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#my heart dropped to my puss when i saw that shit there
hnsoka · 1 year
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OH SO NO ONE WAS GONNA TELL ME I ACCIDENTALLY REBLOGGED SOME JAKE SULLY X READER ON HERE????? YALL JUST ACCEPTED THAT I READ EMBARRASSING SHIT ON THE REG???????????
Yall fake as fuck for that 😤😤 /j
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Erik getting caught fucking a sex doll and plus sized Reader catches him in the act/ Fic inspired by Tanerélle- Mama Saturn.
Warnings: Straight up SMUT. Nothing but smut.
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Y/N.
A sinful treat that Erik wanted to devour every single time he saw her. Sexy bitch. He likes a girl that’s a bit of a challenge to get into his bed. She didn’t wear her pussy power on her sleeve. Not a church girl exactly but one who’ll play mouse to his sharp-clawed cat. Y/N was exactly that challenge. She’s a plus sized model from Washington DC that Erik had the pleasure of meeting during a block party/ fundraiser in Oakland CA for the Wakandan Outreach Center.
She volunteered for one of the booths there and Erik couldn’t help but to talk to her. She compelled him. Erik found himself enjoying her east coast accent and how much she loved being a model. It was the only thing she’d ever wanted to do, and she was in it for the long haul. She was turned down plenty of times; denied opportunities because of her “shape”. Bullshit. Complete bullshit. Her shape, her overall beauty...Erik’s thoughts lingered on her pretty face and equally beautiful body even after he went home from the office, picturing her standing behind him while he showered, arms wrapped around his waist, her face nuzzled into the small of his back.
Okay...that wasn’t all he pictured. He’d pictured bending her over his California King Bed, her hands fisting the 800 thread count sheets while he plunged his fat dick deep inside of her throbbing pussy, making her cum almost instantly. He pictured her losing some of the calm control she exerted over every other aspect of her being, trusting him to be there to catch her as she trembled her way to ecstasy. From simple meet ups whenever she came around the Outreach, Y/N wasn’t the girl who threw her pussy around like a Frisbee. Fucking perfect. He liked inexperienced puss.
Good, Erik wants that. He wanted nothing more than to break that puss in hot and raw with his sizable appendage. A pretty puss that he could turn out. She’ll remember him in that pretty kitty. He’d never taken the time to actually become friends with a women without sex being involved. Y/N was just that. She would come over at times to chill with Erik, watching movies or chatting it up. Even though Erik wanted to fuck her, he still appreciates the times where they would just link up and bond. It got so crazy that Erik gave her a spare key whenever she needed a place to escape to when he was out of town with his cousin; the King of Wakanda. Every time he would come back home, her smell...nutmeg and vanilla bean would still be there. In his sheets. In his kitchen. On his couch. Ugh. He was half tempted to let her move in since she couldn’t stand living with her roommate.
“Have you ever had your big, juicy ass properly worshipped?”
That’s what he wanted to ask her while staring at her proud, thick, curves before him, imaging the luscious mocha color of her booty straining as she bounced gently up and down his big, fat dick. Her heavy bottom was the perfect roundness, a reward for Erik’s months without sex, of yearning to kneel down in front of her, to taste her sweet pussy and touch her beautiful voluptuous body.
This is all your fault, Y/N
Erik found himself doing something he hasn’t done in a long time. It was a late Thursday evening, he drove past a Sex Shop he’s been meaning to explore. Succulent was the name of it, one of the C’s blinking in and out from the faulty light bulbs. Big, read cursive letters over top of a sleazy adult toy shop in the heart of Oakland on a rainy Thursday evening. He needed a release. He hadn’t seen Y/N for a couple of days since she went to visit family in Atlantic City. She teased him with a few sexy pics in skimpy dresses and bikinis and Erik shamelessly beat his hefty dick to the images.
Parking his car, paying the meter to avoid a ticket, Erik pulled his windbreaker hood over his head to shield the rain drops, slamming his door shut before checking that the coast was clear to cross over. Once his left foot hit the cracked and wet pavement, Erik stood in front of the sex shop, rain hitting his lashes and the tip of his nose, his face illuminated by the LED lights that warmed his russet skin and sparked his nerves. In the display window, there are a few tall boxes with a picture of a very very titillating black women that looked like a cosmic beauty with an Afro and eyes that sparkles like diamonds. Her naked body glistened like some supernova sex goddess, skin like midnight. On the outside of the boxes there are big, bubble gum pink letters surrounding it.
Mama Saturn Kan Make U Kream!
Erik opens the door, a soft bell dinging above his head. The shop smelled like scented candles. The rug was a plush royal purple and the lights were dimmed to set the mood. Rows and rows filled with any and everything SEX. Occupying the register is a young black girl with long passion twists in her hair pulled up into a bun, a matching legging set colored peach with gold gladiator sandals on her feet. She’s currently standing on a step ladder, putting up the same sign in the window above a display behind the register.
Mama Saturn Kan Make u Kream!
“Hi!!!”
She was upbeat and good-humored with a pretty smile and hazel eyes. Erik returned a half smirk, the dimple in his right cheek creating a deep hollow. He removed his hood before taking his right hand to shake out his tapered dreads.
“My name is Shay, if you need any help at all, let me know,” she looked Erik over with appreciative eyes.
“I’ll let you know if I need anything Shay,” Erik says before walking further into the store, his eyes moving from left to right as he took in the scenery. Smaller shelves filled with DVD’s and porn magazines were situated in the front. Erik picked up a few to look over. Ebony Lust, XXX Cocoa, Busty Mochas, Ghetto Booty Queens...
This store must be owned by a black male or female. Erik really liked that. He could see a few white men flipping through pages, eyes as big as saucers staring at all that chocolate, divine booty and pussy on those pages, the visuals popping out at them like 3D pictures. Erik bobbed his head to Megan Thee Stallion’s- Sex Talk while peeking down a few aisles to explore. What Erik hadn’t noticed until now is that there are booths in the back with a black velvet curtain as the only concealment. Curious, gait so smooth, Erik made his way down an aisle filled with male sex toys to see what was behind those curtains.
Finally there, standing before one of them, Erik pulled the curtain back. The booth was small and cramped. It was one of those booths where you put a quarter in a slot to watch a quick porn scene. The booth and walls were nice and clean, painted black like the curtains, but Erik could only imagine how it looked before. Cum stains on the floor and on the booths, women watching the thirty second flick while rubbing themselves down. Men slipping their dicks past the velvet curtains like a glory hole so they could provide something for the women to suck and slurp on. 
“You can go in if you like. It’s only a quarter.”
Erik was alarmed when he felt a small hand rub the tension from his muscles. Turning to look over his broad shoulder, Erik’s whiskey-colored eyes fell on a 5’5, caramel skinned baddie. It was Shay, the store clerk. 
“Just make sure you wipe up when you’re finished, okay?”
Erik chuckles, releasing the curtain so that it can close, “Damn...it gets that messy, huh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Shay shakes her head with a grin, “I can’t even begin to tell you what goes on beyond these curtains...some of the shit I’ve seen...”
“Wild,” Erik licks his lips.
“Like I said, you can go inside, the flicks are only thirty seconds but it’s worth it,” She says with a honeyed tone.
“Yeah...I need more than thirty seconds to bust a nut, ma. That’s not nearly good enough.”
“Oh?” Shay folds her arms across her small cleavage, “See...I can tell you’re no amateur. You’ve probably tried a lot of the toys in here with women.”
Erik’s lips twisted in thought, eyes heavenward, “I’ve tried a lot of things...I guess you can say I’m an expert...what? You got something that will spark my interest?”
“Just the thing,” Shay walks closer, making her voice smaller, “ Mama Saturn can make you cream.”
“Mama Saturn?” Erik blinks his eyes down at Shay before pointing towards the front of the store, “You mean the sex doll in the display window? Nah, that’s not my type of thing, baby girl.”
“You’d be surprised. Ten have already been sold and they came in today. They’re selling out in other sex shops too. Thanks to one of Tony Stark’s ex-employees that worked in his artificial intelligence department.”
Erik’s eyes squinted as he elevated a single brow down at Shay. If one of Tony Stark’s ex-employees created Mama Saturn it must be an impressive design, almost like the real thing. He knew it had to cost an arm, leg, and head. Erik wasn’t going to lie, he is curious about the sex doll. He remembers laughing about men fucking sex dolls. Who would want to stick their dick in a plastic blow up doll to bust a nut? The shit was comical. 
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Shay gently squeezes Erik’s bicep, “if you change your mind about Mama Saturn, you know where to find me, handsome.” 
Erik regarded Shay as she sashayed away down one of the rows filled with erotica before disappearing completely. It was midnight and he was standing in a sex shop. He came here to buy something he probably already has packed away in one of his heavy duty suitcases at the back of his closet. Toys he hasn’t used in FOREVER since he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’s been courting Y/N for months. Yes, Erik “the pussy monster” Stevens. He didn’t earn that nickname just for the fun of it. 
He could only imagine the women he used to sleep with seeing him again. They wouldn’t hesitate to give him the finger or an evil scowl  and for the most part he didn’t blame them. He was selfish, greedy and horny in his younger years, too full of himself to appreciate the true joy a woman could bring him on all levels. Erik has never been in a situation where he wasn’t in a hurry to get a girl out of her clothes, to figure out who she was by the way she writhed, the way she moaned his name into the pillow or his ear, the way she came on his dick or his tongue. 
Deciding to get something quick; some new BDSM toys, Erik grabs a basket, filling it up with handcuffs, edible lube, vibrating tongue covers, candles for hot wax play, nipple clamps, floggers, anything so he could get home for the evening. An evening he could be spending sitting up on the phone with Y/N, her sweet voice keeping him company while he was in bed. Erik trailed to the front of the shop, standing behind a few men. One of them he noticed carried a box with the sex doll inside; the long box in front of him. 
“That will be…$105.86,” Shay watches the customer insert his chip into the card machine, his transaction completed. 
“I can help you!” Shay called to the man with the sex doll. She began ringing him up, Erik’s eyes looking at one of  the boxes in the window.
Tell me all your names, baby
Tell me all your names, I need to know
Then I'll tell you mine, baby
Then I’ll tell you mine and we can go
To past the time
Shift paradigms
Align our bodies with the sky
'Til I am yours and you are mine…
The song began to play with the surround sound of the sex shop. The sultry voice called for him, tickling his ears and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. 
I'd do anything for you
Yeah, I’d do anything for you
Baby, just say the word
And we make perfect sense
God could not resist no
I can feel the urge
To drop defense
At my expense
Allow my body to ascend
Along with yours
Let love commence…
“That’s all for you today?”
Erik was the only one left in line now. 
“Shit, it’s late as hell,” Erik spoke in his defense, “Long ass day.” 
“No problem, handsome,” Shay rings in his items, “Candles?”
“You never know,” Erik chuckles with his signature half smirk.
Close my eyes, embrace my matter
Swing my hips as if they bear the rings of Mama Saturn
Stretch my vertebrae so we can climb it like a ladder
And step into our world…
“Who is this?” Erik asks with fondness in his voice.
Mama Saturn,” Shay says with a coy smile, “Well, she’s who inspired the design of this sex doll. 
Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of the boxes in the windows. What was it that made this sex doll so compelling? Maybe it was because he was aching for a sexual release. Maybe because he wanted to know why this sex doll was so popular. Did it do tricks? Did it talk to you? Was it designed to feel like the real thing? A really pussy?
“...how much for one of those sex dolls?”
Shay tried to fight a smile but the corners of her lips couldn’t help but to turn up. 
“2,000.” Shay says flat out.
“Makes sense,” Erik didn’t flinch at the price, he expected it to be that much especially since it was created by an ex-coworker of Tony Stark. 
“Last chance,” Shay teases, all of his other items priced at $78.86.”  
“Shit, why not, add one to the total.”
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Friday Evening
“hmmm what can you do?” Erik paced his bedroom in a pair of grey sweats and a plain white T-shirt. The manual for Mama Saturn rested between his fingers, the doll itself sitting in a recliner chair in his bedroom. The doll was indeed impressive. The skin felt so real, the face just as mind blowing. Erik honestly felt that 2,000 was a snag compared to what it should be retailed for. He had it charging since this morning since he planned on testing it out tonight. 
“Mama Saturn can make you cream...I act out live fantasies for you...charge me up and take me for a ride...you won’t even tell the difference between the real thing and me...”
Erik shakes his head before folding up the instructions. He looked over at Mama Saturn sitting in the chair, the eyes on that doll feeling more and more realistic the longer Erik gazed. Tearing his eyes away, Erik reached for his glass tumbler filled with cognac, taking a long sip. Was he really going to fuck a sex doll? The thought of it has him laughing into his glass. Wiping liquor from his chin, Erik’s phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Erik pulls it out to find Y/N calling him. Placing his drink down, Erik answers the call, resting on the edge of his bed.
“Hello?”
“Erik?” 
He felt warmth creep up his belly.
“Hey,” He says with a soft spoken voice. 
“I missed you,” She sighs, “I had to cut my vacation short.”
“I missed you too,” He really wanted to tell her to come see him since her trip ended so quickly, “Wasn’t even there for 48 hours.”
“Well...my family is pretty broken. I was hoping to make amends but that didn’t work out. I was not going to be there for two more nights and deal with it.”
Erik lays back against his bed, sliding the instructions to Mama Saturn to the side, “If i were there to keep you company the trip would have been better...am I lying?”
She giggles, “No. you would have made it even better.”
Y/N grew silent on the other end, the sound of her turn signal blaring through the phone.
“Where are you?” Erik asks.
“I’m on my way home from the airport. I’m tired, I need some sleep. I have a lingerie shoot in the AM.”
“Jet lagged, huh?” Erik runs his fingers through his dreads, “Once you get in that house you’re ass is gonna be passed out on the couch.”
“I know! I was thinking damn it’s a Friday night and I’m usually eating Chinese with Erik intstead of by myself on his couch but yessss I am entirely too tired to stay up late. Rain check?”
Erik hopes he didn’t have disappointment in his voice when he responded, “Yeah, of course. If you’re free tomorrow you can come over.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Erik...let me get off of this phone, I’m almost home. Night, Erik!”
“Night, ma,” Erik ends the call, resting his phone against his chest, “Damn…”
Erik looks up and over his head at the sex doll. Lifting up, stretching his arms above his head, Erik exhales before removing his sweats and his T-shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked now minus the gold chain around his neck and his Nike socks. His dick was semi erect between his legs, resting against his inner thigh. The minute he went to grab his smooth, brown dick it thrummed against the palm of his hand. Erik rolls his tongue along the inside of his left cheek.
Standing, Erik walks over to his closet, opening it and grabbing one of his suitcases filled with sex toys. Opening the suitcase, Erik grabs a bottle of lube before closing it back up. Erik shook the bottle, the contents inside sloshing around. Erik with his lube in hand walked over to Mama Saturn seated on his recliner chair. He stood before the sex doll, his eyes dancing over it, wrapping his mind around the fact that he was about to fuck the shit out of this doll. Grabbing the remote control that came with it, Erik admires the different vibration and pulse settings. 
Erik grabs the sex doll, bringing it to his bed before resting it in the middle of it. Even caressing the thighs was bizarre. Eyebrows disappearing behind the curtain of tapered dreads resting over his forehead, Erik pulls the legs apart on Mama Saturn, eyes growing wider the more he stares at her “pussy”.
“No fucking way,” Erik was stunned. 
Before him is a pussy molded for him to deep-dive into. The ULTRASKYN material is smooth. He was going to need A LOT of lube to help his fat dick glide inside of Mama Saturn’s soft, fully detailed vagina. Erik takes his finger tips to stroke the outer lips of her mound. Erik cracked a smile when he used his finger to insert inside of the realistic sex doll. Flexible, walls covered with countless ridges to create a realistic sensation. 
“Shit,” Erik says barely above a whisper, “they weren't playing when they made you…”
Erik removes his finger, grabbing up his lube to cover his dick and balls generously before doing the same thing to Mama Saturn’s vagina and...how impressive, her asshole. Three holes to explore including her life-like mouth with lips so full. Mama Saturn is amazingly detailed from the smooth texture of her skin to her brown eyes with luxurious lashes, curly fro, and plump lips. Erik decided to try out the mouth first. His dick hasn’t been in a woman’s mouth for months. This will have to do for now until he finally gets a chance with Y/N. 
Using his fingers, Erik opens her mouth, amazed to see a smooth pink tongue and a deep throat. It’s a sex doll so he knew it would be never ending. His pipe would be able to go deep in all three of her holes without a barrier. Grabbing his dick at the base, jerking it, Erik lines his dick up with the mouth on Mama Saturn before pushing himself fully inside. 
“Ooh?” Erik shuttered, his gluteal muscles tight, “fuck...fuckk.”
Shocked, confounded, dazed, Erik stared down at the doll like it came to life and slapped him across his pretty face. What else can you do, he thought before grabbing the remote, pressing a random button. His body almost fell on top of the sex doll. Erik just knew that there was some man out there, lonely and undesired who would marry this fucking doll. Mama Saturn’s mouth and throat are lined with stimulators to make Erik bust strong and hard. The squishy, ribbed texture along with the way it pulsates and vibrates had Erik grabbing a fist full of the doll's hair that felt so silky smooth to the touch, the curls coiling around his thick fingers.
“Goddamn,” He whispered shallowly from his lungs, “ahhhHHH, fuck this fucking doll ain’t no joke!” He spoke through clenched teeth.
Who knew a damn sex doll would make his balls tight and heavy with cum and his dick so damn hard he could bench press a barbell. His thrusts became even more sloppy, hips smashing into the realistic face of Mama Saturn. So much room for him to swivel his hips, ram his dick in hard and fast, and yank and pull her hair. No teeth, just straight slippery ridges giving him an ultimate sensation. 
“Unh, shit,” Erik felt the muscles in his back flex, “Shit is so deep.” 
Deeper than the real thing. Nothing compared to the real thing, NOT AT ALL but Erik could understand in that moment while his dick went in and out with a gluttony to cum why this toy sold as much as it did. One thing for him to check off his list of sexual exploration. The sheen of sweat on his back trickled down over his ass and the muscles in his arms trembled the more he lowered that doll's mouth over his dick. 
“SHIT- oh my fucking God-“
Erik pulls his dick out, stroking it a good two times before his thick, tasty cum landed on the doll's face. It was the vibrations and the pulses. He’d never cum that quick from oral. 
“Mmmm,” He moans, before rubbing the last bit of his nut on the doll’s face, “This is so wild.”
Dick still poked out and nowhere near softening up, Erik pries Mama Saturn’s legs apart, staring down at the realistic vagina with horny curiosity. Once again, Erik slips his fingers inside, closing his eyes and imagining that it was Y/N’s pussy he was fingering. She had to have the fattest pussy ever, not to mention the wettest pussy ever. She would probably cover his entire hand with her slick juices. Biting his lip, Erik lines his sensitive, wide tip up with the tight opening on that damn doll. With a slight shake of his head, Erik’s dick slipped past the flesh-like labia before fully burying inside. 
“Ugh! Shit!” Erik’s head flew back, eyelids flickering, “Shit don’t make no sense…”
He was frustrated with himself for fucking a sex doll when he could be ten inches deep in Y/N’s pussy with his balls slapping her ass. Hips pistoning in and out of Mama Saturn while his sweat dropped from the tip of his nose, Erik kept his eyes closed as he imagined this doll being Y/N, staring up at him with her innocent brown eyes, confused and moaning. He imagined that he was with her, sliding hot and nasty against her sweaty body, watching her arch and stretch as he pulled his dick almost all the way out of her gorgeous, slick pussy, then slamming it back in and making her scream. 
“Y/N...damn...your pussy feels so good Y/N...I knew that puss would be nice and tight for daddy’s fat dick, baby...I just wanna make you cum, girl...fuck...I just wanna feel that sticky cum all over this big-fucking-dick-
“Erik?”
“Yeah? I’m in that pussy baby? Daddy fucking that pussy?”
“Erik…”
“Yeah, call daddy’s name like that, Unh fuck, girl...pussy is so damn good-
“Erik!”
His eyes popped open almost instantly when he heard Y/N’s voice elevate. The vibration from Mama Saturn shot straight to his heavy sack before Bam!!!! His cum filled that toy to the hilt. Erik pulled his body away from the doll, staring at it with bewildered eyes while his dick bobbed up and down between his legs. Did it just speak? Now his mind was really playing tricks on him…
“Erik-Erik I’m, I’m so sorry.”
A jarring expression on his sweaty face, Erik turns towards the entrance to his room to find Y/N standing there in a fabletics outfit with a Nike cap covering her braided hair, white Nike huarache on her feet, and a take out bag in her left hand. She was frozen, her eyes dancing between the doll covered in his cum and his naked body glistening and still very much hardened. 
“Y/N-
“I’m really fucking sorry Erik, oh, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry I feel so bad for walking in on you like this, Erik shit, I’m sorry-
“I...I thought you were going home?” 
“I...was...but...I…” she instantly stopped speaking. Y/N’s eyes could not stop looking at the doll and Erik’s body. She was half-tempted to drop the food and scurry away but the scene in front of her eyes…
“Y/N? How long have you been standing there?”
Longer than she would like to admit. When Erik hung up she decided last minute to surprise him with food. Y/N wanted badly to see Erik, hoping that tonight would finally be the night that he would take advantage of her but instead he’s taking advantage of a sex doll that he envisioned was herself taking his big ass dick. All that dick that he was giving to a sex doll…
“I’m just...I think...Erik I’m sorry,” Y/N turned on her heels, taking wide strides to his kitchen to drop off the food and rush out of his luxury apartment. She didn’t know that having his key would lead to her walking in on him having a blast with a sex doll. She felt embarrassed. Erik looked abashed for a second but then his body seemed to relax, his nudity and the sex doll with its legs wide open before him just another thing in his room. 
“Y/N! Wait!” She could hear Erik getting up from his bed. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Erik walking towards her, still naked, dick swaying, eyes soft and pleading for her to stay. 
“Erik, I’m sorry,” She couldn’t stop apologizing. She was at his door, twisting the knob when his hand grasped her shoulder. Y/N didn’t turn, she couldn’t bring herself to face him while his amazingly-built body and that beautiful, fat dick stares back at her, inviting her. 
“Stop apologizing,” He used force, turning Y/N completely, her back pressing against the door hard. She turned her head away from him, looking over his sweaty shoulder. 
“It’s nothing for you to feel sorry about, Y/N...I just wasn’t expecting to see you tonight…”
She could smell his sweat...it was an intensely masculine scent. The spiced nuances burned her nose, she could even smell a hint of cocoa. His entire atmosphere warmed her and electrified her body in ways she hadn’t felt since forever. Why was he doing this? Standing before her, looking down at her with his blazing eyes, fully naked and still as stiff as concrete. 
“Last minute decision,” she stuck her hand in a small pocket on the side of her athletic leggings, “Here...your key back-
“Nah,” Erik folded his hand over hers, “Keep it...I like it when you use it...makes me think you live here with me…”
She looked at him then. Their eyes matched the same compulsion. 
“What?” He asks with a whisper.
“...Erik, I should go,” Y/N went back to twisting the knob but her eyes stayed glued to his, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He closed his eyes before raising a single brow, “I really wish it was you instead, Y/N...I really wish it was you, girl.”
His eyes opened and THAT'S when things really turned up. His body pressed into hers, the flesh of his girthy dick resting against her stomach from their height difference. He was still sticky down there from using lube to fuck that doll. She swallowed spit, lower lip trembling as she watched his face get dangerously close to hers. 
“You don’t know how bad I need you,” He mumbles, “Stay, please? here,” Erik reaches for her hand, Y/N’s fingertips touching the swollen, wide tip of his dick. She gasped, eyes glossy. Erik made her wrap her hand around his dick, her fingertips barely touching. 
“Please?” His eyes swam with lust as he studied her face.
The urgency in his voice made her quiver. This was too much to unfold at the moment. The doll was still on his bed. Could she really have sex with him right now after he just ejaculated inside of a fake vagina? His fingers lightly touched her hips and Y/N’s lower lip rested between her teeth. While she nibbled nervously, Erik’s warm breath tickled her cheek. His lips were so close. 
“I wanna fuck you,” He whispered, “I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N.”
“Not now, Erik,” Y/N pushed herself away from him gently, quickly opening the door, “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t look back, her mind was swirling with tremendous confusion. She did have an early shoot in the AM and she was indeed jet lagged. As he called her name, his voice desperate, Y/N decided to take the staircase so he wouldn’t follow her, or worse, pick her up and carry her back into his apartment, MAKING HER STAY. She stopped on the next level to catch her breath before deciding to take the elevators the rest of the way down. How was she going to face him the next day after what she just witnessed? She had to sleep it off.
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Y/N sat down on a fluffy white sofa after shooting her last few pictures with her personal photographer. Dressed in a black leather lingerie set with matching leather gloves and a choker that spelled out Baby Girl in silver lettering, Y/N thought about what happened just six hours prior. 
She didn’t call or text Erik. She couldn’t bring herself to do it yet. He gave her space even though a part of her missed his silly texts. He liked to send her voice messages instead of typing. She didn’t complain, his husky voice was ear porn for her. 
“We did good today,” Her photographer, Bruce, a good friend and talented artist says while looking at her pictures on his camera, “You just get sexier and sexier every time I see you.”
She blushed, “Thanks, Bruce. When are you going to show me those sexy polaroids of your fiancé and all her thickness?”
“I’ll bring them next week, I promise,” Bruce walks away to put his camera in its designated bag.
“Let me get dressed,” Y/N stood up from the sofa, “I’ll lock up, Bruce, you don’t have to worry about it. Go home and take your fiancé to brunch.”
“You’re sure? Ain’t no rush for me.”
“I’m positive, go on,” Y/N waved him away while grabbing a robe from her vanity to put on, “Treat her to some food and have a good time.”
“Thanks, Y/N, I’ll see you next week, Aight? I got Jayla hooking you up with a sexy set of dresses. I’ll see you at 8 AM, next Saturday.”
