#but it's pretty straight forward once you get the trick

[sunflowergirl522]

M'Lady, M'Lord

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie’s smitten from the moment he sees you playing pirates with your brother.

Word Count: 5176

Eddie Masterlist

The first time Eddie laid eyes on you it was basically game over for him. You were dressed as pirates with your younger brother sword fighting in the park where Mike tricked Eddie into having a Hellfire meeting purely because he had to help Nancy watch Holly. Each time they had to pause so he could take his turn playing with her or pushing her on a swing Eddie’s attention went straight to you. Once you had your brother on a fake plank, sword pointed at him looking triumphant and the next time he looked over your wooden sword was knocked out of your hands that were being held up in surrender.

Your family was new to town and after days of your brother begging you about going out instead of unpacking you agreed. Which led him to immediately ask if the two of you could play pirates when you got to the park not far from your house. You weren’t expecting there to be a group of boys playing a game at one of the picnic tables when you got there or to become so intrigued with the story the boy with curly hair was weaving that Henry actually got the upper hand on you instead of you letting him get it like you normally do.

“Come on Y/n, you weren’t even trying that time!” Your hands go up in surrender and in an apology.

“Sorry little man, just got a little distracted is all. Won’t happen again scouts honor!” And you lose yourself in the game once more, not even glancing back over at the group of boys knowing you’ll get sucked in again.

Eddie doesn’t know it’s game over for him till the second time he sees you. He was stuck cleaning up by himself after Hellfire having yet another meeting at the park because his friends liked having it outside with how nice the summers been this year. He was just leaving the table when he spotted you sitting in a fucking tree headphones on book in hand and not a care in the world. Your bandana matched your brown flowy skirt and your black cami hugged your body like a second skin. He couldn’t help himself from approaching you. Luckily you spot him approaching and rest the headphones around your neck in case he was going to try to talk to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing up in a tree?” You shrug marking your place in your book and resting it on your raised knee.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing at a park in the middle of the afternoon?” Eddie freezes not expecting you to flirt back with him so quickly. “It’s just peaceful up here. I really gotta get home though so thanks for saying something.” You add in after realizing how long you’ve been here. When you jump down Eddie near has a heart attack worrying you’ll hurt yourself and surges forward to catch you. A fact that you notice and can’t help but smile and feel warm inside at the thought of someone caring about your safety that much.

Time seems to freeze as you look up at him and your eyes meet his widened chocolate brown ones. His mouth stays slightly parted as he takes you in soft curves and all now that you’re standing in front of him. While his eyes roam up and down your body you just can’t stop staring into them wondering how you’ve never seen such pretty eyes before.

“Hi.”

“Hi, I’m Y/n.”

“Hi.” His voice is breathless and it doesn’t seem like he was paying much attention to what you said. Your giggles at the fact are what seem to wake him from the daze you put him in. “Sorry you’re just, you’re so much prettier up close.” Heat crawls up your neck and you become bashful quicker than you ever have in your life.

“Thanks.” You start walking and he’s quick to follow you swinging his bag of DnD stuff back over his shoulder.

“I saw you here the other week with your brother?”

“Yeah, I saw you too, playing that game with your friends. That was Dungeons and Dragons right?” He’s almost left speechless at how you know about his favorite pastime.

“Dungeons and Dragons, yeah. You know about it?”

“A little, I had friends who played it before we moved here but I just didn’t have the attention span for it. Most of the time I’d bring a book and watch them play.”

“Are you walking?” Eddie asks when you keep walking past the parking lot getting completely distracted from what he originally wanted to ask.

“Yeah, I’m not too far.”

“Do you want a ride?” He points over his shoulder with his thumb to his van.

“If I say yes, are you going to serial kill me?”

“Guess you’ll have to say yes to find out Princess.” He winks but also then doubts his words almost immediately because the two of you are strangers,

“Hm, alright.” You take the journey of a couple  of feet to stop in front of him. “I like to live on the edge anyway so lead the way.”

“M’lady.” Eddie bows as he opens the passenger side door and holds it open for you.

“M’lord.” You’re quick to play along, adding a curtsy before hopping in and stunning Eddie once more. He mouths ‘wow’ before shutting the door and rushing around to his side. 

When he starts the van he’s so unbelievably relieved that he turned the radio off because otherwise his music would’ve been blasting. You let him know your street and he starts to back out of the parking spot. He almost stops the whole car when he spots the book you rest in your lap as you unwrap your headphones from your body and unclip your walkman. It’s silent in the van as Eddie untwists his tongue to comment on it.

“You’re reading Lord of The Rings?” He clears his throat before he speaks, only glancing at you out of the corner of his eye while he drives.

“Yeah, it’s one of my absolute favorite series. Have you read it?”

“Only a million times!” Despite his excited words it’s at this moment that Eddie knows he’s absolutely screwed. Especially with how you light up and start talking about your favorite characters and parts of the story.

The next time you see Eddie is at Family Video just a handful of days later. You brought Henry to pick out a couple movies for sibling bonding movie night, a night you created for the days your mom worked late to distract him from the fact of not seeing her. It was invented when he was younger and unsure as to why she was gone, you found him crying in her room thinking she left the two of you like his dad did, and it’s just become a norm now neither one of you would miss it for the world.

“Eddie?” You’re moving around the store looking for him when you spot Eddie stocking movies with the green vest on. He nearly drops all the tapes in his hands at the sound of your voice.

“Hey Princess! What’re you doing here?” 

“Movie night.” You hold up The Muppet Movie to show the reason even though he still hasn’t looked away from his task. “You work here?”

“Sadly I do.”

“Good thing you do, otherwise who knows when we would’ve seen each other again.” He looks at you then and you look like an angel standing there in front of the window, the sunset making it seem like you’re absolutely glowing and he’s speechless for a moment. You’re in another flowy skirt, green this time with yet another matching bandana, but this time you’re in a white long sleeved shirt that flares at the end of the sleeves. You’re beautiful.

“You haven’t seen my brother around have you? He’s about ye high, looks a little bit like me, cowboy hat on.” 

“Yeah, I reckon he’s over yonder in horror.” Eddie cringes at his stupid decision to do a silly cowboy impersonation but when you start laughing at it he knows he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

“Thanks!” You leave then and Eddie hurries up with stocking the shelf to rush to the counter so he can be the one to ring you out.

“Move Harrington!”  He all but shoves Steve away from the counter he was leaning on bored.

“Woah, what has you suddenly wanting to do your job Munson?”

“If you stop pouting about it we can go to the arcade tomorrow.” Your voice greets both boys behind the counter as you round the corner of aisles.

“You mean it?” Your brother rushes to your side and follows close to you up to the counter. Steve watches you get closer and then how his friend seems to get more and more jittery with each step you take. He holds back the chuckle that wants to escape as he takes it in and instead just shakes his head choosing to lean against the other counter arms crossed over his chest.

“Course I do. I haven’t been able to get the Burgertime high score yet.” You place the movies on the counter before turning your attention and soft smile over to Eddie. “Hello again.”

“Hi. You find everything okay?” 

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” You beam at him and even Steve is stunned by it for a second.

“So The Muppets and The Thing huh? That’s an interesting combo.”

“What can I say? We have a wide berth of interests.” You shrug and then motion to your brother. “He was stuck between Thing and Poltergeist but last time we watched it he had to sleep either in my room or with all the lights on for a week.”

“You can’t just tell people that!”

“It’s alright cowboy, I’ll keep your secret.” Eddie tips an imaginary hat to him while you dig around your saggy brown tote bag for your wallet.

“Oh, Eddie this is my brother Henry, Hens this is my new friend Eddie.” 

“Howdy partner.” Eddie's mock cowboy voice comes out again and it earns him another wonderful laugh from you, a beaming smile from Henry, and a ‘I can’t believe you just did that’ laugh from Steve. He goes pink at hearing Steve’s laugh having forgotten he was there while your eyes dart over to the other boy behind the counter.

“Oh hello.” You greet him a shy smile on your face and a small wave after handing Eddie the cash for the movies.

“Steve Harrington.” He holds his hand out for you to shake which you do once getting your change back.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” 

“That’s a pretty name.” Steve throws on his best flirty smile and Eddie resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“Thanks.” Eddie wants to stick his tongue out at his friend at how uninterested you seem in him. “Oh Eddie, do you have a pen I could use?” He nods and hands you one of the loose ones behind the counter that’s missing a cap. You grab his wrist before he can pull it away and shove his long sleeve up writing your number along the inside of his arm. “Should’ve done this the other day but now we don’t have to just happen upon each other.”

“Thanks Princess, I’ll be sure to use it.”

“You better.” You look up at him and wink before stepping back. “Alright Hens, let's go get some snacks.” You shove the VHS tapes into your bag and push on the back of his shoulders to get him to lead the way out of the store.

“What the hell just happened?” Steve asks once you’re gone and turns to his friend who’s busy smiling at the writing on his arm.

“That my dear friend was my turn getting the girl.” He beams as he proudly shows off that you added a heart after your number.

Eddie doesn’t call you the days after giving him your number. And he wasn’t working the day you went to return the movies so you were beginning to think maybe you came off too strong or you read the vibes wrong. You were trying not to let it get to you but it was hard because you at least wanted to have Eddie as a friend.

“Woah, hey there Princess.” His voice graces your ears and his warm hands consume your shoulders as he stops you where you are. You look up from where you were digging around in your bag trying to find your keys and find that your nose is probably an inch away from his chest. “You should probably watch where you’re going before you trip or walk into something.” You’re quick to figure out that you were about to walk into him on your way out of  the shop.

“Sorry Eddie, got lost in thought. How’re you?”

“Good, good. Hey I’ve been meaning to call ya.” He brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck and you fight with yourself to not look when his shirt rides up revealing the smallest sliver of tummy.

“Oh?” You genuinely don’t know what to say with how genuine he sounds. 

“My friends and I do this movie night thing once a week, was wonderin if maybe you wanted to come?” You open your mouth to respond but he keeps talking. “I was gonna grow some balls and finally call you after I picked up the movie since it’s tonight. I just haven’t called you yet because everytime I go to pick up the phone I chicken out. You’re just so pretty and you’re really cool and you love Lord of The Rings which is like the biggest deal to me.” Your giggles interrupt Eddie and he freezes eyes wide as he stares at you.

“I’d love to come to movie night with you and your friends.” You reach out to hold onto his arm to help get him to stop talking.

“Really?”

“Really. What’s the movie?” You retract your hand and go back to digging to the bottom of your bag and Eddie immediately misses your touch.

“The Fly, we went to see it when it was in theaters but the kids weren’t able to come with us and finally convinced Steve to watch it again.”

“That has Jeff Goldblum in it right?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure at least.”

“Oh I’m definitely in then!” Your fingers hook through your key ring and pull them out a triumphant smile on your face. “When and where?”

“I’ll pick you up around seven?”

“Sounds great!” You start to move around him and he turns to get the door for you.

“M’lady.”

“M’lord.” You beam at him as you leave the store and Eddie swears his world gets dimmer when you turn away from him.

Eddie shows up at your door at exactly seven o'clock on the dot. He hesitates for a minute before knocking on the door nervous for if he might meet your parents or not. When he does he can hear a muffled yell before someone runs to the door. Henry’s the one who opens it.

“Y/n’s in the kitchen.” Is all he says before leaving the door open and disappearing into the living room. 

Eddie stays in the doorway for a minute unsure if he should just walk into your home before deciding to go in if only to shut the door. Ultimately he decides to find you so he doesn’t feel awkward in the entranceway. He finds you washing dishes in a kitchen that smells like freshly baked cookies.

“Hi Eddie.” You greet him as you place the big plastic bowl you were washing on the drying rack and grabbing the dish towel on the counter to dry your hands. 

“Hey Princess, not to rush you or anything but you ready to go?” 

“Yeah, I just gotta say bye to Henry first. Can you hold this for me real quick?” You hand him your tote on your way into the living room where you know your shoes are.

“What are you packing in here Sweetheart? It’s way heavier than I thought it’d be?” He could just peek in and see but he doesn't want to be rude or invade your privacy.

“Oh! I baked cookies so I hope all your friends like chocolate chip.” You fall onto the couch next to Henry, who’s snacking on some of said cookies and watching Transformers, to pull your sneakers on.

“You really didn’t have to do that. Now they’ll never want you to leave.”

“That’s the point.” You smile at him standing up and taking your bag back before turning to Henry. “Are you sure you’re good if I leave?” You lean down to speak softly to him, voice low enough that Eddie barely hears it. As much as you want to go tonight if he were to say he wanted to hang with you, you’d stay. 

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Be good, if you need anything call me. Eddie, can you write down the number for whatever house we’ll be at?”

“Yeah, course.” He immediately searches for paper and a pen.

“Mom will probably be asleep for the rest of the night so I need you to be responsible, go to bed at a decent time, don’t stay up till I get home because I don’t know when that’ll be.” It’s something he often did when you went out with friends worrying about if you would come back. 

“Number’s right here.” Eddie places the piece of paper he found on the coffee table in front of Henry.

“Alright, bye Henners, love you.” You duck down to hug him and place a kiss on his head.

“Love you too.” 

“See ya cowboy.” Eddie says waving as he follows you out of the room and the house. Once outside he beats you to the van holding your door open for you.

“So you two seem to have a good relationship.” Eddie says about halfway to Steve’s house about you and your brother.

“Yeah.” You’re silent for a beat before turning to look at Eddie. “Sorry if he seems a little standoffish towards you, he has issues getting close to people when he doesn’t know if they’ll stick around.”

“It’s fine, really. I’m not always the quickest to accept people into my life either.” 

“Hmm I’d say you were with how quick you brought me into it.” You’re teasing but you can sense the truth in his words and he gives off the vibe of someone who just has one small group of people he’s close with.

“Ah you were a special case though. A pretty girl who plays pirates and reads Lord of The Rings? I had to scoop you up before anyone else could.” 

“I play cowboys and cops and robbers too.” You speak just as Eddie parks and he’s able to turn his whole body to face you.

“Careful Princess before you steal even more of my heart.”

“Just wait till you hear about my ren faire costumes.” You wink before opening your door. “Now c’mon so you can introduce me to everyone.” Eddie’s frozen there for a couple seconds, mouth partly open. Everytime he thinks you can’t possibly get any better you go and prove him wrong. He can just imagine you dressed up as an elf or an actual princess.

Once he breaks out of it he’s quick to follow you out of the van and lead you to Steve’s front door. He goes straight in grabbing your hand as he does so to steer you through the big house to the basement where they always have movie nights. The sound of his friends' voices greet the two of you as soon as he opens the basement door.

“Eddie’s here!” Robin announces as she peers up the stairs in passing. “And it looks like he brought someone.” There’s a chorus of ‘ooo’s and Eddie rolls his eyes, shaking the urge to sweep you away and keep you to himself. 

“Did Eddie finally get a girlfriend?” He can barely hear El’s quiet question but it makes him go red all the same wondering if you heard it too.

