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a video of supergirl grabbing lena luthor's ass starts circulating and it's very embarrassing for sc but extremely funny to their friends

(I am SO sorry. Where do these hide? Why do I never see them? How long has this been here?!

Anyways, have some cute nonsense!)

The day starts like any other, honestly.

Like, sure, Kara’s never thrilled when she wakes up 20 minutes late and has to use superspeed to get through her morning routine and into the office on time, but it happens regularly enough that she’s just sort of used to it by now. Like, the sky is blue, the grass is green, she manages time poorly. Whatever.

But she does get to work on time, with just enough to spare that she can make a brief detour to Nia’s desk for the coffee her protege has already bought for her, thank her profusely (with perhaps minor promising of firstborn children), and slip into the morning meeting just as Snapper, James, and Lena start handing out assignments for the day.

“Well, well, good of you to join us, Ponytail. Let me guess, a family emergency kept you out all night again?”

‘I mean, that Abraxian wasn’t my family, technically, but someone’s family, so…’ “Something like that. Sorry.”

Lena catches her eye and quirks a brow in question, but Kara just shrugs easily and sips her coffee, pulling a silly face at her friend when Snapper’s attention moves away from her. When her eyes uncross, she can tell Lena is fighting not to laugh, eyes sparking with mirth as she bites her lip. Kara takes another sip of coffee, feeling a bit smug that she can get Lena to smile without even having to say anything to her. That’s real talent, right there.

Especially since Lena has to stand up at the front with James, who has been by turns cold, dejected, and surly toward her since their breakup (a big, real, final one) a few weeks prior. Lena had said that the whole thing was a mistake, that she should’ve never gone for it in the first place because she’d been right the first time- they’d had some chemistry, after all, but it certainly wasn’t compatible long-term.

Which… Kara can certainly relate. Like, a lot.

Especially about the whole… James being kind of wounded about it part. That part had really sucked- when he’d done it with Kara, who he’d gone on like, a date with, it’d resulted in him deciding to become a vigilante. Rao only knows what he’ll do when it’s someone he dated on and off for over a year...

“Ponytail!”

Kara jumps, realizing too late that her wandering attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Yes, sir?”

Snapper rolls his eyes. “Great, now that you’ve stopped orbiting Saturn, you wanna go get that article started?”

Kara’s eyes widen slightly in a panic as she realizes that she has no idea what he’s talking about. “Uh…” Behind his back, Lena catches her eye and nods subtly. Thank Rao. “Yes. I super do.”

Lena snorts, James sighs deeply, and the meeting is adjourned.

“So what exactly am I supposed to be doing today?” Kara asks Lena as they stroll out of the conference room together.

“Well unfortunately for you, you have to interview a big-time CEO. You have a meeting scheduled with her in three hours.”

“You?” Kara asks hopefully.

“You’re very sweet,” Lena chuckles. “No, Elena Watts. She’s a real estate developer, and she runs a nonprofit organization for homeless youth. It’s one of the articles we’re doing for next month’s spread. Contrary to popular belief, Cat and I weren’t the only women with high-profile jobs in this city. ”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool! Have you met her?”

“Not personally, no, but I have donated to her charity- it’s a very good cause, especially the outreach they do with queer youth.”

Kara elbows Lena gently. “You’re such a softie.”

“Mmm, maybe. But if you tell anyone, you’re fired.”

Kara clutches a hand to her chest, feigning horror. “Why Miss Luthor, what a blatant abuse of power!”

Lena shrugs. “I’m a Luthor, darling, I have to keep up appearances somehow.”

“Ouch,” Kara laughs. “See you at lunch?”

“Only if lunch includes a milkshake- I have a teleconference with both boards today. Unless you feel like joining me?”

“Wow, well as fun as that sounds, I’m gonna go do literally anything else.” Her comms crackle to life, alerting her of a hostage situation downtown, and Kara sighs. So much for a work day. “Alright, well, I’m, um, gonna go… see what I can find on Elena Watts. Maybe over another cup of coffee at Noonan’s.” She widens her eyes a bit, trying her best to convey that she’s going to be on Super-duty for a little while.

Thankfully, Lena picks up on it and grins. “You just want sticky buns.”

“Lena, I always want sticky buns. They’re like, my second favorite thing to eat.”

“Oh? What’s the first?” Lena asks, voice just a bit lower than usual.

Kara opens her mouth and closes it, flushing slightly as she averts her gaze and adjusts the laptop bag on her shoulder. Stuff like that has been happening more and more, and she’s not 100% sure what to do about it. Because on the one hand, it makes her stomach do flips and tie up in knots and makes her brain do this… staticky thing where nothing filters in or out, just a pleasant buzz of how funny and smart Lena is and how much Kara likes hanging out with her and being flirted with (because that’s definitely what’s been happening, even if neither of them is really ready to address it) and just generally looking at Lena.... who is currently biting her lip and grinning up at Kara, and that buzz makes her kinda dumb, which is just really unhelpful. But on the other hand, it’s also kinda awesome and Kara really enjoys it, and-

“Kara?”

She spaced out again. Crap.

“Um. What time are you free for lunch?”

Lena sighs, seeming slightly disappointed that Kara isn’t flirting back at the moment (and thank Rao Lena can’t read minds), but she smiles back easily enough as they step off of the elevator. “I should be done by two.”

Feeling emboldened, Kara turns so she’s walking backwards in front of Lena and grins. “It’s a date,” she says with a grin, ducking forward to press a quick “friendly” kiss high on Lena’s cheek. She whirls and jogs out the double doors, leaving Lena smiling exasperatedly after her.

It is genuinely baffling to Kara that people still commit crimes in National City. It’s not even an ego thing, really, since Kara tries to keep herself humble (even when she manages to wrap up a hostage situation within twenty seconds of arriving on-scene without injuring any of the criminals or damaging the building too badly). Like, yeah, she gets that there’s a certain element of crazies who just sorta gravitate to places with a local hero, the big-bads who have their own suits and geek-toys and abilities. Them, Kara gets. Kinda sorta. But the regular ones, who are armed with like, pistols? Or knives? Just regular man made stuff without even the benefit of magic or kryptonite or something?

Why?

She’s sure that if she asked, Lena would have some sort of statistical thing about large cities and poverty and all sorts of other factors that would end up making Kara feel like a jerk for being uncharitable to the criminal element of her city, but at the moment she’s mostly too annoyed by the fact that she has to spend her weekdays chasing them around instead of chasing stories.

Once all the hostages are freed and the cops secure the scene, Kara departs, flying into the alley behind Noonan’s and changing into her regular clothes before she heads inside to do a bit of research before her meeting with Elena Watts in a few hours (just because she’d used it as a cover doesn’t mean it was a bad idea…). She finds her favorite little two-person booth tucked into a quiet corner, plugs in her laptop, and gets to work, asking the waitress to please keep both the coffee and the sticky buns coming.

She gets a surprising amount done by the time she needs to leave for the interview, having a good foundation for what she wants to write and who Elena Watts is.

Ms. Watts turns out to be a pretty nice lady around Eliza’s age, if a bit busy and distracted by the steady flow of people in and out of her office. She answers all Kara’s questions with aplomb, happy to elaborate on most every point and eager to draw attention to the rising issue of homelessness among children and teens in the US.

“When I was young, my dad lost his job at the auto plant. It was supposed to be a temporary layoff, but the factory never reopened. We ended up losing the house, and we lived so far from our extended family that staying with them wasn’t much of an option. We lived in our SUV for six months, sleeping at shelters every now and again, if we could find one that allowed families to stay together. We showered at the local YMCA. Five people and a dog, living and sleeping in an old station wagon- even now, it sounds ridiculous. Eventually, we got back on our feet, but I never forgot that. It was just six months, but it was- and remains- the scariest, most uncertain time in my entire life, and it shaped me in a lot of ways I didn’t expect. And there are kids and families who do that for years. I just want to help them the way I wish that someone had been able to help us.”

At the end of the interview, Kara thanks her profusely for her time and for sharing her story before hurrying off to CatCo to type up a draft for Snapper (“What’s wrong with you, Ponytail, why is everything you bring me sappy and sentimental?”), which she finishes an outline of just in time to send it off before running to Big Belly and L-Corp for lunch with Lena.

She greets the newest in a series of secretaries (Anna? Amy? Ava? Lena’s really missing Jess, these days, but from what she’s told Kara, Jess is kicking butt in her new role as VP of Operations and will probably take over for the COO when he retires in a few years), and the girl waves her in distractedly.

And that’s when Kara’s day goes from normal to not, because inside the office are two masked men holding a stone-faced Lena at gunpoint on her balcony and demanding… something, probably. Kara’s a bit distracted by the loaded gun aimed at Lena’s head.

“Hey!” she yells, attracting both their attention. They whirl on her and Lena’s eyes widen in alarm, and Kara suddenly realizes three things- 1) she’s in her Kara Danvers clothes, not the supersuit, 2) she can’t speed into the suit now that they’re both looking at her, and 3) she has no plan.

Crap.

“Who the hell are you?!” one of them demands.

Kara… doesn’t have a good or snappy answer for that, and instead does the only thing she can think of- she throws the large milkshakes she’s carrying at them as hard as she can.

Which, in retrospect, is too hard, apparently because while yes, it is both funny and gratifying to see two grown men get absolutely leveled by a tasty dairy treat to the face, the one closest to Lena manages to elbow her in such a way that she falls backwards over the rail with an instinctual scream that makes Kara’s heart fly into her throat. She whips off her glasses, and by the time she’s out the window and speeding toward Lena’s flailing form, the suit is materialized. She gets under Lena, catching her carefully and dropping a bit further before slowing down (because she’s been made aware that when she doesn’t, the people she’s saving may as well be hitting the pavement), finally coasting to a stop about 20 feet from the ground.

Lena’s face is screwed up in a forced sort of focus, her hands clutching tightly at Kara’s shoulders and cape as she holds her breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks quietly.

Lena swallows thickly and nods, eyes still firmly closed. “I’m alright. Thank you- I’ll admit, I wasn’t quite sure how to get out of that one.”

“What was that? What did they want?”

Lena cracks an eye open. “Oh. you know, just my quarterly assassination attempt. I think my mother was starting to miss me, so she wanted to reach out.”

Kara snorts. “That really shouldn’t be funny.”

“Maybe not, but here we are.” Lena shifts a bit in Kara’s arms, cheeks a bit flushed from the adrenaline rush, and clears her throat. “Not to be rude, Supergirl, but do you think that perhaps we could continue this conversation… on the ground?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sorry. I forgot we were, uh, flying.”

Lena chuckles as they ascend slowly back up to her office. “You forgot you were flying?”

Kara shrugs with an easy smile. “I guess you have that effect on me.”

Lena huffs a laugh against Kara’s neck, eyes squeezed shut again. They alight on the balcony, finding the two men still unconscious, covered in Kara and Lena’s lunch. Lena sighs as Kara sets her down, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, sorry, I sorta… panicked.”

“I was so looking forward to a milkshake too…” Lena laments playfully.

“Well, then I have good news and bad news,” Kara says. She reaches out and gently wipes a bit of her own chocolate shake from Lena’s cheek with the pad of her thumb, tucking it into her mouth on instinct to get a taste of it. “The good news is, you do, in fact, have some shake on you!”

“Whats the bad news?”

“Also that you have some shake on you.” Kara laughs, gathering the two men in her arms and hefting them a bit so they’re easier to carry. “I’ll get you another one. Be right back.”

She drops the men at the police station with a brief explanation before flying back into the office. Lena hands over her discarded glasses with a wry grin.

“I figured you’d need these before the police arrive.” She’s putting on a brave front, but she’s clearly still more than a bit rattled, if her too-bright eyes and thundering heartbeat are anything to go by. Kara steps closer and opens her arms in invitation, and Lena doesn’t hesitate to step into them. “Thank you,” Lena says fervently, tucking her face into Kara’s shoulder and wrapping her arms tight around Kara’s waist.

“Always,” Kara promises, daring to press a reassuring kiss to Lena’s temple (and getting a bit of Lena’s strawberry shake for her troubles) before wrapping her up even tighter in her arms. “Are you actually okay?”

“I mean, my fear of heights has been reaffirmed,” Lena jokes, “but aside from that, I’m not hurt.”

“Good. I don’t like, love people pointing guns at you. Just so you know.”

“I’m not a fan either, for the record,” Lena drawls, burrowing even closer. “Even though I know you’ll save me, it still puts a damper on my day.”

Kara huffs a laugh. “Same.”

They stay like that for a few minutes, until Lena’s calmed down enough to stop shaking and calls her assistant (Audra, apparently) in, telling her what’d happened and that the police would be arriving shortly to take her and Kara’s statements, and please advise the security team to let them up discreetly. After the cops arrive, it’s a blur of questions, and Kara has to concentrate on telling the story of how she’d panicked and thrown the milkshakes at the men, and one of them had knocked Lena over the balcony (all true), and Kara had yelled for Supergirl, who had knocked the men out on her way to Lena (also technically mostly true. Technically. Mostly.). The police are sure to tell Kara that next time, she shouldn’t throw things at people with guns, and also to tell them both how lucky they are that Supergirl had shown up when she did.

“She’s always there when I need her,” Lena agrees, throwing a sly wink over the officer’s shoulder at Kara.

Kara just shakes her head and smiles. Even almost dying isn’t enough to make Lena not flirt with her. The woman is truly a marvel.

Kara’s comms crackle again, accompanied by Alex’s custom ringtone on her cell, and after assuring the police that she has no issue with giving another statement if they need her to later, hurries over to the DEO (making a quick stop in the back alley to change into her suit).

When Kara arrives, she’s told that J’onn and Alex are waiting for her in the Directors’ offices. She makes her way there, waving to the agents and scientists she knows. But it’s very weird, because every time one of them sees her, they start giggling before quickly hurrying off in the opposite direction. Like, literally everyone is whispering and pointing and giggling, and it’s giving Kara such visceral flashbacks to high school that it’s all she can do to not check her cape for a taped on sign that says ‘Kick me’ or ‘Freak’.

(Kids are mean.)

By the time Kara gets to her destination, she’s fully paranoid, sure that someone’s playing a prank on her, somehow, and that everyone but her is in on the joke. She opens the door with more force than intended and catches it just before the handle puts a hole in the wall, throwing Alex and J’onn a sheepish smile. She closes the door extra gently and leans against it heavily. J’onn and Alex just stare at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Busy day, Supergirl?” Alex asks, and after half a lifetime of spending time with her, Kara recognizes that she, too, is trying not to laugh.

Kara’s had enough. “Okay, do I have something on my face? Or on the suit? Is someone messing with me?”

J’onn’s brow furrows. “No.”

“Then what’s the deal? Why is the entire DEO like… laughing at me? Did someone accidentally vent the lab fumes out into the main hub again?”

“No.”

“Did someone see me crash into that billboard last week?”

J’onn’s frown deepens. “What?”

“No,” Alex answers.

“Then why is everyone laughing at me?!”

“I mean, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of that,” Alex muses, nodding toward the big TV on the wall beside Kara.

She steps back to watch the news coverage of her dealing with the hostage situation this morning and frowns. “What, those guys? That was routine, what’s so funny about tha-”

“No, no, not that. That,” Alex clarifies, cranking up the volume.

“...reports are saying that the CEO of L-Corp, Lena Luthor, experienced an attempt on her life early this afternoon. Sources claim that she fell from a considerable height-”

“Hey, she was pushed,” Kara corrects.

“Shh!”

“...caught by Supergirl, who may have gotten a little… familiar with her.”

And there’s a video (clearly recorded on a cell phone but not the worst quality Kara’s ever seen) of Kara catching Lena and slowing to a stop above the sidewalk, of them talking quietly, of Kara’s hand definitely on Lena’s-

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Alex drawls, clicking the TV off with relish, a large, evil-big-sister grin spreading across her face. “Congratulations, Supergirl- the world just watched you grope Lena Luthor’s ass.”

“But I’m not- I wasn’t groping, I was catching! My hands weren’t… If it was groping, I’d be all up on her, and I wasn’t!”

“Camera begs to differ. It’s already trending on Twitter in National CIty.”

Kara puts her head in her hands and groans. “Why?! I was trying to save her!”

“You were definitely trying to save part of her,” Alex agrees. “Granted, it’s a very nice part...”

Kara’s head pops up, and she shoots Alex a look that’s between a pout and a glare. “You’re not helping.”

Alex feigns confusion. “Am I supposed to be helping?”

“Alright, enough,” J’onn cuts in before Kara can retort. “We just wanted you to be aware. I don’t think that this is going to be taken for anything more than it is- a humorous moment in the middle of a successful rescue. You shouldn’t worry about the press.”

And truth be told, Kara isn't worried about the press- she’s worried about the fact that she’s going to have to face Lena after this. Lena, who she knows for a fact has google alerts set for herself, Kara Danvers, and Supergirl, a gesture which is normally actually sweet and kind but is right now definitely gonna bite her in the-

“Okay! So, is that all?”

Alex blinks, looks over at J’onn, and shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Try not to make a habit of groping your crush when you’re in the suit.”

“I wasn’t groping her-”

Alex grins. “So you admit you have a crush? Interesting…”

“Alex!”

J’onn’s prediction is mostly right- no one seems to be taking the shots of her grabbi- saving Lena as anything other than a funny blip of a moment in their coverage of it.

He was wrong about the sheer scale. The clip had gone totally viral in a matter of hours, and seemingly every major network in the country has run the clip at least once as a bit of filler-fluff, and almost every major network anchor (including the ones at CatCo, the traitors) has made at least a passing joke about Supergirl being ‘Super-Handsy'.

Which means that Kara is very late getting back to Lena’s office with replacement food. But like, she’s been busy, okay? It’s not like she’s avoiding Lena, or something, because she’s embarrassed- which she isn’t, because she didn’t do anything bad or wrong and-

Anyways, it’s well past sunset by the time Kara gets to Lena’s office door again. She hesitates outside it for just a moment before shouldering the door open and knocking tentatively.

Lena’s attention jerks from whatever she’d been absorbed in to Kara, and a relieved smile blooms across her face. “Hey there.”

Kara finds herself equally relieved to not experience a repeat performance of earlier scary situations. “Hi,” Kara says, unable to resist smiling back. She raises the bags and cup carrier. “I bring grease and milkshakes. Again.”

“Oh thank god, I’m starving,” Lena says, rolling her chair away from her desk and rising into a deep and probably much-needed stretch. Kara very determinedly does not stare at the slight sliver of soft tummy that appears between her blouse and skirt at the motion. “I’ve been staring at this screen for several hours. And Sam called to yell at me- she says hello, by the way- she and Ruby are in town next weekend.”

“Good!” Kara crosses the room to the couch as Lena does, easily spreading out the veritable buffet of fast food she’d brought over the coffee table. “I mean, not good that she yelled at you, or that you’re still at work, Miss Luthor,” she says pointedly, receiving only an unapologetic shrug in response. “But good that, um-”

“I get it,” Lena chuckles, resting a hand lightly on Kara’s knee and boy, if that doesn’t make Kara’s brain go fuzzy and dumb again… “Thank you, for checking in.”

“Of course I was gonna check on you, Lena,” Kara huffs. “Plus, I know you probably didn’t get lunch, so…”

Lena hums around a mouthful of burger, chewing until she can politely speak again. “Well it’s delicious. Did you make it yourself?” she teases with a sly grin.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Slaved away over a hot stove for this- I just wrapped it in Big Belly wrappers so you wouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“Very clever.” Lena pops the lid off of her milkshake and drags a fry through it (an advanced culinary delicacy Kara had horrified her with initially but had eventually become a bit of a guilty pleasure). “Although I have to say, traditionally you’d have to buy me dinner before you grabbed my ass.”

Kara chokes on a pickle. “Oh no,” she groans, dropping the burger onto the wrapper on the table and dropping her very red face into her hands as Lena laughs beside her. She peers out from between her fingers. “I am so sorry, I was just worried about you hitting the pavement and like, catching you in the least jarring way and I wasn’t paying attention to where my hands were and I didn’t even notice until I got back to the DEO and-”

“Well I have so say, I feel a bit offended that you didn’t even realize you were copping a feel...” When the only response is another groan and a deep flush spreading from Kara’s neck to the tips of her ears, Lena relents. “Kara, Kara, it’s fine!” she laughs, pulling Kara’s hands away from her face and giving them a grounding squeeze. “Nia’s been sending me memes about it all day, which has improved my mood significantly. On the grand scale of fallout from assassination attempts, this one was at least funny.”

“I know that’s supposed to be comforting, but all it makes me wanna do is wrap you in bubble wrap forever,” Kara informs her.

“Pass on that. But seriously, don’t worry about it- I know it wasn’t on purpose- unfortunately for me, you’re too noble to do something like that,” Lena laments playfully.

And whether it’s the knowledge that Lena is not, in fact, upset, the overall weirdness that has been this day, or this delicious burger fueling it, Kara feels a bit emboldened. “Hey Lena…”

“Yes?”