“Can’t wait! Bye Bruce!”
Y/N gave him a final wave as she watched him leave the studio. She was just about to gather her things and get dressed when a knock came to the studio door. Y/N sat her things back down, walking towards the front of the studio and finding a man standing at the door, his head downcast as he typed on his phone. She couldn’t make out his face because it was shielded behind a hood. He wore a denim jacket over his hood with a pair of black cargo pants and black and white Jordan 13’s on his feet. 
Her phone rang. Reaching into her robe pocket, Y/N pulls out her phone. 
Erik.
Her eyes shot up towards the door, his eyes staring back at her through the glass. There was no use in ignoring him, he could see her through the glass, wrapped in a robe. With an irregular breath, Y/N walked to the door, unlocking it before stepping away. Erik opened the door, pulling his hood off of his head before allowing the door to swing shut behind him. He turned, locking the door before facing her again with searching eyes. 
“How was the shoot?” He asks while placing his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket.
“It was great, always great,” Y/N’s eyes darted around the studio, “What are you doing here?”
“Figured I would try to show up and see you work but I’m too late,” Erik’s eyes burned into hers, “Then I figured we could get something to eat and talk about what went down last night before you ran away from me.”
She wasn’t getting out of this. Y/N motioned for Erik to follow her towards the back of the studio where Bruce’s backdrops and furniture were. Erik took a seat on the white sofa, Y/N right next to him, folding her shiny, chocolate legs. Erik couldn’t help but to glimpse a peek of her smooth legs and the little bit of cleavage that teased him through the small opening at the top of the robe. Beneath that thick robe was a body he wanted so deeply he shivered. There was so much to see and taste and touch. If he pulled that robe from her body he wouldn’t know where to start or finish. 
“I ain’t expect for you to see all of that,” Erik spoke with his hands, eyes glancing over at her from time to time, “how did you feel when you saw me fucking the doll?”
“Uhm…” Y/N adjusted her hips on the sofa, “It was shocking...I guess I was a little turned on by it…” she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“If you were turned on...why didn’t you stay?” 
Y/N batted her lashes as she gave him a once-over, “Because it was too much to deal with. The doll...your body…”
“Hm,” Erik observed her with his whiskey eyes, “I really wish you would have stayed with me…”
“I will tonight...I am right now,” She gave him a soft, timid smile.
“Yeah...you are right now,” Erik bites his lower lip, “I’ve been wanting you for months now, Y/N...you heard what I said last night while I was fucking the doll?”
She nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip before shaking her head, “I don’t remember.”
Erik scoots closer, grabbing one of Y/N’s hands, “I said that I wanna make you cum.”
With a shivering inhale, Y/N’s hand in Erik’s became sweaty. 
“I’m tired of playing games when I know you’re feeling me too...I know you want me just as much as I want you. I waited for months, I’m tired of fucking around, Y/N.”
“I do want you, I just didn’t want to rush into things. I didn’t want to get my hopes up about you so damn fast but I just couldn’t help myself...Seeing you like that last night I…”
Her brown eyes blazed into Erik’s. Y/N scoots closer, her hand nervously reaching out to tug on the collar of his denim jacket, “How long have you wanted to fuck me, Erik?”
“Since the first time I laid eyes on you,” Erik stared down at her hand pulling harder, the fabric applying pressure against his neck. His smile was that of a predator spotting its prey, victory assured. Pure, dumb-founded lust was painted on her beautiful, round face. 
“Same,” She says barely above a whisper, “Oh, Erik.”
That was an invitation to pull her on his lap. Erik wrapped his arms around her plump body, his left hand coming up to palm the back of her head so that he could hold her steady while his thick tongue slipped past her lips and into her warm mouth. Y/N reached up to grasp his shoulders, her breath halting each time Erik’s tongue would graze hers. 
“Take this off,” He spoke against her lips, “I need to see all of you…”
Without hesitation, lips still pressed against his, Y/N opened her robe before shimmying it off her shoulders, letting it fall on the floor.
“Damn...this is exactly what I pictured.” 
All her curves...all that chocolate skin...everything for him to bite and lick on. 
“You looking sexy as fuck in my lap, ma,” Erik’s hands couldn’t resist reaching behind her and rubbing her sizable cheeks.
“All this ass…” He wanted nothing more than to pull all of her weight down on his dick, “You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now-
“Please?” She begged.
“You remember how I put this dick in that doll? I was fucking that doll like crazy wasn’t I? with all this big dick you sitting on?”
Visions of him screwing that sex doll with all of his fat dick has her more than prepared to take him right there on that couch no matter how many times it needed to be. She’d fuck him and let him put her body in different positions. Anything he wanted, anything he imagined himself doing, he can do that shit. 
“Stand up,” Erik instructed with his hands resting on Y/N’s hips. 
She stood from his lap, the sexy lingerie making his mouth water. Erik rose from his seat, taking off his denim jacket and his hoodie. With a white beater stretched across his vigorously ripped body, Erik wraps his toned, bulging biceps around Y/N’s waist, kisses long and hot-blooded while he backs her against a nearby wall. Y/N fought for oxygen between kisses, releasing her lips to inhale but it only lasted a millisecond because Erik’s hungry lips were back on hers. 
As sexy as the lingerie was on her beautiful body Erik needed to see all of her before him. Reluctantly releasing his lips from hers, Erik presses his forehead against Y/N’s, his hands trailing over the patent leather of the bra and panties she wore. The set barely covered her breasts or her ass. Heavily breathing against her cheek, Erik reached around to unclamp the bra that was struggling to hold up her DD’s. She didn’t stop him, she didn’t tell him no, she simply allowed him to pull the leather from her smooth chocolate skin. 
“They are so fucking pretty,” Erik kisses down her neck, “delicious titties baby…” his lower lip poked out when he got closer to her dark brown nipples, “I ain’t even put your titty in my mouth yet and look what you got my dick looking like…”
She heard his zipper, his jagged, labored breath tickling her nipples, “Look what I got for you…”
She took in the sight of his big black dick and at the moment she could already feel her pussy expanding to take all of him. The throbbing deep inside of her itched to feel just how much that fat dick would pound her. Y/N isn’t nowhere near experienced with big black dicks but staring at Erik’s thick pipe made her want to learn with speedy delight. sucking a dick like that she just has to get that mouthful of sperm.  She wanted to slow down, take her time and really ENJOY the sheer pleasure of licking, sucking, feeling, smelling and just making him feel the best he’s ever felt before. 
“Damn, Erik…” Y/N licks her bottom lip, “that’s a big fella.”
Erik chuckles, “can you take it though? That’s the question,” His hands came up to squeeze one of her breasts, “big ass titties...you are just perfect.” He was amazed by her sheer motherfucking sexiness. Tongue dripping spit Erik lowers his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Face in between her titties Erik felt smothered in the best way the more she squirmed. Staring at them now they looked bigger than what he expected which makes the situation even better. 
Y/N stroked his dick with a twist of her wrist while Erik’s hips thrust back and forth into her hand. She took the time to memorize his length and thickness while slowly jerking him into extreme stiffness. Erik has her breasts covered in saliva the more he nibbled and sucked. 
Hissing, Erik removes his lips from her hardened nipple, “put your hands up on the wall.”
Y/N turned, her back arched with her hips propelled back against his dick. Erik got down on his knees, her ass hovering about him, and pulled down her patent leather panties. The tight leather was a struggle to get over her big ass. The panties were digging into her thick thighs and she struggled to stay arched against the wall with her titties smashed. 
“Erik,” She called to him, trying to look over her shoulder, “What are you about to do to me?”
Her timid voice has Erik’s dick pointed straight up like a skyscraper. The visual before him, her plump pussy lips peeking at him from the back with her large, wide ass...Erik couldn’t resist giving each cheek a solid slap, the sound echoing in the room as the sting reverberated in his palm, “Have you ever had this big, juicy ass properly worshipped?”
“No,” came her muffled reply as Erik spread her open and let his thick, long tongue explore her sweet curves. His hands pressed painfully into her twin globes before spreading them as far as they could go, giving himself room to taste her sensitive pussy. 
“Unh, Erik,” she whimpers. 
Erik curled his tongue into a point and dove right in while his finger circled her asshole, teasing it. She took in a sharp breath, her ass jiggling from the pressure he applied. Erik could tell that she never took any dick up her ass and he would surely be the first to introduce it to her. 
“Spread your thighs, girl,” Erik commanded, “I’m tryna eat…”
“Fuck, Erik,” Y/N felt his thumbs stroke her wet pussy lips before they parted her pussy lips. Awaiting his assault, Y/N clawed the wall with her acrylic nails. Her mouth fell open wide when she felt his tongue dip in and out of her back door. He was tongue-fucking her ass on his knees, madly slurping and getting it nice and wet. She would have never imagined a man doing that to her, EVER. 
“Oooh, Erik! Oooh shit!” 
Erik worshipped Y/N’s ass like he would never get another chance, his tongue savoring her sweetness while her pussy juices dripped. Her pussy needed attention too so Erik moved his tongue up and down from her ass to her clit while his sturdy thumbs kept her pussy lips open. 
“Ugh, Damn, girl,” Erik swallowed spit, his face shiny, “don’t know where I want my tongue first...this big ass or this fat pussy…”
“All over me, please!” 
“Let me taste that clit,” Erik’s lips sucked her clit into his mouth. His eyelids fluttered the more he savored her. Her sweet, sweet pussy compelled him to bury three of his fingers inside of her pussy. When she felt the thickness of his fingers enter her, Y/N shouted, reaching back to hold one of her hefty cheeks open. 
“Yes, yes, yes!!!” Erik heard her cry, a little louder than before as he pressed his three fingers deep into her tight tunnel. With her hips rocking back on his hand, Erik feasted on her bottom, her strikingly soft mounds against his cheeks massaging him while he coaxed her into an orgasm. 
“Yes! Erik yes! Please keep doing that! Oh God! Erik I’m cumming!!!!!!!” 
Quickly, Erik’s fingers left her pussy to spread her ass cheeks extensively, his entire mouth wrapped around her pussy as best as he could since she’s so damn fat down there. He could feel her sticky syrup coat his tongue. He could eat her ass and pussy all damn day but now he needed to be inside of her. Slow stuffing, balls deep, make her cream. That was his motto. He wanted to make her cum on his dick so damn bad. 
“Come here,” Erik barked out, picking Y/N up and carrying her to the sofa. He lays her down on her back, spreading her legs wide open for him while she leaned back on her elbows watching. Erik couldn’t wait to get his dick inside of her. The second her pussy lips parted and her tight, wet hole winked at him Erik fisted his dick, dipping his hips low before sliding inside of her. Her head fell back against the sofa, braids resting over her eyes and a steady moan escaping her mouth. 
While her head twisted from side to side, Erik watched the way his dick went in and out of her pussy. He loved the sounds her pussy made whenever he pulled his dick all the way out to his wide tip before sliding back in. She was the wettest. Each time he pulled out her juices would gush out. 
“This pussy is swallowing this big dick, girl...you ain’t tell me it was this deep...ain’t flinch at all when I got up in this fat pussy.”
“No,” She moaned.
“It’s cuz this pussy needed my dick, huh?”
“Yes,” She closed her eyes, savoring the way his curved erection bounced off her walls, “yes...yes...yes.”
“Yes yes what?” Erik asks while pounding into her on the edge of the couch, “you got my balls heavy with this nut, what’s that yes for, huh?”
“Your dick is just so big inside of me...all up in me…”
Erik threw her legs over his shoulders and rocked into her with a force that has her ass lifting off of the couch to meet his thrusts. It was like magic to her the way her body reacted to him. She grasped his biceps, her bouncing breasts hitting her chin the more he picked up speed. He would thrust fast then slow, repeating that, making her tip over the edge.
“Can I cum please?” She pleaded.
“As long as I get to cum in this pussy, girl,” Erik pulled all the way out, his eyes staring down at her stretched hole, “Can I cum in this pretty pussy?”
“Cum in your pussy, Erik.”
That was all he needed to hear. Erik angles his hips so that he could stroke her G spot with his wide tip. Y/N’s toes curled, her thighs squeezing Erik’s neck. She felt her body shaking and convulsing while his pulsating dick reached depths inside of her she didn’t know existed. 
“Oooh, I’m gonna cum,” She mumbled, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. She hit Erik’s chest with weak blows before her heavenly pussy pulled his dick into a tight embrace. Erik growled as his glutes tensed. He could feel his veiny dick swell inside of her like he was ready to pop. Erik watched his big dick spurt thick load after thick load into her pussy. 
“Damn, Y/N, FUCK GIRL, look what you got this dick doing! Let me see all of it.”
Erik pulls out watching his jizz ooze out and on the couch. She rubbed her clit while pushing his cum out and Erik’s eyes rolled shut at the beautiful view. 
“Lift that ass up...Turn the fuck around I need some more pussy..waited too long for this...watch how I handle you girl.” 
Y/N turned around on the couch, whimpering when Erik’s hands came down on her ass hard to force her to move. As soon as she was on her stomach, Erik yanked her hips hard, pointing her ass into the air before slamming back inside of her pussy. She didn’t throw it back on him, too eager for him to do all of the work inside of her pussy. 
“Just lay there and let me take care of this pussy…”
Erik kicked off his pants, his hands slapping her ass before they grabbed hold of her plush hips so that he could bang into her. Erik watched her face, wanting to see every single reaction his fat dick gave her. He had her for sure, especially with the way she drooled on the couch. 
“Fuck yeah this pussy is good-
“Oooh-
“Yeah? You feel me digging this pussy out? Huh? This dick about to bust…”
She gasped when she felt Erik’s heavy balls hit her clit. He was pulling all the way out and slamming back inside of her with so much force her body would shake. She spaced out when he arched her back more, his hand reaching around to grab her neck from the front. 
“You ain’t going nowhere,” He spoke harshly, “You were doing so good taking my dick, baby...DON'T disappoint me.”
She heard his warning, her arms trembling the more she stayed still for him to use her pussy. 
“Think I’m playing with you? Huh?” Y/N moaned sharply, cumming on Erik’s dick again, “There you go… creaming all over this dick baby…”
“Erik,” She felt him swelling inside of her, “Erik I feel your dick! It’s stretching me!”
“That’s because I’m about to nut, stay just like that.”
“Oh, my-“
Her fat pussy lips gripped him tightly while his thick cum coated her walls again. Erik didn’t pull out, He kept thrusting until he was satisfied. She made little noises, her eyes droopy while his thick pipe covered in his white cum slowly left her pussy. His release had him shouting curse words to the ceiling in that studio. Erik’s hands left her hips, stepping away to allow her body to relax. 
He was glad he waited to have her. It was even better than what he expected. She laid back on the sofa, staring down at her pussy covered with his cum, all swollen and thoroughly beat up. 
“I can’t wait until tonight to see you, Y/N.”
She looked up at him through her lashes with her thighs still wide like she was silently telling him to get up in her some more. Bottom lip pulled tightly between her teeth, Y/N admired Erik’s cum-covered dick. 
“I wanna suck your dick,” Y/N asked but she didn’t wait for a response. Y/N was on her knees crawling to him. His glistening dick rested on her lips before she opened wide with her tongue covered in saliva, her lips drawing him in. Breathing through her nose slowly, Y/N took her time sucking more and more of Erik’s dick. 
“Shit, baby! Okay,” Erik licks his lips, “you tryna’ make me cum again, huh?”
Y/N didn’t respond to him she was all in: locked and ready to take off. The consistency in the way she sucked him even though she couldn’t take all of him...the crease in her brow and the way her head moved in sync with her warm, wet mouth made Erik moan. 
“I NEED THIS...suck daddy like you mean it.”
Y/N tried to go lower but ended up gagging, her lips pulling back so she could breathe comfortably.
“Don't worry if you can’t manage as long as you're kneeling down you will practice until you do...Ooh that’s nasty,” Erik’s mouth fell open when she went down to show his balls some attention, “you better get sloppy on this dick and stop playing.”
“Yes, Daddy,” She knew that would make him growl when she said it. 
“Got them brown sugar lips on my big black dick, mmmmm,” Erik started panting, his hands twisted in her braids, “damn...some beautiful sexy lips Unh I’m cumming baby...I’m cumming… Unh, get this nut baby…”
Erik found himself shooting off on her face because his hips jerked so frantically that his dick slipped out of her mouth. His cum hit her eyelids, trailing down to cover her cheek. Erik watched his cum drizzle down her neck, thinking about buying a ring for her after the monster head she just delivered. With an uneven breath, equally shocked by how much nut his balls produced, Y/N cleaned herself off with her fingers before doing the same to his dick. 
“Daddy didn’t even have to tell you to clean me up, such a good girl,” Erik pulled Y/N up before grabbing her neck, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure before pulling her close so he could taste himself off of her tongue, “You’re coming with me, no need in going back home when you were coming to see me later anyway.”
“True,” She blushed before sucking on his bottom lip, “When we get back to your place...more fucking?”
“You’ve been teasing me all these months...it’s time you make up for that shit...yeah, we’re fucking, girl...still gotta get in this ass.”
“I’d try it with you...I’m a little nervous though-
“You’re gonna enjoy it so much, trust me,” Erik gives her a reassuring smile with his dimples, “get dressed, baby girl.” 
Y/N slips away, walking to her vanity to get dressed while watching Erik do the same. Going back to his place this time around knowing that it’s going to involve more sex has beaming and while she rushed to get dressed. As he ties his Jordan’s Y/N thinks about the sex doll. She wouldn’t mind watching him fuck the doll while she sat in his recliner chair and fingered her pussy. She’d wait to ask him about it. 
“You’re ready?”
Y/N looked around at the studio. She could come by tomorrow and clean up a little.
“I’m ready,” She says while running her hand through her braids, walking forward to grab Erik’s hand. He lead the way to the front of the studio, both of them inflamed and fighting the urge to fuck again. 
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bittykimmy13 · 3 years
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Reward (GT Horror)
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This is a Shot in the Dark AU known at the “Dark Future AU”.
Fairies have been exposed to the world. Bounties have been placed on their captures. They’re not going down without a fight.
Shot in the Dark / Dark Future AU belongs to me and the lovely @marydublin5 / @little-miss-maggie (creator of the rad header image) <3
Warning: Blood, violence
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“Haven’t you heard those new reports?” Simon asked, anxiously glancing at the dark trees. “We shouldn’t go after them ourselves. We can just call the number about a sighting. I mean… if you’re really sure you saw one out here.”
“Bullshit,” said Kyle, his older cousin. The two of them took a careful path along the rocky shores of the creek, armed with flashlights and iron cages. “The only way to get paid is if we catch them ourselves. And I know I saw one.”
“But… they’re dangerous. The news says so. With our luck, you spotted a damn fire fairy.”
Kyle scoffed, throwing an unbothered look back at Simon. “They’re like, doll size. Besides, we got iron. They can’t do their magic shit when they’re around iron.”
Simon’s answering silence was not an agreement. Kyle knew him well enough to pick up on that, wheeling around to face him. Simon cringed as the flashlight beam was aimed at his face.
“If we pull this off, you can pay your first semester—” Kyle snapped his fingers. “—just like that. And I’ll be able to put off me and my mom’s eviction long enough to figure something out. Hell, maybe we’ll hit the fucking lotto like that guy in Oregon.”
The guy in question had made nearly 100 grand when he tracked down an entire village of fairies at the bottom of a canyon. $2,000 per fairy. $5,000 if it was a healer.
Still, Simon wasn’t convinced. Their crummy little town and the dolce woodland surrounding it were too boring for anything as exciting as fairies. But Kyle had never been easy to say no to. Especially not now. It’d be like saying that his looming eviction was not worth a night of stumbling around by the creek.
“Fine. We’ll just—” Simon cut off in a choke, squinting past the beam of Kyle’s flashlight. There was another light. A faint purple glow in the trees up ahead. It moved, jerking back as if it knew it had been spotted. “There!” Simon uttered, pointing.
As Kyle turned, the tiny purple glow darted into the trees. Simon was too stunned to move, flinching when Kyle whooped and took off at a sprint for the light.
“Let’s go!”
Snapping into action, Simon followed. It was shockingly easy to get the glow back into view again. He’d heard fairies were supposed to be wickedly fast, but that didn’t seem to be the case. This one didn’t appear to be particularly elusive either, not even attempting to fly very high out of reach. But it seemed to realize its glow was betraying it; the light flickered off.
Kyle shined his flashlight in its direction, and Simon caught sight of a little winged form. It was every tinier than he expected a fairy to be in person. The beam clearly startled it. Flight faltering, it ran into a thick clump of leaves and dropped to the ground faster than Kyle could follow with the light. There was a faint thump on the bed of dead leaves.
Both cousins stopped in their tracks.
“Shit, I didn’t see where it fell,” Kyle huffed, though his eyes already glittered with victory. “I’ll check this side, and you check there. And you watch your fucking step.”
Heart pounding, Simon carefully picked his way closer to the trees. Stooping, he searched the dry leaves with his flashlight. The beam passed over a spot of sky blue that was entirely out of place. He darted the light back to it, and his heart felt like it stopped altogether.
The little figure was shivering, curled up on its side with its face buried in its arms. Its blue hair was in two long braids. The longer he stared, the more he was certain that it was a kid—a little girl who couldn’t be older than seven or eight.
Unable to utter a word, Simon was suddenly concerned about the height of her fall, wondering if she had broken anything. He set aside the iron cage and forgot it entirely, reaching out slowly to the minuscule form cowering among the leaves.
His fingertip brushed her elbow, and he flinched back immediately, feeling like he’d break her from a single touch. She peeked up from her arms with wide eyes. Tears stained her tiny face. He felt like he was trembling as badly as she was. Her gaze lifted higher and higher until she could spot his face. Her jaw dropped in horror as though she was looking at a monster—and he definitely felt like one at the moment.
“U-um,” he said under his breath. “A-are you hurt? No, wait—don’t—” He dropped his hand behind her to stop her from skittering under the cover of the roots.
Her wings bumped against his palm, and she curled into a ball. She shrieked—a sound that sliced through the quiet woods despite her size.
Kyle gasped and was at Simon’s side in an instant, kneeling down.
“Yes!” Kyle crowed.
Simon was too frozen to react as Kyle swept the tiny fairy into one hand, abandoning his iron cage as well. The little girl cried and pleading incoherently, pushing at his fingers with life-or-death desperation. Simon finally snapped out of it when he saw the elated look on Kyle’s face—they couldn’t possibly be looking at the same thing.
“Wait.” Simon clutched Kyle’s shoulder, shaking his head slowly. “We… we can’t. Not her. This—this is wrong.” He could barely force the words out while the little girl’s wails tore at his heart.
“What, you’re gonna puss out on me now, man? I heard bringing in kids is a higher reward. They’re easier to manage.”
Simon gaped, wondering when the guy he had looked up to all his life had become such a vile stranger. “We can’t do this!” he insisted.
“Fine, forget about splitting the cash, then. Just don’t come fucking crawling to me whe—” There was a sharp crackle of splintering wood, and Kyle’s words cut off with a croak.
At first, Simon couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. The nearby roots had… had jumped up like spikes. The tips were not visible because they were buried in between Kyle’s ribs. He stayed knelt there in shock, held up by the roots that punctured him.
A glowing green figure swept in close and snatched the little girl from Kyle’s grasp. She was a full-grown fairy woman. She hugged the child and shushed her while she wept herself. “We t-told you not to wander—we told you!”
Simon’s gaze drifted further until he saw the blue glow of a third fairy—a man holding his hands out in Kyle’s direction. The man closed his fists and jerked his hands back. The roots shot back out of Kyle and receded back into the earth.
“NO!” Simon yelled, dropping to Kyle’s side, clutching his arm desperately. Kyle’s eyes were still wide, glazing over as a growing pool of darkness stained his t-shirt. His mouth moved with unintelligible words. Blood gurgled from his mouth and dripped down his cheeks.
A choked sob rattled through Simon. He looked to the fairies, who were still hovering a short distance away. He was next. He had to be. Without thinking, he lunged for one of the cages. The woman, holding her weeping daughter with one arm, shot her hand out. A sharp gust of wind came from nowhere and thwarted Simon’s attempt to grab his defense. He huddled against Kyle, watching the little figures with cold fear.
A part of him still thought he could get Kyle to a hospital and forget any of this ever happened. If he could convince the fairies to let them go.
“I-I’m sorry,” Simon whimpered, looking between the two adult fairies. “Please… we… we won’t tell anyone. P-please.”
The man, stone-faced, looked at the woman.
The woman laid her cheek on the top of her daughter’s head. The little girl would not stop crying, holding desperately to her mother. The woman’s lips pulled back in a snarl, hatred brimming in her eyes as she regarded Simon.
“I don’t believe you,” she said simply.
She shouted something in a language Simon didn’t understand, throwing her hand out. His next breath never came.
It was as if the air had been scooped from his lungs. He tried to inhale, but his body wouldn’t allow it. He croaked, staying on his knees as his back arched. The edges of his vision began to darken. He clawed at his throat, looking up at the faint starlight glimmering through the branches and leaves. His lungs were on fire, and he couldn’t even scream from the agony.
The darkness spread, crawling closer to the center of his vision until the smallest pinprick of light vanished.
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alolowrites · 3 years
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Gold Coins and a Gold Heart
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Summary: Bakugou is forced to help give out candy at your factory’s annual Halloween trick-or-treating event—costume included. 
Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m back with another story and this time it’s for Bakugou (yay!!). It is a sequel to Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth! I had fun writing this, so hopefully you all enjoy it too :D 
Word Count: 1.6K+
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Bakugou collapsed on the chair.
His afternoon patrol was crazier than usual today, which meant only one thing—it was Halloween. The early dumbasses roamed the streets like brainless hooligans disturbing the peace. As always, Bakugou reined them in with a simple blast to the face. It was fun at first, but Bakugou’s patience was wearing thin after dealing with the twentieth fool that day.
