Women Are Women’ written in cursive along the white middle.

Bee had streaks of silver through his hair, with more lines on his face than his wife. He was wearing a tie-dyed rainbow shirt with the same ‘Trans Women Are Women’ written on it as his wife. He grabbed his daughter in a giant hug and tried to lift her, quickly giving up with a groan as Anne giggled happily. “You’re old man is happy to see you Anne. Always happy to go to these with you. Does Marcy have any of those pins?”

“No, but Sasha does.” She said as she pointed to Sasha, who was currently bringing out a bag filled with pins. Currently the others were surrounding her and grabbing the appropriate pins.

“These are Great Sasha! You made these?” A blue haired woman said as they pinned a ‘She/They’ pin on their shirt. She was taller than last time Sasha had seen them, their hair had grown past their back and she had ditched the lab coat and uniform for a pair of comfortable jeans and a ‘Down With Cis’ shirt underneath a Trans-flag hoodie jacket. Marcy was still laughing herself silly about the shirt.

“Yep. Pretty proud of it actually.” Sasha said as she noticed the golden band with a sparkling gem on Terri’s hand. “So you and Jan…?”

“Getting married in November, yeah!” Dr. Jan said as she kissed Terri on their cheek and picked up a ‘She/her’ pin. Her wife blushed and gave them a shove, laughing. Jan was wearing her work uniform because even the government wouldn’t be able to take her comfortable khakis from her. Though she had exchanged her UFO earrings for a lesbian flag earring in her left ear and a general pride flag in the other. Despite this, both earrings were still shaped like UFO’s.

Sasha was only slightly jealous. Really, she wasn’t kicking herself for not thinking of something like that to wear.

“Here are the invites, by the way.” Terri said as they handed out the fancy looking invites to Sasha and Marcy. “Make sure to give one to Anne for me since she’ll probably be talking to her parents for awhile.”

“Probably not, they’ll be bringing up grandchildren soon and I guarantee you she’ll come running over here in embarrassment.” Jan said happily as Marcy and Sasha started blushing up storms. Grandchildren!?

“She talked with us about it on the way over.” Terri said as way of explanation to the two blushing girls. 

“I mean, we might have talked about adopting once or twice. But not for awhile!” Marcy said panicked as her mind ran a mile a minute. Her face was burning bright red and Sasha wasn’t much better.

“Oh, so you have been talking about it?” Terri teased the two.

Before any of them could respond, an older van pulled up and two women hopped out and rushed over.

“Oh good, we didn’t miss the meet up.” Ally said happily as she rushed to grab a pin for her and her wife. Her hair was cut into an undercut with hot pink tips all around it and little pansexual flags were painted on her cheeks similar to Anne and her trans ones. She had exchanged her dark blue jumpsuit for a light blue one that was open at the front to reveal it was worn over a bright yellow shirt and bright pink arm sleeves.

Jess happily pinned her ‘She/Her’ pin to her Bisexual flag shirt. Her hair, now longer than last time Sasha and Marcy had seen her, was braided into a single bun atop her head. Her Bisexual Flag shirt was the same as always, with simple jeans. She’d gotten rid of her sweatshirt and exchanged it for a pride flag worn around her shoulders much like how Anne was wearing hers.

Speaking of Anne, she was now rushing over to the group with a madly blushing face while her parents chuckled behind her and walked over at a slower pace. Anne looked at the others, from Jan and Terri’s smirks to Sasha and Marcy’s blushes, and covered her face with her hands.

Once they were caught up with what was going on, Ally and Jess joined in on teasing the two girls only for the tables to be turned when Marcy, blushing madly, loudly asked them when they would be getting a kid.

Ally and Jess, blushing as madly as the three girls, tried to change the subject.

“Oh, the parade should be starting soon! We should get going.” Jess said loudly as everyone nodded and smiled, agreeing to drop it for now. They gathered together to get ready to move. Today was going to be fun.

As they walked together to meet up with the majority of the parade, Anne, Sasha, and Marcy all smiled at one another as they held hands and walked together.

They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, if it would be a better day or a worse one. They didn’t know anything but that they loved one another more than anything else.

They were, by universal prophecy, literal soulmates.

They had faced down tyrants, herons, monsters, robots, and The Core. And they’d come out of it stronger, and more in love than ever.

They had chosen each other. And they would always choose each other.

The three soulmates walked on, surrounded by friends and family and were certain that no matter what happened tomorrow, today would be wonderful.

