#I’m trying to not cover as much in videos so stuff like body blushing & further customizing and the display area I built him is for

[tipsy-scales]

Howdy! My Dollfie Dream 9S video is up 😄

It covers my experience with the series, the character & why I like him, the doll, an unboxing, customizing, & styling.

Video is below ⬇️

[raindownforme]

Salt Water

Charlie Slimecicle x reader [she/her used]

CW: negative body image, self doubt, negative self image

(Yes this is self-indulgent comfort)

“This is easy.” y/n spoke out loud to no one but herself. She stared in the mirror, turning side to side. Today was the start of summer, and her and her friends had decided to go to the beach. She’d bought the perfect bathing suit for it, too. It was a pretty blue with a dinosaur pattern. It was also a bikini.

She felt comfortable in it. She wouldn’t have bought it otherwise. She felt comfortable when she bought. She felt comfortable when she planned the whole outfit. She felt comfortable when she made the plans. She didn’t feel comfortable now.

She thought she’d grown put of this. She was an adult goddamnit. y/n wasn’t the middle-schooler who got made fun of by her trash friends, or the high schooler who thought so negatively al the time. She was an adult who bought herself the cute dinosaur bathing suit. And by god she was going to wear it.

y/n sighed, stepping back from her mirror to sit on the edge of her bed. She could do this. She knew she could. It would just be so much easier if she could stop thinking for five seconds. It was the same incomprehensible thought over and over, an onslaught of negative thoughts towards herself and her figure. Reminders of every YouTube comment on her videos, in her friends’ twitch chats, in public posts.

Maybe she shouldn’t go?

“Hey, you ready?” Someone knocked on y/n’s door and startled her. She jumped up from the bed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a large plain shirt. She shouldered her tote of necessities, slipped on her flip-flops, and opened the door. Cooper stood slouched waiting for her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” y/n walked in front of him to the car waiting. Ted sat in the drivers seat, shuffling through his playlist. Jawsh sat in the passenger seat next to him, not at all paying attention. y/n watched cooper climb into the furthest row of the car, leaving her, Charlie, and Traves to fit into the middle row. y/n held her breath as she climbed in, being forced to squeeze into the middle seat. She rested all her belongings in her lap, staring forwards through the windshield.

“Everyone packed in?” They all gave a chorus of ‘yes’ as Ted pulled out of his parking spot and to the open road. It was only 20 minutes from the beach, shorter if traffic got lucky.

The music bumped throughout the car and everyone split into different conversations. Jawsh and Ted talked about something or other, Traves and Cooper shared content on their phones, and Charlie turned to look at y/n. “I brought the boogie boards! Do you want to— what’s wrong?”

She turned to look at him, slightly surprised. “Yeah. No I’d love to boogie board.”

“Are you okay?” Charlie dropped how loud his voice was compared to everyone else. “Something seems off.”

“I’m good.” She lazily smiled at him then turned back to stare out the windshield. She liked watching the cars and buildings pass by in a blur. Charlie looked away from her and followed her line of vision. He didn’t quite understand, but he was determined to.

The group soon arrived at the beach. They quickly unpacked their full trunk and set up their seating on the beach. Ted made sure the umbrella stood upright, Traves and Cooper carried the coolers, Jawsh and y/n set out chairs and blankets, and Charlie carried the toys.

“Everyone sun screened?” Ted gestured as he tried to pass around a bottle. “y/n? I don’t want you to get cancer.”

“I’m good!” She’d already applied skin protectant before leaving the house. y/n set down her stuff and sat in the low lawn chair. She took in the sight of Cooper, Traves and Jawsh racing towards the shore, stumbling over each other in the sand. Charlie sat a few feet away from the laid out area, taking a child’s plastic shovel and beginning to dig a hole.

Ted snapped a lid to a cooler shut and cracked open his soda. He set it in the cup holder of a chair and set his glasses down on the same seat. “I’m headed to the water.”

y/n waved him off as he left. She closed her eyes, feeling herself sink into the chair. She still had on her large shirt and shorts, but they were starting to grow warm. It was hot outside, and she knew she’d be so much more comfortable in just the bathing suit she had under neath.

A shadow appeared over y/n and she opened her eyes again. Charlie stood smiling, a hand extended towards her pick her up. “Come on! Get in the water.”

“No you go ahead.” She sat up slightly, looking between her friends in the water and the boy in front of her. Charlie stayed, persistent.

“y/n get in the water. It’ll be fun!”

“Charlie you go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

He frowned, dropping his hand. “But you were so excited. You told me you bought that dinosaur suit and everything.”

y/n blushed. She didn’t remember telling him, but he was right. She likes the dinosaurs. She had wanted to go in the water this whole time. She took a breath, and stood from her seat. She slowly took off the shorts and t-shirt, placing them back in her seat. She turned to Charlie with a small smile. “Teach me to boogie board.”

“R-Right.” Charlie turned away from her a red tinge to his face. She felt discouraged almost, that Charlie of all people couldn’t look at her in a fucking bathing suit. The negative thoughts started coming back, the reminders, but she tried to kick them away. She wanted to enjoy the beach.

She followed Charlie to the shore line. He dragged behind himself two three-foot-tall boards made of foam and plastic with a tether made of coiled cord and a Velcro band. He slid the two boards into the water. The salt and sand kicked at the foam as he tied one tether around y/n’s wrist. “What are-?”

“You won’t loose it.” Charlie smiled as he talked. He glanced back up to her eyes with a smile, but quickly looked back to make sure the tether was secured to her wrist. Charlie took y/n’s hand in his, pulling her out deeper in the water until the water was just above her middle.

“Aren’t we in the breakers?”

“Yeah! This is exactly where we need to be. Okay you’re gonna hold it like this-“ Charlie got on his board, gripping the top with his hands and resting his chest towards the bottom of his board. y/n copied him, pulling the board closer than he had his. “Okay. So when the right wave comes, jump and let it take you. If it’s the right one it’ll carry you back to shore.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Try again.” y/n felt the water be sucked from beside her as the tide rolled over. She glanced to see Charlie lean further onto his board, and she did the same. “This is a good one. Ready?”

“I guess.”

y/n and Charlie jumped at the same time. She laughed as the wave swept her past her friends towards the Sandy shore. She almost made it, but at the last moment she flipped and tumbled in the water.

“Fuck!” Charlie ran over to y/n’s side. She laid on the sand, coughing lightly as she sat up. There was a track of sand down her side, and the boogie board kept bumping into her rudely. “Are you Alright? I’m really sorry.”

“How do I take this thing off?” y/n sat up, pulling at the velcro around her arm. Charlie removed it for her, tossing the board aside. He extended his hand, helping pull her up from the ground. y/n dusted the sand from her legs, and looked up watch Charlie whip his head away with a furious blush covering his cheeks.

“I— Just unwrap the- the thing. The- that.” y/n did as instructed, and handed the boogie board over to Charlie. She watched him take the two boards back over to their beach setup. She followed him, going to sit in her beach chair and wrap a towel around herself. Charlie took a glance at her, the same red returning to his face, then walked very quickly to where some of the other boys were still in the water.

“You two good?” Cooper took a slow sip from a canned soda, glancing between Charlie and y/n.

“Yep.” She felt herself sink lower into the seat. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well- I just-“ she closed her eyes and took a breath. “I bought this stupid bathing suit cause I wanted to feel good about it and about myself and he can’t even look at me in it. I just feel stupid and ugly.”

“Woah woah. y/n there’s no way you’re ugly, period. And there’s no way Charlie thinks you’re ugly.”

“You’re just saying that cause I’m here.”

“I’m saying cause I’m your friend and Charlie thinks you’re fuckin smokin.”

y/n sat up and looked at copper again. “What?”

“Sorry. Let me re-phrase. Charlie thinks-“ Cooper paused, holding his soda in one hand. “I-uh. I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t say anything!”

“Yes you did!” y/n stared at Cooper in confusion. He tried to get up and run, but stumbled in the sand and slammed into one of the coolers. He rolled over in the sand, groaning. y/n got out of her chair And knelt down next to him. “Tell me know?”

“He- ugh. He think you’re hot idiot.” Cooper rolled over, flopping his arms outwards and closing his eyes. “That fuckin hurt.”

y/n opened the cooler Cooper had fallen on. She took a handful of ice out and laid it on the spot on Cooper’s abdomen that had hit the cooler. She pressed it closer with the towel she’d been wearing moments before. “Tell me more!”

“No! I’m not doing this for the two of you.”

“The two of us?” y/n withdrew her hand slightly, feeling her face grow warm. “You’re not-“

“Shut up. You’re both so into each tower it’s gross.” Cooper looked back towards the shore line and gave an evil grin. “Speak of the devil.”

y/n paused. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone walking up the the chairs and towels that she had no doubt was Charlie. Cooper started standing, leaving her sitting in the sand.

“Hey you good? We saw you fall?”

“Yeah.” Cooper patted Charlie on the shoulder. “By the way, you tow should talk.”

y/n whipped her head away from Charlie, anger and embarrassment bubbling from within her. Charlie was none the wiser. “Uh, about what Cooper?”

Cooper pushed off of Charlie, walking back towards the water. “Tell her what you think man. I’m tired.”

Charlie watched Cooper walk into the water, then turned back to y/n with a furious blush. “I- uh. I like the suit. The dinosaurs. You look great- the dinosaurs. You look great in the suit with the dinosaurs. I mean you look great anyways I just- dinosaurs!”

“Thanks.” y/n sat up a bit straighter.

“So,” Charlie sat cross-legged on a blanket in the sand. “What were you two talking about?”

“I told Cooper I felt ugly and then he said that you said I was smokin.”

“You’re not-! I didn’t say that.”

“Come on Charlie, am I ugly or smokin?”

Charlie paused, frowning. “Joking doesn’t make it go away.”

“I know. It’s just easier. It’s okay it’s just weird to talk about.” She laid back onto the blanket, letting her arms rest above her head. “I like the bathing suit I just don’t like me in it.”

“I understand.” Charlie built small piles of sand at his feet. “I know I can’t change much but for what it’s worth I think you’re pretty.”

She turned her head, looking at him confusedly. “You do?”

“Well- I-“ He pursed his lips, thinking. “I would use the word gorgeous instead.”

“Oh.” y/n looked away from Charlie, trying to hide their flustered expression.

“Oh wait did I say the wrong thing?” Charlie started fiddling with his hands, not sure what to do. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable it’s just- fuck you’re so pretty and I really like you and god you look fucking great but you’re also really funny and smart and sweet and I like you so much but I’m really sorry-“

“Charlie.” y/n placed a hand on his arm, now sitting in the sand next to him. “You never made me uncomfortable.”

“Oh thank god. I never wanted to-“

“I like you to.”

Charlie froze, taking in what y/n said as a blush crept up his neck to his cheeks. He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “No way! Wait no way. Really?” y/n nodded and he laughed again, leaning over to place his hands on the side of her face and rest his forehead against hers. “Holy shit! Like actually holy shit!”

y/n laughed, quickly kissing Charlie’s nose. “Come on nerd let’s get back in the water.”

“Yeah! Yes.” Charlie scrambled upright, pulling a giggling y/n up with him. “Here watch this.” Charlie, in one fluid motion, swept y/n off her feet and began carrying her bridal style. He walked with her in his arms all the way to the water, where he fell into the water with her. They both came up for air, y/n laughing the whole time. “Better?”

“Much better.” y/n kissed him again, putting her arms over his shoulders to hold him close.

“Hey! You two.” Cooper splashed water at y/n and Charlie. “You done?”

The two paused, looking back to each other, then swam towards their group of friends, starting a splash free-for-all.

[ratmonky]

Inorganic Human

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: noncon, guided & forced masturbation, home invasion, stalking

AO3 Link

Another fic I wrote for my besto frendo @anti-interesting​ who finally watched the show after me talking about it for hours lol

You were tucked under your sheets with your laptop on your bed and catching up with your favorite show when the screen abruptly turned black.

“Ahh,” you groaned audibly, having to move from your cozy position took too much effort and it was way too annoying if you had to be honest.

As you were about to press the power button to see if you had accidentally turned your laptop off like the many other times you had in the past, the screen flashed white before returning to normal.

“Can you hear me?”

You stared blankly at the screen. It wasn’t your show that was playing. It was your classmate from school. Had you opened your social media account by accident?

With a small scoff, you tried clicking away from the video. However, your laptop must have frozen because you couldn’t turn it off no matter what.

“Can you hear me?” he asked again, looking right at you.

Chills went down your spine and you looked around you as if someone else was in the room. The feeling of discomfort was settling in, enough to make you feel self-conscious and pull up the sheets to cover yourself.

It was getting creepy, he was still staring at you.

Reaching your hand forward, you pressed the power button to turn off the laptop and somehow it didn’t turn off.

“(name), I asked if you could hear me.”

Your muscles tensed, you pulled the sheets further up to cover your chest. “Shishigami? Um, i-is this a video call?”

He hummed softly. “I guess so.”

How could it be a call when you had never given him your email or phone number?

It was silent for a moment. You were trying to come up with a polite way to tell him to leave the call since you couldn’t end it yourself but he spoke again.

“You’re coming to school tomorrow, right?”

Dumbfounded, you nodded slowly.

After that, he smiled softly and the screen flickered a couple of times until your show continued playing again.

~~~~

As if last night hadn’t happened, Hiro was on the other side of the classroom talking to his friend, Ando.

He hadn’t even spared you a passing glance the whole day. You started to believe you dreamed of the entire thing.

Yeah, that had to be it.

~~~

At home, you put a tape over your laptop camera in case a glitch like that happened again and turned it on. Letting your show play in the background, you took off your clothes to get in your pajamas.

“Could you please not touch him so casually, you homewreckers?!” The annoying main character was exaggerating his reactions and it made you giggle. While you were taking off your bra, he continued his banter. “Megumi has violin classes with-”

The audio stopped suddenly and you turned around to check if your internet was messing up again but you found yourself looking at Hiro.

You covered your bare chest with a shirt you were just about to put on and gasped sharply. Wait, he couldn’t see you, you had put that tape on your camera and-

“Sorry for the bad timing. I’ll return after you’ve dressed up.”

With that, he was gone. Your show was back on the screen but you were too terrified and confused to be able to laugh at the funny reveal at the end.

You walked up to your laptop with shaking limbs and slammed your laptop closed.

~~~

The next time you opened your laptop was in the morning, you checked from the camera app if you could see anything through the tape but no, it was pitch black.

Then… how?

Were you imagining all of this?

You had to be only tired or maybe the university entrance exams were starting to get to you. The stress could have been causing you to imagine stupid stuff like these. Right?

~~~

“Hey,” you said to get his attention for the third time but he still had his face pressed against his desk.

He wasn’t asleep, you knew that.

“Ando.” You put your hand on his shoulder and he finally lifted his head from the desk to stare at you.

He looked around himself as if to see if you were actually talking to him.

“Could we talk for a second?” you asked, hoping that you could take him somewhere else before Hiro returned to the classroom.

“Um, yeah, sure, why not?” He blushed, looking around the classroom one last time to see if this was a prank before following you out.

You took him up to the roof.

“W-what did you wanna talk about?” Ando nervously asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

Maybe this was a bad idea. You were being accusatory and this guy had nothing to do with any of this. He didn’t need to be caught up in between with whatever was going on.

“Do you know if Shishigami is messing with me?”

“Huh?” He looked confused, he scratched his cheek and gave himself a moment to think. “I… I don’t think so… Hiro’s not the type to prank others... I mean, what made you think that he was messing with you?”

