#oh my fucking god??? high hopes came out before the world ended

[novemberheart]

{overview} you make a disturbing discovery while in John’s office

{warnings} fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, short chapter, slight angst

Chapter 23 <- Chapter 24 -> Chapter 25

While you had never been happier, a part of you was ready to return to base. You missed your friends and the routine that came along with it. You wouldn't miss your pack being sent to the odds and ends of the world, but you knew they were more than capable.

You and the betas drove back to base, while the alphas flew. Vernie didn't have all her shots to be able to fly. Luckily, the betas would never turn down a road trip.

“This is your new home,” you cheered softly. The familiar smell of the flat tickling your brain. The puppy decided to take great interest in the cords near the TV.

“Gonna have to puppy-proof,” Simon huffed, grabbing the squirming creature off the floor. You expected him to pass her to you, instead, he sat down on the couch placing her in his lap. You cleaned up around your room, dusting things and finishing the loads of laundry from vacation. “You’re happy,” Simon stated, looking over his shoulder at you.

“It’s nice to be back. Not going to be happy about any of you leaving though,” You mumbled the last part, flopping down on the couch next to him. Vernie crawled over to you.

“I’d hope not,” Simon grunted, causing you to roll your eyes.

There was hardly a day to get back into the swing of things. The boys being pulled for trainings and meetings. You quickly regretted saying you were happy to be back.

“Five more minutes,” you whined, Kyle’s phone alarm lighting up the room. The sun hadn't even started to come up yet.

“Alright,” Kyle agreed quickly. He put his phone on snooze, worming back under the covers with you. You both jolted awake ten minutes later to pounding at the door. “Fuck,” Kyle cursed stumbling out of bed. You giggled, the door opening to reveal a pissed-off John.

“How the hell are you supposed to train others when you can't even manage yourself?” He snapped. He pushed his way into the room, bumping into Kyle who was changing into his uniform. He bent down pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Good morning, pretty girl,” his voice was startlingly different- yet you had gotten used to that. You wrapped your arms around his neck, making sure to rub as much of your scent on him as you could.

“Good morning, alpha.”

In John’s eyes you were too sultry for your own good. “I’ll come back and get you for lunch,” he pressed another kiss against you, grabbing Kyle by the scruff, knowing if the beta had the opportunity to kiss you goodbye he would never get to training.

“God, I missed you!” Anais grinned wickedly, wrapping her arms tightly around you. Even Jane seemed happy to see you. Anais had signed all three of you up for badminton, which ended with all of you trying to get the badminton birdie out of Vernie’s mouth.

Regardless, it was fun.

“I’m hungry,” Anais sighed, even as she chewed on her bag of trail mix. “Lunch?” She questioned eyeing both of you.

“I can't. I have lunch with my alpha,” You explained stretching out on the grass.

“Oh, that's right. It’s Wednesday,” she sighed. “Need us to drop you off before we head out?” She asked, moving to a stand.

“That would be great,” you perked up. Vernie was exhausted at this point- not being the most high-energy pup in the first place. “Hey, they are having a movie night in the park Friday. We should do that,” You suggested, causing Anais to light up.

“Just as long as it’s not a scary movie this time,” Jane huffed, making the two of you chuckle. They dropped you off outside the office building, and you made quick work getting to John’s office. You couldn't be caught hanging around by yourself. You knocked at the door not hearing a response. You tugged out your key card, waiting for the small light to flicker green.

“This is John’s office,” you explained to Vernie. Even though she couldn't hear you, you could tell she liked it when you talked to her. You locked the door behind you, setting the pup down on the floor, making yourself at home on the leather couch. John’s office was classically handsome just like him. Well as nice as it could be with what he had to work with. You pulled out your phone, shooting him a text of your whereabouts. Vernie digging in the trash can caught your attention.

“Out of there Vern,” you scolded gently, grabbing her around her middle. She had a folder in her mouth she just wouldn't let go. “Vernie,” you chided again, pulling it out of her jaws as much as you could without hurting her. You finally succeeded, ready to throw it back into the trash when the label caught your eye.

OHH

You knew what that stood for. Omega Holding House. A wave of uneasiness crashed over you. You shook yourself out of your thoughts. It was probably just leftover paperwork from you. You tossed it back in the trash standing back on your feet, bringing you and Vernie back to the couch.

You couldn't relax. Those three letters remained even when you closed your eyes- taunting you. You stood up slowly, creeping back by the trash can, and pulling the folder back out. You pursed your lips trying to manage your breathing. You placed it on his desk, opening it like something would jump out at you.

Something did. A cover letter, typed and signed by Kate Laswell.

Possible Omegas for Task Force 141

It had been typed in bold, obnoxiously large letters like it was the greatest achievement one could have. ‘Possible’ the words pounded in your head repeatedly making it throb. You flipped to the next page. It was a profile of an omega, the first thing that caught your eye was the large red X through it. Must be John's writing. You flipped to the next page. Another profile- another X through it. You weren't quite sure why they had got rejected. Nothing in their biography seemed like a red flag and they were all pretty. The next page- another X.

You whined when you flipped to your page. The large red X staring up at you. It was rejection to the highest degree. Kate had even wrote a special note on yours.

Pay close attention to this one. She's a good girl.

John had written a note himself, addressing Laswell.

Not happening

You knew he probably didn't mean you specifically, and that he was referring to having an omega as a whole, but it hurt. The type of pain that made you sink to the floor. They type of pain that made your lungs feel like they were collapsing. The type of pain that comes from falling in love with someone only to have them shut the door in your face.

You flipped to the next page because what did you have to lose?

A lot apparently.

There was no red X. There was no marking on the page at all. You flipped to the next page- the last page- a red X. It was just her page without an X.

She was the one he had wanted. Who knows? Maybe all of them wanted her. You could practically see them in this office digging through each paper, judging every imperfection on each profile- including yours. She had no imperfections. She was beautiful, purebred, and came from a long line of military alphas. She was the shining star of her omega-holding house. Never once getting in trouble, always being an active participant, showing signs of being a strong, traditional omega, and her heat cycles were always regular. The opposite of you in nearly every way. The more you read the more hurt you got. You closed the file, trying to calm your sobs enough so you didn't pass out. Vernie was at your feet pawing up your ankle. You scooped her up into your arms, making your way back home.

People stared at you. You could only imagine the rumors. You were undoubtedly the most dramatic omega on base- at least the one that caused the most trouble. Your tears made people stay away from you and you were able to get all the way home without a hitch. You shut your bedroom door, throwing yourself on your bed sobbing. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You regretted everything. You regretted agreeing to come here, you regretted warming up to each of them so quickly, you regretted sleeping with John.

John.

The name made you sob harder.

It wasn’t fair.

Would you ever be someone's first choice?

I hated writing thisssssssss😩but we can't live in peace for too long! See you in two days for Chapter 25!!!

[venuslcver]

HIGH BY THE BEACH ⋆

pairing: boyfriend!pope x carefreekook!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend, pope, and you had been together for a while when he changes his mind about not going to college.

tw: fluff, implied sex, profanity (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

“ok, baby! which one should i wear? this one or thissss one?” you questioned pope, holding two of your swimsuits in a display manner. one was a lilac-colored string bikini, the other being a cheeky, polka-dot one-piece.

you could never make a final decision for the life of you, only leaving it up to pope for his opinion. though, pope had known you long enough to know, whichever item you tend to show last was the option you had in mind. hell — most of the time you don’t even know that you prefer one option more than the others.

you wanted to wear the left one, pope concluded. no matter if it was clothing, makeup, nail color, or decor-related. not actually having input into the choices, he usually would just coax the answer out of you. it made it easier on him, besides he didn't give a fuck what you wore, because well... he would still find you beautiful dressed as the grinch. which you did a couple halloweens previously.

“uh… i don’t know — which one is more comfortable?” he asked, putting you on the spot, hoping to get an honest answer out of you.

clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth in deep thought — lifting each and inspecting it. trying to remember if it was uncomfortable or not the last time you wore it.

“well i… mean. huh. why is this so hard?” you said truly debating both options. making your final answer, “i would probably go with the right one being more comfortable”

“probably… and i’m just sayin’ this as a thought…maybe it’s hard because you have too many swimsuits”

letting out an obnoxiously high-pitched scoff, you halted your attention from the bathing suit debacle to pope, who was leisurely laid back on your rope hammock swing that you had in your room. you never took kindly to anyone, including pope, criticizing your inability to get rid of things, especially your bathing suits.

“firstly, i don’t have too many swimsuits, and one could never have too many of them. secondly, even if i did — how could that possibly affect my ability to pick a swimsuit?”

awkwardly looking at you, pope reluctantly replied, “you can’t keep up with all of them, making you not even remember the last time you wore them… and the last time you chose the right one, you were complain’n the entire time”

ignoring his truthful statement altogether, you thought for a moment. he was right. the previous time, you ended up bitch’n the whole time about having to hold the straps of the one piece to avoid flashing innocent bystanders on the beach. which was the worst, considering the excitement that you experienced when in the water. flailing around without a care in the world.

a light switched when you came to this realization, noticing that you were rather harsh with your poor boyfriend, who did not deserve that in the slightest.

“oh my god! you are right!”, you said squealing, right into hugging pope’s sitting body.

taking his face into your hands, before hugging him again, “i’m so sorry baby! you know i didn’t mean that, right?”

staying firm in the hug, while he pulled himself out of the hammock, “yeah, yeah i know you didn’t mean it.”, pope said brushing your rudeness off. you and him rarely argued, and if you did, you were talking within the next half hour, easily.

looking up at him with doe eyes, and an innocent cast appearing on your profile. an all-knowing look that pope was very familiar with. one of the ways that pope and you were able to get over any kind of tiff was by admitting to being wrong and taking the proper steps to apologize.

for example, this one time pope got all panicked at the future and started freaking the fuck out. which led him to harboring that he was in the wrong and mishandled the situation at hand. before slipping his hand into you. well... two fingers but either way! pope was giving in that way, regularly lending a helping hand to you when in need. it wasn't an obligation as much as a want. you and pope were alike in that way. always willing to put others first.

"c-can i make it up to you?"

sooner than later making it to the intended place of hanging out, the local beach on the outer banks. looking into the surrounding area in your eyesight, the beach was practically empty. a lot of spring-breakers had vacated the week before. having access to almost a completely bare beach.

you helped pope set up on the beach, before laying horizontally on his vertically propped-up body.

pressing a kiss on the crown of your head, that was in his lap. when he did the leaning down motion, you pushed the pineapple in your hand, to his lips. silently urging him to take a bite. to which he did.

immediately snickering when it ran down his face, halting laughter when it dripped onto yours. lucky that the acidic fruit juices didn't collect in your eyes. either way, pope was quick to wipe it off your face.

oftentimes, pope and you were silent when hanging out. you wouldn't per say it was a con, because it was due to being around each other every second, when not at work. though, when pope's dad, heyward, was short-staffed, you would offer a lending hand. taking a couple shifts, with pope. even, visiting each other at work.

along with packing an array of fruits to snack on, you also brought a weed. one of the conversations you had meant to bring up was the future.

pope was wicked smart, at least, school-wise. his choice of friends was questionable. and as much as you love your shared friends— they tend to be dumbasses. pulling pope down to their level. to which, a couple foul decisions led pope to not attend college— as he previously intended.

one late night, he admitted that he felt like "all the work he put in was sliding down the drain". which riddled you with resentment towards your friends. not that you cared what pope did. only that he was happy— which he wasn't at all for a passing time.

"pope? can i ask you something?"

"yeah— what's up?"

"d-do you have any idea what you want?"

"what i want?", pope asked, not understanding the question at hand.

"want for the future?"

looking at you bewildered, pope had no idea where the loaded question came from.

"uh — besides being with you, i have no clue.", a tinge of sadness rolled off his tongue.

grinning at his, rather, romantic proclamation, "o-ok, well, um i was expecting a little bit more of an answer, b-but that works for me"

"i-i'm worried... like really worried", he admitted.

coming off your high, out of your own fantasy land— that was induced by his heartfelt statement, "why?!"

still supporting his weight with one arm, he took the other and rubbed his face, "why shouldn't i be? i-i mean i was going to go to college, b-but now I'm just working at my dad's restaurant"

pope tended to self-destruct when his fears kicked in, sending him into overdrive. sitting up, looking at him directly in the face, "h-hey don't say that! one, you know that your dad would not keep you unless you were working your ass off! you're like the smartest person i know, out of anyone in outer banks, or hell, anywhere! a-and we'll figure it out."

set on helping understand that he and you would be good, you pulled a small baggie out of your beach bag, "ok?"

"o-okay"

"now, let's get high. and forget about everything, ever."

although he wasn't completely sure, he knew that you would stay by him, meaning he would be completely fine. if the world ended that day, he wouldn't have cared as long as he had you. well, and he would prefer if he had the other pogues and his parents.

[threepandas]

Bad End, Chosen: Part 4

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The Cycles never "loaded" back in at quite the same point. It was something I had noticed, though I had only suffered a few of them so far. It was like the God's were hoping "Chapter" to "Chapter", fickle and easily bored, trying desperately to find something NEW.

It made planning all but impossible.

Where... where was I?

A simple room. A suitcase before me. Loading or unloading? I held a robe in my hands. Painfully familiar. I had worn them for years. The highly protective robes of Mage initiates, at the Magic Tower. Meant to work as armor, life support, even... God's forbid, an emergency beacon. They were hideous. Function over form.

I could cry, for how deeply I loved these ugly robes.

No one had EVER been able to figure out how to style them properly. God's know, we had TRIED. But when The Dark came? This ugly, ugly things? These long complained about hand-me-downs? Oh... oh they had saved so, SO many student's lives.

Such tiny little things. Pulled from the rubble, still breathing. All because of these chaotic, gaudy, terribly comfortable and so deeply loved, old robes. T...They truely were as hideous as I remembered, weren't they? Blocks upon blocks of overlapping stitches and patches, too many colors, as though the tower was too stubborn to throw as single thing away.

We were.

We... we NEVER leave anything or anyONE behind.

Packrats, all of us. Such terrible hoarders. But... I looked around. It did not tell me the date. Was I leaving? Joining the tower? How old was I supposed to be? I pulled on my robes.

It felt like coming home. Like balm against the raw nerves of my still fragile mind. I felt old. Brittle. At... at terrible odds, with my young skin. I wondered if this was how she felt. The woman, the poor girl, that came before me. Before she broke so badly even the God's could not force her to perform. I did not want to admit I understood the impulse.

Ah, there.

I had once, what felt like lifetimes ago. What WAS lifetimes ago. Bought this very calander. It was cute. Little fairy dragons danced upon the edges, delicate and joyous. They were, of course, incorrectly drawn. The artist had never seen a real fairy dragon, only heard of them. I had seen some during the war.

People forget that neither the Fae nor Dragons are sweet or gentle things.

They were... Awe inspiring. In the oldest sense of the world. "An overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, and fear." I believe the text defined it. Like living starlight and glass, sung poetry and water. They were the fury of long dead gods and the vengeance of beings who were divine unto themselves.

They removed an entire MOUNTAIN RANGE before they fell. Burned and reduced to molten earth, an entire inland sea. They died like STARS. Violently and with a force that destroyed the void itself. Consuming all that dared stand in their shadow.