“What if I wanted to grab your butt? Just, y’know, as a hypothetical. For future reference.”

Lena quirks a brow at her, fighting a smile as she contemplates this. “Hmm. Strictly hypothetically?”

Kara scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Sure.”

“Well, you’ve already bought me dinner…”

“And lunch, technically. Even if I gave it to the bad guys.”

“True. Plus you saved my life, so that gets you some points, probably.”

Kara pauses in her sly scooching. “Oh, hey, wait, no, that’s not-”

“Kidding, Kara. I know you’d never use that to your advantage. I, however, have determined that strong moral fibre and nobility do, in fact, earn you more points, which is my choice on the matter and you get absolutely no say in it.”

“Oh. Um, alright, I think.”

Lena stares off into the middle distance, tapping her forefinger thoughtfully against her chin. Finally she shrugs. “Yes, I think you’re fulfilled the prerequisites for a bit of grab-ass today.”

Kara snorts, Lena laughs, and soon enough Kara takes her up on the offer.

“Hey Kara, remember that time you grabbed Lena’s ass and it made international news?” Nia asks around a mouthful of mushu pork.

“You mean last week? Yes, I remember,” Kara drawls. Beside her/halfway sitting on her lap, Lena snorts.

“That was the best.”

Alex glares. “Um, excuse you, no. No it was not. I had to sift through so much thirsting over my sister on like, every social media platform. It was the worst day of my life.”

Brainy’s brow furrows. “Surely that cannot be correct, Alex. Statistically speaking-”

Alex holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Trauma can’t be measured, Brainy.”

Kelly chuckles and presses a consoling kiss to Alex’s cheek, and it makes the tough agent melt into a doe-eyed puddle of mush that Kara snorts. And she says they’re gross... Kara sneaks a glance at Lena from the corner of her eye, and she catches Lena looking at her. She leans close and jostles her gently as she drops her head onto Lena’ shoulder. “We’re never gonna live that down, are we?”

“Probably not.”

“We have the worst friends.” When this elicits nothing but a chuckle, Kara tips her head back to see Lena still looking at her, a soft smile playing at her mouth and shining in her eyes. And like, this whole thing they’re doing is new, with the kissing and the actual dates and the... everything else. But the thing where Kara catches Lena looking at her and she doesn’t look away? That freakin’ knocks her out, every single time. “Hey,” she manages.

Lena grins down at her. “Hi.”

So yeah. Maybe the initial circumstances weren’t ideal, and she doesn’t love the mockery that’s been heaped upon her by all of her friends and loved ones (including Winn, who’d sent a missive from the future that literally just said ‘LOL’). But the fact is, Kara muses as she surges up just enough to kiss the corner of Lena’s mouth, that she doesn’t regret a thing.

#supercorp #prompts!#asks open #ask response #supergirl fanfic #kara x lena #humor #idiots #international news about idiots #kara danvers #lena luthor #i'm also deeply sorry that this is so long on mobile #i swear there's a read more that's supposed to be there #but alas

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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My son, the diaper perv (Naruto)

In anther universe, in anther time, Naruto didn't lose both of his parents, only his mother. the following story takes place in this universe, with Naruto at age sweet 16.

Minato was taking advantage of the warm sunny day in hidden leaf and his status as Hokage of the village to punish his little pervert of a son. Said punishment involved having Naruto currently dressed in 3 large diapers that were dark blue on the sides, and white in the middle with four light blue tapes to keep them snugly on the 16 year old toddler and causing him to waddle. Of course the diapers couldn't fully be seen at the moment as Naruto was wearing a onsie over them, though the sides of the diapers poked out at the crotch level and the crotch snaps were staining, clearly reaching their limits. the onsie was was colored orange, with a yellow fox on the front of it all chibi and grinning and there was a yellow paci clip with a yellow ribbon on his chest, with a orange paci currently in the 16 year olds mouth. he had on a pair of white socks and a pair of orange sneakers with the same yellow fox on the sides of them and his head band had been taken away since he wasn't a ninja of hidden leaf today, he was nothing more then a big toddler, with the understanding ANY amount of attuide and he could be a big baby, and more attuide after that...a baby girl. Minato lead his son, holding his hand tight and having a diaper bag over one shoulder as they made their way around the village, having decided to take Naruto out for a little bit of take out and of course choosing the furthest joint away from their place as possible. Oh course the sight of a 16 year old toddler would of gotten attention regardless, but with it being the son of the Hokage, and one of the strongest ninjas in the village (at least for his age group) it drew lots of attention and as word spread, more and more people found excuses to come out and watch the toddler be marched by. Naruto for his part was crimson in the face and looking down at the ground, even as small children giggled and pointed and worse, a few of his fellow ninjas laughed and called over to him. "NICE LOOK NARUTO!" Kiba called, cupping a hand to make his voice louder as the passed the pet store. "Awww, who's a cute widdle guy?" Sakura laughed, Sitting in Sasuke's lap as the new couple were by a fountain. "Geez, really? I knew you were a bed wetter." Sasuke said, smirking and kissing Naruto's crush while the toddler id his best to ignore them. "oh, Naruto, your still wetting the bed? you told me you were a big boy!" Minato said, stopping their walk and turning to smirk. "Then again, I know you were lying about being a big boy so I guess i can't be TOO shocked that your still wetting your bed huh?" The Hokage said and ruffled Naruto's hair. "be a good boy and wave hi to your friends little guy, they all think you look so cute!" he added. Case in point, Hinata was currently looking out from around a corner, peeking at the back of Naruto's puffy butt and ended up having a nose bleed and fainting. "H-Hiiii Everyone.." Naruto squeaked out, his paci hanging down and drool on his chin, as he made eye contract and gave a weak wave, and let out a humiliation and fear feared fart.

You might be asking yourself, what could of Naruto had done to cause his dad to punishment him like this? For that, we'll have to go back in time to the night before, around 11:30 pm.

For Minato it had been just anther Friday night, work had been a pain this week and he'd been enjoying a few strong ales and had been looking forward to just conking out on the couch, watching bad TV. For Naruto who had been trying to spike his dad's ale's so the old man could conk out faster, it was perv time. with his dad nodding off slowly on the couch, Naruto rushed off to his room and stripped down to his birthday suit and smirking as he opened his private chest. (his dad trying to be understanding, had told Naruto he could have a chest in his room that Minato would NEVER in anyways shape of form, try and find out what was inside, and just trusted Naruto not to hide booze or drugs in there.. if only he knew.) With his hairless crotch and less then stellar member on display, Naruto reached down making his semi bubble butt jiggle as he pulled out 5 of the same diapers he'd be wearing the next day, though of course at the time the little diaper perv couldn't of known that. setting them on his bed, he reached back in and pulled out a jar of little stinkers poopie pills, just one was suppose to be enough but for a diaper pooping humiliation junkie like Naruto, he took out five of them and his cute little dicklet was already twitching, before he'd even touched it or moved to put the pills in. experience and a stain on his carpet had taught Naruto how fast the pills could work, so he unfolded the diapers and got them ready to go. He was wasn't planning on a major piss feast tonight so he didn't bother with the slits in the front, though he did make some in the back of the diapers so he wouldn't have crap leaking down his thighs. with the diapers pre-powdered and set up so he'd just have to sit down and start taping, Naruto got on his knees over the diapers, and looking at his reflection in the full body mirror by his bed and grinned impishly. "Magic time~" he giggled. Flipping himself off in the mirror, Naruto then sucked on the offending digit then took the finger of the pill's, which were really a little bit too big to go in with ease, and shoved it in his cute little rosebud with the slick finger, moaning softly and his nipples getting stiff and his cock twitching and dribbling pre onto the diapers. "Your gonna be a big." he moaned softly to himself, getting the next pill and sliding it in with the same finger, loading himself up to load his huggies and fingering his boy cunt at the same time. "Stinky." he gasped and reached for the next pill, the flow of pre was almost like a weak steady stream of sticky piss coming out his his cock head, and it was taking all of the boys self control not to pump his dicklet with with finger and thumb, or to just add two more fingers to his back door fun. "DUMB." he gasped softly, getting pill number three in and he was worried he was gonna shoot before he could even diaper up, his desire to do these walks fueled by a week of edging and gooning to porn and hoping he'd last. "B-B-Baby!" he hissed, getting the last pill in and shutting his eyes, leaning forward and gripping the sheets of his bed and barely holding his boy milk in. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as he started to tape up the diapers, his hands shaking but he knew he had to hurry, already the pills were starting to take effect and the cramps were building. He'd toyed with using a butt plug and the poopie pills, but the thickness of his diapers and the size of his toy meant that he just ended up with massive cramps and stuck in a loop of trying to push the toy out only for it to slid back in when the diapers stopped it, and he'd been stuck in a loop of fucking himself in essence for 6 hours, thankfully in his room. while it had been a awesome experience, the massive case of the runs he'd had for the next two days hadn't been and he'd learned his lesson. Summoning a iron willpower, of sorts, Naruto got his big dumb baby diapers on and shaking, made his way downstairs where his Father was snoring softly on the couch. Sliding his sneakers on, and carefully opening the door, Naruto ventured out into the night, not realizing as the door closed it woke his father up. Minato for his part, got up and shut off the tv, a little bit shocked he'd conked out the way he had, but just figured it had been from the work load that week, and made his way out of the living room, figuring he might as well call it a night. He noticed that the front door was unlocked though so made sure to lock it, and the back door before making his way up the steps towards his room.

The night air was nice, not to warm and not to cold and the bugs weren't out in force as Naruto crinkled and waddled, his tummy cramping big time. he was keeping to the bushes and trees when possible even though no one was really out this time of night. Still almost no one didn't mean no one at all and a young couple were out for a midnight stroll as Naruto was crouching behind a bush, willing them to go away as he was at his breaking point. "That star looks beautiful tonight don't they?" The young lady said, smiling and holding her man's hand. "Not as beautiful as you my sweet. just smell that sweet spring air tonight and-" The man was cut off as a loud rumbling wet fart blasted out of Naruto's behind, and was followed with a sick rotten smell. "UGH! Really Kenta? I told you to take it easy on the ramen!" the woman groaned, pinching her nose. "That wasn't ME! I was gonna ask if you were ok!" Anther blast of ass gas filled the air, a sloppy fart and the back of Naruto's diaper was rapidly filling up as the little imp got on his hands and knees and bit his touge to keep from grunting out loud, his dicklet leaking as his asshole twitched and let out wave after wave of semi solid filth into the seat of his diaper, punishing his prostate as it shot out. "oh, real mature! Blame me for this as you shit your pants!" "I'm telling you it's not fucking me!" the couple argued and took off in different directions as Naruto raised his ass in the air, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head and his touage hanging out of his mouth as the diapered perv came HARD, still shitting himself and making his diapers bloat out and discolor.

After cumming a few more times as he finished destroying his huggies, Naruto barely had the power to drag himself home, a combination of the multiple orgasms that had racked his body and well, the massive poopie he'd taken. with the back of his diapers almost down to his knee caps, and having to tug them up, and still have the top of his dirty butt crack showing every few steps, Naruto was relived as he made it to his house and went to open the front door. And it was locked. "Nooo..no no no.." he said, feeling a pang of fear, and tried the door again. "no no no no no." as the fear filled his, Naruto's dicklet added to the semi solid filth, wetting himself as the butterflies built up in his tummy. "ok..ok..Relax..there's always the back door. Dad NEVER checks the back door." he said softly to himself, waddling slowly and making the disgusting mass in his loaded diaper swing back and forth as he waddled around the outside of the house. Somehow despite how much he had hoped his words would prove to be true, a part of Naruto wasn't shocked when he tried the back door and it too was locked. "I..I'm trapped outside..In my poopie diapers." the perv whimpered, his bottom lip quivering. Sure, it had been fun to THINK about something like this while gooning, but the harsh reality of the situation wasn't nearly as fun, though his dicklet was trying to get hard despite the buckets he had already cum. There was NO way he could just stay outside for the night, already he was started to get itchy and his buns were burning a little. Add in his diaper's were at their limit now and he was gonna leak before long and Naruto knew he only had ONE choice to make. He was gonna have to ring the front door bell and hope that daddy could wake up and let him in. Shaking and trembling Naruto made his way BACK round the house, and pushed the doorbell, mind spinning for a excuse, any excuse he could think of.

Minato had been in the middle of a hot dream, where he had a couple of the cutest ninja's under his command on their knees begging for his dick (Both male and female, he was of the opinion a hole was a hole) when the door bell sounded and he groaned. "Naruto!" he called out, banging on the wall that separated their rooms. "go answer the door!" he tried to slid back into his sleep when the doorbell sounded again, and then again, and then fucking again and Minato banged on the wall again. "NARUTO! Go get the door!" he growled. when the doorbell sounded anther two times the Hokage gave up and slid out of bed, tugging a robe on over his boxers and mumbling about how he was gonna give his son a earful after seeing who was at the door, he made his way downstairs. "Never mind! I'll get it!" he called over his shoulder and then went to the front door, opening it without bothering to see who it was. (it wasn't exactly like as the fourth Hokage, he was too worried about a random burglar or the like.) Standing in front of him, smelling like a sewer and explaining why the door hadn't been answered, was his son. "Uh..Hiii Daddy." Naruto said sheepishly, and waved a hand. "...You've got 30 seconds to explain."

Finding out about Naruto's little perversions, Minato had been both mad, disgusted, and amused by it, and once he had Naruto go and take a long shower, he met his son in his bedroom. He had forced open Naruto's private chest, as clearly the boy had lost the right to any privacy if he was going to do things like THIS, and had some of Naruto's diapers out on the bed, the boys chastity cage, and a wooden spoon from the kitchen. "I..I don't suppose we could just um..forget all about this?" Naruto tried, wrapped up in a towel and chewing softly on the corner of it while he looked at his dad. "I think we're past that stage. For the record, if you had just told me you wanted to be a poopie baby, I would of let you do it in the house, safe and sound.I wouldn't of been a fan of the smell mind you, but would of been better then you going out at night." Minato said. "But Daddy! Part of all of it is the thrill of maybe being caught!" Naruto whined. "Well, you've been caught. still thrilling?" Minato asked, smirking and raising a eyebrow "..when you put it like that.." Naruto grumbled. "Since you wanna be a little diaper perv and waddle around showing your huggies off, you're going to get a WEEK of that, because you're going to be in diapers 24/7 and your getting pulled from any missions while your punishment is going on. you're gonna be treated like a little BABY around the house, and a TODDLER while we're out in public." Minato said. Naruto's jaw dropped as his eyes went wide as saucers. "A-Are you freaking KIDDING me?!? I can't go out in public in diapers!" Naruto yelped. "..what would you call what you were doing before I answered the door?" His dad asked. "I..but..that..It.." Naruto stammered. "Compelling argument. now get your butt over my lap for your spanking, and then daddy will be getting his BIG BABY ready for bed. and before you even think of it, Ripping off your diapers is going to earn you a extra TWO weeks in your diapers, and you'll be sleeping in my room with me till we can get BABY Naruto a crib." Minato said, smirking. Naruto whimpered and whined, but all the begging in the world wasn't going to change the Hokage's mind at this point. Accepting his fate, the 16 year old powerhouse slowly made his way over to his father, dropping the towel and showing that despite his protests, at least PART of him loved this. "and this." Minato said, smirking and pointing. "is why your little nub is getting locked up. I doubt you'll be enjoying yourself as much when you can't squirt." "DADDY!" the red faced Ninja whimpered loudly, but got over his fathers lap. "who knows, Maybe Friday's can be your big dumb baby night even after your punishment is over." Minato teased and Naruto grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it.

Ten swat's later that had Naruto bawling as if he'd been beaten, and his little nub was locked up safe and sound and he'd been double diapered. the boy had been exhausted and drained, in all the ways possible and it hadn't taken long once he was in bed with daddy for him to drift off.

Coming back to the present, while Daddy and son where heading for the ramen shop Minato had a few of his elites buying and setting up what was needed to turn Naruto's big boy room back into a nursery, and of course getting lots and lots of diapers for the little baby. The crowd was chuckling and some where returning the waves, though as a gentle wind blew and sent the smell of his gassy baby to them they backed away. "yeah, sorry about that everyone. my little guy is toxic. there's a reason we're out for a walk, I needed to air the house out after somebody woke daddy up with a morning surprise." Minato said, grinning ear to ear as Naruto whined and pouted. "Dadddddy! Dun tel dem that!" the oversized toddler huffed, slipping back into baby talk with a natural ease. Sakura and Sasuke were laughing hard now, though it was Sasuke who spoke up. "oh, you don't have to tell US about that.. We've had to start sneaking him special herbs while on missions to cut the smell down just so we can survive the night." Sasuke said. "Add in we knew about the pull ups 'widdle' Naruto had t wear to bed.." Sakura chimed in then added. "Did you ever wonder WHY I went with Sasuke over you little guy? Don't get me wrong, you're adorable! But I look at you more as a little boy trying to act all tough, while..well.." and she planted a smooch on Sasuke's cheek. Naruto whimpered big time and popped his paci back into his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes and Minato frowned a little. "Hey, don't be too mean to him, he's still my son, even if he's a over sized toddler." he said, a slight edge to his tone and the happy couple gulped and excused themselves. The kept walking and Naruto was rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, sniffling a little and Minato sighed and stopped them again. "I'm sorry Naruto. that must of been hard to see and hear. but it does free you up to just focus on being a cute little guy right?" Minato said and asked, getting on one knee in front of his son who sniffled again and nodded. "..How about daddy carries you the rest of the way and you can just hide your cute little face in his shoulder?" letting the paci all from his mouth Naruto gave a small smile. "I'd wike dat." the little guy in a big boys body said. Minato smirked and picked his son up, letting Naruto hug his neck and wrap his legs around him and then got a arm under the boys puffy bottom, and a hand on the boys back. "Just give daddy a warning before you poot, so he can move his arm, he doesn't want it melted off." Minato teased, making the big toddler giggle. "no pwomises!" Naruto lisped around his paci and nuzzled into daddy.

Getting to the ramen shop, they of course got all eyes looking on them, but by this point Minato was used to it. Naruto squirmed a little though as one little boy pointed and loudly asked his mom a question. "mommy, why's that big boy wearing diapies?" "er..well.." she started. "Naruto might LOOK like a big boy, but he's just a widdle guy." Minato said and gently set Naruto down. The ramen shop was big and popular enough to have a little area for younger kids to play in and with a pat on Naruto's bottom, Minato pointed to the arrangement of soft toys and actions. "Go play while daddy gets us lunch." He said chuckling. "oh! Mommy! can I go play with the little big boy?" the kid from before begged, holding his hands together. "er..well..we were about to leave and-" "Pleasssssse!" the little brunette whined. "Let the boys pay and I'll cover you tab." Minato offered the lady. "well I guess." his mother sighed.

Naruto was blushing lots as he plopped down on his crinkly butt, but the boy, couldn't of been more then 4 or 5 just smiled. "Hi! I'm Akio! what's your name?" He asked, holding out a hand for Naruto to shake. "I-I'm Naruto. N-nice to meet you." The big toddler said, taking the hand and shaking it. while Naruto was in his onsie and sneakers, Akio was dressed in jean shorts and a blue top, looking like SUCH a big kid in the little guy's eyes. "Same here! I've never seen a big boy like you in diapies before, though I've seen some little guys in a outfit like your's at my daycare." the boy said, clearly not trying to insult Naruto but just being bluntly honest like small children was known to be. "O-Oh yeah..it's uh..I like it." Naruto said. "uh-huh! Ninja fox is really all the craze right now at the daycare. I'm more into Ninja buddies myself, but hey, to each their own. did you wanna play action figures with me, or you more wanna play with the stuffies?" Akio asked. "I..I um.." naruto fidgeted and squirmed. "Oh, Should I ask your daddy first? like..are you not allowed to play with action figures?I know some little guys just put everything they can in their mouths." Akio said, smiling and nodding. "N-no I don't chew on stuff!" Naruto weakly protested. "ok, just if you chew on any of the action figures, your daddy will hafa buy them. it's a bigggg rule here." Akio said. Truthfully some of the stuffies looked SUPER tempting, but Naruto didn't wanna make himself look like even more of a baby and scooted on his butt, getting chuckles from those watching the interaction towards the action figures. "So, who do you wanna be? they got a bunch of Ninja buddies here." Akio said, willing to let the 'smaller' boy pick first, just like his mommy had taught him. truthfully Naruto hadn't ever watch the show, and looked around the choices, biting his lip. "Ummm er..I dunno..who do you think is cool?" Naruto asked, trying to cover it up. The little guy picked up that Naruto was clueless and giggled a little. 'guess I shoulda figured, he's all about ninja fox.' Akio thought. "Actually you know what? action figures are totally over rated, why don't we play with the stuffies?" he asked/suggested and patted Naruto head. "You'll have to tell me all about who the coolest though with this Ninja fox stuff. I haven't watched it." he added, trying to humor the big baby. Naruto whined a little, but a big grin came across his face. naturally he'd spent A LOT of time watching the show meant for little kids and began to babble away.