“It’s just…” It had to be your imagination, if you spoke about this right now Ando would most likely ask his friend about it too. There was no need to make it a bigger deal than it already was. “Nevermind.”

~~~

You didn’t turn on your computer that night and decided to sleep early. You weren’t going to school tomorrow either because you certainly needed to rest and collect your thoughts. Thankfully your family was away on an overnight trip, meaning that nobody could scold you for skipping school.

It was going to be a restful day for you!

However, as soon as you put your head on the pillow, your phone’s screen on the nightstand lit up. Weird, you had your phone on ‘do not disturb’ all the time, it didn’t show any notifications unless you picked it up.

Too tired to check what was up, you turned to the other side to avoid the bright light.

“(name), you never sleep at this hour. Something wrong?”

Your eyes snapped open.

That was Shishigami.

“Pick up the phone.”

You didn’t answer him as your limbs shook uncontrollably in terror. This couldn’t be a nightmare, it felt too real.

“Pick up the phone or I’ll have to come to your house.”

Cold sweat trickled down your back but you still couldn’t move. Your entire body had turned to stone. He didn’t know where you live, right? Even if he did, you weren’t going to open the door.

Wait, wait, wait…

This all was a prank.

The muscles on your limbs eased and your shoulders relaxed. He was pranking you! Haha, yeah this was a prank. But then how was he able to talk to you without you having to answer his call?

“See you,” he sighed and a static sound filled your ears.

You jolted up from your bed to check your phone. The screen was normal. Okay, calm down. This was a prank, he wouldn’t come to your house.

The sound of knocking filled your room. Your shoulders tensed again and you turned your head towards the bedroom door. That… knocking wasn’t coming from your apartment door.

Knock.

Your blood ran cold as you glanced over your shoulder and found yourself staring at a shadow behind the curtains, he was standing on your balcony. He was trying to look inside through the curtains, moving around to find a crack that could help him see who was inside.

H-how did he get there? You lived high up from the ground, there was no way he climbed up there… More importantly, how did he know where you lived?

He couldn’t come in. He can’t come in. The door is locked, he can’t come in.

The door was locked. You knew that yet the fear had settled in. You were being invaded, it already felt like he was inside.

You turned around your heels to face the balcony as you stepped back towards your bedroom door. The balcony door was locked so there was no way he could get in and all you needed to do was stay back-

The balcony door unlocked itself.

Your mouth popped open in shock and you gasped sharply.

Hiro pulled the curtains away as he stepped a foot inside your room. He stared at you with a blank stare, “Ah, so you were awake! Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

You couldn’t move, fear had paralyzed you.

Why are you here?

How did you get inside?

Get out!

Your mouth wouldn’t move either but your teeth still chattered. This didn’t feel like a prank anymore.

“Why don’t you sit down,” he said, turning on the lamp on your nightstand and gesturing towards your bed. His other hand was pointing at you with his forefinger and his thumb was extended out. “Don’t yell, scream or cry. This is a real gun.”

Prank.

It was a prank.

You desperately wanted to believe it.

“Bang!” he yelled, his hand recoiled like a gun. Immediately, you felt a rush of wind right beside your ear and when you looked behind you, there was a hole in your bedroom door.

Did he really do that with his… finger?

You were confused, in disbelief.

“W-what do you w-want?” Your teeth were still chattering, you put your tongue in between them to stop it but the action only resulted in you biting your tongue.

“I just need your help.” He gestured towards your bed once again. “Sit down.”

This time, you forced yourself to move.

As soon as you sat on your bed, Hiro pulled the chair you had beside your desk and placed it in front of you. He gracefully sat down, still pointing his finger gun at you. “I’m not a human anymore.”

You didn’t say anything.

He sighed and a click sound filled your ears.

His head popped open like a flower. All you could see was metal, it was a machine. A robot. This thing wasn’t your classmate. You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep your voice down and finally started to realize the horror of the situation.

The open metal pieces closed up seamlessly to form Hiro’s face once again.

It was silent, you were unsure of how to react or what to say. You weren’t even sure if you were going to live.

“What makes humans human?” Hiro asked, pointing his finger up to your head. He was expecting an answer.

“I don’t know.”

“Feelings of guilt,” he said, his face was inanimate. “Only humans feel remorse and empathy. When you kill something you must feel some sort of guilt. That’s what makes you a human. Most humans cannot take a life without feeling guilty.”

Ah, you started to get the picture.

“Are you going to kill me?” The question you never thought you would ask anyone at any point in your life left your lips and you felt tears streaming down your face.

His lips slowly curled up to a smile. “I already tried killing others, it didn’t work.”

Your chest clenched abruptly at the revelation. “T-then why?”

“There’s one another feeling only humans can feel.” He reached towards your face and wiped your tears, humming softly. “It’s lust. Animals choose partners by instinct, humans choose theirs by attraction.”

“I don’t understand,” you sobbed. “Why me?”

Hiro slowly carded his fingers through your hair, petting you like you were a scared animal he was trying to calm down. “I always thought you were pretty. I used to jerk off to your pictures on your account every day.  I wanna see if I still feel the same way in this body.”

You didn’t get to react to his sickening words as he pressed his forefinger on your breast, still in a finger gun position. He smiled while moving his finger on the supple flesh. He then placed the rest of his fingers on your breast to grope it fully. “I kinda feel it.”

Speechless, you only stared at him as he sat back, prying his hands off of you reluctantly.

“I need you to take off your shirt for me.”

When you didn’t move, he lifted his hand back up, threatening to shoot you.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt with shaking hands, you pulled it over your chest and above your head before putting it on your lap. You clutched on the shirt and stared at your hands. Tears blurred your vision.

“I’m feeling it a little bit right now,” he said, voice filled with faint joy.

A moment passed before he spoke again.

“Take off everything.”

You let out a choked sob and shook your head.

“You don’t need to die, (name). All I’m asking for is your help.” He was looking at you with a sinister expression on his face, his finger pointed right between your brows, it didn’t even waver.

You didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not when you were half-naked like this and in your room.

With a rapid nod, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them down, lifting your hips from the bed to slide the pants down your thighs.

He watched you intently, without blinking once.

“Spread your legs.”

Complying his order, you spread your legs involuntarily. A blush tinted your cheeks from embarrassment.

Hiro hummed in delight, drinking up your naked form.

“Can you put a finger inside?”

You had to remind yourself that you were only doing this because you didn’t want to die.

Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to insert two fingers inside of your pussy. A whimper left your lips when you saw the way he was watching you.

“Move them.”

The shame you felt as you pulled your fingers out to push them back in was indescribable. His eyes were focused on your pussy and your digits.

“It’s happening,” he whispered to himself in disbelief.  “I feel alive.”

Whether it be your crush watching you masturbate so carefully or the unsettling threat of being in the claws of death, your walls were pulsating around your fingers, begging to be filled and stretched. You needed something bigger but you bit your lip, holding back your filthy thoughts before your mind could wander off. Instead, you dipped one more finger inside your cunt to satisfy yourself.

Yet, your eyes were on Hiro as you were fingering yourself.

“I’m still human,” he said, eyes softening in relief. He smiled, the soft expression on his face made your walls clench around your digits. “Thank you, (name).”

Lust filled all of your senses at the way he said it.

The pads of your fingers rubbed on your sensitive spot inside of you as you brought your other hand up too. Using your free hand, you drew tight circles over your sensitive nub.

Hiro put his hand down and leaned forward on the chair to watch you closely.

Your fingers started moving in and out hastily when you realized he was giving you all of his attention. The sloppy sounds of your juices gushing out from your pussy with each thrust of your digits filled your room.

He opened his mouth to say something but he was too hypnotized by the way your hips were moving towards your fingers. You were grinding your pussy against your own fingers like some animal in heat.

Humans could reproduce.

Hiro knew he could never reproduce in this body. Not anymore. Many humans couldn’t reproduce, it didn’t mean he wasn’t any less human. He knew that but he couldn’t stop his hand from reaching to grab your wrist.

He stopped you from moving your fingers any longer, he pulled them out, and before you could whine at the emptiness, he inserted his own digits inside.

“H-Hiro.” Gasping, you looked at him with needy eyes, begging him to move.

Hiro pressed his lips together and scissored his fingers in and out of you experimentally. You moaned, throwing your head back shamelessly. The reaction he got from you was enough to encourage him to add another digit and started to fingerfuck you.

Your hips bucked wildly against his hand, you were already close, and having Hiro’s long fingers inside you was too much. They could reach so much deeper than your own fingers and hit the sweetest spots you could only wish you could with your own digits.

So, this was what made humans human. The attraction and lust towards one another. The feeling of guilt had never sprouted in Hiro, not even once. Not even when he was a child. Perhaps, that was the reason why he felt so much more alive than he ever did in his life.

His mind was going crazy, the consciousness he had was getting fuzzy as he used the entire strength of his arm to fingerfuck you.

Your walls pulsated around his digits, clamping on them and sucking him in deeper.

Oh, so needy.

Hiro leaned further down to close the distance between his face and crotch. Your legs shook in anticipation until he lolled out his tongue to take an inexperienced lick against your cunt.

It made you moan audibly.

Wanting to hear your cute moans again, Hiro continued lapping at your pussy and moving his fingers inside of you. Your juices he managed to slurp were… sweet. He could taste them, unlike any other things he had tried eating and drinking, he could actually taste your nectar. You tasted like candy to him and oh, you had no idea how much he had missed the delicious aroma of candy.

While he was slurping your juices, you were clutching on your bedsheets and your toes were curling in pleasure. You arched your back before placing your hands on his head, fingers carding through his silky hair.

Soon enough you were on the edge, the white pleasure building in your gut was spreading all over your body. Legs shaking violently, you pulled Hiro’s hair and moaned as the euphoria washed over you before your body went completely limp on your bed.

Hiro stood above you as you were trying to catch your breath on the mattress, he marveled at the sight of your afterglow.

He was breathing hard, inhaling as if he actually needed the air to survive. Was this excitement? Satisfaction? Salvation?

He was feeling overwhelmed with feelings of passion. He desperately wanted to see you like that again.

Oh.

That was it.

At that moment, he felt more alive than he ever did before. He knew he was alive.

[justmypartner]

Safe - 8x14 Speculation Fic

Writer’s Note: The idea for this came from the 8x14 synopsis, and while it technically still is a speculation fic, I don’t imagine the episode happening exactly like this. However, I did use what I’ve seen from bts photos and videos, as well as things Tracy has said in interviews to develop some of the scenes/details. This is probably my favorite piece that I’ve written in a while, so I hope you enjoy & thank you for reading!

Hailey rustled through her closet looking for her black wedged boots, trying her best to hurry as she knew Jay was waiting for her in the kitchen. She wasn’t much of a boot with a heel kind of girl, but she and Jay had special plans and she wanted to look nicer than usual. While they had been together for months, that night was the first time they were going on a proper date. They each decided at the beginning of their relationship that with both of their histories, they wanted to keep things simple and to themselves, which meant a lot of take-out and a lot of nights alone in their apartments. However, after Hailey mentioned something in passing about their clandestine time together starting to feel restrictive, Jay made plans at a fancy restaurant where he knew they wouldn’t run into any of their fellow team members.

“I don’t mean to rush you, but our reservation is in 45 minutes and it will take us about 30 to get there,” Jay said softly, peeking his head around the door frame.

“I know, I know. I’m trying to- finally!” she shouted upon finding the boots in the corner of her closet. She brought a knee into her chest as she pulled a boot onto her foot before switching to the other leg and doing the same.

“Okay, I just need to get my phone and wallet and then I’ll be-“ her words were cut short as she caught sight of him for the first time that evening. He was wearing a dress shirt with a light jacket, and his dark jeans curled over the top of a pair of black dress boots. It was much different from his typical, rugged workwear, but she took note of how well the look suited him.

“Wow you clean up nice, Halstead,” she told him with a dimpled smile as he blushed, extending a hand down to help her rise from the floor. Once she was standing, the small space between them closed quickly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his briefly. While the heels added extra height, she still needed to raise on her tiptoes to meet his mouth.

“Not too bad yourself, Detective,” he uttered as her lips pulled away. His hands grasped her waist, holding her steady as she remained on her toes. They stayed pressed against one another for a moment looking into each other’s eyes, and just when he was about to go in for another kiss, she fell on her heels and pressed the tips of her fingers against his chest.

“Normally, I would indulge in this further, but we’re going to miss our reservation and I’m starving,” she teased, moving past him to retrieve her phone, keys, and wallet, along with her jacket slung over the back of the couch.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Hailey was charmed by how nice it was. It was far different from the usual dive bars and pubs they went to after work, and part of her even felt like it was too nice for them to be at.

“Halstead, party of 2,” he told the hostess, holding up 2 fingers with the hand that wasn’t intertwined with Hailey’s.

A stifled smile came across her face and she nodded her head towards the floor as they waited for someone to guide them to their table. It seemed surreal to be standing in the middle of a fancy restaurant with him, holding his hand and waiting to be seated for a romantic dinner. She couldn’t tell if it was because of how long she secretly pined over him or if it was because being with Jay felt like her first real love story, but there were many moments when being with him felt like some fantasy, and that moment was one of them. At one point in time, being with him was something she only dreamt about. It was a thought that crossed her mind when his gaze lingered a little longer than it should or when an accidental touch sent her heart racing. Before they took that leap, she worried being with him would mean giving up being his partner. It was that fear that made her keep her feelings bottled up for so long, but as they proved time and time again, as partners, as lovers, and as both - they were good together. She turned her head and placed a light kiss on his shoulder. It was a tangible reminder that he was hers to kiss, but it also grounded her in that moment that felt like just another dream.

The dinner itself was incredible. Hailey officially added the restaurant to her list of favorite food spots in Chicago, and they spent the entire meal giggling and sharing stories they had never shared before. By the end of it, Jay was stuffed, but Hailey insisted they order a dessert, her sweet tooth getting the best of her. Jay teased her for ordering the lava cake, the most indulgent option on the menu, but she was able to tease him right back when he asked the waiter for a second spoon when it was brought to the table.

Just as Jay was about to pay the check, his phone began to ring, Voight’s name popping up across the screen as he pulled out his wallet.

“Uh oh,” Hailey said as he picked it up to answer. Jay spoke with their boss briefly, mainly nodding his head and muttering brief affirmations every few seconds.

“I think she’s out tonight, but I can call her and swing by to pick her up wherever she is,” Jay said, shooting Hailey a wide-eyed look as he quickly came up with an excuse as to why they’d be riding in together all dressed up.

“Alright hot stuff, as much as I’d like to keep this night going, it seems we caught a case,” he told her, as he stood from his chair. He took out his wallet, counting out enough money to cover the check and tip before resting the bills under his glass on the table.

“At least we made it through dessert,” she said, sending him a childlike smile.

“Oh, that was dessert? I had something else in mind for that,” he replied smugly, Hailey’s face turning bright red at his suggestive words.

“Oh really?” She questioned, taking a step towards him to close the gap between them. “You’d better clean up that mind before we get to the scene,” she whispered with a chuckle, twirling around swiftly and making her way towards the door as he shook his head at her tease. His hand found the small of her back as they made their way out the door, and he placed a kiss against her temple, knowing it would probably be the last display of affection he could show before they had to enter partner mode.

When they arrived at the house, Kevin and Voight were outside talking to a few patrol officers. Hailey’s mood had changed drastically upon arriving at the scene. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt uneasy as she jumped out of the truck and secured her badge and gun to her hip.

As they approached, Kevin pursed his lips together and let out a two-tone whistle as he caught sight of Hailey.

“Damn girl, sorry to pull you away from whatever had you all cleaned up,” he told her, cocking his head to the side as she shook her head at him with a smirk. Her eyes caught sight of Voight’s as they darted between her and Jay and she became nervous, imagining that he was putting two and two together. She decided to change the subject quickly before any further comments could ensue.

“Oh, shut up,” she told him. “What do we got?” She asked, spinning her head around the scene and taking in the myriad of patrol cars.

“I think it’s something you have to unfortunately see for yourself. I do have to say, you might want to brace yourself for this one,” he said, turning to lead them inside. Jay and Hailey met eyes, sharing a look of concern before turning and following Kevin and Voight inside.

Walking through the front door, they collectively grimaced at the overwhelming smell of blood that tinged their noses. They hesitantly made their way deeper into the house and Hailey’s heart dropped when she caught sight of a family of four, a couple and their two kids, all tied up and shot dead on the living room floor. That uneasy feeling from before suddenly made sense. She clenched her jaw, groaning at the sight as she looked away, recognizing the same unsettled look in the face of each of her fellow officers.

“What the hell happened here?” Jay asked, looking over at Kevin for the answer.

“This is the second home invasion robbery in this neighborhood this week. Robbery-homicide has been working these guys since the first one, but so far they’ve come up with no leads. Whoever these guys are, they’re professionals. It’s a two-man crew, they come in through the back, dressed head to toe in dark attire, get what they need, kill the family, and get out. They’re in and out in less than 10 minutes and they’ve got a getaway driver who knows how to avoid traffic cameras. Robbery-homicide tells me these guys killed a family of three earlier this week, and that the dad had bruises on his body in addition to the gunshot wound that killed him. Now, what’s interesting is in this case, the mom is the one with these bruises. These families were definitely targeted, we’re just not sure how or why,” he explained causing them each to frown.

While Kevin explained the case, Hailey fell silent as the details brought her back to a string of cases she had worked during her time in robbery-homicide. She spent weeks chasing after a crew targeting families who had shopped at a high-end jewelry store, only that connection was missed for the first half of the investigation. By the time she and her team had finally caught on to why the families were being targeted, four families had already been killed, five kids below the age of ten among the victims. Hailey beat herself up for months knowing if they had caught onto the pattern sooner, they could have saved more of the families - more of the kids. This case sounded eerily similar, and she was bound to not let history repeat itself.  

“How’d we catch this if robbery-homicide was on it?” Jay asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as his gaze intentionally avoided the gruesome scene before them.

“Miller assigned it to us. She wanted a fresh pair of eyes. She’s getting a lot of heat from the press about there being no leads, especially since this is a high-end neighborhood. Plus, these guys have already killed three tender-aged kids. I want the animals on a stick,” Voight replied straightly.

“Do we know what they’re after?” Hailey asked, her brain already working to establish a connection.  

“No, and that’s what’s given our robbery-homicide guys so much trouble. The only connection is that both families have had pretty high-tech safes somewhere in the house. Last house it was in a bedroom closet, but this one was in the basement. It seems like these guys make their way in, beat the location and combo of the safe out of one of the parents, get what they need, and off the entire family before hauling ass out,” Kevin told them.

“Well, I’ve worked cases like this one before. If we’re going to get anywhere, we need to figure out what it was they wanted and how they knew about it. We’re on a time crunch now, because it’s only a matter of time before these guys strike again,” she said, turning and leaving the house without waiting for any of their responses.

After leaving the scene, they all made their way back to the district to go over the files robbery-homicide had sent over. They browsed over the files for a couple of hours before Voight sent them home, needing them to rest up and refresh before they dove completely into the case the next day. The familiarity of the case was itching at Hailey, but as much as she wanted to see something that everyone else was missing, she came up short in every place she looked.

The next morning, she and Jay got coffee together. She had been quiet since they caught the case. Jay picked up on her shift in mood that occurred from the restaurant to the scene, but he left it alone to give her the space she seemed to need. He eventually built up the nerve to ask what was wrong. She told him about her old case and how much it meant to catch the guys and quickly. He agreed, admitting to her how much seeing those dead kids struck a nerve. He reassured her they would catch them one way or another. As they walked out of the coffee shop, a call came over the radio:

Units over the city-wide, we got calls of a home invasion. 1433 N State Street

“Gold Coast, that’s the same neighborhood as the other home invasions, you think that’s our guys?” Jay asked looking over at Hailey as he held the radio up.

“Could be, let’s roll on it,” she told him, rushing towards his truck as he followed, telling dispatch they were taking the call.

They rolled up to the scene, carefully clearing the house together, but they arrived too late, and the offenders were gone. They found the couple who lived there in the same position as the last two families, only they still had a pulse. Hailey tried asking them what the offenders were after, but all she got were incoherent mutterings from each victim. They both died before ambulances could arrive, but just the same as the other cases, only the husband had signs of bruising in addition to the gunshot wound, and a safe was found in the back of a linen closet. While crime techs combed the house, Hailey made her way out to the back garden, finding a hose to rinse the victim’s blood from her hands. Her hands were shaking so much, she couldn’t quite scrub enough to get them clean. Jay caught sight of her through the window and wade his way out to her, grabbing her hands in his to steady them. She looked up at him as he nodded his head, taking the hose and helping her scrub her hands clean. Once they were clear, he held her hands in his for a minute longer, quickly releasing them when someone cleared their throat behind them. When they turned around Voight was standing there, his hands deep in his pockets, eyeing the two of them as they took a step back from one another. If he didn’t know about them before, he definitely did then.

“You get anything new on these guys?” He asked, a knowing look plastered across his face.

“No, Sarge. They were gone by the time we pulled up,” Jay told him, dropping the hose to the ground.

“Well, get back to it. We’ve wasted enough time as it is, we’ve got to catch these guys,” he said bluntly, turning and making his way back into the house. The two of them stayed there frozen, shaking their heads at how careless they had been to let him walk up on them like that.

Back at the district, they scrubbed the lives of all of the victims, still coming up with no connection between any of them. Nighttime arrived once again with no leads and no suspects, so they decided to call it and head home. That night, Hailey laid awake, tossing and turning for hours. She tried every method she knew to fight off the insomnia that had kept her restless, but nothing was able to lull her into a slumber. It was the case that was keeping her up, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling while a million theories circulated through her mind. Something about it just didn’t make sense, and she couldn’t shake the idea that they had been missing an obvious connection. The faces of the couple she tried to save earlier that day remained at the forefront of her mind, and after a while of fighting off the urge to get out of bed and chase that gut feeling, she finally slipped out from the grasp of Jay’s limp arm, carefully retreating from the bed as to not wake him. She made her way over to her closet, pulling on a pair of jeans and slipping a sweatshirt over her head before grabbing her badge and gun from the nightstand and sliding her phone into her back pocket. She made her way to her office, retrieving a sticky note and pen to write Jay a message letting him know where she was going.

Couldn’t sleep. Gone back to the district, needed to go over the case again. ♡

She tiptoed back into the bedroom and placed the note on her pillow where she knew he’d see if he happened to wake up. She grabbed her coat and opened the front door, slowly guiding it closed on her way out, still trying her best to be as quiet as possible. She wasn’t sure what she would be looking for when she arrived at the district, but she had hoped that studying it alone and in the quietness of the empty bullpen would provide her with a new perspective. She made herself a cup of coffee before walking over to her desk and opening up every file they had on the case. She paced the floor of the empty space, flipping through files and studying photos until she was sure there was nothing to see. Finally, she hoisted herself onto the top of her desk, pulling her knees into her chest and eyeing the board for something they may have been missing. Suddenly, she heard the beeping of the keypad and the clanging of the door opening and closing downstairs. She checked her phone to see the time. It was 4 am, and she couldn’t imagine who else would be up that early. She did a double-take as Jay made his way around the corner, a look of exhaustion on his face as he sent her a lazy smile.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him, unclasping her hands from around her knees and pulling herself to the edge of the desk.

“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing,” he said with a smirk, pulling his jacket from his shoulders and resting it on the back of her desk chair.

“I couldn’t sleep. Something about this case was keeping me up, so I figured instead of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for hours I would try and make myself useful. You didn’t have to come check on me. I’m fine,” she told him, the corners of her lips curling up into a reassuring smile as he came to stand over her.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep once I realized you were gone,” he told her softly with a slight pout before turning to lean on the desk beside her. “So, what have you figured out?” He asked, his attention turning to the board before them. She sighed, crossing her arms and staring at the crime scene photos as he waited for her response.

“I don’t know. I mean these families have no connections. The kids all go to different schools, they all work at completely different places, they don’t even shop at the same stores, I can’t seem to figure out where their lives intersect, so I just don’t understand why they’re being targeted,” she ran down, looking over at Jay whose eyes surveyed the information on the board.

“Maybe it’s about more than just the robbery. I mean they’re taking time to kill every member of the family, including the kids. Unless these guys are just straight-up psychopaths, it sounds like whatever is going on could be personal,” Jay suggested, looking over at his partner whose eyes were transfixed on one particular photo on the case board. His words sparked something in her, and she caught sight of the words Resurgence Tech written in bold font on a magnet on the refrigerator from the second crime scene. She knew the name was familiar, but she couldn’t remember how.

She pulled out the files from each of the cases and found what she was looking for. An email address registered in the husband’s name from the first robbery ending in resurgencetech.co. Looking at the other files, she was able to establish a connection between all of them leading back to a company previously known as Resurgence Tech. As she and Jay investigated through the night, they were able to figure out what was being stolen and why it was worth killing over. Resurgence Tech was a company co-founded by four individuals, Ryan Ethers, victim of the first robbery, Scarlett Jameson, victim of the second, Max Lin, victim from the third, and Lianne Meadows, who lived in a house in the Gold Coast District close to the previous victims. Five years prior, Resurgence Tech created a breakthrough idea for a high-tech medical device that had the potential to significantly change the practice of medicine. However, after hours of gathering information and records, the two detectives found out that the design was actually stolen from two brothers who had developed the original idea for a project they were working on in college. Resurgence used their power and influence to discredit the claims of the brothers, blacklisting them from the entire industry, and eventually pulling the design before it could ever meet the market. Not long after, Resurgence shut down for good, liquidating its assets and washing its hands of its shady actions for good. Digging deeper into the four co-founders of Resurgence and knowing more about where to look, Hailey and Jay were able to find email exchanges between them all discussing what to do with the patent plans for the stolen design in case there ever came a time to reintroduce the tech to the market. The strategy was to split the plans between the four of them, each keeping a piece locked up on a thumb drive hidden in a safe.

As soon as the sun rose that morning, Hailey called Voight and the rest of the team to come in. She explained the connection and identified the brothers as suspects, describing how the robberies must have been to obtain the thumb drives and get vengeance for the way Resurgence screwed them over. The situation had a significant impact on the brothers’ lives, leading them to turn to a life of crime, describing how they got connected with an armed robbery crew, and began pulling jobs across the city before getting caught only a year after Resurgence blacklisted them from the tech industry. They were released early due to overcrowding and good behavior, so they got out, hacked into the emails of the individuals that ruined their lives, and found out the design was out there, still viable to be profited from. Running on anger and revenge and using the skills they developed in their time with the robbery crew, they sought to take back what was theirs. They were operating under the theory that the two brothers were committing the crimes, and a guy that used to run with them in their old robbery crew was taking on the role as the getaway driver.

