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sowacream · 3 months

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chapter 1 of a thing im writing

it’s a crossover fanfic, bfdi characters in the skandar and the unicorn thief universe

do not expect chapter 2 anytime soon. or anytime in general if im being honest with myself

it’s like 3.5K words help

The helicopter ride to the Island was a dream for almost every Mainlander, a fantasy that kept them studying with determination. Although it was incredibly rare to be picked, Firey had never met anyone who didn’t believe they had a chance.

He’d spent hours reading about how many Mainlanders try out versus get in, how many of them who get to the Island are turned away, and how many schools hadn’t had a single Rider attend. He’d even heard his teacher give a lecture about how she’d been teaching since before the Island was even known to the Mainland, and she’d never taught a future Rider.

But somehow, he’d made it. He was going to the Island, and he would open the door, and his unicorn would be perfect.

He was a little confused on how the test worked. Some of his classmates had stayed up all night studying, gotten straight A’s, and he hadn’t seen them in the mass of prospective riders gathered at the bank of the Goiky Canal. But he wasn’t going to complain.

He was more excited than surprised as he boarded a small black helicopter, with three others inside. The girl who had boarded just before him reached a hand out to help pull him up, and he accepted gratefully. She said something, but the eardrum-shattering sound of the propellers drowned out her voice. He blinked, and she frowned and moved closer to him.

“HI, NICE TO MEET YOU, MY NAME IS LEAFY,” she shouted.

“I’M FIREY,” he returned.

Leafy’s eyes were an unusual shade of forest green, matching her long braided hair. Her bangs were held back on one side with a smiley face clip, revealing one black eyebrow. She was still holding his arm with a soft, bronze, beautifully manicured hand.

Her outfit was definitely strange. She was wearing a pair of short denim overalls over a pink shirt and black leggings, which wouldn’t have been odd if she wasn’t wearing bright yellow rain boots. The ground outside the helicopter was completely dry, so it’s not like they were functional.

She drew back her hand, flashing multicolored painted nails as she slipped it into one of her many pockets. They both jumped as the helicopter began to move, realizing the door had closed while they were talking.

The other two occupants glanced over, both already holding onto a bar hanging from the ceiling. One of them snorted in amusement. Fiery was slightly embarrassed for a second that he hadn’t noticed.

He took a moment to observe his fellow passengers. One of them had bright red hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a silver unicorn horn headband. She had a book titled “Yoyleberry Variations” clutched in her hand, and two round green keychains with the initials “WT” on the front zipper of her backpack.

The other, the one who had laughed, had shiny copper-colored hair, and was wearing a plain T-shirt and sweatpants. His backpack, shoes, and the tips of his fingers were covered in dirt, but there was otherwise nothing notable about him.

Fiery gazed out the window to see the calm waters of the Goiky Canal below him. Very, very, far below him. He bit back a scream and leaned closer to Leafy.

None of them attempted to talk for the rest of the ride, but Leafy and Firey linked arms for extra support the whole time. Everyone gasped in amazement when the Island came into view.

The Mirror Cliffs weren’t a surprise, as many of the school-issued textbooks had pictures of them on the covers. But seeing them up close was a completely different experience.

The reflective surface of the cliff made it look like there was a darker, more metallic version of the beach that someone could just walk into. The surface was smooth and perfect, the only interruptions being ladders on the sides that someone could climb if they didn’t have a unicorn with them.

The helicopter Firey was in, which he’d already forgotten the name of, touched down first. The doors opened and a woman wearing a suit and a stern expression stood on the outside.

She made a note on her clipboard, then looked up at the inside of the helicopter. The blades had turned off, but the crashing of the ocean below mixed with the other helicopters still made it hard to hear.

The woman motioned for everyone to come out of the helicopter. Leafy jumped out first, almost immediately followed by Firey.

“You two,” said the woman, “what are your names?”

“Leafy,” said Leafy. “And this is Firey.”

The woman made two check marks on her clipboard and made a shooing motion with her hand.

An incredibly long line of Islanders was stretched out across the cliff. Most of them looked nervous, some excited. Near the front, some of them had chairs, coolers, and even tents.

The helicopters had landed about a hundred yards from the end of the line. Leafy grabbed Firey’s wrist again and led him over.

Some of the people from the other helicopters had managed to get in line first, and Firey immediately resented them for taking his spot as the first Mainlander to try the door.

“What element do you think you’ll be allied with?” asked Leafy in excitement. Her hands were fluttering at her sides, as if she was too nervous to stand still. Firey looked thoughtfully at the dark sky above.

The horn girl from the helicopter, who Firey had heard introduce herself as Pin to the clipboard lady, spoke up from the spot behind Leafy. “I’m ho-ping for wa-ter,” she revealed.

“I’m not,” said Firey. He hated getting wet, and a water unicorn would probably find pleasure in getting him soaked.

“But Lew-is has a wa-ter u-ni-corn.” Lewis, the year’s winner of the Chaos Cup, indeed had won with his water-allied unicorn, [insert name]. “Be-sides,” continued Pin, “I did-n’t ask you.”

Leafy gasped, looking at Pin in shock. “That was mean!” she announced. Pin showed no sign of caring.

“I think water would be awesome!” chimed in a voice with a thick Yoylese accent. The girl in front of Firey had turned around. She had at least four band-aids on each white-splotched arm, and fluffy hair decorated with clips. She was wearing a transparent puffy vest and jeans. Her face was sweaty, and she was trembling slightly, clearly nervous.

“Yeah, you’d have to be an idiot to not want water,” said the copper-haired boy from the helicopter. Firey hadn’t caught his name.

He’d had exactly two interactions with this guy and already didn’t like him.

“You told me you thought a wa-ter u-ni-corn would mess up your hair, Coi-ny-” started Pin, but was shushed with a hand to her mouth.

Leafy, Pin, and the vest girl were chatting excitedly about what their unicorn would look like, what name they would have, and how well they expected to do in classes. Firey and Coiny- seriously, what kind of a name was that- exchanged a few glances of mutual dislike.

“So why don’t you like water anyway?” asked Coiny eventually.

“I don’t like being cold,” he answered. “What, you can’t tell from the fact that I’m wearing a coat? What an idiot.” He was probably being too mean, but Coiny had started it.

Coiny growled. He stared icily at Firey, and Firey returned the glare.

The girls were having a completely different conversation. Bubble, the one in the vest, was by far the most talkative. She was currently rambling about how worried she was that her friends, who’d been assigned to a different helicopter and separated from her, wouldn’t open the door.

“I mean, if Match and Pencil don’t get in, then I’ll be alone, well except for my unicorn, but if Match and Pencil don’t get unicorns then they’ll only have each other, and I’m so nervous that-”

Pin leaned over and whispered in Leafy’s ear, “I think e-ve-ry-thing she’s said has been one sen-tence.”

It was nearly sunrise when the group of five finally made it to the Hatchery. Bubble was the first to try the door. She took a deep breath and pressed her hand to the thick layer of metal. After a second, the door swung open, and Leafy and Pin cheered.

Coiny, Pin, and Leafy all managed to open the door as well. Firey was getting worried that five people in a row was too unlikely. He pressed his hand, slick with sweat, to the door. The metal was cool against the warmth that had built up from clenching his fist, and it felt clean and smooth despite the hundreds of hands that had touched it that night.

He held his breath for nearly ten seconds. He lowered his shoulders in disappointment when nothing happened, but when he went to remove his hand, the door suddenly sprang to life. A loud creaking came from the hinges, revealing a musty tunnel. He exhaled and climbed inside.

The tunnel was damp and dark, lit by torches held on the wall by brackets. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, and he maneuvered around patches of stalagmites as he made his way through.

Everyone except Coiny was standing right after the first turn in the tunnel, just out of view until he’d walked a bit farther. Leafy sighed in relief that he’d made it through.

“Come on,” said Pin with urgency, “we’ve wa-sted e-nough time. Let’s go!”

She grabbed Leafy’s wrist and started walking briskly through the tunnel. Leafy didn’t protest, but looked behind her. Firey and Bubble followed, staring at the walls. Hundreds of words were carved in, and when Firey looked closer he realized they were names.

Seven. Barbecue Sauce. Even Fancier Water Bottle. Cherry Jr. the Orphan. He even spotted Lewis about halfway through.

At the end of the tunnel, he saw Bubble, Leafy, Pin and Coiny laid out in a row, and a scraping noise below. His own name was being carved into the wall, but no one was doing it. It looked like the wall was carving itself.

He stopped to watch, but Pin snapped at him to keep going. She pulled Leafy to the end of the tunnel, a cavern that was flickering with the light of the torches on the walls. There was a hole in the ground near the far side of the cavern, and flames reached out of it.

The Islanders and Mainlanders had formed groups apart from each other already. Though some people, like Bubble, were from an area with a high population of Riders, most Mainlanders didn’t know each other. But they still remained segregated from the Islanders, who didn’t have much in common with them.

It was easy to tell the difference between the two groups. Islanders were dressed mostly in handmade-looking clothing, mixing medieval and modern. The style was old, the kind of thing that no Mainlander had found fashionable for centuries, but the presence of glitter and bright colors in regular clothes marked it as something that wouldn’t be made back then.

Bubble gasped and ran over to two girls who were chatting with each other, one with bright pink hair and one with red hair. The redhead hugged her, and the other said something and gestured to a short Islander with a red sequined shirt.

Bubble was shocked. An Islander had no place hanging out with her best friends, no matter how cool her shirt, or her name- Ruby- was.

“She’s not in our friend group!” she said, glaring at Ruby.

“Bubble,” Match said gently, “Ruby’s in our friend group now.”

“Oh…” said Bubble. “Okay.”

Ruby was a lot shorter than Bubble, the top of her head only reaching to Bubble’s chest. She supposed it would be nice to not be the shortest anymore. Ruby’s long hair, somewhere between red and pink, was held back from her face with glittery clips. Her eyes, a deep brown coffee color, were round and sparkling.

Mainlanders slowly filed into the cavern. Leafy, who had no one to talk to at the moment, took time to observe them. The next three to come in were a girl with messy light blue hair, a boy with a bright blue backwards cap, and a boy wearing an uncomfortable-looking fuzzy yellow-green sweater.

Pin and Coiny had joined a group of Islanders surrounding one guy, dressed in gold with perfect hair. He was short, thin, and pale, with a smug grin on his face. Everyone in the group, except for Coiny and Pin, were cheering.

“Loser, say hi to me,” said a tall green-haired guy in the front of the crowd.

“How’s it going’, Tree?” he responded in a wheezy, shaky voice.

The crowd cheered louder at the sound of his voice.

“Any idea who this guy is?” murmured Coiny in Pin’s ear.

“I don’t know,” she replied honestly. “Pro-ba-bly some Is-land ce-le-bri-ty.”

“Some celebrity?” repeated a boy with thick cream-colored hair standing near them. “Are you disrespecting LOSER?”

“Loser is the most famous celebrity on the Island,” elaborated a tall girl with short blonde hair.

“The most famous celebrity in the world,” continued the first guy.

“No one on the Main-land has heard of him,” argued Pin.

“That’s alright,” said the distinct voice of Loser himself. Everyone turned to stare at him. He was looking directly at Coiny and Pin, with a gentle smile. “Let me introduce myself.”

The crowd parted to give him a path to Pin and Coiny. He shook each of their hands with a firm grip, and reiterated the knowledge that his name is Loser.

“I’m Coiny,” said Coiny, “and that’s Pin.”

“I like your headband,” said Loser, and Pin blushed and reached up to touch her silver horn.

“Any other Mainlanders here?” he asked, projecting his voice over the chatter of his fans.

Firey, who was standing a bit apart from the crowd, raised his hand, along with a tall, thin girl dressed in gray.

Loser shook both their hands and introduced himself. Firey said his name, but the tall one remained silent when questioned. Loser gave her a slightly confused look, but said nothing and turned away.

“I can’t believe Loser shook your hand,” said the guy with cream-colored hair.

“Is it really that big of a deal?” questioned the tall girl, in a high pitched voice.

Everyone who’d heard her gasped.

“Did you just disrespect Loser, even after he so graciously introduced himself to you?”

The tall girl looked guilty. “I didn’t mean to!”

She’d just gotten to the Island and had already upset a huge group of people.

There was a reason she didn’t talk much.

She stood slightly apart from the crowd. At her height, she could still see Loser in the center, but she didn’t feel like going any closer.

If they knew her name, they’d probably be calling her Needy.

“Hi,” said a voice from beside her. She looked down and saw the other Mainland girl, the one whose horn Loser had complimented. Pin, if she’d heard the name correctly. “I don’t real-ly un-der-stand Lo-ser’s ap-peal ei-ther yet, but may-be we can learn to fit in to-ge-ther.”

She smiled. “Yeah!”

“What’s your name, an-y-way?” asked Pin curiously. Needle looked away. She didn’t quite trust anyone with that information this early.

“It’s Needle,” said a deep-voiced, muscular guy who’d been on her helicopter.

She tensed, ready to slap him if he made a remark about it, but he just smirked at her obvious frustration and walked away.

“Don’t call me Needy,” she muttered to Pin.

“I was-n’t go-ing to,” she responded. “But what’s wrong with cal-ling you Need-y?”

She restrained herself from slapping the only person who seemed to be willing to talk to her.

“Hey Coiny!” she heard the muscular guy say over the cheers.

Coiny looked over. He immediately recognized Snowball’s voice from gym class, one of the few classes he was in without Pin. He and Snowball had a whole friend group there. He hadn’t known Snowball had made it to the Island until now.

Three other guys were standing behind him. He gestured to them.

“This is Pen,” he said, gesturing to the first one. He had overgrown black hair stuffed into a backwards blue cap. His shirt was white, not standing out much against his pale skin. His jeans were so loose Coiny wasn’t sure how he could even walk in them.

“This is Eraser,” continued Snowball, pointing to the guy in the middle. His pink-streaked blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, just touching the similarly pink hood of a sweatshirt with ripped sleeves.

“And Blocky.” The last guy was the shortest by far, with the top of his hair- styled in dozens of braids with red beads- reaching only to Eraser’s shoulder. He was dressed normally, with a dark red intact hoodie and the right size of jeans.

“Hey,” said Coiny. With Pin already talking to someone else, he found it acceptable to go talk to his backup friend. And others.

Blocky pointed to a nervous-looking short guy with a scar on his forehead. “I guess they’re just letting everyone in,” he complained. “That guy’s such a wimp.”

Leafy blinked and turned her head. “Don’t call him a wimp,” she angrily interrupted.

“Only wimps support other wimps,” he shot back. “Besides, I bet Woody can’t even understand us.”

Leafy shot a glare in his direction, then walked over to Woody. “Don’t worry, Woody,” she reassured, “I can help you.”

“W-wah?” he responded.

“He’s scared of the color gray,” Blocky was explaining, “and he can’t even talk!”

“He must be an idiot if he can’t talk,” laughed Eraser.

As he walked behind Snowball, he bumped into a girl standing alone, knocking her over. He didn’t even bother looking back as she jumped to her feet.

She glared and clenched her fist, shiny painted fingernails digging into her palms. If she could’ve knocked out all his teeth so he couldn’t talk, she would’ve. She shook back her long blue hair over her shoulders and walked off.

Someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned around to see a tall girl in an ironed white suit, purple hair tied up in a neat bun.

“You look like you could use some fork repellant,” she remarked, holding up an aerosol can with a crossed-out fork on the label. She was right. Teardrop had been hit by no less than 15 forks since coming to the Island.

She waved her arms in a wordless attempt to show interest. The tall girl scoffed.

“You could have said you aren’t interested, rather than ignoring me.”

Teardrop waved her arms harder, but she’d already walked away.

“What about you?” Lollipop asked a guy with green hair that clearly had massive amounts of gel in it. His pockets were stuffed with forks; the worst fate imaginable. “You would clearly benefit from a reasonably priced can of fork repellant.”

“Naw,” he said simply, and pulled a fork from his pocket. He chucked it across the cavern, smacking a girl holding a cane directly in the forehead.

“Owww,” she hissed.

“Oh no, Barf Bag!” Donut, who’d been talking to someone else last she saw him, had appeared out of nowhere. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” she muttered, feeling the spot where she’d been hit with her hand. She looked at her fingers, noticing a small smear of blood. Donut groaned.

He pulled a plastic bag of Band-aids from the side pocket on his backpack and pressed one over the wound. “It’s not too deep,” he explained. “You should be fine.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, but he’d already turned away.

“GELATIN,” he shouted across the cavern. “WE DON’T THROW FORKS AT OUR FRIENDS!”

“YEAH WE DO,” he retorted, “IF WE’RE NOT PARTY POOPERS!”

He ducked just in time to avoid another fork, which shot over his head and hit the wall, bending on impact.

“GELATIIIIIIIIIN!” he shouted.

“He seems pretty mad,” said a gray-haired girl in a white beret. Her voice cracked on the last word.

“He just doesn’t like it when people don’t listen to him, Saw,” explained Barf Bag. “Besides, these forks can do a lot of damage.” She tapped her forehead.

Another fork whizzed past her ear and knocked the glasses off a girl with gray hair and sweatpants. She stumbled back and almost fell, but was caught by a boy in a yellow-green sweater.

“Golf Ball, are you okay?” he asked, raising his usually monotone voice an octave in concern.