“Hey guys, this is Y/n.” He introduces you once you’re both at the bottom of the stairs motioning to you with the hand that isn’t holding onto your own. 

“Hello.” You wave with your free hand and hold onto Eddie’s a little tighter with your other at seeing all the eyes on you.

“Y/n this is Robin, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and you’ve met Steve before.” He leans down to whisper in your ear then. “Careful around the kids they might imprint on you like baby ducks the way they did Steve and I.” You smile and shove him away at the joke taking your hand back.

“I brought cookies. Think of it as a peace offering of sorts.” You reach into your tote and pull out a big tupperware that Eddie can’t help but wonder how it fit inside.

“I’ll take that.” Robin comes over and takes it out of your hand before grabbing your wrist to pull you over to the couch. “Come join the party we were just about to start the movie.” You sit next to Robin at the end of the couch. As soon as she opens the container Dustin’s reaching up and over laps to get some from his spot on the floor next to Steve who’s at Robin's feet. He groans in delight as soon as he takes a bite and you can’t stop the smile from forming on your face.

“These are the best cookies I’ve ever had!” Eddie whistles as he takes his seat on the floor beneath you.

“That’s really saying something with how good your moms cooking and baking is.” He reaches up and grabs his own before Mike steals the container to take over to the couch he’s sharing with Lucas and the girls. “Oh my God.” Eddie says with his mouth full throwing his head back as the taste of what seems to be the perfect cookie completely envelopes his mouth.

“Is that a good oh my god?” You ask in a timid soft voice leaning over so your head was positioned right above where Eddie threw his on the couch between your legs.

“Princess, this is the best thing I think I’ve ever eaten.” You visibly light up at his praise. A wide smile overtakes your face and your eyes shine and it makes Eddie do the same. There’s a chorus of agreement to Eddie’s words but the two of you are so lost in eachothers eyes that you don’t pay them any attention. 

“Eddie, you better bring your girlfriend around all the time if she’s gonna be bringing more of this stuff.” Lucas says reaching into the container as Steve starts the movie. 

“Shut up and stop hogging them, pass em over.” Mike hands them to Eddie while he’s up to turn the lights off and neither of you correct Lucas.

It’s a little after eleven when Eddie pulls into your driveway. After the movie ended Robin immediately started to ask you questions about yourself, Max joining soon after making Steve move so she can take his spot. You happily answered, asking questions right back almost giddy with the thought of making friends so soon after moving here. 

Eddie had chimed in here and there like when Mike asked when the two of you met. “You assholes abandoned me after the last Hellfire meeting and I found her in a tree.” Or when you answered a question about your music taste, saying you liked Blondie and the Bee Gees. “What about Motorhead or Judas Priest?” And when you shrugged and told him you’d never heard of them he mocked injury, falling over and pulling the imaginary sword from his heart.

“That was fun.” You say to Eddie as you round his van to head to your front door. “I like your friends.”

“They liked you too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen El get so comfortable around someone so fast.” She had come over to join the group around you soon after the conversations started and while she didn’t say much Eddie could tell she was taking to you. “Stick around and they’ll be your friends in no time.” You smile at the thought of having a group to hang out with again.

When you open the door the soft sound of the tv still on drifts to your ears and you let out a small sigh before moving silently and quickly into the living room. You leave your keys in the door which Eddie is quick to take out before shutting it and following your path. He finds you knelt next to the couch and brushing some of Henry’s hair off of his forehead.

“You gonna wake him up?”

“I should, let him know I’m home and get him to bed. But he looks so peaceful that I don’t want to.” You whisper back not taking your eyes off of your brother that you’ve basically raised yourself.

“Want me to carry him while you lead the way to his room?” You didn’t hear Eddie get closer so when he crouches next to you it makes you jump a little.

“You’d do that?”

“Course.” He ignores how shocked your wide eyes reveal you to be and instead takes your hand to help you up before scooping Henry up. “Lead the way.”

Eddie’s careful not to move the boy in his arms too much as he follows you up the steps and then down the hallway. You leave his door open and move his blankets out of the way to make room for Eddie to place him down. Once he does, you cover him and place a soft small kiss on his forehead before leading the way out of the room, closing the door once you’re both in the hallway.

“Do you want a drink or something before you go?”

“I could use a smoke, you want one? If not, I can just wait till I get home.” He follows you back down the stairs as he speaks.

“I don’t smoke but I don’t mind hanging out with you while you do it. We could go sit on the swing on the back porch?”

“Sounds perfect.” You lead the way through the house and Eddie holds the back door open for you. “M’lady.”

“M’lord.” There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you sit slightly moving the porch swing back and forth with your feet while Eddie pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. “My dad died when I was young.” You say suddenly after another beat of silence.

“Oh, I’m so-”

“You don’t have to be sorry or anything. It happened so long ago and I’ve had a long time to grieve so it doesn’t really hurt to think or talk about anymore.”

“Okay.” It’s all Eddie can think to say sensing you had more words coming his way.

“Mom started working more after he died but not too much so she could still y'know be a mom. And then she met this guy, Doug, and she became pregnant with Henry. They didn’t get married or anything but he took care of us. Mom was able to stop working so much and when Henry was born she was able to take time off even. But then one day when Henry was four, probably closer to being five, Doug just up and left. Just completely disappeared.” Eddie takes another drag of the cig and places a hand on your knee as you take in a shaky breath. 

“It absolutely broke mom but Henry? He didn’t even know what was happening, he’d ask me when dad would be home and why mom was crying all the time. We had to move out of the house and into a small apartment and mom had to work all the time, constantly pulling doubles to make sure we’d have rent and food money. Henry hasn’t been the same since he figured out his dad wasn’t coming back, so he has a hard time bringing people into his life and worrying that one day me or mom are going to do the same thing. That's why he tried to stay up till I got home tonight, to make sure I was actually coming back.”

“You don’t have to tell me all this darlin’.”

“No, I do, because I like you Eddie. And I think you like me.”

“I do, like so much.” You smile and let a small laugh leave your mouth at his eagerness to say the words.

“So if we’re gonna do this I need you to know I’ve got baggage but also that Henry is my whole world. When mom started working all the time I slipped into that role the best I could for him and I’m still in it. So I can’t always go out and do things because I spend most of my free time watching him.”

“That’s fine.” Eddie stomps out his cig and grabs your hand. “I’ll hang out here or we can take him to the movies or I don’t know whatever he’d wanna do. He seems like a fun kid and I’d love to get to know him.” Your eyes tear up at that and you launch yourself into his chest holding him in a tight hug. No one’s ever been so kind and understanding about how much you want to take care of your brother before. “Besides everyones got baggage, my dads been in and out of jail my whole life and I live with my uncle in a small trailer. The whole rest of the crew has their own thing too so don’t feel like anyone would judge you or anything alright?” 

”Okay.”

“So, be my girlfriend? Because I’ve been dying to ask from the moment I found you in that tree.” He doesn’t say how he decided you were probably his soulmate when he found out you were reading Lord of The Rings.

“I’d love to. I’ve been dying for you to ask since you did that awful cowboy impression in Family Video.” You don’t say how you can see yourself falling for him hard and fast.

“Then it’s settled. What do you say to pizza and a movie? I’ll bring the pizza, you and Henry pick the movie.”

“I’d say it’s a date.”

“Tomorrow night? I’ll come over after my shift at Family Video?”

“Sounds perfect.”

This time when you’re holding the door open for him to leave you bow holding your arm out to show him the way.

“M’lord.” Eddie smiles at how you beat him to it and grabs your hand landing a kiss on the back of it before he speaks himself.

“M’lady.”

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You're Only Sixteen

wc: ~4.6k

summary: child soldier joins task force 141 part THREE; part two, part one; part four

warnings: brief flashback, blood, violence, nightmares

a/n: I'm genuinenly happy how well this is going so far, I'm going to update the parts a bit more slowly for now, but I'm pretty sure I won't take too long on this. Probably. Enjoy!

This time, Ghost is leading the training for today. That just means they're no fun games like last time with Price, not that you were looking forward to it. Starting at the shooting range is like a warm-up for you, landing all shots while doing everything casually. Your reload is fast and precise, your aim is almost always perfect, and your technique couldn't be more clean.

Sparring was similar to the last time, but now you're paired up with Soap. You're both getting in your stance, knees slightly bent, one leg forward, and abdominal muscles tense. Both ready to fight, but this time without any weapons. Ghost specifically told him to strike first, wanting to see how long you can last or even win against Soap. It shouldn't be a big deal for you, even though he is quite a big guy, full of muscle, and slightly taller than you. You've mostly had opponents your size or bigger in field, and you never really had a problem winning or lasting long. Well, besides one person back in camp.

Soap strikes you first with a sharp jab to your side, but you dodge it quickly, hitting him back. You focus on your technique instead of winning, wanting to be strong against him. He seems to be focussing more on his technique as well, noticing how fast he works and his reflexes are. Your fighting styles are similar; the only difference is how you two use it in practice. While he's using more strength and power, you're trying to be quicker than your opponent and trick them.

You kick against his knee, and land some hits against his weak points, it's hard for him to stay balanced or focused. He huffs and stumbles back, only to rush to you quickly and try to tackle you down. With his amount of strength, it's difficult to actually stop him or dodge, having to think quickly. With a small grunt, however, you're down, with him trying to keep you like that. Your heartbeat speeds up and your eyes widen, your breath hitching in your throat. The position you're in is too familiar; trying to get out of it as quickly as you can. Soap is oblivious, just training with you and having tackled you down, keeping you pinned on the mat. Your brain is quick to handle, pulling out the same moves you did in camp. Soap doesn't even realise he's getting into a headlock by you at first. His back on the mat with your arm holding him tight around his neck, feeling how you're only squeezing him more and more with your bicep. He grips your arm and tries to relax, not wanting to get hurt. Luckily, that's all it takes for you to snap back to reality and let go. You sigh out heavily and stand back up, calming down.

»Ye alright?« He asks you even though he should be the one getting checked up on. You give him a weary nod, clearing your throat.

»Yeah, sorry about that.«

You mumble back and focus on not thinking back to the time in camp. It's almost confusing you now, how similar and suffocating it felt. But you know better than to think back to a time like that and distract yourself in training. Soap tilts his head with a confused gaze.

»What do ye mean? The headlock? Nah, that was sick.«

He encourages you with a thumbs up. You nod, unsure of what to say back. The training continues with trembling hands and more focussing on your breathing than technique, feeling on edge the entire time, thanks to the small trigger. Of course, no one has noticed these signs from you, or at least no one has said anything about it. On the other hand, you're glad no one has noticed your trembling hands and more or less distracted mind during the time.

Once it's over, you're headed to the showers and straight back to your bunk. That was more off-putting now that you're alone in your small room, thinking quietly to yourself about what had happened. You shouldn't feel this way, having thought you were over it a long time ago. Maybe it was something else that triggered you, or maybe you really aren't over it yet. Getting in a pin on the ground was one thing your past rival used on you as much as he could. You don't know the real reason behind his technique, but all you do know is how weird and creepy it felt like.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips once more, slumping down on your bed with no energy. Today's training was longer but not as exhausting as the one at camp. But you still feel very tired for no reason. You close your eyes and try to shut your brain off; instead, a lot of thoughts appear about your rival and that god awful training. You don't know why he's all of a sudden back in your mind. You don't know why you're thinking so much about it, and you don't know why you can't stop thinking about him. He was such an annoying and unpleasant person that you tried so hard to forget about, yet he can't seem to give you peace. Even when you're finally away from him.

After spending most of your day inside your bunk, trying to get your mind off old memories, it's time to actually try and do something about it. With slow steps, you make your way back to the training hall. It's dark out already, forcing you to walk cautiously around and not wake anyone. Eventually, you made it in and looked around for a punching bag… and something to wrap your knuckles with. You don't want to injure yourself after all.

It's dimly lit in the training hall, making it seem more cosy and relaxing. Especially with no one inside beside you. There are five punching bags to use in a row, but unfortunately no bandages or gloves for your hands. It is what it is, and you walk up to one of these punching bags to release some tension and stress. After getting into the stance, you land a few softer punches to get used to the feeling again. Maybe it's because you're alone in here, but it already seems too loud for you. Checking behind you, the double door is closed, so there's no way someone could hear you from their bunk.

You start again, using proper technique, and gradually become faster and put more strength into your punches. The punching bag suffers through your hard punches, taking it like a champ, all the while your mind zones out. Zoned out, all you can think about is your past rival back at camp. You don't remember his name; didn't even bother asking for it back then. But you do remember how creepy and annoying he used to be to you, for no reason. And that's enough for your punches to grow heavier and even quicker, the punching sounds are growing louder through the hall. Maybe your knuckles are hurting at this point, but you don't care. That bastard had no reason to treat you like that, leaving you confused, hurt, and probably traumatized.

It's only then when a gruff voice calls out through the hall, speaking to no one other than you.

»Didn't you have enough training for today?«

You stop in your tracks and turn around, seeing that familiar shadow again. Ghost.

Glancing down at your knuckles, you notice how red they look just from how hard you've been punching that bag for… how long already? You didn't keep track, but it seems like more than ten minutes, judging from your aching knuckles. Ghost has crossed his arms, glaring at you with tired eyes.

»Go back to bed, 's way too late for this.« He adds with a more weary tone and leaves no room for arguments, cocking his head slightly to the side. You sigh out rather disappointed, knowing you shouldn't talk back, but you also can't stop just now.

»But I just started...« You mumble and trail off at the end, already smelling how annoyed he is with you. He shakes his head, being as serious as before.

»I won't tell you again. Don't overwork yourself and go to sleep. Let your body rest. We've got trainin' tomorrow, too.« Ghost is not joking with you, probably being more stern than he needs to be. But he knows better than to let you work too much or stress over something for no reason. In his eyes, you're just a poor child who happens to have this fate and is forced to get along with it on your own. Too much alike himself. Eventually, your shoulders drop in defeat, and you nod in understanding.

»Fine. Sorry about that.« He doesn't respond back and just leaves, most likely going back to sleep, too. After considering his words and contemplating if you should just stay longer in here, you walk back to your own bunk like promised and fall against your bed. It's comfortable and quiet, dark as well.

But you notice a small med kit on your night stand, bandages and a cream for sore muscles beside it. You blink, thinking it's just your sleep catching up on you, but there is indeed stuff for you on that small table. Eventually, you apply the cream on your red knuckles and wrap them up, laying back on your bed. Maybe it really is just a normal base and rather peaceful. Maybe you could get used to this some time.

Having no energy to think any more about that, you fall asleep quite quickly this time. Even if you fell asleep quickly, it wasn’t a good sleep. A nightmare plagued you, most likely because of the trigger from earlier. A grey room with no windows, similar to your old training room in camp, several people around you, and loud noises everywhere. It’s incoherent nonsense, but you still understand everything clearly. The room is cold and rather dark for some reason; it all seems too much, but there’s nothing at the same time. Your body feels numb, and you’re wearing your bandages around your knuckles, some dried blood decorating the usual whiteness of the material. You notice it too late, but Mike has you on the ground already. The ground is even colder against your back, and you can’t do anything but lay and watch. He’s on top, which he often tried to do on you, and has your wrists and legs pinned tightly beside you.

