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lambbb · 4 days ago

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Jacob Alden x reader - 🔞

Kink list + tw list- begging/edging,Daddy issues, pictures being taken, light bondage, stalking, maybe even a little bit of a breeding kink sprinkled in there,

{I don't know why this is going to be my first pic at a smut but why not....}

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Ever since that morning when he first started his little act of lying to you, claiming the postman had mixed up the mail just so he could talk, you’d started forming a bit of a crush on your next-door neighbor.

You had recently moved back in with your parents after college, probably around 18 to 20. He seemed older, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s, and every time you spoke with him

really talked with him

something about the conversation scratched at the right parts of your brain. He reminded you of everything you didn’t have with your dad. He was warm with you, kind.

After a few arguments with your parents, the thought of moving in with him started tempting you more than you’d like to admit. It had been months since you two first met, and by now you were hanging out at least a couple of times a week. You chatted online, picked up on each other’s habits like it was second nature. Like it wasn’t a good thing

But obviously he had planned this out ever since you became his "Muse" you didn't know that and even if you could see the red flags you didn't want to see it....

{time jump to one afternoon}

You were just hanging out at his house while he was gone at work. He didn’t mind you being there,especially since he could keep the cameras on without you even noticing. At least, until today.

You didn’t say anything about the cameras, but you definitely noticed. It made you wonder why a man would have cameras inside his own home, not just outside. And honestly, your curiosity got the better of you.

You started snooping.

You knew he’d hate you for it. Not really hate you but he’d be mad. You looked through a few drawers, finding normal things at first. But then you got to his office.

Of course that’s where he kept all his camera equipment. His computer sat on the desk, humming quietly. But what made you freeze were the pictures. Dozens of them. Photos of you, plastered all over the wall like a shrine.

He was obsessed. Dedicated, in the most terrifying way.

Despite the sinking feeling in your gut, you moved toward the computer. You wanted to see what else he had,what other pictures he might be keeping. But then, you heard the front door unlock.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

You stopped immediately, rushing to put everything back where it belonged. You moved to leave, hoping you could make it to the living room before he noticed anything was off.

But you hadn’t anticipated how fast he’d be.

And when he didn’t see you on the couch, something must have clicked for him,like a gut instinct. As you tried to slip out of the office, you didn’t notice him standing right in the doorway.

You bumped into him, chest to chest. You felt the solid weight of his frame pressing against yours.

You wanted to say something, but all you could do was look up at him. There was a flicker of guilt in your chest,guilt for snooping through his things, guilt for getting caught,but tangled up in that was something else. You were intrigued, maybe even a little disgusted. The pictures he had of you were all different kinds. Some were sweet and candid, others were taken from angles that suggested you hadn’t known you were being watched. Still, another part of you, embarrassingly enough, was flattered. The wholesome ones, at least, were beautiful. He had captured you in ways no one else ever had, like he truly saw you.

He just stood there, staring down at you in silence, his face unreadable. Anger was there, tight in his jaw and set in the lines of his body. You’d broken his trust, and he hadn’t expected that from you. But there was more beneath the surface. His eyes searched yours with a strange urgency, like he was bracing himself for something painful. There was surprise in his expression, maybe even a hint of fear,..fear of what you might say. But underneath it all, there was something else too. Relief. It was like part of him had been waiting for you to find out.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to speak, your voice soft and unsure.

“Look… this is a bit of a strange situation I’ve gotten myself into. I might have some questions later, but… I’m not going anywhere. I still enjoy you. Your presence. And I’m going to be honest with you. Maybe I am a little scared. But I trust you.”

Jacob was still not moving for a second just trying to process everything before letting out that in deep chuckle he would do when he couldn't believe something, but you couldn't tell if you thought you were unbelievably stupid or if he just couldn't tell if you were saying the truth or not. He eventually spoke moving closer but you didn't back up.

"your saying you trust me?... You really are a stupid thing what just because I give you everything your family can just because I'm here for you-"

His words stung you immediately cut him off not even thinking

"NO, I do trust you and you have been there and you don't get to act like you mean nothing to me look okay maybe it's a little creepy that you're doing all of this but I don't want you to leave no matter how messed up it is..."

Honestly after you said that he couldn't take it anymore he just came towards you hugging you like you always did but this time it was something harder like you would never get away now and there was a certain part of you that didn't care....

{probably an hour or so later}

He had you upstairs in his room, tied up with rope,not too tight, of course. He was always careful like that. Gentle in his own strange way. You were uneasy at first, but you'd said yes. You had agreed to this. He never would’ve touched you otherwise.

Now, you were stripped down to just a tank top and panties, everything else scattered across the floor. The room was dim, a little messy, and all you could hear was him,his footsteps, his breath, and the quiet click of the camera shutter. It was set up on a tripod now, aimed at you like he was documenting something sacred. He couldn’t stop taking pictures. Frame after frame, like you were something priceless, or like he was trying to make the moment last forever.

And maybe it was all that attention,or maybe it was just the way he looked at you,but your body reacted. You started to press your thighs together, chasing a little friction, something to cling to. Because the truth was… you wanted him. You wanted to feel him. To hear him. To taste him.

The thoughts made you shudder, not just from need but from guilt. Your whole life, you'd been told these urges were wrong. Sinful. Dirty. And yet here you were.half-naked, tied up, being photographed by someone who felt like chaos and obsession and something you couldn't bring yourself to walk away from.

He could see it,how close you were to breaking. Your body was practically trembling with need, breath hitching every time the camera clicked. The photos didn’t lie. They captured everything,how wet you were getting, how badly you wanted him, how desperation clung to you like sweat. He didn’t need to touch you to know, but he did anyway. Slowly, he walked over, hands settling on your hips with a firm, possessive grip, massaging the skin like he could calm the ache he’d so carefully built up inside you. Maybe he wanted to keep you like this a little longer,on edge, hungry, squirming under his gaze. But your body had other plans. Your hips bucked forward on their own, chasing friction, a silent plea he could feel down to the bone. He laughed, low and unbothered, like he was enjoying watching you unravel more than anything else. “Oh, don’t worry, honey,” he said, voice thick with amusement and promise. “You’ll be finished before you even realize it…” He leaned in, breath hot against your skin, his words curling around your spine like smoke. “I’m gonna take good care of you. Real good care. Mhm… Daddy’s gonna ruin you sweet thing.”

He put her through a few more poses, slow and deliberate, each one pushing her further toward the edge until, finally, he moved the camera aside, satisfied for now. Minutes passed like a storm barely contained, and when he knelt beside her to untie the restraints, she didn’t hesitate. The second her wrists were free, she was on him,kissing him with a hunger that burned through hesitation, just like he’d hoped. No, just like he’d planned. Her hands were clumsy but determined, tugging down his boxers while her hips rolled against the thick shape of him through the fabric of hers, soaked through. The soft, broken sounds he made only pushed her further, and she moved with growing desperation, grinding against him again and again like she couldn’t get close enough. Curiosity or maybe something darker got the better of him, and he slid a hand between her thighs, beneath the fabric. His fingers met heat and wet that startled even him. His breath caught, eyes widening as he realized just how badly she needed this. A quiet curse slipped past his lips before he caught her mouth in another kiss, this one deeper, messier, full of the fire he’d helped ignite.

She whimpered into his mouth as his fingers moved against her, slow at first, almost taunting. He tasted the sound, devoured it, deepening the kiss as his hand stayed exactly where she needed it most. Her body arched into him, every nerve lit up like a live wire, and still, he took his time mapping out her reactions, learning the way she twitched when he pressed just right. She was so responsive, so completely unraveled under his touch, it made something possessive crawl beneath his skin. He broke the kiss, staring down at her with a hunger that went far beyond lust.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, voice low, half a growl. "Is that from needing me... or from how much you hate that you do?"

The words hit like a slap and a caress all at once. He could see the answer in her eyes the conflict, the shame, the want. It thrilled him. Made him want to ruin her just a little more. His hand left her only long enough to tear the last bit of fabric from her hips, exposing everything he’d been working her toward. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to.

When he pushed into her, it was slow but unforgiving no warning, no hesitation. Her breath hitched, body going tense before melting beneath him, taking him in like she’d been waiting for this moment since the second he tied her up. He watched every expression cross her face, memorizing it, holding onto it like it belonged to him now....

Part two?

#visual novel #lurking for love #jacob alden #jacob alden x reader #smut

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godesssiri · 4 months ago

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Thrifted Art

Anyone can have and art collection. We often think of original art pieces as a rich person thing – way too bougie for up plebeians. But a collection of original art is accessible to anyone who is willing to sift through thrift stores or browse Marketplace. I’m at the point where if I want to hang a new piece of art, I have to get rid of something else because I’ve just got so much amazing art second hand art. I re-sell art, antiques, and vintage for a living now and I started out selling pieces just so I could live with a piece for a while before finding the person who would love it forever. A few of my best tips:

Look around your home for places you might want to put a piece of art, maybe snap a picture of that spot and take some measurements. Then every time you go into a thrift store and look at the art you know if you’ve got a spot for it.

But don’t let not having a spot for it stop you! Art is the kind of thing you can easily slide under the bed or behind a piece of furniture to someday go into your dream future home. You might not have a place for it now but one day you will. I have pieces on my walls that I kept squirreled away for years until I had the right place to put them and it was so worth the wait.

You’re going to see a zillion kitschy prints (and not kitschy in a good way), soooo many copies of old master’s paintings, some very bad original art, many many TikTok and Pintrest DIYs. But there will be gems in there, like any other treasure you want to thrift you have to learn to look past the crap and pinpoint the diamonds.

Art and frames don’t have to stay together. You might find a piece of art you love but you hate the frame – take it out, thrift a different frame, re-framing stuff is incredibly easy. Maybe you want to buy a digital pic from some artist you love online, do it! Thrift a frame for it.

Flip through all the frames and if anything catches your eye, stop. Pull it out, take a close look. Is it just the colors you like? Or the subject matter? Is it the whole thing you like? Or does it just have a something you can’t put your finger on?

If a piece speaks to you get it. There’s been so many pieces that I’ve stood in front of trying to talk myself out of it because I couldn’t even tell you WHY I like it – I just look at it and I feel stuff. I know when I find a piece that I stand there and just feel things I can’t even name, that I need to bring it home. I have an ink drawing I call the ‘creepy old man in my bedroom’, and he is objectively creepy, and I love him, I like having him watch over me as I sleep, many people would not like having him around, but he speaks to me.

