#is my sister slowly starting to suck or is she that consumed by stress that she's unrecognisable

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

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[drefear]

Sister's Mister

Summary: You and your sister are not speaking, but Miguel shows how much you mean to him. Will you be able to sort everything out and have a happy ending?

TW: family issues, sex, v in p, oral sex, fingering, fighting

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Rain splattered on the window of the coffee shop you sat at, staring into the shocked eyes of your best friend and sister as you sat across from her ex boyfriend. Your hand slipped from his grasp as he looked down in what you could only assume was shame, being caught with his ex-girlfriend's sister. 

“Are you two-“

“We were just talking after our class, we had a big test and it was super stressful.” You rambled, guilt making your tongue run on high speed before you could stop it. She just nodded, eyes wondering to his frame. You could only explain that his posture is uncomfortable, and she watched you both as he shifted away from the table. 

“Right.” She spoke and you kept your eyes on her, mouth dry from nerves. “Class… and coffee… like a date.”

“No!” “Yes.” You and Miguel both spoke, both answering with opposite answers. You turned to look at him as he kept his face stoic. 

“Yes?” You asked and he cleared his throat, nodding once to you and making you slowly turn back to your sister. Her face was caught between upset and angry. 

“So it’s a date. Miguel is taking you on a date. Are you just that desperate?” She hissed and you shrunk under her words. 

Something that was rare was you and your sister fighting, and that’s because it was easier to get along with her. 

While you loved your sister more than anyone else, she could be cruel and vicious when she was angry and now was beginning to prove to be one of those times. 

“You couldn’t wait to fuck him, could you?” She began to get louder and you turned to see people start to look at your group. “Nothing to say? Too much dick in your mouth?” 

“Hey, that’s enough.” Miguel stood up and cut her off. 

“Shut it, gigantor, I’ll get to you next!” She grunted as she pushed her hair from her face and you bowed your head. You knew once she was done, she’d brood for a few days and then apologize. 

“Slutting yourself to my ex? That’s lower than I thought you could even go!” 

“You cheated on me, how is she in the wrong?” He jabbed at your sister and her face paled a bit as her eyes flashed to him.

“You told her?” 

“You’re the one who did it, Gianna. Why should she not know?” He crossed his arms as she tried to come up with anything to say- but couldn’t. She spun around and stormed out as you wished for the world to swallow you into the center of the earth to be consumed by lava. Or under the covers of your bed, that’d be fine too. Just anywhere not in public with a bunch of eyes staring and judging. 

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to my apartment.” He announced and you grabbed his hand, letting him take you out of the living hell you’d been sucked into.

The drive back to his apartment was silent, your eyes staying trained on your hands. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? 

Thirty minutes later and you’d followed him into his apartment and sat on his couch while he got you both something to eat. You brought out some leftover pasta and you shook your head, wordlessly reaching to him and tugging him to sit with you on the couch. Your hands reached out to him and he pulled you by the thighs onto his lap, letting you straddle his hips and hold your back. He petted your hair as you began to weep, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck and letting out the anxieties you had from during that public humiliation from your sister’s tantrum. You couldn’t even blame her, she had a right to be upset. 

The smell of Miguel’s cologne made you feel safe as his large hands continued to play with the ends of your hair, then moving to look at your face once he heard your crying become quiet. Tucking the hair from your eyes, he cupped your cheek and scanned to see your expression. “You look beautiful, even when you cry, mi amor.” His words gave you the sanctuary you needed mentally and you laughed a bit, the sound a bit harsh as if you didn’t believe him. He took this opportunity and leaned forward, his nose touching yours as he pressed his plush lips to yours without urgency, like he was savoring your slowly and memorizing the shape of your lips. You reciprocate with the same lackadaisical speed, enjoying taking your time. His hands wandered from your back to your hips and you pushed your pelvis against him before he stopped the movement. 

“We don’t have to do anything.” He whispered and you nodded. 

“I know, I want to, if you do.” 

“I want to, fuck. I’ve wanted to for months since you wore that little white t-shirt to class.” He groaned and his hips jerked upward at the memory. You felt him getting half hard and decided to encourage him. 

“Yeah? What did you think about?” You found his eyes and were met with darkened pupils as he panted slightly. 

“I thought of licking down your cleavage and marking that pretty neck, before I tore those jean shorts off you and ate your pussy until you screamed, so the whole class could hear how I made you feel.”  His words sent an electric current straight to your belly, making you let out a breathy moan and pull him closer. Grinding your hips again, his hands moved with you to continue the movement. He cupped your breasts and looked up at you through his lashes. “May I?” 

You just nodded and felt him pull it over your head swiftly. He groaned as he saw the little plain white bra you had on and leaned up to lick your neck, sliding his tongue down between your tits. He pulled one breast from its confines and sucked your nipple into his mouth, moving his hand to rub you from outside of your sweat pants. You were overwhelmed by the flicking of his tongue against your hardened nipple and his thumb pushing the soft fabric against your clit. 

“Please… I need you…” you begged, sliding your hands into his hair and pulling to ground yourself. This made him grunt a bit and switch to the neglected nub, nipping at it as he pulled your pants off of you. Sliding your panties to the side, he plunged a finger into you and hissed, popping off of your nipple and leaning his head back onto the couch. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his voice made you shiver as you gasped at the intrusion of his finger inside of you. Slowly pumping into you, he added a second finger and you jerked a bit, one hand grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. His eyes looked up to yours and the look on his face seemed as though he was about to devour you whole. “I gotta taste you.” The look was telling, as he quickly picked you up and threw you to the side so you laid on the couch. He yanked you towards him by the ankle, trapping you under his body and pulling that same ankle around his shoulder. Bending down, he lifted your thighs and nuzzled his nose into you, breathing in your scent and feeling himself start to get hard. He wasted no time, delving into your folds. Miguel started licking and sucking you like he was drinking a fine wine, not even sparing a second and letting his tongue move inside of you while nudging your clit with his nose. Your body jolted from the constant fast pace he kept as he tongue-fucked your pussy, grinding up into his face as he left hand prints in your thighs from the bruising grip he had. The coil tightened as he flicked his tongue over your clit once more, causing your insides to stutter and clench around nothing. Lifting his face, his mouth and chin glistened with your juices, making you blush as you leaned up to meet him, kissing him hard and letting your tongue mingle with him as you wanted to taste yourself from his lips. 

When you both parted, his eyes opened and showed lust-blown pupils that made his eyes look black. He spared no moment in sliding his bottoms off and watching your face as he let his cock fall free. Your eyes widened a little and you realized your sister was right. He was big, but he was also very pretty. 

The tip of his cock laid on your abdomen and you gasped when it brushed against your already sensitive bundle of nerves, making MIguel chuckle as your response. His mouth found yours as you felt the tip push into you, the slowness of his hips making you practically twitch with need. Your thighs instinctively tried to close, but his waist was too wide to even come close. As he bottomed out, you let out a loud gasp as your mouth was agape, letting him explore with his tongue and making you moan. 

Sex with him became explosive fast as he hit the soft spots inside of you and made your body flinch, jerking into his touch as his lips traveled towards your nipple which only caused you to move even more. As he sucked on your breasts, you grinded into the thrusts he pushed, moving faster and faster. 

“So tight,” He whispered and closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against your chest, “perfecto, preciosa.” His mumbling caused a warmth to blossom in your abdomen, to which he pressed a hand against it and thrusted deeper. You saw stars, his cock hitting so perfectly against your g-spot that you let out a sharp scream, dragging your nails across his back and causing him to groan. 

“Keep that up and I’ll cum.” He grunted and you nodded, “You want me to cum?” He asked and you gently bit his ear. 

“Cum with me.” You said and he shuddered, pushing into you upward and hitting that same spot as your nails made crescent shaped marks into his biceps. He began to move as a rapid speed that you could barely hold onto him anymore, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to him tight. All at once, your head fell back and you saw white behind your eyelids as you felt a wetness form between your bodies, Miguel making a hissing sound as you feel him pull out quickly and spray his spent across your body. The sound of your heavy panting fills the room as he stares at your face. 

“I’ve got you now and I’m not ruining this, I’m not letting you walk away from me.” He spoke slowly and tucked a stray hair behind your ear as you looked at him, his reddish-brown eyes scanning your face for a reaction. You just nodded, tucking your head into his hand and kissing one of his fingertips. 

Your sister avoided you like the plague, ignoring your calls and locking her door any time you were home. Obviously, she didn’t believe your story, and why should she? Right after she caught you having lunch with her ex-boyfriend, you went to his apartment and fucked him. Nothing about this looked good for you. 

Your heart always pounded uncomfortably when you were away from him, the anxiety of everyone’s opinions making you panic and gasp constantly. You only ever felt safe from everyone with him, when his hand was in yours and your head was on his chest. 

You sat with your knees to your chest on your bed when someone knocked on your door. You held your breath until you saw your mom’s head pop in with a small smile. 

“Hey, I came to tell you dinner will be ready in ten minutes, and that I’d really like it if you joined us. We’ve missed you.” Her voice was gentle and soft as you kept your eyes on your phone. “Honey, please. Whatever happened, we can talk about it.” 

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy, Mom.” You mumbled and felt tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. “I messed things up and I don’t think she’s gonna forgive me.” 

“You two will figure it out.” She said, sitting on the edge of your bed. As you went to speak, your phone lit up with Miguel’s name with a heart and you snatched your phone to your chest as her eyes widened. 

“Is that what this is about? A boy?” She sighed and looked at the floor in disappointment, making your gut swell with even more anxiety. “Miguel, right?” You nodded and an uncomfortable quiet filled the room. “Were they still together when you and him started whatever you two are doing?” 

“No!” You jumped and shook your hands animatedly as she watched you were hesitant, careful eyes. “They broke up because Gianna cheated on him, and he realized he had feelings for me.” 

“Then you just need to give her time to process this all.” Your mother petted your head, “I’ll see if I can talk to her a bit, but there’s nothing else you can do except wait.” 

You felt her move and kiss your forehead, then getting up and leaving you in the silence once more. 

A few minutes later and you heard your name from the dining room, walking to see everyone sitting and settling down in their seats when they all looked up and stared at you, as if they had seen a ghost. Your mom smiled as your dad was shocked, but your sister’s face soured and she looked back down at her food. 

“Ah, what a nice night, right girls?” Your dad spoke, trying to start a conversation. You just hummed as he glanced between your mother and your sister before continuing. “It’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow, why don’t you two take a pool day?” 

“I’m busy tomorrow.” You mumbled, but were soon interrupted. 

“Fucking my ex boyfriend.”

“Gianna!” Your mother yelled in shock and she just rolled her eyes. “Watch your language!” 

“I’m not wrong, tell them.” She glared at you, but you just sat, silently gawking between your family. “Tell them how you stole Miguel!” 

“You cheated on him!” You yelled and she groaned, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh please, it was my ex, Charles, and it was one time! Not like it was his brother or something.”

“Gianna, cheating is cheating.” Your father spoke quietly and she scrunched her nose in frustration. “But, it doesn’t make dating your sister’s ex-boyfriend ok either.” He glanced to you and you just looked down in shame, making her smile once more. “Either way, this is all bullshit to me.” He clenched a fist, “you two have been fighting so much recently, and all because of this crap? Because of Miguel? Gianna, you obviously didn’t like him that much if you cheated on him, and-”

“He liked me before he met you.” You blurted out, then feeling bile rise in your throat as her eyes met yours, “I-I mean… He had a crush on me, but we never spoke, and he met you and liked you, but he figured out that you being my sister was just too hard to ignore his crush on me anymore.” 

“You little slut!” She screamed and slammed her hands on the table in anger, making both of your parents jump. 

“I’m sorry!” You shouted back and she reached to grab you, only being stopped by your father’s hands pulling her away from you. You shrunk backwards and fell to the ground out of your seat, shaking a bit. “H-He was the guy I was crushing on in my chem class!” Gianna froze and stopped struggling against your dad as she furrowed her brows in confusion. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I would have backed off.” She huffed and you just shook your head, fat tears rolling down your cheek as your emotions spilled out onto the dining room floor. 

“I didn’t want you to be unhappy!” You gasped for air in between sobs and she sighed, grabbing your hand and helping you off of the floor. “You were so excited and you liked him, and he seemed to like you, I didn’t want to cause any problems.” 

“You should have just told me it was him, stupid, I wouldn't have even looked at him twice.” She pet your hair as she pulled your into a hug, your shaky frame weeping onto her shoulder. 

“Gianna, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it, and then we got coffee that one time and you saw us and I’ve just been hating myself for having feelings for him.” Your rambling made her tense up and stay quiet. “I never wanted to hurt you, but I love him so much.” Those words made Gianna cough from surprise. 

“Love him?” 

“Yeah, I-” You stopped talking and backwarded away once more, but her hand wouldn’t let you free. 

“... Then you should tell him.” 

“What?” 

“Tell him that you love him, if you really love him.” She whispered and tucked a hair behind your ear, the bond the two of you shared swelling in the air of the room. 

You took her advice, knocking on Miguel’s door with intention. You wore your favorite dress, wanting to feel as beautiful as possible. You knew he was home since you’d texted him an hour ago and asked if he’d have time to talk today, to which he replied with a thumbs up and his schedule. He should have finished his tutoring session about ten minutes ago, enough time for his client to leave and him to get settled. The door opened to a girl with tight jeans and a seen through tank top, a pink bra showing through the white material. Her lips looked smudged and swollen as her skin looked flushed and you tried to reason with yourself that he wouldn’t, he didn’t… right? 

Your eyes scanned her for a second before she gave you a quick little dirty look. “Is Miguel-” You spoke up as she folded her arms and kept the mean look in her eyes trained on you. “I’m in here.” He called and you heard his footsteps as he walked to the door. He looked disheveled as he saw you and a look of shock crossed his sharp features. “Obviously, I came at a bad time though. I’ll talk to you another time.” You sputtered and turned on your heels, practically tumbling down the stairs as you felt someone grab your arm. 

“Wait, I didn’t think you were coming for another hour.” 

“Clearly.” You spit out and pushed him off of you, stepping backwards and shifting down the last few steps to his apartment floor. “You played me.” 

“I didn’t ‘play you,’ I didn’t do anything with her.” 

“Miguel, it looks like-” 

“That’s not what happened.” 

“So what happened?” You felt your veins pop with warm blood as your upset turned to aggression. “Cause I’d love to know how tutoring for calculus became a physical activity.” 

“That’s my roommate’s new girlfriend, MaryJane, and I was just about to get into the shower.” He clarified. You stood still, afraid that if you moved, he would laugh and say ‘psych,’ or look at your with disgust, or-

Really, anything that would make you look any more insecure and crazy. 

He sighed, “You really think I’d do that to you?” 

“I don’t know, I was just scared that you might-” 

“Change my mind?” He smiled and moved to cup your face, making you tilt your head up to meet his eyes and melt into his embrace. “I’ve loved you for too long to fuck this up now.” 

“Love me…?” You whispered and he nodded, lips moving an inch away from yours. 

“Yes, I love you.” He said again and you swung your arms around his neck, smashing your mouths together and kissing him excitedly. Once you pulled away, he chuckled. 

“I love you too.” 

“I know. Gianna texted me.” He said and you gawked, a blush forming on your cheeks. “She told you?” 

“Not directly, but she said that she’d kill me if I hurt you or messed this up, and that your feelings were in my hands now. I put two and two together, assuming you two spoke and fixed things.” He shrugged and you just tucked your head into his neck, nuzzling him closer. 

“Yeah… Everything’s perfect now.”

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[justarandomdegenerate]

Atelier Firis: The Alchemist and the Mysterious Journey DX thoughts!

So after Atelier Sophie obviously comes the next entry in the Mysterious series. Atelier Firis. Now this is probably my least favourite game in the Mysterious series for a few reasons, some which aren't necessarily it's fault. And I say this but I also don't think this is a bad game. I put 58.5 hours into this game! So let's get into what this game is about. So Atelier Firis takes place a couple years after Atelier Sophie, and centres around this girl called. Well. Firis. Firis lives in a town sealed off in a cave, who's people aren't allowed to go outside because!.... Reasons? Except her sister. Also for reasons. Makes sense? Yeah, nah I didn't get it either. Anyway. Firis is bored of living in a boring bland cave, because, well. Yeah that would be boring. One day a couple of alchemists show up and introduce her to the wonders of alchemy! These alchemists being Sophie and Plachta. Sophie says that she and Plachta are actually on a journey to become licensed alchemists. Which I mean... If I consider the previous game, and it's sequel which takes place before Firis (I'll get into this in a future post) It seems pretty bizarre that Sophie even needs to do some dumb test to become an alchemist at this point. She's basically already an alchemy goddess after all she's done! Anyway, getting sidetracked. Sadly this game is about Firis, not Sophie.

Firis sees this whole alchemy thing as a solid way to get out of the village, and asks Sophie to teach her some stuff! So yeah, turns out Firis has a knack for it and tries to convince her parents to let her go on this journey to become a licensed alchemist. And they're like "No! Well maybe. Err. Fix that lady's back, maybe a cookie (I think) and create a bomb and we'll think about it." Cool. Makes sense to me, I guess. So She does those things and they're like "Wait! Only if your sister goes with you. Also if you fail to become licensed within a year, you're coming back home and can never leave the boring cave again." And so she's off on her 'Mysterious journey'. Yup. That's the entire plot of Firis. No big bad or nothing. Just a girl who was going stir crazy in a cave and wanted out, and then goes off to do some arbitrary test. Yippee! So now I'll move onto the gameplay of the game. Which y'know. It's fine. The combat is more or less the same as Sophie, but without that pesky level 20 cap anymore. My biggest problems with Firis are as follows; -You have an overall time limit to complete the main story. You do have loads of time though, but I just dislike time limits. Stresses me out. -The crafting/synthesis is kind of super lame. You have to individually level up your proficiency with every single recipe, and for some things, the items you can make are basically worthless until you max our that proficiency. It sucks. Also unlocking some recipes is very tedious. Like "Use 200 bombs" or something is one of them. Like... How about i don't? And there's one of those for each element of bomb!!!!! The only thing that saves it is that if you do a NG+, your proficiency carries over. -You no longer have the fast travel overworld map you had in Sophie. You have to manually, slowly run everywhere. Everything feels tedious and time consuming. You do eventually get faster movement and fast travel, but this isn't until after the main story is over, the time limit is gone, and it's not necessary anyway, and is just for convenience sake. -Finally, this isn't necessarily the fault of the game, but it definitely negatively impacted me. The steam version of this isn't the most stable it seems because I had several crashes that lost me 4+ hours of progress each time. (Yes i know i should save more often. But it's the only game that's ever crashed on my PC still to this day.) and playing on my NG+ run to beat Sophie at the exam, I got a glitch where a cutscene wouldn't trigger for me to start the exam. So I'm sitting at 43/45 achievements because it totally killed my motivation, as I would need to start the run over at that point. For one achievement. Bleh! One day.

Now really these things don't actually make it a bad game, but it's for sure a lesser experience than Sophie and all games that come after it. The characters are fun, and we have some returning ones from Sophie which is cool! Except Oskar. I still don't like you. Sophie and Plachta seem... A lot closer than before. Which is always a good thing. And Firis's sister is a total siscon, which is also amusing. But hey it's okay. Spoilers, they're not real sisters. So yeah. Do I recommend Firis? Not exactly. I wouldn't say don't play it, but you'll have a better time with other Atelier games in my opinion. But if you do play Firis, you'll have a decent enough time with just a few inconveniences. But once you get fast travel it REALLY opens up. But at least play Sophie first. Oh and just like Sophie, all the lines are fully voice acted, which I still think is mucho cool. Anyway, I still have 5 more Atelier games to go over, so I'll post about those soon! End!

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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Hell Above-Chapter Sixteen

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content, read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, suggestive language, graphic scenes, weapons, murder, angst, 18+.

WORD COUNT: 5.7K

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Someday We’ll Tell Ourselves, “Oh My God, This Is Paradise”

“We’re doing it. It’s my call.” You said as you headed at the door, Hyunjin watched as you left.

“She can’t be serious.” Felix gawked and Seungmin enclasped his hands and he sighed.

“You know she is.”

“Is she always like that?” Changbin asked, looking at Hyunjin.

“Been like that for years, you can’t change her” Minho responded, eyeing at Changbin.

“She's as hard headed as the come. Minho knows more about that than you think.” Seungmin followed up.

“We have to figure out another way. She can’t risk her life for this.” Hyunjin spoke and Jisung huffed.

“The family is already fucked up,” he stated

“Jeongin would know what to do though.” Seungmin announced catching everyone’s attention. “Jeongin knows her better than any of us, including you.” Seungmin looked at Hyunjin and stressed his words. “

“He would know what to do and how to get her to change her mind.”

“Where is Jeongin?” Hyunjin asked softly.

“At the hospital after YOUR sister fucked him up.” Felix spat out aggressively earning a nudge from Minho.

“My sister and I are two different people…” Hyunjin stated and the room fell  to an awkward silence. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault” Minho reassured Hyunjin and Hyunjin nodded.

“but your sister fucking sucks” Minho followed up.

“Yeah no kidding” Felix agreed and Hyunjin chuckled as he looked at the boys who just smiled back at him.

“Hyunjin and I will go talk to Jeongin and we’ll figure out what to do. Don’t say anything to Y/N while we do that. We will report back later. Got it?” Minho ordered and the boys nodded their heads as Minho patted Hyunjin back as Hyunjin Let Minho take the lead towards the door.

Minho reached and grabbed the door of the hospital and Hyunjin walked in, Minho following behind. It was a silent place, almost eerie and the feeling of walking in and smelling the clean air made Hyunjin sick. He kept replaying what Felix had said about Yeji and that Jeongin and Y/N were close. That someone knew her better than him. No sense of jealousy, but almost sadness, that she had someone to confide in that wasn’t himself. And he couldn’t blame her. How do you talk about things with your significant other if it’s a secret that needs to be kept.  In the back of his mind its troubled him how well you played your role, never once breaking or exposing your raw truth. He was impressed. You have always been someone to impress him. You would amaze him in ways he never knew one could. So it hurt him to know that you must have been in pain, in agony, when the closest person to you ended up here.

“Can I ask..” Hyunjin began and Minho shifted his view to him.

“Yeji.. what. Um. Like what..”

“He had seven fractured ribs, damn near a broken spine, collapsed lung, broken shoulders from being hung.” Minho started and Hyunjin felt the pain run off of Minho’s tone.

“He was extremely dehydrated and malnourished and she kept him alive by injecting him adrenaline. His heart race was so high that the doctors believed he could have gone into cardiac arrest. And then the night we got him back and … everything happened…” the two walked slower until Minho stopped in his tracks.

“She shot him in his back. He had to undergo surgery four hours and retrieve the bullet and shards. It’s a miracle he’s alive.”

Hyunjin imagined it. That night he saw you in the basement. When everything changed, not only was she dealing with the pain of losing you but she was enduring the pain of losing her closest person.

“Jeongin is the youngest of us. And growing up, Y/N probably felt alone. I don’t know when but I know that those two are attached at the hip.”

Hyunjin smiled and Minho laughed a bit as they started to walk again and Minho shrugged.

“Don’t get too jealous Hyunjin. She still has a lot of love for you.” Minho reassured.

“I’m not jealous just, upset that you guys had to go through this. I feel responsible.” Hyunjin sighed and Minho nodded.

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know what she was doing.” Minho said.

“I still don’t. It worries me that she’s constantly planning something. She’s a fucking parasite.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes and Minho laughed.

“Whatever she has up her sleeve, we will come back twice as hard against her.” The two walked up to the door and Minho knocked as Hyunjin grew nervous about meeting Jeongin.

“Minho!” Jeongin exclaimed as Minho stepped into the room. Then Hyunjin saw him. A small boy in his opinion, eyes sharp, resembling a cute fox. His dark hair over his eyes, and his skin was pale. He was sitting up on the bed watching tv and had just finished his dinner which was set on a tray next to him. Jeongin looked at Hyunjin and his eyes widened and Hyunjin got more anxious.

“Jeongin, this is Hyunjin.” Minho introduced and Jeongin smiled at Hyunjin.

“Nice to meet you Jeongin.” Hyunjin nodded at him.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Jeongin smiled and Hyunjin widened his eyes.

“You have?”

“Not all of it came from the documents.” Jeongin smiled while he spoke and Hyunjin smiled and thought about what it could have been that you shared. How many secrets did Jeongin know? What kinds of things did you express to him?

“She loves you a lot. Thank you for taking care of her.

Hyunjin snapped out of his mind when he heard Jeongin speaking to him. Hyunjin smiled softly before Jeongin turned his attention to look at Minho.

“What’s going on?”

“Grandfather ordered an execution on Y/N for treason.” Minho stated and Jeongin pursed his lips with little shock in his face.

“Cause she’s pregnant..”

“Yeah.”

“And I bet she came up with a ridiculous plan too.” Jeongin stated earning a surprised looked from Minho and Hyunjin stepped a bit closer.

“She wants to use a tranquilizing bullet to slow her heart rate down enough to wear grandfather believes she is dead.” Hyunjin said and Jeongin bit his lip.

“And she wants Minho to pull the trigger.” Jeongin finished and Minho looked at him as he nodded slowly.

“Are you?” Jeongin asked.

“I can’t. There’s no guarantee that the bullet won’t kill her and her baby.”

“She really over complicates everything.” Jeongin crossed his arms over his chest.

“We need you to talk to her. And convince her not to go down this route.” Minho demanded and Jeongin furrowed his brows.

“Why me?”

“Unfortunately you’re the only one she will listen to. If I tell her it’s not enough.”

“If I try to convince her to not go through with it.. what would be the other route.” Jeongin sat forward.

“We don’t know. We have to think about it.”

Hyunjin watched the pause over the room. The silence that consumed the two. He watched as Jeongin was struggling to say something as Minho paced slowly around the hospital room.

“Minho.” Jeongin softly said.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe the gun shouldn’t be pointed at Y/N.”

Hyunjin looked over at Minho who looked at Jeongin in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we should be aiming our weapons at someone else.”

Hyunjin thought about Jeongin’s words. He pondered through them until he knew what Jeongin meant. Until everything made sense.

“Your grandfather.” Hyunjin softly said and Minho looked at him and then shook his head.

“Jeongin we can’t kill grandfather.” Minho walked closer to the bed.

“Can't.. or won’t?” Jeongin tested.

“Huh?.” Minho flinched back lightly.

“Look at me Minho and tell me you really believe that grandfather shouldn’t be the one on his knees begging for mercy. Tell me you don’t believe he hasn’t committed treason.” Jeongin sternly said and Minho stood there and looked down at the floor.

“Think about it. He almost killed his own blood.” Jeongin pointed to himself.

“He did kill his own blood.” Hyunjin interjected and Jeongin turned his head softly.

“Killing grandfather could mean a whole world of danger . Not just to Y/N...but all of us.” Minho said almost mumbling through his teeth.

“So the risk scares you?” Jeongin asked.

“Putting you all in danger scares me” Minho looked back up and snapped back at Jeongin.

“Minho. You had too many chances to defend Y/N in her time of need. This is your last chance.” Minho looked at Jeongin for a short period and felt his words. But inside he knew the consequences, he could feel the future, and he couldn’t bear to watch any of his family die. Not even you.

“Convive Y/N to change her mind, Jeongin. Hyunjin and I will figure out a plan.” Minho said as he headed out the door leaving Hyunjin there with Jeongin.

Jeongin sighed as he looked down at his hands and bit his lip.

“Whenever she spoke about you..”

Hyunjin looked up at Jeongin and Jeongin looked back up at him and continued.

“There was always a twinkle in her eye, and a smile on her face. She radiated a room when you were brought up. It was intoxicating.”

Hyunjin smiled a bit imagining you in that moment. How you always lit up a room. How your eyes shined beautiful and smiled like an angel.

“She loves you Hyunjin. More than anything. And I know you feel the same way. Don’t let her go through with this.” Jeongin stated and Hyunjin felt Jeongin’s voice darken and his next words left a shiver down Hyunjin’s spine.

“The only way out is through.”

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The night was eerily peaceful as Hyunjin looked out the window from the bedroom replaying Jeongin’s words.

“The only way out is through.”

Hyunjin remembered the same words spoken from his father, and how it made him feel and what he finally understood of it.

After you and Minho left the room Hyunjin looked at his father who groaned as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“She’s pregnant.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened with fear and he felt his whole body run ice cold. His heart beat racing and beating so loudly he could hear the pounding in his ears.

“How did you know?

“I can see it.” Hyunjin’s father smiled and Hyunjin felt the once cold rush turn warm. “She has the same glow about her the way your mother did when she was pregnant with you and Yeji.”

Hyunjin watched his father Internally deciding how to move forward and what to say.

“I am grateful to her for sparing your life Hyunjin. She’s incredibly trained and I know she didn’t have to.” Hyunjin’s father somberly said.

“Is that why you are helping us?” Hyunjin asked and his father sighed.

“I can only help you so much. The network, the organization of underground leaders, would have me at the stake if they knew I was handing out information like this.” Hyunjin knew that the mafia leaders couldn’t disappoint or go against the men who fed them.he knew the network was the way we received our riches and gold. The ones who did the dirty work so that the me above could shine. It was a dangerous game, and you never knew if someone close to you was a part of them. Hyunjin’s father could be dead within seconds if someone found out.

“You love her a lot, don’t you?” Hyunjin didn’t know how to answer his father, but he was tired of lying and tired of meeting a middle ground.

“More than anything in this world Father. She is my other half and I want to raise this child with her. I want to live a normal life with this woman.”

“Then the only way out Hyunjin is through.”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin scrunched his brows and his father nodded to himself.

“If you want to spend the rest of your life with her and your child, in peace, you cannot avoid the obstacles that stand in your way.”

Hyunjin stood there rather confused as his father watched him trying to uncover a riddle that he handed to his son. Hyunjin looking stunned as he was deciding what his father meant but his father clears his throat and pull him back into reality

“Go on. I have to continue my work.”

Hyunjin nodded softly and turned towards the door.

“Hyunjin..” Hyunjin turned around to his father and his father sighed.

“Be safe.”

You rose up from the bed and began wheezing and your body frailed and Hyunjin ran from the window over to you. Your hair and body was wet from sweat and you had tears streaming down your face. Your body was burning to the touch as Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey hey hey” Hyunjin cooed as you wheezed and Hyunjin looked at your face and grabbed it and looked into your eyes. Bone chilling fear “Y/N. Look at me.”

You found Hyunjins orbs and locked in with him as he helped you breathe in and out slowly. He began to feel you come down from your high and you looked down at his arms and chest that were around you.

“You’re okay.” He pulled you into him and you laid on his chest, crying.

“What happened ? Hyunjin asked stroking your hair and you sniffled

“A bad dream..I can’t remember..” you stuttered through your choked tears and Hyunjin comforted you

“Hey shush. I’m right here, love. Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything will be okay.”