Everything is so loud but also so quiet, it makes your ears ring. There’s a horrible stench of blood and sweat around the air, which makes it hard to stay still and fight back. Your moves are too slow, having no other choice but to stay like this. Your rival, Mike, slashes quickly through your throat, staying on top in a mocking way. It’s hard to breathe, you’re chocking on your own blood and squirming under him helplessly. The whole dream feels like a flashback, but worse. Too quick, too real.

You don’t remember much of what happened next, because the next thing you know is how you’re trying to control your breath and get rid of the sickening feeling from the nightmare. It’s not unusual you get dreams like this, but never to such an extent of being unable to breathe normally.

The digital clock on your nightstand tells you it’s time to get ready for the day. You couldn’t be more thankful for Ghost to lay the training into early afternoon instead of early morning. Because you know they’d notice if you showed up like this to the hall. Still on edge and tired, feeling as bad as you look right now. You keep trying to tell yourself that it’s normal to feel like this, hoping it’ll pass soon. Deciding to distract your mind, you go out to the park with your small sketchbook in hand. Maybe you will feel better in the fresh air while sketching something down that comes to mind.

But, of course, you never have a few minutes to yourself as a familiar figure comes by and stops in front of you.

»Drawing?« Gaz seems curious and tries to secretly subtly into your sketchbook.

»Sketching.«

»Ah. What exactly?« He carefully asks, knowing not to disturb a teenage girl when they seem peaceful at the moment. Gaz has past experience from his own family and friends, knowing how moody some are.

You hesitate to show him what exactly you’re drawing, and you just shrug in response.

»Just… anything.« That was a boring response to anyone, and he still wasn’t done disturbing your peace. He politely asks if he can sit by you for a while, sitting down on the same bench after you accept his kind offer. Gaz isn’t one to pry or mind someone else’s business, but today he’s really curious. Probably, because it’s been three days since you’ve been here and no one got to know you properly. Maybe they should work on their social skills instead.

»You sketch often?« Finally, he’s asking you about your hobbies. And finally, a normal question after years.

»From time to time.« That’s not true, you’ve been drawing since you remember and ever since. Drawing to kill time? Three pages full with doodles. Sketching something pretty? Two pages full with only that beautiful thing you saw earlier. Filling some pages to get rid of the anxiety? Done.

Gaz doesn’t quite believe your answer as well, noticing there’s only three pages left in there. Instead of prying more into it, he changes the topic slightly.

»So, what’re you drawing then? People?«

Without another word, you hand him your sketchbook, deciding it’s easier and probably faster this way. He takes it wordlessly and flips through the pages carefully. His eyes study the way you drew random people and objects, not having expected how good you’re at this. He glances at you before flipping another page, recognising the person almost immediately.

»Soap? You drew Soap?« You look down to his hands as he’s still holding it, seeing he found the first sketch of his teammate.

»I guess,« There’s no way out of this now, seeing he’s actually quite amused about it, »There’s more, actually.«

His smile widens, not having expected to see realistic drawings of his teammate. And there’s more? Today couldn’t get any better.

»More? You like drawing him or somethin’?« Gaz stops talking once he goes some pages forward, seeing some doodles of himself and Price. Even if it’s just some sketches or doodles, they look surprisingly well-made and semi-realistic. He looks towards you again, holding up that book of yours slightly.

»Can you draw Soap with a moustache?« Out of all questions he could’ve asked, he chose this one. Always picking the important ones. You need a full second to process what he’s asking before you find yourself speechless.

»What do I get for it in return?« Now, he’s the one without words. He considers for a moment as he tilts his head to the side.

»Depends on how well you draw.«

It’s then, when he can’t take himself seriously and chuckles.

»All jokes, I’ll get you a new sketchbook. Seems like this won’t do in a while.«

That’s a deal well struck with him. You can’t deny such an offer and start scribbling down a rough sketch of Soap, added with a moustache. Gaz watches the lines on the blank paper slowly resemble his teammate, grinning at the extra facial hair above his lip. It’s a sight to behold, being glad he could make someone draw a silly pic of this even more goofier SAS soldier.

Once you’re done, you show the page fully to him, and he can’t help but laugh at the drawing. Not because it’s ugly, but because it looks so much like him, and a moustache looks rather silly on his face.

»We gotta show it to him later.« You don’t see why not and nod, already seeing how absurd the situation will be later on.

After the more eventful interaction, it’s time for the usual training. This time, there wasn’t any difference in sparring, only feeling more tired than usual because of the nightmare last night. All you four did, was practice in the shooting range and go about sparring with Soap, leading with him improving your technique and showing some tricks. Of course, like no other time, you all went to the mess hall to eat dinner. You would have forgotten about the silly sketch of Soap if Gaz hadn’t reminded you beforehand to bring it over for dinner.

Sitting in front of the two teammates, Soap is laughing so hard that he’s clutching to his stomach. The drawing was really worth it, being amused at the sight in front of you. At least now, you could eat in peace without one particular person trying to get to know you better.

A familiar shadow appears in the corner of your eye, and you instinctively glance over. Ghost is approaching the table… with a Capri Sun? You look over once again, needing to take a double take to reassure yourself of what you’re seeing. And right, there he was, the scary-looking goth with a Capri Sun in hand.

It’s then that Soap also notices Ghost. Eventually, he stays standing next to the table and places the smaller but sweet drink on the table.

»Oi, what’s that?« The still amused scot questions him, as confused as you and Gaz. Ghost clarifies, finally not being an intimidating tree.

»Shitbox got me this instead of wa’er. Some of you can have it.«

Oh, so he can’t deal with a vending machine. If he weren’t your lieutenant, you would have made fun of him. Gaz nods and looks over to you after noticing you shift in your seat slightly. To him, it’s clear who wants it most. He wasn’t the only one noticing it, and Ghost shifts the drink towards you, mentioning it to you. Or maybe he just doesn’t think the two blokes deserve such a sweet drink and let’s you have it instead.

»You can have it.«

He grumbles before leaving for wherever he needs to go. It’s a bit weird to just receive something like this for no reason, especially from someone like Ghost. Glancing around, the two others seem normal about it, or they’re just good at hiding their real surprise. Eventually, you take the Capri Sun and draw in the orange straw into the packet. Oh, it’s cherry-flavoured. Your favourite.

Even when you thought your small happiness wasn’t so obvious, it turns wrong once Gaz speaks up.

»Taste good?«

You nod back in response and relax your expression as well as you can, not wanting to come off as too giddy for a sweet drink as such. They both grin quietly and continue eating with Price joining in after some time to eat beside you three.

----

It’s been a week there, and it feels less awkward now. You train and practice every day, sometimes sneaking in late at night to punch some bags. Capri Sun is something you get more regularly at lunch because Ghost can’t seem to figure out how to use the vending machine. In reality, he just likes to give you a small treat and see your eyes light up for a split second. It’s his small way to befriend you; it doesn’t matter if it seems silly or stupid, you appreciate it, and there’s no harm to it. You could compare it with an attempt to befriend a cat with treats, and it works well. Consider Ghost as a harmless guy who gives you your favourite drink- just because.

Gaz talks to you the most from the others, occasionally checking up on your new drawings and sketches, promising to get you a new one as soon as he can. He likes your drawings after all. He’s easy to talk to as well, having light conversations with you and a few jokes. Gaz is the most friendly and easygoing of them all for one. At least that’s how he is with you, but you’re sure he can be different too. Soap is as friendly as him, but for some reason you feel like you need to be careful around him.

The problem isn’t him, it’s no one’s fault, really. You know he’s just as nice and supportive, but it seems like the pin he did on you is still in your head. They can always out win you in a fight if you don’t pay attention, and the thought of it makes your skin crawl. Ignoring it most of the time, you trust them all equally. It’s better here than back in camp. If you can still call it that anymore.

Being here, made you realise how toxic it was back then. They don’t judge and punish you for making simple mistakes; they won’t even look at your scars twice or ask about them, and most importantly, no one forces you into something uncomfortable.

You feel safer.

Pushing the constant nightmares and headaches away, it really is more safe and peaceful here.

Today, after training, you cross paths with Ghost. You immediately notice that he’s carrying an almost comically large bag in his arms. Taking a closer look, you see it’s dry dog food. Dog food? Why would he need that? You never took him as someone with pets, and you never saw dogs around on base. Thank God you didn’t.

You nod briefly at him and can’t help it but approach him out of curiosity.

»Do you have a dog?«

He grunts, side eyeing you for a moment.

»Just gonna feed Riley. A K9.«

So, they do have military dogs. How come you never saw them? Back in the old camp, the dogs could roam freely on base. But they also weren’t really nice dogs, always barking and ready to attack anyone. Even you were once chased by a large German Shepherd, almost getting bitten if you weren’t fast enough.

You simply nod back, not sure what to answer to that. Of course, he could sense your shift into uneasiness and nudges your shoulder lightly while walking down the base with you.

»You should get to know some. They’re not scary, don’t worry.« That makes it better only for a moment before you fully process his words. There isn’t really a way you can deny his offer and nod slightly, following him wordlessly. He isn’t as talkative either, but you don’t think that’s a bad thing. You’re lost in thought once he speaks up, shifting the big bag of dog food into his left arm.

»Ever met a big dog? Anything?«

You’re standing outside his office as he asks, opening his door with a key while he waits for your answer.

»Kind of. Got chased by one.« He can’t help but pause for a moment at your blunt answer, eventually getting his door open and stepping in. You follow him in and close the door behind you, noticing a bigger German Shepherd sitting up on the ground. It’s tongue sticks out and seems to be happy about seeing you both, judging from it’s wagging tail.

The dog stays silent though, patiently waiting for their owner to give them some sort of permission. You stay standing near the door, watching the two silently, hoping it won’t do anything. Ghost puts the large bag down against the wall and steps closer to the dog, kneeling down as it happily walks to him and enjoys the few hat pats he gives. You watch them both interact, visibly relaxing slowly as long as the dog is near Ghost and gets fed, getting a few more pats from its tall owner. He turns to you and introduces you to the dog, his hand staying on the dog’s back.

»That’s Riley. A sweet girl- will be joining our next mission, as far as I know.«

That’s totally great. Yeah, sure, you could work with a big dog while having a fear of them. You nod either way, shifting on your feet as you watch the dog from the closed door. Riley munches on her food, seemingly content.

»She seems… nice.«

He can see how unsure you are about the dog, and he guessed he would need to get you used to dogs somehow. Ghost sits down beside Riley, nodding towards her.

»You can pet her. She’s friendly, won’t bite.« He is trying to loosen the tension with a small joke, only seeing how you glance at him before looking back at Riley. Eventually, you approach her with silent steps, being cautious of the still-eating dog. You kneel down beside Ghost, firstly just watching her with anticipation in silence. Riley is quick to realise you are close now too and lifts her head off the bowl of food, trying to get to know you eagerly. She takes a step towards you, and you stay still, not wanting to accidentally make her angry. Ghost beside you can’t help it but feel amused watching you be so stiff while also watching Riley to make sure she won’t make you even more scared.

Riley sniffs around the air shortly before leaning towards your hands on your knees, taking a sniff at them. Before you know it, she’s licking at them. You cringe at the feeling, leaning a bit away from her.

Beside you, Ghost grins under his mask, glad that you don’t seem to be scared and more amused at how you react to Riley’s sudden affection. Suddenly, the K9 is trying to lick at your face, but you turn away with a small groan. Ghost pets her on the back, commanding her to sit down for now.

It takes a moment for Riley to fully calm down, her tail still wiggling back and forth. Ghost hands you some treats and wants to show you what tricks this joyful dog can do. Riley follows his commands flawlessly, rolling over, laying down, playing dead, able to stand on her back paws for a few seconds.

You extend your hand to give her a few treats- the small cookies in shape of bones in the palm of your hand. She eats it out of there happily, probably having a blast right now.

Riley is a good dog, even when she wants to give you affection through licking your hand, which mostly feels weird, but overall she doesn’t overwhelm you like the past dogs in your life.

Ghost also seems to be satisfied with the end result, however, he couldn’t let go of your words earlier. Normally, he would mind his business, but this is a sixteen-year-old we’re talking about.

»So, you were chased by one?«

You glance at him shortly, unsure of how to explain it to him now. You try it out, explaining it to him as shortly as you can.

»We also had some K9’s on camp and I was chased by one because I wasn’t careful enough.« You don’t realise how shocking that sounds before he gives you a look of disbelief. He asks again, gently petting Riley behind her ear.

»Your own camp had dogs, and one chased you? Why’s that?« You only shrug in response, not sure yourself. The dogs were mostly trained to be aggressive and were held rather roughly.

»I believe they got extra trained to be as aggressive as possible.«

He only hums out in acknowledgement, letting go of Riley and standing back up. Every time he hears more about your camp it is when he loses five years of his life. You follow right after him, standing up and getting a last glance at the sweet dog.

»Go, get your shower.« He mumbles, reminding you of taking your shower since you joined him after training, finally able to rinse off your sweat. You nod and leave without another word, taking a quick rest before eating dinner in the mess hall.

a/n: Hope you had fun reading this, it was a bit longer than the last part. The next one is probably going to be just as long. I hope you enjoed it!

[serafilms]

song 53! magic (one direction) + percy jackson requested by @isabelboo (2023 spotify wrapped event)

you, you’ve got this spell on me, i don’t know what to believe, kissed you once now i can’t leave

Percy isn’t really sure how or when it started, but he’s pretty sure you’ve put some kind of curse on him.

His thoughts are consumed by you day and night. His vision tunnels in on you every time you’re around. Whenever you talk to him, all he can do is think of your lips. It’s excruciating. It’s nauseating. And it’s definitely affecting his daily activities, he thinks as he sits, dazed in the infirmary, with a stab wound (a very minor one!) in his side.

It has to be some kind of magic, he thinks, because he’s never felt like this. Maybe some voodoo? Maybe a trick by Hecate as vengeance for defeating the Titans. Maybe you’ve been slipping him potions in his food. It could be anything, and Percy is not as well-versed in magic knowledge as some other people at camp, so he has no idea.

But he finds himself always looking for you, asking after you. He finds himself trailing after you always, and depressed when you’re not around.

The strangest part is that nobody else seems to notice anything out of the ordinary, and he’s too afraid to ask them about it.

He mentioned something about it to Annabeth once, but she merely waved him off.

(“It’s like I can only think of Y/N,” he said.

Annabeth looked over her notes distractedly. “Uh huh, yeah, that’s great, Percy. Hey, since you’re not being any help here, would you mind getting Y/N so they can help me finish the Capture the Flag plans?”

Percy blinked. “Okay?”)

He thinks it must have started somewhere between all the times you held his hand to lead him somewhere, or the times he stood behind you to help correct your sword fighting posture, or the times you touched his hands and arms to correct his archery posture. He always ended up blushing furiously after each of those ordeals.