“Fine,” she assured him, “but whoever tossed that fork had better hope I don’t discover their identity. She picked her glasses up from the floor. “You didn’t happen to see who it was, did you, Tennis Ball?”

He shook his head. “But we just got to the Island. Please at least wait until Nestling year to kill anyone.”

“I can’t promise that.” She shoved the glasses back on her face. “Although, if I do, it will be for a good reason.”

She stalked off, trailed by Tennis Ball. “‘They insulted your hair’ is not a good reason,” he reminded her. “Neither is ‘you felt like it’ or ‘you needed to test out your incinerator.’”

“That,” she remarked, “is a matter of opinion.”

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kingdomofpelosia · 2 years

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about moriko

buckle up lads and im about to go off about all things moriko <3 (there will be a pic at the bottom of her)

name: Moriko Kalikane

age: 94

birthday: april 22 (taurus)

gender: afab (she/they)

sexuality: ✨pansexual✨

height: 6'9 (nice)

race: forest dragon

homeland: Kalikasan (secluded magic forest where most forest dragons live)

forest dragon info:

there is one ruler over kalikasan the role is passed down through family

they essentially live until something kills them (which is metal asf)

forest dragons are extremely in tune with nature and live harmoniously with help from each other and because of this relationship they are able to somewhat control bits of nature around them almost like magic

personality: major resting bitch face but is a big softy and will only harm someone if they are threatening others

is essentially the healer of the group but can fight if needed

MBTI: INFJ-T

first impression she comes off as- -cooperative -straight forward -quiet -observant

after getting to know them- -free spirited but trapped -interested in anything and everything -caring -passionate -self critical but act confident to hide it -curious -good natured -genuine -doesn’t complain much -loyal -sporadic when excited

backstory/origins: they are the next in line to be the ruler of kalikasan and typically at their age they wouldn’t have to worry abt this yet but years ago their father (who was one of her closest friends) was poisoned by a worburian spy which ended up killing them and making worbury kalikasan's only rival kingdom- while the spy was escaping, moriko's mother (ruler of kalikasan) received an injury that has been slowly killing them ever since and as of current day they aren't expected to live more than 5 more years because of this moriko realizes if she wants to ever see the outside world they must go now before she has to take over- when tag first meets her she has been traveling for about a month and is going to be staying in pelosia to observe pelosian daily life and make connections [something that the current ruler failed to do which ultimately led to the death of their loved one] ~no pressure ha ha~

family life: as mentioned moriko was super close to their father who like her was free spirited and adventurous he always encouraged her to be herself and never give up on even her wildest dreams while her mother doesn't support such fantasies and thinks mori should be more focused on her future as she is next in line to rule and after her father dies moriko is essentially forced to cooperate and so she learned to hide her more cheerful and curious side so she wouldn't get in trouble but as the years went on this just made her resent her mother and while she still loves her she wishes that she felt that love reciprocated :(

love: forest dragons don’t communicate their feelings the way we do they essentially all just know what each other is thinking if they know each other well enough so there’s no need to say anything abt things like loving each other so when they start to hear other people talking about it they are very confused and ask laynee why everyone is so distraught and uncertain over each others feelings which leads to moriko and tags confession scene but we are getting off topic so onto the next thing- their love languages are acts of service and quality time- they are protective but from afar so they know tag can handle themself but also the second their down tag's well-being will be the center of mori's focus

here she be :) (she does have wings and a tail)

#moriko

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ashanimus · 11 months

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Ash Liveblogs LL 2-3

Every time I think I understand I get in deeper and I realize I do Not. Oh yes Anna, oh yes Nate, I see why people like these Robits. I get it now.

ITS SO INTENSE. MY BRAIN. I HAVE FIRE ANTS OF CREATIVITY AND QUESTIONS. IVE WRITTEN AND RECORDED TWO--TWO SONGS!!!!!???--IN THE LAST 48 HOURS THAT STARTED WITH TRANSFORMERS STUFF AND TRANFORMERS OC. HELP?

I stayed up till 4 am the other day finishing MTME thinking I'd have a moment of breath, of peace, before moving on. NO! I got the ontological equivalent of the dickbutt. Go read the next collection, you idiot.

Anyway here's the liveblog of LL 2-3

AHHHH my boys <3 also hi swerve.

Dear GOD i've said it before and I'll say it again, I would NEVER EVER want to end up on the minibot's bad side. Theyre both fucking feral but REWIND

HE's SO bold and impulsive and intense. I would so much sooner find myself Cyclonus or even Whirl's enemy

Also, 12 of 12.

This is what would happen if Facebok gained self awareness and a body. This is the pope if he ate -insert billionare techbro of your choice-

I am obsessed with the coloring in this fucking series, and also I am a Fan of Anode. Her design is so appealing. Very nice colors.

I really like her ; o ;

SKEIFJLKDAGKJ Rod's new blue look is throwing me off so bad but dear GOD this is so fucking funny. Roddles just got BURNED

Oh Christ on a pogo stick. In a comic chock full of some of the most grotesque images I've ever seen it says something that these words and the picture they paint is so far proving to be amongst the most OMINOUS

TRAPPED LIGHT? Lost light? Threadbare space? Like? About to tear??? AAAAAAAAA

OH DEAR GOD SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN DO NOT FUCK WITH THE MINIBOTS ASJFDASLGDG

That's RIGHT Cyclonus you--OH NOOOOOOOOO ANODE LASKLFDSFAJDSKJGD

Aghhhh. All silliness aside. This is heartbreaking. Tailgate despite being Cyclonus' contemporary is a little naive and lacks a certain physical experience of war and destruction and Cyclonus quietly and calmly walking him over the threshold of the aftermath is breaking my little bat heart T m T

He looks so sad :<

SNERK yes cry for help you annoying green bitchbaby--DAMMIT

All hail the useless one! Where did you find my negative self talk bubble six of twelve--OH DEAR GOd FOR REAL?

I mean yes Rung is a Useless Therapist but oh my GODDDD WHAT IS THIS

LL 3

Whiiiiirl my beloved

Im always so impressed by how the artists make these characters emote. The squinty lil optic...

The list of what is wrong with these men is so long but I love them all so much

Whirl. Whirl. Buddy. I distinctly remember something about your Nemesis being a guy named something else entirely and definitely not Killmaster--

Genuinely fascinated by this entire conversation, and also in awe of how JRO effortlessly seems to come up with the most badass fantasy technical terms ever. Widowed metal. Holy shit.

I also love how the Lost Light is big enough that we can have this drama happening upstairs and then THIS happening directly beneath their feet as;dfjlkdsjg

Oh look, the cavalry! Cyclonus here to help!

OH UH, FUCK??

HOLD ON HOLD ON.

I AM CALLING HOLY BULLSHIT.

#maccadam #ash liveblogs idw #annabean

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angelharness · 3 years

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i have managed to entirely block out the words “away from the campfire” when reading this request im so sorry anon

COMFORT BY CAMPFIRE, AND A BIT TOO MUCH LONGING

WARNINGS: none

LAURIE STRODE

You don’t know how, but you’ve managed to feel out of place in a domain of which its inherent existence is uninhabitable, who all its occupants do not belong but remain nonetheless.

You scan across the circle of landscape cupped by the onset of heavy fog which starts very abruptly at the tree-line and stretches on indefinitely. The light of the fire wobbles, ebbing like the banks of a lake; but you know now that it offers no warmth.

Laurie cut her hand straight across the open flames, and though the fire snarled it did not burn her. She withdrew her hand back to reveal it was uncharred, untouched, even. When you slump by it after a trial, your face is not blasted by heat as you would assume. When you raise your palms to it, shivering, legs to your chest, they are no warmer.

Even when your lungs are scorching after sprinting nonstop, chased through disheveled corridors, your breaths come out in cold whips of air. All your tears are cool, they never burn your cheeks like they once did.

You finally spot her among the resting survivors. Quentin sits across from her at the fire, picking at the loose button of his jacket cuff. Cheryl is laid back against the log that she’s occupied on, slumped against Laurie’s leg and sleeping. Laurie sees you approaching and tries to scoot over, but evidently doesn’t want to disturb the girl at her foot. She manages some room for you, though, and you take a seat next to her. With just a wedge of cracked wood on your end, you’re forced to shuffle closely up to her side.

Wordlessly, you lean into her. Slowly, at first, looking at her expression to find disapproval. With none visible, you let yourself relax somewhat. Your bones burn, your muscles too. But it’s a cold burn. You think about the brilliant, orange sun, and feel your heart sink steadily like the moon at dawn. You want to see the warm, fluttering shadows of leaves in the afternoon and want to cup hot sand in your palms. All these sensations you should have cherished. Sun-kissed soil, blushing cheeks.

Laurie’s been here for much longer than you. She’s wise, even more so than a number of the fog’s older inhabitants. You’ve only known her in your shared time in the Entity’s Realm, and in however long that spanned, she had changed so much.

She welcomed you with comfort. After your first trial, your first look into the brutal game that would become your future indefinitely, she let you grip onto her shoulders and sob, petting your head and rocking you against her. But she could never promise you a happy ending.

“It won’t be like this forever,” Kate had promised, smiling warmly, although wearily. She was sitting on her knees in front of you as you clutched your chest, the aching spot where the hook split through your flesh. The skin was not disturbed, but the memory of the pain was recent and vivid enough to construct an accurate feeling of it. She rubbed your shoulder. “We’ll get out of this, we just need to hang in there.”

Laurie stared at you two, then away at the muddy sky. She never indulged in hope, taking fate as it came, just as relentless to her here as it was before.

She couldn’t answer when you asked her, sobbing, “how much longer of this? When does it get better?”

Her hand slides into yours, cradling your palm, her fingers cross-stitching between yours, sinking into place. It feels like, over time and with wear, your hands have shaped to fit comfortably in each other. For once since your arrival, you find a small sanctum where you belong.

Laurie loosens up slightly. Now it is she who leans into you, the crown of her head tucked beneath your chin, head resting delicately on your chest in the hollow of your collarbone. Her short, blonde lashes flutter momentarily against the bare skin above the collar of your shirt. Despite the intimacy of the act, it comes startlingly naturally when you draw your hands through her hair, feathery, curled streaks of gold-blonde. You comb carefully with your fingers and realize her hair smells faintly of a gentle, floral perfume. It’s fitting for Laurie, you wouldn’t have associated a sweet or frilly smell to her.

Her thumb strokes your wrist. Not a word has been spoken between you two in this encounter, but you appreciate that in Laurie. There isn’t the unspoken pressure to find something to say—comfortable silence is just as meaningful and cherished.

You let your guard down. You shouldn’t, you know; it could be any moment that the Entity becomes restless once more and throws you into another game to entertain a mind ravenous in its pursuit to dissect terror. It doesn’t tire like you do, but you hope it wouldn’t find so much entertainment in pestering you in your drained state. It leaves you alone for the time being, at least.

You know for your comfort your teammates are to bear the wrath of the Entity, but you try to ward away the images of blood and metal from your mind. In turn, you will pay your own due, of course—knowing this, you allow yourself this momentary relief.

You close your eyes. The fire is bright even behind your eyelids, like a lamp behind a canvas tarp. You both lay into each other. Bitter wind sweeps low across the dead plains and the fire snarls back, crackles, then settles. Laurie lifts her head slightly to kiss your jawline. Her lips linger, soft, but stinging your skin with flush. She must’ve thought you had fallen asleep. You squeeze her hand and try to hide a smile.

For now, just this moment, you belong, and you let yourself belong.

“I’m glad we met,” you say. It comes out a little too loud, or perhaps it's the unabashedness of the statement that carries a weight heavier then you had anticipated, if at all. It was said without forethought, but not without feeling; you meant it wholly, from the warmness in your chest and an odd haze of longing. Maybe it’s that same haze that has you lingering on the regularly unremarkable sight of her face. You never paused, or had time, to fully register her features, but now your cheeks flare red as you study her intently. You study how the gentle light casts across her face, highlighting her cheeks, the shadows it draws across her jaw and nose.

“Even under these circumstances,” you continue. You want to think fondly of what it would’ve been like to meet her anywhere else. Maybe you’re assigned partners for a class project and whittle away the afternoon talking about unrelated happenings in the corner couch of the campus library. Maybe, you think, she is the librarian there (she looks the part, in her wool cardigan, dress shoes, equipped with her wise expression), and you’re a frequent visitor, jotting down your number on a slip of paper, tucking it away in the pages of the novel you’re returning and praying she’s the one to find it.

It’s easy to be swept away in the fantasies of a better, more forgiving timeline. She looks at you kindly.

Laurie leans further into you, her lips pulling into a small smile.

You long for naps together in the afternoon, hands moving to find the others even in the state of near sleep. You long for tea and discussion, dissecting and deconstructing books over lemon scones and pecan crumpets. You want to feel the warm grass beneath both of your feet as you hike up a slight hill in a park, looking for the best place to spread your picnic blanket and settle for a lunch of tea sandwiches.

“Maybe things will be better,” Laurie thinks aloud. It’s the first thing she’s said that could be interpreted with that same longing, a rare expression of hope.

It’s vague, understandably; you don’t know where you’d go from here. You’re at the bottom of a pit with endlessly towering walls, a pit without an entrance, without even the comfort of the passing sun.

It’s sad. You can barely recall what you did from day to day, even the routine that had been ironed into your brain and, essentially, became second nature—all the mundane seconds you didn’t think to cherish.

Laurie must sense your sorrow. She shifts closer to you. Cheryl stirs, mouth closing. Quentin has joined her in sleep, his knees tucked up underneath his chin, resting his head in the cradle of his arms.

You think you’ll sleep too, just for a while. Laurie has already drifted off. You kiss her forehead lightly, stealing another brief glance at her face (her expression is still elegant; it’s almost frustrating how she can look so carefully composed in every situation, seemingly without effort) then you let your own eyes close.

You’ll find new moments to cherish, somehow.

#x reader #dbd x reader #laurie strode x reader #horror x reader #reader insert #dead by daylight x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dbd laurie #reader imagine #reader imagines #dbd imagine #i didnt proofread this thoroughly - will likely come back and tidy it up later #harpy writes

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dogboy gordon rutting against benreys leg in the same way that benrey did it in the reverse. benrey encouraging him and also making fun of him in the same breath. yummy brain thoughts. i am rotating this

jesus christ i started thinking about dogboy gordon and have not stopped thinking. theres 7k words of dogboy stuff under here im going insane

how in the. help. Help. dog boy. how does he become dogboy. i cant keep giving these idiots potions but i guess thats what ive been reduced to

gman turns him into a dog boy. walks thru a portal and comes out in nintendogs but hes the dog and when he comes back out again hes still a little bit dogy. this is fucking stupid

THE TAIL WAGGING im going to pass away

> i think he would have such fucking issues with the fact that his tail and ears are expressing his emotions so much

trying to act angry towards benrey but hes given away by his tail wagging like crazy......and he never even knows its happening until somebody points it out

it would be cool if. um. he got a little more into roughhousing and rough play afterward. you know. like a . hes already really handsy......physical. . .. .

> okay like the anger turning into somewhat-serious jostling and pushing which turns into roughhousing

its not even horny at first it just gives him the weirdest fucking endorphins. like. its fucking fun man

> and by the time theyre roughhousing his tail is wagging furiously and like thumping on the floor when he gets pinned haha

> YES its about the exhilaration ......he gets this rush from flipping benrey over after he's pinning him, baring his teeth triumphantly

benrey pinning him by his wrists and half-laughing at him like "what the fuck is wrong with you??" and the rest of the science team chimes in like YEAH WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS WHAT WAS THAT

> gordon comes back to himself and turns red immediately and splutters like "i dont know! what - im just - benrey started it!” so like he refuses to do it again but then benrey pushes his buttons and he gets in his face, ears pinned back a bit and shoves him and benreys like oh...so its this again huh...

GOD......PUSHING HIS BUTTONS.......its sooo much fun now that gordons so physically reactive too

> what if he manages to get an honest to god growl out of gordon at one point and it makes something ugly twist in benrey's gut and he wants to make it happen again

and its probably really gratifying for him to see just how often gordons tail wags when gordon looks at him or snorts at one of his jokes

TWO SIDES

> the duality of their relationship....gordons tail wagging just a bit when hes looking at benrey though im

> im thinking about the growling though like...benrey gets fixated on how he fucking sounds, all deep and rumbly and this intensity just focused on benrey only....makes him think about how that would look in other contexts....

> benrey riling him up while their roughousing so he can feel that growl travel through his chest and like...getting gordon to that point makes him SO determined to win the "fight" over benrey hes almost a bit out of his mind with it......pins benrey and subconsciously ruts against him a bit as a sign of dominance....please stop me now goodbye....