Ha. And people think they're CUTE.

Ah...my mind is wandering again. I try to concentrate on the calendar. My... my mind doesn't want too. Oh dear. That's... that's probably a rather bad sign, isn't it?

Opening my eyes at the beginning of the cycle had brough such... CLARITY. As though my head had been held under murky water and finally, FINALLY, I was able to scramble free. But... much like the drowned... I felt something like a high. Adrift. Without my anchor. I wanted my Gran-...

NO.

I grab the dresser before me. Hard enough my knuckles go white. My wide eyes focus far away. Seeing without seeing. Hyperfocused on the woodgrain before me. I am my OWN anchor. Feel the magic in your veins. The push and pull of the world. We are not his slave! Not his PET, to keep and cherish. A toy on a shelf.

I am a PERSON.

I DEFY MY FATE.

A cheerful knock at the door to my room. My eyes finally focusing on the date. Fuck. Moving IN, then. I do not know if I can act "normal". I... I will have to try. I can not unclench my jaw, but with great force of will, finger by finger, I release my grip on the dresser. Stand up. Glance up into the mirror.

I look like I am some hateful little thing, vowing some ugly little vengeance. Perhaps it is just my face. The way anger and spite only barely holds my bleeding edges together. My fear. I...I look like I am about to cry.

What a wretched child.

I try to force a smile.

It looks hideous. More ugly grimace and deep disgust then "oh, Master, how pleased I am to see you!". Fuck. When did I become so broken? A knock again. More hesitant. I breathe deep. I can not do cheerful, then. But...I... I can do nothing.

My face slides into an emotionless mask. Blank. Like a doll. Vaguely pleasant but meaningless. How damningly familiar. Gran-... HE reduced me to this in the end. A few steps. Almost distant, robotic, movement. And I open the door to a once familiar face.

"Learner." My Master smiles, awkward and uncertain. He had not wanted a student. I forced his hand. I know now I never should have done so. He was not ready. "Are you, um, settling? In? I know it is quite different from the life you once lived, but I promise. I will tale care of you. Well figure this out together."

Oh, Master.

I...I wish I could weep. I had forgotten this lie. How deeply I had once believed it. It was a child's promise, from a man who grew old but never, truely, grew up. I was to be failed again and again. Had once given him chance after chance. Because I had believed his words. My eyes feel hot. He looks panicked.

"Ah! W-what did I do? Was that wrong? Please don't cry?! Oh no! Uuuuh-!"

"Well THIS is a record. Not even a day and you've made the child weep." Comes a terrible voice. No. Please, Gods. Not so soon. "Here I am, come to greet my precious Grandlearner. And what do I find? My student, tormenting a child."

My Master sputters defenses of himself. Not even noticing that his own Master did not call him Learner. All but disowned him before me. My fear howls like a deafening beast in my ears. But... cowering? Will not... can not save me. Turning my head is almost painful, with how tightly my muscles have tensed.

That is not the look of a man who does not recognize me.

He remembers.

Alaric Blight stands in truely magnificent Tower Master's robes, as though he has every right to be there. Respected. Beloved. A legendary talent, the likes of which have not been seen for lifetimes. ANYONE would be HONORED to be in his presence. After all... he is a man who holds the world at his feet.

He is a monster.

"Hello Grandlearner," he all but purrs. Stalking forward to loom, as only an adult CAN loom over a child. The power difference between is even greater now. I can not even count myself an ant before him. I... I can not breathe. "What a delicate little thing you are. Utterly precious. And so SMALL! You certainly have a lot of training to do, don't you?"

His hand reaches forward to cup my cheek, sparks of deadly magic dancing lazily across my skin too finely for Master to notice, but not so fine I can not FEEL. It is a subtle threat. A little reminder. Not a single soul in this tower is safe, so long as he is here. All it would take? Is.. Just. One. Touch~

"I'm sure you'll BEHAVE for your Master, WONT you, Dear? After all, he only wants what's best for you. And a darling child like you, Grandlearner? Should be cherished."

"He's right." My Master said, clueless to the monster he let so close. Who so very dispised him. "But... but Master, I'm not sure, well, HOW exactly..."

"Oh don't worry, student of mine." Alaric Blight, monster of my nightmares, hummed in a laughable mimicry of pleasantries. "I'll be with you EVERY step of the way. How could do anything less? We'll train my darling Grandlearner together."

A terrible grin.

"Leave everything to me."

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-six: "The Big Win"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nelson, Murdock, and Page obtain a big win on a court case that makes the news. You were planning to go out and celebrate with everyone at Josie’s until you unexpectedly overhear something that keeps you at home and in tears.

Or

Your mind mentally spirals telling you that you’re not good enough for Matt.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.3k

a/n: This is a light angst installment with some comfort at the end! I am still steadily trying to bring all 75 (soon to be 76) installments over to tumblr but there are SO many. You can find the list of installments that are on tumblr for this series here. Also, always feel free to chat and leave some love, it is always much appreciated!

Eyes scanning the menu above the register as you waited in line, you tried to decide what you wanted to grab for dinner. You'd stopped inside a Vietnamese restaurant near The Bulletin after you got off work, starving and in a hurry.

Matt had invited you out to celebrate at Josie’s tonight with Karen, Foggy, and Marci. Their firm had won a huge case yesterday–so big of a win that it had made the front page of most print and digital news outlets in the city. Bianca was the one who'd written the piece for The Bulletin, Ellison claiming you were a little too close and therefore too biased to write the article. But you'd smiled at the front page this morning, eyes focused on the image of Matt’s smiling face next to Foggy and Karen on the courthouse steps. 

When you'd spoken to him on the phone at lunch he'd been so excited. He had been talking animatedly to you about all the calls their office had received today as you listened with a large smile on your face. You were proud of him and eager to share in his excitement tonight.

Which was why you'd decided to swing by the restaurant to grab some takeout. Your plan was to rush home and eat before changing into something less business casual and just plain casual before celebrating with your friends. And thankfully it was a Friday night, which meant you all didn't need to hold back with your celebrations. 

As you were very much considering ordering some beef pho to eat and warm you up before your walk to Josie’s later, your eye caught sight of Matt’s face on the woman's phone in front of you. Smiling, you saw it was the article about their firm and pride flooded you again. 

But it quickly left you when the young woman gasped loudly and shook her friend's arm, drawing her attention to the image.

"Oh my God," she hissed, her finger pointing at Matt’s face. "That's the sexy lawyer I told you about!"

You saw her friend glance over at the phone screen, her brows quickly rising high on her forehead at the sight of Matt’s picture. Your stomach felt like it sunk to your knees, a strange feeling washing over you. You knew you shouldn't be eavesdropping, but with what came next, you couldn't stop.

" That's the hot blind lawyer you fucked?" the friend asked in awe.

It felt like time had slowed down just as someone punched you in the gut. She slept with Matt? Your Matt? 

"Yeah, a couple of years ago when their firm just opened. I see him around the courthouse sometimes when I'm there," she continued. "Seriously, that man's tongue is magic . And his stamina is insane."

You flinched, a sick feeling swirling in your stomach. Jaw tightening, you tried to fight back the nauseous feeling in your gut thinking about her hands on Matt’s body and his hands on hers–the same hands he tenderly touched you with. 

"I actually saw him the other week," the woman continued on, entirely oblivious to your world falling apart behind her. "Was hoping to get another night with him. I mean, no one has compared since that night I had with him. And he somehow looks even more fit now under those dress shirts. But apparently he has a girlfriend? Says he's not like that anymore."

"Well whoever she is, she sounds like a lucky bitch," the friend said, eyeing the photo of Matt appreciatively again. 

Yeah, you definitely felt like you were going to be sick.

"That man is wasted on one woman," the other woman grumbled. "There's no way he's satisfied with her. Unless she's like, some sort of sex goddess rolled into a model's body."

Flinching again, you involuntarily took a step back from the pair of them. You did not want to hear this. You did not want to think about this. 

"Why would that matter? It's not like he could see her," the friend pointed out. 

The other woman laughed as if Matt’s blindness was some sort of joke. The sound grated on your nerves, your teeth grinding together. Suddenly you found yourself no longer even remotely hungry. 

Turning on your heel, you sidestepped the person behind you and headed straight for the exit. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you pushed out of the restaurant door, tugging at the collar of your coat and your blouse. For a moment, all your brain could conjure up was the sound of that woman's irritating voice moaning Matt's name. 

Tears stung at your eyes and you roughly wiped the heel of your palm over them, exhaling a rough breath and heading in the direction of your apartment. 

You just wouldn't eat dinner before going out tonight–not the end of the world.

But as you walked back to your building, you couldn't shake that gross feeling in your stomach. It was churning and twisting and at one point you were positive you were going to dart down an alley and throw up. 

You told yourself the reaction you were having was ridiculous. It's not as if Matt cheated–he had slept with that woman before he'd even known you. Years ago. And when she'd apparently propositioned him recently, the thought making you cringe, he'd turned her down. Which was good. That was not something to be upset about. 

And it's not like you didn't know Matt had a past. You'd sure as hell watched the flirting on the sidelines for the year you'd been pining for him. Foggy sure as shit had made enough comments about Matt ever since you'd known them about how Matt had been a huge flirt since his college days. Hell, you only had to look at Matt to know he attracted attention. 

It's not like you didn't have a past, either. Matt sure wasn't your first relationship or the first person you'd ever slept with. Sure, the number difference between the two of you was probably vast and you'd never had the nerve–or maybe it was also the lack of charm–to have one night stands, but you had a past, too. So it shouldn't even matter.

Though none of that logic remotely quelled the jealous and insecure beast rearing its head inside of you. Because knowing all of that didn't change the fact that you'd just had to see one of the women Matt had slept with and then hear her talk about just how great in bed he was. Your Matt. The one who held your hand and would walk you home from Josie’s, or who clung half-naked to you on an almost nightly basis. The one who you had been slowly stepping out of your comfort zone with, who made you feel safe and secure. 

As you entered your apartment building, you wondered just how you were supposed to go out to Josie’s tonight and look Matt in the face without picturing him between that woman's legs. Without thinking about that beautiful mouth–the same one you'd spent so long dreaming about kissing and now actually being able to kiss whenever you wanted for the past few months–kissing her .

You rubbed the heel of your hand over your eyes again, wiping the dampness away.

No, this was stupid. You weren't going to think about that. You loved Matt and you were happy for him and you wanted to go out and celebrate him and your friends' success. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you made your way into the elevator. As you waited for it to ascend to your floor, you told yourself you'd stop thinking about it. 

…but you did often find yourself worrying lately that you weren't enough for Matt. He had slept around a lot before you came into the picture, clearly he had never been satisfied with just one woman. So what made you think Matt was really going to be content to just settle for you? You weren't like those confident women he always went for, which certainly translated in the bedroom. You weren't as timid with him as you used to be, but you were sure he never had to reassure those other women he had slept with. Was it just something different for him, sleeping with the shy, awkward chick? Getting you to let loose and then eventually losing interest in you when you weren't as nervous?

Your heart ached at the thought, your chest feeling like it was constricting as you unlocked your apartment door. 

No, Matt wouldn't do that. 

…but maybe it wasn't intentional. Maybe he didn't realize that's why he'd been drawn to you in the first place and when you were no longer so damn nervous and timid in the bedroom he wouldn't find you as appealing. Maybe he'd go back to the confident women he was always getting hit on by. Or maybe he'd find another awkward woman.

You were crying by the time you locked your door behind you, tears steadily streaming down your face as your mind continued to spiral. You couldn't make the thoughts and fears stop once they'd started coming. There was no way you could go out to Josie’s tonight, not like this. You'd ruin everyone's night. 

Rushing forward you flung yourself on your couch, burying your face in the cushions and crying. Your mind kept telling you this was ridiculous, that you were drastically overreacting to what had happened, but then it would moments later throw wave after wave of insecurity at you. You almost hadn’t heard your phone ringing with how hard you’d been crying into your couch cushions.

Sniffling and trying to control your sobs, your head rose from the cushions. You noted the obvious darkened and damp spot your tears had created on the gray fabric before your attention shifted to your ringtone loudly cutting through the silence in your apartment. Sliding your phone out of your dress pants pocket, you glanced down at the screen. You were grateful that it was Karen’s name you saw instead of Matt’s; you didn’t think you could manage a conversation with him right now. Clearing your throat, you tried to will the tears to stop.

“Hey Karen,” you nervously greeted, your voice cracking ever so faintly.

“Hey!” she greeted back excitedly. “Just calling to let you know I’m on my way to Josie’s, but Matt is finishing something up at the office for a minute. Foggy went to stop by Marci’s work and grab her before they headed over. Just didn’t want you to be alone wondering where everyone is at.”

“Oh, uh,” you answered hesitantly, the lie coming out of you before you knew what was happening, “I have a lead I need to follow up with tonight. For a–a story.” You hoped she didn’t catch the way your voice had broken as you spoke.

“Oh, I…thought Matt said you were coming out?” she said slowly. 

You heard the phone shift as Karen called back to Matt, who was most likely in his office. A moment later there was more shifting before you heard Matt on Karen’s phone.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt began, your eyes closing and fighting down another surge of tears, “I thought you were coming out to celebrate with us? Did something happen?”

“No,” you answered, voice barely audible. Clearing your throat again, you tried to sound normal. “Something just–just came up at the last minute. I need to–to follow a lead. For a story. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll make it.”

Fuck, you felt like a huge asshole, especially with the dejected sigh you heard over the line.

“Oh, okay,” he said slowly. “I’ll stop by after Josie’s then? I won’t stay late.”

“No!” you answered quickly, cringing when you did. “No, you just celebrate with your friends. Have fun, okay? I’ll uh, I’ll talk to you later.”

You had to hang up, tears already starting to pour back down your cheeks again. You were a monumental asshole lying to Matt like that. A shitty girlfriend for not going out and celebrating a huge win for him and a shitty friend for not celebrating your friends. 

It was better off this way, though. You would certainly bring everyone down tonight if you came out. There’s no way you wouldn’t break down at just the sight of Matt, thinking about all those other women he slept with. Thinking about how you’d never be good enough. How you’d just plain never be enough for him.

No. You needed the night in to cry out your insecurities and get your head on straight before you saw him again. You wouldn’t ruin everyone’s night, just your own. 

Pulling yourself up off of the couch, still softly sobbing like a pathetic mess, you made your way to your bedroom. You changed quickly into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a large, comfortable shirt before turning your phone on vibrate and tossing it onto your nightstand. Then you proceeded to draw back the sheets of your bed, forgoing dinner and everything else as you buried your face in your pillow and cried.

_______

Something was buzzing near your head and you groaned, rolling over on the mattress. You had a killer headache and as you opened your eyes to the darkened room, you realized your eyes were burning, too. 

From crying yourself pathetically to sleep, you remembered a moment later. Another groan left you as all of your stupid thoughts came rushing to the surface now that you were conscious again. 

Realizing your phone was vibrating on your nightstand, you threw a hand out and grabbed it. It was barely ten at night, you’d passed out in your bed for a couple of hours apparently. 