Watching from the counter and chatting off and on with the boys mother, who turned out to be named Yui. "So are you really ready to deal with the horrors of changing diapers again? I couldn't get my little Akio potty trained fast enough." she chuckled, watching the boys roar and having a tiger and fox stuffie mash into each other. "I'll admit, it's not going to be a highlight of this, but well.." Minato started, having given a cover story that Naruto wanted to be a little guy again, not that he'd been busted as a diaper pooping pervert, something that would of ended the play date very fast he was sure. "this is what he wants, and who am I to get in the little guys way?" he finished finally. "I guess." Yui said and chuckled. "they DO look cute playing together. we might have to arrange a play date sometime for the two of them." Minato chuckled and nodded, and was going to say something when he noticed the look on Naruto's face as the little guy froze, on his knees, it was the same face his son had made when he'd been a little guy the first time around, and it always happened right before making 'presents for daddy. "if your really sensitive to smelly things, I'd recommend taking a deep breath now." he said to Yui.

Naruto had almost forgotten about the bulky diapers around his hips as he just relaxed and let himself play, totally thinking of the younger boy as a big kid now and gushing over how cool he was as they had Ninja Fox and samurai Tiger bash against each other. it wasn't till his tummy gurgled while he was on his knees that Naruto crashed back down to earth, recalling he was in diapers, and more to the point: his breakfast wanted to make a exit. A muffled toot escaped his behind before he could start to warn Akio but the other boy just giggled. "hehehe uh-oh, Ninja fox is using a gas attack!" the little guy giggled, then paused as he noted the look on Naruto's face. "er..are you oka-" he started to ask. Started to because the 16 year old hunched over and with a gross fart started to fill the seat of his diapers with next to no control. As his waste poured out of him, more solid then the night before at least, the back of the diapers crackled and ballooned out. the onsie which had been fighting to do it's job waved the proverbial white flag and the buttons popped open, his diapies on full display as he filled them rapidly. "G-Going poopie!" Naruto cried out, a hot jet of pee starting to soak the back of the diaper as the logs kept coming. "er..yeah..I got that.." Akio said, rubbing the back of his head, dropping samurai Tiger and holding his nose. "whew! that's worse then chilli day at the daycare!" "I..I sowwy.." Naruto whimpered, grunting and pushing, tears coming back to his eyes. "H-hey! it's ok! poop happens!" Akio said quickly, dropping to one Knee and popping Naruto's paci in his mouth and giving a reassuring smile, even as he still held his nose. "er Mister, I think your son-" Akio called, looking over to the adults, But Minato was already on his way. "i noticed. thank you for looking after little Naruto for me, but I'll take it from here." Minato said and flipped a coin to the boy who giggled and nodded. "Akio I think it's time we left." Yui called and Akio whined, but nodded. "ooook. Bye Naruto! it was fun playing with you! I go to Lil masters daycare if you wanna play again!" he said and waved bye bye. Naruto nodded and suckled, and waved bye bye as his new (and with this new status as a big baby/toddler) only friend left.

If it hadn't of been for the fact Minato was the Hokage, he was sure they would of been flat out asked to leave, but being the head of the village had it's perks and instead the owner merely asked Minato to change the big baby outside. "I uh..the smell is gonna make people think something gone off in here.." the owner and chef said, rubbing the back of his head. "Fair enough, just get our order ready to go then, I think somebody is gonna want a nap soon." Minato said, Patting Naruto's smelly rear as the big toddler whined and blushed. the site of the 16 year old getting changed on the ground, though he had a changing mat under his butt drew attention from people in the streets, though not too many moved in too close due to the stench coming off the diaper perv. "D-Daddy too many people ar-" Naruto started to whine, but then got a paci popped in his mouth and given a look that told him to keep it in or else. "Dear god, what are you feeding him!?!" One little girl cried, having gotten close because she wanted to watch. but once the diaper was opened up and the smell got even worse she had run back to her mommy, burying her face in her mothers side. "It's all the junk food he eats. this ramen is gonna be a last treat for him, after this it's baby food for widdle Naruto." Minato said and chuckled, getting laughs from the crowd and Naruto covered his face. Despite how mortified Naruto was though, his cute little dicklet was poking strait up, this was again something from a wank fantasy and he was clearly torn between hating all of this and thanking his dad around the paci. "Naruto do you have NO shame!? Getting a stiffie while your dad cleans your stinky ass?" Ino called from the crowd, laughing and shaking her head. "he really doesn't. so don't be shocked if he has a 'accident' while I'm cleaning him." the Hokage chuckled. despite the stink and the disgusting site, Minato was quickly realizing his son might not be the only pervert in the family as he slowly and carefully cleaned his little man up. "If you have any number three accidents little man, you will be getting a extra MONTH in diapers." He said softly to his son, and smirked at the mixed look of terror and lust in the boys eyes as he finished wiping the stinky brat down. Balling the diapers up and using the tapes to keep them closed, he made Naruto hold the poopie diaper on his chest while he got out the new diapers. "I know buddy, that can't smell all that great, but your being such a good widdle helper!" Minato said out loud and the crowd laughed again, and to Naruto's total shame THAT was what doomed him to anther month in diapers, as a big dumb toddler, his dicklet twitching and throbbing and with no stimulation firing off a weak watery load with him barely getting any pleasure from it.

Naruto was basically out of it, barely able to recall most of the trip back home. the utter shame and KNOWING he'd doomed himself to extra time in diapers had fried his widde brain. Getting back home Daddy apparently decided that it would be better if he just out the brain fried BABY to bed, and promised that his son's ramen wouldn't go to waste. Naruto just gurgled and nodded and went night night in daddies room, sucking on a ba-ba of apple juice and thinking about what a total pervert loser he was and giggling even as his eyes closed, and soaked his diapie before going sleepie, both with pee pee and making sure it would be 2 extra months in toddler hood.

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Kaer Morhen shenanigans (but mostly Lambert’s) part 9

Here is: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 and Daily Lambert

also Keira & Lambert’s love story, Aiden & Lambert’s love story and… this.

This time I will give you tired Papa Vesemir and bring closer the relationship of Berengar and Lambert as the oldest and youngest brother (don't judge me, I love both of these salty&bitter witchers).

this one is dedicated to @queenxxxsupreme

Vesemir: I hope you're not doing anything foolish.

Lambert: I hope you're not hoping to hard.

Vesemir: Minus 5 points

Lambert: What?

Vesemir: I began to score your behavior. When you're on 100 points, I'll make you a witcher.

Lambert: Cool, whats my score?

Vesemir: -1298

***

Lambert: Do you think sand is called 'sand' because it's in between the sea and land?

Berengar: Lambert, it's fucking 3 am. Can we please just go to sleep?

*silence*

Lambert: *starts laughing for no reason*

*Geralt and Eskel start laughing*

Berengar: Why are you all like this?

Lambert: Can I ask you a weird question?

Berengar: Oh fuck, here we go again.

Lambert: Don’t you think “DO NOT TOUCH” is one of the scariest things to read in Braille?

Berengar: Okay, what the HELL goes on in your head?

***

Eskel: Who knew getting in trouble would be so hard?

Berengar: I gotta give you credit, Lambert. You make it look easy.

Lambert: Years of practice.

***

Lambert: I saved your life! Twice!

Geralt: Because you put it in danger! Twice!

***

Lambert: Sorry I'm late.

Eskel: What happened?

Lambert: Nothing happened. I just didn't want to come.

***

Berengar: What's this on your search history?

Lambert: Porn?

Berengar: No, no, above that.

Lambert:...

Lambert: Tutorial how to boil water...

Berengar: You fucking moron.

***

Eskel: Has your dream always been raising a new generation of witchers?

Vesemir: It doesn’t really matter now, my dreams were shattered years ago.

Eskel: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. How many years ago?

Vesemir: How old is Lambert again?

***

Geralt: Lambert, we decided that if Vesemir's ever in a coma, you're the one who has to decide to pull the plug.

Lambert: Pull.

Geralt & Eskel: ...

Berengar: See? I told you he would do his job.

***

Eskel: Do you believe me?

Vesemir: Eskel, you’re the last good person on this planet. I’d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Geralt: Oh my god, that's enough! Vesemir, why do you always favor Eskel?

Vesemir: I will explain it to you by example. Tell me boys, what do you consider your best quality?

Eskel: I'm a real people person.

Berengar: I don't answer stupid questions.

Lambert: I can speak bullshit.

Geralt: My profile. Oh, and I guess my butt, too.

Vesemir: …

Vesemir, sighing: So next question: where do you see yourself in five years?

Eskel: On the Path

Geralt: Brothel.

Berengar: Dead.

Lambert: Prison.

Vesemir: And you have the audacity to ask me why Eskel is my favorite?

***

Vesemir: Berengar, for the last time, when someone threatens to kill you, the correct response is not, ‘Then do it, pussy.’

Berengar: Old man, with all due respect, I’m gonna completely ignore everything you just said.

***

Eskel: Lambert, are you sure this is safe?

Lambert: I never said that.

Lambert: But, you know what they say - go big or go home.

Eskel: For once, please, I’m begging you, go home.

Lambert: I’m going big.

***

Lambert: Geralt, what's the signal for "Vesemir’s coming?"

Geralt: Uh... Dippity-doo.

Lambert: DIPPITY-DOO!

***

Lambert: So, we go inside, beat the crap out of them and-

Geralt: I don't know, don't you think we should stop using violence as a way to solve our problems?

Lambert: ...

Geralt: ...

*both burst out laughing*

Lambert: Oh my God, Geralt. Don't scare me like that. For a moment I thought you were actually serious.

Geralt: *still laughing* Yeah, sorry.

***

Vesemir, holding up two photos: Here are two pictures. One is your room, the other one is a garbage dump. Can you guess which is which?

Lambert, pointing at one photo: That one's the dump?

Vesemir, slamming photos on table: They're BOTH your room!

***

Berengar: Everyone has a gay ‘cousin’ in family.

Lambert: I don't have a gay cousin.

Berengar: I'm gonna give you a minute to think about that.

Lambert: *gasp* I AM the gay cousin!

Lambert: But wait.

Lambert: I’ve been thinking…

Berengar: That sounds dangerous, but continue.

Lambert: What's your sexuality?

Berengar: Money.

***

Vesemir: So Lambert is gay-

Lambert: Bisexual.

Vesemir: -Eskel likes goats-

Eskel: Succubi.

Vesemir: -and Berengar is dead inside.

Berengar: Well, that’s true, but it's not related to my sexuality, old man.

Vesemir: So Geralt, tell me please, do you have any lady you like?

Geralt: Oh, no, I just like to date around.

Lambert: *coughs* Slut! *coughs*

Berengar: Bless you :>

Lambert: Thanks :>

Vesemir: ...

***

Vesemir: How could you do this?

Lambert: I don't know. It's like bad things always happen to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Vesemi: Lambert, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass!

Berengar: Lambert, you're like an Alzheimer's victim in a whorehouse.

Vesemir: What?

Lambert: Excuse me, what the fuck?

Berengar: You're constantly surprised that you've been screwed and you don't want to pay for it.

Vesemir: It's a vulgar analogy but surprisingly accurate.

***

Eskel: You know, it wouldn't kill you to talk to Vesemir once in a while.

Lambert: We don't know that.

Berengar: Lambert, you can't quit being related to somebody. Believe me, I've tried. But I also wish there were a better way to deal with Vesemir.

Lambert: There is, but we're both too pretty for jail.

***

Vesemir: From now on we have a no-swearing policy in Kaer Morhen. You will have to pay for every swearword.

Lambert: Seriously, Vesemir, what the fuck?

Vesemir: Aaand you have to put a oren in the swear jar. You said "fuck."

Lambert: ...

Lambert: Tell you what... here's twenty. That should cover me until lunch.

Vesemir: Lunch is in half an hour! And you have to follow the rules like everyone else!

Lambert: Berengar, can you get me out of this shit?

Berengar: That depends. Are you willing to live in Zerrikania for a few years?

Lambert: Yeá.

***

Geralt: OK, I don't mind the good-natured brotherly punching, but you didn’t have to twist my nipples.

Lambert: You're lucky I didn't rip them off and feed them to you!

***

Vesemir, about Lambert: Look at him. How is it that he can kill eight people in a minute with four sword blows, but he can't pee without hitting the shower curtain?

Berengar: Fortunately, killing is a job skill and peeing is not.

Lambert, laughing: Dude, I love you!

Vesemir: How did you come to be his authority?

Berengar: I’m depressed, demotivated, bitter pessimist, without hope and prospects, but even I see something good in him. Unlike you. Do the math, old man. We are what you have made us.

Vesemir: Excuse me, I didn't hear any complaints when I was raising you when you’re kid.

Berengar: Really, the teenage drinking and constant running away wasn't a slight tipoff?

Vesemir: Oh, you were just a little drama queen, Berengar. And let's not forget, you always came back.

Berengar: Kinda hard to get steady work when you're nine.

Lambert, sobbing: Dude, I love you!

***

Sometimes it stops being funny. It's not like I think Vesemir was a bad father to them deliberately, but if we think about what homes these kids came from, that they were forced to become witchers, that they were mainly brutally trained and subjected to Trials (which were extremely difficult and painful. It’s pure trauma), it's hard to talk about happy childhood. I'm afraid there was pathology in Kaer Morhen. These children were raised by witchers who focused only on making killing machines from them. Looking at Berengar and Lambert, we can see what wounds he left on them. Geralt is also hard to call a ray of sunshine. I believe Vesemir loved these boys, looked after them as much as he could, but I can't believe he was a good father. How was he supposed to be, how could he know, since he was shaped in the same way. I think we can use the term Adult Children of Witchers here.

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schrijverr · 4 years

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My Husband Does my Make-Up

Cas does Deans make up, takes place within the Famous Husband verse.

(I used this video, since I don’t know make up)

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: None, but if you want me to tag something I’ll do so happily!

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A lipsticked mouth is the only thing on screen, it smiles and with Deans voice it says: “Bet you didn’t see this shit coming.

Then the intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

Dean and Cas were sitting next to each other, they weren’t in Dean usual filming space, but at a table with a bunch of make-up in front of them. Dean waved and said: “Hello hunters, you’re probably wondering what the hell is going on, so I’ll explain. Today my husband does my make-up!”

Cas waved as well and said a quick hello, before Dean went on: “He hasn’t been on the channel in a while and you all were begging for some more Cas content so here it is. As you might know Cas is prone to saying ‘Fuck the gender rules’, so all this stuff is his and he actually knows what he is doing.”

“I wouldn't go that far, Dean, but I do know more than you.” Cas said quickly to lower expectations.

Dean shook his head and told the camera: “He’s just being humble, ignore him.”

Then it jump cut and Cas was holding two foundations. He said: “I have these two and I’m just going to do a quick check to see which of these is Deans shade, so I don’t give him the failed spray tan look or something like that.”

Dean chuckled while Cas put a bit of both the shades on his hand and held them next to his face. Cas asked: “I think I know which one I want to use, but what do you think?”

Dean studied the two colors intently then shrugged and said: “I’m sorry, angel, but I really don’t see much of a difference.”

Cas stared at him, until he looked again and said: “The top one, kinda looks better, I guess?”

Cas smiled at him and put one of the bottles away and squirted the other on the back of his hand. Dean, meanwhile said into the camera: “Cas is probably gonna do most of the talking here today, because he will tell you what he is doing, something I absolutely can not. I have no clue how he takes some brushes and colors and just makes art on his face, but I am excited to see it happening on my face.”

Cas quietly blushed, but ignored the complement in favor of getting his beauty blender and telling Dean to relax. Dean looked at him and asked: “What is that? Some sort of butt-plug?”

He was given a deadpan look by Cas, who said: “No, this is a beauty blender, I’m starting with foundation and I use this to beat the make up onto your face.”

Dan frowned: “That doesn’t sound all the nice to me, dude.”

“Then you just have to live with it, don’t you now.” Cas replied, “Turn to me.”

Dean did and Cas started to apply the foundation. After a few moments Dean commented: “This feels weird, not bad or anything, just weird. It’s kind of relaxing actually.”

They were done and Cas grabbed another small pallet. Dean asked: “So what are you doing now?”

“I’m going to contour your face now, because the foundation made it flat and even, so we’re giving your face it’s shape back.”

“Like shadows in a drawing?” Dean asked.

Cas lit up: “Yeah, exactly.”

Dean grinned back, but then smoothed out his features to allow Cas to work. They were facing each other, leaning in close. Cas took a break to see his work and find places where some more work was needed. As he did, Dean leaned forward and quickly stole a small kiss, both startling Cas and making him smile. He softly said: “Idiot.”

Dean only grinned in return and asked: “So master artist, is my face shape to your pleasing?”

Huffing out a small amused breath Cas nodded and said: “I do miss your freckles, so I might add some of those later and I’m really tempted to give you a cute blush. What is your opinion about those things?”

Dean seriously thought about it, then shrugged and said: “Whatever you think looks good, babe. Trust you to make me handsome.”

Cas said: “I’ll make you beautiful.” then pecked his nose and turned back to the table. It cut immediately after that, Dean was the one who edited it and he had decided that no one needed to see the way he smiled a dopey smile and touched his nose on the spot Cas had kissed it like he was a virgin.

After the cut, Cas gave Dean a small blush on his cheeks before moving on to concealer. Dean asked, mock offended: “What on my handsome face needs concealing? You wound me.”

Cas rolled his eyes and dryly told him: “The bags under your eyes from the nights you spend editing instead of cuddling your perfectly cuddable husband?”

Dean laughed and asked: “Is cuddable even a word?”

“I don’t know, I teach History, not English.” Cas told him, going back to work.

It cut and Cas was holding a powder and said: “Now I’m setting your face with powder.”

“Why are you doing that?” Dean asked.

“To make sure my hard work doesn’t get lost during the day, when you go out and do stuff.”

Dean hummed: “Huh, neat.”

“I am now going to put on highlighter this is to-”

“Wait, let me guess.” Dean interrupted Cas, “It’s called highlighter, so it’s the opposite of the shadows, right? So it is make the face shape better?”

Cas smiled and said: “Yeah, it’s part of that. It’s to make your cheek stand out.”

Dean fist pumped, before letting Cas get back to putting on his make up. When he was done he said: “Now, I’m going to do your eyes, which is the actual look. I want to do purple, because that complements the green of your eyes.”

“Cool, let’s get started.” Dean said.

“I’m using this pallet.” Cas said, holding a pallet in the air, “and I’m going to start with this pastel purple color right here and just pack it on your lid and crease, so close your eyes.”

He started to move the brush, but Dean held up his hand and said: “Stop, I’m kind of scared it’s gonna blind me.”

Cas lowered the brush and reassured him: “It is safe for your eyes, otherwise it wouldn’t be sold and I will never hurt you, Dean. Just close your eyes and keep them close until I say you can open them and you’ll be okay. I will be gentle, I promise. But if you really want to, we can stop, no one has to know.”

Dean scratched his head, then let his shoulders sag and said: “No, it’s fine, just need to mentally prep myself a bit for this.”

“Take your time.”

“Pfiew, I have so much respect for you and all the people who do make up right now.”

Cas smiled.

It cut to Dean with his eyes closed, while Cas gently packed on the eyeshadow and hummed ‘Hey Jude’ softly under his breath.

Then it was done and Cas pointed at another color and said: “I want to use this deep purple on the lower lash line, so I’m going to use this small flat brush for that.” he did that, then grabbed another, fluffier brush and said: “And I’m using this one to blend it, I used a thicker brush like this one to blend the pastel portion of the eye.”

A cut. Cas said: “I’m using this pinkish purple color for the inner corner using this small brush.”

Dean said: “I’m so impressed with how professional you sound right now.”

Cas blushed a bit and admitted: “Beauty vloggers may be a guilty pleasure of mine.”

“Ahw, babe, that’s so cute.” Dean cooed, “You are going to have to show me later.”

It cut to Cas putting on the pinkish purple shade of eyeshadow in Deans inner corner. When he was done he asked Dean: “Are you comfortable with me putting on fake lashes?”

“Are those the ones who look really creepy when you pull them off?” Dean asked.

Cas grinned and nodded. Dean contemplated it, then decided: “It looks scary, but I’ll get to scare Sam, so do it.”

“The lengths you go to.”

“I’m an older brother, it is what I do.”

Another cut to Cas holding a lash of a pair of tweezers as he waved them to dry the glue a bit. He said: “I’ve cut these long and a bit dramatic lashes to size and I’m going to use these tweezers to place them perfectly along Deans lash line.”

He was placing them while Dean kept still, although there was a continuously stream of: “Holy fucks, this I scary, I ‘m gonna die. No, I’m gonna get stabbed in the eyeball, go blind and then die, crap, crap, crap. Oh, it’s done.”

“And you live, a miracle.” Cas smirked.