Or maybe it started that time he kissed you. Although, technically, you’d kissed him first (on the cheek, nothing crazy!) before he went off to face Kronos.

But then again, Percy had been the one to kiss you on the lips when he found you again after.

(“Percy!”

He heard the call of his name, registered your voice, and his head was already whipping around to find you. He found you, a strained look on your face as you hobbled towards him, and Percy rushed towards you.

No sooner had you steadied yourself by holding onto his forearms than he had leaned forwards and kissed you on the lips.)

But Percy couldn’t help it! He’d just been so worried about you, and so relieved to find you alive. He thinks maybe during one of those kisses you transferred your evil little spell.

Still, he hoped that kiss might have meant something to you, more than friendship, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about it, since you’d collapsed on your broken ankle right after.

Even until now, you two have never really discussed what you are, or what the kiss/es entail for your future relationship. Because magic spell or not, Percy’s endless thoughts about you have him planning out your future (however much of it you can plan for two demigods who face certain death before their prime). An apartment in New York, close enough to his mom and Paul but not so close that it’s overbearing, college and planning schedules to match up, weekends out with your friends laughing and eating and watching movies and doing normal teenager things.

That’s all he wants. But he’ll settle for the lingering touches and smiles he gets from you for now.

But this curse, spell, whatever (because gods forbid Percy Jackson admit he’s in love with you before he’s sure you’re in love with him. They kissed you, Percy! What more do you need, for Zeus’ sake) is seriously becoming a problem, because somebody explain to him how from 30 feet away, Percy managed to see an Ares camper headed straight for you and make it over the battlefield in time to intercept it. With his own abdomen.

It was a stupid mistake, he acknowledges now. He’s been through countless battles, and he knows he could’ve incapacitated the camper from behind, or just knocked the spear out of his hand or something. But something about seeing you in danger just sets alight a fire in his mind that burns through any rational thought, leaving only an urge to stop you from getting hurt.

A little inconvenient now that he’s wincing on an infirmary bed with his side burning up. But at least you’re okay. And oh, look! It’s you! He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating now, or if you’re really standing in front of him.

“Seaweed brain,” you say, sniffling.

Okay, definitely you.

“Hey Y/N,” Percy says meekly. His side still feels like it’s on fire but his heart feels warmer with you here.

You take his hand and his heart aches at the tears in your eyes. “Hey, I’m fine,” he assures, ignoring the fact that he is definitely not fine.

“You’re an idiot, is what you are.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You look at him, at the ridiculous little smile he’s giving you to reassure you, at the bandages around his waist, and his hand in yours, and you lurch forwards and press your lips to his.

Percy jolts in surprise and feels his abdomen screaming at him from the movement, but kisses back nonetheless, feeling your lips on his once more and your tongue graze his bottom one.

When you pull back, he stares at you in a daze. If kissing is how you kept this spell on him, he is okay with being under it forever.

“You’re ridiculous, Percy Jackson,” you say, “but I love you.”

He swears his heart has never felt this warm. “I love you too.”

(“Sorry,” Leo says, looking rather gobsmacked, “they weren’t already dating?”

“Leo!” Piper throws her hands up in exasperation.

He smacks his cheeseburger back down on his plate and stares at the faces of his friends. Jason and Frank also look rather miffed, but the girls are all rolling their eyes. “Excuse me for being surprised! They’ve known each other since they were, what, 13?”

“12, actually,” answers Annabeth.

“12! When Percy woke up on the other side of America, the only name he could remember was Y/N’s, right?”

“Correct,” says Frank.

“And we spent ages on the Argo II, during which they got caught in the stables—“

“They were just talking,” says Hazel.

“—and they fell into Tartarus together! Because he refused to let go of her hand! They literally went all the way to hell, all the way through hell, and back out, together!”

Nobody says a word, all looking at Leo.

“You’re telling me,” Leo says, breathing very intensely as though he just found out that his pet dog has been run over, “that during that entire time, neither of them asked each other out?”

“Nope,” says Annabeth matter-of-factly, “and he also kissed Y/N on his 16th birthday.”

“Man,” Jason sighs, “talk about slow burn.”)

[lieutnt]

kinktober - #6

daddy kink w/ bratty!simon "ghost" riley x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

It’s a release for Simon - his days filled with ‘Yes sir’ and following orders, rarely given the opportunity to disagree, go against what’s asked of him. So when you find some time alone together he likes to push back. You ask him to do something and with a glint in his eyes he’ll turn to you and say “Make me.” You do, handling him a little rougher than usual, fingers twisting his hair or a hand on the back of his neck as if you’re scruffing a dog until he goes pliant underneath you.

Sometimes it’s not enough, on days when Simon wants the brattiness fucked out of him he’ll put up a fight, grinding his hips against you even when the rest of his body is pinned, mouth purring out taunts that go straight to your cock. “C’mon, show me what you can do, daddy.”

That works, has you yanking down his pants and boxers and only pouring enough lube on his hole that helps stretch him out but he can still feel the bite of pain, a tight groan punching from his chest as you go from teasing his rim with the tip of your finger to bullying in to the first knuckle, giving him little time to adjust before you’re pushing your whole finger in, his body squirming to get away from the intrusion.

With an iron grip on his hip you don’t let him, leaning over his back to nip and bite at his neck. “Thought this is what you wanted, baby? Is it too much for you?” You ask, voice teasing while he shakes his head no, arching his spine as another digit threatens to join the first. Simon bares and grits his teeth at the stretch of a second finger, chest panting to breath through the temporary discomfort. 

As the pain blooms into pleasure the brattiness breaks through, Simon fucking himself on your fingers even when they still. “You just gonna sit and watch me?” he barks, a flicker of irritation igniting. You withdraw your fingers, slapping an open palm down on one cheek when he tries to chase them, a strained whine bubbling from his throat.

“You gonna be good and stay still?” You question, purposefully taking your time in unzipping your pants and drawing yourself out, lining your cock up with his hole and resting it there, stroking yourself while Simon begins to fidget, teasing your head with his rim. Your grip tightens on his hip and he groans, willing himself to still. “Good boy,” you say, finally, devastatingly slowly, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until it gives, inching yourself in and out until your hips are pressed snugly against his ass.

He breathes out a deep, “Fuuuck, daddy,” causing your hips to jerk forward, a dirty trick that has you landing another smack to his cheek.

You press yourself against his back, hands moving to rest either side of his head as you lean down, “You gonna behave now?” Simon nods, pretty blonde lashes fluttering as you roll your hips forward, the snugness of his hole like heaven around your cock.

Drawing back you take hold of his hips, pulling out until just the tip is resting inside before thrusting back in all at once, knocking a deep groan out from Simon’s chest. You set an unrelenting tempo, able to hear each collision of skin against skin as Simon lets out strained ‘ah, ah, ah’s’.

Shifting your body you start catching his prostate with each thrust, intentionally grinding against it when he loses control of his mouth and shouts, toes curling in pleasure. The more you press against it the more sanity he loses, eyes rolling back until he’s chanting your name.

With a huff you tighten your grip, ripping away his pleasure as your hips stop. When he turns to look at you over his shoulder, all bleary eyed and face pulled tight in confusion you grind forward, “That’s not my name Simon.”

He blinks, what you said taking a moment to filter through his brain before he’s hiding his face into the plush mattress below, murmuring a meek “Daddy.”

[itskybabes-blog]

Duke Dennis Drabble

Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)

Part two: The Confession

Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors

TW: swearing, drinking and using derogatory language

Plot: After your big night at an AMP pool part (that you probs won’t remember tomorrow), you finally let your lil’ secret slip.

Word count: 672

ICYMI: part one

“What the fuck am I doing?” You slurred back in confusion. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You rise up from the bed and try to point your finger at him, but stumble forward because you was unaware of your own strength. Duke has to catch you before your pearly whites were scattered all over his floor.

“See, man,” Duke whines with you in his arms, “this is what I’m talking about”.

You move out his arms and squint your eyes at him, trying to focus on all three of him at once.

“Y/N, you can’t stand up straight. You got yourself stupid drunk and started twerking on everyone. Your nipple was fucking hanging out like you’s some fucking whore or sum,” Duke rants.

“Whore?!” – you sober up real quick – “You’re calling me a whore?” you exclaim back, shoving finger quotation marks in his face.

“Meanwhile, you’re here, throwing this stupid party full of thirsty clout-chasing bimbos who only wanna suck your dick, get your Ps and cut! Fucking lodging your tongue down some random girl’s face – you’d be lucky to not have herpes, right now!” You lay into him, using whatever left over competence you have. Dutch courage is certainly real.

“Whore?” You said again, this time with a soft chuckle - which we all know is not good. Duke knows you found nothing funny but couldn’t care because “you’re a fucking embarrassment!”

“Oh my fucking gosh, more fucking names,” you said with a dramatic sigh. You begin to pace around: “What else am I? A slut? A bitch? What else am I, Duke? Tell me!”

You end up in a couple centimetres away from Duke with a face full of fire and push him weakly (pathetically) away from her. His look of disgust softens – maybe he was being a little harsh.

So, he takes the punk move: “You know what, I don’t care. This is not even worth it, man. Fucking drunk!”

That one snapped a heartstring. Duke’s back faces you as he had his hand on the knob.

“You don’t care? You never cared about me, did you?” You come back at him.

“What?” He looked back, utterly confused you’d ever say that.

“You never fucking cared. I’m meant to be someone special to you – your best friend – and you only ever want me around when you don’t have a fuck buddy around. When you need a girl to make you look good when your hotline hoe ain’t picking up,” you start to spew some of your deep feelings.

Duke lets go of the handle and leans against the door. “Y/N, I-“

“You don’t fucking care about me. I fucking hop on a 2-hour flight weekly to see your ass and look all pretty for your stream. Then, you kick me out to entertain a next bitch, passing me off to the rest of the bros like I’m some community hoe. You never fucking cared about me. You never fucking did. You-“

“Are you jealous?” Duke saunters back to you, grinning. His diamond grill playing tricks with your hooded eyes.

“Huh? Where you get that from?” You feel your cheeks burn, turning your head to the side.

“As a friend, you care too much about my roster,” Duke tries to explain. He drops his head to try and make you look him in the eye, but you keep avoiding his accusatory gaze.

“You talking like we fucking or sum,” Duke continues to press you.

“Why would I want you, like, what? Like, that’s- Ha! Ewwww,” you try to act repulsed but you never got an A in drama. Your acting skills are subpar.

“Oh, OK. Just know: I’d drop my roster just for you.”

Your head whips around and look Duke square in his face. A goofy and toothy smile plasters across his face.

“You fucking play too fucking much. You can’t be trying to tease me and shit. Why would I fucking want you? You never cared about me before, why the fuck no-“ Duke’s pillowy lips press intensely on yours.

“Girl, shut up.”

“Yes, sir.”

A/N: here’s the second part! Now, I really hate writing smut so pls forgive me but I’m skipping over that. Pls enjoy this quick update :)

[slickchickchocolatier]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER SIX

Sorry for the slight delay, but here is chapter six. I had to cut it short bc i'm currently babysitting but i wanted to get it to you guys. but dont worry, next chapter will have all the parts that i didnt get to finish in this one plus.....it will be Heejeong's turn ;)

Warnings: Smut....this entire chapter is just pretty much....pure smut. it goes back and forth between consensual and non-con....and it's pretty descriptive. breeding kink, HS being dominant, relentless, and yeah....unprotected sex.....umm...i think thats it. aside the fact that its intercourse between step siblings.

“H-Heeseung! Ah!”

………………….

Restrained by the grasping hold Heeseung held onto, your wrists suffered the sharpened sensation of his fingers and palms pinning them against the wall. 

You had tried your best to struggle free, even getting as far as detaching yourself from him for a brief moment before he extended his reach and caught you once more. 

“Noooooo…..come here baby….you feel so soft….touching you like this is all that’s been on my mind…”

“Stop….Heeseung stop….this…this is wrong…we can’t!”

“Oh yes we can….watch me.”

“Heeseung!”

.................

Now here you were, backed up against the wall, and the width of his enlarged frame trapping you in.

Your own step-brother…..

..................

"Upon meeting the notorious Blackbeard, his face sly with a deceiving look…

His eyes grasped on to the maiden like a fisherman’s hook.

Yet all is said and done, the man has tricked mother, father, son, and friends.

His secret will be known, a closet that reveals his darkest trends…."

……………..

Sitting you on the edge of the thin console table, his chest pushes you back, causing your shoulder blades to meet with the cool wall.

The way he propped you on the table gave him the upperhand to focus more in melting into your body as he only needed to minimally support both your weight, which allowed him to focus on getting you to surrender... 

His tux became loose as his jacket slid off his shoulders, the buttons on his collard shirt came undone, and his bow tie unraveling; his hands loop under your thighs, making you further lean back against the surface of the wall, with only the table bearing the density of your weight.

Standing and leaned forward into you, he positions himself in between your legs, loving the fact that he had you falling apart for him. 

You turned your face away, as much as you felt shameful, knowing this whole ordeal was wrong….it felt so right….it felt so good. Yet you couldn't find yourself brave enough to face him straight on; he was, after all, your stepbrother.

“Ugh…Heeseeeeeeung.”

Sucking on your neck, the squeezing sound of his lips suckling onto your skin was his only response, up until he pulls away, releasing the suction of his mouth that latched on to your soft neck. 

“Yeah baby…..” gasping a deep groan against your ear, you felt his hand reach down, snaking itself into the opening of his trousers and feeding his length out. It was long, thick, and stiff…..it was exactly what you wanted at this moment since he had you emotionally and physically dislocated. 

He didn’t immediately penetrate you, in fact, he took great pleasure in toying with you first, his own manner of performing four play. 

With his tip, he drifts it along the lining of your slit and probed your opening, all the while he slowly…..sloooooooowly licked your neck from the base to the edge of your jawline. 

“Ugh! Please!!”

“Yeah….just like that baby…..get wet for me.” 

Noticing the heat and moisture rising in between your legs, he harshly taps his lengthy cock against your clit, slapping it repeatedly and enhancing the sensitivity of each tap. 

How could he do this to you? Going against your wishes to cause a stir of raging, euphoric turmoil to take place in your gut, only to tease you…

“Please…” you whimpered. You nearly were begging at this point as your words ended in broken gasps while you softly sobbed. It was so painful. 

The tingling numbness was too much, your hips were gyrating fiercely as your thighs shook with an uncontrollable urge to wrap around his waist. Your clit and opening was pulsating, you found yourself wanting it to be filled and stuffed with every inch of him. At this point, you needed it. 

Hyperventilating, your chest rises in an up and down motion as you tried to steady your breathing, yet it was nearly impossible. The numbness in the depths of your core became stronger, you could feel the heated moisture of your body’s lubricant oozing out as you clenched your opening, trying to prevent it all from gushing out. 

Grabbing onto your arms, he pins them to your side as he slightly lifts, and adjusts your position to where your rear practically hung off the edge of the table. The back of your head and your shoulder blades remain plastered on the wall, sliding downwards as you felt him pulling you to the edge, right up against his groin. 

