#mmm but that is possibly him not wanting to waste his precious time being angry at Aziraphale

[most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer]

"It's always too late, isn't it?"

Aziraphale tells Crowley he goes too fast for him, but it’s not just him: Crowley’s order is six (6) shots of espresso in a big cup; he drenches Nina and Maggie beneath the Awning of a New Age because he wants vavooming to occur immediately; the Bentley needs to be above the speed limit even if it’s not him driving. For an eternal being, he has an extraordinary sense of ugrency.

Before the Beginning, he saw a few million years as just getting started—a brief loading screen before the lights in the firmament got going properly.

Present day Crowley hasn’t known that kind of naïve hope in thousands of years. He knows how much you can lose when you have to play "poker in a pitch dark room for infinite stakes with a dealer that won't tell you the rules and smiles all the time". He is acutely aware of how fragile the future is.

[orangeskiesandshinyeyes]

Angry sex with Skz

Chan

Probably be quiet the whole time.

No praising or sweet talk like usual.

Would avoid looking into your eyes for as long as possible because he knows that if you look at him like that he'd fall right into your arms.

You'd be fighting or in the middle of an argument when he decides he's had enough of the negativity and grabs your thigh to pull you to him.

That's when he'd stop talk too. Eyebrows knit together and eyes trained on you he'd push you against whatever and get to work on your bottoms.

Would look into your eyes while getting you naked almost teasingly. But if you were to go soft on him, maybe wrapping your arm around his neck or touch his face or something he would look away from you so fast.

Wouldn't kiss you either. But once you get desperate almost on the verge of your release, he'd let you hold him if you wanted to. And he loves seeing your lose yourself because of him and that would make him forget his anger atleast momentarily. Reaching out to touch your face he'd finally whisper sweet nothings as you came back down.

And when he was done too, he would pull out and give you the silent treatment again. But he'd turn you over and spoon you.

It'd be very angsty but also kinda cute.

'Hey, I love you.'

You'd whisper gently.

You'd know him too well by this point that when you don't immediately get a reply, you wouldn't be mad.

A gentle squeeze to your waist and a kiss pressed to your shoulder would be enough for you but right before you dozed off, he'd whisper an I love you.

Leeknow

He would be talking to you through it.

Mostly

'What, can't stay mad now?'

'You're always so serious about everything, God!'

'I can't joke around with you when you get annoyed so easily'

He'd list off all the things that ticks him off about you all the while having the most amazing missionary session.

And when you wouldn't reply with anything other than gasps and moans he'd laugh partly because he was in disbelief at how you could take all the comments so easily now with zero resistance and partly because he found your uncaring demeanor cute.

'Ah! So annoying!' He'd scream out because he was getting frustrated that he couldn't stay mad at you. Especially when you were reacting so well to him.

He'd go super fast just to make you lose yourself further. He'd do this as a way of saying Yea that's right, that's what I can do to you.

Not the type to go rough because he does that anyway. So it would be more like trying to get you to unravel under him while he acts unbothered by the steaming hot sex. He'd be so sure about your submissiveness that he'd start laughing when you start to shake as you climax.

Once you get your release however, all that he said would finally register in your head as you push him down on the bed sitting on his lower belly, trying to get some time to prevent overstimulation before you wrecked him.

You'd push your palms down on his chest as you ask him, voice low

'Stuck up? Too sensitive? Do you want to repeat all that again?'

And he would be speechless. Never in a million years would he have thought that you could recover from that orgasm but here you were with a look in your eye that screamed dom.

Blinking up twice at you he'd get no time to react before you tug on his nipples as you sink yourself on him.

Throwing his head back he'd avoid trying to fight back for dominance as he was way too close to waste time trying to get the power back that slipped away from him the second you came.

Changbin

He'd be very grabby. Usually very respectful, mad changbin would be groping your breasts, your ass, heck, even your clit.

Would gradually increase the pressure of his pinches as he observed how much was too much. And he'd pinch you right at that threshold.

Twisting your nipple as he watched the way your face twists in pain and pleasure, he'd thrust into you. Even if you'd be riding him you'd have zero control of the situation as he fucks up into you making you grab onto his shoulders for support. Wouldn't let you hide your face during any of it and would yank your chin to face him.

'Where do you think you're looking? Hmm? Your eyes stay on me, got it?'

Would leave one too many hickies and bite marks. Even if you whined that people would see and he'd get scolded for it he would still keep going adding one more for everytime you said no.

When you guys were done, he'd be laughing about it.

'Did we really need to argue over that? I'm glad it did anyway. You look like you were in a fight and that's hot.' He'd say laughing inbetween as he traces the bites and purple marks littering your entire body.

Hyunjin

Would be a little selfish. The type to not let you come as punishment. But that wouldn't be the case always. Another boy who would go soft if you went soft. If you were angry, the anger would just bounce around and he'd want to get off on that angst.

Would be turned on seeing you all angry and bothered but he'd pretend to be mad and put up the facade that he's fucking now just to show you how he can shut you up. But he gets so hot and bothered seeing you get mad at him. He wants a lot of adventure when it comes to sex so he would come faster and wouldn't be shy about it either. Two bird with a stone for him since he'd have a reason for releasing so fast. He's showing you up.

Wouldn't mind if you got aggressive though. He'd be hoping for it secretly. Grabbing after him if he left you hanging, taking things into your own hands getting rough with him. Would love getting roughened up by his little sweet princess. You'd have to figure that out by yourself though.

Would turn submissive real fast if you switched though.

Moaning and whining in your ear, he'd bring up the argument again.

Mostly just trying to get you mad again he'd make zero sense with his sentences. Would love if you talk filthy or down to him.

'Maybe I should go and fuck around with someone who wouldn't be such a brat? Hmm?'

'You want me to beg now do you? Why would I when I can just get on top of you like this?'

'You're enjoying this aren't you? Not having to do the work?'

He'd moan at your antics, not replying but definitely listening.

If you stop talking, he'd whine and try to annoy you more so as to coax more out. Dig your nails into him and he's a goner.

Jerking up into you he'd almost come but wouldn't, this time being considerate waiting for you.

Jisung

He might get a little too mean with his anger.

Going a little overboard he might hit you right in your insecurities prompting you to tear up. If he couldn't see you crying and if you wouldn't tell him that it hurt he wouldn't stop because he wouldn't know. He tests the waters with you for everything and believes in the whole trial and error side of things.

But the first and last time it happened, he'd stop so fast when he heard you let out a quiet sob. He would turn the light on so fast and you'd be met with him still on top of you wide eyed with an arm covering his mouth.

Seeing the tears flowing down your cheeks would cause the waterfall to form in him too, him crying silently as he freezes up.

If you got up to leave after pushing him off he would just sit there in disbelief, head empty as his heart starts beating a little too hard. He'd need a lot of time to collect himself before deciding to check up on you.

But you'd know this already and would instead opt to reach out to his arm asking him to lie down with you.

Now full on sobbing next to you he would be shaking a little, lips trembling with his fingers gently, shyly holding your side.

'Stop crying.'

You'd say.

Nodding he'd try his best but his shoulders would still shake as he tried to hold back the sobs. The situation now turned around you'd bring your fingers up to his face and have a heart to heart with him. Nodding and apologising whenever you finished a sentence he'd be sniffing still but gently calming down, knowing that you weren't going to hate him.

Once he was sure that you were okay and that you weren't mad at him, he'd get closer nuzzling into your neck. Running his arm up your body he'd trace his way up your spine before cradling your neck. Whispering into your neck, he'd hug you gently

'Baby?'

'Mm?'

'Wanna love you.'

And when you let out a shy nod, he'd start kissing your neck slowly letting him get hard again.

This wouldn't be for him though. He was determined to make you feel as loved as possible and show you just how precious you are to him. Not the best at assuring you with words, he'd try his best to make you feel his love.

It would be so intense with him holding your face the whole time, sometimes intertwining your fingers if you brought your arms up to grab anything when it got too much for you. He'd ground you with his kisses and fingers when you edge closer and closer to your orgasm.

When you moan out as you climax, whispering I love you to him, he'd tighten his grip on you subconsciously while same time feeling the tears build up again.

He'd bite down on his lips hard enough to make them bleed almost but would relax if you peck them seeing his abuse on his pretty lips.

Would probably decide to stop once you climax and would refuse to continue saying he's fine but pull a little switcheroo and ask him if he's not turned on and he'd start chanting no no that's not it and slowly start up again, making sure you weren't in any discomfort.

And next time you were about to have angry sex, he would make sure to show you that he loves you more than anything.

Face pressed into your neck, his back against the table he'd have your leg thrown over his waist as he slowly brings you down on him same time thrusting in. Your torsos would be glued together and the most aggression that would come out are small whispers of why you shouldn't do what it was that made him mad in the first place.

'Ugh.. don't.. act sexy in front.. of others like that. Im not.. the only one who.. gets a boner. Oh..kay??'

When you tangle your fingers in his locks and press a kiss to his ear while moaning out a small yes, he'd praise you.

'Mmm. Good. You're mine, right?'

Ofcourse you were but he'd always want to hear it from your mouth. And when you assure him, he'd shift his focus to making you both climax feeling happy with the confirmation.

Felix

This would be a way for him to make sure that you guys were still perfect together. Both of you angry, maybe even screaming at each other he would let it go on for as long as he could take it before getting worried and slamming his lips into yours. Would be scared if you push him back but he'd keep trying mostly to ensure that this was just a normal fight among healthy couples.

If you fell weak against his lips, he'd go full dom. Slamming your body into his he would waste zero time in getting you naked. Not a single piece of clothing would be left on either of you and wouldn't bother with the lights purposely leaving them on wanting to see you so vulnerable in front of him.

Wouldn't make it to the bed. Desperate to want to feel your love for him he'd get impatient and push you down on the floor even. Another boy who'd snap if they got their I love you.

Now sure that everything was fine, he'd go back to lover mode and start making you more comfortable lifting you off the cold floor and planting his butt on it instead. Would hug you close when you came and same with him. Chances are, the cuddling session would start off right where you guys did the dirty be it the floor , the counter, the couch. Whatever.

Once you voiced how uncomfortable it is he'd drag you over to the bed so he could cuddle with you again.

Seungmin

He would go doggy style on you.

He has a dark side to him that never makes it's appearance unless extremely provoked. It's not that he doesn't want to be rough and purely lustful with you but he'd want to be so respectful with you that he'd never show that side.

Pounding into you, he'd have his hands on your ass. He'd spread your cheeks a bit too far, ogling the new sight as he groans behind you, going rougher.

