#You’re the one who should’ve gone to jail

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

I desperately need to know how long Hill has known the Halsey’s and how long he’s been attracted to Meg because this can go from utterly disgusting to world endingly disgusting so quick

[sadesluvr]

Three Simple Wishes - William Afton x Reader

It’s Vanessa’s birthday, but her father William ends up getting the best present. 

A/N:  Pure filth, yet again. This has gone through a BILLION iterations, but I’ve finally done it…I’m off to horny jail. Minors DNI!

Word count: 3.5K

Tags: SMUT / Dom + Sub dynamics / Dub-con / Age gaps (Reader is in her 20’s) / Infidelity / Costume sex / Perv! William / Oral sex, male and female receiving / Sex toys (Vibrator) / Multiple orgasms / Unprotected sex / Creampies / LOTS of use of the term 'Princess' / William is just NASTY, ok? And a bad father but we knew that

Being a Rent-A-Princess was far from glamorous, but sometimes it was rewarding. As for the other times? Having to endure sleazy men who hire you for bachelor parties, and cleaning yourself up from that one sickly child who puked on your dress.

You hoped today wouldn’t be one of those days.

It seemed promising enough to start, until you’d apparently shown up an hour early.

“I’m sorry,” a man named William said. You’d quickly learned he was the birthday girls’ father. “Sarah should’ve told you that they were going to the movies first. It’s funny how she can forget that, but not to nag about everything I do,” he said matter of factly, swigging his drink.

So he was the complaining husband. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before.

“Well, I can wait…” you sighed, playing with the sparkly material of your dress. Mrs Afton had specifically requested that you be a ‘fairy princess’ - so you were dressed in a flowery tiara, crème coloured wings, and a corset-like dress with off the shoulder straps and a tulle skirt that stopped just by your knees. 

“Want a drink?” William asked, breaking the tension. He seemed nice enough, albeit slightly dorky with his large glasses and oddly coloured tie. Apparently he’d come from work.

You politely shook your head, biting your lip as you directed your attention around the room, somewhat oblivious to the way the man was staring at you.

He’d heard of his wife’s “genius” idea to hire a princess, but for some reason the concept had never really manifested in his mind. He’d always seen them as slightly cringey with weird, overly heavy makeup, but you were a dream come true. Shy, polite - perfectly submissive. He wondered what was hidden under the layers of tulle and petticoat; if you’d squirm when he ran his hands up your thighs, spreading them apart so he could finger your pussy. He wanted to see you in action; if you’d stay in character whilst he pounded you into the counter, tears of ecstasy forming in your eyes as you’d squeal when you came around his cock.

His relationship with his wife had gotten stale a long time ago, and it was time that he got a thanks.

“You know, I’ll pay you for this extra hour,” he announced. “Can you do a little bit of your act? I wanna see if you’re good enough for my ‘Nessa,” he smiled, eyes wide and sparkling. Even though he was a grown man, it was actually rather cute. You loved seeing devoted fathers - 

How could you say no? 

You picked up your wand and stood in the middle of the kitchen before you curtseyed.  

“Your wish is my command…” you said gently, peering up at him through your lashes. It was a classic move in the business, but it drove the man crazy. He smirked, finishing the last of his beer before he walked around the counter to join you, leaning against the counter. 

It was then you realised how much bigger he was than you; tall, with a large chest and limbs. What struck you the most was his biceps and thighs - he was far more built than the typical man his age. For some reason you now felt nervous, but it wasn’t the usual pre-show jitters.

“…How may your Princess be of assistance?”

His Princess. You were all his for the next hour.

“I get three wishes, don’t I?” he hummed.

You pursed your lips and nodded, rolling the wand in your hands as your heart pounded against your chest.

“Well, for my first wish I’d like a dance with you,” William said, smirking at your startled reaction.

“I’m not a great dancer…” you said bashfully. 

William stepped closer, reaching out a hand to adjust the material of your sleeves down so that they were level, noticing how your skin freckled with goosebumps upon his touch.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll teach you,” he said softly, taking your hand in his and beginning to lead you into some kind of ballroom dance. 

There was no music but he hummed a deep, methodic melody that came from inside his chest, almost like a satisfied purr of a lion. He was careful as he held you, as if you were a porcelain doll, making sure that his body was a safe distance from yours. Still, your bare legs and the tickly material of your dress occasionally rubbed against his own, earning an apologetic ‘sorry’ from you every time.

You were beyond perfect. Quite literally a fantasy come to life.

Once you were done, you broke away. 

“Where did you learn to move like that?” you chuckled.

“I play a character too,” he said vaguely. “I’m very comfortable in my body. Besides, my wife always said I was good with my hands…” he finished, raising his brows slightly. You bit your lip and cocked your head, giggling at his entendre. 

“What’s your second wish?”

“A kiss,” he said bluntly, and you glanced at the ground shyly. This was certainly beyond your means. Still, you were technically on the job, and you’d jokingly kissed people on the cheek before as part of it. This was the only gig you had that was getting you through college, and you couldn’t lose it.

You nodded, adjusting your tiara before you leaned in, standing on your toes as you planted a kiss on his cheek. His skin was slightly prickly because of his beard, contrasting against your soft, slightly sticky lips. Pulling away, you realised you’d left a smudge of your lip gloss on his cheek.

William hummed at the contact, unable to suppress his growing erection. You smelled heavenly, and your kiss was even better. So gentle, so precise…

“That was lovely, sweetheart, but I didn’t say on the cheek,”

Your eyes widened and you gasped.

“Mr Afton — I can’t…You’re married,”

“That doesn’t matter,” he said dismissively. “It’s all just make-believe. Besides, she’s not here…”

You remained frozen as he got closer to you, his hands again brushing the sleeves of your dress, this time beginning to slide them down your arms. You knew what he wanted.

“Mr Afton, please,” you begged, glancing around the kitchen. If this endeavour was going to happen, it shouldn’t be by a children’s birthday cake. “Not here…”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his voice raspy. The cracks were beginning to show, and his eyes were filled with lust. “This way,”

He led you down the hall and up the stairs. Before you knew it, you were in the Afton’s bedroom, the door left slightly ajar. 

“Get on the bed for me, Princess,” he grinned. “I want to look at you,”

William chuckled as you immediately obeyed, pulling yourself up towards the headboard, sat on your knees, staring up at him expectedly. You were quivering, and it only made his cock harder.

The tulle ran up your thighs, its poorly constructed bottom beginning to leave nothing to the imagination. Your chest was heaving, exposing the outline of your breasts. Even though you were scared, you were so ready for him.

“I don’t want to get caught…” you said softly, a lump bobbing in your throat as he slowly approached you, staring you down like a piece of meat. “I’ll be fired,”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Princess,” he smiled, beginning to loosen his belt as he kept staring at you. “But it works two ways, you know…”

You nodded. 

“Is this your final wish?”

“No. I like to savour my treats…” he purred, pulling down his zipper. “Look up at me, doll,”

You obeyed, letting him take your face with his free hand, cupping your chin as he guided you to his cock. He was a little over average, and it was thick, with a prominent vein running along its side. He groaned and threw his head back as your warm mouth enveloped his cock, precum acting as lube and coating your lips like gloss. His grip remained firm on your face as he began to pump in and out of your mouth slowly, giving you time to adjust to the sensation. You hollowed your cheeks on his cock, guiding your head along the skin as you used your tongue to lick the sides, earning a groan from William.

“Has this pretty Princess sucked cock before?” he teased. “Of course you have…You’ve never had one like this before though, hm? Married, daddy dick,”

You managed a ‘Mmfh’ in response, unable to speak. The man chuckled and let go of your face, letting you do the work whilst he caressed your body, admiring your wings and stroking your neck, his hands making their way down to your chest. You wasted no time in using your hands to grip his base, holding him still as you began to eagerly suck him off, taking him as far as you could whilst your hands jerked him off at the base.

He huffed, and began to unbutton his shirt, leaving him in a vest, showing off his slightly hairy chest. He looked down at you, and you looked up at him, secretly satisfied at the way his eyes were half lidded with desire. It was his daughter's birthday, and his wife was 30 mins away, and yet here he was getting a blowjob from the hired entertainment. It was so sinful, and he’d barely even begun.

“Go deeper, Princess. For me…” he commanded, his voice breathy. You did, and his thick tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Pulling away, a trail of spit connected your mouth to his cock, and the man tutted, scooping it with his finger to run it over your swollen lips.

Had you disappointed him?

“I can do it —” you insisted, psyching yourself up to go again, but he stopped you, bending down to place a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Lie back,” he said simply. “I have a surprise of my own,”

He opened a drawer, fumbling around through the contents before he pulled out a box — to a vibrator.

“It’s all clean,” he said, holding it up teasingly. “You got one of these, Princess? Or are you too much of a good girl for them – Maybe there’s a Prince around to do the job for you…?”

You shook your head. There was one guy named Mike who’d sold you the tires of your car once, but you’d never really pursued him.

“Hm,” William hummed gleefully. “ ‘Got this for Sarah as a fun little Valentine's gift ‘n she never used it. She’s a fucking prude, as you can tell. But you’re going to be my good little princess, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” you replied, and he smirked as he opened the box, wasting no time in sorting it out. 

In a moment he clicked it on, and the quiet house was filled with whirring which filled you with anticipation. It’d been a while since you’d had sex, let alone anything penetrating.

William leaned down, hands on either side of your body as he snaked his hands up the sides of your thighs, calluses brushing the material of your skirt away before he reached your panties.

“I’m gonna put this inside you, okay Princess? Be a good girl for me…”

You hadn’t realised it was a dual operator. 

The rubbery material slid into your folds as he pushed your panties aside with his hands, allowing for the other nub to rest on your clit, leaving the base sticking out of your body. If that wasn’t torture enough, he covered the bottom with your panties, placing them back into position and leaving you with no escape.

The machine began to pulse and vibrate, leaving you as nothing but a squirming mess.

William chuckled at the sight below him, taking a moment to watch you squeal and call out for him as he lazily jerked his cock. This was far better than any porn. Or sex with his wife, for that matter.

You arched your back and clung onto the sheets as it continued to fuck you, the outside handle massaging your clit in circles, sending shockwaves through your body. You’d never been fucked like this, and it was even more sinful knowing it came from a married man.

“Please Sir…” you begged, eyes watery as you stared at him, arms outstretched. “I need —“

“Does the Princess need her King? He’s coming, doll,” he cooed, desire laced in his throaty chuckle. He walked over to you and took your hand, but assumed his position back at your mouth, taking a moment to run his heavy shaft over your wanting lips. You took him in your mouth like a good girl, making sure you teased his balls with your tongue.

He groaned, legs shaking as he ran his fingers to the top of your dress, roughly pulling it down to just below your breasts and began to fondle them with his large hands. He squeezed and tugged on your nipples, bringing you to a point of complete overstimulation as the vibrator continued its motions within you. The room was filled with sounds of wetness from both your mouth and cunt, and judging by the way you were beginning to desperately paw on William’s thighs he could tell you were close.

“Are you gonna cum, doll? You gonna cum all over my wife’s vibrator?”

You whined an ‘uh-huh’ as you nodded your head, and William grinned down at you, pulling himself from your mouth.

“Good,” he hummed. “Open your legs nice and wide for me Princess. I want to watch you,” 

You did so and he stood over you, inspecting you as if he were a doctor. You were beginning to see white, and you barely noticed that the man had dropped to his knees, face-to-face with your aching pussy. In a second, he dragged you towards him and buried his face between your legs, underneath all the layers of tulle and petticoat. He swiftly removed the vibrator and replaced it with his tongue and lithe fingers, flicking at your bud and pumping in and out of you, your juices beginning to coat his digits.

It was heaven when you came. You were so overwhelmed that you’d actually locked your legs around him; allowing him to receive all of your fluids across his face and fingers. He lapped you up like he was starving, his hands holding a steady grip on your thighs and waist, making it clear that you belonged to him.

As you rode off your high, you began to feel sleepy. William emerged from under your dress, looking rather proud of himself as he wiped a droplet of your juices from his beard. You mustered the strength to prop yourself up, and as you did he pulled you into a sloppy kiss by your neck, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Dirty girl,” he murmured. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

You bit your lip as you pulled away, watching the man intently as he dropped his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude.

“Keep your clothes on for me, doll,” he smiled sinisterly. “You look so pretty in that dress. I promise I won’t ruin it…”

Shifting so that you were amongst the pillows, you instinctively hiked up your skirt, watching as William climbed over you. Even though you were fully clothed, you felt completely naked under his gaze, and the severity of the situation finally sunk in on you.

Here you were, the image of innocence and grace, draped across the marital bed of the parents of the child you were supposed to entertain - on her birthday no less - whilst the husband straddled you, ready to fuck you within an inch of your life.

Sarah, Vanessa and the other children could come home any minute. 

“William…” you whispered, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I-I’m scared…”

He grinned. He hoped you were scared of what he was going to do to you, and the idea of being caught by his wife. 

“Shh,” he hummed. “I’ve got you,”

He lifted your legs to either side of him so that your lower back was elevated, and your thighs rested on his own as he lined up with your entrance. He took a moment to tease your slit, rubbing his sticky head along your wet folds, still sensitive from your orgasm.

He pushed into you with little warning and your back arched, relishing in the bittersweet feeling of being stretched open. You thought he was going to begin moving, but he continued to push into you, making sure that the ring of juices you’d left on his cock was entirely covered. He wanted you to take him whole.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned, voice rumbling from the inside of his chest. “You’re so tight…I haven’t had a pussy like this in ages…”

“Will…” you stammered, shutting your eyes as you felt him bottom out within you, balls resting on your skin. “Oh my God…” 

“Such a perfect little Princess,” he said, relishing in the sight of your skin-on-skin. Holding your thighs apart, he pulled back slowly before beginning to fuck into you, the contact making obscene sticky sounds. You had no choice but to grip the bed sheets as he drew long, agonising strokes into you, savouring the moment. Something about it was strangely intimate.

Once William found his rhythm he briefly let go of your thighs to grope your tits through the material before pulling it down and manhandling them himself. They moved with every thrust as your head lolled, mouth open and whining as he fucked you. 

William was a man of many feats, but he’d never believed he'd be able to have this. He wanted you to be his naughty little elf for Christmas, his Cupid for Valentines, and his present for his birthday. Just you, bound by ribbon with a bow on your head would be good enough.

“You like this, hm? Ever fucked another dad like me? They must love having you around,” he snarled, and your pussy clenched at the image.

“N-Noo…” you whispered, squealing as William abruptly slapped your cunt..

“No?” he repeated. “Hm, of course not. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? A true Princess…”

You nodded, leaning up as William leant down to meet your lips in another sloppy kiss, giving him the ammunition to drill his cock into you further, your legs now by his shoulders.

God, this was the best fuck you’d ever had.

He steadied himself on either side of you, and you could feel his hot, heavy breaths from his nose and mouth as he continued to fuck you, eye contact unwavering. 

As his thrusts became sloppier, you felt your stomach knot up, signalling yet another orgasm.

“William…I’m - I’m close…”

“Again, baby?” he hummed. “And here I was thinking I’d get to fuck your ass…Hm, there’s always a next time…”

You hardly acknowledged the implication.

“Y-You gotta — “

“Pull out?” he teased, withdrawing his hips, legs shaking as his nerves tingled and he entered you for the final time. “Oh no, Princess, I can’t do that! I could stain your pretty dress or ruin your makeup…”

He was so considerate.

You nodded, locking your arms around his neck as the weight of his body forced you into the mattress. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came, toes curling as your walls clamped down on his cock, making him feel bigger than before (if that were even possible). It wasn’t long before he came, grunting and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he filled your pussy with his hot cum. He held you there for what felt like forever, making sure every drop wasn’t wasted, nor spilled onto the bed sheets.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, words broken between pants as he began to pull out, watching as the creamy fluids glistened in the natural light, even trickling down to his balls. You looked absolutely spent, and if you didn’t have a job to do he would’ve let you lie there.

Managing to pull yourself up, it was mostly silent until you heard a car enter the driveway, causing you to spring into motion. 

“William, we’re home!”

“Shit…” you murmured, looking around. How would it look if you both came down the stairs?

“Here, take this,” William said nonchalantly, handing you a pink envelope. “Vanessa’s room is at the end of the hall. I trust you know how to improvise...”