Dean hugged him and exclaimed: “My angel has saved me from a cruel fate.”

Then he looked and his eyes got big as he commented: “Damn, this is weird, I can see my lashes, well, not my lashes, but my fake lashes, this is so fricking weird.”

Cas left him to wonder for a few seconds, before he said: “I have to put on mascara to blend your fake lashes to your real lashes, so the fake ones look more real. I have to warn you, most people find this part a bit scary.”

Dean puffed out his chest: “I’m a though guy, I got this.”

Then it immediately cut to Cas actually putting on the mascara while Dean said: “This is scary, I don’t think I got this.”

Cas stopped and waited for a thumbs up.

Later he continued and although Dean didn’t stop him the chatter he had during the lashes returned until it was over. Dean sighed with relief that was crushed by Cas, who said: “I have this purple mascara, I wanted to put on your lower lashes, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine and we can leave it out. It’s up to you.”

Dean looked between Cas and the mascara, then he answered with a determined look on his face: “No, I’m doing it, you came up with this look and I’m wearing the full thing.”

It cut till it was done and Cas said: “So those are the eyes all complete, I don’t know if this was something you could follow, but I’m pretty proud of them. Now, all we need to do is the lips and give Dean his freckles back.”

“What are we doing for lips?” Dean asked.

“Well, since the eyes are a lot, I think we need neutral lips, so I’m doing that. First we have to line them.” Cas answered.

There was a cut to Cas lining Deans lips as Cas said: “You, Dean Winchester-Novak, have very nice lips.”

Dean made an embarrassed noise as he tried not to move his lips and ruin the line.

Then Cas was putting on a soft nude lip stick and when he was done Dean asked: “How are you going to do the freckles?”

“I’m going to draw on some freckles with an eyebrow pencil. I didn’t do your brows, because you have pretty good brows on your own.” Cas told him.

Dean made a ‘that’s fair’ face, then Cas got to work. As he was applying the freckles he said: “I know where some of your freckles are, so I’m trying to put them back, but I don’t know them all, so it’s not going to be an exact replica.”

Dean snorted and said: “No one was expecting that and the fact that you know where some of my freckles are is insane, dude.”

Cas tilted his head to the side contemplatively and asked: “Is it really insane?”

Dean immediately reassured him that it wasn’t insane, but very cute, at the end he tagged on the question: “How do you even know where some of them are, by the way?”

“I just spend a lot of time studying your face and trying to count your freckles.” Cas told him.

Then it cut to a few aesthetic shots of Deans face that show off the make up.

After that they were at the end card and Dean was ending his video: “That was it, hope this video taught you something about make and quenched your Cas thrist.”

“Don’t call it that, Dean.”

“What? It’s true.” he turned back to the viewers, “I know this is not what I usually do, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway. Leave your thought about the video and the look down below. I’m probably posting some pictures of this look on my insta so go there to check that out, but for now that is it for today. Bye hunters, see you on the road!”

There was a small vlog-style clip at the end. Where Sam came walking in and saw Deans make up, he smiled and said: “Wow, dude, that looks epic.”

“Thanks.” Dean told him with a grin, then he ripped off his lashes and Sam screamed

Then the video was over

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This was practically an entire

video off eye sex….

… I am uncomfortable

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He looked so pretty!!!! A+, good

job!!!

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No one:

Absolutely no one:

Dean: MAKE UP

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Ahw, Dean was so interested in

the make up and Cass’s hobby

it’s so cute how he asks

questions throughout the entire

video

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“I don’t know, I teach History,

not English”

I C O N I C

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I love how soft they both are and

how Cas was willing to stop at

any time if Dean wanted to

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What can’t this man do?

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Rip Sam who has suffered through

years of eyesex

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Okay, but is no one gonna talk

about how good Cas is at make up

like, he’s a MUA

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CAS KNOWS HIS FRECKLES I AM SOFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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#RR writing #supernatural #SPN #spn fanfic #dean winchester #castiel/dean #dean x castiel #castiel #Sam Winchester #destiel youtuber au #youtuber dean #Destiel AU

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regencyresource · 6 years

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( * &. ━ list of slang words from the 1920′s

presenting a long list of slang terms from the “roaring twenties" ! the age of mobsters and jazz ! the time of longing after married women and staring into green-lights to include in your literary ventures ! i claim no ownership for this list, it was sourced HERE.

Alderman: A man's pot-belly

Ameche: Telephone

Ankle: (n) Woman; (v) To walk

Ab-so-lute-ly: Affirmative, yes

Absent treatment: Dancing with a timid partner

Air tight: Very attractive

Airedale: An unattractive man

Alarm clock: A chaperone

All wet: Incorrect

And how!: I strongly agree!

Applesauce: Flattery, nonsense, i.e.. "Aw, applesauce!"

Attaboy!: Well done!; also, Attagirl!

Babe: Woman

Baby: A person, can be said to either a man or a woman

Bangtails: Racehorses

Barber: Talk

Be on the nut: To be broke

Bean-shooter: Gun

Beef: Problem

Bee's Knees: An extraordinary person, thing or idea

Beezer: Nose

Behind the eight ball: In a difficult position, in a tight spot

Bent Cars: Stolen cars

Big Cheese, Big Shot: The boss, someone of importance and influence

Big House: Jail

Big One: Death

Big Sleep: Death

Bim: Woman

Bindle: The bundle in which a hobo carries all his worldly possessions

Bindle punk or bindle stiff: Chronic wanderers, migratory harvest workers, and lumber jacks

Bing: Jailhouse talk for solitary confinement

Bird: Man

Bit: Prison sentence

Blip off: To kill

Blow: Leave

Blow one down: Kill someone

Blower: Telephone

Bluenose: A prude

Bo: Pal, buster, fellow

Boiler: Car

Boob: Dumb guy

Boozehound: Drunkard

Bop: To kill

Box: A safe or a bar

Box job: A safecracking

Brace (somebody): Grab, shake up

Bracelets: Handcuffs

Break it up: Stop that, quit the nonsense

Breeze: To leave, breeze off: get lost

Broad: Woman

Bruno: Tough guy, enforcer

Bucket: Car

Bulge, The: The advantage

Bulls: Plainclothes railroad cops; uniformed police; prison guards

Bum's rush, To get the: To be kicked out

Bump: Kill

Bump Gums: To talk about nothing worthwhile

Bump off: Kill; also, bump-off: a killing

Burn powder: Fire a gun

Bus: Big car

Butter-and-egg-man: The money man, the man with the bankroll, a yokel who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs

Button: Face, nose, end of jaw

Button man: Professional killer

Buttons: Police

Butts: Cigarettes

Buzz: Looks person up, comes to persons door

Buzzer: Policeman's badge

C: $100, a pair of Cs = $200

Cabbage: Money

Caboose: Jail

Call copper: Inform the police

Can: Jail, Car

Can house: Bordello

Can-opener: Safecracker who opens cheap safes

Canary: Woman singer

Carry a Torch: Suffering from an unrequited love

Case dough: Nest egg

Cat: Man

Cat's Meow: Something splendid or stylish

Cat's Pajamas: Term of endearment as in "I think you are really really cool"

Century: $100

Cheaters: Sunglasses

Cheese it: Put things away, hide

Chew: Eat

Chicago lightning: Gunfire

Chicago overcoat: Coffin

Chick: Woman

Chilled off: Killed

Chin: Conversation; chinning: talking

Chin music: Punch on the jaw

Chinese squeeze: Grafting by skimming profits off the top

Chippy: Woman of easy virtue

Chisel: To swindle or cheat

Chiv: Knife, "a stabbing or cutting weapon"

Chopper squad: Men with machine guns

Chump: Person marked for a con or a gullible person

Clammed: Close-mouthed (clammed up)

Clean sneak: An escape with no clues left behind

Clip joint: In some cases, a nightclub where the prices are high and the patrons are fleeced

Clipped: Shot

Close your head: Shut up

Clout: Shoplifter

Clubhouse: Police station

Con: Confidence game, swindle

Conk: Head

Cool: To knock out

Cooler: Jail

Cop: Detective, even a private one

Copped, to be: Grabbed by the cops

Copper: Policeman

Corn: Bourbon ("corn liquor")

Crab: Figure out

Crate: Car

Croak: To kill

Croaker: Doctor

Crush: An infatuation

Crushed out: Escaped (from jail)

Cut down: Killed

Daisy: None too masculine

Dame: Woman

Dance: To be hanged

Dangle: Leave, get lost

Daylight, as in "fill him with daylight": Put a hole in, by shooting or stabbing

Deck, as in "deck of Luckies": Pack of cigarettes

Derrick: Shoplifter

Dib: Share (of the proceeds)

Dick: Detective (usually qualified with "private" if not a policeman)

Dingus: Thing

Dip: Pickpocket

Dip the bill: Have a drink

Dish: Pretty woman

Dive: A low-down, cheap sort of place

Dizzy with a dame, To be: To be deeply in love with a woman

Do the dance: To be hanged

Dogs: Feet

Dope fiend: Drug addict

Dope peddler: Drug dealer

Dough: Money

Drift: Go, leave

Drill: Shoot

Drop a dime: Make a phone call, sometimes meaning to the police to inform on someone

Droppers: Hired killers

Drum: Speakeasy

Dry-gulch: Knock out, hit on head after ambushing

Duck soup: Easy, a piece of cake

Dummerer: Someone who pretends to be deaf and/or dumb to appear a more deserving beggar

Dump: Roadhouse, club; or, more generally, any place

Dust out: Leave, depart

Egg: Man

Electric cure: Electrocution

Elephant ears: Police

Fade: Go away, get lost

Fakeloo artist: Con man

Fella: A man

Fin: $5 bill

Finder: Finger man

Finger, Put the finger on: Identify

Flaming Youth: Male counterpart to a flapper

Flapper: A stylish, brash young woman with short skirts and shorter hair

Flat Tire: A dull-witted or disappointing date

Flattie: Flatfoot, cop

Flimflam: Swindle

Flippers: Hands

Flivver: A Ford automobile

Flogger: Overcoat

Flop: Go to bed or fallen through, not worked out

Flophouse: A cheap transient hotel where a lot of men sleep in large rooms

Fog: To shoot

Frail: Woman

Frau: Wife

Fry: To be electrocuted

Fuzz: Police

Gal: Woman

Gams: A Woman’s Legs

Gasper: Cigarette

Gat: Gun

Get Sore: Get mad

Getaway sticks: Legs

Giggle juice: Liquor

Giggle Water: Liquor

Gin mill: Bar

Glad rags: Fancy clothes

Glaum: Steal

Goofy: Crazy

Goog: Black eye

Goon: Thug

Gooseberry lay: Stealing clothes from a clothesline

Gowed-up: On dope, high

Grab (a little) air: Put your hands up

Graft: Con jobs or cut of the take

Grand: $1000

Grift: Confidence game, swindle

Grifter: Con man

Grilled: Questioned

Gumshoe: Detective

Gumshoeing: Detective work

Gun for: Look for, be after

Guns: Pickpockets, Hoodlums

Guy: A man

Hack: Taxi

Half, a: 50 cents

Hard: Tough

Harlem Sunset: Some sort fatal injury caused by knife

Hash House: A cheap restaurant

Hatchet men: Killers, gunmen

Have the Bees: To be rich

Head doctors: Psychiatrists

Heap: Car

Heat: Police

Heater: Gun

Heebie-Jeebies: The jitters

Heeled: Carrying a gun

High-Hat: To snub

High Pillow: Person at the top, in charge

Highbinders: Corrupt politician or functionary

Hinky: Suspicious

Hitting the pipe: Smoking opium

Hitting on all eight: In good shape, going well

Hock shop: Pawnshop

Hogs: Engines

Hombre: Man, fellow

Hooch: Liquor

Hood: Criminal

Hoofer: Dancer

Hoosegow: Jail

Horn: Telephone

Hot: Stolen

Hotsy-Totsy: Pleasing

House dick: House/hotel detective

House peeper: House/hotel detective

Hype: Shortchange artist

Ice : Diamonds

Ing-bing, as in to throw an: A fit

Iron: A car

Jack: Money

Jalopy: An old car

Jam: Trouble, a tight spot

Jane: A woman

Java: Coffee

Jaw: Talk

Jerking a nod: Nodding

Jingle-brained: Addled

Jobbie: Man

Joe: Coffee, as in "a cup of joe"

Johns: Police

Johnson brother: Criminal

Joint: Place, as in "my joint"

Juice: Interest on a loanshark's loan

Jug: Jail

Jump, The: A hanging

Kale: Money

Keen: Attractive or appealing

Kick off: Die

Kiss: To punch

Kisser: Mouth

Kitten: Woman

Knock off: Kill

Lammed off: Ran away, escaped

Large: $1,000; twenty large would be $20,000

Law, the: The police

Lead, "fill ya full of lead": the term used for bullets

Lead poisoning: To be shot

Lettuce: Folding money

Lid: Hat

Line: Insincere flattery

Lip: (Criminal) lawyer

Looker: Pretty woman

Look-out: Outside man

Lousy with: To have lots of

Mac: A man

Made: Recognized

Map: Face

Marbles: Pearls

Mark: Sucker, victim of swindle or fixed game

Maroon: Person marked for a con or a gullible person

Meat wagon: Ambulance

Mickey Finn: A drink drugged with knock-out drops

Mill: Typewriter

Mitt: Hand

Mob: Gang (not necessarily Mafia)

Mohaska: Gun

Moll: Girlfriend

Monicker: Name

Mouthpiece: Lawyer

Mugs: Men (especially refers to dumb ones)

Nailed: Caught by the police

Nevada gas: Cyanide

Newshawk: Reporter

Newsie: Newspaper vendor

Nibble one: To have a drink

Nicked: Stole

Nippers: Handcuffs

Noodle: Head

Number: A person

Off the track: Said about a person who becomes insanely violent

Op: Detective

Orphan paper: Bad checks

Out on the roof: To drink a lot, to be drunk

Oyster fruit: Pearls

Packing Heat: Carrying a gun

Pal: A man

Palooka: Man, probably not very smart

Pan: Face

Paste: Punch

Patsy: Person who is set up; fool, chump

Paw: Hand

Peaching: Informing

Peeper: Detective

Peepers: Eyes

Pen: Penitentiary, jail

Peterman: Safecracker who uses nitroglycerin

Piece: Gun

Pigeon: Stool-pigeon

Pinch: An arrest, capture

Pins: Legs

Pipe: See or notice

Pipes: Throat

Plant: Someone on the scene but in hiding, Bury

Plug: Shoot

Plugs: People

Poke: Bankroll, stake

Pooped: Killed

Pop: Kill

Pro skirt: Prostitute

Puffing: Mugging

Pug: Pugilist, boxer

Pump: Heart

Pump metal: Shoot bullets

Punk: Hood, thug

Pushover: A person easily convinced of something

Puss: Face

Put down: Drink

Put the screws on: Question, get tough with

Rags: Clothes

Ranked: Observed, watched, given the once-over

Rap: Criminal charge

Rappers: Fakes, set-ups

Rat: Inform

Rate: To be good, to count for something

Rats and mice: Dice, i.e. craps

Rattler: Train

Red-light: To eject from a car or train

Redhot: Some sort of criminal

Reefers: Marijuana cigarettes

Rhino: Money

Right: Adjective indicating quality

Ringers: Fakes

Ritzy: Elegant

Rod: Gun

Roscoe: Gun

Rub-out: A killing

Rube: Bumpkin, easy mark

Rumble, the: The news

Sap: A dumb guy

Sap poison: Getting hit with a sap

Savvy: Get me? Understand?

Sawbuck: $10 bill (a double sawbuck is a $20 bill)

Schnozzle: Nose

Scram out: Leave

Scratch: Money

Scratcher: Forger

Send over: Send to jail

Shamus: (Private) detective

Sharper: A swindler or sneaky person

Sheba: A woman with sex appeal

Sheik: A man with sex appeal

Shells: Bullets

Shiv: Knife

Shylock: Loanshark

Shyster: Lawyer

Sing: Make a confession

Sister: Woman

Skate around: To be of easy virtue

Skid rogue: A bum who can't be trusted

Skirt: Woman

Slant, Get a: Take a look

Sleuth: Detective

Slug: A bullet or to knock unconscious

Smoked: Drunk

Snap a cap: Shout

Snatch: Kidnap

Sneeze: Take

Snitch: An informer, or to inform

Snooper: Detective

Speakeasy: An illicit bar selling bootleg liquor

Spiffy: Looking elegant

Soak: To pawn

Sock: Punch

Soup: Nitroglycerine

Soup job: To crack a safe using nitroglycerine

Spill: Talk, inform

Spinach: Money

Spitting: Talking

Square: Honest

Squeeze: A female companion or girlfriend

Squirt metal: Shoot bullets

Step off: To be hanged

Stiff: A corpse

Sting: Culmination of a con game

Stool-pigeon: Informer

Stoolie: Stool-pigeon

Stuck On: Having a crush on

Sucker: Someone ripe for a grifter's scam

Sugar: Money

Swanky: Ritzy

Swell: Wonderful

Tail: Shadow or follow

Take a powder: Leave

Take on: Eat

Take for a Ride: Drive off with someone in order to bump them off

Take the air: Leave

Take the bounce: To get kicked out

Take the fall for: Accept punishment for

That's the crop: That's all of it

Three-spot: Three-year jail term

Throw lead: Shoot bullets

Ticket: P.I. license

Tiger milk: Some sort of liquor

Tighten the screws: Put pressure on somebody

Tin: Badge

Tip a few: To have a few drinks

Tomato: Pretty woman

Tooting the wrong ringer: Asking the wrong person

Torpedoes: Gunmen

Trap: Mouth

Trigger man: Man whose job is to use a gun

Trouble boys: Gangsters

Twist: Woman

Two bits: $25, or 25 cents

Under glass: In jail

Weak sister: A push-over

Wear iron: Carry a gun

Wise head: A smart person

Wooden kimono: A coffin

Wop: derogatory term for an Italian

Worker, as in "She sizes up as a worker": A woman who takes a guy for his money

Wrong gee: Not a good fellow

Wrong number: Not a good fellow

Ya Follow: do you understand?

Yap: Mouth

Yard: $100

Yegg: Safecracker who can only open cheap and easy safes

Zotzed: Killed

Zozzled: Drunk

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Dark Nights (Part 7)

Summary: Dean comforts the reader after she becomes a fugitive but his act leads to something far more important...

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: These two, oh these two...

“Uh, sorry about ruining your bath,” said Dean, pushing Sam out. “We’ll let you get back to it.”

“Well I want to know what I’m accused of,” you said, reaching your arm into the water and undoing the plug. You wiped off your arm with a towel, Sam grimacing over. You rolled your eyes at him. It couldn’t be that bad.

Until you actually turned on the news and saw your face plastered over every station, every website, even on Twitter.

“They’re charging you with the Holly Hoppy murders,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his head as he read over an article on you. “That was some awful stuff.”

“You lived the next state over when they happened. They never caught that chick. Always thought it was some crazed Alpha. Wasn’t that the profile?” asked Sam, your focus going to a different news story.

“Yeah, murder psycho. They stopped a few months back. Didn’t they think maybe she went into hiding?” asked Dean.

“Yeah but remember the glowing eyes thing? We were pretty sure she was a shifter. We might have accidentally taken care of her without realizing it,” said Sam.

“Maybe. Good riddance,” said Dean. “Don’t worry, Y/N, no one will find you…Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head and stood up before he could stop you, rushing to your room and hiding away in your blanket that Dean seemed to have put on your bed earlier. You took a deep breath but his scent was gone.

A gentle knock came at the door a few minutes later, opening as you wiped at your face so he wouldn’t see. You knew it was Dean before he even was sitting down on your bed, swinging his legs up to stretch out. He pulled you into his lap but didn’t say anything, only rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“I-I didn’t know that, that I wasn’t theirs,” you said, not sure what to be more horrified at yet. “I think maybe I always did but I didn’t know for sure.”

“Little Omega, I don’t think the you being adopted thing is what’s bothering you. The disowning you…the stuff they said about you…that’s what’s got you upset,” said Dean. You tucked your head down into your knees, squeezing into your flesh.

“I don’t have a family anymore. I don’t have a life anymore. I can’t go back to it. That’s it. I’m done. My choice was made for me,” you said, a stray tear falling free. “I can’t…”

“You like the Beatles?” asked Dean. “My mom used to sing me this when I was little.”

“Do not start singing Hey-”

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song, and make it better. Remember, to let her into your heart, then you can start, to make it better,” sang Dean quietly, off pitch and gravelly.

“Dean, just stop,” you said, nestling more into his chest, cocooning the blanket around the both of you. “I want to feel shitty because everything is shit and I just really want to crawl in a hole and never come out.”

“I’ll be quiet then,” said Dean. He stopped moving his hands but chose to leave them on you, his heavy arms draped over you as you burst into a new round of letting it all out.