“Well, let’s go scoop ‘em up,” Voight said upon hearing the rundown of the case.

“Sarge, as much as I want to bring these guys in, we don’t have any evidence on them. There’s been no DNA, no prints, no witnesses tying these guys to these cases. There’s no way they’re going to talk, and if we bring them in, they’re just going to get released even if we keep them for the full 48 hours. By then they’ll have already made plans to run,” Jay said.

“These guys have killed nine people, three of those people being little kids. If we don’t act now, they’re going to strike again and that’s going to be blood on our hands. We bring them in, and we make them talk. I don’t care if we have to threaten them, or if we get ‘em to flip on each other. Either way, we’re not just going to sit around and wait for something to happen on this one. Not when we’ve got a pile of bodies growing the longer we sit here with our thumbs up our asses. So, Hailey, Jay, I want you two going to pick these guys up,” Voight bit back, a distinct annoyance in his voice. He had been on edge throughout the entirety of the case, but his temper seemed to have only increased after walking up on Jay and Hailey at the scene a day prior.

As much as Hailey wanted to side with Voight, she knew Jay was right. Bringing them in with no evidence and no witnesses placing them at any of the scenes would only guarantee them getting to walk, something she was determined to not let happen.

“Sarge, we can’t,” she muttered, swallowing what felt like a rock in her throat as his face fell with bitter surprise.

“What?” He challenged, his head dropping down as he cut his eyes at her.

“Jay is right. We can’t just jump on these guys with no evidence or else we risk losing them for good. I know you want to get these guys quick, but there’s got to be a better play,” she replied, taking note of the uncomfortable looks expressed by the other Intelligence members who quietly observed the interaction from the other side of the room. She watched as he pulled the inside of his cheek between his teeth.

“Remind me, who’s the sergeant of this unit?” The question carried a great deal of weight, and everyone in the room fell silent as his eyes travelled between each of the five intelligence members. “You don’t have to agree with what I say, but there’s a chain of command here and I expect you to listen to me. Now, unless there’s another sergeant in this unit I’m unaware of, I’m in charge. So, I’m only going to say this one last time. Jay, Hailey, go pick these guys up. I have to go update Miller on what’s going on. Those guys better be sitting in interrogation when I get back. End of,” he roared, making his way past the officers who remained frozen in place.

While Adam, Kevin, and Kim went back to work, Hailey grabbed her jacket, heading down the hallway out to the parking lot to follow the sergeant’s orders.

“Hailey, wait,” Jay called after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the observation room where he knew the others wouldn’t be able to hear them.

“What?” She questioned, a look of concern on her face as he silently thought through his words.

“I think I have another play,” he told her.

“Jay, he seemed- “she began before he cut her off.

“No, I know, but you know I’m right. We bring these guys in now and these families will never get the justice they deserve. We know there’s only one family left on their list, Lianne Meadows. The only move we have left is to catch these guys in the act. I say we sit on her house and wait for the robbery to go down, snatch them up, and then we have the guns tying them to the other cases and we have leverage to get them to flip if we need to,” Jay told her, the look in his eyes pleading with her to agree.

She knew Jay was right, but she also knew what going against Voight’s orders would mean. By that point, it was safe to assume he knew about their relationship. She knew that alone would be cause for him to assign them to different partners or even to different units. Teaming up and going against him would only increase the chances of him pulling the trigger on that. From the start of the case, she knew she wanted to catch the guys no matter what, but she never imagined it would involve making a decision that could possibly jeopardize her partnership with Jay. Every part of her knew his way was the only option that gave them a chance of making things right, yet she knew there would be a cost to them both going against Voight’s orders.

“You’re right… but let me do it alone,” she told him, causing him to frown at her words.

“What? No, I can’t let you go after these guys by yourself,” he argued, a combination of concern and annoyance in his voice.

“Jay, if we do this together it’s only going to give him reason to split us up. I have a feeling we’re already on his hit list after everything that has happened these past few days, and if he sees that we’re siding with each other… going rogue against his orders? He could reassign us partners, or worse, ship one of us off again. You, this partnership, our relationship, it all means too much to me to risk. If I go alone, only I take the fall, and he doesn’t have reason to use our relationship against us,” Hailey told him, moving a hand to his chest as she spoke.

Pushing him away and crossing that line by herself was the only way she knew how to protect both their relationship and their partnership. With her history of crossing lines, she had hoped it would just seem like another questionable decision she made all on her own, and he wouldn’t have reason to punish both of them by splitting them up.

“Hailey, I’m not just letting you go there without backup,” he finally said, his jaw set tightly as he peered into her eyes.

“I’ll have Trudy assign some patrol guys for backup. That way you and the others don’t take fall back from Voight, but I won’t be going in alone,” she replied, moving the hand from his chest to cup his face. “I’ll be fine,” she told him.

He nodded hesitantly before sliding his fingers down her arm and wrapping his hand around hers.

“Be careful,” he insisted, squeezing her hand lightly.

“Of course,” she nodded back before opening the door and disappearing down the hall.

She sat out front of the house, the patrol officers waiting a street over for her signal. It had been about an hour and she had already dodged two calls from Voight. Her patience was running thin with every minute that passed without a sign of the crew. Then, she spotted a dark van creeping down the street and she slumped down in her seat, trying to avoid being seen. As the van approached the house, two men rolled out of the back door as the van maintained a low speed before stopping down at the end of the street. The second the men made it around the back of the house, Hailey radioed the patrol guys, climbing out of her car and drawing her weapon as she followed the offenders around the back. When the patrol guys caught up, she nodded to one of them, signaling them to open the back door and enter the home. The second they made it through the doorway, they were catching fire. Hailey took cover behind a door frame, keying her radio attached to her vest.

“10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police, 1327 N Dearborn Street. Be advised patrol and plainclothes officers on scene,” she yelled into the radio, securing her free hand back on her gun before motioning the officers to press forward. They made their way into the house, carefully clearing each room as they passed through. When they made it to the front of the house, she caught sight of one of the guys escaping out the front door.

“5021 Henry I’m in foot pursuit of a suspect in an alleyway going west across the street from the original location,” she called out into the radio as she pumped her legs with each step, trying to control her breath as she chased after the suspect. He rounded a corner and she slowed down, holding her gun out to peer around the corner before continuing the pursuit. The next thing she knew, her gun was being kicked out of her hands and she was being thrown against the wall, hitting the side of her head against brick and feeling blood trickle down her face. She brought a knee up into her attacker’s groin, giving her a brief opening to connect an elbow with the side of his head. Falling to the ground, the man grabbed at her ankle, bringing her down with him before grabbing hold of her vest and laying a fist into her jaw. The blow sent her backward, shooting pain into the side of her face. She caught sight of her gun on the ground a few feet away and went to crawl for it, but he grabbed at her leg, drawing her backward toward him as she stretched her fingertips towards the handle. He was stronger than her, and he managed to pull her back enough to regain hold of her vest, winding up to lay another fist into her face. Before he could, she wrapped a leg around his, twirling him over so she was hovering over him. She began laying fist after fist into his masked face until she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, sending her elbow backwards towards the person. It was grabbed instantly, and she wiggled in the grasp before turning around and taking in the familiar green eyes of her partner.

“Hailey, we got him,” he said, holstering his gun and grabbing her by each arm to pull her up from the ground. Kim came from behind him, removing the mask from the offender and rolling him over to place him in cuffs. Meanwhile, Jay wrapped Hailey in his arms, bringing his chin down to her head as they swayed together in an embrace. Her breath was heavy and shaky, and she felt tears pool at the corners of her eyes. She was overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, but his arms wound tightly around her helped steady her breathing.

“It’s okay Hailey, you’re safe. I’ve got you,” he reassured her through a whisper. She took comfort in his words, and despite the pain surging through her head, she buried it deeper into his chest.

Luckily, they had reached the target and her family in time before the offenders could do any harm. Hailey went to Med to get her head checked out. A few stitches and several scans later, she was cleared, making her way back to the district to take whatever repercussions Voight had in store for her. The second she made it up the stairs, everyone’s eyes fell on her and she just flashed them a gentle smile and nod, signaling to them she was okay. Voight came to the doorway of his office, and she didn’t miss a beat heading straight towards him. However, just before she reached the door, his attention shifted over towards Jay at his desk.

“You too, Jay,” was all the sergeant said before turning and moving back into his office. Jay stood, making his way over and closing the door behind him before coming to stand beside Hailey across from the Voight’s desk. He looked over at them silently for a moment, Hailey setting her jaw tightly as she braced for whatever was to come.

“Are we just making a habit out of disobeying me and questioning my orders? Is that what we’re doing now?” He asked them. They remained silent. “Because if that’s what we’re doing and you’ve got a problem with how I run things, there’s the door. You can get out right now,” he told them sternly.

“Sarge, we needed to get those guys. Catching them in the act was the only way. I did what I had to do to make sure those families got justice,” Hailey said, her eyes remaining fixed with his.

“I told you to pick them up, bring them in, and instead you went your own way, putting that family, yourself, and a couple of patrol officers at risk. I could suspend you over this,” he argued, a distinct tension building in his voice.

“Sarge, it was my idea. If anyone deserves punishment, it’s me,” Jay admitted, causing Hailey’s head to swivel his direction, a cross look on her face as the words left his mouth.

“No, that’s not… Look, I went there on my own. I’m the only one to blame here,” Hailey argued causing him to shake his head before them.

“Okay, look. I know there’s something going on between you two, I have known for a while,” the second the words left his mouth, their eyes met briefly, and they both swallowed hard before turning back to him. “I decided to turn a blind eye because you two were able to keep it strictly professional here at work as far as I was concerned. But what happened today, what’s happening right now… this lying to me and covering for each other is not welcome in my unit. This is your warning and it’s the only one you’re going to get. As long as I’m in charge of this unit, you listen to me. You don’t go off-book, you don’t go behind my back because you disagree with what I say, and you certainly don’t let whatever is going on between you two change the way you make decisions. I know you guys are going to have each other’s backs… as partners and as whatever else, but the second that trumps having my back and the team's back, the way it did today, it undermines my authority and puts all of us at risk. If anything happens again like what happened today, you’re both done, and I’ll make sure you never work in the same unit again. Is that clear?” He asked them.

“Understood,” Jay replied.

“Yes, Sarge,” Hailey uttered, her heart rate dropping significantly with relief.

They drove home that night in silence, partly from exhaustion and partly from trying to process everything that had happened in the past 72 hours. Three days ago, they were on their first official date, celebrating their relationship for what felt like the first time, and now they were coming down from what could have easily been the end of their job and their partnership. Even though she hated the way it had to go down, she stood by having Jay’s back and trying to protect their relationship, even if it meant muddying the waters between them and Voight. From the start of the case, she was determined to catch the guys, chasing a small sense of redemption she felt she needed for that case she worked so many years prior. She wasn’t happy about everything that happened, particularly everything that went wrong, but she was able to save a family and get some form of justice for the others, and she stood by that firmly. It wasn’t the first time she had challenged Voight or crossed lines, but it was the first time she was genuinely fearful of the consequences. She was just glad her fears didn’t come to fruition. She looked over at Jay in the driver’s seat, and she remembered the way he told her she was safe after pulling her from the attacker only hours prior. Safe wasn’t something she had felt often in her life, but she certainly felt it when she was with him. She smiled to herself in the dark, satisfied to know that at least for that day, despite everything that happened, their relationship and their partnership were two things she could still consider safe.

[buckysgoldenheart]

How to Piss Him Off

Jealous Henry x Reader

Summary: Henry makes you go to a party you never wanted to, and it makes you feel like crap, so you make some choices that has Henry getting upset fast.

Words: 3495

Warnings: Cursing, basic quick smut, jealousy, general sassiness.

Notes: I messed with this story so much I now hate it, so I don’t even know if anyone will actually like it but let me know if you do. It’d probably make me feel better about how much I fiddled with it and how long it took :’D

Needs serious editing at some point.

You hated parties. Why would you go to a party when you could be home reading or playing video games while gorging yourself on junk food? That would be so much better than being surrounded by a forty or fifty intoxicated and horny people.

You were dragged kicking and screaming like an eight-year old, just to be forced to watch some drunk woman in a slutty dress rub herself all up against your friend. It made you all the more thankful for the amount of alcohol the party—whoever’s it was—provided, because while Henry didn’t exactly look comfortable with the situation he was in, he certainly wasn’t shoving that girl off of him. So, you would drink until the spectacle in front of you turned so blurry you couldn’t tell who was grinding on who.

When Henry’s hand eventually found her waist, you unglued your eyes and turned to refresh your drink. A guy in front of you chuckled as you filled the plastic red cup to the brim, took a sip, then poured more to replace the amount lost. You looked up at him sheepishly, but all he did was beam back at you, his bright, green eyes shining and white teeth showing. It did something to you; twisted your stomach, sent shocks to your core, made your breath hitch. He was so hot, it almost made you push Henry to the back of your mind.

You smiled a little more confidently. “Sorry, is this your party? I’m not trying to drink all of your alcohol.”

He laughed, took a long drink of his beer and shook his head. “Not my party. Drink up.”

“Whose is it?”

“Oh, I have no idea. Just here to take what is freely given.” He gestured to the snacks and drinks surrounding him. You chuckled and he asked your name.

“Y/N,” You said, then for some reason, blushed.

He stuck his hand out in your direction and you took it. “I’m Aaron.” When you tried to pull your hand away, he held on tighter. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter? It’s hard to talk here.”

You considered for a moment. He was right, the music and over-packed room did make it difficult to have a decent conversation, but something inside of you didn’t want to leave Henry with a woman that clearly wanted to fuck him. Though, what did it matter. It was not as if staring at him from a distance would keep him from getting in her pants, so you looked back at Aaron and nodded.

He led you away, down a hallway, to what seemed like a second living room with only a few other partiers inside. The small group lounged on couches and armchairs, drunkenly discussing their various existential crises. Aaron snickered at them and sat on the love-seat in the back of the room and, with a tug of your hand, you fell on it beside him.

You both awkwardly looked around the room, blue and purple light bulbs giving it a soothing glow, while Aaron sneaked his arm along the back of the small couch behind your head. Your body was already so close to his, all he would have to do is wrap that arm around your shoulders and you would practically be in his lap.

“So,” He began, drawing your eyes to his. His face was so close, lips barely three inches away, and you couldn’t help but notice how he kept looking at yours. “Tell me about yourself.”

So, you did. In exchange, he told you about his life, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. You laughed more than you thought you would. And at some point, your legs had draped over his lap and his hand was rubbing up and down your bare thigh, slowly pushing up your skirt with each stroke along your skin. You knew what he was doing, and you didn’t mind it. The least it would do was keep your thoughts off Henry probably getting his dick sucked in some other room of the house.

His fingers finally slipped under the hem of the velvety fabric and grazed your covered core; the thin, lacy material doing very little to lessen the sensation of his touch. You gasped and he looked at you in silent question. When you nodded, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him until you straddled his hips.

You put your hands on the sides of his face and slammed your lips to his as his burning touch ran up and down your spine. A moan erupted from the both of you, tingling your lips, as he grew harder beneath you and you ground your hips down. You shoved a hand between your bodies to his belt buckle, trying your best to undo it. Thankfully, the crisis group had left a half hour before because you had no intention of moving to a bedroom. You needed this. You needed to forget Henry, at least for one night.

Just as Aaron put his hand on the back of your neck to kiss you harder, you were yanked up and off his body. Aaron opened his eyes, confused, much like you were, as to why Henry’s large hand now gripped your upper arm.

“Henry, what the fuck!” You yelled as he glared down at Aaron buckling his belt.

“We are going home,” Henry demanded through gritted teeth, looking at you in a way he never had before.

“What? No, I—”

Aaron stood fast, his eyes darting between you and Henry. “Woah, buddy, let her go. She clearly wants to stay.” When he reached a hand out to pull you back to him, Henry lightly yanked you further away.

You jerked your arm in a weak attempt at freedom. “Yea, I want to stay!”

“No! You are drunk. Let’s go!”

Aaron shook his head and gave you a sympathetic smile. “Your bodyguard is intense, sweetness.”

You huffed and tried once again to shove Henry’s hand off you. “Tell me about it. Get off!”

When Aaron stepped to you, you thought he was going to try and kiss you, but instead he leaned down to whisper his last name in your ear and brushed your cheek with his knuckle. “Look me up, yea? I’d love to see you again.”

You giggled and agreed before Aaron walked past you, smirking at Henry and harshly bumping his shoulder on his way out the door. Henry whipped you around to face him.

“Get your stuff.”

“I didn’t bring anything,” You sneered.

“Then go,” He said, slightly pushing you in front of him. “March it!”

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Outside, Henry stared at you, waiting, though his patience was running thin. “Y/N, get in the car.” You frowned at him and crossed your arms, prompting a hefty groan from Henry. He took a deep breath and tried a little softer. “Y/N, Please, get in the car. Please.”

Rolling your eyes, you relented and sat yourself in the leather seat. Henry shut the door hard enough that it made you jump, stomped to his side and drove down the long driveway. You didn’t talk until he passed the exit that would take you to your house. “I thought you were taking me home.”

“You’re too drunk to be alone.”

You leaned your head against the window. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!”

He looked at you, eyebrows drawn together. “Oh, yea? You normally dry hump strangers in a secluded room at a party, do you?”

You watched out the window as he parked the car in front of his house, then met his eyes. “I do what I want, when I want, and tonight I wanted to dry hump a stranger in a secluded room at a party where the only person I know abandoned me to get grinded up against.”

His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white, but then he got out of the car, went to your side, and opened the door for you. You ignored the hand he extended to you and marched to the front door of his house.

As you stepped into the foyer, Henry threw his keys on the side table, and you took in the room. “Where is Kal?”

“At a friend’s,” He said, walking to the kitchen. When he came back, he shoved a glass of water in your direction. “Drink.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he asked. Both your hands wrapped around the cup as you glared at him over the rim. When not a drop was left, he took the glass and turned back to the kitchen. “Go upstairs and go to bed.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Go upstairs—” He began again as he returned to the room.

“Oh, I heard you. I’m just trying to figure out how you have the audacity to tell me what to do.”

Henry sighed. “Y/N, will you please—”

“No! What the hell happened back there? What the fuck did you think you were doing, huh?

“I was protecting you.”

“From what? A hot guy whose tongue I was more than happy to have down my throat? Protecting me from something I wanted to do?”

He clenched his teeth and swallowed hard. “Stop it.”

“Stop what? Did you think I didn’t want him? If I recall correctly, I was on top of him.”

“Stop! Y/N, you did not want to have sex with him!”

“Oh please,” You scoffed. “I’m not that drunk, Henry. I’m barely tipsy. I knew what I was doing. But, fuck, I don’t know why I’m surprised you got in the way. For the last year, every man I’ve met you’ve practically chased away with a pitchfork.”

“Go. To. Bed!”

“Don’t. Test. Me!” You yelled, “God, you are unbeliev—”

Before you could finish, Henry had put his hands on your cheeks, pulled you in, and kissed you. Your eyes went wide at the feel of his mouth on yours and how firmly he held you close, keeping you from escaping. It sucked the air from your lungs, and you were so temped to give in to him, to wrap your arms around him, part your lips, and let his tongue slip between them. If only he hadn’t been such an ass.

You quickly put your hands on his chest and shoved. He stumbled back a couple steps, your weaker strength somehow enough to overpower him. The look on his face, the shame of doing what he had, was unable to be masked.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Henry winced at your tone. “Y/N—”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

He said nothing as the remnants of your words echoed around the large room.  

You shook your head to yourself. “I’m going home.”

He quickly grabbed your hand as you hurriedly walked past him, and you frowned again at the grip on your wrist. Looking up at him, all you could see was pain in every feature of his face, in every bit of the blue in his eyes. “No, Y/N, please don’t. Stay. I’m sorry.”

The desperation killed you. His voice broke around the words, and his grip, though appearing rough, was light and soft. He would let you leave if you wanted, he just hoped you wouldn’t.

“Fine. Explain.”

He released you and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just…I don’t…fuck, I…”

“Ok, I’m leaving.”

“I love you,” He said to your back.

You died. Or some part of you did. Your heart, maybe; possibly your brain, for you weren’t sure you heard correctly. You couldn’t take another step, shoes somehow glued to their spot on the floor.

His hands on your shoulders had you looking in his eyes again. “I tried not to, ok. I swear I gave it my best shot. I didn’t want to ruin anything between us, but I couldn’t help it.” You felt his fingers trail down your arms until he could lightly squeeze your hands. “I’m sorry.”

Everything inside you was screaming, but you could only manage a whisper. “H-How long?”

Henry sighed and closed his eyes. “A year.” You stepped back and jerked your hands from his hold, but his still reached out, chasing the touch you so briefly allowed him. “I know…I’m sor—”

“Stop apologizing. Just…stop.”

He might’ve said something after that, but you couldn’t tell. His words had started to fade, and your vision was turning fuzzy as your brain tried to focus on your thoughts and how they were beginning to consume you. You loved him. It had been months of agony and anxiety and pure pain every time you saw someone else fawning over him. Then he does this, and suddenly you want to wail and throw a brick at a wall, or punch him in the chest before sobbing into it with his arms around you. It was too much. You had never done well with an overstimulation of emotions; they made you want to collapse and sink into the floor.

You took a deep breath, slowly exhaling like your mother had taught you, and said, “You’re right, I should go to bed.”

He looked at you like you had grown an extra limb, but you didn’t miss how the sadness in his eyes remained. Without a word, you turned on your heel and hiked up the stairs to the guest bedroom you had stayed in many times before. Moments after you closed the door, you heard a groan from below and the unmistakable sound of glass shattering against a wall.

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You couldn’t sleep. You didn’t even know why you bothered to try. Every hour felt like a month, and the more exhausted you became, the more your body felt like it had just trudged through miles of thick, solidifying mud; but your mind was vigorously racing with your heart. It was agonizing, and you couldn’t take it.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you dug the base of your palms in your eyes, and with an agitated whimper, threw the covers over your legs.

Henry’s room was just down the hall to the left, and without knocking, you eased the door open and stepped inside. He was so beautiful when he slept, but something worried him; you could see it by the little crease between his brows. You wanted to make it stop, to soothe his features.

You lifted the corner of his comforter and sneaked underneath it, wiggling your body close to his until not even an ant could fit between you. Facing each other, you brushed his hair back from his face then stroked his cheek where scruff was staring to grow. His eyebrows scrunched together at your touch and his body shifted under the covers.

Before he could fully wake, you leaned forward to softly press your lips to his, and after a moment, his arm wrapped strongly around you and forced what little oxygen you had left out of your lungs. You moaned when he kissed you back, sucking your bottom lip with a small bite before pushing his tongue in your mouth.

He made a small grunting sound as if suddenly coming to his senses, then broke your kiss and opened his eyes. “Y/N, what are you doing?” He whispered. There was a note of worry in his voice as if he thought you might regret your actions come morning, so you softly shushed him and ran a finger along the curve of his razor-sharp jaw. A look of uncertainty came over his face, but then you kissed him again.

He rolled on top of you without a second thought and you slid your hands down his chest before slipping one in his sweatpants. When you wrapped your fingers around his cock, he moaned and began to gently thrust into the warmth of your palm. 

“Are you sure,” He asked, nudging his nose against yours.

With your free hand, your fingers wound into his hair and gently tugged. “Yes.”

Henry groaned and slammed his lips to yours again. He pushed his sweatpants down passed his ass just enough to let his cock spring free, bunched the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore up to your navel, then edged your panties to the side and slammed himself inside you. You both gasped.

“Fuck,” He mumbled as he dipped his head into the curve of your neck and started pressing kisses on your sensitive skin. He bit your shoulder when you lifted your hips, silently begging him to move, then painfully slowly started to thrust in and out of you. “You are so…perfect.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You had never been put through a whirlwind of emotions all in a single day. You had never felt this wanted. You had never loved someone the way you did him, and every bit of it flooded you until it had no choice but to spill out somewhere.

“God, I love you,” He whispered before kissing right under your ear. His lips trailed along your jaw and he licked away the saltiness of your tears.

You tried to speak, but all you could manage was a whimper as your walls began to clench harder around his cock. Each shove inside of you reached deeper than the last and you felt it bringing you closer and closer to your release.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pulled his face back so you could connect your lips and curl your tongue around his. His kissed you long and slow, drawing each second out as if you wouldn’t allow him the chance again if that kiss broke, and something about it ached a spot in your heart. All you wanted was to reassure him, so you separated a hairs width. “Henry…I love you.”.

Blue eyes seemed to brighten, and his lips parted. A quick breath puffed against your face and you inhaled him as he started to pound into you harder until you came with a sharp cry and a whimper of his name, your walls milking him until he spilled himself inside you with groan.

His massive, muscled body collapsed on top of yours, but you didn’t want him to move. Even as you felt him begin to soften inside of you, you refused to separate your bodies, so you wrapped your arms snugly around him.

“You love me?” He asked, lifting his head from the curve of your neck and staring into your eyes.

Swallowing once and nodding, you moved your hands to either sides of his cheeks, and said, “I have for months. I just…”

Henry touched his forehead to yours and let out a clearly disappointed sigh. “We both wasted all this time pretending.”

“We’ll lose our minds thinking about it too much,” You said and tilted your lips up to press them to his, pulling a small groan from his chest before he rolled on his back with your body flat on top of his. “Henry, I’m so sorry about what happened at the party. That guy—”

Henry’s grin had you pausing as he rubbed at his forehead.

You cocked your head to the side. Smiling at the reminder of you all over another man was not what you expected. “What?”

“You’re sorry,” He said, sifting his fingers through the waves of your hair. “Sweetheart, that is the last thing you should be. I’m the one who made an idiot of myself. I just…” He took a breath, “I got sick of this girl not leaving me alone and all I wanted was to find you, but when I did, that guy had his hands and mouth all over you and I…lost it.”

With a soft smile, you ran your index finger over his bottom lip. “How about we just called it even, yea?”

Henry hummed, unsatisfied with that decision, but at the playful look on your face he surrendered. One of many things he loved about you: holding grudges was not something you cared to have much experience with. “Fine. If…”

“If…?”

“If you move in with me.”

“What!” In your shock, your body jolted upright, but you found yourself held tight by a pair of thick arms around your waist.

“You stay here all the time anyway. You’ll just sleep in my bed now, not the guest. And the lease is almost up at your place.”

An awkward laugh passed your lips. “Henry…”

“You’re smiling. You can’t lie to me now.”

You rested your forehead against his chest with a light groan. Henry chuckled at the sound, and the rumble in his chest soothed you to no end. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“Maybe,” He replied, and you looked up at him. “But I want you here, with me. So, what do you think?”

With a quick, deep breath, you shook your head. But then you smiled and said, “…Yes.”

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[sluttyminghao]

stress relief | b.sk