And of course it was Matt that was calling you. That insecure feeling swirled and twisted uncomfortably in your stomach at the sight of his name on the screen. With a sigh, you answered the call, pulling the phone up to your ear.

“Matt?” you asked, voice a little thick with sleep. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah,” he answered briskly. “Why were you lying to me?”

Your eyes narrowed at his question. How did he know?

“What?” you asked him.

“You sounded off but I tried to ignore it,” he explained quickly. “Figured you were busy and distracted. So I went out to Josie’s, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So I thought I’d stop by and see if you were back from following your lead–but you’re asleep. I’ve been knocking on your door for the past five minutes. Did you even have work?”

Biting your lip, you knew you couldn’t lie. He was outside your front door after all, he’d certainly be able to hear your heartbeat.

“No,” you whispered.

There was a sharp exhale from Matt over the line before his tone softened into something timid. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked next.

“No,” you answered quickly. “No, you didn’t.”

There was a long pause, one that only grew that uncomfortable feeling in your gut. You felt nauseous waiting for Matt to respond, your palm sweating against the phone.

“You know I can hear your heart, right?" he told you. "That wasn’t entirely true." He paused a moment as your brows furrowed. "What did I do wrong, sweetheart?" he asked nervously. 

"Matt, you didn't do anything," you answered firmly.

Throwing your sheets off of you, you climbed out of your bed and headed down the hall. He was silent on the line as you moved, probably more focused on you making your way through your apartment towards the front door.

Quickly unlocking it, you swung it open to reveal Matt before you. His glasses were hiding his eyes but you could see the downturn of his mouth. You both lowered the phone from your ears, hanging up. Stepping aside, you let Matt into your apartment. You really felt like you were going to be sick now with him standing in front of you and closing the door behind himself.

"Why did you lie?" he asked, his cane gripped tighter in his hands as he gazed down at you. "What happened? Why did you–"

He abruptly paused mid-sentence, head tilting to the side. Your own head cocked to the side, wondering what had interrupted him. As you watched him, you saw his hands grip the cane even tighter, his lips pressing firmly together like he was fighting something down. His head shifted back towards you, his expression still partially hidden behind the glasses.

"Sweetheart, why were you crying?" he asked slowly. 

You blinked hard a few times. How the fuck could he know that?

"I can taste it in the air," he answered as if he could read your mind. "Tell me the truth, what happened? What did I do?" 

"I told you, you didn't do anything," you answered, voice wavering. You could feel the tears starting again.

Matt raised a hand and pulled his glasses off his face. The sight of him only had your tears spilling back out of your eyes. He looked so pained . His bottom lip was starting to tremble as he gazed down at you, his own eyes beginning to glisten with tears. 

"Talk to me," he begged. "Please."

"It's–it's stupid," you muttered.

Matt shook his head roughly, taking a step towards you. "No it's not. You're clearly upset," he said.

"I–" you broke off before you even began.

What the hell were you supposed to tell him? That you couldn't stop mentally picturing him with other women? That you felt less than? That you were afraid he was going to break your heart and leave you?

"Hey," he said, tentatively brushing his fingers along your shoulder almost as if he was too afraid to touch you. "Don't get lost in your head. Talk to me. You can always talk to me."

Wiping your hands across your eyes, you turned, making your way to your couch and sitting down. Matt hesitated a moment before he followed, leaving a bit of space between the two of you that you most certainly noticed.

"Are you–" he began nervously, clearing his throat and glancing down at his fidgeting hands, "–thinking about ending…things?"

Your eyes went wide, jaw dropping at his question. "No!" you shot out. "No, that's not it." 

He glanced back up at you, his expression still tortured, his own eyes still watering. "Then what?" he asked.

You grimaced, your gaze dropping down to your lap, hands twisting the fabric of your sweatpants. "I was planning to grab something to eat before meeting you all at Josie’s," you mumbled. "And there were these two women in front of me, and one of them recognized you from that picture in the article."

You swallowed hard, recalling what she'd said. Those mental images fought to resurface with him sitting beside you and your eyes snapped shut. 

"Recognized me?" he prompted.

"From when you…slept with her," you whispered. 

Matt shifted on the couch, moving more towards you. "Sweetheart, I didn't–"

You shook your head quickly, cutting him off. "No, I know. She meant a while ago. Before we even knew each other. But I had to listen to her talk about how great in bed you were," you said with a cringe. "How she tried to sleep with you again the other week. And when she said that you had told her you were with someone, she made a comment that you'd–you'd never be satisfied with one person."

"What?" he asked, brows creasing together.

"And I knew it was stupid, and I tried to leave and forget about that even happening," you continued, a few tears still sliding down your cheeks, "but I couldn't stop picturing you with her. And then I was thinking about what she said, and I worry that she's right. That you won't be satisfied with me." Your voice picked up speed as you began blurting your fears out. "That you'll get bored of me. Or that you'll miss sleeping with someone new whenever you want. Or that you'll get tired of having to reassure me–in and out of the bedroom. Or maybe I won't be as timid in the bedroom and I'll lose whatever novelty I had for you and–"

"Stop," Matt said, firmly cutting you off. "Just stop, sweetheart. Take a breath."

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, your hands twisting the fabric of your sweatpants even faster between your fingers. 

"I'm sorry you had to overhear that," he began after a moment. "I certainly wouldn't have wanted to hear someone talk like that about you, either. But sweetheart, I love you. You're not some novelty. You're not boring. And you are more than enough." 

His hands reached out, grabbing your shoulders in a tight grip. You glanced up at him, taking in the earnest expression on his face as his eyes fixed along your left cheek. 

"I slept around because I was lonely and young and I liked the attention," he admitted. "But ever since you've been in my life, especially as my girlfriend, I have been far from lonely. I don't want anyone else. I just want you." One of his hands reached up, cupping your cheek gently. "I love you. I've told you before but I'll say it again–I have wanted you since the night your friend who's far too interested in my ass told me to buy you a drink at Josie’s. Please believe me when I tell you that I don't want to lose you."

You swallowed hard, a light laugh falling out of you at his comment about Katy. Matt's thumb gently wiped the tears off of your cheek, the rough pad stroking your skin. His words had soothed that jealous, insecure beast in your gut, but now you just felt guilty for letting those fears cloud your mind this evening.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "It was stupid, I told you it was stupid. And I should have come out but I didn't want to ruin everyone's night. I figured if I stayed in I could just wallow and maybe push it all down and tomorrow I’d be fine."

"Sweetie, don't push those feelings down," he urged. "Because that's when it comes out like this; you shove it down and then push me away instead of just talking to me."

"I'm sorry," you whispered again, shame burning in you now. "I shouldn't have. My mind just started spiraling and I couldn’t make it stop."

Matt's hands pulled you in towards him, wrapping you in his strong arms. Immediately you buried your face in his dress shirt, eyes closing as you inhaled the comforting scent of him. Your own arms hesitantly wrapped themselves around Matt’s waist in return.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night, Matt,” you apologized again into his shirt. “I’m sorry I didn’t come out and that I lied and–”

“Shh,” he shushed you, one of his hands stroking down your hair. “Stop apologizing. Just next time something like this starts growing in your mind, tell me. Please?”

You nodded against him, the tears finally stopping. Shifting above you, you felt him slowly draw you away from his chest, both of his hands coming up to hold your face gingerly in his large palms, tilting it up towards his. He smiled warmly at you, his eyes creased at the corners and filled with so much affection that you felt even more stupid for your earlier thoughts. 

“I don’t regret buying you that drink at Josie’s,” he murmured. His forehead lowered to yours, his gaze almost meeting your own. “There’s not a number far enough away from one, remember?”

Your smile grew at the little saying you’d both steadily picked up over the past few weeks about how neither of you regretted that situation Katy had practically forced on the pair of you.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you whispered back.

Closing the distance, he brought his soft lips to yours. He kissed you with so much feeling in the way his mouth moved, it was as if he wanted you to never question his love for you again. Your hands that were still on his back gripped his dress shirt tight and pulled him in further towards you, closing that little distance there had been between you on the couch. His hands still held your face firmly to his, even as he gradually and almost reluctantly broke away from your mouth. He rested his forehead against yours, a small smile on his lips.

“Did you eat dinner yet?” you asked.

He huffed out a laugh, lightly shaking his head against yours. “That is definitely not what I thought you were going to say,” he told you. “But no.”

You grinned, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I can’t celebrate with Foggy and Karen, but I can try to make it up to you. I’ll order us dinner and we can celebrate here,” you offered.

Matt straightened beside you, that smile growing on his mouth. "I'd like that," he replied. "But only if I get to reassure you after dinner one more time." He shot you a wink that had you giggling. "Or maybe two more times."

Still laughing lightly, you slid a hand out from behind his back and grabbed Matt by the back of his neck, drawing him into you for another kiss. His own hands quickly dropped to your hips, pulling you onto his lap and causing you to quickly catch your balance, both legs now straddling his lap.

"And maybe–" he mumbled against your mouth between a kiss, "–one time–" his mouth landed back on yours, "–before dinner."

[wheredafandomat]

Hired Gun

Bodyguard! Loki x fStark! Reader

18+| this fic contains smut and adult themes. Please do read the warnings as there are other warnings in later parts. Also angst

Part 1 Part 2

As soon as Loki met her, he knew that they wouldn’t get along. They were from two opposite ends of the spectrum, worlds away from one another. Her life was wealth, parties, illicit affairs and dining with millionaires which was expected when your dads a tech genius billionaire meanwhile, Loki’s life was serving in the military before being upgraded to bodyguard for some of the countries most elite. To say he disliked her and her pretentious family with their extreme displays of wealth whilst others starved was a criminal understatement hence why he was currently taking his frustrations out buried inside her, Stark’s first daughter and heiress to Stark Inc who most of the time served as the bane of his existence but right now served as god and felt like heaven.

Loki looked down at her, eyes shut tightly as she clung onto him desperately, nails digging into his back as he thrusted inside of her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, needing him closer, yearning to feel him sheathed inside of her. The more he looked at her, reluctant to close his own eyes and bask in rapture, the more he was able to map her features. She was quite pretty, he thought that as soon as he first met her with her short skirt and red bottomed heels however in moments like these ones, hair splayed across the pillow messily, face bare, sweat beading on her forehead, he thought she looked beautiful. He knew that these feelings were purely chemicals, his body reacting to hers yet he couldn’t deny the fondness she evoked in him. There was something unexplainable about her, something that he couldn’t get from anyone else. She wasn’t his first time of course, he had had sex plenty of times before even crossing her path but she was his first experience. Intimacy with her was different. Almost sacred. Noticing her eyes opening, he quickly closed his.

“I want you t-to accompany me to the gala on s- Saturday.” You panted, looking up at Loki who you were sure was just looking at you.

“I will be.” He grunted in reply, changing his thrusting to a grinding motion.

“Fuckkk Lokii” you moaned “a-as my date.” You proposed, hoping that at this moment, he wouldn’t refuse.

“No.” He stated, brows furrowing.

“Yes.” You quipped although neither of you were sure whether it was a moan or a reply to his No.

“And you just always get what you want, don’t you.” He answered sarcastically, opening his eyes before rolling them.

“Well you’re fucking me right now aren’t you?” You smirked, recalling the time you first flirted with him, around forty minutes into his first shift before saying something along the lines of ‘I want you to fuck me’ to which he scowled and refused. Wordlessly answering, Loki resumed his thrusting, only harder now as you both drew closer to your climaxes. “Justtt like that!” You almost screamed as Loki groaned above you, eyes closed. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” You shrieked, toes curling as you came, legs shaking as Loki chased his own high, reaching it with bared teeth.

Once you caught your breath back, heart still beating fast, Loki pulled out of you before standing up.

“I’m not coming.” He spoke, separating the pile of messy clothes on the floor that you had both discarded there in your previous haste.

“You just did.” You teased.

“Very funny.” He remarked, putting his trousers on as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sitting at the edge of the bed as you watched him. You loved his body. “As your date” he corrected “I won’t be coming.”

“Fine” you huffed “I won’t resort to begging, that’s beneath me” you cringed, dragging your eyes up his torso before they met his “well, unless of course you’d like to tap into your more sadistic nature.” You grinned.

“Oh y/n” he began, placing his hand against your cheek “I could never hurt you” he smiled, mirroring yours “at least not physically, it’d look bad for my job.” He finished, releasing your cheek as your smile fell.

“Whatever” you exhaled, retreating back up the bed as Loki put his shirt on “close the door on your way out.”

Buttoning his shirt, Loki looked at you, a wave of guilt washing over him at your appearance. It was always afterwards he regretted his actions because seeing you so small, drowning in your duvet, he remembered you weren't a god, you were a woman, with feelings. Inhaling, he opened his mouth to speak before remembering that you’re not just a woman, you’re the daughter of a billionaire, a billionaire that no doubt funded the very war he had to fight in. Without saying anything else, he left.

You flinched as the door closed before the tears brimming in your eyes began to drip onto the pillow. This is how you ended up feeling most of the time, used. At first, you liked feeling used, you used eachother but the more you done it, the more time you spent together, the more you got to know one another, the more drawn you felt to him romantically. Your feelings changed from that of lust and you had hoped his had too but moments like these ones, you realised they hadn’t. To him, you were probably just some spoilt rich girl he had to look after but then, you’d catch him looking at you sometimes and you’d allow yourself to wonder. What if he saw you as something more? It was in those moments, you could almost see his conflicting emotions, moments like the one you just had, when he plunged into you, skin to skin, his eyes boaring into yours, your body submerged by him, he looked at you like you were some kind of deity but just as quickly, he closed his eyes, letting his vision plunge into darkness instead of just looking at you. You imagined telling him to open his eyes, to look at you as he lost himself, to watch you lose yourself but you didn’t because you knew he wouldn’t.

Finishing your pointless crying, you trudged towards your en-suite to shower before greeting your reflection.

“What am I doinggg?” You almost scorned it, before noticing the small lovebite left on your left breast.