NO LITERALLY THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE MOMENT I STARTED TYPING

prodding gordon further and further and riling him up until gordon pins him to the floor, hard, an arm jammed behind his back and his HEV suit jammed up against benreys ass and rutting subconsciously as gordon. h. gordon. clamps down on the back of his neck and growls

benrey sucks in a rattling gasp and is like "what? ow" in a weirdly shocked yet distanced way

he cant feel where gordons hard b/c of the HEV suit but he can feel the metal awkwardly bumping against his ass Like That. and inwardly benreys on a loop of "what the fuck what the fuck" but not in a bad way in the slightest. just utterly cannot believe this is whats happening, right now, gordon freeman dry humping his ass behind a bunch of crates, not 100 feet from the rest of the science team

> gordon snapping out of it and being like...what the fuck am i doing... or....maybe the gasp makes gordon bite down harder in response...not sure

> gordon not even realizing hes doing it until that moment is so great....i dont know but....maybe he lets go and pushes off benrey, panting and wild eyed, and the image of benrey on his stomach, his bite mark in his neck, is burned into his brain

> he just doesnt say fucking anything and just dips to get jacked off by the suit maybe.... cant stop thinking about how it felt to see benrey with his teeth marks....hates himself for feeling that sick satisfaction in his chest

benrey......touching the back of his neck afterwrds, kind of dream-like, both consciously and subconsciously.......

i like making gordon freeman suffer so i want him to just angrily try to rut against his arm in private later trying desperately to get off thru this stupid busted HEV suit that he cant get out of. pathetic. gordon freeman humping his own fucking arm in a bathroom stall. like a dog

and he thinks about how benrey smelled when he had his teeth clamped on the back of benreys neck, his nose buried right against benreys jaw and neck, smelling the sweat and the hormones and feeling benreys rapid heartbeat, and his whole fucking head throbs with how bad he wants to get off

> and he just cant get off....has to deal with going back the team tense and a bit sweaty and just move on when they ask what happened. benrey doesnt say anything just stares at him and gordon cant meet his eyes. gordon tries not to fucking let benrey get under his skin cause i think hes probably mad upset and embarassed that he reverted to his like,,,more base instincts because of BENREY of all people.....

> but he still thinks about it sometimes and....he tries to distance himself from him but hes still a pretty touchy guy and he find himself around benrey still....laughing at his jokes and getting in his space once in a while. always pulls himself away when he notices but not before he takes in a deep breath of benrey's scent...

> meanwhile benreys trying to think of how to make gordon do that shit again LOL

ohmy god. oh my god.....before this.....before he tries to stop getting in benreys business and before he even recognizes what hes doing.......he like.....hes so touchy feely that he subconsciously tries to mark benrey a lot. like just doing everything in his power to rub the inside of his wrists somewhere on him. even if its barely gonna do anything b/c of the suit. its just instinct

> NOW HE ...now he realizes that he was doing that the whole time..jesus,...

> AUGH....in the buildup before this he didnt realize that he was doing it........but now he realizes he fucking misses doing that shit and kind of berates himself for doing it in the first place....like what the fuck....be Normal gordon...you cant want to fuck him....do you..?

i want him to. grrgohg i dont even know how or why this would happen but i want gordon freeman to lie supine on the ground with his hands up like paws like hes a big pupy looking for tummy rubs OKAY! BYE. I HAVE TO GO. im going to fucking sob why am i like this why is this the cutest possible thing for a man to do. i cant even think of a fucking reason why he would do this so im so fucking embarrassed

i want to fucking. i want to rub his fucking tumy and make him pop a boner from it im literally so sick of this earth

> i was literally Just typing: i just think it would be cool . To pet his tummy and keep telling him "good boy" in a Certain kind of Tone that just totally fucks him up about it . maybe flushed and tongue starting to wanna hang out of his mouth as he goes from laying flat on his back to kinda twisted to one side, breathing heavy, tail thumping hard against the floor cause hes a big dog so that thing is like a lethal weapon

> petting the fuzzy lower belly while hes already hard & needy just to make him whine Very high pitched and desperate-sounding bc its so close to what he wants but that just makes it worse 8)

> What if. Benrey pinning Gordon, maybe scritches behind his ear, as a "joke", he's a dog haha good boy wants ear scritches?? And Gordon immediately squirming and whining. Maybe even kicking his leg just a little bit

> i think it would be cool for a post-black mesa puby gordon pinned benrey to the floor with his whole body weight and humped the life out of benrey's leg while panting and drooling in benrey's ear. a total lack of regard for benrey, (of course he's into it tho) just using him like an object that's conveniently there for him to furiously get off on

> i'm thinking.... this happening after a period of prolonged teasing, like you said. rubbing his tummy and ignoring his dick

> Man ok combined with the suit edging huh? I love that, but i also kinda want gordon to sneak off to get off and discover his uh. k. kn. knot

> he sneaks off and if in this situation he can. idk. get at his dick in a bathroom or whatever. and well, he gets caught up so easily in his 'head empty' instincts mode that when he cums he's kneading that thang for like 2 minutes before he even becomes cognizant enough to notice. and then immediately panic. so idk maybe he cant get at himself for a while, right, so he didnt notice this

> i just think gordon being in the suit would not let him get at his dick and he would only be able to get off in really convoluted ways so like...he wouldnt fucking Know he had a knot he would just feel a weird pressure at the base that he doesnt know what its about. but he starts getting these fantasies of holding benrey down and staying in him when he comes and he doesnt know where the hell thats coming from.....yet. until after everything is over and he can get out of it, and the first time he jacks off again he realizes HOLY FUCK? like what the hell....but it makes sense in retrospect where those fantasies came from. but hes just super embarassed about those fantasies and pushes them down until benrey comes back into his life and activates him again

> in addition to embarassment i think he has a lot of complicated feelings about benrey and definitely feels a guilty about wanting to fuck him into the ground and fill him with cum....but GOD if benrey doesnt get to him just as much as he did in black mesa

> i think that something like this would be so unplanned and shit but like......theyve probably hung out a few times before this or more like maybe benrey has dropped into his house just to annoy him and gordon finds his ears pricking when he hears heavy footsteps around his house cause he recognizes them as benrey's...

> little rush of exhilaration maybe. cause it means they'll spend some time together and he has just all these emotions under his skin when they do. i dont know how this would happen but maybe gordon forgets to keep himself in check when benrey makes him laugh so hard he's snorting and his tail is wagging furiously.benrey tries to touch/catch his tail cause he's kinda curious about it and it never got to mess with it in black mesa. but it turns into roughhousing as gordon shoves him away a little bit but benrey keeps trying to get at it and then get at his ears

> "cmon man just let me touch them whats the big deal-" "NO!" but like hes still laughing a bit until they start really getting into it and he gets breathless and a little irritated at having to roll around and try to pin benrey's hands to the floor

hell on earth......the way his tails wagging and hes grinning and drooling a little once he gets benrey pinned.......

> little triumphant smile when he finally does.....got benrey on his stomach and he's subconsciously rutting against benrey's ass like in black mesa but hes just not noticing while he's berating benrey for losing

> talking right into his ear, and benrey lets out a little gasp when he does a particularly hard thrust and then hes like oh. fuck. he takes in a deep breath and can smell benrey's sweat and realizes hes just as horny about this as he is. cant help but bury his face in the back of his neck and lick. and benrey starts pushing back into him and talking the worst dirty talk and it makes him growl right against his neck and put his teeth there again as a warning not to move but benrey doesnt still, he just keeps talking. so gordon bites down, hard, cutting him off mid sentence with a yelp

f. fucking. benrey......arching his back into it.......pressing his hips up as high as theyll go......the angles bro.....the angles

> also: gordon popping boners more easily, even when he's just platonically excited w/ benrey..... yeah... :)

> like the thing about this is just that he got so excited from the wrasslin that he popped a boner....wasnt even thinking of horny.....

> not until benrey started gasping and arching back into him. then hes immediately aware of how this looks...like hes already basically in the position in his fantasies hes just rutting against him in the imitation of fucking

> gordon getting more frenzied by the little sounds benrey is making as he clamps down on his neck, drool dripping down his chin. benrey braces himself with one hand and gets the other to pull his pants down and then tug on the leg of gordon's down a bit because gordon is kind of. not thinking straight right now. gordon gets the message and fumbles with the buttons to get it down and like. haha i thinnk it would be fun if benrey prepped himself before this and gordon notices like. you really managed to prep urself this time? god, you really wanted this to happen. but maybe benrey had been doing it the last few times cause gordon would get in his space again sometimes and things were tense

NO GOD THIS IS GOOD. LIKE. oh my god gordon just like bitching at him and getting up in his face and Growling a couple times before while his pants are all tented from the inadvertent excitement boners that he doesnt even realize hes having.....and benrey might not be smart but hes not stupid

theres like a 50% chance theyre gonna fuck at any given time he realizes so like. why not......

even if it doesnt work out in the moment benrey still spends the whole time hopped up on the knowledge that they could have, that he was the little fucking pervert who got himself all prepped just in case gordon decided todays the day hes just gonna mount him, and honestly the way he beats his meat and fucks himself afterwards might be nearly as good as the real deal, just from that little bit of self-inflicted degradation

like u said...........he really wanted it to happen

> hhh.... maybe gordon ruts a bit against his ass and benrey guides him in and. he makes a deep growling rumble when he bottoms out. benrey feels it through his chest and gets a full body shiver as he's filled. i dont think hes fully developed his knot yet but its a tight fit. he starts fucking hard and fast into him while open mouthed panting, he cant keep his face away from the benrey's neck, licking up the sweat and burying his face there to breathe in his scent

the fucking . the desperation......every instinct in his body has been telling him to fuck benrey - yes, that benrey, fucking benrey - into the ground for......weeks now? months??

dudes probably tried everything he can think of to overcome it and to think about literally anything else when he gets off but nobody he fucks even comes close to smelling as good as benrey did when gordon had him pinned and gasping and sweating and he could smell the want rolling off him in waves.....and it sucks massive dick and he hates it

> hes been driven crazy by this thought for so long.....cant fucking control himself. wh. what if gordon managed to get a hold of a piece of benrey's clothes that he left and held it up to his face when he let himself jack off to this particular thought so he could get the scent but it jsut wasnt the same without his warm, panting body below him . he always nuts the hardest when he has it though

huffing benreys undershirt and desperately rutting into a pillow on his hands and knees with his ass fully up and hes just utterly debased right now

sad and pathetic gordon freeman humping his pillow like a dog and whining thinking about fucking benrey. if his past self could see himself like this right now he would be disgusted

> !!!!!!!!1 HIM GETTING INTO THE MOUNTING POSITION ON INSTINCT WHEN HE DOES IT...YOUR BRAIN ! i think that gordon would definitely give everything hes got to benrey when he finally gets to fuck him.

> now that hes actually doing it he's just out of his goddamn mind. benrey already being ready for him, slick and hot, just letting him push in .....i think he would definitely go insane

dudes never fucked so hard or so mindlessly in his life......for once all the neuroses just fly out the window. overcome by instinct

> letting out all these whines and moans, not even caring for how loud hes being... benrey's wanted this so fucking bad hes just eating it up, pushing back on him like an animal and getting a power trip that he made gordon this unhinged

thinking about him just being utterly shocked when benrey guides him in and he can just bury himself all the way to the hilt so easily and it makes something in his brain snap

> gordon doesnt even tell benrey when hes close, benrey can just start to feel his knot swell inside him and how it stretches him a bit past what he prepared for...but he wants it in him so fucking bad, he just lets gordon keep fucking into him

like. oh my god. does benrey even know about the knot or is this a brand new and fun surprise for him

> I DONT KNOW......I JUST REALLY LIKE THE THOUGHT OF HIM BEING A BIT CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY IT....

> being caught off guard by it but being so turned on by the feeling of it filling him that he lets out this really high, needy sound. which goes straight to gordon's dick and he just pushes into him harder and jolts his whole body with it. maybe he h....he bites down on the other side of his neck again and thrusts in one more time before coming deep in him. just shuddering from it, eyes squeezed shut and jaw locked around benrey

benrey just fuckin. face down ass up and arching his back as high as he can

(mumbling very quietly) it might be cool also if. gordon maybe.....started growling some things as he got close. a certain something. a word

you know......just......bent over benreys back......arms wrapped around benreys chest and fingers digging into the soft flesh (maybe even his titties, if youre feeling spicy).......pistoning his hips in staccato bursts while he growls.........u bh hhhhh......"mine". over and over not even realizing hes doing it b/c his brain is so fogged out on the sheer delight of rawing benrey after having thought about it non-stop

(mumbling so quietly im speaking at a pitch below the human hearing threshold) benrey hoarsely saying "'m yours, 'm yours" while hes got one hand jammed underneath himself to tug at his dick is the thing that sets gordon off and makes him come, perhaps. perhaps

and gordon just.....slumps over him, leaning his full body weight on him, panting weakly into his ear while his hips subconsciously rut just a little bit, arms still wrapped around benrey but otherwise as useless as a bump on a log while benreys jerking himself off to the wild new feeling of having that knot stretch him open and tug at him every time gordon shifts his hips

gordon nuts and becomes utterly useless but at least his knots still fat as hell so benreys still got something to work with

(sobbing) i just want to see men acting like animals leave me olone..... its about the submission to instinct......the degradation and dehumanization......and also the scent kink its all about the fucking scent kink. its about wanting to huff a guy you pretend you hate like hes a fucking magic marker and its about wanting to make him smell like u

> for scent kink, Gordon's boners due to sweaty benrey hehehehe. this is narsty -> Benrey is like "yeesh that was a lot of exertion" after their first almost-sex wrasslin match, and gets embarassed, so next time he like, wears a bunch of old spice.... but gordon doesn't get as excited. like yeah he can feel him against his back and yeah he's not soft but.. he's not panting or as hard. benrey thinks real hard when he gets home

> CLEAN SWEAT OK ITS A COMBATIBILITY THING OK. IT IS. LOOK UP THE SCIENCE OK I ...walks away. clown shoez

YOU ARE SO FUCKING CORRECT THANK U

> Maybe next time He doesn't bother with the old spice at all, and he gets real into the wrasslin... hell maybe he even uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gets gordon's head under his arm im just saying

I DIDNT WANNA BE THE ONE TO SAY IT BUT NO YEAH THATS COOL. ITS A VERY COOL THOUGHT

think about......dogboy gordon roughhousing and getting pinned down himself and snapping his teeth up at benrey like joking but not joking. you know

they both start just getting really into roughhousing b/c sometimes gordons brain gets Stressed The Fuck Out by all the added stimulation to the senses of being pupy......theres too many sounds and smells sometimes and it makes him even more neurotic and makes him start acting up and getting irritable and trying to start shit until he exerts himself enough to tire his brain out and make it shut up

maybe even like.....in the interim after black mesa but before he runs into benrey again, gordon becomes a fucking hot mess b/c he doesnt know how to deal with it all and the only way he got thru black mesa without his brainstem snapping in half was b/c he and benrey would start shit and start fighting and wrestling and the rest of the science team eventually shrugged and accepted this as a (very weird) part of their life now. he looks like hes one minor inconvenience away from a panic attack and its so sad

any kind of physical exercise would help (he takes up jogging when hes feeling stressed out, which is a lot, and hes gotten some really nice legs by this point) but theres just something different about the roughhousing. its a mental exercise as well as a physical one, so it exhausts his brain more, and unbeknownst to him, he just gets fucking endorphins from the way benrey smells and from being able to mark him with all the up-close physical contact theyre getting. so. hence the wrestling and roughhousing and gordons occasional tendency to just pounce the guy in public and start fighting him with his tail wagging and thumping like crazy

it might be even better if gordon attempts to roughhouse with just about the whole science crew at some point, just for a point of comparison

like.....its usually good, its satisfying, and it wears him out and lets him function like a human being......but theres just something about roughhousing with benrey thats really satisfying and he doesnt have the emotional intelligence to figure out what it is

gordon freeman is an idiot, is what im saying

> tommy indulges him and probably lets him win a few times, coomer soundly wins out every time and bubby probably...loses some before getting pissy LOL. i think that its fun for him to get the most Good Feelings out of roughhousing with benrey.....

AUUUUGHHH WHAT IF HE LICKED BENREYS FACE THO

g gbfbhhh god im obsessed with the way benrey laughs at him and asks "what the fuck is wrong with you?" in the act 3 commentary and thats the exact kind of vibe im feeling from him about like. everything gordon does in pupymode

> Okay, before I go to bed, I shall leave you with a Dog Thought™. Gordon probably wouldn’t be the “best trained” dog in the world because, well, he doesn’t have anyone to make him listen or obey. Heck, given his need to be in control, he probably thinks he’s the leader of the proverbial pack and nobody can tell him what to do. He’d probably slip and do quite a few “rude” and obnoxious dog things, including but not limited to being all over Benrey.

> Trying to goad him into roughhousing. Licking his face. Being in his space to the point that it even starts to make Benrey raise an eyebrow. Inappropriate marking and whatnot. [cough] And what if Benrey--in a weird reversal of the roles we usually give--is stuck with the task of… training Gordon… to behave…

> YOU KNOOOOW. Because pitting alpha dog Gordon against Benrey, who is trying to get him to be “good”...

> … Well, that could be interesting.

> Imagine if you will: Benrey realizing he needs to get Gordon under control. As much as he likes the attention, it's becoming too much. Relentless. Tables have been turned and now he's the one that's a little overwhelmed by the situation because, well, Gordon is running on pure instinct half the time. Making it hard to do things. Making it hard to live his life. Always in his bubble which was, like, fine at first but now he can't do anything without feeling a wet tongue on his face or having Gordon trying to goad him into rough housing.

> He needs so much attention. Has so much energy. It's too much.

> So, he decides he's going to try to "train" Gordon to not... do that. Benrey trying to assert dominance over Gordon, as if he were just a normal dog. Gordon, who has already marked Benrey and decided that Benrey belongs to him does not take to this very well. This is not how the chain of command works. This isn't how the chain of command works at all.