Would land a few spanks too.

If you wanted to continue the argument during the session, he'd have no problem telling you to shut up.

'Oh my God, QUIET!' He'd shout at you causing you to let out a small whimper while simultaneously convulsing around him.

The stimulation would make him falter a bit as he brings his palm back down on your ass a bit harder this time.

Would edge you so bad. He'd pull out the second he knew you were about to come, letting his length barely graze your folds.

Definitely going to push you forward and onto the bed with you butt in the air to watch your opening contract at the loss of contact.

Angry sex would be the time for him to explore everything about your body that he's always been curious about but never had the courage to explicitly go in to.

And boy, does he explore. He'd be so dirty, treating you like an artifact that has secrets hidden at every crevice. You whining would have zero effect on him.

Only way for him to snap out would be if he felt that you're uncomfortable. He'd apologise profusely for the mean things said during sex but not for the argument itself.

But if you're nothing but horny, you can bet on the fact that he would make you pass out when you came.

Not writing for the baby B-A-B-I-E

[applepiry]

Sharing Is Caring [3rd Gym Gang]

Day 11.  Orgy (Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki, Akaashi)

!!18+!!

WC:  6059

Pairing: Fem!YN x Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki and Akaashi

Contains: Orgy, Oral, Anal, DP,  Dubcon, Daddy/Sir Kink, Prasing, Degradation, Vouyerism, Being recorded, semi-public sex... It’s a lot, okay??

Ry: I… I hope you like it u////u

[Smut Under Cut]

You had always loved Volleyball, but due to a knee injury of your own during middle school, could no longer play it, so you decided managing would be the next best thing. You had managed the girls team back in high school, but here at Nekoma University, the girls team already had two managers. You had then been told the boys team had no managers at all aside from the coaches, and you felt compelled to join. 

When you had come into the gym on the second day of College, asking about becoming a manager for the Boys Volleyball team, you had been suddenly surrounded and your ears filled with the sounds of happy sobbing. They had all been so excited to get a manager, and a cute girl at that. None of them wasted any time flirting when they could with you, but it was Kenma and Kuroo who had really caught your eye. Something about the two senpai stuck with you.

Surprisingly, the two of them had ended up coming to you, led majority by Kuroo, and asked if you wanted to be in a relationship with the two of them. Of course, you had to keep it mostly a secret, since they didn’t want the other guys on the team to be jealous about it. You did your best to be discreet, and really, it wasn’t odd for you to spend a lot of time with the Captain and Co-Captain, being the only manager they had. 

It was now July, and like always, they had their summer week long Tokyo training camp with several other schools, including Karasuno University, a tradition since high school to now invite them. 

It was Nekoma University that was hosting this year and you ended up being roomed with the other female managers, all of whom you had only met before at practice matches. You hadn’t really had any time to get to know any of the other members of the other teams, but you didn’t really mind either way. 

All the schools were shocked when they had met you, surprised someone was actually Nekoma’s Manager. It had caused Yamamoto to brag happily that they finally got a hot girl as their manager, who could “rival” that of Kiyoko, but that had earned him a smack across the head from you, telling him not to act up and you weren’t in any competitions. 

The day went by, helping the other girls with chores around while the boys all played. Every now and then, you’d watch a match or two, but it was mostly time spent with the girls until lunch. Having gone to get more plates, you were heading back when you were stopped.

Kuroo came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling the top of your head, “Mmm, it’s been so long since I’ve held you like this,” he purrs in your ear.

You giggle softly, “Tetsu-chan, it’s been since this morning,” you gently remind him.

“But I’ve worked so hard since then!” he whines, “Plus, I won’t be able to just take you home after this,” he murmured into your ear, gently nibbling at it.

“Hm, I guess that is true since we’ll be staying here on campus for the week,” you muse, smirking a bit. “Where’s Kenma?” you wonder, looking around for your other boyfriend.

“Oh, he’s busy with Chibi-chan. They’re like, best friends,” Kuroo explains, shrugging a bit. “He’ll probably come see you later, I can tell he’s getting drained already. Everyone’s gotten so much better since last year,” he goes on, explaining how Tsukishima and Washio had both been getting way better in their blocking skills. You leaned into him, forgetting your mission, snuggling into his back, inhaling his musky scent from all the sweat. “Oh hey, we’ll be doing a two on two later after our main training is done, want to come by and watch?” he asked, peppering your neck with kisses as he spoke. 

You let out a soft moan, nodding slowly, “Mmm, sure. I like watching you play,” you tell him.

“Mmm, perfect, princess. You motivate me,” he purrs, nipping your ear again before taking the plates from you. “Well, let’s go before someone tries to come find us,” he laughs.

You can feel yourself blushing, nodding again, “Sure, sure,” you laughed, taking some of the plates back and grinning as Kuroo pouted. 

The rest of the day had gone by without a hitch, everyone taking plenty of turns with penalties. They had all grown so much, and it was extremely hard playing against each other at this point. You had just finished cleaning up the main gym, going to change before finding your boyfriends and their friends for the two-on-two game. You had changed from your regular capri’s you wore during practice to a pair of shorts, since it was still hot outside. Still wearing your Nekoma jacket, unzipped, showing off your soft blue tank top, your cleavage bouncing slightly as you walked as you hadn’t worn a bra. Truthfully, you hated them, avoiding them as much as possible.

Getting to the practice gym, you noticed the door was already cracked open, peeking inside. You were honestly shocked they weren’t all exhausted on the floor of the gym after today. You were tired from watching them! Inside were two players from Fukurodani, Kotaro Bokuto and Keiji Akaashi, and the tall middle blocker from Karasuno, Kei Tsukishima, along with your two boyfriends. Akaashi was setting while the two on two game was Kuroo and Bokuto against Kenma and Tsukishima.

Unable to help it as Kenma gave very little effort into blocking, you giggled a bit too loudly, all five pairs of eyes instantly finding you behind the slightly cracked door. 

“Hey Hey! LN-chan!” Bokuto was the first to come running to you, opening the door wide and ushering you in, “I didn’t know you’d be stopping by!” his arm slung around your shoulder.

“O-Oh, yeah, I was just… um.. walking by when I heard you all…” you say nervously, Bokuto’s hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. Your eyes flicker to Kenma and Kuroo, hoping they aren’t angry someone else is touching you in such a way. Neither seems bothered, though.

“So you just decided to stop and peek in?” you hear Tsukishima wonder, his arms crossed.

“Well, this is Nekoma’s campus and I am the manager,” you reply, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout, your arms crossing, “I can peek in if I want to.”

“Tsuki! You better be nice to my girlfriend” Kuroo said, coming over to you and pulling you to his chest, Bokuto pouting for a moment before his mouth hung open. 

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared, quiet for a while.

“Our girlfriend,” Kenma finally said, his voice quiet but loud enough to be heard in the gym.

“EHHHH?” Bokuto shouted, looking between the three of you. “Seriously, seriously!? Wow Kuroo! Kozume! You two are so lucky!” he whined. “I want to date her too!” 

“She is very attractive,” Akaashi says, though he’s not as surprised as the others, or at least not showing it.

“You’re seriously dating these two?” Tsukishima asks you, but is only pointing to Kuroo.

“Hey what's that supposed to mean!?” Kuroo growls, “She’s my precious princess!” he declares rather loudly. He turns his attention back to you, “Did you wear those shorts just for us?” Kuroo asks, his voice a purr, “I told you others would be here… Or was this because there’d be others?” he teases, squeezing your hip as he says this, making a rather loud moan escape your lips

Your eyes widen, the sound echoing in the nearly empty gym, your face feeling hotter by the second. 

“Wow, that was hot,” Bokuto breaths out, his pants tightening.

Tsukishima is biting his bottom lip so hard you expect to see blood start to drip down his chin.

Akaashi isn’t even looking towards you, but you can see the red in his ears.

Kenma is beside you in an instant, lacing your fingers with his, “Answer his question, kitten,” he purrs into your ear. You whimper, shifting a bit, feeling all eyes on you. Were they trying to tease you in front of the others?

“It.. it wasn’t on purpose… I think they shrunk in the wash…” you manage to get out, burying your face in Kuroo’s shoulder in embarrassment.

“Mmm, but why not wear sweats?” Kuroo presses.

“I… W.. Well….” you stumble, unsure what to say. Yes, you had worn these shorts for your boyfriends, but you hadn’t expected them all to be staring at you this way, with a certain hunger in their eyes that made you squirm.

“Answer him,” Kenma encouraged, “You’re not in trouble,” he reassures you.

“Well, hold on, Kenma, she might be. Teasing guys other than her boyfriends? Doesn’t that sound like something that should be punished?” Kuroo says, his eyes flickering around the room. 

Kenma hums in agreement, but waits for your answer.

“I… I wanted to wear these for you two…” you finally tell them honestly, your legs shifting at the odd feeling pooling in your panties. 

“So you are being a tease?” Kuroo confirms, smacking your ass with a loud slap. Unable to help it, you let out a yelp, your body shivering a bit. They really had trained your body well in the last few months. His eyes tell you how he wants you to answer him.

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you murmur.

Bokuto lets out an ungodly loud groan, Akaashi is shifting himself as he tries to adjust his hard-on, while Tsukishima is just staring at you, apparently in shock.

“Good girl,” Kuroo purrs, kissing your temple, “Looks like you’ve got some admirers…”

Your eyes flickering between all of the boys in the gym, looking down and shifting again, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Kenma gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him, kissing your lips briefly before forcing you to look at Bokuto. 

“Are you going to take responsibility for that?” Kenma whispers in your ear.

Your eyes flicker down to Bokuto’s shorts, seeing how tight they had become from his erection, his eyes looking you up and down.

“Want to show Bokuto-san what a naughty princess you are?” Kuroo wondered out loud. “If you guys want to be involved, her punishment can be to take all of us,” he said, licking his lips as he watched you, gently nudging you towards Bokuto. 

You inhaled a shaky breath but nodded at your tall, black haired boyfriend. For some reason, deep within you, you really wanted this, to be shared, with all the eyes watching you. 

Bokuto groaned at your silent reply, getting closer to you cautiously, half wondering if this was a dream. “I’m okay with it,” he said, his voice already thick with lust. 

“Show him what a good girl you are, even if you are a slutty one,” Kuroo encouraged, smirking.