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hi bestiesssssss i saw woodz yesterday n i am a changed person this is the best artist in the world to Me. i apologize to him deeply for ever looking at another man it won’t happen again like i was blacking out hes so fine n pretty n his smile is so nice i forgot my glasses in my car so i couldn’t see him as clearly as i would have liked help but i was really close n i did cry i’m not going to lie. i was doing pretty good n then he sang journey n it was over for me i love this guy so much n always wish him the best in everything. he’s so genuine on stage like u can tell he’s just having so much fun performing n he took off his ear piece a lot so he could hear us singing along. he played the guitar too i was blacking out sorry i do love a fine ass man that can play guitar like that’s literally my boyfriend n omg he took his shirt off at the very end before he left the stage n i Screamed so loud it hurt my throat n my boyfriend was like 🧍 n i was like i didn’t see anything even though i almost teared my vocal chords up… sorry. what else was i supposed to do i saw the gun tattoo w my own eyes he’s so fineeee. he’s such a singer u guys like we all know this but i was so happy to experience his singing live. he didn’t dance at all like other kpop artists but honestly it wouldn’t have fit the vibe like that’s the lead singer of a band. i’m in love sorry he’s everything to me. watching him sing busted n chaser n noid n i hate you n multiply n trigger n. well u get the point was everything to me who else is making music like this NO ONE that’s who‼️ seungyoun u will always be famous forever n forever i hope he knows that… oh n unfortunately he did not sing hope to be like you for me 😞 or better and better or lullaby or thinkin bout you 😞 but it’s okay we move forward ! he also took the time to read posters n accept song requests n i was really close to him so if i would’ve taken a mexicans 4 woodz/mexico loves u sign he definitely would’ve read it i’m so sad i didn’t make one omg. but he sang short parts of pool n waikiki n better and better n lullaby n deep deep sleep (kind of bc he couldn’t remember the lyrics 😭) n god hijack just came on while i’m typing this it was so crazy seeing him perform this like literally i hit the road running all the fucking time‼️ also he went crazy w ready to fight like he put so much passion into the “shut the FUCK up” part like damn okay.. anything for u king. the whole concert was fun but especially at the end when he performed i hate you bump bump n ready to fight i was so tired but i kept screaming n jumping help. n he was so energetic n happy like i have feelings for this man u don’t understand wayv close ur eyes but this is The kpop man to me n also omg when he opened w busted like i knew he was opening w that song but i still felt like that joker gif where he’s flying backwards like this was soty to me originally until wayv came in w the steel chair but i don’t know u guys woodz might have taken the steel chair out of their hands n used it on them i’ll get back to u on that i’m on a woodz induced high rn so i can’t think clearly wayv i still love u. n omg i saw him sing chaser live. i was singing so loud i felt bad for the girl recording on her phone next to me bc my ass is definitely in her videos singing about breaking down bc what else can i do that’s the song of all time n omg dirt on my leather was so fun literally why u gonna be so sad? rub some fucking dirt on it‼️ seungyoun the rockstar that u are…. n trigger n drowning n i can say this about every song honestly every song was life changing to see live i love singers who sing n i love woodz. i really regret not getting vip i would’ve loved to meet him he was so endearing on stage when he was talking… it honestly feels like a fever dream now like i really saw that man i was there… 🚬 this is so fucking long i’m sorry in conclusion, i’m in love w him i’m obsessed w him i need him badly n he’s a pop rock legend to me forever n ever. te amo luizinho 💙😭

[fatal-furry-mark-of-the-tigers]

Alright, I guess since Ao3 has a goddamn waiting list just to make an account, I'll vet this stupid fanfic here first. It ends on a light enough note without Griffith's usual shit, but it is still generally explicit, so I'll just say CW: cock and ball torture, burning alive, French people, and put the rest below the title.

Jalter × Griffith - A Match Made In Super Gay Superhell [For The Extra Dysfunctional "Evil Gays"(TM)]

It was a dark and stormy night.

"Boy howdy, I sure do hate certain women of color!" said Griffith, quite misogynistically racistly, as he prepared his loins for a midnight rendezvous he would never forget.

He casually sauntered (very casually racistly) into a super duper spookums spooki old haunted mansion at midnight, hoping to scare some kids off the property so he could scam Old Man Jenkems out of his generational nepotism wealth from his distant Japanese ancestor, Old Man Janken-dono at a more leisurely racist pacist pace. No hippies or dogs were there to be found, but a faint screech could be heard from a dark corner of the Foyer…

"HEY MAN, YOU LOOKIN TO SCORE SOME FUCKING MAGIC GOTH PUSSY?!"

A scraggly screaming pedophile called to Griffith with his inside-est voice. It was none other than Griffith's idol himself, one of the OG white boy pedophiles of history, Gilles de Rais in his most dark purple pimp suit.

"Sir, I'm a big fan, but I'm more partial to magic goth dick myself," said Griffith with very racist sincerity thinking about Guts' sword-thick cock again, as was tradition every 2 milliseconds.

"OH, THAT'S NOT A PROBLEM! I GOT SOME INCUBUS CONNECTIONS WITH A MAGIC VTUBER WHO CAN HELP WITH THAT LATER!" replied Bluebeard Gilles de Rais with his entire French Blueballed Gilles de Rais nutsack.

"Oh! Cool. Will a $20 bill get me some light masochism until then?" responded Peter Griffith's Griffin Penis.

"HA! FUCK NO. GIMME THE $666.69 FEE OR MISS ME WITH THAT SHIT AND GET OUT OF MY OFFICE YOU FU-"

Bluebeard's words were cut short by Griffith's Femto Balls(Registered Trademark of LifeAlarm(TM)) being shoved in his usually wet throat encrusted in dried cum until the life drained from his eyes and gave him the world's longest case of Rigor Mortis known to man as he had fallen but could still easily GET UPPP(Registered Trademark of LifeAlart[Patent Pending])

"Oy! What's all the fucking noise, Gilles, you cunt?! You been LARPing as my pimp again, you giant bitch?!" shouted a less racist French voice about to have a very positive White Woman Moment with the nearest bystander.

It was Jeanne d'Arc Alter. She found her not pimp laying dead with his French White Flag flying 1.01 inches high.

"Oh hey, is he dead? Nice. So what's your deal, old lady? Anything I can do for ya? N-not because I l-l-like you or anything b-b-b-BAKA, I'm just contractually obligated by magecraft 'god' to follow a single order of whoever kills my former Master."

"Oooh, ok, I see what's going on here," Griffith racisponded racistfully. "In that case, I have a very clear simple demand…"

"Ah shit, you're a guy. Well, hopefully you're more interesting than the last pasty little twink that wanted to fuck the dragon…" said Jalter disgustedly.

"…Anyway, I'll cut right to the chase. I need you to take those big honking heeled boots and any other weapons at your disposal and go completely nuts on my Femto Nuts. Just absolutely fucking ruin me for life with cock and ball torture while I call you Guts and imagine you as my very platonic boy crush. I may tip later, but for now I~"

CRACK

"You don't gotta ask me twice, buddy!" said the mallgoth money printer grail baby with her right heel firmly impaled through his left Femto Ball into the floor. "Good thing I wore the Bayonetta-inspired gun heels tonight! She's such a girlboss, golly, I sure do hope whoever came up with or voiced her isn't an absolute piece of shit or a TERF or anything. That'd Grind My Guilty Gears hard enough to ruin my fucking day, I tell you hwhat!" she exclaimed before pulling her foot out and firing off several rounds of feet pic bullets into Griffith's Very Racist Free Willy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH, GODDAMNIT GUTS, YOU ARE A FUCKING FREAK TONIGHT, HUH?" he racistly rejoiced in his tomboy-hating testicular torsionnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHMMMMMNNNNJKFJKDGHSKHGDSUHGIHGEGJ E

"What the fuck kind of sturdy Legos(tm) is this dude Gorilla Glued(COPYRIGHT LAW IS VERY WELL-INTENTIONED, SOURCE: I MADE IT THE FUCK UP) together with?!" said J-Money(hi jeff <3) angrily as she fired several more rounds of magic JFK murdering bullets into his ribs and slashed his right Femto Ball against the spooky old wooden floor with a burning French Flag surrounded by the inextinguishable black flames of Amaterasu while his left one seemed to endlessly regenerate.

"KEEP GOING, GUTS! I SWEAR, I CAN ALMOST FEEL GENUINE EMOTION AGAIN, MAN!" shouted the Bigoted Berserker [1997 TV Anime] [Original Soundtrack Composed by Susumu Hirasawa] as he rapidly approached a True Berserk [1997] Number 4 GATTSU Moment(Trademark).

"Ughhh, this is getting old real fucking fast…" said world's angriest honorary non-French girl with a sigh. "LE GRUNDELMENTAL DU WHOREHAUSHAINE! OHOHOHO!" she screamed as stakes arose from the ground to imapale Griffith's Femto Cock and Balls(tm) and have the world's most tasteful weenie roast with the world's most tasteless weenie.

And before Griffith could make use of the World's Most Intense Edging Case(TM), it was done.

Griffith's tiny flaccid boyish twink sausage was burned to a crispy state of submolecular ashes that no French Monarchies past would ever even dare to eat as a status symbol.

"Pfft. Bitch."

The Tsundere Witch of the West kicked his teeth miles into the distance for the usual covering of her tracks and walked away thinking the job was finished and she could enjoy a good celebratory off-screen bang with her girlfriend, Goth King Arthur, when she heard a faint groan and glared back to see him holding out a jar of thousands upon thousands of pennies.

"Just…the…tip……." Griffith moaned misogynistly (he is still also very racist) before feeling the majority of the coins thrown through every part of his body and brain simultaneously like a barrage of gay ninja shuriken from an angry tired White Woman having the usual angry tired White Woman Moment(fucking trademark) with him.

"Fuck off. I'm gonna go bathe extra thoroughly and get my girlfriend's dick wet in a Shed somewhere."

She strutted away like a goofy goober, a gigglepuss loser even, as she carried the the 420 pennies left in the jar to go laugh at a Coinstar(DID SOMEBODY ORDER A FUCKING COPYRIGHT JOKE???) machine.

As she took her Swag off into the night, a van of Hippies arrived through a time warp to go have the worst Stand By Me(tm) Moment(fuckyoucopyright) of their young horny lives.

"Jinkies!" said Velma.

"Jeepers!" said Daphne holding Velma's asscheeks for comfort.

"Ruh Roh!" said Scoobert-Doo, curling up in a ball in Shaggy's strong lanky arms.

"Zoinks!" said Shaggy holding Scooby's asscheeks for comfort.

And of course, Fred came in with his own (Trademark)'d catchphrase to tie the bookend together with a resounding…

"Fuck."™cw

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 198 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: Slow Tuesday at work.

Episode title "Precipice"... Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed that it's not called "Cliff Hanger" xD

MARTIN: "So… are we going to talk about it, or…?" JON: "When we get back to London. I don’t – I think we all need some time to think." Meaning mostly him, I guess? That just was a lot for him. Scared about Martin for so long, finding out that Martin did indeed walk "willingly" with Annabelle. His life being a set-up for all this... I don't actually think too much into the "chosen one" thing, for me it's still about these eternal, incomprehensible, almighty forces just toying with people's lives. Being so utterly at their mercy. All you can do is hope not to run into them or that you didn't somehow attracted their attention. And if you did, why? What did Jon for example do, what does he have what others don't that the Web decided it will make him their marionette to carry out their big plan?

MARTIN: "I-I mean it’s a pretty long walk. We could talk about something else." Martin being Martin, he desperately wants to fill the silence.

MARTIN: "So I figured she had come to kill you, Jon." JON: "Me? W-What about you?" MARTIN: "What about me? I didn’t really think I was important enough to kill." Martin, the “reason” of the Archivist. The Archivist, the Ceaseless Watcher's special little boy, so basically the most important person to the force which is controlling the whole world right now. Not important...

MARTIN: "W– S-Ser-Seriously? What happened to the big lake or whatever Basira was talking about? I was looking forward to the lake! I-I’m fine rowing. I’m good at rowing!" I really love the level of fan service TMA provides. Not too much, just throwing us little bits here and there. It's perfect!

MARTIN: [Mildly distressed] "So, so what, this is our new path then? Some rickety ladder on a cliff edge that’s so high you can’t even see the bottom? Really?" JON: "I’ll admit it’s not a subtle metaphor." I feel so dumb, I don't get it xD

MARTIN: "And, crucially, it would still feel like I’m falling an incredible distance. Wouldn’t it?" I totally feel Martin. I hate falling. I absolutely hate it! I never go on theme park rides with drops because my whole body recoils during the fall and just can't think of anything else than to pls make it stop.

JON: "The, uh… The ladder ends." MARTIN: "What do you mean it ends?" BASIRA: "I’m guessing you’re not talking about the ground." JON: "No. No ground. And… no more ladder." MARTIN: "So what do we do?" BASIRA: "What do you think? We jump. And we fall." Can't have shit in the apocalypse...

MARTIN: "Oh… S-So my choices are jump off a cliff, or cling to it while John does a statement?" BASIRA: "And then jump off it. Yeah." MARTIN: [Distressed] "For fuck’s sake…" I fucking love the S5 humor xD

Is this statement... is this another poem?

GEORGIE: [Upset] "They came for them. Took them away. Like before." JON: "Oh, god." MARTIN: "Who’s ‘they’?" GEORGIE: "The… things from the city. You know, the, the ones that serve that big eye." JON: "Because of me?" MELANIE: "Probably." Oh fuck off, Melanie!

JON: "You got anything to drink in those supplies of yours? I think I could really do with one." Yeahhh, things are slowly really getting to him now...

@a-mag-a-day

[ohii-san]

yes tell us about eihiyo!!!!!

folds hands okay so . to me it's very fundamental that you keep in mind eichi and hiyori were childhood friends and they've known each other likely longer than keito has known eichi and i DON'T KNOW WHY THEY KEEP FUCKING DISREGARDING IT I HATE AKIRA anyway . i'll put it under the cut i know i am very rambly

edit; i hit the image limit i am not normal

so starting with checkmate which is translated by dreamwidth user shivalries but i have a screenshot of the wiki here no i don't how the fuck am i supposed to find it it's so far back in my gallery oh my god OH I GOT IT

it's like never stated when eihiyo meets but it's Obviously fairly young because of the way they refer to each other . i have insane bias so i put them as like toddler friends but realistically they may have met shortly before nagisa came into the tomoe family, since it's stated that the foundation is falling as of ! era meaning they were far more likely to have met years prior in its peak .