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“Here it is”

“So tell me, when Minho shoots it-“ You started and Changbin cut you off.

“It will break the skin, it will hurt, especially if he is rather close to you. I made this protection pad for you to wear..”  Changbin handed to the padding and you eyed it a bit before he continued.

“This should help stop the force of the bullet from completely killing you”

“YAH!” Hyunjin yelled more as a warning to be careful with the words people used. He was on edge with the whole situation.

“Hyunjin it ‘s fine. It won’t kill me. We just need it to put me out for a few, make grandfather believe I am dead.” You looked at him before turning to Changbin, “Thank you Changbin.”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw and left the room as you tried to grab on to his arm as he jerked you off.

“Hyunjin—“

You followed after him and you two were in the hallway when you called out his name again and grabbed him as he  turned to you.

“This is ridiculous Y/N putting yourself at danger! Putting everything on the line like this. If he thinks you're dead, what difference does it make!?”

“He hid me from the world. He made me non existent. Do you know that you could have been dead years ago!? That’s why.” You retorted and Hyunjin sighed out in frustration.

“I’m playing the same game as him, Hyunjin. Making myself non existent. For me, for you…” You grabbed his hand and placed it over your stomach, “for our family.”

Hyunjin pulled you into a hug and held you tightly, like he was going to lose you .“I just can’t bear to think of something happens, if you-“

“Nothing will happen, I promise. I trust Minho. I trust the plan.”

Hyunjin looked at you with little confidence as you perched yourself up to place a kiss on his lips. Pulling back you still saw the worrying in his eyes and you placed your hand on his cheek.

“I’m going to go back to talk to Changbin some more.” You smiled and you turned to leave and Hyunjin watched you walk away.

He ran his hands through his hair and face. He sighed and looked down reaching into his pants to grab his phone. The words of not only his father but Jeongin kept playing and Hyunjin began to believe that they were right. You can’t go through with this. He wouldn’t allow it.

He hit the dial button on his phone and raised it to his ear hearing the sounds of the ringing go through.

“Hello?” The voice of the man came through.

“Meet me at the intersection. Tonight.”

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Hyunjin sat at the bar, twirling the ice in his drink. He heard the sound of the door opening behind and grabbed the glass and took a sip of the liquor.

“Bourbon. Straight.” Hyunjin looked over as Minho took a seat down next to him.

“You called me rather late. What’s going on?”

“The only way out of through.” Hyunjin said and Minho looked at him confused.

“Huh”

“That’s what my father said to me when we left his office the other day, talking about your grandfather.” Minho’s drink slid over to him and he looked at it. Grabbing the glass as he remembered the day you three went to the Hwang mansion.

“What does he mean by that”

“Jeongin asked you, can you kill your grandfather?” Minho sat his glass down and looked at Hyunjin.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Can you?” Hyunjin reiterated.

“Hyunjin you don’t understand. Murdering that man would set a domino effect in the leadership. The network for us is incredibly powerful. Killing our grandfather would be a means of war, he leads the network for the family. No one knows that but me.” Minho turned and explained.

“We can’t avoid him.” Hyunjin pressured and Minho groaned as he looked away in frustration. Hyunjin continued

“Tell me that you believe if we play his game and hide Y/N he won’t find her. He won’t track her down? He won’t be suspicious? Tell me you really think that your grandfather wouldn’t catch on.”

“My family is my priority.” Minho stated.

“We’re family Minho. My child is your family. And our family is in danger.” Hyunjin pleaded and Minho looked back at his drink as he sighed heavily. There was silence that laid over the two before Minho spoke up again.

“I don’t expect you to know this. But, I have lived with guilt my whole life. He’s hurt her Hyunjin, in the worst of  ways. And I knew. Every goddamn time he took her to his office. She would be covered in bruises and cuts. She would cry every night and I would hear her. She needed me Hyunjin and I let her down time and time again. I never did anything.”

Hyunjin reflected Minho’s words. Things he never knew about you. All the years and all the deep dark moments you could never share. It saddened Hyunjin. He wished he could have held you in those hard times and every moment when you needed him more. But how could he have known?

“The only way out is through.” Minho said to himself bringing Hyunjin back.

“Can you kill him?” Hyunjin asked desperately.

“I can but..”

“But what?” Hyunjin cut Minho off and Minho was deep in thought.

“We have to catch him off guard. And Y/N can’t know.”

“Wouldn't she want him dead?” Hyunjin asked confused as to why you couldn’t know.

“She doesn’t realize it, but in the back of her mind, she has an attachment to him. One that she can’t break on her own.”

Hyunjin sat back and sighed and Minho continued to explain.

“He raised her, and made her who she is. No matter how much she may think she hates him, she can’t see a life where he is dead.”

“She gave me this by the way….” Minho reached in the back of his pocket and pulled out the note you had handed Minho a while ago for Hyunjin. He handed it to Hyunjin who took it and opened it up. Hyunjin’s eyes scanned over the words you had written. He felt his heart quench and his eyes grew hot and watery. It was a painful letter. It was painful for Hyunjin.

“She’s prepared to die..” Hyunjin whispered to himself and Minho clasped his hands and breathed out deeply.

“I will kill him, but Hyunjin when I take that shot…” Minho paused and Hyunjin turned his head.

“It’s war.”

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Hyunjin grabbed the files off his desk and he walked over to the cabinet and placed the files in it. He heard the door of his office open and close and he turned around to find Chan standing there with sadden eyes, very tense demeanor.

“What are you doing here?” Hyunjin spat and walked towards his desk not looking at Chan.

“I came here to talk.” Chan took a step closer and Hyunjin snapped.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Hyunjin please listen.” Chan pleaded.

“No.” Hyunjin grabbed his suit jacket off his chair and began throwing it over his arms.

“Changbin told me about Y/N.” Hyunjin paused and turned to Chan and grabbed his gun and held it in his hand defensively.

“What did he tell you?” Hyunjin spoke clenching his jaw.

“That she’s pregnant ..” Hyunjin gripped his gun tighter and Chan looked at his hand.

“And in danger.”

Hyunjin began fuming and looked at Chan intensely until Chan sighed and kept talking.

“Hyunjin, helping Yeji my… that was selfish of me and I know you don’t forgive me but—“

“ I haven’t forgiven you Chan.” Hyunjin interjected.

“I’m sorry..” Chan began to let a few tears fall from his face softly.

“I want to set things right for you, for her, for..” Hyunjin looked at Chan and Chan shrugged sadly.

“Your baby.”

“How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn’t a set up and you’re gonna tell Yeji the plan or that you’re not working with Y/N grandfather?” Hyunjin through his gun up at Chan and Chan put his hands up in surrender as Hyunjin accused.

“I can’t ask you to trust me, I know I lost that from you.”

Hyunjin looked at Chan and felt broken. But the part of him that felt betrayed would let the gun come down.

“There’s a shelter.. a little home…. off the grid.” Hyunjin lowered his gun a bit as Chan was speaking.

“It was a place my father created in case he had to hide my family. It’s never been used.”

“Who knows about it?” Hyunjin stood back and withdrew his weapon.

“Only me. And now you.”

Hyunjin paused and took a deep breath as Chan lowered his hands.

“You can take her there, and you can have your baby there. It’s a good place Hyunjin. No one will find you.”

“Unless you tell someone.” Hyunjin muttered.

“I won’t.” Chan reassured and Hyunjin shook his head, “I don’t expect you to trust my word but I hope you take the offer. It’s the least I could do after everything.”

“Chan.” Hyunjin spoke and Chan stopped talking to let Hyunjin speak.

“Come with us. Come fight with us. Defend us. And then, I can trust you.” ********************************************************

Hyunjin and you sat in the car. He looked at you the whole time and watched you as you shook your leg and bit your thumb. You were anxious, nervous. It was today and Hyunjin knew it. He knew how it would all end. Your mind was so preoccupied with the what if’s and the unknowns you couldn’t find peace. Hyunjin wanted to take your hand and just tell you everything will be fine. Tell you that it will all be over. But it was a lie. You two were going to be fine and safe, but not forever. This didn’t end tonight, it was beginning.

I’m going in.” You unbuckle your seat belt and looked at Hyunjin. Hyunjin slid his hand over your cheek and behind your head as he pulled you into a kiss, one that felt so passionate, full of love, fear, lust. Like it was the last time you two would ever feel each other. He wanted to savor this peaceful moment one more time. He wanted you to know he was here in every way.

“Y/N” Hyunjin whispered against your lips. Your name brought him security and safety. You were everything he ever needed in his life and once you left that vehicle, nothing would be the same. But he needed you to know how he felt at that moment. Two souls as one.

“I love you.” Hyunjin said and you looked into his eyes. He didn’t want you to leave the car but you had to. You smiled softly at him.

You got out and shut the door as you began walking into the hospital. Hyunjin watched you to make sure you got inside before he saw a few black cars pull up next to the building. Hyunjin knew immediately that they had to be inside. They were waiting for her. Hyunjin started the car and began driving off to warn the others.

“They took her.”  Hyunjin bursted into the office and Minho jolted up out of his seat as he turned to Felix who looked back at him.

“It’s time.” Minho said and Felix nodded and got up and grabbed his jacket.

“Let’s go fuck shit up.” Felix said and left the room, heading to go round up the other boys.

Hyunjin stood there across from Minho as Minho looked back at him.

“So we are really doing this?” Hyunjin asked and Minho nodded his head.

“Better late than never.” Minho scoffed to himself and Hyunjin nodded as they both left the room.

“CARS READY.” Felix shouted by and Hyunjin found Minho's gun and grabbed it.

“You may need that.” Hyunjin laughed as he handed it to Minho. Minho looked at Hyunjin with a serious face.

“Remember, as soon as I fire that bullet.” Minho started.

“Get her out of there.” Hyunjin finished.

“Whatever happens Hyunjin. Please protect her.” Minho placed his hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder and Hyunjin nodded.

“With my life.”

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“All three of you. In one vicinity. How delightful it is to see such a scene, and how pathetic it is to see the son of Hyun-woo sacrificing his life yet again for a woman.” Hyunjin clenched his jaw as he looked at you and you stared back. He was hard to read, something that never was difficult before. He looked busy in his mind, thinking about something deeply. You turned to Minho and he looked down at you as you tried to read him. Blank. You felt your heartbeat quicken and the pit of your stomach felt light. Where were they? Why were they not with you?

“Since I have you three here, I might as well use this to my advantage.” your grandfather stepped closer and looked at Minho.

“Shoot her.”

“Don’t you dare.” Hyunjin growled.

“Shoot her Minho.”

“Minho I swear to god, don’t you dare pull that trigger.”

“No?” Your grandfather looked at Hyunjin and he smiled at him. “ Then you pull it Hyunjin. Pull yours.”

You looked at the scene and felt tears brim your eyes. Nothing felt right and this was not the plan. You looked to Hyunjin and then Minho. Minho began to shake and you pleaded with your eyes.

“I don’t care who pulls the trigger, it means nothing to me. One of you has to die anyways…”

Those words sent chills down your spine. No matter the outcome, your grandfather felt no remorse if anyone were to die. It was painful, but not shocking. He ordered the death of your family and has no sense of guilt for what he has done. You bit your lip and almost felt like the plan would have caused nothing but more anger and pain. So maybe you would be okay if Minho pulled the trigger. Maybe this was the best thing for everyone.

“You heard him Y/N.” Minho said softly and you looked at him in fear as he cocked his gun back and you saw the light escape his eyes, full blown rage.

“One of us has to die.”

You closed your eyes, letting a tear run down your cheek as you heard the sound of the gun fire off.

Instant ringing.

You felt your heart slow and your head buzzed. You opened your eyes slowly and heard the drowning sound of Minho kneeling in front of you, screaming.

“Y/N. GET UP.” You looked at Minho confused as he cut you out of your restraints, Hyunjin behind him reaching for your arm. The sounds of guns began shooting off as you were pulled up from your knees, stumbling. You saw the boys in front shooting guns at the men on the sides, bodies falling as you dodged.

“COME ON LET'S GO.” Hyunjin grabbed your hand as you looked at him and he took you. You turned your head and watched Minho shoot back at people and your grandfather lying on the floor. Blood pooled his body and your eyes widened in disbelief. This wasn’t the plan.

All too quickly you saw Minho get struck with a bullet and fall back and you stopped in your tracks and pulled from Hyunjin’s grip.

“MINHO!” You screeched and began running back and Hyunjin turned and grabbed you around the waist as he pulled you back.

“Y/N, NO!” He screamed and you began to cry as you were carried away and saw Seungmin run to Minho’s body and kept shooting.

“LET’S GO!” You heard someone yell as men began retreating. Hyunjin brought you to the car and put you in as you felt your body go numb. Hyunjin ran to the drivers side and you saw cars with your cousins begin driving past you.

“We gotta go.” Hyunjin said as he started the car and began following the cars.

Your mind was in too many places. Nothing made sense. Your grandfather was dead. And Minho shot him.

Minho was shot.

“This wasn’t the plan.” You softly said and Hyunjin looked over to you and sighed.

“I know.”

You sat in the passenger seat and watched the cars in front. Your family was driving, Minho may be there. You had no idea what was happening but you were near your family at least.

Until the cars turned in different directions. Opposite ways and you and Hyunjin kept going forward. You turned your head back frantically as Hyunjin sped forward.

“My family.” You said and Hyunjin didn’t budge.

“Hyunjin... my family.” You looked at him as he kept his eyes in the road. You were growing frustrated and you grabbed his gun and aimed it at him.

“Hyunjin, stop the car.” You watched as he sighed and side eyed you and you cocked the gun back and screamed.

“STOP THE CAR!”

Hyunjin cursed and slammed on the brakes and you held yourself up from crashing into the front of the car.

Hyunjin opened his car door and got out as you watched in disbelief and got out of the car too. He walked around the front of the car and you kept going

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT HUH?! I TOLD YOU GUYS THE PLAN! YOU DIDN’T FOLLOW THE PLAN! WE NEED TO GO BACK. MY FAMILY IS IN DANGER. MINHO IS HURT. GRANDFATHER IS DEAD!

“Y/N.” Hyunjin said quietly as you were panicking and hitting your fists against his chest.

“THEY NEED ME. YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO SHOOT ME NOT HIM THAT WAS THE PLAN!”

Hyunjin pulled the white note out of his pocket and raised it in the air and yelled back.

“THIS Y/N!? THIS IS YOUR PLAN!?”

You stopped and looked at the note you had written for Hyunjin. He groaned and calmed down as you felt the tears fall from your face. He watched you and took your hand in his.

“What we did back there. That was the only way. That was the only way out.” Hyunjin told you as you shook your head.

“Hyunjin,  what you guys did back there… you just started a war. We are all in danger now. All of us, they won’t stop till I’m dead. Our baby Hyunjin, our baby is in danger. They won’t quit..”

“Y/N” Hyunjin clasps his hands over your cheeks and you look up at him in his eyes. He wiped your tears away.

“I’m taking you far away. A safe place where no one will find us and we can raise our child.”

“But my family and Minho..” you interrupted and Hyunjin wiped another tear.

“Will be fine. They know the plan. They know the risks. Your safety is their priority.”

You look down at your feet and Hyunjin lifted your chin back up to meet eyes and he kissed you softly. He slid his hand over your stomach and you grinned a bit. Hyunjin pulled back and looked at you again.

“This is my priority. You are my life. We are going to have this baby. And this child is a gift, a reason to start anew.”

You smiled and thought about his words as you raised your hands to caress his face and he smiled at you before leaning in to capture your lips in one last kiss.

Because this was the beginning to a new end. This was where you and the love of your life made a new start. This man, who you have loved for years. The person who makes your heart skip a beat when he walks in a room. He who made you feel safe and secured. From the moment you said ‘I do’ you knew that this man was your eternal. He was the one you couldn’t live life without. You two were cut from the same strand, two souls as one.

“I love you Hwang Y/N.” Hyunjin softly said against your lips, forehead pressed against your.

“I love you too, Hwang Hyunjin.”

A/N: hi everyone! i do apologize for the postponement. Thank you for your patience and love. I am doing very well and with family. Thank you ❤️ this is the end my loves. its bittersweet truthfully and i am very happy to have shared this story with you. As always let me know your thoughts and feelings. please stay tuned for my next series, Everlasting.

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 7- Touch Me Under The Stars

Bucky Barnes x reader Series Rewrite (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS)

Summary: Now that Bucky is finally out of Cryo, the two of you adjust to life in Wakanda.

Warning: fluff, smut (it gets spicy), Bucky being soft

Masterlist

Life in Wakanda was something you could never have ever dreamed of, they literally had everything here. The buildings were huge, the people so interesting and lively, the scenery absolutely breathtaking, and the tech? Out of this fucking world to put it bluntly. Tony Stark who?

Though you’d be a lying fool if you claimed to be fully satisfied with your new corner of the globe, you had a place to exist and feel comfortable in, even a nice apartment overlooking the city that’s attached to where Bucky is currently being held in.

Right. Bucky.

He’s been on your mind as of late, well in actuality he’s been consuming most of your brain processing for the past couple weeks since you and him arrived here with T’Challa and Steve after the mess in Siberia.

Another painful memory added to the already long list of traumatic experiences endured by you throughout these past sixty or so years. But you’re surviving, well enough for the most part that is; you see Steve left soon after Bucky went into the Cryo chamber. Leaving yourself all on your lonesome in a strange new country with no friends but T’Challa.

If you could even consider him a friend.

Who by the way, makes you still feel pretty uncomfortable around considering all the times you beat the shit out of each other in the past, and he thought you and Bucky killed his dad, so it’s been light treading even if he insists it’s all in the past.

On a lighter note you met his little sister Shuri, who upon discovering who you were and what you can do, immediately began marveling at the fact that you have Adamantium claws in your forearms. She was thoroughly impressed and asked for you to cut a lot of random expensive looking objects for scientific purposes only.

Well that’s what she claimed at least. Other then then those two, you’ve been pretty solitary for the most part. Which has really started getting to you recently, something that T’Challa has begun to notice.

That man is too observant for his own good.

Wind rustles the jungle trees from outside this large glass window in the lounging area of King T’Challa’s extravagant home. They sway freely in the open sun as they stretch their great green leaves to the beautiful sky above. But no bout of joy resides in your heart this day, no matter how enticing the weather may appear.

Soon a new presence is felt in the room, though it’s nothing to be alarmed about as he walks to your side, a thoughtful yet concerned expression crossing over his kingly features, “Are you finding your stay here welcoming Y/N?” Wonders T’Challa softy as you slowly blink.

“I am.”

He frowns, you’ve been quit talkative before, but now you barely even speak to anyone, “My friend I know you are not alright. Please tell me what troubles your heart.”

Dammit he’s good.

Sighing, you hug your sides as he patiently awaits an honest answer, frowning, you reluctantly begin, “I thought I would be fine....I’ve always been alone for most of my life anyways. Never counted on anyone but myself. Never needed anyone but myself. That’s how I survived. It’s just now.....I have Bucky. And I care about him more then anything in the world, but he’s gone.......well not really but, you know.” You whisper before turning your head towards some tall trees so that the king cannot see the way that your eyes brim with unshed tears. God the ache you feel for him is almost unbearable.

Understanding your deep sorrow from your lovers absence, T’Challa slowly nods, “I cannot fully express an understanding of your pain, as I have never felt it like the way that you have now. Nor have I lived the life of your own.” He admits as you turn your head to catch him in your peripheral vision, not quit ready to meet his unthreatening gaze.

He swallows before continuing, “But this I do know, you are a warrior if I’ve ever known one, and I know many.” Chuckles the king, “You fight fiercely and love deeply, Bucky should be proud to have you by his side. I may envy that kind of love, though I should not say it, it is true.”

A stray tear slides down your cheek as you quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand, “Love.” You whisper softly in thought, “I do love him, yes....very much. I’ve been withdrawn lately, because well, I guess I miss him more then I’d realize I would. I hope your people help him. That’s all I ask for, I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

“You might not be waiting quit that long actually.” Reveals Shuri as her familiar footsteps wander into the large sun-lite room overlooking the jungle, “My team just needs a couple more days with him and he’ll be good to go for the most part. Though the process of fully becoming free from the trigger words may take a little longer....his mind will still need time to heal.” Explains Shuri as she moves to stand on your left, opposite of her half-brother.

At this your heart speeds up with excitement, eyes turning to face the smiling princess , “I don’t want to threaten royalty, but I might break a couple of your lounge chairs if you’re lying to me. I’m not joking.” You add half jokingly as T’Challa lightly chuckles.

“Now I do not doubt that.”

——

Today you’ve been summoned into the lab in preparation for Bucky’s defrosting, claiming that having a familiar face as the first thing he sees was probably the best for when he wakes up again, at least that’s what the doctors told you.

And of course you didn’t even hesitate to say yes. So now here you are in their cleaner then a soap bottle lab, standing nervously a couple feet away from the Cryo chamber as some scientists go about their duties to his left. It’s strange, he looks relatively peaceful and serene, like he’s having a nice little nap while standing upright and covered in frost.

Nonetheless Bucky looks handsome as always, soon a tiny subconscious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you await the aftermath of the defrosting process. A button is hit and the familiar whoosh of the air chamber fills your ears as bouts of warm white steam push up into the air from the bottom and sides of his chamber.

The inside goes foggy before one of the scientists flicks a switch and the glass door pops open to emit a plethora of tiny clouds that float up and dissipate just as quickly. In the aftermath, your eyes search for Bucky, he’s still sleeping and is covered in a couple specks of blue frost, his hair undoubtedly wet from the chamber’s atmosphere.

“Give him a moment, he may be slightly disoriented as the body wakes up again.” Explains Shuri from the doorway as you bite your bottom lip anxiously in anticipation for when he’s finally conscious.

“Right.” You nod in understanding, “Not like this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him this way.” You mutter with a depressing chuckle.

A second later you’re alerted to the sound of someone sucking in a deep breath, immediately your head snaps over to witness as Bucky stirs, his fingers curl back to life as his lips part. Then soon after his two icy blue pools slowly reveal themselves to the rest of the lab as he takes a look around.

Your fists grip tightly onto the fabric of your jacket as Bucky swallows before blinking back the slight blur of waking up from a couple weeks of hibernation. The scientists, Shuri, and you study his movements as Bucky’s brow raises in thought, his eyes only on you.

“How longs it been?” He wonders before taking a step to get out of the Cryo chamber.

“Exactly a month and a half Mr. Barnes.” Chirps Shuri enthusiastically as he nods in understanding before she gives a glance between the two of you, “Alright, I’ll give you and Miss. Valerious some time to catch up while we check your vitals.” Adds the princess before exiting out the door, the other scientists following suit.

Now it’s just you and your Bucky; glancing at the floor, the two of you wander into a semi-awkward silence before he finally breaks the ice, “You look good.” He mutters softly, a small reassuring smile on his pink lips as your eyes trail up to meet his.

Revealing a breathy laugh, you shrug, “Hardly. But you on the other hand, white, I like it. It’s a good color on you.”

His stubbled cheeks flush pink as he smiles brightly, “I think I remember you telling me the exact same thing before I went under.”

“Well I just told you again, because I mean it.”

“Well I like the new style..” Points Bucky to your outfit, “it’s Wakandian but very Y/N.....I like it.”

Shaking your head you begin giggling at his adorable compliment, “Barnes you’re too much....but seriously, how do you feel? Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Thirsty?”

He smiles, “No, uh....I actually feel pretty good honestly. I could go for something to eat though, I’m starving.”

Walking over you gently take his hand in yours, “Say no more. T’Challa’s got everything here.”

——

After Bucky got readjusted and evaluated by Shuri’s team of incredible scientists and brilliant doctors, Bucky was well on his way to a full recovery from the years of mental torture given to him by Hydra. The words didn’t affect him anymore, the anxiety surrounding the very thought of breaking and turning on everyone again was a thing of the past.

He was your Bucky, completely.

In the following days after, T’Challa found a nice place on the outskirts of the grand city where you and Bucky could lay low and recover for some time as needed. Not wanting to over due your stay in his lavish home, and also wanting to feel the breeze again, you both agreed to live in a little village on the edge of a large pond.

All of it was Wakanda, so neither you nor Bucky stressed any worry that the Romanian and German authorities would come bursting through the front gates to whisk you away for your crimes. Or Tony Stark for that matter, he definitely hates you guys without a doubt in your mind.

Definitly with good reason, but that doesn’t mean you’d ever dare give Bucky up.

But on to greener pastures, it’s truly a possible thing that you’ve never seen Bucky in colors besides black or faded red shirts. But now? He wanders around in the brilliantly beautiful colors of Wakanda and her people with a brighter smile on his lips and lack of one arm for the time being.

Ah yes, the arm.

For the most part he’s been fine about it, though he needs your assistance when getting dressed or when attempting to wash the grime from his growing mane. Although, and fortunately for you, he’s still quit proficient in the area of love making with no decline in performance with lack of one arm, much to your satisfaction and his.

Besides that, it’s amusing, since you’ve been staying in this little friendly village, the kids have begun calling him the White Wolf when they want his attention. Which in turn earns a small smile upon his lips, one because he knows you usually hear it and think it’s adorable, and two it’s probably the first honestly kind thing anyone has ever placed on him, ever.

Walking across the villages center area, past huts and ladies washing some of their tunics, you follow the excited rambling of one of the village children as she talks a mile a minute about how you just have to see this really cool thing right now without exception. So of course you have to see this really cool thing, right now.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come! Faster you’re going to miss it, hurry you’re being slow.” Urges Ryn’a with a wave of her hand as she beckons you to starts running with her.

Heeding to her urgent request, you give her aunt a pursed lip grind before racing after the sprinting child, “This better be very interesting, or I’ll throw you into the water again!” You playfully threaten as she giggles across the grassy field.

Soon you’re crouching behind a rock as she peeks over the stony edge, ducking back down, she gives you a mischievous grin, “The White Wolf doesn’t see us.”

Raising a brow you nod, “This is what you wanted me to see? Him?”

Shaking her head she rolls her dark eyes in amusement, “No. We’re hunting.” She smirks in excitement as your brows furrow in confusion. Huh?

“Uh.....what?” Suddenly you connect the dots, “Are we hunting the White Wolf?” You ask, pretty damn positive that’s where this little adventure is going.

Shaking your shoulder excitedly she squeaks with joy before instantly catching herself and quieting down real quick, “He’s just over this rock. Chopping wood for the fire tonight....we need to hit him with a stick okay, then we run.”

Slowly nodding, your eyes trail over her excited face, “Hmm, okay. But I gotta ask, did Kova put you up to this and I’m now an accomplice?”

Biting her bottom lip, she diverts her gaze to the bushes behind you before mumbling out, “He might have......and if I was to hit the White Wolf on his head without getting caught. I’d get to play the drums for the fire tonight.” She whispers almost embarrassed.

Giving her a kind smile, you gently touch her shoulder in reassurance as she looks to you now, “Well then. Looks like we’re on a wolf hunt today, huh. Lucky for you, I’m great at throwing sticks.”

Immediately she squeals in joy before standing as still as stone, “Sorry.”

“No worries. I don’t think he heard a sound.” You reply, snatching a ruler sized stick from the ground before peeking over the grey sun kissed rock.

There he is, in his red tunic completely oblivious, using a Vibranium axe to chop away at the wood for tonight’s fire dance. Sitting back down, you press your back against the stone as Ryn’a clenches her fists in excited anticipation, “Ready, Y/N?” You nod as she smiles.

“Okay good....don’t miss.” She warns.

“I never miss.” You muse before turning back around, your eyes peek up over the edge and watch as Bucky sets another log on the flat rock, he hauls the axe down, splitting the wood in two.

Setting the axe down again, he walks over to the small log pile before selecting one and setting it back on the flat rock, bending down to grab the axe and when he stands to his full height again...

Smack!

Instantly the dry weather worn stick flies from the back of his head to the ground below as he throws a wary look in your direction. Though he sees absolutely nothing but a big grey rock and some bushes. Touching the back of his head, he looks down and swiftly picks up the relatively unthreatening piece of dried wood.

Studying it like it’s the holy grail and will give him all the answers to eternal life and whatnot, he throws it to the ground before continuing with his duties as you turn back to Ryn’a. “That was a good hit.....can you do it again? Please?” Mutters the little beast as you settle down from that adrenaline rush of perfectly nailing Bucky in the back of his head without getting caught.

Let’s not forget you were one of Hydra’s most deadliest assassins.

Her dark chocolate eyes stare pleadingly and puppy-like as she fake pouts, “Please Y/N? I won’t ever leave another turtle in your house ever again....promise. I promise, please?” She quietly begs as you contain your laughter.

“Yeah alright. But you’re gonna have to run cause he’s probably gonna figure out where the second one came from.” You add with a smirk, “I’ll deal with the wolf after. I can take him.”

“Yes!” She squeaks, “Oh, sorry I mean....yes.” She whispers quietly as you search for a new stick to throw.

Soon enough you find another and cautiously look around the side of the rock this time, there’s Bucky, setting another log on the flat rock before slicing it in half. Instantly the biggest grin pulls your lips into a Cheshire Cat smile as he turns to grab another log.

Smack!

“Hey! Who was that?!” He shouts in confusion as Ryn’a bursts with laughter before booking it back to the safety of the village while you crouch there behind a rock cackling like a child.

God that was such an accurate hit too. And he didn’t even see it coming.

Suddenly you hear the sounds of feet running against the earth, when Bucky makes it to the back of the large rock you’re nowhere to be found. Brows furrowing, he looks at the bushes and then over to the nearby village before shaking his head and turning around to walk back over to his usual duties for the day.

Only now he’s confronted by the casually innocent face of you who’s standing there with the axe slung over your shoulder, “Something scare you Barnes?” You muse with a small laugh before nodding towards the wood, “I mean these logs can be pretty scary I won’t hold it against you. You might have seen a snake, who knows.”

Sauntering back over to you he stands there for a moment just observing your casually calm self, “Why do I have a suspicion you just hit me with a stick. Twice.”

Shrugging, you slam the axe into the dirt before rising up to meet his humored gaze, “Maybe it was a Rhino, maybe it was a little nine year old who needed me to win her a drum. Guess you’ll never know.”

Glancing from the ground then back up to you again, Bucky shakes his head at your theatrical antics, warm smile ghosting across his lips, “Well just so you know it didn’t hurt.” Assures your big tough man with a nod.

“I’ll use a bigger stick next time.” You quip as he takes a step closer to you.

Handsome face breaking out into a beaming grin, “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I’m tired of chopping wood.” He says as his fingers ghost against the bare skin of your sleeveless shoulders, “I just want to be with you.”

Touching the side of of his stubbly cheek affectionately, you smile, “Where too? By the pond?” Which causes him to snort a breathy laugh.

“No, I don’t trust you by open water.”