With your legs held taut, he centers himself to your opening, poking you with his tip as he scoffs out a sly smirk while bearing teeth.

"A little sensitive, are we?” Biting down on his bottom lip, he admits a dark chuckle while he feels you slightly jump from the shocking sensation of his probing offense.

"Pl-please....." you whined out. Initially, you may have had wanted him to stop, yet now, all you yearned for was him to be inside you.

"Come here baby......" his hands loop around your thigh in an overhead position, pulling you towards him, causing you to further slide down as your rear hangs over the edge of the table completely, your hair decorating the wall as the strands lay sporadically against it.

Propping yourself, you rest against your palms as you flatten them on the surface of the table, forcing the weight of your body to remain on stilted foundation, shifting your weight back and forth between each hand.

His thumb rubs your clit in small, circular motions as he commits tiny hip thrusts, teasing your entry with his tip as it remains in contact, yet is refrained from fully entering.

"Please....what are you doing?......." you begged as you felt your head move upwards in a small, slightly pouncing manner upon feeling him pressing against you, only to be pulled back and snapping back against the center of your slit once more.

"Shhhh.....its okay baby relax......relaaaaaaaaax......relax for big brother Heeseung." he whispers, all the while he rests his forehead against yours as he focuses his sight down on to your exposed breasts, and your clit, which he continued to rub with the padding of his thumb.

Succumbing to the edge of his teasing notion, you felt your entire body shake with a vibration that was so intense, it was unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your breathing became uncontrolled, and the moment it hitched, thats when you felt the ooze of the sweet, warm, and gushing liquid exiting from your cavity, leaking in between the folds and meeting with his skin. Feeling it drip out with his tip, he releases a prolonged sigh upon sensing the warmth of the moisture that was releasing out, kissing his tip as he rubs it up and down in between your swollen lips.

"Uuuuuh huuuuh.....you ready for me?"

"Y-yes...."

"You sure?"

"Yes...." you pleaded. Your voice releases an airy crack as you found yourself sobbing yet again from the amount of relentless pressure, numbness, and the unbearable tingle that punched your gut as each second went by. You needed to be filled, you needed him.

"Uuuuugh....please.......please....do....do something....do everything.....i just....."

"Just what?" he demanded as he continued to rub your clit, all the while staring down with an aloof expression. The tone of his voice grew stern. Whispering with a firm and solid tone, he repeats once more. "Just what?...."

"I just......ugh......I need you....." you bit down on your tongue as you finally admitted defeat. You couldn't help it, it was all his fault for bringing you at the stage you were now in, although you sensed that he looked at it from a different perspective.

He blamed you. He felt it was your fault, for merely existing....for breathing....for being yourself.....for being so beautiful and always speaking in that seducing voice that was so feminine in nature. The way he saw it, everything was your fault and he loved it. You sensed it...you knew it deep down, now that it became obvious that he was yearning for you the entire time since meeting you.

"Awww....you need me baby? Hmm?"

"Y-yes......"

"Say it again, then."

"I....I need you...."

"Yeeeeeeeeaaah.....you do." he whispers into your ear, before he places a soft kiss right on your cheek, keeping his lips in place as he rubbed his thumb in soft, circular motions against your lower back. It was so tender and romantic, it nearly caught you off guard.....until you felt the stretch of his entry.

Jolting violently, you nearly jumped off the table had it not been his firm hold in keeping you steady. With one hand looping around your lower back, and the other plastered on your inner thigh, pushing it aside, forcing you to remain fully exposed and vulnerable, his stiff muscle needed no guidance as he begins to shove himself in.

"Ugh! Ah! H-Heeseung..." you began whimpering out, continuously jolting upwards, trying to evade his entry as the feeling of being opened felt more painful than pleasurable.

Naturally, since it had been quite a while since you last had intercourse, spending all your time in college focusing on your studies, merely using a simple vibrator to get by on your urges and needs, the last time you recalled having sex was well before you started attending your university, and was graduating high school.

Yet the feeling of being breached, from when you dated someone from a different school, or even back when you had your first, well before your senior year, when you had a steady boyfriend who shared the same class, the feeling felt nothing as it had right now, with Heeseung.

The way he was built, he was more bold, hard, and strong. Everything about him was ten times more intense than the average man, which would explain why you were feeling the immense sting. What propelled you to fear more, was the fact that he hadn't even fit himself in yet, not even the tip.

"It hurts! It hurts! Please! Please stop....." You winced your eyes shut and gasped out in deep breaths, feeling your breasts rise from the inhales and pressing up against his hard chest plate.

Again, you shifted your hips upwards and away, trying to avoid him entering, yet his hold on you kept you still, and you were in no position to remove any one of your hands from the table that supported your weight, unless you had planned on falling back completely.

Slowly, you felt the skin around your cavity conforming to the bulging tip as he slowly pressed in further, finally feeding the bulbous top of his shaft in, inch by inch. If the pain was so bad with just the very tip of his cock partially entered, how was it going to feel once he starts to slide the rest of his length in?

You couldn't bear the thought, taking the risk, you quickly shifted one of your palms and pressed it against his abdominal muscles, right on his pelvis, with your palm flat against him. Pushing, you gained just a slight bit of distance as you pushed yourself back, not at all having any effect to the stallion before you. Still, it didn't matter whose body needed to move, so long as you could create a gap between you two, which you did...just a few inches, until he tugged you by the grasp he had around your lower back, harshly pinning your thigh down even more as he digs his fingers into your supple skin.

"No......." you whispered desperately as he slowly continues to fit himself inside, which was hard as he found the friction to be the result of your preserved nature in abstaining from casual and constant sex.

"You were a good girl throughout college, weren't you?" He scoffs as he inhales deeply upon savoring the feeling of your warm skin, slowly surrounding his. "I"m gonna fuck you up so good." He smirks out.

Slowly.....painfully.....little by little, he continues to feed himself in, the very tip already opening you as he starts to enter.

"Stop! Please stop! Too much! It's too much!" you cry out, your palm pressing him again, yet it was no use.

Ignoring your pleas and constant whimpering, he merely relays a calm expression under half heavy lids, watching as his muscle continues to go inside you.

"I know....it wont hurt for long, I promise....just be a good girl and take it all in, I promise I'll make the pain go away. I'll make you feel really good...like a fucking queen.....and i'm going to love doing it." He gently tones out, leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment he did so, while he bends inward, you felt a sudden sliding of his shaft expediting its entry as his body caves into you, causing you to push against him once more, only to find that it did nothing to aid you. Instead, it fueled him with an instinctive nature of dominance and aggressiveness, you saw it by the way. he bit down on his lip and smirk out a deep chuckle. If you hadn't known any better, the man looked animalistic, and you were the prey of the raging beast.

"Almost there.....fuck baby.....you feel soooooooo good......been wanting....to feel you......wanting to make you feel good......fucking love you." He stutters out, locking your lips with his own in the process.

"No! Stop! Please take it out!" you gasped out as he kept his tongue inside your mouth.

He continues to slide in, while he massages his tongue over and under yours, stroking and complimenting your canines.

Finally, the moment you felt the base of his groin making contact with your pelvis, you gasped in relief. He was finally all in, which you had wanted, up until you felt the pain. Now that he was nestled inside you, he allowed you to regain your breathing and even guided you into taking deep breaths.

"Breathe baby.....mmm...breathe....yeah....good girl. Breathe for me."

Forming a small circle with his lips, he looked as if he was going to whistle, instead, he merely blows on your forehead, a method to faintly cool you as you took in your breaths. You weren't sweating, not yet, nor were you feeling hot, but the second you felt his breath blowing against your skin, you felt a sense of relaxation coming back to you.

The lustful numbing and tingling was calming, like a raging storm calmed by the tranquility of the sunlight, the pulsating punches were toned down as he bellowed out and remained burrowed inside your soft muscles.

"Deep breaths baby." he issued, and immediately, he begins to move in and out.

Gasping and slamming both hands on his biceps, you relied on his strength and his broad frame as you held on for dear life. Since he was already inside, remaining on the stilt platform of your hands and trying to create distance was pointless, he was so close....and was going to remain close. Yet the stinging pain remained, and you were desperate in trying to appeal to him yet again....

"STOP...stop.....stop....pl-please...oh my God.....stop...." you breathed out each word in an airy gasp as you squeezed the material of his tux, digging your fingers into his arms.

"Shhh, breathe baby." was all he murmured as he continued to move, thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. His speed was neither fast nor slow, just deep and thick.

Tilting your head back, he watches as your throat shifts up and down as your body receives his penetrating act. Up and down...up....and down.....

"Theeeeere you go.......just like that......breathe baby.....breathe." he guides in a whisper, reaching up and cradling a gentle grasp on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking in an up and down motion on the center of your throat. "Just like that......fuck....breathe for me baby girl."

Just then, he starts picking up the pace. "Yeah, breathe....uh huh...just like that....fuck....fuck you're so damn pretty."

“P-please…..n-not so hard……I-I feel like I’m breaking….”

“Come on baby, keep fucking it.” 

Increasing speed, your body was now bouncing ferociously up and down, growing weak as the base of his groin muscles slam into you. The sting transitions into a burning sensation from being slightly torn open, yet the tingling and numbing sensation turned into something that was so very pleasant......so much in fact, that you began to release prolonged moans of erotic nature.

"Uuuuugh...."

"Oh fuck....good girl......keep going, i fucking love the way you sound and look right now."

"Uuuuuuuuuugh...mmmm.....mmmmmmmm.....uuuuugh..."

"Yeah....good girl. Fuck it...my good girl."

The sound of his skin kissing yours as he slaps his pelvis against you, thrusting his muscle in and out, twitching and flicking it up each time he rails deep within you. Shifting your weight up and down at his mercy, your body goes completely weak and limp from his insatiable hunger for lust.

"Uh...fuck baby.....you want more? Hmm?....Come here....Ill give you more..."

Shifting his hands to meeting and wrapping around the narrow part of your waist, beneath the slinky material of your dress, which had been rolled and coiled around your waistline, leaving your top and bottom half to be fully nude and exposed, he feeds his hands under the fabric. Feeling his rough hands pinch a grip on your sides, you felt him pulling and tugging you, lifting your entire weight up and down as he bounced you on his length at merciless speed.

Your feet dangle off in mid air as your legs remained spread wide open, with his frame centered in between, your rear still hangs off the edge of the table, yet your body sustains and remains upright thanks to his support as you latched your grip on to his arm, and wrapped your other arm around his neck.

"Oh my God....no!.....ugh!"

"Yes....."

"N-no....please...."

"Yes baby."

Going back and forth had created a sense of immense sexual tension between you both. Each time he responded, he went faster, deeper, and harder, and before you knew, it, you found yourself gushing out and splattering as he rammed himself inside you.

At this point, the burning and stinging had fully disappeared. All you could feel, was the punching pikes of pleasure that was hitting you inside and out, all from his unyielding performance and stamina. Hitting the right spot each and every single time, you moaned out his name, craving for more.

"Ugh.....oh......mmmm....Heeseung..."

"Talk to me baby....."

"Mmm...mmmmm...oh God....more! Please.....please....do..do more....."

"Yeah?" Leaning in once again, he places a delicate and passionate kiss on your lips, inserting his tongue and dragging the tip of it across the roof of your mouth. Clicking it back in, you felt the snap of his oral muscle as he flicks it inside, becoming addicted to the harsh 'click' sound that came with it.

Melting into him, you were fused with his body. Even so, at the moment, when you leaned a bit back to your original position, placing both palms flat on the surface to support your weight, it didn't matter that you were no longer wrapping your arms around his neck. The moment you were on the stilt position that founded your upper weight, it gave him leverage to not only go faster and harder, but to make you bounce relentlessly as you felt him pounding against your pelvic and rear muscles.

Now, you were squelching as the sound of moisture and skin rubbing, molding, and unifying was filling the room. Your moans became more drawn out and louder, while your hair flew all around as you felt yourself being levitated by his grasp. Everything felt amazing, it didn't matter that you were being fucked relentlessly....by your own step brother.

Tilting your head back, you pushed your hip up against him, lifting it slightly, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

"Awww fuck baby....you're going to make me cum."

Stuffed, thrusted, and bouncing on his thick muscle, you nearly screamed out as you felt the peak of that tingling sensation, building up and was near a point of massive explosion as the tip of his dick repeatedly taps against the soft spot, deep inside your stomach.

"Ugh!....mm!....Ugh!....Heeseung fuck me....please Heeseung fuck me...oh my God please....." you whimpered out, the pleasure was so great, the tears that streamed down your face was not of pain this time around, but from the intensity of his euphoric deliverance to your throbbing cunt.

Leaning in for the final time, he wraps his arms around you, lifting and settling your entire frame on the hilt of his lower abdomen, forcing your legs to wrap themselves and rest against the hilt of his hip. With added depth, the motions of your body bouncing up and down became much more steep as you felt his hand grab on to one of your rear cheeks. Squeezing it within his grasp, while using it as a leverage point to add momentum, he lifts and pushes it downward in sync with each thrust, adding a heightened boost in fucking his throbbing cock inside you.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum..." he spurts out against your neck.

With your arms wrapped around his neck once more, you lean your head back and allow him to breathe, gasp, and scoff out pleasurable groans against your throat.

"Ugh! Please....ugh please....." you begged, coming close to climax.

"I know baby...I know.......we'll do it together.....fuck baby.....we'll cum....together..." He groans out, mouth parted open as he latches it on your skin, gasping out.

"Ugh! Heeseung!"

"Fuck, beautiful!"

The moment you gushed out, with the hot liquid seeping and coating his length, all from his vigor, Heeseung bursts out, and explodes inside as he releases.

Coating your walls and staining that soft spot that his raging tip was just beating on, his essence fills you to the brim. Despite already stopping at a clinic to pick up birth control pills upon settling things with Kurt, and dating again, you enjoyed the rush of Heeseung's ejaculation filling you, allowing the natural process of breeding to take place, even if you were taking preventative measures against getting pregnant. The delightful thought of his semen swimming inside, traveling deep inside your body and rushing into fertilize you was something that aid you to reach climax at such a profound state. You loved every single second of it.

Jutting his length deeper as it remained fully inside, Heeseung's face remains burrowed against our breast, suckling on your nipple as he thrusts a few more times, ensuring that he emptied himself entirely inside your body.

Once satisfied, he reaches down and holds himself at the base with two fingers, slowly pulling out. Each time you had felt as if he was close to fully exiting, you were reminded just how lengthy he was as he would continue to slowly slide, causing you to feel the rippling lining of the veins that decorated his cock.

"Mmm....Heeseung..." you whimpered out with furrowed brows of slight pain. The sensation of being stretched out and torn open was coming back now that you had rode out the high of your orgasm.

Listening onto the suckling sound of his mouth while it remains latched on to your areola like an infant child, he twirls his tongue around and flickers it against the tip of your nipple, distracting your mind away from the pain.

Finally, his lengthy muscle was all the way out, the bulging tip engorged and pulsating as it made it's exit, seeping out and leaving a trailed line of his children to decorate your walls and your clit.