SO . let's look at what eichi says here . he says he's similar to hiyori by admitting it would be like looking at himself, and this is a sentiment they both repeat in other stories; i haven't read altered but i am so sure it probably echoes this . he also knows hiyori well enough to understand that they're not particularly amicable, nor is hiyori someone who's easy to deal with when he doesn't fancy it . additionally, in pretty mission, we get these interactions;

it's very likely the two of them attended social gatherings for high society families, which would also perhaps be where hiyori could vaguely know the himemiya family from aside from word of mouth ( it's established in a hiyori side story from ! that he has met tori before, but i believe tori says it was during his time with exfine ? )

we also get to see, in altered, that eichi is more than capable of courtesy and awareness of hiyori's false behaviors . he also says here that they've known each other a long time 🧐 fascinating . okay then . so they mutually understand one another and can't lie to each other ? sounds like something people in a FORMER RELATIONSHIP WOULD SAY !!!!!!! congrats to eichi for being the most divorced nineteen year old in the world

moving on . sorry for the poor image quality i combined two screenshots so i could add the altered one since i NEED people to see it

moving onto summer live which ummm was done by kotofucius ( a long inactive tl :( hope they're okay ) right here, but i have screenshots from the wiki saved so it's what you get lol ❤️ anyway hiyori states it's been a long time since he's seen eichi, and we know this is after the war so we can assume hiyori and eichi more or less fell out after hiyori transferred to reimei . tsumugi states ( in a story i can't recall ? may be ss ) that he keeps in contact with hiyori and nagisa, and that ibara ( <- i believe he says "that kid" or something though, referring to nagisa's roommate and partner, who is ibara ) has helped nagisa grow as a person etc etc so Why did hiyori ghost eichi 🧐 but it's easy enough to understand .

i accidentally grabbed so many screenshots but wonder game gives us a decent glimpse into their dynamic too .

i put them all side by side on mobile to save space a little but the gist of this is that eichi is . very .. aware ? of hiyori's personality and mannerisms, and feels comfortable calling them out . hiyori is someone who canonically wears a facade so imo it's very interesting that eichi calls his bluffs, points out his flaws, etc without much thought at all . they're obviously close and well acquainted no matter how much they appear to hate one another .

we see it later in summer live too, he advises hokuto almost nonstop for the trickstar/eve meeting because he understands hiyori and grasps quite well that he's difficult when he wants to be, which is exactly how he ends up acting with hokuto; really the only reason they get through that meeting is eichi's guidance and hokuto getting pissed off enough to get hiyori to respect him . a tiny bit .

also, in wonder game again, we get to see the fact that hiyori is eventually dedicated to eichi's cause despite hating him . in my opinion this is hiyori deflecting; i believe they're actually much closer than either of them admit in ! era stories ( which is Basically all i've referenced so far ), and their !! banter is definitely meant to be read as far more playful

hiyori acknowledges eichi's dedication and seems to admire it, and also shut up look at what hiyori says in summer live you will not believe this shit

?!?!?!?!?! BUT YOU PERFORM WITH EICHI AND WORK ALONGSIDE HIM . YOU DON'T HATE HIM YOU BIG BITCH BABY JESUS CHRIST !!!! ohhh my god they're so insufferable okay . i'm running out of intelligent thought but i hope you now understand that eichi and hiyori do definitely respect one another, they work well together, i believe hiyori had a crush on eichi as a child and they ( like reichi ) have insane divorced energy . their fights in !! are much more tame compared to them outright saying "i hate you" HAHAH . going back to that second pretty mission screenshot ( as i said at the top, i hit the image limit ), you can definitely read it in a way more amicable teasing kind of way . i would also like to give a shoutout to this white brim moment where hiyori smacks eichi for pretending to die and traumatizing tori . real exes behavior idk personally i wouldn't assault people i wasn't close with HAHAH i also want to mention *this* white brim moment where eichi says that hiyori has been a maid, presumably worn a maid dress also ( for him ?!?!? ) before . it's probably a reference to them playing as children but i am losing my goddamn mind at the idea of like 15/16 year olds eihiyo fucking around and making a bet which ends with hiyori serving eichi .

okay i need to shut up this has been so much please read white brim ( i haven't even read it in full ) and wonder game THANK YOU FOR LISTENING PLEASE SEE MY VISION I SPENT AN HOUR TYPING ALL OF THIS AND GATHERING SCREENSHOTS

[red-the-dragon-writes]

This is Transformers fanfic only really in the vaguest sense.

“Are you sure we need a virgin for this?” Hayden asked.

“What do you mean, am I sure?” the Grand High Vizier of the Dark Mages Association (to be, anyway) said. His name was Vince. Soon he’d be known all over the world, at least if this summoning worked. “Come on, are you stupid? Every fucking demon sacrifice ever asks for a virgin sacrifice, obviously it actually needs a virgin.”

“I mean yeah, but I read somewhere that-”

“Oh, you read somewhere,” Vince started.

“I read somewhere, don’t fucking cut me off, I read somewhere that ‘virgin’ used to just mean a young woman historically and not, like, someone who’d never had sex, and it’ll be a lot easier to find some random chick than it will be to make sure they never screwed around ever in their life, you know?”

“Hayden. Hays. Listen.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re a fucking moron.”

“Pushing your fucking luck, Vince. You need me for this. Are you sure.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure,” Vince snapped. “And before you ask, yes we need an actual goat, too, if you bring me a fucking sheep I am going to flip my shit.”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you unless you want to do all the procuring your own self,” Hayden said. “Face it, you came to me because you can’t do it and I can. If you got an issue with me handling things the way you asked me to, then fuck it, I can kill you just as easily as whatever girl you want me to get for you. You’ll speak to me with respect or not at all.

“Jesus christ,” Vince said. “God, get a thicker skin.”

Hayden rolled his eyes. “Okay. What the fuck ever. Know there’s a line and if you cross it I’ll end you. I’ll get you a virgin. How old does she have to be?”

“What?” Vince said.

“How old do you want your fucking virgin,” Hayden repeated. “A kid will be easier than an adult. Do you care.”

“No, I don’t give a shit,” Vince said, waving a hand. “Whatever makes it work. Just get out of here, we only have six more hours before the window is up.”

-

“Vortex, you have got to be kidding me,” Swindle said. “This is so fucking stupid. I’m not doing it.”

“Come on, Swin, you’re the only spirit I know who has even a snowball’s chance in hell of making it work!”

“Absolutely not. You’re not a fucking demon. No one would think you were a fucking demon.”

“Please. Please, seriously. I swear it’ll work.”

“You’re a regular storm elemental, Tex, the fact that they can read means they’re gonna know your signature is totally off,” Swindle insisted. “Onslaught’s gonna kill us if we get caught for this one, we don’t need any more sanctions.”

“We’re not going to get sanctioned,” Vortex insisted. “I just need you to give me sound effects, okay? Trust me.”

Swindle groaned, flashing multicolor into the Aether. “What’s in it for me, anyway?”

“The juiciest parts of their souls and all the best cuts of the meat, what else?” Vortex said. “You’re the black-market hookup here, I don’t know what to do with all that. I just want to have some fun.”

“I’m not a demon either,” Swindle pointed out, as though Vortex didn’t know he’d been spending ages with that one body-hopper Lockdown reading off his playbook and undercutting his business at all turns. There was no way he didn’t know how to snatch an already-partitioned soul. And Vortex could partition anyone. He was an interrogator. It was practically his job.

“What if I got Blast Off in on it? He’s got the void cold, if he were there it really would feel like a demon had shown up.”

“He’s not gonna be a part of it, are you kidding? Are you stupid?”

“He owes me a favor,” Vortex said..

“Uh,” Swindle said. “Look, Tex, I really think this is a bad idea, but I can turn a nice profit on two live human souls… and everyone’s always asking about blood and vitality and spare hope and all that. You get Blast Off in on it, and I’ll see what I can do.”

[theweredrifter]

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken high kiss . - Caspian

Roughly three weeks ago.

Gabriel had been talking to the same guy at the bar for over an hour, he was charming and very funny, the type of humor he could bounce his own off of and vice versa. The looming fear of finding somewhere to go while still present, took a backseat for a change. The bar was the last place he thought a natural strike up conversation could be had, but here he was. Whether it be at the man's behest, or Gabriel's somebody had to leave the bar, and while sure he'd enjoyed the conversation, he didn't want to swindle that guy.

Before long the two are acquainted, had exchanged names, but not phone numbers. Gabriel had lied that his was dead, and made a point to keep the phone out of his hands and off so he didn't ruin a good thing. Yet, he was in Caspian's home looking at the decor, and anticipating a hit of weed. Having no real idea what his new friend did for work, he wasn't aware the types of goods he was about to get his hands on. Feeling a little uncomfortable in a stranger's space, the worry he might be pressured to put out in an effort to stay forces him to pace around with the joint, making commentary about pictures, or the style of the furniture, or atmosphere, particularly if it was expensive.

A few hits in, and Gabriel's coughing, hard. "Shit-! This Fae leaf? God-!" He coughs twice more;"-Fuck me dead mate- shit is strong!" Gathering his composure, eager hits are taken, even if it procured coughing every so often. Anything to escape the pain. Eventually, due to lack of tolerance for what he later dubbed 'super weed', the anxiousness quiets and he comes to sit down. The two start having a conversation more geared toward likes, favorite colors, past jobs, ideal job, a couple slapstick pothead jokes, what life was like for one another growing up, perceptions on what life's greatest meaning was, if aliens were real and apparent sightings but eventually the subject landed on girlfriends, a love life.

By now, the jacket is off and slung over the back of a kitchen chair while Gabriel is laying on the couch, smoking joint number who knows- but he was no longer stressed out, and was contently gone. "Oh, I never really got very far in the datin' world. There was this one lass, but things just never progressed. She liked two others, and believe it or not I was guy number three. She was real down to earth, pretty thing, came thiiiiiis close to kissin' her but she just ended up trying out both guys and I just lost interest. We were supposed to stay friends, but when she started ignoring my messages I just dropped it cold turkey. I don't like wasting my time, you know?"

Kisses sounded nice, really, nice. The mouth waters, then he's turning to look at Caspian. A short thought process occurred, before laying on his version of suave, smooth charm;"You'know..speaking of women- and love.. you uh.. you ever kiss a guy?..." Blue eyes slow blink as he waits for an answer, god he hoped for a yes. When affirmation is given, he heaves himself up with a chuckle of anticipation;"Mate.. you're about to have the ride of your life. I know a thing or two bout kissing lads." The half smoked joint is held firmly inbetween a first and second finger as he goes to stand, but then has to stop to reorient, abandons the idea and sits back down.

"Wait, wait I got an idea.. hold that thought." Taking another drag, the body slinks down to all fours and crawls over to his company, wherever they sat or laid. He'd will himself upright when face to face, lips upturned into a grin, content to look dead on with no shame, and plenty of confidence. Eyes close, and lips connect, tongue pressing into the mouth for the full experience- but he's feeling a little dizzy. Warm fingers grip the face to hold his suitor steady, but it's a gentle hold, exhaling hot breath as he refrains from being too eager for love. An undetermined amount of time passed, heat built into the chest, then down the stomach, and was continuing its descent lower.

The joint was beginning to ash in the hand, forcing focus to shift back to what was in his hand. Lips part with a soft smack, and a subconscious tongue runs over before inhaling the lower lip with thought;"Hmm.. that felt like you were... holding back a little. You don't kiss guys often I bet." Gabriel exhales, holding eye contact with a challenging wink, then a little peek of tongue. He wants another round. "You wanna try again?"

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book One Chapter 13

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book One

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 83k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Every few centuries a hero is born—one chosen by the God Tiandi to carry out his will in the mortal realm. The Xiang. Whether it is to quell a war instigated by the forces of shadow—of Shakti herself—or whether it is the miasma that poisons the world, the Xiang is born to bring the world back into balance.

Shu Pangu Min knows what his purpose is and he does his best to fulfill it even if he doesn’t fully understand all of the details. He must travel from city to city—lord to lord—to clear out the miasma. Along the way, he is to enlist the aid of four disciples. Each is to be of a different country and each must have high resonance and deep faith.

The holy men who raised him have great confidence in his future successes and they leave him to begin his journey on his own. But, can Pangu live up to the expectations of those around him? Can he really save the land like all other Xiang before him or will his unconventional methods doom them all?

Full chapter 13 under the cut

Chapter XIII

With Raine unconscious in his arms, Kira couldn’t pay much attention to anything else. He tried waking him—at least enough to where he could stand on his own feet. If he needed to, he would be able to carry him but it would take all of his strength.

“You absolute idiot,” he hissed between his teeth. “We told you to slow down and relax and what do you do? Fucking pass out from exhaustion and fever….”

When Raine, predictably, didn’t respond to him, Kira sighed and looked over his face. He brushed some of his hair out from his eyes and grumbled under his breath.

Sometimes he really thought his feelings for the man were more of a hindrance than anything. He couldn’t even properly stay mad at him.

Pangu surveyed the area, walking until his disciples were just out of sight behind him. When he spotted the top of a field of wheat up a hill, he jumped up and then ran back to Kira.

“I found wheat! That must mean there’s a farm nearby, right?”

“Stands to reason,” he agreed, “But who knows if they will help up.”

“Try to get Raine as close in that direction as possible,” Pangu instructed and pointed, “I will go ahead to find who lives there and talk to them.”

Kira nodded and began his effort to pull Raine up to his feet. He wasn’t sure of the best way to carry him but he had a feeling that his feet would end up dragging along the ground no matter what he did.

“Be careful,” he said to Pangu once he had Raine steady in his grasp.

“I will,” the Xiang assured him before disappearing off into the field.

There was always a chance that whoever lived on the farm would coldly turn them away and they would have to continue searching for help but, at the very least, Pangu hoped to get directions to the nearest town. After all, farms were always near some town or city so, no matter what, they were close to finding rest.

He found the path through the wheat and followed it until he came upon a clearing which had rows of mostly root vegetables before him. A couple of free roaming cattle walked about along with some hogs and wayward chickens.

He stepped over a plot of dirt and rushed around until he found a few rows of bushes. Finally there were some people in sight.

Two women—one quite a bit older than the other—stood side by side and picked berries from the shrubs. Their hair and skin was dark and the sun reflected a red undertone in their hair.

Neither of them had noticed him yet so Pangu carefully got their attention. “Excuse me.”

His sudden appearance still made the older woman jolt upward and the younger woman dropped her basket.

“Sorry, I did not mean to startle you,” he immediately apologized, “My friends and I are a little lost and one of my friends has also fallen ill. Is there any chance we could rest here or get some medicinal herbs to help him?”

“Oh dear,” the older woman placed a hand to her chest. Her eyes were a dark color—either brown or a deep red. “Our doors are always open to those in need.”

“Do you know what he is sick with?” The younger woman asked. Similarly, she had dark eyes but they were more noticeably red. Pangu wasn’t positive but the two looked very much like mother and daughter.

“He has a fever and has lost consciousness due to a mixture of the illness and exhaustion. That is all we know right now.”

“We can make a medicine for the fever at least,” the older woman said.

“I will go and get them,” Pangu stated, gesturing backward.

“I will come with you and help you into the house,” the young woman offered and walked toward him. She fixed her hair, ensuring that it was securely tied up in the bun on top of her head.

She followed behind him as he ran back to the road. Hopefully, he would meet Kira closer to the farm so the trip for Raine was as short as possible.

Near the middle of the path in the wheat, Pangu saw Kira with Raine’s body propped up against him. He had the man’s arm around his shoulder while his legs dragged slightly behind him. Pangu moved to Raine’s other side, hoisting him the rest of the way up to ease Kira’s burden.

“Follow me now,” the young woman said with more concern on her face now that she had seen Raine’s condition. “My mother will have probably prepared my brother’s room. She is no doubt making some medicine as well.”

“Thank you so much,” Pangu responded.

“Yes, we could not carry on for much longer like this,” Kira seconded.

“He does look to be in terrible shape,” she said, glancing over her shoulder for a second.

They came upon the large wooden house and Pangu was surprised at how roomy it was on the inside as well. A long table greeted them and they had to walk through a shared living area where a few more people were sitting around. Pangu didn’t have time to really take notice or say hello to anyone though.

In the back hallway, they were led into a room where the older woman was already waiting with a cup of medicine, a bucket of water, and a few towels.

“You will need to take off his armor,” she said as they sat him down on the bed.

Kira silently went to work on removing the metal plates while Pangu tried to wake him. A few soft pats to the side of his face led to a slightly more forceful slap.

“Raine,” he called out, “You need to wake up for a second, okay?”

Thankfully, the man’s brow started to furrow. His eyes fluttered open and confusion was clear on his face. “Where…?”

“Relax,” Kira said as he moved on to his boots. “Drink the medicine this nice lady made for you.”

Raine glanced over to her and reached out, wearily, to take the cup of red liquid. He slowly took a sip and closed his eyes again.

“He needs rest too, of course,” the older woman said and placed the cup of medicine on the bedside table.

Kira finished removing his armor and helped him lay down on the bed. Almost as soon as Raine’s head hit the pillow, he fell asleep. “This would never have happened if he had just rested on the road,” Kira said with a frown.