He ripped the mask off and closed his eyes. All he wanted was some peace and quiet—
“Knock, knock!”
He spoke too soon.
Bakugou’s irritated eyes watched as you gleefully skipped toward his desk with a large garment bag. Your beaming smile never wavered despite feeling the hero’s heated glare; you were practically immune to it. An exasperated sigh left his lips. Bakugou knew better not to ignore you whenever you visited him. You were persistent, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with your childish pestering afterward.
“What do you want?”
“I don’t even get a ‘hello’? My heart, babe,” you pouted, gripping the bag in your hands. Bakugou mumbled a half-assed greeting in return. A shit-eating grin stretched across your face; he was so whipped. “Thank you. So, are you excited for tonight?”
“What’s tonight?” Bakugou rested his chin above his hand, barely paying attention to you.
“The annual trick-or-treating festivities at my factory!”
“And?”
“Don’t tell me you forgot,” you huffed, slamming the garment bag on his desk. Bakugou jumped, mouth ready to bark. You wagged a finger at him like a parent scolding a child. “Ah, ah, ah! You promised me you were going to help give out candy tonight for Halloween.”
“Since when!?”
“Glad you asked!” you clasped your hands together, standing up straight. Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised if you whipped out a detailed PowerPoint to support your case. “On September 18th at exactly 10:48pm, you agreed to help me out. As a matter of fact, your exact words were ‘Yeah, I’ll do the damn thing’ in between our passionate make-out session—”
“Oh, for fucksakes!”
“You still promised!” Seconds later, you added: “Besides, you can’t back out of this. Kioshi officially added it to your schedule, and your PR team approved it, so you’re going!”
“I’m gonna kill Small Head.”
You rolled your eyes. “No, you’re not. Stop being such a drama-hoe.”
“Fine, I’ll do this stupid event,” Bakugou’s finger lifted the bag before letting it fall again. “What’s this?”
“Your costume, silly!”
“I’m not wearing a fucking costume!”
“Oh, don’t be such a sour puss,” you chastised him, walking around his desk and planting yourself on his lap. Bakugou made no move to push you off, but he also refused to look at you. Your soft, lovable kisses peppering along his cheek proved otherwise. “I know wearing a costume sounds stupid for you, but it’s Halloween, Katsuki.”
“Can’t I just go as Ground Zero?”
“You’re Ground Zero every day! Halloween means dressing up as someone you’re not.”
“This is stupid…”
“No, it’s not,” you slapped his chest lightly. As Bakugou continued to brood, you lifted his chin and bopped his warm nose. “C’mon—your fans will love it, the kids will love, and, most importantly, I will love it. Won’t you do it for me?”  
Bakugou’s throat tightened at the sound of your melodic voice; it was like pure honey. On the surface, it sounded innocent, but Bakugou knew this voice well. You only played this card when you wanted something from him. At first, the hero refused to succumb to your wicked spell. Except it was hard when your delicate fingers danced across his hero costume. A shudder ran down his spine, and he squirmed slightly—you drove him over the edge.
You shot Bakugou a smug smile when he gripped your waist. His intimidating glare proved useless against you. Especially since you both knew who won this battle. Bakugou banged his head on the leather chair, grumbling a curt ‘fine’ shortly after. You squealed and delivered a quick peck on his lips.  
“I knew you would understand,” you perked up, ruffling his soft mane before checking your watch. “Well, I gotta skedaddle. There are still some last-minute preparations to get done before the kids come. Ooh, this is so exciting!”
You hopped off Bakugou’s lap much to his displeasure; he wanted you back. Your steps fall in tune with a Halloween song you heard this morning. His eyes silently follow you toward the door, and you called over your shoulder, “See you later, babe! And don’t be late!”
Bakugou gruffed just as the door closed. He slumped back against the chair while pinching his nose. Why does he always get dragged into your ridiculous shenanigans? Damn your infuriating but cute personality. Red eyes narrowed at the garment bag sitting patiently on his desk. He unzipped it halfway to take a peek at the costume…
…and exploded.
“Fuck!”
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Bakugou gritted his teeth.
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this shit.”
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” you chimed behind him, smoothing out the costume’s wrinkles. Bakugou huffed and grudgingly turned around. Your Cheshire cat-like smile grew as you stepped back to admire the final outcome. “You look so handsome!”
“Shut up.”
“My handsome pirate—”
“I told you to shut up!”
Your giddy laughs bounced off the walls; Bakugou snapped his head away with a growl. However, he was betrayed when a slight blush dusted his cheeks. He felt absolutely ridiculous in this outfit that belonged in the dumpster. Except for the jacket—Bakugou secretly liked how it emphasized his broad shoulders.
“Was this why you attacked me with that damn measuring tape last time?”
“Honestly, it was more fun than just asking Kioshi for your measurements.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” you shrugged, smirking as Bakugou’s eyes raked up and down your own pirate costume. It was seductive yet tasteful for tonight. Only your bare shoulders were exposed and Bakugou’s clenched his mouth—they were his weakness. “Behave tonight, and I’ll make sure to reward you well, captain.”
“Tch, damn tease.”
“I know,” you winked, tugging his hand as you both walked out the door. It was almost time to start tonight’s event. Bakugou grumbled as he followed your lead. “But seriously, behave. That means not making any child cry tonight.”
“Let me blast any idiot who tries to pull some shit on you, and we got ourselves a deal.”
”Fine, but not the kids.”
“Deal.”
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Tonight was harder than Bakugou thought.
No one flirted with you, much to his relief. However, the hoard of kids screaming at the gates drained his energy and tested his limited—or nonexistent—patience. Security guards safely managed the crowds while staff members let in a few groups of kids at a time.
You hopped on your tippy-toes every time a new batch approached the steps. Bakugou, on the other hand, showed disdain and tried—unsuccessfully—to keep his distance from them; the kids stupidly disagreed. Bakugou scowled, but it wasn’t enough to scare away the waves of mini vampires or superheroes. Instead, they rushed up to him with goofy smiles.  
“Trick-or-treat!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, here’s your candy.”
Bakugou reached inside the large treasure chest for the black pirate pouches. A friendly-looking skull graced the front and contained delicious goodies inside—chocolate gold coins and colorful sugar jewels. You spent weeks designing the Halloween candy so they fit with the pirate theme this year. It was a lot of trial and error, but you never settled for anything less.
That was something Bakugou noticed and silently admired.
A small tug pulled his attention away from you. Crimson eyes peered down at a little girl wearing a butterfly costume. Fuzzy red antennas bounced in the air as her innocent eyes glanced up at the pro hero.
“Are you really a pirate?”
Bakugou froze and blinked at the question. You softly laughed while handing out the pouches to the other kids. Before Bakugou could answer, a young boy blurted out: “Of course he’s not a pirate! That’s Ground Zero, dummy!”
“I’m not a dummy!”
“Yes, you are!”
“No, I’m not!”
The young girl was on the verge of tears. You were about to step in to defuse the situation, but Bakugou quickly beat you to the punch.
“Hey!” Everyone stood at attention after Bakugou’s rugged bark. All eyes were on him as he pointed a stern finger at the robot boy clutching his candy bag. “Does Ground Zero wear a pirate hat and carry a plastic sword?”
“N-no.”
“Then I’m not Ground Zero today, I’m a pirate,” he raised his head up high while adding, “and a captain pirate, too. Do you understand, kid?”
“Yes-s, sir.”
“Good, now apologize to the butterfly for calling her dumb.”
Mr. Robot did, and surprisingly, Bakugou dropped a pirate pouch into his bag. Muttering a curt ‘Go,’ he watched the young boy waddle away. Faint sniffles interrupted the silence shortly afterward. Bakugou averted his gaze to the little girl again.
“Hey,” he called out with a gruff but soft voice and crouched down. Round, puffy eyes stared in disbelief when Bakugou dumped two candy pouches inside her Halloween basket. “Don’t let anyone call you dumb, got it?”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
“Thank you, Mr. Pirate!”
The girl happily skipped away. Bakugou stood up and bristled at the sight of your shit-eating grin. He forgot you were still here, which meant you saw everything. You sauntered toward him with amused eyes and teased, “You’re such a softie!”
“Eh?! Quit spewing bullshit,” he barked weakly, folding his arms over his chest. “You said no kid should cry, right? I did just that, so slap that stupid grin off your face.”
“Technically, I said you shouldn’t make any kid cry.”
“Whatever.”
“Softie,” you whispered before pecking Bakugou’s cheek; he grumbled an insult to save face. You poked his forehead while laughing, “Frown all you want, but you can’t hide that gold heart of yours. At least not around me.”
Bakugou’s lips twitched into a genuine smile reserved only for you.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
A pirate who managed to steal his gold heart? Yeah, it all made sense now.
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nightfallrevel · 3 years
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Strawberry Flavored Cranberries
A/N: Inspired by a tweet I saw where someone asked what you would call a strawberry flavored cranberry. My response to them was “KiriBaku”. It’s KiriBaku.
Please enjoy this little fluff piece that I FINALLY managed to get transferred here properly~
Warnings: Bakugo curses a lot
KiriBaku
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The self-proclaimed Bakusquad were enjoying their summer break at the beach just days before the start of their third year. Kirishima had somehow convinced Bakugo to tag along, but if anyone were to ask their other friends, they’d say that Bakugo simply couldn’t say no to Kirishima. Mina, Sero, and Kaminari all had their suspicions as to why, but Kirishima lived in the denial of his own feelings towards their explosive friend. There was just no way that Bakugo could ever like him back.
Whatever the reason, Bakuogo had come along and the five of them sat on the beach after a long day, enjoying some watermelon. They’d bought three, at Kirishima’s insistence, and were currently working through the second one. Kaminari had watched half in fascination and half in disgust as their redheaded friend devoured nearly an entire melon by himself. “Dude, are you even spitting out the seeds? You’re practically inhaling that watermelon. At least breathe between slices.”
Sero snickered as he commented, “He’s gonna be shitting seeds for a week.” Kirishima slushed, but didn’t get a chance to defend himself as Kaminari cut in, again.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he just turned into a watermelon with how much he’s eating!” Mina and Sero cackled at the thought as Bakugo quietly called him an idiot.
Kirishima’s flush only darkened. “That’s not funny, man. I just really like watermelon, okay? It’s good for you.” Kaminari patted him on the shoulder with another chuckle.
“It’s cool, dude. I’m just pretty sure I’d puke if I ate as much as you do. We still have dinner to eat later, and I know you won’t be skipping it even after eating all this watermelon.” Kirishima grinned a bit sheepishly, knowing his friend was right about that. His stomach was a bottomless pit, and he always ate a ton. While he always loved to eat meat, he had a secret soft spot for sweets and he tried to eat the healthy ones when he could. Like watermelon.
Mina chewed thoughtfully on her current slice, carefully spitting out a few seeds into the sand. “I dunno, you guys. I’m pretty sure Kirishima is already like a watermelon.” She grinned as the guys stared at her with baffled expressions. “Think about it! Watermelon is red, sweet, and everyone loves it!” A laugh escaped her as Kirishima turned the color of his hair.
“Mina, not everyone loves me. Geez.” He shook his head. “That would be impossible.”
“Not true!” She pointed at him. “Name one person who doesn’t like you.”
Kirishima opened and closed his mouth as he thought hard about it. “Villains. That’s a whole lot of people.” He shoved more watermelon in his mouth, grinning in triumph. Mina rolled her eyes.
“Villains don’t count, Kiri. You’re a hero. Of course they don’t like you. They don’t like any hero.”
“Actually, back in first year, I heard about one of the guys he helped take down in the Hassaikai took a shining to him. Wouldn’t shut up about wanting to fight him again.” Sero interjected, picking up another slice for himself.
Mina gaped. “Are you serious? For crying out loud, Kiri. Even villains like you.”
Kirishima pouted as he looked away, feeling the heat in his face build. “That was just one.” He paused a moment as he thoughtfully took another bite of melon and swallowed it. “Monoma doesn’t like me,” he said quietly.
“Since when does Monoma not like you?” Kaminari asked incredulously. “Sure, the dude can be a real annoying asshole, but I’ve never heard him say a word about you that was negative.”
Kirishima pouted even more. “But he can’t stand our class. He always takes the opportunity to say so.”
“Yeah, but that’s as a whole. Like Kaminari said, he’s just an annoying asshole. I don’t think he has anything against you personally.” Sero pointed out as Mina nodded her agreement.
“You’re all a bunch of fucking idiots.” Bakugo, who had been quietly eating his watermelon, finally spoke up. The others gave him a confused look.
“Let me guess, you’re gonna sit there and tell us we’re wrong?” Kaminari jeered as he narrowed his gaze at their explosive friend.
Bakugo rolled his eyes. “So what if I fucking am? If you’re wrong, I’m going to call it out.”
“All right, then, Mr. Smart Guy, what did we say that’s wrong?” Sero challenged. Kirishima watched Bakugo closely as a frown etched even deeper into his best friend’s mouth. Bakugo’s gaze dropped to the piece of watermelon in his hands, quiet as he seemed to contemplate something.
“Kirishima isn’t like watermelon, at all.” There was a surprised silence as they waited for him to keep going. “Not everyone likes watermelon. It’s disgusting.”
“You’re literally eating a slice of it right now.” Kaminari dead panned.
Bakugo growled at him. “That’s besides the fucking point!” His voice began to rise in volume. “It’s got all these stupid seeds you have to eat around, which is fucking annoying, and if you eat too close to the rind, the flavor turns bitter! That’s nothing like Kirishima in the slightest!”
It was quiet another moment as the rest of them processed what Bakugo had said. Kirishima felt the air rush from his lungs as he stared at him with wide eyes. Bakugo had all but complimented him, which was a rarity coming from him. Mina slowly smirked at Kaminari, who tried to hide his growing grin. Sero gaped, still stunned at how vehemently Bakugo denied that Kirishima and watermelon were alike.
Finally, Mina asked, a sly smile on her face, “Okay, if he’s not like watermelon, then what fruit is he like?” As they watched him, waiting for his answer, Kirishima could have sworn he saw the lightest dusting of pink color on his best friend’s features.
Without looking at any of them, Bakugo tossed away his half eaten slice and wiped his hands on his swim shorts. “A strawberry.” He’d said it quietly, but it was definitely loud enough for them to all hear.
Still, “What was that, Blasty? I’m not sure I quite heard you,” Kaminari said with a shit eating grin. Kirishima threw a near mortified glare at him, but Bakugo took the bait.
“I said, he’s like a fucking strawberry! They’re sweet and literally everyone likes them! Watermelon is so fucking tasteless. Plus, they’re not annoying to eat!” Bakugo’s face had turned a mottled red as his temper flared, though his friends suspected there was a secondary reason, as well.
Kirishima buried his face in his hands out of sheer embarrassment. That had definitely been a compliment. A very high one, at that.
“I dunno, man.” Sero challenged thoughtfully. “They do have those leaves at the top you have to eat around.”
“Tch, so?” Bakugo glared at him. “Everyone has something annoying about them, but those leaves are easy to remove.” Kirishima’s thoughts were running wild with that remark. Just what was Bakugo getting at?!
Kirishima couldn’t lift his gaze, yet, the watermelon forgotten next to him. His heart raced in his chest as he forced himself not to look too deeply into Bakugo’s straight forward compliment. There was no way there was any kind of deeper meaning to it, no matter how much he wanted it to.
No one was saying anything, and the silence was starting to get to him. Finally, before he could go crazy, Mina let out a heavy sigh. “Okay. I’m convinced. Kirishima is a strawberry.” She smiled and gave a shrug as Kirishima’s head snapped up, shooting her a shocked glare. “Sorry, sweetie, but he’s got a point.”
Kirishima stuck out his lower lip. “Yeah, well, then you’re a pineapple.” Mina gave him a bewildered look.
“A pineapple? How am I a pineapple?”
Kirishima grinned, feeling his face slowly return to a normal temperature as his heart calmed with the distraction. “They’re super acidic, which matches your quirk, but they’re still really sweet and fun to eat.”
Mina laughed, “Hell yeah! I love it!”
Kaminari smirked as he puffed up his chest. “Well, I know that I’m a peach.” They all laughed, but Bakugo scoffed.
“You ain’t a damn peach, dunce face.”
Kaminari gaped at him with indignation, deflating a little. “Well, it’s not like you’re exactly a peach yourself, you damn lemon!” Sero and Mina went into hysterics as Bakugo growled in response.
“He’s definitely a lemon! Such a sour puss!” Sero cackled as he agreed with Kaminari. Kirishima didn’t laugh, though, as he finally looked over at Bakugo. His best friend glared at the others, but Kirishima quickly looked away when their eyes met for barely a moment.
Mina was the first to notice that Kirishima wasn’t joining in on their laughter. “What’s wrong, Kiri? You think he’s something else?”
Kirishima flushed, then nodded slightly. “Yeah. I don’t think he’s like a lemon.” He could feel Bakugo’s stare on the side of his head as though he might burn a hole through his skull. He said nothing else, though, the rate of his heart kicking back up as it pounded in his chest.
They were waiting for him to go on, but he seemed stuck. Would his answer give away how he felt about his best friend? He didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship over a silly crush that he couldn’t seem to get over no matter how hard he tried. Bakugo was always so good at reading him, surely he’d see through him right away.
“What’s he like, then, Kiri?” Damn. Mina asked, so now he had to answer. He brought his knees up to his chest, and put his head between them.
“C-cranberry.” He stuttered out, feeling his face flame, and he knew he had to match his hair. There was a moment of silence; the only sound was the crash of the nearby waves, and Kirishima was certain they could hear his heart hammering against his ribcage as it threatened to burst from his chest.
Finally, “Cranberry?! That’s not even a fruit! It’s a berry!” Kaminari exclaimed loudly.
Kirishima looked up with indignation, “Well, so is a strawberry! What does it matter?” He heard Bakugo snort and call them idiots, but he ignored it as Kaminari let out a huff.
“Whatever.” Kaminari leaned back on his arms in the sand and stretched out his legs, smiling smugly. “I decided. I don’t care what Bakugo says, I am a peach.” Sero immediately scoffed as Mina cackled, and the three of them immediately began to argue about what kind of fruit Kaminari really was. Kirishima would have joined in, but he could still feel Bakugo’s gaze on him and it made him uneasy. He couldn’t breathe. Bakugo was smart and very perceptive. What had he seen in Kirishima’s answer? 
Standing up, he muttered that he was going down to the water and walked away. Their friends continued to argue, barely acknowledging that he was getting up. Once Kirishima reached the water, he let the waves lap at his feet; the cool water felt nice after walking across the burning sand. As he stood there, he let the rushing sound of the water calm him.
He took in a deep breath before letting it all out, attempting to dispel his anxiety. The sun was nearing the horizon and would be setting soon. It had been a good day, all in all. He only hoped that he hadn’t ruined it by speaking carelessly.
“Hey.”
His heart kicked up nervously as Kirishima turned at the rough voice of his best friend behind him. He tried for a smile, but wasn’t sure how successful he was. “Hey.” Bakugo frowned, probably catching the uneasy waver to Kirishima’s voice.
Glancing behind him at their friends for a moment, Bakugo clapped his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and gently pushed him down the beach. “Let’s walk for a bit. Those idiots won’t notice if we’re gone for a while.” Without resistance, not even the slightest hesitation, Kirishima easily followed Bakugo’s lead down the shore. They walked leisurely, both of them quiet for the moment.
“You okay?” The sudden question caught Kirishima off guard, but he grinned as he nudged Bakugo’s shoulder with his own.
“Wow, first a compliment, now concern? Careful, Bakugo, I might start to think you actually like me.” Kirishima laughed, though he felt a tightness in his chest.
“God, you’re fucking dense. Of course I like you, dumb ass.” Surprise cut off Kirishima’s laugh as he stared wide-eyed at Bakugo. There it was - the telltale signs of a blush coloring Bakugo’s features. Kirishima hadn’t imagined it before, then. Bakugo stopped walking and Kirishima faltered, nearly tripping a step ahead of him.
“I mean,” Kirishima started, “I knew you had to at least tolerate me because you let me say we’re friends, but… I didn’t expect you to actually say it.” Lifting a hand, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
Bakugo’s jaw dropped with indignation, his temper flaring up. “Almost three years and you still think I just tolerate you?! Fucking hell, you really make me spell everything out for you.” Stepping forward, he grabbed Kirishima at the nape of his neck, and then their mouths were pressed together in a firm kiss.
Kirishima was too shocked to react, his body seizing up until Bakugo finally pulled away. Kirishima stared at his best friend, his mouth opening to speak, but no words came out. Bakugo couldn’t seem to meet his gaze as he continued to grasp Kirishima’s neck, fingers twining his hair, ungelled from swimming all day.
“Bakugo, I-”
“Shut up. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to get you to notice how I feel?” Kirishima opened his mouth, but Bakugo cut him off, again. “Don’t answer that. Of course, you don’t. You’re so fucking dense.” Bakugo finally looked up at him with a wry smile. Kirishima flushed immediately, and his hands flew to cup both sides of Bakugo’s face.
“I like you, too, Bakugo!” Bakugo snorted, then laughed. Laughed. Kirishima was breathless at the sound, loving it even though it was at his expense.
“Yeah, I know. You aren’t very good at hiding how you feel. You’re always wearing your damn heart on your sleeve.” Bakugo grinned and Kirishima’s heart fluttered.
“That’s not fair, Bakugo. If you knew all this time, why didn’t you tell me?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I just did, didn’t I? I wanted to give you a chance to figure it out on your own, but I underestimated just how oblivious you are.” He didn’t mean it in a malicious way, but Kirishima still pouted.
“Okay, that’s fair.” Kirishima blinked as he realized something. “Wait, then, all that stuff about me being like a strawberry? That was a real compliment?”
His best friend, maybe boyfriend, smirked as he raised a brow. “When do I ever say something I don’t mean?” All the time, is what Kirishima would have answered, but saying something like that about someone was definitely something Bakugo would never say lightly. Kirishima felt his eyes start to water, his chest swelling with love and affection for the blond. “Dude, are you gonna cry, right now? What the hell?”
Kirishima laughed and surged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Bakugo’s torso. “I’m really happy! I’m… relieved. I’ve been holding back so long because I was afraid of ruining our friendship.” Kirishima sniffled lightly and he felt Bakugo’s hand cup the back of his head.
He heard Bakugo give a soft sigh. “You couldn’t do that. Not you.” There was an implication behind Bakugo’s phrasing, but Kirishima couldn’t quite grasp what it was, and he let it go. Pulling back from the hug, Kirishima shyly pulled his lower lip between his teeth and chewed it carefully.
“Uh, do you think we could… kiss, again? I wasn’t exactly prepared for the first one.” Bakugo blinked, then immediately grinned.
“Definitely.” Kirishima felt himself being pulled back in and their lips found each other a second time. It was much softer than the first, less exasperated, and lasted longer. All of their emotions combined in the gentle action, and Kirishima felt as though his world had finally shifted fully into place.
They finally broke apart when they heard their friends wolf whistling and cat-calling them from down the beach. Kirishima flushed as Bakugo turned to flip them off. Despite that, he was grinning when he turned back around. “Ignore those bastards.” Bakugo’s warm fingers gently brushed back some stray strands of Kirishima’s hair from his face, giving him a curious look. “Before we head back, I gotta know - What did you mean back there when you said that I was like a cranberry?”
The blush across Kirishima’s face deepened as he gave Bakugo the biggest sharp-toothed grin he’d had all afternoon. “That’s easy! You’re like a cranberry because you’re tart, but then sometimes so unexpectedly sweet!”
“...You idiot.”
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desiraypark · 4 years
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An Old Friend
Characters: Adam Sackler x Original Character (Black Female/Femme)  OC: Katrina “Trina” Santos - described as petite (particularly short, not necessarily thin) and having been quiet and introverted when they were young. Storytelling purpose: Adam thinks he’s about to turn her out and toss her around like a dodgeball. Content: Chile. Take a wild guess. Licky-licky; pokey-pokey; sucky-sucky. Additional CW: Dirty talk; a tad bit of name-calling; Adam shoves that spray can down OC’s throat and OC guzzles that Reddi Whip.  Author’s Note: I still haven’t actually watched a full episode of Girls lol. YouTube clips and Girls Wiki have been my friends. Word Count: 2,829
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Adam stood outside of the bar, took a deep breath, and walked in. He maneuvered through a small group that was just standing in the middle of the floor for some fucking reason, and sat down. The bartender was way on the other end.  “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he said. Adam nodded his acknowledgement, and used the time to think about what he wanted. “Adam?” a little voice called to him. He looked in the direction it came from--two seats to his left. A vaguely familiar girl with curly hair and gold hoop earrings that complemented her gold eyeglasses smiled at him. “Trina...Santos...” Adam blinked and shook his head a little, trying to adjust his vision. The last time he saw Katrina Santos...well, it was in a cap and gown. But before then, she always wore hoodies, jeans, Jordans and round, black eyeglasses. She rarely wore makeup or even jewelry. And she definitely didn’t talk much. 
Now, she was sitting at the bar with her hair out, gold jewelry placed wherever jewelry could go--wearing red lipstick, that contour or highlight shit that girls wore now, and had a set of jugs partially on display.  “No fucking way,” he said. “Trina?!”  He slid over to the empty seat beside her and gave her a hug. “How are you?” “I’m doing fine,” she replied. She looked down at her half-empty pint glass. “Well, kinda.”  She got a good look at his face. He still looked the same, yet so different at the same time. His hair was longer and his body bulkier. 
“You still live in Brooklyn?” he asked. “No. Harlem now.” Her head tilted a little. She suddenly remembered that Adam had a drinking problem in high school. She cleared her throat, not daring to question him.