Holding on to you, he embraces on your frame tightly and sits you back down on the console table, leaning you back while he adorns you with a series of kisses, starting with your breasts, then moving his way up to your collar bones, neck, throat, jawline, and then your lips.

Moaning deeply into your mouth, he strokes your neck again, ending the session with passionate and heated....love......

Love.....it wasn't lust....it wasn't just strictly desire....it was.....love.

The way he held, the way he moved, the way he would stroke your skin and lick it with his tongue. The way his eyes looked at you through a heavy gaze, with half shut lids and parted lips, gasping in shock each time he noted how your hair framed your face, your skin glistened against the dim light, or how your puckered, cherry stained lips would shine and look delectable for him to suck on.

It was undeniable, this man....your stepbrother.....was in love with you. It wasn't just his mannerisms or the way he looked at you either....

"I love you.....you're mine....you're all mine.....nothing is going to take you away from me.......I'm keeping you.....forever.....y/n."

He was right....he was keeping you forever. But it wasn't just him....soon, you'd find out that another pair of hands, eyes, and lips were going to take its turn....feasting on you as Heeseung had just done.....

CHAPTER 7

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Deadly Haven (Epilogue)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

An injured, hunted hero hides in his former lover's safehouse to catch a breath. Unfortunately, his presence is soon noticed by said ex-lover.

"I did love you." Soft. Pained. "I'm sorry I deceived you."

Villain blinks, whatever they were going to say forgotten on their lips. "You never mentioned that." Their confused expression is quickly taken over by a frown. "I don't understand."

Hero sighs. "What don't you understand?" He's so tired. Villain isn't usually this chatty before torture. They get like that in the middle of it, normally.

Villain tilts their head, one hand coming up to rest on Hero's cheek. "You say you love me." Their words are carefully measured. "But you keep running away."

Are they… still playing? It's really not that hard to understand. What's going on?

"I betrayed you. Betrayed the people you work for." Hero speaks slowly, makes sure Villain understands what he's saying. It's definitely not the first time he has to explain something to them, but usually it's the minutiae of human behavior that needs explaining. Not... this.

This is pretty straight-forward.

"Your job is to torture traitors. So I ran." Confusion flickers on Hero's expression. "You've been trying to capture me for years. Of course I stayed away."

Hero can see the very moment understanding dawns on Villain.

They huff a laugh. "Hero." Their hold on his cheek becomes firmer. "I don't care about them."

...what?

"I… betrayed you." Hero searches their dark eyes, the firm touch almost making him melt. "I lied to you, the whole time. You're perfectly capable of torturing me just for that."

Villain huffs again. "You didn't betray me. You stole yourself away. That made me angry but it's no betrayal." A thoughtful hum. "That makes me angry." Their other hand goes in Hero's hair, caressing it.

They cradle the back of his skull and drag him up to a sitting position again, hand comfortably wrapped around Hero's nape. "Did you think I was going to torture you? Is that why you tried to cut your own throat?"

Hero starts trembling all over. Not out of fear, but out of the sheer effort it takes not to go pliant in Villain's familiar hold. His eyes are slightly wide as he looks at them. "Of course you're going to torture me." That's not- it was never in question.

"I am not." They make it sound so simple. "I won't break what's mine."

"But that's- it's your job." Hero sounds slightly desperate. He can't believe them. They must be lying, trying to get him to lower his guard. Any second now they're going to drop the act, go cold again.

"My job? For the people I just told you I don't care about?" Villain sounds faintly incredulous.

"You want to make me believe I could have come home, covered in the blood of your superiors, and you would have just smiled and kissed me?" Hero gives them a disbelieving look.

"Yes. Where you belong." Their eyes grow hungry for a moment before they get the possessiveness under control again. "It's fun, my job. Allows me to do things I enjoy very often. But it's just that. A job."

Hero shakes his head, eyes still slightly too wide. "If I had gone to my superiors and told them I was still living with you, they would have ordered me to kill you in your sleep." Almost mechanical. As he processes.

I could have… gone home?

Villain shakes their head and caresses Hero's hair, firmly. "It's alright. Chasing you was fun, if frustrating. But now it's time to stop running away."

And Hero... goes pliant.

He looks at them with once-familiar vulnerability in his eyes. What he shows only to Villain. "You just want me to stay?" Quietly, still a bit disbelieving.

"Yes." No hesitation. No trick to be detected.

Hero swallows thickly. "Am I forgiven, then?" he asks, because he needs to know. "I didn't- I wouldn't have run, had I known I was safe."

Villain is quiet for a moment, as if searching the answer within themselves. "You are forgiven," they finally say, without particular emotion - but it's not untrue. Hero can see it in their eyes. They search Hero's eyes in turn. "Will you stay?"

Hero sighs, happily relieved. "I want to stay with you." A whisper. Then, "Yes."

"Good." Villain grins. They waste no time, undoing Hero's restraints so they can pulls him into a tight hug. They tilt Hero's head back for a kiss and Hero immediately goes fully pliant, smiling into it.

When they part, he presses a softer kiss to the corner of Villain's mouth and sighs again. "What happens now?" he asks, curious to hear about Villain's plans.

I can have this again. It still feels like a dream.

"We wait for the world to stop looking." Villain smiles, sharp and vicious. "And in the meantime, I have a few matters to settle with the people hunting you down."

Hero blinks. Oh, that's right. He had forgotten what it was like for someone to get revenge for him. To want to get revenge.

He smiles. He's aiming for sharp, but it's more happy than anything else. Villain is not the first Hero has given himself to, but they're the first who cared enough to want to keep him.

And when they take his nape and pull him in for another kiss, he can't help but think that their touch still feels perfect.

Whoops, it's done!

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- Heimdall short about braiding his hair, this idea has been in fandom for a quite time

Summary: gender neutral reader, reader is simping, Heimdall is chilling

Warnings: very short, bad English

"It wasn't a request. I'm telling that you will do it", Heimdall said, not even looking at you.

He took a chair and moved it, sitting with his back to you. It doesn't seem like he would take a "no" as an answer.

You were standing right behind him, still in a little shock.

"Wha- But, you really want me to do this?", it sounded stupid, but you had to be sure.

"Don't make me repeat myself..." he spat, visibly irritated.

That felt weird. Really weird. You even suspected a some kind of trick, but no, you knew he was serious. Besides, if he was really planning something, he would done it openly. This guy would announce that you're going to die.

Yet you couldn't help, but just felt embarrassment coming from him. A cocky God like him asking you, someone far below for braiding his hair? But he just did and it got you surprisingly excited.

"Aren't you scared that I will.. Do something. My hands will be close to your eyes...", you chuckle, taking a step forward.

He tilted his head slightly back to look at you, messy strand of hair fell on his face, "Try your luck, sunshine, but I will feed to Gulltoppr".

So cold. You sighed deeply. He sure struggled at this moment. Always ready to insult you in the most savage, but fancy way thinking that he is so funny, yet couldn't take a little tease at this very moment. What a shame.

It got you even more excited. You giggle in mind. You find something cute in this situation. Maybe it was him trying to act so unphased or that from all people from Asgard he chose you.

Wait. Did you just thought he was cute? And you actually wanted to do him a favor? Damn. Even in moment of his weakness he's catching you off guard.

But let's be honest, his hair were always so perfect and well-groomed. Blond and shiny like gold. Always out of your reach. You were so curious about them. No wonder you felt like a child in candy store.

"Fine, I will do it", you tried to hide your enthusiasm. "You are in good hands".

"Be useful for once", he shut down your positivity.

Without reply you got right into your task. You touched his hair. So soft! And thick, and healthy, and woah! You were amazed. Those were really a God's hair. You could touch them all day!

You started to braid them and you lost yourself in thoughts. This morning you saw him without his usual hairstyle. Heimdall walked into your place with loose hair. He didn't tied them in a ponytail, he just let them fell on his face. He... Screw this, yes, this idiot looked quite handsome.

You realized that you didn't ask him why he came to you. This was his hairstyle for years, why he needs you to do it today? Did his usual person couldn't? You thought about Sif, but you wasn't sure if she'd really wanted to have something to do with this guy besides work for Odin.

You slap yourself in mind. Thinking too much in presence of Heimdall wasn't the best idea. But then it hits you. He hasn't said a word.

You focused so much that you didn't notice how quiet he was. No comment about your hand slipping a few times, nothing about you messed up two braids. Complete silence.

You looked at his shoulders. They seem'd to be pretty relaxed. Were he... sleeping?! You wanted to take a quick look at his face, bo you didn't dare. You enjoyed your peace. But he had to be asleep! You smirked. For some reason it felt good knowing that he is so relaxed and chill around you (at least for now).

Time flies and in a blink of an eye you had finished your work. You smiled, hot red on your face. You were proud of yourself beacuse it looked good. Fine piece of work.

"Aaaaand done!", you laugh, placing your both hands on your hips.

After a moment Heimdall get up, looking straight into your bright eyes. You knew he wanted to immediately read your mind, but you had nothing to hide besides the truth!

"Don't flatter yourself", he said as his face turned a little red. You knew he read it all. He carefuly touched his hair, checking up your work.

"I must say, you finally did something good, I'm happy for your progress", you could feel the irony in his voice, but you didn't care. You were still smiling, admiring your own work... or maybe him too. He looked as good as always.

"And don't count on any payment", you didn't at all. Hard to admit, but you did it with pleasure. And he knew that for sure, "Maybe I will treat you a fine drink tonight, but only if I will be in a good mood".

You shake your head. Your heart was beating faster than usual. What was happening to you? Stay calm, please.

He turned and started walking towards the door. You had to admit-- it was quite-

"-enjoyable", Heimdall thought, starting his daily patrol on the wall.

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Sand Seal Wipe Out

Hyrule looked down as he adjusted the harness around his waist, his eyes flicking nervously toward Wild. “Are you sure about this…?”

Wild let out a carefree laugh, patting Hyrule on the back as he clipped his harness to the leash of the sand seal in front of him. “Very sure! You’re going to love it,” he exclaimed confidently, sliding his boot into the strap of the shield he was using as a surfboard.

Hyrule quirked an eyebrow at Wild, looking apprehensive at best. Wild had that manic look in his eye he got before he tricked Hyrule into some dangerous (yet exhilarating) activity. He’d gone shield surfing once, but this wasn’t exactly the same thing. This time he was strapped to a beast that could swim through hot granules of rock hot enough to cause burns to the touch. One bad wipe out could turn out to be hell.

Despite his hesitance, he trusted Wild. He’d taken him on some amazing adventures, and no doubt this would be another one. Wild looked over at him, giving him a quick once-over to make sure he was clipped in right. “All set?” he asked, practically bouncing with excitement. Hyrule would be lying if he said it was anything other than infectious.

With a resigned sigh and a playful roll of his eyes, Hyrule stepped onto his shield. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said, bracing himself for what was to come.

Wild let out a loud whoop, and they were off. Hyrule let out a scream- terrified, at first, but quickly devolving into laughter. He held onto the rope attaching him to the sand seal, mostly for some sense of security as the beast pulled him along. He leaned to one side carefully, testing his ability to turn. He was still scared of wiping out, but he was starting to understand why Wild took him out on this ride.

Wild was having ten times more fun than Hyrule, and it showed. He had no apprehension or fear of sand surfing (or any other time, the Chain was convinced), so he had no reservations as he weaved through the sand, not bothering to hang on to the tether. Even if he overcorrected, Wild had taken enough sand to the face to know how to fall to minimize injuries. Sort of.

Hyrule was quick to let go of his initial nervousness. The longer the two raced through the Gerudo Desert the more comfortable he got on the shield. Soon enough he was zipping alongside Wild, laughing as the sun beat down on them, blindingly bright off the sand but so worth it. Wild had got him jewelry that would help resist the heat at least, but that didn’t help him when he nearly barreled straight into a Voltfruit Cactus. He yelped and overcorrected, getting flung off his shield and skidding through the sand.

“Rulie!” Wild yelled, quickly twisting on his own shield. He came up alongside him, pulling up in a way that allowed him to unclip his harness and jump off the shield, using the forward momentum to run up to his friend.

When he reached his friend’s side, he was surprised to see Rulie laying in the sand, laughing even as he sat up to shake sand from his hair. “I’m okay,” he said, waving his hand as Wild slid up beside him. “I might have a few scratches but I’m okay.”

Wild gave a relieved smile and held out his hand to help him up. “Good. You had me scared for a second. Eating sand can be pretty unpleasant,” he said, giving a little shudder of solidarity.

“Oh, it wasn’t pleasant. But I am okay,” he said, grinning and clapping a hand on Wild’s shoulder.

Wild chuckled and wrapped his arm around the Traveler. “I’m glad. Let’s get back to town, I’ll cook your favorite for dinner to get the taste of sand out of your mouth,” he laughed, ruffling Hyrule’s hand- causing the other to splutter as sand rained down into his face- including his mouth.

”You better throw some dessert onto that!” he said, sliding his foot back into the strap of his surf-shield.

”I would’ve thought you had enough of the desert!” Wild laughed, clipping himself back to his sand seal, letting out a whoop for it to take off as Hyrule let out a stream of threats and started chasing after him, the sun slowly setting behind them.

[explorevenus]

I first started finding Leon attractive after seeing him without the jacket in 4, but you are the one that gave me true Leon brainrot. Thank you for writing fics that scare me with how much I enjoy them.

Um... this is the emoji I would pick if I were an anon, so 💫

that is such an incredible compliment cosmic THANK U I'M EMOTIONAL

here is ur blurb <3

send me an emoji and i'll write a yandere!leon blurb based on it!

tags/warnings - reader is in captivity, daddy kink, leon calls reader pup/puppy, super sappy sweetness (if you ignore the kidnapping thing)

blurb below the cut !!! <3

The sky was unusually clear tonight. You were on your knees on the bed, elbows rested on the window sill just above it as you gazed through the glass at the twinkling lights. You wished you could just get up, go outside and see them as they were, but the locked door, the only exit in the room, stood in your way.

You sighed, tracing lines between them on the cool glass, imagining constellations of your own. You were so zoned out reminiscing in the memory of glittering stars to the naked eye that you hadn't noticed Leon was home from work.

"What are you up to, pup?" Leon asked from behind you, startling you out of your daze.

"Sky looks so pretty tonight," You answered. "I miss it."

Leon went quiet for a moment and you felt the mattress dip gently behind you as he sat close, leaning in beside you to see the stars for himself. He hummed in agreement. "It is very pretty."

His focus zeroed in on the way your eyes rounded in wonder, the image of the starry window reflecting on your glassy gaze. It was always a welcome pleasure to see you happy. He knew what he had to do.

"Do you wanna go outside and look, sweetheart?"

You almost didn't believe him at first, pausing to turn and look at him. Judging by his face, you didn't think he was playing a trick on you.

Still, you were wary. "R-Really?"

With a warm smile he nodded, reaching forward to brush a small knot out of your hair with his fingers. "Yeah, really. No running off, though, alright? I want you holding my hand the entire time."