You nodded, brushing your skirt into place as you hastily began to leave. William stopped you, raising a hand as if to ‘halt’, and tenderly fixed your tiara, a sly smirk wiped across his face as he did. As he let go, his hands stroked your cheek and his thumb ran over your lips. You took the digit into your mouth briefly before planting a gentle kiss onto the tip, smiling back up at him innocently.

Keys were in the door.

“My final wish…” he uttered, “…Is that you come and work for me. We could really use an Easter Bunny…”

@fandomwritingbit @ahsxual

[theemporium]

Ok your jealousy fic gave me an idea… what about if Daniel actually does find Sunshine behind bars after a night out gone wrong

this was written in like 15 minutes because I couldn’t help myself shshshsbsj but enjoy! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Daniel should’ve known better.

In the past, a lot of his relationships failed because of a lack of understanding. Whether it be the world of his job or the group of people he hung out with, most girlfriends didn’t make it very long before they realised they wanted more and went running for the hills.

You were different because you were already immersed in the world of Formula One. You were an engineer, you travelled with the team, you understood what pressure he was under a lot of the time.

And it meant you understood the other drivers too, that his friends were your friends before you both started dating. Daniel loved that, he loved that you got along so well, he loved that your lives were so intertwined.

And yet, in moments quite like this one, he can’t say he’s all that grateful for the friendships you made.

He should’ve known better when you said you were going out with Max and Lando. He was invited, after all it was summer break and they had weeks to enjoy before they were flying across the globe again. But he declined, happy enough to kiss you on the lips and tell you to message him if you wanted him to pick you up.

Except, he never got that text. In fact, he received no text at all. Instead, Daniel had been woken up by the shrill of his phone ringing, his hand blindly reaching for his phone from his spot on the couch where he dozed off.

But his eyes shot open once the words ‘police station’ and your name was found in the same sentence.

That was how he found himself walking into the local police station in Monaco, haphazardly dressed in whatever hoodie and shorts he could find before he quickly made his way over. He followed the officer into the back, finding you sat between Lando and Max, all with sheepish looks on your face as you sat in the holding cell you had been locked in for the hour.

“Hey, baby.”

Daniel shot you a look—one that was equally reciprocated to both boys on your side, before he turned to the officer again.

A whole load of paperwork and twenty minutes later, the cell was opened and the three of you were scampering out like scolded puppies with your tails between your legs.

It wasn’t until you were all back at your shared apartment where the silence broke. Daniel was far too tired to drop the other two boys at their own homes, just muttering that they could each take a spare room.

After they gave him an explanation.

“Listen—”

“This better be good,” Daniel grumbled, his hands placed on his hips. It was nearing an ungodly hour in the night and he wasn’t sure how much of this story he could handle.

“It wasn’t my fault,” you said to him.

“Really?” Daniel deadpanned. “Then who’s fault was it? Because you were the one in the cell.”

“This bitch!” you insisted. “She wouldn’t leave Lando alone! He’s a baby! He needed help!”

Lando nodded solemnly. “I am a baby. A hot baby, but a baby nonetheless.”

Max’s nose scrunched. “That’s not how that works.”

“So, what? You’re in jail because some chick didn’t leave Lando alone?” Daniel interrupted, pressing his fingers to his temples. “Sunshine, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well no,” you started, a sheepish expression on your face. “I was in jail because even after all the verbal warnings, she wasn’t getting the hint.”

“She tried to stick her hand down my pants,” Lando added.

“So I punched her in the face,” you finished.

Daniel blinked. “You punched her?”

“Yes,” you said, without an ounce of regret in your voice. “Right in the face. Think I broke her nose.”

“Oh, you definitely did,” Max hummed. “I heard it crack.”

“I—” Daniel sighed deeply before looking at the two boys. “How did you two end up in jail then?”

“Some dude got involved and tried to hit me—” you started.

“So, I hit him first,” Lando said with a slightly embarrassed smile. “It hurt. Like, a lot.”

Daniel could barely wrap his head around the whole matter before his eyes fell on his teammate. “And you?”

“I don’t really know,” Max admitted with a shrug. “It was either punching the security guard who tried to throw us out or the hundreds of euros worth of damage we made at the bar after I shoved the man Lando punched into the bar and all the shelves came crashing down.”

Daniel pressed his hand against his chest like he was genuinely winded.

“Baby—” you moved to step closer to your boyfriend.

“Just…let’s get you all to bed, yeah?” Daniel murmured. “I can feel a headache starting and I need at least a few hours of sleep before I can deal with this.”

Both boys didn’t need to be told twice before they ran off down the hall, knowing where their spare rooms were already. However, you stayed where you were, looking nervous as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet and unlike you.

“Sunshine,” Daniel’s face instantly softened as he moved forward to cup your face. “Of course not, baby, I’m just…overwhelmed. You were just protecting your friend…even if it got really out of control.”

“I’m sorry you had to come bail us out,” you murmured, your arms wounding around his torso.

“Just gives me plenty of ammo to use against you three,” he joked playfully before leaning down to kiss you softly. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed before you start planning your next felony.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re acting like I’m a criminal.”

“Well, in the words of Britney herself, I’m in love with a criminal,” Daniel grinned widely.

“You’re cheesy.”

“You like it.”

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[pix3lplays]

I'd kill for more shitty sampo content 😞

Looking at this ask like…did I send this to myself so I could talk more about horrible Sampo…?

But anyways thanks for sending in this ask haha I’m happy to indulge in more terrible Sampo-

Cw! From completely terrible boyfriend to completely terrible husband, emotional manipulation

-Bad husband Sampo-

This guy…

Yeah. He knew he blew it with you when he left AGAIN, but unfortunately for him he needed a place to stay and…you were definitely the most convenient.

He needs Some way to convince you to let him stick around for a bit.

And, well…

He knows you well enough. He knows what will work on you if he bats his pretty eyelashes and plays his cards right.

Of course when he showed up at your house at first you looked…irritated, annoyed, angry even…and he had a good feeling if he didn’t act soon you were gonna finally report him to the Silvermane guards.

“Hear me out-” he says as you begin to close the door. This idiot sticks his foot in the door so you can’t close it all the way.

“What do you WANT, Koski?” you demand, trying to sound mad but obviously in more pain than anything.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be so cold…you know it’s just Sampo for you~”

You glare at him and he smiles like nothing is wrong at all.

“Just one more dinner, babe…gimme one more chance…”

You know better. You KNOW better. Sampo doesn’t deserve one more chance. Who knows at this point how many ‘one more chance’s you’ve given him.

He can see you battling with yourself.

“Is that a yes?”

“Seriously…why would you come back now…?”

“Something wrong with me just wanting to see my favorite person?”

For some reason you can’t help but crack a smile. You hated him, right? Why were you smiling at him right now…?

“I’ll get dressed…” you sigh, and he waits for you politely outside, and when you join him outside he lets out a low whistle like he was oh so impressed with you in your outfit.

“Stop it,” you say, blushing just a bit. He’s just so…yeah.

-

Of course this would happen. Really you should’ve seen it coming.

Sampo, on his knee, proposing to you right in the middle of a crowded restaurant…

You should just walk away. Should just pay for your dinner and ditch him, tell him no…SOMETHING…

But instead…

Sampo was your fiancé now.

He wanted to get married and he wanted to get married FAST.

At this point…you just want him to stay. You’ll do whatever he wants.

You get married, he’s your husband, and now this man has wriggled his way back into your house.

Now he’s your husband, but does he treat you any better?

Of course not.

He’s still the same old Sampo.

The type who disappears for days, and when he does show up again he’s always got some sort of terrible excuse as to WHY he was gone for so long.

Of course you don’t believe him but…he’s your husband. You love him. Somehow you just…manage to make it work.

You can overlook him dragging you into his life of crime. Overlook him disappearing for long periods of time. Overlook all the blatant emotional manipulation he tries on you so you don’t divorce him.

One day this man is going to end up in jail, or dead, and honestly you don’t know which one you’re expecting more.

[universitypenguin]

Part Three

The Princess & the Lawyer - Part III

Summary: The bargain is re-negotiated. Lloyd insists on an addendum, then the promise is fulfilled.

Word Count: 4,841

Warnings: No minors. 18+ readers only. Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, mentions of drug use, addiction, brief hint of child abuse in Lloyd's past, previous criminal activity by Lloyd mentioned, and mention of virginity (the reader insert character is a virgin).

Masterlist

Prior Chapter: Part II

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Despite the two drinks he’d consumed, Lloyd was clear headed.

It’d been years since he’d over indulged in alcohol. He was leery of the substance, a natural byproduct of having a raging drunk for a father. Of course, not recognizing the genetic dominance of addiction, he’d gone another direction: drugs. Starting in middle school, he’d smoked weed in bathroom stalls with the rebellious crowd. Then he’d taken to popping an Adderall now and again, to help him concentrate on schoolwork. A few years later, Xanax had been a glorious discovery that made everything just a little bit easier. At Princeton he’d gained access to a wider variety of drugs. Prozac, Vicodin, Percocet, Valium, Ecstasy, Ketamine… and Cocaine. 

The white powder was his biggest weakness. 

He’d taken the first bump sophomore year and been hooked from the get go. His habit was set by the time he’d gone to Cambridge. The NSA hadn’t noticed his addiction problem when they recruited him. Or maybe they hadn’t cared. He never could guess what went on in the head of the decision makers at “The Fort.” He’d worked there four years before getting caught on a random drug screen. Everything had been smoothed over and three more years passed before he’d gotten the ax for a second failed test. 

Things were easier in the private sector. In France, his top desk drawer had been stocked with all his favorite substances. Cocaine, Vicodin, and Xanax. By that point, weed did little for him, which should’ve been a red flag. Detoxing cold turkey in a Paris jail cell had been one heck of a wake up call. Unless he’d experienced that episode himself, he’d still be telling anyone who cared to listen that he was only a recreational user. A person could run their mouth all day, parsing facts and dressing up the truth, but biochemistry didn’t lie. 

He was familiar with being numbed. That was why he was particularly unhappy at the moment. 

You were plastered to him, arms linked around his hips, rambling. Lloyd guided you up the front steps, catching you by the waist as your toe caught on the top stair. He suspected your last drink was hitting, because you were suddenly drunk as a skunk. 

“Careful,” he said. 

“Mmmh.”

You weaved a path down the front hall and turned into the kitchen. Lloyd took a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water. He handed it over and you wrinkled your nose. 

“Don’t you have scotch?”

“You’re way past your limit, Princess. You need to dry out a bit.”

You waved him off. “Nah. I’m more fun when I’m drunk. Is that a bar cart?”

He stepped in front of you, blocking the path to his living room bar. 

“Princess. If you have another, you’re going to pass out in the guest room.” 

“I’ve had way more than this before and didn’t even have a hangover the next morning.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as you finally took a sip of water. 

He wondered what he was going to do with you. An hour ago, agreeing had been the only course of action. He didn’t want to risk your safety, and the idea of you taking home a random man disturbed him. Now, his fears had cooled and his more rational brain clicked on to sort through the details. 

You were his soft spot. Everyone from the corner office to the janitorial staff knew he was wrapped around your pinky finger. His buddies often teased him that when you found a serious boyfriend, he’d be devastated. Fortunately, you’d never shown much interest in the courser sex. Until these past few months. 

His friends had been right. Your dating had gotten under his skin, irritating him like a bad rash. The disappointment you showed recounting a romantic misadventure was like a punch in the gut.  Aiden’s disregard for your time, feelings, and effort pissed him off to no end. He’d always been protective of you. Introducing a threatening entity had driven that instinct into hyperdrive. It wasn’t devastation or jealousy he felt, but a helpless anger that melted into hurt. Every sting dating inflicted on you made him bleed. His reaction ran deeper than mere empathy; he could feel your pain. It was as if you were a Voodoo practitioner’s effigy, used to crucify him from a distance. Your dates were a torment he was helpless to escape. 

Lloyd caught your eyes wandering around the room. 

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking this is a big step up from dodging Aiden’s roommate.”

“I bet. Come on.”

He took your hand and led you to the sofa. Lloyd settled into the far left corner. You tucked your knees up and settled, facing him, on the middle cushion. He caught the scowl, presumably because of the distance he’d put between you. It was deliberate. Between the bar and home, reality had sunk in. His worries about your capacity to consent were even stronger now. He needed to test your commitment before this went any further. 

“Wouldn’t the bedroom be more comfortable?”

“I want you clear headed, so we’re going to wait for that buzz to taper off.” 

“But we agreed. You said-”

“I know. Now, I’m stipulating that you’re completely sober before we have sex.” 

Your chin lifted. “This is an addendum to the original contract.” 

“No agreement is perfect on the first draft.” 

“I’m not so drunk I can’t consent.” 

There was a sharpness in your tone that made him suspect you’d been planning on the assistance of liquid courage to get through this. His instincts were usually correct where you were concerned. He felt a rush of gratitude that Aiden had shown his true colors. The boy couldn’t be trusted with this much vulnerability. 

“The addendum isn’t about consent. It’s about your mental state. I want you sober, meaning fully self possessed and aware, not tipsy and buzzed.” 

You pouted. 

“Princess, I have a serious question.” 

“What?”

“Have you texted a friend about where you’re at, who you’re with?”

“No. Why would I? I’m with you.” 

His heart fluttered. Lloyd didn’t know why your casual displays of trust always affected him like this. Even so, he devoured them as if he were a spoiled house cat gobbling down expensive, sushi-grade tuna.

“Alright. But if you’re with someone you don’t know well, make sure you have a friend who can come get you. Just in case.” 

You batted your lashes at him and primped, fussing with a lock of hair. 

“Why can’t we just get started?”

“Because you’re nervous. And still too impaired to satisfy the addendum.” 

“You know, tacking on a bunch of last minute qualifiers to a contract you’ve already signed is rude.” 

“Firstly, I didn’t sign anything. It was only a verbal agreement. And secondly… don’t mistake me for someone who cares about being polite.” 

Your eyes narrowed, and your hands went to the buttons of your blouse. Lloyd seized your wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“Hurrying this along. The agreement doesn’t say I can’t take my clothes off before I’m sober.”

“Let’s obey the spirit of the law, not just the letter.” 

He didn’t expect you to comply. When you lowered your hands he let go, but didn’t relax. Sure enough, you looked him in the eye and kicked off your pumps. They landed under the coffee table. 

“So much for the spirit of the law.” 

You twisted around, range of motion limited by the tight skirt, and crawled into his lap. His lips quirked when you burrowed into his chest, like a kitten nuzzling up to its litter mate. You laid your head on his shoulder, closed your eyes, and moaned when he rubbed your back. You looked so relaxed he almost expected you to fall asleep. 

Then you said, “How long until you agree that I’m sober enough?” 

“An hour and a half.”

“You’re not trying to back out, are you?” 

Lloyd took a hold of your chin. He tilted your head back and watched as your eyes dilated, then fixed on his mouth.

“I won’t leave you hanging. I promise I’ll take care of you.” 

Your lips parted, drawing his eyes. They were still swollen from earlier. He’d kissed the lipstick off and appreciated seeing the plump, unpainted flesh. If you let him kiss you every hour, you’d never need to buy another lip enhancing cosmetic again. 

Lloyd rubbed his nose over yours. He kissed you deep, loving the way your mouth opened instantly for his tongue. He couldn’t help but devour you. When he pulled away, your mouth was positively bee stung. He nipped at the full bottom lip and you shuddered, thighs clenching. Fuck. You were going to be a firecracker. 

You tugged him close and drew his head down. Following your lead, he rolled onto his back. You swung on top and took possession of his mouth. Your lips were satin smooth, and you tasted like whiskey. His hips jerked when you sucked on his tongue. Lloyd groaned at the press of your soft breasts into his hard chest. He doubted anything would ever feel as incredible as having you on top of him, showing him how much you wanted him without hesitation. Lloyd caught your hips as you gyrated against him. 

“Slow down, sweetheart. We have all night.”

You scoffed, and he smiled at the displeased sound. 

“Just remember, you can stop anytime you want. I’ll understand.” 

“Why are you trying to push me out the door?” 

“I’m not. But your feelings could have changed.”

“If they have, they’re more definitive than before. I want this, Lloyd.” 

Relief uncurled in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t want to stop, but he was terrified of damaging your relationship. His jaw tightened and he took a deep breath.

“I… care about you, Princess.” 