“I’ve seen you on TV a few times. I’ve heard about you being on the stage. I’m glad you stuck with theatre. You were so good in school.” “What’ll you have?” the bartender asked. Adam’s head shot up in his direction and he gave the decision deep thought. He felt Trina’s eyes on him, too.  “Club soda with lime.” The bartender nodded and fixed up his drink. “So, what are you doing now? Are you still a shy poet?”  Trina scoffed and chuckled. “Still shy. A poet sometimes.” The bartender handed Adam his drink.  “I work as a reading specialist now. At an elementary school,” Trina added. “That doesn’t surprise me,” Adam said. He took a sip of his drink. Trina felt butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t expect Adam to remember things about her.  “So, what brought you here?” he asked. Trina looked down at her watch. “I’m supposed to be on a date. But I guess I missed the new rule where only one person actually shows up at the meetup spot.” “Wow. Did you call him?”  “Of course. Called, text. No response.”  “Damn. What a dick,” Adam said. 
Trina finished off her drink, then held up her hand. “It is what it is. C’est la vie; que sera, sera. All that stuff.” Adam twirled the straw in his club soda. 
“So, what’s been going on with you?” she asked. Adam looked back at her. “Oh, working. I’m rehearsing for a play right now. Off-Broadway...” “That’s great,” Trina said warmly. “But what I meant was...what’s got you ready to fall off the wagon?” Suddenly, there was silence between them. Beyond them was the chatter of strangers, the sound of liquid being sucked through straws, and easy listening music. Adam looked down at the bubbles in his drink. “My girlfriend broke up with me.” Trina rubbed Adam’s arm. “I’m sorry to hear that...” “I’m fine. It was understandable. Might even say it was karma.” “Oh?” “Yeah...” 
He looked up at Trina’s empathetic face. “But let’s talk about something else. What time was your date supposed to be here?”  She looked down at her watch again. “An hour ago. But I’ll be honest, I was more so hoping to get laid than to make a connection. So, no broken heart tonight. Just a dry puss.” Adam chuckled and shifted in his seat.  “I’m sorry, that was so vulgar,” Trina said, laughing to herself.  “No, I get it.” Lust filled Adam’s eyes. Trina caught them, and cleared her throat. “It just sucks that I got all dressed up for nothing,” she said. Adam used her statement as an excuse to give her another once over. She hadn’t gotten any taller since high school. The only difference between then and now, was that then, she was short and relatively thin. Now, she was short and had a little...umph. “Wanna grab something to eat? Keep the night from being a total waste?” he asked.  Trina gave her watch another glance. “Sure. Why not?” Adam paid for both of their drinks, and they walked toward the door. He held the door open and Trina turned around just in time to catch him looking at her ass. He met her eyes with haste.  “You remember Vinny’s?” he asked. Trina smirked. “Of course.” She started walking and Adam’s long legs quickly pulled him to her left side, protecting her from the street they were actually yards away from. Their shoes hitting the pavement were the only sounds they heard. Finally, Trina looked up at Adam. “Do you live nearby?” she asked. “Yeah...two blocks away...” Trina nodded. Adam could sense the tension that suddenly fell over her. He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet, then noticed her little feet. Red-painted toes in gold, high-heeled sandals. He looked back up at their path, and suddenly, she stopped walking. Adam stopped, too. “Do you wanna fuck?” she asked.  Adam smirked, took her hand, and led her in the opposite direction. Trina giggled as he led her through people, around a corner, and down a couple of blocks until they reached his building. Still not letting go of her hand, he unlocked his door, pulled her inside, and held her face in his hands. Then, he devoured her mouth. “It’s dark in here,” she whispered. Next thing she knew, she was being pulled into a bedroom. Adam flicked on the light and started kissing her again.  “I say some crazy shit in bed sometimes,” he said, pulling just centimeters away from her mouth. “I do some crazy shit. Sometimes.” “You do?” he asked. He nudged her against his door, making it slam shut, then reached under her dress to pull her panties down. “I do.” Adam beamed like a kid in a candy store, and as the panties went down, he went down with them--falling to his knees. When Trina stepped out of her panties, he wasted no time covering her clit with his lips.  “Oh!” she cried, grabbing his door knob. Adam tapped on her calf and she widened the distance between her legs. She watched his head movements as she felt the tip of his tongue exploring her clit. He looked up at her--the light from his ceiling managing to hit his face just enough to reveal his dilated pupils and the many moles and freckles on his face. She ran her fingers through his hair. “You look so good with your face in my pussy,” she said.  Adam’s dick twitched and he pulled his mouth away to say, “Fuck.” Using his thumbs, he spread her lips open to get complete access to her pussy--already glistening. Then, he dove back in--flicking her clit with his the point of his tongue. He sucked and licked it, and spread her juices on his mustache. Her moans resonated throughout the room, and suddenly, he pulled away again and shoved two of his fingers inside of her. “Fuck!” she shouted. Her knees wobbled from the shock and force of the sensation, but Adam pushed his free hand against her belly--nearly adhering her to the door. “I’m gonna make you come all over my fingers, and then I’m gonna stretch this little cunt open with my cock,” he said, massaging her velvety walls with his big fingers.  “Please, Adam. I fuckin’ need it so bad...” “I don’t know whose been in this pussy since I last saw you, but I’m gonna make you forget they fucking existed...” Trina squeezed the doorknob and scratched at the wood of his door, unable to escape his hold.  He pulled his fingers out, sucked them, then jammed them back in, making Trina squeal and back her ass into the door--desperate for some relief. He splayed his fingers across her abdomen, holding her down even more, and pressed the fingers in her pussy in deeper--as deep as they could go. 
Then, he curled them upward--rubbing the roof of her pussy with moderate “come hither” strokes and not taking his eyes off her face for a second. Trina grabbed his hair and pressed her fingers into his scalp.  Soon, her eyes started to roll back, and Adam grinned. Her grip on his scalp tightened and her mouth dropped, but no sound came out. Adam felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, and suddenly, liquid gushed out of her and all over his hand.  “Fuck yeah,” he said, gritting his teeth. He kept pumping into her. “Give me some more. Give me some fucking more...” 
He stuck a third finger inside and rubbed against her spot again. “Ahhhh!” Trina cried out, flailing about and squirting all over the place. 
“Fuck, Adam, fuck! Stop, stop!” Adam pulled his fingers out and sat back on his knees, watching Trina grip his doorknob and gasp for air. He watched like it was a movie. When she seemed to be calming down, he stood up, kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. Trina looked up at him and pressed her back against the door. She tugged at the skirt of her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing a lacy bra that matched the panties on the floor. Then, she dipped her hand between her thighs, collected some of her cum, and stuck four wet fingers into her mouth.  “Fuck,” Adam grumbled. He took wide steps to his nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. Then, he sat on the side of his bed and pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing a hard, veiny, and mouth-watering dick. Trina joined him on the bed, lifted her leg, and reached for the fastener on her shoe. “Keep them on,” he demanded. 
He kicked his pants and boxers away, and Trina put her foot back down. She lied back on the bed and teased her nipples. While getting glances back at her, Adam opened the condom wrapper, tossed it onto the nightstand, and slid the latex sheath over his length. Then, he got on top of her, pushed her legs open, knelt between them, and lined himself up at her entrance. “Give me that dick, Adam,” she mumbled, gyrating her hips under him. Adam pressed about an inch of himself inside, getting a good feel of her wetness. Then, with one swift motion, he buried all of himself inside, causing her to strain out a moan and grip the sheets.  “What a fucking slut you turned out to be,” he said. “So hungry for some dick in you.” He pushed her legs back and got a good look at the limbs--the calves; the band over her ankles; the gold stiletto sandals in the air, then he drilled deep inside of her--moaning just as she was in reaction to her slick walls. “You like my pussy, Adam?” she asked. His dick twitched inside of her. “Yeah, I fuckin’ like it...” “Does it feel good?” “Fuck yeah, it feels good. You like my cock in you?” “Yes, baby. It feels so good in me,” Trina moaned. “And you’re taking it so well, too. Look at you...” he mumbled.
Trina grabbed her breasts and began massaging them. “Move your hands,” he said. “I wanna see those pretty tits bouncing.” “I wanna play with them,” she said, refusing to remove her hands.  Adam yanked his dick out and smacked the side of her thigh. “Get on your hands and knees.” Trina pouted and flipped over, resting on her hands and knees as told. Adam pushed her further down on the bed and smacked her ass cheek. He realigned at her entrance and pushed deep into her. Then, he wrapped his arm around her belly and pulled her up, making the back of her body flush with his front. He fucked up into her slow and deep. “When I tell you to do something, you’d better fucking do it,” he whispered in her ear. He gave the lobe a little bite and snapped into her one hard time. “Understood?” Trina didn’t answer. Suddenly, she felt a hand moving up her neck and grabbing her jaw. He gave it a squeeze. “Understood?”  “Yes,” Trina answered breathlessly. Adam pushed her back down on the bed, grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them back as he picked up his pace--thrusting into her and seemingly finding a new spot to probe and explore with each stroke. The mental stimulation that came with having her hands behind her back, and the physical stimulation of her walls being stroked--it all made her clench down on his dick without thought. Her pussy didn’t want to let Adam’s dick go. “Are you trying to make me come?” Adam asked, with a hint of “I dare you to say yes” in his voice. Trina turned her head to the side. “Are you about to come?” she asked playfully. “No,” Adam answered sternly. He began to fuck her harder. 
“Hey, you shut the fuck up, you little tease,” he added, a delayed reaction to her slyness.  Trina giggled and squeezed on his dick again. “Just come, Adam. Just come. You know you want to.” Adam was quiet as he pounded into her a few more times. “Fuck it!” he said to himself. He pulled his dick out and yanked off the condom. Trina sat on her butt and watched him tug on his dick. Then, she moved his hand away, wrapped her lips around the head, and sucked him off. She stroked his length and covered it with puddles and strings of saliva, giving him no choice but to grab her head and push it down, making her gag. “That’s right. Choke on that shit.” She looked up at him with watery eyes. Her lipstick had smeared onto the side of her mouth. “You look beautiful like this. Wish I had a fucking camera so I could take a picture of you.” He pulled her head back, then pushed it back down. 
Garrrrrm! her stuffed mouth said. “No, I wish I had a fucking Polaroid camera. I’d take a picture of you like this and jerk off to it whenever my cock gets fucking hard. Shoot my cum on the fucking picture.” He released his grip on her head, and let her keep working on her own. 
Trina slathered his dick up with her hot saliva and massaged his balls. Then, she began to stroke him as she sucked, slurping and tugging as he moaned and groaned over her.  “I’m about to come right down your fucking throat. You ready for it?” “Mm-hmm,” Trina moaned. She sucked and stroked him harder and faster, until suddenly, she felt his load squirt into her mouth, and she swallowed it down. Adam moaned and whimpered, and fucked into her mouth with shallow strokes, riding out his orgasm. As he came down from his high, he quickly realized that Trina was still sucking him.  “Shit, stop Trina,” he mumbled.  Trina looked up at him with dilated pupils and a mouth still stuffed with dick. She hollowed her cheeks out and sucked him at a rapid pace--putting her neck to work. “Trina, fuck!” he said. 
His knees began to shake, but Trina kept sucking. She rested her hands on his thighs and slurpslurpgarmgarm’d the sensitive meat. She laughed to herself as Adam’s moans went from baritone to alto. As he reached out and grabbed his mattress to soften his imminent fall, Trina maneuvered in whatever necessary direction to keep his dick in her mouth. When he finally made his way down, she hovered over his crotch with her ass in the air, and sucked and sucked and sucked--even as he did the hokey-pokey with his legs and growled like a tiger. 
Finally, she gave the poor guy some relief, pulled her mouth away, gave his dick a slap. Then, she tossed a leg over him and hovered over his red face. His eyes were glistening and wide.
“Should have just let me play with my nipples, Adam.” He laughed between the breaths he was trying catch. Then his eyes fell down to her breasts. He gripped and kneaded them a little, then lifted his head to draw one of her nipples into his mouth.
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‘listen, I know I’m a drunk, jealous asshole, but I love you.’ - richie tozier x reader
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requested: yes & i luuuuv these jealous richie requests, so with that being said after this if anyone wants to send in a jealous richie request get specific for me cause this is my second one already, so the more specific they get the easier it will be for me to keep writing this kind of request. also decided that combining it with the second request would be super easy and i like the concepts together lol. you guys are 16 here. 
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also, @lavender-zone thank you so much queen🥺 I really appreciate knowing you enjoy my writing so much!
pairing: richie tozier x reader
warnings: swearing, angst, drug use, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendos, fluff.
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October 4th, 1992—
“Hey, uh look, I don’t know how much longer you’re gonna be a sour puss and ignore my calls, but call me back, doll.”
“Listen, you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy. We’re best friends, y/n and we barely go two hours without talking. It’s been like almost three whole days, please just call me, sweets.”
“Hey, I know you’re giving me the silent treatment, but mom’s booze cabinet was unlocked and I’ve got a whole fuckin’ bottle of tequila with our names on it. Cut the shit and call me.”
“I’ve been sittin’ on this bottle for about three hours now and you still haven’t called me! If you don’t call me soon I might have to drink it by myself and I don’t think anybody fuckin’ wants that. Call me, this shit is getting old, y/n/n.”
“Alright, well I’ve already had about six shots and I’m buzzed as all hell. You can ignore my calls and voicemails all you want, toots. Won’t be able to ignore me—hiccup—when I show up outside your window.”
“Fucking great.” You sighed heavily as you forcefully shoved the antenna of your cellphone down and threw the big hunk of buttons toward the end of your bed. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying and you were certain you’d cried every tear you had. 
Your window was open and almost as if it was on cue, you heard a burp and an ‘oh shit’ from outside. It was moments like this one, when you were pissed at Richie, that you hated how close his house was to yours.
You rolled your eyes and rose from your bed, reluctantly dragging your feet to your window.
“What do you want?” Your ass landed ontop of the raidiator below your windowsill. One leg rested above the other leg as you peered down at him.
“Look,” he ran one hand through his dark curls and licked his lips, tequila in the other, “I’m sorry, c’mon doll. Let me in? Let’s talk and hangout? I have gifts!” He wiggled his eyebrows with a goofy (and slightly buzzed) look in his eyes and grinned as he reached into his jacket pocket. His hands raised and he waved the bottle in one and a joint in the other.
Your eyes scanned over him momentarily, the street lamp above him shining down on his face and the black eye he’d gotten a few days prior was hard to make out behind the crack in the lense of his glasses. You thought hard before speaking, “Fine. You’ve got five minutes, but...,” you spoke sharply and crossed your arms, “that’s it.”
October 1st, 1992—
“No way, bro. There’s no fuckin’ way Darren’s doing that to y/n.” Richie Tozier’s head shot up from his lunch tray at the familiar name. His eyes squinted from behind his thick-rimmed spectacles and landed on two boys in his grade. They wore red letterman jackets and sported big numbers on their backs along with their last names. It was a couple of Darren’s football buddies. 
Darren was some guy from school that y/n had recently started seeing and Richie hated his guts. He was a complete douchebag and was nowhere close to the type of guy he ever would have expected to see y/n with. If he was being honest, he saw himself with her more than anyone, but that was definitely never going to happen. He’d been best friends with the girl since they were in 3rd grade, along with the rest of their group, not including Ben, Bev, and Mike (they came around a lot later on).
“Yeah he is, I swear dude. He made a bet with Bowers that he could get into her pants by homecoming.” Richie felt his ears heat up instantly and he clenched his fists and his jaw simultaneously. If it was possible to blow steam out of your head when angry, Richie would have been smoking up the entire cafeteria in seconds. 
Richie may have never liked any of the guys that stole y/n’s heart, but he knew there was something way off about this one and he was right. He stood up quickly, his chair flying back and he threw on his leather jacket before grabbing his bag and storming out of the cafeteria. He knew exactly where he was headed.
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“Hey, Darren!” Richie’s voice rang out across the football field as he hastily made his way across, cracking his knuckles and his black painted nails glistened against the sun. He ignored the way y/n’s eyes landed on him from the bleachers and realization dawned on her face that he was, in fact, about to do something very stupid. She could see it written across his face; the redness in his cheeks prominent and the way he clenched his jaw made her stand up suddenly.
“Tozier, we’re in the middle of a practice, get the fuck off the field!” Richie tuned out the coach’s voice.
“Tozier? Uh... what are you doing?” Darren set his water bottle down and raised an eyebrow at Richie, who dropped his bag as he got even closer. Suddenly, he was walking right up to Darren and his fist was flying right into his nose. 
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, dumbass!?” The football coach was running toward the boys, his clipboard waving in the air.
“You sick fuck, making bets on how long it’s gonna take you to bang my best friend!?” Richie’s words came out in a hiss as he shook his hand from the sudden impact, wincing. Darren stumbled backwards and tripped, falling to the ground. Richie got on top of him and punched him again, this time breaking his nose and blood gushed from the boy’s face.
“You little shit, you broke my nose! What the fuck!?” Darren reached for his nose with one hand while his other hand clung to Richie’s shirt collar as he tried to keep as much distance between them as possible, “And you have no fucking idea what you’re talking about!”
Richie swung down at him again and his fist connected with Darren’s bottom lip and blood trickled down his chin, “Oh yeah right, fuckface! Maybe tell your little butt slappin’ buddies to stop whispering about your douchebag escapades at lunch!” Darren quickly mustered the strength to pull Richie down and roll his way over and on top of him. He threw a punch at Richie’s face, the boy’s glasses cracking against the sensitive flesh around his eye and suddenly, his coach was behind him and trying to pry him up and off of Richie.
“Stop!” Darren’s arm was cocked back as he struggled against the strong hold his coach had on him, ready to punch Richie again, but the sound of your voice stopped him. Richie’s head snapped in your direction, his glasses crooked and broken on his face and a black eye forming already. His knuckles that were squeezed tightly against the fabric of Darren’s tee were covered in Darren’s blood and bruised. Darren looked at you, blood running from his broken nose and over his mouth, dripping from his chin. 
You hurried toward them, screaming at them the whole way, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Rich!? And Darren, get off of him!” They separated, Darren being picked up by his coach and Richie scrambled to his feet, taking his glasses off and stuffing them angrily into his backpack on the ground. 
“What’s wrong with me? More like what’s wrong with him!” Richie pointed his finger at Darren in blame, “He’s using you, y/n, for a quick fuck and some dickwad bragging rights,” Richie spit at the ground in front of Darren, who was consistently denying the curly haired boy’s claim, before he continued, “because he made a bet with Bowers, that he could fuck you by hom-”
Richie found himself being cut off as you shouted, “Enough! God, Rich... you’re my best friend, but every single guy I try to be with, you always have to wedge your way between us! Now, this!? This is way too far.” You shook your head in disgust and walked toward Darren, slipping your arms around his waist and asking him if he was alright. 
Richie went to speak, “But-”
“No, Richie, no buts. I’m not buying this shit for a second, now please... just go.” You scowled at him and he pursed his lips and smiled rather sourly as he threw his hands up in surrender.
He let out a bitter laugh before he spoke, “Fine, but when he hurts you like I said, which he will, don’t come crying to me, doll. I’ll be the one to tell you I told you so and you wouldn’t like that.” He glared at Darren and then looked at you, trying to see passed the anger written across your face, but he couldn’t. 
“Fuck you, Tozier.” Darren flipped him off, blood spewing outward as he spat the hateful words in Richie’s direction.
“Hey, that’s enough!” Coach yelled, pointing his finger in the direction of each them. 
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” You spoke quietly to your boyfriend, your eyes never leaving Richie as you did. His face fell at your expression, because he knew that one all too well. Growing up together, he managed to elicit that look from you quite a few times. It was a look of hurt. He fucked up and you didn’t believe him.
“Tozier, get your ass to the principle’s office, now!” 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” Richie grumbled and waved off the coach as he rushed off the field and right into the parking lot ahead. No way in hell was he going to the principle’s office. He got in his car, slammed the old creaky door shut and sped off in the direction of the quarry, his engine roaring and his speed increasing the whole way. 
“FUCK!” His hands slammed against the steering wheel and he tore a pack of Marlboro's out of his leather jacket pocket, “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He scolded himself and lit a cigarette as he pulled up to the quarry parking lot.
He sat in silence at this point, thinking about how no matter what he would do, he’d never have you.
Present day—
You sat and watched your best friend ramble on and on with his apology, which sounded 100% rehearsed and you expected nothing less from Richie Tozier. You wanted to be so mad at him and to take it to your grave and never look at him again, but that was only so you didn’t have to remind yourself of how much you loved the insufferable little shithead. 
“I swear to god, I wasn’t lying. I heard his twatty football buddies talking about it at lunch and I-,” he took a deep breath, before puffing on his cigarette he had lit moments before this, “I just got so mad. I know I could have handled it better, but you need to believe me, y/n, I’m not lying.” His words came out quickly and nervously and he was puffing away at his cigarette as if his life depended on it. He was definitely a bit tipsy, having already made a small dent in the bottle of tequila.
“I know...”
“Listen, I know it seemed like a-”
“Rich, I said I know.” He looked at you as you spoke quietly, confusion written across his face and he put the cigarette out, “I know you were telling the truth. I heard Greta while I was in the girls bathroom yesterday talking to her friends about it, saying how funny it was and how he was boning her behind my back and the only reason he made the bet was so Bowers would be on his good side and he could use him as like a body guard... or some shit...?” You and Richie both found yourselves with confused looks on your faces by the end of your statement. 
Then there was silence, but the laughs that followed made Richie feel warm inside and he thanked god that you were laughing with him and smiling at him and talking to him and you were just here with him. 
“Anyway, after that I confronted him about what I heard Greta saying and he cracked. He admitted it to me and then,” your eyes filled with tears you didn’t think you even had after all the crying you’d done before Richie arrived, “he had the nerve, to ask if I would lie and tell everyone we fucked so he could get whatever it was that he wanted from Bowers.” 
“That nasty fuckin’ pig, I should go punch his teeth out this time, for treating my best friend like that.” You smiled sadly at Richie’s words and the way he leaned forward to wipe away your tears. You didn’t say anything else as you grabbed the bottle of tequila from his hand.
“I just... fuck, I was so mad that you were right, okay? That’s why I haven’t talked to you first.” You sniffled and brought the bottle to your lips.
“God, you’re so stubborn. So petty. You drive me nuts, doll..” He teased you and you scoffed at him before taking a swig from the bottle.
“Oh, light that joint, will ya?” You asked him bitterly, the harsh liquid coating your throat and burning your chest as you spoke.
“So.. does this mean I have my best friend back or what?” He raised an eyebrow as he put the joint over the flame of his lighter.
“Fuck, Richie, you know...” you sighed and took another shot, “I wouldn’t want anybody else to be my number one best friend, but could you stop getting into my love life and let me figure this shit out myself, then?” His eyes lingered over the joint and he didn’t speak for a moment.
“Yeah.. yeah, no problem, sweets.” His words were soft and you were a bit confused by his reaction and the way he had hesitated before answering you.
Richie was a stubborn bastard and he knew he had missed the perfect moment to just tell you how he felt, but he didn’t like to be vulnerable and everyone knew that. He was afraid of rejection, and also, of breaking the strong bond between the two of you. And it was funny, because the same thoughts ran through your head about him. So, in conclusion, you were both absolute oblivious knuckleheads. 
Bev had always tried to explain to you how Richie was jealous whenever you would end up with a new guy. He was always cold toward them and very protective of you. Anyone with eyes could tell, but you refused to believe it. Richie was your best friend, there was no way he felt that way about you and if he did, he would have said something by now, right? You also wondered if it would ever even work between the two of you. The thought that it might not, always lingered in your head and you couldn’t stand the idea of losing him.
To you, having him as a best friend was more than good enough, if it meant keeping him forever.
“Let’s smoke this on the roof.” You grinned at Richie’s statement and took the joint from him as you both stood up.
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You picked up your conversation from where it had left off and you looked at him, curiosity gleaming in your eyes, “Why are you always so over the top whenever I get a boyfriend?” 
You passed the joint back to him, intently waiting for an answer. He looked nervous, like he didn’t know what to say, “I.. I mean, you’re my best friend, we grew up together. I don’t want anyone to hurt you.” His eyes darted over yours and your face softened.
“Rich, you’ve gotta give them a chance first! Every guy, you instantly hate. I don’t get it. Like that boy when I was thirteen, Jared, he held my hand in front of you and you shoved him into a bush. How was he hurting me?” You raised an eyebrow and then giggled at the memory replaying in your head. 
“Hey, I’ll have you know Jerkoff Jared was a pervy little shit, practically eye-fucking you all the time, I mean we were thirteen for crying out loud. Oh, and let’s not forget Tony Tiny Balls, was he before or after Garrett the Gagger?” The seriousness etched across his face was priceless and you looked at him with wide eyes, your hair swaying in the wind and the stars shining off your face and damn, he couldn’t stop looking at you as he slowly hit the joint.
“See what I mean? You gave them all inappropriate nicknames, too!?” You both busted out laughing, the alcohol and weed starting to really affect the both of you and it was affecting Richie in the weirdest way. For some reason, words were just coming out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop them.
“I was jealous.” He slurred and you froze up. What was he doing?
“What, uh, wh-what do you mean?” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your eyes falling on the suddenly pretty pattern of your roofing. You wanted to believe the alcohol had you hearing things, but you knew that wasn’t true.
He sighed and looked down at you before putting the joint out, your face looking the other way, “I mean, exactly what I said.. I was jealous. I was always jealous.” His eyes were back on you again.
You turned your head at the feeling of his eyes burning holes into the side of your skull, “Why?” You swallowed the lump in your throat that you didn’t even know was there and felt your heart beating like crazy in your chest.
“Oh, for fuck sake, don’t beat around the bush, y/n.” He hiccupped before he continued, “You know why.” His voice went low and his stare intensified. He leaned forward slightly as he took his broken glasses off, his tequila breath hitting your face and you swore you almost blacked out and that he was about to kiss you, but he didn’t.
The same thought ran through your head as you stared back at him, your eyes searching his. You’re my best friend and I can’t lose you, what if I take this chance and it blows up in my face?
“Richie, I-”
“Listen, I know I’m a drunk, jealous asshole, but...” He whispered so lowly, you didn’t think you heard it right, but oh yes you did, “I love you...”