You shrug in agreement, remembering the first time you both arrived here and the children brought you into a splashing fight where you got Bucky’s hair all wet, “Yeah that’s fair.”

——

After enjoying a pleasant evening walk together, eating a delicious traditional Wakandian meal, and watching the performers for the celebration dance and beat on their drums for hours into the night. You and Bucky decided to steal away from the festivities and have a little moment together under the stars, just you and him, nothing and no one else.

“That was nice wasn’t it.” You mutter as he lays on his back next to you, “I like these people. They’re kind.”

Turning his head to meet your shadowed face, he smiles adoringly as you keep a steady gaze set on the stars above, “Well, no ones trying to kill us so I’d say we’re doing alright.”

“We are, aren’t we. Who would have thought that shit huh? Two ex-assassins, two fucked up people like us laying like sappy teenagers under the stars. This almost feels like some stupid romantic film.”

Bucky lets out a proper laugh this time as you send him a humored look, “What? I’m being honest!”

Quickly he rolls onto his side to face you, a new sultry flicker flashing through his dark gaze, “Maybe I like being sappy with you.” He mutters lovingly before trailing a finger across your jaw as you study his face.

“Sappy with me? Why Mr. Barnes are you flirting with me this fine evening?” You muse with a breathy chuckle as he smiles brightly down at you.

“I was hoping you’d notice, is it working?” He asks, a hopeful look in his dark blue eyes.

Leaning closer, he’s pleasantly surprised when you gently press your lips to his, “My God James you’re making me swoon.” You jest before snickering at your shitty old-timey accent replacing the Eastern European one, “Why I’ve never met such a character, now tell me Mr. Barnes, are you a single man?”

Holding in his laughter, he takes a breath before answering, “Doll, I’m taken.”

Gasping in mock surprise, you quickly sit up before pushing him onto his back by both shoulders, your legs to either side of his torso as your faces keep mere inches apart, “Well, well, well how about that.” You slyly tisk, your natural accent dripping heavily as it sends a thrill through Bucky, “Lucky woman indeed. But I can guarantee you, I’m much more enticing.”

Bucky shivers as you lean your body closer to his, your silky hands to either side of his flushed face as you smile a devilish grin in the darkness, “I don’t doubt it.” He rasps, voice just barley above a whisper, lips so close to yours now you could almost taste him.

“I just realized something.” You suddenly mumble against his plush inviting lips.

Bucky hums in reply, to completely and utterly enthralled by your seductive charm to even form a coherent sentence, you smirk before rising to properly sit up against him, “Bucky, you look better in the dark.”

His stomach rises with a deep laugh that rubs pleasingly against your growing warmness as he gently squeezes a hand on your right thigh, “You’re gonna get it for that one.” He muses, appearing like he’s about to flip you over but you’re not having any of that.

Pressing a hand against his firm chest, you suddenly grind your clothed nether regions slowly and meticulously against his lower stomach. He quickly lets out a low guttural moan as you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

Pulling away, you rest one hand on the thin Wakandian blanket that’s keeping you two from the dirty ground below, your other hand gently trailing down the side of his stubbly face, “Just let me make love to you okay? If you want that i...”

“Yes!” Interrupts Bucky with a great bout of enthusiasm before catching himself, “I mean....uh, yes please.” He mutters, failing to regain his composure as you circle your hips against his fiery skin. Oh, you are certainly enjoying yourself.

Smiling into the half moonlight, your eyes trail cautiously over to the burning village bond-fire a small trek away, seeing everyone laughing and minding their sweet business you then immediately pull your shirt off, your bra following right after just as quickly. Laying discarded on the nearby grass for later; Bucky’s eyes go wide with lust as the outline of your curves and protruding breasts flash like gold in the moonlight.

God you’re so beautiful, he thinks, and all mine.

The smile that Bucky gives you could just about light up a room on the darkest of nights, he wants you, he needs to be consumed by you, to feel you for all that you are. You can see it by the way that he rubs your partially exposed thigh, by the way his eyes never leave yours and when they do it’s to wander around your divine vessel.

He’s never been more in love then in this very moment, if that’s even possible; he’s never really spoken too deeply about it, his time with Hydra. But he’s undoubtedly glad that you found him when you did, he was in a dark place then. Lost and alone, on the run and keeping to the shadows as best he could from the rest of the hungry eyes of the world.

Then one day out of the blue you showed up with nothing but your wits and a kind smile to show you meant no harm, all you wanted was to see him again after all that time apart from your escape and his imprisonment with Hydra. He was sent to kill you, but you came back to him anyways.

He didn’t understand it at first, when he began to realize what falling in love truly felt like, but with time it came to him. At first sight wasn’t something that happened by any means, he was nervous to see you, standing there so innocently in his apartment in Bucharest. He thought he was being careful, he thought he was safe.

But then Hydra’s most prized weapon and most difficult one at that, you, had shown up to make sure he was okay. He couldn’t believe it, but what scared him the most as he let you stay with him, he was slowly but surly beginning to fall in love with you.

Now that was a new feeling he hadn’t felt in decades, you intrigued him, made him laugh with the simplest of offhanded side comments, made him try to be a better person. And most of all you made him feel wanted and loved, and that is something he will always hold dearly to his very heart and soul.

Because as you’ve said to him, you’re his ride or die no exception, you’ll always be there to throw a punch for him or to gather himself in your arms when the darkness threatens to consume him for all he’s worth.

You’re not afraid of him like so many are, you don’t run from danger, oh no, when Bucky’s concerned. You’re ass will fight to exhaustion to keep him safe and alive. Which so far has proved a very useful state of mind in consideration to the past events that have currently led you two on this ever changing roller coaster.

From Bucharest to Berlin, a flight to Siberia and a long skip down to Wakanda; you two will be by each other’s side no matter the distance. Because to put it bluntly, you’re all Bucky has left in the world and Bucky is all you have either, one without the other would be a dreadful existence.

Luckily for you, Bucky’s incredibly alive and doing pretty damn alright all things considered. Also for the current moment, he’s becoming an undone mess underneath you. Which is just what you’ve wanted, he deserves it.

Trailing a fiery pathway of butterfly kisses from his collarbone all the way up to his neck and jawline, Bucky emits a deep groan of pleasure as you palm him through his baggy pants that have started to tent with the pull of his growing hardness.

His lower half is still clothed while your whole body is free for the shimmering stars to bear witness to, and Bucky of course. “Y/N. Please.” He rasps as you feel up his clothed manhood while you grind tirelessly against his bare stomach, the sensation no doubt drawing you into a blissful rising climax to follow.

Stopping your pleasurable attack to his hardened member, you swiftly roll off of him as you decide it’s time to get things rolling, “Alright hot stuff get that shit off, I need you inside me right the fuck now.”

“Give me a sec...” Grunts Bucky as he kicks off his pants into the grass before you help him prepare to slip off his underwear, holding the top rim of the fabric, you generously pull it to his ankles before he kicks them off completely.

He chuckles as your face flashes with delight once all the goods are finally shown at long last, “See something you like?” Quips your man as your head snaps up to meet his amused gaze, huh were you staring?

A hot second later you’re hovering directly above his heated body as he strains from grabbing your soft hips and pushing your slick entrance into him. He wants you to enjoy yourself more then anything in the world, so instead does he pull you in for a heated kiss.

“I see many things that I like.” You whisper against his soft lips before slowly sinking down onto him, the sensation of his fullness and girth pulling you into a world of bliss.

Your smile is almost provocative as he moans, the sounds of his pleasure sending sparks of electricity into your system, “God Buck, you feel so fucking good.” You praise, rolling your hips back and forth against him shamelessly, God he loves it when you sweet talk him

He smirks against the corner of your lips before kissing your cheek, “You.....to-too.” Stutters Bucky while you continue to relentlessly ride him like a wild bull, the rocking of your hips causing him to forget how to properly speak.

He looks absolutely angelic, dark locks spread out upon the Wakandian blanket, shirtless, and face smiling with great happiness and joy that he’s been so terribly deprived of for such a long time. Not anymore. Not if you can help it.

Biting your lip when his member twitches inside you, you’re helpless to stop as a soft voluptuous whimper leaves your parted lips unexpectedly when he bucks his hips into you for some more friction. Noticing how well this new action is being received by you, Bucky does it over and over again until you’re nothing but a moaning mess above him.

Dammit he knows how to make you feel good.

Your body falling fully onto him as he makes you cum hard, “F-fuck.....oh God Buck, fuck me.” You mumble against his lips as he thrusts up into you over and over until he finally spills inside you with a concentrated grunt.

“oh.” You gasp breathlessly as Bucky flips you onto your back in one skilled motion, still deep within your wet warmness as his whole body presses you wonderfully into the soft blanket, “I hope they can’t see us.” You point out as Bucky chuckles before kissing your jawline, strong hips pushing against yours as he parts your legs further with his large body.

“It’s dark out.” Mutters Bucky in reply as he pulls another moan from your sweet lips, “They’re dancing.....and we’re....oh fuck....uhh....yes...” He can’t even finish his sentence as you suddenly squeeze your walls tightly around his cock as a second orgasm hits you, “Dear God Y/N.” Moans Bucky while you trail pink fiery lines down his muscular back.

Smiling against his lips, you fully enjoy the sensation of his thick member sliding in and out of you at a blissfully rapid pace as he continues to make a mess down there with his pleasure inducing actions. You’re incredibly grateful for the fire dance celebration happening a little ways away and all the loud pounding of the tribal drums that masks over the sounds of yours and Bucky’s intense love making on the Wakandian savanna.

Biting your lip, you can’t help when more whiney moans slip from your mouth, he’s a relentless force of lust and love that’s on a mission to see you filled to the brim with pleasure once more. He needs you, he wants every single inch of your heated vessel, he needs you to come for him just one last time.

“Y/N.” Mumbles Bucky against your parted lips as you slowly nod in acknowledgment, too fucked out to think. He smirks, “Cum for me, last time okay.” Says your lover sweetly as his hips roll against your sweaty skin, sending waves of building pleasure on a crash course for your hot core that’s pulsating in delight.

Digging your nails into the slick muscle of his broad back, you suck in a breath while his hard member slides in and out of you with ease. You’re about to come undone right under him yet again, the power of this man you could just about die happy, “Fuck,” You whimper helplessly as he kisses your cheek, “oh God Buck I’m close.”

He smiles proudly as his hips thrust forward, cock sliding deep within your warm walls as his manhood presses on the brim of your entrance, working absolute wonders on your over-stimulated clit.

Soon enough, the tight coil bursts open, sending shock waves of absolute radiant bliss that causes your muscles to tighten and shake reflexively. A sudden wetness slips out around his cock and onto the Wakandian blanket that’s definitely going to need a deep cleaning tomorrow.

The new liquid slides down your inner thighs as your body slowly yet surly comes down from your salaciously erotic climax; head unclouding the thick fog away, you take a deep breath only for yourself to realize you just squirted for the first time ever.

And it appears Bucky has just come to this thrilling realization too, locking eyes with him, you’re greeted with a sly smirk, “Did I just make you squirt?” Muses Bucky in underlying excitement as you simply roll your eyes.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny it considering it’s all over the blanket, among other places.” You sass back, still aware of how he’s still buried deep inside you, “Proud of yourself?” You add with a small laugh.

Kissing your lips in reply, he pushes himself up by his one arm to gently slip out of you before laying in an exhausted heap at your side, “Actually. Yes, I am very proud of myself thanks for asking.” Quips Bucky while his hand trails down your bare rib cage before a huge grin reveals itself in the darkness, “I just made my girlfriend squirt!” Shouts Bucky without a care in the whole goddamn world.

Smacking his arm, you quickly sit up and look around, though it appears no one even knows you two are out here, “Will you shut up!” You whisper yell down at Bucky who’s giving you the biggest white toothed smile ever, “Stop smiling it wasn’t that impressive.”

Faking a half offended look, he pats your leg affectionately, “It was! And you seemed to be enjoying it so just accept that I’ve gotten better at this.”

You scoff, “I never said you weren’t. It’s just we’ve been together for almost three years and that’s the first time I’ve ever done.....that. So..”

“And it just happened so therefore I am amazing and you’re just going to have to accept how hot I am Y/N.”

“Buc..”

“I was getting you all hot and bothered doll.” Winks Bucky seductively as you shake your head at him, a reluctant smile creeping onto your beautiful features anyway.

“God you’re so old.”

Bucky snorts, “And aren’t you 65 or something? Sleeping with a 90 year old man....Y/N you’re getting out of hand.”

Shoving his hand off of your leg, you swiftly fall into his side as his arm curls up to wrap protectively against your waist, “Bucky shut your ass up.” You snicker, “I liked you better when I was on top. All you did was give me that “oh god Y/N oh fuck me ohhh I’m gonna I’m gonna...”

Bucky squeezes your side, “Okay. Okay. I get it you little asshole....let’s just, let’s just rest a moment yeah?”

You hum, shifting yourself so that you can lay against his chest, “Getting mushy on me now Barnes?” You whisper softly with a playful smirk.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his plush lips while he glances down at you, “A little.”

For about twenty minutes the two of you keep silent, just listing to the yelps and thunderous pounding of the drums from farther away. There is no reason to leave, no reason to move, no reason to speak. Just you two, laying wrapped up together in each others loving embrace, taking in the moment for as long as you can. The future is always uncertain, so every single second with Bucky is a blessing to be cherished and consumed for all you can take.

His breaths are slow and steady as you feel the soft rise and fall of his muscular chest that’s pressed against your breasts and face. His fingers run gentle line up and down your naked skin as you hug him close.

“Do you remember when we first saw one another?” Asks Bucky, his voice almost startling you. Lips just barley brush against your naked shoulder as he holds you close, your face nuzzled comfortably against his dark hair.

You pause, eyes blinking as they shift over to Bucky while he awaits an answer, “It was a long time ago Buck.”

“I know. But do you remember?”

Shrugging, you shift a bit to have a better look at his face, “I do. But you were the Winter Soldier and I was.....something I never want to be ever again.” You mutter, the sadness and regret deep in your soft voice.

All goes silent for the next couple minutes before Bucky suddenly kisses your shoulder, “I thought you were beautiful.”

Yours brows raise as you pull from his right grasp to sit up on one elbow while you look down at him, a lump forming in the back of your throat as you hold back tears. You didn’t expect to get this emotional but here you are naked and bare for him, “You did?”

Bucky nods in the darkness, heart hurting when your voice cracks, he’s never told you a word about how he felt when he was a weapon, “And every day after that.”

“oh.”

“I didn’t want them to.....well, you know.....I didn’t want to forget you.” Confesses Bucky, “I’m so fucking glad I didn’t. Thank you for finding me Y/N....I owe you my life.”

Biting the bottom of your quivering lip, he smiles adoringly up at you, “Bucky....shut up you’re going to make me cry you bastard.” He laughs as you indeed shed a couple stray tears in this soft moment of vulnerability with your sweet man as he holds you protectively in his arm.

“I mean it...every single word, you mean so much to me Y/N. The world would be a darker place without you in it...”

You lower your head in shame, all those buried memories piling up all at once, “No. No it wouldn’t be....I’m part of the darkness Bucky...you know that..”

“Y/N, look at me, please.” Begs Bucky as you begrudgingly lift your head for him to meet your tearfully sad eyes, “Don’t let them win. What they did to us, what they made us do....you’re so much better then all of that. We’ve changed Y/N, for the better and you know it...the words can’t break me anymore and you, you’re free.”

“Okay.” Is all you’re able to rasp out before more tears fall willingly from your eyes, tiny water droplets of grief and remorse pattering against his bare chest, Bucky’s heart breaks for your pain and loss, and everything those fuckers at Hydra put you through before your escape to freedom.

He knows how much you hate yourself for all the innocent people you killed, granted not many were adherently innocent, but there where many that died by your hand because wrong place wrong time or by Hydra manipulation. Selling you false secrets that painted some people who were indeed good, as the enemy equal to the worst kinds of humans.

He knows, and he refuses to let you fall into this dark pit of despair, “I love you...okay, Y/N I love you so fucking much.” His words are well heard and received as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

There he holds you tightly, there he will protect you with his life, and there he will stay with you under the stars until dawn breaks out over the horizon.

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Symbiosis - Benimaru & Joker

Summary: Benimaru, Joker, and a former Sister learn how to work through their frustrations with their investigation into the Holy Sol Temple through the one thing they know best: sex.

Pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x Fem!Reader x Joker

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pwp (I didn't even try this time lmao), spanking, vaginal sex, oral sex, dirty talk/degradation, some dob/sub themes, hair pulling, face fucking. I do not count this as dp but some people might. SPIT ROASTING.

Notes: So I wrote this for @tamcitrus and I hope she likes it! It’s like my most self indulgent piece to date probably lol. Idk how I managed to write this while being barely able to breathe but when the inspo strikes what can you do....First FF/ENS piece! I think they may be a bit OOC but...whatever I’m too sick to care.,

 “So will you join me, Sister?” The mysterious man asked as he puffed on a cigarette. You stared off at the nighttime skyline, at the temple in the very far eastern horizon. Was this something you really wanted to do? It would be dangerous, but you could sense the power coming from him. Not only that, he had already enlisted the help of the Captain of the 7th, Benimaru Shinmon. It wasn’t as if you’d be taking on the church all by yourself.  

 Your mind drifted as the King of Destruction peppered kisses down your bare throat. The mission with Joker hadn’t been entirely successful. In the end they were met with Captain Burns who handed you a journal that belonged to the wife of Raffles I. While it was true you did come up with some new theories about the White Clad, ultimately it felt like a dead end. Now you just had more questions than answers and it was incredibly frustrating.

 But you weren’t the only one frustrated. Your two new comrades had been too. Eventually you had found a way to relieve the tension that had built up over so many years of bullshit. Having been an orphan and raised as a Sister for the Holy Sol Temple, you had plenty of ill will harbored against the empire. You had long abandoned your title but that didn’t stop the two men from egging you on by calling you by it.

 Currently the former assassin was watching through a half-lidded eye as you sat in Benimaru’s lap, your back to his chest as he kissed along your neck and cupped both breasts in his hands. You were already stripped down to your underwear, both men clad in only pants and briefs. Joker tended to observe first before joining in, enjoying taking his time watching the view of Beni turn you on and work you over. Small trails of smoke rose from the lit white stick of tobacco that hung from his mouth.

 “You look so pretty like that, Sister.” He drawled, inhaling another wave of smoke that filtered out of his nose. “You like when he plays with your tits don’t you?”

 “Don’t call me that,” You protested weakly in a voice that came out as more of a moan than a grumble as Beni began to tweak your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You began to wiggle in his lap, ass brushing against his stiffening cock in a way that had him biting down on your shoulder possessively.

 The cotton panties you had been wearing were soaked all the way through between your legs. This stupid little routine always had you mewling and crying before anyone even bothered touching your needy cunt. Beni enjoyed torturing you too much and Joker enjoyed watching him do it. You had known in the beginning being the only woman in the trio would put you at a disadvantage. You just didn’t know how much.

 “Waka, please.” You gasped as he bit down on your throat this time, sucking a bruise into the skin there. One of your hands moved to try and touch your clit for some form of relief, but he warned you by warming up his hands rapidly. It wasn’t enough to burn you but it was enough to let you know that he would if you didn’t play by his rules. “Asshole.” You hissed, pulling your hand back up to a safe distance. You reached behind him and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging it angrily.

 Beni quickly pushed you onto the tatami mat on the floor roughly, holding the back of your head in one hand, pressing your face against the material as he lifted your hips up with the other. He began to grind his erection against the wet fabric of your underwear, seething as he ripped down your underwear so that you were completely bare for the both of them.

 He took no time in slapping your ass in retaliation for pulling on his hair. “Impatient little slut.” He growled, causing you to clench with desire. The way his deep voice reverberated in the small room made you even wetter.

 Joker was laughing lightly at the scene. It was pretty typical for you to piss Beni off. And the cute little squeaks you let out as the captain spanked you was just even more delectable than your moans. He finally stood, dropping his pants and underwear at the same time as he knelt before you. Beni took his hand off the back of your head so you could lift up enough for Joker to grab you by the hair and pull you up onto your hands.

 He always had an affinity for fucking your warm wet mouth. Something about choking you on his dick felt better than either your pussy or ass. It was definitely his preferred hole, not that Benimaru minded. It was easier to punish you if he had total control of your lower half. You could hear Beni remove himself from the rest of his clothing as well.

 At the feeling of his blushed head pressing into your folds, you began to protest. “Beni, you have to-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as Fifty-Two plunged his dick into your open mouth.

 “How many times do I have to tell you, Sister,” Benimaru spat out. “Only good girls get warm ups.” Then he pushed his impressively large cock into your small hole, filling you up and stretching you out with a familiar but still painful burn.

 Your cries were garbled by the dick in your mouth. Joker was still, watching the different emotions cross your face: panic, surprise, pain, pleasure. The last one had your jaw slackening for him drool rolling off your lower lip as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Despite the initial discomfort, there was no greater pleasure in this life than the Captain’s cock being buried balls deep into your soaking pussy.

 “This is what you wanted, right little slut?” Beni asked, smacking you one last time as he slowly pulled out and rammed back in, forcing you to lurch forward and deep throat the man in front of you.

 You gagged, making Joker laugh at your expense. “I’m pretty sure that’s what she wanted.” He said, given your hair a gentle pull. You struggled to breathe, tears rolling from the corners of your eyes reflexively. You tried to back away from him to give yourself some sort of relief, walls clamping down tight on Benimaru behind you. He let out a small groan at the sensation, though he didn’t budge as you tried to push back on him.

 “If only the Sisters that raised you could see you now. Choking on the dick of Holy Sol Temple’s number one enemy. I bet you’d get off that too, wouldn’t you, Sister?” Joker asked as he pulled his hips back enough to allow you to breathe. You shot him a pitiful glare at the taunt, grabbing his bare thigh and digging your nails into it angrily. They always loved to tease you when you were in no position to defend yourself. It could be so annoying.

 The pain of your nails tearing at his skin was about on the same level as an insect bite. It was really insignificant to him, and therefore it didn’t cause him to correct his actions. He simply tightened his grip on your hair.

 Beni started to move in and out of you at a quick and relentless place. Though he had been kind enough to let you adjust to his size, he wasn’t a total monster. He only started doing with his regular rhythm when he started to feel you relax around him. The muffled moans spilled from your mouth as your eyes rolled back. Any time he fucked you from behind he was always able to hit that sweet stop with his cockhead, the one that had you weak in the legs and gripping him dear life.

 Both men highly enjoyed the sounds of you sputtering and crying for more, your words a garbled mess due to Joker’s length plowing into you at a matching speed. The first few times you three had indulged in one another, the rhythms were out of sync and almost awkward. But now, they had the routine down pat. They knew how the other one worked and could easily find the best way to compliment the other’s thrusts. This had Beni pushing in while Joker was pulling out and you stayed as still as you possibly could so that you wouldn’t impale yourself on either of them in a painful manner.

 It felt like the pinnacle of symbiosis. Everyone works together for their own gain but not at the expense of the other. In the end no one would be left out or at a loss. You’d have to remember to thank Joker later for gathering the three of you together.

 Beni let out a curse as he increased his pace, using one hand to push locks of sweaty hair from his eyes. Sometimes he was convinced that your body had been made for him. He fit inside of you like a hand in a perfectly tailored glove. The gentle squeeze of your kegels anytime he or Joker did something you found particularly pleasurable, whether it was tugging on your hair, slapping your ass, or degrading you with their words, just made him feel so damn good.

 Any time he was buried in you, regardless of which hole it was, he always became devoid of any rational thought. The sex consumed all of you, the tension releasing with the exertion of their hips. Infiltrating the temple, investigating Hajima, life had just become so stressful lately. This was the only time any of you could truly just let go.

 That familiar tight coil was winding itself up in your lower abdomen, the pressure building with every thrust as you took deep breaths through your nose. “Ahh, Sister,” Joker said through heavy breaths, “You better be a good girl and not swallow right away.”

 Of course you knew what he meant, the way his thrusts became a little less in sync with Beni’s and a little more arrhythmic as he chased after his orgasm. He was the first to come, filling your mouth and throat with warm white seed. He pulled away, still holding onto your hair as you stuck out your covered tongue to show him, the white liquid spilling onto the mat beneath you as you were pounded from behind. Your moans were no longer muffled and were loudly filling the small room. No doubt other members of squad seven could hear you, not that you card any more. Konro was probably just shaking his head at his captain’s antics.

 “Now swallow.” Joker instructed as he sat back on his heels. Your tongue retracted into your mouth and you swallowed every last drop that hadn’t fallen from your mouth. The blissed out look on your face was almost enough to make him hard again, your whimpers as you neared your peak, the needy look in your eyes. Nothing else mattered in this moment but the release.

 You came with another loud cry, collapsing onto your chest as your arms gave out beneath you. Benimaru worked you through it, his balls slapping against your clit had you shaking and sobbing at the overstimulation. A moment later he was filling you up with his own seed, gobs of it gushing out around the base of his cock and onto your folds.

 Joker moved to watch him pull out of you slowly so he could observe the gaping, leaky hole. He let out a low whistle at the sight. “Latom,” He said jokingly, folding his hands in prayer as Beni guided your hips down onto the ground.  Benimaru rolled his eyes at his partner in crime, making sure to soothe the bruise skin of your ass with his rough hands.

 “Get some rest, Sister.” Benimaru said solemnly as he got redressed. “Our investigation resumes tonight.”

 You let out a low groan at the reminder, having totally forgotten that you were going back to Hajima headquarters to try and gather more information. “Fine, just let me take a nap first.” You grumbled sleepily. You couldn’t see the soft smile on his face as he glanced at Joker who nodded back in a silent response.

 Benimaru maneuvered you to his futon with Joker’s help, covering you with a blanket so you could rest in peace. Then in a few hours it would be business as usual.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Sound Proof

okay so this fic was from Wattpad and I found it in my google docs so I’m just gonna upload it here for ya’ll lol. I didn’t tag, I wrote this a while ago let me know what ya’ll think!!!

Warnings: Smut.

With dancing, came immense concentration and a lot of cardio.

That was all okay for Damara. She wore her silk pressed hair back into a pony, simple Polo Ralph Lauren hat on to keep her edges slicked back, high waist thin grey leggings, all white cropped tank, and matching white Vans. Damara held onto the aluminum double bar Ballet barre, studying her glistening reflection within the wall mirrors that covered every single area from floor to ceiling. 

Her chest rose and fell, right hand coming up to rub sweat off the tip of her nose. She had thirty minutes down, only twenty more to go. Being a pro dancer was fun when you posted tutorials on Instagram and YouTube, but when it came down to touring internationally and getting a chance to perform at Coachella, dance became a full time job.

Damara stares down at her version three iWatch, allowing herself to become consumed with the breathing app. She watched it expand with every breath, then declined whenever she exhaled. After her breathing returned to normal, Damara pulled up her iTunes playlist again, choosing to go sensual with a little bit of flash dance routine.

The instrumental to Kendrick Lamar- Love.

This song was always a warm up for her because it got her ‘in the mood’. She could feel the want and need behind the beat and his words. Damara snakes her hands up her frame, sliding slowly from the cuff of her ass, to her lower back, and lightly up and over her shoulders, forearms pressing into her large D cup breasts. 

One thing is for sure, Damara could move her torso like Shakira, body rolling and ticking to the beat with perfect harmony. Doing a sudden spin on her tiptoes, Damara Lowers herself to the polished flooring, arching her back off of the surface with her legs spread into a V, before lifting her lower half off the ground to do a series of air kicks like she was back in an 80s workout video or like she was in Kanye West’s video for Fade instead of Teyana Taylor.

She turned over onto her hands, hitting a side to side split perfectly before lifting from the ground to walk seductive and tantalizing towards the middle of the dance studio.

That’s where it began, the sweatiest most bewitching dance yet. Her hands cascade everywhere, eyes closed to take in the beat with heightened hearing. Her hands rubbed along the outline of her pussy in a teasing manner. Damara was so shameless when it came to dancing provocatively. She twirled and made an S with her body like a snake, body in sync to the beat. The sultry look in her eyes could trap you like Medusa. You would think she danced to one of Prince's songs from the outside looking in. 

The song came to an end, Damara lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it in the corner, picking up her gallon water bottle to take a huge sip. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling the burn in her curvy waistline from all the crunching and belly rolling that came with dancing. Her gluteal muscles were on fire as well, causing Damara to admire her ass in the mirror, sweat staining the crack of her ass over the fabric. 

—

Finishing up, Damara grabs all her things before leaving the dance studio at the gym she finally snagged a membership for. The gym had two sections: one for premium guests who had VIP access to the soundproof workout rooms or standard. Sadly, Damara was standard. She always wanted to workout in the soundproof tinted glass rooms like all the extremely fit individuals did, but one look through those glasses at the equipment housed within would make you withdraw with fear. Her personal trainer had stressed for her to go VIP, bribing her with access to the ice bath room and luxury pool where you can watch the LA skyline like you’re in a hotel.

She made a left at the end of the hall, walking with her shirt and towel over her shoulder to the main gymnasium area full of musky people and terrible workout music. Even though Damara did a one hour session of dancing, she couldn’t help but to gravitate towards the stair master for a good fifteen minute burn. Once there, Damara climbs the stairs, beginning her workout on nine speed, instantly feeling the ache. Her eyes scanned the area, finally landing on a group of women huddled around one of the sound proof workout rooms for VIP gold card members. 

She let out a tired chuckle, shaking her ponytail clad head before pausing to drink some water. Of COURSE they would all salivate over some random ass man instead of working out, because that’s what gyms are for these days. On queue every day Damara comes to the gym, once the clock strikes 8 pm, a hoard of women suffocate the glass, fogging it with their heavy breathing and wetting it with saliva from their wiggling tongues. Damara would have been one of them if she listened to her group of girlfriends who didn’t come in tonight. Supposedly, there is this fine ass man that comes to the gym every day, around 8 pm. Damara never seems to catch him, and even if she did, no man was that fine to act like a hyena over. He couldn’t be that sexy.

“Ooo, girl, let me get off this got damn treadmill he back again!” Damara turned to find a short, slim, mocha skinned girl with a track runners body ogling the group of women, her friend who looked like she could be her sister, biting her lip.

“I wonder if he’s doing the pull ups right now, fuckk. You know his dick stay hard when he working out.” 

The other girl laughs, “I just want to suck it. Just give me one good time!” 

Both women laughed while Damara tries her best to work out and ignore them. But to her surprise, she couldn’t focus. Not because of the talking, but because she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe after this she could rub it in her friends faces that whoever this guy was, wasn’t about the hype after all.

Defeated, Damara stopped her workout, quickly lowering herself off the machine and towards some spray and paper towels to wipe away her sweat. Tossing everything, Damara makes her way towards the sound proof workout room straight across from the men’s locker room. 

Here she was, and yet just a few minutes ago she was laughing to herself at how ridiculous it was to come to a gym and stare at a man for two hours. Wasn’t no man fine enough for that.