The words caught in his throat. It was difficult to shove them past the mental fortifications and articulate how he felt. Your fingers seized on his shirt, as if preparing to hold him down. Belatedly, he realized you’d taken the statement as another attempt to shirk his end of the deal. 

“I’m not backing out. I don’t want to hurt you. What I’m trying to say is that I need you to be clear about what feels good, and what doesn’t.” 

Your expression softened. 

“Okay.”

Then you went for the buttons of his shirt. Lloyd laid back and enjoyed your enthusiasm. How could men think your virginity was a turn off? You were so vivacious. He lifted his hips to allow you to pull out the tails of his dress shirt and finish unbuttoning. Your fine motor skills appeared to be intact. If he were evaluating your ability to drive, he wouldn’t have been comfortable putting you behind the wheel yet, but there were signs you were sobering up. 

“Mmmmhhh… chest hair…” 

Your hands sank into the thickest area, between his pectorals. You licked your lips and stroked. Lloyd’s muscles tightened at the caress. 

“You’re warm,” you said. 

The blood in his veins was blazing from your light, innocent touch. Most of it had flowed south, bringing him to a painful state of arousal. He groaned when you rubbed your thumb over his nipple. Then your mouth was on his chest, trailing kisses down his sternum. 

He hissed. “Fuck.”

You nuzzled the area where his oblique met the swell of his pectoral. Your teeth grazed it, then licked at the sweat. You made a noise like a purr. Lloyd shut his eyes and groaned. He felt as if he were a frog being boiled alive. Your tongue swirled over his nipple and he snarled. He caught the back of your neck and dragged you away. Your exploration was affecting him all too much; if you kept this up, he’d lose control. It was imperative that he remain in control tonight. You wiggled in his restraining grip, but he didn’t let go. 

“Can I take off my clothes now?” 

Lloyd growled. “No.”

“I’m not drunk.” 

“But you’re not sober, either.” 

“Can we at least go to the bedroom?” 

Lloyd flipped you in one smooth move, making you gasp. He used his weight to pin you down and kissed you. 

“Drunk you is willing. But we’re staying here on the couch until you’re totally clear headed. How about you show me all the heavy petting you’ve done? Emphasis on the showing.”

You groaned. He laughed at your frustration. 

“When you’re sober, we can get around to the new stuff. Okay, Princess?” 

You sighed and ran your hands over his shoulders, up his neck, into his hair. He met you halfway for a kiss. It was soft and tender, but sizzling with more passion than any of the sex he’d had in his twenties. When you parted, he was panting, shaken by the intensity. You cupped his face, your eyes filled with emotion. The ease with which you offered such vulnerability captivated him. Like a triple dose of Xanax, it went straight to his head. The sight of your dilated eyes, full of passion, and the gentleness in your touch was dizzying.

Suddenly, he appreciated the danger he was in.  He’d never be able to keep his emotions compartmentalized with you. Fear surged, and he resisted pulling away, only because that would invite another Aiden into the picture. He pushed the negative thoughts away and drew you into a kiss. 

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Your teeth clashed with Lloyd’s as your tongues battled for dominance. 

His control just wouldn’t crack. Everything you’d done with the boys you’d dated hadn’t even tripped him up. He kept himself in check while teasing you until you were shaking with desire. This time his kiss was hotter, less restrained. You could taste the wildness. You moaned, arching your back and grinding against him, hands fisting in his shirt to hold him close. His mouth veered off to explore your cheeks, the underside of your jaw, and behind your ear. You gasped when he licked behind the lobe and shuddered at the tingle that ran down to your toes when he repeated the action on the other side. His mustache tickled, making you squirm. 

Without warning, Lloyd reached under your skirt. His big, rough hand pushed between your legs. The feeling was new, and thrilling. He nipped at the pounding artery in your throat. You whined. The high pitched cry was startlingly loud in the quiet room. 

“Steady, Princess. You’ve got half an hour of sobering up left.”

You parted your legs and circled his hips. Using their strength, you drew him tight against your heated core. His hand slid to your hip, and he inhaled sharply. 

“Just fuck me right here. On the sofa, on the floor, I don’t care. Please?”  

“You’re all wound up from just a few kisses? Poor baby. I’m going to enjoy taking you apart.”

“I’m ready.”

To prove it, you ground your aching sex against his crotch. The thick ridge under his belt made it obvious he was just as affected as you were. You couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t give in. 

He flattened his hand on your belly and pushed you down, easily breaking the clasp of your legs. You struggled to hold on, longing for more contact. His eyes flashed in a silent warning as he moved to his knees between your spread legs. You were shocked when he took a fistful of your skirt, right in the middle of the garment, and bunched it up. He eased it higher, over your hips, and took your hand, placing it on the knot of fabric. 

“Hold that, sweetheart.” 

You scrambled to comply. Lloyd gave a low murmur of approval. 

He watched you as he stroked your inner thighs, exploring the sensitive skin. His thumbs rubbed at the hollows of your groin and traced the seam of your panties. The whole time, he studied your expression. You couldn’t help but shiver. His lips curled into a knowing grin. Lloyd stroked his thumb over your cloth covered clit. Your whole body jerked. 

“Lloyd!” 

His index finger slid under the thin cotton. You trembled as the back of his knuckles brushed across your folds. Your panties were soaked with evidence of your desire. He kept rubbing at the cleft of your body, spreading the slickness around, never using enough pressure to give you what you needed. The wildfire of lust inside of you ratcheted higher with each stroke. He slid his fingers down for another pass, pushing the joint of his forefinger into your opening, collecting your juices, and rubbed delicately across the heated flesh, then up, around your clit. You shuddered, tossing your head back, moaning. 

“Please…”

“Shhh.” 

This time he pressed on the little bundle of nerves. Your legs stiffened. You whined and bucked as he did it again. He returned to your opening, collecting more slick, and caressed you again. His fingers move higher and higher… your breath caught in anticipation.

Lloyd stopped. 

“Breathe, Princess.”

You gasped. “Please… oh! Damn it!” 

He pulled his fingers out of your panties and readjusted them. He pried your fingers from the skirt and shoved it down. Your choked noise of protest was ignored. With one arm around your waist, he hauled you onto the far end of the sofa, opposite the corner he’d first sat in. Your back was snug against his front as Lloyd’s arm banded under your breasts. With his free hand, he cupped your right breast. You moaned, arching into the touch. His lips grazed your temple, a soothing sensation amid the raging lust. 

“Someone came prepared. Did you shave, or wax?”

“W-w-wax…” 

He grunted. “Your boy toy wasn’t worth the effort. I’ll make sure you’re treated right. Unbutton your shirt.”

Your hands couldn’t undo the fastenings quickly enough. When you went for the clasp of your bra, Lloyd tightened his arm, preventing you from reaching for the closure. You keened, the firestorm in your belly a painful ache and the heat unbearable. Lloyd kissed your temple again. His fingers teased along the curve of your breast.

“It’s okay. Remember to breathe. It’s just a little foreplay.”

“This… is… torture!”

He chuckled. “Aw, Princess. I bet you did all the teasing with your dates. I think you took charge, set the pace, and never really knew what heavy petting meant.” 

He squeezed your breast, his thumb stroking over the cup of your bra, across the nipple.

“Fuck!”

“Mmmmhh… Have you ever been touched here? Like this?”

“Yes.” 

He petted your nipple through the unlined lace and you arched into his hand. Your brain scrambled as electricity sizzled down your spine, straight to the pulsing muscles in your sex. 

“It wasn’t like this,” you gasped. 

“Well, it takes men a while to figure out how to make a woman smolder.” 

“Smolder?! I’m going to combust!”

Your chest was heaving as he used both hands to lift your breasts, teasing around the peaked nipples, but never touching them. He smoothed his hands down your sides to the waistband of your skirt. His hands were a little rough from calluses, but the toughness was pleasant. Your back bowed as he rubbed your belly. He held you tight, chuckling at your moan. 

“Princess, you need to learn some patience.” 

His hands moved to your shoulders and massaged the tight muscles. You cried, so strung out from desire that you couldn’t form words. You were frothing, livid that he could torment you so effortlessly. The lace bra was suddenly too abrasive on your hypersensitive skin. Your nipples were seized into pinpoints, tighter than ever before. They sizzled, craving his touch. Lloyd plucked at them and you cried out.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

You obeyed, hopeful that compliance would earn you relief. 

He delved into your left bra cup and lightly pinched the nipple. Then he pulled away to knead your breasts through the material. You sobbed, your hands gripping hard around his neck. 

“Come on, honey. Stop whining.” 

“Please. I need more.” 

Abruptly, he undid your bra and pushed it aside. You hissed as his fingers stroked and twisted without the barrier of lace between your bodies. It was electrifying. Your hips wouldn’t stay still. Lloyd’s hand seized your throat. You gasped, not in fear, since the pressure was light, but in excitement at the dominance. He forced your head back and took your mouth. 

He squeezed your throat when you moaned, and it made you quiver. The other hand kept tending to your breast, stroking your nipple. His tongue thrust into your mouth. You whimpered as wetness flooded your panties. He pushed you onto your back, situating your hips on the center cushion. Moving like a predator, he braced his hands on either side of your waist, lingering over your body. Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips touched your sternum. You shivered, so caught up in the moment you couldn’t help but react. 

Desire raced along your nerve endings, straining them until they frayed. Heat poured off your skin. Lloyd licked at the underside of your breast, then lifted it to his mouth. He sealed his lips and drew deeply. Your body jerked. He was merciless as he suckled. It was almost too intense, but so good you couldn’t even cry out. He released the bud and had latched onto the other one before you could take a breath. This time, a yelp escaped as he worked the tender flesh with his tongue. Your arms went around him, fisting in his shirt. 

“Fuck! Lloyd!”

He turned ravenous at your cry. Your body rippled as he lavished attention on your breasts. When your legs jerked together, he slotted a muscular thigh between them, forcing them open. Lloyd made a sound of pleasure as he licked at your straining nipples. You shivered. He nuzzled your collarbone, tasting the sweat that had collected in the hollow before licking it up. 

His mouth slanted over yours for a brief kiss. Then he patted your thigh. 

“Put your legs around my waist.” 

Once you’d locked your ankles around his waist, he stood up. Lloyd squeezed the globes of your ass, his broad hands spanning the entire area. You clung to his shoulders for balance and shivered at the possessive touch. You wanted all the barriers between your bodies gone so you could feel his rough hands on your skin. 

Lloyd carried you towards the bedroom. As he moved, the friction of his chest hair made you gasp. He paused. 

“You okay, Princess?”

“Y-y-yeah… sensitive… your chest hair…”

Your brain was still fuzzy. He caught the meaning and grinned. Then, very deliberately, he pivoted to the wall. Bracing a hand over your head and trapping you with his weight, he pressed himself against you and rubbed. Your muscles went taunt. You quivered, then shuddered. Lloyd crushed you into the wall, flattening you so there was no escape, even as you squirmed. You mewled, keening with physical awareness, and trembled with a tension you’d never felt before. 

“Lloyd! Damn it, please, please…” 

You caught at his shirt, jerking a fist full of material. When he eased back, you moaned at the loss. Lloyd laughed, his eyes dancing with pleasure. 

“Alright, I’ll play nice.” 

In the bedroom, he shut the door and set you down. His eyes were glowing with heat as he stared at you, skimming along your curves like a touch. Awareness sizzled.

“Take it off. Everything. Now.”

Lloyd stepped back. He made no move to undress himself, much to your disappointment. 

His face darkened as you undid the buttons on the waistband of your skirt. You unzipped and shoved it past your hips. Your shirt and bra went next. Getting the uncomfortable lace off your skin was a relief. Finally, you were left in nothing but a pair of Brazilian briefs. You stepped closer to Lloyd and his eyes narrowed. He hooked his fingers under the thin strap on your hip. 

“Everything. Off.” 

You swallowed hard and complied. 

Just as you’d shoved the scrap of material down your legs, Lloyd grabbed your hips and pushed them flush to the wall. You jolted in surprise when he knelt and pushed your legs apart. The broad hands on your inner thighs were a pleasure all of their own. 

Lloyd grunted and glanced up from under his lashes. He nuzzled your folds, his mustache grazing sensitive skin. One leg was jerked over his shoulder as he leaned in, adjusting his position for better access. You were struggling to remember to breathe through the bubbling excitement. Your blood felt thick as if lava was moving through your veins rather than liquid. 

A soft cry escaped when he parted your labia with his fingers and flicked his tongue at your entrance. He teased for a moment, then flattened his tongue, slurping at the wetness that oozed from your body. You grabbed at the wall for balance, and finding it too slick, gripped his shoulders. Lloyd purred. His face was now buried between your legs. You couldn’t see his expression, but his groans vibrated with contentment. Drinking from the wetness of your pussy, he explored higher, each stroke raising just a half centimeter above the last, working towards your clit. 

By the time he licked at the tender bud, you were a wreck of shivering muscles. Your knees were too weak to bear your weight. Lloyd flicked, circled, and stroked. He treated the bundle of nerves like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever uncovered. He was gentle, even more so than you would have been. Despite his delicacy, you were so wound up that every stroke of his tongue was overwhelming. 

“Lloyd!”

“Hang on, Princess. You’re doing great.”

Your hands clenched on his shoulders. It was just in time, because his lips fastened around your clit and he sucked, slow and firm. 

Your knees gave out. 

With a cry, you fell, only to be caught by a brawny arm. Lloyd used the wall and the bulk of his body to hold you in place. When he released your clit, you drew a sharp breath of relief, blinking away tears. 

“Holy shit… Ah!”

He sucked and tapped with his tongue. Your body jerked at the intense sensation. Lloyd growled. He released you, rising to his full height. 

You shuddered against the wall, chest heaving as your head spun. Lloyd wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you upright. His free hand slid into your drenched folds. You lurched onto your tiptoes when he teased your clit. Automatically, you grabbed his wrist to ease the pressure. 

“Let go.”

The tone brokered no discussion, and you released him. He murmured approval and drew you closer. At the moment, he was the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall. Your hips rolled and your spine twisted as he stroked your clit. You were so wet. His touch was feather light, but so intense that you were already going stiff as your release built. Lloyd kissed your temple. You whined and rutted against his hand, begging for more. 

“You’re so sweet. Kiss me and taste it.” 

Your head fell back against the wall at his demand, your mouth already open in submission. He took your lips, and the added sensation made you quake. You moaned at the tangy zest he pushed into your mouth. 

Fuck, it was so much. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he kept up a steady rhythm on your clit. It was different to feel his big, rough, hand rather than the familiar softness of your own. He gripped you tighter and plunged his tongue deep into your mouth. On the heels of that sensual assault, his finger sank into you. 

His tongue muffled your gasp as he took the access even deeper. You moaned, bucking, taking the digit further, as he eased the kiss into a lazy thrust and parry of your tongues. Your inner muscles rippled around his thick finger. It was much longer than your own, and fit snugly against that sweet spot you could never reach. 

You pushed your hips into his hand and growled in a silent demand. Lloyd broke off the kiss. His finger was still slotted into your pussy as he narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Demanding little princess, aren’t you?” 

“Fuck me,” you said, breathless. 

Lloyd’s lips twitched. He ground his palm into your clit. You keened, your arms snaking around his neck to stay upright as you shuddered. Then he crooked his finger, brushing a spot that made you squeak in surprise as your body rippled. You felt the touch everywhere. Each muscle coiled and quivered as if he’d found a master key to your whole body. 

“Lloyd! Ah, Lloyd…” 

The next curl of his fingers sent electricity zapping through every nerve ending in your body and you wailed. He abruptly withdrew his fingers and raised the creamy digits to his lips. You watched, dazed, as he licked them clean.

“Get on the bed, Princess."

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Next - Part IV

[kattythingz]

OH that's wonderful.

Honestly, Ling getting there first is not a bad thing if you consider that YJ was supposed to be a stealth based team at first (and at the end, and I'm pretty sure all around, except that they managed to blow something up every single time they left Mt Justice and yeah, they'll get along incredibly well with Ed)

I love how everyone knew Ed as 'The Fiance' but also how much of what they know is accurate? Because Ling could definitely just brag about his Love, who is Amazing and Sweet and Delicate but Strong and then they meet Ed and he's all those things!.. kind of. They've spent all that time imagining themselves someone to match Ling's sappynnes and now they have a short temperamental asshole who thinks Idiot is a term of endearment (it is)

OK now I started rambling, but I couldn't help it!! It's such a good AU I need more!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAH THANK YOU!! That means a lot to me 🥺 When I say I've daydreamed a lot of this au, I've daydreamed a lot. I'm glad you're enjoying it with me!! As a treat, here's a second scene that got out of my hands again. 2.7k, yeesh. I definitely should've been working on Solaris instead, lmaaoooo.