"Deal," You were quick to respond, rushing in your excitement to prepare for the grand privilege of going into the backyard for five minutes. You gathered some fuzzy socks to cover up your bare feet and reached for the first hoodie you saw, a plain black one you were pretty sure belonged to him.

Leon watched you with amusement, remaining cool on the outside but on the inside, his heart was quickly melting into a puddle. You were so happy. He'd made you so happy. Once you had finished pulling the slightly huge hoodie over your head, you scurried over to wait at the door for him, just like the good little puppy he knew you were.

He reached for your hand, and for the first time, you took it without hesitation.

Unlocking the door, Leon guided you through the hallway and down the stairs, through the dining room and to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. You were practically vibrating with excitement as he unlocked the door, and you could hardly contain yourself anymore. You practically dragged him through the door in your rush to get outside, still clutching his strong hand obediently.

He followed along diligently, tugging at your hand a bit to slow you down. You went straight to the center of the yard, tilting your head back until the sight of the stars consumed your vision, spinning in little half circles to take it all in while continuing to hold his hand. You were expressing a level of joy he'd never seen on you before.

Suddenly, you flopped to the ground and he nearly had a heart attack until he realized you were just laying flat on your back, staring up at the sky, and again, still holding his hand. He couldn't possibly be mad at you for scaring him-- your beautiful face was glowing in the soft white light of the moon.

He laid down beside you, squeezing your hand lovingly. "What do you think, puppy?"

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the stars as you answered him in a dazed whisper, "It's so beautiful, daddy… So pretty and bright… I could just lay here forever."

While you couldn't look away from the sky, Leon couldn't look away from you, hair spread out messily in the grass, eyes twinkling, smiling wide, wearing his clothes and clutching his hand.

"I think I could too, sweetheart."

[linesonscreens]

Let's Read Peanuts (The Dark Souls of comic strip reading assignments) – December 1956

There are lots of great strips I just don't have room to comment on. I strongly encourage everybody to read the full month at the official GoComics page. Today's month starts HERE.

December 9, 1956

I keep imagining Lucy doing this to a 6-year-old Weird Al Yankovic as he tries to compose a polka remix of Pat Boone’s “I’ll Be Home”.

December 12, 1956

Charlie Brown’s expression speaks volumes.

December 15, 1956

How much did you guys get paid by the tooth fairy as a kid? This is pretty much exactly what I got if you adjust for inflation (a $.50 coin).

(yes, I'm old)

December 18, 1956

I kind of want a series of strips showing this sequence of events.

December 19, 1956

This is an interesting strip because I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody question a person’s perception of their own happiness before. Sincerity, yes (particularly on social media), but not their understanding of their own mental state. 

Was this more of a thing back in 1956? A result of the post-war economic boom where previously poor people we starting to realize that a car and a nice house in the suburbs isn’t as fulfilling as they thought it would be? 

Or maybe Charles Schulz just had depression. Who can say?

December 26, 1956

:(

I liked it better when everybody hating him was all in his head.

December 30, 1956

Hey, look! A thing that will show up a bunch over the years.

Thoughts:

Character design roundup time! 

Going forward we’re just going to focus on just ONE character at a time because going through years and years of comics for examples is getting to be a bit much and it’s only going to get worse as we get decades into this thing.

This year’s spotlight will be…

Schroeder!

(May) 1951

(December) 1951

1952

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1954

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1956

Schroeder's biggest changes seemed to happen between 1954 and 1955 but his design is still shifting. For one thing, like most of the cast in the past couple years, he's gotten a bit more stocky (fat) with looser penwork and a more organic art style. There’s also a slight but interesting change in the poses Schulz is using to depict him, the most notable being when he's playing the piano. In the first couple years Schroeder was just kind of leaning forward a bit but this year he's started hunching all the way over and looking directly down at the keys. If you focus on the curve of the spine in those photos up there you can actually see it go from bending inwards, to straight, to curving outwards.

It's ~almost~ reached his trademark pose but we're not quite there yet.

Otherwise, the art this year has been fairly similar to the art from last year. The same evolution towards more simple, loose and streamlined line work continues but there haven’t been any major shifts like we saw with Snoopy last year. Though, I have noticed a slight regression back towards bigger, rounder heads and smaller bodies. Which is interesting since up until now the trend has been in the opposite direction.

Dec 1955:

Dec 1956:

Art aside, I think the most interesting aspect of this year is Linus starting to come into his own as a fully realized person. In addition to a bunch of comics about him learning to big kid stuff (tying his shoes, trick or treating, playing baseball, etc) you’re also starting to see him become more active and having a distinct outlook on the world. He’s still not quite in his final form (he has yet to even once ponder what Jesus would put on a hamburger) but you’re starting to see that character emerge.

Snoopy also continues to go through some changes. His design started shifting dramatically around October of 1955 and that's continued this year, but the biggest change was with how he was written. Instead of the focus being on observational dog humor, Snoopy is now some kind of weird semi-human Looney Toon thing that spends most of his time imitating other animals and doing silly dances to annoy the other cast members. I don't ~hate~ it per se, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like "actual dog" snoopy a lot more.

Finally, Charlie Brown himself has finally completed his transformation from "narcissist with depression who is the author of his own misery" to "loser who everybody just kind of seems to hate for no reason".

I think it was the Christmas card joke that really made me realize it had happened. Prior to this year I don't think that kind of joke could have happened because while Charlie Brown constantly worried that everybody hated him, that wasn't ~actually~ the case. In fact, he was told several times (to great annoyance) by the people in his life that they were, in fact, his friends. The only reason everybody took digs at him was because he was constantly seeking validation in a very obnoxious way.

Him not getting any Christmas cards though means that people not liking him isn't just in his head anymore, and that's a lot less authentic and interesting to me. I get why this current version got popular (we've all felt like Charlie Brown at some point), but the earlier version just felt so much more like an actual kind of person you'd find in the wild. It's also kind of a bummer and makes you appreciate the later strips where characters like Linus and Peppermint Patty are more clearly his friends.

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And that's it for 1956! I liked it! Did you guys like it? Let me know in the comments because I have no idea where people are at right now.

Also like, reblog, follow, scream "I enjoy your blog" at me from your car, etc because that lets me know I'm not just howling into the void.

See you in 1957!

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"I need your help" + villain's base

day 10 of whumptember

1236 words

warnings: bruises

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Hero swallows thickly and looks at the ground. His eyes lock on Superhero’s boots in front of him. He closes his eyes, pushes his pride down, and falls to his knees. 

Superhero lifts his foot off the ground and tilts Hero’s chin with the toe of his boot. 

Hero closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath. Superhero releases him and he falls forward, nose hitting the floor. 

“Report?” Superhero barks. 

Hero pushes himself up and stays kneeling in front of him. “Vigilante escaped. I have my best PI’s watching for her, but as of now there’s no news.” 

Superhero nods once and waves his hand, “And?” 

“And?” 

“What are you doing? Other than waiting on your ass?” Superhero says, rolling his eyes. 

Hero stammers, “I was-I mean. I’ve been awake for two days. I was hoping-I really need some sle-” 

“I think training is a great idea!” Superhero cheers, rolling his sleeves up. 

Hero stands and follows Superhero to the backyard, his feet dragging behind him. Superhero gets out the sparring tools, the obstacle course, and the boxing gloves. Hero closes his eyes and takes a moment to mourn the nap he was hoping to squeeze in. 