“Well we can’t do anything about that now,” Pangu reminded him. “…Kira, will you stay here and watch over him?”

After a long sigh, his disciple nodded. “Yes. I will take care of him.” He sat on the side of the bed and rested his hand on the man’s warm forehead.

“Good, I need to talk to the family here. See what we can do to repay them.” Pangu looked to the two women who were still in the room.

“We shall go to the other room,” the older woman said and pointed behind her, “Your friend needs to be undisturbed.”

He nodded and left Kira with Raine while he followed the women into the larger room where a man and two children were waiting. A young girl helped the older man sort through baskets of vegetables while the small boy ran around and played by with a toy. When Pangu and the women walked in, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over.

“Hello everyone.” Pangu smiled a little and bowed. “My name is Shu Pangu Min and I am in your service. My company is short of material funds but if I can, I will help out in any way around your home to thank you for your help.”

“You are welcome in our home, Pangu,” the man said with a smile. He repositioned himself in his chair and Pangu noticed, because of the movement, that he was missing one of his legs. “Let us introduce ourselves. I am Chi Duobu Su, the husband of that lovely woman to your left, Yang Daiji Fa.”

“My name is Kin Loa Yang Chi,” the young woman bowed slightly. “Those other two are my younger siblings: Kin Jaimas Yang Chi is my sister and Chi Feiman Yang is my brother.”

“I have an eldest son as well,” the older woman, Daiji, said, “He is in the military so he is not here as often.”

“So you and your daughter manage the farm on your own?” Pangu asked, looking between her and the oldest daughter. Daiji’s husband could not help out in the field with his disability and the other children were too young to be much use.

“We do,” Loa answered with a smile.

“I help sometimes,” Jaimas argued and poked out her lip.

“Sometimes but you’re still learning,” her older sister responded and patted her on the top of her head—between her neatly tied buns.

“I will help out while my companion heals,” Pangu stated, getting everyone to look over at him again. “It is the least I can do.”

Loa grinned. “You can come and help me finish the harvest.”

“I will stay inside and keep an eye on your friends. But before you go, I do have a question,” Daiji added before giving him a look, “Pangu, was it?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Your friend was wearing Kyrie armor…” She wrung her hand together, giving the impression she might have been nervous to bring it up.

“He is a soldier from Kyrie,” Pangu confirmed with another nod.

“What in the world is a soldier from Kyrie doing over here?” he husband, Duobu asked with a scrunched brow.

“Maybe he’s visiting,” Feiman, the little boy, suggested before he went back to playing with his toy.

“Well,” Pangu started and then cleared his throat, “I suppose it would be best if I was upfront.”

Both husband and wife stared at him and waited for the potentially tumultuous reveal.

“I am the Xiang. Those two men are my disciples.”

A long moment of silence passed before the little girl, Jaimas spoke up, “Really? You’re the Xiang, mister Pangu? Can you prove it?”

They didn’t seem too put out or bothered by the information so he relaxed some. Perhaps all of the accounts that his mentors had told him about the current culture of Agni was not entirely true. Or maybe it just so happened that he found a religious family by happy coincidence.

Pangu smiled a little and reached his hand out to the basket of vegetables and lifted some of them into the air. He floated them above Feiman’s head, causing the small boy to disregard his toy and jump up to try to grab them. With a laugh, he lurched them out of his reach before finally putting the vegetable back into the basket.

“Wow!” Jaimas exclaimed and clapped her hands together. “It’s just like the stories!”

“That is incredible…” Loa’s jaw was dropped and she turned to Pangu with astonishment. “We had not even heard that one was born…”

“There were rumors,” her mother responded but still shook her head. “Regardless, Xiang, it is an honor to have you in our home. Please…you owe us nothing. Relax and use our home as your own.”

Pangu rejected the offer. “I’m afraid I can’t. While your support is greatly appreciated, I must repay my debt for your hospitality.”

“Then at least allow us to prepare you and your disciples an excellent meal,” Duobu replied with a grin. “It is not every day that the Xiang comes into the home of a humble farmer.”

“That I can handle,” he said and smiled back.

Loa then led him outside of the house while her father got to work on dinner and her mother returned to check on Raine again.

The young woman kept stealing glances at Pangu and, after a few moments, he had to address it. “What?” he asked and chuckled softly.

“I am just surprised,” she responded and turned around to face him. She walked backward as she continued to lead him to the fields.

“About the Xiang thing?” he guessed.

She tucked some stray hair behind her ear and laughed. “Yes, obviously.”

“I wasn’t sure it would be wise to open with that fact,” Pangu said honestly. He grabbed a basket from the ground after the young woman had done so. He looked to her for cues on what to do since he’d never done farm work before. “I have heard that some people in Agni are atheist.”

“That is true,” Loa replied, “Honestly, I am unsure if I believe in Tiandi myself but you are clearly the Xiang, right? And you have been clearing miasma?”

“Yes.” Pangu kneeled down next to her and watched how she plucked the green pods from the small bushes before them. He could only hope he would be able to keep up with her. “My entire purpose is to rid the land of miasma. And defeat the Chaaya—assuming there is one.”

Even if he and his disciples both felt that there was a Chaaya in Agni somewhere, that didn’t mean he needed to spread panic by telling Loa. Not that he believed she would go around telling everyone but it was better to play things safely.

“You know,” she started after a moment, keeping her eyes on the work in front of her, “I’ve grown up hearing stories about the past Xiangs and I had always imagined they were older men...”

“Some were women,” Pangu pointed out with a laugh.

“…True but I always imagined them in a certain way, I suppose,” Loa tried to explain and chuckled. She met Pangu’s eyes and continued, “What I mean to say is that I did not expect the Xiang to be such a cute young man.”

His brow raised in surprise. He certainly hadn’t expected her to say that.

As he struggled for some way to respond to that, her gaze shifted from him to somewhere past him. It was so sudden that he glanced over his shoulder to see what she was staring at.

Approaching them was a man in light armor with a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Baiya!” Loa called out and jumped to her feet. She looked down at Pangu and told him, “My brother.”

“Oh.” He also stood up, ready to greet the last member of the family.

[sardonic-sprite]

It's september, people!

And we all know that means more release dates and teaser paragraphs. This month we get 1 repletion chapter and otherwise ALL as you wish fills!

Sun, Sept. 3 = move night (inspired by the Friendship Test video)

The family was all assembled, sprawled over couches and armchairs and throw rugs, small bowls in their laps filled with popcorn, pretzels, and gummy worms, and glass bottles of specialty lemonades, root beers, and cream sodas at their sides, all supplied from the grand junk-food fest on the coffee table. Alfred had protested it soundly, as he always did, yet still ended up with a root beer and a bowl of pretzel sticks, as he always did.

Thurs, Sept. 7 = summer returns (also inspired by the Friendship Test)

"Oh, Timmers," Jason whispered. He rolled over, and then Tim was bundled into his big brother's arms, cradled close and gently, with Jason's heartbeat against his cheek and fingers stroking through his hair.

Sun, Sept. 10 = repletion: lividity

Jason grit his teeth, fists clenching around the objects they held. "You're sick, you know that? Trying to gaslight a fucking kid for what, his bank account? Well, I've got news for you, jackass. Tim's never gonna fucking buy it. So give it up and give him the fucking phone."

Thurs, Sept. 14 = "Again" - Bruce's POV

"Dad!" came through as a sob, and Bruce’s heart stopped. "Dad, help, please, I'm sorry, I can't..." "Jason?" he whispered shakily. Jason never called him dad. Not… not anymore. Oh, God, what was happening to him? He was yelping and gasping and sobbing, and he wasn't responding to any of his siblings screaming his name.

Sun, Sept. 17 = mama spider (inspired by AYW Ch7)

"Lena, this is Chloe, my daughter," Natasha said. She wasn't sure why, but the words made her a little breathless. "And Adrien, my son." Yelena's eyes got very wide, and she glanced at all four of them in a split second before asking, "How the fuck did you and Rogers make twins? You don't have any mommy organs!"

Thurs, Sept. 21 = baby cuddles (inspired by Nothing in This World)

"Hey, Nneka," he crooned, relieved beyond measure to see her breathing, and feel her teeny, teeny fingers grip his shirt. “How’s our little Amazon?” His tongue tripped over our, as it always did, wanting desperately to say my. She wasn’t his. He had to remember that none of these kids were his, except for the hours when he held them close against his heartbeat and whispered promises that they’d grow healthy and strong.

Sun, Sept. 24 = "The Press Conference" - Jason POV

It was like a bomb dropped, the sudden explosion of people yelling and clamoring, for Jason's attention, for Bruce's, for Dick’s, for anyone's. Jason flinched as the wall of sound slammed him. He cast about frantically for anyone who seemed not to have forgotten about taking fucking turns post-Kindergarten, and finally called, "In the back, with the red hair."

Thurs, Sept. 28 = coming out of the coffin (inspired by Jason's reveal video)

"It… I… A lot of the reasons I had for… for not wanting to come back… yeah, they still stand. I don't like the posing and the attention, I don't like high society types, I don't like the publicity. "But… I wanna go out with the others and not worry about making up a cover story for who I am and why I'm there. I wanna… I wanna go to college. I want… I'm tired of… Talia called it living like a shadow. And I said I liked it because it's safer, and it is, but… It gets…" "Lonely?" Bruce murmured. 

Hope y'all are excited!

[bonky-n-steeb]

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— bodyguard! bucky barnes x popstar! reader

summary || you cannot resist your mysterious, grumpy and sexy bodyguard, Bucky Barnes. (bodyguard au)

warnings || unprotected sex. car sex. daddy kink. dom/sub undertones. fingering. dirty talk. petname (princess). pining. PWP. — MINORS DNI

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The glitter on your eyelids and the sweat dripping off your forehead sparkled in the focus of bright lights as you bent down for a final bow.

The audience roared rowdily as you as you waved them goodbye and walked away from their eyes and into the darkness of the backstage.

You shut off your mic and discarded all the wires on your body before starting to jump around in excitement. “It was amazing! Everyone loved it!” Wanda, your manager, clapped with exhilaration.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Wan, I can’t believe this!” You hugged her tightly and you were both jumping on the spot with excitement.

“I knew you’d do it! I just knew!” Wanda wasn’t just your manager but your best friend and confidante too. And when no one else had believed in you, she had.

This wasn’t your very first concert, but still every concert for you was just as important. The thrill of singing in front of the mob of people who loved you was better than any drug.

“Come on! Let’s get you into the car before they come swarming in.” Fame came with pros and cons. The love of your fans was both, a pro and a con.

Sometimes it got a little too much and people forgot you were a real human with emotions rather than a part of your their fantasy.

You nodded to Wanda and your eyes search for one man specifically among the mass of people working backstage.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked Wanda as you both started walking. “He’s waiting outside to escort you to the car.” Wanda informed as you two hurried past everyone.

You were wearing a short checkered skirt and thigh high boots. You paired that with a corset top which made you feel sexy as fuck.

You had defied expectations and marched to your own rhythm right since the beginning. And at this point, you didn’t care what people commented about your body.

You were tired and exhausted after performing for so long but the instant you saw Bucky, you quickly improved your posture and tried appearing energetic.

James Bucky Barnes code named the winter soldier, was a high profile bodyguard, you had hired. He previously worked for President Steve Rogers, and even you didn’t know till now how you afforded him.

He was broody and mysterious and mouth-wateringly handsome. His sharp jawline and steel blue eyes could make you dizzy with just one look.

You didn’t know much about him, but at the same time, you knew his weirdest little habits like how he listed down all the things he had to do in a day and that he owned a cute white cat, alpine.

He just gave a quick nod, and didn’t even say a word more as you walked besides him. He was constantly checking your periphery to see if you were away from harms way.

You sighed when you finally hoped into the limousine and Bucky followed close by while Wanda stayed back to ensure everything ended smoothly.

“Did you like the show?” You wiggled happily as you asked him. Bucky was in a grumpy mood 24x7 and today was no different.

“It was good.” He stated flatly as the car started. “Only good? Not excellent? Not outstanding? Not out of this world?” You always shamelessly flirted with Bucky and he resisted.

“It was really good.” Some days you wanted to punch Bucky, this was one of those days. “Okay.” You just grunted and turned your head away. But what you didn’t notice was the way his lips smirked up as you acted out.

Bucky wordlessly thrusted a water bottle in your hand and you greedily gulped down the much needed water with some droplets slipping past your lips.

Bucky’s eyes refused to move away from the stray droplets as they disappeared past your cleavage. He knew he should avert his eyes but he was just not able to.

He wanted to lick clean each of those droplets and fuck you until you begged him to stop. He always acted restrained and grumpy because otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

You caught him staring and you didn’t know what was in the air, but you wanted nothing more than Bucky to just hold you down and fuck you into oblivion right in this car.

You purposely let the bottle slip out of your hand and spill on the floor. “Oops!” You you giggled and bent down to pick it up from the floor.

You knew Bucky was getting a great view of your ass from beneath the really short skirt, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You wiggled your ass, pretending to be innocent, as you chased the bottle which was laying right in front of you.

Bucky’s hand was itching with the need of grabbing your ass. But Bucky was nothing if not professional. He folded his palm into a fist and clenched his jaw tight.

“Like something you see?” You teased as Bucky’s eyes were locked upon your ass. “Don’t tease me.” For the first time, you were seeing his professionalism slip.

“Or what?” You bit your lower lip as you asked and the next thing you knew, you were being pulled into Bucky’s lap.

“You gotta learn some fucking manners, princess.” His hands kneaded your ass and you let out an unholy moan at the slightest touch.

“Please…” your panties were dripping already. “Please what princess?” His hot breath on your neck was making you shiver with anticipation.

“Please fuck me..” you were breathless and pure lust was flowing through your veins. He swatted your ass and your eyes flew open, when you hadn’t even realised when you closed them in the first place.

“You know better than that princess.” You just knew what he was asking for and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“Please fuck me… daddy!”

“Now that’s my girl!” His lips were instantly on yours and he kissed you like a desperate man finally finding his elixir.

You weaved your hands through his short trimmed hair and held him close to your face as you both kissed passionately.

It was as if all that pent up sexual tension was poring itself out of the box you had both sealed it shut with. You could feel his hard cock near your core and you grind down on it.

“Fuck princess!” His fingers wrapped around your panties and ripped them right through the middle giving him access to your pussy. “Da… daddy!”

His fingers rubbed your arousal around before entering your dripping hole. You choked on your breath as his thick fingers stretched you.

He pumped them in you and you writhed on his lap as he pulled out and pushed them in. He placed his other hand around your waist to hold you steady.

You couldn’t stop the moans that spilled out of your mouth. All you cared about, were Bucky’s thick fingers fucking your cunt.

“Daddy I need more! I need you!” You panted as he continued his ministrations. “You are still too tight princess.” You shook your head and protested.

“I need you now! I need to feel you, please daddy!” You whined and Bucky pulled his fingers out. “Please please please!” You mumbled as Bucky pulled his cock out of his pants. It was long and curved slightly and thick with veins running down his length.

You stroked it before lining it up with your wet hole. You sighed when his head entered you, but then, Bucky gripped your waist and thrusted up in a single movement making you squeal out. “Daddy!”