Part 1 here, for anyone new who's curious.

Robin had to admit, just to himself, that stealth wasn’t ideal for a facility like this. The walls were high and sturdy, composed of some kind of resilient metal that didn’t bend much, and the only space to safely follow undetected were the vents along the sides. Normally, he would’ve gone with the ceiling vents, but there were none here. They might’ve underestimated their resident bad guy’s paranoia last time.

He might’ve underestimated Ling too, as he’d chosen to travel by ground instead, and Robin hadn’t seen him again since. It should’ve been impossible in such an open space, but—it was like the guy had just disappeared. He would’ve been majorly jealous, if he wasn’t curious how that even worked in the first place.

The rest of the team were on standby in their own corners, waiting for Robin’s signal to intervene when needed. They’d initially protested the risk of a rescue mission, but Robin knew they all thrived on the same brand of chaos and rebellion; it was what had bonded them as a team. Obviously, they were on board.

He listened intently to the guards’ loud chattering as they walked their prisoner down an unfamiliar direction. The walls were getting darker here, and colder. The jails must’ve been close.

“—mean, it’d be a little funny if that actually happened,” guard one said with a no-doubt ugly grin. What was it with goons and ugly grins? “I’d kill for vacation time, at this point.”

“Talk a little louder, Jared.” Guard two rolled her eyes. “While you’re at it, why don’t you run back to the boss right now and tell him everything you just said?”

“Oh, come on, you’d pay to see it too.”

“I’m not putting my response to that on record.”

“Nah, you should just go ahead and say it.” It was Ed who spoke, and Robin’s eyebrows shot up, already leaning closer to hear the rest. 

He’d expected a lot of things from Ling’s infamous fiance, but a punch to the solar plexus wasn’t one of those things. He wasn’t anything like the team had envisioned. Needless to say, Robin was way curious about the guy.

“You’ve got a pretty shitty boss down there,” Ed continued, “and I’d know a thing or two about shitty bosses. I mean, no vacation time? Talk about a stick up his a—”

He stopped on a yelp—stumbling from a kick to his left leg.

“Watch it, brat,” guard two said. “The only reason you’re still here is because we need you alive to extract your meta gene from. If it weren’t for that—”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna fucking work, lady,” Ed snorted. “Like I keep telling you—”

He cut off again on a sharper, gritted noise, freezing with the visible shock from his inhibitor collar. Guard two smirked, putting away her remote.

“Your reaction to that says otherwise, boy,” she said.

“I’d think”—Ed heaved a clearly pained breath, still not moving. He was leaning most of his weight on his right leg now—“that anyone would react to being—”

He gritted his teeth again, shouldering another click and a shock.

“—fucking electrocuted,” he finished, biting out.

“You should’ve been paying attention before,” guard two scoffed as her friend pushed Ed to get moving again. He did so with an obvious limp now—to Robin, at least. He didn’t think the guards saw it. “That fancy collar doesn’t react to regular folks. If it’s not from a meta gene, then there’s something about you.”

“You mean a brain? I wasn’t gonna say it to your boss, but it’s pretty funny that your so-called head scientist can’t even grasp the basic concepts of, you know, a science. You sure he’s the right guy for the job, or did he just bang his head against the metal walls enough times before—”

Guard two let out a growl, and, oh, yeah, Robin knew what Ed was doing—and pretty damn well too. In the split second that guard two ditched her stance to strike Ed herself, Ed was already moving.

He ducked under her fist, letting gravity do its own work for a second before kicking the back of her legs.

She stumbled in true, and guard one went swinging too.

“You little shit—!”

Ed whirled around, prepared to dodge, but something else moved in tandem.

A shadow, emerged in a blink, striking the guard in the outstretched side.

Ed didn’t miss a beat and kicked out his right to get the guard’s other side. The guard twisted with his broken axis, and Ed got his hips with the knee. 

The guard yelped before toppling back.

“SON OF A—!”

Ed lifted his leg to deal the final blow, but his eyes widened that time when the shadow beat him to it again—kicking with much more force that sent the guard slamming into the metal wall.

Robin winced at the crack! that accompanied.

Well, he was never pissing off Ling again. Yeesh. 

“Holy shit!” Ed laughed when he registered too, though not fully. “You did not have to go that hard. Who—?”

“Ed.”

Ed froze at the breathy call, and there was Ling now. Crouching and just as affected—the eyes of a man to water in the middle of a desert.

Ed’s breath hitched. “Li—?”

Neither of them noticed guard two rising from her spot.

The jig was already up, so Robin didn’t wait to kick out the vent opening and fling a birdarang. Guard two cried out when it caught her in the cheek, disrupting her balance again as she stood. Ed whipped his head to Robin’s landing, mouth dropping in surprise a little when guard two was already down.

“What—?”

“Hey there!” Robin greeted cheerily, cutting him off. “Nice to meet, I’m Robin, can we get moving now? I think we’ve invited a party.”

True enough, pounding footsteps quaked the ground from a distance. Ling straightened up from his position before nodding, turning to Ed in a practiced motion and tugging him forward. Ed’s gaze darted back to Ling and he swallowed, drawing on nothing but air when Ling broke his shackles with terrifying strength.

“Ling,” Ed started again, stumbling, “what—where—?”

“There’s no time,” Ling interrupted hastily. “Do you trust me?”

Ed wavered at the final soft tone, stark eyes melting with uncanny resemblance to Ling’s when he stuttered, “What kind of question is that? Obviously—” 

“Then follow Robin.”

“What?”

Robin snapped to motion without further prompt and grabbed Ed’s wrist, pulling him along down the hall. “This way!”

“H-Hey, wait—! Ling—?!”

“He knows how to find us! Focus on yourself right now!”

Ed kept a good pace for someone spluttering, “I—I know that, asshole! How do you—?”

When he didn’t turn back in a blaze of fury for Ling, Robin released his wrist and focused on pulling up the building’s blueprints again. If they were tracking the right path, then their safest escape route for Ship to collect them was—

There! 

The halls opened for the VIP section of the building, flanked on both sides by large labs that they should’ve thought to explore before pulling this off. None of the scientists inside noticed them, but that was looking too good to be true any second no—

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Intruder alert. Intruder alert. 

“Fucking hell!” Ed grunted behind Robin, slapping his hands over his ears. “Could they make that any louder?”

The adrenaline was kicking in now, and Robin let out a laugh. “I know! Come on, this way next! There should be—”

“—a VIP exit. Obviously!”

“You know your stuff!” Robin grinned, slamming the final key on his key-glove to hack the cameras and motion sensors. Sparks lit his periphery vision as the cameras drooped, and he heard Ed’s impressed noise at the unanimous reaction.

“Seems you do too. How—?”

Robin tossed him a smirk over his shoulder. Golden eyes were glittering now, just as charged as Robin. “I’ll show you later, if we make it out.”

“Is that a challenge?” Ed shouted back.

Robin almost answered that—totally—but movement around the corner behind Ed caught his eye. 

A wind whipped past them at the same time, and Robin grinned as they received an eager, “I’ve got this!”

“What the—?!”

“Kid Flash!” Robin said. “Another guy you can trust.”

Wally sped to their stopped side not a blink after, shooting Ed an exhilarated grin and a salute. “Hey! Ed, right? Kid Flash, greatest speedster there is and the coolest guy on this ragtag te—”

“Shut up, man!” 

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Ed blurted, deadpan in a way that clocked Wally flat and had Robin cackling.

“Hey! What’s wrong with my uniform?”

Ed didn’t get to further crush Wally when the announcement changed tunes abovehead.

Initiating lockdown in East Wing. I repeat, initiating lockdown.

BOOM!

Where the hallway once forked ahead of them, a great wall abruptly slammed down. Robin was already pulling up his schematics again, looking for the key to hack security, but—

“Crap! Security runs on a separate firewall!”

“What does that mean?” Wally yelped, eyes darting to the other end of the hall where the rats where gathering again. “And why are there so many of these guys?! It’s just one prisoner! Isn’t this overkill?”

Robin didn’t risk breaking his focus with an answer. Down the hall, guards yelped and grunted indignantly.

“ED!”

Ling’s voice echoed in the metal space, and Ed jerked in his direction

“Ling! I’m right here!”

At the same time, Robin cursed. “Crap! I can’t hack this in time!”

“Well, that’s great!” Wally exclaimed shrilly. “And nobody else’s on this side of the wall either! What do we do now, boy genius?”

“If you can just buy me some time—!”

“Forget time!” Ed interjected suddenly, catching both their eyes. His own glare was set ahead on Ling’s figure dodging guards, cutting his way to them. Something passed over his expression, and he set his brow before whirling on Robin.

“You can hack shit, right? Get this thing off me.”

He pointed at his inhibitor collar, and Wally let out another noise.

“Dude! Greater priorities right now, like us being cornered any second—!”

“Got it!”

Robin recognized a “fuck shit up” look when he saw one. He made quick work of the collar, and the light on it clicked green before snapping open.

Wally’s face twisted further. “Hello?!”

They both totally ignored him as Ed cracked his freed neck with a hand. “Thanks. Now step back.”

“I’d listen to him if I were you!” Ling cheered as soon as he was in reach, smiling wider and realer at Ed than Robin thought anybody had ever seen of him this entire time, and already retreated behind Ed. “Ed doesn’t give warnings lightly.”

Robin didn’t need to be told twice, unlike Wally.

He yanked his best friend back into their little corner, leaving Ed to stand in front of them, a stark silhouette in the low light of the hall against the mass of guards that stopped to blockade the other end of the hall.

“We have you surrounded, boy,” the head guard called with their weapon pointed. “There’s nothing for you to melt safely here, unless you want to cook your friends with the rest of us.”

Ling’s chuckle sounded before Ed’s—though the latter rang louder.

“Yeah, about that,” Ed snorted.

He clapped his hands together, and electricity hummed in the atmosphere, like every time Wally had tried and failed to speed through walls. Several guards tensed at the feel and Ling particularly grinned with more teeth beside Robin.

“Melting isn’t the only thing I can do.”

The head guard straightened, holding their weapon higher. “Boy, I’m giving you a chance here—”

“That’s funny,” Ed said. “So am I.”

He slammed his palms to the ground, and, all at once, the walls convulsed around them. Electricity zapped down the metal seams, quaking the ground with a mighty, unseen shifting in the cogs.

There was a split-second pause, as Wally whispered, “What the hell was that supposed to—?”

The walls exploded.

One by one, like endless dominoes left and right and up and down, metal branched from every which way to SLAM between Ed and the guards, shaking the ground with tremor after tremor, until, in a manner of seconds—

The entire distance had disappeared. 

Where a great hall once sat between them and the enemy, now stood a wall no more than a few feet from Ed’s nose.

Wally and Robin both gawked that time.

“God, that felt good,” Ed announced, wiping his hands from a job well done. “Fucking idiots. As if all I could do was melt shit.”

He turned to the stunned group of them, absurdly nonchalant for a guy who’d just molded the walls like playdough, and Robin seriously couldn’t help it.

“Holy shit,” he said, and Ed cracked a grin.

“Watch your fucking language,” he replied. “Not so bad yourself, kid.”

Robin was going to answer that, but a certain blur zooming past beat him to it.

It wasn’t Wally.

Ed yelped when he was abruptly lifted in a hug—a noise that ended in a squeak when he went spinning too. His face erupted in red as he slapped Ling’s shoulder, stuttering, “Hey! Your friends are right there, you idiot prince—!”

“You’re calling me that name again.” Ling’s voice came out muffled into Ed’s chest, and he halted his wriggling to look down wide-eyed at Ling. “You’re—you’re really saying it, and you’re yelling at me again—you’re really here. Ed, Ed, yáng’er—”

“Ling—” Ed started a little faintly himself now.

“Ed,” Ling choked out, so much and so suddenly like a prayer, Robin tore his gaze from the sight when Ed’s breath hitched too. Wally did the same in his periphery, and they both heard rather than saw the click of Ed’s boots touching the ground softly again.

“Ling…” Ed’s murmur, however low, reached them anyway. “Hey, don’t—”

“Don’t ask me not to make any faces now,” Ling said thickly over him. “You were an entire world away. An entire world—wěidà lóng, I couldn’t—”

“Babe.”

Robin shifted at the soft tone, really feeling like he was intruding now. There was a brush of skin on skin, and a soft tap.

“I know,” Ed whispered. “I—I missed you too, fuck. You have no idea how… when I heard from Lan Fan that you were missing—” A shuddering inhale, and an exhale. “What were you thinking, you idiot?”

Ling’s laugh sounded like a frozen breath in the air.

“I might not have been thinking at all,” he murmured, “if I’m being honest.”

“Of course not.” Ed mirrored the laugh. “That was a rhetorical question, dumbass.”

“Hey…”

The protest was absolutely nothing, and it hung the moment for a long, awkward beat on Robin’s part.

He was just about ready to burst when activity blessedly thumped behind the safe wall.

Ed and Ling looked up from their tangled position—oh, god, they had been touching foreheads, gross—Ed going a little wide-eyed when the gate was forced open, by none other than—

“Miss Martian!” Robin cheered fast with his relief. “Boy, am I so glad to see you!”

Superboy raised an eyebrow from the ground level along with Artemis, and Kaldur totally wanted to do the same but refrained. He had that Look on his face that spelled it out.

“We heard you required back-up,” Kaldur said, as close to smug as his politeness got, and Robin rolled his eyes good-naturedly. 

“As if,” he scoffed. “We had it totally handled.”

“Well,” Ed’s chuckle drew the team’s attention back to him, where he’d finally detangled himself from Ling, though they still had one hand on each other. “More like I had it handled. But you guys helped, I guess.”

“‘I guess’?” Wally squawked. “Dude, who took out half those goons earlier?”

“Definitely not you, kid idiot,” Artemis said with a smirk.

Ling hummed, “I must agree there. And, on that friendly note—” He glanced aside fondly. “Ed, these are—”

“Your friends?” Ed drawled, and Ling flushed—actually flushed! Robin didn’t think that guy had ever blushed around them before, that was priceless. “Yeah, no shit, babe.”

Artemis chortled at that, and even Kaldur and Megan were looking amused now at this new side of Ling. Ed caught all their fondness in a single sweep, and grinned.

“Yo. I’m Edward Elric.” He stole his own warm peek of Ling, and smiled. “My friends call me Ed, though.”

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Jamie starts getting harassing messages and phone calls at all hours. He tries to hide it but soon everyone knows something is wrong. When Roy finally confronts Jamie and gets his hands on Jamie's phone, he goes terrifyingly quiet and then takes charge, moving heaven and earth to protect Jamie and get to the bottom of who is behind all this. One surprising thing is that it 's not Tartt Sr. and his lackies who are behind it, so who is doing all this and why?

Why of course it’s aliens that’s always the answer.

Kidding. Sorry.

Roy knows he needs to sleep, he can’t though he’s so worried about Jamie. The police say they’re looking into it. They’ve ruled out Jamie’s fuckhead of a father.

It’s around 3am weeks later when Roy gets the call. They found who did it.

Some lady named Kat.

He wakes Jamie, “baby wake up cops gotta talk to you.”

Jamie wakes slow, “mm yeah.” “Cops baby.”

Jamie sits up, he rubs his face and takes the phone. “Yeah.” Roy watches as his face slowly look more horrified. “Yeah no I know who she is. Ex girlfriend. Brief ex. Like less then two months because she was crazy.”

Roy’s never heard of her, and they’ve gone over most of their ex’s together. He holds Jamie’s hand.

“Great okay so she’s going to jail?” Roy smiles. “Christ okay thats bad. Glad to hear you guys caught her. Yeah thanks okay. Bye.”

Jamie smiles at Roy, “we’re good now. I’m safe.”

He swings a leg over Roy’s lap. Roy grabs his hips, “words can’t tell you how happy I am Jamie. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Jamie ducks his head. Roy brings a hand up and taps his chin. “What Baby are you okay?” Jamie looks back up at Roy. He opens his mouth and then closes it. “I’m sorry.”