[elsanna-shenanigans]

June Contest Submission #10: The Way You’re Falling In Love

Words:  ca. 2,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: lime Content: heavily implied smut, legal drug use Song: Love Burning Alive - Lena Fayre

The Way You’re Falling In Love

You should know by now not to check the pictures Elsa sends you while you’re at work. It’s one of those places with a ‘collaborative open office layout’ which really just means everyone and their mother could be up in your shit at any moment, but in the end that doesn’t stop you from furtively holding the phone in your lap when you hope no one is looking and popping open that messenger app for a cool five seconds expecting a quick snap of Elsa’s delectable cleavage or her ass in those high-waist red jeans of hers, but nooo this time she had to take it to a whole other level because she’s wearing goddamn lingerie. More precisely, she’s wearing black lace lingerie with purple trim, garter belt and everything, sitting at the end of a leather couch with her long legs crossed demurely in front of her, and yes that delectable cleavage is there too, but the real killer is the way she’s biting her lip as she looks at the camera, because she knows what that does to you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Anna?”

The words nearly make you jump out of your seat but when you look up after stashing the phone under your butt and see that goddamn smirk plastered on Kristoff’s face you can tell he wasn’t even trying to peep, he’s just bustin’ your chops.

You try to weasel your way out of the embarrassment with a “Kristoff! Don’t scare me like that!” but he just cocks his head slightly because you know you’re good and busted.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says as he sets your coffee from the group order down on the corner of your desk, while you force yourself to take some long deep breaths, hoping it will help the color drain from your face. But then your mind drifts back to that photo and really the only thing you can do is get up and stomp over to the women’s bathroom and snag a stall just so you can open your phone again and stare at Elsa in all her glory some more.

You know, it’s really unfair of her to put you in this position, and she should know that.

Anna: elsaaaa i’m at woooork! but also 👀👀

Elsa: so am i 😏

That winky face. You swipe back to the photo. Fuck me, she’s right. The view from the windows, the degree hanging on the wall, the snow globe on the shelf with the little ice castle on the side of a mountain. You’ve been in that room. She’s sending you fucking boudoir lingerie photos from her corner office.

Elsa: meet me for lunch?

Anna: i’ll grab us some tacos

Elsa: oh, I’m not actually hungry 😉

Anna: yes ma'am 😳

It should be be scary, the way you’re falling in love like a skydiver jumping out of a plane without a parachute.

But it isn’t.

-💋-

You weren’t exactly expecting to meet the love of your life at Sally Sapphic’s WLW Speed dating in West Hollywood, but there you were on a Friday night, halfway to regretting ditching Kristoff at the firm’s Happy Hour for this, when she sat down across from you. Even in the dim afternoon light of the local queer dive bar she was stunning in her black leather jacket and white button-down shirt, the slack purple tie around her neck barely an after thought. And of course there was her sun-bleached platinum blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes, the impeccable ruby red lipstick. It was sheer luck that you managed to stop your gaping by the time she actually set her Very-Busy-Person phone down and made eye contact.

That was it. You were done for from that moment. You made it through the pleasantries of introductions without incident (hello Elsa), mostly just trying to make sure your mouth was putting one sensible word after another just to keep that light shining in her eyes because somehow it seemed like everything you said put yet another smile on her face, the kind that you could see immediately in the corners of her eyes, and in the slow build up of red in her cheeks. Those moments where you got to fully appreciate her long, dark eyelashes because she was dodging your gaze to avoid outright blushing.

And then all of a sudden you could hear the record scratch and the music halt when Elsa mentioned she was a lawyer, and was in fact just about to start a new job at a law firm on Monday.

“Ummm, that wouldn’t happen to be Weselton Westerguard and Associates… would it?” you asked, a slight sense of doom creeping into your voice.

Elsa furrowed her brow. “It would. Let me guess, you work there too?”

“Yeah,” you admitted glumly. “I’m one of the firm’s private investigators.”

“I’ll bet you are,” Elsa chuckled. “What department?”

“Family law?”

“Oh, well that’s a relief! I’m in corporate, class-action specialist.” When she saw the puzzled look on your face, she added, “That means it wouldn’t actually be unethical for us to start a relationship, since I wouldn’t be your direct superior.”

That got your attention. “You’ve decided that’s what you want already? From this five minute chat?”

“No,” Elsa answered, raising her drink to her lips. “I decided that the moment you walked through the door.”

-💋-

The sex is incredible.

Scratch that—the sex is out of this world.

It’s the kind of sex that makes you feel like the bottom guy in the galaxy brain meme, but the meme keeps getting more levels the more times you two bang each other.

It’s ‘i could quit my job to have sex more’ kind of sex except that you’re too busy having sex at your job so maybe it’s more like 'if they fire me for this it was worth it’ kind of sex.

It’s 'you used to tell yourself “Shitface McSideburns was a righteous asshole but at least he was a good fuck” but now you realize that was a goddamn lie’ kind of sex (which is kind of sad, but hey, you’re getting over it).