Once you’re in front of Bokuto, you slip down onto your knees when Kenma lets go of your hand fully, looking up into Bokuto's eyes as you pull his shorts down enough that his cock springs out. As you look it over, you can tell it’s definitely thicker than either Kuroo and Kenma, and you wonder for half a second if it’ll even fit in your mouth. Flicking your tongue over the slit to taste a bead of pre-cum before you run your tongue along the underside, pressing into the vein. 

“Akaashi? Tsuki?” It was Kenma that asked, which surprised everyone aside from you, who was too busy slurping on Bokuto’s cock as they spoke. Both stayed silent for a while.

You began taking it all in, making sure to keep your cheeks hollow as you sucked and slurped, your tongue swirling around as best it could. Your head began to bob, your eyes glancing up to see how Bokuto was doing. His face was twisted in pleasure, drool coming from one side of his mouth as his hands rested on your shoulders, gently squeezing as he groaned softly and mumbled.

“A-Akaashi… You need to try her mouth,” Bokuto panted out as he began to move his hips, one of his hands twisted behind your head to keep you from moving back.

Akaashi cleared his throat and shifted a bit, trying to decide what to do, “O.. Okay… As long as.. You guys really don’t care…” 

Tsukishima shifted in place, brought out of his trace as he stepped forward, he had been wanting to touch you since the moment he laid eyes on you at the first practice game. “F-Fine…” he grumbles, as if not already hard.

“Not at all, she deserves it for being such a fucking tease,” Kuroo replied as he leaned down to smack your ass again. 

You moaned against Bokuto’s cock, the vibration causing him to shiver and begin moving his hips faster, his cock shoving down your throat. While it did burn a bit, you didn’t gag, not having had gag reflex since you were younger, which you were glad for now. Bokuto seems to perk up at this, practically purring as he starts going faster, watching you take his entire cock in your mouth, down into your throat. “F-Fuck,” he pants as he keeps going, his hips getting a bit wilder as he got close. 

Kuroo smirks and pulls you away, lifting you up by hooking his arms under your armpits. You whine softly, looking back at him with confusion. 

Bokuto mimics your whining, “Kuroo! What was that for? I was so close!” he complains.

“Exactly, do you want this to end that quickly?”

“Fuck you that was quick!” Bokuto snaps. “She’s just that good!”

“Oh, I know,” Kuroo grins widely and unzips your jacket the rest of the way, slipping it off your shoulders before lifting your top up to your neck, exposing your breasts and the fact you didn’t have a bra on.

“Oh, not wearing a bra? Wow, did you want this to happen, princess?” he wonders as he gently gropes one, pressing his hard-on against your back.

To be fair, you had expected sex from your boyfriends, not expecting them to tease you like this and share you. “I…” your eyes flicker to everyone before looking back at him, “I wanted you to touch me right after practice, Daddy,” you murmur, feeling all the pairs of eyes boring into your exposed body. 

“Now your daddies have to share you because you were a naughty girl. You better be on your best behavior and show our friends a good time, okay? What kind of host would we be if you don’t help them relieve some stress?” Kuroo’s words swim in your head, making you whimper softly at the thought of all these men being inside of you.

Kenma reaches over, rolling one of your nipples between this thumb, making you moan loudly. “Who do you want to fuck you first?” he asks, and when you don’t answer right away, he pinches it again, making you wiggle and whine as Kuroo holds you up, his arms hooked under yours again. “Answer faster, kitten,” Kenma urges.

You look around at all the men, swallowing a hard lump in your throat as you finally reply, “Bokuto-san…”

Bokuto grins widely and jumps up, “Yes!” he shouts, excited to try out your pussy since your mouth had been so amazing. Your eyes lock with Akaashi for a moment, your mouth opening in response to the hunger in his eyes, sticking your tongue out as an invitation. 

“Isn’t she such a pretty thing~” Kuroo coos as he picks you up, making you squeak, and leads everyone into the gym equipment room. Kenma and Akaashi get one of the mats and get it settled before Kuroo places you onto it, “Get onto all fours for now,” he instructs. 

You waste no time obeying, getting onto your hands and knees, looking up at all five of them with curiosity sparkling in your eyes. 

“Fuck, that’s a sexy look,” Kuroo curses under his breath, palming himself as he watched Bokuto get behind you and Akaashi get in front. Seeing you in this way made him just want to take you himself, but he was going to enjoy all of this.

Kenma gently nudged Tsukishima into going to stand by Akaashi, mentioning how you only needed one hand to balance yourself. 

“Aw, shit, do you guys have condoms?” Bokuto wonders.

Kenma shrugs, “It’ll be fine, right, kitten?”

You nod, “Y-Yes, c-cum inside me,” you murmur, looking over your shoulder just enough to lock eyes with Bokuto.

“Stop. Bokuto, spank her. Hard,” Kuroo stern voice sends shivers down your spine.

Bokuto instantly did so without question, smacking your ass rather hard, a handprint shaped welt starting to form already as he looked towards Kuroo in confusion. You let out a yelp, your knees shaking as you try your best to stay up, whimpering, eyes tearing up a bit. “Ah- Sorr-'' he goes to apologize for being too hard but Kuroo stops him. 

“Don’t apologize to her, she deserved that. What do you say, princess?” Kuroo urges, his eyes narrowed. 

You swallowed hard, “P-Please cum inside me, Sir,” you say more clearly, fixing your earlier words, looking back at Bokuto with pleading eyes. Your legs are shaking, your hips wiggling as you try to get some friction on your already sopping pussy.

Kuroo grins, “Good girl,” he sweetly spoke to you now, then turned his attention on the others, “Now it’s okay to give her attention,” he told them.

Bokuto nodded excitedly, “Don’t mind if I do, then,” he purrs, his erection lining up with your folds as he runs the length against you, shivering a bit at the sound of your slick echoing in the room. “She’s so wet,” you hear Bokuto’s deep voice ring in your ears.

“She’s a good kitten,�� Kenma murmurs, sitting in the corner on some equipment, one hand slowly rubbing his stiff cock while the other holds the phone’s camera focused solely on you. 

You gently paw at Akaashi’s shorts until he pulls them down enough that his large cock springs out, slapping onto your tongue that you had stuck out again for him. Knowing you need your hand for other things, you slurp Akaashi’s cock into your mouth, your tongue pressed flat against the underside vein as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to suck vigorously. 

“F-Fuck,” Akaashi hisses out.

Your hand goes up to find Tsukishima, who seems to have understood as he’s suddenly there, his own shorts already down. While his cock looks like the thinnest in terms of girth, he also appears to be rather long, maybe even rivaling Kuroo’s length. You begin to pump at his cock as you bob your head around Akaashi’s length, trying to focus on everything all at once. Letting out a loud whimper you think about all these different cocks about to stuff you, shivering a bit. 

Akaashi grips your hair, his body shaking a bit at the vibrations from your throat as his hips begin to move, taking over some of your thinking for you as you allow him to simply face fuck you, still minding to keep your cheeks hollow as you do your best to give Tsukishima a good hand-job.

Bokuto licks his lips as he stares at your ass, rubbing his length across you a few more times before he slowly begins pushing the head in, inhaling sharply at how tight you are. “Ooooh fuck… She’s so wet but still.. so tight…” he groans, still pushing inside of you, giving you little time to adjust to the burning stretch you were feeling. 

You end up choking and coughing a bit around Akaashi’s cock from the feeling of Bokuto filling your pussy up, but that only makes Akaashi grip your hair that much tighter, his hips keeping his rhythm as you adjusted back. “Good girl,” Akaashi’s praise reached your ears, making you purr, eyes looking up at him with interest.

“She’s a natural fuck doll, isn’t she?” Kuroo says, his voice dripping with pride. He and Kenma had made you sensitive to touches and praise, sure, but you were a natural all on your own, and Kuroo was extremely proud to be able to call you his princess. 

Behind you, Bokuto pushes all the way inside of you, pressing against your cervix, threatening to push through. He pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in, getting into a rhythm similar to that of Akaashi’s, with a bit more force behind every deep seeth of his cock into your throbbing hole. You can feel him pressing against every nerve, making your body spasm a bit, your first light orgasm washing over your body. Bokuto groans, shivering as he feels you tighten more around him, licking his lips. You let out a soft whimper when he speaks, your hand squeezing gently around Tsuki’s cock, still pumping away at it and trying to stay in a proper rhythm. 

“I think she came from that,” he purred.

“I think you’re right,” Kuroo purred from his spot on your other side, watching you closely, hungrily, as you take all of this with stride, stroking his own cock. 

Bokuto’s hips slap against your ass, keeping his pace and strength about the same with every stroke. His thumb gently nudges against your puckered asshole. 

“Do you guys use here?” he asks in between pants. 

You moan around Akaashi’s cock at the feeling of your butt being played with, anal being something you do enjoy.

“All the time,” Kuroo replies, “Do you want to?” he offers, smirking. “If so…” he trails off a bit. 

“I do,” Bokuto replies quickly, having never done anal before and extremely excited to try. “If that’s okay with you?” a large, rough hand rubs your bottom gently, waiting for an answer.

You try to swallow around Akaashi’s cock, your stomach twisting, waiting to be filled up in that way, knowing someone else would take a place in your pussy as well. Akaashi pulls his cock out of your mouth, gently stroking himself.

You nod slowly, “It’s okay, sir,” you give your reply to Bokuto.

Kuroo explains to Bokuto how to get you ready, then explains to Akaashi and Tsuki that they’ll have to move you around a bit. They all seem to disappear at once, and Kenma is beside you, his soft voice filling your entire being with a special warmth. 

“How are you doing, kitten?” he asks you, cupping your face as the guys all move around you, adjusting everything in the room you were occupying.

“G-Good, Daddy,” you pant out, your throat getting sore already, your wrist tired and your pussy throbbing still from the after shock of your orgasm. 

Kenma smiles, kissing your lips sweetly, despite you just having sucked off two different guys, “Have fun, okay, and remember our hand-signals,” he kisses your forehead before moving back again when you nod, remembering the signals in case you needed to stop. 

Perhaps that was why Kenma was staying out of it, at least for now, wanting to make sure you were being properly taken care of. Not that Kuroo would let them seriously hurt you, but Kenma had a bit of a sharper eye. Kenma shifts back to the corner, having put the phone down for now. You let out a whimper when you feel your hips being grabbed, looking behind you as you see Bokuto on his knees, moving so he was under you. 

“I’m going to start now, okay?” You barely registered Bokuto’s voice before his well lubed, large finger slowly pushed into your puckered hole. 