> Benrey, struggling to curb him through praise and admonitions--"good boy," "bad boy," tossing him ~treats~ if he does something right--is now facing off with Gordon, who is both enamored with the attention he's getting but utterly pissed off by the fact Benrey is trying to stop him from doing what he wants.

losing it at the tables being turned and now gordons the annoying fucker getting up in benreys business all the time and never leaving him alone. he deserves this

> They're basically both unmovable objects and unstoppable forces. Benrey is stubborn and isn't going to give up all his sweet PS3 time because Gordon won't stop humping his leg, and Gordon is not going to give up his God given right to make Benrey his property. But Benrey isn't completely averse to the idea of being Gordon's bitch. He just wants to be his bitch on his own terms.

> So, in a surprising show of... well, intelligence on Benrey's behalf, he starts redirecting Gordon's energy towards what HE wants Gordon to do.

> That's how you handle misbehaving dogs anyway. You redirect their energy. That's what all the books on dog training says anyway, and Benrey's inclined to believe it because he's read it in all two books on the subject he casually flipped through.

> So, when Gordon starts getting in his space, he starts redirecting him to touch where he wants touched. "Good boy." When Gordon starts getting a little rough, he purposefully positions himself so he gets the most out of it. "Good boy." When Gordon's licking his face, he starts trying to guide that tongue down to his neck. Feels better there. "Good boy."

> Because he's not a complete idiot. Him and Gordon both know this is sexually charged at this point. And Gordon... Gordon can bend his behaviors a little bit as he's being directed if he still gets to do what he wants (in a way), and Benrey still gets to be fondled by the nerd.

> "But part of the problem is that he is in Benrey's space all the time!" Yeah, but Benrey figured that out, too. You know what shuts up Gordon real fast? Pushing him back down on the other end of the couch and telling him to stay. And if he listens, he slowly, carefully hand feeds Gordon a treat as a reward. Pushing it into his mouth, making sure it goes all the way in. Letting Gordon lick the last bits of taste off of his fingers. He usually sits still after that. "Good boy."

i have a thought thats almost unrelated but im so desperate to give this scenario the proper context

thinking about......gordon getting out of black mesa and hes still dogboy.....and hes attempting to go back to life as normal now that benreys out of his hair for ever but one day his pupy nose catches That Fucking Smell on the air and he realizes that benreys not fucking dead. he thought benrey was fucking dead, b/c he killed him

gordon freeman losing his mind for a solid week or two trying to hunt that smell down (why?? to prove a point?? to try to kill benrey again??? uh huh.) and then when he does hunt benrey down, its like.....well, what was the plan, bud? you found him, and now youre having a staredown outside a 7/11 while benreys frozen halfway through his big gulp

i literally forgot what i was typing b/c dogy gordon tum y rub b gtfhgbb ggfabgbbg

and.....well......he doesnt know exactly what his game plan was, but he does know that benrey cant be trusted as far as u can throw him, and hes not about to let benrey wreak havoc on new mexico if he can help it, so now his new hobby is......tracking benrey across the city to keep an eye on him

and thats how they keep ending up in close proximity

and thats how u start looping in the whole role reversal thing.....suddenly gordons the one that benrey cant shake......hes a bloodhound and hes got the scent

SORRY im SORRY i crave context with the same ferocity that i crave, like, air

and then they start roughhousing when gordon tackles him to the ground one day to stop him from doing.....something......and gordon snaps being to being a normal person so quickly afterwards that its dizzying. turns out a solid 80% of what he really wanted was a sparring buddy

> good afternoon everyone this is not horny in the slightest but i just wanted to say- you know that thing dogs do where they get REALLY excited and playful when you come home from a long day at work? well i’m just thinking about. y’know how benrey has a tendency to just, vanish for a while and come back like nothing happened? think it’d be cute if he were gone for a particularly long stretch of time b4 catching up with the science team again and gordon RESPONDS in his typical annoyed, bratty fashion while his body language is saying something completely different (he still hasn’t mastered the art of puby)

> like, u know, tail wagging a hundred miles a minute, ears perked up and attentive, subconsciously getting all up in benrey’s space

Im going to Cry thats so fucking cute wtf wtf wt ff

still going insane thinking about the “good boy” thing......like...... its all fun and games until hes grappling his best friend benrey and hes got benrey in a headlock and hes plastered against benreys back from head to toe and his tails thumping excitedly against the floor and hes panting hot and harsh right against benreys ear and benrey takes that moment, right there, to choke out "good boy"

its half outright horny and half power play b/c benreys banking that either theyre gonna fuck or gordons gonna let go and be like "what the fuck, man" and then benrey can get the drop on him again

the way gordon just goes stiff after he says it.....breath getting shaky.....dick twitching once against benreys ass and the guy can fucking feel it clear as day......Augh

his tail slows.....and then fires right back up again when he tentatively rocks his hips against benreys ass and feels the sound benrey makes more than he hears it......and like for fucks sake theyve been dancing around how horny their roughhousing sessions are for weeks, this guy deserves to finally get his rocks off by dry humping benreys ass while benreys getting spots in his vision from how tightly gordons got his arm wrapped around his neck. he deserves this

gordons free hand slowly opening up and pressing flat against benreys shirt, then crawling under it so that he can feel the bare skin of his stomach......rocking his hips against the dip between benreys cheeks and whimpering when benrey says it again, breathless and hoarse. "good boy." his tongue poking out to lick a broad, wet stripe up the side of benreys neck to taste the salt and sweat and the hormones, jesus christ, hes never been able to taste if somebodys horny before but its rolling off of him in waves.......and gordons breath comes out so loud and harsh and desperate when benreys leg lifts up a little bit for him to slot his own between them more easily

just mumbling stupid horny shit like "fuck benrey, you taste so good" while his tongue lolls out of his mouth and he licks the curve of benreys ear and rolls benrey onto his stomach b/c something in the back of his brain is whispering to him that it would be a really, really good idea, and hes originally got benrey just crushed flat against the floor with his full body weight but benrey takes a rattling breath and tells him to ease up, get up offa him.....

and gordons confused at this point b/c he was pretty sure this was where this was going, he was being a good boy, but that thought doesnt last very long b/c benreys shuffling into position under him, raising his hips and pushing gordons up with him while his face and torso are flat against the floor, and, Oh. hes. hes doing that. this is what theyre fucking doing now

> gordon taking the collar of benrey’s shirt in his mouth in an crude imitation of scruffing him

every fucking bone in gordons body is telling him to move his hips, fuck benrey stupid, bury himself to the hilt, but he cant do that when theyre both still clothed so he does the next best thing and ruts against benrey like he fucking means it and like if he just tries hard enough, gets enough friction, itll be just like fucking him for real......

hes so dizzied by looping thoughts of he wants this, he wants you to mount him, like youre a filthy fucking animal, arent you? you sick fuck, you wanna mark him and breed him and hed let you, hed beg you for it, look, hes doing it right now and when he comes back down to earth, yeah, benrey is begging right now, isnt he. while hes palming at the front of his sweatpants and whimpering and calling gordon a good boy, attempting to tug his pants down to his knees so gordon can rut against bare flesh, and gordon slows down just enough to let him do it and to fumble open his own zipper to ease some of the agonizing pressure

gordon fumbling his dick out of his underwear to line it up between benreys fat cheeks and god, the feeling of skin against skin is so much fucking better than chafing against his jeans that it makes him growl against benreys neck and benrey cant pump his fucking dick fast enough. hes so encouraging, what with all those little sounds hes making and the way hes arching his back and pressing his hips up as high as theyll go, groaning into the crook of his arm "fuckin, fuck me, bro, j-just like that"

> thinking...... they both get so lost in it, they both can’t hold back long enough to fuck for real. this is too hot, benrey feels something hot and wet on his ass and gordon is curling into him. benrey’s never felt so simultaneous turned on and frustrated that he’s still empty, he’s still gonna have to wait, snd ironically that denial pushes him over too

GOD yes fuckin. coming on his ass b/c gordons so frantic and desperate that he cant wait...... but seeing his cum all over benreys ass is deeply satisfying in its own way. he smears it deep into benreys skin to mark him like that

> oh hey imma be nasty sorry but Gordon all cum-high just sort of manouvering Benrey until he can start licking his cock clean bc he likes to uh. i mean benrey's all wet and you know. he likes it. and benrey comes from that, before he can even think about sucking him off properly

> he doesnt have a thought left in his head at the moment... and can u blame him? so he just uh follows he nose....... and benrey's brain is deleted except for "GORDON FREEMAN ON MY DICK????????" bouncing around like a screensaver yes

> yeah he's not even trying to suck him off really, hes not gotten that far yet cuz hes so cumbrained, gone stupid, etc

im gonna be gross here too okay......and like. fucking. huffing and burying his nose into the crook of benreys thighs b/c he smells so intensely like sex and sweat and it makes gordon lightheaded

> YEAAH maybe he starts licking there before he gets up to his dick. it's not like he's dragging it out really so it's not long but benrey's gaping like a fish. he's trying to say something sorta but he can't get any words out and isn't even sure what he himself is trying to say

maybe he cant help himself and he just starts licking and biting on impulse b/c its your resident fuckin thigh guy here and i think benrey deserves to get em chomped like a drumstick

> and then that's gordon's tongue on his dick, bro and this neurotic mf looking so pleased and blissed out as he sloppily licks him all over is a sight he couldn't have even cooked up in his imagination before now

> benrey not coherently enough to warn him he’s like right there, his babbling incoherently at the tease of gordon’s nose and lips is gonna make him- and then his Tounge darts out and it’s over, the start of the end and he’s spurting all over gordon’s completely surprised face without even being jerked or licked through it

> maybe since gordon's been so stressed and keyed up for so long that benrey coming is a surprise but still doesn't shock him enough to clear the cumbrain, so he licks ben clean after that too, while he's twitching and whimpering etc

> think that benrey massive meat being useless and barely even touched is hip and rad even in the context of him technically being in the higher position of power

> then rests his head on beny's belly for a while, feeling very accomplished and tired. he'll panic later, don't worry

god im still thinking about. pillow humping/voyeurism

gordon freemans a bad fucking dog and sometimes he cant help himself and just starts rutting into a pillow with his ass up and his face buried in one of benreys undershirts while hes just panting and mumbling shit the whole time about benrey, benrey, benrey, why is he so fucking obsessed with benrey and with thinking about mounting him just like hes doing to his poor abused pillow every week

and. you know. maybe one day......benrey kind of.....catches him in the act. i think that would be cool. just coming home one day and cracking open his bedroom door and seeing gordon freeman on all fours, his teeth sunk deep into one pillow and another pillow between his thighs, desperately fucking it while hes groaning benreys name b/c he sure as shit was not expecting him back that early, which is why his cumbrain made him feel confident enough to crawl into benreys bed and roll around in it and mainline benreys scent from his clothes and nut on his pillow (and then feel fucking bad about it and frantically try to clean it off)

and benrey just slooowly steps back with his heart pounding out of his chest for possibly the first time in his whole life b/c he did not think gordon freeman ever wanted to fuck him, but here he is, using benreys pillow as an imitation of the real thing and jerking off in his bed

just turns right the fuck back around and goes into the bathroom and splashes some water on his face and stares down at his sudden boner

THANKS FOR READING ALL OF THIS B/C THIS ISNT EVEN GETTING INTO THE PISS STUFF THAT WEVE OBVIOUSLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT. SORRY FOR BEING LIKE THIS

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ceealaina · 4 years

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Out in the Cold

Title: Out in the Cold Author: ceealaina Rating: T Square Filled: G3 [Snowman] - @winterironbingo Y2 [Butts, Biceps, and Barnes] - @buckybarnesbingo Pairing: WinterIron Summary: Avengers press events are one of the worst parts of the whole superhero gig. But getting paired with Barnes (the man he just happens to have an unrepentant crush on) for an afternoon of snowman building? Tony’s had worse days. Link: AO3

Tony drew in a deep breath, preparing himself as best he could before the elevator doors opened and he was met with the rest of the team, looking up at him with hopeful, expectant faces.

“Sorry guys,” he told them, watching their faces fall one by one. “It’s a no go. We’re roped into this one, no excuses.”

“Aww, come on,” Clint protested, slumping back into the couch cushions and pouting as he folded his arms across his chest. “But I don’t wanna.”

Nat smacked the back of his head.

Steve was the first to rally, because of course he was. “Come on, team. This is important. Like it or not, public relations is an important part of what we do.”

It might have been more believable if he wasn’t wincing like the words caused him physical pain. Beside him, Bucky rolled his eyes so hard it looked physically painful. Tony felt his lips twitch as he fought back a laugh, but of course Bucky noticed, giving him a wink that made heat flare low in his belly. The crush he had on Barnes was really getting ridiculous.

“But it’s a freaking snowman building contest,” Clint whined. “What is this, the Christmas fun fair? We’re superheroes!”

As per usual, everyone ignored him, reluctantly accepting that they weren’t getting out of this particular PR event and breaking up to do whatever it was that superheroes did on a Tuesday afternoon. For Tony, that meant brewing a fresh pot of coffee. He was leaning over the counter, inhaling the smell (it had been a very long morning) when he suddenly realized that Bucky was beside him, leaning back against the counter and looking down at him. Tony managed to keep himself from jumping, instead slowly raising his eyes to meet Bucky’s and waiting.

“So.” Bucky gave him a grin, nudging him with a shiny metal elbow. “Wanna be partners?”

Tony arched an eyebrow at him, straightening up again. “Partners?”

“For the snowman building thing. We’re supposed to pair up, right? I’m calling dibs.”

Tony fought back the pleased looking grin that threatened to split across his face. “Moi?” he said instead, fluttering his eyelashes ridiculously until Bucky snorted and gave him a gentle shove. “Kinda figured you’d be pairing up with our fearless leader there, Buckaroo.”

Bucky looked so incredulous that Tony found himself fighting back a laugh. “ Stevie ?” he asked. “Nuh-uh, no way. I know how ridiculous that idiot gets over ‘art.’”

“Snowman building is an art now?”

“It will be to him. He’ll get all particular and bossy... Nope, Sam can have ‘im.”

“Oh well, in that case.” Tony held out his hand, beaming when Bucky grabbed it and gave it a firm shake. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Snowflake. Let’s win this thing.”

***

The day of the competition dawned bright and clear. It hadn’t snowed in three weeks, but they’d brought in a snow machine special for the occasion. It was being held on the compound, giving the public a chance to see first-hand the private lives of their favourite superheroes, or some other public relations nonsense that had them all cringing a little. Ticket holders would get a tour of the more public areas of the compound before watching the snowman building competition and then there would be hot chocolate, cookies, and mingling inside. All the ticket money was going to charity, which explained away the sky high prices -- and, unfortunately, also explained away the number of rich, society-climbers who were attending.

Tony, however, with the help of Friday and some carefully crafted aliases, had managed to buy about half the tickets himself, giving them away to underprivileged kids from the city, with free transportation included. It made them all feel a bit better about how weirdly invasive the whole thing seemed.

Spectators had started arriving hours before it was due to start, and by the time they all trooped outside for the actual competition, they were wound up and cheering.

“Oh boy,” Tony muttered, quiet enough that only Bucky would hear as he put on his brightest press smile and waved with mitten-clad hands. “No pressure or anything.”

Bucky grinned and, when they’d turned out of view of everyone, winked. “Come on, Stark. We’ve totally got this.”

Tony grinned up at him. “Fuck yeah.”

***

One hundred and fourteen minutes later, he wasn’t so sure. They should have had it in the bag. Three entries down from them, Wanda and Vision were making a fucking ice sculpture, which, what the fuck? Whatever, they’d lose on a technicality -- it was a snowman competition, not an ice man competition, thank you very much. Nat and Peter had given up about ten minutes in, and Nat had spent the entire time showing Peter her favourite moves on the lopsided snow block that they’d created. Clint had ended up pairing with Bruce, who had bowed out at the last minute due to rage issues (they all knew he was faking it). Clint had built the most cursory snowman ever and then wandered off in search of a warm drink and hadn’t come back.

The problem was that Tony kept getting distracted. Barnes’ pants seemed extra tight today, or maybe it was just the cut of his new ski jacket, but either way his ass looked phenomenal today. On more than one occasion, Tony had had to shake himself out of a temporary, butt-induced stupor. And, like most super soldiers, Bucky had a tendency to run hot. Hot enough that at some point he’d stripped out said ski jacket, leaving him in that tightly fitted red Henley that featured in many of Tony’s favourite fantasies, biceps bulging as he lifted heavy mounds of snow.

Not that ogling Barnes’ butts and biceps (and thighs, and back, and face…) was a bad way to spend an afternoon necessarily. But while Tony had been distracted, Team WinterIron’s (Bucky’s idea, but Tony had to admit the name was growing on him) snowman had come out looking kind of… aggressive. He had a frown, with angry eyebrows, and Tony was pretty sure that Bucky was putting the finishing touches on a gun belt around the snowman’s waist. It looked especially bad next to the all-American Christmas scene that Sam and Steve had built beside them, complete with a bald eagle, because Sam thought he was hilarious. (He kind of was, but Bucky wouldn’t let Tony give Sam the satisfaction of knowing that.)

Tony frowned at their entry speculatively, trying to figure out if there was anything else they could do in the six -- no, five minutes remaining. “It looks like it could kill someone,” Tony announced, poking at it haphazardly.