You stared at him, unsure of what to say or do, because yes, you’ve said I love you to each other, but this one was different. He said it in a way that made your heart flutter and your stomach twist and turn. You had wanted this for as long as you could remember, yet you were always so afraid of it. The thought of losing Richie because of a stupid relationship that didn’t workout scared you, but knowing he felt this way made you wonder if you would regret not taking the chance. 
You were torn...
“Hey, no rush here or anything, but uh,” he coughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, “are you gonna respond?” He smiled sheepishly at you and your mouth opened then closed and his face fell.
“God... fucking damnit, Rich!” You dropped your head into your hands.
“Shit, all you have to say is you don’t feel the same way.” He was smiling awkwardly at you before another hiccup escaped his lips and you looked up and shook your head.
“No, Rich..,” you sighed, “that’s the problem, I love you so much it drives me fuckin’ crazy, but I just don’t think we should do that to ourselves. Everything would change, and don’t get me wrong, being with you sounds amazing...” you gazed into his eyes, “I would just rather have you forever and if the only way that works is if we stay best friends, then that’s how it has to be.”
He involuntarily laughed and let out a small snort with an expression on his face that said ‘you’re joking, right?’.
“Doll, you’ll never know unless you try.” He spoke softly as he reached for a fallen strand of hair in your face, tucking it behind your ear.
“Rich, I just can’t... I’m sorry.” Your eyes glossed over and you tried not to cry as you looked away from him. He sighed and wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s okay, but I love you and you love me, so we’ll be together eventually, babycakes. I don’t care how long it takes, whether it’s now or in ten years, I’ll wait. Don’t think I’m not gonna constantly ask you out, though, cause I am. I mean shit, we can set a schedule, like every first of the month I’ll ask you out in the most mushy gushy romantic way I can possibly come the fuck up with and whenever you’re finally ready, just say yes.” He stated simply and grinned down at you as you rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your face, too.
“God, Tozier, when did you turn into such a sap?” You feigned genuine curiosity, but also let the amusement drip from your words, “But seriously, I just think it’s better this way.”
“Whatever you say, pretty girl. I’m serious, too, I’m not giving up. I’ve loved you since we were little kids. I’m not gonna give in that easy.”
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So, Richie wasn’t playing around when he said he wasn’t going to give in that easy and he also decided to change it from once a month to once every two weeks. You expected something like this from Richie, so it didn't surprise you even a little bit, but at this rate you weren’t sure how long you’d last. 
Richie being romantic was rare; sure, he could flirt. Flirting was something different, but being romantic? Richie Tozier?
You were practically swooning as you thought about it. Fuck, keep it together, girl...
Pep talks usually worked for you, even coming from your own head, but in a situation like this your brain was absolute mush. It had been a month and a half since Richie had confessed his feelings for you and made his promise to win you over and help you shine through your insecurities. So that meant, you’d been asked out three times already and he wasn’t kidding when he said ‘the most mushy gushy romantic way I can possibly come the fuck up with’. 
October 18th, 1992—
The first time he asked you, he forced you to go on a picnic with him at the quarry. He had the small spot set up with lights and a fire and a spot for you to sit together cozily.
You sat wrapped up in a blanket together, poking sticks with marshmallows on them against the fire. That’s when he asked you, “So was this picnic good enough to make you mine yet?” He looked down at you with his big round brown eyes, maginified by his thick glasses (he finally got a new pair a few days prior, so for the passed couple weeks basically, he was blind in one eye).
You swallowed the lump in your throat and you smirked suddenly, “Hey, y’know isn’t this more like a campfire than a picnic?” You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips at him, trying not to smile.
He groaned and threw his head back, “Fuck, you’re impossible, sweets.” He looked back down at you shaking his head in amusement and you brought your half burnt marshmallow to your lips with a sly smile on your face as if to rub it in.
“Gotcha.”
November 1st, 1992—
The second time he asked you, he told you he had a surprise planned for you and that it was so urgent you had to skip school for it, which you honestly didn’t mind too much. So, you didn’t protest, instead giving in right away this time.
Fuck, he had you closer to where he wanted you without even really trying. You were so screwed.
You remember leaving your house that morning and getting in the passenger seat of his bright red, beat up 1983 maserati. The car was only nine years old, but with an owner like Richie, the car was practically a pile of junk already. You loved it.
It was freezing that morning and he told you, “It’s about to get a bit colder, toots. Don’t worry I brought you an extra scarf.” He smiled from ear to ear as he glanced over at you for just a second.
God, he made it so fucking hard for you...
And before you knew it, you were at an ice skating rink a town or two over (you weren’t too sure, you were too busy throwing glances at Richie the whole ride there).
“Rich, I don’t even know how to ice skate!” You squeaked and your face turned pink. The tip of your nose went bright red from the instant cold that hit when you stepped out of the car, gaze locked on Richie.
“It’s okay, me neither.” He shrugged at you with a goofy smile and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he held his other hand out to you.
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that? How is this romantic if neither of us know how to ice skate?” You asked him expectantly.
“We’re gonna learn together, teach other. Balance one another out.” Your breath hitched at the way he spoke, no trace of slyness behind his words. He spoke rather sweetly and your heart dropped into your belly. Fuck, fuck, fuck...
You put your shaky hand in his and followed him as he carried a bag over his opposite shoulder, “So, I got us ice skates since I know your shoe size, because you can’t rent any here. You have to bring your own here. They had these really pretty pink ones so I grabbed those for you. I asked Bev to look at them, too. I wanted to make sure you’d like them.”
What the fuck. Stop it, y/n. Relax, it’s sweet, yeah, but do not give in. DO NOT GIVE IN.
“Th-thanks, Rich.” You coughed awkwardly and he smirked down at you as he handed you the skates.
You noticed there was practically no one there and you looked at him questioningly, “There’s no one here, are you sure they’re open?”
“Yeah, I made sure. That’s why I picked this place, they don’t get much business, so more alone time with my pretty lady.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you could feel yourself absolutely screaming on the inside.
Damn, this one was good. So good you wanted to give in, juuust a little bit. You were strong, though and you held out. Even when he was slipping and sliding on the ice with you in his arms, your hands locked firmly on his biceps to keep as much of your own balance as you could. You both laughed and foreheads knocked together and noses brushed and you might have felt his breath in your mouth for a split second, his lips just grazing yours accidently.
Your chest exploded and you wondered if it felt even better to actually press your lips to his and if he tasted good; he sure looked like he did...
“So, babe whaddaya say? Be with me, c’mon this sappy shit is starting to make me feel all ooey gooey inside, bleh.” He scrunched his nose up and peered down at you in amusement over his glasses.
“You have no idea how much willpower I’m using to say this right now, but no can do, trashmouth.” You laughed at his expression. His glasses slid down his nose and his cheeks were flaming and his mouth was slightly open. He was absolutely shocked it hadn’t worked.
“You’re one tough fuckin’ cookie, y/n y/l/n.” He laughed before placing a kiss on your head trying not to fall backwards onto the ice as he pulled away.
November 15th, 1992—
Alright, so the third time he asked you he might have been very, very tipsy. And when Richie gets tipsy enough, he turns into a complete hornball.
We’ll keep this short and sweet, but he ended up slurring along to the words of Good Enough by Bobby Brown, singing into one of your hair brushes in your room.
Even weirder; some of your friends were over and having some drinks with you, as well. Their reactions were priceless, but you on the other hand, weren’t sure whether you should laugh or blush.
“So? Be my—hiccup—girlfriend, sexy?” He swayed from side to side, his hands spread out above his head and his mouth curled into a big dopey smile.
“Oh god, Rich... this one was terrible, but also memorable. I swear to god I’m never gonna forget this.”
“Well, fuck—hiccup—me.”
“Oh, you wish, loverboy.”
November 29th, 1992—
You had to admit, you were in love with Richie for years and you never thought you could fall even more in love with him, but you were wrong. The passed two months were honestly the happiest you’d been in a long time and he wasn’t even your boyfriend. Your insecurities began to fade away and all you could think about was being Richie’s and him being yours.
Homecoming was around the corner and today was your two week mark, so you knew what that meant. Lucky number four.
Weirdly enough, you anticipated it all day long and to no avail. He hadn’t even asked you anything at all, nor to Homecoming and you felt somewhat disappointed.
At the end of the day, he told you he had some things to take care of and he’d see you at your place later. This didn’t help your mood, but you let it go. Maybe, he forgot today was another two weeks. Maybe, he thought it was tomorrow...
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You trailed up your driveway and through your front door, confusion spread across your face at the pair of pastel pink heels sat neatly on your doormat just inside. You looked up and Eddie was sitting in your living room.
“Holy shit, Eds, how the fuck did you get in here!?” You stumbled back and he laughed at you and shrugged.
“I can’t tell you that, but here, this is for you. You might wanna grab those heels too, and head into the kitchen.”
This had Richie written all over it and you cursed yourself for thinking he had forgotten his own plan. Of course he didn’t...
You peered down at the pink rose hair clip, it was beautiful. You let Eddie place it in your hand and you grabbed the heels, turning the corner to kitchen.
Bev and Bill sat at your kitchen table and in front of them was a shoe box that looked brand new, “Oh hey, sweetie,” Bev smirked up at you, “we’ve got something for you.” She handed you the shoebox and inside was a pair of dark men’s dress shoes.
Of course Richie would make you carry his shit, the little bastard.
Bill looked at you and nodded towards your staircase. You slowly walked to and up the stairs and Stan, Mike, and Ben all stood at the top of the stairs. Stan held onto a nice looking suit, that happened to match your shoes perfectly. Mike held onto a bouquet of pink roses and Ben held out a beautiful pastel pink dress in his hands.
You reached the top of the stairs and they piled everything onto you, “There’s one more thing in your room, go see what it is.” Mike smiled mischievously and you shook your head at the cheesiness of it all.
Richie really had outdone himself here. You had no idea he was capable of such sappy shit, but boy did it make your heart melt.
You walked into your room and Richie stood in front of you with a cute little sign that read, ‘be a smartie and let this dum dum take you to homecoming?’
You dropped everything on your bed and hunched over laughing and trying to catch your breath, “I’m so–I’m so sorry, it’s just–” you looked down at the poster and giggled.
He blushed and said, “Hey, this part was all Bev, I was gonna wing it. You were gonna come in and I was gonna say ‘hey, dollface, I already got both the tickets and our outfits, now you gotta go or you’re paying me back cause this shit took every dime I saved since I was twelve, see ya at 8 on Saturday’. I told her what I was gonna say and she laughed in my face and forced me to draw this, which I suck at by the way, but she picked this clever one herself. Would have been helpful if she drew it, too. Oh well.”
He shrugged and you had stopped laughing and now you were just staring at him as you inched closer to him, “Fuck, I love you, you cornball.” You threw your hands around his neck and whispered to him, “Of course I’ll go to homecoming with you, dum dum.” You giggled into the nape of his neck as he muttered a small ‘hey!’ and you continued, “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?”
You pulled away so your face was in front of his now and his eyes locked with yours, his face reddening by the second, “Really?” He barely spoke above a whisper and you nodded at him with a grin, “God, finally. I don’t know what else I could have done to top this shit! Plus, I’m broke now.” He shrugged with a joking smile. Or maybe he wasn’t joking, you weren’t actually sure...
Suddenly, his lips were on yours and it felt like everything was falling ontop of you. Your ears rang and your arms tingled, your legs going weak. His tongue slid against your bottom lip and you hummed into the kiss, revelling in the taste of strawberry candies and Marlboro’s enveloping your mouth and for some reason nothing could have tasted sweeter to you. Your tongues clashed and your heart fluttered and you saw stars behind your closed eyes.
“I love you, sweets. I told you I’d make you mine, didn’t I?” He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath and his glasses fogged up for a moment.
“I love you too, but I think I’ve been yours for a while now.” You murmured against his lips as you reached up and took his glasses off for him.
“Just wait till I get my hands on you after homecoming, I can’t wait to take that dress off of you.” Smirk.
“Richie!” Blush.
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New Traditions, Part 1
Part: 1 of 2 (Part 2 found here)
Co-authors: hopeless_romantic_spoonie, yespolkadotkitty
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Spoons realizes that Loki hasn't celebrated a birthday since they've known each other, and she is determined to do something about it.
Entire series found on Ao3 here :)
A/N: Co-written with my smut sister in crime, @yespolkadotkitty​
Warnings: Smut!
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“Must we?” Loki grumbled.
You smiled, loving him somehow even more when he was in a sour mood like this, a misery puss. “Yes. You can’t seriously not know your own birthday.”
He frowned, the motion pulling down that gorgeous poet’s mouth. “As I have said previously, it’s not the most auspicious memory for me, kitten.”
You settled yourself more firmly into his lap, twining your arms around his neck with a shit-eating grin. “And I want to make all future birthdays a great memory. A date you look forward to. A date we can celebrate.”
He rolled his eyes.
“With cake,” you added.
You had his interest now.
“What sort of cake?” he asked, his face set in that practiced boredom that you now saw through easily.
“Whatever sort you want. Birthday person chooses the cake.”
He arched a brow. “And, if Midgardian traditions are to be followed completely, I shall receive a present, shall I not?”
You teased your fingers through his raven hair, tugging on it lightly. “Whatever you want. Although what do you get a two thousand year old god who can wield magic?”
“I have a few ideas,” he replied silkily, his voice dropping as he nuzzled his face into your neck, making you shiver with delight.
“Do they involve clothes?” you teased, loving that you were more comfortable with him than ever, relaxed enough to so casually have this conversation.
“No clothes will even be entertained on my birthday,” he growled, continuing to kiss his way down your neck. His busy, talented fingers started work on the buttons of your sweater, revealing more of you to his eager gaze with every passing moment. You arched your neck to give him better access, clinging to his shoulders as he filled his large, warm hands with your breasts, teasing the nipples.
This man. He could send you from zero to sixty in a hot minute and he knew it. From the way that he leaned you back into the couch, claiming every inch of bared skin for his own with caressing fingertips and warm kisses, you could tell he reveled in knowing exactly how to make you lose your mind.
You breathed his name as he put that silver tongue to work down your body, switching positions so he lay you back on the sofa. It had been christened many times since Loki had practically moved into your apartment, and you hummed in pleasure as he moved over you. You’d even started referring to it as “the sofa of sex” in your head. Loki definitely had a similar idea; he sometimes got a wicked gleam in his eye when you flopped down on it after a hard day of work.
Clothes practically melted off of your bodies, tossed haphazardly about the apartment in Loki’s rush to feel your skin bare against his. Only when your entire body was bare to him did he proceed in lavishing you with his attentions, his tongue and fingers playing down your body to reach the apex of your thighs.
He stroked his deft fingers over the throbbing need in between your legs, eliciting a sigh from you and making your hips buck against him. You felt him smile against the soft flesh of your breast. “Seven hells, I can’t get enough of how responsive you are.”
Your fingers found purchase in his hair, urging him on with gentle pressure on the back of his head. “If you don’t touch me, right now, I swear to those Norns that you talk so much about that I won’t have sex with you for an entire week.”
“I hardly doubt you could resist me for that long, kitten, but as you wish. Let it be known that I have never left you wanting,” he purred, closing his lips over the pebbled peak of your breast just as he pressed his thumb over the pearl at the top of your sex, stoking a growing fire inside of you that threatened to burn you up from the inside out if he didn’t tend to it.
He shifted above you on the couch, sliding your legs further open with his knees pressing against your thighs, opening you up so he could slowly dip two fingers into the slick entrance of your sex. You clutched onto him, abandoning your hold on his hair to grip his broad shoulders, whimpering and sighing in turn as he expertly brought you closer and closer to your release.
And only when liquid heat finally crashed through you, all-encompassing and so powerful that you cried his name into his mouth as he claimed your passion for his, did he fully sheath himself with you.
His answering groans of pleasure were delivered into the sweat-dampened skin of the hollow your throat, his hands holding your hips steady as he simply held himself still through the aftershocks of your ecstasy. And just as you were melting into the soft give of the couch beneath you, your gripping fingers smoothing over the taut muscles of his back, did he begin to take you as he desired.
“I need you, love,” he growled, nipping gently at your jawline before bringing his head up to gaze into your eyes, the intensity of his desire stark in the green depths.
Your hands hooked onto the cut muscle at his waist and you urged him deeper into you, making his eyes widen slightly. “Then take me, Loki.”
He kissed you, quick and hard, your tongues dueling as his hips snapped against yours at an almost punishing pace. It was all you could do to hold onto him for the ride, wrapping your arms and legs around him until he cried out your name in turn, his body coiling and shuddering before he sank into your loving embrace.
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Later, as you snuggled into him, still basking in the afterglow of truly fabulous sex, you pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. “So you’re on board, then? With a party? For your birthday?”
“As long as there’s cake,” he answered. Your eyes were closed but you heard the smile in his voice clear as day.
“And I can invite your friends?”
A low rumble moved his chest slightly under your ear as he chuckled. “I do not have friends.”
“You do so.” You drilled a finger into his stomach, making him jerk and laugh in surprise. You’d never tire of his easy laughter that seemed to only come out around you. “The Avengers.”
“Those peasants.” But there was no heat to the words, and you knew that he was really beginning to feel a kinship with the Stark Tower Residents, whether he liked it or not. “And my brother will have to attend, I suppose.”
“He will. Just picture his face if he was left off the guest list.” And you could imagine it, easily. Thor was such an overgrown puppy and when he looked sad it was unbearable.
Loki played with your hair, the familiar gesture soothing. “Very well, kitten. I can deny you nothing. I ask only that that manchild Stark not be involved with the planning.”
You smiled. “I agree. Being micromanaged by Tony is enough to put me off a party mood. So no danger there.”
“It’s settled, then. There shall be a Midgardian party. For me.” He hummed, thinking it over. “I have never had such a thing.”
You snuggled into him, your heart wrenching. “Not even on Asgard?”
“Aesir are not much for parties. There were festivities, but they were family affairs, rather than singular birthday celebrations.” He dropped a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you, kitten. For thinking of me.”
Your heart squeezed as you tilted your head up and met his lips with yours. “You can thank me if you still feel this happy after a couple of hours with your favourite peasants.”
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Pit Stop: Part 4
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Dylan felt like a thousand eyes were staring daggers at him as he maneuvered his way through neighborhood after neighborhood, passing empty houses and unidentifiable piles of meat. Streaks and stains of blood told tale of unbelievable violence and terror. Yet the engine of his motorcycle was the only sound in his ears, and he was the only moving thing. Or so he thought.
Dylan had no idea how long he’d been riding around looking for the school when the little boy on the bright red bicycle appeared at the side of the road. The boy was dressed in a black jacket and faded blue jeans. He stared with wide eyes as the older man slowed and stopped, his head following along.
Apprehension gripped Dylan, and he felt a small pang of guilt along with it as his hand instinctively went to the hidden gun within its holster at his hip. He stopped just short of grabbing it. “What the hell are you doing out here, kid?” Dylan asked raspily. He cleared his throat. This kid was only the second living thing he has seen in Harterville since his arrival.
“I dunno,” the kid said, adjusting his position in the bicycle seat, which squealed loudly under his weight. “Just ridin’ my bike, I guess.” The casual way he spoke, like there weren’t body parts lying in the grass just a dozen or so feet behind him.
Dylan felt a lump forming in his throat, “W-What happened---,” he began.
“Doesn’t matter,” the boy spoke before Dylan could get his question out. That’s when Dylan noticed there was a small bump in the boy’s left cheek. “What are you doing here? You ain’t from here.” The boy’s lips puckered and he made a loud suckling sound as the lump shifted from the left to the right.
Sweat streaked down Dylan’s face and into his eyes but he didn’t move to clear it away. “I was just---,”
The boy’s left arm shot up suddenly and a thin index finger extended, pointing further down the street. “Take the next right, then go down two blocks and turn left. Couple-a miles after that and you should hit the school.” His arm dropped and he stared at the older man with eyes that were slowly becoming bloodshot.
“Thanks, kid,” Dylan said, quickly turning his attention away from the boy.
The boy grinned, mouth growing far larger than it should have, cracked lips peeled back revealing twin rows of dagger sharp teeth. Held lightly between the fangs was a single, bleeding eyeball. When Dylan’s eyes gave one last, quick glance the boy chomped down on the eye, sending a thick, gooey substance squirting out over his chin. The boy laughed, black ooze dripping from his now-empty eye sockets, as Dylan peeled out.
Roaring laughter echoed in Dylan’s ears as he took the first right turn in a tight arc, he didn’t dare look back. But he didn’t have to. Halfway down the street, parked at the curb was a little red bicycle with a grinning creature in a black jacket and blue jeans. On the front of the bike was a wire basket, and in that basket was the bloodied head of an adult, the flesh around the neck hanging in ragged shreds through the gaps in the basket. Dylan sped up. The creature began to laugh even harder, twisted grey flesh bulging from the ever shrinking clothes.
“YOU’RE GOING TO DIE HERE!” the creature howled as Dylan sped by it, he felt flecks of its spittle land on his face.
When the time came to turn left, Dylan slowed down to take it easy. The first thing that greeted him after the turn was, again, the monstrous creature on the bright red bike. Though it really wasn’t sitting on it anymore so much as the bike had become a part of its body, grey-black folds of wriggling flesh poured over it. It was still laughing, and now wearing a necklace of severed heads that bounced on its multiple chins. Each head was connected to another via a thick strip of barbed wire that went in the mouth and came out the back of the head. To Dylan it looked as if the heads were writhing. Somehow still alive.
Dylan slowed to a stop a good fifty yards away from the creature, its great yellow eyes glaring at him with unmistakable hate. Just turn around, he thought to himself, hands tightening around the leather handgrips. Just turn around and drive the fuck out of here…
“TOO LATE FOR THAT.” The creature shouted at him, “YOU WERE OURS THE MOMENT YOU STOPPED.” The massive creature gurgled and took one struggling step forward.
In one fluid motion, Dylan drew his weapon and fired three wild shots at the creature. The first two hit the monster in the torso and the third, somehow, hit it square in the left eye. The thing roared in pain, arms flailing as it struggled to stay on its feet.
“OW! YOU MOTHER FUCKER---,” but now it was Dylan’s turn to interrupt. Three more shots slammed into the monster, gouts of thick, yellow-grey blood pouring out of the wounds. “GRRR, STOP IT!” the monster howled, now drooling uncontrollably.
What are you even doing? Asked the voice in Dylan’s head. It was a mixture of his own…and his ex-wife’s. Gracie. You need to learn to mind your own business. The Ruger clicked empty and Dylan moved quickly to reload, moving on a deeply ingrained instinct he’d learned from hours and hours at the firing range. But it’s too late for that now, isn’t it? That thing was right. You’re so knee deep in the shit now you couldn’t force your way out even if you wanted to. And that’s the thing: you don’t want to. The Ruger jumped in his hands, his arthritic hands twisted by decades of work as a mechanic. They ached now, the knuckles and joints of his fingers swelling visibly.
Perforated with dozens of bleeding holes, the creature had come to a full stop and was now leaned forward on its hands. It wheezed, struggling for each breath it forced itself to take. “FUCKER…YOU…fucker….” It gasped.
You push yourself into a place you don’t belong and try to take control. The voice continued as Dylan slowly lowered the gun, finally take a moment to wipe the sweat from his face. Because you can’t have a little mystery in your life, it makes you crazy knowing there are things out there that others understand and you don’t. Dylan slowly dismounted his motorcycle and, after checking to see if he still had bullets, began to slowly inch his way forward---towards the dying Thing.
With a loud thud the monster fell completely to the ground, its face upturned towards the approaching man. It tried to speak but only a wet wheezing would come out. Dylan saw that while most of its wounds were bleeding the yellowish puss, one shot in the side of its head was leaking….red. Crimson red. He stopped dead in his tracks ten feet away from the monster.
Mustering all of its strength, the monster lifted itself up on its bloated arms. It glared at Dylan with its one good eye with unmistakable malice. “You’re all like this. Right until the very end. Shit doesn’t matter until it’s happening to you, right? A bunch of self-absorbed ass…assholes.” The creature began to cough, globs of black ichor spewing out onto the grey, cracked road. That’s when Dylan noticed the monster’s skin was beginning to melt, sloughing off in liquidy chunks and dissolving into thick tendrils of foul smelling smoke. “If you…just would have…listened…she wouldn’t have started…this.” The creature’s strength finally gave out and it again crashed to the ground, face first.
Dylan stood there in shocked silence as the creature continued to melt. Before long, a small figure began to take shape within the dissolving flesh. His heart leapt into his throat. A boy, no older than thirteen, wearing a black jacket and blue jeans and filled with bullet holes, was revealed as the last of the flesh dissipated. He was completely still.
Holstering his weapon, Dylan knelt down and slowly reached out to touch the boy. Half of the boy’s face was covered in what looked like some sort of birthmark. A dark splotch against pale white skin. Pale blonde hair stuck to his face, matted with blood, some of it stuck inside of the eye socket Dylan’s bullet had pierced.
With a jerk, Dylan stood up, holding the hand he had touched the boy out like it was gangrenous. It was shaking. He realized he was shaking all over.
Just a kid
Just a kid
It was really just this little kid
Dylan fled back to his motorcycle and kicked it into gear. He tried to push the image of the dead boy out of his brain as he left it behind. Maybe it was human once, but…not in the end. No. The boy died a monster. That’s when Dylan realized the ring of heads was around the boy’s feet. It was real, but the heads weren’t moving. He almost stopped again to look back, but decided against it. He knew looking back would bring back his feelings of shame, he just didn’t understand why.