The glass window straight ahead had about seven ladies standing in front of it, whispering and admiring at what looked like absolutely nothing to Damara. It was so dark she couldn’t see a thing. As she got closer, at first, all she could see through that glass was the usual workout machines of all types and weight racks. Just before she could walk away, he started lifting those weights. Suddenly, as if pulled by some type of force field, Damara turned into a fan girl with glossy eyes and a watery mouth. He had to be the one her friends were talking up. There is no way he couldn’t be the one with how fine he is. 

“This must be your first time noticing Erik.” 

Damara turned to the lady who looked to be twice her age standing next to her.

Damara didn’t respond, she simply looked back at him through that tinted glass. He was so fucking sexy that her jaw dropped; literally. Erik was definitely the one her friends were juiced up over. Not the juice you drink, but the drip from that pussy when she hungry for a nigga as damn fine as he is. 

Erik had been bench pressing weights and she couldn’t get a good enough look at him until he lowered the weights. Yeah, when he was laid out on his back, sweaty muscles moving as he lifted 280 pounds over his head he looked good, but GOD once he stood up was she slapped with his looks.

Erik was wearing sweat shorts that dropped low around his waist, a damp sweat top and a pair of Nike Air Max Trainer 1s on his feet.

His braided back dreads were damp from the perspiration; it really set off his caramel complexion.

Erik returned his weights to their respective places and stood facing that mirror with a bottle of gatorade. Damara could really see how perfect he was. Fine wasn’t even the word, it was so much she could say about him. The look in his eyes, the way his muscles moved in conjunction with him, the smoothness of his skin, the hairstyle that compliments him very well, and let’s not forget those lips. She figured he got many compliments on his lips, as beautiful and suckable as they were. That thick erection he was sporting was an added bonus. All she could see was herself lowering onto it and rocking like crazy, like she was riding a horse. When she returned to reality from her lustful daze, she noticed her hands were flat against the glass, jaw STILL dropped, and her nipples tender and hard practically clawing at him. They were so hard that they were hurting, and the feeling of his lips pulling and sucking and licking on them would have been exactly what she needed, just pull her shirt down and suck em.

All of that talk and fantasizing in her head, ironically made his eyes meet hers. Damara swore she thought those big, dark eyes could see her and only her. The lady she ignored next to her smiled, like she knew what Damara was going through. She did, that’s why her and the others were still there.

——

Feeling a little foolish and embarrassed by her behavior, Damara asked the lady next to her if Erik could see them or was it one of those half way windows.

“Girl, he can see us alright. That’s why his dick is so big and hard poking through those shorts. He sees something he likes.” 

Damara looked back at him, and right then like a spark had been ignited, he smiled a little at her with dimples, then winked before downing the rest of his gatorade. Damara could feel her knees buckle, body so nervous. She decided it was most definitely time to bounce. That night, Damara never told her girls about seeing the living legend, but she did go back the following day, a Wednesday, to stare him down at that window again. She purposely went there alone to have him to herself. It was crazy how obsessed he became.

——

After about a week or so of admiring Erik through that glass, Damara decided to take it up a notch and use the adjoining women’s workroom; yeah, like she could actually bench press any of the equipment in there. Getting into that women’s workroom meant that she had to become a gold member. The upgrade was about 20 dollars more, which landed her to about 80 dollars a month; great.

She felt like she’d been walking the yellow brick road to the emerald city. Opening those double glass doors to her new sanctuary,  she could smell musk no longer, only fresh air and a cool breeze. The music was even better in there, sicko mode playing low through the speakers. It was approximately 7:50 pm, so she knew Erik would be arriving soon. 

At about 8:15, a little later than usual, Erik pulled open the doors and walked into the men’s workroom. He had his dreads crinkled and messy, a pair of Beats solo 3 in black with gold trim over his ears, black Nike pro training top that clung to his body like it was two sizes too small, matching black shorts that hung low on his hips with the waistband of his compression pants peeking through. He hadn’t immediately seen Damara on the other side since she was in the corner tugging on the pull ropes that she couldn’t make budge. She didn’t really know what to do. If she popped out of nowhere near that window, she could scare him to death, and he’d be mad. He looked like the no nonsense type too. 

Damara decided that hiding wouldn’t fix anything so she came out into the open to do some yin yoga poses that helped stretch her body. Sitting Indian style, she started with the butterfly, bending forward while gripping her shoes. The stretch made her moan, all the tension in her back disappearing. Next, she decided on the dragon, bringing one foot forward in a low lunge, stretching out her glutes and back again. Admiring herself, she liked the way her ass looked in the tinted mirror, and apparently so did Erik. Her heart dropped to her stomach like she’d been on the tallest roller coaster, her eyes reverting towards the ground. Damara could feel his eyes on her still as she lifted from the ground, rolling her neck. With one hand on the back of her neck to stretch the muscles, her eyes met his again. That same slight smile graced his face again, almost innocent, but those eyes were dark and sultry, like hot coal.

The heat turned down just a little, Erik walking away leaving Damara a flustered mess.

——

He started out with a little cross training. Damara watched from her workout mat in between doing crunches. Next, he pumped a little iron. She noticed how he enjoyed admiring himself when he lifted weights. The veins in his arms would bulge so much it looked like they wanted to break the surface of his skin. She could see his mouth slightly opened, concentration set in his features, and she just knew he was making those grunting, straining noises that guys make when they workout. Watching those muscles flex and bulge like that made her weak in the knees again. She liked the feeling. When he lay on his back to do the leg lifts, that’s when she lost it in a major way. The weight Damara had in her hand to do Russian twists fell down on her shoulder. She screamed out without even knowing it. All she could feel was pain beginning to throb in her left shoulder, and she laid back on the floor massaging it with a whimper. Unfortunately, at that time Erik was the last thing on her mind. When Damara got enough nerve to look at the window, Erik was pressed against it looking at her. He mouthed to her since it was sound proof, “You aight, Lil Mama?”

After Damara figured out his words, she nodded and gave him the okay symbol with a tired smile. Erik stares at her for a few seconds, scanning her frame in that PUMA workout suit she decided to wear, then moved on to the leg machine again. Damara liked the way he scouted her, and that made the pain in her shoulder go unnoticed.

——

Throughout their workouts, they would peep each other, and he liked the attention she was showering him with. There he was again with those pull-ups, directly facing her with intimidation in his eyes. Somehow, he had lost his shirt along the way, sweat pouring off his body like he’d been doing push-ups in the rain. 

Damara’s workout suit was almost see-through and hugging all her curves, and he definitely paid attention because his erection was good and hard, tenting the front of those black workout shorts like wild. Damara wanted to think it was solely her making those pants tent like that, but working the hell out of those machines may have played a role in it. She’s good, but not that good.

The more she looked at Erik, the more she wanted to taste him, feel him pressing into her throat. 

Damara looked down at her iWatch and realized it was minutes to closing time, but she couldn’t leave that room, let alone that window. She hated to leave because he was worth staying and getting caught with. Knowing the kind of man Erik was, he probably got a kick out of the chicks staring his fine ass down, then going home to his equally fine ass girl. That was the kind of luck Damara had: finding the juiciest man on the planet, but not able to land him because he was taken.

Damara suddenly had a lightbulb moment. Erik was a gold member, with a passkey to leave the gym if he ever got locked in. Damara could lie and say she lost her passkey, having to go to him to get out...or to get off! Shit, lord knows she needs that, it’s been way too long. Suddenly, Erik made a move she hadn’t been prepared for. He stepped away from the weight trainer and approached the window again. Damara couldn’t move, couldn’t muster a speech, all she could do was watch him approach her with that sweaty, perfect body. Maybe not so perfect to some because it was littered with tiny raised scars, but to her it was absolutely perfect. Man, the closer he got to her, the hotter she got. In all her orgasmic nonsense with a pussy so wet and probably creaming her panties, it soon dawned on her that he probably approached her to ask her why she’s still there; that maybe he was tired of being stared at as if he were a zoo animal. Damara got scared and backed up.

Erik backed up a bit, confusion on his face before chuckling, giving her a head to toe view of him, then he got busy. His eyes stared into hers as he massaged that massive erection up and down through his pants. Damara could feel her nectar elevating within her core. Then it hit her, he was about to give her a private sex show. Was she about to bounce? Fuck no, she stayed and watched everything that pretty nigga did.

When his erection got hard and thick within his pants, he let out a fucking dazzling smile that could make her cum right there. No man had ever smiled so wickedly at her that her panties got wet; then again, she’d never met Erik. His pecs were mouthwatering to the point of drool, contours and ripples were everywhere. All her nasty little tongue wanted to do was lick, lick from his collarbone to his abs and continue south. Her hands shook as they clutched her chest, feeling her nipples brush against her fingers. All the while, her eyes never left his.

——-

Bending to remove his shoes and socks was a chore because that delicious dick was in the way, but he managed. His fingers beckoned Damara to get closer. Damara knew he was going to slide his pants down next, the nigga was clever with his seduction. She moved back to that window, and watched him slide his shorts to his hips. His dick bounced out, sprang to life, and she dropped to her knees, wondering how all that would feel stroking her insides. He was real heavy, the type of dick where the tip and about two inches could only fit in the pussy. The type of dick where you would push him away while he blew your back out from getting too deep. The type of dick where you had to use two hands to jerk while you sucked; you really gotta be a pro to suck a dick like that with no hands, not to mention ride a dick like that.

Erik bit at his plump bottom lip, massaging it with his tongue while his hand massaged that long pole; that damn snake. The more he stroked, the bigger and bigger it became within his hand. He strokes that beautiful dick until he was about ready to nut. He mouthed at her through that sound proof glass, 

“I want that throat.”

His muscles tensed, he squeezed it harder, and playfully rubbed it against the glass directly where her mouth was. She swore she could taste him, feel him sliding it between her lips and forcing his inches into her. Erik stroked it so hard that she could see the moisture forming on his tip. Damara couldn’t help herself, she had to reach between her thighs and stroke her pussy to match his tempo. Damara pulled her suit down, revealing her drenched sports bra and panties to him. She didn’t want to waste any time the way her fingers made its way to her panties, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal her wet sticky treat. The more he stroked himself, the deeper her fingers slide into her valley; all three of them. When Erik dropped to the floor, she scrambled to see what he was going to do next. It was fucking outrageous! That pretty ass nigga got on his back and moved his hips up and down like a bitch was on top of him. Damara screamed in ecstasy over the sight of it. Her fingers went deeper and deeper like she was trying to scoop her cum out the pussy. She turned around and arched her back, rubbing at her clit with one hand while fingering herself with the other. He pumped hard and long, perspiration dripping from him, muscles tensing. Damara just knew he was going to explode on the floor instead of her which was a damn shame. No. No fucking way. He turned over on his stomach, and did push-ups, pumping those hips and dick into oblivion. He still hadn’t cum for her yet. His arm shook when he did his one-handed push-ups, dick throbbing in his other hand. She felt her orgasm building deep in her belly, her legs shaking from muscle strain and intense pleasure. That was the grand finale, watching him cream into his own hands while staring her down. 

Damara screamed out, Cumming on her fingers with a shake of her body.

——

He returned to his back and pressed out so much cum that she almost fainted from the orgasm he gave her. When her breathing returned to normal, Damara looked into her hand, now covered with so much of her own thick moisture that her fingers were sticking together. Then she glanced up at him watching her with a sweet smile on those wonderful lips—his erection was still in his hand and still harder than boulders. 

The windows were nice and steamed by the time he and Damara finished. She watched him grab the rest of his belongings and headed for the showers. Damara took off as well, figuring that was all she’d get from him. 

Damara made her way to the showers herself, letting her plan go. At least she got a good show from him so she was thankful. 

While in the shower, Damara couldn’t help but smile as she wet her body under the steamy water. She struggled to fight the urge that this was it and probably her last sex show a man would ever give her and he didn’t even touch her. Damara allowed the warm water to trickle down her aching joints and relaxed. Her body mitt delicately encircled her breasts, pretending the sultry touch was Erik’s fingers, sucking on them gently before making a tongue track down to her core. She shuddered in waves of heat. Her body trembled, spasms, taking her mind off the pain from her injured shoulder. She completely gave in to pleasure and let the most tremendous orgasm hit her like no other one had ever before...well, until Erik happened on the scene. 

Then.

“Damn, girl.”

The words came from nowhere. Damara assumed they had been in her mind. Nonetheless, her eyes opened and she twirled around to see if anyone had come in. There Erik was, standing directly in front of her. Damara tried reaching for her towel but Erik snatched it from the railing before she could get it.

His cool, seductive voice melted into her horny spirit. 

“Imagine how big this dick would be if I would have been standing right above that ass, watching you finger that pussy from the front. All I could see was that phat ass shaking and quivering to some sexual fantasy. Was it about me?” 

Damara couldn’t speak. All she could do was look down at the towel around his midsection, sporting a killer of an erection. Her mouth opened, her voice cracked. 

“I...I, uh…”

“It’s okay, babygirl. I already know that ass was thinking about me. How could you not after the show I gave you.” 

Erik moves toward her, one step away from entering the stall with her. 

“You liked that show I already know that shit. I already know I got you”— he slapped her pussy, then reached around to palm her ass roughly, smacking each ass cheek causing it to sting—“hot enough to want more, right? You should anyway since I gave you a little taste of what the fuck I got,” he pulled his towel off and entered the stall.

It was different from having that window in between them both, Damara covering her nakedness with her arms. Erik pulled them down.

“Don’t you dare cover up a fucking thing.”

The grip on her wrists were so tight her hands shook.

“So, you just walk in women’s locker rooms? What if I wasn’t the only one here?” 

He chuckles, letting her wrists go, “And? I don’t give a fuck about that. It’s okay for me to do whatever I fucking please in here.” He kisses her cheek. “I’m Erik—“

“I know who you are, Erik. Every woman within a five-city radius knows who you are.” 

“Yeah? And who might you be?”

“Damara; nothing exotic, nothing romantic, just regular old Damara.”

“Not from where I’m standing, girl. You are so fucking sexy. I bet you taste good too, I know that pussy enjoyed me pleasing you.”

“It did, I can still feel it.” She lets out a moan.

“Well then that pussy won’t mind if I please you again?”

Damara relaxed, his hands covering her breasts, much the same way they did in her daydream. He stroked the tight tips with his thumbs, then replaced them with his lips. She was right, that mouth was made to suck on some titties. Erik sucked them ferociously, licking them like they were candy. Her head reared back as he sucked like he was trying to milk her. Her back arched off that wall, his arm circling her waist and pulling her close.

“So, you want everything, huh?”

“Every single drop.”

Erik’s muscles tightened around Damara; their bodies pressed against the wall. As the water continues to drench them, he lifted her into his arms; her legs hugged his hips. She felt the tip of that delicious dick play with her opening, tease it, rub up and down on it. She faces him, staring into those delicious brown eyes of his. 

“It’s almost closing time, I couldn’t leave yet without a little taste.” 

It definitely wouldn’t be a little with how big he was. Damara prepares herself for the surprise, her pussy clenching and quivering on its own. Erik takes his fingers to caress her clit, taking a single finger to tease it with a flickering motion. Damara kept a firm grip on his neck, pressed against the shower wall. 

“I’m playing wit that clit good, huh?”

She responds with a bite to his shoulder, her pussy jerking in his hand. Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, spits on them, then brings them back to her clit. He was very generous with his spit, making her pussy extra sloppy. Clearly with him still going at it on her clit he aimed to make her cum this time with his own fingers. 

“Ok, you working my clit,” she felt him take his dick to finish it off, rubbing her clit in circles. The smoothness of the tip of his dick hit every sensitive spot on her clit. 

“Make that pussy cum,” she edged him on.

His hand came down to grip her ass while he worked, her body shuddering, legs securing around him even harder, moans echoing off of the shower walls. 

“Shit, fuck, damn…”

She could feel the sensitivity in her pussy too.

“Open up for me.”

Damara opened wider, Erik bringing his dick to her pussy. He pushed his way in slow, only by a few inches before she clamped up. Her guess was correct, he was too much to take. Damara was scared now, she didn’t know if she could go through with it.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big,” her eyes grew wide.

“Ha, You knew that already when you saw me jerking it.” 

“I’m too tight.”

“So?” He moves his hips, teasing her walls to let him in further. Her body crunched, hand to his chest. Was she fucking a monster dick or what? His shit was too damn much.

“Chill,” her eyelids fluttered. She wouldn’t be able to stand.

“You’ve been eyeing me all fucking week, teasing me and shit and now you wanna cry about how big my dick is?” 

He kissed at her neck, causing her to moan and rub her wet face against his. She brought her hands to his biceps, squeezing them tightly. 

“Be gentle, okay? It’s too damn big.”

Erik takes that invitation, gripping her hips firm before pressing himself in inch by inch, pausing in between. Each time he entered her it felt like he was ripping her a new hole, but it felt so full in a good way. Along with the pain came a shock of pleasure. The vein on the underside of his shaft rubbed smoothly at the floor of her pussy, a new sensation she had never felt. It curves at the tip to hit her g spot, swiping it each time he moves his hips.

“I don’t think I ever had a dick this good,” she hissed the moment he fully entered her. 

“I already know you didn’t with all that crying you was doing.” He pulled out to the tip, purposely, to make her feel every inch again. Erik pushes back in, watching the way her face went through a series of confused and unprepared emotions. It was time to pick up the pace now. Erik started off slow, his strokes growing and her moans. Damara held onto the rails along the walls of the shower, watching with astonishment how Erik’s dick fucked her.

“Oh, oh, omg,” she shook tremendously, a single hand clawing at Erik’s chest. He simply fucks her with deeper strokes, reminding her what came with every inch. Clearly he had a fetish for making women cry from how big he was. That rock hard body came with a huge package. 

“Are you fucking kidding me!!!!!” She felt a rush of pressure forming in her lower belly, so big it pushes Erik’s dick out, a fountain of liquid pouring. The more she clenched, the more it flowed. Damara couldn’t control it and it shocked her. No way, this nigga made her squirt and for the first time ever. She’d always tried to make that happen for herself but it never worked so she would give up. 

That seemed to fuel Erik even more, he brought one of her legs up into a split, entering her body again. This time, he flexed his abs, bringing his dick into even more of a curve, really hitting her spot. Erik knew what he was doing, he wanted to see the reaction again.

“Come on, take this big dick,” he held her leg up even if it shook.

“Ah, fuck yes, shit it’s happening again!!” Before she could relax, here she was, squirting again but Erik stayed in. He smiled, slamming her so hard with his dick that she could feel it in her stomach. At this point, Damara might as well lose count of how many orgasms she’ll have. 

———

It was true.

Damara has missed two days of the gym for a reason. 

She couldn’t get out of the damn bed the morning after her and Erik had sex. Her pussy was sore and sensitive, inner thighs shaking when she stood from the bed. Damara didn’t bother exchanging numbers with him, unsure if she would even be able to take him up on a second chance. Deciding to be a big girl, Damara went to the gym for a dance session. 

She stood in the mirrored dance studio wearing a leotard colored bronze, a pair of sweats on and her hair in a messy bun with her vans. She skimmed through her playlist on iTunes, adjusting her AirPods to her liking.

Damara had to squat ballerina style to stretch her thigh muscles, bringing her leg up to extend the muscles of her inner thigh. Rolling her neck, she turns from the mirror, deciding to dance to a Nicki song. Once she got in the groove with the tempo, she started her routine. Her body moved like magic. The mirror wasn’t her own audience anymore, Erik was standing at the door watching her closely. He didn’t make a move, his eyes following her skillful moves along with her dangerous body, I mean, Damara was thick. Even through her loose fitted sweats he could tell. Now that Erik got a good look at her, he recognized her from Instagram.

DeetheeDancer.

She was pretty popular on social media for her dancing. Erik watched a few of her videos from time to time, loving the way she moved. She had this way of letting you know she was sexy from the look she gave in the camera when it followed her body. It was as if she was daring you to touch her, let her throw it back on you and see if you can catch it.

——-

Damara finished off to her first song, bending over with her hands on her knees to catch her breath. She paused her music, picking up her water to take a long sip. After recapping it, Damara’s eyes sweep the area, landing on the door and seeing a familiar face waving at her. 

It was him, the big dick nigga that had her on a two day hiatus. He looked to be arriving at the gym because he didn’t look worn out just fresh with a bomber jacket over top of his workout gear, beats over his ears and shades on. 

“Mind if I come in?” He mouthed.

Damara caught her breath before smiling, motioning for him to enter. He finally stepped through, dropping the duffel bag that was on his shoulder.

“Why ain’t you tell me you were a dancer? You ain’t so average.” 

“It’s kind of hard to do that when you were balls deep in me.” She mouthed tiredly.

“You talk hella bold but when I’m in there I have you running though.” He removed his shades, blessing her with his brown eyes.

“Mind if I watch? I got all day.” Erik removed his jacket.

“Fine with me,” Damara was okay with it, she had eyes on her with dancing almost all the time.

“She plugged her phone into the wall Bluetooth, settling on dancing to some pussy popping music from her freaky playlist. Yes, this was absolutely purposeful.

Right off the back, Megan Thee Stallion Freak Nasty began playing. She started off with a routine she already had to this song. She poses, hands rubbing down her frame before squatting down with a grip on her knees while swaying her hips. She did a turn, one hand in her hair with the other on her ass. Once the beat dropped, she got into the groove with a sexy hip hop routine that involved a lot of footwork and ass shaking. Her ass shook alright, like a goddamn tidal wave straight from the sea. She bounced in a circle, spreading her legs wide before landing into a perfect split that deserved tens across the board like she was a gymnast. 

Erik was impressed, and so was the huge dick that jumped happily in his compression briefs. She was clearly giving it her all, impressing him. He could fuck her ass royally with his dick, congratulate her for the little talent show. She was on the floor again, doing a perfect side split, her eyes moving from the mirror and zeroing in on his erection. She must have known that he was turned on because her eyes didn’t move from his crotch the entire time she grind, bent her body over, and twerked her ass. 

“You think that pussy can handle this dick today?”

She stops moving, hyperventilating before pausing her music.

“Nah, keep that playlist rolling, I want you to dance on this dick.”

She looked at him. He looked at her. She whispered, “okay, I admit it. You’ve got too much dick for me.” 

“Girl,” He wasn’t trying to hear that.

“I’m serious, I need to be able to move not walk like a cripple.” 

“It’s a gift,” he smiles wide.

Damara walks over to the mirrored wall, holding onto the bar before stretching her leg all the way up to her head. 

“See, you preparing yourself already.”

Erik began to approach her, Damara bent over with her head between her legs, looking from behind. She could see Erik making his way to her, the feeling in her stomach making her nervous. Damara lifts back up, grabbing a towel to wipe her neck off. Here he was now, fully enveloped in her personal space with his hands on either side of the bar, chin resting on her shoulder.

“I mean, you really got that shit up there, huh?” He was referring to her leg.

She chuckles, “Chill out, monster.”

“Monster? Hm,” Erik turns Damara around, his eyes scanning her heaving chest, “Well, it is October.” 

She smiles, licking her lips before looking at his, “You plan on scaring me again?”

Erik takes his thumb to stroke her chin, “I thought you were afraid of big, bad things?”

Damara swallows spit, eyes fluttering. She grabbed the bar on either side to brace herself.

“You ain’t know? This is my favorite time of the year.”

Damara places her hands on the back of Erik’s head, pulling him down to meet her lips. They kissed, Erik’s hand on her hips now, pulling her off and against him. The next song that played was dvsn- With me.

“C’ mon,” Erik kisses her again, their full lips in French kiss mode, “dance on me.”

Damara takes her time to work her hips into the slow beat, Erik easily matching her movements. She was impressed, turning now, dipping forward with her ass against his crotch, twirling her hips in a hypnotizing circle. Erik places one arm across her chest, his face buried in her hair, Damara turning to face him slightly while she moved her hips tantalizingly slow against him. 

“Mm,” Erik looked her frame up and down.

Damara turns, on her knees, arching back before rolling her body forward, grabbing Erik’s legs as she began to rise while her hips moved from side to side. She went to her tip toes then, one leg cleanly rising to rest on his shoulder before she arched her back, jumping up for Erik to catch her. He does, twirling her around before slowing down as the song slowed, their eyes meeting. 

“Wow,” she spoke breathlessly.

Before she could stop herself, Damara places her lips against his, Erik bringing her to the floor. Between frantic kisses, Erik undressed her, her naked sweaty body warm against his. She moans, arms around his neck. Erik takes his fingers, slipping inside to get a feel and taste.

“You taste just right,” He sucks slowly on his fingers before taking those same fingers to rub her nipples. 

“Fuck,” Damara pushes Erik down to the floor, her hands moving quickly to undress him. She needed him no matter how big he was. The sight of him again almost knocked her out. Damara grabs his dick, licking her lips before sinking her mouth over him. Erik instantly palmed the back of her head, biting his lip and saying how much of a good girl she was.

Damara sucked like her life was at stake, spit covering her hands and chest. She couldn’t fit him all in her mouth but she did her absolute best. Erik pulls her mouth off, watching the string of spit connect with her lower lip.

“Climb up, Baby girl.” Erik motions for Damara to come to him, Her legs straddling him on either side before her arms grabbed his shoulders tightly. She tried to prepare herself but the moment Erik slipped inside again she squeezed his biceps with her nails. Erik hisses, taking his hands to grab at her waist to keep her still. He started fucking up into her at an even pace, the pressure within her too much. She could feel the shit in her spine. Damara looked back at it, eyes closing in sweet pleasure before looking down at Erik’s smiling face.

“God, please keep fucking me.”

Erik grabs her ass, anchoring his hips before picking up the pace. The scream from her was so loud it bounced off the walls. 

“These walls ain’t sound proof, Baby girl.” 

She couldn’t move or control her cries. Erik was deep within her guts. Damara begged for Erik to keep going over and over, a series of please and I need more escaping her mouth.

“You gonna squirt on me like that again?” He bit his lip, raising his brows in a rude manner to initiate a response from her, “I said is that what you’re gonna do?!” 

“Yes!!!!!”

Damara snapped, squirting like he asked. Erik slaps both her ass cheeks for that.

“Good girl, I know you got more for me.”

“Yes, Erik.” 

She froze, mouth suspended open before cumming again. Within seconds?

“FUCKkkkkk.” 

“Mhm,” he fucked up into her at the same killer pace, “mhm...mhm.”

“STOP!” She cries out, the urge to cum right there.

“Stop it, I’m gonna cum again!”

“Girl, shut up and cum.” 

Erik was close himself.

“Shut that crying up and cum on this dick.”

She went silent, body trembling before cumming for a third time.

“Oh my God,” she cries.

“You gonna let me cum in that mouth, Baby girl?”

Erik bounced Damara a few more times before slipping her off, standing to his feet quickly while she stayed on her knees. Damara opened wide, waiting for his treat. He jerked his big dick, grunts deep and eyes low and dangerous. After three pumps the cream spilled, Damara’s tongue ready. He tasted so damn good. 

“All of it, I’m not playing with you.”

She grabs his dick, licking and sucking all of it off.

“Good girl,” he puckered his lips down at her, mouthing a kiss. She almost fainted.

“You gonna have them thirsty bitches mad”

Damara didn’t care.

[bozowrites]

Dare to Care

Imagine

↳ There is always going to be a drift in society and no one can fix it. 

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki × Fem!Reader

TW: None.

Word Count: 1.7k

Part 1 // more to come...

A/n: I have a lot of asks but I got rlly inspired to write this last night. It’ll be multiple parts so if u actually like this u can be added to the taglist, just comment or dm me or whatever. Love you, darlings! 💞

In our society, there are separations whether we like them or not. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. And that’s what sucks. I want nothing more than to patch up the hole that was put between us and them. To fix the broken world that we’ve come to call home. It isn’t home. Nowhere is home when all is broken around you, and I’ve come to terms with that.  

There are the heroes, the civilians and the villains. Then there’s the rich, the middle-class and the poor. Simple words can create a huge drift in society.  

Some think they are above others for the simple fact they have a title. A hero. A well-known hero that all love and adore. And then some rich think they are better for the reason is they have money; they have the power to do whatever they want because of that money. Money buys you the things you need, even love, apparently.  

I grew up to solely believe this. I was beneath them and they were above all. I worked for what I needed as they got handed their things on silver platters.  

My mother worked two jobs on minimum wage every day and made just enough to pass us buy. Some stood pretty for a camera and made thousands—millions even! It’s ridicules, really. Or, maybe, that's just jealousy speaking.  

All I want is to be known as someone for working hard and give my single, hard-working mom, a break. To rest and never stress again. To take care of her. To never let her fear of being too little for me. I want to be her hero.  

“How many times do I have to say it? I didn’t order the this.” The woman of high-class spoke rudely. “I’m sorry, ma'am, but that’s what the receipt and your waiter told me.” Her lips scowl and her growl is more evident. This restaurant is full of people like her. Spoiled brats. “Well your waiter is wrong!” I sighed, losing grip of my temper slowly.

“Perhaps, one of the men behind you ordered it,” I said slowly, gesturing to the three men in matching tuxedos behind her. “You did leave the table to talk with a friend, I do believe. Just enough time for one of them to order something behind your back.” My tone was impatient and I knew this was no way to act, but people like her hit all the wrong nerves.

“Are you using that tone with me? And disrespecting my brothers?!” The pit of anger in the bottom of my stomach started bubbling. She thought she was so much better because her dad owned some company and held high status. She didn’t, just her father. He made the life he did through his hard-work, she just feeds off his hard-earned prize.  

And that’s what disgusts me.  

“Dear, they need you in the kitchen, I’ll take care of the rest.” Miss Masmai said with a gentle hand on my shoulder. She always did that. When someone was angry or upset in any way, she put a hand on their shoulder and spoke with a gentle tone. She was this sweet lady, near her fifties, who worked alongside her brother in this restaurant.  

“Thank you, miss.” I gave a knowing nod and left to the kitchen. It was obvious my anger was rising and Miss Masami knew that. She always saw right through me. I don’t know how, though I wish I did.  

“L/n, get angry again?” My co-corkers always did that. I was known to get angry quickly. I’d accepted that a long time ago, though it doesn’t feel good hearing people say it constantly. “Shut it, Tsukishima.” The tall blonde only smirked and continued away at cooking.  

My body felt exhausted. It was hard being an adult. I knew that since I was just a little girl. I didn’t get to play house and make endless friends—no—I spent every night crying in bed, hearing my mom mutter through the thin walls of how to pay the bills, how to feed me, how to get through the next month. It was painful. I always felt the drift between society and me grow. My life became consumed by the thoughts of suffering and never getting by. I let my little mind think that money divided everyone, I still believe it. Most people I meet do too.  

“L/n, can I speak to you?” I glanced over to Mister Masami. He has this dark glare. Unlike his sister, he holds no patience and doesn’t believe in second chances. Because of his sister, and only because of her, I’ve lasted as long as I have. He says I have anger issues. I don’t. It’s my lack of social skills mixed with bottled up fear and frustration.  