Bucky shrugged, offering him a grin over the top of the snow-ssassin’s head. “That’s kinda what I like about ‘im.”

“No!” Steve wailed behind them. “That line has to be at 45 degrees, Sam. Fourty. Five! Not fourty six!”

Tony caught Bucky’s eye and the two of them burst out laughing.

***

They lost, because of course they did, but it was hard to feel too bad about it. They’d had a great afternoon, laughing and throwing snow at each other, and Tony at least had all but forgotten about the adoring public watching their every move. Sam, on the other hand, looked ready to punch Steve’s teeth in, and had spent the afterparty thus far studiously avoiding the other man. Tony would take Team WinterIron’s second place standing in a heartbeat.

The party was, at least, going better than Tony had expected. They’d been able to avoid the most annoying of the donors by hanging out with the kids the whole time -- nobody could really call them out on it unless they were an irredeemable asshole, and while there were one or two of those present, a stern lecture from Captain America on the reason they were all really there had been enough to deter them from making a fuss. There were Christmas trees and lights decorating the area, and Pepper was an absolute angel who’d managed to arrange for a Santa Claus to come and give out gifts to all the kids. Even Clint had warmed up to the event, and they all seemed to be actually having a good time.

Tony had slipped away for a breather and was standing half hidden behind a Christmas tree, sipping on warmed apple cider, when he felt someone looming up behind him. Lips curling up in a smirk, he glanced back at Bucky.

“You’ve gotta stop sneaking up on me there, Bucky Bear.”

Bucky grinned back at him. “But where would the fun be in that?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “So, did you get a chance to see Santa? Tell him what you want for Christmas?”

“Well…”

There was an odd tone to his voice, and Tony glanced at him to find… was he blushing ? He blinked at Bucky, who bit his lower lip and seemed to steel himself.

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

Tony stared at him a minute, and then he started to laugh, pleased and delighted. “Are you…Is this a joke?”

Bucky shrugged, looking shy but hopeful. “Delivery, maybe,” he admitted with a crooked grin, voice a little hoarse. “But not the sentiment behind it.”

Tony beamed at him and then, after a quick look to make sure nobody was watching them, he darted forward to plant a quick kiss on Bucky’s lips.

At least, it was meant to be a quick kiss. Bucky’s hands came up faster than he’d expected, gripping his waist and pulling him in close, deepening the kiss. They were both breathing a bit harder when they pulled away.

“Yeah,” Tony admitted, having to clear his throat when his voice came out a little more high-pitched and giddy than he’d intended. “Yeah, that sounds like a good Christmas gift to me.”

Bucky positively beamed at him, giving him another quick kiss, a little more needy this time. Tony hummed softly, and was just wondering how long they’d have to stick around before they could reasonably slip away, when another thought occurred to him.

“Wait, aren’t you Jewish?”

Bucky just shook his head and laughed. “Shut up, Stark.”

#buckybarnesbingo2019 #winterironbingo2019 #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #fluff #steve rogers #clint barton #sam wilson #getting together #winter #domestic avengers #fic #my fic

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twixtandshout · 4 years

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maple, fireside, maize? hope im not forgetting any :p

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

Mm, languages maybe? I’ve tried a lot of hobbies and gotten nowhere much with basically all of them, but I spent a long time when I was younger saying I’d love to learn Latin and Italian and every language possible and then getting burnt out by academic processes that require full-on immersion and go way too fast to actually teach me anything. I’ve thought about joining Duolingo or something, but I don’t think that’d be very conducive to my learning style, either.

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

Yes.

Listen, there are just so many cool aesthetics out there. I want all the medieval fantasy-esque capes and breeches and vests. All the formalwear of every gendered stripe. All the shiny metallic new age stuff. Halfskirts and tailcoats and 90s windbreakers and lettermans and basically yes.

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

Here’s a cute story. Back when I was, like, three, before I developed my debilitating anxiety and realized people make no sense at all, I saw a kid crying at a McDonald’s once. His mom was obviously struggling to get them both out the door, but he didn’t want to leave the PlayPlace. I, being a Helpful and Responsible child, took it upon myself to right this injustice. I plopped myself right down next to the kid and told him if he wanted to be his friend he had to be a good boy and listen to his mommy. He nodded solemnly and got up, and they both left. The mother thanked me bemusedly. I am 90% certain I chirped something like “Just doing my job, ma’am!”

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yes, hi, i would like to put in a request for deaky trying to help you with homework cause im big dumb and he's big smart !! but reader keeps getting distracted by how BEAUTIFUL HIS HANDS ARE and wouldn't it be lovely to FEEL THEM !!!!! (from deakyfordays ! ily !!!)

Ok hell yes I love you @deakyfordays , smut below the cut my guys!

Ok, so it’s Sunday and you called John in tears begging him to help you with your calculus homework which happened to be due the very next day.

And he’s like “Very typical of you to leave it to the very last minute.”

And he laughs and you groan in frustration and say “Are you gonna come help me or not.”

And he’s like “I’m almost out the door.” And hangs up. And you’re like thank fuck for John Deacon.

So, he gets to your little old apartment with an armful of notebooks, pencils, and the ugly calculus book the teacher insisted the class buy. And he’s all smiley, one because he loves math, two because he likes helping people, and three because he loves seeing your pretty face. You’re so overcome with gratitude that you nearly knock him over with a hug the minute he walks through the door. He’s like so surprised but still tries to hug back without dropping all of his stuff because hugs from you are so precious to him and he cherishes them so much.

So, you sit him down at the couch and his eyes widen at the huge pile of notes, several empty coffee mugs, and worn textbook sat at the table. You feel a bit embarrassed by the mess but brush it off because a passing grade in this class is all that matters to you, that and how close John is sitting next to you on your ugly green couch.

After about a minute of composing himself after that hug, John looks over to you and asks what you’re struggling with and you laugh humorlessly and say “Everything.”

He knows you’re over-exaggerating because you’re a lot smarter than you think but he grins sympathetically nevertheless. So you both agree to review the entire chapter and the minute he starts writing down example problems your mind is anywhere but calculus.

Your eyes cannot look away from his hands. You can see the tendons beneath the skin shifting with each movement of the pencil in his hands. You can see the prominent blue veins come in and out of sight as he grips and releases the pencil. You’re damn near drooling, but cannot stop yourself from imagining how his hands would feel on your skin. The calloused pads of his fingers, the cool metal of his rings. Despite yourself, you feel a heat grow in your lower belly and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. This doesn’t go unnoticed by John and he looks over to you with furrowed brows. His lower lip in in between his teeth and it doesn’t help the current situation your in.

“You doing okay?” He asks, cocking an arched brow in question, lips quirking into an almost mocking grin.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You huff, trying to circulate air back into your lungs. He just nods, still a bit confused at your change in demeanor but continues writing nevertheless.

You’re immediately distracted again. You’re mind easily wanders as your eyes flit over his frame. He looks so unbelievably soft, his hair falling in brown waves over his shoulders, his jumper a size too big, his foot is tapping rhythmically against the hardwood, his face drawn in concentration but still characteristically John. But then his hands, those damned hands.

Your mind is your own worst enemy at the moment, creating images of John’s hand in less than innocent situations. Laced through your hair, gripping your jaw, brushing against your throat, cupping your breasts, and maybe even…

“You are definitely not paying attention.” John suddenly says, tossing his pencil down as he does. Your eyes snap open and your breath hitches in your throat. You cough, ready to defend yourself despite knowing John would see right through it. Your face falls and you feel your cheeks heat up, you look down and bite the skin of your lower lip. John’s grinning, knowing he’s caught you red-handed.

“Sorry, just distracted.” You mumble, still not looking up.

“By what?” He asks, laughing before crossing his arms over his chest and you swear you can see the muscles in his upper arms tense. You gulp, trying to find any other thing in the room besides his hands to excuse your lack of attention.

“Um, I was thinking about some other assignments I have to do.” You lie, right through those pearly whites of yours.

“Yeah, right.” You knew he’d never fall for it; you’ve never been a good liar, especially when it comes to John. You shift again in your seat, crossing your legs over one another to try and relieve the pressure between your thighs. John raises his brows and shifts in his own seat, his eyes momentarily flit over your exposed thighs before he chastises himself for thinking about you in such an inappropriate manner.

“Well, what’s got you so worked up?” He asks, taking sip from the glass of water in the other end of the coffee table. You really want to say “Your fucking hands, you idiot,” but you restrain yourself and just give him a shrug. He seems unconvinced and scoots closer to you and you can’t help but feel vulnerable under his questioning gaze.

“You know you can’t lie to me so, you might as well tell the truth.” He says, smug grin included. You huff, and rub your red hot face to alleviate the growing intensity and cool off.

“Fine, it’s… your hands.” You mumble, barely audible and John looks confused.

“What was that?” He laughs, bringing a hand up to cup his ear. You groan, huffing a breath and then inhaling slowing.

“Your hands.” You say clearing and very blunt with almost no emotion in your voice. John is stunned and he feels a very similar heat to yours grow in his belly.

“My…my hands.” He stutters, eyes wide as he takes you in, his throat going dry.

“Yes, you’re fucking hands.” You huff, burying your face in a nearby throw pillow. Your skirt rides up ever so slightly and all air leaves John lungs when he catches a fleeting glimpse of your underwear.

“W-why?” He asks, still obviously dumfounded. You shy and sit up, adjusting your sweater as you do, trying to mask your hardening nipples.

“They’re…nice.” You say simply, reaching over John’s lap to sip out of the same glass of water and he nearly faints when your chest brushes over his upper thighs.

“They’re..nice?” He asks, smile growing along with his ego. No girl had ever said that about his hand but he was glad the words were falling from your lips.

“Yeah, any girl with sense can appreciate a nice pair of hands.” You say, internally groaning as you realized the words that just came out of your mouth.

“Oh, really? Why is that?” He asks smugly, already knowing the answer.

“Don’t make me say it.” You huff, cheeks growing impossibly hot. His smirk only grows wider and he gestures for you to continue. You frown but some evil force seems to be coercing you to indulge John in every fantasy you’ve hand involving his hands.

“Well, you know. They’re nice to hold and kiss and…other stuff.”

“Like?” John questions, waving his hand, gesturing for you to elaborate. You swallow hard, the heat in your stomach growing unbearable. John is loving the way your writhing in your seat but he’s about ten seconds away from grabbing a pillow and placing it over his lap.

“God, you’re the worst. You know what I’m talking about.” You nearly scream, the knowing smirk on his face only making you angrier.

“I don’t think I do.” He says, in a mocking tone, smile definitely making his cheeks sore at how wide it was. He always loved to tease you, but he was being cruel now especially since he figured he’d never see you like this again. So, he was collecting as much as he could.

“You know, like, other stuff. Running through your hair, over your lips, your jaw. Maybe even your neck.” You were losing yourself in the moment, but John didn’t mind. If anything, he was silently begging you to continue.

“I like when they run over my chest and my tummy and..” You stopped yourself, suddenly realizing you were revealing deep rooted fantasy about your best friend, to your best friend. He didn’t seem to mind though, eyes dark as he drank in your flustered appearance. He scooted closer, but you didn’t notice, too entranced by the look he was giving you.

“Sorry, that’s gross.” You say, beyond embarrassed now and just ready to give up on homework and call it a day.

“No, no, it’s not. We all have likes and dislikes.” He says softly, scooting even closer to you. Now you notice, his thigh flush against yours hard to not overlook. You just nod, eyes hooded as he leans even closer.

“What do you like?” You breathe, chest rising and falling faster now, heart beating against your ribcage.

“Well, if we’re telling the truth here. I like you.” You freeze, unable to form words, your body nearly trembling when you feel his hand come to rest upon your thigh.

“And I know you like me too.” He whispers and you can only nod, all air stolen from your lungs as his hand inches higher up your thigh.

“Let me make you feel good.” He mumbles, lips mere centimeters from your neck.

“Please.” You whimper, barely audible but it’s all John needs to dip his finger below the hem of your skirt and attach his lips to your neck. You immediately relax into his touch, all tension melting away as his calloused thumb rubs circles over your hip.

“You know, you distract me too. Walking around always so damn beautiful. You make me crazy, ya know.” He mumbles into the skin of your throat. You can only communicate through moans and whimpers, hands coming up to grip his jumper. His hand is now completely under your skirt, the other gripping your jaw and the sensation has your eyes nearly rolling back in your head. He removes his hand from your thigh and hooks a finger in the hem of your skirt, pulling it down and leaving you in only underwear and a thin sweater. He nearly groans at the sight of you and finally leans in to give you a heated kiss to your parted lips, knocking the wind out of you. He settles himself between your legs, looking up at you through a thick veil of long lashes.

“What do you want, baby doll?” He asks, thumbing the material of your underwear as he does. You’re slumped on the edge of the couch, your legs trembling as you realize your fantasy is finally coming true and you intend to fulfill it to its entirety.

“Your fingers, John. Please.” You whimper, your hips wriggling involuntarily.

“I could’ve guessed that.” He laughs, and your entire body grows hot, unbearably so and you make a desperate noise of frustration. He slowly hooks his fingers into the material of your panties, pulling them down at a teasingly slow pace, his grey eyes never leaving yours. You whimper as he throws the garment to the side, you can feel your wetness pool onto the couch. John groans and pulls you closer to his face by your hips, not hesitating to bring a finger into your folds to collect your wetness.

“This all for me?” He asks, popping his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

“Yes, John. All for you.” You breathe, silently begging him to continue. And oh, he does. He thumbs your clit and you nearly lurch forward at the shocks it sends up your body, the desperate moan that leaves your mouth music to John’s ears. He then brings two fingers lower to tease your entrance and he’s tempted to completely ruin you but hesitates.

“John, please.” You beg, lifting your hips desperately. He sits up, his face next to yours, so close you can feel his breath fan over your face. His fingers are still so close to where you need him and you open your eyes to look at him, his eyes are almost unrecognizable clouded with lust.

“I wanna watch you fall apart.” He mumbles, then thrusts both fingers into your entrance, almost pulling a scream from you.

“Fuck.” You whine as he picks up a steady pace, you can feel the cool metal of his rings against your skin and it only adds to the pleasure building in your lower stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And that just around my fingers.” He groans, almost smug as he continues working your pussy. He suddenly brushes a particular spot within you and you almost see stars, releasing a high pitched moan as he does it again.

“Fuck, right there.” You moan, back arching off of the couch. He returns his lips to your neck, his other arm under you for support.

“You gonna cum for me, angel?” He asks roughly, his thumb coming up to press against your clit. You spasm around his fingers, the coil within you so close to snapping. You can feel the pressure of your coming orgasm in your chest, almost choking you.

“Fuck, John.” You whimper, breaths coming out heavy as you near your high.

“Cum for me.” He growls, curling his fingers as he does and your vision goes white. Your back arches off of the couch and you grab onto John as the aftershocks rock you, your entire body is pulsing and its almost overwhelming. John fingers are slowing within you and when you finally relax onto the cushions, he pulls them out and immediately brings them to his lips, moaning as he swirls his tongue around the digits, looking at you the entire time. You breathing finally steadies and John gets up to retrieve your underwear, slipping the pair back over your legs and hips. He sits back down, pulling you into his side and placing a kiss atop your head, his hand running over your exposed thigh. You’re close to sleep, his heartbeat helping to soothe your frazzled nerves. Before your eyes can close, John speaks.

“You should ask me to come help you with homework more often.” He laughs, and you lightly smack his chest before snuggling into the sweet-smelling fabric. John allows you to nap, hoping that once you both get back to calculus, you’ll find another distraction to occupy the both of you.

I am suddenly sweaty -macy:)

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Mission Fail

Marvel

Yon-Rogg x starforce! female reader

Warning: violence, blood

Specifics: romance, fighting, one-shot, fluff, race neutral reader, 2 for the price of 1!!!!!!!!!

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers, minerva, some skrull people

Words: 1,741

Requested: By anon Could you do a Yon-Rogg x reader imagine? Like where the reader goes on a mission with Yon but is then kidnapped, but breaks out and gets back to him.

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@fortheloveoflamp Hello! May I please request a Yon-Rogg x reader, where they are very close (and they secretly like each other) but he’s the unemotional robot so the reader doesn’t know. One day she gets injured pretty badly, and he mends her up, being all “you need to be more careful,” type of stuff and ends up spilling the beans by like saying “I need you to stick around” or something along those lines. Not a confession but not a cover-up. And it’s just really cute but also a lil angsty? Thank you so much!!

Authors Note: so i was gonna post yesterday but there was a issue with my house and yada yada yada i couldnt so im sorry for that but im happy i got to post today. my requests r closed atm cuz i wanna do something special for avengers soon so be aware of that when that comes out. also i thought of why not add two requests to 1 fic so i did and this is what came out of that. this is my first yon-rogg fic so i do hope u like it!

“Do you remember the mission y/n?” Yon-Rogg was persistent in asking you this question. You were more of the rebel of the group and took precautions lightly.

You groaned as you turned around sassily at Yon-Rogg, “yes commander I heard you like the 40th time. I get what we’re supposed to do.”

“Then I should suspect you do it with excellency and remember to be on the lookout.”

You raised your brow and placed your hands on Yon-Rogg’s arms, “aww are you worried for me? Do I feel an emotion coming on?” Yon-Rogg gives you a stern look of warning and you give up with a sigh. You sit in your seat in the ship and wait till you arrive to the planet.