Roy presses his head back against the headboard to really look at him. “Sorry? Jamie what in the world no.” Jamie looks like he’s considering crying.

“I should’ve thought of her sooner she was crazy Roy. Like actual crazy had news clippings of me from high school, I found them in a box.”

Roy blinks, oh. “Oh. Woah. That’s bad.”

Jamie laughs. “I was terrified, broke up that day with her.”

Roy brushes Jamie’s hair off of his face. “Sounds like a safe choice. A good choice. A choice that should’ve made it clear that none of this was your fault.”

Jamie curls and tucks his head under Roy’s chin. “Thanks for taking care of this, love you.”

Roy kisses his head, “I always wanna take care of you, love you too.”

[storiesofsvu]

Happy Thursday! It’s a very big day pascal!!!

(hint… that has nothing to do with l&o… im sorry for what im about to become…)

Okay, mothership. Let’s see how this starts out.

Okay… so… hear me out… our vic is recently out of jail, sure they were exonerated, BUT I guarantee you the parents/family of that little girl don’t fully believe it and they just became your prime suspects. (and if they don’t even question them in this ep I will be disappointed in them…)

Yeah I really like this new DA.

“ONLY TWO TRIALS IVE EVER LOST” ???!! JESUS FUCK he’s *good*

Ooooo and now there’s $10 million dollars involved. The plot thickens…

I think I say it every week, but I LOVE KATE

I know this bald guy from somewhere but I can’t remember where. OH!! IS IT NURSE JACKIE?! I think it’s from there.

That blue suit shaw’s got on is FIIINE.

You know… I think what I disliked the most about the OG l&o was cosgrove, mccoy and Nolan. Now two of those are gone and I’m actually enjoying the show more LOL.

Why is the courtroom backwards?

Very likely unpopular opinion: I think carisi would fit in really well on this show. We should replace Nolan with him, actually get him some screen time and court room scenes considering svu never lets him be a lawyer anymore (I know we’re getting some tonight but still. I’m salty with how few court scenes we’ve gotten since covid)

SAM IN THE GREEN PANT SUIT!!!! YES!! GIRL!!

Ooooo what a plot twist!! Yaass!

Okay… I might skip TO, we’ll see if it hooks me in the intro or not

It did not suck me in. the end.

SVU here we go!

Ooooooooo a JURY deliberating?!?! We’ve never gotten to see this before!! I think this would be a super neat thing to see more often!

Ohhhh fuuuuuccckkk me. Velasco in the leather jacket and on his bike. FUCK. I literally let out an audible groan and dropped the apple slice I was eating. FUCK. I am down bad for him rn.

Who’s kid is that with fin?

TERRY NAKED IN BED WITH A LADY!!! TERRY NAKED IN BED!!

Listen this like, 10 seconds of personal life is all I need on a regular basis.

Okay he’s found guilt but im assuming that the girl they “peer pressured” into it is gonna come back to bite them in the ass

There’s gotta be some weird ass connection here, OR it’s a Bronwyn 2.0 situation. The way she looked at him? Ugh.

Im over the two new girls on the squad. Over it. I don’t like either of them.

Ah.. yes.. here we go. fuck this shit.

“you’re the one who wrote the bau profile” ….they’re literally trying to be criminal minds now. They DO realize that criminal minds is currently airing right? And that they’re not directly competing with each other, right? Like…cm is on streaming, they’re on cable, and they’re on different days/time slots. Stop with all this profiling shit and stick to just the nypd detective shit. That’s WHY we watch the show and what we come for…

Welp. Adding new charges is certainly a way to go rn. BUT now the defence can come back and say that they’re making shit up just to bring a new case to convict.

I know (assume lol) that it’s the same actress but the three “versions” of Maddie look nothing alike to me. Like, that is not the same girl lol.

I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT WHO TERRY WAS IN BED WITH. One night stand? Gf? Casual dating? Fwb? WHOOOMST

“why didn’t you tell anyone this before?” coming from CURRY is EXACTLY why it should’ve been another SVU detective in that room, they know how to act, how to encourage victims to open up. (I get that maybe the thought behind it was that she’s a woman vs the rest of the men, but still).

HAHAH not carisi calling out the other boys for being divorced when they’re giving him shit about marriage troubles. I love him.

Ohhhh gooodddddddd no. not repping himself… fuck.

Okay…either this guy is dumb AF, or he’s playing dumb. Like the comment in chambers all “where do I sit? I’m Canada, I don’t know how the law works down here” and now he’s getting cocky and repping himself? Like yeah, I lowkey get it, Im Canadian and know more about laws in nyc than up here but I’m sure this man wasn’t out writing fanfic while kidnapping girls lol. Like, does he ACTUALLY know enough to accurately rep himself? Probs not. Like that’s fucking dumb. Carisi should be able to get him on so many technicalities and make him look like an idiot/rile him up enough to explode.

Also highkey worried about benson on the stand. She’s already so wound up it might not take long for her to burst. AND considering the jump scare that was William lewis last week, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still on her mind and a perp grilling her on the stand is gonna give her flashbacks of that trial and we all know how that went….

How tf  did he get a MILLION dollars?!

“carisi’s right, that monster needs eyes on him” YEAH DUH. THAT’S YOUR FUCKING JOB OLIVIA! Get yourself/your team on it!

What do you mean you’ve NEVER BEEN ON A STAKEOUT BEFORE?!? Curr’s an iab captain, I’m SURE she had to start as a beat cop… cmon.. that’s lazy writing.

Okay, but madi’s mom isn’t texting the perp to actually sleep with him, she’s doing it to get under his skin, right? Or like, to seduce him and she’s going haywire to kill him, right?

This guy is SO gross.

How is he SO good in a courtroom???

I thought amanda was in this episode?

Yup. Called it.

Velasco could shoot me any day. Sir. Please. I am begging.

“and now fin I want you to leave” girl. What. You’re going so fucking rogue and im so here for it LOL.

Okay, im just now remembering the description of the ep that amanda’s in, I was confused lol

Okay, that ep was good. Lets see how OC does next

Wait… I wasn’t paying attention, was that the MIA cop? Sam? Cause if so… fuck…

Ok, judging by these flashbacks, yes.. god his poor wife.

Elliot.. youre talking like a cop. How long have you been doing this? You know better.

The pacing of these episodes is too slow, it’s getting boring. It’s too much of stabler UC and not enough of actual police work/in the office. Its losing my attention FAST.

Like.. I watch this show for the cast as a whole and when we get arcs like this it turns into the Elliot stabler show and im not here for that. Throwing Ayanna UC for the meeting was a great addition but now we’re back to the stabler show and I’m scrolling my phone not paying attention.

Also… OC always fucks up and doesn’t have subtitles on it and that makes me lose interest cause I just simply cant watch shit without subtitles lol

Man I really fucking feel for sam’s(?) wife. This is heartbreaking. Ayanna & jet both with the single fucking tear? PLEASE. I’m literally crying.

Okay, stabler’s older(?) brother? Was he once a cop too? Or is he just playing cop rn? Is he gonna get himself killed??

This man needs therapy. Period.

“im no cop…”

“relax. I’m atf.” YAS lol.

“youd be surprised” “maybe I wouldn’t” yeah…none of us would. Stabler’s always in trouble.

Well THAT’S SUSPICIOUS

Man, we all knew this was coming, like the foreshadowing (for us as viewers) was SO obvious, but this still suuuuper complicates everything, ESP with joe being MIA.

Okay. That’s all. law and order day is officially over and the rest of the weekend is all about taylor swift. I’m not sorry. T-minus one hour!!!

[263adder]

Hands (Paddy x Eoin)

Fandom: SAS: Rogue Heroes

Relationship: Paddy Mayne x Eoin McGonigal

Rated: M

AO3 Link

Eoin watched passively as Paddy bodily threw his latest opponent out the door.

“You seem to be of a mind to fight the entire squadron.” He commented as Paddy retook his seat, irritatingly swiping the blood from his knuckles before touching the chess pieces.

“Wouldn’t have to if people would only mind their own business.” He grumbled.

“Considering you wanted to join, I would’ve thought there would be less bloodshed.”

Paddy grinned. “If you wanted less bloodshed, we probably should’ve gone to Burma. It’s a testament to Stirling that half the people here are half as mad as me. Any other commanding officer would run for the hills if they were given a group like this.”

“Stirling wasn’t given us.” Eoin pointed out. “He picked us. Well, you. He got saddled with me when he made that choice.”

“I didn’t exactly get a choice either. After I fucked up Burma. It’d be a hell of a trip for you to visit me in my desert jail cell all the way from the jungle.”

“I’d still be visiting, would I?”

“If you ever want to improve your game you would.” To underline his point, Paddy stole another one of his pawns. “I thought our partnership was founded on my being mad and you being smart?”

“Are you picking a fight with me now?” Eoin teased. “You can mock me, but be aware I may stop teaching you how to play the piano out of spite.”

“You are many things, Eoin McGonigal, but spiteful isn’t one of them. It amazes me that a man like you isn’t a fucking do-good do-gooder Quaker. Would almost be as bad as you being a Catholic.”

“Was that another insult?” He chuckled. “I would’ve thought that last punch to your head would’ve knocked some calm into you for at least an hour or two.”

“Never.” Paddy vowed. “I couldn’t avoid a fight if I tried. Especially out here. I don’t know whether it’s the war or the desert. Only man who seems to be sane is you.”

“And Lewes.”

“The man’s not calm; he’s as fucking mental as the rest of us. Jock is just quiet about it. It’s what makes him all the more dangerous.”

Eoin cast a glance out the mess hall window where Lewes was conducting drills, likely preparing them for another long march through the desert on no water. He was fairly certain he should be out there, but he’d noticed the higher-ups in this new regiment rarely seemed to part him from Paddy. Instead they were playing chess in the hall with half a dozen other men who’d been given recreation time. The few left who hadn’t been scared off by Paddy’s latest rampage were playing cards.

In the second he’d taken his gaze off Paddy, he had somehow gotten drawn into another rampage.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He bellowed at one of the men.

“N-nothing.”

Paddy stood again, knocking back his chair. “Why don’t you learn to mind your own fucking business? Or is a lesson that you need teaching?”

“I wasn’t looking at you!”

“Keep talking and I’ll deliver my fist to your face and your teeth from your arse.” Paddy threatened, encouraging their latest interruption to move on.

Eoin stayed in his seat as Paddy backed the man up and out of the door. It didn’t take his friends long to follow. The look they gave Eoin on their way out proved they thought he was mad. He wouldn’t be surprised if they avoided Paddy like the plague from thereon out, hard as that might be in such a small unit.

“There you go again.” He said once Paddy retook his seat.

“Mad fuckers, just like I told you. Shame they couldn’t be clever too.”

“You’ve cleared the room.”

“Good, we might actually be able to finish a game for once.”

Taking a chance, Eoin said, “You know, you haven’t challenged me yet.”

“I’m challenging you now.” Paddy rebuked, moving his rook to put him in check yet again. “Not that you’re giving me much of a game.”

“We can’t all be chess prodigies. Besides, you know that’s not what I meant.”

Paddy gave him a sharp grin. “I only fight people who piss me off.”

“You fight with everyone.”

“That’s because everyone pisses me off.”

“But not me?”

“Not you.” He sighed, refocusing on the chess board.

Eoin narrowed his eyes, thought for a second. He couldn’t think on it much longer or that common sense of his would kick in. With a swift flick of his index finger, he knocked over his king.

Paddy looked up at him. “We’re not doing this again, are we?”

“You said it yourself, I’m not giving you much of a game. Might as well forfeit in that case.”

As he’d thought he would, Eoin watched Paddy pluck up his sacrificed piece and replace it on the board.

“There’s no point of playing if you don’t play through to the end. You wouldn’t like it if we stopped a song halfway through and this is no different. Now pay attention. You’re still in check but you can get out of it if you think through your next move.”

Eoin nodded, as if taking in Paddy’s advice, before flicking the piece over again.

Paddy’s jaw tightened as he reset it. Before Eoin could knock it over again, he snatched his hand.

“Stop that.”

“Am I starting to piss you off now?” He goaded.

“I may have spoke too soon when I said you weren’t mad.”

Laughing, Eoin otherwise sat still waiting for Paddy’s next move.

“Pick up your king.”

“No.”

“Eoin.”

“Patrick.”

He knew he smiled easily, it’s what kept him out of other people’s rages in a place like this. And the smile still came easily, even when Paddy shot him a glare that would make most men wither and turn tail.

“You never pick fights.”

“I wouldn’t say never.” Eoin rebutted. Paddy was forceful, but Stirling and Lewes wouldn’t have accepted him if he couldn’t hold his own. If he weren’t mostly fearless. Granted, his fights weren’t borne of rage: they were driven by need. Hitting back when his smile didn’t win someone over; standing up for someone who couldn’t; killing an enemy that needed to die.

He hadn’t been with the three of them when they trained – doing whatever the hell they’d done to turn them into such effective killers. He’d been with the Royal Ulster’s, and what he didn’t learn there he learnt through doing. It was easy to smile and put aside his common sense. Jump out of an aeroplane. Sneak into an enemy camp. Challenge the maddest man in the desert to a fight. What could go wrong? He only had one life and he could lose it tomorrow. Or he could live to a hundred with a hundred regrets to live alongside him.

His mother would never forgive him, but what was it Lewes said – amongst the enemy your mother isn’t watching? Something poetic like that. Well they were deep amid the enemy out in the desert.

“You’re serious?” Paddy asked.

“The game’s over.” Eoin confirmed.

There was a war raging in Paddy’s eyes, a different one to the kind that usually inhabited him. When he dropped Eoin’s hand, he expected a different response to the one he got.

“Get up then.”

His heart gave a pathetic thump before he complied, taking care to rise slowly from his seat as though he were at ease – as he always was. At ease while he watched Paddy unleash that rage on unprepared men. Eoin liked to think he was prepared, even if it would be a first for him personally. For some reason, Paddy had liked him from the moment they met. He wasn’t sure what had gained him the rare honour. 

Raising his hands, Paddy beckoned him. “Come on then. If you’re determined to prove that you’re mad, do it.”

Not thinking about it, Eoin launched his left fist to hook toward Paddy’s gut. He deflected easily.

“Come on, then.”

His next attempt was also swiftly dodged, but Paddy didn’t make any attempt to return fire until Eoin successfully stomped on his foot and connected his fist to one of his ribs. Paddy retaliated with an open handed hit to the back of his head.

“Better.” He grunted, circling. “Not enough to keep you alive out here though. Try harder.”

He tried to tackle him with arms wrapped around his waist. Paddy dug his face into his neck and pushed back just as fiercely, keeping them locked in place barely moving an inch. Eoin could feel Paddy breathing strongly against his overheated skin, raising goosebumps in his wake despite the oppressive desert heat.

“Are we really doing this?” Paddy muttered against him.

Eoin didn’t think that question was really directed at him, it was just the mad Irishman voicing his thoughts aloud, but that didn’t stop him from answering. He always answered Paddy.

“Of course we are.”

A hand in his hair ripped his head backward and he caught glimpse of a snarled mouth and eyes madder than he’d ever seen. Their heads collided with such force that Eoin wasn’t sure at first whether it was a continuation of the fight, whether Paddy was truly going to fight up – beat him. It was only when Paddy licked into his mouth that he realised what was happening, and was suddenly quite grateful for Paddy’s insistence of frightening off their entire company or else they’d have had quite an audience. As it was, someone only had to look through the window.

Taking advantage of his surprise, Paddy hooked his leg under Eoin’s knee and successfully tackled him to the floor – all without breaking the kiss. It made Eoin wonder, as the sharp collision forced a moment’s awareness into him, how often Paddy had done this and with how many other men.

He tried to show his affection by running his hands up Paddy’s spine, but they were swept back and forced to the floor.

“Those bloody hands of yours.” He grunted, twisting their fingers together before taking his mouth again. Eoin had never been kissed like it. It was as if the air was being pulled from his lungs, leaving him dizzy before a gasp between attacks brought him back to Earth and the intoxicating feeling of Paddy’s weight sprawled atop of him. He wasn’t entirely sure any of this was happening – it felt more like a mirage or a fever dream or something to that effect rather than reality – but that didn’t stop him from hoping it was.