w.c: ~2k request: Idk if you’re still taking requests, but if you are can you do a Seungkwan request where y’all are fucking and you moan another members name, and he thinks it’s because you want that member or you’re cheating but in really it’s because that member walked in room or opened that door and left or sein thing. Thanks! Also. You’re a really good writer and I always look forward to your posts!!! genre: smut pairing: seungkwan x reader warnings: switch!seungkwan, mingyu walks in, angry seungkwan, rough sex a/n: thank u so much for liking my posts! I hope that you like this! :)

[Kwannie] 8:45pm: Hey babe do you think you could come over? I have a bit of a problem...

The text came to you by surprise that Wednesday evening while you were trying to complete an assignment for one of your classes. While he couldn’t see your voice crinkle in concern, you immediately texted him back, asking if he was okay and how soon he wanted you to come over.

His response came before you could even turn your phone off and put it back on your desk, a text that was punctuated with weird emojis as well as the words “now please”, which made you worry even more. You sighed and began packing up your assignment, knowing you could just do it in the morning before the class began.

[You] 8:54pm: I’m just heading over now, I’ll be over soon :)

He sent a smiley face back just as you hopped in your car and turned the ignition on. Your mind wandered to what his problem could possibly be, it could really be anything from him having a small paper cut on his finger, to one of his members having an argument with him and he wanted to be cheered up, or he was needy.

It didn’t take long until you reached his dorm room he shared with a few of his band mates. Upon knocking lightly on the door, Vernon swung the door open, breaking out into a huge grin upon seeing your face. “Y/N! We weren't expecting to see you tonight, is everything okay?” He asked, shuffling aside so you could step in and toe off your shoes.

“Seungkwan text me and asked me to come over, do you know where he is?” you questioned, Vernon tilting his head in the direction of Seungkwan’s room. He gave you a small smile just as you walked past him, but grabbed your wrist before you could walk any further. You spun back around with a questioning look on your face, when Vernon opened his mouth to speak. “He’s been a little...off today? I’m not sure why but...just be careful” he spoke slowly before letting your wrist go.

Now you were even more concerned for your boyfriend with Vernon’s words hanging around in your mind, wondering what could have put him in such a foul mood that he had been off all day. You stood in front of Seungkwan’s closed bedroom door, taking a few deep breaths and mentally preparing yourself for what may lay behind the door. You knocked softly on the wood, and the door instantly opened.

Seungkwan looked like he had been through hell and back. His brown hair was sticking up in every direction, bags under his eyes and hadn't even bothered to put a shirt on. Your eyes raked down his body, taking in his lightly toned body and soft skin. Before you could even open your mouth to say a word to him, he had pulled you into his room and shut the door. 

You flipped around to face him once you had gotten your surroundings, trying to distinguish what his problem was. “Seungkwan...are you okay?” you spoke, moving towards him to comb your fingers through his hair. The action seemed to make him relax a little, leaning into your touch and slowly wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“Sorry if I scared you with my earlier text, I just...need to let off some steam, or vent, or eat something i don't know” he rambled, eyes now closed as you played with the hair on the nape of his neck, something you knew he adored. “What happened baby?” you asked, leading him to sit down on his bed so you could both be more comfortable.

He blushed at your pet name for him, glancing into your eyes that held so much adoration for him. “I’m so stressed about this singing cover I have to do in a few weeks, it’s for a big movie and I just can’t seem to hit the notes they want me to. It’s been bugging me all day, I hope you aren’t mad that I interrupted your studying” his voice trailed off, eyes cast downwards to play with his fingers. You simply smiled and pulled him in for a big hug, him immediately wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s okay baby don’t worry about it, I’m here to look after you okay?” you spoke gently, pulling his jaw up gently so you could meet his eyes, before leaning in to kiss him softly. He kissed back with passion and adoration, letting his hands wander up to your neck to hold you in place as he continued to kiss you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, letting your fingers dance along the skin as he deepened the kiss, a small sigh leaving your lips.

He pulled away from you so you could both catch your breath, his lips swollen and a pink hue dusting his cheeks. You moved up so that you were standing above him and he was still sitting on the bed, before leaning to kiss him once more. “Go and lay at the top of the bed Kwannie, I wanna help you get rid of your stress” you smiled, watching as he quickly wriggled his way up toward the headboard, hands resting on his side as you crawled towards him and sat on top of his thighs.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as you skimmed your hand over his chest, mouth moving down to leave kisses and small marks all over his neck. While you continued moving your hands over his burning skin, he moved his hands upwards to grasp your hips, trying to keep a somewhat stable hold on reality. His eyes met yours and he pulled you in for a deep kiss, opening his mouth to explore your own, a small moan emitting from his lips.

“You taste so good” he remarked, his hands wandering up once again to fondle with your breasts, playing with them over the cotton fabric of your bra. He was satisfied when you whimpered, before you became impatient and all but ripped the bra off yourself, freeing yourself while Seungkwan hummed in appreciation, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

The pleasure was getting to your head, and fast. You hadn’t even realized that Seungkwan had flipped you onto your back and was now pulling your panties down, while rushing to get his boxers off to free his straining erection. Without thinking, he had dipped two fingers into your pussy and began thrusting them, making your back arch off the bed in surprise. A loud moan escaped your lips, before Seungkwan shoved one of his hands over your mouth, effectively silencing your moans.

“As much as I love hearing how good I make you feel, you need to stay quiet so that no-one else can hear you. Got it?” His voice was rough at the end and you nodded at his sudden dominant behaviour, it turning you on even more. He lined his cock up with your entrance and thrust in with one push, your loud moan still silenced by Seungkwan’s hand as he began a brutal pace almost immediately, his face crinkled in concentration.

You could see how much stress he had been under by the way he was thrusting hard and fast, and his hands were gripping your hips in a way that was sure to leave bruises. His hand was still covering your mouth, and he was whispering filthy words into your ear about what he wanted to do to you and praising you for taking his cock so well.

He was so immersed in thrusting into your pussy that he hadn’t realised that he forgot to lock his door, meaning that Mingyu just opened the door and strutted in, not even knocking or glancing in his direction as he was immersed in some video game on his device. “M-mingyu !!” you managed to squeak out between his thrusts, which made Seungkwan halt his moving altogether.

“Did you just say Mingyu’s name?!” hurt was laced through his tone as he stared you down, waiting for an explanation. “Do you want him? Or are you seeing him behind my back?” His rapid fire questions toward you made Mingyu finally look up from his device and immediately he turned crimson, his legs failing to move at the sight in front of him. “Seungkwan no!! He’s standing right there...” you trailed off, and Seungkwan whipped his head around to see the lanky man standing in the doorway, jaw dropped and his device willing to drop from his hand.

“Mingyu get the fuck out! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” Seungkwan shouted, the older male profusely apologizing as he shut the door quickly, still apologizing through the door. Seungkwan turned back to you and thrusted with a renewed vigour, now thrusting even harder and faster than before since he was now mad at one of his housemates for barging in. His hand moved off your mouth, now letting you moan freely and not caring who heard.

“That’s right baby, let everyone hear who’s making you feel this good. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good right? The only one who gets to fuck this tight pussy” with each thrust and word he spoke it sent you further and further into bliss, your orgasm threatening to spill over any second.

“Kwannie, m’gonna cum, please let me cum!!” you squealed, his thrusts growing sloppy as he too, neared his desired release. “Cum for me baby girl, cum all over my cock and get me all wet” he groaned, reaching a hand down to roughly circle your clit and throw you over the edge. A scream ripped from your lips as your orgasm hit you, the waves of pleasure continuously rolling through you. Seungkwan came not long after you with a few more thrusts, a loud groan leaving his lips.

He rolled to the side once he had pulled out of you, both of you breathing heavily and trying to finish riding out your highs. Seungkwan moved closer to you, pulling you into his side as he stroked your arm softly, leaving soft kisses up and down your neck. “I’m sorry about all that stuff I said earlier...” he whispered, kissing your cheek and blushing. You simply shake your head and “It’s fine Kwannie, I know you were stressed. Did I help you with your stress at all?” you spoke softly to him, tracing patterns on his chest.

“You sure did baby, thank you for being my stress relief” he sighed, before grabbing some tissues from his nightstand before wiping you down gently, apologizing profusely when you winced or whined in pain. He got up and grabbed you a bottle of water from his desk, which you downed quickly to redeem your parched throat.

You snuggled into his sheets that smelled like a mixture of coffee and cinnamon, and were slowly being lulled to sleep. “I’ll be back in one second baby, I just have to step out for a second” and you nodded, immediately knowing what he was going to do and a small giggle left your lips. The bedroom door shut and you could hear Seungkwan calling for Mingyu, asking him what his problem was and you could barely just hear the tall man begging for forgiveness. 

Your boyfriend returned a little while later and rolled in next to you, his warmth seeping into your skin and you moved closer to him with a content sigh. As if on instinct, he pulled you in and spooned you, his arm draped around your waist and his nose nestling into the crook of your neck. He was much more stress free now that you were with him, and he couldn’t thank you enough.

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Dusting Of The Dust 🧤🧤

Idea came from @moodyvoid

Alpha Shigaraki x F! Omega Reader

Words: 2.1K

Summary: Shigaraki is your alpha-a very protective, possessive alpha

Tenko is something different. He takes being your alpha as his top mission. To be with you and guard you is his life’s reason. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he let anything hurt you. That being said, he can be overbearing.

“Omega, stay still. You know you have to be still for me to do this.”

“I can’t help it,” you give him your puppy eyes. “It tickles.” He just sighs and smiles. He can’t help but love you no matter what.

Shigaraki was helping you pull on your overalls (he has no idea why you’ve fallen in love with the horrid fashion; his words not yours) so he could take you to the mall for a day of pampering.

Lately, he’s been even busier than usual with the league. It’s been months since he has been able to spend some quality time with you so, he wants to make this day as perfect as possible.

“What am I going to do with you?” He looks down at you with his crimson eyes softened.

“Love me and give me cuddles?” You lift your hands to frame your face like an angel.

“Oh I don’t know,” he teases as he picks you up. Your breath hitches when his teeth catch your scent glands, his chapped lips lightly scrapping you. “You’re so quiet. Why?”

“You’d be quiet too if someone was turning you on like this,” he chuckled. Sometimes, you can be so brash.

“Get ready to go,” he lets you down and walks out of your room to wait in your living room. He’s taken an interest in staying in your home since he doesn’t like bringing you to the hideout (despite how much a bond Hans formed among the villains, he can’t bring himself to allow them to see you).

“I’m ready,” you run from your room with sneakers on your feet. You catch a glimpse of Shigaraki petting a picture of you and you blush slightly. Even though he’s a mean bastard to the world, you know you have his heart; that’s all that matters to you. “You’re wearing that?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Tenko looks down at himself anxiously. He supposes he could’ve attempted to dress better but, he was just focused on your comfort that he couldn’t find it in himself to care about his.

“Nothing,” you walk up to him and grab his hand. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans (he’s forgone the signature hand that he normally wears to keep from drawing attention) with a glove that only covers one of his fingers. You place a kiss on his palm, making direct eye contact. He’s driven into small insanity, part of him wanting to take you back to your bedroom and show you how much he loves you.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Kiss your hand?” He nods. “Because I love you. I know you’re always afraid you’ll accidentally hurt me but, I know you’ll never do anything that could put me in harm's way.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just takes you by the hand and leads you out the door and to the nearest massage parlor. He knows he can never tell you how much you’ve made him happy but, he hopes his actions can show you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with sitting here the whole time?” You asked before you had to enter the clothing room to take off your clothes.

“Yes. For the hundredth time, yes. Can you just get undressed?”

“I remember you asking me that question wayyyy nicer yesterday,” you wag your eyebrows causing him to push you into the room to hide his inflamed cheeks.

You giggle as you walk to your designated locker and remove your clothes, wrapping the robe around your body after you take a quick look at your assets. What can you say? You love adoring yourself.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki was waiting in the massage room with the lady that was setting up the oils. He watched her like a hawk, hands scratching at his neck. Shigaraki knows you wouldn’t want him to lose his cool but, he can’t stand the thought of someone else’s hands on you. He’d rather be at your house playing video games with you in his lap yet, he’s here.

“Do you have to...touch her?”

The woman startles and drops a bottle of oil on the floor. She recovers but, she’s shaking as she picks up the bottle. “Well yes, sir that’s my job.”

“But, do you have to do it without gloves?”

“Sir, it’s a massage.”

“Yes, I know what the fuck it is. I’m paying for it,” the scratching gets more brazen.

“Sir, would you like another masseuse?”

“No-yes- fuck just, if you touch my girl anywhere I don’t like, you won’t be touching anything anymore,” he continues to scratch till you walk in. He slumps in his seat to hide his neck because he knows it’d make you upset to see what he’s done to himself.

“You okay, Shiggy?” You notice he’s slouching as you lay down on the massage table, your s/c skin showing to the crack of your ass.

“Yes, baby. Just talking to the lady,” you quirk your brow.

“The lady has a name, Hand Man,” he rolls his eyes. The conversation is dead and the tension falls but, Shigaraki can’t help but tense when the woman’s hands touch your body. He wants to get up and rip her from your body but he knows he cant. He promised you a normal, perfect day and he’s pretty sure disintegrating a person isn’t either of those things.

He wants to yell as you moan underneath the woman’s hands, pick you up and run you away from her and into the comfort of your own world, fuck you until the only thing you can moan is his name.

“Shiggy, are we still going to the mall after this?” He’s broken from his thoughts of his hands wrapped around your delicate throat.

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Just checking. I know your busy with your job and we’ve already spent a good deal of time here.”

“My job isn’t anywhere near important when it compares to you. I told you I was going to pamper you and that’s exactly what I intend to do,” the lady awws.

“That’s so sweet,” Shigaraki gives her a death glare. “Okay, your time is up. You can always book another appointment at the front desk. Have a great day,” that lady scurried out of that room as quickly as she could.

“Did you say something to her before I came in?” You sit up, breasts showing. Shigaraki.exe has stopped working. “You shouldn’t be mean to people that are doing their job. It’s not polite. Shiggy? HandMan? TENKO. ALPHAAAA PAY ATTENTION AND STOP STARING AT MY TITS.”

“It’s not my fault they’re out. They’re so perfect. Makes me want to,” he’s in front of you as he leans down to swipe his tongue across your left nipple. You whimper as his other hand kneads your other nipple. The leather of his gloves feels wonderful on your smooth skin. “Looks like you want me to do it.”

“Aht aht aht, we still have a full day of shopping till you get to touch me,” you scurry away before he can catch you. Wetness slides down your thigh, making your panties run against your clit with almost every step on the way out. You redressed, knowing your alpha would be able to smell your arousal.

“Aww, someone’s wet.”

“Fuck you, dusty,” it’s silent till you get to the mall. The mall has loud roars every few minutes as the noise is in full swing during the daily rush. Your alpha keeps pulling you even closer to him, lowly growling at anyone who he deems gets too close.

“Alpha, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he’s being curt and you want to pull him away from the mall but, you know that would only bother him further.

You end up in a small boutique in one of the corners of the mall by the name of ‘Kimochi.’ It’s almost as if the entire shop was splattered by a purple bomb with the purple stains floors and lavender painted walls. The racks are silver and there’s white trimming in some areas.

“How’d you know I wanted to come here?” Tenko just smiles as he pushes you further into the shop. You run off to look through the clothes and Shigaraki just stands back to observe you. You look ethereal as you buzz around energetically, your skin looking clear as ever and your eyes lit with a certain happiness that he only sees when the two of you are alone.

He patiently waits to the side of the store as you examine each clothing item, occasionally bringing them up to your body to see if they would fit. You’d given up asking Shigaraki for his approval a long time ago since he always tells you you’d look good in anything (although, there have been a few times that he’d disintegrate whatever he didn’t like).

“Ahhh another Omega. How was your shopping?” A beta attendant was at the counter waiting for you to check out. Your nose shriveled at the mention of your second gender but, you pushed the feeling away and chalked it up to happenstance.

“It was perfect. I love this boutique so much. Here’s my card,” you try to push the card over the counter discretely so Shigaraki wouldn’t see. You’re pretty sure it costs plenty of money to run an entire organization so, this is the least you can do to help your alpha.

“Are you sure? I’m sure your alpha would rather pay for your things,” The attendant looked over at Shigaraki. “On second thought, maybe it’d be best if you paid.”

“What is it you’re trying to insinuate right now? That my alpha can’t provide for me?” You lean over the counter, ready to punch the lady in the face.

“Well, look at his clothes. They’re not the best,” you growl and pounce only to be stopped by your alpha’s arms around your waist. He’s lowly snarling, teeth bared.

“What’s the problem, Omega?” He rubs his hands over your body to ensure you’re fine. “Do I need to handle this?”

“No. This lady was just pushing me a bit too far,” you snatch your stuff off the counter and get ready to walk out with your clothes without paying. Why would you pay after this?

“So, you can’t pay either?” Shigaraki snaps his neck when he turns to face her.

“Omega, what is she referring to?”

“Wellllll,” you blush and look away. You know once he deals with the woman, you’ll be in trouble for trying to pay. “I just wanted to pay for the clothes myself and the woman implied that I was paying because you don’t have the money to do so. Then, I got mad and you came over.”

“Didn’t I tell you I would pay?” He glares down at you. “Why would you try to pay and I told you I would? Are you trying to be disobedient to your alpha? Disobedient to me?”

“I just wanted to help you,” you said in a small voice. “I know the league is expensive.”

“Nothing is too expensive for you. Now, go wait outside while I deal with her,” he pats you on the head, turns you around, and gently pats your butt towards the exit.

Needless to say, while you were outside the store patiently waiting on a chair while swinging your feet beneath you, Tenko was inside gripping the life out of the woman’s face, gloves thrown to the side somewhere in a haphazard attempt to strangle her.

“You should’ve just kept your mouth shut,” Shigaraki grinned as he leaned down to the woman’s ear. “Now, I’ll have to show you what happens when you disrespect my omega.”

“No, no, pleaseeee NO PLEASE. I HAVE KIDS PLEASEEE,” it was too late. The woman’s face was already beginning to decay away, dust coating his hand as he smiled at the woman’s body.

He walked out, the body behind him as he was tugging his gloves on. You noticed a bit of dust on his hoodie so you gently dust him off once he gets close enough for you to touch.

“Did you kill her?”

“Yes. No one. And I mean, NO ONE, disrespects my omega,” you blush. “Now, C’mon, Omega. We’re going home. You still need to be punished,” you gulped and grabbed Tenko’s hand, letting him lead you to your future.

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 9]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; blowjob, dirty talk/mild degradation, sir!kink, name calling, fingering, v v v v mild impregnation kink,  filming/sex tapes, fucking in public, dom!seungcheol, uh oh is trouble is brewing in this chapter??? He h, , 😏, again thank you for your continued support! 🥺💕 and can I also say that not giving myself a chapter limit on this bad boy is really letting me ramble? LOL this was meant to be a short chapter and I cut it off right before the meaty bits(you’ll know where) but I was like no I'll give my readers a nice weekend gift instead of another cliffhanger 😌🍒 have a nice weekend bbys! ily!! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

You wake up earlier than Seungcheol by 45 minutes; sleepy eyes sweeping across the quiet apartment.

The sound of his soft snoring lures you towards the sofa; softly tiptoeing your way over until you hover just above him.

“‘Cheol…” He sighs softly, adjusting from his side to his back as you grin. You round the sofa, swinging your leg gently until you can sit on top of his thighs.

Seungcheol grunts softly at this; blurry eyes blinking open until they focus on your figure. “Wuh--what?” His voice is much deeper and much more gravelly in the morning and it sends your body into overdrive, goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands immediately find purchase on your thighs. “What are you doing so early in the morning?”

“Nothin’~ Just thought I’d say thank you for last night, s’all…” You mumble.

“Lemme get my phone so I--”

“No!” A blush sweeps across your cheeks, hands peeling back the blanket that covers Seungcheol until his naked chest and boxer briefs are in view. “No, I--I don’t want to film this. I just want you to enjoy it... ” Whispering, your hands travel down his torso; admiring his toned body. “I think you deserve it after everything you’ve done for me.”

His cock throbs as he watches you, slow and unhurried in your movements when you palm him over his boxer briefs. “We have 45 minutes before you need to start getting ready for work~ Think of it as… morning exercise~” You giggle, squeezing his cock as he groans.

“Fuck, for who, exactly?”

You pout down at him, fingertips tugging his underwear down until his cock curves against his abdomen. “You can burn calories when you cum, y’know!” Seungcheol laughs breathily; sleepy eyes peering up at you as you wrap a delicate hand around his cock. “I mean, it’s not a lot but it’s still something~”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take your word for it.”

His morning voice has you biting your lip; pussy clenching around emptiness when you start to imagine how much deeper it could possibly get in the right scenario.

But for now, you focus on Seungcheol as you run your hand up and down his cock; palm wet with precum. “Is it weird to wake up with a boner in the morning?” Seungcheol sputters; a choked laugh on his lips.

“To be fair, it’s rather normal.”

“Huh… can’t imagine.”

It falls into comfortable silence, only the sounds of Seungcheol’s breathy moans in the otherwise quiet space.

You lick your lips, re-adjusting yourself until you’re kneeling between his legs instead. “Can’t be making a mess on your nice sofa, right?”

Seungcheol smirks down at you, resting his arms behind his head. “Better swallow it all, babygirl. If I even see a drop on the sofa, you know what happens, right?” His voice is eerily sweet and sends thrums of arousal down your spine.

“Yes, sir~”

He grits his teeth at ‘sir’; eyes fixated on your tongue when you start to softly lap at the precum that dribbles from the head of his cock. “God, this just makes me think of all the things I wanted to say to you last night.”

You peer up at him through your lashes, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. “Whaddya wanna say?” Your words are slurred together as you continue to lap at his cock; lips wrapping around his cock head as you swallow around him.

“Ngh, sh--shit, I--God, you were so fuckin’ cute taking my cock for the first time. And I wanted to praise you for takin’ me so well for the first time too. But I know I couldn't say that on camera.” He lets out a shaky breath when he feels you slowly start to take more of his cock into your mouth.

“You were so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ filthy when you fingered yourself with my cum...”

You moan around his cock which in turn sends goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, I’m---I’m not gonna last long…” He warns; hips already thrusting up into your mouth as you continue to swallow around him. You pull off of his cock for a second, wrapping your hand around him again as you start to pump your hand up and down again.

“You can cum whenever you want~ And maybe next time just cum inside me too!” You pout.

Seungcheol nods just as you wrap your lips around him again; this time using your hand on the rest of his cock that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

His breaths get quicker and he feels his abdomen tightening by the second, only a choked noise as a warning before he’s cumming in your mouth.

You let out a surprised yelp as you immediately start swallowing the warm cum, hollowing your cheeks around him as you work him through his high.

He whispers your name a few seconds later and you pull off of him again, licking at your chapped lips. “Good?”

Seungcheol nods back, laughing lightly at your disheveled appearance.

“Good.”

“Hey hyung! Hey hyung!”

Seungcheol turns around, cheeks already aflame when he meets Jeongguk’s inquisitive stare. “Yes, ‘Guk?”

The younger male slides a candy bar across the concession stand’s counter top, eyebrows wiggling. “Say, do you need a cameraman?”

“What.”

Jeongguk lets out an exasperated sigh, “Y’know, someone to help… film. Get your good angles. You know what I mean?” He slides the candy bar further towards Seungcheol’s direction. “I’m your man, y’know? I got you, hyung.”

Seungcheol can only grimace in return, swiping the candy bar off of the counter top before he turns to leave. “I don’t think that’ll ever happen but on the offset chance it does, I’ll be sure to let you know. And for the record, one candy bar is not going to sway me.” Seungcheol laughs, shaking his head as he starts to walk away.

“Hey, wait!”

“Yeah?”

Jeongguk ushers him back; wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he leans in. “Me and a few of my buddies are going clubbing tomorrow night. It’s nothing major, just a few drinks after work but did you wanna come? You can bring your sweet babygirl with you.” He snickers, watching as the blush travels up to Seungcheol’s ears.

“I’ll see if she wants to come but I’m not promising anything, okay?”

“Hey man, a ‘maybe’ is good enough for me! Y’know, I specifically planned for Thursday ‘cause I knew you’d be busy on Friday, what with your new… career and all.”

The older male bites his lip; Jeongguk had no idea of the video. Yet.

“Uh, right. Anyways, I gotta go before Namjoon gets my ass for not cleaning the skates. I’ll talk to you later.”

Seungcheol makes it home in record speed; this time flinging the door open as he kicks his shoes off. “I’m back!”

Mild confusion crosses his features when he smells food cooking, shuffling into the kitchen as he sees your figure setting up plates of food. “I hope you don’t mind! I cracked open those cookbooks for dinner… Thought I’d try to be helpful around here!”

You shoot him a smile as you make your way into the living room where you set down the plates of food onto the coffee table. “Also… because we have to review this video before I can post it and I know how awkward that can be for the first time so I thought I’d soften the blow a little.”

“Guess that’s fair!” Seungcheol settles in next to you, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Hey, wanna hear something funny that happened at work today?”

“I’m scared, but sure!”

“Jeongguk offered to help us film.” You immediately choke on your food, setting down your plate as you try to catch your breath. “He--he w-what?” Seungcheol can only nod as he shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, said somethin’ ‘bout getting my good angles ‘n stuff. Told him I don’t think we’d get that desperate for extra hands but that if we did, I’d let him know.”

This time you can’t stop the laughter that pours out of you; a soft blush on your cheeks. “Wow, I--I’m a little flattered, to be honest. Maybe once we’re more comfortable, we can enlist his help!”

Seungcheol’s eyes widen, panic clear in his eyes when he meets your cheery expression. “Wait, seriously? You wouldn’t mind him being here and filming for us? Wouldn’t that be weird?” Giggling in return, you pick up your plate again, picking at it as you stare back at Seungcheol.

“I mean, think about it, I’ve always filmed alone for the longest time until I met you. And now I’m getting to explore so many new things, also thanks to you. Having someone film for me… That---That just opens a lot of possibilities, is all. Obviously, neither of us are comfortable with it now but who knows, right? Maybe once we’re billionaires off of making sex tapes, we can afford a whole team of people~!”

“Wow, do I really sound like that?”

Seungcheol grimaces in embarrassment as he watches the video with you. “I told you it’d be embarrassing the first time!”

His shaky eyes focus back onto the screen, mouth agape as he watches his cock sinking into your pussy. “Fuck, I didn’t think it’d be this hot but… I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… Not to toot my own horn or anything.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay to be proud of yourself, ‘Cheol! Confidence is a good thing and it takes a lot to film this kinda stuff anyway.”

You check to see how much of the video is left, noting it’s almost close to the end. “I think we did good and nothing’s out of place or too much. Is it okay with you to upload?” Seungcheol nods, “Seems good to me! I mean we cut off the beginning so it’s cleaned up, right?”

“Mmhmm!”

You start on uploading the video, biting the inside of your cheek as you slightly turn to face Seungcheol. “I don’t know what to title the video…” You mutter; sliding the laptop towards him as he furrows his brow in thought. His fingertips glide across the keyboard before he slides the laptop back in your direction.

‘daddy makes me take his big cock as punishment after i misbehave…’

“Don’t judge me, it’s just--s-similar titles I’ve seen before.” You laugh in response, getting back into uploading and adding various tags and a video description. “It’s what gets the people!”

“Speaking of people…” Seungcheol pauses, unsure. “Uh, feel free to say no but Jeongguk invited us out for drinks tomorrow night. Said it’s just a few of his friends. I told him I’d ask you but if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to go.”

You contemplate your options, watching as the upload progress on the video goes up. “I mean… why not? I haven’t gone out for drinks in a loooong time, so it might be fun! We can always bail if it gets weird.”

Seungcheol nods as he gets up from the sofa, stretching. “Okay, I’ll come back after work to come get you and so I can get changed and then we’ll meet up with ‘Guk and his friends at the club.” The video finishes rendering and you quickly hit the ‘upload’ button before you smile up at Seungcheol.

“Sounds good!”

Thursday’s workday comes and goes quicker than Seungcheol thinks and he actually finds himself excited to go out for once.