Your body adjusted quickly, used to this, moaning freely now that Akaashi had taken his cock out.  He got between Bokuto’s legs, the two of you facing each other as you sit up slightly as your ass is played with. Akaashi’s lips catch yours, kissing you deeply before his mouth moves down your neck, to your collarbone and finally to your breasts, playing with one. His mouth descended one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked, making it nice and stiff before moving onto the other one. 

With your mouth now free, Tsukishima stood near Bokuto’s side, his crotch eye-level as he stroked his cock, getting close enough that you could lean in, wrapping your lips around the long length.  You bobbed your head for a while before Tsukki took over, his hands tangled in your hair as he controlled the pace and depth.

Under you, Bokuto had added another finger, scissoring your asshole to prepare you, eventually adding a third before he was comfortable enough to lube his cock up and press the head against you. He slowly took his fingers out before they were quickly replaced with his cock, causing you to hiss around Tsukishima’s long erection. Bokuto was definitely thicker than Kuroo, as the burning sensation was a bit more than usual. Akaashi kept sucking on your nipple, playing with the other until Bokuto was fully seated inside you. With a soft pop, he disconnected and got closer, the head of his own erection rubbing against your sopping pussy entrance.

“May I?” Akaashi wondered right as Tsukishima pulled your mouth off his cock, having gotten close and was now bringing himself back down a bit.

You nod listlessly, panting heavily, “P-Please fill me up, Sir.”

Akaashi shivers visibly before he begins pressing inside you, moaning at how tight you are as he gets all the way inside of you. His cock curves the opposite way of Bokuto’s cock, making it so they’re pressing the same way inside of you, hitting the same areas in different ways, rubbing against the thin walls that connect the two areas. You whimper and moan loudly, your mouth falling open and Tsukishima taking this as an invite to shove his cock back down your throat. 

A familiar hand grabs your wrist, a large hand you’d know anywhere, Kuroo. He leads your hand to his erection, and you eagerly wrap your fingers around it, stroking it as best you could. You wished you could look at him, but your eyes could barely focus on anything, let alone someone who felt so far away. Here you were, sandwiched between two men who were not neither of your boyfriends, slurping and sucking on a cock that wasn’t either, while giving a sloppy handjob to your oldest boyfriend. Where even was Kenma? You could barely focus, panting heavily anytime Tsukishima pulled his cock out, just to ram it back in. 

You could feel Bokuto’s hips snapping behind you, slapping against your ass with a squishy smack. His hands held onto your hips, keeping you as still as possible as he thrusted upwards into you. Warm air that you assumed was his breath made your back feel a little sweaty, but oddly, the smell of the room was becoming sweet.

Akaashi had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his cock buried deep inside your pussy as he and Bokuto moved in opposite rhythms, only occasionally slamming into you at the same time. His tongue grazed along your neck, occasionally biting and gently sucking on your lower neck. You really hoped he wasn’t leaving marks, but you also did not have the ability to say anything. It was a good thing you had gotten used to hiding hickeys, since Kuroo, and surprisingly Kenma, loved leaving marks all over. Although, they didn’t usually go for your neck.

You choked a bit as Tsukishima pushed himself down into your throat a bit more than before, which caused Kenma to speak up from somewhere in the room. 

“Be gentle with her, it’s only the first day of training camp,” he said quietly, but with a certain sternness in his voice.

“Yeah if you wreck her too much, she won’t be able to stay and that wouldn’t be okay,” Kuroo said in between pants, watching you take three cocks at once while jerking him off. 

Tsukishima hissed a bit, “Sorry, YN,” he managed to say from between gritted teeth, his pace picking up but at the same time, becoming a bit gentler with you.

You tried to mumble against his cock that it was okay, but it just sounded like a garbled mess as his cock went in and out of your mouth. It was you that started up again, bobbing your head so that he felt comfortable. Kuroo groaned beside you, bucking his hips into your hand haphazardly, “You’re so cute,” you heard him breath out in between grunts. 

Akaashi’s face was still buried in your neck’s crook this entire time, still biting and sucking away at parts of your soft flesh. His hands gripped your thighs, while Bokuto’s hands held tight onto your hip bones. Tsukishima pulled his cock out and began stroking it for a while, panting heavily as he grumbled about being close again. Ah, so he was doing his best to keep from coming first. You wondered for a moment if anyone else felt the same way. But, this gave you an opportunity to moan as much as you wanted to, the sound flooding the room. Bokuto’s movements started getting faster from behind you, making you cry out as his thick cock pressed deep inside your ass. 

“F-Fuck, she’s getting tighter…” 

You weren’t sure whose voice it was at this point, the voice muffled by something. Your eyes blurry with tears as Tsukishima puts his cock back into your mouth. 

Over all, every part of you tingling with pleasure; every touch, movement, kiss to your flesh, finger tangled in your hair, felt amazing. 

Inside of you, you could feel Bokuto’s cock twitching like crazy, his hip movements getting messy as he started to chase his high. His fingers dug into your hips, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck as he tried to go deeper inside of you. Akaashi had began going a bit slower, but was still pushing in deep. As the two slam inside of you at the same time, they both press against bundles of nerves. You did your best to scream around Tsukishima’s cock, coughing a little, as you came around Bokuto and Akaashi’s cocks, tightening up once more. 

Bokuto moaned loudly, shouting your name once before his teeth sunk into the back of your neck, causing you to scream around Tsukishima’s cock. Bokuto began rutting inside of you as he emptied his semen deep inside your hole, his hips sputtering a bit when he finished. He slumped more against you, panting heavily as his grip on your hips loosened, now gently rubbing at them as Akaashi began picking up pace. 

Tsukishima groaned as the vibrations from your throat caused his orgasm to start. He held your head in pace, his cock most of the way in as he finished, mumbling your name quietly as he did so. You swallowed what you could, some of it dribbling down the corner of your mouth, as Tsukishima pulled his cock out. Once his cock was gone, so was his hand that had been tangled in your hair. 

After a few moments of panting, Kuroo’s hard cock was against your lips, his sweet voice filling your ears, “Daddy is close, finish me off, my good princess.”

Your eyes fluttered open as you looked at him, opening your mouth again after you caught your breath. Behind you, Bokuto slowly pulled out, making you gasp at the empty feeling, but it was still nice and warm, a present that Bokuto had left behind. You quickly start sucking on Kuroo’s cock, moaning at the familiar taste. 

Akaashi is still going strong, his hips slapping against yours. His pace picked up a bit, but he focused on pushing in as deeply as he could, adjusting every few strokes. His cock was twitching inside of you, and you knew he was getting close, but he was also trying to make you cum again. He smirked a bit as his cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves he was looking for, causing you to once again scream around a cock. Kuroo’s cock slipped deeper inside, making him groan loudly, shivering at the feeling of your throat around the head. 

As your pussy and throat tightened at the same time, both remaining men dumped their loads inside you. Kuroo’s cock spurted down your throat, making you swallow it whether you wanted to or not. He pulled out once he was done so you could breathe properly. 

Akaashi bit down on your shoulder as he shoved deeply inside you, his hips barely moving as he rubbed circles against your clit. You felt his lips move against your flesh, and you wondered what he said for a split second. After a few moments, he pulled out slowly, groaning quietly. You whimpered softly, your body shaking as it began to fully realize what had just happened. 

Almost instantly, you slumped down, leaning into Akaashi as his strong hands held you up from collapsing completely against him. You heard several voices at once as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing slowing down as you began to pass out.

“YN!” was the last thing you heard, Kenma’s worried voice sounding so close.

When you came to, your eyes fluttered open, noticing the ceiling of the equipment room. 

“Ah, YN is awake!” It was Bokuto, who was staring at your face rather closely.

You tried to sit up, wincing as you did so, laying back down and realizing your head had been laying in Kenma’s lap.

“YN, be careful, please.” Kenma’s voice sounded worried.

“Bokuto got too rough with you, didn’t he?” It was Kuroo, who was beside you, holding your hand and giving it sweet kisses.

“Nuh uh! It was Tsuki!” Bokuto pouted.

“Tch, whatever,” grumbled Kei, who was at the foot of where you were laying. You realized his hand was on your calve in a way that indicated he had been massaging them. Akaashi was on the other side, still massaging the other leg, his eyes watching you.

“How do you feel?” Akaashi wondered.

Kuroo held a water bottle up to your lips, making you drink before you answered.

“Sore,” is the only thing you can think to reply, but when all five pairs of eyes stare at you with worry, it causes you to laugh. Their looks quickly turn to confusion.

“How is that funny, YN?” Tsuki asked.

“It just feels like I have five boyfriends,” you tell them in between giggles, “I don’t mind the soreness, so don’t be too concerned.” you add, smiling softly at them all.

“Ah you’re so cute, YN! Date me too!” Bokuto whined, getting close to you and kissing your cheek, “I want to kiss your lips lots!”

Kenma glared a bit, pulling you closer, helping you sit up, nuzzling into you as you sat in his lap. His eyes scanned over your neck, noting all the marks that had been made. “I already had to share enough,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “But I guess I don’t mind with these guys…” he quietly added.

“Really?” Bokuto and Tsuki said, their tones different variations of questioning.

“Look at that, Kenma is being so honest!” Kuroo teased, smirking and giving him a kiss on the cheek, causing Kenma to use a free hand to shove him. His arms wrapped around you again, sighing.

Bokuto grinned and leaned in, kissing your lips sweetly before he pulled away. That was when you noticed everyone was dressed again, including yourself.

“How did i…?” you start to wonder.

“Kenma and Keiji got you dressed,” Kuroo told you, as if reading your mind.

“Thank you two.” 

Akaashi nodded, his face covered in a small blush, “N-No problem…” 

Kenma kissed your neck in response.

“We should probably get back to the dorms before anyone comes looking for us…” someone suggested. Bokuto ended up picking you up bridal style, as he had the strongest arms. 

“What are we supposed to say when we drop her off?” Bokuto wonders.

“I-I’ll walk into the room! I am not answering to Yukie-chan and Kaori-chan!” you groan, leaning against Bokuto’s broad chest. 

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I was thinking of Loki being the little shit he is and stealing readers food just to see her get worked up and at one point maybe saying she looks cute when she’s angry just to piss her off?? I love you!!!!!

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part 13 of loki’s happy ending, and as always, masterlist in my bio!

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You’re turning out to be quite a pest of a human.

First with all the attempts to kill him when really, he’d made it perfectly clear when he’d have liked that, and now pestering him about the whole Chitauri ordeal…Loki would be lying if he hadn’t considered a muzzle.

You’re an extreme liability, and he knows. You’ve seen too much and definitely seen too much of him - not that getting a few ogles in the midst of dying was particularly detrimental to the whole operation.