“Mister Masami? How may I help you?” I asked nicely, though he and I both know it was forced. He and I were never on good terms. “You’ve reached your last straw, you’re fired. They are important people who visit nearly every week, and you disrespected them.” I scowled. “Fine. Have a nice day, Mister Masami.” As I take off the black apron and toss it at him, I muttered, “Asshole.” He doesn’t respond, but I know he’s biting his tongue to re-frame from doing so.  

As I leave through the backdoor, I can hear some co-workers chuckling and talking among themselves happily. I didn’t know if it was over my leave or for something completely different. It didn’t matter, really.

It’s nearly midnight when I finish my shift at the local café by my apartment. I work three jobs (well two now), never really having time to myself. That’s the life of a poor adult, I guess. When I reached the age to be able to work, I did. Mom didn’t like it, of course she didn’t, but it wasn’t up to her. I wanted to help. She needed my help.  

There’s a sudden cold chill in the air. I’ve walked this path a million times before and I’ve never had this fear to walk this way. The sudden uncomfortable atmosphere around me is frightening. I glanced around, only seeing the dark streets. There were only three lampposts here and each was dime, giving only small portions of light. Even the street lamps in this poor area sucked.  

“Fuck you heroes!” A voice shouted. I felt my whole-body shake. I've seen the news of villain attacks, but I’ve never been in the same area or around long enough to see the action.  

“And fuck you villains!” The supposed hero shouted back. I leant against the brick wall, trying to keep myself hidden. I could see flashes and hear the blasts close by. It was terrifying. The closer the sounds came, the more my body shook. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire neighbourhood woke up, actually, I'd be surprised if the entire neighbourhood didn’t wake up.  

The sudden flashes are crossing my eyes. The small blasts of explosions and the loud voices are ringing in my ears louder. I can feel the heat created by each and individual explosion. I don’t know if it’s the villain or the hero’s quirk, but I didn’t plan on sticking around to find out.

I let my feet run to my apartment as fast as one can, but it wasn’t enough. A cold hand grabbed my arm. I knew it wouldn’t be the hero’s, why would it be? There’s this sudden cold object put to my neck and my vision is set to a blonde staring at the villain and myself with glaring eyes.  

“Let them go, villain.” The tone he sets is cold. I can tell he doesn’t care about me. I mean nothing to a high-status hero. All he wants is to keep his legacy as a hero clean. He saved another helpless civilian, all will say. Doesn’t make him good. There could be so many other things the press and public don’t know, but all they care to see is the heroism he displays. Makes me sick.  

“Why would I? I think her blood would look real good in my hands.” Her voice is chilling to the ear and I can feel the breaths she takes. Her fingers are digging into my waist and a knife floats midair in front of my throat. I hate every part of this. Her nails are long, making blood seep through the fabric of my clothes. I can feel the warmness against my skin. It’s not a lot, but enough to hurt.  

I don’t say anything through all the banter they shout at one another. I only stand there and stare at the hero. He doesn’t spare me a glance or show worry. It really says something about himself. He doesn’t care about no one but himself. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I’ve come to read others through their small actions and words.  

I was so in my head; I hardly felt the gash against my cheek as the blonde hero took the villain down. My mind processed slowly as I saw him pick her off the ground, her mumbles inaudible.  

“You good?” There’s no sympathy in his voice. There’s no care or worry. It was nothing but hero intake. He has to, he was an idol to lots. And what kind of idol doesn’t ask the victim if they’re all right?  

I can only nod wordlessly. Both his and my stare are blank. He still has the villain in his grab, but there’s this shift in the atmosphere. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t take the time to question it.  

“You’re bleeding.” He said, voice rough and toneless. I touch the burning cheek. I didn’t feel the pain at the start, but the more I thought of it, the more it hurt. How did I get cut? When? Why? “Oh,” I see the blood on my fingers. My side begins to hurt too. I remember the nails and blood. I don’t think he knows and that doesn’t bother me.  

I shrugged and said, “Uh, thanks. Bye.” I turned, having nothing left to say. I know he’s staring at me. I can feel the burn of his eyes on my head. He’s probably questioning me silently.

Why didn’t I fawn over him? Why didn’t I praise him? Why didn’t I stay to speak?

Most heroes get so into it, they forget the reason they became a hero. To save people, they say at the start. But, in the end, they want the praise and only the praise. When they don’t get what they desire, things don’t always go well for those around them.  

[danetobelieve]

Frappuci-oh-no || Athena, Orion and Winston

When: 22/09/2020 Who: @3starsquinn & @danetobelieve & @athenaquinn​ Where: Coffee Plus Summary: Winston and Rio’s timing sucks and they manage to have a run in with Athena... Warnings: n/a

Winston looked up from their laptop. They’d been working on a little technomancy project and they weren’t sure what Rio had been doing. Anything to keep themselves busy with everything that was going on with Roland’s death and Rio’s hospitalisation. But Winston was convinced that there was never too much coffee that could be consumed in the day and whilst they had agreed to see Athena for coffee it was better seeing Rio. But as they still had not told Rio’s twin sister and Winston’s former -- they weren’t sure what she was -- that they were now dating it was probably a good idea for them not to be caught together. Glancing at the time, Winston quirked an eyebrow and sighed. “I think she’s gonna be here in a minute, you should probably …” Winston didn’t want to tell Rio to leave, but it was probably for the best. Leaning over, Winston placed a gentle kiss on Rio’s lips before he left to go and do whatever his plans were. Winston would have to ask him about those later.

Orion had been working on translating an old Scribe’s journal on exorcisms onto their database, but now he was mostly staring at the coffee listing and dozing off. Though Rio was incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of Athena and Winston hanging out, that unease had little to do with Winston and way more to do with Rio’s own relationship with his sister. Okay, admittedly it was still a little weird that Athena and Winston had been together before Rio and Winston got together. But considering none of them knew about the others, Rio could hardly hold that against anybody. So he swallowed those anxious feelings and just accepted that he was glad that Winston had let Rio know about this coffee date with Athena in the first place. Rio had planned on getting some training in today and had come here to hang out with Winston before Athena got there. Unfortunately, Rio had been so focused on the text and then staring off into space that he had lost track of time. “Crap. You’re right.” Rio jumped back into reality at Winston’s words and started shoving the laptop and book into his bag. “Have fun! I’m not just saying that!” Rio wanted Winston to be sure that Rio did support their friendship, even if Rio had always sort of hoped that the two wouldn’t continue talking to each other after Rio moved. “I’ll see you later!” Rio returned Winston’s kiss quickly before grabbing his bottle of water and walking away from the table. He was in the middle of taking a drink before glancing outside and seeing Athena outside of the cafe. On reflex, he spit the water out and dropped to the floor, crawling away from Winston’s table and behind a sign next to a very confused couple sharing coffee. He hoped he was out of sight. More than that, he hoped that she hadn’t seen him.

She was almost always early to things. She had been, back when she and Winston had first hung out, but they’d managed to beat her. Athena had to appreciate that about someone. Had to further appreciate that even though they knew more about her than she’d ever intended to be honest about, they still talked to her and even wanted to get together. However, something had given her pause upon arrival at the coffee shop. That was, her brother and Winston sitting at a table together. She’d been vaguely aware that they knew one another (mainly through a bit of figurative arm twisting on her part), but this still gave her pause. Except they kissed and she felt her eyes grow wide. Well, this was an interesting development. Then her brother got up and then somehow disappeared onto the floor, and with a smirk she pushed the door open. Flashing a small grin over to Winston, she turned on her heels over to where she could spot her brother’s hair. “Fancy meeting you here, brother dearest. Getting coffee with a friend? I didn’t know you’d taken up that habit. Friends or coffee, that is.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

Raising an eyebrow gently at the situation, Winston felt the familiar surge of anxiety rush through them as they spotted Athena making her way over to Rio who had in the least convincing way attempted to hide behind a sign with a couple giving him a very awkward look. Not to mention that they had seen Rio spit water all over the floor and promptly drop said bottle of water. “Oh fuck fuck fuck,” Winston muttered to themselves. It didn’t take a genius to work this out. Athena wasn’t dumb either. Knowing that they had definitely been rumbled, Winston swallowed away some anxiety and rose to their feet, making their way over to Athena. “You’re early,” they commented with a deep furrow on their brow. Honestly, they hadn’t been expecting this at all and they should’ve known better. Of course Athena would arrive early to something like this. “I’m pretty sure Rio was just heading out…” Winston was pretty much praying that she was going to pretend this hadn’t happened and not address this because it had been awkward enough when they’d found out from Rio that Athena was his sister, they hadn’t been looking forward to this. Though in hindsight it now seemed somewhat inevitable.

It wasn’t the greatest hiding spot of all time, Orion knew that. But desperates times called for squeezing his eyes shut and praying for a miracle. A miracle that Athena hadn’t spotted him, Athena wouldn’t notice him now, or everyone in the coffee shop had mysteriously and inexplicably lost their vision. But fate or whatever was not on his side today and after a few excruciating seconds of hiding, Rio heard his sister speaking to him. With a sigh, Rio spin around, slowly raising his head above the sign and smiling, “Oh. Hey there Athena. What a coincidence. I was just… uh…. looking for my pen. That I dropped. On this floor. Welp, guess it’s gone forever.” Rio climbed to his feet and wiped at his pants. Then he walked around the sign and awkwardly back towards the table. “Oh. Winston. Hey! Wow isn’t this crazy? All three of us running into each other here? What a pleasant surprise. Well, you two have fun. I’ll just be going anywhere else now.” 

Winston coming over only confirmed whatever doubt she might have held. Not that Athena held many of those - she knew that her brother was hardly a touchy-feely sort of person, and even she didn’t kiss her friends on the lips as a good-bye. “Pretty sure it looks like he was heading out.” She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder and looked between the two of them. “Cut the bullshit, Ri, I saw you two. You always have been a terrible liar. I think I might like it if you stayed around a bit longer. Clearly Winston will not have a problem with that, right?” She glanced over to them. “What a shame, I did wear the shorts you so seemed to appreciate at the carnival.”

Raising an eyebrow gently, Winston had to physically restrain themselves from rolling their eyeballs a million times at Athena. Now was probably not the time for that particular expression. Honestly, Winston would rather that Rio stayed so that they weren’t forced to sit through this on their own with Athena. Whilst they couldn’t help but feel sorry for her after what her parents had inevitably put her through too, Winston also didn’t trust her half as far as they could throw her. “I literally said that they were nice shorts Athena, they are nice shorts, but you’re kind of missing the point, which was that Rio was clearly just looking for his pen,” Winston pulled one out of their pocket and handed it across to Rio, “which whilst he has not found he now has my pen to borrow and he can go and we can enjoy our coffee and we can all hang out individually at another point in time.” This had definitely not worked. She knew and Winston felt the pit in their stomach growing. What if she told her parents and what if her parents found out where Rio lived and what if they came after Rio?

Orion crossed his arms awkwardly as he listened to Athena berate him and flirt with Winston. Rio was staring at the floor, careful not to make eye contact with Athena and feeling too ashamed to make eye contact with Winston. Rio had made a lot of progress recently, but Athena had some magic ability to dig under his skin and bring out the worst qualities in him. “Um… yes. My pen.” Rio perked up when Winston agreed with Rio’s clearly bogus story and he slid over to Winston to grab the pen from Winston’s hand. “Thank you Winston. That is very nice” Rio spoke, almost robotically in an attempt to avoid any hint of admiration from leaking into his voice. It was stupid, being so afraid of Athena knowing about their relationship, but Rio couldn’t control the way that his head was hammering in his chest. But for as fearful as Rio had been about Athena finding out, he hadn’t actually considered how Winston must feel about it. Would Winston want Athena to know? Or does this whole secret thing hurt their feelings. Now Rio was even more stressed. “Isn’t this great? Friends. Hanging out. And siblings. Hanging out. At a coffee shop. I don’t even drink coffee. Wild, right?” Why were coffee shops where all the worst things happened to Rio now? “I wouldn’t want to intrude. On you two hanging out.” 

“You checked me out, don’t lie,” Athena raised an eyebrow. “Or perhaps you wanted to, but didn’t do it because of another little bit of a hiccup. No shame, I am pleased to know you thought I looked good.” Something in her chest felt tight for a moment. If there was something going on (and it was quite obvious that there was), it hurt her for a moment that Rio hadn’t told her anything. Perhaps he really was cutting her out of his life and she could almost feel the tattoo burn against her skin. “Right, your pen. How kind of you to just so happen to have one, Winston.” She glanced between the two of them. “You know what? No.” Another smirk covered her lips. “I’ve hardly gotten the chance to see my brother so much as of late, and I would like to have time with the both of you. It does seem as though we may have a bit of catching up to do. Ri, before you make up some excuse for schoolwork, I know that you are often ahead, and besides, aren’t summer classes done? Won’t you join us? I’ll even pay. Get you a hot chocolate or whatever.”

Athena was intent on making this as uncomfortable as possible and it was really starting to piss Winston off. Had they not been through enough recently with Roland and the fire? “You know what Athena, this is exactly why we didn’t tell you about this.” Winston wasn’t really thinking, a rage that they rarely felt building in their stomach. “You’re meant to be my friend AND Rio’s sister, but all you’ve done is make us both feel uncomfortable, make clearly inappropriate statements and generally act as if you’ve got some right to what we should do. What is your problem huh?” Winston glared at her, daring her to talk back. “Sure, you saw me and Rio kiss, congratulations, did it maybe strike you that there was a reason that we didn’t tell you that we were involved? Which we are by the way, so now you know.” Winston reached out and took Rio’s hand, they were sure that their boyfriend was going to be freaking out by now and Winston normally would be too. But their own pulse was racing and they were frankly furious. Athena treated Rio so poorly at times and Winston was done with being a pawn in her games. Rio deserved better then this. He deserved better then a shitty family and a shitty sister. “You know what, I think Rio will join me and I think that I’d like you to apologise and then I’ll consider whether or not I want you to join us too. If you’re not going to act like you’re actually my friend then I am not interested in you being my friend. It’s time for you to grow up and start treating everyone with more respect, because frankly you’re being really nasty and I’m done with it.” 

Well... This was awkward. Orion felt trapped between the two. Winston was defending Rio, talking back to a family that Rio had never really learned to do himself. But Rio didn’t want another argument with Athena. She wasn’t fun to be around when she was mad, and Rio didn’t want Winston caught up in the middle of that. As much as he wished could just leave, Rio didn’t want to ruin friendships. He was tired of interfering with people’s personal lives for some twisted sense of greater good that Rio had no place in trying to determine for others. It hadn’t worked with Skylar or Ariana. And he still felt a pit in his stomach thinking that he may have been the reason that Athena and Winston stopped… whatever they had been doing months ago. All because Rio thought that he knew what was best. If Rio was being honest with himself, he didn’t know anything. The last few months had made sure of that. “Hey, it’s alright.” Rio didn’t want to defend Athena. He didn’t want to be there at all. He wanted Winston to be friends with whoever they wanted to be friends with. He accepted Winston’s hand with reservation. He was still sweating and ridiculously nervous. “Seriously. It’s okay. She’s fine.” Athena owed him a lot of apologies if she ever wanted Rio to talk to her again, but none of them had anything to do with the three of them. God, could this be anymore awkward? “We’ll all stay. And I don’t need a drink I have-” Rio patted at the mesh net on his bag meant for holding his bottle of water and realized that it wasn’t there before he had dropped the thing on the floor. He dropped Winston’s hand for a moment, sliding over and picking up the now empty discarded bottle of water and tossing it in the trash can, “I guess I’ll just get some water.” He threaded his hand with Winston’s again and stared at the floor, “I can’t stay for too long. I do actually have plans in a little bit.” But he could put up with this for a while if it meant keeping the peace, right? “So uh, like Winston said, we’re dating…. Surprise.” Rio fell into the open seat and tried grinning, flashing two thumbs up.

She felt her eyes narrow at Winston’s comments. “Well maybe if you had, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Athena could feel her nails digging into the palms of her hands. “What the heck is your problem, Winston? You aren’t exactly acting like a good friend either.” She was only grateful that she hadn’t gotten her drink yet because it would undoubtedly be all over the floor by now. “You know,” she turned to her brother, then back to Winston. “You know that you invited me, and you know who I am, Winston. So don’t act all innocent just because my saint of a brother happens to be here.” Her voice was hushed but still bitter, she didn’t want everyone in the coffee shop to be even more aware of what was going on than they already were. “Also he says it’s fine. Though fine, I am sorry for surprising you, Ri, but I suppose that if we are being honest, you should know that Winston and I hooked up once. They didn’t want to do it anymore, and even though they were very kind to me in the moment, I think I misjudged them. You might want to watch out for that, if they are so quick to turn on me.” Her voice was level, perhaps unnaturally so. She slid into the seat next to her brother.  “Unlike a lot of the people both of you know, I have never claimed to be good. You can do good without being it. You know I’ve never been such a fan of surprises.”

“My problem is that you and your family treat Rio like he’s a second class citizen, my problem is that he’s such a good and sweet person that he’s actually defending you… after he’s the one who has been hurt the most” Winston felt the rage subside somewhat, but not much. Athena had clearly received a different level of treatment from her family that had twisted her in different ways to how it had twisted Rio. Winston had seen both of their scars, but they hadn’t missed the fact that Rio had far more then Athena. “I stopped hooking up with you after I found out that you used to bully a very good friend of mine and I tried to be your friend to give you the benefit of the doubt that you had changed, but yeah, maybe you did misjudge me if you think that I would ever do anything that would do something to hurt Rio.” Winston had to be careful about what they said moving forward, they didn’t want to make Rio uncomfortable. “But fine, we can get a drink.” They narrowed their eyes as they slipped opposite the two of them, detaching their hand from Rio’s as they did. “I just don’t enjoy the fact that you seemed to take pleasure in making both of us feel uncomfortable, call me old fashioned but friends don’t do that to each other.”

How did Orion try to remain neutral when the right side was so obvious? He didn’t want to cause a scene or ruin friendships, but clearly the right choice was Winston here. They were defending Rio, standing up for him in a way that Rio had only barely managed to do for himself recently. Which was why Rio hated the idea of not taking their side. But Athena was good at hiding her true nature to people. Odds were, Winston may not have seen her at her angriest. Rio didn’t think that she would completely lose her cool in a coffee shop, it didn’t seem her style. Plus she usually had a better sense of self control. But a lot had changed in the last few months. “We don’t have to do this here, okay?” Rio was talking out loud, but he was looking at Winston. Rio’s hand was still in Winston’s, and Rio gripped it tighter in an attempt to show his gratitude to Winston, “We can have coffee and we can talk, yeah? About…” Rio paused. What the heck could the three of them possibly have to talk about? “I don’t know, what do you even want to talk about? You wanted to catch up. Now you know. I don’t-” I don’t care that you two hooked up. That was what Rio had meant to say, but he wasn’t sure he could say them sincerely. He didn’t blame either of them of course. This happened before Rio moved in, before Winston knew who Athena was, before Rio and Winston became what they were now. But that didn’t mean that the doubt crept its way in every now and again. His sister had always been better at everything. How could he measure up to that? “I don’t know what you expect from me.” He settled on.

“He’s a good person.” Athena did her best to keep her voice even. Getting into a shouting match in public wasn’t about to do anything. “Well, I don’t anymore, and you still never asked me personal questions, just because you thought I was attractive. You never even knew my last name.” Athena sighed. “Not the point right now. My brother is right. We do not and should not do this here. Thank you very much for keeping me up to date.” Her voice was level - perhaps too much so, but few people besides her brother would understand that that was a way she showed her frustration, but that was beside the point. “Well, I did not expect this, but it is a good thing that I have always been adaptable.” She raised an eyebrow. “But yes, drinks! I am feeling quite generous, so I’ll buy. What would you both like? Are you sure you just want water, Ri? I am still worried you aren’t getting enough to eat.”

Rio’s hand made it clear that this wasn’t the time or the place. Winston kept their eyes locked on Rio’s. Gazing at him, Winston steadied their breath. “Fine, we’ll do this another time I guess, but I’m not going to let anyone take advantage of Rio, hurt Rio or do anything other then treat him exactly as he wants.” Winston wasn’t willing to engage with Athena on this one. She clearly hadn’t taken everything in the way that they had wanted when they had agreed to stop sleeping with one another. But here they were anyway and if she was going to buy them coffee then Winston wasn’t going to say no. “Can I have a triple shot latte please?” they said please out of habit and almost regretted it in that moment but they were nothing if not polite. 

Orion realized that despite sitting here with Athena, his hand was still holding onto Winston’s. It was under the table, but Athena as well as anyone in the store would be able to tell. More surprising than that, it didn’t bother Rio in the slightest. He didn’t care that Athena knew it was happening. Not to say that he was completely comfortable with the situation. On the contrary, Rio felt like he was one minor inconvenience away from a full blown panic attack. The entire situation was one of the most awkward situations that Rio had ever found himself in. But Rio found himself absent-mindedly stroking Winston’s palm with his thumb and that helped keep Rio grounded. “Well this is…” Rio trailed off, looking for the best adjective to describe the environment. Eventually, he spoke without thinking, “Awkward.” He sighed, betrayed by his own lips. “The water’s fine, seriously. And I eat. I totally eat.” Not always healthy food, but he definitely ate.

“He is free to speak his own mind, Winston. You do realize my brother is right here?” Athena  sighed. Even she could feel that this was all awkward, and even she had to admit that she did not feel entirely comfortable. “You got it.” She stood up abruptly and marched over to the counter, ordering Winston’s drink, followed by her own - a dirty Chai latte, and a bagel and water for her brother. It took a few minutes for everything to come together and she ran her fingers through her hair and grabbed the order when it all came, bringing it back over to the table and placing the bagel in front of Rio. “Can’t help looking out for you. Got your favorite type.” She took a sip of her drink and looked over to the two of them. “So, do I get to hear how you two met, or is that still top secret?”

“Really, Rio’s here?” Winston replied with an eye roll that was difficult to miss, “Where is he? He’s my boyfriend after all and I’d love to see him because you know I just hadn’t realised he was here with us.” It wasn’t like Winston was holding Rio’s hand or anything. Looking across the table at Rio, Winston’s eyes went wide and they sighed. “Rio, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at her like that, I just can’t stand the way that your family treats you and acts as if you’re some kind of second class citizen and I know that Athena isn’t always like that but you know, still, but yeah I probably shouldn’t have…” they trailed off as Athena headed back towards them. “We met through a mutual friend, we have like an anime night with her every now and then and the first one was when we met.” Thank God that was the truth. Would be awkward to admit that Winston had literally sleep walked in on him. 

What else could Orion do besides listen to them bicker back and forth? Seeing them now, it made Rio curious how the two usually talked before all of this. Back when Rio and Winston were just casual acquaintances and the relationship between Athena and Winston was closer than Winston and Rio’s. However, as soon as Rio started thinking about it he immediately regretted it. He realized, with a painfully awkward start, that his imagination was far too overactive. He had no troubles at all imagining what things might have been like, but forgetting those conjured images weren’t nearly as easy. As the two bickered, Rio found himself staring at one of the walls of the coffee shop, his focus homing in on one single spot near the ceiling where the painters had missed a spot. His attention was brought back to Winston with a start when they said his name, speaking directly to him. “No- seriously don’t feel bad. This? Standing up for me it’s just one of the reasons why I lo- Uh, why you’re so great.” Rio coughed through that awkward moment and tried to control his cheeks from glowing too brightly from the slip up. Rio was thankful that Winston had chosen their initial meeting when Athena had asked. Admittedly, although that night had technically been the first the two had actually met, Rio didn’t typically consider that. Maybe it had been both of their awkwardness at meeting new people, or the disaster that had come from Rio’s awful mistake to violate Skylar’s privacy. But that had seemed to be more of a precursor to their actual meeting. That night in the Scribe headquarters, despite being long before there was anything actually between the two, had been more intimate than Rio would have been comfortable admitting. Despite barely knowing Winston, the two had slept in the abandoned headquarters together. Rio had never slept in the same room as anybody that wasn’t his immediate family. Looking back, Rio may have already been head over heels for them. But Athena couldn’t know about the Scribe building, so Rio was thankful on multiple levels that Winston had kept that between them. “I didn’t know. Just so you know.” Rio said before realizing how vague he was being and deciding to elaborate, “Um, I mean about you two. I had no idea that Winston was even seeing anybody. And Winston didn’t know that we were related. All of this” Rio held up the combined hand of the two, “Was long after the two of you. I promise it wasn’t related.” For some reason, Rio still felt like he owed Athena some sort of explanation. It was almost as exhausting as it was infuriating. “And we haven’t like uh-” Rio physically had to stop himself, absolutely no clue why he would even consider telling something like that to Athena. Had he completely lost his mind? Athena didn’t need to know anything about Rio’s sex life, or lack thereof. Rio grabbed the water and took a large drink in order to get himself to stop talking for a minute.

“Yes, he is. Also, sarcasm.” Athena rolled her eyes. She didn’t like this at all, and very little of it had to do with the fact that the two of them were dating. She loathed the fact that her brother had lied to her, and the fact that someone else who she had trusted had, too. “Speaking of people who are right here.” She raised an eyebrow. “I do not treat my brother like that, and whatever we do or do not do is our private business, and not something you could understand. I care for him more than anything else in the world.” She took in a few steady breaths. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if she broke something in the middle of the café. She could work out when she got home. She needed to punch something when she got home. “When we were what? We were never anything, they slept with me and decided afterwards that they didn’t want anything to do with me.” She looked pointedly at Winston. “Sudden change of heart, after asking me out to dinner. We were never seeing each other. If you want details, we slept together, as I have just said, and that was that.” Some of us don’t need deep emotional attachments. Some of us aren’t afraid. She kept those words to herself and with a sip of her drink she sat back, her nose wrinkling as her brother did everything to side-step the word sex. “Good to know. Thanks for the details about your life, but I think I figured that out for myself.”

Honestly, Winston was in disbelief. “Sure, the way you treat him is definitely your private business, nothing that I would care about.” They couldn’t help it. They should’ve probably stopped picking a fight but Athena wasn’t exactly making this easy for them. “We stopped sleeping together because I found out what you had done to Blanche and I had been considering dating you, we stopped sleeping together because I wasn’t sure that I wanted to continue having a physical relationship that might turn into something more with someone who had terrorised one of my best friends when they were at school…” Winston swallowed, “not to mention the unsolicited photos you insisted on sending me afterwards. Athena don’t act like I was being unreasonable by not wanting to see you. I get that you were hurt by it but there were good reasons for my decisions. I wasn’t trying to hurt you it just didn’t work for me anymore and I won’t be made to feel bad about that.” They already felt bad enough about everything else, they didn’t need to add something else to the list. 

Orion really didn’t want to be here. He wished he had the ability to disassociate or astral project or even just evaporate into a gaseous substance. Any of those options were preferable to hearing his sister and the person he was dating go on about their former sex life, and hearing about how they could have been the ones dating if not for the interference of one very nosy and potentially hypocritical third party. The third party of course being Rio, who had really had no business within their relationship in the first place, and now only felt worse about getting involved considering that he and Winston ended up together. An awkward set of tumbling dominoes that led to the probably the most awkward moment of his entire life. This moment right here, sitting in a coffee shop with Athena and Winston and wishing that someone would laser beam him into outer space. “I really feel like I should probably just like… go, yeah?” Rio laughed nervously, not trying to interrupt their bickering but definitely trying to get away from it. Would they have fought like this if Rio had left a few moments earlier? Or would things have been more friendly? The selfish part of Rio wasn’t sure which one he preferred. “I can totally dip out. Let you two uh- work this out. I sorta feel like I’m intruding.” Even though the conversation had begun because of him, it was starting to enter territories that Rio had no interest in hearing. It was bad enough knowing that Winston and his sister had slept together. He didn’t need Athena spilling all the gory details. 

“We barely hung out and you considered that?” Athena rolled her eyes. “Okay, terrorize is an extreme overgeneralization, but also I don’t owe you anything.” With another scoff, she added, “I am not hurt. You think something as insignificant as that could hurt me? Guess it’s good you decided to date my brother instead because we truly do not know one another much at all.” She certainly hadn’t appreciated their sudden change of heart, but focusing on interpersonal negatives was not something she considered worth dwelling on. At her brother’s nervous laugh, she whipped her gaze toward him. “No, you can stay. I’m not about to say anything more, if that’s what you’re concerned about. Besides, you haven’t taken even a bite of your bagel yet.”

Swallowing gently, Winston sighed. They didn’t want Orion to have to be watching this and honestly they didn’t even want to be having this argument with Athena. They were sure that there was potential for friendship but this wasn’t something that they would stand for. It was almost like this was why they hadn’t mentioned any of this to Athena in the first place. “I’m glad that you aren’t hurt, I wouldn’t want your feelings or anything else to be hurt. Not by me and certainly not by this.” Winston looked at her over their coffee, their stomach a pit of vipers curling on themselves, this certainly hadn’t gone the way they’d wanted. 

Things seemed to be cooling down, but Orion knew Athena’s temper. He didn’t need to give her another reason to be set off. He shouldn’t even be talking to her. He had made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with her, but she didn’t seem to want to listen. Plus, he knew Winston liked her and was friendly with her. Rio was out of the ruining friendship business. “It’s fine. I already told you beforehand that I had plans anyways. It’s not like I’m purposely trying to get away or anything.” Rio was absolutely trying to get away from here, preferably as fast as humanly possibly. Or super humanly possible even. Hopefully without him there the two could hang out in peace. At least Rio knew for sure that Winston was safe around her. “I have training today anyways, so I don’t want to keep him waiting.” Not that Adam would mind much, he was way too easy going, the perfect fit for trying to train someone as neurotic and prone to panic as Rio was. “I’ll text you later, okay?” Rio squeezed Winston’s hand before pulling free from it. He was careful to avoid any comment that may lead Athena to think that the two lived together. “Athena, it was uh- We ran into each other here. So uh- that was cool. Welp, talk to you both later bye!”

“Clearly those plans weren’t that important.” Athena muttered. This had not turned out at all like she had expected it to, and apparently her brother was now keen on nearly yelling at her in public, which she was certainly not a fan of. Nor was she a fan of how Winston was acting. Her stomach felt tight and uncomfortable, in a way that she couldn’t quite place. She knew that she didn’t like it. Athena had never liked to feel uncomfortable or unsure, and that was how she was feeling now. She set her coffee down on the table and stood up at the same time as Rio did, rolling her eyes as she did so. She grabbed the edge of the chair. “No, actually, I realized I’ve got something to do for Kappa Iota Lambda, and Jenny’s gonna kill me if I don’t get over there. So I should be going. Such a shame this didn’t work out as much as the plan had been.” She glanced at Winston, a small smirk crossing her lips. “Maybe next time.”