“See you in a bit, Seungcheol-hyung!” Jeongguk waves him off from behind the concession stand, a bright smile on his lips. “Ah, yeah! I’ll meet you at the club! Don’t forget to turn off the slushie machine this time!”

He makes his way out to his car after he clocks out, humming as he goes. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he reaches for his phone as he turns the key to start the car.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, just wanted to let you know I’m heading back. ‘Guk is off of work in about 30 minutes so don’t feel rushed to get ready.”

“Okay~ See you soon, ‘Cheol!”

“I’m home!”

“Welcome back!”

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in a short red dress and heels. “Well? How do I look?” You spin for him, showing off your outfit.

“Wow, that----that’s quite an outfit.” He exhales, “You look incredible.”

“Thanks! I’m actually pretty excited!” Seungcheol mimics your excitement as he crosses the space towards you, arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in close. “Mm, I’m excited too. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can see how well this dress looks on the floor too?”

“If we’re lucky~”

When you and Seungcheol get to the club, it’s somewhat empty in front.

“Seems about right for a Thursday, I guess.” Seungcheol offers, wrapping an arm around your waist again. “It’s kind of a dead part of town too, so this doesn’t surprise me.” He laughs, “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten our hopes up.”

“Heyyyy, don’t be such a party pooper!”

The two of you turn to find Jeongguk with another male walking up the sidewalk. “Just ‘cause it’s a little empty doesn’t mean we can’t drink!” Seungcheol jokingly rolls his eyes as he tugs you in closer.

“You better watch yourself this time ‘cause you’re on your own. I didn’t drive and I’ve got this ‘lil lady to take care of.”

Jeongguk grins widely, shuffling closer towards the two of you. “Speaking of… Great video. Fuckin’ impeccable. I can’t believe hyung is packin’. Well, I can but whew, seeing it like that? Surprised you’re still walkin’ around.”

Oh, shit. The video!

You and Seungcheol share a panicked look; neither of you had even bothered to look at the video once it’d been uploaded, which meant that you had absolutely no idea how it was doing or what people were saying. “Ah, haha, ye--yeah! T--thanks for watching…” You mumble, suddenly shy.

Jeongguk wraps an arm around the unknown male’s shoulders, nodding in thought. “Had to give my support so you know I dropped a few bills in donations.” He tips his imaginary hat towards Seungcheol, winking. “Fantastic work, Seungcheol-hyung.”

“Shouldn’t we also be praising the lovely Cherry for her performance as well?” The unnamed male smiles widely, eyes forming crescents. “You’re pretty on camera but you’re just stunning in person.”

“I---uh, do I… Know you?”

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow slightly at the male, finding him somewhat familiar despite never meeting him before.

“Well, maybe? I’ve commented and donated a few times. My name’s Jimin. Or ‘j__min’ if that’s how you know me.” He adds a wink and a slight smirk, eyes twinkling when he focuses his attention towards Seungcheol. “And I have a feeling, I know who you are too. Although as far as I knew, the two of you had never met before. Correct me if I’m wrong?”

Seungcheol doesn’t immediately want to get hostile over nothing, so he untenses his jaw; eyes dancing over to you. “It’s.. a long story. And yes, your assumptions are right. But you can just call me Seungcheol.”

You and Jeongguk can feel the tenseness in the air as the four of you stand outside of the club and you share a look that screams ‘let’s change the subject’. “Oooookay, now that we’ll all introduced, let’s go drink!” 

“Hey, wait...” Seungcheol starts, “I thought you said a couple of friends? Where’s everyone else?” Jeongguk pouts, sighing. 

“They bailed. Said they didn’t wanna drink on a Thursday so it’s just the four of us!”Jeongguk all but drags Jimin towards the entrance, leaving you and Seungcheol alone.

“You okay, ‘Cheol?”

“I should be asking you that, baby.” He chuckles under his breath, shooting you a lopsided smile. “Guess this town is smaller than I thought.”

You laugh in return, wrapping your arms around his midsection as you tug him towards the entrance. “Hey, it’s okay! He doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Maybe a ‘lil sleazy but y’know.” The two of you share a laugh as you get through security; fingers linked together.

“If he tries anything, just let me know.” Nodding, you lead Seungcheol to a table that Jeongguk and Jimin are already sitting at, sliding into the seats across from them. “Holy fuck, you already got drinks?!” You exclaim, noting the glasses in their hands.

“Yeah! You guys walk so fuckin’ slow, I could’ve downed four drinks in the time it took you to get over here!” Jimin scoffs next to him, taking a sip of his own drink. “Didn’t Seungcheol say you’re on your own?”

“Won’t you take care of me?”

“No.”

You laugh at their exchange, leaning into Seungcheol. “Should we get some drinks too?” He nods, already getting up from his seat as he gestures for you to stay. “Stay here, I’ll get some for us.”

Seungcheol leaves to get the two of you something to drink, leaving you with Jeongguk and Jimin. “Hey, are you and hyung like… dating dating?”

A blush paints your cheeks even in the dimmed club lights and it only gets worse when you notice Jimin smirking at you. “Um, well, I--I wouldn’t say that but…” You trail off, unsure of what to say next. Were you dating? Or was it just physical?

“Hey, my offer still stands if you wanna film with me!” Jimin shouts over the music, shrugging. “Although, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much.”

“Boyfriend?” Seungcheol questions as he sits back down next to you. “Who?”

“You!” Jeongguk and Jimin both reply, laughing. Seungcheol hands you your drink before taking a sip of his own. He makes no comment; a little uneasy about the topic himself.

“Anyway, my offer still stands at being the cameraman. I’m really good at video editing too!”

You and Seungcheol have a few more drinks, delving into idle conversation with the other two before you decide you want to dance.

“Mind if I join you?” Jimin asks, eyes flitting towards Seungcheol. “If it’s okay?”

You and Seungcheol share a look, but he breaks eye contact to raise an eyebrow at Jimin. “It’s not my decision, I’m not her keeper.”

You turn to Jimin, a slight pout on your lips. “Just mind your hands, okay?” He nods, grinning as he leads you towards the dance floor.

Jeungguk takes the opportunity to replace you as he plops into the seat next to Seungcheol as soon as the two of you are out of sight, drink sloshing in his cup.

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” Seungcheol shoots the younger male an incredulous look right before taking a swig of his drink. “You’re drunk and sounding crazy.”

“Puhhhh---lease, hyung. You like her. Like, actually like her. Just admit it, we all know it!”

Seungcheol’s lips press into a firm line, eyes scanning the dancefloor until they fall on you and Jimin dancing together. “Okay, yes, I do like her.” He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek when he sees Jimin’s hands on your waist. “Now can we drop it?”

“No way! ‘Cause I know you’re jealous as fuck right now watching them dancing together which is why you can’t fuckin’ take your eyes off of them to even look at me!”

“How much you wanna bet your boy-toy is imagining ripping my head off right now?”

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s comment, swaying to the beat as he puts his hands on your waist. “C’mon, play with me a little here, doll.” He tugs you in closer, making sure to keep a reasonable distance at first. “He likes you a lot, y’know. I can feel the way he burns holes in my head wishing I wasn’t here. But the truth is, I love it.” His words have you confused, eyebrows furrowing as you hold his stare.

“What are you talking about, Jimin? Have you had too many to drink too?”

He laughs boisterously, pulling you into him as your chest meets his. “I love playing with people, just like how I’m playing with Seungcheol right now. I think it’s a fun little game, y’know? For example, in a few seconds he’s gonna march down here and take you right from my arms, fuck you nice and hard if you’re lucky and he’s pissed enough. Unfortunately, the two of you are easy books to read. You like being fucked hard and let’s be real, you love it messy. And Seungcheol, well, he’s practically in love with you and green is definitely not his colour.” Jimin ends in a wink, squeezing your ass once for good measure.

“Oopsies, here comes your loverboy now. Hey, call me if you ever need help, yeah? You know where to find me~” Jimin blows you a kiss right before you’re spinning to face Seungcheol who looks undeniably annoyed.

“Having fun I see.” He grins, eyes burning with lust as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “Wanna have some more?”

You can only gulp in return, nodding shakily as he drags you towards an empty hall.

The music gets more and more muffled the deeper he drags you into the club and you mentally curse yourself when you feel the wetness already pooling in your panties.

Seungcheol tugs you into a small private room meant for parties, locking the door behind him as he pushes you towards one of the sofas. “Guess we won’t be having that quiet night in, hmm?” He picks his phone out of his pocket, silently telling you to catch it as he throws it your way.

Your shaky hands open the camera app, pressing record and making sure to keep Seungcheol’s face out of frame when you lean against the back of the plush material.

“Jeez, babygirl, why do you like causing so much trouble for me, huh?”

“I’m s-sorry, sir, I just---I--”

“I take my eyes off of you for a few minutes and some guy already has his hands on your ass? Dirty slut.”

Seungcheol smirks when he sees your mouth opening in a silent moan, legs already spreading on their own as he makes his way towards you. You could feel the air shift; already knowing the mood he was trying to set. “Fuck, look at you. Already spreading your legs so I can fuck you. Just like a good ‘lil slut should.”

“Ye--yes, please si--sir, fuck me, please!”

He pries your legs apart even further, slotting himself between them as his hands slowly start to push the material of your dress higher and higher until it bunches up around your waist. “Soaking your panties already too? You’re so goddamn easy.”

From your view, the camera can’t see much. But at this point, you don’t even care. “Please, please…” You whine; already squirming underneath him.

Seungcheol undoes the button and zipper of his pants, tugging his underwear down with it as he wraps a hand around his already hard cock.

“Do I need to prep your tight ‘lil cunt or is it wet enough for me already?”

You shakily reach your free hand down, sliding your panties to the side before running your fingertips through the  wetness. “I’m--I’m wet enough, sir…” He pushes your hand away, grinning at you before he tears the material right off of your body.

“S--Sir!!”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, tapping the head of his cock against your clit a few times before he drags it through your wetness and positions himself at your entrance. He gives you a second before he starts sinking his cock in, this time bottoming out in a single thrust when he meets no resistance. “Fuck, you really are soaking, you little slut.” You let out a garbled moan, barely remembering the phone in your hand as Seungcheol starts thrusting into you at a moderate pace.

You keep your legs spread to the best of your ability, soft whines spilling from your lips when the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “God, sir, you’re s-so fucking big, it--I’m so fuh--full…!” He leans in, plucking the phone from your hands as he turns the camera to face you instead.

“Look at her. My perfect ‘lil slut taking my cock so well. Don’t you think I should give her more?” His eyes twinkle with mischief as he brings his free hand towards his lips; licking the digits until they’re well coated in his saliva. “Do you think you deserve my fingers too? Or is that ‘lil cunt of yours too full?”

“N-no, please I--I want your fingers too, god, I--I want them in my pussy with y-your cock!”

Seungcheol doesn’t say another word; instead, he angles the camera right up to your pussy as he brings his wet digits closer, pausing his thrusts as he slowly sinks in a finger next to his cock. “Oh---oh fuck, yes!” You scream, clenching around his cock and finger. He clenches his jaw, because as much as he’d to sink more of his fingers into you, he knew that you still had to get used to the feeling at first.

And it takes a few tense moments and harsh breaths before Seungcheol resumes his pace. “Pleeeese~” You whine, tears blurring your vision when you look up at him and he makes sure to catch it on camera.

“Please what, baby?”

“P--please, put more of your fingers…”

He takes this as a sign that you’re okay; sinking in another digit as you let out a choked moan. “Oh my god, oh my g-god…! Ngh, h-hah, ‘m so f--full, it feels so good~” You sob. Seungcheol’s throat feels dry as he watches through the phone screen how your pussy looks impossibly stretched around his cock and fingers.

“Look at her tight cunt. Fuck, I can’t even fit another finger in her pussy... Surely, this is enough for you to cum though, hmm?” He quips, thrusting into you until your words become a jumbled mix of sounds.

“Guess I fucked her stupid too, huh?”

He keeps his fingers parallel to his cock, sinking them deeper and deeper until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck, I can feel you getting tight around me. Go ahead and cum, slut.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you do cum; walls fluttering around Seungcheol as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your mouth can only open in a silent scream, toes curling in your heels when your mind goes blank as the pleasure washes over you. You feel your body buzzing, fingers going numb at the way Seungcheol keeps slamming into your cervix.

Seungcheol grits his teeth, doubling his pace in the midst of your orgasm. “Her pussy keeps sucking me in… Guess she wants me to cum inside her too?”

“Mmh… sir, p--please cum inside me…” You mumble, already slowly starting to come down from your high. “Want you to fill me up this time…”

And this time, Seungcheol does; grinding against you as he finally cums too. “Fuck, take all of it, baby!” He growls, fucking his cum deeper into you as he rides out his high. His head feels fuzzy; both off of the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Mmh, ‘m so full of y-your cock and c-cum, sir…”

A shudder rolls down Seungcheol’s body when he starts to come down from his high; slowly easing his fingers out of you before he pulls out completely.

He brings his phone down to your pussy, filming the cum that trickles down to the sofa underneath you.

“Look at her pussy full of my cum. D’you think it’s enough to get her pregnant?” The words spill out of Seungcheol’s mouth quicker than he can think and you let out a shaky breath at his words, unintentionally pushing his cum out as he continues to film. “Or should I keep cumming in her and filling her up? Fuck my cum deeper into her pussy so I know she’ll get nice and pregnant.” He ends in a chuckle as he pans the camera up to your face; catching the way you bite your lip and the way your eyes glaze over in complete lust despite how tired you were.

“What do you think, babygirl?”

“I---I think… I think s-sir needs to---to keep filling me up with his c-cum…”

“Right answer, babygirl.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

“On the Edge”verse - Stern and Barclay act out a scene where Stern, trying to hide that he’s a Sylph, shows up in Barclay’s, a famous cryptozoologist who is trying to find and document the werewolf, room late at night to intimidate him into leaving town. He tells Barclay that he is an FBI agent undercover at the lodge and that having any kind of reporter could jeopardize his mission. Barclay tells him to fuck off and things get heated, Stern accidentally gets revealed as the werewolf and tries another method of intimidation. NSFW, please

Here you go! For folks who want to know, On the Edge is my reverse AU. You can read this as a standalone as long as you know that Barclay is a human cook and amateur cryptid hunter and Stern is a Sylph.  Barclay is trans, and has had top surgery and phallo.

“What would you’ve done if I made it back and shared that footage I got of you?” Barclay asks from his favorite spot in the world; laid out on his boyfriends furry torso, watching him try to do a crossword puzzle without tearing the pages on his claws.

“After Mama read me the riot act, I would have tried to get it back from you before you could put it online.”

“You realize it woulda looked hella suspicious if the Lodge Manager was suddenly trying to get me to turn over my camera. Or, like, snooping in my room.”

“Hmmm” Joseph sets the puzzle book and pen aside, scratching Barclay’s back lightly through his shirt, “I would have come up with a cover story. I’m not bad at those.”

“Babe, I love you, but you’re one of the worst actors I’ve ever met.”

“That’s in roleplay. Cover stories are different; I’m me, but in a different context. I could have pretended to be an FBI Agent, for instance.”

“Oh fuck that’s hot.” Barclay groans.

“Yeah? In that case, big guy,  I have an idea...”

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Joseph adjusts his tie, smooths down his lapels, and knocks on the door. A click-thunk of the deadbolt and it swings open, revealing his favorite Lodge resident. Barclay is a lumberjack pin-up come to life, complete with short beard and a fondness for plaid. He’s gentle to a fault, an amazing cook, and taller than Stern (when he’s human, of course). His size features frequently in the unhelpful part of Sterns brain dedicated to fantasizing about his future mate.

“Hey, you’re up kinda late.” Barclay smiles at him. His auburn hair is tied back, his thick, blue bathrobe tied tight, and for a moment Stern is tongue-tied.

When he collects himself, he crowds the other man back into the room, “It’s because something important has come up.”

“Do you have a sec before you get into it? I have something I gotta show you. You know how I’ve been on the trail of those werewolf sightings? I finally got lucky and got footage of it. An honest to god werewolf, Joseph, can you believe it.”

“Yes” he says, grimly, “that’s why I’m here. I, um, haven’t been honest with you. I’m not just the manager here at Amnesty. I’m an FBI agent with the department of Unexplained Phenomenon, and I’ve been investigating the strange goings-on in Kepler for years.”

“But...but that’s great! We can work together, with my footage and your resources, we could finally prove the existence of cryptids.” Barclay grabs his arms, beaming.

Joseph shrugs them off, “No, it’s not good at all. Barclay, I’ve dedicated my life to this mission. Any kind of publicity could put it all at risk, and that is not something I will allow. Which is why” he holds out his hand, “you’re going to give me the footage.”

Barclay balks, “Like hell I am. You wanna talk about life’s work? Half my profession thinks I’m crazy, and I’ve spent years wandering around every fucking backwater town, chasing every half-baked, wild-ass lead in hopes of finding the truth. This footage is it, it’s everything I’ve worked for, and no one is taking it from me.”

“If you don’t hand it over, I’ll charge you with interference in goverment business.”

“Fucking try it.” Barclay brings them toe to toe, glaring down at him, “the man in black shit’s never scared me.”

“It should. I know you’ve heard theories about what we do to people who know too much, and some of them are true.”

“I thought you were better than this, Joseph. I thought you were on my side.”

“I could be, if you cooperate. I don’t want to do this, any of this, but my mission is to valuable to let you post that video.”

Brown eyes dart towards the cookie-cutter dresser, the same one in each room of the lodge. Atop this one is a SIM card. Joseph is just a little faster than Barclay, grabbing the card the instant before the taller man grabs him.

“Get your hands off me!’

“Give me back my fucking stuff!”

Joseph pushes off the dresser, nearly sending them both to the floor, “No, I have it, it’s goverment property now!”

A laugh that Barclay just manages to cover with a growl, “That’s not how that works, asshole!”

“Face facts Barclay, the footage is mine, and I’m going to get rid of it.”

Barclay grabs his wrist, twisting it to try and free the card, “Over my dead fucking body!”

Joseph shoves him away, discovers two things at once: Barclay has the card, and his enchanted bracelet is on the floor. The suit rips as reality shifts, black fabric hanging, tattered, as the tie snaps and drops onto the rug.

“Hah!” Barclay’s eyes are on the plastic square in his palm. It’s not until he hears the growl that he glances up, “fuck!”

“Over your dead body?” Joseph bares his teeth, “that can be arranged.”

Barclay stumbles backwards, too focused on the werewolf stalking towards him to watch his step. His knees catch the edge of the bed and he falls onto it with a yelp. Keeps crawling, as if the headboard and wall will just dissolve when he hits them, rather than trap him. Or maybe he’s planning to hide under the cover. Joseph doesn’t really care, his plan allows for plenty of contingencies.

“You, you’re the one. The wolf in the video.”

“That’s right.” He reaches out, plucks the card from Barclays fingers. Waits until he’s watching to snap it in half and toss the pieces into the trash, “hmm, that was much easier. Maybe I should have started with this plan. I avoided it due to the downsides.”

“Like?” Barclay is gradually flattening against the headboard.

“Like the fact that if you know the whole truth about me, I can’t let you leave.”

“Joseph, please-”

“I didn’t want to do this, but you didn’t leave me much choice.”

“I’m gonna call for help, someone’ll hear me-”

“Everyone at the Lodge knows the truth about me, knows I’m getting that footage tonight. They won’t come to help you, not matter what they hear through the walls.” He snarls, grabbing Barclay’s ankles and yanking him flat on his back. Fear spikes though the air, sharp and acid in his nose. The sweeter scent of arousal floats behind it. He ignores that part; it must be coming from another room.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Barclay pulls a pillow protectively across his chest, “Wait! T-there’s a duplicate if the video. I burned it to another drive just in case. If, if you kill me, it’ll always be out there, waiting for someone to find it.”

Joseph cocks his head, “That does put us at an impasse.”

“If you promise not to hurt me, I’ll give it to you AHgod” He whimpers as Joseph crawls up his body, nudging the robe open with his snout as he scents the arousal once more. It’s undoubtedly coming from the man under him.

He drags his tongue up Barclay’s throat, grips his chin to force him to keep it exposed as he snuffles and licks at it, “That’s fair. And I have a further, um, incentive for you. You” he growls low in Barclay’s ear, chuckles when he squirms, “monsterfucker.”

“Do you mean you’ll, uh” his voice creeps up an octave, “fuck me? Like, fuck me fuck me?”

“Yes, needy boy, it does.”

“Drive’s in the bottom of my suitcase, in the trick bottom of the black pair of boots.”

Joseph laughs, “That didn’t take long. I’ll deal with it later.” He flips Barclay onto his stomach with ease, “right now I have a handsome human to handle.”

“Yes, fuck, please handle me babe, please. Wanted you to touch me for months.” Barclay flails his robe off.

“Yeah?” Joseph ghosts his claws up and down the human’s sides, “does the werewolf thing add to that desire?”

“Yes” the blush spreads up his back, “I just, I want you so bad Joseph, in any form, every form.”

“Was that what you were thinking of when you put this in?” Joseph presses his thumb down on the blue, silicone plug nestled in Barclays’ ass.

“Look, jerking off to you is an important part of my nightly routine.”

“I do love a man with a schedule.” He squeezes his ass in both hands, admiring the pinpricks of red from his claws. Barclay whimpers, pushes his hips up as Joseph goes for another handful.

“I see someone likes to be submissive.”

“Fuck yeah, wanna be held down, roughed up, wanna do what I’m told.”

“Oh? Does this fit the bill?” Joseph blankets himself over the human, letting him feel how he dwarfs him.

“Uhhuh, fuck, fuck that’s so fucking hot.”

The werewolf noses the base of his neck, draws his lips back to bite it. It doesn’t break the skin, but it clearly communicates that Barclay cannot get away unless Joseph allows it. It’s rude, an inelegant sign of dominance over a partner, but Barclay has not been well-behaved tonight. And from the sounds spilling out of his chest, he likes the threat of teeth on tender skin.

Joseph rolls his hips, grinding until his cock perks up. As soon as it bumps him, Barclay reaches off the side of the bed, retrieving a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

“Glad you have a large bottle. We’re going to need it.” He works the plug out, hums approvingly when he finds it on the larger end. Dumps a handful of lube onto his cock, trying not to think of how much laundry this will all generate.

“On your knees and raise your hips. Good boy.” He works the tip in, Barclay moaning the entire time.

“More, I want more, please” the human pushes back, cried out in delight when he gains another inch. Joseph is keenly aware that his tongue is starting to loll out as he watches Barclay spread wider and wider on his cock. It’s been years since he fucked a human this way, and the tight warmth has him panting in no time.

“So, should I, ahfuck, expect your next book to include a chapter on the mating habits of werewolves?” Joseph teases, pulling Barclay’s hair free of it’s tie so he can bury is face in it, scenting him in new ways.

“Y-yeah but it’s, it’s gonnaFUCK, be like a fucking sentence, max, because the other is too busy getting his brains fucked out to research.”

“Why not do both at once?” He grips the human tight, hauls him upright and turns them ninety degrees to face the mirror on the closet door. Barclay takes one look at the clawed hands grabbing his chest and waist and tips his head back to moan loud enough that Joseph’s ears perk up. The fact he just slid another inch down his cock may also be a factor.

“Now” Joseph skates a hand down his tan, hairy belly, stops to tease his cock once before continuing lower, tilting the human so he can clearly see the cock thrusting into him, “you’ll notice that you’re hitting the protoknot. In many instances of sex, it’s the stopping point.”

“Don’t wanna stop, wanna take it” Barclay paws at Josephs arms and thighs.

“I thought you might say that.  I suggest bracing your hands on mine so you’re upper body isn’t thrown about.” He plants his hands on Barclays hips, waits for the human to follow the suggestion. Slowly, he puts more and more downward pressure on that sturdy yet oh-so-fragile frame. At the same time, he pushes his hips up, wiggling them back and forth, side to side, so the knot works in incrementally. Barclay gasps and grunts, holding him so tight that he feels his fingernails through the fur on his hands.

He gives a sharp growl and a final thrust, and bottoms out.

“AHnnnngod”

“I agree.” He dips his head, nipping and mouthing at Barclay’s shoulders. Then he grins, “if you want a sense of scale, look down.”

Barclay does, whimpering when he sees the outline of Josephs’ cock inside him.

“For such a sweet little mate, you can take an awful lot.” He starts on a slow tempo, Barclay reaching down to touch his lower belly.

“Holy shit, that’s wild. I wonder if--uh, b-babe? What’s happening.”

Joseph kisses his cheek, “Remember how I called it a protoknot?”

“It’s gonna get bigger?” There’s a fine line between excitement and hysteria, and Barclays’ voice is riding it.

“Yes. This is a reward, but it’s also insurance against you running off an revealing my existence. Keeping you stuck on my cock all night is an excellent way to keep you from acting on any second thoughts. Mmmmm, oh that’s good” he speeds up, the human bouncing in his lap, “I cannot wait to fill you up. It’s going to take all night and it’s going to be great, you’ll be covered in my marks, stuffed full of my cum, no one will doubt you’re mine.”

Barclay snickers, “Getting territorial on me, blue eyes?”

In reply, Joseph sinks his teeth into his shoulder, the thought of anyone else daring to touch his human, his Barclay, his mate, his love, driving his hips faster and faster until he spills into him, leaving no doubt as to who his ass belongs to.

“FUCKfuck, babe, baby, ohgod” Barclay wriggles, then throws his head back as Joseph closes his fingers around his cock. Turning his face leaves it half-buried in black fur, his breath warm on Josephs upper chest, “yes, that feels so good, please don’t stop, wanna cum, wanna cum on your cock.”

Joseph kisses his head, “You will, good boy, I promise.” He works him over with loving efficiency, growing more protective and affectionate with every moan and whine that Barclay tries to muffle in his chest. When the human cums he bears down and tightens, which Joseph’s body takes as a cue. He cums again as he strokes Barclay through his climax, letting out a satisfied growl at the fact he can already feel his cum starting to pool around the head of his cock.

“You’re so small” He coos, caressing every part of the human he can reach, “you’re already straining to take it. I wonder what state you’ll be in tomorrow morning.”

Barclay raises a clawed hand to his lips, kissing it before rubbing his cheek into the palm, “Only one way to find out.”

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“Barclay? Are you with me, big guy?” Human fingers card the hair from his face as warm lips kiss his forehead and nose.

“Uh huh. When did I finally conk out?”

“Around three in the morning. I was able to pull out about a half hour later. I toweled off the worst of the mess, but you’ll probably still want a bath.”

He opens his eyes; Joseph, in his X-Files pajamas, smiles at him and then nestles down into his arms, “I already started coffee, and I got you those granola bars you like so you’re not going into your shift too hungry.”

“Thanks, babe.”

”Are you sore?”

“Sitting might be a challenge today, but it was worth it.”

“Need anything?”

He tips his boyfriend’s chin up to kiss him, “Nope. Got what I need right here.”

[mycomfortblanket]

Written in Ink chp 3

Waking up on the couch wasn't that unusual for Toph. Even though her bedroom was just down a small hallway from the living room, she often crashed here out of pure laziness.

But, what was unusual, is the arm she can feel slung over her body. It isn't necessarily wrapped around her waist in a cuddling sense, but more of ‘nowhere to put my arm but over you’. She knows who it is behind her and she tries with everything in her to not smile, but she fails miserably. The pterodactyls in her stomach are causing all sorts of mayhem and she wills them to calm down.

Against her better judgement, she snuggles down deeper into his embrace. No one would know that she stayed like this for a few more moments and soak up this guilty pleasure. Closing her eyes again, she falls back asleep without meaning to.

Aang wakes up with his face covered in long black hair and a dead arm. Lifting his other arm, he pushes the hair out of his face and looks down at the girl who is snuggled into his front. He vaguely remembers them gradually moving so that they were laying down together.

His head had fallen back and was lodged between the couch cushions and her back and slowly, Toph’s legs had moved from being bunched up in front of her, to stretching out along the couch with his and slowly, they must have worked their way into this position.

Her face is buried in his neck and her head is resting on his arm that is stretched out underneath her. If he is being completely honest with himself, he really doesn’t want to move from this position, but his bladder is about to explode.

Carefully untangling himself from her, he tip-toes over to the bathroom to relieve the pressure in his bladder. On his way, he glances at his phone to see that it’s only 6 am, so no chance of anyone else being awake. Walking back to the couch, he wonders what the appropriate thing to do is. He could sleep on the floor, but glancing around, he sees that the only blankets are covering Toph and Sokka and Suki, and he is not about to sleep on the hardwood floor without a blanket.

Letting out a deep sigh, he climbs back over Toph and attempts to get back in his previous position but accidently jostles her awake, “Stop moving,” she mumbles, rubbing her face against his chest.

“If you weren’t taking up so much of the couch, I wouldn’t be having trouble,” Aang replies, getting his arm underneath her head again.

“Whatever, just shut up, I’m sleeping,” she mumbles again before lifting her face slightly to bury it into his neck.

He tries, he really does, not to smile. He drapes his arm over her waist again and plays with the hem of her shirt as her breathing lulls him back to sleep.

The smell of pancakes draws him slowly out of his dreams. He notices that he has shifted to his back and Toph was practically on top of him, her cheek resting on his sternum, one of her arms tucked into herself and the other underneath her and her legs were on either side of him. He rubs a hand over his face in annoyance of how he had let himself get into this position so easily.

Aang raises his arms over his head and stretches slightly popping his joints in the process. Moving slowly out from underneath her again, he is finally able to successfully stand up and leave the couch with her still asleep.

Katara sees him from the kitchen and smiles to herself at how careful he is not to wake Toph. “Hey Aang! Breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes. You can shower if you want, there's towels in the closet.” He glances over at her and nods and starts to make his way towards the bathroom.