“Shhh princess, you don’t want the driver to listen to your pretty moans, now do you?” The screen between the driver and you was down. Yet you both knew that by now he definitely had heard what was going behind his back.

The fact that you could get caught was making you drip with arousal. Bucky’s hand gripped your nape and the other held your waist as he thrusted up into you.

“Oh.. fuck..! Hnnggg..” you were reduced to a whimpering mess as kept hitting your spot repeatedly. You threw your head back in ecstasy and his lips attached to your neck.

He nipped and sucked on your neck and shoulders and that combined with his hard thrusts, was making you quiver. You just knew this was going to be the best fuck of your life.

“Harder Bucky! Please, I need more.” Bucky was an itch you just couldn’t scratch. “Yeah? God, princess, what am I gonna do with you?”

Bucky pulled out and you clenched around the air, pathetically begging for more. Bucky flipped you on your stomach on the car seat and swiftly entered you from behind.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? You wanted daddy to fuck you hard?” This time he was fucking you hard enough to choke on his dick.

You tried clutching the leather seats but they didn’t have any give to them. So you just laid with your face down and ass up, and took what Bucky was giving you.

“I… I’m….” You could feel the coil in your stomach was close to snapping. “You’re gonna cum?” Bucky could feel you clenching around his length.

“Yes! Yes please!” Bucky was getting off on you begging for him. “Cum for me, princess.” His words were enough to send you spiralling down the deep crescent of climax.

Bucky clenched his teeth as you squeezed his cock. Feeling you flutter around him, he couldn’t stop himself either and after a few desperate thrusts he was coming deep inside you.

“We’ve reached your house ma’am.” You both heard the driver speak through the speaker and you and Bucky, both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

You both were panting and sweating while Bucky was still sheathed in you and yet, you both couldn’t stop your laughter.

Bucky groaned as he pulled out of your heat and saw his cum dripping down your messy folds. The animalistic part of him proudly preened as he had finally marked you as his.

“Did you like it soldier?” You asked as you got up in a sitting position. You could feel his cum drip down your legs and your rubbed them together as you squirmed.

“I loved it princess. What do you think about a second round?” You almost gawked when you noticed that his cock was already half hard. “I’m always down for a second round daddy!”

[matryosika]

Untitled #4

pairing — changbin x reader

genre — smut 18+

word count — 6.4 word of pure smut

warnings — bodyguard!changbin, bratty!reader, slight bulging kink, female masturbation, oral (m), squirting, slight voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, salirophilia, use of petnames, slight corruption kink, very very mild impact play, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cum eating, body cumshot, breeding kink, creampie.

note — i think this one came out way more filthy than other things i have written, but i am happy with it. it has more smut than actual plot and even though i thought it was going to end up being a timestamp drabble, i got too carried away? anyways, i hope you enjoy! sorry for it being too long. please remember that english is not my first language and if there are any grammar mistakes, i will correct them asap. and on the note, since i am writing about changbin, i have received several asks about shoot me. i should update it soon, i know! i did face a writers block while doing it and, even though i wrote a fairly amount of things, i havent been able to open my drive because i feel like it doesn't meet my expectations lmfao, i am indeed procrastinating. but i do feel sad reading those asks because i want to give you all a closure, so i will work hard.

"come on, let me out" you yelled in exasperation, banging on the door several times to attract changbin's attention, "i'll be back before midnight, i promise".

"your parents gave me strict orders that i must follow" he limited to respond, standing outside of your bedroom door while scrolling through his phone.

"oh, come one" you hissed, throwing your high-heels around the room, "you are so fucking annoying".

changbin smiled to himself, thinking that he was finally going to have a moment of peace. but, out of all the people in the world, he knew well that peace and your name couldn't even be spelled in the same sentence.

he had been working with you and your family for months now, usually while having them around. he would often drop and pick you up at the university campus, he would accompany you to all your weekend hangouts with friends and made sure that you didn't get on trouble nor danger.

as if your parents were not annoying enough, forcing you to have someone behind your back at all times, it was their profession who always had them on alert. being successful lawyers who did all the dirty work no one wanted to do came with consequences that forced them to be prepared with whatever, that being the main reason behind them being uptight.

"you can wait for me outside the party" you mumbled against the door once again, hoping to get changbin's attention for him to unlock it, "i promise i will behave".

"your parents are out of town and they told me you weren't allowed to go out. not even out of your room because of that last time you escaped to go to your friend's house and returned 3 days later." changbin replied with a serious tone, resting his head on the wall behind him while your last words rubbed him in a way that they didn't need to.

i promise i will behave.

"then, can you hang out with me?" you queried from the other side of the door, one of your brows arched eager to hear his response.

however, it wasn't what you expected.

"y/n, please let me do my work".

"god," you groaned in frustration, kicking the mattress of your bed, "it must suck to be 23 and be as bitter and boring as you are".

changbin scoffed at your comment. it wasn't that he was a bitter or boring man, but he understood that that was only the part you knew about him. he strived to be completely responsible and professional at his job so he couldn't go around doing things that could get him in trouble or damage his image in front of his bosses.

having a close relationship with you being one of them.

"changbin, i am hungry" you mumbled once again, waiting for him to open the door so you could storm out of your room before he could catch you.

as far as you were concerned, there were not many of your father's bodyguards that night since they all traveled abroad with him so trying to escape from just one wasn't going to be such a hard task. it wasn't like you hadn't done it before.

"order something and i will pick it up for you, then i will bring it into your room" he responded, again, unbothered.

"can i go to the kitchen?" you inquired, resting your head on the cold surface of the door.

changbin lifted his gaze up from his phonescreen, wondering if he was being too harsh on you. even though your parents did tell him to keep an eye on you, they never mentioned anything about you being around the house as long as he was there with you.

locking his phone and carefully placing it on the pockets of his black pants, one of his hands reached out for the keys to your bedroom and proceeded to unlock the door.

as soon as you heard the noise, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. isn't he so naive?

he opened the door slowly, looking at you to see any kind of impulsive action or weird behavior. however, you just stood there in front of him with your pink tight dress on, your leather purse in one hand and your high-heels on the other.

"wh-"

"i will be back at midnight, alright?" you rushed to say, pushing him away from the door so you could start running downstairs and leave by the kitchen door.

however, you underestimated how qualified changbin was to do the work of a bodyguard. it didn't took him more than 5 seconds to approach you and grab you by the waist, your hands being forced to drop both your purse and your shoes at the start of the staircase.

"didn't you say you were going to behave?" he groaned as you struggled to run away from his grip.

for a minute, as much as you were embarrassed of admitting it, you didn't wanted to stop struggling against him.

feeling his body pressed against yours with such strength was turning you on. his arms around your waist and your arse brushing against his crotch was something that you were most definitely not going to forget. the way his heavy breathing sounded in your ears along with the smell of his cologne was as heavenly as you ever imagined it to be.

"you are just a little brat who doesn't know how to follow orders," he grunted, picking your body up and walking you back to your room.

and, even though your mission failed atrociously, you were not completely upset.

you were still going to have fun that night, although your plans had changed.

"get to sleep," changbin panted while forcing you inside of your room, closing the door as soon as you stepped foot in it, "and stop talking to me".

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, feeling how your whole body burned just by the few seconds you were close to changbin.

saying he was attractive was an understatement, and saying that his only charms were physical traits was a lie. there was so much to him that you couldn't understand, and you realized how difficult it was going to be having him around since the very first day your father introduced him as your personal bodyguard.

his smile, his voice, his hands, his body, the way he dressed, talked, acted and smelled... all of him was an invitation for you to dive into your filthiest and darkest fantasies, ones that you wouldn't even dare to say out loud because of how embarrassing they were.

you had always dreamed about him in between your legs, making you cum while having you begging for more and more. and, even though you had thought about approaching him with such an indecent proposal, it was very rare to be left completely alone with him in an intimate space.

until tonight, of course.

"if you are not letting me go out," you sighed, collapsing in your bed with your back resting on the mattress and your eyes fixed on the ceiling, "can you at least help me?"

"what do you need?" he queried, still outside of your door.

"i was going to meet up with someone," you mumbled, stretching your whole body on top of the bed, "you know..."

"y/n-"

"since you are not giving me permission to go out, it's only fair that you take care of the job" you pouted, your right hand caressing your whole body on top of the thin, pink fabric of the dress you were wearing as you awaited for his reponse.

"get to sleep," he replied, the tone of his voice dropping while closing his eyes, bringing back the memory of your body in that short dress, "read a book, i don't know-"

"i am not in the mood for that," you slightly wined, your nipples getting harder under your underwear begging to be touched, "just come into my room".

"you know i can't do that, y/n" he spoke. this time though, you could feel the torture in his voice. you knew he needed it just as much as you so, with the right amount of pressure, it was going to be easy for him to give in.

"there is no one around," you mumbled, spreading your legs opened while your digits caressed your wetted slit, "and i promise not to tell anyone so, what's stopping you?"

no response from him.

"they gave you strict orders for not letting me out of the house but they never said anything about fucking their daughter, am i right?" you queried once again, your fingers teasing to pull your own panties to the side, "i don't understand why you wouldn't fulfill my plea".

"my job is to take care of you," he hissed, his head slightly banging on the wall behind him as he tried his hardest to maintain his posture, "nothing else."

"then take care of me properly," you replied, feeling a tension growing in your lower back that just needed to be released, "come inside and take care of me".

"y/n..."

"or is it that i am not attractive?," you rushed to say, thinking about how you were going to play your cards this time around. "if you don't want to fuck me because i am not your type, just say so, you don't need to make up excuses about your job".

"get to sleep, yeah?" he repeated again, his eyes closed shut while your words lingered on his mind over and over again.

"is that it? you don't find me attractive?" you insisted, running your fingers along your wet panties. "that's such a pity, because i find you incredibly attractive".

changbin's cock twitched inside of his pants, feeling light-headed because he never thought he would hear those words coming out of your lips.

"you are so, so, so attractive changbin" you whined, sliding your panties to your side while your digits got coated in your own juices, "just now, when you were forcing me back into my room, i got so wet".

changbin swallowed hard at your words, all the blood in his body traveling down to one particular point.

"if you don't want to fuck or see me," you panted, spreading your legs even more, "can you at least hear how i touch myself thinking of you?"

"y/n, please don't tempt me" changbin whispered, but it wasn't loud enough for you to hear it.

"just listen to me," you moaned, pumping two of your fingers inside your cunt, "how bad i need someone to fill up my holes".

changbin's erection was starting to hurt inside of his tight pants and he couldn't ignore the uncomfortable, yet arousing feeling of being hard.

"are you hard already, changbin?" you questioned with a whine, rubbing circles on your clit with one hand while the other worked on your cunt.

changbin's hand traveled instinctively to his bulge, palming and teasing himself while he struggled to keep his mind clear.

"come on," your lewd noises were coming out louder than before and he was on the brink of opening that door just to see you. no touching, no fucking, not anything else. he just wanted to admire you and move on, just to stop torturing his mind thinking about how could you possibly look while playing with yourself, "please come and fuck me, my fingers aren't enough".

the mixture of your words, his heavy breathing, fast heartbeats, growing bulge and dizzy mind drove him to take one of the worst decisions he could ever take that night: opening the door.

and there you were, laying with your dress slightly pulled up and your legs spreaded, two of your fingers buried deep into your cunt while your hips bucked mercilessly against nothing.

"see, i know you were smart," you panted, licking your lips without breaking the eye-contact with him, "it is more fun when you get to look, isn't that right?"

changbin's gaze fixed on your glistening cunt that was practically ready to be used, admiring how your digits got lost inside of it wishing it was his big cock instead.

"it feels so good," you moaned, your eyes falling to the pleasant sight of his bulge under his pants, "but i bet you would feel ten times better".

changbin licked his lips with both of his hands inside the pockets of his pants, not caring to hide his growing erection at all. the more he saw you and listened to your whines, the more prominent and uncomfortable it got.

slowly, his hand started to caress his bulge on top of the fabric of his pants, the scene ending up being way more filthy than you could ever imagine.

"i know you want to fuck me," you moaned, moving your hips against the mattress while you fucked yourself, "why do you keep resisting it?"

changbin's serious demeanor wasn't unusual, but still- you couldn't help but feel frightened by the way he was looking at you. he looked even more intimidating than he usually did and, as much as you loved it, you didn't know what to expect from it.

"please changbin-" you cried while bucking your hips against your fingers, increasing the pace of them, "don't you want to fuck me? don't you want to know how it feels to be inside my pussy?"

the thing that had him on edge the most was how wet you were. the lewd noises your fingers made everytime they fuck themselves into you had him seeing stars, thinking about how delicious you would feel while clenching around him.

the only thing stopping him from fucking you was himself. and god, how much he hated himself for that.

"i am so close," you whispered, closing your eyes and letting your head fall down onto the pillow, "fuck, i am going to cum".

it was only after hearing those words that he decided to act on them, slowly walking towards your opened legs and placing one of his hands on your thigh, the tip of his digits barely touching your skin but still managing to send shivers down your spine.

"please make me cum" you begged, still with your eyes closed and your sore fingers sloppily working on your cunt, "i need you to be the one who makes me cum, please".

changbin couldn't control himself any longer. you were on full disposal for him, wet and ready to be used as he pleased. the way your pussy and asshole throbbed at the anticipating orgasm had him on edge, his bulge starting to feel unpleasantly painful while the need of it to be released grew stronger.

"make yourself cum," he mumbled for the first time in a while, "or is that something too hard for you to do on your own?"

your heart sank at his words, the desire of making yourself cum for him growing bigger and bigger by the second.

"go on," he hissed, slapping your thigh softly, "prove to me how much you want to have those holes filled".

you arched your back against the mattress, eyes turning white while they rolled to the back of your head. changbin's soft slaps increased their roughness, making you scream in pain right before cumming for him.

"is this getting you on?" he queried, holding your leg with one hand while the other alternate between your thighs, slapping them, "you filthy slut".

it was those words what made you reach your climax, moaning in pleasure and pain while you tried to close your legs and withdraw your hand from your cunt. nonetheless, he was quick to stop you.

"you were begging just a few seconds ago to be fucked and yet one orgasm is all you can take?" changbin asked, forcing both of your legs open while you were still at the highest point of your climax, "make yourself cum again".

"i can't-" you shyly cried, every single friction becoming overstimulating for your sore cunt. changbin was mad and, as wicked as that was, it only made him ten times hotter to your eyes.

"you made yourself cum once and you can't keep on going," he scoffed, keeping both of your red thighs opened for him, "what makes you think you will be able to take my cock properly?"

your back arched again, feeling the painful pulsations every time you rubbed your digit against your bundle of nerves.

"can you h-help me?" you whispered, realizing that your second orgasm wasn't that far from happening but you were just too sensitive to keep on touching yourself on your own.

he dragged his fingers lazily from your thighs all the way to your drenched core, even the slightest touch of his digits making you buck your hips in anticipation, "i'll only help you if you promise to keep that pretty mouth shut the rest of the night".

"you know i can't do that", you scoffed, the soft laugh getting lost in a painful whine.