Actually, it might’ve been…nice. But you didn’t hear that from him.

Breaking up the accidental relationship was a smart move. The best move, by far. The only remaining problem happens to be you, though.

You still…remain.

You still walk around the tower with your arms full of papers, heels clicking annoyingly along the vinyl floors, turning up your nose whenever you stride past his office.

He has a nicer office than you. By far.

Loki gets a window.

Most of the time, when you happen to have to walk down his hall, he leans against the open window and gazes out at the city as you walk by—a smug little grin on his flawless, fake jawline, knowing that the breeze ruffling his strawberry blond hair serves so kindly to piss you the hell off.

The one time you’d realised he’s doing it on purpose, you’d stepped into his office, smiled sweetly over to him at the window, and dumped your coffee on his precious floor.

And then you ran, cause he flipped back to Loki in a split second and lunged at you, snarling like a rabid animal as you shrieked and sprinted down the hall.

So…things aren’t exactly good between the two of you.

Which, of course, is why you’ve been avoiding him for the past couple weeks, sighing dramatically and saying “I’m just not ready to talk about it” when people ask why the two of you broke up.

You’ve been trying to avoid break rooms altogether. They’re just a hive for questioning, and you never know if you might run into him some accidental Thursday when you don’t have witty comebacks pre-prepared.

In other news, your bagels keep disappearing.

This is day four. The bagel is in your hand when you walk through the door, you set it on your desk, turn to set your bags down, and it’s gone.

Something tells you by day four that you’re not hallucinating carrying bagels into work with you just because you’re tired, so today you’re trying a set up.

You’ve got a hunch.

Sure enough, on day five, you don’t turn around to put your bag on the chair, and you watch your bagel seemingly melt into the desk.

“Get your ass out here, Loki.”

There’s a stack of green sticky-notes next to your computer, and a word being scrawled onto the paper catches your eye.

No.

You rip off the paper, crumple it into a ball, and throw it in the trash.

“Stop taking my food,” you hiss in the empty room.

Again, the loopy handwriting appears on the next sticky-note.

You assume so much.

“Oh, sorry,” you snap, glancing at the door to make sure no one sees you about to scream at a sticky-note, “I don’t know any other magicians. Give me back my bagel.”

I’m enjoying it.

“You fucking dick - oh, hey, Nadine.”

You give a sheepish grin and wave at your coworker, setting down your scissors with a nervous laugh as she walks by.

The moment she’s out of sight, though, you take the scissors right through the stack of notes—and Loki, ever the saint, sends a spurt of black ink from the paper like some kind of inky blood, a muffled scream coming from the little stack of green sticky-notes.

“What the—”

“You wound me, darling.”

One leg thrown haphazardly over the arm of his chair, Loki grins and waves his fingers at you across the desk.

Ink drips down your arms.

Loki takes a slow bite of your bagel.

“Mmm…”

“Oh, fuck you,” you scowl, grabbing an eraser off your desk and chucking it at his face. “You owe me five days worth of breakfast, asshole.”

“Mm, no, I don’t think I do,” he hums, taking another bite. Then he decides to let out a very unsuitable for work groan, throwing his head back as he swallows.

You quickly blink and look away.

“At least you’re enjoying it,” you grumble and flop down in your chair. Fishing some napkins out from a desk drawer, you try to sop up the ink staining your arms, Loki’s gaze burning into your skin as you scrub furiously at the stains.

“That’s a lovely colour on you.”

“Shut it.”

The ink stains, but you at least get the liquid wiped away, fuming at the splotches that ruined your shirt, too—Loki and your clothes don’t seem to get along; first the coffee, now this?

He’s licking his fingers when you toss the napkins in the trash and glare back up at him.

His middle finger leaves his mouth with a pop.

“You’re quite…enchanting when you’re angry.”

“Fuck off,” you groan, and he just laughs, licking slowly along his thumb.

“One might even say…” he pauses, thumb on his lip, gaze floating to the ceiling in thought. “Cute.”

You stand up and walk to the door, holding it open without another word to the god smirking at you from your desk. “Get out.”

“Or what?”

“Or I taser you into oblivion again,” you frown, pointing out the door. “I enjoyed it the first time. I think I might get off on it the second time.”

Loki almost laughs—you catch the twitch of his mouth before he fizzles back into Dr. Laing—probably a good idea, considering you’re holding the door wide open.

“Banter,” he sighs, leaning back in the chair and draping a dramatic arm over his eyes. “Look at us, all this tension. Why did we break up again?”

“Because you were using me? You…keep threatening me and treating me like shit for trying to help you, that’s why—”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” He chuckles, and your forehead hits the door with a groan.

“That’s the truth, Loki. Please, get out.”

His arm lifts, just enough for him to peek out from under his elbow at you. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh, goody.”

“You pose a terrible threat to me,” he continues, ignoring your implying waves out the door. “And in the best interest of myself, I should avoid you at all costs.”

“Which is why you’re in my office.” You gesture at his lazed form, spreading across your chair. “Right.”

“Precisely.” He gives you a curt nod. “But…well, you have a phrase that puts it quite nicely—keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

He lifts a hand towards you, lips curling.

“I can’t let you out of my sight.”

Perfect. Just what you needed, more clinging from the deranged—well, whatever the hell he is, cause at this point, you’re just confused—godly criminal.

“Look,” you sigh, leaning against the door, “I haven’t told anyone anything. I’ve lied for you, I pretended to date you, I haven’t brought up anything about your scars—”

“Oh, but you just did.”

“I—no, hold on—”

“See what I mean, darling? You can’t be trusted. That little mouth of yours tends to run whether you like it or not, and either I silence you once and for all, or you learn to control this little pity problem you seem to have.”

“Don’t,” you growl, grip tightening on the doorknob. “Don’t call me that.”

“Mm. How would you feel about having your memories altered?”

Loki stands up, wiping long fingers off on his thighs.

The air seems to drop twenty degrees and you gulp, stepping backwards into the hallway—better to at least be out of the office when you’re brainwashed by a god. Maybe, just maybe, Iron Man will happen down this hallway before your brain is fried.

Something tells you not to hold onto that hope too tightly.

“Just a quick little tweak of the mind,” Loki continues, slowly making his way towards you, hands clasped behind him. “In the interest of solely protecting myself. It’s not personal, I hold nothing against you.”

“That sounds pretty personal.”

“Oh, darling, I wouldn’t waste my precious feelings on the likes of you. You were simply in the wrong place…at the wrong time. You weren’t supposed to see anything in the first place.”

“Is this really about those cuts on your back? I haven’t - oop, h-hey.” Your back hits the far wall of the hallway.

“How cliché,” Loki hums, a small grin on his lips. “The tall, dark villain has you up against the wall.”

“I haven’t told anyone,” you remind him, hands coming up between the two of you—just in case. “You’re just scared of the possibility, right? Can’t we, um, make a deal or something instead?”

“Deals with the devil never end well.”

“I thought you were a god.”

Whoops.

Loki goes stiff, leering down at you as that patronising little smile turns cold, frozen.

His fingers press against your forehead in a matter of milliseconds.

“I don’t know what I am,” he whispers sharply, a hand slipping up to cover your mouth when you start writhing, muffled shouts for help falling short behind his hand. “And don’t pretend like you do.”

“Mmf—no, ‘oki, stop—”

“You know I can see in your mind. Do I make you feel better about yourself? Is that it?”

Your heart plummets when his eyes go red, flashing deep crimson for a split second before the hand covering your mouth starts glowing, the same golden hue that surrounded his body that fateful day he showered at your place.

Head furiously shaking no, you try to think an apology to him - not that you know what to even apologise for.

Helping him? Seeing that at some point in his recent past, someone lashed him to pieces?

Your mind does feel funny, almost…fuzzy. It’s a warm kind of fuzzy and you want to give into it, but his hand over your mouth and blue-green eyes boring into yours—

“Stop apologising,” he hisses, eyes narrowing as he presses his fingers harder to your forehead.

You fight it a moment longer.

I’m sorry, your thoughts plead, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry no one’s listening, I’m sorry you don’t know—

“I don’t want your pity.”

Your eyes widen above his hand. He heard you, that actually worked.

I’m sorry you’re hurting, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I saw, I’m sorry I tried to help—

“Stop that.” Teeth bared, his hand tightens around your mouth. “You have to stop that.”

You can trust me, I swear on my life, I won’t tell anyone anything about you, you have to trust me—

Then just like that, he pulls his hands away.

You gasp for breath and stumble away from him as quickly as you can, not noticing how he clutches his hand to his chest, eyes glistening.

“Just trust me,” you cough. “Just trust me, you don’t have to kill me o-or wipe my memory—”

“No,” he snaps, raking a still-slightly gold hand through his hair. “No, no, I don’t—I can’t do that.”

“I promise, Loki, seriously, you don’t have to—”

Footsteps down the hallway make your words fall dead in your throat. Loki immediately switches to Laing, grabbing you by the arm and hoisting you to your feet, a finger to his lips and a silent threat in his eye.

It’s Tony, sprinting, flanked by a small group of armed guards, and they come to a stop right in front of the two of you.

“What’s going on??”

“Loki,” Tony pants, bending to rest his hands on his knees for a moment, trying to catch his breath. “Decoy, clone, it’s a double in the cell, he’s—he’s out—”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.

“Are you sure?”

Laing’s fingers curl around your wrist and squeeze hard.

“Yes, for sure, he just flickered for a good two seconds, it was a dead give-away to Thor. Now c’mon, we’re moving you to a safer location—”

“What??”

Laing still won’t let go, jaw clenched so hard it looks painful.

“We know you’re one of his targets,” Tony says with an exasperated sigh, waving you after him. “Move, we’ve gotta move, the son-of-a-bitch is a god, we don’t know how much time we have!”

One of his targets.

The feeling of his palm over your mouth is still as present as it was not even two minutes ago.

His red eyes, those fingers rifling through your mind.

You wrench your hand from Laing’s grip and run after Tony Stark without a thought of looking back.

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[cynicalrainbows]

Writer’s Block Pt 1

(A/N: Three headcanons of mine- that Cathy can’t possibly like working super hard all the time. That Anne isn’t quite the chaotic gremlin she pretends to be. And that Parr would surely have some trust issues left over from finding out that someone you loved and who you thought loved you had actually signed your death warrant over what you had assumed were good-natured debates.)

When Anne bursts through her bedroom door, Cathy really wants to hit her.