Winston sighed, this had all turned out to be a bit of a shit show but honestly right now they weren’t sure that they were surprised. It seemed like everything in Winston’s life was going the same way. They wished that everything didn’t have to be so complicated but all they knew was that they had to keep Rio safe. That was all they could do. “Yeah, it is a shame.” Winston rose from their seat and drained their coffee. “I’ll see you around.” They didn’t bother to say anything more. What good would it do?

[athenadcvell]

The Mechanic: Pt. 2

Link: Part 1

Summary: This is the second part to the first part of The Mechanic. Basically about Harley surviving the snap and becoming apart of Tony’s family. May or may not make more parts, we’ll see.

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Tony was never the biggest fan of post-apocalyptic movies.

They were all so… unrealistic. If the world ended, the Avengers would be there to pick it back up. It wouldn’t resemble those over dramatic, grey skied dystopias where everybody is always depressed.

However, then the world actually ‘ended’. And the world may have not been completely like those movies, but it was pretty damn similar.

And that’s why Tony made it his number one priority to keep all sadness and despair away from his sweet little home in the woods. Away from his family.

Family.

Just a few years ago, Tony could barely say he had a family. There was Rhodey, and Happy, plus the rest of the Avengers, but in the end, Tony would go home to an empty house. Then, Pepper gave him a second chance, and even with the snap killing away someone he had held so close to his heart, he had found it in him to rebuild from the rubble.

That’s why now, as he picked up spare clothing around the house for the laundry, Tony cant help but stop and smile as his family peacefully sits in the living room. Not just his wife, but also Harley, who he had legally adopted not too long ago.

A very pregnant Pepper lay on the couch, reading whatever book she had picked out this time, with Harley, cross legged on the floor playing a video game. Tony wasn't quite sure what game he played, but he knew it managed to consume most of his attention as of late.

“Harley,” Pepper looked up from her book, barely managing to catch the teens attention. “Could you grab me a glass of water?”

Harley turned around, raising a brow at the glass sitting on the table.

“I got that one for you, like, five minutes ago. You already finished it?”

“There’s another human being in me, consuming almost everything I consume,” Pepper deadpanned. “Excuse me for being thirsty.”

Harley dropped the remote, holding his hands up and muttering a sorry as he went to complete the task.

“Don’t even try arguing with her,” Tony said quietly as Harley passed him. “Especially In this state, there’s no chance in winning without unleashing the monster.”

It earned him a small laugh, which was enough for Tony. When Harley had first begun living in the compound, there was rarely a smile on his lips. It was expected. His family was dead, he had just hiked for days with nothing but a small backpack and survivor’s guilt… it would be tough for him to get back to his usual self.

However, not too long after moving into the cabin, things started to look up. Pepper announcing she was pregnant. Planning for their small little wedding in front of the lake. A family was built from broken pieces, and though Harley would still wake in the middle of the night with nightmares, or have a breakdown at random moments if he happens to find something triggering, both Pepper and Tony were always there for him.

Harley left down the hall to retrieve the water, while Tony and Pepper returned to their tasks. The chiming of the doorbell broke concentration.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, who is it?” Tony asked.

“Not sure, boss,” The A.I. responded, projecting an image on Tony’s watch. A man he didn’t recognize stood at the doorway awkwardly, dark haired and blue eyed. He frowned down at the picture.

“Who is it, Tony?” Pepper looked from her book, noticing her husband’s troubled expression. Tony shook his head, giving her a small smile.

“Probably just some lost hiker. I’ll go shoo him off,” Setting down his basket, Tony walked over to the door and opened it, giving the man a polite smile, while remaining alert in case of attack. “Can I help you?”

The man’s gaze shifted from his shoes to the now open doorway, clearly exhausted. There was something… familiar about him. Tony couldn’t quite place what.

“I… I’m sorry, I’m looking for two kids,” The man explained, running a frantic hand through his hair.

Tony’s heart dropped at his words, as pieces began to click together, He refused to give in just yet.

“Kids?” He repeated, clicking his tongue. “Not sure I can help you. Sorry about that,” Tony moved to shut the door, however, the man was quick to place a hand on it. Tony stared at the hand on his door, then back at the man. Some nerves this guy had.

“Harley and Sarah Keener,” The man continued, ignoring the hard set gaze Tony was giving him. “Please, I need to find them. I-I need to know if they’re still alive.”

“If you’re looking for someone, then go to the tombstones. Everyone dead is listed there,” Tony knew it was cruel to turn this man away, especially considering who he was. But he doesn’t care. He won’t jeopardize his family. “Other than that, I think you should leave.”

“They’re my kids, please!” The man exclaimed.

Tony knew. A part of him knew the second F.R.I.D.A.Y threw up the projection. However, there is a fine line between thinking you know, and actually knowing. And he has just crossed it.

“Please,” The man repeated, his voice cracking. “My name is Jack Williams, and if you know where they are-”

“Harley’s here,” Tony snapped, cutting him off. He could lie, turn him away. But that wasn't his choice, and he then realized that. Harley should have been able to make that decision on his own.

“W-what?” Jack’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Harley’s in the kitchen right now,” Tony explained nonchalantly. “He lives with me and my wife now, after his mom and sister died. Oh, and after you decided to make a one way trip to 7-Eleven.”

Jack’s eyes gazed down as he processed the information. His ex: Dead. Daughter: Dead. But his son? Sitting inside that house, not a clue that his deadbeat father was waiting outside, hoping for some kind of reunion.

“Then let me see him,” Jack frowned at Tony, trying to step into the house. His path is immediately blocked.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Tony stares at him coldly, pushing his shoulders back. “You take one more step towards this door, and I’ve got about a hundred security protocols that I can initiate with just one word. And guess what? They all end with your ass six feet in the ground, and Harley doesn’t ever have to know you were here.”

Pepper has caught sight of what is going on at this point, silently watching her husband handle this. She would intervene, however, being as pregnant as she is, she doesn’t want to risk the baby.

“But I won’t,” Tony continued, easing the stiffness in his shoulders. No use getting worked up for this waste of space. “That’s Harley’s decision.” Jack opened his mouth to object, but the door had already been shut in his face.

“Tony?” Pepper sighed, searching her husband’s face for some kind answer. She’s become fluent in reading him, but this is an all new emotion all together. A fatherly one.

“Sorry that took so long, I found a spider and was trying to get it outta the house,”

Harley announced as he exited the kitchen, running a hand through his brown locks while carrying a chilled glass of water in the other. Pepper silently took it from him, trying her best to put on a grateful smile. It came out morbid.

Harley’s own smile faltered at her grim features, turning to Tony, who didn’t even attempt to cover the mixed feelings of emotions written across his eyes and lips.

“What’s going on?” The teenager turned between the two, clearly confused.

“Your father's here,” Tony doesn’t try to sugarcoat or ease into the topic. It’s best to just rip it off like a bandage, which he does, and Harley’s response is just as expected.

“W-what?” His voice was barely above a whisper, as if a lower tone would mean the words would just rewrite themselves.

“He wants to see you,” Tony stared at the floor, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“Did you tell him to go?” Harley asked, swallowing thickly. Tony gazed up, his brows furrowing together. Not angrily, but… sadly.

“No,” He shook his head. “It’s not my place to tell him to go. He’s not here for me,” Harley sucked in a sharp breath, wordlessly walking to the door. He walked in quick, loud steps, but there is a cave in his shoulders from the fear and nervousness. Why wouldn’t he be? He spent countless nights running to his parents’ bedroom for his father’s comfort, only to find an empty bed. With his mom working such long nights, Harley was basically the parent for his sister. He did his father’s job. And now he’s here, wanting some sort of relationship with the child he left behind.

What gives him the right? The anger boils in Harley, and he wants to yell, and scream at Jack. That’s all he wants, at this moment. And yet, all he can do is stand in front of the door with shaking hands. Like some sort of coward.

“I can tell him to go, Har,” Tony gently laid a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to do this now,” Pepper added, to let him know he had both of their support. Harley shook his head, slowly wiggling out of Tony’s grasp.

“No. I can do this,” He stated firmly, praying they don’t see how badly his hand trembles as he opened the door.

A part of him hoped that Jack had already left, disappeared from his life for a second time.

His heart dropped when he saw him sitting on the steps of the porch.

As soon as he saw his son, Jack sprang up, hope filling his eyes. It was odd, the way he looked, to Harley. When you’re a child, you worship the ground your parents walk across. They are pure and sinless creatures who seem like Gods. But now? Harley realizes how flawed they really are.

Jack isn’t quite as tall as he had always imagined him. Taller than Tony and Pepper, but still an inch or two beneath Harley. He looks different, as well. It may be the stress, or age, but Harley doesn’t remember his father looking so disheveled, like someone had picked him hungover from a bar. Perhaps that’s exactly what this ‘look’ is.

“Hey, buddy,” Jack grinned, and it seemed to wide. Too fake. His eyes are the most unsettling part. They’re identical to Harley’s. Funny. With the lack of photos in the house, Harley had just always assumed his father had brown eyes. Guess not.

“Hello, Jack,” Harley blinked, trying his best to keep a stoic expression.

“How are you,'' Jack ignored the cold tone, his foot tapping anxiously. He looked up at the house, grinning. “Nice place you got here, huh? They treating you alright?”

“Better than you ever did,” He can’t help it. Harley’s still a teen. Meaning he can’t exactly hold back cruel comments. Not that this is mean. Jack doesn’t even know mean, yet.

“I deserve that,” Jack nodded, his smile vanishing. He walked forward suddenly, causing Harley to flinch. His entire body stiffened up when Jack deemed it okay to wrap him in a tight hug. “I’m so, so sorry, bud. I should’ve never left, I should have stayed with you and your-”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Harley can’t be a feelingless robot anymore and just simply tell Jack to leave. He thought it would be that simple, but it's not. He yanked Jack’s hands off of him and pushed him away. “I was seven when you left! I was a kid! And now, you’re crawling back! Where do you get off thinking you can just do that?!” Harley screamed, his voice cracking at the end. Jack is stunned by the outburst.

“I-”

“Please, for the love of God, leave,” Harley rubbed his face, turning away as the tears begin to fall.

“Son,” Jack began softly, not giving up. “We’re family. After all that’s happened, family has to stick together.”

“No!” Halrey whipped around, no longer caring if Jack saw the broken pieces he caused. He jabbed a finger violently at his father’s chest. “You are not my family! You were never my family. My family is dead! They-” He cried, pointing at the door. “-are my family now. They love me, and they would never leave me one night because they felt ‘overwhelmed’. You’re a coward, and a deadbeat. You… You need to go,” Harley doesn’t wait for a reply. He can’t. He turned and rushed back inside..

His body shook violently in sobs as he slammed the door closed and fell to his knees. He’s thought of what to say to Jack’s face for years, and when the time comes? He can only get a few sentences out before the emotions rack up and cave in on him. It’s just like all those nights, when he feels so alone that it becomes too much to handle.

But this time, it’s different. Because he’s not alone. Harley is made very aware of that as soon as Tony’s arms wrapped around him, a safe haven from the cruel hands of his real father.

“It’s not fair!” Harley cried, running frantic hands through his hair. “Why does he get to live? Why does my mom and sister die and he gets to live?!”

“I know, kid,” Tony rubbed his back, sighing. “It’s not fair. But you did good out there,” Tony pulled back, staring Harley firmly yet kindly in the eyes. “I’m proud of you, kid.”

And that’s all Harley really needs to hear. A phrase he didn’t have the privilege of hearing very often of growing up. A phrase he had never heard from his father.

And yet, that’s the difference between Jack and Tony. Jack is Harley’s father. But Tony?

Tony is the closest thing to Harley’s dad. To his home. He and Pepper both. And Harley will take that.

[flamingo-writes]

You’ll Still Be Mine — Law x Reader

Summary: After losing Ace in the Paramount War, and being saved y the Heart Pirates, you notice how Trafalgar Law has a certain interest in you. The rest of the Heart Pirates notice the special treatment you receive from the captain, and they can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into their captain. 

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I have no clue why I took so long to write this xD I’ve been thinking of this all week long and took approximately five days to write it. This week was way too stressing for me, I’ve hardly been able to write due to the stress. Anyways, have some Law, I know you’re all thirst for this emo cutiepie. 

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mentions of death, smut. Of course, Marineford Spoilers in case you haven’t gotten to that part and in case you haven’t read the summary xD

So much had been taken away from you after the Paramount War. For starters, your brother. Seeing Ace falling on the ground broke your heart at once. All that adrenaline collapsed, and what followed were bitter tears, and a pain that you’d never felt before. A new acquired hole in your chest. 

The sound of Luffy crying loudly only fed that pain, like poison burning your entire body with denial. The echo rumbling through your bones, consuming what was left of your sanity.

However, over time, Ace’s departure still felt surreal, the pain, however, was still fresh. But you could see, you could feel a very slight improvement. Maybe it was Law. 

After you escaped with Luffy and the Heart Pirates, you didn’t take long before befriending Law. And it all happened while Luffy was in the Intensive Care Unit in the submarine, the first 72 hours after the incident. 

“How come you’re Luffy’s sister?” Law asked incredulous after talking to you for 20 minutes. 

“Why is it so hard to believe?” You giggled rather amused.

“You’re so serene and controlled. You actually say smart things…” Law said lying back on his seat as he looked at you. 

“I was the oldest sister, the one watching over three little tornadoes” 

“Three?” Law raised his eyebrow.

“Doesn’t matter” You quickly added, avoiding his stare “I still have one little tornado to look after...and I’m glad I do. If I’d lost Luffy too, I’d definitely gotten mad…” 

“I’m sorry, [Name]-ya” He purred.

“I am too, Law. But we can’t change the past, there’s no point in keep crying about it” You said swallowing down the lump on your throat. 

Law had been very nice to you. Or maybe it was that instant chemistry between the two of you. He was gentle, and always tried to distract you whenever he found you crying by Luffy’s bed. In the first 36 hours of knowing him, he’d given you coffee, tea, and sat with you to talk about everything else, keeping your mind busy. And you appreciated it. 

“Why are you so nice to me, Law?” 

“I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to help those in need. Besides, I like you. You’re clever, and from what you’ve told me, you sound like someone to not mess with. I mean, you kept up with Ace-ya and Luffy-ya’s bullshit for years, that’s admirable on its own…" 

I like you, he had said in a friendly matter. Or at least that was what you both believed. At least until one of those many times Law found you crying, he held you tightly as you continued to cry with your face hidden in the crook of his neck. A week or so after meeting him 

"[Name]-ya, listen to me" He purred, breaking the hug, but holding your face in his hands. "Do you think this is what Ace would've wanted? Having you cry every day for him, suffer every day for him? He's gone, and we can't change that. But you've gotta stay strong, you are very strong, [Name]-ya…" 

You leaned closer, resting your forehead against his cheek. You kept crying silent tears for a few seconds before looking up, back at Law. Your nose brushing his, as his dark grey eyes looked into yours. 

"After losing Sabo, I promised myself I wouldn’t let Luffy or Ace get hurt” You mouthed. Law had no clue who Sabo was. But easily filled in the blank by himself. He didn’t ask. 

“Stop torturing yourself, [Name]-ya” Law whispered. “You said it before, crying won’t fix things…” 

As the two of you kept whispering back and forth, still very close to each other, the crew gathered around the infirmary door, where they all tried to peek inside. This behaviour in their captain was so unreal. Law cared for his patients, like any doctor did. But he never even when to see them without a medical reason. However, he’d go to see you every once in a while just to have a chat. They knew their captain liked you. And that alone was so weird inside their heads. They didn’t even know Law was capable of being like that towards someone. 

“They’re kissing! Oh my god, they are kissing!” Penguin whispered a gasp. 

The crew still tried to remain silent but fought for their chance to slip a sneak. And as everyone got to see it, everyone muttered, both fascinated and terrified. 

The kiss tasted rather salty, as your tears made their way down your cheeks towards your lips. Still, the taste of coffee could be felt in Law’ mouth as his tongue teasefully caressed your lower lip. Slow and gentle. 

Breaking the kiss, Law’s nose brushed yours as he looked down at you. 

“Wanna go to my room, [Name]-ya?” He purred as his dark grey eyes lingered on yours. 

You were surprised by his question, not expecting him to be so straightforward. You knew what he meant by it, and the thought made your heart race fast and hard against your chest. You didn’t answer, however, you nodded, without being able to look away from him. 

The crew quickly dissipated from the infirmary room and all went to hide somewhere or pretend they were doing anything else but spy on Law. As the two of you left the infirmary, walking hand in hand, Law noticed how there was a trace of awkwardness expiring from everyone around except the two of you. Law then knew what his crew mates had been up to something, something he knew he didn’t want to know. 

Once in his room, the crew slowly gathered together, this time outside the closed bedroom door, mumbling and whispering. They were preparing for the worst. Whenever Law spent the night with someone, it was always loud. And by how it sounded like, it was rough. It was unbearable whenever Law brought someone into the Polar Tang while visiting an island. 

However as time went by, and nothing was heard yet. No violent rocking, no loud moaning, no screaming, no nothing. Bepo pressed his ear against the door, hoping to hear something. 

“Do you hear something?” Shachi kneelled next to Bepo.

“Yes” The bear answered, focusing n what he could hear. 

“What is it?” Penguin followed.

“Uhm….moans…” Bepo answered, clearly awkward from spying on Law. 

“That’s it?” Another pirate asked. 

“That’s it” 

The entire crew, more puzzled than ever exchanged looks. Their curiosity was killing them, usually, they hated to hear whatever happened inside Law’s room. But since he’d been acting very different around you, now everyone was dying to know what was going on inside. 

And what was going on inside was not precisely slow. It was both gentle and yet lustful. The way had you pinned against a wall, kissing your neck, biting you, sucking on your skin, made you moan delicious sounds to his ears. His hands were exploring the skin underneath your shirt, as he teased your skin, painting goosebumps as he went up and down your back, up and down your sides. Every now and then brushing our breast. 

“Law…” You whispered breathless as he kept nibbling on your neck. 

“Yes, babe?” His voice, oh, the way his voice hissed so silently, so lowly, made your knees weaker. “Tell me, darling. Let me hear your voice” He stole a kiss from your lips. 

You proceeded to take off your shirt and grab one of his hands, placing it over one of your breasts, as you leaned closer to Law. 

“Touch me” You mouthed. “Please” And just like he’d done before, you stole a kiss from him. 

His hand quickly tightened around your breast, squeezing it gently. Massaging it, he drew circles around your nipple with his thumb. 

“Impatient, are we?” He hissed as he broke apart and grabbed you by the waist, guiding you to the bed. As you laid on the bed, Law crawled on top of you,kissing his way up your belly. Lingering on your breast, where his teeth began teasing your nipple. 

The way you moaned, brushing his hair and neck, the way your body reacted to his. He was used to use others to please his needs. But something about you caught his attention. And boy, he hadn’t realized he’d been craving the taste of your lips, and now he wanted to savour the entirety of your body. However, for once, he was more eager to please you, keep prompting thouse breathless erotic sounds that came out of your mouth. Feeding into his own hunger. 

Soon, he couldn’t fight the urge to undress you and before you realize it, you were completely naked, at his mercy as he was kissing your thighs, making his way up. You felt your head get hotter and hotter as Law got close towards your sex. 

“If you want me to stop at any point, [Name]-ya, just tell me” Law purred. 

As much of a kinky guy he was, consent was important to him. And he always asked as part of his routine. 

“Do-don’t stop, Law…” 

Those three words made a grin spread through his face as he kissed your clit before his tongue started playing, exploring your folds with skilled passion. Quickly, your sight got blurry as everything you were aware of was Law igniting your body. 

“Bepo, what’s going on?” One of the pirates on the other side of the door murmured. 

“Still moaning, a few whispers every now and then, but I can’t hear what they’re saying…” 

“Do you think she bewitched the captain?” Penguin whispered. 

“Up to this point, I wouldn’t doubt it…” 

The pirates kept murmuring, intrigued, curious. Bepo’s blood suddenly got cold when the sounds suddenly stopped, followed by approaching steps. As the mink tried to crawl away from the door terrified of what was going to happen next, the crew looked at the bear, frowning confused at how Bepo’s eyes were cold with fear. Before anyone could ask, the door opened, and it was then that everyone knew why Bepo suddenly began acting the way he did. 

“Do you mind?!” Law growled in a low voice. 

In a matter of seconds, no one was there. Everyone had fled to every other corner of the submarine, suddenly afraid of their captain. After everyone was gone, Law chuckled slightly amused by how their faces changed in a fraction of a second. He turned around, closing the door behind him, as his gaze returned to you, as you lied shaky on his bed. 

“Everything okay?” You whispered trying to catch your voice. 

“Yes, don’t worry…” He hissed walking back to the bed as he unbuttoned his black shirt and let it fall on the floor. Before he got on the bed, he undid his belt and his jeans as he slid them off his narrow waist. 

Crawling on the bed, he didn’t take his eyes off you, like a predator savouring his prey. 

“Where were we?” He purred as he kissed your things, placing them over his shoulders before continuing his trail of kisses up your belly and chest. Bringing your legs to your chest along with him. He finally met your lips. His tongue quick to tease yours. 

“Law” You breathed. “I want you” 

“Such a hasty little girl, aren’t you” He purred as he took off his underwear and lined up himself against your sex. “I want you to look at when I claim you as mine, darling” 

Your eyes, fogged with lust met his. The look in them spoke volumes. He was as impatient as you were, he was savouring this moment as his glare lingered on yours before he pushed himself deep in a quick thrust. 

You moaned louder than before as you felt him stretch your walls so sudden. Law, on the other hand, he grunted, fascinated by your wet warmth engulfing him so tightly, so deliciously. He took a few seconds before he went for another thrust, almost pulling out and going as deep as he could, stealing another embarrassingly loud moan. Soon, establishing a pace that was both too erratic, too desperate for the both of you. 

Law, was going crazy over how good you felt around him. That beastly instinct possessed him. Normally, he was the kind of lover to push his counterpart over the edge over and over again with such tease it was torturous, until they were begging. You on the other hand, he couldn’t keep that cool controlled mask on. He wanted to taste every inch of you, explore every inch of you, claim every last fibre of your body as his. 

As much as he hated it, he came first, but he didn’t stop there, he was determined to push you over the edge. And shortly after he climaxed, you followed, tightening around his even harder as your entire body shook, electrified by such  a spontaneous and intense orgasm. Your nails clawing to his back, as he bit your neck one last time, as both of your bodies seemed to relax, still tangled together. 

“Oh, Law” You gasped, breathing heavily. “God, I feel jealous of each and everyone of your previous lovers” 

“Same back at ya, babe” He purred sliding out, and lying on the bed next to you. “The things you do to me…” 

“Come again?” 

“Normally I’m not that impatient...something about you drives me crazy…” 

“You say that to everyone you bring here, Trafalgar Law” 

“Actually no. Normally I bring them here and once I’m done, off they go…But you?” He said gazing at you from the corner of his eye, as you both lied on your backs. “I’m not done with you, and even if I were, I wouldn’t let you go so easily...” 

“So you’re holding me hostage?” 

“Hmmm” He hummed. “I don’t think so. You came here voluntarily, and you’re still here because you want to” You didn’t answer back, and as time went by, his grin extended across his smile. “So, what is it going to be, [Name]-ya? Are you going to stay?”

“You’ll have to convince me” You said playfully. 

Law chuckled and rolled to his side, as he slowly made his way on top of you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you trapped him there as he leaned closer, kissing you slowly. You tried cupping his face in your hands, however, he pinned them down to the pillow as the kiss got more and more heated up.  

“I can make you feel better whenever you’re feeling down...or whenever you feel like it” He whispered breaking the kiss. “Stay…” He mouthet. 

“Are you...telling me to become one of you?” You looked into his grey eyes, as he kept pinning you down. 

“What do you say?” 

“I don’t know...” You sighed “I’d hate lo leave Luffy…He’s the only family I’ve got left…I’m sorry, Law”

“You don’t have to apologise…” Law added.

“Law, how much longer are you staying here in Amazon Lili?” 

“At least another week” 

“Let’s make the most out of that week, how about that?” 

“You’re going to make it harder to part ways, but I said I wasn’t going to let you go that easily, so, deal” He said leaning closer, kissing you once more, as if that kiss sealed the agreement. “Don’t forget, even when I’m gone, you’ll still be mine, got it?” 

“Aye, aye, doctor” You hummed into his lips. 

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New Beginnings (Part 3)

*Not My Gif*

Post Date: 8-12-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

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You sat down on the bottom of the raft as Fury drove you and Peter to wherever the hell SHIELD set themselves up. Honestly you couldn’t even care. You pulled your knees up to your chest, burying your head in them as Peter watched. He played with the mask in his hand, about to say something before Fury did.

“Stark left this for you.” He said as he handed Peter what looked like a glasses case. You furrowed your brows as you looked up at him. Peter glances down at you, holding in a breath before opening it, getting a good look at what looked like normal glasses, but you knew they weren’t. That was your dad’s tech. You let your eyes close as you bury your head again, not wanting to be here at all. Fury noticed your actions, he watched you out of the corner of your eye before speeding the boat up.

“You ok?” Peter asked as he took the spot next to you. You gave him a weak smile and nodded your head, but wanting to be anywhere else. You only came because you didn’t want Peter to do this all by himself. Not that you were going to be much help in the hero category.

We’re here.” Fury said as Peter helped pull you off the ground. You groaned as he laughed, pulling on his mask before grabbing your hand and following after Fury. The base was pretty much what you expected, having seen what these people can do but something just felt odd. “You can take off the mask. Everyone here has pretty much seen you without it.”

You didn’t like that. Peter ripped off his mask before looking at you who was glaring at everyone. You followed Fury until a familiar head of hair came into your view.

“Maria!” You yelled as the girl threw her arms open for a hug. You were quick to wrap your arms around her neck as she squeezed you tight.

“Hey Y/N.” She whispered in your ear as you smiled. You and Hill had a special relationship. She was kind of like a family member you only got to see in special occasions, someone you clicked with once and kept in touch. That’s what happened. After the attack in New York you met her and found out how cool she was and her the same, after that she began treating you like her sister especially after Nat and your dad died. Your hug ended short as Fury cleared his throat, causing you both to turn your heads and look at a glaring Fury and a smiling Peter. Peter loves when you talked about the avengers, heroes like Thor all the way to agents like Maria Hill. It made him happy to see you happy.

You hadn’t realized someone else had joined your little circle until you turned around.

“Mysterio?” You and Peter happen to say at the same time. He looked at you both as you stared at him. Him. That was felt odd when you first came in. They introduced him as Quentin Beck, from another earth. Your mind was racing as everyone talked, going on and on about something called an elemental. You weren’t really paying attention until Beck talked about his family. He started to play with a wedding band on his finger as your eyes widened.

Family. God why does such a great word suck so much. If you still had your family maybe you’d still be a hero, maybe you’d still be fighting instead of practically rolling over and playing dead. Peter grabbed your hand and squeezed it before you pulled away and started to head to the door.

“I’m sorry. This was a bad idea. I’m not going to be any help in this so I’m just gonna go.” You mumbled before Fury’s hand landed on your shoulder. Your back was facing the group as your eyes went from the door to his hand.

“We could use your skills on the field, Y/N. You could still help.” You swallowed back your arguments as you clenched your jaw, moving to look up at him. Peter flinched at Fury’s words knowing it wasn’t going to change your mind and he hates that you had to go through this.

“I’m retired.”

“You’re 17.”

“I’m retired.” You repeated with more force as his hand dropped, letting you take a few steps towards the door.

“Stark. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your father.” He said and your heart stopped. You didn’t need this, you didn’t need anyone and you most certainly didn’t need Nick Fury’s fucking apologizes. You turned your head to the side, looking at him through the corners of your eyes.

“That’s not worth anything.” You walked out of there, leaving Peter to the wolves which you regretted almost immediately but couldn’t go back for him now. Fury had some guy named Dimitri drive you back to the hotel so you didn’t have to stress to get back, however finding the motivation to go in was another. You glanced around the destroyed city, looking at the flooded streets and broken buildings when you took a seat outside of the front door, staring out in the sky. You didn’t know why, but you needed to talk and there was only one person who wouldn’t interrupt you.

“Hey Dad.” You whispered as you scanned the stars, playing with your shaking fingers. Your voice cracked as you coughed, trying to get the words out. “I miss you. Things are harder without you yelling what to do in my ear. I don’t- I don’t even think I have it in me to be the hero they want. The one they need. I mean... I couldn’t even save you.” You didn’t know how much more you could take but you needed to get the words out. “What’s the point of saving the world if I’ve lost my own? God I sound like I’m in some chick flick and you know how much I hate those.” You chuckled and wiped a few tears away, moving your eyes from the sky to the ground as the night sky reflected on the water, the twinkling of the stars causing you to sigh and close your eyes. “I don’t know if you’re listening, but I love you dad. Like Morgan says, I love you 3000.” You brushed your fingers against the water before heading up into your room, trying to not wake up MJ as you changed into your pajamas. It was already 2 in the morning by the time you went asleep, the quietness of the room having pulled you most of the way there.

A nightmare. You knew it was happening but it didn’t change the fact it was.

“Dad?!” You yelled as you walked about the broken remains of the tower after Thanos’ attack. There was no one around but you and your head was pounding, your suit was on, scanning the scene for anyone who remained but nothing came up. Using your thrusters to fly over the scene you were about to find a way to leave until two figures came on the screen off to your right. One was bigger than the other, towering over it as the smaller one was placed on their knees a little ways from the big one. You were at the scene in an instant, having no other choice. Your dad. That was the smaller figure as he stared down Thanos.

“Dad?” You said whispering this time, trying to figure out what was happening. Tony slowly turned to you, tears in his eyes as he smiled up at you. You felt your heart skip as you tried to run to him, not sensing the familiar motions.

“I am inevitable.” Thanos declared as you frowned turning to face the big purple pile of crap before looking at your dad.

“And I am Iron Man.” You wanted to scream but nothing came out. You watched your dad die for the second time as you cried, tears streaming down your face as nothing came out of your mouth. Instead of a bright light meaning you won, there wasn’t a sign. No dying creatures, no battle ensuing behind you, and no dying dad. You smiled, letting the hope that your dad was still alive consume you before you feel to your knees, completely immobile as you still cried. “You couldn’t save me. You didn’t save me!” Tony yelled as he glared at you, standing up to tower over you. You opened and closed your mouth, lost as to what to say as your cheeks grew hot.

“No... no, no.” You began as your dad turned to leave you, falling onto his knees. You watched with wide wet eyes as he turned to dust like you had, pieces flying away as you finally found it in you to scream.