Art made from decades even centuries ago up to just the last couple of years, all ends up at the thrift store. Sometimes you find a fabulous modern piece, like the gorgeously intricate watercolor of fungus and lichen growing on a tree that I have that has 21 on the back. People are gifted things that don’t fit their style, or they change their minds, or an artist has a clean out and sends all the pieces they’re not happy with to the thrift store. Sometimes you find wonderful old pieces that have the double whammy of being original art and an antique at the same time, like the lonely tree on a windswept hillside I have that I found in 2024, and it had a very faint 24 next to the faded signature – exactly a century old when I bought it into my home.

A bit of research can make a piece so much more special. Whenever I buy a piece of art, I’ll Google the artist if there’s a legible signature or try an image search if I can’t make out the name. Honestly 99 times out of 100 you’re not going to be able to find anything. But sometimes you do find something, and it gives you a whole new reason to love the piece. I found a painting a few years ago, a typical tropical beach scene but done in a really unique dynamic style. I did some research and found out that it was by Semisi Maya, who is widely regarded as the first Fijian artist to find international recognition, he was a leprosy survivor who developed his unique style because his hands were deformed by the disease. I’ve since picked up a second piece of his, I instantly recognized his style from researching the first piece I found.

Don’t try to thrift a particular style or subject matter. A, that’s hard. B, that’s boring. Go with your gut, pick up pieces you love, that speak to you; you’ll find a cohesive style emerges organically without your needing to put effort in. And it will be YOUR style, unique and interesting because we’re all different. Honestly there’s nothing more soulless than a home filled with tasteful art chosen to fit a style, instead of being chosen because the owner looked at it and some weird facet of their brain went ‘Me likey!’.

Check out my thirfting tag

#thrifting #thrifted home #eco home #solarpunk #thrift score #my home

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slothgiirl · 3 years ago

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trashpile: influencer lite

thing i have had in my wip pile but have decided to not work on but i wanted to have it saved somewhere, notes and all.

9k. timothee x reader

you were the former ghost content creator for an influencers team (PR, manager, photographer). now is moving to do assistant PR relations for an auction house in NYC. gets invited to party w influencer (met in college).

T.C is there.

likes going to concerts and finding places to c on tiktok. tries out food recipes and going skating around central park. getting drinks w friends after work and thrifting (be green). fun media (schindler's list made me depressed for like a week yet all the books i want to read r depressing nonfiction). music is a big deal!!! maximalist!!

@ameliababy @pinksidekick @harpyhagnyc (jenny)

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“We look so fucking hot,” your former roomate and ex-boss as of yesterday smiles as she looks at the both of you in her diy mirror. It was a vestige of yesteryear's pandemic. It had been the influencer thing, but who hadn’t dabbled in do it yourself when there was nowhere to go!

You pout, and immediately stop. It was giving more duck lips than Ashley Olsen. “Yeehaw at the old time road,” you joke. A cow print slip dress had to go with cowboy boots. Your smile looked better, cute instead of hot like Amelia, but it suited you.

You both looked hot.

But realistically, even at your most pampered and dolled up, you were not the girl people approached at bars. So it would be a fun night as her plus one and that would be that.

She laughs. “I’m so glad we can hang out before leaving for Paris! Ah! I’m so fucking excited!”

“I’m excited for you,” you tell her.

“It should be you too! You helped me like, grow my brand,” she burst into laughter, still trying to wrap her head around how Instagram had become her full time job. It was a modern day cinderella story.

You shrug. “I’m taking the old degree out for a spin.” And New York city had always been your dream. Now you were here, done with school, working your first big girl job, you wanted to see how it went.

“You're a PR girlie now,” she threads her hand through your arm and takes a few pics, “Some rich people thing right?”

“For an auction house,” you explain. You started last month. It was something very different from what you imagined while in college. “It’s cool. My coworkers are chill. I mean, its no pawn stars-”

“That show is so freaking binge worthy. Like, it really got me through pulling all nighters.”

“Just me, you,” you laugh, “and some Las Vegas pawn store people.”

“Yeah like, if I had to follow a storyline and keep up with a billion seasons of Grey’s I don’t think I’d have studied. Then again, I did drop out.” She cringes for a second, before shrugging. “Facebook might be destroying the world but at least I didn’t have to finish college.”

You laugh. “There’s a bright side to everything.”

The place is done up to be instagram worthy, with cute plant covered walls and a shark disco ball as Nu plays in the background. The tables all have cute petit fours but everyones too busy taking pictures aka doing their job to eat.

One wall had #nuvision which had to be the brand or tagline for whatever was being promoted.

“Here,” Amelia says, dragging you into the frame with some other girl who had instaface, and someone else takes a picture. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Naw,” you wave it off. “It's for your stories? Right?”

“Yeah, it's more organic that way. What’s your handle,” Amelia asks the other influencer.

“@justagirlmp3,” she explains casually, “yours?”

“@ameliababy.”

“Oh how cute! I keep wanting to do the plant thing but mine always die or just don’t grow.”

“I’ve always taken care of plants,” Amelia explains and you look around, wanting a drink in your hand.

“I’m going to get a drink, want anything?”

“Um. No, later. I’m going to mingle and whatnot,” Amelia smiles. “Our table’s near the back.”

“Okay.” You squeeze her arm before going off. You’d settle for nursing a vodka cranberry.

It’s a bit of a squeeze, trying not to bump into people and surrounded by the people from insta. It was typical: kids from tiktok, the girls from insta, and industry types. Someone walks by in last season's Mugler and you’re not even surprised.

You find the bar, across from the little set up dance floor and even though you know its instagram bait the same way those pop up museums are, having done content for Amelia, the shark disco ball is still making you lose your mind. It’s too good.

Then Jeremy O’Harris walks by you in all his maximalist glory.

Oh!

You do a double take as you settle in at the bar, waiting for your turn.

It was that type of event.

There were actual famous people here.

“Star struck,” the man next to you asks.

“A little,” you turn to look at him while babbling, “his instagram is so funny.” And his style was great.

Your words make him laugh.

He was lanky with chocolate curly hair in sweatpants and a windbreaker. The odd sort of grace in his features, almost ugly but definitely interesting, makes you think he might be a model of some sort. Models, you had learned, were pretty alien from how beautiful they were.

“I would have said his plays,” the man sniggers, tipping his drink at you.

“This is going to make me sound super uncultured,” you wince, mouth dry because you never knew what to say to people out of the blue and this was exactly why you were so awkward, “but I am such a bad reader. But I did watch that internet play he did.” The bar tender spots you.

Thank god.

You needed to shut up and stop embarrassing yourself.

You order a cranberry vodka.

“Didn’t catch that but Slave Play,” his eyes widen, for some reason still talking to you which felt like a joke, “wow.” He deadpans like Owen Wilson, “It was amazing. Got robbed at the Tonys though.”

“I only liked Hamlet,” you admit, “it's like the only play I didn’t sparknote. My teacher was really passionate about it so it actually clicked for me. I think it’s the way she taught it, first having us watch it performed and how plays just don’t hit the same when read off page but I couldn’t exactly go to Broadway las summer,” the summer of the pandemic. You sip at your drink, the tartness cancelling out the burn of the vodka.

“You should try reading it sometime if you're such a fan,” he says lightly. “I’m Timothee.”

You tip your drink at him, introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. II’ll probably get the book and it’ll sit on my shelves for ages. It’s rare for me to really get into a book and read more than a chapter at a time.” You were a slow reader hence sparknoting most books or else you wouldn't have ever completed the assignments. It took time for you to parse out the meaning, the subtext.

Timothee laughs again. “I like the honesty.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, before glancing around. It seemed like the work part of the night was winding down. People were starting to head to their tables. “It’s like Fran Lebowitz said, life’s too short to watch a boring movie or finish a book you don’t like.”

“Ah,” he points, “but you have to try first.”

“Or it could be my second play.” You shrug. “I mean, shame on me. I’ve lived in the city for nearly five years now and never been to Broadway.”

“No! No,” his expressions are captivating in their openness, “you have to go. Watch anything. But rush the show for the optimal Broadway experience.”

“I did see Mamma Mia at my college’s theater,” you try with a laugh. “It was a good time. Nowhere near as sparkly as the movie.”

“You can’t beat Colin Firth,” he agrees.

“Right! It was like the scene from Pride and Prejudice all over again.” The BBC version was your experience with Jane Austen. “My teacher, same one as Hamlet, was like please don’t sparknote the book just watch the deep dive BBC series from the 90s.”

“I can’t tell if that's amazing or if she should’ve pushed the book.”

“Whatever works,” you shrug, “and it was AP english so I don’t think it was that we didn’t know how to read a book. I just don’t know that high school books are the most. . .interesting though I get that they matter because of their influence. And catching those references.”

Timothee grins, “should’ve tossed in Baldwin or Tennese Williams.”

“I don’t know who they are,” you confess. “I was thinking more My sister the serial killer, not that my sister is a serial killer,” you add lamely.

He throws his head back and laughs with you, “glad we cleared that up.”

“Okay maybe I’m just a bad reader.” You laugh, “The book on my nightstands about to start invading my nightmares.”

“Very Spongebob tries to write an essay,” he brings up, then scrunches his brows, “is Spongebob just as culturally important as Shakespeare?”

“Yes! The Spongebob generation is about to start including some deep cuts in their emmy award winning shows.”

Timothee shakes his head, smiling widely. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that already happened.”

You’re half done with your drink and you still haven’t had anything to eat. The petit fours were right out of Marie Antoinette. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” you smile, wanting to get back to Amelia. “See you around,” you say in the same way you’d tell classmates you’d only talked to in class but hadn’t made the leap to friends with. Guys who looked like that didn’t bother with girls like you.

New York was different in that you had found friends and expanded the definition of who you could be but some things remained as distant as ever.

“Yeah,” he says, biting his lip, “see you around.”

Amelia is uploading a picture of her plate, artfully arranged. “Did you see Hari Nef was here?”

“Yeah, I did see some famous faces,” you note with a quick wink, “what's this event for again?”

“Some new cool camera lens for filming and Nokia,” she explains. “I know, it's like people who actually do stuff instead of being walking billboards.”

“What a self drag,” you snort.

“Gotta keep it light and fun. Be able to laugh at yourself.” She dusts her shoulder off.

“Eh, you're always risking it all for the shot.” And you gas her up about her job, “besides, not everyone can come up with all those fits you’ll change into and haul around.”

“Who would’ve known,” Amelia laughs, “an influencer's secret weapon is my bag from college to haul around outfit changes. Which reminds me! You have to come visit me in Paris. I promise not to make you carry my bag up the Eiffel tower this time.”