That push back and forth between them, waiting for the other to give a more overt sign. Trying to contain his disappointment when he thought Paddy would go to Burma without him; the shared joy when they thought they’d go together. Breaking the gap between them and placing a hand through the bars; Paddy laying his hand atop his in return. Teaching him how to play the piano; learning how to play chess.

He tried to give his all back in the kiss but Paddy kept him pinned down, leaving no room for movement. As if he would use any opportunity to escape.

Eoin could die here.

The next time Paddy pulled back he moved in for his neck, biting his jugular and repeating the action when the sensation of his teeth caused Eoin to buck beneath him.

“Paddy.” He gasped.

“Shh.” He replied, pressing a kiss to the bite mark. “You don’t want to gain an audience do you? They’re only outside you know.”

That had been easily forgotten in the moment, now all Eoin could think about was how close Lewes and his men were to the mess hall window. They’d only have to glance inside. Then down to the floor where they were currently sprawled. “Why did you have to remind me?”

“Relax,” Paddy coaxed, moving his mouth to hover over Eoin’s, “there are no rules here, remember. Unless you want me to stop?”

“No.” He answered quickly. It was the right response, as Paddy finally released his hands giving him the opportunity to do what he had craved for months – twisting his fingers through his hair, pulling the other man closer to return their mouths together. Paddy’s hands travelled down his back, rucking up his shirt to run fingers over his bare waist.

It was impressive the windows hadn’t steamed up, Eoin felt as though he were on fire. Although that sensation was extinguished when he heard someone clear their throat.

Eyes snapping open, he looked past Paddy’s mutinous expression to see Stirling hanging his hat by the door.

“An officer walks into the room and yet… no salute?” Stirling said, lips curling into a smirk.

“Only if I stand, and I can’t imagine it’s a salute you’d want to see. You already seem to feel inferior around me anyhow.” Paddy replied brusquely, staying firmly in place and keeping Eoin there in turn. “Is there something I can help you with, Captain? Maybe in finding the exit?”

“I merely thought you’d like advance notice that Jock is finishing up his drills and the men will be returning here shortly for a well-earned drink. I know of your fondness for showmanship Mayne, but McGonigal might not feel the same. Hmm?”

Paddy looked down at Eoin, thinking for a moment before hurling them both to their feet. He kept their bodies close, angled, as he gave Stirling a nod.

“Aye. Well, try not to miss us.”

“I take it you have a tent?” Stirling asked teasingly, as they moved toward the rear door. “Maybe consider using it in future, instead of communal areas.”

They did have a tent; Paddy had secured it for them early on and frightened off anyone else who tried to take up residence in it. There weren’t enough tents for two men to take one for themselves – even Stirling, their CO, shared with Lewes – but Paddy had a way of making people come around to his way of thinking. He’d never been so grateful for it.

“Paddy.” He muttered as they marched toward it. “Stirling…”

“He won’t.”

“But how do you…”

“He wouldn’t. I know him. He might be a self-entitled egoist, but he’s no bigot. If he can find it in himself to tolerate an American, he’ll keep his mouth shut about this. Trust me.”

Eoin did, so he let it go.

Flipping open the tent’s flap, Eoin followed Paddy inside. Usually when they retired for the evening – or whenever Paddy got too pissed off to be around other people – Eoin would head for his bed and take up whatever book he’d borrowed from his countryman’s collection. That was if Paddy didn’t read it to him – he liked that.

He was about to suggest they pick something when he was seized again. He half expected to land on his back a moment later but their kiss was softer this time, less angry, less rushed. Without his hands pinned to the floor, Eoin was able to wind his way closer and fully lose himself in the embrace without fear of further intrusion.

Paddy remained the one in charge and ended their kiss when the air around them seemed at risk of combustion. Pushing Eoin’s hair back, he looked up, trailing his gaze over his face to commit him to memory.

“What?” He asked, smirking at Paddy’s breathlessness. It was quite a feeling, bringing the mad dog to heel.

Pulling back, Paddy assessed their beds and started work pushing them together. Eoin crossed his arms and watched, his grin getting progressively wider. That was that then, they were sharing. Of course the mad bastard wouldn’t ask, or even consider the potential questions it would raise if anyone were to pay them a visit.

Laying down, a swift pat of the space beside him indicated where he was meant to go and so Eoin dropped down beside him. It was too hot with the sun still out to curl into each other – that would come later – so they settled with tangled fingers and boots knocking together.

Paddy leant over and pressed another kiss to his lips before settling back down. He stared up at the canopy, wondering what on Earth had happened to make this finally happen – wondering what it meant for them – before he spoke again.

“You know what, Eoin? You run risk of making me love life enough to become a coward. To run from danger instead of toward it. Would you run away with a coward, Eoin? Or would I become a hen you wouldn’t want?” Paddy said, referencing a song of theirs.

“You wouldn’t want to run from the SAS.” Eoin said, taken aback. “This is everything you’ve been after. No rules, no stalling, no…”

“No guarantee of living to the next day. That’s stayed the same.”

Rolling his head toward him, Eoin posed a realistic question – the kind Paddy hated. “Where could we even go? Burma?”

“I might lose you there too.” He sighed defeatedly, staring up at the canopy. This wasn’t a concept Eoin was used to: Paddy giving up. He didn’t want them to be the reason it happened.

“Leave the army entirely?”

“Desertion. Worthy of an execution that is.”

“Men have tried to put a noose around your neck before.”

“Not yours. Never yours.” Paddy groaned. “This is what I mean, Eoin. You make me want to live. It’s never been a problem I’ve had before.”

Knowing the ridiculousness of the statement before he even offered it, he replied, “We might make it.”

There was no humour in the returning laugh. “My only hope is if I keep you alive or I die with you. The only hope we have of growing old together is if we share a grave. And doesn’t that just scare the shit out of you?”

Eoin thought about it, the two of them rotting together, felt Paddy crane his neck to look over at him while he did. Honestly, it sounded quite nice. A thought that should have been terrifying and yet it wasn’t. Death should be terrifying, but with Paddy it wasn’t. Paddy was the only thing that made the desert bearable and he never wanted to experience it without him.

He offered up that easy smile of his in return. “No.”

Paddy returned the grin; his own much wider, much wilder.

“Good lad. You never let me down do you?”

“I try not to.”

“I’ll try too.” Paddy promised. “God help me, I’ll try. You know you’ve picked a mad one though?”

Eoin snickered. “Picked? At what point today have I been given a choice?”

“You could’ve thrown me off if you’d wanted to.”

“Aye, I could’ve.”

“You didn’t though.” Paddy reminded.

“I know.”

“There’s been many a time you could’ve turned tail. I’ll never understand how I haven’t scared you off.”

“It’s not like you’ve ever tried.”

“Aye. It’s too hard to threaten the face of such a handsome bugger.”

“That’s lovely, that. You should put that in a poem.” Eoin said sardonically. “You could rival Keats.”

“Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes, and sweet is the voice in its greeting…” Paddy recited effortlessly, “Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand…”

He squeezed his hand, “And earnest a kiss on the brow…” Paddy turned on his side to drop a kiss between his eyebrows.

“Are you going soft now?” Eoin teased.

“Only in words.” Paddy stated, rolling onto his arm so his body pressed against his. “But not yet, aye? Gotta be prepared.”

Eoin fidgeted against his side.

“What?” He asked.

“It’s nowt.”

“No… come on. You impatient? Because I can help.”

Closing his eyes at the thought, Eoin decided it were better to be honest and without thinking the sentence through he said, “I was just wondering how many times you’d done this.”

“I don’t have the anal retentiveness,” Paddy cackled momentarily at his choice of words, “the retentiveness of people like Stirling to keep score. It’s been enough men to know what I’m doing. You?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“No, you won’t answer or no… no there’s been no one else.”

Eoin fidgeted again. Paddy settled him with a hand on his hip.

“Oh that’s good, that is. It’ll make it much easier for me to impress you this way. Besides, I’ve come near to killing a man or two for showing too much interest in you. If you did have that kind of past I’d be spending my next leave very differently than the way I plan to.”

“How do you plan to?” Eoin asked, more interested in knowing if he would be involved than acknowledging Paddy’s possessiveness. He’d already figured it would be likely given how he acted in friendship.

“Presumably back in Cairo, where I’ll be getting everything we need and – most importantly – finding a bed not made out of stolen Army surplus. No ears about, at least none that’ll question the sounds coming out of your mouth a few days in. That’ll be the point I’ll start writing poetry I imagine.” He said, pressing the words against his skin. His hand was roaming and Eoin found it hard to keep still. It didn’t seem that Paddy wanted him to stay still, doing what he could to draw a reaction by biting down on that same point on his neck just as he pressed a hand to the front of his slacks.

“Jesus.” Eoin groaned, bucking up just as helplessly as he had before.

“I preferred it when you said my name.” He muttered against his jugular. “How do I get you to say it again?”

He bit harder and obligingly Eoin gasped, “Paddy.”

“Shh, shh. Overeager thing you are. Let’s see what I can do for you in the confines of our current hellscape. Can’t hurt you.”

Pulling back slightly, Paddy tugged at the buttons of his shirt until he could push the fabric away. He worked on his own while Eoin wiggled out of his vest, only content once their bare skin was touching.

Eoin expected to be held firm under his weight again in that delightful way, but Paddy caught him off guard and pulled him on top.

“Let’s see what I can do for you.” He groaned, settling his hands on his hips and pulling him into a delightful movement that satisfied them both. He hadn’t done this since he was a teenager, experimenting on his own or with the odd girl he could sneak away with. Sinking his head into Paddy’s neck, Eoin let the heat envelop them, savoured the feeling of Paddy’s controlling hands digging into his flesh and fell further into franticness as the friction built into a relieving climax that Paddy followed him through until they were laying in a pool of ruined bedding and discarded clothes.

Neither cared, and Eoin slumped against him. Paddy pulled one hand up his spine, tangled it into his hair to keep him in place.

“So controlling.” Eoin muttered tiredly.

Paddy didn’t know what he meant but chuckled all the same. He assumed Eoin was talking about him and had to agree. If he had the power he’d control the sun just to make Eoin happy.

“Should clean you up. Before it gets cold.” He told himself.

“Few minutes.” Eoin reasoned and Paddy agreed.

“Few minutes. Shall I read to you? It doesn’t bore you does it?”

“No, read me something.”

He snatched up the first book from the pile beside them. He opened to the first page and started to read, more to calm his pounding heart than for Eoin.

“Ah! ken ye what I met the day. Out oure the Mountains…” Feeling limbless, starting to struggle between differentiating reality from fantasy, Eoin succumbed to the warm satisfaction still running through his body and let Paddy’s voice lull him toward sleep. Bring on the next day, he thought, for every day with Paddy was an adventure he couldn’t wait to start.

[martianbugsbunny]

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 9

Hey, honeys, it’s Martian again! *hands you a cloche* *reveals what’s inside* *it’s Chapter 9 of my CaptainCroc fic!* It might look like I'm going for long-game angst, but hang in there. I think technically this chapter is on the shorter side, comparatively, but it’s still plenty to read. Tags: @wastingstarsss Enjoy!

Gold took his time getting dressed. He had an odd feeling of anticipation in his stomach, one that reminded him of the last few times Rumplestiltskin had gone to meet Killian on the Jolly Roger.

He had a tie he’d never liked, with a pattern of ship’s wheels on it. He’d considered getting rid of it many times, but had never gotten around to it. Gold doubted it would mean anything to…what was Killian’s name in this land? (Whatever it was, he wouldn’t care; probably wouldn’t even notice.)

The point was, Gold cared. And because he had kept up his end of the deal, nobody, not even Regina, had ever known that he and Killian were soulmates, so he wasn’t putting either of them at risk by wearing it. He wasn’t even hinting that he was awake.

Despite his slow picking out of his clothes, and the extra attention he paid to his hair, he still arrived at his shop precisely on time. He unlocked it and turned the sign in the door to “Open.”

Killian, on the other hand, was late. Forty-five minutes after business hours began, he finally appeared, his clothes wrinkled and his eyes bloodshot. He didn’t look well.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Gold asked dryly.

“Something like that,” Killian answered.

Oh, right. “I don’t think you ever told me your name,” Gold said.

Killian’s immediate response was peculiar. His forehead creased, and he glanced down at the floor. “I don’t know my real name,” he said sullenly. Gold handed him a broom, and he started sweeping slowly. “I’ve been on the streets since I was a child, and I picked up a fake name to keep myself off the official radar. Over time, I guess I sort of...forgot my real name.”

“I have to call you something. Just give me the name you have now.”

“Roger.”

He was named after his ship? Oh, that was just—that was ludicrous. Gold shook his head, sitting down behind the counter. “When you’ve finished sweeping the floor, go ahead and dust the lamps. Be careful with them, they’re breakable.”

The day passed without any arguments. It wasn’t like it should’ve been; Roger didn’t look at Gold with a mixture of confusion and hopefulness, like Killian had looked at Rumple, and Gold couldn’t think of anything to say. At least, he supposed, they weren’t fighting. That left room for being friends.

At eight o’clock, Gold closed his record book. “Roger, you can go home now,” he said, picking up his cane from the floor. “Try to be on time tomorrow.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Roger asked, setting down his dusting cloth. “You’re a holy terror to everyone else, but this deal doesn’t seem so bad. What’s the catch?”

Gold held his breath. “You owe me now,” he said. “I picked you up out of the gutter and I gave you a paying job. Something to do other than fail at stealing and sit in a jail cell all day. I like having that kind of influence over people.”

Roger nodded. “That, I believe. Goodnight, Gold.”

It was true, Rumple thought as he walked home. Having influence, having control, was what he craved. But not when it came to Killian. He wanted Killian to wake up and remember who he was. He desired the match of wits, the synchronicity of their hearts, and he wasn’t sure he could live without it.

Who was he kidding—he didn’t just respect Killian, he loved him. He was tired of pretending that he didn’t.

Swan had better hurry up and break that curse soon.

[blackacre13]

Can you please make the next Amnesia story been really head over heals with that,, and I like how I makes me feel things.

Here’s part 4: And here's part 5!

And while Lou was speaking honestly, not wanting to upset Debbie or any of their found family group of criminal adult children, a poisonous thought was seeping into her brain as well. The doctor had explained that it was possible Debbie just assumed she had woken up on a certain timeline. In a specific year. So it would make sense that in that year, Danny was alive and kicking and she was friends with Tammy. She just hadn’t met Lou yet, so she couldn’t know her. But it was also possible that Debbie’s brain was being selective. With no rhyme or reason. That she was remembering people that were easy to remember. That made her feel safe. A gut reaction of sorts.

And what if, Constance came by to show Debbie a magic trick and Debbie told her she’d missed her and asked how many YouTube subscribers she had? Or she asked Nine to work some hacker magic with her hospital records or the tv.

What if she remembered each of the girls after all? Claude. The Met. Jail. The day before the accident.

But not Lou at all.

“I don’t know what to do here,” Lou laughed, shaking her head. Tears had been falling freely for what felt like hours now. She had never felt more alone in her life and the only person she wanted to talk to was Debbie. The only person who could have made her feel better was Debbie. Only Debbie understood. Only Debbie could soothe her. But the knife in the gut was that Debbie didn’t even know she had that power over her right now. Didn’t even know who the hell she was.

“She would know what to do,” Lou nodded, sinking down on the cold bench, smiling at the irony, a sick feeling twisting in her stomach. “She would know exactly what to do. She always has a plan. No matter what. Fuck the doctors. Fuck the prognosis. She would just know.”

“I don’t know why I’m looking at you waiting for answers,” the blonde finally sighed. Maybe she was going insane. She’d never felt this out of control before. Not since being sober. And then, she’d had Debbie has her anchor through it all, holding her cemented to the earth, making sure she was steady. Making sure she was okay. Now it was just Lou.

“I’m acting like she’s dead,” Lou whispered. “She’s not dead. Not even dead to me. God, she’s more than alive. It’s the cruelest punishment. I should’ve been the one who got hurt. Not her. And even if she’s okay…even if she’s fine…I lost her. She’s here but she’s not here. She’s gone. She gets to get up and walk away, and what? I stay here. My life stops? She’s my—Fuck, she’s the only reason I’m still here. And it’s like I’m a ghost trailing around trying to get people to realize that I’m still here. That I can see them! That I’m a part of their lives. Fuck!”