“NO! DAD! NO!” You yelled as you threw yourself up in the bed, staring into the darkness of the room as you huffed and trying to steady your shaking breathing. You were shaking as you peeled your shirt away from your sweat clad torso. MJ was still fast asleep as you slipped out of your bed, grabbing your slippers and making your way downstairs to the lobby. It was silent as you slowly trudged down the creaking steps, wincing every time one made a sound. There wasn’t anyone sitting behind the desk and the only light that was on was from the news that was playing from your class earlier, only now it was muted. You let yourself fall into an old chair as you pulled your legs up, running your hands over your bare legs from your pajama shorts. You had got an hour of sleep, making it at a little after 3 in the morning and you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep more. You slept on the plane, that would hold you off for now. You pulled out your phone. Sending a quick text to Peter asking if he was back yet before you opened up your photos.

With everything that had happened with Beck and the elementals, you wanted nothing more than to just go home and spend time with your family but everythjng’s different now. You scrolled through pic after pic of you and Peter being dorks, messing around with his suit and your dads tech as Tony caught you, or ones where the three of you were eating ice cream and you shoved your cone into Peter’s face causing him to glare at you. You had stuck your tongue out at him and Tony quickly grabbed your phone and documented that moment. That was your home screen right now, a cute little picture with your favorite people when you weren’t being threatened or in danger. And everyone was alive.

You threw your phone into the couch next to you as you watched the news flicker on the screen, recapping everything that happened that day.

“Oh, Hey.” Peter said as he came in through the front door. You whipped your head back and sighed in relief when you saw it was just him. A small smile crept across your face when he came to join you on the couch. You threw your legs over his and leant your head onto his shoulder.

“Hey Pete, getting back kind of late, don’t you think?” You teased as you turned to look up at him. He let out an airy chuckle before looking at you. He looked happy but you knew he wasn’t completely. “What happened?”

He shook his head but ultimately decided to tell you. “They wanted us to help with the elementals. He wanted me to convince you to join.” He explained as you nodded your head, not wanting to blow up on Peter. His fingers ran over your hand before wrapping themselves with yours. “I told him that you were retired and there was no way I’d try to get you to join. Then I told him I wasn’t going to help either and I just wanted to enjoy my trip.” You smiled up to him as he matched your look, still rubbing the back of your hand before furrowing his brows. “Did you stay down here the whole time?”

Your smile faltered a little as you shook your head. “No I uh, tried to get some sleep.” You shrugged as Peter caught on. Peter knew you like the back of his hand and he prides himself on that, he knew why you were up.

“You had a nightmare.” Your head dropped as he didn’t ask, he pointed it out. You gave him a slight nod before he stood up, removing your legs from his. His hand shot out to yours before he was pulling you up of the ratty old couch. You giggled as you jumped onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands held your thighs to his body. The walk to your room was short and neither one of you said anything but you didn’t have to, you knew what was going to happen. It was the same thing that happened every time you had a nightmare or Peter did. He pushed the door open with his foot as he turned towards your bed, dropping you off his back as you bounced onto the springy mattress. You scooted over to the edge of the bed as Peter pulled the blankets back, joining you as the bed got about a thousand times warmer. Peter wrapped his hands around you as you pushed yourself into his chest, letting yourself fall asleep to the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

Peter laid awake after you nodded off, running his hand softly through your hair as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head. Moments like these he enjoyed, moments where nothing seemed real, where he could just leave his problems at the door because you and him were here and for the first time he thought of himself doing this for the rest of his life. His smile was so big he thought you’d be able to feel it against your head. His movements stopped and his eyes widened as he realized something. He’s never had those thoughts before, of you and him cuddling as something more than friends. And he liked those thoughts. He really liked them. He chuckled as he looked down at you, a sense of comfort coming over him as he glanced around the room, realizing for the first time that the girl he was supposed to have a crush on was not even 10 feet away, fast asleep, and here he was cuddling with the girl who was supposed to only be his best friend. Peter never felt more confused in his entire life.

You woke up the next morning to sun streaming through the window, shining in the dusty air as you pushed yourself deeper into the pocket of warmth next to you. It wasn’t until it moved did you remember it was Peter. You lifted your head to look over at MJ who still hadn’t stirred since she went to bed then they traveled up to the boy next to you. Peter was still asleep, his grip tight around your body as he managed to move down to lay on the bed more comfortably, causing his face to be inches from yours. You let yourself study his sleeping features like you’ve done so many times before and then gave him a little nudge. He groaned before he pulled you tighter, nuzzling his head into your neck as you tried not to blush.

“Pete? Peter? You gotta wake up before MJ does so she doesn’t see you in here.” You whispered into his ear as he rubbed his scalp with your nails, getting a groggy noise coming from his lips as you chuckled.

“Well Good Morning to you too.” He said as your heart sped up. His morning voice, you loved it so much but only got to hear it on occasion since most times he was up before you. He took a minute to look at you as his eyes adjusted to the brightness in the room. He smiled as you blushed and pushed him out of your bed before he could see it.

“Go, you have to go before MJ sees and I ruin your chances with her.” You said as you force a smile knowing that soon your little nightmare protector will be hers. Peter’s smile drops a little as he realizes what you said, but he quickly recovers when he looks over at MJ, nodding his head and turning to leave the room. He pauses at the door to say something to you but decides against it when you weren’t looking at him. You only look at where he was when the door slammed behind him, causing you to sigh before falling back onto the bed, the alarm going off moments later as MJ throws her pillow at you.

“Turn it off.” She grumbles as you laugh at her, smacking the alarm before getting up to pull her off the bed.

“Come on. Time to go to Paris.” She muttered under her breath but you shake it off once you can’t hear it.

You walked next to MJ with Peter and Ned behind you as Mr. Harrington began talking about some weird upgrade you were given on your ride to Prague instead of Paris. You were kind of sad to find out you wouldn’t be able to go to Paris but you figured you’d go some other time and maybe bring Peter. And MJ. His soon to be girlfriend. You shook the thoughts out of your head as you ran to catch up with the group, seeing that you managed to fall behind a little. But that all didn’t matter when your bus came into view.

The bus driver looked at you and Peter as you shook your head. Peter saw him almost when you did and Ned kept asking you guys what was wrong. You turned to look at Peter, your lips pierced as you raised an eyebrow.

“I think Nick Fury just hijacked our Summer Vacation.” You stared as you walked to the bus, getting on as you shot Dimitri a look of disgust. He didn’t do anything as you made your way down the aisle.

“Hey, want to sit here?” Flash said as he patted the seat next to him. You shrugged as you let yourself fall next to him. He smirked at you before pulling out his phone. Peter followed you onto the bus, watching as you took the seat next to Flash. He clenched his fists as Ned tapped his shoulder, telling him to keep moving. Peter nodded his head, looking at you one more time before dropping into the last seat of the bus. You turned to glance at Peter who had his head pressed against the window. You frowned before turning back to Flash who put his phone away, giving you all the attention he could. You tried to sound interested as he went on and on about whatever he could to impress you. It amused you a little to see him do that but it was a nice change of pace from talking about Quentin Beck and saving the world. But it got kind of old quick. At some point he finally stopped talking, letting you pull out your phone. You opened Peters texts, quickly typing a rescue request.

Peter looked through the screen on the E.D.I.T.H. glasses marveling at the piece of tech before seeing you pull out your phone.

“Edith? Who’s Y/N texting?” He asked before his eyes widened. “Never mind that’s creepy.” His question was short lived as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, smiling as he saw your text.

Pete! 911! Please rescue me from Flash’s boring rambles! I’ll owe you!

He chuckled as he looked up at you again, nodding your head to something Flash said as you obviously weren’t listening. Flash didn’t know but Peter could easy see right through your attention.

“Mr. Harrington? Could we stop for a bit?” Peter yelled from the back of the bus as the teacher turned to look at him, as did the rest of the class. He blushed a little before he caught your eye. “I just- Y/N has to use the restroom.” Your jaw dropped as you shook your head at him, only for him to shrug.

“Good idea Peter. We’ve been driving for a while now. What do you say driver? Is there a place to stop soon?” Mr. Harrington asked as Dimitri only grunted in response, Mr. Harrington turned to give you both a ‘we’ll see’ look as you laughed, glaring at Peter once again.

The class filed off the bus as soon as it stopped, MJ dragging you along with her.

“So Peter and you?” MJ said as you widened your eyes. Your mouth opened a little as you tried to spit words out.

“What do mean Peter and me?” MJ raises her brow at you causing you to blush even more.

“I saw you two this morning a few hours before we got up. You look cute together.” She joked as she smirked causing you to lower your head and give her a sad smile. She can’t possibly think Peter and you could be more than just friends, he’s crushing on her, not you.

“Nah, Peter and I are just friends. I had a nightmare and so he was helping me. That’s it.” She didn’t seem to be convinced as she grunted leaving you to browse the store by yourself. You bought what you wanted right as Mr. Harrington told everyone to get back into the bus. You looked around for Peter and followed the herd as Flash grabbed your hand, causing you to freeze at the actions before letting him pull you into the seat. You grumbled an objection under your breath but didn’t move. You kept looking for Peter who took the seat diagonal from you, but kept looking back.

“Peter? What are you looking at?” You asked as you tried to follow his gaze thinking he was looking at MJ only to meet Brad’s gaze. He smirked at you before looking down at his phone causing you to scoff and turn back to Peter. “Peter what’s going- why are you wearing the glasses?”

Peter wasn’t looking at you, instead yelling into the glasses. You felt your phone buzz as you pulled it out, seeing a text from Brad.

Think your Best Friend is having a little too much fun on this trip. Just thought you should know.

You furrowed your brows as you clicked on the picture attached. Your jaw practically dropped as you looked at the screen, seeing Peter and some blonde chick standing next to each other while Peter’s pants where pulled down. You knew Peter and you knew that what Brad was suggesting wasn’t something you’d do, but the woman, you saw her yesterday at the SHIELD base. Peter was working with them. Everything was happening so fast you didn’t even register tour surroundings until Peter said your name.

“Y/N? I need you to make a distraction. Please.” He begged as he grabbed your arms, shaking you a little before you snapped to reality. You looked down at Flash who looked passed out as you finally turned to the window next to you, listening to Peters pleads.

“Look! Baby mountain goats!” You yelled as you pointed. Everyone followed your pointing as you turned to Peter only to be met with his feet. You gasped as you looked outside, trying to figure out what was happening as you saw two of your dads weapons trailing the bus then collide into each other and crash. Peter landed behind you as you turned to glare at him. You didn’t say anything as Betty made a comment about Peter’s hair and he gave her a sheepish smile. You stood there staring at him before his eyes widened and he fell back into his chair.

“Ok, Edith. Let’s try this again.” He mumbled as you sat back down next to Flash. You looked at the finally quiet boy as you considered slapping him awake, but didn’t. You just stared straight at the seat in front of you, ignoring the apologetic stare coming from Peter as you glanced down at the picture. God, that boy has A LOT to explain.

Part 4

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Traces

Summary: Violet is a blossoming filmmaker with her own demons. When man of the night Taeyong comes into her life, she realizes that demons are very much real. She will have to endure the consequences of trusting the one person she should’ve steered clear from.

Genres: Romance, A Pinch of Smut, Fluff for Days, Comedy, Drama, Angst, Thriller, Horror, Fantasy

Cast: Taeyong, Yuta, OC (the bad bitch that you’ll get to know as Vi)

WARNING: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Language, Alcohol, Addiction, Violence (this writing in no way represents the members mentioned, all events are fake).

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CD 1: Intro - Track 1 - Track 2

Word Count: 6.5k

Two months later

My younger sister Janine and I met up with Hani at the mall for some milkshakes. Janine recently moved back from North Carolina while her ex-husband Joaquin was deployed overseas. Janine and I had been settled in an apartment in Sunset for two weeks now. She rubbed her six-month pregnant belly in comfort. Janine and her ex were intent on raising the kids together in their own way. It was the most functional breakup I’d ever seen.

Janine pushed some of her shoulder length brown hair behind her ear. “So tell me something juicy.” She looked amusingly at our friend. “Hani?”

Hani shook her head. “Nada on my end.”

I sipped my strawberry milkshake. “Actually. I do have something to share with the class.”

Hani looked at me in concern. “Are you sure?”

“It’s not like we ever dated, Hani.” I felt the teeniest pang in my chest. 

Janine’s light brown eyes were more alert. “What? Dated? You? Who? Why am I now just hearing about this? You bitch.”

“Your spawn can hear you, Janine.” I dipped a french fry into my shake. “I met someone one night at BOSS. It was...two months ago.” We met at the end of July and now it was the start of October. And based off of Janine’s response, she could tell I wasn’t fucking around.

This was a surprise for everyone, actually. 

“Tell me everything! Do not leave a single detail out,” my sister urged.

I started. “His name is Taeyong.”

I gave Janine the Sparknotes version of the night Taeyong and I met. She consumed her cheese fries in rapid succession. It was like I never lived so upon hearing about my hookup of the century, I dared not spare a single detail. 

“Have you guys kept in touch?” Janine asked cautiously.

I fiddled with my napkin. “Just for the first month. But after that...it’s been silent. I think he got busy.” 

Janine and Hani gave each other a look. 

“Oh…” Janine started.

“You don’t have to put on an act. We know you’re upset,” Hani replied.

I blew a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s not that bad. He’s just a handsome stranger I had the pleasure of sucking face with.”

“Vi?” Janine offered.

“Yeah?” 

“Forget about him. A guy like Taeyong may seem promising at first glance but it’s not the whole story...”

“She’s right.” Hani added as her phone went off. Her eyes widened as she read her text. “Oh, yes! Ready to kiss Taeyong goodbye?” Hani possessed a different kind of fire in her eyes at that moment.

“Sure?” 

“You’re coming with me on a double date,” Hani said.

Janine gave me a playful shove. “You should go! It’s exactly what you need!” 

I said, “Hani, I don’t think that’s-”

Hani stopped me. “Vi, it’s just one date. It won’t hurt. If it blows, I’ll owe you a mani-pedi. But it won’t because I have good taste.”

Janine and I frowned at each other. I said, “Hani, I swear if he ends up being a creep-”

“Are you considering it?” Hani looked amazed that I hadn’t shut down her invitation right away. 

I was, actually. I hadn’t thought about dating since Taeyong left me on read. BOSS was always busy and I was working on my film for the Nakamoto International Film Festival (NIFF). I was down to filming the last couple of shots with my cast and crew. Taeyong seemed to have moved on. Why couldn’t I? 

I asked, “When is it?”

“Friday night,” Hani sang in an operatic tone. 

I slapped her arm. “That’s two days away!”

“Why do you think we came to the mall today?” Hani laughed wickedly.

88

The night before my date, I dreamed about Taeyong again. We were in his car on the beach. The night was pitch black. We were in the middle of an intense battle of tonsil hockey. His mouth alone possessed a lot of talent. I would never forget that. He left traces upon traces of kisses all over my arms, back, face, and I nearly let him kiss all over my legs before I pushed him away so I could kiss him all over. 

The dream flash forwarded to us engaged in a staring contest. He was in the driver’s seat, his elbow propped against the window and just “getting a good look at me”. I had my hands in my lap, fiddling like I’ve never fiddled before. Then, we got out of the car and ran out into the water and splashed each other. We were soaked and our kisses were salty. 

I looked away from him for a second and when I turned back, there were bodies all around him, blood running down their necks as they held on for dear life. I screamed, looking up at Taeyong. Dark streams of blood poured out of his lips. He smiled fondly at me like we were about kiss again. Like the bodies weren’t even there. But then his irises turned red and he lunged at me. 

I shot out of bed in a cold sweat and breathed heavily. It was still dark outside. I checked my phone to see that it was five thirty in the morning. I groaned into my pillow.

For the first time in a while, I didn’t want to go back to sleep. I turned on my bedside lamp. I got out of bed and checked off a day in my Minions wall calendar. My mood lightened a little at seeing what was coming up in my schedule. Distractions were everything to me. 

Tomorrow night was the Thorne Gala: a celebration of young filmmakers from all over the country. The Thorne Association would be kicking off the annual Nakamoto International Film Festival (NIFF).. I was competing in the Short Film in Drama category. All kinds of legendary filmmakers were attending the gala tomorrow, some even coming all the way from South Africa, Japan, and Russia. The finalists will attend NIFF. And the kicker: NIFF was in Sunset this year. 

Even so, the excitement over the competition couldn’t quell these unsettling feelings over Taeyong. I’d never dreamed about something so brutal in my life. 

I rubbed my hands over my face. Why did I let him get in my head? It wasn’t like we ended on bad terms or anything. We were just friends. Emphasis on the were.

During our month of flirtation and friendship, he messaged me through HowRU, the international messaging app. Taeyong told me about work and how he received more songwriting and producing opportunities. I told him about the contest and how I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He talked me down with encouraging words and even sang me to sleep. He had a soft voice. His speaking voice sent me in a trance but his singing voice? That was something else. 

Now and then, we’d tell each other how we wished we’d stayed together that night. 

It seemed like we were growing closer, regardless of the distance. He told me he was coming back to the States but he never said when. And then by week five, he stopped replying to my messages. After a few days of being annoyed and in denial, I took the hint. 

We were how many miles away from each other? We were on separate days for the most part. So naturally, we were bound to drift apart. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. 

I could deny it all I wanted but something about Taeyong was off. Once the lust took a backseat, I vividly recalled how things went down that night at BOSS. He commanded such power and authority. He talked down that belligerent Baekhyun and got a hold of him. I still couldn’t understand how he did that. Taeyong may have been well-built but he was slender and of average height. Like Baekhyun. Neither man appeared to outmatch the other. I didn’t expect Taeyong to do so much with a mere movement of his hands.

I still wondered what he whispered into Baekhyun’s ear. It was like he commanded him and controlled his next move.

And then there was my ring. 

I dreamed about Taeyong returning my ring. He claimed he found it on the ground. But I wasn’t sure about that now. My dream shifted to Taeyong slipping the ring out of my finger without my realization. When he gave me his credit card. 

But that was impossible. Why would he do that?  Why am I dreaming about something that didn’t even happen? 

I was stressing myself out over someone I was never going to see again. 

Maybe my latest dream was the final push in that direction. 

88

I put some of my clothes into the dryer before I went downstairs to the mail slots. I had my earbuds in and played “I Want to Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles. As I walked out the front door, a man about my age came from the elevators. 

Soaked from the rain, he wore a navy blue rain jacket. This was a man who embraced the words beautiful and handsome simultaneously. He wore ripped black jeans that exposed parts of his muscular tanned legs. I didn’t think I would ever find ripped jeans attractive on a guy at this point in my life but here I was, blatantly planted at my front door and wanting the moment to pass slowly. 

The tips of his red orange hair were soaked from the rain. Droplets fell down to his cheeks. He had a very stoic expression on his face, his cheekbones striking and lips plump. His lithe frame made him deceivingly delicate when odds were he wasn’t. A full-fledged anime character with profound brown eyes. Everything about him was sharp : his movements, his body, and his expression. 

He noticed me staring and his eyes pierced mine. The moment came and went quickly. He simply nodded before he entered the apartment across from mine. 

“Well that just happened,” I whispered to myself. Janine and I were no longer the new kids on the twelfth floor.

I went downstairs to find that my Rilakkuma pillow arrived. I did what many would describe as the unholiest of bad dances. I heard a chuckle from behind me and I whipped my head around to the mail room entrance and saw no one. 

Back in the apartment, Janine was up and eating some Honey Nut Cheerios at the kitchen island. 

“Hey, single lady...embrace the status while you have it because tonight…can mean that your dry spell is over,” Janine teased. 

“Let’s not hold our breath.” I set my package down by the door and grabbed a banana off of our fruit bowl. 

“Oh yeah, which reminds me, we have a new neighbor!” Janine yelled.

I blushed. “Yeah, I saw him.”

“He just moved in yesterday. His handsome friends helped him bring up boxes and a lot of instruments. A musician.” She swooned.

“Someone sounds smitten.”

“Are you kidding? No man is on my radar right now. I was thinking of him for you.”

I laughed. “Knock it off.”

“Make me,” Janine prodded. 

“Let me just get through tonight before we start going door to door to get me laid.”

Janine took my quip and twisted it. “So that’s not out of the question, then? Because I say we start with boy across the way tomorrow and then work our way down to the violin player on the fifth floor if things go south tonight.”

“My sister: the optimist.”

“Pessimism is in our blood, hermana. The sooner we accept that, the better.” She got up to wash her bowl at the sink. 

Our dad called to check up on us as he did on a daily basis.

“Hey, pops!” I said. 

“Violeta! We have a special VIP coming tonight. You sure you can’t make it? It might be one of those celebrities you like so much.” My dad took a lot of pride and joy in his work, which made me very happy for him.

I raised my eyebrows at that, though. I’ve already had enough excitement at BOSS for a while. “Sorry, dad. I have a date.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I...Wait.”

“Papá, it’s cool. It’s a double date with Hani. Remember her?”

Janine snickered very loudly over the running tap water. 

“I’m gonna have to speak to Hani if she wants to keep her job,” Dad muttered.

“You’re bluffing.”

“It depends on how nice this boy is to you. If he doesn’t treat you right, Hani can redeem herself by sending me his home address. If it goes well, the same conditions apply.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Hani usually stays away from the criminals.”

“Usually?”

“Well, dad, would you look at the time? I gotta go. Good luck tonight. Let’s have dinner with Janine and her buns on Sunday.” 

Janine laughed at my play on “buns in the oven”, which was much appreciated.

“Okay. But you better keep me posted. I want pictures and contact information,” Dad demanded.

88

Hani and I walked out of my building’s elevator to meet our dates. There was a Bugatti in the pickup area in front of the lobby. 

Hani squeezed my arm. “Let’s go.” Pulling me with her, she ran out to the car where the driver and passenger were getting out. 

Both men were real lookers so I wasn’t going to be disappointed over who was Jinyoung. The shorter of the men had distinct catlike eyes and a boyish charm to him. The taller of the two had a regal aura that made me wonder if Korea did in fact have a monarchy. His mind seemed to be elsewhere as he looked off into the distance. And...I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about him that reminded me of Taeyong.

But it was there.

“Kim Minseok. Park Jinyoung. This is my best friend Violeta Luna. She goes by Violet or Vi or woman of your dreams. Vi, this is Minseok,” Hani linked arms with the man with cat eyes. “He and I have been friends for a good minute and we just thought we’d take you two kids out for a good time.”

“You two know each other?” I asked Minseok and Hani.

Hani replied, “Duh. I wouldn’t set us up with randoms. Jinyoung is verified not to murder you and leave you in a ditch.”

Minseok smiled as he elbowed spacey Jinyoung to be present. “Junior and I work together at his father’s company. I’m here to see that Jinyoung Senior will have grandkids. Especially since Jinyoung’s been on the rebound.”

Jinyoung, realizing he’d been exposed, smacked him. “Minseok.”

I gave Jinyoung a pointed look. “Rebound?”

Jinyoung stammered. “I-It’s nothing. I just...got out of a relationship.”

“It’s been a month, Jinyoung,” Minseok said, “You gotta get back out there.”

This sounded like a conversation that should’ve taken place before coming here.

Hani laughed nervously. This was going to be a long night.

After an awkward car ride where Hani and Minseok tried to get Jinyoung and me to start talking, we arrived at a nightclub called Point 127. It was pretty brand new if I had to guess. My dad and I always kept in the loop for up-and-coming clubs and bars and Point 127 was a mystery. 

There was a long line to get into the club and one thing I noticed off the bat was that a lot of people got turned away. The bouncer was slender and very attractive. I wondered how he could hold his own. Bouncers were usually more built. They could break my wrist with a simple flick. 

But this guy? He seemed as fragile as a Pocky stick.

Jinyoung led us to the front of the line and I could hear complaints in at least five different languages. He quickly muttered into the bouncer’s ear and the bouncer nodded. He looked at Hani and me in particular and licked his lips. I frowned as he lifted the rope to the entrance and let us through. I never wanted to see him again. 

The club was happening. It was a two-story nightclub. The main dance floor was on the first floor where couples were becoming one before my very eyes. The second floor was enclosed with railings that people can look down from as the dance floor was the main stage. There were two bars: one on the first floor and the other on the second. The lounge sofas looked to be made of red velvet cushions. 

The explicit music was nearly deafening as the DJ played from upstairs. The strobe lights were mainly red. I felt like I was among devils. 

Minseok and Jinyoung went to get some drinks. A couple at the lounge table beside us was engaging in major public displays of affection. The man was sucking really hard on the woman’s neck. 

My head started to hurt and I blinked a couple of times. Instead of seeing a make-out session like before, I saw something else.

It was like I was seeing everything that had been concealed from me until that very moment. 

The man was drinking the woman’s blood. The red liquid was dripping down her neck and onto her satin red dress. It was almost like the blood would blend in with her dress and no one would be the wiser if they left the club right then and there. He was making loud grunting noises and she was moaning in pure euphoria. She hugged him tighter. He maneuvered her like a rag doll, like she weighed nothing. 

I looked away to the dance floor where I saw more of the same thing. A woman licked her partner’s blood that was dripping down to his collarbone and met him with a kiss. The blood stained both of their lips now and they laughed. Another man was taking turns taking the blood out of two women he was dancing with. The women were laughing and twirling around like it was the Fourth of July on a sunny day. 

“Hani,” I demanded, “Are you not seeing this?” I waved my hands around. 

Hani turned to me. “What’s going on?”

I nodded over to the couple as an example and waited for Hani to freak out with me. 

She frowned. “Violet, don’t be a prude.”

“What?”

“Couples hook up. Sometimes in public. It happens.”

“Hani, that man is drinking that woman’s blood!” I exclaimed. 

Hani whipped her head back to me. “Vi…”

“Wait, you don’t see it? The blood on her neck? The blood on his lips? Nothing?” I felt a pang in my chest and felt really alone at that moment. 

She shook her head. “Are you okay? Have you been taking your meds?”

I nodded. “Yes...And I’m fine, even though someone’s getting the life sucked out of them right over there.”

Hani was about to reply when the men returned. Minseok stood there with a tray of eight shots in hand. Jinyoung and Hani spoke for a moment and I had no idea what they were saying. He surprised me when he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye. He muttered something and she nodded. They sat back down. 

Jinyoung then sat in between Hani and me. “What did we miss?”

I was stunned silent when there was blood on the corner of his lips. 

Minseok sat on the other end beside Hani and they did a love shot. He whispered in her ear and they left us to dance. 

She left me. Unbelievable. When I was with an apex predator? 

“Love shot?” Jinyoung asked as he held up two shot glasses.

I shook my head, scared shitless. What was I supposed to say to him? Um, Jinyoung why did you bring us to a vampire nightclub? 

And how the fuck is there even a vampire nightclub?

“So Violet, here’s the situation...My ex is here.” Jinyoung said as he licked the corner of his lips to remove any trace of blood. It was as if I wasn’t supposed to notice. 

In fact, I believe I wasn’t supposed to be aware of anything that was going on here. 

“Oh...” I said. What the hell did that even matter? 

“And the truth is...I brought us here because there was a chance we would see her and I could make her jealous. I’m still in love with her, you see.”

”Okay...”

“I’m sorry if you thought anything would come of this. I’m a Grade A asshole but I own it, at least. So, come on. Let’s go dance.” He got up and stuck his hand out for me to take. 

I didn’t get up. 

Jinyoung sighed, surprised that I wasn’t cooperating. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to dance,” I mustered. 

Jinyoung sat down again, even closer to you. He bumped his thigh with yours. “Violet, I know we just met but please...I’m going to need you to cooperate with me if this is going to work.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” I shot back at him.

Jinyoung’s casual demeanor shifted and the desperation and something else came out full force. He rubbed his hand over his face. 

He surprised you by grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “You’re going to be a good girl and do as I say. You will dance with me and I will dip you. Then I will fuck you in a corner in front of Olivia.”

He said all of this like a command.

“Jinyoung, what the fuck? Get your hands off of me!” I tried pulling away but he had a strong grip.

He continued, “I will fuck you in front of Olivia and you will scream so loudly that the music won’t be able to block it.”

“You are not going to fuck me,” I said. “Like hell.”

Jinyoung faltered and looked at you in confusion. “How are you-”

Why was he so shocked?

He groaned in frustration and took his hands off of me. “I guess we’ll go with Plan B.”

He quickly got up and returned with Minseok and Hani. That was when you noticed the vacant look in their eyes. They were like robots: mindless and complacent. Jinyoung got behind Hani and embraced her. He smiled at you as fangs sprouted out of his teeth. 

“If you don’t comply with my demands, Hani is going to be my late night snack.”

Jinyoung exposed Hani’s neck. He inched his teeth closer to it. Close enough to graze it. 

“No, please! Stop!” I yelled.

He laughed. “Dance with me, then.”

“Don’t you dare touch her again,” I said as I could feel myself shaking.

“Fine,” Jinyoung said as he released Hani from his grasp. Hani stumbled but Minseok caught her. That was strange, considering he had done nothing for her until then. 

Jinyoung offered you his hand. I took it and could feel his slimy skin. Contrary to what I’d read about vampires, his skin was warm.

He led me to the dance floor and I knew who Olivia was when I saw her glare at us. She was drinking with her friends at a lounge pretty close to us. She was sizing me up the entire time. I would’ve been annoyed had there not been a fucking vampire threatening me. 

“It’s working.” Jinyoung was giddy. 

“Chantaje” by Shakira and Maluma was on as Jinyoung pulled me closer to him. I was on the verge of tears. 

How could I have been so alone? Hani was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t herself. Jinyoung must have manipulated her somehow. And Minseok was in on it. How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I run with Hani when I had the chance?

Why did I say yes to this stupid double date? The worst that was supposed to happen was that he didn’t like SHINee.

I swayed my hips, hoping to no avail that Jinyoung wouldn’t get too close. He grinded on me right away. I could feel his member grow as he moved himself against me from behind. I stiffened.

“I’m not that repulsive, am I?” He demanded into your ear as he pulled you to him. 

I didn’t answer. 

He spun me around to face him and tilted my chin up to look at him. “Be a good little girl and give in, Violet. I know you’re fighting what you really feel.”

He pulled me in for a kiss and I shut my eyes, ready to block it out.

Then, I heard someone fall to the ground.

I opened my eyes and found Jinyoung on the ground. Blood came out of his nose. 

I whipped my head to find the person responsible for knocking this son of a bitch silly.

And there was a blonde Taeyong, shaking his fist, repulsed.

“Taeyong!” I yelled.

“Violet,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me without hesitation. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t believe he was here with me. It was like a dream. I didn’t think about how he left me hanging for weeks. I didn’t think about how much I wanted to yell at him. I just hugged him back like my life depended on it. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t trapped. Taeyong was right here with me.

And I missed him. Deep down, I just missed him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I loosened my hold on him and gazed at him. 

Taeyong gave me such a tender smile as he moved some hair away from my face. “I wanted to see you-“

Jinyoung yanked Taeyong away from me and knocked him to the ground with a blow to the stomach. 

“Taeyong!” I screamed as he groaned in pain on the ground.