Vers and Minerva tried to stealthily motion over to you. Minerva with a knowing look and Vers wearing a smirk on her face.

“So y/n, you and Yon-Rogg. Whats that all about?”

“Yeah you two seem so suspicious lately,” Minerva crossed her arms, awaiting an answer. You rolled your eyes, “wouldn’t you two like to know?”

Both of their mouths flew open and you laughed at their expression and idea that there was something between you and the commander. “You guys I’m joking! He’s my commander, my boss, I can’t do that to him. Also, there is nothing going on between us, so whatever fantasy you two have please erase it. Oh and did you guys forget that we’re not allowed to have emotions? Please do be careful with that, especially around him.”

They both looked down seeming sad that the love they thought you two had was a mistake.

“I still can dream though!” Vers shouted as she ran away before you can disagree with her on that.

Unknown to you all Yon-Rogg was present and listening to that whole conversation. Why did he feel distraught when you said that your relationship with him was strictly business? He could feel himself drawing further away from the strict rules he was to obey. No emotions. Trying to shake the thought and feeling away he looked at the screen of the monitor. It indicated that they were on the planet. “Alright we’re here! For the good of all Kree! ”

As the whole crew exits the ship everyone spreads out to cover more land and to take in any Skrulls.

“Okay lets all spread out, you y/n you’ll join me.” Yon-Rogg ordered as he stepped closer to you and grasped your arm. You could hear the chuckle of the other members as they saw how protective Yon-Rogg was over you.

You felt that same way about him but tried to keep your feelings at bay so as not to have emotions. “As much as I would love to fight with you Commander I think I’m better off by myself.”

Yon-Rogg’s face became of annoyance as he wanted you to stick with him. He was about to intervene and order you some more but you fled the scene and gave the rest of the crew a wave of goodbye.

As you rounded around a huge boulder to get a better view of the Skrulls you paused to check up on them some more. “Finally, now Yon-Rogg can see what I’m capable of.” All this time you wanted to prove to him that you had what it takes to be in the Starfroce.

You took out your gun as you saw the Skrulls more in your vision but as you were about to pull the trigger you heard a rustle of the leaves behind you and saw a Skrull. You stood up quick and you were about to shoot him when another one punched you behind the head and made you go limp. The last thing you heard was the rest of the crew crying out your name, especially Yon-Rogg.

You were taken to a mini base on the planet, just far away from where the ship that you were in parked.

“We need to get them in a trap. I know for certain they will go after this girl and when they do we will be here,” one of the Skrulls said as he watched the monitor with an evil smirk.

You were taken captive, your arms and legs were cuffed to a metal bed. You could feel the sting on the back of your head from the punch earlier. “Yep thats gonna need stitches,” you thought as you looked around your settings, trying to find a way out.

“Oh she’s awake.”

Your brows furrowed and you tried to untie yourself from the cuff, “what do you want with me?” You barked as you snarled to the enemies faces.

“We don’t want you, we want your leader. We want to make you Kree pay, and be no more!”

You smirked and chuckled, “you think you’ll get rid of us that easily. You’re badly mistaken. We’ll always keep coming and taking you down no matter what. Its what you deserve.”

The Skrull stood quiet, shaking his head, “you don’t know everything.”

“Let me go now!”

The Skrull ignored you and turned around sitting by the monitor. You had to think fast on an escape plan. Seeing that your gun was far away and you were tied you quickly threw that idea away. You saw a guard sitting very close by near you fast asleep. You looked around you and then up and saw the perfect item. You stretched your neck and with your teeth bought the stick down that was atop the shelf above your head. You kept the stick on your mouth but quickly paused when you heard more shuffling of the Skrulls feet. They seemed to not focus on you and walked right by. You continued with your plan. Using the stick you point the stick, with your mouth at the guard and put the stick so that the ring or the chain that the key was on went around the stick. With more than one try you successfully got the key on the stick. You brought it to your hand and used the key to unlock the cuffs. (i know i say stick so many times in this sentence just like bear🐻with me and again im sorry)

“Yes,” you whispered in victory as you hopped off the bed. You tip toed out of the room but accidentally bumped into a guard.

“Wha-what do you think you’re doing?”

“Ugh using the bathroom!” You scrambled to your feet and ran as fast as you could. You could hear the guard call to the other Skrulls and soon there were a whole flock of them after you.

“I wanted to be by myself I said, I wanted to prove myself I said!” Next thing you knew they started shooting their guns at you, left to right. You dodged all the attacks and as you turned a corner your face met with a hard chest.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice called to you. As you stood up you saw Yon-Rogg. Happy to see him you hug him and whisper his name. You quickly realize that you are not supposed to do that and unwrap yourself from him. Before you could apologize Yon-Rogg grabs your hand and guides you and him out of the battle. More shots are fired and Yon-Rogg stands in your way so if by any chance a blast would hit him instead of you.

You two make it out and jump into the Starforce ship.

You were out of breath, holding onto the ships walls for dear life. You could tell Yon-Rogg was angry. “I told you to be with me. Why didn’t you listen?”

You opened your mouth, about to say something when you could see that privacy was not really happening at this moment. Everyone was looking at you two. “I would like to speak with you commander, alone.”

Yon-Rogg nodded as he understood.

You opened the door to a tiny room with a bed and sat on the bed.

“Okay, explain,” Yon-Rogg gave the commandment as if he were talking sternly to a little kid.

“You know I’m not a little child. I get why you are so angry but I had my reasons.”

“Which were?”

You bit your lip and thought about what if you told him the truth, what if he thought you were being naive or stupid? Yon-Rogg sat by you and looked directly into your eyes, “you know you can tell me anything.”

“I just wanted to prove myself to you. I wanted to show you what I was capable of and that I was meant to be on this team. But instead I’ve just made a fool out of myself.” You peered down, disappointed with yourself.

Yon-Rogg lifted you face up, “Y/n you didn’t need to do any of that stuff. I already knew you were extraordinary. You are meant to be on this team, you’re meant to be here. I had full faith in you.” He gave you a cheerful smile and this led you to want more of him like this, vulnerable. You were seeing a different side of him. Yon-Rogg caught himself before he could go any further and got off the bed and stood up, serious. “Um, well I just, are you okay?”

You were about to nod when you felt the cold feeling of your blood dripping down your neck. You shuddered and touched it with your fingertips. As you brought it to your eyes they were coated with dark, deep red liquid. (yeah thats called blood ms.writer. jeesh!) Yon-Rogg was worried, afraid if you were seriously hurt. “I need to take care of that.”

Yon-Rogg took part of his armor off and collected the first aid kit. He took part of your armor off so you could be comfortable and laid you down to work behind your head. Once he was finished he bandaged you up and sat by the bed while you laid it in, getting better.

“You need to be more careful.”

Shrugging you give a light chuckle and placed your hand on his arm, “I’ll try next time.”

“I’m serious y/n, we...I need you to stick around.” Yon-Rogg placed his hand on top of yours. Signifying he cares for you, truthfully. You beam with a smile and start to close your eyes, exhausted. Just enjoying the presence of him there beside you and knowing that he will always be there to protect you.

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omegle-poop-stories · 4 years

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You're chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like pee, poop, shit, and scat.

35m, looking for a messy/naughty girl who loves to play messy

Do you accept 15 year olds? Because I am that girl~

Really?

Am I too old?

Nope

Younger than my mum actually

Because...... a very messy kinky little girl is kind of my fantasy :D

Heh well

I love roleplay and if your up for it I'll be your sexy messy naughty little maid and slut

sounds like fun. Do you mind if I ask how you go to be so kinky at such a young age?

I was kinkier when I was 7

oh?

No I didn't even know what cum was but I was into the bdsm, scat, piss, cunt slapping, soiling, diapers all that before I turned 8

omg you are like the perfect girl

(Love diapers! on "older" girls)

Did someone introduce you to it? Or you just found out that you liked messing yourself and slapping your cunt?

Hehe I actually wore diapers because of bedwetting problems but they were to expensive so I had to stop wearing

And no I just found it I guess idk how but yea

It was years ago 😂

Do you like it when you exicted older guys so much?

The guys I talked to were usually 26-30

But one guy in particular was like 37

And he was like ew he asked to see pics if me every five seconds

And even when I was out he was like "hey send me a pic of your pussy"

Anyway

sorry that he was a jerk

It's not your fault he's probably dead now it's been 6 years lol

how do you like to play exaclty.... messing (obviously) . being fucked in your mess?

do you have an ultimate fantasy?

Oh yea I like being fucked in the ass in particualr

Yes I have a fantasy

May I hear it?

Sure

I wanna be fucked till I'm numb dripping in cum, sweat and piss, I want you to whip spank and slap me till I cry then force me to hold my mess until I literally cant and I'm begging to use the bathroom if I manage to hold it for 6 days straight I am allowed to use the bathroom if not I have to go into public in ONLY my soiled panties

And after that I wanna be put in diapers and re potty trained until I learn not to mess myself

ohh... that kind of dovetails with a fantasy of mine.... fucking you after you have held in your mess so long that you wet/mess all over. Works for all three holes ;) . I also love fully clothed sex/messing (and I already mentioned diapers

do you eat/drink/swallow at all? Or just mess?

I've never tried it tbh but I mean I would love to give my mess to people

I mean if they wanted it 😂

I was more asking for something along this scenario.... I make you hold and you are sucking me (or more accuratly I am fucking your face) and you mess your diaper so I make you take it off and wrap it around my cock and continue the BJ with your dirty diaper

but that isn't for everyeone

Oh that sounds fun hehe and I suppose id do it if I was particularly horny

But not something I'd do unless someone mentioned it

i also love the idea of having you as my maid (or daughters bff or whatever reason you are in my house) and we start a kinky taboo affair where I am your daddy and you are my messy little/baby girl

like purposely "being bad" and messing yourself during a BJ and then i fuck you in your little messy ass

That sounds like a new fantasy of mine 🤭

my little taboo teenage messy mistress.... wearing things that you know will drive me crazy...

did you want to rp the build up... (which can be boring... depending on the partner) or after we have allready discovered each other?

Hmm well I think discovered each other would be fun but maybe like just coming home for tea or something with your daughter and immediately think your hot as fuck

okay we can do that. How forward do you want me to be?

Little does your daughter know I wear diapers and as soon as I walk past you notice a faint shitty smell

Maybe like touchy feely but not to forward as if to say "I love you" but maybe giving subtle hints as in letting my butt or stroking my back

Patting*

okay. anything you really really want to include (or exclude?)

Nope I'm fine with anything you are

And I don't think we need to include anything else

okay

You want to start if off given that you have the scene idea

My name will be Kira btw I'll just call you sir or mister

Sure

*she waits behind her best friend looking nervous to meet her parents as she watches the door open and catches an eye on her father, she gets shy and looks behind her making sure the smell and bulge isn't noticeable* h-hi sir *she blushes and walks past*

*I am immediately taken by you... your appearance... your shyness.... your apparently hiding your ass*. "Well hello..... I don't think we have met before, have we? Kirstin (my daughter) don't be rude.... introduce us"

*she shuffles behind Kirstin and mumbles* hi.. i-im Kira *she figured it would be easier to Introduce herself*

*Kristin rolls her eyes and shrugs you off and goes into the bathroom and closes the door... leaving you without cover* . "Hello Kira.... Why so shy? I promise I don't bite *I wink, but not in a creepy way*

*she turns away whe. She realises she's blushing again and makes a face if strain as if trying to push something out* mmh c-cause...uhm

*I step forward and gently place my hand on your back in a fatherly fashion* . "Kira you don't look like you feel well... come sit in my office" *I guide you into my office.... looking at the bulge in the back of your skirt causing the bulge in the front of my pants to grow.

"Here have a seat" I offer you a very plush chair and smile . "You really don't look well" I prompt

B-but I ... *She blushes again this time not even attempting to hide it as she sits down she hears a few crackles and crinkles she blushed harder and pushes making a face if strain again* s-sir where is your bathroom?

"Kristin is using it... " I pause looking down at you.... "Kira... is there something you want to tell me?"

N-no! Sorry I just need the bathro- mmh -om that's all *she smiles and stands up realising a noticeable brown patch on the chair cushions as she sits back down real quick* y-you know what nevermind I don't need the toilet

(from the hallway) "Dad I need to go pickup someone from the mall... is Kira okay staying here?" *I look at you with an amused stare as if to say.... 'are you going to go and let me see the brown patch...?'* . my pants growing tight as the sight of the cute little story unfolding in front of me

*she looks at him confused but she shouts to the hallway * yea I'm fine staying Kris!,

*she gets up not realising the brown patch on her skirt was even more visible as she bent over and flipped the cushion around so it wasn't noticable*

"umm... Kira..... " *I ask... in an amused tone* "You do realize that the stain isn't only on the cushion.... right?"

*she stands up straight suddenly holding her hand on her butt* w-what stain...?

*Looking in your eyes I walk straight over to you... looking down at you by the time I get there... I grab the hem of your skirt and pull it up so that you can see the brown clearly on the red... also your diaper (what kind)* . "This one silly girl... and the matching one on my cushion..... I know you are wearing a diaper *I pat it gently*... a very full diaper.... how old are you?" I ask, not in a mad or demeaning way... but in a very curious way

(medium sized adult diapers any kind) *she blushes and starts crying but not in a sad way in s more furious way as she hugs him tight only reaching to his chest she buries her face in and mumbles* 13...

*I ebrace you tightly* . "It is okay Kira.... 13 and still in diapers.... but you know you need to you the bathroom..... Interesting"

*whispering in your ear now... still embracing you* "can I tell you a secret?"

Y-yea.. *she looks up at him wiping her tears*

*helps wipe tears with thumb* "I think it is really cute when girls are still in diapers"

Then why isn't Kris in diapers...couldn't you make her wear themmm- *rethinking what she said she thought it sounded weird and creepy immediately regretting what she had said* I'm sorry I didn't mean it to come across like that *she really needed a change as a faint hissing noise came from her diaper and she blushed*

*holding you this close you feel my cock twitch as you wet* . "Well... I don't want to feel the way about my daughter as I feel for you.... and don't be embarrassed.... why do you wear?"

Well earlier I asked where the bathroom was so I could change but I don't actually know how to use a toilet, I've been potty trained but only with one of those plastic ones and never learned how to use a big one...I also feel unsafe and it's scary when I go near one as j don't know what to do with the metal thingy or the water inside

"oh babygirl.... why have you never been potty trained?" *I as... worrying about abuse*

O-oh uh..*she sighs knowing she had already told him about the diapers so why not about her parents* well..my family kinda..don't wanna... acknowledge my existence? *She giggles nervously trying to make it as a joke*

"oh babygirl....." I hold you close, starting to feel bad about starting to hit on you. "It sounds like you need someone to take care of you"

*she suddenly got an idea* c-could I come and live with you and Kris? *She said excitedly as she looked up with a huge smile on her face*

*emotions rush through me* . "I... I am not sure that is the best idea Kris...... I am not sure I could...." *I trail off... looking at the cute little diapered 13yo in front of me

*she looks disappointed as she says sadly* okay.. *she walks off into the hall to find the bathroom*

"hey hey hey" . I catch up with you.... "It is just that.... I am really attracted to you Kira... and I shouldn't be... you are 13 and I don't think I could be good"

*she blushes but fights it away* I've just met you y'know? *She crouches next to her bag and looks for the diapers* where are they? Fuck..where are they!?

*she remembers she forgot to pack them as she looked dispointed in herself as she knew she had no change of clothes or diapers now*

*she hears the front door open as Kris comes in*

(not sure where you are going with this)

(oof sorry just gonna roll with it alright?*

((Okay I will will trust you)

"Hey Kristin.... did you get your errand ran?" i ask in a disinterested way

Kristen: yea I have to get the diap- uh...groceries upstairs real quick I'll be down in a minute...and why does it smell like a pig sti

her slip up was not missed by me.... "I had mexican for lunch" I explain away after seeing the terror on your face

As she disappears upstairs.... I look at you . "Why doe smy daughter have diapers?"

Probably becauseeee her friend dared her to buy them? Or she might be using them to get boys into that online I mean that's worst case scenario but I'm not sure what else

"Oh you dared her to buy them?" I ask... half interested / half irritated. "If you want me to let you change into a clean one you will tell me why"

W-what n-noo I didn't I'm just uh guessing! I swear!

"oh I bet all the 13 year old girls are trying diapers aren't they?" I ask in mock parental agitation....

"Are you telling me that the one sexy 13yo girl who wears and uses diapers isn't the one who dared her to buy them?" (i don't notice my sexy slip)

S-sexy? *She blushed and shook her head* no I didn't

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theeeveetamer · 5 years

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(Same person that wrote the neko thing) honestly, I don’t care, im ok with anything you want to include.

Honestly y’all just need to put me down now because I had too much fun writing this. Ended up a lot kinkier than I’d intended though.

Tags: Neko, Neko Takumi, Human Leo, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Takumi, Alpha Leo, Slave Trade, Slave Auction, Collars, Rope Bondage, Humiliation, Master/Pet, Mentioned Bestiality (Kind of, it’s a weird headcanon okay), Gags, Leo is a Good Guy

Warnings: Non-Con-y elements. Please read the tags.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17865764

The room was dark but for one dim light on the stage. All manner of Alphas were roaming about the small, dark room. A few of them chatted, but most of them remained silent and watched, just like him.