"if you are not going to shut up," changbin groaned, two of his fingers sliding inside your throbbing cunt making you let out a faint cry, "then make sure to put on a good show for me".

you rolled your hips against his fingers, voluntarily clenching around them just to tease changbin even more. your digits kept on working on your bundle of nerves, trying to maintain the same steady pace changbin was fucking you with his fingers.

"can i tell you a secret?" you weakly whispered, trying your best to keep both of your eyes open, "can i?"

"tell me" he mumbled, biting his lower lip while the veins on his neck and arms became more prominent.

"no one has ever made me cum before," you panted, rolling your head back while you felt the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, "and i mean it".

changbin tilted his head, letting out a smug smile while he curled his fingers inside your walls, automatically hitting that sweet spot that made your hand grab onto the bed sheets.

"my dumb slut," he hissed, leaning towards you without stopping his work on your cunt, "is it that you are hard to satisfy or that the cocks you fucked didn't know how to treat you properly?"

he curled up his fingers one more time, making you close your legs around his arm almost instantly, "i am guessing the second one".

"changbin-" you moaned, wrapping both of your hands against his wrist between your thighs, "fuck, changbin".

"do you want me to stop?" he whispered near your ear, his deep voice making your whole body tremble, "or do you want me to keep on going?"

"slow-" you cried, trying to hold back your orgasm, "fuck, i-"

however, he didn't followed your request. instead of slowing down, his fingers acquired a much faster and deeper pace, brushing against your g-spot every time they reached the deepest spots in your cunt.

"changbin, i am cumming" you cried, trying to push his hand away from you but he was much more stronger, "changbin-"

and before you could say or do anything else, your arousal started dripping out of you like never before. it made a mess everywhere, on your panties, on your bedsheets and on changbin's arm that was now glistening with your arousal.

"oh my fucking god" you moaned, covering your face with both hands while his digits ran along your wetted slit trying to collect the most of your orgasm, "i am sorr-"

his fingers parted your lips and pushed themselves inside your warm mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. "clean them up," changbin commanded, his swollen lips slightly parting at the same times yours did, "all the way down to my knuckles".

with tears in your eyes and trembling body, your tongue collected all of your arousal off of his fingers.

this was another whole side of him, one that you never thought it existed. he had always been a sweet and caring man around your parents, serious when he needed to be and, most importantly, very professional about his job. whenever he wasn't working, he seemed to be a pretty decent man with a pretty decent life.

yet, just like you, he had a filthy side that you never thought you would discover before.

"undress yourself for me" he pleaded, wanting to have you all naked for himself. it didn't took you long to fulfill his request, taking off your panties, dress and bra.

"i bet you can take one more orgasm, can't you?" he groaned while pulling his fingers out of your mouth, his words making you tremble under him almost immediately.

you looked at him with hesitant eyes, wanting to keep on going but afraid that three orgasms a night was about pretty much you could handle. as much as you loved the feeling of his fingers fucking your cunt harshly, you wanted something else.

something he could give you.

"i want you to fill my mouth," you whispered in between gasps, your needy eyes making changbin feel a thousand different sensations in just one moment.

"since you are so good with words to the point that you can't shut up," he hissed, gripping a fistful of your hair and forcing your head to keep the eye contact with him, "why don't you describe me exactly what tou want?"

suddenly, you felt shy. the teasing and bratty y/n disappeared as soon as changbin asserted his dominance on you, making you cum for the first time that night by just slapping your thighs and whispering filthy words.

"word by word, i want to hear those filthy thoughts of you out loud," he commanded, "i want you to realize how pathetic you sound while begging for me".

you licked your lips as tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes due to the embarrassment but, as much as you wanted to deny it, it was turning you on maybe a bit too much.

"i want to be kneeling in front of you," you mumbled with broken words, still feeling your cunt throbbing, "and i want you to force your cock inside my mouth until i am gagging and crying around it".

"keep on going" he ordered, unzipping his pants with his available hand and pulling them down to reveal his hardened erection.

"i want you to fuck my face until i beg for you to stop" you sighed, your eyes fixed on his erection. it was big, bigger than you had anticipated, "i want you to degrade me while you use my mouth over and over again".

"arent you a cute little fucktoy?" he queried, kneeling on the bed while he aligned his length with your mouth, "when was the last time you fucked?"

"a while ago" you admitted, feeling his soft tip parting your lips.

"i can tell," he replied, caressing your hair and pushing it away from your face, "only a slut in heat would touch herself for people to hear".

without giving you a proper warning, he thrusted his cock inside your warm hole, making your whole body squirm on the bed. "be a good fucktoy and take it all in" he groaned, letting out small sighs each time his cock reached a deepest spot in your mouth.

slowly, he pulled out only to slam his hips again with the same intensity and roughness than the first time, making you gag and cough around his length.

"i want to see those pretty eyes filled with tears" he mumbled, "if by the end you are not crying, i will make sure to keep fucking that slutty mouth until you are".

you nodded eagerly against him, taking him all in one more time. one of your hands traveled to his cock, wishing to stroke the parts that couldn't fit in your mouth, but he was quick to stop you.

"use those hands to make yourself cum again," he clicked his tongue, grabbing them by the wrists and pushing him away, "i want to feel every single one of your moans around me".

you didn't think it was physically possible for you to keep going but you were determined to show changbin that you deserved to be fucked by no other than him.

just like the first time, you drove both of your hands to your aching cunt. your helpless fingers collected your previous orgasm as a lubricant and started to fuck your throbbing pussy once again. one hand worked on your cunt while the other paid attention to the clit, wanting to reach your orgasm as fast as possible.

"you are so good with your tongue," he groaned, his head falling slightly back while his lower lip got caught in between his lips, "who taught you to suck cock that good? you filthy slut".

he continued on pounding his lenght inside you, glancing at the way your fingers got lost inside your cunt while your moans and cries were being drown by his cock.

"i bet you parents are so proud of you," he hissed, pushing your head further onto his lenght, "their good, pure and innocent daughter turned out to be the best slut i have ever used".

you couldn't help but clench around your own fingers while listening to his words, feeling ashamed of how good it felt to be degraded by him.

"i am going to make a mess out of you," he groaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts unside your mouth. "and you are going to enjoy every second of it, understood?"

with teary eyes you nodded against him, feeling that familiar tension on your lower abdomen and back indicating that you were getting closer to your climax.

however, changbin had fantasies in mind that he wanted to fulfill.

his thrusts started to get faster, the movements of his hips against your mouth sloppier and the frequency at which groans and moans escaped his lips only indicated that he was one second away from his sweet release.

"fuck, y/n," he hissed, pulling his cock out of you while he stroke himself. you wanted to cry and protest, thinking about how much you wanted him to fuck you. but still, the minute his sticky arousal landed on your face and chest, you couldn't help but return to be a mindless mess.

nonetheless, he didn't stop there. gripping a fistful of your hair again, and after cumming over your face and neck, he thrusted his cock inside of your mouth one more time to finish cumming down your throat with a loud groan.

"don't you dare to waste it" he groaned, pushing your head to the base of his length to make sure that his cum wasn't going to leak out of you, "swallow all of it and show me your clean mouth afterwards".

you did as you were told, taking his orgasm completely into your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that you had heen obedient.

"good slut" he mumbled, pulling himself completely away from you and leaving you laying in your bed, covered in his cum while you still attempted to reach your own orgasm.

"do you want me to fuck you?" he queried, standing on the edge of the bed, admiring how filthy you looked. you nodded eagerly, not bothering to clean up the mess he made on your face and breasts. "then turn me on again," he ordered, his hand working on his half-hardened length.

you touched yourself for him one more time, sticking out your tongue to lick the rest of his arousal that was sitting on your lips.

it didn't took him long for his erection to appear again, dragging his eyes all over your body while you relentlessly bucked your hips against your digits. seeing you all covered in his cum while you continued on fucking yourself just because he ordered you to was such a pleasant scene for him.

every day you acted like a little spoiled brat who had everything she wanted with a snap of a finger and, to be completely honest, you used to get on his nerves constantly because of it. seeing you completely fucked dumb, all dirty and ruined with your cunt exposed for him and the neediness to be filled with his cock felt both like heaven and hell.

he shouldn't be fucking with you, yet here he was.

"changbin, i want to cum" you cried, the sounds of your wetness contributing to his growing erection, "can i cum? please, please, can i cum?"

changbin couldn't help but smile fondly at your words. you were asking for his permission to cum, even when you didn't need to.

"look at me," he demmanded, stroking himself while he watchef you falling apart, "don't close your eyes while you are cumming, i want you to look at me".

you nodded weakly, feeling already your own juiced coating your digits. keeping your eyes opened while orgasming was such a hard task for you, but you were determined to fulfill it only to make him proud.

"i am cumming" you barely whispered, your eyes rolling back slightly while you did your best to look at him.

"how does it feel, y/n?" he questioned, approaching your body that was agressively shaking at the overstimulation of another orgasm, "how does it feel to be covered in my cum while you fuck yourself like a pathetic slut in heat?"

"it feels good" you groaned, both of your eyes closing due to the overwheming sensation of your high, "it feel so good, i feel so good".

changbin smiled at your frustration, admiring how your body twitched every few seconds after overcoming your high. needless to say, you had completed your task sucesfully.

even so, it was inevitable for him not to worry about you. after 3 orgasms, it was expected for you to feel weak and tired and, as much as he wanted to fuck you, he needed to make sure that you wanted it as well.

he had no problem on ending the scene right there, walking towards your bathroom to get a couple of tissues to clean you up.

"changbin?" you sighed, opening your eyes confused as he swept away the rest of his arousal off of your face and breasts.

"tell me, y/n"

"i don't deserve my reward for being an obedient slut?" you queried, a faint smirk appearing on the corners of your lips while changbin looked at you in awe. if he thought he had good resistance when it came to sexual encounters, you were definitely on another level.

"you came 3 times and you still want more?" he questioned, returning back to his previous instance.

"i told you," you mumbled, looking directly at him, "no one has ever been able to make me cum before and i am getting addicted the feeling of it".

changbin scoffed, putting away the rest of the tissues and undressing himself in front of you. and god, was he fine.

"you are such a well-trained slut," he sighed, getting in between your legs while he left kisses all over your abdomen and breasts, "you really have me considering risking my job just to be able to make you mine every fucking day".

you moved your hips in circular motions against him, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your already abused bundle of nerves.

you let out a deep sigh, clenching around nothing while he leaned on to your body even more. both of your arms locked behind his neck, pulling him even more towards you.

"can you imagine us?" you mumbled, your lips teasing his, "fucking at my college campus, at your car, at a restaurant, at the movie theater or at the fitting room of every shop we visit? after all you are my bodyguard, your job is to follow me around 24/7"

"is that what you need?" he queried, tilting his head and crashing his lips agsinst yours ever so slightly, just to give you a taste of him, "having your holes filled every single day?"

you nodded slightly, your fucked out gaze fixed on his. "i want to be your personal slut" you whispered, dragging your tongue along his lower lip, "i want you to use me as you please, i want you to boss me around and give me orders because i am willing to do anything just to please you".

"you are such an adorable slut," he hissed, burying the tip of his thick cock inside you, earning a gasp out of you, "i bet you are always wet and ready to be used by anyone who sticks their filthy hands in your panties".

you arched your back against him, feeling your walls stretching as he thrusted himself deeper and deeper inside you.

"you are taking my cock so well for a slut that can barely take her own little fingers," he groaned, grinding his teeth while he felt your tight walls welcoming him.

due to the soreness and overstimulation, it took you a while to be able to take his cock properly. giving you forehead kisses and desperately squeezing your hand each time his cock went inside you, you couldn't help but feel even more turned on at this facet of him.

"god you are dripping," he mumbled once his hips were able to start acquiring a steady peace without hurting you, "3 orgasms aren't enough for a needy cockslut like you?

you shook your head while pouting, feeling the need to hold his body against yours because the feeling was way more intense than before.

"don't do that," he groaned after feeling both of your legs locking at his lower back, forcing himself even deeper inside you, "or else i am not pulling out".

"who said i wanted you to pull out?" you moaned, locking your legs around him even harder. a mischievous smile appeared in your face as soon as you saw changbin's countenance changing back to his dominant self.

"you can't get more of a cumslut, can you?" he hissed, the pace of his hips increasing while his words came out more as growls rather than mumbles, "you are practically begging for me to fill you up with my cum".

"fuck yes" you whined, buring yourself in the crook of his neck, "don't act like your perverted mind hasn't think about me that way".

changbin continued on fucking you, the tip of his length reaching that spot inside your walls that had your toes curling up and your hips bucking at a specific angle against him.

"good thing you know," he groaned, the sounds of skin hitting skin along with the lewd noises and words flooding out your whole room, "everytime you wore those cute short dresses out, all i was able to do was jerk off in the car thinking about how much i would love to take you right there and breed you over and over again".

"you pervert," you whined, feeling just the right tension starting to build uo one last time, "instead of doing your job- you spent your time masturbating to the thought of me" you sighed in between broken words and moans.

"you just looked to good," he continued, biting his lower lip and closing both of his eyes while recalling the memory of your pure image being ruined by his filthy thoughts, "all i wanted was to see my cum dripping out of your pussy and making a mess on those short dresses you love to wear".

"fuck, changbin" you moaned, clenching around him while you listened to his dirty words, "just like that, please".

"does my cock fill you up good?" he questioned, resting his weight in his forearms just to be able to see your pretty face all fucked up and your tits bouncing each time he pounded his cock inside you, "get used to it, because from now on i will be fucking you whenever i please".

"yes, fuck yes, yes, yes," you repeated over and over again, having one of your hands against your hardened nipples while the other rubbed against your aching clit, "i am so close".

"cum for me," he ordered, increasing the roughness of his movements, "show me how grateful you are for this cock".

it was almost embarrassing how it didn't took you long to reach your orgasm, painfully moaning against your body while you cursed under your breath over and over again.

"keep on clenching that cunt around me," he ordered, the words barely coming out of his lips by how tensed his jaw was, "prove to me that you deserve my cum inside that pretty hole of yours".

and even though your body was too fucked out and weak to respond on its own, you tried your best to follow his request. moving your hips mercilessly against him, whining his name over and over again begging for his cum and keeping the eye contact with him throughout the whole moment was everything he needed to milk himself inside of you.

"don't. you. dare. to. waste. it" he grunted, pounding his cock inside of you at the end of each word, "be a good slut and keep it all inside that pretty body".

he continued on slamming his cock just a few more times before resting his whole body on too of you, one of his hands caressing your hair. a few minutes were spent of silence, while you and him tried to stabilize your breathes and overcome the overwhelming sensations you just felt.

"i lied" you cooed softly with a smile, interrupting the silence and seeing the strands of his black hair sticked to his forehead due to the sweat, "i wasn't going to hook up with anyone, i just wanted to tease you".

"this was meant to happen," he sighed, his eyes fixing on yours while he caressed your cheeks, "i knew it from the very first time i saw you".

"and you still accepted the job?" you queried weakly, your eyes slightly closing.

"that was the only way to be close to you" he smirked, admiring how beautiful you looked even after the sinful acts you two commited.

"what would you do if my parents find out about what we did?" you asked him.

"about what we did?" he questioned, leaving a kiss on your cheek and then on your jaw, "or about what we will continue on doing?"

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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