It’s bittersweet. You love her. She was your first friend in the city and you too did everything together for a good while. She was still who you texted when you were feeling stuck ina funk and her leaving right as you began the next stage of your life felt like the start of a slippery slope into depression all over again.

You were still happy for her. “It was my workout for the month,” you joke, trying to have a good time instead of spiraling, “Can’t skip leg day.”

-------2-----

You had a gut feeling not to go out tonight. Zara was a friend. Not a close friend, but the friend who had known where all the plots were for the weekend. The fun friend.

Senior year, you buckled down and studied. You guys had grown distant and that was further amplified once you graduated. While you had been wiping down your fruit with clorox wipes, she had uploaded posts of her on vacation in Miami.

Now she was making more money waitressing in Manhattan than you were in your “career” job.”

But she had hit you up and anything seemed better than staying in on a Saturday night like a loser. You were young and living in your dream city. Going out was a no brainer.

There would be plenty of nights in: monday through thursday.

From the get go you had been the odd one out. Zara’s college friend: the others all hung out more.

But oh well. You had done your makeup and felt cute in a dress and sparkly mesh top underneath. You were going to enjoy a few drinks.

It would still be a nice time.

And then the universe decided to shit in your dinner once again as they say in Castlevania.

You had come back from the bathroom and they were gone. You sent Zara a text.

Zara: oh we decided to go to the bar down the street instead 🤪

It was a sign.

You could read the room.

It was only ten pm but you were calling it a night. Time to watch 13 going on 30 again. Not cry. You were a big girl who could deal with set backs. No more depression, none of that. This was fourteen year old you’s dream since the first time you watched the Devil Wears Prada. This was what you worked for all those nights studying.

It would be fine.

You weren’t fifteen and eating lunch alone anymore. You had other people in your life: a halloween murder mystery dinner where you were just dying to go as Marie Anoitnette with a line of blood across your neck.

You head out the door.

“Hey, I didn’t actually think I’d be seeing you again,” Timothee says as he’s entering the bar. He looks good, curls falling into his face.

“Big city,” you nod, it was a chance coincidence to ever see the same person twice in a city of millions.

“Heading out already,” he asks as you both hover by the entrance.

Not wanting to feel like the world’s biggest loser that got ditched, you lie, “yeah, I-my friend had an emergency.” It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Zara could be unreliable.

“You sure you don’t want to stay and grab a drink,” he offers kindly, his eyes taking in your outfit, “I’m meeting up with some friends.”

“Oh-,” you shake your head, “you don’t have to-”

“But I want to,” Timothee shrugs with a grin, tilting his head towards the bar, “come on.”

“I-,” there was no reason not to. But you didn’t want some puty invitation either.

“It’s okay,” he grins, “it's fine if you don’t want to, but the offer’s there. Unless you want to wait until the next press thing to run into each other.”

“I doubt that,” you laugh, “I was my friend’s plus one. She’s a social butterfly but hates going to places alone.”

“So?”

“Okay,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “yeah. I could go for a drink.”

Timothee leads you into the bar, winding his way through the crowd easily with his tall lithe frame. The bar isn’t huge, but there’s enough time for anxiety to find its way into the palms of your hands, dampening with sweat as you follow him over to where his friends are.

“Ally cancelled,” a black girl with hair bobbed to her chin greets Timothee with an eye roll, “again.”

“Oh please,” the blonde guy next to her laughs, “I couldn’t even get a text back when you were dating that one girl. At least she let us know!”

“I did not!”

“Did too.”

“You did,” Timothee piles on, “This is the girl from the party I was telling you about.”

You’re surprised, feeling your cheeks flush. He’d talked about you? He’d remembered you to start with? “Hey-,” suddenly feeling nervous all over again about interrupting him and his friends. Maybe you should have just left.

The last guy at the table sits up, that ambiguously brown look that could be Italian, Iranian or some country that would be a question on Jeopardy. “You mean,” he intones meaningfully. “The girl.”

Timothee runs a hand through his head, looking away, “yeah.”

The guy smirks, “2021, it’s your year man!”

Timothee flushes, rolling his eyes.

“We already started. Gotta love garlic cheese fries,” the girl cuts in from whatever that was, “I’m June. That’s Jakob,” she gestures at the blonde next to her, “and he’s Anton.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Before you can start worrying about where to sit, June scoots over, “the zombie here comes with those gummy eyes.”

“First jello shots,” Jakob starts, “a little pregame for them.”

“Jello shots are only fun at house parties,” Anton complains, “or in those halloween syringes.”

“You’re such a snob,” June snaps back.

“I’ll just have a beer,” Timothee states, grabbing a fry off the plate. “And we went to an arts high school, no one’s worse than theater kids! I can admit that about myself.”

“Don’t drag techies into this,” Jakob retorts.

“Sure,” Timothee snorts, “keep telling yourself that.”

Anton raises his own beer.

“Drinks people,” June taps the table, “we are here to drink! Not think about that awful staging of shrek!”

“No way Shrek’s a musical,” you say, “that’s such a cash grab. Shrek is perfect as is.”

In unison, Timothee and Anton go, “shrek is life.”

“Don't be boring,” Jakob says. “Get a gross cocktail or something. A bloody mary.”

“Bloody mary’s are gross. It's soup pretending to be a drink,” you point out. The correct way to soup was warm and on a rainy day at home, preferably with a slice of bread.

“She’s right,” Timothee nods, “Nothing good about a bloody mary. It comes with celery. Another strike against it.”

“Speaking of cocktails,” June winks, “there’s this bar that has dalgona martinis. Perf for squid game.”

“I still haven’t watched it,” Timothee admits, “I’ve been jet lagged like crazy.” He pulls a face, going cross-eyed, head drooping.

You laugh. “Is it that show like? Battle Royale?”

“Kind of,” Jakob tilts his head. “It’s like Battle Royale, American Ninja Warrior and Parasite.”

You cringe. “I didn’t watch that. I could just tell it was going to be one of those serious critically acclaimed movies and I couldn’t do it! II couldn’t spend the next week having a midlife crisis and depressed over a movie. Did enough of that in 2020.”

Timothee nods, “fair point. Sometimes you just need to turn your brain off and watch Zoolander.”

“I love Zoolander!” You were so there for cheesy 2000s movies. They were such a comfort.

“You should! Watch Squid game I mean,” Jane nudges your elbow, “after we get our dalgona martinis.”

“You’re really set on that aren’t you,” Timothee teases. “Don’t you have a dance class to teach.”

“Choreographer now, actually. And I have to do technical work with the company. That’s true,” Jane covers her face with a hand. “But not until Monday! Aye!”

“Just don’t go to Germany,” Anton says as the waitress drops off a round of jello shots and an assortment of drinks. You feel for her arm. You’re in awe of her arm strength. “Especially not if the headmistress is Markos.”

You laugh, having watched Suspiria the first week of October. You had not understood it at all, but the ending scene was pretty good.

It’s nice.

Timothee and his friends.

You drink the zombie and settle in without ceremony. No one bats an eye. It’s easy to make conversation and they include you without thinking.

Not a bad Saturday night.

And Timothee’s smile wasn’t bad either.

anton @antonofff jakob @tech_mech june @juneb0ateng cancelled: @allymarker

-------3----

“Fuck, its here too!” You and your three roommates were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. There had been water on the floor of the bathroom. When you’d looked around the apartment, you’d found water in the kitchen, in the closet you shared with your roommate. The place was flooded.

“Asshole landlord hasn’t answered,” José complains. “Evelyn?”

“It’s spreading to the hall,” she shouts back.

“Let’s just get everything off the floor we can and open the windows,” you try. This had never happened to you before. Calling the landlord was your one and only play here. Rent had been paid.

“Fuck no. I’m not staying here,” Evelyn complains, “what if it's water from the sewer!”

Your toes curl in your shoes from disgust. Gross.

“Dark horse solution,” Connor comes out of his room with a bag, “we bounce.”

“Uh-uh,” Evelyn crosses her arms over her chest. “I paid for the month. They’re not keeping my coins.”

“Well we can’t stay here,” José points out. “Evelyn's right. The wayers probably gross. And like mold, right?” He pauses, “oh-I-I have contact, hi Mr. Patel,” he goes out into the hall.

You scroll through your phone, trying to think of whether to get a hotel for the night or search up who needed a roommate right now. It was so fucked up.

Sure, you lived in a shoebox. The place smelled like tobacco no matter what scent diffuser you plugged in, and you were paying a small fortune for a shared room, but if you stuck your head out the window, there was a view.

Yeah, time to find a new place.

This was a sign.

You scroll through your feed.

@harpyhagnyc love is fake (pic of cutting up ex bfs clothes

You don’t even think, dialing her phone as you toss your meager possessions into the carry on suitcase that had by some miracle been on the top shelf storing a small fortune in textbooks on marketing from college. “Hey, I just saw-”

“He’s such an asshole,” Jenny replies, “I should’ve seen it coming. Bringing up a threesome after I told him I was bi was a major red flag!”

“Jesus christ.” He sounded like an asshole.

“I know!” You hear background noise of what sounds like ripping. “I met his fucking parents! I wore no makeup like a nun and didn’t say shit when they brought up illegal immigration!” More noise and you wonder what exactly she’s destroying. “And he has the audacity to cheat on me with some bitch with no tits!”

You sort of want to laugh even though the situation sounds awful. Jenny was older than you by five years. She'll be thirty soon. This was her relationship. She lived with the guy. They’d bought dishes together.

José starts arguing over the phone and you can just tell you’re not getting the deposit back. Connor was right. Time to bounce. The commute from Washington Heights to your job was a nightmare during rush hour.

“What’s up with you,” Jenny asks.

“Apartments flooded.”

“Fuck,” she replies immedietly. “You have anywhere to crash. That shit takes ages to fix.”

“I was about to go on like airbnb but instagram happened.”

She laughs. “Fuck airbnb, jacking up rent prices. No. Come over, help me be the crazy ex girlfriend that sets the teddy bear on fire! And have pizza. I need something greasy to make it through the night.”

“No-I can’t do that to you.”

“I insist. . .and you do the file on that atrocious pair of earrings. Seriously, my earlobe detached just from looking at them.”

You sigh. Looking behind you as Evelyn decided to give Mr. Patel a piece of her mind, you figure it wasn’t getting solved tonight and finding a new place would take time. “Yeah. Okay. Send me your address.”

Jane snorts, “I sent you to buy me tampons and I haven’t even invited you over.”

“Hey, I was into those bagels you got us. And we braved the thrift store together. Moving clothes down the rack is a workout,” you comment.

“It is. Let me know when you get here.”

“K,” you nod even though she can’t see.