(Not that she’s ever hit anyone really- in either of her lives. But looking at Anne grinning and swinging back and forth a bit on the open door, she imagines it would feel rather satisfying.

And god knows, she needs something to feel good about. Her eyes ache from staring at her laptop screen- her stupid, blank, empty laptop screen that refuses to turn into a fully written document, no matter how hard she glares at it- and her wrists are cramping from hours of endlessly typing and then deleting sentence after sentence. At the base of her skull, the beginnings of what promises to be one hell of a headache begins to throb.

It’s been five days- three days since she lost her appetite and two days since she stopped sleeping for more than ten minutes at a time- and the writing rut she somehow managed to fall into. Just. Won’t. End.

Nothing she’s typed for the last few days has sounded good, even in her own head: she’s all out of ideas, all out of innovation. Her newest book- something that she’s sure she’d been excited about, once upon a time- has become a millstone around her neck and she’s barely even begun it.

But… she’s talked about it now- people have begun to speculate excitedly about it on twitter. It’s too late to say she’s changed her mind- especially when it seems like every other mention of it online is begging her to write faster, to go faster.

‘So excited- don’t think I’ll be able to wait til it’s published!’ ‘Oh my god I’m counting down the minutes!’ ‘I want it nowwwwwww!’

Once, such comments made her feel flattered, invigorated. Now they feel like veiled threats.

It’s not that she doesn’t have a lot written. It’s that she has nothing written- whatever she tries, she ends up deleting, and although she knows that writing is a process, that a first draft is simply that- a first draft- she’s never felt like this before.

Burnt out. Empty.

Honestly, it scares her.

It doesn’t help that, working from home, she’s subjected to what feels like an endless barrage of interruptions from the other queens.

First it’s Kitty, calling through her door that Jane has made pancakes for breakfast (it sounds as if the giver of the message is running- rather than walking- along the landing and down the stairs, a suspicion then confirmed by what sounds like the youngest queen jumping down the last few steps). Then there’s Anne’s shouted demand that Kitty not use the last of the Nutella this time- it’s slightly muffled by doors and distance and not directed at Cathy but it’s still more than a little distracting. 

There’s Aragon, calling a general warning that the next person to borrow her hairdryer without asking should prepare themselves for many unpleasant things to happen to them- ‘And I mean it this time!’; and Jane- in the next room- asking Kitty if she wants anything from Costa (and Cathy doesn’t need to be there to see Jane’s slightly perplexed expression when Kitty asks for a small frappe with ‘as much caramel syrup as they’ll agree to put in the cup, please’.)

And then there’s Anna, knocking and asking if she’s coming down for lunch- How is it lunchtime already?- and perhaps her reply is shorter and sharper than she intends because it feels like no time at all before Jane’s tapping on the door too, asking if she’s alright, if she’s sick, if she needs anything?

Really, all Cathy needs is to be left alone- or, better still, for everyone to go out for a few hours- or days- so that she can just try to focus…but she can’t say that to Jane, she knows. 

Still, it’s so frustrating: every interruption cuts off her train of thought and although she isn’t really getting anywhere, shoe does wonder every time if perhaps she really had been on the cusp of a good idea at last...

Her attempts to sound well and normal are in vain because then it’s Catalina outside.

‘Cathy?’

Her ‘Mmm?’ is as politely interested as she can manage.

‘Are you alright?’

‘I’m-’ Just tired, she means to say. She really is too- the sort of bone-deep weariness that feels almost like an ache all over. But her head is also buzzing too much for her to rest- work to be done, work to be done, and behind it, the little seed of fear that has been steadily growing, fed by days of unproductiveness: What if this lasts forever?

It would feel good to be able to unburden herself to her godmother- to let her listen and nod silently as she always did, thinking carefully before answering and never wasting words on things she didn’t mean. Part of her wants to open the door- to let Catalina wrap her up in a hug and reassure her that all would be well- but she knows she can’t.

Opening the door will mean a hug, yes, but it will also likely lead to questions about is she getting enough sleep and whether she’s eating properly and when did she last shower, none of which she particularly wants to have to answer…. So she substitutes ‘Fine!’ for tired, even though the faux-perkiness in her own voice makes her wince a bit.

There’s a brief pause- Cathy can almost see Catalina raising one unimpressed eyebrow.

‘You’re not.’

‘No, really. I’m ok. Just busy.’

‘I’m worried about you. So are the others. You’re working too hard, and it isn’t healthy.’

‘I’m really ok.’

‘You’re a really bad liar, Cathy.’

One thing her godmother isn’t is equivocating. Blunt and sometimes tactless yes but never evasive.

Cathy chews her lip as she tries to think of the magic words that will get her godmother to leave easily, feeling a little spark of panic when nothing comes to mind- but all of a sudden, she feels a prick of anger too. Why is she being forced to spend time reassuring them all when she’s the one with the crushing workload, the endless empty pages to fill? If they care- if they really, really care- why can’t they all just be quieter, why is she being forced to take up more of her precious time and energy to field their interruptions?

The anger bubbles up quickly, too quickly for her to push it back, and her shout for Catalina to just leave her alone, leave her alone and stop nagging her because she’s sick of it, is a surprise even to herself.

But it’s more of a surprise when she hears her godmothers footsteps retreating down the hall. She’s relieved- relieved….but also a bit shocked. Catalina never backs down so easily….and suddenly the relief gives way to worry.

Why has she given up so easily?

She tries to focus on the fact that she’s now free to work again- but the concern gnaws away at her as she stares at the keyboard.

Why has Catalina just left if she’s as worried as she had professed to be? Was she really angry- angry enough that her worry had been expunged? 

(Has she stopped caring?)

Was one outburst all it took to turn someone’s feelings around?

Cathy immediately berates herself internally for even asking this.

 Of course it’s that easy- experience has taught her that.

The death warrant had felt light in her hand- lighter than it should, considering the weight it carried. She had rubbed her fingers over and over the smooth wax of the King’s seal, tracing the pattern. Had he been thinking of her as he’d pressed it down? Or had his mind moved on, already planning for himself the life he would have- the wife he would have- after she was gone?

Her ladies had impressed upon her the need for a great show of emotion in order to win him back but in the end, it hadn’t been at all difficult to cry as she begged for her life. When it was all over, she hadn’t been able to stop shaking. She was careful to never argue with him after that.

She wants to run after her godmother, to apologise, to beg Catalina to forgive her lapse….but then she thinks of how much she has to do, how many people are waiting, waiting, waiting for her to finish something that she hasn’t even started… and she knows she can’t. She can’t stop work until she has something, anything- She tries to blink away the sudden burning behind her eyelids and swallows hard.

Her hands hover over the keys.

Just- something. Please. Please-

[storiesofwildfire]

@likesbeingbad - continued from (x)

He never really understood it. Books, literature, the entire fascination and frankly snobbish nature of the book lovers world. Hyde tried it once, bored within twenty pages and itching to go outside and live. There’s a lack of love when the stories are being told through dead wood and musty dust. Awfully lonely. You have a universe to experience! Tales to tell with grand gestures and highly amusing voices.

After all the old lessons were never made to silent. They were made to roar! To tear from the heart and the throat and to keep an audience wide eyed, engrossed in the world you build them. Swayed by the view presented, a gorgeous manipulation, a cautionary telling.

It was boring, all of it. The whole thing was utter nonsense, such a Jekyll way of passing the time really, leaving his skin itching, aching to go and speak to someone, find entertainment, find a dance. The night was young, the day was bright and oh how someone sings with the right hand. No book could mimic that.

But Loki liked them, of course they did, dull pastimes always fascinated minds looking to go silent when left with too much time to think. Driving yourself barmey on what ifs and maybes but he never lived in maybes, didn’t care for what ifs. Hyde could handle those changes, that thrill and ride of the unknown. He never had to try and escape his own head, only Robert dearests, always half asleep with Jekyll, half bored and then? Half alive when his time came. No time to be wasted in rotting pages and the smell of bitter ink.

Loki’s love for it was getting - hm, not annoying, oddly the little thing was far less annoying than he anticipated which was curious, intriguing, amusing to all end. A Hyde and a Norse? Quite the delicious mix for chaos, for fun if Loki would just put down that dead tree and pay him some bloody attention!

How long had it been since he was given true delight? Whiled away across the recliner just needing, clawing in his throat, biting sharp at his heels. To get out, to go and run, to find someone to hold his attention the way slender fingers held that damn chopping block and firmly ignored him.

Ignored him.

Hyde drapes himself over the back, clicks his tongue once more and waits. Still as anything, watching, listening through the stillness of his chest and not a peek! Not a care in the world, what good did that do him? What fun was that? He could be out with thighs about his waist or a sweet voice in his ear but no! No he’s here, bored out of his mind, out of his skin, snapping to sink fangs into a throat and shake the sense of the world into his typically lovely company.

Jekyll’s desire to stay, to enjoy company. It had to be because Hyde would never be so careless with sentimentality a Hyde never could. Caring for them so warmly, until it seeped into Hyde’s chest and cut deep the urge to run. Cursing him surely, oh, but it is something to follow. Something to hear, something to hunt. To wonder why and chase the answer on the curve of an all too smug smile.

He’s bored and Loki’s books are the cause of this travesty of an evening. So the answer is simply, truly, deliciously so. For dead things burn just as brightly as the living and it would be a shame if something were to happen to the attention thieves sitting so innocently on the shelf.

Hyde is out of the chair in seconds, naturally, quicker than Jekyll, quicker than Loki because his feet were made to carry adventure. Made to enjoy and seek and bring about the world to its knees not waste his time in a silent room with nothing to do, nothing to say, only deadly, echoing, ugly boredom.

It’s innocent enough the first touch, isn’t it? Just touching, seeking, having a little drag of his fingers against the spines. Letting them curl, letting them tear just so. A threat and a promise because these things, this unnecessary recording of thoughts, this pathetic excuse for entertainment? They wouldn’t last much longer not whilst he was left to his own devices.

Loki doesn’t look up at the first touch, nor the second and Hyde turns one over in his hands. Stench of mould, a loss of life what a poor waste of a perfectly good tree, of something to sing and live and breathe. Mmm, but humans did love doing that didn’t they? Taking, taking, hating when they were taken in turn.

It hits the floor with a thud and Blue eyes glint when Loki finally looks up but it’s only for a moment the bastard, right back to ignoring him, to watching pages with words in a language that would last only a thousand or so years and then it would be gone, it would fade. The paper would waste away and the world would continue around it because books did not last, no, nothing ever did.