He hated these things. He hated the darkness, he hated the cramped spaces, and he hated the oppressing stink of Alpha pheromones that permeated the walls long after it was over… But Niles had given him a heads up that something special was happening this time, and Leo was nothing if not morbidly curious.

Someone lit the remaining torches on the stage, illuminating the makeshift wooden boards and bringing the entire scene into sharp relief. He had to allow his eyes a moment to adjust.

It wasn’t a very wide room, only fitting about six men abreast, but it was long. Perfect for the purpose it usually served. One end contained a raised platform, hastily constructed with rough planks of wood, and a door leading to an adjacent room. There were no windows: This was the dungeons, after all, and the ceiling was low. Not low enough that he needed to duck, but if he reached his arm up he could comfortably touch the ceiling with the full palm on his hand. A metal hook was bolted to the stone ceiling on the stage, and a block of wood sat off to the side, just in case it was needed. Perfectly suited for the kind of auctions they held.

In reality the room could hold double the number of men. There were only about a dozen currently there, but he’d been told it was a high-roller night only. The best of stock for the richest of men. His retainer was among them, keeping a watchful eye out just in case things turned sour and they needed to make an escape.

He was starting to get antsy. He had a hot bath and a good book waiting for him upstairs in his room once his curiosity had been sated, and he would much rather be doing that right now.

The auctioneer finally put their waiting to an end after several agonizing minutes of staring up at an empty stage. He stepped out into the open, tugging something along by a leash behind him. Leo immediately saw what Niles had meant by ‘special’.

The man -- or boy, he wouldn’t put it past their soldiers to kidnap a child -- was not only Hoshidan, but a neko. And an incredibly beautiful one at that. His long silver hair was pulled back into a loose bun, but Leo could tell that it would be down past his back if it were loose. His fluffy ears of the same color were almost invisible, pushed flat against his head and his tail was busy and down between his legs.

Nekos didn’t usually wear collars, so he could only guess that the bright red one around his neck with the humiliating bell was an addition of the auctioneer’s. They’d also tied his calves to his thighs, so he was forced to crawl slowly on his hands and knees behind the man tugging his leash. A ring gag was also set firmly behind his teeth to keep his jaw wide.

“What did I tell you, milord?”

He was captivated by what was taking place on the stage, though mildly annoyed that Niles hadn’t just told him what was going to happen when he’d apparently known.

The pair stopped in the middle of the stage, and the auctioneer commanded the Omega to sit with a gesture of his hand. He stroked the top of his head fondly before his voice boomed out over the room.

“What do you think? Won’t he make a fantastic pet?”

The hoots and hollers of his fellow Alphas were deafening, but Leo remained silent. How barbaric. His father’s obsession with punishing Hoshido was going a step too far; To kidnap and sell off Omegas to the highest bidder was nothing short of monstrous.

“I think I’ve seen enough.” He muttered back to his retainer, though he wasn’t sure if Niles heard over the din.

He was about to turn and leave when he locked eyes with the poor man on the stage. He was wide-eyed and terrified, tears streaming down his cheeks as he was forced to suffer such humiliation. The sounds of the other Alphas were still roaring in his ears, but it was like his world stood still when he met those desperate amber eyes.

Damn it…

He couldn’t let him suffer like this. Who knew what these men would do to him if they got their hands on him? He was as exotic as exotic could come; He’d probably be dragged around to parties and passed around until he died of the humiliation. Or until his owner got bored of him and sent him off to be bred by the dogs. Despite being closer in stature to cats, nekos were rumored to make competent breeding partners for most species; Though he wasn’t sure if that was true or just a rumor. Nohrians didn’t come into contact with them very often.

He anxiously waited for the bidding to begin, but it seemed the auctioneer wasn’t done showing him off yet. It made sense, he wanted the Alphas in the room antsy and bothered, so they would run up the price. The man made a circular motion with his hand, and the neko clumsily turned himself around so his back was to the audience.

“Don’t worry, he’s fully trained, see?”

Then he snapped his fingers, and the boy dropped onto his forearms, ass in the air. Though he was still maintaining some modicum of modesty because his tail was still pressed between his legs.

“Don’t be shy, kitten. Everyone here wants to see you!”

The auctioneer grabbed him roughly by the tail and yanked it up, so he was fully exposed to the crowd. The Omega made a noise for the first time -- a strangled yelp muffled by his gag. His thighs were actually wet with slick, and his stiff cock hung down between his legs. This caused a stir in the room -- If Leo hadn’t known better he would have said the poor boy was just begging to be fucked. Most of the Alphas probably knew better actually, but the fantasy was powerful. A completely obedient pet at their beck and call, ready to be fucked at any time, through any humiliation?

If they weren’t ready to spend big money before, they certainly were now.

“We’ll start at 100,000 gold.”

The auctioneer didn’t let go of his tail, and really it seemed like he’d completely forgotten he was holding it. Leo guessed it was pretty painful, since as the bids climbed higher and higher the poor Omega was forced into more humiliating positions just to keep the pressure off. His face was flat on the ground, nails clawing at the splintered wood and back arched to alleviate the tension. This only had the effect of driving the bidding as he wriggled and squirmed.

Leo decided to bide his time. He knew with the weight of the imperial treasury at his back he could easily outbid any of these minor nobles, but he didn’t want to spend more than he needed. The numbers quickly climbed past the million mark, and then two, and then five… And Leo realized that this could go on all night.

He finally raised his card and answered with a firm “Ten million.”

The auctioneer finally dropped the neko’s tail, and the boy went back to hiding himself with it. The room fell completely silent, and he realized for the first time that he was nervously purring.

A few of the nobles turned to look at him, but he didn’t even spare a glance. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest and glared resolutely at the stage, as if to say challenge my bid. I dare you.

But no one did. He was sure some of the nobility had the gold for it, but even something as rare as a neko wasn’t worth that much of their money. Not when they knew he could easily double whatever offer they made.

“Sold!”

Leo dismissed is retainer and roughly dragged the neko by the leash back into the room where the slaves were held before auction. It was empty, confirming his suspicion that this neko was their only prize tonight. Money exchanged hands, and the auctioneer left them alone to their own devices.

As soon as he was gone Leo slipped a dagger out of its hiding place in his sleeve and cut the ropes, the gag, and the ridiculous collar off.

The Omega worked his jaw for a moment before speaking.

“T-Thank you sir.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I own you now, I could do anything to you that I pleased.”

He looked up at him curiously for a moment, big amber eyes shining in the dim torchlight. He looked so placid despite his tear stained cheeks and flushed face.

“But you won’t.”

“Oh? And how do you know that?”

He was right. Leo would never stoop so low, but the Omega didn’t know that. They’d never met before, never spoken. The only interaction they’d had was that one brief look before the bidding started.

“You were the only one that didn’t jeer at me. So thank you for rescuing me.”

“I… Of course.”

There was something so innocent in the way he gazed up at him, nothing but pure, unadulterated trust in his eyes. His tail swished lazily back and forth, straight up in the air this time.

“Can you walk?”

“Mmm… No, I don’t think so. They had my legs tied like that for a long time.”

He bent down and picked the smaller man up in his arms. He was much lighter than expected, and Leo had no problems carrying him up the several flights of stairs from the dungeons to the royal wing.

He’d be a dead man if his father found out he’d spent so much money on a slave… But that was the least of his worries. Right now he was focused on making sure the man in his arms was safe and comfortable.

He managed to sneak the neko into his room with little issue, and once they were there he grabbed one of his nightshirts from the dresser and handed it to him.

The neko took it gingerly, running his fingers over the soft silk curiously before he happily pulled it on over his head. Leo was quite a bit taller than him, so the shirt came down to his mid-thigh.

“Thank you, master!”

“D-Don’t call me that, okay?” He was relieved that the Omega was finally covered up. As vile as he found this entire affair, even he wasn’t immune to the effects of a pretty Omega.

He cocked his head to the side, ears perked up curiously. “What do I call you then?”

“You can just call me Leo.”

“Leo?”

“Yes, that is my name after all.”

The neko smiled broadly back at him.

“Wow! Master is very kind!”

He almost corrected him, but he supposed it would take some getting used to. He had no idea how long this Omega had been in captivity for, he might simply be used to referring to everyone in such a way. By the sound if it that was the case. His heart ached for the Hoshidan before him.

“What about you? What should I call you?”

“Oh! I’m sorry Master Leo... My name is Takumi.”

#Leokumi #Leo #Takumi #Omegaverse #Neko #Neko Takumi #Human Leo #Omega Takumi #Alpha Leo #Not kid friendly #or life friendly really #Anonymous

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klobsquad · 5 years

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If its clean, its Gronk

Warnings: Gronk spikes and tide pods

Word count:1694

Summary: a fantasy/horror/drama based completely on our experiences with Gronk’s cursed tide pod commercial

Notes We apologize in advance for what you’re about to read

i awake suddenly, sheer panic running through me. ripping the blanket off my body, the layer of sweat that lays on my skin is immediately hit with the frigid air of my room causing me to shiver. After a few moments, i start to realize where i am.

I'm in my living room on the couch. This is the first wink of sleep i've had in nearly 2 weeks. i think at least. time has started the run together after it, well, he, showed up. why haven't i slept? i've been too scared to let my guard down.

My phone lay broken, having thrown it against the wall several moons ago. Broken glass and piles of clothes are strewn throughout my apartment. Every electronic in my house has been either broken or hidden, yet somehow he’ll still manage to find me. i haven't left my apartment in weeks even though i ran out of food 4 days ago. I can't go to the store. I'm too afraid he'll be waiting at the end of the isle. I've been wearing the same outfit since it started, too scared to do even the most basic of household chores. doing laundry was banned a months back as an attempt to stop him.

The couch i lay on is pushed up hard against the wall, i'm laying on my side facing the back of the couch. the only electronic that hasn't been thrown out is my living room TV. I swear i've tried discarding it countless times, yet it keeps showing back up. The entire apartment, scratch that, city, is dead silent.

rumor has it, it started in new england, moving fast throughout the country. What started as random disappearances eventually became nationwide panic.

it wasn't long until he reached my home state of Texas. Most of the town had evacuated when the marks started showing up. Crater-like holes in the ground. 11 inches deep and 22 inches wide. The ground cracked and glowing around the marks, showing that he was getting somehow stronger.

Although I boarded up my windows when I caught wind that he was moving towards Texas, I still took a board down every so often. From my third floor apartment, I could see the marks starting to fill the town. He marked his territory right after he struck. Entire families disappeared at a time. Only once was a survivor found. She was found in the same clothing she was wearing when she went missing though they were suspiciously clean, almost as if they'd been washed then returned. She spoke in a hurried whisper, as if he was still watching her. Rumors soon filled the streets quicker than his markings. Apparently after her interrogation she was left alone in a cell at the local jail. When the officer came to retrieve her for more questioning, she had scribbled the number "87" and "bands a make her dance" on every square inch of the cell. Investigator after investigator was brought in, yet none of them could decipher what it meant. After three days of questioning, the only valuable thing they got out of her was a description of him. He was large, solid, his muscles constantly glistening. He towered over everyone, though he wasn't intimidating, the exact opposite actually. He had a boyish charm, soft brown eyes and youthful smile. Apparently he loves to dance, frequently droppin' it low and booty poppin' on them haters. Most notably was his hands. In her words they were "damn near leviathan. I never knew someone could have hands like that. It ain't normal. I'd be lying if it wasn't hot though.". The police were immediately on even higher alert. With such a specific description, it couldn't be hard to find him right? Wrong. She forgot to mention one detail. His speed. For a man of his size, he's unusually nimble.

I snap back to reality at the sound of the metal entrance door 3 floors below me opening and closing. My heart pounding. "Maybe it's just the neighbor" I tried to tell myself, though deep down I knew it wasn't. Even if they hadn't evacuated with everyone else, there's no way Mr. dolly, an 96 year old war vet could open and slam that door with such little effort. my gut and my head were at war. My gut was telling me it was him, the man I spent months hiding from. Yet my head was trying to come up with any other possibility. They were coming up the stairs, fast. I was paralyzed. Still laying on the couch, i covered my head with the fleece red sox blanket I got last Christmas, before this all started.

*BANG* *BANG*

They were knocking. I could barely hear the pounding on the door over my racing heart. Seconds feel like hours, waiting for the sound to stop, for whoever it is to go away.

After what feels like an eternity, the pounding stops. I exhale for the first time in minutes. Moments later a loud scraping sound fills the room.

He's here and he's removed the door.

There was nothing besides me and my red sox blanket separating us both. His presence sent chills down my spine. I could feel him standing in the corner of the room.

He was waiting for something.

*click*

The dim light of the TV immediately filled the dark room. I open my eyes suddenly as patterns of colored light dance off the walls. He's still waiting, but he keeps going back to the hall he came from. Almost as if he's loading something into my apartment. Suddenly the room goes yellow and orange. He gets into position. I turn around slowly, not knowing what to will be waiting on me when I turn around.

There he is, in all his glory. The survivor described him perfectly. He was dressed in a fitted grey tank top, joggers, and sneakers. He was oddly handsome given the circumstances. Unmarked boxes were stacked floor to ceiling, covering ever surface. One box, the one closest to him is open. He grabs a handful of whatever is in the box.

I'm frozen. Horrified.

The tv shows a laundry room.

He looks at me intently, his boyish smile shining full force in the low light.

It's time.

"Hi! Welcome to tide pods talk with Gronk. I'm Gronk. I'm big, *flex* and awesome. But this guy-" he chucks a fist full of tide pods at my body. I'm utterly speechless. "-Is little, can it really clean?". He rips the doors off my linen closet, scooping every single piece of laundry up in one scoop, even the clothes I'm wearing. Opening the washer, he throws the clothing in with a loud boom before dropping a couple Tide Pods™️ into the load. Im left sitting on the couch, ass naked, as the New England Patriots Tight End does my laundry.

He resumes his spot at the corner of my living room. Staring blankly at me as we both wait for the washer to finish its cycle.

45 minutes of silence later, the washer pings signaling the end of the wash. He once again grabs the entire load of laundry in one incredibly toned arm, spiking it into the dryer like it's a ball into the end zone. He spots my stained patriots jersey in the load. Pulling it out, he slips me a note then once again goes back to the spot in the corner. I'm still naked.

Clearing his throat, he make gesture with his hands I take it as a cue to open the note. It reads "ask Gronk if Tide Pods™️ really clean" in very messy handwriting that I'm pretty sure is done in crayon.

I'm once again stunned. He holds up the jersey. My once beer and chicken wing stained jersey is now completely clean. He makes another gesture, prompting me to speak this time. "D-do Tide Pods™️ really clean?" Im shaking at this point, not because I'm nervous, but because it's 68° outside and I'm still naked. With the enthusiasm of a kid on a sugar high, he answers the age old question I just asked. "Heck yeah they do!" His eyes twinkling as he speaks.

The boards blast off my windows. Rainbow light streams into the room. I’m still naked. The missing people immediately flood the streets. He's smiling again, and you guessed it, I'm still naked. A chorus of cheers fills the streets "You saved us! We were stuck in the realm of stained laundry! Bless you!" A tear runs down his cheek as he falls to his knees. "I've been searching for you, thou chosen one. If you may take me, I ask for you hand in marriage. Together we can continue to bring stain free clothing to people across the land!" The crowd outside cheers, completely ignoring the fact homie refuses to give me any clothing. Instead he whips out a ring, and by ring I mean a ring pop band with a Tide Pod™️ hot glued to the top. He slips it on my finger before I can respond. I'm soon being twirled in a blinding golden light. I emerge, fully clothed in a ball gown made completely out of Tide Pods™️. He picks me up bridal style and runs out to the hallway before quickly bounding down the stairs four at a time. In the way down I look at my ring. After not eating for days it looks surprisingly tasty. Bringing my left hand up to my face, he stops dead in his tracks and drops me. My cat like reflexes come into play and I land on my feet, breaking both my legs after falling from such a height. Somehow I'm still standing, the power of Tide Pods™️ holding me up. I immediately pop the ring into my mouth and before chewing. The detergent rolls down my chin. His screams fill the room as he realizes what I've done. "How could you do this to me?!" I look up, like really far up because I’m literally 5’0”, and meet his eyes. I match his boyish smile from earlier, though this time my smile is filled with detergent.

"What can I say? I'm Gen Z."

#🤠#we apologize #fics #gronk #rob gronkowski #new england patriots #patriots #nfl #highkey a cursed post #tide pods #oof

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purge-that-urge-rhackathon · 6 years

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-gently kicks thru the door- how did i only now find ur blog hot dang. hey if ur still doing requests or prompts.. consider... a thing where jack takes care of rhys. just like in whatever way u might want to take that. im thinking like rhys is sick and is 2 pitiful to take care of himself but u can totally... smut that up to ur own tastes should u so desire. yes the first time i interact w/ u its to ask for smut and no this is not out of character for me sdjgskhhffh im so srry

It’s a big internet out there and this blog is only 3 years old…. it happens heheheh xD And you caught me in an excellent mood SO:

This labeled as Assistance. Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Rhys was frustrated.

Not just because he’d tripped over his own damn feet bringing Jack his morning coffee, nor from the resultant fracture to his left hand that the doctors told him to absolutely not use for the remaining two weeks as it healed nicely, and not even from the fact that his right hand needed recalibration after the embarrassing face-plant in front of the CEO’s desk.