“Come on!” Superhero says, tightening the strap on the boxing glove. 

~~~

Hero leans heavily against the wall with a heaving chest. The gloves fall to the ground and he shakes his head. “I’m done.” 

Superhero turns to him and shakes his head, “Excuse me?” 

“I’m beyond exhausted, I can’t see straight, and I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating because you’ve never had those horns, have you?” 

Superhero clenches his jaw and shakes his head, “You can go. Leave and never come back. If you can’t train for thirty minutes before needing a break then you’re not made for this line of work.” 

And maybe it was the two days without sleep. Or it was Superhero’s tone. Or maybe Hero was just too fucking tired of nothing he does being enough, but he leaves. He doesn’t even pack a bag, he just…walks out the door and down the street. 

He sheds his phone in a trash can and snatches a jacket from the back of someone’s chair to keep the cool breeze away, and he’s gone. His muscles ache, every movement hurts and it takes everything in him to keep going. 

He walks, and walks, and walks until he sees a familiar building. How had he managed to make it here? 

Shrugging, Hero walks up to the door and slams the knocker down on the wood. 

Villain opens the door with a few bills in her hand. She looks Hero over and sighs. “You’re not pizza.” 

Hero shakes his head and blinks tiredly at her. He pushes off the entryway wall (when did he start leaning against it?) and inhales deeply. “Can I stay here? Just for the night?” 

Villain takes a minute to think before nodding, “Whatever, just be quiet, I have homework.”  

She steps aside so he can walk past her, as he does, he brushes against her and she inhales at just the right time to realize. “You stink.” 

“Superhero thinks that showering is a waste of time apparently.” Hero says, lifting his arm up and sniffing. He shrugs and falls onto the couch, eyes closing the instant his head hits the cushion. 

Villain watches him, trying to figure out if this was a trick or not. Hero starts snoring and rolls onto his side with his arm above his head. His shirt rides up and Villain looks away, but not before she sees bruises blooming across his torso. 

She picks up a blanket from the closet and lays it over him. 

Sighing softly, Villain pulls her phone out and dials a number, “Hey, I need your help.” She leans against the wall and looks out of the window next to the door. “I’ve got Hero here, I think he’s in some trouble.” 

“Of course he’s in trouble!” Vigilante shouts. There’s a few moments of silence where Villain wants to ask if she’ll come. “I’ll be over in a few. Have you eaten yet?” 

“I have pizza on the way.” 

Vigilante cheers, “Perfect, I’m starving.” 

The pizza arrives and Villain sets it on the table. Ignoring her growling stomach, she gets out two plates, two mugs, and starts a pot of coffee. 

Vigilante comes in through the back door and sits down before Villain even notices her. 

“Hey,” She says, opening the pizza box. “Ew, veggie?” 

Villain jumps and puts her hand over her heart, “Ew, free pizza?” 

Vigilante rolls her eyes and takes a bite. They look at each other and Vigilante grabs another piece from the box. “Aren’t you having any?” 

Villain sits down and takes a few pieces from the box. After polishing off the first slice, she leans against the back of her chair and sighs. “So, any ideas?” 

Nodding, Vigilante swallows and gestures to the coffee pot, almost full. Villain nods and she jumps to her feet to fill her mug. “So he’s here? Like…in your house?” 

Villain nods and points to the couch. Vigilante’s mouth falls open and she tiptoes over to the couch and looks over it. She hurries back to the table and sets her mug down. 

“Oh my god,” She says, whispering. “You have Hero, sleeping, in your house! What are you going to do?” 

“I have no idea! That’s why I called you.” She responds, also whispering. 

“So what happened?” Vigilante asks, leaning over the table. “Like…how’d he end up here?” 

Villain shrugs, “He just showed up. I don’t know where he was, but he’s kinda beat up.” 

Vigilante jumps up again and looks over the couch. She runs back to the table and slides into her seat, “I didn’t see anything-oh my god! You little perv!” 

Villain’s face goes red and she shakes her head, “I put the blanket on him after he fell asleep. Before I did…he kinda stretched and I saw his stomach.” 

“Oh my god!” Vigilante whisper-shrieks, “Does he have abs? It's hard to tell with him since he’s so scrawny. Does he?” 

Villain bats Vigilante’s arm, “I didn’t notice! But what I did see was a lot of bruises. And I…” 

“Yeah yeah, your little stray-loving heart went ba-dum ba-dum.” Vigilante says, putting her feet up in Villain’s lap. “Well you can’t keep this one, he’s a biter. Oh and let’s not forget he’s been trying to get me arrested for a month!” 

Villain sighs and nods. She looks at the back of the couch and frowns. “Come on, Vigilante. You remember how it was…with Superhero.” 

“Stop.” 

“All I’m saying is-” 

“I know what you’re saying. I’m asking you to stop.” Vigilante says, drawing her knees to her chest. 

Villain looks at the floor and sighs. She bites her cheek and leans her head back. The pair sit in their uneasy silence until Vigilante nods. 

“Ok.” she picks at the skin around her fingernails and frowns. “How can I help?” 

“Keep him at your place?” Villain asks. She gets ready to defend him, already taking a big breath to get ready for the word-spill, but she doesn’t have to. 

Vigilante nods, “Ok. When he wakes up, I’ll take him home.” She almost smiles, “But if he pees on my carpet he’s out on the streets!” 

From the couch, Hero smiles and rolls over onto his side so he can hear them better. 

~ part two?

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.9 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

He didn’t get a chance to see if they listened.  Darkness swelled at the bank’s entrance, then flooded into the street like water from a broken dam.  In seconds, the hostages were hidden from sight and the Wards were forced to retreat several paces to keep from being swallowed up. Inside the bank, Grue mused, “That should give them a reason to think twice before blindly opening fire where they can’t see.  I’m liking this.  We ready for part two?” “Just don’t hurt the hostages,” I said, glancing back at the thirty that were still inside.

The thing is, as far as I can tell, from everything I know about Worm, for all that Taylor is now and further becomes a villain, she never loses the desire to make things better, to help people, to save lives.

Like, she definitely becomes unquestionably a villain in an in-universe sense, and crosses a fuckton of moral lines even from our out of universe perspective, but - Taylor never goes to 'Evil' Protagonist, from what I know

I'm curious if I'll change that view.

“That hesitation before Aegis gave the orders to the hostages… it didn’t fit.” “If you’ve figured something out, spit it out,” Grue spoke in his echoing voice, “We need to move now, before they get reorganized!” “Bitch, you’re going after Clockblocker.  Stay away from Aegis, got it?” Bitch didn’t even respond, digging her heels into Judas’ sides and ducking her head to avoid hitting it on the top of the door as they raced out. “What the fuck are you doing?” Grue growled, “She’s going-” “They switched costumes.   Aegis is wearing Clockblocker’s costume and vice versa.”

Seems an odd strategy? Is the idea people will underestimate 'Clockblocker' and be willing to get close to 'Aegis', not realizing what they're getting into?

It dawned on me how badly that could have fucked us.  Bitch’s dogs would have attacked the person they thought was Aegis, and gotten tagged by Clockblocker instead.  In one fell swoop, we would have lost the majority of our offensive power.

I suppose, but that seems a trick you only try once. Then again, those dogs are pretty tough.

Either way, something was getting to me.  I raised my hands to rub my temples, remembered my mask, and sighed, folding my arms instead.

Amy fucking with the Black Widows' brains?

She was going straight for Clockblocker, who was dressed as Aegis. “No, no, no,” I muttered, “You idiot.” At the last possible second, she changed course and went for the real Aegis.

Smart move. I get you calling her an idiot at this point, but she does have a successful career behind her, so that counts for something, I think. Give her some credit, Taytay.

I thought I might have heard the impact from the interior of the bank.  Or maybe it was as auditory illusion and my bugs were the ones who heard it.  Either way, Aegis hit the ground hard enough to kill an ordinary person.

I like that Taylor isn't actually sure what is her bugs and what isn't.

At the same time, Clockblocker was fighting off the bugs I’d sent out.    Within a fraction of a second of a bug making contact with Clockblocker or his costume, he froze it.  My power simply stopped telling me the bug was there, as if they had disappeared from the face of the planet.  In reality, they were just suspended in time.  Stuck in the air, immobile, untouchable. But that same power could work against him, I was thinking.  I made my bugs surge forward, surround him, aiming to cover his entire body.  I was pretty sure he couldn’t disable the effects of his power, so if he wanted to freeze all of the bugs I had crawling on him, he’d trap himself in a prison of his own making.

He was good at thinking on his feet, though, or he’d faced similar tactics before, because he had an answer for that.  Clockblocker spun in a tight circle, freezing the bugs as his body rotated, so that they were only affected when the part of his body they were on was facing away from the bank.

I guess Clockblocker can't just be the comic relief character.

Then he decided to try ignoring the swarm.  I seized the opportunity to bite and sting him twenty or so times.  The surprise and pain distracted him from his evasive maneuvers, and he wound up clotheslining himself as he froze the insects on his face while still running forward.  He went from a head on run to landing on his back with his feet still in the air.

*cackle*

I directed the bugs to the areas where his skin was exposed, and piloted them into the gaps between his skin and his costume.

Gyah! *shudder* I wonder just how many times I'm gonna do that before I get used to it. This is what Taylor's power does.

It was ironic.  I wouldn’t have been able to do this if he hadn’t switched costumes with his teammate.  Clockblocker’s usual costume covered every inch of his skin, like mine did.  Probably for much the same reason.

Taylor Hebert, outsmarting people because they outsmart themselves since 2011!

I could settle that inner turmoil later and decide on a way to make amends to Clockblocker at the same time.  There were still five Wards and a stranger on the rooftop to be taken out, if I wanted to stay out of jail.

Taylor, isn't what you did to Clock enough nightmare fuel for one Arc?

Oh boy, this is just gonna get better and better! Super glad Skitter isn't real, but I do love reading about her.

I just...

I'm gonna go invest in some bug spray. A lot of bug spray.

[my-writings-and-musings]

We have our conclusion! Through the power of democracy we have arrived on IDW Swerve x Reader, heavy on the fluff! This was incredibly fun to do, I'm a bit of a data nerd so having numbers to go with ideas just makes me happy, you know? Also we had a pretty good mix getting here!

Without further ado, here's the fic!

No one who hadn't seen it would have ever believed you, but you'd learned from firsthand experience the secret Cybertronians were most desperate to protect; they were utterly adorable when they got sleepy.

Between the yawns and the clumsy rubs of their optics, the towering species somehow managed to shed every bit of their renowned intimidation when they felt the urge to recharge, and after countless late night escapades and sleepovers you'd gathered enough data to confirm the phenomenon applied to every single bot. Some were a bit more precious than others when the weight of exhaustion pulled on their heavy optics, but you'd decided the cutest among them had to be the mech you enjoyed hanging out with the most, and tonight he was in rare form.

Swerve had made himself into a partial blanket fort for the two of you atop his berth, settling you into his lap after draping himself with some of the many sheets he'd piled into a makeshift nest for maximum comfort whilst movie marathoning. After several hours of binging and snacking you were admittedly a little worn down, but the bot at your back was obviously struggling to keep his optics open. You could feel him sagging forward an additional inch every so often, and the occasional glance upwards revealed his visor dimming whilst his reactions to the story grew increasingly subdued. After taking a while to see if he would speak up (and appreciating the cuteness) you decided to give him an easy out.

"Swerve?" you said when an especially quiet moment in the film gave you a chance to pause it on the wall sized monitor, pocketing your remote and leaning forward so you could look backwards and upwards more easily.

The barkeep startled a little at the query, then blinked in confusion as he looked down at his lap. All of his usual smooth sass was nonexistent as he visibly wrangled with his exhausted processor to produce a single syllable; "Huh?"

"It's okay if we call it a night, we can finish the movie tomorrow." you offered helpfully, certain now that his shift at the bar must have taken far more out of him than it usually did. To your slight surprise, he gave his helm a shake and quickly plastered on an upbeat smile, holding you a little closer in a manner that was more protective than possessive.

"What? Don't be silly, I've got at least..." he trailed off in thought, something that looked quite difficult for him with so little energy to spare. "Two... Three more whole movies in me! Not tired at all..."

You'd never heard a more obvious lie in all of your life, and your heart felt a twinge of pain at his desperate bid to ignore his own needs for your benefit. It was hardly out of habit for him, but it always made you sad to think how he didn't believe you stuck around because you liked him, and that he was allowed to have his own needs and wants. Putting a hand over one of his, you spoke plainly to try and cut through the lie. "You look exhausted."

"Hey, this is just my face, nothing I can do about that!" Swerve countered quickly, fake smile growing ever less convincing. "Besides, you know me! I've stayed up way later than this, and we don't get to hang out that much as of late, so-"

You realized there was simply no way to get him to acknowledge his needs, so you changed strategy on the fly, knowing there was one easy way to get him to turn in. "What if I'm tired?"

That did the trick straight away.

"Oh, well uh... In that case, you should get some sleep." he agreed with a nod. When his shoulders slumped and he made to rise from the berth, you realized he was once again failing to realize you intended to spend the night, despite that always being your preference. "I can take you back to your room-"

"Can't I stay the night?" you asked quickly, smiling in affectionate exasperation at his inability to realize you enjoyed spending time with him. The question perked him up right away, and a genuinely happy smile cut right through the fog of his exhaustion.

"Sure, if you want!" he agreed straight away, trying and failing to untangle himself from the blankets as the temptation of sleep made movement increasingly more difficult. "Let me just get the screen powered down, then we can get comfy."

"I've got it, you go ahead and settle in." you assured him as you pulled out your remote, giving him the opportunity to rest at long last while you shut down the movie and the projector. Despite his weariness, you felt him perking up at your back, the fact that you were spending the night making him happier than any amount of words could ever convey. Still, he couldn't stop himself from yawning the second you turned back to the screen.

"Just going to rest my helm here..." he said with a bit of a slur, lying back when you left his lap and settling somewhat heavily on the nest of blankets. In what couldn't have been more than an instant the sound of gentle ventilations met your ears, and you chuckled softly as the screen offlined and the room went dark. Turning to see him already deeply powered down on his side, you felt your heart warm with affection. All of the stress of the day had evaporated from his frame, and he looked utterly adorable amongst the messy nest of blankets.

"Goodnight, Swerve." you whispered before tugging a blanket across his square frame, getting him as covered as you could before cuddling up against his chassis. Laying a pillow on his arm and pressing your back to his front, you let the soft hum of his spark lull you to sleep, and you didn't miss the smile that spread across his peaceful face as he subconsciously pulled you closer.

[morsartis]

I Kissed A Girl

June Egbert x Reader

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“So you’ve never been kissed like a girl before?” You asked. Sitting next to you on the sofa June flushed up to her ears. She had just started to grow her hair out now, the dark strands only brushing the tops of her shoulders. Now she was twisting the strands around her fingers nervously. 

“Is… Is there a difference?” She asked with wide blue eyes looking at you. 

No.

“Absolutely.”

You were a filthy liar. 

“Really?”

“Yes!” You assured her knowing you were lying through your teeth. You’d been friends with June since you were both children and you’d had a crush on her for almost as long. When she’d begun her transition you had made it your mission in life to be her number one supporter. It didn’t change your feelings for her. Actually you were pretty sure it only made them worse. Watching her experience things for the first time; makeup, cute clothes, stuffed animals, heels, and finding her name. It felt special. Sacred. Like she was sharing this with you because you were important to her. You’d fallen so ridiculously harder Karkat had actually laughed at you once. Now you were playing dirty. But you had Karkat to blame for it. He’d told you if you liked June so much you should just kiss her. So this whole thing was his fault. Now here you were ready to do whatever it took to get that kiss. Poor June had no idea. 

“What’s it like?” She asked and you seized the chance immediately.

“Want me to show you?” You asked, placing a hand on her thigh as you leaned forward. June turned an even darker shade of red as she stared at you completely speechless. Oh, you were going to hell. Paving the way with the trick you were pulling on your innocent friend. Unfortunately you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. She had lip gloss on, its wet surface catching the light and tempting you further. According to June it tasted like strawberries. You’d never had a craving for strawberries so bad until she told you that. When she bit her lip nervously- you loved those dorky bunny teeth, not even braces had been able to get rid of them- you nearly snapped. But you’d been testing the waters for this for months. You could be patient. You had to be. 

So you waited. 

“I- um. Oh wow.” She giggled nervously, laugh turning into a snort, “That’s a funny one!”

“I’m not joking.” You replied, her laughter cut off abruptly, “Do you want me to show you?”

“Oh.” She froze eyes darting between your steady gaze and your lips. You had to fight the urge to smile. 

“Well?”

“Do you… Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

You replied perhaps a tad too eagerly but it was true. You’d been wanting to kiss her since you were both knobby kneed tweens. Her eyes kept flickering over your face, unable to choose where to look. Her lips were slightly parted and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t clinging onto threads to keep from just kissing her without permission.

“Okay.” She spoke after what felt like an eternity, “How do we..?” 

Her voice trailed off as you slid a hand through her curls, gently cupping the back of her head. You leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes open to make sure if she looked uncomfortable you wouldn’t miss it, but all you found was her steadily reddening face. Leaning into her space you could feel the breaths she took on your own lips. 

“Just like this.” You told her before finally pressing her lips together. Unable to look away, you watched her eyes flutter shut. Her lip gloss was sticky as it clung to your own lips. The feeling of it slick and sweet. Your tongue darted out to lick along the seam of her lips. 

She was right. It did taste like strawberries. 

Your tongue licked along her bottom lip, teeth tugging the flesh playfully. June’s lips parted just slightly, the suction of her gasping all the invitation you needed. Her moan caught you off guard. Tongue deep as you were, the vibration went straight to your arousal. As you pulled back she tried to follow and you couldn’t help but to smile. 

“Why’d you stop?” She asked when she realized you weren’t leaning back in. 

“Because if I don’t I’ll do a lot more.” You replied. Your heart was in your throat. The thought of being rejected buzzing loud. 

June was silent for a long moment simply staring. 

And then-

“Why’d you stop?”

[saltyontheside]

Trick or treat! @0@

Hmmm, treat~

Snippet #1 (uncut)

Cw: lightly suggestive.

The villain was anxious. Who wouldn't be? It was their first time doing anything of this sort, but they guessed everyone had to start somewhere. It was just a little bank robbery. They'd thought this plan out meticulously: spent weeks going over every little detail, days toiling over the devices they would use and making sure everything worked as it should. As far as preparation was concerned they'd done everything they could; indeed the only thing that could stop them now was simple human error on their own part. That or a hero, but they were far more concerned about the former.

As it turned out, they had their priorities out of order...

"So, are you robbing that bank or not?"

The villain squeaked in surprise as a voice spoke close to their ear - so close they could feel the person's breath against their skin. They spun around in a panic, reaching for one of the devices at their belt only for their hand to be caught in a vice-like grip.

The hero studied the device with curiosity. "Huh, well this looks like it's probably illegal." They twisted the villains arm behind their back and held them up against the wall, getting a good look at the rest of the devices they were carrying. "...And so do all of these. Hell, screw robbing the bank, I'm pretty sure I can arrest you just for this."

Well, so much for weeks of planning. The villain felt panic seize them as the hero spun them back around, letting go of their hand and instead simply pinning them by their shoulders.

"You're new to this, aren't you?" the hero asked.

For a second the villain simply stuttered, words caught in their throat as the hero continued to stare down at them. "Um...W-well not technically but- but, um...yeah."

The hero grinned. "Well newbie, let me give you some advice: firstly, if you're planning on robbing a place, don't spend ten minutes just staring at it; secondly, if you come into contact with a hero, never let them get too close. You know why?"

The villain resisted the urge to gulp, palms becoming sweaty as the hero's grip tightened. "Because they'll arrest me?"

"Yes, that's one reason. But also becasue they'll do this..."

The villain had been wearing a mask to cover their face, but within seconds the hero had plucked it straight off and thrown it to the ground, revealing their identity. Panicked, the villain tried to reach for it but the hero simply pushed them back. In a desperate attempt, the villain brought their hands up to cover their face but the hero soon put a stop to that too, grabbing their wrists and pinning them above their head.

God, this really couldn't get any worse.

Above them the hero shifted a little, gaze intent upon the villain's face. In return they forcibly looked away, trying their best to hide from the other's stare but knowing there was nowhere they could go - just stuck there waiting until the hero finally decided to--

"Huh, you're pretty cute."

The villain blinked, not quite sure if they'd heard that right.

Something in the hero seemed to change then, their hold still strong but gentler. As if they weren't close enough already, they leaned forward - a teasing grin spreading across their face as their gaze flicked down to the villain's lips.

"First time?" they asked.

It got worse.

The villain felt themself blushing within seconds, confused and flustered at this sudden change in tone. Seeing this, the hero simply smiled wider and pressed closer.

"I-I think you asked that already," the villain said.

"Oh, baby, I'm not referring to your villainy," the hero tilted their head to the side, trying to catch the other's gaze. "I'm talking about you getting caught."

The hero stepped back then and let them go, the villain feeling a sense of relief wash through them. But it was only fleeting, and soon they found their cheeks heating up once more as the hero pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"How's your experience with bondage?" the hero asked shamelessly.

The villain couldn't catch a break! They'd prepared for everything: from security to cameras to civilians getting in the way, they'd planned it all. All those weeks figuring out the best way to rob a bank when really they should have been focusing on how to escape an overly flirtatious hero. Sure, they'd prepared for some kind of confrontation but this situation was beyond anything the villain could have expected.

This wasn't how they ended up in jail, was it? It couldn't be - it was far too embarrassing. They needed to escape and soon, before everything they'd planned completely went to waste.

"I'll take that as minimal," the hero said, observing the villain's flustered silence. "How about I change that?"

The villain hardly had time to respond as they were spun round and pressed back into the wall again, the hero bringing their hands behind their back and applying the cuffs smoothly - clearly having done it a hundred times before.

There was nothing the villain could do about it. They relied purely on their tech because that was what they were good at: they weren't strong like the hero, or fast, or powerful; the villain was smart. The situation was against their favour but if they could just reach at least one of their devices they might just get away.

Behind them the hero sighed a little. "You know, it's a shame that I caught you so early. I'm sure you and me would have had a great time chasing each other around this city."

The villain was certain they couldn't possibly blush any harder. "Are you always this forward?"

They glanced back to see the hero give them a wink.

"Only for you, baby."

The villain wasn't sure if that was better or worse. They turned back to the wall, face completely red...

And that's it! I never actually finished this snippet. I felt like it was going on a lil too long and decided to cut it down. It's so strange reading back over it - I feel like I wrote this years ago not months, lol.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you liked your treat!