At some point you must have fallen asleep, waking up to find Dean passed out, his arms in an iron grip around you. You didn’t want to wake him though, he was still recovering and…

“Shit,” you said, sitting up fast, pulling up his shirt. You’d only been laying on top of his injury for who knew how long.

“Woah, sweetheart, relax. You weren’t hurting me,” said Dean, flashing his eyes open. “Lay back down.”

“It’s alright. I feel much better now,” you said, staring at your hands in your lap. “Do you mind if I crash here for a while? Until I figure out how to be a fugitive on the run I mean.”

“Why don’t you move in? You know, for good. Sam and I have both been wanted before. We know how to deal with it,” said Dean. He sat up and stretched slightly, careful of his stomach, giving you a smile. “Hey, if you turn out to be a serial killer, Sammy and I’ll help you hide the bodies.”

“I’m not,” you said with a laugh. “But thanks. I’m going to stay if that’s okay with you both. I never really had this feeling I do around you guys. You’ve been more of a family than my actual one ever was.”

“You got to make me a promise though,” said Dean. “You got to not give up so fast. Try to find your mate. You deserve to have that.”

“You deserve it too, Dean,” you said. He hummed and for a brief moment you both looked at one another, staring too long to be friendly, Dean’s tongue jutting out to lick his lips.

“Great,” said Dean, shaking it off and hopping out of bed. “So I’m thinking Alpha dick pack first, then shape shifter hunt to make your fugitive butt be declared dead and then…I guess we figure it out when we get that far?”

“I could hunt,” you said, Dean crossing his arms. “Why not?”

“I didn’t say no. I just don’t love the idea. Let’s deal with one death threat looming over us before we go piling more on, okay?” he asked. You sighed but figured it wasn’t a no which was progress with him. You followed after him into his room, Dean raising an eyebrow at you. “Did you need something?”

“I…” you said, trying to remember why you did that other than your brain saying Dean wanted you close to keep an eye on you. “I don’t know why I came in here.”

“Yeah,” said Dean, tossing a used shirt from his laundry basket over to you, a whiff of him going straight up your nose. “I think you do…you smell that?”

You couldn’t fight how you’d taken a deep breath, couldn’t fight off the tiny smile on your face at it.

“It’s nothing,” you said, tossing it back, Dean walking over quickly and standing in front of you. “I swear, it’s nothing!”

“Yeah it is,” said Dean, taking a deep breath, giving you a smile back. “You always smell so good. I want to make you feel safe. I’ve felt attraction before but this is…this is…Sam said that’s what it feels like, it feels like this.”

“I’m scared,” you said, glancing up with big eyes. Dean nodded and took a step back. “No, you idiot. Not of you. Of you deciding you don’t…want-”

“I know what I fucking want and I know what you want and God if we don’t stop dancing around this I’m going to lose it. You’re my mate, Y/N. True, one and only, soulmate crap I didn’t want to believe in because I’d ruin the poor girl,” said Dean, shaking his head.

“No, you didn’t,” you said, finally calming that part of you that feared his rejection, that it was all in your head.

“Omega,” said Dean, using your title properly for the first time since you met. “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never take from you. You’ll be mine and I’m yours. Whatever you need me to be, I’ll be it.”

“Be my Alpha,” you said, the words barely out of your mouth before Dean was cupping your cheek and kissing you. He was rough, but not unpleasant, moving his mouth slowly, savoring this. A million nerves were shooting off in your body, parts of you calmed by his touch, his taste. There were parts hoping he’d push you down on the bed and tear your clothes off too.

“Relax,” he breathed when he pulled back for a second. You opened your eyes and saw him looking down, territorial in every sense of the word but also concerned.

You nodded and moved the hand on your cheek down, trying to slide it down your neck to your chest but he stopped on your collarbone. He must have felt your heart jump at the thought of rejection after what he’d just promised because he was pulling you into a hug, kissing you softer but unable to help himself from moving a hand to the back of your neck, keeping you close.

“Dean,” you said, breathing heavily when he rested his forehead on yours.

“Mine,” he said, giving a little squeeze of your neck that made you shudder. “No one else’s. My Omega.”

“Yours,” you said, all those fears falling away about having an Alpha, not with one like Dean.

Your hands pawed at his shirt, trying to tear it away but stopping when you felt his bandage underneath.

“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me,” said Dean, voice deep, trailing a finger down the dip of your spine. You were hesitant though, knowing the gash was over his abs, that if he was going at it the way you needed him to, it would split right open. “Lay on the bed.”

“We can’t-”

“Lay on the bed,” he ordered, more force this time. You sat down in the middle and stared up at him, watching him stalk around the edge of the mattress licking his lips. “I thought I said lay, not sit.”

“Yes Alpha,” you said, Dean biting his lip in response. You lay back, staring up at the ceiling. Dean grabbed hold of your hip and you never realized how big those hands were until they were touching you like that, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

“You’re concerned about me. You won’t enjoy it if you think it’ll hurt me, right?” asked Dean, lifting your shirt a sliver to show a patch of skin above your jeans.

“I’ll be fine,” you said, propping yourself up on your shoulders, Dean giving a hard glare. “Alright, I’ll be kind of worried.”

“No sex until I’m healed then. I’ll be better by your next heat,” said Dean, pushing lightly on your chest so you lay back down, leaning over to pull your bottom lip out between his teeth. “Until then, I have something else in mind.”

He peppered kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking softly against the fragile skin.

“Can’t wait to mark your pretty neck. Claim you. Make sure no one tries to hurt what’s mine ever again, my family,” mumbled Dean, teeth scraping over one spot in particular over and over again. Your head was spinning and he wasn’t even doing anything, his scent and kisses and words driving you insane.

When you hips bucked up, Dean chuckled, moving back to your mouth to give you a short kiss, yours opening for him and molding against his like you’d done this all your lives, not five short minutes.

“Need something, little Omega?” teased Dean, resting his forehead against yours, the hand on your hip unbuttoning your jeans. Your answer caught in your throat when you heard the zipper be pulled down, felt Dean spread the denim. He leaned upright and sank down to his knees, shaking his head at you when you raised your own. “Down girl.”

His hands slid under your ass, gently pulling your jeans down, leaving your underwear in place, pulling the fabric off your legs as he let out a sharp burst of air.

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking soaked,” he said, running his tonuge over his lips again, his callused hands slowly sliding up your legs and over your thighs, rubbing light feather touches as he got so close but not close enough. “Ever been eaten out?”

“Once,” you said, Dean’s long fingers scraping over the elastic of your underwear, slipping them off with ease. He breathed deeply, getting a big whiff and you heard him moan deeply. “He wasn’t great.”

“I am,” said Dean, sliding his hands up to grab hold of your hips and pull you closer, ass almost hanging off the bed. Dean spread your thighs wide and looked up through dark eyelashes, a devious smirk on his face.

“Guys! Guys!” you heard Sam shout from the hall, making his way in your direction fast. Dean straight out growled and snapped his head at the closed door.

“Someone better be fucking dying out there,” said Dean, handing you your underwear back and walking to the door, Sam starting to pound on it.

“Guys!” you heard Sam yell again as you started slipping one leg back through your jeans as Dean opened the door a crack.

“You don’t look like you’re about to drop dead and we’re kind of in the middle of something important so if you don’t mind-”

“The perimeter Cas set up, it went off,” said Sam. Dean groaned and looked back at you apologetically.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do that,” said Dean, opening the door all the way when you were fully dressed again. Sam looked between the two of you, taking in the tossled hair and swollen lips. A big smile broke out on his own and Dean brushed past him. “Shut up.”

“Told you,” said Sam, turning his attention to you. “Told you too.”

“We didn’t do anything thanks to some stupid Alphas,” you said, following after Dean. “How far away is that perimeter?”

“It’s not the Alphas,” you heard Cas say, popping into the war room just as you and Sam jogged up the steps, Dean looking up from his laptop confused.

“It’s not what now?” asked Dean, furrowing his brow. “We set it up for the Alphas specifically, Cas.”

“I would agree with that but something different trigged it is what I’m saying,” said Cas.

“Well what the fuck is something different?” asked Dean, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know,” said Cas, walking over to the library. “The spell was meant for the Alphas but it could potentially have included something else.”

“You already said that,” growled Dean.

“Do you guys feel funny?” you asked, putting your hand on your head, feeling hot all over. You took a step forward but the pain in your gut hitting you hard. “Okay, that hurts.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, rushing over when you started to double over. “Cas?”

“She appears to be in heat,” said Cas. You whipped your head up, knowing it wasn’t possible so soon after the last but that your symptoms fit.

“Hey, maybe the Alphas are trying to force us out in the open. They found some way to force a heat, make us bring her to a doctor?” asked Sam.

“I read about that yesterday. In that big brown and green book,” you said, nodding over to the library. “Shit guys, I need a hospital. I’m not joking.”

“Nearest hospital is outside the perimeter. They know we’re still around here. How much we want to bet they’re staking out every doctor’s office in the area?” asked Dean. You grunted and he pulled you into his chest. “She’s burning up.”

“Do it,” you said, burrowing your face into his neck, his scent the only thing keeping you calm. “You said next heat. Well it’s here and I feel like I’m dying so please Dean, we got to do it.”

“Cas, you got the juice to heal me?” asked Dean. Cas nodded and pressed two fingers to his forehead. “Thanks. Now you two hang outside for a little while if you don’t mind. We need to do something.”

“Dean, this doesn’t feel right,” you said, your whine spurring Sam and Cas to get out of there quick. Dean shushed you and lifted you up, carrying you quickly back to his room and putting you down. He shut the door fast but made no fanfare about undresing you this time, the beads of sweat rolling down your face and your hands fisting in the sheets more than enough to skip the buildup.

“I’m right here. I’ll make it better,” said Dean, pressing a kiss to your lips, untangling one of your hands to lace together with his. It calmed your heart some but the pain was still there and getting worse by the minute. “Omega.”

You flashed open your eyes and he was smiling down, green eyes hungry but patient too.

“No going back after this. You’re stuck with me forever,” he said.

“Are you seriously asking me if I changed my mind?” you asked, staring up to see his head nod.

“It’s okay if you did. We’ll find another way to help you,” said Dean. “I just want you to do this for the right reasons, not because you feel forced.”

“I want my Alpha,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I want to be yours.”

“Yours,” Dean muttered before kissing you again, his rough hands moving slowly down your body, down and down until his knee was spreading your legs. He slipped a sole finger through your folds, rubbing circles into you clit that made you buck up.

When you were panting from pleasure and not pain anymore he moved to push a finger in but your wrist caught his hand.

“Just you,” you said. Dean nodded and rested his forehead against yours. You felt him adjust himself and press his tip against your entrance, pushing carefully as you stretched around him.

Shit, he was big. You glanced down at his hard length, saw the thick swollen ring of muscle at the base and wondered how that would ever fit. He shushed you and pushed in an inch, his tip slipping inside. You ran a hand down his back and he began to push in slowly, taking his time to pull back out when he could feel you tense up. Soon he was fully sheathed inside you aside from his knot.

“I’ll go as slow as I can,” said Dean, keeping an even voice despite the shake in his breath.

“We both need faster than that. Go ahead, Alpha,” you said, clenching around his length. He groaned and pulled out, slamming in hard and deep. Your back arched as Dean set a rough pace, the pace you needed and God damn it he was hitting everything perfectly, sure you’d come from this soon enough.

You moaned the first time you felt that knot start to push, Dean driving in faster, each time it’s tugging getting a little farther along.

“Relax, let me in, sweetheart,” said Dean, nipping at your lip. You spread your legs wide and did your best to let the muscles unwind, his knot pushing in deeper that time.

“God fucking shit, Dean,” you moaned, clawing at his back when you felt it spread you wide and pull back out. It was hard not to squeeze around him with every pump into you but you managed, that knot getting wetter each time until it was pushing hard and Dean didn’t pull out.

You took a deep breath and felt it slide in, impossibly wide in the most perfect way. When Dean pulled back, his knot didn’t budge but simply tugged. He thrust again and again and you felt it swell up, locking him inside you.

“Omega, want to see you come,” said Dean. He was snapping his hips hard, driving into your g-spot on every stroke. “Come on, Y/N.”

“Alpha,” you whined, you orgasm rising up fast. “Gonna…”

Dean moved his lips to your neck, landing over your bruise from earlier. He went harder, one hand holding your hip down, baring his teeth over your soft flesh.

“Alpha!” you shouted when you came around him, shouting even louder when his teeth sunk into your neck, breaking the skin as a flash of pain and pleasure washed over you. He swelled up and came hard inside you, your orgasm hitting a new height as his tongue lapped over the mark he’d made.

You felt fuzzy and satisfied and Dean smelled like home, felt like it, a bond between the two of you that couldn’t be undone. When he’d stilled, he rolled onto his side, his one arm around your back, the other under your head, both holding you close as you waited for his knot to go down.

“Hi,” he said softly, smiling at you. “Omega.”

“Alpha,” you said back, his title easing away that last wash of pain from your sudden heat. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said.

“You’re a good man. A good Alpha, Dean. I’m proud to be yours,” you said.

“It’s my honor,” he said quietly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You already thanked me for stitching you up that night,” you said.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Thank you for saving me,” he said again, hot breath fanning over your face, his scent better every time you took one yourself.

“From what?” you asked. He kissed your forehead, smiling against it.

“From myself,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter shut at the touch. “I won’t let those Alphas hurt you.“

“Same goes for you,” you said, Dean chuckling as you let out a small giggle.

“I love my strong little Omega,” said Dean.

“I love you too,” you said.

“Well lets go kick some Alpha ass then.”

A/N: Read Part 8 here!

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penelopelovesalvez · 6 years

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A Lucky Night- Chapter 6

Here is my multi-chapter pic featuring characters I do not own from Criminal Minds, Alvez x Garcia, in a story of my own creation. It picks up at the end of 13.5.

Warning: Some chapters contain smut. While many do not, the ones that do are definitely 18+, NSFW.

Please feel free to re-blog and review! Please ask for permission before posting on any other platform.

Luke couldn’t believe his ears. She had agreed? That easily? And he didn’t have to convince her further or beg? But wait, she had just asked if wanted to spend the night with her. Luke groaned. She’d be the death of him, his fiery goddess. “Chica, do you know what you’re proposing? I’m an honorable man, and I pride myself in my strength and character but you could tempt a saint to sin. Sleeping in your bed and not touching you is going to sorely test my resolve, Penny…” Luke rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, then his face split into a grin. “But, I fully intend to start this relationship off on the right foot which means spoiling you like hell and giving my Chica whatever it is she wants. So, if you want a sleepover I will endure the torture of self-imposed celibacy, and a sleepover we will have,” Luke said, laughing down at her enthusiastic expression as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his face.

Penelope pressed her lips to his cheek, her stomach flipping and her heart galloping giddily in her chest. Relationship, the man said relationship. Maybe tonight would be even better than she could have ever hoped or planned!

With a chuckle, Luke continued reasoning with her. “But, there will be sleeping. We both need our rest, because we have a day date tomorrow and I want us to enjoy it to its full potential,” he said as he stood up, taking her by the hand and pulling her to her feet. Tilting her head back, he placed one final, scalding kiss on her lips. “So, why don’t you go get ready for bed. I’m gonna tidy up out here just a bit, and then I’ll join you,” Luke said, sending her out of the room with a playful slap on the butt.

Penelope walked towards her bathroom in a distracted daze. Luke, Mr. Cool and Composed who rarely revealed anything personal –who displayed few emotions other than determination and anger when on a case or teasing when giving her crap- was here in her apartment. And not only was he asking her out, he was showing her this playful, caring side she’d never imagined he had- at least directed towards a human and not his Roxy girl. But, oh! What was she thinking asking the man to sleep over! “Penelope Grace, you have lost your mind entirely,” she whispered to herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror before she quickly brushed her teeth.

Luke watched her walk away, profoundly happy with how well things were going. Walking to the kitchen sink, he shook his head. What are you thinking man? Sure, holding her in your arms all night is more than you dared hope for. And watching her face, soft and peaceful, in sleep and then witnessing her adorable sounds and expressions as she wakes in the morning will be worth the torture of holding his desire in check. And what torture that will be, because that woman has his blood set to a perpetual boil.

Penelope finished in the bathroom, removing her contacts and using the toilet quickly. She washed her hands, removed her makeup, and applied some fresh deodorant before moving into her bedroom. She raced around, tidying up the clothes she’d discarded earlier and hastily making the bed. Turning to the dresser, she perused her options of sleepwear- what would strike the perfect balance between alluring and comfortable? She didn’t want the man thinking she was inviting a romp between the sheets, but she also wanted something a little more flattering than her worn flannel PJ pants. A glimpse of purple caught her eye. Aaah, perfect! She got dressed, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and fluffed the pillows. Then, she laid down on the bed to wait for Luke.

In the kitchen, Luke rinsed off the dishes, loaded them into the dishwasher, and set the machine to wash. Then he turned and double-checked all the locks on the front door. Crossing the room, he turned off the lamp on the table next to the couch. Grabbing his go bag, he fished out his extra phone charger, toothbrush, and a pair of workout shorts. He removed his weapon, tucking it into the back of his waistband. Good thing he’d thought to leave my go bag in the living room as an excuse to return and have alone time with Penelope. He couldn’t have known he would need it, but he was glad to have clean clothes to wear tomorrow.

Unlocking his phone, he saw it was nearly 3 am. He looked up brunch places nearby, noting that the highest-rated choice served until 1pm on Saturdays and had an outdoor patio. Clicking through a few more tabs he made a few other arrangements for his date day with Penelope. He sent off a text, asking his dog walker if she could keep Roxy from tomorrow afternoon through Sunday morning. He and Penny would enjoy some family time with the dog for part of the day, but then they’d have some uninterrupted privacy that would maybe last until Sunday. “You surprised me Penny with this impromptu sleepover, and I’m going to surprise you tomorrow. I’m going to romance the socks off of you tomorrow, and this will be the best first date you’ve ever had. And maybe the last first date you ever have,” he silently mused.

Content with the plan shaping up for tomorrow, he headed to the bathroom. He stripped out of his clothes, pulling on the workout shorts. Finding Penelope’s toothpaste in the vanity drawer, her brushed his teeth. He relieved his bladder, washed his hands, and then switched off the light as he went. Exiting the bathroom, his phone and weapon in hand at his side, he crossed the hall. Stepping over to Penelope’s bedroom door, he knocked lightly. From inside, Penelope’s voice drifted over him, “Come on in, Luke.”

Luke opened the door, taking in his first sight of Penelope’s bedroom. “Welcome to my boudoir, lover,” she said. Penelope was laying on the bed, on top of the covers. She looked tantalizing, in a tight purple camisole and a pair of purple shorts edged in black lace. Luke exhaled heavily at the sight of her, here, in such an intimate setting. “Penny… you look…..” Luke groaned.

“My, my. Smooth talking, cool hand Luke is speechless. I suppose I have succeeded then,” Penelope said, stretching her arms above her head towards the headboard. She took in the sight of him standing in her room, shirtless in a pair of basketball shorts. Her gaze roamed over his sculpted chest, stomach and arms. Sex or no sex, she couldn’t believe he was sharing her bed tonight. “Well, I guess I might as well stop teasing you. I supposed I’ve had enough fun for one night without continuing to torture you. Come on over, don’t be shy,” she said, patting the space on the bed to her right.

Luke approached the bed slowly, his eyes still taking in the pale perfection of her skin revealed by the short shorts and the delicate straps and low neckline. Suddenly shy, he looked at Penny’s face. Dragging a hand across the back of his neck, he stammered, “Umm, would you… do you mind if… ugh, If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to sleep on the left side of the bed.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. She seemed surprised by his request. A ghost of a smirk flitted across her face. “So, the first time I invite you to spend the night and you’re already expecting me to rearrange my life for you, Alvez? What would you say if I told you that I also prefer to sleep on the left, and since it is my bed you will just have to compromise and take the right side?” Penelope asked, her voice mockingly stern.

Luke set down next to Penelope on the edge of the bed, facing her. He placed a hand on hers, and looked her intently in the eye. “Penny,” he said, his voice quiet. “There will be plenty of time for conversations about rearranging our lives and compromise, accommodating each other and working through the challenges we face. But the reason I want to sleep on the left has nothing to do with any preference. I’m asking you to take the right side of the bed and allow me to sleep on the left because that is the side closest to the door. I’d rather be between it and you, just in case. You can say no, but I will sleep a whole lot better if I know that I’m between you and the door, between you and any danger. Old habit from my Ranger days, and it might seem silly to you but I did just find out that you were shot ya know,” he said. He stared at her face, hoping she wouldn’t be offended by his overly protective instincts or, worse, find his cautiousness irrational or irritating.

He was unprepared for the force with which she threw herself into his arms. Penelope pulled him close, her arms rubbing his back and her face pressed into his chest. “Oh Luke, of course. I’m sorry, I never even considered that. Of course after all you’ve experienced you would be concerned about security. And here I am, insensitively mocking you when you’re being protective, you wonderful man. I’m sorry. Ya know, even with all we see, even after I was shot, I still let my guard down. I feel so safe here at home, especially with you and Roxy here. But I shouldn’t take that for granted,” Penelope mumbled against his chest. She leaned back, looking intently into his eyes, and then tenderly placed her lips on his.