“I’m sorry,” Lou whimpered, wiping at her nose with her sleeve. “I shouldn’t crack jokes about being a ghost, should I. They have good martinis up there? Play a lot of poker? Bet you’re schooling those other guys. I just—Danny, what the Fuck do I do now? You know I can’t lose her. She’s my—my everything.”

“And I’m making this all about me,” Lou coughed. “That’s not even the worst of it, you know. She remembers you, Danny. She asked for you. And that’s fine. That’s—whatever. I’m not jealous or upset about that, but I just—how the hell am I supposed to tell her that you’re not here? That you can’t come see her? That you’re gone from all of us? I can’t—I can’t do that to her again. She can’t lose you all over again. She’s already mourned you. She still does to this day. You know that. She’s here with bagels every week talking to you,” Lou smiled sadly. “She can’t lose you again, Danny. And I hate that I’m upset that she doesn’t even realize she’s lost me. She doesn’t even know me. She doesn’t know what I’m missing. What she’s missing.”

“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” Lou screamed, her voice echoing through the marble room as the wind howled.

“Are you done?”

“Jesus, Fuck!” Lou cursed, almost falling off the bench.

“What gives, Miller? Looks like you just saw a ghost.”

“Shut up.”   

“You thought I was Danny’s ghost, didn’t you?”

“Rusty, I swear…”

“Tammy called me,” he sighed, sitting down next to the blonde, pulling her head onto his shoulder as she accepted stiffly, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before she fell against his lap, breaking into sobs. “If anyone knows how to mourn an Ocean,” he started, looking up at the name etched in marble before his head sunk, rubbing Lou’s back soothingly as he shook his head. “You two have been through so much shit. This is the last thing either of you needed. You have no idea how sorry I am, Lou.”

“What do I do?” Lou sniffed, playing with the wedding set on her finger. “What if after all this time, and all that we’ve fixed and survived, I’m out of the picture. What if I have to let her go?”

[originalhybridloverfics-backup]

Ch6 What You Gave Me

It was almost a week before Oliver went to see Laurel again. He had every intention of telling her nothing more was going to happen between them again. 

Her smile was bright when she answered the door and she hugged him as if she hadn’t seen him in months and proceeded to pull him inside. 

A weight settled in his stomach as she went straight to ordering takeout for two. 

Oliver swallowed tightly. He would give her a little time before telling her that they were over romantically. 

He would be there for her as a friend, but nothing more. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Oliver was coming to regret not saying what he came to say the moment Laurel opened her door. 

Laurel went on treating the night like they were on a date. Candles, Chinese food, recalling old memories with Tommy, him and her in highschool while flipping through a photo album, sharing a glass of wine in front of the fireplace. 

“This is good, isn’t it?” Laurel leaned her body into him, her head against his shoulder. “Us?” 

Oliver’s stomach twisted. “Laurel-” 

She pulled back to smile at him. “The city is on the road to recovery. CNRI is already talking about rebuilding. We’re together.” She gripped his hand in hers. “I’m so excited for the future, Ollie. The possibilities are endless for us.” 

Oliver’s stomach rolled, and he pulled his hand from hers. “Laurel, stop.” 

However, Laurel continued as if he hadn’t spoken, as if he didn’t pull away. “We can find a place together.” 

“Enough, Laurel.” Oliver stood, putting some much needed space between them. “This isn’t why I came here.” 

Laurel stood and smiled slowly. “I know why you came here, same old Ollie.” She reached for the button on his jeans. 

Oliver caught her hand and stepped back. “No, I am not the same person. Laurel, this is not going to work.” 

Laurel frowned. “Ollie, I don’t understand.” 

“I didn’t come over here tonight to rekindle things with you. I came here to end it.” 

Shocked covered Laurel’s features. “You don’t mean that.” 

“When we had sex, it was a mistake.” Oliver continued, needing to get it all out. 

“We made love.” Laurel protested, trying and failing to close the space between them. 

“You have to be in love to make love.” Oliver’s eyes looked remorseful. “I’m sorry, Laurel, but I’m not in love with you.” 

Oliver wasn’t sure if he ever was, but he chose to keep that bit of honesty to himself. He didn’t want to be cruel. 

He watched as Laurel’s eyes filled with anger. “You are unbelievable. If you didn’t love me, why did you sleep with me? Why do you keep coming back to me?” 

“Because with you, it’s a sure thing.” Oliver answered. “I get lonely and being with you helps for a little while until it doesn’t. The truth is, you’re safe, predictable. I’m not risking anything. I’m not putting myself out there. My heart isn’t on the line.” 

“When you come to me, you know I won’t turn you away.” Laurel’s frowned deepened into a scowl. “You are still the same Ollie you were when you left with my sister, ruining everything you touch. You need to grow up, Ollie, before it’s too late. I won’t always wait for you.” 

Oliver grabbed his jacket, stepping toward the door. “I don’t want you to wait for me.” 

Her words hurt and were a knife in his chest. He was not Ollie. He was not the same man who left with Sara Lance. 

He knew that, but there was some truth to her words, too. 

Everyone whose life he’s touched is left in ruins, or worse.  

Tommy was dead, and Felicity was doing everything she could to keep going. His mom was in jail. Over 500 people were dead because he failed to do the one thing he came back home to do. Protect his city. He failed it. 

He was like a cancer. 

The city, his sister, John, Felicity they would all be better off if he just disappeared again. 

He couldn’t ruin their lives if he was no longer a part of it. 

No one needed him. It would be better if he was just gone. 

It really should’ve been him that died instead of Tommy. 

“Ollie, you’re a real sonofabitch, you know that?” Laurel called after him angrily. “I said it before and I’ll say it again. You should have died on that island. I wish it had been you that had died instead of Tommy.” 

Oliver opened her door and paused to look back at her. Her skin was flushed and her eyes showed anger, her words like venom imbedding into his heart and most inner thoughts. 

“Sometimes,” his voice was soft with honesty and acceptance. “I wish I did too.” 

Oliver closed the door behind him and heard a glass shatter after smashing into it. 

He put one foot in front of the other. 

He needed to leave. Not just Laurel but Starling City. 

He needed to go somewhere he couldn’t hurt anyone else he cared about. 

Not John. Not Thea. And not Felicity. 

He promised Tommy he would look after Felicity but the best thing he could do for her was remove himself from her life and so with a heavy heart he made the decision to return to Lian Yu. 

His nightmare. His punishment. His Purgatory. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Felicity walked down the green path littered with head stones, her steps slow and measured. 

It had taken her time to work up the nerve to come here. It was just so hard. Especially now. 

In a few minutes, she stopped at Tommy’s grave and placed pink roses on his grave. 

It was the first kind of flower he had given her, claiming they had made him think of that one shade of lipstick she wore and never failed to steal his focus. 

Now the pink color roses made her think of him. She thought he would appreciate the significance of the gesture. 

“Hi.” she said softly. “I wish I didn’t have to be standing here right now. You have no idea how much I miss you.” Felicity’s voice broke, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “I knew I loved you, but I didn’t realize just how much until you were taken from me.” 

She pulled the coat she wore around her tighter. Tommy’s coat. It still smelled just like him. His scent was another push into her grief. 

A ball formed in her throat, making it hard to swallow, to breathe. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks. 

“It’s the little things I missed most. The touch of your hand, the way you would hold me, the press of your lips against my skin. The feel of your arms around me. Your smile and the way your eyes shined when you looked at me and your voice.” 

Felicity exhaled shakily. “God, I miss the sound of your voice so much.” 

Felicity wiped at her tears. 

“I really wished I would’ve listened to you and stay in bed that day. I know a lot more people would have died, but you would still be here. That may make me selfish and an awful person, but I can’t bring myself to care because at least you would be alive.” 

Felicity took a deep breath. 

“There was so much we talked about doing together. But one of the things we never talked about was kids.”

Her hand drifted to her stomach, her palm laying flat against her abdomen. 

“I wish I could’ve known if you would be happy about this. I think you would’ve been, but I can’t know for sure. That kills me a little on the inside and honestly doing this without you, alone, it scares me and that’s me putting it mildly.” 

The wind rustle, feeling the wind against her skin. 

If she closed her eyes and pictured his face, his eyes, his smile, she could almost pretend it was his hand caressing her skin and not the wind. 

“Regardless, I promise our child will know who you are and how much I love you, even if you didn’t know yourself.” She ran her hand over his headstone. “I’ll always love you.”

[rejectofsociety]

Also, Another sleepless night (you’re right by my side) & kindergarten teacher!Peter/Single mom!MJ for the ask game please!

- folk melody

Another sleepless night (you’re right by my side) is a Wild West AU, in which Peter (our beloved lil dumb dumb) is put in a very, very desperate situation. He turns to crime to support his tiny, tiny family and every so stupidly puts his trust in Felicia Hardy, who screws him over and he ends up in jail. But, at least the jailer (Ned) is pretty cute. A lil snippet:

“You need food,” Ned stated, the previous playfulness in his voice now gone, “I know it doesn’t taste good, but you need it.”

Peter eyed Ned closely as the jailer opened the cell door, removed the dinner plate, and replaced it with breakfast. Then, Ned quickly slipped back out and locked the cell tightly.

“Why do you care if I eat?” Peter challenged after a few moments. 

“I just don’t want you to starve and die,” Ned shrugged. 

“Okay, but why?” He repeated.

“Because if you die, I’m the one who’s gotta clean up your corpse,” Ned deadpanned as he began to walk away, “and that’s disgusting.”

Peter sighed and rolled his eyes although he should’ve expected that reply. While part of him was tempted to refuse the meal just to make Ned’s life a little harder, he ultimately decided to eat as much of the breakfast he could stomach— not for Ned, but for his daughter.

Teacher Peter and Single Mom MJ is where MJ has a daughter (Mary) in kindergarten and her teacher, Mr. Parker, is pretty damned cute. He’s a sweet guy who helps Mary tie her shoes and shoos away bugs that she hates, and MJ has a little conversation with him one day. It becomes a daily thing for them, that Mary plays with chalk after school while her momma chats with her teacher— but their conversations always stay brief and MJ isn’t quite satisfied with it. So, she suggests they start hanging out after school (as a totally not date. Perfectly casual). Chaos and romance ensue. A lil peak at it:

Peter chuckles, “that’s alright—“ he looks back at Michelle “—she’s a good kid.”

“I know,” Michelle agrees with a proud, beaming smile.

Peter opens his mouth to say something, but pauses when another of his students saunters over with a sad expression. He holds out his arms and Peter picks him up, holding him close. And Peter, despite his worry for the boy, can’t help but be grateful for the interruption as he’s fairly certain he was about to awkwardly compliment Michelle on who knows what.

“Is he yours?” Michelle asks, her head tilted with curiosity.

“No,” Peter replies, shifting the boy to rest on his hip, “I’m good friends with his mother and she works late a lot.”

Michelle’s eyes spark with interest and admiration, “so you take care of him?”

“Yeah,” Peter replies and the boy rests his sleepy head in the crook of Peter’s neck.

“You’re good with kids,” she observes with a hum, making Peter smile sweetly.

“Well, I am a kindergarten teacher,” he points out.

“Right-“ she giggles and he laughs.

She smiles that bright grin, and Peter simpers, suddenly feeling a little sheepish as his heart beats faster. For a moment, they only gaze silently at one another, with the only sounds being a car driving away and the distant hum of traffic.

“Momma, I wanna go home,” Mary speaks up, growing bored.

Michelle blinks a few times, as if awaking from a trance then looks down at her daughter, “alright, Mary. We can go.”

Ask about my wips!

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heyy there!! can you do another part of the “reaction when you suck on their tongue but with Mikey, Rindou and mitsuya?

You have no idea how happy I am that my work's so well-received! So there's been more than one request for a part 2, but for different characters. This little dove, however, is the first one so I'll be doing this, then the other characters in later parts, alright? Alright.

Now *cracks knuckles* let's begin!

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 2 (Sano Manjiro, Haitani Rindou & Mitsuya Takashi)

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro: (Bonten! Mikey)

You sure you don't need a chaser with that? Sanzu snickers from across you, pupils already blown wide from the pills he'd taken half an hour ago. The pure vodka sears your esophagus, a pool of liquid fire in your abdomen. Tears are springing up your eyes and you wince. Truly, it had been a horrible idea on your side to make bets with Sanzu, of all people. That man has had every drug imaginable enter his system and three overdoses later, is still standing. You should've known better than to order Spirytus, but Sanzu has a way of getting under anyone's skin, especially yours.

He knew you had more than several bones to pick with him after he coaxed Mikey into accepting a million-dollar drug deal with some shady Western cartel. Throughout Bonten's history, it was one of the more careless business trades you'd ever gone through, one that put Mikey in a precarious position. The cartel demanded Mikey's audience for the deal to be done, and while Sanzu reassured you that nothing would happen to their "King", that never stopped you from worrying your head off.

A part of you wanted the drugs and alcohol put him into a coma; you just had to hold your liquor until then. Yet this poisonous bastard is still standing, while you barely have the confidence to stand up straight. He's fucking crazy.

You eye the remaining shot glass. It's rim and ridges bounce the bright glow of the chandeliers above you, its crystal clear contents an elegant deception to those unaware. You suck air through your nose and grab it. Before you could down the last drink of your life, a slender hand slides to your shoulder.

You turn to face Mikey's lilac-rimmed gaze, the darkness swimming within sucking you in like a vacuum. Once he sees the flares of red across your cheeks and down your neck, his lips curl a little. Mikey hates alcohol with a passion; he told you early on that he abhorred its bitterness and how it hazed your mind.

Instantly, you cave under his disappointment, and none-too-gracefully drop your shot glass back on the counter. You barely had time to utter his name before he cups your cheek and kisses you. It's gentle, caring yet the pressure of his pecks stamp his dominance into your very soul.

He plunges his tongue into your booze-laced cavern, and you eagerly latch onto it like a hungry pup. He tasted of red bean paste, its sweetness a balm to your burning senses. He keeps a hand on your neck while you have your fill, biting your lower lip when you part.

You're panting, eyes glazed with wanton need. He strokes a thumb under your ear, and you smile.

You could drink all the alcohol you wanted, but nothing could make you drunker than Sano Manjiro's affection.

Haitani Rindou:

You frown to yourself as you waited outside the heavy steel gates of Roppongi's juvenile detention center. It's been six months since the Haitani brothers had been arrested because of Tenjiku. Along with the other Heavenly King named Mucho, they also scored a reduced sentence, and today will be their first taste of freedom in half a year.

You'd been forced to stay behind when the battle happened; Rindou told you that he didn't want to have to look after you while fighting. A cover-up for his worry, of course. The younger Haitani isn't known for being as emotionally apt as his older brother, yet somehow that rigidness of his is one of the things you love most about him. To this day, Ran still loves to give you both shit for it.

Rindou knew that you'd be pissed beyond belief once you got the news; he promised not to leave you alone again like last time. You didn't come to his trial nor see him when he got permitted for visitations. Ran is in a different cell, and he had nothing but time.

Of course, other than being absolutely furious with him, there were other reasons you couldn't come see your bone breaker of a boyfriend. With them detained, no one is left to defend their title as the Kings of Roppongi. No one except you, that is.

You're quite the force of nature yourself, even before meeting Ran and Rindou. Roppongi had been your stomping grounds since you were ten, and when they started making a name for themselves you refused to submit. Thinking back, it was quite a comical scene: a scruffy-looking little girl baring her teeth at two brothers who'd basically killed a man not too long ago. Despite how ruthless they truly are, they never stooped so low as to hit a girl, much less gang up on one to prove a point. Instead you became friends, and later on fell in love with the younger Haitani, and he with you. Together you ruled over Roppongi, and the rest is history.

So while your man stared at white walls in the slammer, you splattered blood across brick walls as warnings to those who thought they could conquer the city. All on your own, you reigned over Roppongi the entirety of their sentence, and now it's time for the kings to reclaim their throne.

You hear them before you see them; Ran's whimsical tones against Rindou's monotone rebuttals. They're wearing casual clothes instead of the jumpsuits, Ran's hair is in braids as always, but Rindou...

The extra inches of hair does something to you. It flowed around his face like a lion's mane, faded blue streaks shining in the noon sun. He's wearing contacts instead of his frames, and his jaw is sharper than you ever remembered it. Fresh out of prison, and he looks every bit the king of carnage you adore.

Licking your lips, you saunter over to them. The clacking of your heels turn their heads, and they smirk at you. You could see Rindou tense for a split second before reigning himself back in. Once you get close enough, you rear a hand back and slam it against his cheek hard.