You hang up, googling her address quickly. Without Amelia here, and still annoyed at Zara, there was no one else you felt a strong urge to tell your apartment was flooded other than your timeline. You weren’t about to worry your mom and grandma about this. Not when they lived across the country.

Your thoughts stray to Timothee and June but you barely knew them. The night had ended with taxis home and realizing you never so much as exchanged info. Maybe he realized he didn’t want to hang out again? Maybe you were all too drunk. Either way, you doubted the universe would toss you a third bone.

People didn’t go out of their way for you like they had Amelia even in sweatpants. She just had that magnetic factor: being photogenic was the cherry on top. You had to make the effort to hang out with people and make friends.

And even then, you had a resting bitch face. Probably the reason, after being majorly depressed all of high school, that you had been such a loner.

“So,” Connor asks, unplugging his Nintendo, “what did he say?”

Evelyn looks pissed.

José answers, “it’s wednesday night. He’ll try and get someone in tomorrow but you know, try and deal with it until then.”

“Unbelievable,” Connor huffs.

Evelyn says, “yeah, I’m going to go stay with my parents. Fuck. I managed to go through a pandemic without moving back home, but this!”

“Did you ask him to pay our hotel,” Connor asks more to the point.

“I sent him pictures and he thinks its not that bad.”

“Oh fuck him.”

“It’s our own little private beach,” you deadpan, “might as well charge more for that.”

“I hate how right you are,” José says.

You look at your roommates. It had been about a year. You knew José from a comparative lit class. The amount of bullshitting you had done for those participation points!

Connor was clean.

Evelyn came in at 3 am from clubbing.

Pretty good as far as roommates go.

“I’m going to go crash at a friends.” You tell them.

As if your apartment flooding wasn’t bad enough, the MTA had announced a delay. So it was just you and your suitcase in the subway like a loser. You weren’t about to walk from Washington Heights down to East Harlem. Not with the suitcase.

In your first days in New York, when you only ever looked up, at the buildings, the skyscrapers, not blinking at the thought of taking the subway because being there to take the subway was a dream come true, back when you’d walk from your dorm to Greenwich village and always take selfie near Washington Square Arch, then you’d gotten a job. All the papers and projects had beaten you down. You were busy ghost making Amelia’s content and hating the subway with a passion.

It takes twice the amount of time it should to get to where Jenny lives. It’s a straight shot and the MTA fucks even that up.

(Your mom had called you the moment she’d seen videos of flooded subway stations.)

You're expecting Harlem but she lives on the border of Yorkville. You can’t see it, only hear the highway where cars go to park, but you know that Central Park is nearby.

It’s nice.

You look up at the buildings, brownstones, murals by street artists and storefronts full of mom and pop shops, and remember why you love the city. Like a crazy person, which doesn’t raise any eyebrows here, you do a little twirl on the sidewalk, nearing the edge so no one shoulder checks you for blocking the way.

New York City.

The big apple.

The city that never sleeps.

There was no other place like it. You’d take all the pizza rats in the world over living anywhere else. It was a love hate relationship. You hate the city, but you hate everywhere else more and take the city over fucking Texas. Or worse, a flyover state.

You had done that already.

You breathe in the shitty air, cigarettes and burnt oil from a restaurant nearby and feel content.

Jenny buzzes you up, “I’m packing his shit up. But keeping all that ikea shit.”

You laugh, “sounds about right.”

“Now I’m going to have to pay all the rent. Like half the reason to have a boyfriend is to split rent, right? And sure,” she leads the way through the building. It’s brick and old enough to not have an elevator despite being five stories tall. She’s on the fourth floor. “Kevin pays half, and he’s a dream. Does like, help center stuff from some website and keeps vampire hours,” Jenny did dress in lots of oversized textured black garments that made her vaguely look like a batman outline, or Morticia Addams grandmother. “but still! I’m back to that thousand dollar rent for the weirdest fucking apartment.”

She unlocks the door.

“Oh my god I love your windows.” They let in so much light that it didn’t feel like a shoebox you note. It's a great place. Though the living room is such a wonky shape, practically its own walk-in closet cut off from the rest of the space like it had been an afterthought. There was a cheap ikea desk, but the computer was gone.

“One day I’ll be one of those plant hoes,” she utters. “My pipes broke one winter when I was in college. Nightmare. And the landlord was so shitty, set me up in a roach infested motel.” She does a full body shiver and you fight the urge to check yourself for roaches.

“I hope it's not that bad but I’m sick of sharing a room,” you admit. “I can afford my own room.” It’s cut into your budget, less savings, more rent, but sharing a room was so college.

“Yeah, the auction house is pretty good. I mean, its just rich people’s version like an estate sale. Instead of grandma’s Sear’s dress its like vintage chanel.”

You laugh because it was so accurate. You’d handled diamonds the size of your fist. “That’s a good way to put it. Though so far all my PR work has been doing research and background checks. Is that even PR?”

“Who knows,” Jenny shrugs, “I do the repairs. Or find the specialists. There's like three clock guys in all of New York.”

“I’m surprised a ghost hasn’t followed us home.” You grin.

“Shut up. Just what I need, a freeloading roommate. No, if you haint me you’re paying rent.” She pours you a glass of cheap wine, barefoot brand. “I need to watch Gone Girl before I gone girl Preston.”

“That name’s a red flag,” you utter, “like the villain from Riverdale.”

“Totally. Hindsight is twenty twenty and I’ve always had a thing for finance bros,” she admits.

You look up thoughtfully. It hadn’t been until college when you had started to have romantic experiences of any category, and you always had the lingering doubt it was a joke on you. There wasn’t really a common denominator there. “I had a date in college make me cup noodles.” It had been bad.

Maybe he had just being trying to have sex?

You don’t know.

You just went to the bathroom and never went back.

“Oh god,” she snorts, “even the cafeteria food would’ve been better. Sneak some out in a container.”

It wasn’t a bad idea.

You hadn’t bought the meal plan. “I think I only ate there once. It felt pointless to go there when there’s so many deli’s and pizza joints on every corner.”

“Well, as long as they don’t mansplain bitcoin every time it pops up on the news. I do antique restoration! I don’t care about NFT,” Jenny points out.

You laugh. “Still not sure how that's worth anything? Can’t you just screenshot it?”

“No clue.”

“Fuck I’m not great at math or art,” you pout. Maybe you needed to work on those creative juices, go pick up a cheap set of acrylics at Michaels.

“Are you kidding? The birthday card you made me was so cute. Sure, in a corporate soulless marketing way but cute.”

Your shoulders shake from the laughter, “thanks for that. I guess I need to start my own aesthetically pleasing in a clone of that girl instagram.”

“It’s so boring!” Jenny complains. “Same-y same.”

“Maybe you're just a bitter millennial.” You comment with a wry smile.You agreed with the sentiment to a point. If they weren’t hurting anyone let them have their white walls and artfully arranged açai bowls. You would stick to whatever you found as you rushed out the door.

“Maybe,” she drinks her wine. “That could be it.”

“No. I do think there’s like overarching aesthetics for the moment. I mean, mid 2010s hipsters? 90s heroine chic and early 2000s boho?” You could go back further but you;d made your point.

“Hey, you wanna go get pizza and walk around central park,” she asks. “Before it's too cold to leave my bed.”

“Sure,” you smile brightly. You loved a good walk around a park. And Central Park was the park. Huge, it felt like going camping without the hassle. “I’d love that.”

“Ooh,” she holds up a hand, “let me go get my sketchbook. Oh and toss your things in the living room. It was Preston’s zoom room last year but who knows what it’ll be now. Putting a couch there is kind of pointless. I’ve always had my tinfoil hat theory that it’s supposed to be a bedroom or something.”

“Thanks again.”

“No worries,” she smiles.

------4----

“If weed is legal in new york,” Jenny wonders, “then where the hell do I buy it.” You had both made plans to see some sci-fi movie she was into.

Between sorting your shit out and finding a room divider, Chinatown was a godsend even if it had been really annoying to cart the brown wood divider from Chinatown to East Harlem, you hadn’t really hung out. Not properly. Work didn’t count.

The living room had been partitioned off for you. A cool 600$ instead of 500$ for just a bed. Kevin had set up a chore wheel.

“No clue. Didn’t it just become legal.” You had never bought weed before. Someone would have it at house parties and you’d take a few puffs or eat a firecracker. You had never actually bought weed.

Swiping idly through instagram, you realize you have a message.

@rhinestoneyez (tc finsta) : i nvr got ur n#

@rhinestoneyez: thank gd for insta 🥴i guess

You frown.

With a tap of your finger, you go to their profile but the picture is some blurry landscape and they don’t have their name anywhere. The account is also private. Yours was not. Small as it is.

You had nothing to hide, and rarely posted anything other than funny memes.

But your name was on your insta.

@pinksidekick: who is this🧐

@rhinestoneyez: *pic of TC*

“It did. I think only this year,” Jenny tells you, “I need to watch Dune high! It’ll be so meta.” She holds up her fingers like an Italian chef, “the spice must flow!”

You laugh, happy to see your friend happy. She had been through the wringer, going through a shitty breakup. “Can we get it delivered?”

There had to be some way to get it. People were lazy. You could get anything delivered now.

Your fingers hover over your phone. Timothee had done the work. He had found your instagram. You swallow, not sure how to feel.

He was nice and you liked talking to him. You’d had a good night with him and his friends, but you were lost as to what to do now. What to say? How to go from here.

Looking someone up on insta wasn’t unusual.

Like your therapist had said, you reason that if he dm’d you, it was because he wanted to. You didn’t need to overthink it. Occam's razor.

“Good idea,” Jenny says, leaning against the kitchen bar, “let me figure that out.”

You decide to send a friend request. Easy, low pressure.

Even though he had sent the message, you still feel your stomach churn as you wait.

You close the app and when you open it again, you can see his profile. It’s mostly random pictures and selfies, both flattering and now, a couple shots of some cool graffiti. It checked out. He checked out.

@pinksidekick: ahhh i was hoping it was june

@rhinestoneyez: heY

@pinksidekick: but ur not bad either

@rhinestoneyez: ty ty i will take what i can get

You bite your bottom lip.

Was this flirting? Or were you just being dumb.

“Okay,” Jenny tells you, “there’s a dispensary on the other side of Central park for us which would be faster than getting it delivered apparently. So let’s go! Let’s go nerds! Let’s go!”

You shake your head at her, “says the woman who doesn't know where to buy weed.”

“I took red ribbon week to heart,” she jokes.

You grab a coat but forgo a sweater in the October evening.