After washing the soap off his body, he stands under the spray of the water for a moment when he hears the bathroom door bang open and then close again.  Through the shower door, he sees Toph standing at the counter, holding her toothbrush and uncapping her toothpaste.

“Fuck, Toph! I'm in the shower!”

“Cool, make sure to get behind your ears,” she calls back with a mouth full of toothpaste.

“I mean, I'm naked,”

“Oh no,” she says, sarcastically, she turns towards him with her hand over her eyes, “I promise I won't look.”

Aang rolls his eyes and turns off the water, grabbing the towel from the bar. Toweling himself off, he steps out of the shower and stands behind her, “That's not what I meant and you know it.”

“Whatever,” she mumbles, washing off her toothbrush, “Hurry up, Katara is almost done with breakfast and Zuko is a syrup hog.”

When he finally comes out of the bathroom, he sees the only open spot at the table, of course, is next to Toph. His plate is already made with a stack of pancakes, eggs, and a glass of orange juice.

Aang plops down in the chair next to her, “Thanks for breakfast,” he says to Katara, picking up his fork and scooping up some eggs.

Toph leans towards him slightly, “She only makes breakfast like this when she gets laid.”

“Hey!” Katara yells out at the same time Sokka groans, “That's my baby sister!”

Aang stifles a laugh and looks over at Toph who has a smirk on her face and is smearing Nutella over her pancakes. Even though they weren't necessarily speaking or trying to get close to each other, he felt a strong attraction to her and everything she did. Even her small sentences to him made him smile.

The next few days passed without much happening to distinguish the days. He woke up, went to class, worked a shift, and then went home.

He can count on one hand the amount of time he had seen Toph that week. He’d seen her once at the restaurant but was too busy to actually stop by their table.  The second time was across campus, it was weird how he could spot out in the middle of a crowd. She must have been at least 100 feet away going in the opposite direction, but still, his eyes locked on her instantly.  The last time he had seen her was briefly in Katara's car when she dropped Zuko off for his shift at Jasmine Dragon. He had been wiping down the table by the window when he noticed and Katara caught his eye and smiled and waved at him and said something to Toph who just blushed slightly and sunk lower in her seat.

Later that same night, Aang invited Zuko over for video games. He had asked if Katara could come as well, but that she would just want to read her book on the couch or something, and Aang didn’t see any problem with that so he agreed.

Honestly, he should have seen it coming. Toph was standing directly behind Katara when he opened the door so he didn’t see her at first. But when he did, all the air was stolen from his lungs.  She was wearing a faded green t-shirt with black skinny jeans and converse. Her hair was in space buns and she had cute little rocketship earrings in. All he could do was stare at her as she ran her cane across the floor and walked into his apartment.

Zuko and Katara were taking up one couch, leaving the love seat for him and Toph, “They dragged me along. Claimed I was spending too much time at the apartment,” she said, standing beside him.

“It’s fine. The couch and coffee table are directly in front of you to the left. The lovebirds over there took  the big couch.”

“Figures. They've been trying to get me to text you for a few days now,” she says walking towards the couch. He follows and sits next to her, taking the controller from Zuko when he hands it to him.

“Ha. Yeah. Zuko put your number in my phone yesterday. It's all I ever hear about at work. ‘The soulmate thing isn't so bad, you guys would hang out all the time. You're perfect for each other’.” Aang says, lowering his voice an octave to impersonate him.  Toph snorts at his lame attempt at mockery and leans back into the couch. Even though Aang is playing the video game with Zuko, him and Toph keep up a steady conversation jumping from topic to topic without any pauses.

Around 9, Katara’s phone goes off. She stands up and goes into the kitchen, covering one of her ears to hear over the tv.  When she comes back, she glances over at Aang and Toph before shifting her gaze to Zuko, “Sokka’s in the hospital for doing some dare from one of his friends.” She goes over to the coffee table and begins to gather her book and other stuff.

“Is he okay?” Aang and Zuko both ask at the same time.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Was just being a dumbass and broke something. I have to go down there and bring him the insurance card and give him a ride home since he's doped up on pain meds.”

“Want me to go with you?” Zuko says, already standing up and pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Katara smiles at him and nods her head appreciatively, “Toph, are you-”

“Hell no, Princess. I’ll stay here with Aang. He can take me home,” Toph interrupts, crossing her arms and sinking further into the couch.  Katara glances over at Aang who just shrugs and sinks back into the couch as well.

“Okay, then I'll see you at home. Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” Katara calls out as her and Zuko leave the house.

“So… what do you want to do?” Aang asks.

30 minutes after Katara and Zuko left, Aang and Toph are sitting on the couch facing each other with a bowl of popcorn between them.

Just like at the party and during the video game, the conversation easily flowed from one thing to another.

“Do you just walk into bathrooms no matter who is in there or what they're doing?” Aang asks through a laugh.

“I do it to Katara at least once a week and I think I did it to Sokka twice. But, to be fair, I didn't even know he was at the apartment when it happened. You'd think the door would have a lock on it,” Toph says through a mouth full of popcorn. The smile on Aang’s face hasn't gone away since they started talking a few minutes after Katara and Zuko left.

She leans into the couch, stretching her arms and legs out and then stands up, walking around the coffee table easily.  Toph turns towards him slightly with her head slightly cocked, “So what's in your living room? I want to get a feel for the place, make sure you don't have a sex swing over in the corner.”

Aang snorts, but stands up as well, “I think Katara would have said something about the sex swing although she didn't say anything about the chains hanging from the ceiling,” he smiles when his lame jokes earns a snort from her. He walks over and stands beside her. “You know where the couch is, and directly next to it is a bookshelf; it's got a bunch of paperback books and some of my old textbooks, some photos of friends, and my little cactus.”

He lightly places his hands on her shoulders and turns her towards the kitchen. When his hands made contact with her shoulders, a shiver runs down her spin and into her hands.

“And this way is the kitchen. It's pretty small and there's no kitchen table, I usually eat my meals at the coffee table or at my desk.”

Slipping out from underneath his hands, Toph walks over to where he said his bookshelf is. She somehow manages to be directly in front of it with no problem.  She lifts a hand and runs a finger across the spines of the books before pulling one off the shelf. She feels through the pages and can tell that the book is well worn.

“What book is this?”

“Uh,” Aang walks over and shifts the book in her hands so he can see, “That's 'It' by Stephen King. It's about a killer clown that lives in the sewers of a town and kills kids.”

Toph raises her eyebrows at him and lifts the book towards him, “That sounds badass. Read it to me?”

“Really? It's a pretty long story, almost 1400 pages.”

“Yeah, read it to me. I like hearing stories but no one ever has time to read to me,” she says, brushing past him again and back towards the couch.

“Okay…” he says hesitantly. He's never read out loud to anyone and instantly can feel the anxiety rise up in his chest.

Toph lays down on the couch with the bowl of popcorn in her lap. Aang comes over and sits beside her, opening the book to the first page.   They get about 20 pages in when she is barely able to keep her eyes open.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He whispers to her.

“No, Imma sleep right here,” she mumbles

“How about you sleep in my bed and I'll sleep out here?”

“How about I sleep in your bed and you sleep there too?”  This catches him off guard. Sleeping in the same bed as her? Was she wanting to do something or was she just wanting to sleep?

Toph keeps her eyes closed and lifts her hands in the air, “Will you carry me? I'm broken and can't move.”  Aang laughs through his nose and gets up, putting the book on the coffee table and moves to gather her in his arms.  Picking her up bridal style he begins to move towards the bedroom. He manages to get her under the covers without too much trouble and pulls the blankets up to her chin.

“You're going to stay, right?” Toph whispers.

“Uh… no I was going to sleep in the living room.”

“No, stay with me. No funny business. I just don't like to sleep alone…” she says, her voice becoming quieter as if she is embarrassed.  Aang looks down at her tired face. He breathes out a deep sigh before moving to the other side of the bed and climbing in. He pulls off his pants and tosses them in the general direction of the laundry basket.

“Ohhh, getting naked, are we?” Toph asks in a slightly suggestive tone with a barely concealed laugh.

Aang laughs through his nose, “No, dumbass. I can't sleep in pants. I have my boxers on.”

“Well, shit. If you get to be comfortable, then so do I,” she sits up and I clasps her bra underneath her shirt and pulls it out from her shirt sleeve. Tossing it over the side of the bed she lays back down only to pusher her hips into the air and pull off her shorts, leaving her in some bright blue panties.

“Those are very nice, did you wear them especially for me?” Aang asks, poking her cheek.

“Oh whatever. If these old things turn you on, I'd hate to see what a full lingerie set would do to you,” Toph laughs.

Rolling over to his side of the bed, she places her forehead against his bicep and encircles his arm with her. She throws one of her legs over his and pulls him to her slightly. “Don't read too much into this, we’re just two people sharing a bed together,” she whispers out.

“Right… just sharing a bed,” Aang repeats staring up at the ceiling.

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[parkersharthook]

Avengers React

Peter Stark-Rogers & Stark-Rogers!reader (twins)

warnings: alcohol consumption, idiot 21 year olds, slight embarassment and humiliation, but in the loving family way ya know?

2.3k+ words

series masterlist

@tcnyparker​ commented: you should do a sequel with how the avengers react to the video 😂 so yeah I took that comment and ran with it lol

sequel to this (x) << I recommend reading it first

“I am so excited to watch this video of you guys making a fool of yourself.” Clint said with a smile as he jumped over the back of the couch, landing not so gracefully with a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

Natasha snickered as she grabbed a handful of the popcorn, “it’ll definitely be good.”

Peter looked up from his textbook confused, “what video?”

“The truth or drink thing you did a few weeks ago, it aired earlier today.”

Peter perked up instantly, shutting his textbook and moving from the kitchen table to the living room where they were sitting. “it did?”

“yep and we’re gonna watch it. We’re waiting for the others of course and your sister but we’re definitely gonna watch it and make fun of you.”

“oh wow thanks Clint.”

He leaned his head against the back of the couch and smiled cheekily. As if on cue, Wanda, Sam and Bucky came into the common room. They all sat in various spots around the room and looked expectantly at the TV and then at Natasha when she made no move to turn it on.

“are we watching the video or not?”

“chill bucket we’ll get to it. You think I wanna miss the reaction the Superdads™️ have?”

Sam leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up. “can we hurry them up then?”

“You know when I made you captain America, I assumed it meant you were a patient man.” Steve said with a smirk as he settled onto the already crowded couch, Tony quickly taking his spot on Steve’s lap.

“A, you knew what I was before you made me anything. B, get a room.”

“Well we did but then you summoned us to watch the video.” Tony quipped easily.

Peter blanched and instantly shivered in disgust, “ew I don’t need to hear this. Just- ew- bleh no.”

Tony turned to him, “I wanna say something like without that you wouldn’t be here but you’re adopted.”

Peter pointed a finger at him, “then shut your trap about it. You don’t have an excuse.”

Clint took a quick scan of the room, “where’s y/n? and banner?”

Bucky lazily gestured, snuggling further into the plush couch. “Banner is at a science conference and y/n is in her room.”

“FRIDAY, tell y/n to meet us in the common room will you?” Natasha supplied for them.

A moment later you walked into the room, still reading something off your phone as you bit into an apple casually. “what did you guys need?”

You glanced up to see everyone staring at you expectantly. “what?”

Peter sighed deeply, “they want to watch our truth or drink video and then make fun of us.”

“oh.” And then you shrugged and joined them on the couch.

Peter’s brow shot up, “you’re okay with this?”

“They’re going to do it anyways, plus they’re also making fun of you which I can’t miss.” You paused for a quick second, “and I have no shame.”

“wait! Don’t start without me!” Harley screeched from down the hall before sliding into the room on his socks and hurling himself onto the couch, ignoring the groans of protest. They really needed to get a bigger couch. He wiggled slightly and then relaxed, “okay start the video.”

-

[To get started, who is the favorite child?]

You laughed slightly, “between just us two or also Harley and Morgan?”

“Well if we include them, it’s definitely Morgan.” Peter laughed

“Oh hands down it’s Morgan, no questions asked.” You sipped at the rum and coke they provided you with, “but between the two of us it’s you Peter.”

-

Steve paused the video and looked over at the two with an unimpressed look, “we do not have favorites.”

You just wanted to snicker because that may have been a record. 7 seconds in and you had already disappointed Pops.

Tony’s brow furrowed, “I’m more concerned that you two are just casually sipping at some drinks. No wincing, nothing.”

“moving on…” Peter quickly evaded, starting the video up again.

-

You were now shouting at him, “I’m literally taking over dad’s company when I’m older!”

Peter pointed at you harshly, “We’re both doing that and you know that. You’re just gonna be the Pepper Potts in the situation.”

You smirked at him “And you’re trying to tell me that Pepper is less successful than dad?”

-

Natasha cackled, “she makes a good point peter.”

“yes I know that and if you let the video play all the way through, you would have seen that I conceded that point.”

Nat shot him an unimpressed look causing Peter to wither slightly. Play.

-

[Have you ever stolen from either of your dads?]

Peter snorted, “well I’m assuming the answer is yes if you stole from me.”

Tony looked over with a serious expression, “y/n you better come clean right now and not let me find out from a video if you stole something from us.”

You rolled your eyes with a huff, “you guys have no faith in me I swear! Just play the damn video.”

-

You rolled your eyes, “Well I value dad and pop’s stuff more than yours so me stealing from you means nothing.” Peter rolled his eyes as you thought about the question. “I actually don’t think I have, I’ve never needed to.”

-

“I’ll take an apology now thanks.”

“you’ll take not being grounded.”

“yeah that works too.” You promptly shut your mouth and let the video continue

-

[Who's the sluttier sibling?]

You laughed, “Oh me by like 10000 percent.”

Peter shook his head and took a generous sip, “I didn’t want to say it but….”

You smiled and nodded at him, “No, I wear that badge with pride, it’s definitely me.”

-

Clint outright cackled at this. Like hands on his stomach, keening forward, laughter bouncing off the walls, tears in his eyes cackled.

Steve just rubbed his temple, “Y/n we’ve talked about having a good public image.”

You squinted at him, “your own husband, my father and roll model, has a rep ten thousand times worse at 21 and yet I’m being scolded?”

Wanda surprised herself with a laugh before quickly covering her mouth with a small ‘sorry’. Tony squeezed Steve’s bicep, “don’t worry she’s already doing much better than me. It’s fine if she owns her sexuality, doesn’t mean we want to hear about it.”

“then shut your ears off.” Clint supplied casually. A beat of silence, “wait that’s just a me thing. Right, sorry.”

-

[which parent do you like better?]

-

“do we even want to know?” Steve asked, already so over this video.

Bucky laughed, “just watch the video.”

-

You giggled slightly as you finished off your second glass, “I think I might be a little drunk.”

“off two glasses?” peter knocked back the rest of his, “lightweight.”

“that first drink was more rum than coke and this one was probably 4 shots of tequila over ice.”

Peter raised a single brow at you and poured himself a shot of vodka, “lightweight. Shot?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah sure.” The two of you knocked back the shots easily, only a slight grimace present on your faces.

Peter shook his head like a dog and smacked his own check lightly a few times, “focus. Back to the question.”

You looked off camera with a lazy smile, “which was?’

-

You grimaced slightly, “okay now I’m getting slightly embarrassed. Nat just laid a hand on your shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze.

-

[which parent do you like better?]

Peter shook his head, “I’m not answering that…”

You also shook your head, “I’m not answering that either… I mean, I have an answer but I’m not gonna say it.”

Peter widened his eyes at you, “you have an answer? I honestly don’t think I could choose.”

You winked obnoxiously, “I can and I did.”

-

Tony paused the video and looked over to you. You were giggling quietly, chewing on your thumbnail in faux casualness. “you have a favorite dad?”

“maybe….”

“is it me?”

Steve scoffed, “no it’s obviously me.”

“You know y/n I’ve been meaning to get you something, let me just go get it from the lab.” Tony scurried off of Steve’s lap and ran out of the room.

Steve was quick to follow his actions, “I have something for you to just wait!”

Sam began laughing the minute they were out of the room and then looked to you, “that’s just cold.”

You let out a laugh of your own, “watch the rest.”

-

“are you kidding? They’re gonna shower me with shit to become the favorite or to woo it out of me.”

Peter laughed again and you could see his cheeks get a little pink. Oh yeah… he was getting drunk. “now they’re not because you said that.”

“oh they definitely paused the video right after I said that. The rest of this is moot to them.”

-

The room filled with loud laughter. Damn, your parents were predictable.

-

[Have you ever disliked one of your sibling’s partners?]

You snapped your fingers, “Oh wait! there was one I didn’t like.”

Peter frowned in confusion, “what? Who?”

“Harry.”

“oh.” A pause, “Ooohhhhh.” Peter chuckled loudly, “You just didn’t like us together because you wanted him for yourself.”

“Not true.”

“so true.”

-

“it’s true.” Wanda supplied causing you to blush and groan slightly.

-

[who of your sibling’s friends is the hottest?]

You clicked your tongue, “Oh Johnny by farrrrr.”

-

“You like Johnny?” Harley questioned.

You rolled your eyes, “no I don’t like him, I just recognize that he’s hot.” You patted Harley’s hand, “I’m not gonna steal your best friend.”

Harley rolled his eyes, “I was just gonna ask if you wanted me to set it up for you.”

“no.”

-

[If your sibling killed someone, would you help them hide the body?]

Peter shook his head and sighed, “no.”

You looked at peter with contempt, “Wow, I bet Harley would help me.”

“Then ask him.”

-

You looked to him expectantly with a brow raised. He scoffed, “of course I would help you.”

You reached out a hand to give him a fist bump before staring daggers at Peter, “see? Harley knows what it means to be a good brother.”

Peter just rolled his eyes, “still not helping you.”

-

[Who’s your favorite aunt/uncle?]

-

“alright!” Peter yelled quickly stopping the video, obviously remembering what he said. “that’s enough of this.”

“no!” Clint whined as he made grabby hands for the master remote. “c’mon we wanna see who you like best.”

Wanda sniggered, “just let them see it. Worse that happens is one of them kicks your ass during sparring.”

Peter just grumbled and unpaused the video.

-

You shrugged and rolled your head slightly, “I don’t think I have a favorite… I’m closest to Sam but that doesn’t necessarily make him my favorite.”

-

“hey! I take offense to that!” Sam whined

You shrugged slightly, “if it’s any consolation, you’re my favorite captain America.”

Sam smiled and turned back to the TV, “yeah I’ll take that. That’s good.”

-

Peter nodded and answered quickly, “Thor.”

You laughed, “Nat’s gonna kill you”

Peter’s eyes widened in shock, “fuck! I take it back, it’s definitely Nat.”

You shook your head, “Can’t take it back now…”

Peter shrugged and casually said, “I’m dead.”

-

Peter blushed and cautiously looked over to Natasha who sat with a deadly smirk on her face. Peter stuttered, “I mean- yes- no – I obviously- Of course it’s you!” He waved his arms around frantically, “ya know… spiders!”

Natasha just narrowed her eyes and cocked her head, “it’s okay Peter. I don’t care.” You fought back your laughter, “do you mind getting me a beer from the fridge? Since your standing…”

Peter jumped into action immediately, “of course!”

Bucky huffed out in laughter, “don’t be mean to the kid.”

You laughed as Nat rolled her eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

-

[What’s the most embarrassing story you can think of about one of our family members? [if you can’t answer take 2 shots]

“One time Clint was trying to pull a prank on our dads and he was executing said plan through the air vents and one of the vent opening grate things was loose and when he put his weight on it, he fell through and onto Bucky��s lap in the common area so everyone saw it.” You waggled a finger in the air, “Very funny.”

-

Clint frowned, “you’re the worst.”

-

[Are there any secret relationships going on in the tower? If you can’t answer take 2 shots.]

“Can’t say.”

“Can’t say.”

-

Bucky eyed Clint with a knowing expression. Clint sighed dramatically, “okay fine I take it back. You’re the best. Thanks for keeping me and buckaroo a secret.”

You grinned at him, “anytime.”

-

[Is the black widow a maternal figure?]

Peter smiled, “actually yeah…”

“She babysat us all the time when our dads were unavailable or had date night or whatever.” You smiled as you recalled the fond memory.

“Best aunt we could ask for.”

-

Natasha smiled at the of you before hugging you each, “you guys are ruining my rep.”

You shrugged, “sure but in the best way possible.”

Natasha’s eyes softened slightly, “yeah I suppose.”

-

The video finally ended with Peter and you slightly more drunk than you had hoped to get. You sunk deeper into the couch, a permanent pink ting on your cheeks. “I feel like that was way more embarrassing for me than Peter.”

Wanda laughed, “you did say you have no shame.”

Sam was next, “and obviously no filter.”

You rolled your eyes, “oh har har.”

Nat wrapped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you close, “you did great. It was fine.”

“thanks.” You smiled at her then glanced at the arm comforting you. “see? This is the reason your rep is ruined.”

Nat just scoffed and before playfully shoving you. You smiled at her before glancing around the room. Best family ever.

-

edited 5/18/20 (I took out the slight harley/johnny)

[softanxiouspatton]

[Roceit] Scaled Seduction

[Okay, I started writing this purely as a crack fic which ended up as an actual just silly fluffy fic. I don’t know how but clearly you can tell I have never written a crack fic before.]

Genre: Fluff I guess.

Rating: PG-13.

Pairing(s): Romantic Roceit, Platonic Logicality (could be seen as romantic), 

Word Count: 1,637 words.

Warnings: Mature Language, mentioned sex and sexual content, nudity, and snitties.

Summary: Deceit knows he’s losing the court case. So he decides to use some totally not dirty tricks.

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Deceit knew all their weaknesses. Patton was a slut for second cookies and praise. Virgil loved encouragement and spiders. Logan couldn't help himself when it came to a healthy debate or documentary. And Roman…

Roman might have been a flirt but he was weak to compliments, flirts and exposed skin. 

So here he was, trying to win a court case in one of Thomas' videos. 

He's used compliments and flirts. He just needed something to help him win the case. He hummed. He knew Roman better than all of the sides… though Remus did mentioned something a while ago about Roman… what was it…

"Y'know my bro would go cuckoo bananas over your snitties." Said Remus casually. Deceit looked covering at him. "My… what?" Said Deceit bewildered. "Snitties. Snake y'know. Roman is a whore for your body. He thinks you're a sexy motherfucker. And he wants to do the yucky love stuff with you too. But yeah he wants to fuck you." Said Remus bluntly, focused on creating a purple spider. 

Deceit blinked. "I see…" Said Deceit surprised. "I think it would be mighty sexy of you to accept the yucky love he has for you." Muttered Remus. Deceit nodded and he focused back on what he was doing. 

Deceit smirked. Well… he might as well use that to his advantage. 

He fanned himself with his hand. "My goodness it's quite warm in here, even for me." Sighed Deceit, lying without any worries. He pulled his bowtie off and undid his shirt halfway down, exposing what Remus called his "snitties". (It was simply his bare chest though his scales went down his body, slightly diagonal so it covered one half of his chest). 

Immediately Roman began stammering, eyes slowly moving go lock on to Deceit. Patton gasped and placed his hands in his hips. "Deceit! This is a formal setting! Put your shirt back on!" Exclaimed Patton, cheeks pink. Virgil groaned and pulled his hood over his head, trying to zone out of the situation. Deceit restrained himself from smirking as he sat up on the table, leaning back.

"Why gosh Patton but it's positively melting here! I might overheat!" Exclaimed Deceit, stripping himself from his jacket and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Patton turned bright pink as Roman's eyes went wide and his face went red as his sash. 

Logan groaned loudly from the back of the court. "Then the logical solution would be to switch on the air conditioning! Not to strip!" Called Logan. Thomas sunk further into his seat, confused at the entire situation. "Guys?" He said, but wasn't heard. 

"Well why don't we ask Roman? Your honour, what should we do?" Said Deceit smoothly, tipping his head to look at Roman. He winked and Roman swallowed hard. "Oh uh- what to do- you- I mean uh-" Roman stammered before chuckling nervously. 

"It is rather warm in here." Squeaked Roman, pulling at his collar nervously as he looked away. Virgil groaned loudly, pulling his hoodie to close around his face. 

"Okay I think maybe we should pause on this, have a break and then come back when uh… we've all cooled down?" Suggested Thomas. 

And so it did. 

Patton broke out into giggles and Roman groaned in embarrassment. Virgil snickered and Logan sighed. Deceit broke out into a grin. Thomas sighed amused as the scenario had been paused as had the filming. 

"Perhaps you can actually get dressed now Dee?" Suggested Virgil amused. Deceit hummed, pretending to be in thought. "Hmmm… but Roman all red is totally note cute." Said Deceit, winking at Roman. Roman went bright red and covered his face with his hands. "Dee…." Groaned Roman embarrassed. Patton giggled, cheeks pink. "I think you broke Roman. He's so red." Giggled Patton. Dee chuckled. 

Thomas sighed amused and got up. "I'm going to get some air." Chuckled Thomas and walked away, Joan laughing as they followed him. 

"I'd suggest that we do the same. Or that maybe Roman and Dee talk." Said Logan, walking down from the corner he had been in. "Oh could we go to that cute little coffee shop we saw on the way here?" Asked Patton excitedly. Logan sighed, his lips quirking upwards. "If Thomas allows it, I see no reason why we can't." Said Logan. Patton squealed and skipped over to join Logan by his side, taking his arm. The logical side hummed as they left, curling his arm up towards himself.

Virgil snickered. "Logan's right. You love birds need to sort out this tension between you two. Just don't do anything Pat wouldn't approve of." Joked Virgil, before he left to likely join Thomas and Joan. 

"Virgil!" Gasped Roman, sinking out from the Judge's chair and back up in front of Deceit.  "What? You wanted to do something Pat wouldn't like?" Teased Deceit. Roman blushed and shook his head. "Tease." Mumbled Roman shyly. Deceit chuckled. 

"Mmh I wouldn't think so… Red is your colour after all. You look good in it. The image of pure beauty." Said Deceit, eyes gazing intently at Roman. Roman chuckled. "You flatter me Dee." Said Roman, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. "I speak the simple truth." Stated Deceit, the truth falling from his lips like sweet honey. Roman locked his gaze with Deceit's. 

"Perhaps… but isn't the idea of beauty purely subjective?" Debated Roman, his eyebrow raised slightly. Deceit nodded calmly. The rosy colour in Roman's cheeks seemed to grow even more vibrant as it moved to colour his ears. "And so… does that suggest you would find me attractive per chance?" Asked Roman. Deceit hummed. "I would hope it was more than just suggested. I would believe it to be a well known fact." Said Deceit, his lips curling upwards. Roman sucked in a sharp breath oh so very quietly. 

You see, the thing is, Deceit either spoke in lies or pure truth. There wasn't much of a grey area for the side. A fact that Deceit was very happily taking advantage of that very moment.

"You find me attractive." Said Roman, almost in disbelief. "Yes." Agreed Deceit. Roman swallowed hard. "Me? Dee I- I don't know what to say- I-" Stammered Roman. Dee sighed softly, amused but tired with beating around the bush. 

He got off the table and calmly walked over to Roman. "Apologies for my abrupt actions in advance Roman. I grow rather tired with dancing around this any longer. Shove me off if you don't want this." Said Deceit as he walked over. Roman stumbled back slightly before Deceit pulled him into hot and heavy kiss. 

Roman froze and Deceit calmly moved his hands to rest on Roman's shoulders. He let himself be an easy target if Roman decided to shove him off. Deceit began to pull back slowly when he felt a hand cradling the back of his head. He was pulled back into the kiss as Roman reciprocated happily. Deceit felt another hand slowly moving to rest against the small of his back. He allowed himself to be pulled fully against Roman. His arms moved around Roman's neck as they deepened the kiss. Roman found himself and Deceit both humming lowly into the kiss. 

Neither side particularly wanted to pull back for air but alas they had to. They stayed closely pressed against each other though. Roman and Deceit gazed at each other. 

"That… was… amazing." Whispered Roman. Deceit smiled amused. "Indeed." Agreed Deceit softly. Roman smiled back. "Perhaps… I could kiss you again?" Asked Roman softly. Deceit's expression lit up. "Absolutely not." Said Deceit, pulling Roman back in for a kiss. Roman enthusiastically moved with him, kissing him with all he had. 

Deceit found himself back on the table, laughter erupting between kisses. He couldn't remember feeling so… giddy! Gasps and giggles sparked between them as they kissed. Deceit finally recognised that despite this reaction not quite usual for himself, it was rather natural for the more romantic side. 

It only made sense. Of course Roman's giddiness was simply infectious. Deceit hummed and smiled as he basked in it, feeling Roman kiss along his jaw and cheeks. Roman's arms moved to hold Deceit close as they calmed down. 

Roman smiled brightly at Deceit. 

"I'm guessing… you feel the same way? You… love me?" Said Roman softly. Deceit rolled his eyes amused. "Mmh is the Pope Catholic?" Teased Deceit. Roman chuckled. "I don't know, is he?" Teased Roman back. 

Deceit rolled his eyes and kissed Roman surprisingly soft. "I do love you." Murmured Deceit. Roman smiled, his hand moving to brush gently against Deceit's cheek. Deceit blinked in surprise at the gently touch on his scales. 

"I love you too." Said Roman. Deceit grinned. 

"Fucking finally." 

The two pulled back to find Virgil leaning against the door frame. Roman blushed and Deceit snickered. "How long have you been there?" Said Roman. Virgil chuckled. "Not long. And Dee, get dressed. Filming is going to start again soon." Said Virgil amused before he walked away. 

Deceit chuckled. "Well, I'm totally not getting dressed, your honour." Said Deceit winking while buttoning his shirt up. Roman flushed a bright red and cleared his throat embarrassed. They could hear the group nearby. Deceit was tying his bowtie up when he was surprised by a soft sweet kiss. Roman pulled back with a flustered smile. “A kiss before the others come back.” Said Roman. Deceit smiled and kissed him back. “Get back up their now, your honour.” Murmured Deceit amused. 

Roman chuckled and sunk down, only to rise back up at the judge’s chair. It wasn’t long before the other’s joined them in the courtroom. 

“Right, I hope you all have cooled down. Let’s start filming!” Said Joan as they lifted up their script. The sides laughed as well as Thomas and his friends. And so filming began.