The kiss they shared was sweet and tender, and when they broke apart a minute later, Penelope scooted up, pulling the comforters and sheet down so that she could crawl beneath them. She slid to the right side of the King bed, making room for Luke to join her. He turned, plugged his cellphone in next to hers and set the alarm. Then he tucked his firearm under the pillow, before laying down next to Penelope. She reached over, pressing a button on the remote that turned off the main light.

In the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in the window and the tiny gold twinkle lights above the bed, Luke lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, looking at her. He took in how long her eyelashes looked up close. He marveled at the way her blonde tresses curled over the pillow and her shoulders. Reaching out, he brushed the back of his hand against the soft curling strands. He appreciated the long line of her throat, revealed by the ponytail- a look she rarely wore. He leaned down, and pressed the most tender kisses to her shoulder, neck, cheek, forehead, and finally, to her perfect, rosy lips.

“Good night, and sweet dreams Chica,” he said, caressing the side of her face. He settled down next to her, pulling her against him. Penelope turned towards him, tucking one hand under her pillow, and placing the other flat against his chest. He reached across her, pulling her even closer against him so their hips met. They fit together as if they had been made for each other. Draping his arm across her waist, tucking her head below his chin, he closed his eyes and listened to her breathing. Within just a few moments, her breathing had settled into a steady rhythm indicating that she was sound asleep. Closing his eyes, he soon drifted off to sleep himself.

#criminalminds #criminalmindsfanfic garvez #Garvez #luke x penelope

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jakefletcher · 6 years

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“Just need to replace this here patch of the roof that rotted...”

As Ela came up to the tavern, Jake was nowhere in sight. One thing quickly came into her field of view though - namely a chunk of a rotten board that flew off the roof, followed by Jake's voice. As was to be expected - it was a song, and as was to be expected - badly out of tune. Often the only way Jake knew how to sing, though it never stopped him from doing it. To be fair however if he wanted - he could sing rather well if there was musical accompaniment, but this was not the case as the only rhythm to add to his singing was the sound of loud hammering. "There was an ol' farmer that lived by the rock, He sat in the meadow, shakin' his ... Hand at the boys by the creek, With their feet in the water and hands on their ... Marbles and playthings and in days of yore, There came a youn' gal who looked like a ..." "Jake!" - Ela called out to him, looking up, though keeping her distance for fear of another chunk of wood flyin' off from above. - "Jake, what are you doing up there?" Grinning face peeked out over the edge, smudge of dirt on Jake's forehead as he grinned wider - "Well, hey there, doll. What's shakin'?" - he winked at the woman - "Just tearin' off a piece of a rotted roof here, what else." "What's wrong with the roof?" "Well, remember i told ya earlier there was stuff fallin' off the ceilin'? I figured why. Patch of the roof rotted here, gotta get rid of what's gone and replace it to cover up the hole." "How bad of a hole is it?" "Ain't bad yet, but about to get maybe four feet in diameter, give or take once i get rid of all that's rotted away up here." "Anything i can help with?" "Sure. Ya can keep the general morale of the troops up. Unless ya got any experience with roofin'." "Not that i know of. But i'm a hell of a painter!" "Darlin', this here looks like a lawn that ain't noone mowed. Ever. Ain't sure there's any point paintin'" - he smirked. "I meant in your house, you goof. If you want." 'Nah, got a paintin' in my house already." - Jake let out a small laugh, meaning the painting of a woman in a bikini that was at the house when he bought it and chose to keep. For obvious reasons - "I named 'er Lucy." Ela decided to give up on that particular conversation and just shook her head, though not hiding the smile she had on. Instead she held up a pie she brought for Jake. One sure way to mold him into any shape, pie - "I'll just put this inside, hold on." "Bad idea, love. Hole in the roof, stuff fallin' down, y' know. Scenario where shit's bound to happen and all." "Good idea." - she nodded, heading to the house instead to set the pie on the kitchen table and coming back. "Actually if you're so set on helpin', y' can come up here and take what i tore off so far away. Just toss it off the roof to the back of the place. Buncha crap there already anyhow." - he tossed down the end of the rope for Ela to climb up. Thankfully Ela chose to wear pants that day and climbing didn't pose as much of a challenge as it would while wearing a skirt and soon she was over the edge, getting to her feet and dusting her hands off as she looked at the roof, picking up the pieces of old wood and taking them away. "Them clothes 'onna get soiled, doll." - Jake called after her. "Well, you could have told me to go change, Not taking them off now." - she replied with a grin to match Jake's own. "What part of "Removin' a rotted piece a' this here roof" sounded like a clean job to ya, darlin'?" - Jake retorted, unable to keep from smirking - "Shoulda changed when y' had the chance." Picking the hammer up again and beginning to smash away at the old boards, tossing splintered wood nearby for Ela to pick up, Jake resumed his song, though didn't get past one verse as a loud crack only left him enough time to look up, adding "Ah, shi..." before he disappeared. Not by magic, though, but simply by falling through the now larger hole as the portion of the roof he was on gave way under him as he took a tumble into the tavern, hitting the boat that was hanging off the rafters on the way down. Who hung the boat there and why - was a mystery, and it was there when Jake bought the place. It was however likely what kept the patch of roof that was rotten from caving in, as the keel of the boat sort of propped the roof up. Which MIGHT have been why the boat was actually even there to begin with, seeing how it was a good twenty-minute walk to the river, and who the hell hangs a boat on the rafters in a tavern, anyhow? But you get a bunch of drunk dwarves together, and hey - if that is why the boat was there, it likely seemed like a good idea at the time. Whatever the case was - Jake successfully made it all the way down as Ela slid down the rope and rushed inside the tavern, calling Jake's name. "Are you alright? Jake? Say something!" - she shook him by the shoulders, relieved now as he finally groaned and sat up, shaking his head and blinking. "Hell's bells. I'm alright, i'm alright. Just couple bruises, is all." - he replied, even smirking and got to his feet, looking up at the hole that was now considerably larger than four feet, though was partially covered by the boat suspended from the ceiling by the ropes and pulleys. "Great. Gonna have to order more wood now." - he grumbled, rubbing his butt. One of the places that had a bruise on it. "Guess now you can call the place "Leaky Roof Tavern" - Ela laughed suddenly. "Hardy-har-har..." - Jake stuck his tongue out at the woman, then snickering in turn - "Y' know what, i WILL! And i'll tell y' somethin' else. I won't even bother fixin' the roof." Ela stopped laughing and blinked at him, somewhat puzzled by that statement, now beginning to think Jake might have hit his head when he landed on the floor - "What ...?" "Serious. Here's what i'm 'onna do. I'll pull that boat up higher, sorta plug the hole with it, and then what gaps there left - i'll seal up with pitch. Or maybe tar. Then toss some dirt up on the roof, since it's a damn garden up there anyhow and let the grass do the rest of the job." - he laughed. Despite laughing however it was pretty clear to them both that it was exactly what he was thinking of doing, and, knowing Jake - he already made his mind up on that - "So, now that i made this place mine and feel completely at home - care for a glass of wine to celebrate? Y' know, now that there's a name and all..."

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Getting A Job #part 1

I rubbed my eye while I opened the door to the living room. I heard some relieved sounds before I looked at my brothers on the couch, enjoying their Sunday with paperwork, online shopping and watching T.V. “Good morning” I yawned, stretching my arms above my head. Damn, I was starving. My stomach had been making whale noises the entire night. I should have grabbed a snack, but I was too lazy to walk to the kitchen. “It is one in the afternoon” Nii-san spoke up. His voice sounded judgemental, but maybe I was just hungry. I poured myself a glass of milk. “That is early...I should have stayed in bed” I leaned over the kitchen island so I could still look at him. “What time did you go to bed?” “Three...maybe four in the morning” I said, leaning my head on the table. I could fall asleep here again if I wanted. “What were you doing so late at night?” Shisui asked. His nose was in the papers and I couldn’t be more grateful I didn’t apply for law-school. The work seems incredibly boring. “Well?” He turned his head to look at me; recalling my nightly events...I decided to not answer and chuck down this entire glass of milk. There was a silence in the room. “Do you sense that?” Madara looked at Izuna. “You mean the shame or the embarrassment?” Izuna asked before high-fiving Madara. Yup…I was still drinking my milk. “The glass is empty...it has been empty for twenty seconds now” Obito was looking over his magazine. Now I had to put the glass down, but I didn’t want to. “Otouto” Itachi shook his head slightly, “It is extremely normal around your age to have needs...sexually-” I lowered my glass before knitting my eyebrows. 1. Why is my brother forgetting I am an adult and I not a pre-teen? 2. Was he seriously going to mention this in front of everyone?! “I bet he used the remote control butt plug sex toy 30 speed vibration G spot prostate massager for adult men” Izuna whispered, “Which he, by the way, does not want to lend me-” “With good reason” Shisui gave Izuna a disturbed look. “I am very clean!” He shouted. “Guys…” I finally put the glass down. “I was watching Voltron Legendary Defenders season three, it aired yesterday, the reason why I was up all night was because I wanted to rewatch season one and two before binge watching three” “What did we even expect?” Madara commented, “It is Sasuke for God’s sake” “Sasukes’ are special species on the earth” I said. I grabbed some cornflakes before sitting down next to Obito, leaning my back against his side. I took my first spoonful of cereal. “I happened to know season three was aired on the fourth of August, liar” I gasped, causing me to to choke in the cornflakes. I coughed loudly, gasping for air. I know my priority was supposed to be the clear my airway and breath...but mine was not spilling my Dinobites cornflakes on the rug. I managed to clear my airway and I immediately turned my head to Obito. “Your last word to me was going to be ‘liar’...” I shook my head, “You are a monster” Obito has this small smile on his face, shaking his head while his eyes were still glued on the stupid magazine. Oh no, wait...it was a comic. What a surprise. I grabbed my Dinobites and sat on the coffee table near Izuna instead. “Hey, Sasuke” Shisui suddenly spoke up. “I swear I was going to wear pants, but I spilled toothpaste on it and my closet was all the way on the other side of my room-” “That is not it, princess” He said. I looked up and I did not like the way Itachi and Shisui exchanged looks. It was like they had a telepathic conversation and I exactly knew what they are thinking. “You tell him” Itachi indicated with his head to me. “No, you tell him” Shisui’s eyes widened. “Why do I always have to be the mean parent? You tell him!” Itachi raised an arrogant eyebrow. “Because I am the nice one and this was your idea!” Shisu frowned. “Stop yelling at me!” Now Itachi was frowning. “You started!” Shisui rolled his eyes. “Stop it!” Nii-san narrowed his eyes They both turned their heads away, taking deep breaths before looking at one another again. Their telepathic conversation continued. “It is for his own good, I mean, come on, he woke up in the middle of the day” Itachi cocked his head after indicating to the clock with his eyes. “I know, I know, pfft...watching Voltron all night? That is a hard sell, I swear I heard buzzing from inside his room” Now Shisui had the arrogant look in his eyes. “We cannot have our little brother do nothing but mastrubate all night and sleep in all day, I mean...he could turn into Madara...” Itachi indicated to Madara with his eyes. “You are right, besides, an internship at a lawfirm? A lot of students are dying for that, it would be really good on his resume too and he might get interested in law” Shisui looked relieved. “Same with the hospital, we are giving him an opportunity that people his age are dying for, it will also stop him from wasting his vacation like this” Itachi did too. “Oh no” I spoke up, causing both of them to look at me in shock. “You guys want me to do an internship at either the hospital or law firm” Both of them seemed shocked before looking at one another and then back at me. “It is very good opportunity-” “No, I don’t want to do it, I hate paper work and people are gross” I stated. “Sasuke” Shit was serious when Itachi called my name. “You are eighteen years old, you are sitting in a shirt, eating dinosaur shaped cornflakes...pantsless...I am honestly not even sure if you are wearing underwear right now, and honestly…I am afraid to ask” “Don’t be because I am 100% sure I am wearing-” I stopped talking before sitting up and looking in my shirt, alright I take words back, “Uhm…no comment…” “Natural lawyer!” Shisui had this innocent smile on his face while he pointed at me. “But I am still not doing the internship, I am not going to be your personal paralegal going through 1000 pages books just to find loopholes so some billionaires won’t have to pay a fine for sexual harassment” “But...we would be a great duo during settlements, it can get very heated-” “Shisui, if the settlement doesn’t become an epic rap battle, I am not interested” I looked at my dinobite cornflakes “And neither do I want to clean piss and puke from the floors or stick my hand in some old person’s butt to get their crap out” “What?!” Everybody gave Itachi a disgusting look. “No, no...those were punishments, you would be in the emergency room with me, you will be learning and observing and I will teach you how draw blood and put people on intravenous therapy and stitch wounds-” “Nah, nah and nah” I took a bite from my cornflakes. “Well, no is not an option” Itachi said with a strict voice. “You are teaching me some weird stuff, Nii-san” I raised an eyebrow. “You cannot isolate yourself from the world and stay in your room all day” Shisui defended Itachi. “But…this is my world” I put on my puppy face, maybe they would give me a break. “You start monday, you can either go to work with Shisui or me” Itachi folded his arm, “Please choose me” He whispered. “Can I go with Madara?” I asked. “Nice” Madara commented, “We can go to the movies and then-” “No!” Both Shisui and Itachi said at the same time. “Do I get paid for the internship?” I asked. “Uhm...I gave you a fifty” Shisui said. “Bribery! I give 200 and I will pay for lunch everyday” Itachi tried persuading me. “No, no, no...we are teaching him about the real world” Shisui said to Itachi before looking at me. “No, you will not be paid for your internship” “I will still pay for lunch-” Itachi hissed in pain when Shisui hit him in the stomach. “An internship and not even getting paid…pfff…I’d rather take real job then, at least I get money” I turned my head to Izuna. “They are looking for strippers-” Madara stopped talking when a throw pillow was thrown at his face. “You wanna get a job?” Itachi had this mocking look on his face. “Yeah, I will do something and it pays...better than a crappy internship” I said. “Hey, the diner you saved from getting robbed is looking for waiters, they owe you anyway” Izuna said. “Then it’s settled, I’ll take that job” I said, getting up. “Excuse me when I enjoy my dinobites in peace” I walked to the kitchen. “He is really not wearing underwear” Izuna commented. “Is that really a surprise?” Shisui asked. “At least he is not naked…” Itachi commented. “Half-naked...you still fail 50%” Madara added. “Come on guys...how much does he have to hide anyway?” Obito commented and now the was laughter in the room...damn siblings were savages. Oxoxoxo So I took the job at the diner. I immediately got it because not only does the chef have a crush on me. I also saved that place from a robbery once. Izuna was right. They owed me. However, if I have to be completely honest the days I had spend in this dinner WERE FUCKING BORING! I either had the night shift or the early morning shift. All I did was give people free coffee and occasionally customers came in to order some food. Mostly people working long shifts in the hospital. It was one in the morning when I was standing behind the counter. I stopped listening to the radio in this place because they always played the same songs. The only people here was...one old person that possibly had Alzheimer's. Two nurses and three teens that looked like a bunch of drug dealers. At least in the emergency room you see actually things that were exciting. If I were with Shisui we would probably have ordered sushi while working on some case. I sighed. It was too late now anyway. I couldn’t let them be right...Besides I am two weeks in. I sat down behind the counter and yawned. “Oh look at my hard working little brother” I looked up annoyed seeing Itachi walk in with Konan. They sat down at the bar table, across from me. “Nii-san” I said, “I am enjoying myself…” “You almost fell asleep” Itachi said, leaning on the counter. “So your shift ended? Coffee?” I asked. “No-” “No is not an option” I said, looking directly into my Nii-san’s eyes. “You taught him that?” Konan asked. “No...noo~ Stop twisting my words, otouto” He glared at me. Oh, I loved when I stabbed him in the back with his own knife. I put two cups of coffee down. “You know what happened in th E.R?” Itachi asked, “Me and an intern saved a man from a heart attack, that could have been you, otouto, by my side...eating a victory cupcake” “Who needs cupcakes when you can get sausage” “Ooohhhhhh~” Konan looked at Itachi. “No, he means actual sausages, not dick” “Oh…” Her joyful mood changed. “Yeah, Nagato and I have a bet on who will take your virginity” “What is the bet?” I asked. “If your first time is with Naruto, Nagato gets twenty bucks, if your first time is anybody else...I get twenty bucks” Konan said. “...wow…” I shook my head, “You guys want to order something?” I asked. “Nah, I just came here to see how you were doing” Itachi said. “To see if you were right...” I corrected him before shaking my head, “This is the greatest job, niisan! Nothing to do and free sausage...and this time I am talking about Kevin” “Kevin?” Itachi frowned at the unfamiliar name. “I am Kevin” A head appeared from behind the window that showed the kitchen. “The waiter/chef, remember from the robbery?” “Oh, the cute chubby one” Itachi said, “Aww, he is adorable” “If that was Naruto you would have stabbed him...twice” I said. I can’t believe my brother was such a hypocrite...wait...I do believe that. “Nah, I like Kevin, you should go out with Kevin, how about a double date with Suké and me-” “No, Nii-san, Kevin is just my co-worker” “You still want that sausage?” He shouted from the kitchen. “Yeah!” I said and not even a few seconds later he handed me sausage on a fork. I grabbed it and turned back to my brother. “Best. Job. Ever” I said, taking a bite from the sausage. “Damn...why did I go to medschool?” Konan muttered in an genuinely regretful tone. “You know what they say, right?” Konan indicated to the kitchen...I guess she meant Kevin. “Once you go…~hmmhmmhmm~...you never go back” I narrowed my eyes. “Crack? Wack? Stack? Slack? Pack? Snack?” I tried to fill the gap, but seems Konan had given up to me. “That makes no sense, Kevin is a chef, he makes me snacks all the time, like this sausage” “...Itachi, how do you live with such ignorance in your life?” “...I just do” He sighed. “Well, I am going home, I’ll see you at seven?” He leaned over the counter to kiss my cheek. “Yes, seven” I said, waving quickly at them before continuing eating the sausage. Damn, I hated this job. The sausage was great though. A man walked in the dinner. Looking rather shady. He sat down at the bar table. “You want some coffee?” I asked, still eating the sausage. “Yes” He said, taking his sunglasses off. I put a mug down in front of him before pouring coffee in it. “There you go, here is a menu, tell me when you want to order anything” “Thank you...you are...cute” He said while knitting his eyebrows, “How old are you? 16?” “I am 18...and even though I appreciate being called cute, I prefer sexy” I sighed leaning against the counter. “Why is that?” The man asked. “It is just that I am an adult and everyone still sees me as a baby, my brothers, I have five older brothers, they are all so good looking and I am just...me…” I shook my head. I realized being sleepy makes me talk a lot to strangers. “Owh...honey” He said, “Cute gets you places” “I don’t really care about being sexy anyway, my daddy taught me to be strong in this world, I mean, sure...he died when I was fourteen and he did made me fight against trained men twice my size...but I learned things none of my brothers can, God bless him, I miss him...sometimes I wonder how he used to smell...but then I open a bottle of scotch and it bring me back to him” “Wow, you are perfect” He said. I raised an eyebrow. What did I say? I don’t even remember? I just babbled. The man looked around him before leaning in. “Are you looking to make some easy money?” He asked. “Easy money? How much are we talking because I am making 7.35 bucks an hours and I work 6 hours a day, 3 days a week “ “Oh boy, are you up for a treat” He grabbed a card from his pocket and gave it to me. “Meet me at the address Monday at noon” He said. “...oh, I’m not a prostitute...but say if I were, how much?” I asked. “It is not prostitution?” “Oh...did I mention I can pole dance?” The man gave me a weird look. “You will see, but the pay is very high” He said. I gasped. “Am I a hitman?” I whispered. “Boy, you should be so happy you got that ass because your brain ain’t getting you nowhere” He said. ===Thanks for edited @failureoftheyear===

#sasuke uchiha #fanfiction #part 1

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wildernessuntothemselves · 7 years

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Good Boys Likes Bad Girls (Part 4)

Summary: Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you. Word Count: 6.6k Kinks Included In This Chapter: toy use- cum play- exhibitionism (You know shit’s about to hit the fan when I use a gif of a crying Taehyung this close to the story’s ending lol. Gif credit)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Final Part The two young lovers were tangled in each other's arms, their moans of ecstasy, as well as the slapping sounds of their coupling, fill the room. They were finally in each other's arms after the long anticipation. They were finally together and rejoicing in each other's flesh. "I knew you'd love this, pet." You chuckle in Taehyung's ears, tearing his faithful eyes away from the laptop screen and making a shiver run down his spine. "I chose them specifically for you." On his laptop screen, an amateur porn video was playing. It was one of a series of videos made by a real life couple and you were currently making Taehyung watch them, with a vibrating butt plug stuffed up his ass and a wand vibrator on his penis controlled manually by you. You were sitting behind him on the floor of your room, close but barely touching him, only your nipples occasionally grazing his back as you whisper filthy delicious things in his ear. "Look at them, they're in love. That's why she's letting him do all those things to her." You taunt him, focusing the wand vibrator on his tip and he arches up into it. "And it's why you'll never get to do anything like that to me."