@rhinestoneyez: i was thinking we should meet up on purpose

@rhinestoneyez: instead of leaving it up to whether or not mars is in retrograde

@pinksidekick: idk???

@pinksidekick: ill have to see how my crystals r vibing

@rhinestoneyez: lmk

@rhinestoneyez: ill b in the city by the start of november

@pinksidekick: traveling in a panorama🤮

*insert meme*

@rhinestoneyez: put the pitchfork down

@rhinestoneyez: i have moderna

@rhinestoneyez: pfizer

@rhinestoneyez: j&j

@rhinestoneyez: astrazeneca

@pinksidekick: okie hehe 🍾 i dont have plans for november ,, and in free pretty much every weekend

Jenny grabs your elbow, “get off your phone zoomer!”

“Isn’t that why I have you?” You joke and put your phone in your huge coat pocket.

You enter the dispensary and immediately are assaulted with the smell of skunk and patchouli that you could never tell if you liked or hated.

The inside intimidates you the same way a the big Chanel or Louis Vuitton stores with bodyguards do. You felt like a five year old masquerading as an adult (exactly why 13 going on 30 spoke to your soul).

“This is going to sound very galaxy brained of me,” Jenny warns you as you both look at the various displays and apparently having a weed habit was expensive and another reason you didn’t like going clubbing. Guys were not sending you free drinks and 15$ drinks burned a hole in your wallet . “But, should we get edibles because smoking is bad.”

You laugh. “It’s weed not kale.”

“I know, but no form of smoking is great?” She firrows her thick brows, “right?”

“We live in new york. We probably have that second hand smoke thing.”

“You’re not wrong,” she tilts her head in acknowledgement. “I think I’ll get some gummies though.”

“Should I get one too,” you wonder out loud, now that you are here. “Like emergency edibles?”

“Do it! Why not?”

You both buy gummies and pop one as soon as you step out of the store.

They’re a little weird tasting, stale and wrong like those Dots candies no one wanted on Halloween.

“At this rate,” Jenny says, leading the way to the subway station. Her weird indie theater for Dune was not that far from where you lived, but too far to walk when the movie started in an hour. “It should kick in at the end of the 1984 movie and we’ll be perfect for the new one.”

“Wait what?” You ask, having agreed the moment she had explained she had two tickets because she was going to go with Preston before he cheated, so you were fuzzy on the details.

“It’s a double feature.” She explains. “First the old movie from the 80s then the new one. There’s like a break in between so we can go grab food.”

“Okay that actually sounds pretty fun,” you nod, but the best double feature-”

She holds up a hand, “don’t-”

“Is The Mummy and Mad Max Fury Road,” you offer, “They're both orange.”

“Oh so Willy Wonka fits the theme,” she rolls her eyes.

“The Gene Wilder version,” you nod. “It’s so good. The boat cave scene!”

Jenny shakes her head.

You finally arrive at the movie theater and it’s tucked into a skyscraper and again you’re hit with the realization that you live in New York City. There’s malls in skyscrapers.

There’s a giddiness to your step that might be the weed.

Jenny shows the tickets on her phone.

You see the film poster for Dune and Venom 2 still playing and you wonder if you can just sneak into Venom because that was fun. “Did you watch Venom,” you ask Jenny.

“I didn’t,” she wrinkles her nose, “I can’t with all the second hand embarrassment.”

You laugh, “the way I skip through any parts like that at home!”

Jenny grabs popcorn and you see a poster for a new movie by the dude who made The Grand Budapest Hotel which was so cute and funny. You thought you might like his other movies but Moonrise Kingdom was so boring! You smile, tilting your head, one of the actors looks like Timothee.

“Okay,” Jenny asks, nudging your shoulder as you head for the auditorium, “best seats in a movie theater. Go!”

“Middle,” you try, feeling like this was a trick question.

“I would say furthest up top,” she replies, “I just hate the ones right up in front of the screen.”

“Yeah, the first row sucks.” You can almost feel the kink in your neck at the thought.

You’re in a movie theater with two movies starring Timothee Chalamet playing and it’s not until you see his face projected in front of you that it clicks that the actor was the guy you knew: the guy you were planning on meeting.

You have no clue what happens in the movie apart from Oscar Issac being hot as you stare into space trying to digest that bit of information.

@pinksidekick: sends @rhinestoneyez his official insta ?

@rhinestoneyez: oh yea

@rhinestoneyez: so what do u do for work 🥸

----5--------

“I thought you knew,” he cries with a smile, “you just weren’t being weird about it.”

“I-okay. That’s fair,” you agree, “but I didn’t! I thought you were some model or tiktok dude.”

Timothee laughs as you too walk to an arcade

5. u and TC met up on purpose. its kinda awkward. end up going to an arcade and its good and fun and u realize hes like the closest thing to a friend uve had since u were 13.

----6-----

6. TC hits u up after like over a months silence (he was doing press) and ur like idk im busy. “doing what” “work? i have to go down into the archives of nyc main library” hes like “i can spend a day at the library” sneaks food in for u and ur like thats evil but he still feeds you a couple fries. then takes u for a bodega bagels OR dim sum.

7. TC invites u to hang w friends. ur like, my dude im going w roommate to a drag show (zara apologises and u to talk). hes like okay but then u have to compromise and come to our lunch thing tomorrow: cheese board at central park. everyone gets day drunk. TC traces figures into your side and it hits u he might actually like you!

8. for work u go to some gallery opening and look at art that makes u wonder if it even is art. and the its like over a million dollars. its about creating realionships MS PR tells u and then ur rubbing shoulders w wall street ppl who dont care. and u overheard someone saying ur kinda ugly and ugly girls r easy. *cue crying at a painting and the artist is like oh u rlly like it and u lie and say yeah thats the reason and u get invited to her studio to pose. one of TCs friends is there! (pretentious ass anton)

9. art lady’s gf is fashion designer and is like u have an old ancestor face unlike instaface. be in my lookbook and ur like, i guess? and bridges r being built. u r at some house party by collina strada that's like a rave/vendor festival. run into TC who looks ridiculous and hes like yeah i wanted to wear the dress but i ended up w my titties out. june was invited bc she did the choreography for the show.

10. u have to guide some fashion designer (daniel roseberry) through jewelry. hes like maybe i can buy some for inspo and use some for decor in the new store inside berdorfs goodman. (get sent some schiaparelli goodies) PR kinda sucks like only 50k and yr broke but u r meeting cool ppl tho most influencers r vapid. TC is like lets get a very later dinner? italian in some side alley on staten island and it's too late to go home so u end up booking a hotel room (fuck?) and ride a bicycle in the early dawn. (get papped)

11. amelia is like why didnt u tell me u were dating TC! u have a day at work and timothee calls u and is like im not saying anything and they didnt get a clear ID so they shouldnt bother u but can i come over? and he does, u make food to calm down like yeah baby nothing like making pasta ! u watch bobs burgers and u tell him about how u want to paint ur room divider and hes like u think theyll hear us if we fuck? and ur like “get ur head out of the gutter OR we’ll never know if we dont try it out?”

12. timothee makes coffee and breakfast (toast and jelly) and jennys like ??? u look like the guy from dune which he finds funny af and then reclusive roommate (kevin) tells u all to shit up. jenny heads to jersey to visit her parents for the day. u and timothee go roller skating bc its 90s night and u love vengaboys

13. u, june, and josé go to see beach bunny. u guys talk amd josé got a job running the media accounts of something super boring (a chain of family diners like four of them out in staten island and queens). junes like so… and ur all idk we have really DTR and u have feelings of like wow he does all these cool stuff and jetsets and like im from Reno and am like a floundering college grad. and junes like dont stress about it then yet. like just go w it. which josé is like hell yeah we r in our twenties time to make all the stories we will tell our pearl clutching family about next time we see them. june and u make plans to hit up a cute christmas themed bar (u invite zara).

14. u and timothee talk thanksgiving and go look at music records. ur like my taste in music comes from the movie marie antoinette. and hes like oh ud like wes anderson (ur experiences r not relatable) and then u buy takeout and go back to urs and paint ur room divider.

15. u spend xmas w evelyn in queens. text w timothee. he comes over at like midnight bc ur both in the city and u fuck.

16. december. u work from home uploading a bunch of catalogue things on the auction houses website then go ice skating w timothee. this time u get papped and they can see ur face and ppl drag u for looking sloppy but like idk ur a normal person not an influencer.

17. amelia calls u and does a mental health check on u and is like idk do u want a glow up aka getting ur clothes tailors and like ur not sure? ur also in reno watching reno 911 on youtube w ur family. u call timothee. u make nye plans. *pic of lake tahoe*

18. kevin and jenny have brought leftovers from home. kevin is from staten island (i thought staten island was full of mob bosses) “jenny that joke is so old ur mama calls it mama” jenny is doing nyes w a costuming friend (ty, gay asian fashion designer who does theater costuming) and kevin is like i cant go there its just all of u dressing like ur in crimson peak so u take kevin w u and timothee and u go clubbing w him and his friends. u dont arrive together but u r on the list (1 Oak). end up at timothee’s place.

19. u and timothee make breakfast and sleep together again and hes like im so into u its wild. and ur like haha u r sure thats not just ur dick talking and hes like no way. TDR u r dating. u put on youve got mail and hes like wow they and right after tom hanks lost everything to amazon and u two end up going to buy books at an independent store and grab lunch and read but u cant stop sneaking looks at him U R LOVESICK

20. ppl keep commenting asking about him on ur insta as u r just a working girl. it is now february. timothee brings u lunch to ur work bc he will b gone for a moment doing work and is trying to spend time w u. u have a spring trip to paris planned to c Amelia.

21. u and josé and evelyn go rush phantom of the opera and catch up. u text timothee. catch like 1 person side eying u and like ugh u dont like that at all

22. paris trip in march. use ur three words u kno in french bc u love stromae. u and amelia do cute girl shit (cafes in the day and u read and do art and then go catch parties and clubs and see maneskin and all the museums w music and go to versailles in marie antoinette inspired dresses. it hails on u and amelia who tells u about the two french guys shes seeing and her roommate melanie who works in the dior atelier.

23. timothee surprises u in paris and u spend the two days 2 have together having sex in the hotel room and only coming out for food. hes like we should go to a knicks game together and ur okay yeah. and he reads to u in bed.

POTENTIAL END

24. u and jenny do afternoon tea w her costuming friend (Ty and Hitomi) and hitomi is looking for a place to stay. jenny mentions kevin might move to SF. ur like um i would like a door ? get in line.