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Hello! I'd like to request a matchup for IkeRev. I'm an ENTP 7w8, Ravenclaw (she/her). I don't have any too defined likes and dislikes, but generally speaking I value my privacy the most (a bit too much sometimes) and I can really get upset with people who don't respect it. My hobbies include...everything; linguistics, psychology, physics, video games, reading, programming, tinkering with stuff etc. I tend to be very teasing and flirty with other people, and I'm a really big fan of idle chatter.

A little A/N:  I am still working on my last few matchups so they will get done! Life just sort of killed me and then beat my dead body with a hammer for the last few weeks😅 . I will finsih them though! Sorry for the delay!

I match you with

Blanc!

Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry for the (very) long wait! Also, since you didn’t specify which prompts you wanted I decided to experiment and write a sort of Princess-Advisor AU, since I wasn’t particularly inspired by the rest of the prompts for this. I might be putting this one on the prompt list👀 . I hope you enjoy this! (Also I really went ham with the prompt, but I hope you still like it!)

It’s no secret that Blanc is very flirtatious, but he is caught off guard when he finds you returning his advances, often getting the upper hand on him. Your teasing leaves him speechless and you find his reactions very amusing.

After you first meet he introduces you to Oliver’s work in an attempt to get closer to you. You end up spending a lot of time with Oliver in the workshop, Blanc usually watching as the two of you work, much to the other’s annoyance. Oliver can often be seen blushing at your back and forth, before eventually pushing both of you back to the living room.

While Blanc can’t interact with your work with Oliver, he can always offer you information on the history of both London and Cradle usually resulting in hour-long conversations on the particular period you’re covering.

While the two of talk daily, you both recognize the other’s need for privacy and it takes some time for you to really open up to each other.

  Prompt: Wild card!

The rain was coming down hard, the endless patter on your window not allowing you to sleep. You settled on using that as an excuse as you rose from bed and threw on your night robe, the news you had received earlier that evening repeating in your head.

“We have arranged for you to marry prince Charles. We believe this will secure your future.”

You pushed the words out, not prepared to confront the reality of what was to come.

You had taken a book with you, but you couldn’t wield yourself to focus as you lay on the windowsill of one of the many library windows, head resting on the glass as the rain fell. Your body shivered, but you refused to move, seeking for any distraction.

“It’s a little too late for a princess to be reading, isn’t it?” you didn’t have to look back to recognize the voice of your most trusted advisor.

“Blanc.” He squeezed in the seat next to you, sitting so close you could hear his breathing over the rain.

“Pride and Prejudice? Haven’t you already read it multiple times?” he gestured to the book in your hands, still lying on your lap, unopened.

“I was hoping that re-reading it would inspire me to be more open minded about…” you didn’t utter his name, too scared to make the engagement official.

He reached for your hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t dare say anything. What existed between you would have to end, but your feelings would stay. You hoped they would offer you some comfort when you wed a man who was next to stranger to you.

“The king told me about the engagement a few hours ago.” He didn’t need to say anything else. You both knew what you had to do.

“Let’s wait until tomorrow.” You pushed yourself closer to him, closing the distance between you. You lay your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, his warmth shielding you from the wind peaking through the cracks of the glass.

“Tomorrow then.” You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Soon you drifted off, your lovers’ embrace setting your nerves at ease.

  When you woke up the next morning, you were in your own bed, alone. It was hard to ignore your disappointment as you got ready to face the day, thoughts of Blanc occupying your mind. You knew you had agreed to end it. You were promised to another man, yet it was hard to keep your word as you came face to face with reality.

“Prince Charles will arrive in a week’s time for the celebration of your engagement. I expect you to be on your best behavior.” You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Honey, are you okay?” your mother’s voice was kinder, but she could offer you no comfort.

“Yes, mother.” You excused yourself before your parents could doubt your words, eager to get away.

You found yourself at the stables, preparing for a long ride.

When the strong wind hit your face, all thoughts of Charles disappeared, replaced by adrenaline. The further you got from the palace, the easier it became for you to breath. Despite the ache that started developing on your legs, you continued, putting as much distance between you and your new reality. As the sun set you considered turning back, not wanting to face your father’s anger when you returned, but as you slowed it became increasingly hard to turn back.

“Thinking of leaving us, princess?” you almost thought you had imagined it, but when you turned around, Blanc was standing a few feet away from you, his face laminated by the fading sun.

“Blanc? How did you know where I was?”

“I knew you had gone riding. It wasn’t hard to figure out where you went. I know you well, after all.” He dismounted his horse and offered you his hand, helping you off of your own mount.  You stayed silent for a while, watching the sun fade into the night.

“I can’t go through with this. I try to tell myself that I can do this, but every time I think about marrying him I feel like I’m drowning.” You couldn’t look him in the eye as you tried to make sense of your thoughts. You expected him to lecture you on responsibility, but instead his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were looking him in the eyes. The expression on his face made it impossible for you not to fall apart.

“Please don’t try to pretend you’re fine, not around me. No matter what happens, you can always trust me.” He gently wiped the tears steadily falling down your face, holding you close, your body laying limp on his as you cried.

 When you returned to the palace, the moon was high in the sky. You tried to sneak past the guards but it was impossible to get away from the ones stationed outside your door, ready to deliver you to your father, Blanc following behind you, a respectable distance apart. He was only a few feet away but in that moment it felt like miles.

“Completely irresponsible! Riding off on your own without an escort? Do you have any idea how much you worried us” you stood silently, hoping he dismissed you quickly. Your eyes were still burning and your body aced from the ride. Despite that, it was your heart that hurt the most.

“You are going to be a married woman soon! Do you think your future husband would approve of this?” you didn’t think you had the energy to argue with him, but those words seemed to awaken something within you.

“I don’t care what a stranger has to say about the way I choose to live my life!” he was momentarily stunned, before anger flashed across his features.

“That stranger is arriving in a few days and I expect you to forget all thoughts of your life when he does!”

“Sir..” Blanc stepped forward but your father immediately silenced him.

“Stay out of this, Lapin, this is between me and my daughter.” You almost wanted to laugh at his words.

“What father forces his daughter to marry a man she barely knows in the name of love?” your entire body was shaking but you held you ground, your mind too fuzzy to think about the consequences, only eager to vent out days worth of frustration.

“What did you say? You don’t speak to me like that!” the moment he took a step toward you, Blanc was in front of you, hands outstretched in a protective stance.

“I think that’s enough sir.” The older man’s face was boiling in anger. You weren’t quick enough to stop him from landing a punch on your lover.

“Blanc!” you pulled him away, trying to protect him from your father.

“Don’t try to act heroic, boy. Don’t think I don’t know about what exists between the two of you.” Fresh tears formed in your eyes.

“Then you know why I don’t want to get married! Father, please!” you tried to plead but your words couldn’t seem to get through to him.

“Charles can offer you stability, a good life. You would throw all that away for, what? The idea of love?” Blanc’s eyes had begun to bruise and you were scared of what the consequences for him would be if you continued to argue. You wanted to end the night there, but Blanc stepped forward despite your attempts to stop him.

“I understand your doubts sir, but I can asure you my love for your daughter is genuine. I may not have riches, but I can provide for her. I live for her and only her.” The two men’s eyes were locked and you could almost see sparks flying between them. A part of you was touched by Blanc’s confession, but another was scared for the both of you. The room was quiet for a while, no one daring to utter a word.

“Is this truly what you want?” his focus was on you now.

“Yes. I love him, more than anything.” you reached for Blanc’s hand, hoping to gain the confidence to look your father in the eye, to be honest with him about your feelings.

“All right then…” your eyes widened at his declaration.

“I will hold off the engagement for now. But remember that I am always watching you, Lapin. If you dare hurt my daughter, I won’t think twice before I punish you.” He walked away, not saying another word.  Your body fell limp, the adrenaline from moments before

disappearing, leaving you exhausted.  

“Are you okay?” you nodded, pulling him closer seeking his warmth.

“You are bold, going against my father like that.”

“What can I say? I’m a man willing to go far for the woman he loves.” A smile crept across your lips for the first time in days. You reached up, cupping his cheek, finally able to get a good look at his now bruised eye.

“Does it hurt?” you almost winced as you run your fingers over his skin.

“It’s not as bad as it looks. It was definitely worth getting your father’s approval, even if it’s only temporary.”  His placed his hand over yours, the gesture conveying all the things he could express with words.

“I love you.

“I love you too.” You pressed your lips to his and everything finally fell to place. You stayed in each other’s arms that night, both tired from the day’s events, but happier than you had been a few hours earlier.

[razorblade180]

Twin Snowflakes pt19: Skill, Sickness, and Skirts

Four hours into the day and no incident at school. So far so good, Summer thought to herself. It was pretty weird to be at school knowing Nick wasn’t around. The two never really saw much of each other anyways, but it was weird nonetheless. Summer sat quietly in the nurse's office with papers on her lap and a text book in her hand; the typical set up. Classroom temperatures and an abundance of not so nice peers made for a very dreadful school environment most days. It wasn’t all bad. Quiet time for most of the day was nice. Nobody or no one to bug her. Until the door swung open and Veronica disrupted the vibe.

“Yo Princess.” The girl said in a good mood. Veronica actually didn’t sound insufferable right from the jump. That nickname was still annoying though. “Do I have to pay you to use my name regularly?”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, I don’t care about your money. It will never influence me. Eliza said I might find you in here. I thought she was joking but I should’ve known this is totally a thing you’d do.” Veronica looked around the sterile environment, devoid of anything interesting. “I’m supposed to be nice to you, but it’s shit like this that brings my opinion of you crashing down.”

“Whatever.” Summer groaned, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like it was high to begin with. Why are you even in here?”

Veronica took a seat on the bed next to her. She reached for one of those sticks nurses pressed down on people’s tongue and started scratching her nails along the edges. “For you obviously. I gotta be around a student council member and Eliza is taking a test. PE is your next class isn’t it?” The stick finally snapped from the friction. “Might as well try and be active and see the school. Being in one room all day is boring.”

Summer didn’t like anything she just heard. The worst class with Veronica? Why was life this cruel. She was a good girl, yet a trail came day after day to test her. “Umm you should rethink that. Valerie is in my class.Plus it can get annoyingly loud.” A cheap deterrent but Summer had to try something.

Veronica shrugged. “So? I’ll just stay away from that jock. Also I’m no stranger to crowds and microphones. That’s my life too, remember? I know how to adjust accordingly.

Summer frowned as she gathered her papers. “But-” Veronica put a finger over her lips to silence her. The girl slowly removed said finger and started putting Summer’s stuff away.

“We can make this suck, or we can make it tolerable. Let’s just both try not to step on each other’s toes and get through 90 minutes together, fair?” Veronica put Summer’s thing over the petite girl’s shoulder then got her on her feet. The slightly forceful push out the door made Summer yelp? “Why are we leaving now!?”

“Because I can phase us through the locker room door and get us changed before anybody shows up.”

“W...wait, you care about things like that? But you’re so….” Summer leaned further back to press against Veronica’s boobs. “Filled out.”

Veronica hit the girl on the head. Summer couldn’t help but notice the slight blush that appeared. “Don’t be so dense.” Veronica protested. “Just because I’m hot doesn’t mean I like stripping down to my underwear in front of others. And honestly, what’s with everyone and tits!?” She ranted, clearly passionate about the subject. “Nothing is fun about back pain. I also don’t need a bunch of entitled snobs staring at my ears and tails like I’m an exotic zoo animal. Changing early avoids most of that.”

“You eventually have to change again though.”

“I don’t have any classes so I’m not in a rush. I’ll just wait for everyone to leave or change someplace else.” Veronica looked at Summer annoyed. “Can you start actually walking or am I going to have to keep pushing?” Summer leaned forward and out of the way. She wasn’t expecting Veronica to hate changing almost as much as herself. They really did share a similar annoyance towards school. For different reasons of course. Kids looked at her scars and snickered. If Veronica felt like a zoo animal, then Summer felt like a freak show at a circus. That’s what those stares felt like anyways. Summer took Veronica by the hand and sped up.

Veronica jolted. Being grabbed like that was a pet peeve.“Hey! What’s with the pulling!?” Summer looked back at her and stuck her tongue out. “Don’t be pushy if you can’t take it. We’re gonna take a shortcut. It’s not like you really know where you’re going anyways.” Veronica mumbled under her breath. Admittedly she had this coming. Veronica had no choice but to listen.

xxxx

Back at home, Weiss was having her own set of problems in the form of her overzealous son. She had just walked in on him out of bed and reaching for his sword. Granted, he was looking leagues better than he was this morning, but that’s what medicine does! It didn’t mean he was actually better! Weiss put down the tray holding his lunch and medicine. “Am I going to have to get the black wig?” She crossed her arms and gave him the infamous mom look.

Nick gulped. Bleiss wasn’t a person to bargain with. “Let’s not be hasty hehehe.” His nervous laughter made his voice crack slightly. “I’m feeling so much better and staying in bed all day is boring, so I thought some light training…”

“That’s partly why you’re sick!” His mother exclaimed. “Your body needs proper rest.” Nick pumped his fist in the air and boasts, “My body has rested! I’m an Arc after all.”

Weiss remained unconvinced, giving him a look of judgement. Nick let out a defeated sigh. “Come on mom, I have to do something. I feel like I’m right at the cusp of a breakthrough. King of the Hill is mine this year, I can feel it.” Nick looked at his hands with excitement and frustration. He wiggled each finger before clenching his fist. “I just need to push a little more. Somehow.” He looked at his mother who was still judging him.

Weiss could tell he wasn’t bluffing, and neither was that video from the physical exam. What Nick did was beyond impressive and exceeded what she was doing at his age. It was also rocky as hell. There were multiple areas in his fighting style that needed severe ironing out. “It’s moments like these I think karma is playing with me. Winter had a difficult time reeling me in whenever I wanted to train too.” Weiss laughed a little, remembering those simpler times. They weren’t all fun and games but she cherished them wholeheartedly. “If you’re going to train then I’m going to be overseeing it and you’ll follow my rules.”

Nick’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Seriously, the two of us!? Aren’t you busy?” Weiss shook her head. “I’m here taking care of you aren’t I? If we’re doing this then you should know swordplay isn’t the focus. You sir need to pay more attention to glyphs.” She pointed at him in shock. “I can’t have a son of mine slack off in a technique that’s built into his very DNA.”

It stung a bit to hear that but that’s because she wasn’t wrong. Nick knew compared to everyone else his glyphs were lackluster, especially to Summer. Her combinations and skill made him think she was constantly going through dust ratios in her head like an encyclopedia. “Well then, that took the wind out of my sails.” He slumped over.

“Practice makes perfect. Meet me in the garden in half an hour. Eat and take your meds before then.Also wear something warm.” Weiss said as she left.

“Yes ma’am.” Nicholas flopped onto his bed. At least it was better than doing nothing at all.

Thirty minutes went by in no time at all. Nicholas approached his mother wearing warmer clothes than his pajamas. He had chosen to wear some sleeping thermals over lounging sweatpants while his upper body was warmed by a thick gray hoodie. Normally the cold wasn’t a problem, but being sick made things a little harsher. The two stood on one of the four walkways that made the giant square garden. In the middle was a decently sized hedge maze that was surrounded by tea tables and various kinds of foliage. Apparently this was his grandmother’s favorite spot. Tea wasn’t her beverage of choice though. If it was then maybe she wouldn’t have drunken herself to an early grave.

Nick shook away the depressing thoughts. Weiss was doing the same by the way she briefly zoned out until Nick moved. He clapped his hands together. “So, what’s on the agenda?”

“Your video tells a lot about you. Constructing swords is a skill you don’t need to work on. It’s clear you got that down.”

Nick smiled proudly. “I didn’t get the nickname Gilgamesh for nothing.”

“That name also tells everyone just how bad you are at long distance and anything that isn’t directly connected to swordplay.” Weiss pointed out.

His smile turned sheepish, the pride snuffed out. “So I’m guessing that’s today’s lesson?”

“You’re half right.” Weiss grabbed his blade, Mort Froide, and placed it in his left hand. She was lucky her son was ambidextrous. His passion for dual wielding was to thank for that. She positioned his left foot forward and his right foot back; adding a slight bend to his left leg. “We’re going to put your body in positions that are normally opposite to what you’re used to. Do you know why?”

“Versatility? That way I can do sword and semblance skills with either hand?”

“Not only that, but to strengthen them and let you feel the difference in performance. Naturally you’re right handed, which means casting glyphs and swordplay is inherently going to be better on that side. Casting glyphs for you usually involves your left. It’s made it well trained, but it also means you’re rarely performing them as strong as you could be. Make a wall with your right and then with your left.”

Nick extended his middle and pointer finger while flicking his wrist up. A generic glyph formed in front of them in a second that was wide enough to cover both of them. He switched to his left to try the same. The delay was about a second longer and half of Weiss’s body was exposed. Not only that, the glyph looked slightly dimmer. He had never noticed the difference.

“Woah….who knew?”

“Your sister.” Weiss jabbed at him. “Not only is the size and speed different, but I guarantee that right handed casting can take and deal more damage. A helpful tip for Valerie. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a subconscious amount of effort and aura going more into the left one too, but you’ve done it for so long that I doubt the difference is hindering you. Just something to keep in mind.”

Weiss pulled out Myrtenaster and slipped in lightning dust. “Our swords, like any other weapon, are conduits for our aura. Using our semblance with them is second nature and having both hands to perform glyphs by having them on the sword provides more power behind it. It’s not always viable unfortunately.”

“I know. Making the quantity and quality of swords around me helps when I do the stance you taught me. The one where you kneel and stab into the ground.” He twirled his sword once before taking a knee, piercing the ground as a demonstration. “I have the fundamentals understood. It’s the concentration I’m lacking I guess.”

Weiss agreed. “Believe me, it’s challenging. You can get to the level of focus, but you take too long to reach that point. Which brings us back to our lesson today. She handed him vials of lightning and fire dust. “You’re going to practice a practical technique, and an impractical one. The first one is time dilation.” Weiss could see her son’s face turn to despair, making her laugh. “Haha don’t worry, I’ll help you through it.”

“Mom we’ve been down this road before. It ended with me constantly getting shocked. I didn’t even pull it off.”

Weiss remembered that day. Nick couldn’t touch anything with static cling for hours. “Hey you’re a little older now. Asking that much of you was definitely on me. If you can learn to use it, then your swordplay automatically becomes better. Quick attacks are already your forte. Having this without Summer’s help will elevate you. Especially if you’re dual wielding.”

Nick couldn’t deny any of that. Time dilation was a move that would be perfect. Too bad he sucked! It was one of the few things he had no progress in. It was essentially the beginning of deep diving of advanced glyphs. “What’s the second lesson?”

Weiss pointed to the maze. “The infamous candle test!” She said b like an announcer almost.

It was one rough reveal after another. “No! I’m going to burn everything!” Nick wasn’t being a defeatist, but realistic.

The candle test was the epitome of a fire hazard. It was a difficult way of working on control and concentration to an obsessive degree. The objective was to light the candles set up on the inside of the maze as fast as possible by using their semblance. At novice level, a person goes through the maze lighting them one by one. That way control was the main focus. A step above that is to stand in the center and send tiny embers to each candle. That requires more concentration on directing the fire while controlling the output from the very start. A level beyond that was to do it from the balcony. That way you can see all the candles, but now you have wind to worry about. The flames needed to be strong enough to reach the candle while being perfectly on course so plants burn. Finally, there was lighting all the candles from the ground level from the outside of the maze. Nick could only get through the first two levels. Summer does the fourth option for fun…

“Mom, there’s no way you’re expecting me to do option four well, right?” He cautioned. “You’ll be putting out a lot of fires.”

“That’s fine. That’s what practice is all about. Repetition will make it easier because I’ll keep the candles in the same area I always do. Even if you get marginally better at this, then you’ve progressed more than you will realize.” Weiss rested her hand on Nick's shoulder. It was relieving to know that her child could still act his age. She probably shouldn’t be happy to see him nervous, but she was. “Think of it like this. Let’s say you can get past level three of the candle test in about three minutes. A level of control and concentration that swift will make everything you can already do faster.” Weiss put her sword down and held her hand palm up. A glyph suddenly formed then burst into a flash of light.

Nick closed his eyes briefly. Only to open them again to see a Sphinx the size of himself standing next to his mother.

“It’ll also bring you steps closer to everything you can’t do yet.” Weiss petted her creation. “That thing you did with your gigas is really impressive. It would be a tragedy if you couldn’t pull it off in intense, solo combat.”

Now he was fired up. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he pulled off what he did during the fight with the Paladin, but he did know that it would be a game changer if he could call upon it at will. If he could even be a fourth of what he was that day then he’d have a useful crutch. If getting to that point meant doing what he was bad at, then there was no time for whining. Nick placed a vial of lightning dust into the hilt of Mort Froide. “Let’s get to work then! Valerie won’t know what hit her!”

xxxx

“Why am I so bad at this!” Nicholas shouted off of the balcony. He had been doing the candle test for about two hours now. Time dilation was tricky but the basis of it was something Nick had the hang of, so they switched gears to this. A thing he couldn’t handle even if he had extra arms.

Weiss finished putting out the flames on the slightest burnt maze. At least it was warm enough outside to not need a coat. Both of them had switched to tank tops. “Give it one more good try, then we’ll take another break.” She encouraged enthusiastically. “Don’t worry about speed right now. Focus on concentration and control.”

“Okay…” Nick took a deep breath and got back into position. This time with his sword in his right hand. He raised it to the sky to make a fire glyph then brought it down in front of him.

“Might want to angle it a little higher. Have it arch through the air.” Nick followed hire instructions accordingly. He had twelve candles he needed to light . All in separate spots. The middle of the glowed brighter as a flame ignited. It grew more and more in size before the flame wrapped around itself to make a fireball. Concentration. Nick pulled his sword back and assessed his targets. He split the fireball into twelve smaller ones that went to the edge of the glyph like a clock face. This was control.

Beads of sweat ran down his from the heat and training, that was more rigorous than he thought it would be. “Aim and….” Nick thrusts his blade forward to send them flying. All twelve were on track this time thanks to Weiss’s advice, but only eight of them landed on their targets sadly. The other four fizzled out half way there. The boy groaned, irritated with his progress. Weiss could understand that. Between her family and Jaune, there wasn’t a soul around who didn’t strive for perfection in training.Nick went to raid his sword again but it was quickly pushed down by Weiss’s.

“Uh uh, break time.” She tossed him a towel for him to wipe his face, and screamed if he needed to. She did i that sometimes in moments like these. On the bright side, nothing was on fire that shouldn’t be. “I know this won’t mean much coming from your mom and all, but I think you’re doing pretty well.”

“What are you talking about?” Nick said, wiping his face clean of sweat and ash. “That means a lot. You’re the best at this mom.” He smiled which made Weiss smile. “Maybe I can ask Summer for insight when she gets home.”

“While you’re at it you should probably ask for singing practice with her since she talked you into a duet.”

Nick shuddered at the thought. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m not well enough to deal with the critiques of an idol that loves the stage more than breathing.” Summer was a nice girl most of the time. Not to mention reserved, but that changed drastically when it came to singing, Veronica, Shiva, and the heat of battle. Maybe it had something to do with adrenaline? She did enjoy snowboarding after all. “I think I’ll practice singing with you instead. It’ll be less trouble.”

“You’re just afraid of greatness.” Called out at Sumner from behind them. Her folks turned around in shock to see her standing there. “What? Lose track of time? Schools over.” Her attention was brought to her tired twin. Summer did not expect him to be training on a sick day, nor did it make her feel good about how she spent her time. Yet again, Nick was slowly widening the gap between them. This time it was in something she was good at. “How many candles?” She asked, mainly to boost her own ego.

“Eight. Not nearly as good as you.” He said in earnest. “Mind showing me how it’s done?” Weiss handed Summer her sword hilt first.

Great, now she felt a little guilty. Here she was happy to have a leg up on him and he praised her without reason. Summer grabbed her mother’s sword. “No offense Nick, but I can’t put how to do this into words. I just...get it.” She peeked over the edge to see the candles, then stepped back far enough to not see them at all. A fire glyph formed in front of her and with a flick of her wrist, one huge fireball shot up into the sky. It reached over the middle of the maze before bursting into twelve flames that landed right on the candle. Summer gave back her mother’s sword and walked away feeling accomplished. “Just keep at it!” She shouted.

Nick grabbed the tip of his towel and grunted into it. “No effort at all. It’s like she waved it like wand and the rest worked itself out.”

“I hope you know that you don’t have to reach that level of fluidity? Summer has a knack for glyphs the same way you have one for swordplay. Not that either of you are particularly bad at either if I do say so myself.”

“Hard to say that after today.” Nick mumbled, looking at the lit candles. “Hey? If Summer is so good at this then why can’t she summon more than a limb or two?”

“Well to put it simply, summoning requires a lot more than skill. Passion, need, you gotta put your all into it. You’ve done it before. Both of you did at the exam. What were you feeling?”

“Good question.” He sat down and crossed his arms, reflecting on the moment. “Desperate? I stopped thinking about myself and the test for a moment. All I wanted to do was make sure Valerie and Summer were safe, then poof. Next think I know I’m in armor.”

“Anything else?” Weiss was intrigued. She must’ve rewatched the final five minutes of that video at least a dozen times by now.

“Well after they were safe I wanted to end the fight as fast as possible. Huh, I wanted to win no matter what. Then I blacked out.”

Weiss has done that before. She couldn’t count how many times it’s been her vs a grimm that had hurt a teammate and all she wanted to do was strike it down. “I want you to keep that feeling in mind for awhile. Try and understand those emotions so you can use them whenever.”

“I’ll try. Who knows, maybe one day I can win a match against you.”

“Ha! Graduate from an academy first and become a pro first.” Weiss ruffled her child’s wild hair, making him laugh. “Don’t expect me to hold back either. You’re getting everything. From dragons to behemoths!”

The two kept laughing and enjoying their time together that they didn’t even notice Veronica had entered the room. A piece of her didn’t want to interrupt. Not just before seeing Nick laugh was pretty freaking adorable, but because both of them were way more in shape than she realized. Nick was still growing so that made sense, but Weiss!? Veronica wasn’t sure if she paid attention to Weiss’s arms but. They were cut! No wonder her own parents gush over her. It was hard to believe she pushed out twins. Veronica also took note of the lingering embers and fire dust in the air that surrounded the mother and sun. She’ll try to remember it for her fire and ice clothing design. Could be useful.

Veronica finally spoke up. “I take it you’re feeling better?” Her voice finally catches their attention.

Both of them look at her then gasp. Veronica stood before them wearing a white and blue cheerleader outfit. The skirt altered colors while the half shirt was white with blue stitches and Nick’s school name on the chest. The girl swayed side to side with pompoms in her hands. A smug smile spread on her face as her ears and tail bounced to her little dance.

“Sup!” Veronica sang, enjoying the reaction. Weiss and Nick looked at each other, then back at her. “I was gone for a day!” Nick exclaimed. “How did all of this happen?”

Veronica snickered, thinking about gym class. “I’ll tell you about it later.” She spun around for fun.

“Having fun?” Weiss smiled. “I guess today wasn’t like yesterday?”

“Nope!” Veronica cheered. “Are you feeling better? I can tell your breathing is still a little shaky and your heart rate is off.”

Weiss went back into mom mode. “Nick, are you still exhaust- uhh Nick?” The boy didn’t respond. He had spaced out watching Veronica. It took a minute to realize but the moment Veronica noticed that his gaze was on the swaying skirt and torso, her face got a little more smug. Not to mention red. Weiss bopped her son in the head to snap him back to reality. “Whatcha looking at?” She said with a smirk.

Nick’s brain finally started working again and noticed the faces staring at him. He immediately turned red and looked at the ground. “Sorry, I totally didn’t mean to...ya know.” Their laughter only made him redder.

“Well what do you know? The knightly prince is just like any other high school boy. Honestly if it weren’t for Valerie I’d assume you swing the other way sometimes.” Veronica joked, catching Nick off guard.