Taehyung looks back to the screen longingly, watching them fucking roughly but a loving kiss here and a tender touch there reveals the love underlying their obvious physical lust. Taehyung watches them with envy, noticing how the girl always chased after her lover's touch, asking him to worship her body, telling him how amazing he feels, staring lovingly into his eyes, all things that you've never done.

"You could have that, you know? If you weren't such a stupid boy." Taehyung's breath stills, his moans of frustration immediately silenced as he waits for you to explain how. "You're intelligent, good looking, belong to a good family, and pretty soon you'll amass a small fortune, I'm sure of it. You could easily score a nice, pretty girl who has never fucked anyone before."

Taehyung deflates. He thought you were actually going to inform him of a magical way you could be together like that couple on the screen. He never learns.

You continue on unbothered, "You could go with her on cheesy amusement park dates or you could crank the cheesiness to nauseating levels and take her to a fucking dog cafe, she'd love it. And your parents would be so happy that you're dating a girl like her and they would nag you every day about marrying her already and you eventually would after finishing college. And you'd have a huge pretty wedding filled with people who would pretend to be there to celebrate your nuptials but they're actually there to have free drinks and judge everything from what the bride is wearing to how their free fucking chicken tastes."

You drag the vibrator down from the tip of his penis to his balls, running it back and forth over them and Taehyung struggles to concentrate on your words. "And soon enough you would be leaving the reception with your new wife and you'd carry her bridal style through the front door and she'd think that everything that night had been perfect so she'd let you finally stick your dick in her as she lies there and let you clumsily fuck her, thinking of all the little brats you're soon gonna have."

You growl into his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth and biting it. "You could have all that but you choose to be here at my mercy, pining after my love even though you know you're never going to get it. You're such a fucking masochist."

"That's not what I want. I only want you." Taehyung's voice is scratchy from all the moans you had torn out of his throat earlier.

"Why?" You ask but he doesn't reply. So you ask again, and again he remains silent. Irritated, you reach for his sensitive cock and give it a few yanking strokes, "I asked you a question, pet."

Taehyung writhes in your arms but says in a dead-serious tone, "You wouldn't like the answer."

You stop your strokes and Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief, his precum leaking all over your frozen hand. Wouldn't like the answer? What does that mean? You were fatally curious now but your survival instinct told you to let it go so you did.

"In any case, you're not completely stupid to be here. After all, how could such a pure girl satisfy your sickness? I don't think you'd even be able to bear the shame of telling her. She'd never accept you. Know this, no one in this world would accept you other than me, pet." You threaten, pushing yourself up against his back and sliding your free hand around his waist possessively.

"I know." He breathes.

"Good boy." You hum, closing your eyes and simply sitting there, stroking your hand over his tummy. You feel his warmth seep into your cold body and you cling to him like a parasite, pressing your cheek against his back, your short hair tickling him, and listening to the constant buzz of the vibrators and the stuttering breaths of Taehyung.

You don't know how long you stayed like that for Taehyung stopped any and all of his moans in the fear that it would make you move away, but soon enough his own body betrayed him. The ripples started off gently enough, just slight shivers once in a while but they eventually crowded together and added up to one violent continuous shudder that spoke of his great need for release.

You finally open your eyes and press a kiss to his shoulder blade, making Taehyung sigh in defeat. Your lips travel slowly up his back, stopping to leave a lingering kiss on his neck that had him keening before you reach his ear. "You've been really good today, baby. Where do you wanna cum?"

You slip the hand that was on his waist up to his shaft, and the last residual shreds of the previous moment fading away. "On yourself or on me? But remember, you'll have to lick it off if you choose me." Taehyung doesn't hesitate, "Your mouth, please." "Sly little puppy, you chose the one place you can't eat it off of." Taehyung mumbles, blushing deeply. "No, I didn't mean to. I chose it because... I thought it would be hot." "Of course you thought it would be hot. Seeing your cum filling my mouth that has been bossing you around for so long... it would be a vision for you, my darling."

You smack his thigh, telling him to get up. He stands up over you, his dick mere inches from your face, and you take the two vibrators away, leaving him empty and wanting. "Go on, baby."

You look up at him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out expectantly. Taehyung's hand moves over himself swiftly and it doesn't take him more than three strokes to come undone. How could it when you were kneeling there waiting for his cum?

The thick white ropes shoot out of his head, landing messily on the lower portion of your face, covering your chin and dribbling down your neck but mostly collecting in a pool over your outstretched tongue that eventually overflows and starts dripping on the floor.

When he can’t give you any more, you wiggle your tongue around, showing him all that you've collected then you retract your tongue back into your mouth and swallow. Taehyung stares in an aroused disbelief at your sealed lips. If the world was ending right now, Kim Taehyung wouldn't give a shit.

You give a lazy smirk before you open your mouth again, revealing the pool of semen still lying there. Taehyung gives you a little pout at having tricked him. You just smirk wider and get up, putting your hands on his shoulder and pushing down until he's the one kneeling down in front of you. You hold his jaw in your hand and dig your fingers into his cheeks, silently telling him to open his mouth. He picks up on your intention quickly and opens his mouth wide, half closing his eyes as you lean down towards his face.

You stop a few inches from his face then you open your mouth in the shape of a tiny O and let the stream of his cum fall from between your lips and into his waiting mouth, all while he's watching you through his half-lidded eyes.

When the entire thing is transferred from your mouth to his, he opens his eyes fully again and waits for your command. "I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now." You swipe the little bits of cum that fell on his chin and push them back between his pillowy lips, keeping your two fingers in his mouth, "Swallow, love."

You eyes roll into the back of your skull when you feel his tongue push your fingers upwards and his throat sucks on them as he swallows. You pull your fingers out and drag them over his lips and up to his cheek, smearing the little amount of cum that was still stuck to them over his face.

"Absolutely beautiful." You breathe.

The room is filled with the scents of vanilla and coconut, scents that haven't swirled in its melancholic air for years until Taehyung came along. The source of the pleasant smell originated from your short disheveled hair, smoothed down by the generous amounts of conditioner that Taehyung had insisted on buying you.

It was pleasant, yes, but it burned your nose all the same. Does a dog care if you shower him in rose water and spray him with lavender? No, and like a dog, your instincts screamed at you to throw yourself in the dirt and roll around in it until you smell like yourself again but you resist.

You had a hand twisted in the hair at the nape of Taehyung's neck and the other one softly massaging his scalp as he sits there between your legs at the head of the bed, humming contentedly. Almost purring, really.

These "romantic" sessions have increased in frequency greatly these past few weeks since prom. You don't really know why, but somewhere along the way they stopped feeling like a way of punishing Taehyung and that scared the crap out of you but you couldn't stop.

The question that had piqued your interest a while ago shoots back into your mind and you can't push it down again, but this time you decide to take another approach to getting an answer, taking advantage of Taehyung's vulnerable state.

"Where do you want to go after you graduate?"

"I don't know," Taehyung answers mindlessly, too absorbed in your actions to really think about it.

"Don't act coy now, hun. You must have a million exciting plans up your sleeve." You prod.

"Does it matter? I'll just end up doing what you want anyway."

"And you've just surrendered yourself to that?"

Taehyung doesn't reply for a second and you think you've lost him again but then he speaks up, "___, I know all about your plans to take me down. I see more than you think I do."

Your hand stills in his hair and you're shocked by the still fond tone of his voice even more than you're shocked by the revelation. "That still doesn't answer my question. What do you want?"

He turns to face you, holding the hands that have been stroking his hair in between his own. He studies you for a moment, deciding if he should just say what's on his mind or attempt to keep the illusion of your slow destruction of him alive... "I want to go anywhere but here."

"What are you talking about, pup? Everyone loves you here. You're a rock star."

He snorts, "You mean my parents love having a prodigy for a son. They just love living through me, making me slave away to achieve what they couldn't when they were my age, never even caring about how I feel. The important thing is that people know how much better I am than their kids. You think any of the other parents love me? No, they despise me for making their kids look bad. They smile to my face and pray for my fall behind my back."

"And the kids? They are nice enough to me but that's it. I have no friends because no one wants to be friends with the nerd who their parents always compare them to." Your heart skips a beat. Even though he wasn't talking specifically about you, it still felt like you were being called out. Taehyung was remarkably intuitive and you suddenly feel like you were laid bare in front of him all this time.

So this is what you were? One of the many people who hated him for being someone he was forced to be. You felt yourself cowering in shame, unable to meet his eyes for the first time ever. Taehyung cups your cheek tenderly, making you look at him.

"So you can do what you want to me. I won't fight you. It wouldn't be as fun that way, I know. Sorry for that." He lowers his eyes in apology.

You couldn't hear this anymore, couldn't stand to be in his presence anymore. You had been doing all of this for justice, a sick demented form of justice but justice nonetheless. After all, why should someone have everything while another person had nothing? Why should he be praised and loved while you were hated and despised? You had wanted to prove that you can be equals, even if your way of going about it was to bring him down to your level instead of rising to his, but now you could see that you never were his equal and you never will be.

Taehyung sees the change in your demeanor and hurries to calm you down, "Hey, don't go soft on me now."

"Why are you letting me do this to you?" The question crosses your mind for the first time ever. You had always just chalked it up to a kink of his, treating him as a one-dimensional character in your story. You never saw him as a real person with real emotions and drives.

"Because you're the one who sees me for who I really am, a rotten fraud. When I'm with you, all my walls are stripped away and I'm exposed for the scum that I am. I don't have to pretend in front of you."

You rip his hands off of you, laughing incredulously. "You're not rotten! You're not a fraud! You're the most pure and good person there is in this whole ugly town. Oh god, how could I have been so wrong?!"

You press the heels of your hands to your temples trying to stop the world from spinning out of control around you. You are an evil bitch. You had spent all this time hating this poor guy and blaming everything on him that you never even stopped to think how irrational that was. It wasn't his fault your father treated you like shit, and now that you knew just how much he was suffering, how lowly he thought of himself and how you've helped him feed into that...

What you were doing to Taehyung was the exact same thing your father was doing to you. You are as much of a monster as he is... oh god...

"Taehyung, I need to be alone for a while, will you leave, puppy?" You can't keep the shaking out of your lips when you say the words and Taehyung absolutely freaks out.

"Please, ___, don't send me away. I know I was being selfish for telling you this but I needed to get it off my chest and I didn't think it would be that bad. Just forget about everything I said. I won't speak of it anymore, I promise." Taehyung pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not upset with you, puppy. You did nothing wrong. You never did anything wrong. You're an angel. I just need a little space to breathe that's all." "I'm not a fucking angel! You've been so good to me. You've taken me in when no one else would and you've given me so much and after all that I just repaid you with betrayal." Taehyung sobs. If you were in your right mind you would've stopped the boy and asked him to explain himself but your mind couldn't focus on what the boy was saying when your entire belief system and sense of justice was being called into question, just chalking it up to misplaced guilt. You tried numerous times to get him out of your room so you could sit down and reevaluate everything but he just would not leave so, in the end, you just gave up and let him stay. You hid away under your covers and he curled up at the foot of your bed facing the human shaped elevation in the covers that shielded you from his gaze.

The next day Taehyung reluctantly leaves to go to school but you stay in. He tried to stay in with you but you adamantly refused, telling him that if he skips school they would call his house and ask if he is alright, and that would only lead to trouble. He still wasn't happy about it but he finally agreed to leave. You had the whole morning to yourself to think before Taehyung comes rushing back to your window after school is over, but you couldn't think at all. Your whole mind's infrastructure was in ruins and you couldn't process a single thought so you just laid there on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the deafening silence inside your desolate mind and only getting up to go to the bathroom and then quickly slumping back onto your bed. Taehyung came by sometime later and tried to speak to you but all you could hear was an indistinguishable muffled noise that drowned out the buzzing silence of your mind. You observed the strange wild expressions on his face, brows scrunching hard, eyes wide and flitting about, mouth opening and closing with force, and finally registered them as panic. He was terrified by your irresponsiveness. You wrap your hands around his neck, bringing him down to you and holding him in a loose embrace. You press your lips to his ear and he shivers, "Hush, puppy, quiet down now." Your run your hand up and down his back, humming a lullaby you had forgotten the words to, trying to calm yourself down more than him. You spend your days like that for another week. You would go to school and pretend to be your normal selves in front of other people then you'd head home followed shortly by Taehyung. You'd lie on your bed softly caressing the boy in your arms and watching him as if seeing him for the first time. Bit by bit, the ruins that became your mind cleared away to give way to new structures, a new city of thought that looked more gently on Taehyung. His warmth surrounds you and you subconsciously curl yourself up around him protectively, asking yourself how you could have ever thought to harm such an innocent creature? How you could've ever doubted his intentions?

On Tuesday of the next week, Taehyung apologized and bowed out of spending the day with you as has become your ritual, saying that he had important family matters to attend to. You gave him your permission, after all the amount of time you have been spending with him lately was unusual and it wasn't like you thought you would be able to carry on doing that for long, but as you laid there in your bed without his familiar warmth, you realized just how much you were already missing it. A flash of light catches your attention and you pick up your phone expecting to see a text from Taehyung but your smile drops and annoyance crosses your features when you see Jungkook's name instead. You were about to ignore his texts when you catch Taehyung's name in one of his texts. Isn't this Taehyung? You really should keep a tighter leash on loverboy. Tsk I thought you were smarter than that. Jungkook sent an image. Your palms turn sweaty and your heart jumps up to lodge itself in your throat. You forcefully swallow it back down and open the messages, the sight of the image Jungkook sent you greeting you first thing. In it were two people kissing, a guy and a girl. Their faces weren't very clear because of the zoom in and how only their profiles were showing but you had no doubt in your mind that they were Taehyung and Nayeon. Another message comes in and slightly displaces the image upwards. I'll be in front of your house in 10 minutes to pick you up. I know you would want to see this in person ;)

Stupid foolish girl, that's what you are. You let Kim Taehyung trick you into thinking he actually cared for you when all he wanted was a girl who would do to him all that he wanted while he went out with another girl who he wouldn't be embarrassed to actually be seen with. They looked like a picture perfect couple, Taehyung's classic handsomes complementing Nayeon's quirky prettiness. He had his arm wrapped naturally around her shoulder, her long hair falling in rivulets around them as she laughs at something he said. When the laughs switch to comfortable and inviting silence, Nayeon reaches a hand out to brush Taehyung's hair out of his eyes so she can look at him better. You imagine you could see his cheeks flushing from where you stood frozen in the middle of the cafe as he averts his eyes and looks around in bashfully. This is what love looks like, easy embraces and meaningful looks that sometimes can get so intense in their softness that you just have to look away... not whip lashes against sensitive skin and pleads for release. Yes, you could see it now. Kim Taehyung was using you. But if he had been lying to you all this time, why did he look like he was face to face with his very own grim reaper now that he's finally spotted you? You don't wait around for an answer and instead turn on your heels and flee the cafe, yanking Jungkook behind you and ignoring Taehyung's choked shouts of your name. You make it as far as the car before he catches up with you, "___, it's not what it looks like." He cringes at the cliched words and decides to forsake any prologue and jump right into explaining himself. "I had to go out with Nayeon. My parents saw you that day at my house and they had already been suspicious of all those times I would just disappear for a while now. The called the library and the people I would claim to be with and realized that I was lying to them about my whereabouts, and they even saw one of your messages to me and confronted me about it."

"Luckily I don't have your name saved and the message didn't say anything too incriminating so I just told them it was Nayeon texting me. They seemed so willing to buy into that so I just went along with it and told them that that's who I have been spending all my time with. They were ecstatic about it and they dropped the case but only after making me provide evidence for it." The words were jumbled together and nearly indecipherable as Taehyung rushed to get them all out before you decided you've had enough and left. "So I had to ask Nayeon out. I had to make it as public as possible that I was dating her so my parents would really believe it. I wanted to tell you, I really did but after the whole thing with prom, I was so afraid of how you were gonna react." "So you decided to lie to me?" You ask coldly. "I didn't-" You interrupt him, "How long has this been going on?" Taehyung hesitates then says, "A month" You stumble back from the shock. He has been doing this for a whole month? Going out with that girl, kissing her with the same lips he kissed you with, laid there under you and begged for your touch all the while he was dating someone else? All rational thought goes out of your head and you can't even stop to consider his reasons as a tape of all the times you'd allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of him that very same month plays behind your eyelids. You felt your stomach trying to turn itself inside out in disgust and when failing to do that, just resolving to liquefy itself from the inside. You punch him square in the face, the impact hurting you probably more than it hurt him and you clutch your hand to your chest in pain. You hear a chuckle coming from Jungkook. You had almost forgotten that he was there too. "That's not how you do it, sweetheart." Jungkook swaggers up to Taehyung and looks smugly back at you before turning around and delivering a punch to Taehyung's face using his whole body. Taehyung almost flies back from the force, falling down on the pavement of the parking lot with blood already starting to trickle down from his mouth and nose. Even so, he struggles to lift himself back up to talk to you. "___, please, I know... you're angry right now you don't want to listen to what I have to say b-but if you just calm down and actually listen... to me you'd understand why I had to do this." Taehyung grunts through the blood that was now gushing down his face, "You know me, ___. Don't let Jungkook...twist your mind." You maintain a chilly gaze on him as you get into Jungkook's car, showing him exactly how much you care for his warning. There is a triumphant smile on Jungkook's face as the tires screech and he speeds up out of the parking lot and onto the main street. You itch to wipe it off his face. Your decision to ride back with him had nothing to do with him and all to do with hurting Taehyung, but you just stay silent and watch the parking lot get farther and farther away in the rearview mirror as a tiny reflection of Nayeon begins to fearfully call for help when she finally finds Taehyung slumped on the pavement and beaten bloody.

"This is it, right? You're dropping him, right?"

You look at Jungkook in annoyance. Truth be told you wanted to throw him out of your house but you needed to think first. What if you had use of him later on? Taehyung never could bear the idea of you and Jungkook together so definitely needed to keep him at hand in case you got a chance to get back at Taehyung.

You didn't realize just how soon that would be though.

You had thought that Taehyung would be down for a few days after the powerful blow he received from Jungkook, but you had apparently underestimated his will power because only a short time after you and Jungkook had arrived at your house, Taehyung was tapping at your window and pleading to be let in.

Luckily you had had the foresight to shut your window for the first time ever even though you weren't expecting him to be here so soon. Bloody fingerprints stain the outer side of the glass as Taehyung juggles between stopping the flow of blood from his nose, steadying himself on the perilous branch, and knocking on the window with his whole palm.

You walk up to him, standing on the other side of the window, and he stills. Only his mouth moves as he chokes out words of apology and regret that you couldn't hear through the thick window, but you could read every word in his eyes.

But it didn't matter.

It was a strange thing. It had taken you a whole week to come to the conclusion that Taehyung never deserved the pain you had been inflicting on him for so long, your mind was desolate back then and it had refused to work but now it's like everything was augmented. Maybe it was because your whole belief system had been uprooted and cleared away, leaving plenty of space for new beliefs to take hold, but whatever it was, in that split moment you had already decided what you wanted to do.

Taehyung couldn't hear you as much as you couldn't hear him but the curl of your lips around your next word was unmistakable.

Jungkook.

The boy comes over to you at once, bouncing with excitement. You turn to face him and instantly pull him down in a bruising kiss. He reciprocates right away, his thin lips moving over yours and his tongue already pushing for entrance which you deny.

This was wrong, all wrong.

Jungkook was hasty and undisciplined just like you had predicted, but that wasn't the problem. He was still skilled and he would try extra hard to make you feel good just to one up Taehyung, but every time his tongue would lick your lips insolently asking for entrance, you would have to physically swallow down the gag that wanted to convulse your throat. You didn't want Jungkook.

You pull away from the kiss and whip around, facing Taehyung again and his wretched expression. No, you needed to do this. Just no more kissing.

Jungkook didn't even notice your distaste and only took your actions as an invitation for him to latch his lips onto your neck. Taehyung never would've made that mistake, but you let Jungkook do what he wants, all while watching Taehyung scratch against the window in desperation.

"That's it, Kookie. Your lips feel really good on me. I want them all over me." You say robotically but again he doesn't notice, moaning into the crook of your neck and rubbing his hard on against your ass.

You grab his hands and place them over your breasts, his big palms covering them completely as he squeezes and kneads them. It feels incredibly arousing, not because of the pleasure he was bringing you but because Taehyung was watching everything. He was devastated and it brought you a familiar vengeful pleasure. He betrayed you after you had unwittingly trusted him, whatever his reasons were, and he deserved this.