Then you grab him by the collar and smooch him right in front of the jail gates. His recovery is quick, and he pulls you close in a vice-grip. You press a thumb down his chin and take his tongue right from his mouth. The light graze of your teeth against the flat of it earns a growl from Rindou. You left me again, you fucking asshole you hiss as you pull away. You doubted he really heard you though, because he dived right to your neck after your liplock. You sigh, meeting eyes with a disgusted Ran.

This man is going to be the death of you one day.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Throughout your relationship, Mitsuya is nothing but gentle. It almost gave you whiplash how different he is when he's with you and when he's with Toman. He's more than happy to bash some scumbag's face in, yet he couldn't look you in the eye if he shows up to school bruised the next day. You're one of the reasons he got so good at dodging blows in the first place-all of this just to keep you from remembering just how dangerously he lives.

His carefulness translated through his affections, most of all. He didn't hold you, he cradled you. When he kissed you, you could practically feel the repressed passion just burning beneath the surface. He treats you as if you were a dandelion on a windy day.

And while you thought his unspoken sentiments are nothing short of chivalrous and sweet, you also found it quite stupid. You knew what you were getting into when he sheepishly confessed, knew about him being a captain of Toman's second division. So naturally, you'd braced yourself for all sorts of chaos. Plus, only having to witness one side of him irked something inside of you that you couldn't quite explain. You'd made it perfectly clear that you loved him, bruises and all. Yet when he looked at you with such adoring lavender eyes, you couldn't bear to chide him for wanting to treasure you.

So, you decided to show him through other means.

You're waiting for him to finish inside the sewing club room. He's finishing the hemline of a kimono-a birthday present he's preparing for Draken early on. His eyelids hang low, but his gaze is as intense as ever. Nothing is said between the two of you, but you can't help staring at his pursed lips, now bitten red from his habit when focusing. You internally proclaimed your love for him yet again, unable to stop yourself from wandering over to his hunched form.

Just as he looks up from the sewing machine, you dive in with a kiss that, even you had to admit, is a little too intense to be this sudden. Yet you couldn't help it; even the simplest things he did could turn you into quite the sap.

He doesn't fail to reciprocate it, though. His lips, a little rough and a bit wet, switch from caressing your top and bottom lip each time you return to each other. Somehow, it ended up with you sandwiched between him and his desk, thighs on either side of his hips. His hands never stay in one place, smoothing down your uniform and rubbing your back. He never strays too far down your waist, and that tang of frustration sours your sweet little moment yet again.

Bracing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw, you grind down hard against him. His mouth drops open in a barely contained moan, and you close your lips around his tongue. The noise he made when you licked at it could've put BL voice actors to shame. His fingers rake against the sides of your hips, jolting you out of your sultry scenario and into a bout of giggles. And while you sit there steaming in your embarrassment at ruining such a delicious moment, he simply gapes at what just happened, his face stained a pretty crimson.

Well, that was awkward...but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

[mypoisonedvine]

claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

“I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I.  Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned.  “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter.  It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

//

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (April 25/2021) - The Red Banquet

The day has finally come.

All the preparations have been completed. The invitations have been sent out. Everything has been leading up to this moment, and the Eggpire is ready to make their move.

It’s time for the Red Banquet.

A brief summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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- Puffy walks around on the surface. Everything is prepared, the armor is where it should be. She hopes everything will go well.

- Everyone is dressed up for the occasion (except George). Hannah, Niki, Fundy, Eret, George and HBomb are all there.

- Bad says hello to Ponk in the Egg Room. Ponk tells him that no one has arrived yet. Antfrost greets them by the entrance and they go up the stairs to find Niki waiting. 

- Puffy and the other guests soon enter the room as well. Antfrost points them towards a coat room where they can put all their items. Foolish arrives with the Rolexes. They drink some cider, head to the dance floor and play some tunes.

- Bad comes over and greets Puffy. Foolish informs Bad that he peed on the Egg. Sam also has a dumpy and HBomb has two of Fundy’s cocks. 

- Antfrost goes off to speak with Ponk alone and check for some last guests. They watch as George arrives.

Ant: “He looks sort of lost, but that’s okay -- we welcome everybody here.”

Ponk: “Hold up...I don’t know...hmm. Hmm...”

Ant: “I mean, he looks harmless enough.”

Ponk: “We need to get a real good look at him first. Quickly.”

Ponk: “I don’t know what that’s about.”

Ant: “I don’t know. Well, we’ll just keep an eye on him.”

Ponk: “Yeah...”

- They then go speak to HBomb and Niki. H hasn’t stopped dancing

HBomb: “I’m doing my best impersonation of a white dad.”

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Ant: “Did you guys notice that the guy over there -- George -- just sort of wandered in? He seems sort of lost.”

Ponk: “I feel like he’s hiding something.”

- From the walls, Ranboo in a shadowy outfit can be seen watching. 

- HBomb is the DJ.

- Bad comes over to say that dinner is ready. Bad tells Puffy that they have shrimp cocktails and they all go to sit at the table. Some people are in jail and weren’t able to attend. Ponk cooked all the food.

- Bad welcomes the guests to give toasts to the meal.

First up is Foolish, who says that he hopes that after today, nobody has to say “turn a new leaf” or “let bygones be bygones” ever again. Everyone has come here in agreement in the hope of something new.

Next is Eret. 

Eret: “As the monarch of the SMP, it’s awesome to be able to maybe see the SMP going back to being reunified again, and seeing all of us not have to worry about fighting each other on different sides. I hope this is a new chapter of the entire community as a whole. Cheers to that.”

Then Ponk steps up. Long ago, an old, wise man told him “People change like the tides in the ocean.” Now he truly knows they do.

Puffy steps forward. Bad and Antfrost, she considers as friends, and the Egg has separated them. She hopes this brings them all together and makes the server more peaceful. 

George was asleep twenty minutes ago. He asks about the soup. Ponk says it’s made from organic, free-range beets.

Finally, Bad says he appreciates everyone coming. This is the perfect opportunity for everyone to come together and let bygones be bygones. To set aside past issues to grow and advance forward, even with the wrongs that have been done. 

- He nods to Antfrost, who breaks a block behind them, revealing a button. Antfrost presses it.

Bad: “I was very, very happy that we were able to gather everybody here together for what is, I’m sure, going to be a banquet that none of us are ever going...to...forget.”

- Lava starts pouring down from the ceiling, walling them in.

Bad: “Yep. Prepare to die.”

- Everyone panics. 

- Puffy tells Bad that she didn’t trust the Eggpire anyway, and planned for this. She removes the cover from the table and looks into the chest -- it’s empty.

- They watch as the Eggpire members all don the diamond armor that Puffy and Sam had prepared. Hannah says she had to do it, had to tell them. For the Egg.

- Sam says that he had another plan, because he didn’t trust the Eggpire. He’s tired of all this fighting, and it’s about time that they blow up the Egg for good this time.

- Sam flicks the TNT lever and the explosives rain down on the Egg. When they explode, though, the Egg turns into crying obsidian instead of getting destroyed, reverting back to normal Egg blocks after a few seconds.

- After Quackity’s attack, Bad and the others took preparations to make sure that the Egg wouldn’t be vulnerable to TNT anymore. Now, it’s time for the executions.

Bad: “You see, the Egg needs something, and it’s gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the Egg to hatch, it needs energy. And it gets that energy by people dying near it. And that’s the role that you guys are gonna fill! We’re gonna kill you, one by one--”

Eret: “You’re a monster.”

Bad: “What’d you say, Eret?”

Eret: “You’re an absolute monster. How could you. We all trusted you, Bad!”

Ponk: “Trust! Okay, Eret. Keep talking. Keep talking about trust.”

Eret: “...That was a long time ago.”

- Bad says that Eret is the perfect person to sacrifice first! He leads Eret to a spot in front of the Egg lined with Netherite blocks.

- Foolish steps forward, saying he’s had enough. The Egg can shield itself against TNT, but can it withstand lightning?

- Nothing happens. Bad laughs.

Bad: “You really thought, Foolish? You thought you could enter the Egg’s domain and beat it in a battle of power? Come on...you’re in the Egg’s territory, Foolish.”

- The Egg is suppressing Foolish. Ant suggests they start with Foolish instead and take Eret’s life later.

- Puffy steps forward. She and Antfrost shout at each other. Puffy says she gave them chance after chance. Antfrost says that Puffy betrayed them first.

Ant: “Foolish, your own son, is about to be slaughtered because of you!”

Puffy: “I’m only one person!”

Foolish: “Puffy, Puffy, it’s okay, it’s not your fault--”

Puffy: “NO! It’s not alright!”

Ant: “Puffy, you could have stopped this if you had stayed with the Eggpire. But this is your fault.”

- Antfrost kills Foolish with a sword.

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CANON DEATH: FOOLISH

Cause: Sacrificed by Antfrost to the Egg

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- Everyone screams in horror. The Eggpire wonders who to kill next.

- Suddenly, Quackity shouts at them to stop and drops into the room. He tells Bad to calm down. He puts on diamond armor.

- Quackity tells them they’ve just killed a man, asking if this is what they wanted. Bad tells him that he’s doing all this for the Egg, for what the Egg can give them.

Quackity: “I’m telling you, Bad, you’re a pawn to power. You’re nobody, Bad. You’re working for something that, quite frankly, doesn’t even care about you. I mean look at the Egg, look at the Egg! Look at what it means! It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything, Bad. So how about...how about we just stop playing games.”

- As Quackity monologues, he subtly slips Puffy a Netherite axe, potion of strength and a golden apple.

- Bad can’t stop, or else he can’t get what he needs. 

Bad: “Guess what, Quackity. If you wanted to stop us, you should’ve brought more than just yourself. You should’ve brought an army.”

Quackity: “Guess what, Bad? I did! I did. In fact, I brought the next best thing...I brought my biggest enemy!”

- Technoblade logs on and drops into the room, his hoard of dogs following.

- Not only that...Quackity also went looking across the lands for the best mercenary he could find. Purpled drops into the room as well.

Bad: “We HIRED you to take out Puffy, and you join the enemy’s side?!”

Purpled: “Bad, to be frank with you, Quackity just had the better price.”

- Techno explains that he didn’t want to work with Quackity, but the Egg is too great a danger to the server and it’s against everything he stands for.

- Suddenly, Puffy jumps forward with her axe, attacking Ant. The Eggpire is shocked that she has a weapon.

Puffy: “You’ve taken my kindness for weakness, Antfrost!”

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CANON DEATH: ANTFROST

Cause: Killed by Puffy with an axe

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- A fight breaks out. Bad shouts for the remaining Eggpire members to retreat. They run out. Quackity orders Purpled to go track them down.

- Bad leads the Eggpire out. They can regroup later. For now, they have to run. They have to split up. They can’t get caught, they have to stay safe and go as fast as they can.

- Alone, Bad thinks to himself.

Bad: “This is such a trainwreck. This whole plan...everything was for this moment! And it’s gone! They -- they have the Egg now...they have it. What can I do? I can’t do anything! I need to get out of here. I need resources...”

“Wait, I know where I can go. I know who I can see...but the Egg, the Egg is -- it’s in their possession right now. What can I do? What can I do against it? I can’t do anything, they have it! I needed the Egg, I needed...I needed what it was gonna give. It was gonna help me get what I wanted, but now they have it...they have it...I just...I just wanted what...I just wanted what it could give me.”

“I didn’t really -- I didn’t really want to hurt anybody. I just wanted what it could give me, but...I don’t know. Did I screw up? Am I in the wrong here? I don’t know...I just need to go. I need to get out of here.”

- Bad starts rowing away into the ocean.

- Quackity asks Sam what to do next. The Egg is invincible.

- Purpled lost them in the labyrinth. Sam says he’ll build a prison for the Egg if he has to. He wants to find a way to destroy it, but for now they need to lock it away where it can’t be accessed.

- Quackity makes sure everyone is alright. They then exit the room through the whole in the wall. Quackity tells Techno to come with him and Sam to talk. They leave the others to escape the rest of the way.

- They make it to the surface, relieved. HBomb hands them all soup to remember the event by.

- Puffy goes off on her own down the Prime Path. While she talks to herself, Ranboo walks down the path with potion particles coming off of him.

Puffy: “What did I do? What -- I...My son died! And I killed my best friend! I...I need to find Foolish. I...I don’t even know who I am anymore. The life I swore to protect, I didn’t at all, and then I took one myself! I don’t even...I...I can’t do this anymore. I just...can’t.”

- Eret mourns Foolish after the events of the Banquet. Foolish sacrificed his life for Eret, so at the very least he should be commemorated.

Eret: “I don’t even feel like I knew him that well...which makes things even harder. He’s helped me out with so many things, just from the kindness of his heart. He claimed to know me. He claimed to know a me which I don’t even remember... And he sacrificed himself for me.”

“At the very least, I need to commemorate his sacrifice, I...I should’ve been the one to die, not him.”

- Eret builds a Totem statue in his fortress. 

RIP Foolish I’ll miss you, old friend.

- Eret builds a replica of the Egg in their museum.

- Ranboo logs on in his house. He decides to go around the main area today and fix some stuff. His inventory is quite empty, so he grabs stacks of grass blocks from a chest and heads out.

- He heads over to the main area and remarks that the server is beginning to look okay now that the Blood Vines are gone.

- He notices some posters for the Red Banquet.

Ranboo: “Oh, that was today! ...Cool!”

- He carries on and runs into Sam near the Community House. They exchange some steak. Sam says he’s collecting materials for the bank, as people need it now more than ever. 

- Sam suggests Ranboo invest money and charge cash for his hotel. Ranboo points out that they already have currency in the form of emeralds and diamonds. Sam explains his waiver idea for the bank.

- Also, Sam needs to build a vault. People can come and rent a spot to lock away important items. 

- Ranboo asks if you can lock away people in the vault. Sam says that’s what Pandora’s Vault is for already.

- Sam mentions that they’ll put the Egg in there. Ranboo asks what makes this different from regular storage. Sam says it’s more secure.

- Sam and his associates will be there day and night to actively defend everyone’s belongings. Ranboo asks how many guards Sam has under his command. Sam says quite a few.

- Why now? Sam says there’s no time like right now and quotes Oogway.

- Sam doesn’t plan on charging interest. He just wants to establish a better system of trade on the server.

- Ranboo explains to chat that he can use this system to make infinite money by trading emeralds and diamond armor.

- What if someone is, say, already quite rich on the server? Sam says the trade and the guard of supplies is most important. 

- Ranboo asks how fragile the system would be. What would it take to bring it down?

- Sam says a whole nuke. Ranboo replies that he was thinking systematically. He asks how the Great Depression happened and Sam explains inflation and the circumstances for economic crises. 

- Sam gives Ranboo a “prototype Sam dollar.” (One iron ingot)

- They go to Hannah’s house to steal and then find an anvil in the spider spawner to name the ingot “Smollar.” They go down the tunnel and Sam says that Ranboo shouldn’t go down to the Egg Room. It’s under quarantine.

- He’s planning on moving the Egg and asks if Ranboo heard what happened. Ranboo didn’t. Sam fills him in in the Egg Room. Ranboo is curious about the Egg turning into obsidian and picks up a piece of the Blood Vines, suggesting Sam do some experiments.

- They exit the Egg Room and find some strange llamas. Ranboo shoves a chest in Drip Llama.

- Ranboo, Sam, and Foolish breed a ton of llamas to begin the Industrial Revolution.

- Bad comes over and becomes one with the llamas to cope. Foolish turns into a L’manburg Llama and is promptly slaughtered by Ranboo.

- Ranboo, Bad and Foolish create a gigantic llama train.

Upcoming Events:

- Quackity’s business opening

- Tommy’s plan

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Dream’s lore video

- The Banquet aftermath

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END OF WEEK RECAP:

4/19 - Nothing much happens.

4/20 - Nothing much happens.

4/21 - HBomb makes a diamond game, Jack plans to open a pub sidechain for his hotel business

4/22 - Tubbo shows Tommy how to make TNT cannons

4/23 - Puffy, Foolish, Hannah and Sam meet on Cloud Prime to discuss the Banquet, Ranboo’s Enderwalk Saga: “The Lessons”

4/24 - HBomb’s diamond game, George’s anniversary dream, Bad hands out invitations

4/25 - THE RED BANQUET.