Darling to think otherwise. Another thud and Hyde’s smile widens as he pushes his hand behind a good few volumes. Teetering so precariously on the edge, begging for rescue, ah but time never was a friend and he’s just so… close.

It’s an order he thinks, no - no. He knows it is. Said in a tone that’s cutting and runs a shiver up his spine, defiance in the way he purses his lips in contemplation and pushes another just that sliver bit closer to the edge. Sad, drab, lost little trees. When they’re burnt and fallen to ashes perhaps he’ll mingle them, mix them to paste and let the forests boom from their corpses.

Oh now that’s an image!

“I’m not doing anything untoward. Just… looking.”

Another volume falls at the word, a tap of his finger and so very, very blatantly and invitation to stop him. To make him stop, challenge him for it. Give him some for of interaction before he becomes as domestic and tamed as is whiney human other half. Loki was always so attractive when angry with him.

“Whoopsie! Now is it really my fault if they fall when I’m studying? Just slipfrom my grip. Right to the floor?”

Hyde brings up a finger, pushing harder now, letting the next fall further, harder, clicking his tongue at tutting at Loki like a condescending little Lilly trying to make him behave. He never did and if there was any true justice in the world, any hope left then Loki wouldn’t either.

Why resist after all? When the temptation seeps from his pores and he breathes in that lovely, mingled scent. Not quite female, not quite male but everything he needs to move with new vigor, prowling over to where Loki remained so delicate, poised, perfectly prim and beautifully ready to ruin.

“And if I don’t knock them? If I leave your precious little collection all alone and stagnant in their place in the world, what will that get me? Hm? I’m ever so curious. What is your price for those tedious books of yours?”

♔—- Loki and Hyde represented two very different forms of chaos, as the Norse Chaos Goddess had come to realize. While they derived from the same sort of ideologies, Loki still possessed much more discipline and structure whereas Hyde... Well, if he didn’t have something to keep his immediate attention for five minutes, he’d start itching, start looking for ways to cause a mess, and purposefully seek out the opportunity to cause an uproar because it was fun.

Loki understood that notion more than most. When left to her own devices without anything to keep her occupied, she often found it difficult not to go a bit mad. Endless possibilities and she found herself stuck doing anything but seeing even a single one of those outcomes to fruition. Her mind wandered, sometimes took a turn for the worst, and when she grew bored, so did her magic.

Restless seidr proved to be as dangerous as an unoccupied Goddess who’s mind moved far more quickly than most.

She, however, represented so much more than Chaos. She embodied so many ideas and desires and groups of people that she could not simply focus on moving forward and doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased without stopping to take a few breaths. Books always helped her keep calm and stay level headed. Without many of her spellbooks and texts, learning to control her magic would have been an impossible task, especially when she so quickly surpassed every other sorcerer who happened to be available to teach her.

They occupied her mind, gave her something to focus on at the worst of times, taught her, and provided her with entertainment. As the Goddess of Storytelling, how could something as simple and trivial as a book not mean the world to her? In a way, it represented everything she was and every legacy she would leave behind. 

Hyde didn’t get that. He didn’t understand Loki’s love of reading and studying, didn’t understand that there was as much value tucked away in the pages of some of her books as there was in spending an entire day exploring a new world. Loki tried a few times, to explain to him why they were so important to her, why she needed them, but he didn’t get it. Trying to get through to him about topics he didn’t understand was something of a chore and when it came to Loki’s love of books? And Loki’s ties to them? It was like talking to a brick wall.

All right, perhaps completely ignoring Hyde for the text in her hands was a bit rude, but she’d been reading long before he showed up, and she hadn’t been secretive about wanting to take a quiet day to herself to study. Hyde staring at her while dramatically throwing himself over a chair to catch her attention did little to do so. She was aware of his presence, of the theatrics he put on in hopes of capturing her attention, but like a child needlessly begging for attention at the worst of times, she refused to give it to him.

He could wait until she was finished and then they could go out, find something to eat, and enjoy their evening together, but before then? Loki needed some Loki time and Hyde wasn’t part of that equation.

She knew he pushed himself up from the chair after realizing he wasn’t getting her attention and she listened to the sound of his footsteps as he made his way over to a wall of shelving that housed some of Loki’s most loved texts. The first thud had her clenching her jaw, her teeth grinding together at the sound of the sheer and utter disrespect of her personal belongings, but she wasn’t inclined to play Hyde’s games right then. She looked up for the briefest of moments, silently shooting him a cold glare, before returning her gaze to the page in front of her.

Though, please know, it nearly killed her to ignore one of her old books being haphazardly tossed on the floor as if it meant nothing at all.

To Hyde, she supposed it didn’t. It was just an obstacle that stood in the way of what he wanted: her attention.

The second thud finally succeeded in capturing her attention, so much so that she promised not to speak to Hyde for an entire week if he knocked anymore of her books down. Threaten him with the one thing he wanted most, right? He was acting out to get her attention, because he wanted her to focus on him and entertain his whims, so threatening to withhold that for a week? He wouldn’t like that.

Though her threats, it seemed, did little to discourage him, as he challenged her demands by inching a few more volumes towards the edge of the shelf, threatening to drop them in their entirety to the floor. Her eye twitched and she did nothing to try and stop that.

She doesn’t move from her seat, but she does set her book aside. Emerald magic surrounds the next two books to tumble from the shelf, allowing them to levitate mid-air before impacting with the ground. The same energy appears around the two volumes already on the floor, carefully hoisting them up so the entire group of books can move to a little table beside Loki.

Her eyes, however--just as brightly intense as her magic--never left Hyde threatening to tumble more books over the edge.

“I am not going to reward you for pissing me off, Hyde. I’m not going to give you anything. I’m not going to make a bargain with you to not destroy my things because I’m not negotiating this. You’re being a right, proper arse. You don’t deserve nice things from me because you stopped holding my books hostage,” she snarled, clearly angry despite a tiny voice at the back of her mind telling her not to be. That’s what Hyde wanted, in reality. He so did seem to love getting off on the notion that Loki was angry with him.

She hadn’t quite figured out the best ways to get Hyde to stop when he got like this. Their relationship was still new enough that she was learning about him and he was learning about her in turn and while it would have been far more effective to just... grow upset with her lover, get sad, pout, maybe shed a tear or two, she hadn’t done that enough to establish a pattern of him really not liking it.

And she was oh-so protective of her beloved books, many of which were actually older than her and needed to be handled with care. Fortunately, Hyde hadn’t selected any issues that were too fragile to toss on the floor. If he had, she likely would have already been beating him.

She did, however, go the extra mile to move the rest of the books that Hyde pushed towards the edge, allowing them to float across the room and stack up on the table beside her along with the four he’d already disrespected. He hardly seemed to notice, as he was already charging across the room to where she sat, poised as elegantly and effortlessly as ever.

“You’d probably have an easier time getting me to pay attention to you if you weren’t purposefully trying to instigate a fight,” she murmured, pushing herself up so she could reach a hand up to cover his face. While her touch was soft due to how seriously she took skincare, the shove she gave him was powerful enough to force him back, giving her more than enough room to stand up so he wasn’t hovering over her anymore like some sort of predator about to pounce. 

Hunger and temptation burned in Hyde’s eyes, though. She’d seen it plenty of times before and it usually made her own blood boil. In a way, it did in this scenario as well. There was something so alluring about him purposefully trying to get her going that she found annoyingly attractive in the worst ways possible, but atop that shimmering desire was just blatant anger at him for disrespecting her things.

“I know you don’t give a damn about books, but if you give a damn about me, then you’re going to have to start respecting my possessions and what is important to me. You disrupting my studies isn’t going to make me want to go out with you and have a good time tonight, it just kind of makes me want to hit you, honestly.”

[justjen523]

Chapter 4

More Than Friends

Book 1 of the God’s Children Series

Alexandros/Elliana/Icarus

WARNING: This chapter contains material unsuitable for those under 18 years of age. 

     She led me deep enough into the water that the tips of her toes barely touched the bottom before turning to me.

     “Look, over there!” She pointed to a tiny little section of land protruding out of the water near the falls. Upon it were dozens of flowers growing wildly all around. A myriad of colors rose up making it look like a scene from a painting.

     “Can you even swim in the deep water?” I chastised her though I already damn well knew the answer. Without a word she gave me the “look” I can never say no to and subsequently, I sighed in frustration.  

     “Alright pain in my ass, hop on but don’t squirm all over or I might drop you.” Smiling excitedly, she did a little cheer before climbing onto my back. I regretted my decision immediately when I felt her naked skin pressed against my back. It was then that I realized, this woman was almost certainly trying to kill me.

     As I swam toward the little island I could feel her heart speed up at the sight before her. She was genuinely excited to see a bunch of flowers. Why did she always have to be so….frick’n adorable? I set her down gently and she crawled over to the flora breathing each one in.

     “Ohhh! These smell, mmm so wonderful! They are unlike anything I’ve ever come across in the Heaven’s Alex!”

     “Uh-huh.”

     “What?” I was smirking at her which always drove her nuts.

     “This is what you made me carry your naked ass half-way across the lake for? To smell some pretty flowers….unbelievable.” She returned a smirk of her own and smartly chose not to reply. She simply went back to smelling the damn flowers. This woman. Running a hand through my hair as I shook my head she looked up at me with those long lashes that made me putty. The rest of her face was hidden behind the flower in her hand making me lose my shit. Not wanting her to see what she was doing to me, I dove into the water and swam underneath letting my head cool. When I finally resurfaced she was smiling suspiciously. Once again my Dad’s words ran through my head only this time, it actually sunk in. Ellie….she already knows damn well how I feel doesn’t she? She knows I’m in love with her.

     “You…..”

     “Me what?”

     “Don’t play stupid, you know what.”

     “I have no idea wha-“

     “-how long have you known?” She stared at me convincingly for almost an entire minute before that innocent expression morphed into something else entirely.

     “Alex.”

     “Seriously, how long?”

     “I’ve always known. Probably before you even realized it.” You’ve gotta be kiddn’ me. My Dad was right. Women are the root of all evil.

     “So, all this time you mean to tell me you knew exactly how I felt yet you knowingly got naked in front of me?” She blushed, looking momentarily demure but that irrepressible fire inside came boiling to the surface quickly in its place.

     “Hey, you knew it too when we came here yet you never said a word to me about it. In fact, you actually lied to me about what you discussed with my Father!”

     “What?!”

     “Gee Alex, do you really think I’m that stupid?” Well this was certainly a turn of events. I didn’t expect it to come to this but seeing as we are both impossibly stubborn, I decided to teach her a lesson. I made my way back toward the shore. Alone.