Jungkook was impatient, he definitely didn't possess Taehyung's self-control, but it was alright because right now you were impatient too. You were practically dripping already at the thought of what you were about to do.

"Jungkook, stop fucking around and fuck me instead." You bark at him and he's more than willing to follow your orders. He pulls both his pants and yours down and thrusts himself inside of you, bottoming out right away.

You don't even register the incredible pain of Jungkook's callous treatment of you on your first time, not that he knew it was, but Taehyung did and that's what matters. Pleasure lights up every single cell in your body as you see Taehyung breaking down in front of you.

He had grovelled for hours at a time at your feet for you to fuck him. You had used the promise of sex to lure him into doing so many things for you only to take it away from him when he actually did them, but now you were fucking Jungkook like it didn't even matter?

He knew why you did it, and in a strange way, he felt how important he had become to you, because why else would you be reacting this strongly to him dating someone else? Still, it hurt like nothing before. It was a pain that was blinding, deafening...

Funny how you were adamant about not giving your virginity to Taehyung but in a way you have now given it to him. You would never have had sex with Jungkook if it wasn't for what had happened today. Taehyung always finds a way to take everything from you in the end.

You watch Taehyung's tears mix with his blood, running in crimson rivers down his face, but you could also see Jungkook's reflection in the glass and you're struck by a harrowing thought as you see the contrast between them so clearly for the first time and finally realize why you chose Taehyung over the better suited Jungkook in the first place.

You thought you were better than him.

You thought you deserved Taehyung's love and devotion.

You thought you deserved a Kim Taehyung.

How hypocritical.

Jungkook was the perfect fit for you. He came from a broken family like you. He was messed up like you. He didn't care who he hurt on his way to get what he wanted, exactly like you. You both deserved each other, but you somehow got it in your mind along the way to getting your revenge on Taehyung that you could ever be able to fuck him up so bad that you'd actually have a chance of being with him.

You look in Taehyung's eyes and see nothing but pure hurt and guilt, and you have a flashback to an hour ago at the cafe, realizing that you had let your anger and insecurity see things that weren't there. Taehyung didn't have the girl in an easy embrace like you'd presumed, his entire body was rigid and he looked clearly uncomfortable. He didn't look around shyly when she brushed his hair away, he was avoiding her gaze so she wouldn't realize that he held no love for her because all his love already belonged to you. He never once looked at her the way he was looking at you even now.

That boy can't be corrupted. You never even had a chance.

You hear Jungkook's grunts stuttering and you quickly spin around, pressing him against the window with you standing behind him chest to back. He whines from the loss of your heat around him but you weren't about to let Jeon fucking Jungkook cum inside of you.

"Don't bitch, Jungkook. You know I'm not doing this for you so if you'd like me to keep up this act instead of throwing your ass out on the porch you better fucking behave." You hiss at him, in no mood for his brattiness right now.

You jerk him off roughly and he leans back his weight against you in pleasure, almost knocking you back from the sheer size difference between you but before you legs give out he slumps forward with his release, shooting white strings towards the window and Taehyung behind it.

You grab Jungkook's head by his hair and rest it on your shoulder, making him bend backward due to the height difference and extend his neck to you. You suck a harsh bruise onto his milky skin and keep pumping his cock, helping him through the rest of his orgasm while maintaining eye contact with Taehyung.

Your message was clear. Whatever you had with him was over now; Jungkook was your new toy.

Taehyung shakes his head in denial. Even after all the pain you've brought him, he still wanted you, but you've had enough. He didn't deserve this. He's hurt you, yes but like everything he did, he was only doing it so he can stay with you, but being with you would only harm him more. Yes, he had his whole thing with his family but you weren't the person to help him with that. He was lashing out against them and the life they forced on him by engaging in self-destructive behaviors and you were helping him. He needed to stop that. He needed to find real help and you were sure he was going to get it once your corrupting influence was lifted off of him. He was a good kid.

You also deserved this. Taehyung had taken up the bigger portion of your life for countless years. Everything you did was just a mean towards your ultimate goal that was his destruction, and now that that goal was ripped away right from under your nose, a gaping hole existed in the place where Taehyung once occupied. But it was also like a veil had been lifted, letting you see the real culprit in the crime that was your life. You needed to focus on the real cause of your suffering, and having Taehyung around would only confuse you again.

It was time to let him go. You push Jungkook not-so-gently to the side and grab the drapes, listening to Taehyung's silent and loud pleading for the last time before closing the drapes and shutting him out of your room and your life.

Getting Jungkook out of the house was just a matter of reassuring him that he is now officially your sub and then sending him on his way. You ignored Taehyung's unrelenting tapping on your window. It must have gone on for more than an hour because you had gone to shower and made yourself some food from the scarce supplies that were in your pantry before coming back to your room only to find that the tapping hasn't stopped so you just put in some earphones and go to sleep, letting the boy knock to his heart's content, secure in the fact that no one would hear him because of the placement of your bedroom's window that overlooked the woods behind.

You were jostled from your sleep a couple of hours later. It was a normal occurrence for you. You would normally wake up at least three to four time every night. You can't remember a time when you've had a full night's sleep uninterrupted... except for those times Taehyung had stayed overnight. That was also a big reason for your growing attachment to him. You were always guaranteed a restful slumber whenever you had him in your arms, but that's over now.

You take the earphones off, curious if Taehyung was still at your window and find yourself irrationally disappointed that the sound has stopped. What were you thinking? That he would spend the whole night camped up outside your window?

You sigh and get up to open the window again and let in some cold air to help you breathe. You slide the glass up and breathe in the fresh air that calms you down slightly and look down the apple tree out of habit.

The cool air catches in your throat and turns to ice when you see Taehyung lying there at the very bottom of the tree, curled up onto himself with little sobs breaking out of the tight ball every now and then. For a second there you think the worst, that Taehyung had fallen down through the course of the night and has been lying injured or dying down there since, but upon closer inspection, you become assured that he's just gotten tired and climbed down.

You breathe a sigh of relief, trying not to think about just how much you had been actually worried about him. You closed the window again, deciding that you'd rather just suffocate than see the broken boy curled up underneath the apple tree, a sight that reminded you too much of little girl who used to do the very same thing not that many years ago.

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7 and 14 w onho!!! please and thank you :) xx

7. Something new, 14. Sex toys

Choi Minho is still standing in Lee Jinki’s apartment entryway, bag of alcohol he just picked up dangling at his side. He’s stunned into a silent stare, not sure whether to laugh or shout.

Minho had let himself in with the key Jinki had given him months ago, to find his senior in the single room apartment balancing on a chair while screwing a swing-like contraption into a ceiling beam near his bed.

By the color and shape of it, Minho can make a guess to what Jinki has done. And it hanging from the ceiling, a table and kitchen a few feet away from it, simply looks ridiculous. How will he ever have guests? At least the other toys could be hidden in a closet…

“I didn’t think you would actually..” Minho slips a jacket and shoes off, stepping up into the room. “Really?”

Jinki glances over his shoulder, glasses crooked and sweat pants riding low at the waist. Arms lifted reveals the soft chub of his skin, top riding up.

“You don’t like it?”

Minho is unsure what to think. “When we talked about something new I thought this part was a joke.”

“I figure,” Jinki grunts, adjusting a bolt with his power screwdriver, appearing nearly finished with the installation. He continues after a pause, “Safer off trying this than shoving my whole fist up your ass again.”

The loud clang of Minho dropping the bag of alcohol startles the older.

“We..” Minho jumps to his own defense, “..We had agreed since your hands are smaller to try.”

“Oh, is that why,” Jinki mutters, an extra screw finding its way between his lips as he fiddles with the straps he’s securing. “And here I thought you were simply into fisting now,” the cheeky grin is implied.

Usually Minho would laugh at something so absurd, but instead agitation picks at him, cheeks heating. A sulking frown spreads across his small face. Looking around, Minho spots a mug on the edge of the table; a common manner to which Jinki indulges himself daily.

“Have you been drinking already?”

“Me?” Jinki looks back at Minho, brows arched with small eyes widening innocently. “Maybe a cup?”

With another weekend off of classes upon the two, Minho had stopped to grab alcohol so they could drink together, and maybe he would spend the night, if the mood was mutual. But here Jinki is, already drinking. Though not unusual for the older; a man juggling school and work and a relationship with someone as clingy as Choi Minho.

The kitchen counter tells a different tale than Jinki’s; several empty bottles sitting out.

Minho sighs, picking up his dropped bag to take it to the table.

“You think I’m drunk, huh?” Jinki laughs. “Could a drunk man hang this sexy sex swing?” Jinki’s laughter rises. “.. s.. s.. s.. “

Minho, back to Jinki, can’t stop lips cracking into a tiny smile. But unloading the bag of bottles is disrupted as the chair Jinki stands on creaks and the older makes a noise.

Minho turns around, eyes wide, finding Jinki tilting, truly going to fall. The younger fumbles forward tall high an advantage, long reach making it before Jinki can fully crash to the floor in a heap. The two stagger backwards on feet with the force of Jinki’s slip, Minho running into the table behind him with a cringe.

“Ahh..” Jinki holds up the screwdriver, pressing the power button, as he looks over his shoulder, up into Minho’s bewildered expression. “Maybe I am a little drunk..”

Lips pressed, Jinki giggles, and the glint behind glasses implies Minho fell again for one of Jinki’s body gags rather than a genuine accident.

“Hyung..” Minho groans with laughter.

Jinki quickly pops the cap to a fresh bottle of alcohol and helps himself. “Trust me, this thing will work,” Jinki assures, backing himself up to sit in it, a slight struggle to find some support. Once comfortable, Jinki begins swinging, using one leg harness as an armrest.

No part of Minho can remain upset. In fact, it’s starting to look fun. Maybe again, Jinki has surprised Minho with being right over something so ridiculous.

“You know, being a handyman is a really attractive look on you.”

“Yeah?” Jinki breathes whistling laughter into his bottle, glancing up at his handy work.

“But how will you hide it?”

“With all the other crap we’ve collected.”

Minho turns to look at the closet full of unmentionables; like the vibrating butt plug that Jinki used on himself a while back, which is engraved in Minho’s mind. He turns away, before he gets lost in memories.

“Let’s drink!” Jinki twists around, raising his bottle in a toast.

Minho agrees.

The buzz of a fan and drone of a tv with low volume is the background to a later hour that night. Minho lays on his side across the floor, only his pants missing, a long leg rolling an empty bottle away from him. He groans, eyes lidded and and lisp over-pronounced.

“I said.. I was gonna cum..”

“You did?” Jinki asks, tone innocent. A tongue laps wet lips, cleaning away the remaining mess. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not!” Minho kicks backwards at Jinki, sulking.

Jinki is already lubing up with a condom where he sits on the floor, his glasses long since missing. “I haven’t cum, so let’s test this swing.”

Minho sits up, blinking large, batting eyes at the swing in front of him. He wants to swing; that sounds fun. Minho yanks what’s left of his top off, and climbs clumsily into the swing.

“You tricked me..” Minho scoffs.

Jinki snorts as he tries to secure Minho’s long limbs into the harnesses; the socks on his feet still somehow amusing. He doesn’t deny it.

“How does it feel?” Jinki asks.

“Okay, I guess..” Minho lowers his gaze, feeling self-conscious being spread open on display in a new situation. He tries to lessen the gap between his spread legs, but he’s secured into place.

“Good, because I’m gonna screw your brains out with this thing,” Jinki sounds pretty confident, smearing plenty of lube over Minho’s skin.

Chains jangle and Minho’s head falls back in a gasp as Jinki slowly pressing into him. Jinki groans, grip tight on around a chain.

“At least.. my fist didn’t ruin you..” Jinki hitches a breath suddenly, bending over Minho slight as his grip slips. “Ahh.. that.. did you like that?” He lifts his head with half a smile, having only meant a joke at first.

Minho gulps, fists around the chains nearly shaking, and it’s not because of the slight discomfort as pressure mounts. Arousal has pulsed his muscles.

“Should I fist you strung up in this swing, huh?”

“That’s not..” Minho bites his lips, eyes scrunched as Jinki presses flush against his skin, in as deep as he can go.

Jinki’s head tilts, both hands taking hold of the chains as support, hips back slightly, thrusting forward. The swing gives a bounce. “You really do want that..” he laughs under his breath, like he found more unexpected secrets about the younger.

“Wrong..”

“If you enjoy being that full you should have just told me,” Jinki drunkenly teases, but a groan pauses him, the pulsing tightness of Minho’s hole pumping him again.

Jinki leans in, pressing his weight to Minho, the thin fabric of his top keeping their warm skin from touching. Minho’s attention is drawn to Jinki suddenly so close, his eyes widening, ears pink. The older rides the high.

“Listen,” Jinki’s hot breath meets Minho’s panting, tone of his voice lowering, “I’m going to pull out..” Minho wiggles futility, gaze like a deer caught in headlights. “…and shove my whole fist inss–”

The noisy sound of crashing bounces off walls, along with Minho’s loud shout and Jinki’s surprised yelp. In a big mess Minho is on the floor, tangled in the swing, straps and all. Jinki stands there, looking up at the holes in the ceiling, perplexed for a long moment.

Like a wounded animal Minho whines loudly, while Jinki is lost to a crumbling belly-laugh.

#onho #onew #minho #shinee #prompt #smut #drabble #fic: onho #fic: onew #fic: minho

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AOS 4x11 AKA The one where so many theories came true! And the Ladies of the show are not taking any crap from anyone..gentlemen tread lightly.

My ask box is exploding already and I’ll get to them tomorrow.

But I’m going to take a moment before my meta to make a request. Due to the sheer volume of asks I am getting I am going to respectfully ask not to be sent metas in my Ask Box. I am still happy to answer questions, make predictions, and give my opinion but please don’t send me a meta right now. I am not sure how to respond to them much of the time nor do I want to stir up drama in the fandom. I don’t want anyone feeling bad about sending me something or how I respond to it. I need time to recharge my batteries a bit.

On with the show if you will-

Fitzsimmons: Starting here because I think this is where most of my asks are going to come from. I’m just going to say it. This is EXACTLY what I have been waiting for for Fitzsimmons. They were working together, tearing apart Talbot, affectionate, and bold in their own rights. Even Fitz with AIDA I AM OKAY WITH...heck I predicted it!

I said after last week that Fitz would go digging into AIDA 1.0 to try to figure out what happened. He needs to know what went wrong. I know some in the fandom are mad at him. But for me this is totally in character for him. Fitz doesn’t ‘fail’ often he needs to know what went wrong to correct the mistake...at the very least to ease his mind. He has the guilt that Nathanson died, he needs to know why that happened.

Radcliffe knew that FItz was attached to AIDA, and he preyed on that. Hammering home that it was possible AIDA had a ‘soul’ and that killing her as akin to murder. Those feelings of attachment are also fueling this. Fitz is investigating a friends death.

From a story Standpoint this needs to happen to out Radcliffe! And story wise it will be an incredibly powerful moment when he does find out, that horrible realization of what Radcliffe did..and used his work to do. What will make it worse is if Fitz goes to confront Radcliffe alone or Radcliffe realizes he’s digging.

He did try to bring Jemma in on it, he asked her to help him figure it out.

Yes she did ask him to drop it but he never agreed too, never promised.

Yes, there will be fall out, there will likely be a fight. But we have been waiting for this from them. They will go through it and then be stronger than ever after.

And in the fall out Fitz poking around still will likely reveal Radcliffe...a necessary evil.

This is a bit of a parallel too. FItz working on AIDA 1.0 after the fact is a lot like Jemma working on the monolith after she got back.

Something may also be looming with Jemma here, we got a bit of Woman on Fire again tonight as she took charge and stood up to Radcliffe. I can’t put my finger on it but we need to watch this. Her climb up the ladder, to protect the team is paying off, but like FItz with AIDA something will go wrong with it too.

I won’t be surprised if at some point we don’t see Jemma forced to team up with AIDA 2.0 or Radcliffe to save her man.

Remember guys we want drama now, because drama now means good stuff to come.

Radcliffe: You are hacking off the wrong Android, just saying. AIDA is so done with you its not even funny. For me one of he most striking things was that Radcliffe lost access to the Playground, Robo May, and to Fitz (work wise) for a bit here, and that hit him hard. He’s going to grow increasingly desperate the longer he can’t have access to the book. Even more if he learns that Fitz is digging into AIDA 1.0 programming.

AIDA 2.0: Is going to do some not very nice things to Radcliffe soon. She seems annoyed with Radcliffe. Hurt/frustrated when he snaps at her for things that weren’t within her control. “I was just doing what you said” kid of thing. She seems jealous of Robo May, how advanced she is, and that she has the ‘important’ mission. From what we see in the promo it looks like Robo May will be popping by for an update...and AIDA might make some improvements of her own there. We also need to keep our eye on who she is going to go after if she wants some new programming done...and its not the person currently being Mr. Snappy Pants with her all the time.

Robo May: Well she knows she’s a Robot now. She knows something is off and is still hiding it from the others, which in true AOS fashion will blow up spectacularly. Its possible that if Radcliffe realizes Robo May has become aware, the Sunset protocol resets her and makes it so she doesn’t realize what she is again, buy him a little more time. But at the same time AIDA implementing anything could prove very dangerous.

Real May: As predicted will not be an easy hostage to hold onto. We saw her break though once and she will again. Be prepared for lots of feels next week with whatever Radcliffe sticks her into next (be ready for her or Robo May to have Bahrain flashbacks). I’m not sure if she escapes next week though, its only a matter of time now.

Daisy: She continues to plug along here. Her big arc seems to be waiting until the C arc. As predicted she is very uncomfortable with the position that Mace is putting her in. And the blatant lying he is going as well. She is also the one who is picking up that something is wrong with May.

Mack: Just his awesome self. Kicking butt, finding himself an ax, taking names. Though fair warning guys, I feel rough waters (full of Icebergs) are coming next week for Mackelena as next week its Elena’s turn to go on a Field trip gone wrong with Coulson.

Coulson: Good old Agent Coulson, which I am sad to say I’m going to miss seeing as he is slipping back into a more operational kind of role. He now has exactly what I think he wanted for a long time. He has control of the operations aspect of things while Mace handles the Political/Public side. Which I do have reservations about, we have seen Coulson make some questionable decisions in the past, especially where Daisy is concerned. He knows Mace’s secret and is willing to continue to cover for him. He is also taking on a mentoring type of role with Mace, which I am enjoying and hope they continue it. Side bar are we to the point where the team is going to start drawing straws to see who has to go out with him...pretty much everyone who goes out with him this season nearly dies at some point on that mission.

Mace: WELL I CALLED THAT ONE! Even the Hyde serum and the baddies being after it! Mace is going to slip into a role he’s very good at. The PR stuff, smiling at the public, and dealing with the politics. Even knowing his secret I’m still not ready to trust him. I think he wants to do good but he has proven on more than one occasion he is easily manipulated. I don’t know how long Mace will make it into the season, but if he does die I see him dying being the hero he’s been trying to be all this time.

Misc Items:

The Baddies: Hydra....in some shape or form is back! My AIM Theory LIVES! As predicted they were after Mace’s Serum.

Adding fuel to my AIM theory was how much ‘math’ the assassin talked, probabilites and doing the math to predict moves.

The assassin was Russian so we could see a baddie coming from that part of the world. He also used a Russian Proverb when talking to Talbot. “The Hammer that Shatters Glass Hardens Steel”.

He told Talbot he was the Glass

In the title above the hammer represents the challenges of life, the glass represents the people who are defeated by those challenges and the steel represents the people who use those same challenges to forge a stronger character and go on to become all that they can be.

That last little bit sounds a lot like what Radcliffe wants to do and what Hydra was trying to do with Cybertek.

Hammer may also be a reference to the organization HAMMER from the comics. Though my biggest hesitation with them is that it was started by Norman Osborne, and I can’t see them touching anyone Spiderman related. That’s not to say they pull a different leader like Superia or an original character to fill the role as leader.

The group we saw today were a step above the Watchdogs, likely led by the Superior, but I don’t think he is our overall big bad.

I still don’t think FItz has been LMD’s. For me today was even more evidence he’s not. The last thing that Radcliffe wants right now is Fitz digging into AIDA 1.0...and Fitz is doing just that. Radcliffe would know from monitoring him he was and would stop it right away.

We have yet another traitor in our midst, feeding what looks like Nadeer information in the promo next week.

I need a better look at things before I can really dig into who I think it is. I have a few ideas but it can be something as simple as Shield is more of a public agency and more easily accessed now.

Nadeer’s hatred for Shield will come to the forefront.

We should start seeing something happen on the Philinda front. So far it hasnt’ been what I expected to see. And what movement there has been has been off screen. They also look to be separated for a good chunk of next week too.

If the government was messing with Hyde’s formula, what else have they been messing with that Shield has run into over the years.

Okay its late, time to call it a night and I’ll hit the asks in the morning! We have lots of new avenues to explore!

#aos spoilers #aos meta #the patriot

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