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Classic literature vine compilations - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 05
(A/N: Another compilation, because there are too many single vines and incorrect quotes)
Lady Summers: How many times do I have to tell you not to wear the red dress, when we go to a party? Alma: Come on, this is my best and favourite dress! What do you have against it? Lady Summers: If you want to walk around like this in Whitechapel, fine. But we're going to a court ball! You can't dress in red! Hyde: Awww, why not? It looks so gorgeous on her! Jekyll: Only fallen women wear red. Hyde: So? She's not one and still looks like a goddess in red. Alma: Damn right! Thank you, Mr. Hyde! Also, sister dearest, did I mention that this Romanian Baron Cleranescu will be there? Lady Summers: … Lady Summers: Never mind, dress like a vile temptress. Alma: *smirks* Gladly! Hyde: *grins* This is going to be fun! Utterson, Lanyon and Jekyll: … Lanyon: I have a sense of foreboding … Utterson: Me too. Jekyll: I bet fifty Pound Sterling, that this evening will be a disaster. Hyde: *smirks* I'll take that bet! 
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Jekyll, after Lanyon left him: My boyfriend of 15 years broke up with me. Utterson: That's rough, buddy. Utterson on the inside: Perhaps now I have a chance …
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Poole: Bradshaw, we need to hide all the wine bottles. Bradshaw: Another domestic with Dr. Lanyon? Poole: No, a full on fight. Bradshaw: On a scale from one to ten, how bad was it? Poole: An eleven. Dr. Lanyon broke up with him. Bradshaw: Oh crap. Poole: Yeah. And knowing our master, he will drink himself into a stupor for several days and nights, before burying himself in his work. Bradshaw: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go hide the bottles.
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Simon Stride: Lisa Carew, can this be you Simon Stride: What is this man that you have taken- Lisa Carew: Simon, shut up and listen here- Lisa Carew: You think you're cool, but you're mistaken.
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Utterson: I'm the calmest person in the group. Hyde: Some twats hurt Lanyon. Utterson: … Utterson: Mr. Hyde, would you do me a favour? Hyde: Fine, because it's you. Utterson: Kill them all. Hyde: *smirks predatorily* Gladly.
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Lady Summers: Alma, you need to come out, we're going to be late! Alma: I'm a lesbian! Lady Summers: Not what I meant, but I support you!
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Some rando: *pointing at Hyde* Lol, look at that kid! He has women's hips! A prostitute: Are you suicidal? *quickly backs away* Hyde: *slowly turning around* What did you just say about me?! Hyde: *grabs the guy's ankle and flings him around like a ragdoll*
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Lanyon: Who's in our bathroom? Utterson: I hired a drunk gremlin to compliment us. Hyde, to Lanyon: Are you a model? Lanyon: … Yes.
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Lanyon: Why do we even need coming out day? I mean, everyone's a little gay- Jekyll, with Utterson in his arms: Well, I'm a big gay and today I'm coming out as the world's biggest gay!
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Lady Summers, to the gentlemen and her siblings: Hey, everybody! Today my second cousin Wilhelm pushed me, so I'm starting a kickstarter to put him down. Lady Summers: *opens a chart* Benefits of killing him would be I would get pushed way less.
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Lanyon, after breaking up with Jekyll: Gha! I still can't believe he did that! Lanyon: But then again, what did I expect. When was the last time he actually treated me like his boyfriend. Lady Summers: Precisely five months and seven days ago, when he surprisingly remembered your anniversary. Lanyon: *sighs* Why did I date him? Lady Summers: Because he dabbed it up with you. Lanyon: Why did I let that happen? Lady Summers: Because he got you both full up the knocker. And because you were wild young men in love. Lanyon: Why am I even discussing this with you right now? Lady Summers: *shrugs* Beats me. 
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Utterson: I think I see now how it happened. Utterson: Last evening at dinner, when the baron saw Her Ladyship give her rose to Dr. Lanyon, he was furious. He dropped a steak knife into his purse- Hyde: Big deal, I took a whole plate set! Utterson: NOT NOW, EDWARD!!! 
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Alma: Listen, you punk! You wanna fight with someone, you're gonna have to fight with me! But I warn you: I did time in Newgate. Some prisoner: Newgate's a men's prison. Alma: I know, it took my sister bailing me out a month later for them to find out. Hyde: … This was amazing! However did you pull that off?! Alma: I live and work in Whitechapel, it's not that different. 
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Jekyll: And that girl's father still wouldn't leave me alone! What is that with all these people thinking that a bachelor would be eager to get married at the age of fifty?! Hyde: Gee, I dunno. Maybe it's because you're rich and good-looking and a doctor? Or because of everyone is expected to marry? Then lead a dead boring marriage with a dead boring woman, while pretending that everything is sunshine and rainbows? Oh, and as the frosting on the cake, make a bunch of screaming, annoying brats? Jekyll: *chuckles* I don't need a wife to have all that. Hyde: *ignoring the last jab like a boss* What about the girl? Was she at least funny? Jekyll: She was cute and nice to talk to, but she was clearly not on board with her father's intention to make her marry me. Besides, she was seventeen! If I ever got around to marry (which will never happen), it would have to be someone closer to my age. Hyde: *winks* Like your lawyer? Jekyll: *blushes* That … that's illegal … Hyde: *smirks* But you would, if you could, right? Jekyll: … If he wanted me. 
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Jekyll: Babe, do the thing! Utterson: *genuinely smiles* Both Jekyll & Hyde: *breathless* Holy shit … 
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Hyde: I don't do other emotions besides anger and excitement. Utterson: *exists* Hyde: *blushes* Oh no, he's making me feel other emotions! 
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Jekyll, holding a human heart in his hand: Edward … what is this?! Hyde: A heart, obviously! I thought you're a doctor, you ought to know what a human heart looks like! Jekyll: I do, but why is it in my office?! Where did you get it from and-? Hyde: Well, today is Valentine's Day, right? I wanted to give you something special and since I couldn't cut my own heart out, I took the one of the guy who humiliated you last week. Jekyll: … Jekyll, trying his best to hide his disgust: Uhm … thank you, Edward. You shouldn't have … but flowers or a box of chocolates would have done it too. 
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Alma, on the telephone: Y'ello? Lady Summers: What did you do. Alma: Alright, but you can't be angry at me. Lady Summers: What. Did you. Do?! Alma: Well, first: I was minding my own business- Lady Summers: SCHWACHSINN!!! Alma: I waaaaas! Lady Summers: And what exactly happened, while you were "minding your own business"?! Alma: Well, I was on my nightly walk through Whitechapel, doing a class, when suddenly these scumbags blocked my path! Alma: And one of them said: "LIE ON YOUR BACK!" And I responded with: "I'm not your wife last night!" And they took exception to that. Buuut, you know how that song and dance goes. Alma: So I castrated all but one of them! Lady Summers: What happened to the last one? Alma: Pussed out like a bitch! Silver lining: They will never pass on their disgusting rapist genes! 
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Utterson, to Jekyll: So, Lady Summers told me that Hyde can take a corporeal for to a certain degree, when you're in control. Jekyll: Yes, but it only works in my lab. Why? Utterson: Where did you get that hickey on your neck? Jekyll: *blushes* Wh-wha-I-uh-I, uuhhhh- *Jekyll suddenly turns into Hyde* Hyde: *grins* Oh yeah. I totally did that. Utterson: *blushes* So … uhm … did you two … you know … Lanyon: Did you fuck each other? Utterson: Lanyon! Hyde: Nah, but we would, if we could! Utterson: … Lanyon: Whelp, there goes my mind- hey, are you okay, Gabriel? Utterson: *on the verge of tears* Oh my god, why, oh the pictures in my head, I'll never- 
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Jekyll & Hyde: *yelling at each other like a dysfunctional couple having a domestic* Utterson, Lanyon & Lady Summers: *watching* … Utterson: I'm slowly losing my will to live. Lady Summers: I'm slowly losing my mind over their idiocy. Lanyon: I already lost both. -_- 
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Lanyon: *singing* When I think about my worries and I think about my strife, here is what I simply say- Lanyon: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! 
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Hyde: uwu uwu uwu uwu uwu … Jekyll, slowly losing his last shred of sanity: You know, I'm this close to killing myself just to spite you. Hyde: *falls silent immediately* 
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Jekyll, about Utterson: Sir, that's my emotional support lawyer. Utterson, about Jekyll: Sir, that's my emotional support mad scientist. 
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Lady Summers: Your most exalted Majesty, I would like you to meet my emotional support physician. *points at Lanyon* Lanyon: *blushes like no tomorrow* Queen Victoria: Awww! Congratulations, dear! He's not the most handsome fellow, but he's definitely a keeper! ^_^ Lady Summers: I know. <3
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Hyde: It’s time for your daily dosis of pain! Jekyll: Oh no, please don’t! Hyde: *injects him a liquid* Jekyll: *whimpering* Ow.
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Jekyll: Where were you when my entry got only four likes?! Lanyon: I was making four accounts, bro. Jekyll: Bro!
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Henry, about Edwina Hyde: Sir, that's my emotional support delinquent. Edwina: Huh? *oblivious and confused as heck* Gabriel: *concern for husband and new friend intensifies*
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Utterson: Do you want more tea, Edward? Hyde: Nah, thanks, I'm good. Utterson: Anything else? Hyde: Well, now that you mention it, there is one thing … Hyde: *points to a nearby bush* Could you tell Dr. Lanyon to stop stalking us?! He’s starting to annoy me! Lanyon: *pops out of the bush, armed with a rifle* Ohhh! You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Hyde?!
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Lady Summers: The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. And rats. Those little bastards will getcha. 
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Utterson: I have a problem! Lanyon: Throw the ring into the fire. Utterson: I don't have a ring! I have Hyde! Lanyon: Then throw the Hyde into the fire. Utterson: But I can't throw Hyde into the fire! Lanyon: *shrugs* Well, then you have a problem. Utterson: … Thank you. 
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Hyde: *looking at Sir Carew from afar* Hyde: How about I beat that old geezer to death? Lady Summers: *unsheathes her sword* How about you don't?
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Hyde: My evil knows no bounds! Also Hyde: *witnesses child molestation* EW, WHAT THE FUCK, THIS IS TOO MUCH!!! 
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Lanyon: I'm pleasantly surprised. Hyde: Huh? Why? Lanyon: So you do have standards after all. Hyde: o_e Hyde: You're referring to my reaction to that pedo bullshit, aren't you? Lanyon: Yes. Hyde: … Hyde: Dr. Lanyon, do you realise that by suspecting me of pedophilia, you would accuse Jekyll as well? Lanyon: *thinking* Holy shit, I didn't think of that! Hyde: Think next time, before you jump to conclusions. You're lucky Jekyll holds you so dear. Lanyon: Mr. Hyde, I'm so sorry! Hyde: *frowns* Yeah, you better be. 
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Lanyon: Milady, I would die for you. Lady Summers: … Lady Summers: Listen, I know that this is supposed to be romantic and all, but please don't die for me. How am I supposed to live without my doctor? Lanyon: *speechless*
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Hyde: Wait, how many lovers could an asexual doctor possibly have had? Two? Three?  Lanyon: Well, it depends, what is your definition of a lover?  Hyde: *grins* Any person you bring to a fevered pitch of uncontrollable ecstasy! Utterson: *stares at him* Lanyon: Oh! Fifty-six. Utterson and Hyde: *stare at Lanyon* Hyde: *lowers his tea cup* … Excuse me? Lanyon: I had about fifty-six lovers. Of course that was before I began to seriously date Henry. I probably would have had more, but I wasn't allowed to start dating till I was sixteen. Hyde: Fifty-six? Fifty-six?! Utterson: Oh god, stand back! He's gonna blow!  Hyde: What do you mean, you had fifty-six lovers?! You told Henry you were a virgin, when you hooked up with him!  Lanyon: Hey, you can have a lover without having to go all the way!  Hyde: You cannot! If that were true, Hastie, that would mean you were a slut!  Utterson: Oh come on, Edward, how can you say that? So the man had fifty-six lovers in one year, he's not a slut.  Lanyon: Thank you, Gabriel- Utterson: He's THE slut! Lanyon and Hyde: *stare at him* Utterson: He's the grand Poobah of slutdom! He's the easiest man in this room! Hyde: Gabriel John Utterson, you take that back! Utterson: The slut is dead, long live the slut! *points at Lanyon* 
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Billy finds out about the Upside Down in May of 1985.
He’s with Trish Coopernan at ‘Lover’s Lake’. They’re writhing around in the Camaro’s back seat, Billy’s hand shoved under her neon pink sweater, and her hand shoved down his pants as they french. He wouldn’t have even noticed anything other than Trish’s talons on his junk if Max’s name didn’t echo around him. His head slams into the ceiling of the Camaro and he swears, pushing away from Trish to glare out at the trees around him. It’s 11am, on a fucking Tuesday. He doesn’t give one single fuck about the ‘promise’ he made to Max. If she’s out here, at fucking ‘Lover’s Lake’ with that Sinclair kid instead of in her fucking science class, Billy is going to kill them both. 
Trish whines at him as he scans the tree-line, looking for a hint of red. Once he finds her he’s going to drag her ass back to school by the braids she instead Susan do for her and make sure she knows to stay put. He hasn’t decided what to do with Sinclair yet. 
A thick bundle of branches about 20 feet away bursts open and out comes Max. She’s got blood on her knee and her shirt looks like it’s been ripped in a few places. She looks like she’s been crying, her face is pale and her eyes are red. She’s doesn’t seem to see the Camaro, but she is searching for something, her head whipping back and forth. Billy feels his blood boil slightly. Okay, he was going to drown Sinclair when he caught him. Angrily he climbs back into the driver’s seat, tucking his junk back in and fixing his shirt, eyes locked on Max as she pants for air. Behind him Trish clambers up to the front seat, she’s also looking at Max with a concerned look on her face. 
“Isn’t that your sister?” She asks as she pulls her skirt back up, Billy grunts in repose and throws his door open.
“She’s not my sister. Stay here.” He takes off at a run. Max is just far enough away that he has to make up the distance.
Billy’s less than 10 feet from her when the trees move again, and out tumbles Steve Fucking Harrington. He grabs Max, scaring her enough that she screams before he starts to pull her back into the trees. Billy can’t see Max’s face but she doesn’t seem to want to go, she trips over her own feet and Harrington has to lift her back up before he takes off with her. 
“Hey!” Billy screams. “Harrington!” No way is he about to let whatever the fuck is happening right now happen. He’s going to finish what he started in October and destroy Harrington. “Harrington you sick fuck!” Billy yells as he forces his way through the branches. Who knew, King Steve, the man everyone at Hawkins high looked up too, was a fucking pervert. A sick fuck who trapped little girls in the woods. Billy wonders if the whole town knows, if all those kids hanging around Harrington have been dragged into these woods. The thought makes him want to throw up, he’s a lot of things, but he doesn’t fuck with child rapists. 
“Max!” The scream is followed by another one of Max’s high pitched screams. Billy turns toward the sound and takes off. 
He’s making a lot of noise, breaking branches as he races towards the sounds of voices. Tiny droplets of blood hit the forest floor as the jagged ends of the branches slice his arms and neck. There’s another scream and then the sound of something making contact with flesh, and then silence. Billy feels his heart pick up. The image of an unconscious Max laid out on the ground, bleeding and broken while King Steve stands over her flashes in his mind and Billy’s vision blurs for a second. 
He stops just long enough to pick up a thick branch, it’s heavy enough that Billy thinks he could kill a man with it. He plans too. New weapon in hand he shoulders his way through the last of the trees, a stray branch slicing his arm open and stomps his way into the most disgusting clearing he’s ever see.
The trees are rotting where they stand, huge chucks of bark have fallen off and black puss leaks from the wounds they’ve left behind. It smells like raw sewage, and death. Billy gapes at the sight. It’s horrifying and in the center of the clearing, surrounding by the dead beaten bodies of some animal Billy can’t make out are Max and Steve.
They both look like shit. Max is still bleeding from her knee, and Harrington’s got a nasty cut on his shoulder where his shirt sleeve is ripped and the fabric is stained with blood. Harrington’s got his arm wrapped around Max, that same nail covered baseball bat in his hands as he swings her away from Billy. Putting himself between Max and whatever just entered the clearing. Protecting her from the new danger.
There’s a silent, eerie beat as he and Harrington take each other in. Billy’s hand clenched tightly on the branch and Steve brandishing his bat like a pro. 
“Hargrove?”
“Billy?”
Max and Steve shout at the exact same time. It echoes once, and then dies. Billy wonders if this clearing is cursed. If every, and all sign of life dies here.
“Billy you need to leave!” Max says as she shoves Harrington away from her, no longer afraid of Billy. Especially not with the crowbar she’s got in her hands. Had that always been there, Billy isn’t sure anymore.
“What the fuck is going on?” He tries to put as much venom behind his words as he can but they still come out shaky. Max rolls her eyes and waves the crowbar at him. “Why the fuck are you in the damn woods with my sister Harrington!”
Max steps closer. “Billy!”
“Whatever sick game this is ends now Max!”
“Billy listen!”
“No! No fuck no. You’re fucking coming with me and we’re getting out of this fucked up town.”
“Billy shut up and listen t-“
A screech echos behind him. It sends shiver up Billy’s spine. He goes for Max’s arm, grabs her tight and starts to drag her away. Max’s fights him but Billy’s grabs the crowbar from her hands and gives her a shake. “We’re leaving Maxine!”
“Billy! You’re going the wrong way asshole!” Max screams but Billy doesn’t listen. He’s taking Max home and they’re leaving this fucking town, he’ll drive the kid all the back to California if he has too. 
To his left a bush shakes and Max freezes, eye wide in terror. She starts begging for the crowbar back, tugging at Billy’s hand and yelling for Harrington. Who comes running, bat in hand and eyes hard. Billy stares between them, ready to start shouting at both of them before the bush rips open and a monster jumps out. An actual monster. It’s face opens and then it screams, it screams in Billy’s face and then Steve swings. There’s a sickening sound and the creature recoils. Harrington starts to bash the things head in, what can only be blood splatters across the ground and whatever green is there dies almost instantly.
“Run!” Steve scream, turning to Max and Billy. Billy mouths at him, eyes wide as he stares down at the thing that Steve has just killed. “Billy lets go!” And then Steve’s grabbing his hand and hauling him across the black clearing back into the woods, Max clings to Steve’s other hand and suddenly they’re running straight into two of the other kids Max hangs out with. 
“Steve!” They scream as they almost collide with them. Billy stares at them in horror, they also look like they’d been beaten up. The one with the curls has a black eye and the one Billy is pretty sure is related to Nancy Wheeler has a huge gash over his left eye. “Max!” They scream and Max rushes forward to hug them.
“I told you to stay in the car!” Steve snaps at them, dropping Billy’s hand and rushing forward. Billy watches as he goes to shakesthem but ends up wrapping himself around the three of them and sighing. “Next time stay in the car you shit heads.” 
“What. The. Fuck. Is happening Harrington!” Billy hears himself say. The four of them turn around to stare at him. 
“Billy Hargrove?” Probably Nancy’s brother says and Billy gives him a look. Steve turns to him and they stare at each other, clearly Steve’s at a lose for words. His eyes flick down to the crowbar, and Billy sees him tighten his grip on the bat. 
“Woah there cowboy.” Billy says dropping the crowbar, which Max rushes forward to grab. “Not looking to fight.” He lifts his hands up to prove he isn’t a danger. “But you have to level with me here, what happened back there, they,” He motions at the kids. “You all look like you’ve just been to hell and back.” 
“We kinda have asshole!” Curly says, it might have impressed Billy if he wasn’t hiding behind Max like a scared little kid. 
Steve shakes his head and shoves the curly one behind him. “Look there’s something about Hawkins you don’t know.”
“Steve.” The kids hiss at him but Steve holds his hand up at them, eyes hard. 
“We tell him. He saw-“
“The last time you tried to tell him he kicked your face in!”
“I didn’t kick his face in!” Billy snaps. “I punched his face in.” He tries to look like that doesn’t bother him, like the idea of losing control like that again doesn’t frighten the shit out of him but it does. Harrington gives him a look.
“Yeah last time he didn’t seem ready to listen, but he’s seen them now. He’ll listen.” Harrington is looking into Billy’s fucking soul. Billy looks away first and he can practically hear Harrington smirk.
Harrington begins to tell him a story. It starts a year ago with Will Byers going missing and Barbra Holland dying, about Harrington finding out about the monsters because he thought his girlfriend was cheating on him and then Jonathon Byers kicked his ass and he showed up at the Byers’ house to say sorry only to find Wheeler and Byers armed to the teeth and a fucking demon crawling it’s way from the walls. Harrington talks about how the Chief of Police and Mrs.Byers went to another dimension and saved Will Byers, and how everyone thought it was over only Will started having visions and then Dustin Henderson, Curly, found a baby demon in his trash and kept it. Which lead to a full out demon versus Harrington and friends fight. Which ended in the gate collapsing and Will Byers being freed from being possessed. 
Billy stands there and takes it all in. He remembers arriving to the Byers house in November of last year, seeing red When Harrington lied about Max. Bursting inside to see the fucking mess the house was, broken glass and drawings of something all over the walls. Had Harrington been trying to explain all this crazy to him that night?
“Listen man-“ 
If Billy hadn’t punched first would he have been told this same bat shit crazy story or would Harrington have thought of another lie. He was still struggling to figure out if that mattered when Harrington spoke again.
“None of that matter now because we have to get to Hop and tell him what’s happening! We were getting ready to go camping when we saw the demodogs. My cars all the way on the other side of the clearing. We sent Lucas and Will to flag someone down and head to Hop but it’s not safe to be here right now, we have to leave.”  Billy knows they won’t make it all the way across to Harrington’s car. But maybe they can make it to his. 
“Give me that back.” He snaps at Max, yanking the crowbar from her grip. “Okay shit heads listen up! I’m going to lead us back to my car, we’re all getting in and we’re going to leave understand! Harrington you’re in back, Max behind me no don’t fucking argue behind me right now! Wheeler, Curls fall in line!”
There’s arguments but surprisingly everyone seems to listen, and then they’re off looking like a freak show as they wind their way back through the dead clearing where the many bodies of the demodogs lay bloody and unmoving. Billy tightens his grip on the crowbar as they approach the thick bundle of trees he and Max had forced their way through earlier. He puts out a hand and listens, everyone stopping being him. They wait a beat before Billy decides it’s okay to move again, he swings the crowbar and break the branches so they can walk without hurting themselves more. 
The sound makes him cringe but if what Steve says it true blood attracts this thing, the last thing they need is to bleed more. A bird shakes the trees in front of them and Curly screams, Billy’s whole body tense up as he tries not to swing at it. Letting the white creature fly off into the heavens. He watches it go with a sour look on his face, how is anything alive so close to that cursed clearing. He grabs Max’s arm and hauls her up a small cliff drop he hadn’t noticed earlier, ignoring the huff she lets out at being lifted off the ground by him. He sets her back easily and waits for the other three to catch up.
To his horror he watches as Harrington sets the bat down to help Wheeler and Curly up , Wheeler’s about as athletic as a new born blob fish apparently. Harrington hands Billy the bat and then hauls himself up next to Billy, who gives him the bat back the second his feet his the ground. 
“Plant your feet.” Billy tells him without the venom he used to have. Harrington actually smirks at him before taking the bat and ushering the kids back into formation. Billy takes the front of the line again, ready to bash some monster brains. He can see the edge of Lover’s Lake now, can make out the loud sound of his radio blasting Van Halen. They’re almost home free.
Something bursts free from the bushes in front of them, Harrington is at his side in seconds as they face down yet another demodog. This one looks different than the others. Bigger, almost older. Billy tightens his grips and swings just as the creature launches itself at them. He ends up missing it, but manages to stab it’s belly. The sound it lets out makes Billy’s ears ache. 
“Hold it down!” Harrington screams as he rushes forwards, boot flying out to kick the demodog in the side and his bat swing down. Billy waits just long enough for it to become distracted by Harrington bashing it’s head in before he twists the crowbar and yanks it out. 
The demodog screeches, it’s huge mouth opening wide as Harrington rains down on it. Billy straightens and joins Harrington in bashing the creatures skull in. Watching as it finally gives up and dies. 
“Lets go!” Harrington says, turning to the kids and grabbing Billy’s shaking wrist. The five of them break through the brush line and make a wild dash towards Billy’s Camaro. 
Trish is nowhere to be seen. Billy swears and calls out her name, hoping maybe she just needed to pee or something! But silence.
“Fuck! Trish!” Harrington calls out, shoving the kids into the car. “Trish it’s me Steve!!” And Billy’s reminded that Steve used to be the King of Hawkins. Billy goes to open the driver’s side, and find the handle is covering in blood. Billy turns to Harrington, lifting his hand into the air and they share a look, this isn’t good.”
“Get in.” Harrington says and he throws Billy’s passenger’s side seat back, climbing in himself and yelling at the kids to shut up! Billy doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s in the driver’s seat in seconds.
“Hold on.” He snaps at them, turning the car on and peeling out of the small parking lot. 
Behind them the trees rustle. Billy rips his eyes away from them before whatever is there can exit, he tightens his grip and focus on the road. Next to him Harrington whips around, eyes now locked on the road and hand coming up to grip Billy’s arm. It’s a heavy weight that Billy decides to ignore, for now. Maybe this town isn’t such a shithole after all.
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The Daughter of a Righteous Man- Chapter 19
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*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*
After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.
Chapter Nineteen, Fragile Love
Dean
We had a plan. We were going to let the angels come, and Ruby was going to summon the demons. We would just stand back and let them fight it out. It was a ballsy move, but it's the only one we had.
"I'm sorry," Anna said gently. "I didn't know you were married."
"It's my fault," I said running my fingers through my hair, with a dry laugh. "Things have been... not good in the last week, don't feel bad. You didn't know."
Anna nodded, not meeting my eyes. God I suck.
"Anna, Uriel has your grace," I said seriously. "I think if we get him back here... I think you can get it back."
"Maybe,” she exhaled. "But either way, Dean, its time for us all to face what we have done. You with your wife, and me with the angels."
She patted my shoulder before walking away, her hand slipping down my arm.
At this point it was just a waiting game. Ava was in the corner on the phone with Bobby. He was watching Eleanor, and she wanted to keep him updated.