     “U-Umm? Excuse me?” She shouted to me as I was getting out of the water.

     “What? I thought you weren’t stupid, I’m sure you can figure this one out on your own, right?” The death glare. The one look you never wanted to be on the receiving end of. Thankfully for me, there was a barrier currently preventing her wrath from reaching me. At least, for the time being. I wasn’t stupid either, I knew she’d be mad, but it wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t let her sit there and cool off a bit first.

     I know, I know, but Alex, can’t she just snap her fingers and transport herself back? Haha, nope. The Minister, knowing his daughter, took extra precautions to prevent her from doing anything that would cause him trouble. He temporarily removed her powers making her solely dependent on me to keep her safe. A fact she was unforgivably angry about, but that thankfully had nothing to do with me. I’m sure Zyglavis knows well how to handle his daughter. At least I hope so, for his sake.

     “Okay fine, you win.”

     “Oh I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

     “I said you win asshole!” Hahaha! It wouldn’t be a complete victory if an insult wasn’t attached. Smiling smugly the entire way, I returned to the little island she was pouting on.

     “Wipe that stupid grin off your face.”

     “My my, aren’t we touchy.”

     “Don’t push my buttons any further, I’m warning you.”

     “You know, that might have actually sounded somewhat convincing…if you weren’t naked.”

     “Oh that’s it!” She got to her feet in a fighting stance making me laugh.

     “Pffft, bring it on cupcake.” She launched herself at me giving me everything she had. If it had been any other god, they’d have been in serious trouble. Elliana was not holding anything back. She also knew however, that my special ability as a god was unrivaled strength. For her, punching or kicking me was like punching or kicking a cement wall. Not that that stopped her, no, not one bit. She was furious with me and seeing her this angry? Well I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t sexy as all hell.

     “Are you done?”

     “I’m just getting started!”

     “Alright well, hurry it up. I’d like to dry off before the sun sets.”

     “UGH!” Oh wow….I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this truly angry. She was wailing on me like there should be nothing left and I couldn’t help myself, I did the worst possible thing in a situation like this. I laughed.

     “You could at least PRETEND to fight me!”

     “Would that make you feel better?” The anger growing ever hotter made me do my job and extinguish the flames. Her next swing I caught her hand in mine and firmly held it there causing all of her actions to come to a halt. When her expression showed no signs of forfeiting I did what I always did, soothed her with words. Only this time, for the first time ever, they didn’t seem to reach her. She wasn’t simply angry, I realized she was also hurt making me regret pushing things so far in the first place.

     “Ellie, I’m sorry.”

     “No you’re not! Not even close! You….you’re such….an asshole Alex!” Fuck, now what have I done? I made her cry.

     “Yes, I am. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry woman.”

     “Ha! Like I believe you. I h-“

     “-don’t. Don’t you dare ever say that to me.”

     “I do. I ha-“

     “-I’m warn’n you, don’t fucking say it.”

     “I. Hate. You.”

     “Godammit woman! I frick’n warned you!” I firmly cupped her face in my hands and pressed my lips against hers. I didn’t care what happened next, but I needed her to never say those words to me again. Not ever.

     When I pulled away, her eyes were wide and she was panting. She touched her fingers to her lips still staring at me in disbelief.

     “Ellie….I-“ Before I could even finish my sentence her lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily and I couldn’t help myself any longer. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her naked form against my body returning her ever deepening kisses. Our tongues touched and further fueled the sexual tension burning between us.

     “More.” She breathed into my mouth as her fingers pulled their way down my chest, over my naval and hooked into my boxers.

     “Ellie….a-are you sure this is what you want? You can’t take this back. Do you really wanna waste it on me?” A tender smile filled her face as she brought one hand to my cheek caressing it gently.

     “Of course I’m sure. Nothing shared with you is ever a waste Alex. I love you.” Her words broke me, any remaining self-restraint evaporating the moment she said them.

     “Ell, you….I…I love you so much.” With that I kissed her more slowly this time but with the same intensity. Her hands tugged at my boxers until they pooled at my ankles making me as naked as she was. She gasped a moment when she felt my erection pressed firmly against her.

     “Hey, I won’t hurt you. Let’s just take this slow. Okay?” She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck once more. We lied down among her precious flowers and as I crawled atop her the beauty of her face rendered me speechless a moment. I think I may have momentarily stopped breathing.

     “Goddamn woman.”

     “W-What?”

     “…you are so incredibly beautiful.” She looked on the verge of tears as I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in. I loved how intoxicating this woman always smelled. As I slowly dragged my lips along her neck and jaw, my name breathily spilled from hers. My hand made its way between her legs and as soon as I caressed her she leaned into my touch. She was more than ready for me but this was our first time and I wanted to savor every moment of it.

     It didn’t take long before she was grinding against my hand desperate for more. When I slid a finger inside of her she immediately stopped moving as she exhaled and tensed around my finger.

     “D-Did I hurt you?”

     “N-No. I was just…surprised, that’s all.” She wasn’t being completely honest. I could always tell. She was trying to put on a brave face in front of me.

     “Ellie there’s no rush, we can always-“

     “N-No! I’m ready. Really. Just….go really slow and stop if I say stop okay?”

     “Of course. Are you sure?”

     “Y-Yeah. I trust you.”

     “Good.” I smiled before claiming her lips once again as I positioned myself above her. I could feel her body tremble as I slowly lowered my body against hers but the way she was kissing me said it was for all the right reasons. She hesitated a moment when she felt me press against her entrance but took a deep breath and nodded.

     “Ready?”

     “Y-Yeah, I’m ready.” Elliana was a virgin and for a girl I knew that this experience was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I wanted to make it as painless as possible but I quickly learned it was inevitable. I slowly pushed inside her letting her call the shots but goddamn this felt incredible. She was so hot inside I could barely contain my desire. She winced before scrunching her eyes together making me stop immediately.

     “Ell am I hurting you?”

     “It’s okay…just…keep going okay?”

     “A-Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

     “I-I know. You’re not….really. T-This is just part of the process so…please…don’t stop.” I felt bad as I stared at the discomfort on her face but she was insistent.

     “G-Go a little faster, please.” At her request I pushed a little faster and thankfully made it all the way in. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes but she was laughing and crying at the same time. I will never understand women.

     “A-Alex…I…I love you.”

    “I love you too Ell, more than you will ever know.”

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After Tokka vs Earth: Mikey got captured

So, quick check. Because for the writers it’s been years but for us a handful of months. It’s still gnawing at the back of my mind. Yes, STILL. Anyone in the fandom still frustrated that Nick TMNT got away with doing the ONE THING the turtles and Splinter were terrified of happening out of ALL the things happening, and then ended it right there, with a freaking high five and absolutely no repercussions with Mikey and Casey nor any follow up in any episode at all? Not just me. Okay.

Because the reason they’ve been living underground, hiding in the shadows, is because if humans find them, they will be handed over to government scientists who will want to study them and vivisect them and possibly kill them. That was the fear. That was the terror. Don’t get caught. ONE OF THEM GOT CAUGHT. Michelangelo, little Mikey, the baby brother, got dragged off by people in hazmat suits, strapped and pinned to a metal table, and was THIS CLOSE to being sawed open, probed, and experimented on. MIKEY WAS GOING TO BE VIVISECTED. The only reason he was not was Casey Jones breaking out of his own hold and kicking more ass than anyone has a right to kick ass – BEFORE UtromBishop sauntered in to save them both. Mikey was taken, captured, and laid out on a scary metal table with scary humans in suits and scary power tools coming right at him, his eyes rolling up in terror, his screaming mouth plugged with a scary mask, his struggling limbs helpless, his ninja skills useless. Because Raph wanted to have a chat with his space pet’s angry mom and needed Don and Leo to fly the ship. Raph gets to keep his space pet because momma realizes that he’s bonded and imprinted, and the space pet is darn cute, let’s make sure about that so everyone can go Awwww and smile through the sheer horror taking place. Mikey would be dead. They would have lost one of their own. To the very terror they were warned against their entire lives. But Raph got his space turtle puppy back and the world is saved, so Booyakasha!

Wait. Back up. Did Mikey or Casey or Bishop ever explain what happened? If so, what kind of reaction did everyone have? Did Splinter cry? Did Raph feel upset? Did Mikey have nightmares? NICK WRITERS, WHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS. THIS IS IMPORTANT. See, they never made time. They tossed it in and had no idea what a treasure trove they had. The kind of brotherly love and development that would have made the show actually epic on actual multiple levels. I think it was the end of this episode that made me realize how little the characters mean as far as development went. That and time flew by between episodes randomly like the TARDIS on speed. No resolution. Nobody freaking out. Just…yay, the end, next episode, let’s totally never talk about this horrifying event that the victim came away from completely smiling because he can’t ever be scared or sad because he’s the permanently happy one; no negative vibes please, we’re a fucking motivational poster damn it.

Where is the fanfiction on this? Where’s the fan art on this? I read…mmm…one? two? fanfics, by the same author mind you, who is just as frustrated as I, where one fic touched on the aftermath, and it took Mikey and and Casey begging Donnie for a sleepover and Donnie only just then noticing the bruises and the wide eyes and the twitching hands and the way Mikey didn’t want to be alone. No, wait, there was another one. Donnie punched Raph a lot.

Oh this show. It holds my heart in many ways, some of them hated. But with burning love and passion. It was a gem, that one scene with Mikey and creepy humans trying to hurt him in a government lab. I am absolutely certain that Bishop covered everything up nice and neat, and it was really okay because Mikey is always a positive force, and they went and had gyoza and Raph fed Chompy and awwww. And Mikey never talked to Casey about it because he didn’t need to and they’re warriors.

Months later, I am sitting with my writerbrain head in my hands, marveling at what they could have done in between “Tokka vs the Earth” and “Tale of Tiger Claw.” And yes, I’ll probably write a cutting emotional fic of my own soon and it’ll probably be from Raph’s perspective because I wanted to punch him often, and it’ll switch to Donnie’s perspective because he was the only one upset by Raph punching Mikey and because he for some damn reason is their medical officer when Raph and Mikey could knit unicycle circles around him, Raph because Splinter made him and Mikey because sewing means he gets to make pretty things.

Look, I barely remember the Tiger Claw episode.

So much writing was wasted. Ciro, I am disappointed.

And now with the magical Season Five that will conclude everything, I doubt they will ever address whether or not Splinter went to his grave knowing one of his precious sons actually experienced his worse fear for them.

Damn it, why does Chompy have to be so damn adorable?