25. u meet timothees parents at a off broadway production. then grab dinner at gag and tollner. theyre nice nut unrelatable to u who grew up working class. like ur 99% sure ur mom has no clue who shakespeare is let alone tom stoppard or anna akhmatova. they r the type of family to go do a pottery class together and ur a latchkey kid. again, u feel the distance between the worlds u inhabit.

26. u stay at his and hes like u r melancholy whats up? and ur like i cant rn i have to rush to work. u end up seeing each other a few days later when u go to a coffee shop and do work together. he reads scripts and u copywrite. then u finally r like ugh idk ur unrelatable and its all in my head but like, im the first person in my family to go to college! i feel weird idk and theres nothing timothee can really do to fix it but as soon as u say it out loud u feel silly and hes like open to listening and all and it ends up being a fuss over nothing

27. u grab dinner w timothee and ally and her bf (some computer sci rich guy) they all talk about travelling and meanwhile u only have a week of vacation time left so like u cant really and u just sort of sit there 🤡

28. timothee goes to do work in la and invites u out but u cant rlly afford it and like ur not broke but student loan debt and rent and ur retirement fund. u talk to jenny about it and shes like idk if he offers accept? and also how u need to talk about it if u two move in together

29. u, june and amelia do fashion week and amelia complains about nepo babies and june’s like yeah my parents r rich but like low end rich and u all talk about class and privilege and amelia’s like its just annoying when i spend hours pouring over 1000s pics to find the one good shot and these rich girls post whatever just bc theyre socialites my problem isnt w ppl w talent or that the door is opened for them but they still have to do the work to actually succeed after that initial door. you feel better and then u hit an after party for a brand.

30. u get called a fame whore bc u popped up in fashion week feed and decide to put ur account on private after reading the second comment calling u ugly and how u need to shave that mustache. u and timothee and his sister grab lunch then go bowling.

31. zara invites u to go kayaking. she brings two of her friends and u get soaked we and gross but its fun and free.

32. kevin moves out. Hitomi moves in. you and timothee spend the week together before he leaves to go film dune 2 and hes like u have to visit me.

33. u interview for other jobs (madewell marketing, spotify marketing) u see one for goldman sachs but it seems soul sucking. manager positions seem too professional for your meager year of experience. u end up at lifebowl (dumb salad chain for office workers) doing digital marketing.

34. before new job starts, u go visit timothee on set. havent seen him in over two months, fuck. meet zendaya and all these stars and u tease him (ur lucky oscar issac isnt here) and he shows u around a bit but u two cant keep ur hands off each other. timothees like i want to spend every moment together and u laugh and ur like im such a dick when i wake up tho. hes like well im an early riser. and u complain about how he leaves clothes all over the floor and dishes in the sink at night and hes like move in w me and i wont leave any dishes in the sink. u laugh and hes like no im serious. or we can find a place u like he looks away nervous even tho ur naked together (his cum is on ur tits) and ur like when u get back and i get settled into my new job we can figure out but yeah id loved to move in w u

35. new job. jenny goes to work at christies ny. u go to get trini food and she admits shes looking for a new place that doesnt have memories of her ex. u and her rent a place in the hamptons from airbnb w evelyn and Ty.

someone takes pics of u guys at the beach and evelyns like yeah ur on pinterest under boho chic ?? ur like wtf thats just me in sweats

amelias texts u and is like lol at my gremlin friend unwittingly becoming a girl on the moodboards

36. u zara, june, anton and jakob hang out. u go bar hopping and end the night doing karaoke.

37. u, jenny and Ty go apple picking. jenny found a new place. shes moving in w Evelyn. u make apple pie and watch over the garden wall while drinking hard cider. (early september)

38. timothee comes back and hes like here for two weeks before doing another project and u two try and find a place together. u fail bc of the small window of time and hes like okay new plan face time me and u figure it out?

39. ur soul hurts bc all the places he likes r like 5k. and hes like okay lets do the math. break down our contribution in percentage. and u finally find a place.

40. u go visit him in LA where preproduction is happening. u two take a day to go visit ur family which leaves u Sick of airports.

41. u and timothee hang out in ur new place. c all the boxes and immedietly decide having sex is better than unpacking.

END

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writethelifeyouwant · 4 years ago

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Red

Summary: Y/N has been having an infuriating dry spell in the love department lately, thanks to lockdown, and her roommate Jensen is getting fed up with her attitude. So, he lets her in on a little secret…

Pairing: Danneel x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: female masturbation, talk of male masturbation, phone sex, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, lockdown was hard on singletons but great for phone sex operators Word Count: 4.5k Created for: @anyfandomgoesbingo - Sex Hotline AU | @spnkinkbingo - Tribbing

A/N: Requested by @danneelsmain - hope this lived up to your expectations babe! I haven't written Danneel before but I really enjoyed writing this ❤️

“Yes... yes... yesyesyes–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Bang, bang, bang! “Hurry up in there will ya? I’m dyin’ here,” Jensen jiggled the doorknob to no avail, and Y/N was incredibly thankful she’d remembered to lock it this time.

I’m dying here, Y/N thought to herself, pulling the shower head from between her legs with a frustrated huff, the water swirling down the drain carrying the fading vestiges of her almost-orgasm with it. She had been so close. Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Just a minute!” she shouted, frustration tipping over into anger. The knob on the faucet was twisted to the ‘off’ position with unnecessary violence, and the shower curtain was attached at one less ring than it had been half an hour ago when it was yanked open to settle against the back wall of the tub.

Bang! Ban–

“Seriously, Jensen?!” Y/N barely had the towel secured around herself before she threw open the door, hastily ducking to avoid Jensen’s knock-in-progress.

“Thank fuck.” Jensen danced around Y/N and shoved the door shut, sending Y/N slipping across the tiles on her still-wet feet and locking her on the other side. The clearly audible hiss of Jensen relieving himself leaked through the door and Y/N growled in frustration, aiming a kick at the door before stomping down the hallway to her room.

He couldn’t have waited ten more seconds…

It had been bad enough that lockdown got them all stuck at home with no possibility of one night stands, or follow-up booty calls to keep her sex drive in check, but now Y/N was having an even bigger problem. She hadn’t been able to get herself over the finish line for at least two weeks, and she had no earthly idea as to why. Y/N was beginning to think that regular orgasms were part of the reason that she was usually nice to be around, because right now she felt like she was one bad joke away from stabbing somebody.

And that someone was likely to be Jensen.

Tucked up into the corner of the couch was Y/N’s standard position these days. She wasn’t sure what was playing on the TV, something as mindless as she felt right now.

“Budge up.” Jensen hit her feet and flopped back gracelessly on top of them without giving her the chance to move them.

“Ow, asshole!” A pillow whipped through the air and collided squarely with the side of Jensen’s face.

“What is your problem lately?”

“You, clearly,” Y/N snapped, pulling her knees into her chest defensively. Jensen raised a single eyebrow, giving her a pointed look. “No, it’s not you,” Y/N admitted, letting some of her aggression seep out of her frame with her words. “Sorry.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

There was a stiff silence between them, Jensen waiting for Y/N to break and answer his question and Y/N knowing that she didn’t want to talk about this with Jensen but not seeing a way out of the conversation. Jensen had an irritating habit of getting her to open up about things she never planned on telling people – like the fact that she was gay. And now he was about to hear far more about her sex life than she ever wanted to share with someone of the male species.

“I’m, um,” her cheeks were on fire as she glanced up to see Jensen looking back at her with concerned curiosity. “I’m… having a problem,” she finished lamely.

“Okay…”

“I can’t… Do you ever–” Y/N choked on the words every time they tried to bubble through. “So… um, it’s– it’s been a while.” She saw comprehension flash over Jensen’s freckled face a moment later.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You know PornHub has a whole section for lesbian shit, right?” Another pillow hits him in the face. “Okay, okay, ow,” Jensen rubs his jaw in exaggeration. “But seriously, it’s been a while for everyone. You just gotta take business into your own hands.”

“You don’t think I’ve been doing that?” Y/N hissed, unconsciously checking around them as if someone else was in their apartment who might overhear.

“Well then what’s the problem?”

“I haven’t like,” Y/N made a variety of nonsequitous hand motions that had no bearing on the word ‘orgasm’ but Jensen seemed to get the message.

“How long?” he cringed.

“Like, almost three weeks? And it’s not like I haven’t been trying like, everything, I just… can’t,” she shrugged helplessly. “Has this kind of thing ever happened to you? Is there something like, physically wrong with me?”

“No, no, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you,” Jensen rushed to reassure her, patting her leg awkwardly. “This kind of thing happens all the time.”

“So it’s happened to you too?” Hope shone from Y/N’s face that maybe she wasn’t doomed to a life empty of sexual pleasure.

“Well… no, not exactly.” Y/N’s shoulders drooped, hopes slashed.

“How are you staying so sane?” Y/N accused. “You used to be with a different girl every few days before all of this.”

“Hey! I was not,” Jensen was mock offended but Y/N could tell he was also a little proud. “And I’ve, uh… I’ve got my sources,” his eyes twinkled mischievously as he answered her question.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, have you been sneaking out behind my back!”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, “nothing like that.” Jensen pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the screen as Y/N watched.

“Jen, if you’re trying to show me porn, I’m good. Don’t need to see what you get off to,” Y/N shuddered at the thought. A text beeped on her phone a second later, Jensen’s name popping up on the screen.

“That’s my source,” he explains and she opens the message to see a 1-800 number, next to the word Red.

“Red?”

“Red.” Jensen confirmed with a wicked grin, nodding sagely.

Y/N could not believe she was about to do this. She looked down at the number on her phone screen, ready to dial as soon as she pressed the little green button. Jensen’s assurances echoed in her head. Best phone sex I’ve ever had… she actually gets off with you, she’s not just faking it… sounds so hot, and her body is killer in her profile pic. Admittedly, the picture he’d shown her had been really fucking sexy. A slender girl in small red panties and unfairly pretty breasts cradled in a satin bra covered in little hearts, dark red hair pinned up around her face in a vintage style.

Before she could talk herself out of it again, Y/N pressed dial and held the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times before connecting to an automated menu, and Y/N was secretly relieved she wouldn’t have to ask an operator if she could speak to ‘Red’.

Thank you for calling the Sugar Lips Hotline. Please enter your card details to continue.

Jensen had warned her about this part, so she had her card sitting out of her wallet on the desk in front of her.

If you know who you are trying to reach, please press one. If you would like to be assigned a random operator, please press two.

Y/N shakily pressed the number one, and then put the phone on speaker while she was at it.

If you would like to speak with Candy, press one, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Kitty, press two, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Lance…

Y/N wondered if she would still have the confidence to go through with this by the time the robotic voice mentioned ‘Red’.