It was a lot, and I needed some air so I walked back outside into the night.
"Hey," Sam said, walking out right behind me.
"Sammy."
"So she's pretty pissed huh?"
"Guess you heard." I frowned, shoving my hands in my pockets.
"More like put two and two together,” he said slowly.
"Hm. Yeah, I'd say she's pissed."
"What about you? You still mad?"
I pulled my hands out of my pockets and began to pace. "Not sure how I feel."
"You've gotta know that it's you and it's always been you."
I shook my head. "Here's the thing, Sammy. It's one thing if it was just sex. You sleep with my girl, I kick your ass, and we move on, but what am I supposed to do knowing what I know?"
"It doesn't matter, man, it's over."
"When you're in love with somebody it's never over, Sammy. Not really." I turned to him and caught his expression in the moonlight. He was in pain. It was pretty fucking obvious.
"She isn't in love with me, though. She told me multiple times when we were together that you were her soulmate. You don't just throw that shit around."
I leaned on Baby and stared at the moon and the black, inky, starless sky. "With the things I've done, man. I don't know if I'm even capable of love anymore, sometimes I wish that when I was pulled out of that hole that I didn't come back here. Then I wouldn't have had to face her; I wouldn't have had to face any of it."
"Dean you can't just let her go. Whoever she picks it'll be because that's who she wants. If we love her we have to give her that choice."
"And if it isn't you? You gonna leave?"
"Are you?" He countered, staring at me.
I shrugged. "Nah. Probably not. I don't think I could walk away from Nel."
"Me neither. She's pretty spectacular," Sam sad sadly.
"Listen, man. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't even know if she can forgive me, or if she wants to. But I do know one thing." I put my hand on his shoulder. "I want you to be happy. Spent my whole damn life fighting for that."
"Me too,” he admitted quietly. "You deserve to be happy."
I shrugged and crossed my arms again. "Yeah, well. Maybe that's not in the cards. Maybe I got my happiness. Maybe I already used it all up."
"Not sure that's how it works." Sam snorted.
"What do you know?" I laughed.
"Are you two done looking longingly into each other's eyes?" Ruby asked, popping her head out of the barn.
"Yeah, we're done," I said, standing back up straight.
"Good. Company's coming."
Sam and I looked at each other and we hurried back into the main room of the barn. When I walked through the door I met Ava's eyes. She immediately looked away, causing me to wince. Maybe she wouldn't be as quick to forgive me as we thought just a few hours ago.
The door flew open and Castiel and Uriel stepped through, in typical angel fashion.
"Hello, Anna. It's good to see you," Castiel said. It was pretty clear it was not actually good to see her.
Anna stood strong, with her arms by her side. "Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready."
"I'm sorry," Castiel mumbled.
"No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling."
"Still, we have a history. It's just..."
"Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick," Anna said weakly.
A man stepped out of the shadows, we hadn't heard him come in. "Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head."
Uriel stepped forward with a growl. "How dare you come in this room... you pussing sore?"
"Name calling. That hurt my feelings... You sanctimonious, fanatical prick," the demon hissed.
Castiel held out a hand. "Turn around and walk away now."
The demon shrugged. "Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper."
"You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now... or we lay you to waste," Castiel said sternly.
The demon winked before lunging at Castiel. "Think I'll take my chances."
Castiel frowned and took his palm and placed it against the demons forehead. A light burst through his palm, but to his surprise, nothing else happened.
The demon smeared. "Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?" Castiel looked alarmed as the demon started chanting. "Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferma, me confirma!"
I stood up, grabbing the first solid thing I could find and smashed it against the demons head. Uriel's words echoing in my head. Castiel likes you.
The demon held his head. "Dean, Dean, Dean... I am so disappointed. You had such promise." He turned to me with a growing smile.
My stomach dropped. Alastair. He came at me, fists blazing. I was so caught off guard that I wasn't able to block his first three hits. His nails cut my cheeks, and his fists made my jaw make a horrible crack.
I couldn't see what else was happening. My ears were ringing and blood from my head was pooling in my eyes. There were so many times when I was stuck on that rack unable to fight back when I imagined what I would do to him, but inside I couldn't move. I was fucking frozen in place.
"No!" Uriel screamed.
I tried to look when I heard his voice, through the blood I could barely see Anna breaking the pendant that held her grace.
Anna shouted, "Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!" I closed my eyes, as a bright blinding light exploded into the room. I no longer felt Alastair's weight on my body, or his blows to my face.
I laughed humorlessly. Fuck I can’t believe that worked. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared." My voice was weak.
"This isn't over," Uriel growled.
"Oh, it looks over to me." I laughed weakly as Uriel disappeared. Castiel's face lingered on mine for a moment before disappearing as well.
I closed my eyes, and started to drown in the darkness, when I felt arms wrap around me.
"Dean Winchester you're in so much trouble."
Ava. I smiled even though I was pretty sure my jaw was broken. I wanted to open my eyes to see her, but I was too damn tired. I was just too tired.
Ava
Sam helped me get Dean to the ER. He was seriously out of it from the beating he'd taken.
"What did you two talk about?" I asked Sam.
He was driving and Dean was passed out in my lap, snoring.
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you go outside together. I can't imagine it was a comfortable conversation."
Sam shrugged. "I think he gets it."
"Gets what?"
"Us."
I swallowed hard. "You and I? What do you mean?"
Dean groaned in my lap, and I stroked his hair gently. I could see the hospital coming up close.
"I think he knows that it was just circumstantial," Sam said nonchalantly. "That you didn't really like me, if it weren't for the situation."
"You don't really believe that, do you?" I frowned. "Sam it was more than that."
He didn't look at me in the rear view mirror, but I could see his shoulders tense. "I just assumed, since you forgave him and took him back so easily after what he did. I never hurt you like that."
I glanced down at Dean, hoping he was out of it enough to not absorb this conversation. It seemed inappropriate to discuss with anyone but him. "Sam I haven't forgiven him, we still have a lot to work through, but it's none of your business what I decide to do in my marriage."
He pulled up to the hospital and parked in front of the ER. He turned back to look at me. "Ava it kind of feels like my business,” he said quietly. "Because if you don't forgive him, if you don't pick him... do I have a chance?"
I met his eyes with a sigh and felt Dean stir in my lap. "We need to get him inside."
Sam winced at my words but nodded.
We each got a side of Dean and practically dragged him in the doors.
I spent my whole life avoiding situations exactly like this. Love triangles and boy drama. I watched everyone around me experience it, and it never seemed appealing to me. Why have someone pine over you? Why bother getting your heart broken, and risk breaking someone else's?
They got Dean on a gurney, and took him back behind a curtain in the ER for an examination. It seemed like a tight area so we stayed out in the hall.
Sams hands were in his pockets. He looked serious. Pensive. I wanted to ask him what was on his mind, but I already knew.
"I never meant for this to happen, Sam." I looked at him sadly, through my hair.
"I know you didn't,” he said with a sigh, running his fingers through his shaggy hair. "But you just keep letting it happen."
"What do you mean?"
He eyed me. "You're keeping me on the hook. You keep telling me we had something, and then you still want to get back with him."
"Of course I do! He's my husband!"
"And what was I?" He asked, staring down at me. I could see the hurt flood his eyes and his bottom lip tremble. His hand touched over his head. "What am I?"
"So what is this?" Sam asked me, he held my hand in his. He was running his fingers along the lines on my palm.
"This is my hand." I grinned.
"You know what I meant."
"So serious, Sam Winchester," I said playfully. We were being lazy, lounging around in bed.
He rolled his eyes.
"Aw, don't be like that," I complained rolling over on top of him. "I'm just playing around."
"I'm not,” he whispered, brushing my hair behind my ear with his fingers.
I reached up to touch his cheek. It was rough from the beard he was growing. He looked so tired since Dean died. He missed him a lot. We both did. There was something else growing behind his eyes, though. There was something gentle. There was love.
I couldn't help but kiss him when he looked at me like that. He wanted me. He wanted me in an uncomplicated way. He wanted me like a thirsty man wants water, or like the stars want to shine. It was easy. It was sweet, but most of all it made sense.
"What?" He asked softly, touching my lower lip with his thumb.
I bit his thumb gently.
"Ow,” he complained.
I kissed his thumb. "Sorry," I murmured.
Even the little things didn't annoy me. His kale smoothies reminded me that he cared about his body, and his life. Sometimes he would stay up late listening to serial killer podcasts. I liked them, because it gave us an excuse to cuddle closer late at night. He could reach the tippy top shelves, but sometimes he would put things up high purposefully just so I'd have to ask him for help. He was kind, and I could tell that he loved me.
He took my face in his hands and he kissed me deeply. He tasted like sleep. Maybe I could be his girlfriend. Maybe it could always be this easy.
"You're Sam," I said weakly. I didn't know what else to say.
"Mrs. Winchester? We have finished our initial examination. He has a concussion, his jaw is fractured, and he had to have some stitches. Overall he is very lucky. Have him stick to a soft diet this week and take it easy. Keep an eye on him for the first twenty four hours. If he exhibits any signs of brain injury please reach out to me,” the Doctor said handing me his card.
"Thank you," I said.
"I'll work on his discharge papers."
I pushed past the curtain. Dean was sitting up, holding an ice pack to his jaw. "Hey,” he said with a charming smile, immediately wincing.
"Hey back," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm glad you're here,” he mumbled against the ice.
"I'm glad you're here, too," I said, taking his hand in mine. The skin on his knuckles were broken and his hands were dirty, but I held them tightly. "We have a lot to talk about." I stared into his candy apple green eyes.
He nodded gently. "I'm sorry, Ave."
I reached up to touch his cheek, but my hand only hovered. I didn't want to hurt him. He met me half way and leaned into my hand. "I know." My heart squeezed. "Let's go home."
He nodded, and I helped him sit up.
Anna got her grace back. I guess that was a win. I had a lot of thoughts running around my brain. The apocalypse was coming, I could feel it in my bones. There was darkness coming.
I hadn't forgiven Dean, not completely. We had a lot to work out. I still didn't know how I felt about Sam. I had a lot to work out, but for tonight we were safe. We were alive.
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elizaviento · 6 years
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Have you ever written about a Flesh Curtains Rick? Maybe something short when you have the time, I was thinking about this earlier - either the reader meets Rick at a bar where he's playing or she is already with him and she's watching him play. And things get dirty. Of course. And I'll leave the rest in your very capable hands. Groupie Love by Lana del Rey... listen to that! :)
Mmm, thank you for such a great request.  This was fun to write.
Helping Hands
(Flesh Curtains Rick x Reader)
NSFW – 3000 words of pure debauchery.
*****
“Hey!  Hey you!  The band wants to meet you!” the burly bouncer shouted to me from across the bar.  
“What?  Are you sure?” I asked, my heart slamming the back of my ribs like a jackhammer, making my voice weak and wobbly.
“Yeah, I’m sure, toots!  They only ever wanna bring back one fan after each performance, so lucky you!”
I turned to my friend, Tara, with a look of pure terror that must have been humorous considering how hard she was laughing.
“What am I gonna do?!” I nearly screamed in her face.
“You’re gonna go back there and meet your favorite band!” she replied, pushing me toward the bouncer.  “Make sure you get Sanchez’s autograph for me!”
No doubt, I looked like a complete fan girl to everyone in the bar.  I was the only person wearing a Flesh Curtains t-shirt and the only person literally vibrating with excitement from the moment they stepped on the tiny stage until they disappeared behind it.  I had no shame in being a fan girl. However, I did hate how I had the tendency to completely fall apart every time I had the opportunity to meet someone I admired.  I knew this time would be no different considering I already had an extreme case of ‘rubber legs’, causing me to trip over my own feet several times as I approached the bouncer.  
“You gonna be alright, toots?” he asked with a chuckle.  
“No.  In fact, you should probably call an ambulance right now because I’m on the verge of a stroke,” I replied, already feeling the prickly pin points of panic traveling up the back of my neck.
“Nah, you’ll be fine.  They’re decent guys.”
With that, he led me down a dark hallway to the back of the bar. When we reached a door with the letters ‘VIP’ stenciled on the surface, I felt my head swim and my vision grow dark around the edges.
Please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, I chanted in my head as the bouncer pounded his fist on the cheap particle wood door.
“Yeah!  Squanch right in!” I faintly heard from the other side.  Feeling completely overwhelmed, I grasped the meaty forearm of the bouncer and held on for dear life.
“Maybe it wasn’t me they wanted to meet,” I said, looking up at him.  
“You’ll be fiiiine,” he assured again, prying my hand from his arm before turning the knob and swinging the door wide open.
And, there they were.  Birdperson, Squanchy and Sanchez – just chillin’ on a ratty, stained old sofa in the back of the room.
“Hey!  Nice to squanch you!” Squanchy shouted, jumping from the couch to scurry over to me.  I couldn’t believe how fucking adorable he was as he began to affectionately rub against my leg with a delightful purr.
“Jeez, Squanch.  Take her to dinner first, huh?” Sanchez said.  My gaze drifted in his direction as he leaned casually against the armrest of the couch with a cigarette dangling gracefully from his fingers.
“Ah, I’m sorry!” Squanchy apologized, looking up at me with Puss in Boots eyes.  “I just get so excited when we get to squanch a fan!”
“Um, it’s no problem,” I said, my voice wobbling again.  God damn it.
“It is, in fact, very nice to meet you.  We don’t encounter many humans,” Birdperson chimed in from his place on the opposite end of the couch.  I could actually feel myself sigh like a love sick school girl at the sound of his voice.  And, his feathers… what a gorgeous specimen.
“Come sit down and have a squanch with us!” Squanchy said, taking my hand in his little paw to lead me to the couch.  His carefree attitude was actually soothing and I felt myself start to calm as I watched him jump on the couch and situate himself next to Birdperson, leaving the only open space next to Sanchez who patted the cushion in a gesture for me to sit.
“So – uh – what did ya think of the show?” Sanchez asked, leaning toward me to drape an arm over my shoulders.  My body involuntarily jerked in response and I felt on the verge of panic once again.  He must have noticed because he chuckled softly before taking a drag from his cigarette.
“It was great, of course,” I replied, not looking at him.  If I looked at him, I would immediately drop dead – no doubt about it.
“Yeah?  What was your favorite part?”  Now he was leaning closer, practically whispering in my ear.  Holy fucking shit.
“Umm –” I started before Birdperson swooped to my rescue.
“Don’t mind Rick, miss.  He can be quite aggressive with attractive human females.”
Uh, what?
“Hey, not – not just humans,” Sanchez – Rick – said, leaning back toward the armrest of the couch again.
I sat ramrod straight next to him while continuing to avoiding his heavy gaze.  From the corner of my eye, I saw him take another drag from his cigarette, the ashes dangerously close to falling from the tip to land on his skin tight leather pants.  
“Would you like a drink?  I can go squanch you one right now!” Squanchy asked, hopping from the couch to a wet bar in the corner of the small room.
“I suggest something alcoholic to help calm your nerves as you appear to be very anxious,” Birdperson said.  I felt my cheeks heat up.  Was it really that obvious?
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed.  “I’ll have… whatever.”
“Good choice,” Rick snickered, finally leaning forward to flick the cigarette in the ashtray sitting atop a beat up coffee table.  
“Aw, come on Rick!  Be nice to our guest!  She seems like a squanchy kinda girl!”
“Let – let’s hope so,” Rick replied, the mocking tone still thick in his voice.
———-
An undetermined amount of time later, I had gulped down enough vodka to loosen me up.  And by ‘loose’, I mean giggling and gushing like a moron.
“Seriously, I love you guys so much!” I crooned, leaning against Rick.  He had somehow managed to pull me closer to his side and my body seemed to just melt into his.  “Your first album – fuckin’ genius!  I still listen to it, like, ALL the time!”
“Like, allll the time, huh?” Rick teased, his gravelly voice sensually caressing my eardrums.  I shivered in response and sank even further into him with a sigh.  
“Aw, that’s great!  Which song do you squanch the most?”
“Has to be Demon Humper,” I replied, shaking my head affirmative.  “Or!  Or Deep Throat my Heart.  Such a classic love song.”
“Mmm – that – that’s my favorite, too,” Rick agreed, now trailing his long, graceful fingers up and down my arm.
Huh?
“I hate to leave when our guest is having such a good time, but I must sleep to be well rested for our show tomorrow night,” Birdperson suddenly spoke up as he rose from the couch.  
“Oh, man!  That’s a squanchy idea, Birdperson!  I need a good nap and a squanch myself!” Squanchy said, swiftly jumping from the couch to land on Birdperson’s feather clad shoulder.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and couldn’t believe the time.  No doubt, Tara had already left.  And, a text message from her confirmed it
Tara:  Hey, I gotta go!  I hope you’re having a good time.  Don’t forget to get Sanchez’s autograph for me!
“Shit,” I whispered, realizing that I would need to get a cab and dreading it since every cab driver in this area was a total creep and a half. Rick must have been looking at my phone from over my shoulder because he suddenly declared that he wasn’t tired and that he would be giving me a ride home.
WHAT?
“That’s sure is squanchy of you, Rick!  Hey, it was real squanch to meet you!  I hope we can squanch again!”
“I agree.  It was very enjoyable to talk with you, miss.  Have a safe trip to your domicile,” Birdperson said, holding out his hand presumably for me to shake.  When I extended my hand to take his, he continued – “Rick will take good care of you.”
That seemed like an odd thing to say, but I thanked them for allowing me to hang out and once again expressed my love and devotion before they exited the room.
And, then I was alone.  With Rick Sanchez.  
He didn’t waste any time.  Once the door clicked shut, he grabbed my chin to turn my face toward his and kissed me.  At first, I stiffened, not sure what to do while I screamed like a lunatic in my head.  Then his tongue swept over my bottom lip and my mouth fell open of its own accord, allowing him to invade.  He tasted like cigarettes and booze and it was absolute heaven.  And, then I remembered something –
“Um, Sanchez?” I said as he began to work his way down my jaw and neck.
“Call – call me Rick, baby,” he mumbled against my skin.
“Rick.  I have a boyfriend,” I admitted, the guilt washing over me like a tidal wave.  However, he didn’t stop; only kissed back up my neck to sink his teeth into the soft flesh behind my ear.  Unable to help myself, I moaned and dug my fingers in his tousled hair.  
“What kinda guy lets a – a sexy girl like you outta his sight, huh?” he whispered in my ear, making me squirm.  But, even through the haze of lust I found myself under, I still felt indignation rise up in my chest.
“No one ‘lets’ me do anything.  I do whatever the hell I want,” I said, defiantly.  I tried to shove him off, but he only pulled me in closer.
“Relax, baby.  I-I-I’m just givin’ you a compliment.” He was a cocky one, wasn’t he?
“I need to stop,” I insisted, dislodging him from my body.
“Okay,” he said, clearly annoyed but still determined.  “How about a – uh – a compromise?”
“Compromise?” I asked, scooting away from him and crossing my arms.
“Mmm, yeah.  We don’t have – need to touch each other to have a good time.”
As much as I hated to admit it, I was intrigued.  “Go on.”
“You sit over there –” he said, pointing to the other side of the couch, “– and I’ll sit right here.”
“And?”  
“Aaaand, we touch ourselves,” he finished with a clever smirk.
Well, shit.  I knew this wasn’t exactly a compromise, but I was having more trouble than I should with not justifying it to myself.  I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled another cigarette from the pack lying on the coffee table and lit it, taking a deep drag.  
“Okay,” I finally relented, scooting to the other side of the couch.  A pang of fresh guilt rose in my gut, but I stamped it down.  Like I had told Rick earlier – I did whatever the hell I wanted.
“Fuck yeah, babe,” he said, placing his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, leaning back against the armrest of the couch, and unzipping his leather pants.  “Take – take all your clothes off.  I-I-I wanna see that sexy body while I fuck my hand.”
I felt a blush rise in my cheeks but countered, “Only if you do the same.”
“Deal.”
We both stood from the couch to strip.  He tossed his clothes on the floor and I draped mine over the back of the couch.  When we were both fully nude, we continued to stand and stare at one another longer than intended.  His dick was huge and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Heh, see some – something you like?”  What a cocky mother fucker.  But, I felt my resolution to this compromise begin to dissolve as I pictured spearing myself over and over.
“Shut up and sit down,” I demanded, taking my place on the couch.  He did so without hesitation, fisting his cock in one hand while palming his balls in the other.
“Spread those legs – spread ‘em wide, sweetheart.  Let – lemme see that pussy.  Is it wet for me, huh?”
His filthy mouth had me stifling a moan as I lifted one leg to rest against the back cushions of the couch and spread the other so that my foot rested on the floor.  
“How’s that?” I asked, sounding much too confident.  Thank god for vodka.
“Oh, Christ,” he moaned, stroking his cock from base to tip.  I could see a bead of precum leak from the top and I unconsciously licked my lips.  “Fuck, baby.  Yeah, t-t-that’s good – perfect.  Now lick your fingers and rub that clit for me.”
I did as instructed, dragging the tips of my index and middle fingers across my tongue slowly before lowering them to my pussy, seeking my clit.
“That’s it,” he coaxed.  He was massaging his balls now and was thoroughly enjoying himself by the looks of it.
“Keep stroking your cock,” I demanded, already breathy with desire. “Twist at the tip.”
He did as instructed and I was rewarded when he thrust up into his hand with a gravely moan.  
“Shit, sweet – sweetheart.  I’m imagining that cute mouth on – wrapped around my fat dick.  You like that?”
“Yes, Rick.”
“Oh, fuck.  Yeah, say my name, babe.”
“Mmm, Rick.”  I was circling my clit slowly with my fingers, dipping inside my cunt to coat them with my wetness.
“Squeeze your tits – pinch your nipple,” he growled.  “That’s my fuckin’ teeth, baby.”
“Oh my god,” I moaned, closing my eyes to image just that.  
“Keep rubbing that clit, too.  Now that’s my tongue.  You – y-y-you feel that?  Feel my tongue on your clit?”
“Fuck, yes.  It feels so good.”  I dipped my fingers in my cunt again and swirled my fingers faster and faster.  “Keep talking.”
“Shove those fingers inside.  As many as – as you can fit.  I – I’m imagining sliding – pushing my dick in that tight cunt of yours.  You think you can take this cock, huh?”  I opened my eyes in time to see him soak his hand with his tongue before wrapping it back around his cock, stroking faster.
I shoved two, then three fingers in my cunt and pumped them in time with him.  “Yes, Rick. Oh god, your cock fills my pussy so well.”
“God, y-y-you’re so fucking sexy.   Look at me.”
Reluctantly, I pulled my eyes away from his dick to his face.  The expression he wore was one of pure bliss and I felt a shock wave go through me.
“Oh, shit,” I said, feeling the first tingles of orgasm lick at my nerve endings.
“Keep fuckin’ that pussy.  Yeah, just like that.  Go faster.  Use your other hand – rub that clit again.  How – how’s that feel?”  
I couldn’t reply with words, only strangled cries as I climbed higher.  I hooked my fingers to drag across my g-spot, fucking myself so hard that the squelching sounds could probably be heard from beyond the door.  My cunt contracted around my fingers once, hard.  I was so fucking close.
“Rick.”  I forced the words from my mouth.  “Rick, I’m gonna cum.”
“Shit, me too,” he groaned.  “Fuckin’ – look at me when you cum, sweetheart.”   He started stroking his cock faster and faster while he continued to massage his balls.  I licked my fingers again and resumed my assault on my clit, swirling faster and harder as I pumped my fingers in and out of my wet cunt.  
“Oh god!” I cried, rolling my eyes back to his face as I felt my muscles tense and tense and the pressure mount and mount.  
“Yeah,” he breathed, looking directly into my eyes.  “Fuck yeah, cum for me.  Do it.”
And, then the tension and pressure released all at once, making me scream his name as the waves rippled through my body.  My cunt clenched my fingers rhythmically and I continued to fuck myself through the aftershocks.  
“Fuck – shit, here it comes!” Rick cried seconds before thick white ropes of his cum spurted from his cock to land on his stomach as he bucked up into his hand roughly.  “Fuckin’ – ah god!”
Moments later, we were both panting and basking in the afterglow when I heard the unmistakable click and turn of a doorknob.  
“OH SHIT!” I yelled, grabbing my Flesh Curtains t-shirt from the back of the couch to hastily cover myself.  Rick made no such effort, however – only turning his head toward the door with a slack jaw expression.
“Hey, Rick!  You still here?  I forgot my squanch and –”  Squanchy stopped dead in the doorway, turning his furry little head from Rick to me.  “Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt!  Looks like you two were having a good squanch!  Well, I won’t stop ya!  Squanch ya later!”
“See ya, Squanchy,” we both said in unison as he shut the door behind him.
———-
After we had regained our composure and got dressed, Rick sauntered over to me as I was googling cab companies on my phone.
“I said I’d take you home, baby.”  He plucked my phone from my hands and shoved it into the back pocket of his leather pants.  “But first, let – uh – lemme sign that autograph for your friend.”  He ripped one of the bar’s tattered Flesh Curtains concert fliers from the wall and scribbled his name on the bottom corner.  Then he took my phone from his pocket, tapped his number into my contacts and then handed it back to me.  “Give – give me a call if you ever break up with that idiot boyfriend of yours,” he said, slapping my ass for good measure.
I narrowed my eyes at him and asked, “How did you unlock my phone?”
“Trust me.  You – y-you don’t wanna know how many answers that question has.”
To be continued… (see Holding Out, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description)
P.S.  That last line is one of my favorite of Rick’s from the show and I love incorporating it whenever I can!
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athedemonsqueen · 6 years
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I Found You, Again #2 (Finn/ Seth Story)
Ever since Liam’s birth, I abandoned my WWE titles and became a full time mom to my Little Finnie.
“Mommy, how come daddy isn’t here to take me to school?” Liam asked. Liam is smarter than what most people are. Nothing goes past his head. He gets that from me.
“Daddy got caught up at work, it’s not his fault.” I said simply.