Seriously though, it’s the kind of sex that makes you realize you didn’t know what sex could be, had no FUCKING clue in retrospect. Because it’s more than just sex, it’s more than lips and tongues and muffled screaming (and un-muffled screaming), it’s more than a quickie in the office supply closet (though you have your fair share of those), it’s more than sex so good you could write songs about it—and though you can’t quite call it making love just yet, it’s more than that, too.

It’s not just that Elsa is some kind of lesbian sex wunderkind (she is), or that maybe you’re finally getting into That Kinky Stuff (you are), and it’s not even about the fucking orgasms (dear god so many orgasms).

It’s everything.

It’s the way she likes you to pet her head when you’re being gentle, the way she likes you to pull her hair when you’re being rough. It’s the way sometimes she doesn’t even say hello when she comes home, just pushes you up against the nearest wall and starts pulling your pants off (which, for clarity, you’re totally cool with). It’s the way she likes to rub her thumb across your cheek when it’s all said and done and you’re both just lying there, utterly exhausted.

It’s the way she’s never once even asked you about Sideburns McFuckface, because even though you were still kinda getting over him when you met her, he just doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s the way sometimes you don’t even have to have sex. Sometimes you’re just curled up on the couch together for movie night when she catches your eye for the millionth time and this involuntary shiver cascades over your body because goddamn have you seen her?? You get to date her??!

And yes, it’s the way she likes to whisper 'fuck me, sis’ in your ear when you’re making her come, because she knows what it does to you, and she likes what it makes you do to her.

More than anything, it’s the way you never stop wanting her—never stop wanting to kiss her and push her and please her and punish her.

It’s everything.

The sex is everything because Elsa is everything.

-💋-

You’re not quite sure how it came to this — packing the remainder of your belongings into the trunk and back seats of your Velocity Blue Shelby GT500 Mustang on a warm summer evening in July. All the other things you used to own that you couldn’t manage to pawn off on friends are in the dumpster around the corner.

When you’re done, you pull your stash out from the glove compartment and light up one last joint, inhaling deeply because quite frankly you deserve it. And it’s the good shit too, because who knows if Vegas will have good weed or not.

After a few minutes Elsa pops out of the front door of the apartment and dangles the keys at you. “You sure you’ve got everything you need?” she asks.

You take another hit and give her a long look. “Yeah, pretty sure I do. All the things that matter, at least.”

She looks at you for a moment trying to discern your (purposefully ambiguous) statement, before she smiles and starts flinging the keys around on her index finger as she walks over to your spot by the car, plucks the joint out of your lips and takes a hit of her own. And she only coughs a little bit; she’s been trying, but despite all her swagger, she’s still a bit FRAGILE!-handle-with-care in some respects.

“Okay, that is good,” she says when she’s recovered, and then she drops the roach on the pavement, stamps it out with one high-heeled boot (always practice fire safety in California, kids!) and then grabs you by the collar of your shirt and kisses the ever-living SHIT out of you.

“What was that for?” you manage, when you catch your breath after she finally lets up.

“For always being there for me, no matter what. No matter the consequences.”

Right, right, the consequences — that’s how it came to this. Turns out 'if they fire me for this it was worth it’ sex might actually get you fired.

Both of you.

And like, yeah, you could have gotten jobs somewhere else; LA is a big city and there’s no shortage of work for people with your skills. But sometimes you’ve gotta take a step back and look at the bigger picture; because there is so very clearly the Before Elsa part of your life—ordinary, stable, entertaining but unexciting—and the After Elsa part of your life, which can only be described as a blizzard of questionable decisions which has resulted in everything in your life that isn’t Elsa being left behind in the dust.

And it doesn’t even really phase you, because Elsa is right there with you. No matter the consequences. There’s no going back to Before Elsa, and maybe there never was. Maybe the point of no return was the moment you met her.

“I love you,” you say, when you remember that reality still exists and find Elsa gazing at you with those sparkly blue eyes of hers.

“Fuck!” Elsa exclaims. “I can’t believe you beat me to it. I love you so much, damn it.” She kisses you and you kiss her back and then she says, “You ready to get this show on the road?”

“Yes, ma'am,” you confirm. “But you’re driving first. There’s something I gotta look up on my phone.”

She squints at you, suddenly suspicious, but acquiesces and makes her way around to the driver’s side of the car. With one last look around at your surroundings you say a silent goodbye to LA and get in with her.

Later, when you’re out on the highway heading toward Las Vegas and Elsa’s eyes are safely locked on the road, you pull your phone out and bring up google.

best wedding venues in las vegas

You might as well start doing your research.