The other vampires and those who I suspected were humans formed a circle around us as they egged the men on to fight.

Jinyoung strutted around the space we had, acting like he’d won already.

Taeyong’s look of agony quickly changed into a smirk. “Fool.”

He disappeared before my eyes and was in front of Jinyoung again. Taeyong delivered a swift kick to Jinyoung’s stomach and gave him a right hook to the face that sent him flying and knocked him unconscious.

“Jinyoung!” You heard from the crowd. Olivia ran over to Jinyoung. “What did you do?!” She pointed at him accusingly. 

Taeyong didn’t even bother giving her a response. I found my voice again. “What did he do? He saved my ass from getting raped by your ex-boyfriend. All because he wanted to make you jealous!” As those words came out of my mouth, I had to laugh because of how ridiculous the whole thing was. 

Olivia scoffed. “Please. I saw you. You were all over him.”

I clenched my fists, then. I was about to yank this girl by her weave and make her see stars. 

But instead I kicked Jinyoung in the groin. The crowd collectively groaned. 

I reveled in the fact that he would feel that when he came to.

Taeyong took my arm and said to Olivia, “Tell your ex that he’s getting a visit from the Angel of Death very soon. That’ll wake him up.”

We walked off the dance floor. I scanned the club for my best friend. I had to get her away from Minseok. “I need to find Hani.”

Taeyong helped me search for her and we found her at the bar with Minseok. She was laying at the table while Minseok just sat there. It was unsettling, to say the least.

I ran up to Minseok and slapped him with my hand full of rings.

Minseok was still dazed. Hani was drunk out of her wits. 

Taeyong helped Hani up and looked gave her direct eye contact. “Wake up, Hani.”

She blinked and looked a little more alert. 

She looked at us both and laid her head back down. 

“Hani? We’re going home.” I shook her to get her more awake. 

Hani asked, “What about the guys?”

I replied, “Fuck the guys, Hani.”

Taeyong piped up as he nodded at Minseok, “They’ve both been compelled, Violet. He manipulated their minds.”

“I knew they weren’t acting like themselves,” I replied.

Taeyong got a good look at Minseok and he met his eyes. “Snap out of it.”

Minseok shook his head and I could see life come back into his eyes. “What the-“

“Minseok,” I started.

“Violet?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He winced as he felt pain in his face. “What hit me?”

Deliberately ignoring his question, I asked. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was getting shots with Jinyoung and then he...said something to me. But I don’t remember what…” Minseok held his head in his hands. “My head is killing me. I’m not drunk but I feel like someone fucked with my brain. I hate it.”

I frowned, still a little wary of Minseok. 

Minseok looked around him. “I must be hammered because I’m seeing vampires all over the place.” He laughed. “Wild.”

Hani groaned. 

“Minseok, can you walk?” I asked him as Taeyong helped Hani up. 

He nodded. “Are we leaving? Where’s Jinyoung?”

“He’s occupied,” Taeyong replied, “I’ll take you guys home.”

88

We got the hell out of Point 127, a place I prayed I would never come back to. Taeyong dropped Minseok off and he assured me that he just needed a good night’s rest and some fluids so he would get back to normal. He wouldn’t remember much from tonight. 

I was still riding on the adrenaline of my so-called date night that I didn’t even process Taeyong being right beside me and how he knew so much. 

“So, you’re a vampire,” I blurted without internalizing things too much. 

“Way to steal my line,” he said as he parked in my building’s parking garage.

We helped Hani out of the car and walked her back to my apartment. 

She slurred, “I’m borrowing your pajamas, Vi. I’ll give you my keys so you and Taeyong can go back to my place and fuck each other’s brains out.”

“Hani!” I yelled as Taeyong bit back his laughter. 

I continued, “Go to bed. I’ll check up on you in ten minutes.”

“Okeydokey,” she said as she left us in the living room. Taeyong and I sat on the couch.

All the while, everything started clicking. Something about Taeyong seemed almost superhuman. His speed and his ability to take Jinyoung out, for instance. A vampire could take out a vampire. His strength and hold on Baekhyun were the other main signs for me. He must have compelled Baekhyun to settle down that night. And the reason why Miri was so drunk…

Someone drank from her.

“Who drank Miri’s blood?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Baekhyun,” he confirmed.

“And how the hell did that not show up on the security footage?” I went through those tapes multiple times but Taeyong and his friends were partying like regular filthy rich adults. So I let it go.

“One of my friends manipulated the tapes. It takes a good amount of magic to manipulate media that can be viewed by a lot of people but we made it work.”

“Magic?” I demanded.

“Well, if there are vampires, then a couple of other folk tales have to be true, wouldn’t they?” He made a good point. 

“My head hurts,” I sighed, “I have a lot of questions. I hope you don’t have any pressing matters to attend to because I’m keeping you up all night.”

He smiled suggestively at that. “I don’t. My schedule’s wide open.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m mad at you so don’t.”

“What?” He played dumb.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.” I knew that Taeyong was aware of the effect that he had on people. On me. Now I wondered about his vampire ways.

If my O-positive blood was appetizing.

If he ever compelled me. 

Which made me wonder.

“Why couldn’t Jinyoung compel me?” I wondered aloud.

Taeyong surprised me by taking my right hand. “Your mood ring.”

“What about it?”

“It protects you from being compelled. From being lied to. It helps you see things for what they are,” he said as he looked at it carefully. “I was curious when I saw it on you the first time we met so I borrowed it.”

“So you did snatch it off my finger.” I glared at him. 

“It’s powerful. It must be a few decades old, at least,” he said.

“It was my grandmother’s ring.”

“Then your grandmother must have been a witch or knew one, then,” he said.

Bombshell after bombshell.

“Violet?” He asked softly.

“I need a drink,” I said as I headed to the kitchen.

“Do you have lemonade?” There he went again with the doe eyes and pouty lips. 

I rolled my eyes. “Wouldn’t you rather have some O-positive?”

He frowned. “Why would you have-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m joking.”

Taeyong and I hashed things out for well over two hours.

Taeyong turned into a vampire at the age of sixteen. He didn’t want to get into details over who turned him so I decided to grill him on everything else. He was a mortal vampire. He was basically human in the sense that he aged but based on abilities, he was a vampire. His vampirism was like a medical condition that came with ups and downs. He had his own set of powers. He could compel without having to make physical contact with the person he wanted to manipulate. He had super speed and super strength. Every vampire was different, though, so not every vampire necessarily had the skills he did. The major downside was having to deal with his thirst for blood. The other was feeling too intensely if he wasn’t careful. If he was sad, he could get into the throes of despair. If he was happy, he might as well levitate. If he was angry, God help you.

I asked Taeyong about the night we met. He told me that in his group of friends, there were vampires and consenting humans. There were humans that knew about vampires but were sworn to secrecy and discretion for as long as they both wanted to pursue a particular relationship. Baekhyun was casually dating Miri and she consented to him drinking her blood. Baekhyun’s mistakes? Doing it in public and most importantly, going overboard. Had Taeyong not stepped in, Miri could’ve died. 

Everything made more sense now. I sighed as I stretched my arms. It was 3 AM when I checked up on Hani for the umpteenth time.

Hani was asleep and holding on tightly to my panda bear plushie. I shut the door and returned to Taeyong who was rinsing out his drinking glass.

“I think that’s enough truth bombs for one night,” I said. 

“Don’t you want to see my fangs?” He teased.

I punched his arm. “We still have to talk about why you blew me off for a month.”

It was interesting. He was unshaken the entire time I asked him everything I wanted to know but at this, he clammed up. 

“I had business to take care of at SM...I’m sorry. I got carried away and thought I could surprise you once I got confirmation that I was moving to America.” He looked genuinely apologetic.

I gaped at him. “You’re moving to America?”

“I’m moving to Sunset, angel,” he said as he dried the glass and placed it in the cupboard.

“That’s…”

“Amazing? Spectacular? Wonderful?” He offered.

“I need time to process everything. I think we should call it a night.”

He sighed, probably disappointed I didn’t jump into his arms, then. Could he blame me, though? I was exhausted. 

I walked Taeyong out the door to find my neighbor was lingering outside of his door. He was giving a woman a hickey in plain sight. Her dark curly brown hair was placed on the opposite side, giving the man full access to her neck. She moaned in pure delight. 

Wait.

So, that was not the administration of a hickey.

“Yuta,” Taeyong said, unnerved.

Yuta removed himself from his embrace with the girl, hesitated for a second, and then faced us as he licked her blood from his lips. He helped the girl fix her hair and hid his teeth marks. The girl looked drunk but elated and satiated as she remained leaning against the wall. 

He gave me a fanged half smile when he recognized me. “Oh, hey, neighbor.”

Taeyong look at us accusingly. “Neighbor?”

Yuta glared at the sight of Taeyong. “It’s you.”

“Yuta, what are you doing here?” Taeyong demanded.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my friend. You?” Taeyong was bothered. I wondered why. 

“I like hooking up in random buildings,” he said as he chuckled sarcastically. 

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Violet, I-“

Hiding his fangs, Yuta interrupted as he gently took my hand and shook it. “Violet? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Yuta Nakamoto. Have a good night.” He had such a bright smile. His brilliant white teeth nearly made me go blind.

Taeyong clenched his jaw, silent. Clearly annoyed. And Yuta was reveling in it if the cocky smile on his face was any indication. 

“Nice to meet you, too, Yuta...Well, good night, you two.”

“Violet,” Taeyong started.

“I’ve seen and learned too much tonight so if you could give me a few days to process...that’d be delightful.”

Yuta waved at me while Taeyong looked dumbfounded.

“Good night!” I shouted as I shut the door. 

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Track 1 : Epilogue

“That your girlfriend?” Yuta asked. “She’s cute.”

Taeyong gritted his teeth. “Hyuna wasn’t enough of a steal for you?”

Yuta rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I didn’t steal her. I was just an upgrade. She dumped me, too. I let it go. Why can’t you?”

“You don’t understand.” Taeyong was seething at the recollection of his ex using him, changing him, and dumping him for Yuta. 

Yuta moved closer to Taeyong and whispered, “What I do understand is that you ruined me, Taeyong.”

“Yuta,” he said, alarmed. He knew Yuta was as powerful as he was. If not, more so, and that would have set him off even more had he not been afraid. 

Yuta looked so menacing, then. His eyes were narrowed into slits and he clenched his sharp jaw. Then, he relaxed instantly and laughed. “While there’s no place I’d rather be...I have to take Holly home. And then...maybe I’ll come back and kiss Violet good night. How does that sound?”

“You stay away from her.” Taeyong was not going to let the one good thing that could be a part of his life slip away. 

Yuta scoffed. “You don’t deserve her.”

“That’s not your call to make.” Taeyong had just about had it with this imbecile. 

“Give that a girl a chance at happiness and leave her alone.” Yuta seemed concerned as he looked toward Violet’s door.

“Again, stay out of my business.”

Yuta smirked. “Maybe I will. But I like getting to know my neighbors...Have a nice night, TY.” He helped Holly off of the wall and walked her to the elevators.

Taeyong waited for them to leave and walked off to take the next elevator down He made a phone call.

“Ravi? It’s Taeyong. What do you have on Park Jinyoung from Sunset, Florida?”

Track 2 (Coming Soon)

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A/N: I am so so so sorry that I took forever updating! Track 2 is already in the works!

P.S. I had to go back and edit in Intro when Violet realizes she lost her bracelet after TY brought it back to her. She says she remembers stuffing it in her pocket but I changed it. She thinks she must have stuffed it in her pants pocket and it fell. 

[avengers-nextgen]

Kubu

(Takes place after ‘All things grow’ and after the ‘Thiyanda smut’ I whipped up a while ago)

— — —

He was proud. Standing in the crowded streets full of people craning their necks to see what was at hand. He had never felt more alive. The country was on fire with prospect, with anticipation of the future, and he was thriving in it. There was unity and peace and prosperity.

Wakanda had welcomed its young heiress excitedly and her first public appearance was at hand. Well, the first one she fully understood. Dressed to the nines like her parents the princess was small but poised as if royalty really did run in her veins. She smiled, she waved, and the crowd swelled with joy. There was innocence in a child. Innocence people adored and loved to protect.

He admired her bravery to go before an entire kingdom, he admired the name she would carry on, and he admired the grace at which she took the burden. Like all citizens, he adored the princess, and like all citizens he adored Wakanda.

The boy grew into a young man all the while his heart swelled in faith that the country was going to be greater than ever before. The throne would be passed down into welcome and gentle hands. Wakanda’s common people would be taken care of, would be heard, and would be protected. Then the miners came.

He fought alongside the father’s of his village and the boys. Colonizers would not rape Wakanda of it’s resources. He would die before they could, and yet he didn’t. The colonizers were stronger than they had been before, and his people succumbed. Slavery was to become his life now.

All the while he hoped and prayed that help would arrive, and it did, but it was not glorious. After months of attempted recoveries the troops stopped coming. He lost hope for the first time in his people.

Then, one night, fire came. Glorious and bright like a flame of righteousness and the panthers crawled from the dark to slaughter their victims. They were there, the king and his heir. Violent beasts of war finally taking back their people.

When the flames died and the ash settled all was good. There was joy and tears of happiness but the weeping soon shifted course. His land was bare, unfruitful, and wasted. They had come too late to spare them their livelihoods.

For some time, provisions were supplied to aid in recovery but there were people with other intentions. Wasters, pillagers, criminals, and thieves, that cared for only themselves. The injustice set fire to his insides until he found the means of striking back.

He would not watch his people starve to death. It was war. Small at first but all small things grow. Each evening and each morning bodies were collected and bloodshed started anew.

Pleas made their way to the empire and the response came quickly, but it too stopped eventually. Without the aid of soldiers the boy’s forces nearly lost. Only when a surprise attack destroyed the enemy lines did peace settle over the village.

He journeyed to the court. He asked for support but harsh eyes met his own. They would give him no more. They had given enough only for it to be wasted.

Returning home the hope of his village died. As before, the father’s gathered and it was written in the night. A decree of independence. He returned the next morning and delivered the ordinance. Cold eyes read the paper.

Their independence was final. His village was free of Wakandan reign, but the village elders had not calculated a retaliation. Trade was cut in half, access was denied, and seclusion became their vice.

He returned once more to demand answers. It was Wakandan policy that only Empire ruled lands received complete sovereignty. By legal bonds the King could not aid separated peoples. He expressed apology, but it meant nothing to the boy.

Wakanda was no place of honor. He was disgusted. There was no pride left to feel. His village would stand on wobbling legs, and violence was the only means of survival. Pillaging was their livelihood. Still, the empire ignored them. Determined to draw attention the village took matters into their own hands.

— — —

“Fire!” The messenger sprinted into the courtyard out of breath and stumbling.

“Where?” T’Challa frowned. He wasn’t pleased about having the family outing ruined.

“The sanctuary. You must hurry!”

T’Challa’s eyes darkened and with a mere glance at his daughter the two took off. In the distance they could see a glowing mass throbbing and pulsing in the dark.

“The sanctuary? Why?” Siyanda asked, keeping pace.

“I don’t know.” T’Challa admitted.

Drawing near to the scene Siyanda was hit with a wave of heat rolling off of the building. A worker ran past barely catching the scruff of a leopard and steadying it.

“Is anyone inside?” T’Challa demanded.

“Yes. The animals are penned up.” She replied. “Some of the workers are trying to help. Your sister and the foreigner too.”

“Shuri.” T’Challa grumbled. The king ran towards the building bolting through the charred doors. Siyanda was hot on his heels, Thalia was in there somewhere too.

All about animals scrambled frantically into one another as well as the walls and pens. Squinting against the smoke and heat Siyanda pressed further into the flames. “Thalia!”

She waited for a response but no answer came. Heart hammering, she glanced about trying to see amidst the orange and black. A soft mewl sounded to the left. Following the noise Siyanda stumbled upon Thalia. Relief was an understatement.

The blonde had piled infant cubs of all breeds into her arms, shirt, and pockets. Each little furball was quivering in fear. “I couldn’t leave them.”

“I know, but we have to go!” Siyanda yelled over the noise of the flames. Thalia nodded and followed the princess through the fire. The smoke was beginning to irritate her throat and eyes.

Reaching the doors her father had bolted through, Siyanda was more than happy to suck in lungfulls of clean air.

“The cubs,” Thalia reminded her. Siyanda nodded and waved over a worker carrying a tub lined with blankets. Thalia carefully settled each of the cubs inside pressing a kiss to each fuzzy head.

“Now we wait.” Siyanda sighed.

“No,” Thalia shook her head, “there’s more in there. I can’t leave them.”

“It’s too dangerous.” Siyanda protested.

“I’m sorry,” Thalia bounced in place for a moment before bolting off.

“No!” Siyanda went to follow when strong arms wrapped around her torso.

“No. Let her go!” T’Challa called, but it was easier said than done. Siyanda had already seen someone she cared about be consumed by fire. She didn’t want it to happen again.

Time slowly ticked by. Each second felt like a year and her anxiety only worsened. Thalia had yet to come out and the entire building was alight. At any moment it could come toppling down.

“Dad-“

“Wait.”

“It’s been too long!”

“Wait.” T’Challa held his daughter firmly in place. At last, Thalia returned with a baby rhino in her arms.

“Thank god!” Siyanda broke out of her father’s grasp and nearly tackled the blonde. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

“He was afraid.” Thalia explained, “he didn’t have his mother.”

“I know.” Siyanda pulled back allowing Thalia to set the baby animal down.

— — —

After nearly two hours the flames were put out. Only a husk of the building remained. Flashlights were passed around and generator lights were put up to illuminate the scene.

Swallowing hard, Siyanda hesitantly approached the ashen mess. She, Thalia, her father, and the other workers scoured the rubble. There were casualties and it broke Siyanda’s heart when Thalia wept. A pair of monkeys cradling one another had been asphyxiated.

Picking them up with care, Thalia sat back holding the little creatures in her arms. “I wanted to get them all.”

“I know,” Siyanda whispered, “but we couldn’t. They had each other, that’s better than being alone.”

“What about their family?” Thalia asked, sniffling as tears made clear tracks on her darkened cheeks.

“They’ll be okay.” Siyanda assured her. “We have to hand them off now. They’ll be buried properly. I promise.”

Thalia nodded and passed over the two monkeys. She stuck close to Siyanda the rest of the night. Occasionally the princess would give her hand a reassuring squeeze but even that could only do so much.

What Siyanda wanted to know more than anything was the person responsible for the destruction of her beloved project. There was no reason to take anger out on innocent creatures. “Father.”

T’Challa abandoned the conversation with one of his advisors to acknowledge his daughter. “Yes?”

“Who is responsible?” Siyanda asked even though she had her suspicions.

“Insurgents. The workers say they were surprised. The leader was dressed in white.” T’Challa explained. “We will investigate further- I promise. In the mean time we must focus on relocating the animals.”

“Tomorrow I’m making an address.” The princess’ remark drew a look of surprise from the king. She didn’t like making public addresses and he knew it.

“I want you to be very careful with this idea of yours,” T’Challa frowned, “we cannot go starting any wars.”

“I won’t be starting a war father, someone else has already done that.” Siyanda set her jaw. “I want it to be very clear my opinion on this matter.”

“Then you have my support, but be weary of the repercussions.” T’Challa glanced about tiredly, “Go home. Sleep. This is my business now. You’ve been under enough stress as it is.”

“I am fine.” Siyanda protested.

“Yes, but I worry more for her,” T’Challa nodded at Thalia who was comforting some of the cubs, “she is sensitive to these matters in ways you are not.”

Siyanda nodded and left her father to his work. She collected Thalia and walked with her back to the palace. “We will clean up. In the morning all will be better.”

“Okay,” Thalia nodded.

“We will be alright.” Siyanda insisted. Thalia attempted a smile but it fell short.

As promised, Siyanda helped Thalia clean up until there wasn’t a single speck of soot on her skin. Siyanda then washed her hair until it’s blonde sheen returned and Thalia remained quite the entire time. She sat with her knees tucked up to her chest in the bathtub.

The princess noticed the bruise healing on Thalia’s shoulder and recalled the previous night. She couldn’t believe how drastically things had changed in such a short time. What was worse, in two days time Thalia had been bullied by incompetent men and witnessed a fiery tragedy.

Sighing, the princess wrapped her arms snugly around Thalia’s stomach and pulled her close. The blonde gave a deep sigh and nestled back against her girlfriend, still silent, and with a far off look in her eyes.

“Si?” The Asgardian asked softly.

“Hm?”

“Is Wakanda in trouble?”

“No, Wakanda is safe.” Siyanda whispered, kissing the top of Thalia’s head. “Everything will be alright.”

“How do you know?”

“Because whoever did this is going to know very soon that I’m not tolerating such actions. I will protect my family and my work at all cost. Attacking my home, Wakanda, is crossing a line.” Siyanda’s voice was firm, “They will be warned.”

“About what?”

“That another attack will have consequences.”

Thalia was silent once more seeming to accept the answer.

— — —

“It is done,” He breathed, watching from afar.

“We must go.”

“Wait,” He held up a hand. Lingering he watched the workers tear through the rubble. Then he spotted her, the princess, with slumped shoulders and tired posture. He had struck a blow that would not go unnoticed or be undone. They had to respond. The era of being ignored was over. “Tomorrow it begins.”

“Yes,” the other nodded, “now we must go. We can’t risk anyone knowing your real identity.”

The boy glanced down at his white suit with a curious expression, “Me? Oh, no one knows my name friend. That’s the point of this. But soon it will be clear. She will know my name. It will not be something she forgets. If anything, she will remember it.”

The other man smiled faintly, “Kubu.”

[creednight]

No Place Like Home

Chapter 5. Chapter 4 here!

Hello, hello! We’re getting into some action now, trigger warnings are for blood, an extremely brief allusion to suicide and mild panic. You have been warned. Then it’s all fluffy and all, wtf is going on?

Thank you all for the comments left on these, I appreciate them!

“He did what?” Stella stutters a slurry of words after you explain the kitchen incident with Jacob.

It’s been two days and they’re still not back. You try not to worry, but the way Evie had said by stuck with you. Her embrace was tight as if she were truly worried she wasn’t going to see you again. Ezio kept you entertained though, the two of you had a game night and then a movie night. It surprised you how non-flirtatious he could be when it counted. He put no moves on you all night and by the end of it you were a laughing mess unable to stop yourself from thinking of hanging out with him again.

Exams are almost done, you have one coming up later today, but right now is break time with Stella in the food court. Your best friend had been so busy with her own projects she didn’t know about your run in with Arno a few weeks before. She wasn’t surprised and even pitied him, afterall, he lost the love of his life.

Connor had messaged you that morning, telling you that your training would resume today but didn’t specify the instructor. Just the thought of training made your muscles ache. Shouldn’t you be good enough now? Evie taught you the basics weeks ago, now it’s just throwing hooks and jabs at a bag. Shouldn’t that keep you safe until someone else arrived? What are the possible situations in which you would need this?

“I can’t believe you didn’t jump him then and there,” Stella pulls you from your thoughts.

She says this while sketching her latest design for her art project and taking a bite of her sandwich. You always admired how she could multitask like a pro. At her words, you scoff and roll your eyes. “Right, I should have fucked him on the kitchen floor in front of his sister and Ezio.”

“Some people are into that,” she shrugs and laughs at your disgusted face. “Just kidding! Kind of.”

You roll your eyes and continue to eat, dreading the next round of studying you’re putting yourself through this semester. Silence blankets the two of you as her work consumes her and your thoughts consume you. Who’s going to be your teacher? Connor? That would be funny, though nothing would get done because you can hardly take him seriously. You doubt Altair would be that foolish. You pray Altair doesn’t go with his original plan and makes an appearance himself, there’s just something about him (and you haven’t even met him!) that makes you queasy.

6:30 is an hour earlier than your usual time off and that hour is so much more than you expected. Leaving your meeting, you try to keep yourself from sprinting home to enjoy the extra hour before training. You can finally get laundry started, eat your own meal before starting some dinner, or even get the finishing touches on your study guide down! Not only that but you will be alone for at least thirty minutes, oh joy!

The possibilities are endless as you skip up the steps of the house and get your key out. You push the key into the lock only for it to creak open. You frown and wonder who is home and wha-

“Ah!” you cry out as you see a blood trail from the threshold towards the kitchen. You rush in and slam the door shut behind you, locking it and dropping your bag against it.

The lights are on in the house and it is silent. Your heart pounds in your ears as you follow the trail through the kitchen and past the steps. Your blood roars in your ears as it leads to Arno’s room and you hope for everyone’s sake he didn’t do what you think he did...

“C-cherie?” his voice is forced and he groans in the darkness of his room. “I need your help.”

Taking a deep breath to try and settle yourself down, you open the door and flip on the lights. Arno is slumped against the end of his bed, clutching his side as blood seeps from a deep hole on his left leg. He’s sweaty and trying to put pressure on it, but clearly failing as he’s lost so much blood.

“Oh my god. What did you do?” you almost screech and run to him.

Medical training from your earlier days in college, and home, kick in and you look around for tools.

“M-med kits’in the bat-bathroom,” Arno slurrs, his eyes drooping.

You rush into the bathroom and find the kit underneath the sink, you whip out the gauze and run to press it against the wound. You try to ignore his pained gasp as you press into the wound to stop it from gushing. He leans back and reaches for his phone, his bloodied fingers messing up the screen as he types away.

“Connor is going to murder me,” he mutters under his breath as he tosses the phone aside to lean back against the bed.

“I-is the bullet still in there?” you speak in a small voice, you’ve never seen a bullet wound up close.

“N-no, I dug it out already,” he breathes through grit teeth.

You wince at the thought of his fingers digging around in his body like that and turn to get the kit. “Good thing this isn’t a big bullet hole and I’ve had some practice.

Your father is an ER doctor and taught you all the basics, you’re no doctor or nurse, but your stitch is better than letting him roam free. He lets you work away, wincing at every poke but not accepting your offer of painkillers. Your heart aches for his pain and you wonder what he did to get this bad of a wound. And why is he acting so calm about it?

“What did you do? You should go to the ER my stitch is shit,” you comment as you finish up on him.

Part way through, Arno opted to take his pants off because they were becoming uncomfortable and bloody. You couldn’t help but giggle at him in his boxers while the top half was in some kind of gear that seemed strange to you. Your shirt got bloodied as you tried to wipe off blood that made your hands slippery while you worked. He offered to buy you a new one, which was nice, but didn’t detract from the situation at all.

“I can’t tell you, but don’t worry, you’re not in danger,” Arno stands and offers you his hand.

You open your mouth to retort when the door comes busting in.

“(Y/N)!” Connor rushes in and surveys the two of you. His dark brown eyes land on Arno’s wounded thigh and narrow. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes,” Arno sighs, his french accent coming in thicker. You watch as his face grows darker and his grins at Connor. “You should see the other guy.”

Ice hits your stomach as your brain comes up with all the nasty things that this man could have done to some poor man. Connor’s words come racing into your head, ‘He’s a good fighter, (Y/N)’. Was that his way of telling you he’s dangerous? What the hell is going on?

“Not a wise thing to say,” Connor growls and gestures to you.

Arno’s look disappears and he grimaces. “I forgot she-”

“I’m right here,” you state in a clear voice. “Do not talk about me like I am a child. Did you k-kill someone, Arno?”

“Someone who deserved it- Ow!” Arno hits the ground as Connor smacks his wounded leg. “Fuck you, she saw the bullet hole, how am I going to lie?”

“Oh my god,” your voice comes out as a whisper.

The room starts to spin as more people show up. You turn to leave, letting them rush past you to see Arno. Connor calls after you, but you stumble your way to the steps and up them to get away from that murderer. Some poor person is dying out there, and their family is wondering where they are and now you have to live with someone like that?

No. You have to leave, you have to-

“(Y/N)?” Connor’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You’re in your room, staring at your bloody hands with deep heaving breaths.

“It’s okay, you’re safe,” Connor speaks in an even tone and approaches you slowly. “Come with me, I’ll help you get clean.”

You don’t remember nodding your head or his hand engulfing yours and leading you to the bathroom. His voice is soothing as he gets the sink running and lathers your hands with soap. You watch the water drain deep red as he speaks nonsense to you until it runs clear. He starts the shower and disappears for a few moments, but you can’t be sure because he’s suddenly back with a new set of clothes and a towel.

He’s kind and gentle before shutting the door and allowing you to undress yourself. Your shower is quick and numbing, when you get out the towel is nice and warm as if he had placed it in the dryer and just brought it in. Once changed, you stare at your bloodied shirt and think back to the scene. Arno was covered in a lot of blood, was all of it his?

The question sends you heaving into the toilet, bile and snacks into the toilet where they make you grimace before a quick flush. You open the door and stare up at Connor, he looks worried and stressed.

“(Y/N) I-”

“I trusted you... I trusted you and you left me in the house with him?” you mumble, your voice is cracked and shaky. You hold up the shirt and shove it at him. “What if this was me!?”

“Please, he’s not crazy. I was here with you, remember? You don’t understand!” Connor pulls the shirt from your grasp and tosses it aside. “Just let me explain, please.”

“Not now... I can’t... I have to go stay with Stella for a bit,” you stomp into your room, tears in your eyes as you pack up your bag.

“You can’t tell her anything,” he begs you from the doorway. “(Y/N) (L/N), please.”

You pause, eyes closed and bottom lip sucked into your mouth. He was serious and it was only fair, afterall you begged to live here. They said it was going to be dangerous and now that some danger has appeared you’re running? It was your own fault for not taking their warning seriously. But you had always assumed the danger was from outside the house, not in. Connor is right, too, he was always here when it was just you and Arno. But was he the buffer in case Arno got violent?

Your bag falls from your hands as you turn to face him, tears welling up in your eyes. “Am I safe here?”

He crosses the room in two strides and gathers you in his arms. You flinch, but accept his embrace, it’s warm and smells like the forest. It’s comforting and you bury your face in his chest as he kisses the top of your head. “You’re always safe with me.”

Releasing a sigh, you pull away and look up at him. “Then I’m staying here, but there’s a lot of explaining to do.”

“Altair will want to do it, he won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” he sighs.

“Then who’s downstairs?” you frown, you swore you saw someone you didn’t recognize.

“Bayek and his wife, Aya,” he replies and you tilt your head. “They don’t live here, but they come by often enough. Most of the time you are in class though and miss meeting them. Bayek was at the meeting when I petitioned for you to be here, he agreed with me.”

“Why?”

Connor’s gaze leaves yours as he tries to search for an answer, a lie as you realize the answer is the lie they keep telling you. “He said it’d be good for the house.”

The way he glances back at you and keeps your gaze says it’s the truth, but he’s hiding something. Fear settles in your stomach at what could really be happening in this house. But the reassurance that Connor wouldn’t let anything harm you is comforting, even Arno realized that he would be hurt because of tonight’s events and your witnessing of them. That still leaves the problem, just what is going on here?