Not his fault my ass, he’s mine when I get done with him. Liam was distance when we got to the playground-normal for the first day, but Liam walked around with a puss on his face that can be seen from Ireland.
“What is wrong?” I asked.
“I just don’t understand why daddy can’t be here you said, he would drop me off the first day.” Liam groaned.
I bent down to Liam and caressed his little arm, “Baby, daddy works at a very complicated job, he loves us and that’s why he does his job….” I could tell Liam was not budge by my words, he is not amused.
“Don’t forget my love, your daddy is a King and that makes you a Prince…” I whispered. The school bell rung and it was time for Liam to go to class. Liam smiled once I called him a Prince.
“Go stand up for Balor Club.” I said, Liam gave me a hug, “I love you mom.” He said.
“I love you too sweetie.” I whispered.
I rushed home hoping, but not hoping to find Finn home. To my surprise he is home. I slammed the door and rushed inside to find Finn sitting at the kitchen table.
“Hey baby, I was waiting for you to-”
“Pre-school…” I said sternly.
“I know, yeah I’m gonna take him now just gotta-”
“Pre-school…” I narrowed my eyes. FInn looked at the clock to find it was too late to take Liam.
“Oh, shit, I thought I would make it home if I got an earlier flight ohh no.” Finn cried.
“Your son…” I said softly. I could tell FInn was upset and he was sorry, I couldn’t stay mad at him.
“You have very few jobs around here and one of the biggest ones is to help take care of Liam…” I said.
“I know, I know…” He sighed. I sighed walking over to him and wrapping my arms around him. He nestled his head on my shoulder, sniffling.
“We saw you last night…” I whispered.
“Did Liam see?” Finn said, looking up. I nodded proudly, “He is so proud of his daddy…”
“Do you think he...would like to be a wrestler one day?” He asked.
“Now, we discuss this, let Liam make his own choices not everyone is born with it their blood…” I said.
“There is one exception…” He said, (Charlotte Fliar) “Besides her…”
Finn had agree to pick up Liam from school. I on the other hand had an important job to handle. I graduated a month after Wresltmaina and went on to my masters. Could you imagine juggling a marriage, wrestling, and school? I was honored WWE offered me a job in the creative department. They need all the help they can get. I gladly took advantage of giving Finn his push that he needed. Somehow in the end, I regret it...sometimes.
Everyone knows me by Mrs. Devitt, others know me by my name, and the rest know me by my ring name- Her Royal Highness: The Demon Queen.
“(Y/N) (Y/N)” called Seth, “Shit…” I scoffed, turning with a fake smile. I’m never happy to see him. He is dangerous in the ring and I think he has the hots for me.
“How’s it going?” He asked.
“Fine, fine…”
“Good…” he said nervously. “How-how’s Liam?” He asked with a small smile.
“Good, today is is first day of Pre-K…” I said, smiling.
“Awe, Pre-K I remember those days…” Seth said.
“You couldn’t children don’t retain memory upon the age of five…” I said, walking past him.
“Liam remembers a lot…” He said, going after me, “He is the smartest boy I know.”
“That’s because Liam is his father…” I said, reminding Seth of the Demon King.
“No, no….Liam is you.” He said, laughing, getting in front of me.
“Seth, I have a meeting to go to discuss the next move for you now as much as I don’t enjoy talking to you I will not enjoy this...please…” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder,
“Don’t make this any harder…” I proceeded to the meeting.
I left Seth standing outside by himself. His eyes never left me. Once he knew I was no longer paying attention to him he went about his way, only to disappear having the entire building shut down to find his ass. Once they found him, he was weak and barely conscious. No one could understand what happened or how it happened. In my gut, I knew what it could been, but I was afraid to ask him.
I approached the gurney with hesitation and looked down at the man, “Seth, Seth…” I whispered. His eyes widen when he saw me, a small smile appeared on his face as his hand tried to reach for mine. For the first time, I could honestly say I was happy to see him like this.
“It’s ok…” I whispered. Seth tried to speak, “Slowly, tell me what happened…” I said softly. Seth struggled to talk to me, but he was taken away before he could. It broke my heart and I felt bad for him.
Finn’s P.O.V
Being a husband, a father, and a wrestler is not easy. I learned this the hard way when Liam turned one. I held the Universal Title for over a two years, and I have already missed his first steps, holding his bottle by himself, and now I missed his first day of school. Now, I find myself constantly juggling fatherhood and my career. When (Y/N) told me she was pregnant, all sense went out of the window. All that mattered was her and the baby. My every waking moment was dedicated to them. Everything slowed down and for awhile I forgot who I was in the ring, I became so delicate, my life became important as I took less risk in the ring.
I waited anxiously to see my boy for the first time in two weeks. The kids were let out and greeted by their parents, Liam came out searching about for me or his mum. Once he saw me, I smiled brightly as he ran to me. I grasped him in my arms. He is so strong. He gets that from me. Liam is my everything.
“You forgive me?” I whispered to him.
“Hm, I’ll forgive you for some ice cream?” He said, batting his eyes. I laughed, that’s his mother, that cunning, multipation.
I got him some ice cream as we drove home from school. Of course I asked him the regular questions that I know I will be asking until he’s seventeen.
How was school…
Do you like your teacher…
Make any new friends…
“Yes…” he said with amusement.
“Oh?” “What’s their name?”
“Fintin just like pop pop!”
“Fintin?!” I said, “Odd name for an American.”
“He’s not American…”
“Oh, Irish?” I smiled, pleasently.
“Um, never asked.” He said, sound unsure.
We pulled up to the house, as Liam ran out of the car, and into the house before I got out of the car. It’s hard to keep up with him. (Y/N) is across the way weeding in the garden she has planted over the years. She seemed deep into her work as I grew closer to her.
“Hey…” I whispered, she jumped giving a “oh…” as she sighed to her relief.
“Did I startled you?”
“Uh, no, did you know Seth is hospitalized?” She said, getting up.
“What? No, what happened? Is he alright?” I asked frantically.
“I don’t know, they put him in the physic ward that’s all I know.” She said, sadly.
“Oh man...Jesus….For what?” I asked.
“They won’t tell us.” She leaned against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.
“He’ll be alright, I know Seth he is a fighter…” I said, hoping I gave her comfort. She pulled away and nodded as she went inside to tend to Liam.
The sky grew dark with angry clouds and thunder roared in the sky; a storm is coming. Normal for this time of year in Florida, and knowing Liam he is hiding in the ‘Thunder closet.’ I walked inside closing the doors behind me. I went upstairs as the thunder shook the house. I called for Liam in his room, who is already hiding. He curled in his closet with his blanket in hand.
“Now, now my son, thunder can’t hurt us…” I said, picking him up. When Liam is scared he speaks very broken Gaelic to me. Too chatter to put any words together. I rushed downstairs to bring him to (Y/N).
“Now, there my darling we are here now.” (Y/N) cooed with her soft voice. She is very motherly, reminds me of my mum a lot. She patted Liam’s back once the rain came and the thunder stopped. Liam had calm down and fell asleep on the couch in the living room.
“Did Liam tell you about his day?” She asked. “Yeah, he likes everything…” I said.
“Oh, good…” She sighed, she began to make dinner.
“I was afraid I would have to keep him home another year…” She said.
“Did he make any friends?” She asked.
“Yeah, one particular, Finntin?”
She stopped chopping food and turned to me, “Finntin?” I nodded, “Irish?” She asked continuing to chop.
“He wouldn’t say…”
“Huh, irrguardless, I’m happy he made friends today…” She said.
“Yeah, he gets it from me I guess…” I said, yawning.
“Yeah, you are more sociable…”
“How is work?” She asked. I was afraid she was going to ask that. I promised to lose the titles by the end of the year, but it seems I need to hang on to them longer. Ever since I won them, I feel I can protect my family and myself. I’m proving to Balor I can survive without him. (Y/N) wants me to lose them so I could be home a little bit more, I don’t blame her. She feels Balor is long gone and is a distance memory, but after living with the beast for years before her, you have too many dark, evil memories of him.
“Oh, good, good…” I said, simply, picking at my hands. She sighed through her nose, putting the knife down and looking over to me.
“You’re lying, Fergal.”
Now, (Y/N) comes in 3 stages…
First, calling me out on my lies...check.
Next her eyes bug from her sockets they might just fall out...check.
Lastly, her hands clutch her hips tightly...check!
I’m fucked. I sighed, looking down. “It might be to Febuary…” I admitted.
“Finn, you promised you would come home before Christmas…” She said, sternly as she approached me, a hint of pain came from her voice as her eyes looked tenderly at me.
“I know, I know…”
“You had so much success in the past years, what more do you want?” She asked.
“Love, it’s not so simple…” I mumbled. “If it was up to me, I would just retire right there, but I’m still too young to do so.”
“Fine, since I’m younger than you, I’ll take over the title reign and you can play mom and Seth Rollins’ love intrest.” She said, with a slight giggle.
“Oh, come now, you think Seth is really hot for you?” I laughed.
“We don’t need to be the last people on this Earth for him to start repopulating!” She exclaimed.
I laughed even harder, going to her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Who do you love?” I whispered to her.
“You, my king.” She cooed kissing my cheek. My hand found my way to the opening over her button down shirt as my hand caressed her beautiful belly. She moaned slightly, titling her head back.
“Who owns this body?” I growled in her ear.
“You…” She said weakly, turning to me and kissed me.
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Every Ladynoir Fic Ever (for Bullysquadess)
Happy Birthday @bullysquadess ! Thanks to you I’ve been sucked into this fandom and achieved minor internet infamy. Please enjoy this finely roasted Ladynoir in honor of your name day.
Disclaimer: This is a work of parody aimed at overall fandom trends and not at any one author or story. None of this is meant as a personal attack on anyone; just a sporking of common Ladynoir fandom tropes.
Please enjoy.
The cerulean skies above Paris’ venerable and antediluvian streets gave way into a rich mauve tinged with the auburn hues of a dying day. On the streets below, Parisians came and went, unaware that the most romantic act in the history of the cosmos was being prepared not three stories above them.
“And we all say
"Oh, well I never, was there ever
A cat so clever as magical
Mr. Mistoffelees"
Humming a jaunty cat-like song to himself (AN: get it? It’s because he’s a cat), Chat Noir went about lighting each of the two thousand one hundred and sixty two candles strewn about the rooftop; one for every hour he knew and loved the most wonderful, sublime, perfect, flawless, radiant, resplendent, exalted, magnificent, regal, truncular, and ethereal girl in all of Paris.
Nay, all the world!
Such was his love that he converted the rooftop retreat where they were to meet for their Nightly Evening Patrol into a lush, romantic scene out of Kenneth Branagh’s wettest Shakespearean dream. Laurels and ivy hung from every corner of the confused tenant’s roof. A record player played a suave Edith Pilaf song (AN: because they’re French) as celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck prepared a delightful evening meal for Paris’ greatest heroes- prime roasted rib, herbed potatoes, and garden salad for the Lady, and half-cup of Friskies “Friend-Zone” mix for the gent.
Chat may have spent upwards of eighteen thousand euro on his little surprise, but it was money well spent. After all, it was the three-week anniversary of the first time Ladybug accidentally spat on him when trying to dislodge a fabulous booger from her perfect nostrils! Such an occasion demanded splendor the likes of which Paris had never seen before. The rooftop scene before him made Versailles look like a dilapidated crack den full of sentient cockroaches, but still it wasn’t enough for his Lady, his partner, his love, his star, his treasure, his catnip (AN: get it? it’s because he’s like…a cat and stuff) his everything, his-
“Whats up ass clown?” Ladybug greeted, swinging onto the rooftop and shattering the intricate four thousand euro Ladybug ice sculpture centerpiece like it was Chat’s heart.
“Dinner is ser-AUGH!” Wolfgang Puck cried as Ladybug pushed him off the roof and into an open dumpster on the street below.
“What the hell is all this supposed to be?” Ladybug sneered at the wall of origami butterflies Chat had painstakingly folded over the course of the last seven months.
“Oh, w-well those are just origami butterflies to represent all of the akumas we fought together as a-”
“Ugh,” Ladybug groaned, blowing a raspberry and using a nearby candelabra to light the origami wall on fire. “Gross.”
Chat’s ears drooped like a kitten that had been caught pissing in the houseplant. “But...I thought we could have a fun dinner together.”
A vein in Ladybug’s forehead bulged as she drew a paper fan from nowhere and bashed Chat across the nose. “Ughh!  We don’t have time for fun! We have a serious and sacred duty to defend the people of this city! There is no time for fun!”
With that, Ladybug upended the beautifully carved table that Chat had spent ten years working on over the edge of the building and on to Wolfgang Puck’s head as he attempted to crawl to safety.
“Vamoose!” Ladybug cried, latching her yo-yo on to a nearby lamppost and swinging across the street.
Chat let a single tear roll out of his emerald green orbs which he quickly captured in a small glass phial so his father could use it in his Eau de Puss line of cologne. Ladybug never, ever, ever had time for anything other than straightlaced business and if it weren’t for the fact that they were supposed to be partners, she would have probably lit him on fire and tossed him in an open sewer drain by now. He would have deserved it, of course; his perfect, flawless, effervescent, stalwart, gladiator goddess of a Lady could have singlehandedly ended crime and cured cancer without his help at all, and his continued presence in her life was as a cancerous zit marring the face of perfection.
But oh; oh! How he loved her! Even with the constant battery, verbal abuse, and veiled death threats she hurled at him every time she opened her mouth, he was one smitten kitten!
“Oi, Simba!” Ladybug called from two rooftops over. “You have ten seconds to catch up and then I’m beating the everloving shit out of you!”
Yowling, Chat Noir scampered on all fours across the rooftops, landing with a pirouette behind Ladybug as she glared hard-boiledly across their city.
“So, m’lady, shall we take a swing along the Seine before heading to the Eifel Tower to close off the evening?” Chat Noir said hopefully, passing her a basket of food he saved from her wrath.
“Ughh,” Ladybug groaned, rolling her eyes. “Why is it always the Eifel Tower with you?”
“It’s certainly the most romantic spot in the city,” Chat Noir purred, waggling his eyebrows as Ladybug drove her elbow into the side of his head. “Ow! Wh-Why are you hurting me so much?”
“Sorry; I have a thing for some other guy so I can’t be civil with any other boy, otherwise I’m basically cheating on him,” Ladybug said, pouring Lucky Charm gasoline on a Lucky Charm table and grabbing Chat around the waist.
“Is that why you hurled a textbook at my head when I said hello to you the other day?” Chat asked.
“Basically,” Ladybug said, shrewishly suplexing her partner through the burning table. “You should know better than to say things to me by now.”
Chat Noir’s flirting was especially grating to her, because he flirted with literally everything that had a pulse and pair of legs. She was fairly sure that he once chatted up a mailbox because it was dark and his feline cat vision hadn’t kicked in yet. It was gross and didn’t make her jealous at all. I-It’s not like she liked him or anything!
Sh-shut up!
Ladybug’s tsundere inner monologue and Chat Noir’s pained, burning screams were cut short by the sound of a high pitched scream from just down the road. Without looking to see if Chat had recovered from her right hook, she took off, latching on to the spire of the Eiffel Tower and landing in a crouch near the far banks of the Seine.
All around her, people were necking in the streets like teenagers at summer camp; a summer camp for nerds who had never kissed anyone before. A ten car pileup in the middle of the road blocked traffic on all sides as the citizens of Paris lived up to their romantic stereotype by Frenching the first age appropriate person they saw. The half your age plus seven rule was in full effect for it seemed that even Hawkmoth had standards of basic decency when it came to brainwashing the Parisian populace.
“Okay, furreeze!” Chat Noir cried, landing with his claws out and leg outstretched like a cat as he surveyed the scene. “Who is respawnsible for this hissterical catastrophe?!”
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Ladybug groaned for thirty full seconds, pausing only to roundhouse kick Chat in the head. “Yeah, what he said, but not completely idiotic; who’s in charge of this fiasco?”
The Parisians seemed to be too busy playing tonsil lacrosse to answer Ladybug, but across the avenue, a low, throaty chuckle pierced the symphony of sloppy face sucking.
“Huhuhuhu,” the shadowy figure chortled, stepping out of the darkness. “So good of you to drop by, Ladybug...drop by for your doom!”
A hail of gold crossbow bolts assailed them from the shadows and Ladybug dove out of the way before Chat could throw himself in front of her as he usually did. From the darkness, a cloaked figure emerged, a bright sparkling grin the only thing visible from under his hood.
“You might have done well against Dark Cupid,” the hooded stranger chortled. “But you have yet to face the wrath of-”
The akuma threw the cloak back, revealing a painted on, bright pink bodysuit complete with assless chaps and heart shaped pasties.
“-Cupid Cupid!” Cupid Cupid crowed, soaring into the air on fluttering wings made of questionably shaped feathers. The citizens sucking face paused their tongue lashings to chant “Cupid! Cupid!” in unholy unison.
“I thought the full moon wasn’t until next week,” Chat snickered as Cupid Cupid shook his barely covered rear. His pun earned him another smack in the back of the head from Ladybug with a stray brick, who loathed humor in all its many forms, but puns more than anything.
“With the power of love and beauty, I’m here to take your Miraculouses, win the day, and bump this fic from a T to an M rating!” Cupid Cupid said, gyrating in a way that made Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Hawkmoth halfway across the city deeply, deeply uncomfortable. “Suck my throbbing love rockets!”
“Oh god, why?!” Ladybug cried, dodging the hail of crossbow bolts that crashed into the sidewalk with a hail of lewd cries. They scampered around the akuma showered them in a golden stream of heart tipped bolts, cackling as distantly Huey Lewis and the News blared on the speakers. But as agile as Ladybug was, Cupid Cupid’s golden shower (of bolts) managed to rain down and hit Ladybug in the side of the shoulder. She tumbled in midair, landing across the street as Chat Noir’s glowing green eyes narrowed into feline slits. Now madder than a cat in a room full of dog shaped rocking chairs, Chat Noir pounced on Ladybug’s prone form, carrying her up and on to the nearby rooftops away from the cosmically inappropriate akuma.
“Ladybug!” Chat Noir yeowled, shaking her stirring form with a pained expression. “Ladybug answer me!”
Ladybug’s pale blue eyes fluttered open, staring up at the young man standing over her. “Adrien?” Ladybug crooned sweetly and with more affection than she would have ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever…ever shown her partner.
“Uh…n-no, definitely not Adrien Agreste,” Chat Noir chuckled nervously, freezing as Ladybug cupped his face, eyes now literal heart shapes as she leaned in.
“Come on, model boy, let’s make out!” Ladybug said, making octopus-esque kissy noises as Cupid Cupid cackled in the distance.
“It’s no use; she has fallen under my spell and now thinks of you as the object of her affection!” Cupid Cupid cackled, firing his crossbows into the air like Yosemite Sam on the Fourth of July while shaking his hips. “She now has an insatiable desire to suck face with you while I make off with your Miraculouses!”
“How is this an effective akuma idea?!” Chat Noir hissed, trying to keep Ladybug from planting her lips on him.
“How is akumitizing a four year old a good idea?!” Cupid Cupid shouted. “Hawkmoth isn’t too good at this game, is he?!”
“Point,” Chat Noir said as Ladybug pounced on him, pinning him to the rooftop.
“Aaaaaaaaaadrien,” Ladybug said in a strange, gushy tone that reminded Chat Noir of Chloe in a way that made his hair stand up on the back of his neck. “I’m soooooooo glad you’re here and not my flaming dumpster fire of a partner~ I love you, Adrien! I always have!”
Another single, perfect tear rolled down Chat Noir’s cheek, for he knew that Ladybug was actually not really in love with him. She, like everyone else, was fooled by his corporate, soulless, perfect model boy persona. She had rejected the real him; the one who liked to run on rooftops, make terrible puns, and occasionally shit in a cardboard box full of sand because it felt good sometimes.
Ladybug would never love the real him; a cold, cold fact that did nothing to diminish the selfless, pure, innocent, all too perfect and unconditional love he felt for her. Even as her yo-yo wound its way around his wrists, effectively cutting off bloodflow to his fingertips, his heart was full of nothing but pure, beautiful love for the girl trying to bite his lower lip off.
“Uh, L-Ladybug, I can’t really feel my fingers,” Chat Noir panted as Ladybug tugged at his bell collar.
“Shh, Adrien, let’s just get you out of this…” Ladybug frowned as the bell stayed in one place. “What the hell?! Where’s the zipper?”
“Why would I have a zipper?!” Chat Noir meowed (AN: like a cat). “Why would my magic catsuit have a zipper?!”
“Fun?” Ladybug and Cupid Cupid suggested at the same time.
“Why are you still here?!” Chat Noir hissed
“I’m the creepy makeout akuma; what did you expect?!” Cupid Cupid crowed. “Don’t tell me your dad never taught you about the birds and the bees!”
“This isn’t exactly the birds and the bees; more like the ladybugs and the…cats or something,” Chat Noir muttered, eyes widening like a cat who just saw a canary as Ladybug withdrew the large, vibrating object she Lucky Charmed.
“Come on, you stupid zipper,” Ladybug said, pulling her Lucky Charmed chainsaw out and revving it against Chat Noir’s suit to no avail. “Gimme that sweet sweet Adrien fruit.” ‘
Wriggling under her, Chat Noir managed to arch his back like an angry cat and kick his baton between his chest and the revving chainsaw. The chainsaw flew up in a high arc, shearing Cupid Cupid’s lewdly shaped wings off his back. Much to the displeasure of Cupid Cupid (and a hidden Alya who was hoping to capture lewd Ladynoir content for the Ladyblog), the phallic wings seemed to hold the key to Ladybug’s brainwashing. She blinked, shaking her head as she looked down at her partner with thinly veiled disgust.
“…ew,” Ladybug said with a deep scowl, kicking her partner off the roof. “Looks like it’s up to me and only me to save the day. Lucky Charm!”
What followed was an acrobatic series of maneuvers involving a pogo stick too upsetting to print here. Suffice to say, Ladybug managed to get the fedora off Cupid Cupid’s head and purify it before Chat Noir could untangle the yo-yo around his wrists. As the butterflies disappeared, Ladybug held a fist out in front of her face and casually bumped it with her other fist.
“Good job, me and only me,” Ladybug said, scowling at Chat Noir as he stood up. “Oh…are you still here?”
Chat Noir’s ears drooped under horrible horrible Ladybug’s horrible words, prickling her black and icy heart enough to elicit a resigned sigh.
“Fine,” Ladybug conceded as though she were fighting to throw up with every word. “You…weren’t…entirely…useless…this time…”
Backhanded as it was, and even though half his hair was still missing from when Ladybug set him on fire, Chat Noir, our beautiful and innocent sunshine boy incapable of wrong, warmed at Ladybug’s snide comments, purring and rubbing against her legs before she kicked him off the roof.
“Don’t let it go to your head; I’ve had bowel movements that were more productive than you were, not-Adrien,” Ladybug huffed, with a blush. “B-Baka.”
“I don’t know what that means, but I think that’s a good thing,” Chat Noir said, climbing back up on to the roof as Ladybug’s earrings beeped. “Oh…guess it’s time to go.”
“Yeah, sure, would you look at the time,” Ladybug said as her earrings beeped again. “Gotta go.”
Chat caught her arm, and as Ladybug turned to stab him in the collarbone for daring to occupy the same space as her, she caught sight of his soft expression in the moonlight. She didn’t want to admit it (because if she did, Adrien would somehow know and accuse her of being a whore) but Chat Noir was kinda sorta handsome in a Kovu from Simba’s Pride kind of way. The kind of handsome that made her question a lot of things about herself; namely if she needed to register for Paris’ next furry convention as a keynote speaker. But mostly the fact that she had never even considered Chat Noir as a thinking, feeling entity until she sucked face with him. Something about shoving him against the rooftop and making out with him made her see him as something almost sort of approaching something that could almost be mistaken for human. 
“I know you’ve stated multiple times that you’re uncomfortable revealing your identity, but I’m gonna ask again because, fuck your feelings I guess,” Chat Noir chuckled in that boyish way of his. “Why can’t we tell each other who we are?”
The truth was that, despite being one of two superpowered demigods that protected Paris’ on a daily basis, Ladybug was…afraid that Chat would be disappointed if he ever found out who she was. He was in love with Ladybug who was completely different than her in every single way. If he ever found out that his Lady was just a fashion designer, artist, video game champion, graphic designer, baker, professional phone thief, and student council representative, he would throw up in his mouth and claw his eyes out for having ever been attracted to such a hideously ordinary cave troll. Even if her family, friends, classmates, neighbors, customers, fashion moguls, and passing rock stars all universally adored her, there was no earthly way that Chat would ever bring himself to care about the heinous sewer witch that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
“You know why,” Ladybug said sternly. “If we ever tell each other who we are, the Seal of the Apocalypse will be unsealed and the Dread Wolf Fenris will rise from the east to devour the sun. Quetzalcoatal would literally return to duel the Smoking Mirror at the end of the world as the seventh seal of the apocalypse would be unsealed, letting Satan’s forces up to ravage the planet. If I told you my name, Hawkmoth would literally hire a squad of disgraced Navy Seals to kill us and steal our Miraculouses. Up will become down; left will become right. Reality as we know it will absolutely cease to be if I ever knew who you were. Total, total disaster.”
Chat Noir nodded solemnly. “So you’re saying it would be…apo-cat-lyptic?”
Ladybug stared at him for a long moment before summoning a red and black spotted handgun and shooting Chat Noir in the leg.
“Same time tomorrow, asswipe,” Ladybug said, swinging up onto the rooftop as Chat Noir lay bleeding under a streetlight. As he clutched his shattered kneecap, the only thing he could think of was that Ladybug promised to meet him tomorrow, and how lucky he would be to be in her presence if he didn’t bleed out first.
“Guess tonight…really ended…with a bang,” Chat Noir said, aiming a fingergun at Ladybug’s retreating figure before passing out in the middle of the road.
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