If you would like to speak with Red, press thirteen, followed by the pound key.

The moment of truth. Y/N entered the number 13 and then pressed the pound key. The line began to ring again.

“Hi there,” a temptingly soft voice slipped through the receiver of the phone sitting on the desk in front of her.

“Hi-i,” Y/N’s voice was jarring in comparison, breaking on the first word she uttered.

“Oh, so I’ve got a pretty little girl on the line today, huh?” Y/N didn’t know how to answer so she didn’t, hands frozen in a death grip on the sleeves of her too big sweatshirt. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/N,” she whispered back, suddenly scared that Jensen would be able to hear every word being said in her room. Quickly digging into her pockets she pulled out her headphones and plugged them into her cell. Why hadn’t she done that earlier?

“That’s such a pretty name, baby,” the woman cooed, and now her voice was right against Y/N’s ears; it felt like she was in the room, whispering against her skin. “I’m Red.”

“That’s what I should call you?” Y/N managed to keep the tremor out of her words this time.

“Unless you want to call me something else? I can be whoever you want me to be baby girl. Mommy, ma’am, mistress…” Y/N’s heart thundered against her ribs. She realised that she had no idea what she wanted from this – she just knew she was desperate. “Or maybe you want to be in charge? I could be your baby, your good little girl.” Y/N wished she could see Red right now, watch what she looked like as she purred all these promises down the line, teasing and tempting.

“Is,” Y/N gulped, “is there anyone you want me to be?”

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted, and Y/N could imagine her shaking her head, red curls flying by her cheeks. “This is all about you Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good.”

Y/N felt a lick of heat curl in the base of her stomach, twisting itself around her intestines.

“Yeah, I could use that,” she laughed nervously, figuring she should be honest if she wanted this to work out well. And she really needed it to.

“Oh, have you been feeling a little pent up baby?” Red’s voice echoed in Y/N’s ears. The small vibrations coming out of her earbuds were enough to start sending a pulsing sensation down the side of her neck, worming its way under her skin and into her veins. Christ, it had been too long.

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I betcha we can fix that. Are you somewhere comfortable sweetie?”

“I could get on the bed?” Y/N offered, wondering why she hadn’t started there in the first place, rather than at her desk.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Red purred seductively. “Why don’t you stretch out on the bed, get yourself nice and cozy. Maybe prop a pillow up next to you and think about me snuggling you in real close. Wish I could be there to put my hands all over your body.”

Y/N was thankful she was already sitting on her bed by the time Red finished painting her little scene because if she’d been walking, she’s pretty sure her knees would have given out.

“Fuck, it’s been so long since I felt another girl’s hands on me.” She tried not to be embarrassed at how whimpery her voice had gone. If this went well it was about to get a whole lot worse anyways.

“I want to touch every inch of you,” Red breathed heavily. “Run my fingers through your hair, over your neck, down your back. Would I find a bra there to unhook, baby?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, arching her shoulders and feeling the band scratch taught around her ribs, pushing her breast up towards her chin.

“Why don’t you take that off for me?”

“Okay,” Y/N felt her voice shake as much as her hands as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, breathing deeply when the pressure of the garment disappeared.

“Bet that felt good, didn’t it baby?” Red laughed knowingly.

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, loosening up a little at the acknowledgement of a shared experience, something all girls could relate to. She pulled her arms through the straps beneath her sweatshirt and shimmying the discarded bra out the bottom before pushing her arms back through her sleeves. The peaks of her nipples tightened as they caught on the pills of fleece that now sat against her chest.

“What else are you wearing?”

Suddenly embarrassed she hadn’t thought to put on anything sexy in preparation for this call, Y/N didn’t manage more than an “um…” before Red laughed, a warm sound that melted into her like chocolate against your tongue.

“Why don’t I tell you what I’m wearing?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded before she remembered that Red couldn’t see her. “Bet it’s something really sexy,” she attempted to flirt, cringing at how awkward she sounded.

“Well that depends,” Red mused. “Do you like lace?”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. She loved seeing girls in lace lingerie; the way the delicate weave of the pattern offered small tastes of the skin it covered, the way you could feel someone’s warmth seeping through such a thin fabric so easily, the way it felt to have someone touch you or suck you through such a meagre sheet of modesty…

“What about stockings?” Red voice broke through Y/N’s train of thought, pulling her back to the vaguely out of body experience she was having.

“Love them,” Y/N answered quietly, trying to pitch her voice the way Red was, low and alluring.

“Well, that’s a shame,” she sighed dramatically. “Because I’m not wearing anything at all right now, sorry to disappoint.” Y/N couldn’t see her but she would bet anything Red was wearing a big pout right now. She wondered what her lips looked like. In her head she pictured soft and pillowy.

“You are such a tease,” Y/N laughed, hoping to disguise the pang of arousal that had shot through her a moment before.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah, I really do,” Y/N found herself admitting unconsciously.

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna get naked too baby girl?”

A throb of desire fluttered between Y/N’s legs, her pussy clenching, and when she squirmed back into her pillow a little she felt the lace fabric of her own panties sliding a little more between her thighs. Her arousal had started to soak out of her and into the material.

“You want me naked?” Y/N’s words scratched their way out of her throat, trying to pull her confidence along with them.

“Oh god, please baby,” Red moaned loudly, but it didn’t sound fake. It was like Jensen had told her, it sounded like she was really enjoying this, and like she was actually getting off on what was happening between them right now. “Want to feel your skin against mine.”

“I want that too, baby,” Y/N’s hasty breaths shook her words. She stripped out of her underwear and shoved her phone and headphones down the front of her sweatshirt so she could shimmy it over her head without disconnecting the earbuds. She didn’t want to miss anything.

“God, if I was there I would kiss all over you. Bet you taste amazing,” Red sighed, and Y/N could hear something shifting over the phone, like fabric moving around.

“Are you on your bed too?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, all spread out for you baby girl.”

“Are you touching yourself?” Y/N’s confidence was starting to build as she heard how much Red sounded like she’s into this, and she couldn’t deny she was turned on too. She felt wetter than she’d been in weeks, and when her fingers drifted down over her stomach its muscles twitched in anticipation of where she was about to touch.

“Where do you want me to touch?” Y/N let her eyes slide closed, and she could imagine Red batting her lashes as she asked - where do you want me to touch? - She pictured the girl she’d seen in the photo poised over her, legs straddling Y/N’s hips as Red ran her hands over her own body, fingers trailing over her throat, fondling her breasts, twisting around the pink flesh at the tips of each, lingering on the soft of her stomach before dipping lower.

“I want you to touch between your legs and tell me how wet you are,” Y/N said between deep breaths, trying to keep her voice even.

“I’m already so wet for you, baby,” Red gasped, and Y/N hoped it was a reaction to her fingers slipping inside her pussy.

“If you were here with me, what would you do right now?”

“I’d make you watch me fuck myself on my fingers.” Holy shit, Y/N couldn’t help the moan that bled through her lips, and she heard Red chuckle. “Yeah, you like the sound of that baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N whimpered, her own fingers finally making their way between her legs and sliding easily through the slick she found there.

“I’d straddle myself right over your face, so you could see my fingers fucking my pussy, feel me dripping on you.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“And then, when my fingers are nice and soaked, you’re gonna suck them clean like a good little girl, aren’t you sweetheart?” Red’s monologue was absolutely wrecking Y/N, she wanted everything the woman on the end of the line was describing so badly. “Want you to do it to yourself, since I can’t be there to do it for you. Can you get those fingers nice and wet for me baby?”

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Y/N pushed two fingers inside her pussy, clenching around them wantonly. She must have let out some kind of noise because Red giggled again before she continued talking.

“That’s it, fuck yourself for me baby girl, until I can do it for you.” And fucking hell, the thought of Red actually with her, touching her, fucking her… “Your fingers nice and dirty now?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N squeaked, pressing against her g-spot to get herself even wetter.

“Good girl,” Red hummed. “Now suck them clean for me, Y/N. Want you to taste just how sweet you are. God, wish I could taste you too,” she moaned, her breath hitching.

Y/N obeyed Red’s instructions, sucking her fingers into her mouth and twirling her tongue around them, curling it across the dips and whorls of her fingertips. She groaned around the digits in her mouth, trying to make it audible that she was doing as she was told.

“Good girl,” Red cooed again, obviously hearing Y/N’s sucking. “Good filthy girl. You’re so dirty aren’t you baby, bet you’re dripping onto the sheets right now you’re so horny.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt her whole body clenching as she pushed her hand back between her legs, toying with her clit and sending fresh jolts of desire to her core. “Fuck, I’m touching myself again. Couldn’t help it, you’re so hot baby.”

“I want you to touch yourself sweetie. Want you to make yourself feel so good.”

“I want you to feel good too,” Y/N whimpered, maybe stupidly, but she remembered Jensen saying that Red got off with him and she wanted the same thing. She wanted to know that Red wanted her, that Red found her sexy. She didn’t want to be in this alone.

“Oh, I am feeling so good baby girl,” Red assured Y/N, her voice brimming with sincerity and whimpers to back it up. “Fucking myself so good, pretending it’s your fingers inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Y/N couldn’t come up with anything more eloquent than that. The more she played with herself the foggier her brain got.

“What are you imaging right now?”

“Thinking about you, you on top of me.”

“You want me on top, huh? Want me to hold you down a little, baby?”

“Mm, yeah,” Y/N sighed, slipping two fingers from her free hand down to her entrance and pushing them inside, keeping her other hand on her clit, rolling it between her fingers. “You could hold me down, grind yourself against me. Use me to get yourself off.” Y/N’s breathing was ragged now, and the fingers inside her pussy sought out her g-spot again, starting to focus their efforts a little more concertedly on the spongy bundle of nerves.

“Oh sweetie, that’s so hot, fuck,” Red moaned heavily, her breath catching on her curse. “I’d grind against you so good. Rub our pussies together, all slick and hot, grind my clit against yours nice and hard. Fuck, touch your clit for me baby.”

“I am,” Y/N gasped, drawing fast little circles over the nub between her legs. “Fuck, want all that so bad. Think you could come like that? Just from rubbing your pussy on me, getting me all wet and dirty?”

“Fuck yes, love rubbing my pussy on yours, love grinding our clits together. I could tease you so good. Go nice and slow, wonder how long you’d last before you start begging me to let you cum.”

“I’m close,” Y/N whimpered, surprised at how true it was. She hadn’t gotten so close to cumming this quickly in ages.