“Hey! Who would think that?”

Weiss rubbed her chin. “You do complain and avoid so many other girls.”

“Don’t agree with her! You did the same with rich boys!” He countered. Nick then remembered his mother had told him that she’s flirted with her own teammates countless times. “Actually...forget what I just said.”

“Yeah you were about to set yourself up.” If Weiss had her black wig then she wouldn’t think twice of letting certain escapades with Yang and Blake slip. Just for a good laugh. “Seriously, you okay?”

“Totally, can we keep going? I wanna try just a little longer.”

Veronica spoke up again. “Actually I was hoping to steal you away for awhile. I still need actual measurements for your clothes. If that’s not a problem. Summer already did hers.” She added for extra effect.

Weiss thought that was a good day. “I don’t mind cutting the lesson short soon. Give him like another twenty minutes. In the meantime you can unwind for school.” Veronica’s eyes got big. “Okay!” She did a backflip and phased through the floor where she should’ve landed. Suddenly it made sense how she might’ve been put on the team. Harriet lives for flare. A confident gymnast that always lands on her feet and is pretty well known would add to the tournament festivities while potentially beating out the school cheer teams.

“That woman really likes winning.” Nick thought to himself. “Alright, back to the grindstone!” He stood up with renewed vigor. Or whatever you would call a second win whenever you had a cold. He had twenty minutes so he was going to make them count. “That outfit would go to waste if I lose. Can’t have that.” There was something about the way he thought that made Weiss happy. He might be her child, but phrases like that were very Ruby like. He was just so sweet and turning into a fine young man. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him and hold him close. “I love you so much.”

Nick’s face was turning red again as he hugged his mother. In truth he could spend the remainder of training time like this in complete satisfaction. “I love you too.”

xxxx

Across the manor, Yang was paying her daughter a visit. Or least she intended to, but somehow she wound up peeking through the crack door of Vee’s room as the girl admires herself in the cheerleader uniform; doing generic poses and the occasional giggle. That came to an end however when Yang was caught in the mirror reflection with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Gah! Ma!!” Veronica said flustered beyond belief. Yang could only let out a hardy laugh as she entered the room. “Sorry not sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She said, hugging her embarrassed daughter. Yang was actually surprised Veronica let her hug her on the first try. Usually Yang’s arms would pass right through her.

“Well well well, somebody is in a good mood, and for obvious reasons.” Yang tugged at the uniform. “And you said nothing good would come out of school.”

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes. “Okay fine, today was pretty alright. Happy now?”

“I’m happy you’re happy.” Yang kissed her cheek and stared into the mirror with her. “We didn’t talk much after you came home yesterday or this morning. Holding up? Careful not to eat too much meat.Not that I mind, but you’ll be upset with yourself if you do.”

“Yeah I know. I’ve been pacing myself today. I’ll probably have a salad or something for dinner. Haven’t figured it out.”

Yang took it upon herself to sit at the edge of Veronica’s bed while her daughter started putting school stuff away. “You know I bet Nick would find it interesting to see the difference between starved and apex.”

The comment made Veronica cringe. She wouldn’t know how to feel if anyone saw her like that again, let alone Nick. “Let’s not test that theory. Acting like that in Atlas of all places wouldn’t do well for human and faunus relations. Speaking of which…” She pulled out her scroll and tossed it to Yang with a tab of herself on it.

Yang read the headline. “Menagerie’s Favorite Daughter Spotted in Atlas.” The picture itself wasn’t recent. It was Veronica on top of a car with a megaphone during one of many protests. Yang liked this picture a lot. Veronica had a fist raised in the air as people chanted with her and waved signs against an intense sunset. She looked powerful. “I guess they know now. Not that they wouldn’t with all the help you’re providing for the twins.”

“That’s true. I just don’t want people hassling me. I’m here to do my own thing, focus on my designs. Spend time with Nick…” she mumbled that last part. Yang heard it anyways. You would think a faunus with amazing hearing would know how to whisper. “How much does Nick know about your situation?” She asked.

“Are you referring to my physical situation, or my social one?” She hated that she had to clarify. Technically Veronica could think of three, but mentioning the third one would be a long conversation she didn’t want to have with anyone. She had it handled anyways. “Socially, I haven’t said anything much. Physically, I clarified things you told him behind my back.”

Yang had managed to forget about the part where she did that. “Oh yeah? I guess that’s a decent amount.”

“Not even going to deny that last part?”

“Nope!” Yang put her hands behind her head and walked around a bit. This always helped her think. “I’m not gonna apologize either for being concerned either. My options were your crush or the girl you’ve argued with since you were four. You don’t confide in me with everything and gods know that I couldn’t ask you to tell someone. You’d throw a fit!”

To say her options were limited was an understatement. Veronica could see that. It still felt invasive.Then again, that’s what parents are. “Point taken, even if I don’t like it.”

“Glad you can see it my way. Letting Summer know would be nice too. Friends knowing your struggles can be therapeutic.”

“We’re not friends.” Veronica aggressively stated, a slight amount of attitude came. “Being friends with a girl like her would only piss me off. I’ll be civil and nothing more!” She scoffed. Yang threw up her arms in jest. “If that’s what you want. I suppose I’ll settle for Nick knowing.” A devious thought came into her mind. “Better hope he doesn’t ask about heat.” Yang wasted no time bolting out of the room as Veronica got a deep blush and started shouting, her mind flustered.

“He doesn’t have to know about that! And you better not bring it up!!” That conversation didn’t have to exist. Those answers will be kept to herself even if it meant gluing her mouth shut. After that remark, Veronica desperately needed to cool off. Time for a shower.

xxxx

Turns out twenty minutes wasn’t that much time for Nick to make any further improvements. Disappointed, he walked down the hallway towards Veronica. He hadn’t been in that room since she showed up. He assumed it had to look like a boutique by now. Nick turned the counter and bumped into his sister unexpectedly on the way there. Summer had ditched the uniform in favor of an oversized ‘Boop!” shirt and sweatpants. Her studio headphones hung around her neck while her hands held two journals and a pencil. Nick knew this attire. Summer was in what he called, ‘Lyrical Mode.’

“Writing a new song?” He tried to peek at the journals but Summer pulled them closer to her chest. “Yes, and so much more.” She stated defensively. “Oscar thought I should try expressing more of my, let’s say inner feelings. I’m not really sure how it will be received though when it’s done. Piecing it together lyrically has been rough.” Summer looked down to read what she had and sighed. “Fortunately this one is more for me. Tournament wise I have a few ideas of previous covers people might like.”

Nick could tell Summer was deep in thought about this. She wouldn’t win awards if her choices in music weren't meticulously planned. “Well if anyone can pull off this halftime show and make it amazing, it’s you. But I hope you remember that we’re still in the tournament; can’t burn before our matches.” He reminded her as he chuckled nervously.

Summer pursed her lips and studied that chuckle. “Don’t worry, I won’t wear you down. Just get healthy and work on relaxing your jaw when you hold a note.” Summer patted his shoulder and went on her way. “Dad and I will be in the music room.”

“Hold on!” Nick shouted. “How did Veronica get a cheerleader uniform?”

Summer laughed. “Haha! I’m sure she’ll want to tell the story.” Now Nick was even more interested and sped off to the room. Summer stopped and turned around. “Wait, Veronica just got out of-” Summer didn’t speak fast enough.

Nick didn’t stop to think about knocking first. He simply walked in on Veronica wearing a shirt, only a shirt. If Nick thought the skirt was distracting then this was a full blown diversion. The purple shirt stopped right around her thighs and showed off her toned legs. Any movement could easily start showing a bit too much. The two teens said nothing; they just stared right at each other in shock. Nick slowly backed away while closing the door, then started walking away.

Summer shook her head at her idiot brother. “I know it’s our house but how’d you forget to knock?” She didn’t get an answer. He waved her off in embarrassment of his foolish screw up.

Veronica came running out of the room, black shorts appropriately around her person. “Wait!” she got down all fours and pounced once across the hallway, diving right through Nick and blocking his path. His blush was as red as her own. “I walk around like that at home, but I’m not home, so… oops.”

Nick couldn’t believe it. Why was she apologizing!? “No no, that uhh, that one’s on me.” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Knocking was invented for a reason. Sorry.”

“It’s cool. Well I mean it’s not cool! But you know I uhh...it’s not like I’m…” Veronica had no idea what she was saying. “Mad, I’m not mad” her tail pointed back to her room. “Anyways, ready?”

“Y-Yeah hehe.” Step by step they eventually made their way through the hall again at a good pace. Summer could only write in her other journal, then one made for her feelings.

“Journal entry number 117: Some days it feels like I’m the least awkward person in the room. A very staggering feat to say the least.”

Part 18

[a65232-joshywoshy]

Colorado Crybaby

Warning: The following chapter depicts scenes of violence and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 6

      The sun shined brightly through the bedroom window. Two women were asleep in a bed. 

      “Good morning, Rachael.”

      Rachael jumped. She forgot that there was a person in her house. Who is in my house?! Oh no. I’m about to be raped or murdered.

      Penny spoke more softly. “Good morning.”

      Rachael was awake enough to catch up to what was happening and she remembered all the details again. That voice was Penny. Penny had spent the night. Rachael had only 1 bed in this house right now. So Penny had woken up next to her. No danger. It’s just Penny. Penny is safe. Penny is in my bed. PENNY IS IN MY BED. The thought was partly terrifying and partly exciting. Her co-worker of several years and best friend had slept in the same bed as her. How do normal people act with a hot girl in their bed? A hot girl. Rachael’s mind repeated the phrase again. Why did she say that? Penny had said she was bisexual. She remembered being stunned by seeing Penny in her pajamas last night. Penny was hot. Rachael liked how Penny looked.

      “You’re right, Penny.” Rachael’s voice was a little deeper, having just woken up. “I am bi.”

      Rachael turned over to look at her friend’s face.

      “And I admit now. You, Penny, a girl, are hot to me.”

      “I KNEW it!” Penny smiled and let out a soft squeal. “We could date each other, you know. That’d be fun.”

      Rachael was blushing again. “No. Penny! I’m only just now finding this out about myself. I mean… it would be, I guess, pretty fun to date you…”

      “Exactly.” Penny kissed Rachael gently on the forehead.

      “Palpitations. PALPITATIONS!” Rachael blushed yet again. “We’re… we’re co-workers, though. You’re kind of my boss.”

      “No. Mr. Pendleton is your boss. I mean, I kind of have some influence over you, but… I don’t know. It’s not like everybody has to know.”

      Penny got out of bed.

      “We should get dressed and start the day.” Penny grabbed the bottom of her pajama shirt and slowly started to pull it up. “Should I change... right... here?”

      “Oh my god!” Rachael threw her head under the covers and Penny laughed.

      “You are the most adorable thing. I’m not going to change in front of you... Yet. I would melt your brain for the rest of the day if I did that. Wouldn’t I?” 

      “Why are you torturing me with your beautiful body?!?!” Rachael was still hidden under the covers.

      “Because I know I can now. And it’s fun. I’ll wear my work clothes from yesterday. I don’t think I can fit in your clothes after all. I have boobs. You have less boobs.”

      “Thank you. I only have 2 casual outfits anyway. They’re a little small on me, so you would just…” Rachael daydreamed about what Penny would look like in her white tanktop and denim shorts. “Yeah.”

      From the bathroom, Penny continued the conversation. 

      “My voluptuous figure would pour out of it like champagne? Which is a polite way to say I’m fatter than you.”

      Rachael quickly corrected her. “You’re not fat. No. I didn’t mean…”

      “I’m kidding. I don’t think I’m fat. I like how I look. There.”

      Penny emerged from the bathroom back in her work clothes.

     “We’re definitely going to my house so I can change into more comfortable clothes, and for your sake, less attractive clothes.” Penny smiled.

     “That’d be nice. I’d really like to stop thinking about you that way.”

      “I don’t mind it. You’re pretty, too, you know. You do need to get dressed, though, sleepyhead. And don’t strip in front of me. I’m not ready to have sex with you.”

      Rachael blushed again. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You told me to change and my brain was like ‘Must obey. Must change.’ You… You can do things to my brain that no one else has ever done before.”

     Rachael picked up her tanktop and shorts to go change.

      “I kind of had a feeling I was able to do that. Even when we first met, you seemed to have this kind of… awe towards me. That’s why I want to see that you’re well taken care of. You’re too precious to get hurt.”

      “Aww.” Rachael was getting dressed in the bathroom now. “Thank you for caring so much about me.”

      “Caring for you has this weird… automatic instinct for me, too. When you got outed in Anaheim I didn’t hesitate. I just ripped you out of there as fast as possible. I had to protect my girl.”

      “That’s one of the many reasons I love having you as a friend, Penny. You’re just amazing like that.”

      Rachael opened the bathroom door. Penny looked over her. 

      “I love it. You look so ‘White girl.’” Penny smiled. “But seriously, though, you are super cute. I can’t remember the last time I saw you in street clothes. We both work too much.”

      “Why can’t I make you melt like you made me melt? That’s not fair.” Rachael started cleaning out her purse so it only contained the essentials for the day.

      “I’m immune to your powers of hotness. Mwa ha ha. We’ll take my car for our shopping trip today.”

      “Sounds good. I don’t like driving much.”

      The two went downstairs to Penny’s car. Rachael locked the front door behind her. Penny’s apartment was in downtown Denver. It was a small apartment near Sloan’s Lake. It was a 25 minute drive from Rachael’s house to Penny’s apartment. They talked for the whole drive. Since they were finally having a conversation outside of the workplace again, they had a whole list of things to talk about. Penny questioned Rachael about being bi, but Rachael’s answers were often just ‘I don’t know.’ Rachael wanted to talk about that topic more with her friend, but she was still trying to process it all internally and needed lighter topics while her mind digested her new reality.

      When they walked into her apartment a few minutes later, Rachael thought Penny’s apartment was wonderful. It was recently remodeled and looked luxurious on the inside. Penny had just the right amount of decoration. It was all tasteful, elegant and modern. Some of the art on the walls was video game themed, but still fit the styling of the other modern decorations.

      “I didn’t know you played video games.” Rachael said, as they toured the apartment.

      “Occasionally. I like the art more than actually playing.”

      “I’m disappointed in the amount of mess, though. You said your home life was a mess. This is a fantastic mess, Penny.”

      Penny pointed at her head. “This home. My personal life. My life choices at home. I didn’t mean my house was a mess.”

      Rachael looked in her bathroom and noticed a dildo on the floor.

      “See? Dammit.” Penny quickly shoved the dildo in a drawer, embarrassed.

      Rachael teased her now. “Oh no. A dildo. Penny has NEEDS!” 

      They both laughed. 

      “Look, kid. I don’t need your sass.” Penny joked.

      They ended the tour in Penny’s bedroom. There was another dildo on the bed.

      “Holy cow. You are the horniest woman I know! Do you have a dildo in every room?”

      Now Penny blushed as she stashed another dildo in a drawer. “I have a high libido, okay? Would you get out of here so I can change, you brat?”

      Rachael laughed. “Yes ma’am.”

      Penny changed while Rachael wandered the apartment, taking in all the sights, sounds, and smells of the private life of Penny De LaCruz. At first glance, the apartment seemed normal enough. A bookshelf in the living room held several books that focused on the artwork of video games. The walls were decorated nicely with stylized video game art. Penny had turned on music in her room. Rachael didn’t recognize the artist, but she heard a strong female vocalist singing. The air carried a hint of coconut and vanilla from wax warmers in other rooms. The apartment was kept clean, an easy task, since Penny was only here to sleep most of the time.

      “There. How do I look?”

      Penny came into the living room wearing denim jeans and a loose fitting short sleeved shirt. The jeans had a tear mid-thigh, obviously designed that way. On her feet were pink and grey sneakers with ankle socks.

      “Beautiful. And I don’t go nuts when I look at you, now! A+. 5 stars.”

      Penny laughed. “Let’s go shopping, then.”

      They left the apartment and drove to a nearby home decor store to begin their shopping trip. This store would most likely have the lamp, nightstands and mirror they wanted. They walked inside and quickly found the lamp aisle.

      “Here you go.” Penny said sarcastically. She pointed to an antique lamp that was brand new, yet looked ancient. “This is adult enough for you, right?”

      “Please don’t put that in my house. Ew. I can’t believe people buy some of this stuff.”       Rachael’s attention was drawn further down the aisle where a large floor lamp with multiple arms branched  out. The small shades over each bulb were brightly colored with bright silver arms going back to its base.

      “That’s pretty.”

      “Penny! I want it! I know it’s not a nightstand lamp, but I want it! I am so getting this.” 

      Rachael loaded the large box into their cart, a big smile on her face.

      They continued to walk around and shop, getting twice as many things as they came for. They were nearly done shopping at this store when a man walked up behind Rachael. 

      “Hey. How are you?” The man said.

      “Good. Thanks. You?” Rachael turned and looked over the man, checking to see if she was supposed to recognize him, but she didn’t.

     “I’m good. I just wanted to let you know there’s a huge sale happening behind this building.”

      He didn’t give anyone time to respond.

     “Let’s head back there and check it out. They have this same lamp for 90% off. We have to hurry, though, or they’ll sell it.”

     Penny tried to cut in. “It’s behind…” He cut her off.

      “Yeah, it’s behind the store. We have to go right now. We can’t miss this deal. They probably have everything in your cart back there. Let’s just go.” 

      He reached out and grabbed Rachael’s arm.

      Faster than Rachael could blink, Penny was behind him and had a switchblade knife to his throat.

      “Let her go. Now.” Penny hissed.

      “Fuck, man.” He dropped her arm. “It’s just a sale, shit. Fuckin’ ungrateful bitches.”

      Penny pointed the knife at him as he backed away.

      “Fuckin’ crazy ungrateful bitches.”

      “Fuck off, asshole!” Penny roared. “Let’s go.”

      Penny put one hand on Rachael’s back and the other hand on the cart. Before Rachael had a second to think, they were at the checkout.

      “There’s a man in this store who grabbed my friend. He said there’s a sale happening behind the store? I think he wanted to take her.” Penny explained what happened to the slightly terrified cashier. Rachael began to shake a little.

      “I’ll get security.” The clerk talked quietly. She picked up the phone and made a page over the intercom. “Cleanup on aisle 42.”

      The store was fairly large, but there was no aisle 42. Within seconds, a security officer was by their side. 

     “Are you ladies alright?” The officer quickly looked at the girls, then around at their surroundings.

     “Yes, sir.” Penny said. “Some crazy white guy said there’s a sale happening behind the store and tried to take my friend. He’s about my height, crazy hair, needed to shave.”

     The security officer quickly got their information from them and escorted them out to their car. He assured them they would check the security cameras and someone would be in touch to ‘resolve the issue’. Penny knew there wasn’t much they could do, but they loaded the stuff and they were safe in Penny’s car again.

      Rachael sobbed.

      “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I know that was scary for you. I’m kinda terrified myself. Are you okay?”

      “I’m *sniffle* I’m okay. *sob* You! You you you! With the knife and the guy!” Rachael continued sobbing again.

      “Me?”

      “My girlfriend is my bodyguard!” Rachael threw her arms around Penny, squeezing her tight.

      “Bodyguard? Girlfriend? I mean…”

      “You were SO BRAVE! You told the mean man to go away and he DID! And you OWNED HIM! You were like WOOSH! And that made him leave! You’re my big strong protector!!!” Rachael sobbed some more.

      “Oh, kiddo.” Penny stroked Rachael’s hair gently. “It’s okay now. We’re okay.”

      They hugged for a few more minutes. Penny managed to pry Rachael off and buckled her up. She drove to a nearby restaurant for lunch and ice cream. They used the drive through and ate in the car.

      “Okay.” Rachael licked her ice cream cone, then let out a shaky breath. She was still reeling from what had happened. “So that happened.”

      “I hate men.” Penny stared into the distance. Her face seemed to suggest she was imagining strangling many different men.

      “Me too.”

      “Are you going to be okay shopping, or do you just want to go home? And what about clubbing tonight?”

      “I don’t want to spoil your fun.” Rachael looked disappointed.

      “Sweetheart, some stranger just tried to grab you and do who knows what. If you want to go home, I have no problem taking you home. We do need to make at least 2 more stops, though. But I want to pack a bag to spend one more night at your house and then get something from one more store.”

      “I still want to go to that club tonight. But I don’t think I want to shop anymore. I’m pretty much done shopping for the weekend. I have groceries being delivered on Tuesday, so that’s already covered. I basically got everything I need. I’m still okay to do other stuff.”

      “Are you sure, Rachael?”

      “Yeah. As much as this whole situation sucked, I don’t want men running my life, either.”

     “Amen to that. Okay, kiddo. Finish your food, then buckle up. We’ve got places to go.”

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[btsqualityy]

BTS Kink Series: Digital

Kim Seokjin

“Could you just pick one already?” You groaned from your place between Jin’s legs. The two of you were sat on the bed with you in between Jin’s open legs and your back pressed to his chest as you leaned against him.

“Y/N, picking the right video takes time,” Jin murmured back as he scrolled through Pornhub on his phone with one hand, the other rubbing light circles onto the skin on your hip.

“Jin, it really doesn’t matter that much. Besides if it does what we want it to, we won’t even finish the video,” you cooed, using your fingernail to trace shapes onto his thigh. 

“Fine,” he muttered as he finally clicked on a video and held his phone up so that the both of you could see it. The video started off pretty tamely, with the man and woman kissing and feeling each other up. Pretty soon though, the man had the woman on her back as he ate her out. Your breath hitched as you watched her arch her back and pull hard at the man’s hair.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty Y/N-ah?” Jin purred into your ear and you immediately nodded your head. Jin chuckled and moved his free hand so that it was on your thigh, stroking it softly. The man in the video stopped eating her out and immediately pushed his length inside of her, wasting no time in giving her what she had been begging for ever since he was eating her out.

“Fuck, you can just look and tell how tight her pussy is,” Jin pointed out as his free hand moved inwards and toyed with the lining of your panties that you still had on. “I bet you wish you were getting fucked like that too huh?”

“Please Jin,” you pleaded and Jin wordless pulled the crotch of your panties to the side, pushing his middle finger inside of you. 

“Damn Y/N, you’re soaked,” Jin whispered in awe. He handed you the phone in his other hand before bringing that one down as well and using it to hold your thighs apart. “Keep your eyes on that screen or I’ll stop, got it?” He said sternly and you quickly nodded. 

Min Yoongi

You stood in front of the floor length mirror that sat on one of the walls in your and Yoongi’s bedroom, going to your camera app and snapping a few photos of your outfit. You had gone to the mall today and picked up a few...interesting things and you wanted to show them off to Yoongi. Smirking to yourself, you then went to his text thread and proceeded to send him the three photos that you had taken. You didn’t even get the opportunity to lock your phone before it buzzed in your hand from his reply.

Yoongi: Are you trying to be funny right now? You know I can’t come home early today...

You: What are you talking about? 

You: I just bought some stuff at the mall and I wanted to show you, that’s all

Yoongi: You’re not slick baby girl

Yoongi: But since you wanted to show me so badly, why don’t you send me some more?

You smiled and went back to the camera, holding your phone up as you turned around so that your back was facing the mirror. You pulled your panties up so that more of your ass was exposed and you snapped two quick pictures. You then sent them off to Yoongi and waited patiently for his response.

Yoongi: Holy fuck baby girl, you’re so good for me

Yoongi: You may want to take a nap now because when I get home, I’m fucking you so hard that you’ll feel it for days

You: Looking forward to it Daddy

Kim Namjoon

You groaned loudly, feeling frustrated that the orgasm you had been chasing for the past 20 minutes just kept slipping away. Every since you and Namjoon had started dating, any efforts to get yourself off without him only proved futile.

An idea popped into your head as you thought of your boyfriend and you reached your to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and clicking on the camera. You switched to video mode and clicked record, angling the phone so that it could catch the sight of you rubbing your clit a few times. You stopped recording and went to your text messages, clicking on the thread you had with Namjoon and you sent the video to him. Sure enough, only a few minutes had passed before Namjoon was calling you.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Seems like someone’s having a little trouble huh?” Namjoon murmured huskily and you felt your walls clench.

“Yeah,” you pouted. “You know it’s hard for me to get off without you.”

“Well, I have a few minutes alone. Want some help baby?”

“Please,” you smiled, already sliding your free hand that wasn’t holding your phone down and settling your fingers on your clit.

“Good girl,” Namjoon whispered. “I want you to put your pointer and middle finger inside of your tight little pussy, ok?”

“Fuck,” you moaned as you followed his instructions.

“Now, I want you to fuck yourself the same way that you know I would,” he said. “Nice and deep, and no stopping until you come for me.” You began to thrust your fingers in and out of yourself, the familiar feeling of the orgasm that had been teasing you appearing again almost instantly. “Don’t stop baby, come all over your fingers for me.” Hearing Namjoon’s voice pushed you over the edge and you came, your body shuddering as the pleasure coursed throughout you.

“All good?” Namjoon chuckled and you blushed.

“All good. Thank you Joon.”

“No problem baby.”

Jung Hoseok

“Oh, and to what do I owe this pleasure?” You teased as you answered Hobi’s facetime call, only to be greeted with the sight of his shirtless chest.

“Clam down, I just got out of the shower,” Hobi laughed as he moved the camera so that his face was in frame.

“Hey, I don’t have any problem with it,” you shrugged. “I actually miss it. It’s been a long three weeks that you and the boys have been gone.”

“I know baby and I miss you too but we’ll be home in a week.”

“What if I don’t wanna wait that long?” You wondered and Hobi raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, you want me to make you come right now?” Hobi smirked.

“Hobi,” you whined. “I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully as he stared at you through the camera. “I guess I wouldn’t be either.” You couldn’t help both the smile and the blush that crept onto your face and Hobi chuckled at seeing your reaction. “Why don’t you start my showing me those perfect breasts of yours, hm?”

Park Jimin

Jiminie: I’m in this meeting and I’m bored as hell. Distract me?

You looked down at your phone and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you read the text message from Jimin.

You: I’m at work and you are too, pay attention!

Jiminie: I could think of much better uses of my time than sitting in these boring meetings lol

You: Like what?

Jiminie: Like bending you over my lap and spanking you. After that, I’d probably fuck your face, the way that you like me to, before fucking you nice and hard.

You let out a soft rush of air as you read over that last text at least five times. You felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing and you rolled your eyes at how he was able to turn you on without even being around you. You jumped lightly in surprise as your phone vibrated again.

Jiminie: Oh, my little slut likes that huh?

You: Yes....

Jiminie: Yes what?

You:...Yes Sir

Jiminie: That’s my good little slut

Kim Taehyung

You bit your lip nervously as you watched the Skype call connect, your laptop sitting on the bed in between your legs.

“Y/N-ah?” You heard Taehyung’s voice as the video connected and then you saw his boxy smile appear on your screen.

“Hi Tae,” you smiled shyly as you pulled the robe that you had on further around your body.

“Hi baby girl,” he said and you could see his eyes looking you up and down. “Are you nervous?”

“Kind of,” you admitted and Tae smiled. 

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I want to,” you interjected. “Just, scared I guess.”

“There’s no need to be scared jagi,” Tae replied. “This is no different than anything else that we’ve ever done together. The only difference is that I’m not there with you.”

“Ok,” you nodded as you took a deep breath in and out. “I’m ready.”

“Why don’t you start by showing me what you have underneath that robe?” Tae suggested and you nodded again, unraveling the knot that held the robe on your body before slowly peeling it off. “Wow.”

“Do you like it?” You asked as you looked down at the forest green colored lingerie that covered your body.

“I love it baby,” Tae nodded, making you smile. “Is that new?”

“Yeah, bought it for tonight,” you confirmed. 

“You look beautiful. Now, why don’t you work on taking it off for me?” 

Jeon Jungkook 

“Here,” Jungkook said as he handed you his camera and you accepted it with eager hands. “Hey, be careful with it because if you drop my camera, I’m gonna drop you.”

“You know, for us to be making a sex tape, you’re not doing a very good job of getting me in the mood,” you teased, watching him as he laid down on his stomach in between your legs. You checked and made sure that the camera was recording before pointing the viewfinder at the apex of your thighs, where Jungkook was leaving light kisses on your thighs.

‘I’m just telling you because if you break my camera, there will be no mood to get into because you’ll be dead,” he laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Can you just eat me out? Or are you camera shy baby?” You taunted and he looked up at you with a hard glare. Wordlessly, he dived straight into your folds, using his tongue to trace your outer lips and the outline of your clit.

“Holy shit Kook,” you murmured as you watched him through the camera lens. He moaned into you, the vibrations sending a pleasurable jolt throughout your lower half and you almost dropped the camera on your stomach.

“Oh, oh please,” you moaned and Jungkook removed his mouth from you, moving one his hands from your thigh and pressing two fingers into you. 

“Getting a little shaky Y/N-ah?” Jungkook joked but you were too focused on his fingers fucking you to reply to his slick comment. “You’re gonna make this unwatchable for later if you can’t hold the camera steady.”

“Fuck it,” you grumbled as you set the camera on the nightstand that was next to the bed. “Just fuck me, please.”

“My pleasure baby,” Jungkook smirked before leaning up and kissing you roughly.