No, he was frustrated because Jack– for all his teasing and braying laughter- was actually being nice about Rhys’ clumsy fall, had shunted off the majority of hand-intensive work to his secretary, and was being extra considerate and handsy with him in the office in ways that set Rhys’ heart beating faster.

In the very sense of the word, Rhys was getting desperate, and desperation lead to… creativity.

His cybernetic arm was a mechanical wonder of technology, yes, but even without the calibration it so sorely needed, it wasn’t quite the same– or welcoming- as his flesh hand.

He’d considered asking Jack to recalibrate it for him- more than a few times- but the idea of letting his boss into his subsystems and opening up his hardware was…. Well… Jack had a questionable attention span already, and coupled with his brilliant mind, Rhys was worried about what he could possibly put in there. Spyware. Weird voice commands. Or worse, with the connection to his echoeye, he might encounter all the very-specific searches Rhys had done about the man on the echonet.

Not worth it, in his opinion.

His right hand was… usable, yeah, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t what he’d call ambidextrous, and the lag in how his fingers worked– imperceptible to others but frustratingly off to him- made even the most enthusiastic jerking-session a lesson in persistence.

He was horny was the thing. Crazy horny. Unable-to-ignore and stressed-out-of-his-mind-and-required-release horny. Release was good, the relief itself a blessing, but he wasn’t satisfied. And the fact that his insanely-attractive boss almost seemed to be touching him more than normal in encouragement, watching him more keenly than usual in case he needed assistance, wasn’t helping matters.

Of course he could have just been being paranoid, and Jack himself was more observant than he was given credit for. But if Rhys didn’t figure out some way to get himself off that wasn’t shamefully sticking it in a sock and fucking between the mattress, then he was probably going to end up short-circuiting something.

And then he’d be out two hands and up one easily-encouraged boner and he could just kiss his professional reputation goodbye.

Not that he didn’t feel he was doing that already.

Jack had given him half days to rest– or more like half-weeks. Rhys spent some days working from the couch in his apartment– or his bed when feeling particularly lazy- and other days spent in the office with the CEO doing not much else than fetching coffee or looking pretty when Jack yelled at people.

He was doing that now, actually, listening to music and working remotely with his echotablet from bed to organize things for Jack’s meeting tomorrow.

Well speak of the devil. A notification popped up on his echoeye; the personal chat Jack had had him install mainly so he could write snarky comments to the younger man during meetings. Though it also proved very useful to quickly communicate since Rhys’ hands weren’t doing what he wanted them to these days.

→J4ckRule5: ive got some shit I need you to personally look through→J4ckRule5: stuff for 2morrow these idiots didnt send in the brief

Crap. What timing.

←Rhy5winz: Do you need me to come in?→J4ckRule5: nah ill drop it by your crappy little apartment after work→J4ckRule5: been meaning to see if that part of helios needs fumigating again :p←Rhy5winz: >>:|←Rhy5winz: Thanks for your kindness and consideration, sir.

There was a pause, and Rhys smirked to himself. Jack was probably laughing at his own jokes, but even more at Rhys’ overly polite response. They were hardly this courteous to one another anymore after working together so long, and his own way of handling his boss made him grin. Jack’s response met his expectations entirely; probably bored with nothing better to do than bug him.

→J4ckRule5: U mad? (:

Rhys smirked.

←Rhy5winz: I don’t know what you mean, sir.←Rhy5winz: Please take care when coming down here.←Rhy5winz: Don’t want any vermin biting our CEO.

Rhys was amused as he waited for Jack to get back to him, the CEO typing for ages it felt, when Rhys realized something.

Shit. He was getting hard over Jack’s playful messages. Really? Over a few innocent texts from his boss about work? Seriously? That’s what was getting him excited nowadays? Jesus he needed to take the edge off ASAP because this wasn’t just embarrassing, but downright insulting. Not to mention what it said about him to be getting all hot over Jack’s denigrating teasing.

Rhys stared at his tented boxer briefs with judgment as Jack’s response was overlaid right over the tip of his dick.

→J4ckRule5: dont get ur panties in a twist there pumpkin ;D

Rhys’ dick twitched at that.

Fuck.

Even as he was disappointed in his cock’s lack of taste in what was erotic, he was already palming himself through his underwear with his metallic hand. Maybe he could make this work.

→J4ckRule5: if u even own panties

Rhys’ brows shot up in interest and a spike of undue alarm at the thought that Jack knew what he was doing went through him– and made his cock harder.

→J4ckRule5: speaking of which:→J4ckRule5: do u own panties? (;

Rhys actually laughed, a husky sound as his cock liked this conversation very much so, and didn’t give much thought as to the appropriateness of the topic.

←Rhy5winz: You can’t bring up a topic and then say ‘speaking of which’, Jack.→J4ckRule5: i just did ;p→J4ckRule5: dont change the subject

Rhys’ chewed on his lips, his breathing deep and hips moving just a little of their own volition against his hand. He freed his cock from its confines and stroked himself, cursing the lag and responsiveness of his hand, but making do.

←Rhy5winz: Wouldn’t you like to know→J4ckRule5: i would ;D→J4ckRule5: answer the question kitten. im really bored here

Rhys allowed his mind to wander, to fantasize over any possible subtext. Bored. Right. The idea that Jack was bored and jerking off in his chair gave him a little thrill. That he was talking to Rhys of all people while possibly doing so made him very excited indeed.

←Rhy5winz: Sorry sir, that is classified information.←Rhy5winz: You don’t have access :p→J4ckRule5: brat→J4ckRule5: and how does one gain access? ;D

Okay, this was some next-level flirting for Jack; playing along and furthering the teasing. And that response was fast. He was either super bored and having a laugh at Rhys’ expense, or he was passing the time by playing a little five-on-one.

Good idea or not, Rhys wasn’t the one writing his responses to the older man so much as his cock was, and all the thoughts of Jack’s hands on him in the office– little innocent but overly familiar touches- was adding to the novelty of the experience.

←Rhy5winz: This is pretty privileged information←Rhy5winz: I don’t know. Maybe you should work harder→J4ckRule5: OH believe me cupcake im the hardest worker on this station

Rhys made a little noise at that, now certain Jack had his dick in hand and taking out his boredom at Rhys’ expense. Well, teasing the CEO back was probably safe at this point, right? He knew Jack appreciated some good word play, and though it was risky, he decided to let the older man know he knew what he was up to. It wasn’t like Jack didn’t make dirty jokes in the office constantly. Turnaround was fair play.

←Rhy5winz: I have no doubt you are ;)←Rhy5winz: Sucks having to take matters into your own hands

Jack was typing for several moments, Rhys’ heart beating and his cock pulsing as he awaited the response. It was shorter than all that typing lead him to expect, making him curious what the older man might’ve sent instead.

→J4ckRule5: ur killin me here cupcake

Rhys snickered at the response, waiting for more, but none came. Huh. Well, that was anticlimactic, though it was useful as he was harder than ever (or as hard as he’d been since the injury) and he quickly forgot about their conversation in lieu of inflating it for masturbation fantasies.

It was going pretty well, actually, and he’d have to thank Jack (in some roundabout way, of course… maybe a cheese and sausage basket to be funny) because he knew it wasn’t going to be a goddamn nightmare trying to get himself off this time. No lubed-up and ruined socks– which was a crime in itself- nor errant twitching of uncalibrated fingers to throw off his delicate movements on his poor neglected cock.

No, rubbing himself against his thighs was actually working pretty nicely, and the smooth metal of his fingers warmed with his body heat actually felt really good. Imagining Jack at his desk imagining Rhys was doing it for him, and rereading their conversation from earlier only added more substance to his fantasy.

So when Jack himself stuck his head around the corner of Rhys’ doorjamb, the younger man thought he was just getting really good at visualizing what he wanted– for approximately a quarter of a second.

Rhys made an impossible sound between a gulp and a squeak– impressive in Jack’s opinion- as he quickly pulled a pillow over himself, face crimson and speechless that Jack was in his apartment, let alone his bedroom.

“Heeeeey cupcake… Whatcha doin’?”

The dirty leer on Jack’s face told Rhys the older man knew exactly what he’d been doing. There was no way out of this, and Jack looked about as pleased as anyone finding someone else jerking their dick possibly could.

“H-How– How did you get in here? Why are you in here?!”

“Was gonna deliver that stuff to you but forgot it halfway after those dirty texts you sent me, kitten. Not to mention, the door locks on this level are ridiculously easy to hack.”

Jack’s grin was predatory, shark-like, and it did funny things to Rhys’ stomach, and furthermore, his cock beneath the pillow.

“This how you’ve been using these work-at-home days? It’s not like I’d stop you if you wanted to do this at the office, kiddo.”

Rhys whined, embarrassed, frustrated, tired, and goddamn horny and just wanting a little relief. His damn cock was still hard beneath the pillow.

It had flagged a little, yeah, but with the object of his fantasy right goddamn there and the way Jack was leering at him, well… Rhys’ cock was a dirty goddamn traitor and he wasn’t getting out of this situation gracefully.

“Cat got your tongue, kitten?”

Jack’s eyes were darting between his face and the pillow, interest and amusement there both but not yet moving closer, and Rhys was so close yet not, and so goddamn fucking frustrated he didn’t even care at this point and rambled quickly to the older man. “…I’ve had a rough week and shit timing and no sleep and I hate this damn cast and being useless and I can’t sleep-” he repeated, “-and nothing is working how it should and I can’t even do my job right and I feel useless here.”

“That it?” Jack asked smugly, still looking expectantly at the pillow.

Rhys knew he was not going to drop the topic, so he internally said fuck it and just blurted out: “…and I’m just really pent up and this isn’t fucking working and if I don’t get off I’m going to strangle someone… with someone else’s hands,” he growled.

A pleased shiver went up Jack’s back as a smirk took his face, and he moved closer as if his personal assistant’s dick wasn’t out and leaking beneath a Hyperion-branded pillow. “Babe, kitten, is that all? If you were horny you could’ve just said so. I’d have been down here ten minutes ago.”

Jack sat down next to him, a hand starting at his thigh and disappearing under the pillow. He heard the way Rhys’ breath hitched, the younger man’s face becoming less red with embarrassment and more pink with arousal, and his whole body very aware of the path Jack’s hand was taking. When it made contact with his shaft, Rhys made a mumbled sort of whimper in his throat, eyes shutting tightly as Jack’s big hand wrapped around his cock and gave him a gentle squeeze. Rhys whined pathetically, and Jack cozied up into his space to whisper smugly into the younger man’s ear.

“Baby,” Jack said, breath hot on Rhys’ skin as he allowed his face to touch Rhys’ own just barely. “I’m always up to get you what you need. Even if all you need is to get off.” He gave him a stroke and Rhys’ hand shot out to grab Jack at the man’s shoulder, bending a little at the waist towards Jack as it felt so damn good and was just what he needed and god he wanted Jack to stroke him.

Jack pressed his lips to Rhys’ neck where the younger man’s flesh was exposed to him, grinning and feeling his own cock rallying in his jeans as he played with Rhys.

The pillow was flung away, and Jack wrapped one arm around Rhys’ waist, the other giving him long, tight strokes that passed over his cockhead every few. It was rougher than Rhys was used to– but he was so on edge and it was so goddamn satisfying and it was Jack doing it to him- and he came relatively quickly with pleased little cries over the older man’s hand.

Jack wiped his hand on Rhys’ sheets before hooking a hand behind his neck and kissing the younger man senseless. It totally blew Rhys’ mind.

Sex was one thing, kissing was another, and Rhys was thrown through so many loops and twists and turns of defied expectations that he threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around his boss, the Handsome Jack, and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Jack’s heavy breathing and the way the older man’s kisses turned to nipping bites was already rallying Rhys’ cock for a second time, but he pulled away when Jack broke it, a filthy look of desire on his face that Rhys’ attention was only stolen from by the older man’s tented pants.

“Jack, I-I want to– to– fuck,” he cursed, wanting more than anything to return the favor and get his hands on his boss’s dick like something out of one of his fantasies. Neither of his hands were up to the job and the last thing he wanted to do was have the CEO think he was shit at handjobs, but the way Jack was tenting his own jeans was nothing to tease about. He’d done that to the CEO, and dammit, he really wanted to do something memorable to it.

“Maybe next time, sweet pea,” Jack laughed at Rhys’ words, a big hand on Rhys’ thigh as he bit at the younger man’s neck. “When you’re all healed up and I don’t have a meeting with distribution in an hour. Maybe in my big yellow chair, mm?”

Rhys’ eyes widened as he looked at the older man. Next time? Wait… he wanted to fuck him?

Jesus Antwerp Christ, Rhys must’ve actually fell on his head and not his hand, and he was having a coma-wet-dream right now, because that was right up there in his impossible bucket-list of imaginary jerk-off material.

“In the meantime baby, you don’t need your hands to give a blowjob, right?”

Rhys swallowed and his mouth watered, and at this point he didn’t give a shit about Jack’s smug look that said he knew he was going to get what he wanted, or that insufferable grin that knew how much Rhys wanted to give it to him.

No, the younger man slid off his unmade bed, cock still out at half-mast, to eagerly get between Jack’s knees while the older man chuckled with arousal and undid his belt and fly to remove his cock from his jeans.

It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given, or even in the top five, but the way Jack moaned his name, carded fingers through his messy hair, and talked dirty to him as Rhys sucked him off definitely ranked it among the most memorable of experiences to boot. The strangled curses that left the older man’s lips as he’d come down Rhys’ throat was the best of all, and knowing he was one of the few privileged enough to know the sound of Handsome Jack being thoroughly wrecked was enough to get him through this hellish period until he got full use of his hands back.

“Jesus kiddo, if that’s what you can do without your hands, I can’t wait until you’re all fixed.” He swiped a thumb under Rhys’ swollen lower lip, teasing it over his mouth before applying the barest of pressure. Rhys sucked the digit into his mouth with a pleased hum, and Jack just chuckled, pleased. “Damn buttercup, you were pent up, huh baby?”

Rhys just nodded in agree– would agree to just about anything Jack said right now- and hopped back up on the bed when Jack patted it.

The older man kissed him into the mattress, hand already back on his cock which surprised Rhys enough to make a noise about it, and Jack just laughed until he’d jerked him to full hardness and through another orgasm.

Rhys’ sheets were a ruined mess, and he was more or less feeling the same. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Jack tucked his own spent cock back into his pants, redid zip and belt, and told Rhys his work for the day was excellent. It made them both laugh, and Jack moved to leave until he gave one last look at the younger man laying there, the very picture of contentment.

“Forget something?” Rhys asked, voice teasing but dripping with satisfaction.

“Yeah, I did.”

Jack came and bent at the waist to kiss him again, moving to his neck where he sucked and bit at the younger man. It felt good until Rhys yelped, and Jack rose with a laugh, moving Rhys’ hand that had moved to the spot where he’d bit him. There was a pretty decent hickey there. Rhys bruised up nicely.

“What the hell, Jack?”

“Just making sure you don’t forget about me, cupcake.”

Rhys gave him a frown. “We work together.”

“So, so well, sugar pie.” The glare Rhys sent his way had zero effect on the older man. “Okay pumpkin, see you tomorrow, bright and early. Same old same old. Or maybe not so much.”

Rhys snorted. His neck smarted, but he was already excited about work tomorrow, clear this little liaison was going to be continued, and pleased as fucking punch about it. “Lock up after yourself, will you? Don’t want any vermin getting in. There was a big rat in here that just bit the shit out of me.”

“You little brat,” Jack laughed, himself feeling ready for the dullery that was distribution, his own edge without his pretty PA well taken off. “But guess I don’t want anyone else taking a bite of my cheese.” Rhys snorted. “See ya babe.”

Rhys laid in bed for a while after, replaying everything in his head all giddy as hell. Dream come true? Yes please and thank you for seconds if you don’t mind.

He got up later with interest as his doorbell rang, wondering if it was Jack and if the older man had remembered his manners.

A special delivery from one of Helios’ most expensive boutiques was instead waiting for him to sign, the Hyperion-yellow lace of expensive panties inside with a note that said ‘Mystery solved -J.’

Rhys told himself he was going to spite the older man by not wearing them to work tomorrow, but Jack’s pleased laugh of surprise when his face was in Rhys’ lacey-crotch the next day was worth it.

With Jack’s special deliveries and their new work ethic, Rhys found that fracturing his hand wasn’t so bad in retrospect, and for every stormcloud, there was a Hyperion-yellow laced-lining to look forward to.

kofi | ao3

#rhack #handsome jack #rhys the company man #fanfiction #poisonjack #my fic #LOLOL believe it or not i actually began work on this right after you sent in the ask but it did take me a few hours to fill SOOO...still fa #im still fast imo >_> AHAHAHA xD look at that i actually did something new for the moment AHAHAH #not exactly what you asked for but im currently up to my neck in hurt/comfort stuff across all fandoms and about 8 fics so i went #in this direction instead of the sick thing xD ...LOLOL did it work? i think it worked...we got fairly kinky hahah #ummmm if anything looks off or missing could anyone let me know? i havent done a read through to check cuz no time xD #gotta wash my uniform xD im pretty sure shit aint missing tho >_> i ended up catching some stuff in the coding process hahaha

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