“Already baby? You naughty little girl,” Red groaned, and the sound of bed springs crackled through Y/N’s earbuds too. Y/N pictured Red arching off the bed, fucking her hips into her fingers. “You want to cum for me baby?”

“Fuck, yes, yes please,” Y/N begged, feeling the muscles in her thighs and stomach starting to constrict, heat singing through her veins.

“Not yet baby, keep fucking yourself.” Y/N let out a pathetic whine in protest. “You can do that for me, can’t you sweetie. Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers for me?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Good girl, I’m so fucking close baby.”

“Fuck, please, want you to cum. Want you to cum with me.” Y/N’s eyes squeezed tight as small pinpricks of light started to burst in the darkness of her vision.

“Gonna cum for you, baby girl,” Red cried, voice high and tight. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt, I can feel it. Gonna squirt all over your pussy, fucking soak you.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt like she might actually start crying, she needed to cum so badly. She was so so so close.

“Rub that little clitty, pretend it’s me rubbing up against you. All hot and wet,” her voice was breaking, her words short and breathless, and Y/N could tell Red was as close as she was. “Gonna cum all over you. Fuck, gonna squirt so hard bet I could actually cum inside you.”

“Holy fuck!” Y/N’s hips snapped into the air, searching for the imaginary body she wished was there. It was becoming hard to hear through the intense buzzing in her ears. Every nerve in her body was pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Cum for me Y/N, c’mon baby, you can do it, want you to cum for me like the good little girl you are baby, c’mon.”

Y/N was sobbing, wrist pistoning her fingers in and out of herself faster than she ever remembered being able to move, and she felt the walls of her pussy clamping down, trying to keep the pressure inside where it wanted it. And then she couldn’t take it anymore. Everything froze. She might have screamed, but to be honest she couldn’t be too sure, because she couldn’t hear anything except the white light that had flooded the dark space behind her eyelids.

Lockdown became much more bearable after that day. Though Y/N did have to try really hard to not think about the fact that she and Jensen were kind of fucking the same girl. In a way. It was weird. But if she ignored that part, then her ‘dates’ with Red were perfect. She was finally able to release all the tension, sexual and otherwise, that this whole mess had building up in her system constantly. And eventually, the world started to open back up and things started to get just a little bit easier.

Y/N wondered what she would do when lockdown was well and truly over. When the bars and clubs opened up again, would she and Jensen go out and try to hook up like they always had before? Would everything just go back to normal? Would she still want to call Red if she was getting actual sex with a real girl, and not just her hand or a bit of silicone? Yes. The answer was most definitely yes, Y/N had to admit to herself. Even though it was just phone sex, it was still some of the best sex she’d ever had.

Well, Red is a professional, she thought to herself wryly as she spooned some froth onto the top of the cappuccino she was making. The coffee shop she worked at had reopened last week, finally.

“Y/N! Can you jump on register while I take my break?” Michelle called from the end of the counter.

“Sure thing,” Y/N smiled and wiped her hands off on her apron, making her way behind the other baristas to the cash register. She briefly glanced at the line of people waiting to order – a couple of college kids carrying some scary looking textbooks, a portly man scratching his bald patch, a pretty girl with shiny hair and awesome winged liner. Y/N blushed as she caught the eye of the girl, and immediately looked back at her tablet, typing in her register code.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Y/N’s customer service voice was alarmingly cheery, and the two college guys blinked, startled, clearly still unused to interacting with humans again – Y/N knew the feeling, cringing internally. She made a note to dial the pep back a little.

“Hey, what can I get you?” It was the pretty girl at the front of the line now.

“Um, I’ll have a caramel latte, please,” she answered with a bright smile, red lips stretching across shockingly white teeth.

“Size?” Y/N asked, tapping the order into her tablet.

“How big can you make it?” the girl giggled, and Y/N looked up, something tugging at the back of her mind.

“Um, large?” Y/N answered absentmindedly, trying to figure out what was bugging her so much. The girl just nodded, politely accepting the fact that Y/N had skated over her joke. “Can I get a name for the order?” She grabbed the large sized cup and uncapped the marker, hand poised over the white cardboard, ready to write.

“Oh, sure. It’s Danneel.”

“Danielle?” Y/N asked, her mind still wandering.

“No, Dan– you know what, it’s a weird name. Just go with Red.”

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crystalrose555 · 4 years ago

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Slap me, I dare you! pt. 1

“Come on, Marley~” A small voice begged.

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

“But you gotta finish your story!” Another voice demanded.

“Nope, the next part is too scary for little seals. I’ll finish the story when you’re older.”

“Liar!”

Marley stuck her tongue out as the sound of little feet followed her to the living room. It’s been around a month since she returned from her adventure in Devildom and the pups refused to let go of the enticing story she started. While she had stretched the truth and sugarcoated what she could, Marley couldn’t bring herself to talk about everything that happened, she barely could understand it herself. She sighed as she tossed herself on the couch next to her new pelt, giving it a gingered rub before grabbing a clean shirt from the laundry bin. However, she was smothered by the pups that invaded her personal space which caused her to release a large sigh.

“If you don’t tell us, we’ll just have to get the rest of the story from Nixie.” Gell, the oldest, claimed plainly.

“Good luck with that since I didn’t tell Nixie the ending either.” She snorted.

She soon found herself surrounded by the booing of various tones which started to grind against her nerves.

“Knock it off! If you’re not going to help with the laundry then go for a swim and cool your heads!” She commanded firmly pointing to the backdoor.

“Fine, but you’re gonna have to tell us the rest eventually.” Rem, the second oldest claimed while Gell herded the younglings from the room.

“Make sure the little ones don’t go too far from shore and keep an eye out for humans. I’m counting on you boys.”

“Yeah, yeah, what else is new?” Gell called out with a snort as he led the others to the back door.

Once she heard the back door close, Marley sighed heavily in relief.

“Finally, geez, they’re worse than seagulls.” She mumbled as she tried to fold laundry once more.

Suddenly, a hearty knock echoed from the front door, causing Marley to flatten on the couch with a huff, grabbing her pelt.

“Of course, because why not.” She groaned before peeling herself off the couch to answer the door.

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“Do you think she’ll ever tell us what happened to her?” Rem asked with a sigh as he dug his feet into the warm sand.

“I doubt it.” Gell answered while staring at the younglings playing in the waves.

“I mean, I know she makes up stories to tell us but do you really think she was kidnapped by demons?”

Gell just scoffed as his brother gave a snarky smirk in his direction. He then rested his head in the palm of his hand.

“Yeah right, she probably got caught by some poachers or drunk sailors and had to fight her way off the boat.”

Rem snorted out a laugh in response.

“Or she was fighting a Kraken while doing a deep dive.” He managed to chuckle out.

“Nah, if she did, we would still be eating calamari. On top of that, when was the last time she came home empty-handed?”

“But she didn’t, she got that new pelt, remember?”

Gell sighed before turning to his brother.

“Then where’s her old one? What happened to it? Have you ever heard about a selkie getting a new pelt before? Let alone one that looks that strange.”

Rem blinked in disbelief.

“Woah, you’ve been really thinking about this.”

Gell sighed as he scratched his head through his thick hair. Rem patted his brother on the shoulder and gave a light smile.

“Come on, don’t think too hard about it. Let’s just let Nixie handle it. It’s not like she’s crying for help or something.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

The boys suddenly jumped from their seats as Marley’s loud protest penetrated the house’s walls. Wasting no time, Gell told his brother to wait with the others as he rushed into the house from the back door. In a huff, he scanned the living room and headed toward the front door to see Marley tossed over the shoulder of a blue cloaked figure, banging on his back furiously. Cursing at him to put her down, the stranger simply scoffed as he headed out the door. Gell stood frozen as Marley continued to curse at the black-haired stranger who looked back at her with crimson eyes. His knees nearly gave out from underneath him as he tried to charge forward to help his guardian but he lost his steam as a rush of black feathers blocked his vision. Once the torrent was over, nothing was left but a single black feather laying in the door frame. His knees buckled in as he dropped to the floor and reached for the large feather with a shaky hand.

“Gell, Gell! What’s going on?!” Rem yelled from the back door to his brother.

“Demons are real!!!” Gell answered back with a shrill wail.

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“Put me down already!” Marley screamed in Lucifer’s ear.

“Gladly.” Lucifer answered as he roughly dropped her on the chair in his office.

Marley rubbed her bottom gingerly while Lucifer crossed his arms and stared at her with steel-like eyes.

“What the hell, Lucifer!? Who stuffed a bee in your collar!?” She protested loudly.

Lucifer didn’t answer, instead, his form slowly shifted as his clothing turned black and his horns pierced his ebony hair. His demonic aura crept upon the floor and encased the ground beneath Marley’s chair in jet-black shadow. Looking down at her feet and taking in the warping surroundings, Marley returned her vision to the now winged demon in front of her. Reading the room, Marley crossed her legs and pulled down her oversized hoodie before addressing Lucifer.

“You seem upset.” She calmly pointed out.

“Upset doesn’t begin to describe how I felt in the past month. Livid is a better word to use.”

“Hmm, I see. Well, it must have been very stressful.”

“You can say that.”

Marley smoothly got up from her seat and took in a gentle breath.

“Well, it’s been wonderful to see you again, give your brothers my love and you can send me back now.”

“Not a chance, especially considering the stunt you’ve pulled upon your first departure.”

“Come on, I have laundry and I want to fold it while it’s still warm.” Marley whined as her shoulders slumped.

“Is that truly your main concern right now!?” Lucifer hissed as his aura grew darker.

“Yeah, considering that I was kidnapped from my home this time! Seriously, what’s with the kidnapping, what the fuck is wrong with a letter!?”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“I’m not changing the subject, I’m just getting to the subtext!”

At this point, Lucifer and Marley’s conversation devolved from yelling to inhuman noises that echoed in the office. Since neither refused to budge, their base instincts came to the surface in the form of demonic growling and seal barking. Unfortunately, the sound of conflict spilled out of the room and attracted unwanted attention as a group of demon brothers poured themselves into the room. Marley turned her gaze only to be engulfed in layers of arguing demons.

“Get off of me, I was here first!” Levi claimed as he tried to push Mammon and Asmo away.

“Like hell, nerd! I ain’t got a chance to hang out with her yet!” Mammon hissed as he pushed back.

Asmo just took the opportunity to hold her closer, kissing her cheeks over and over.

“Mochi, I missed you soooo much, I’ve been so lonely without you~” Asmo cooed between kisses.

“Oi, get your hands off of her, Asmo! Don’t think you can run off with her!” Mammon yelled.

“Yeah, besides I’m her first demon and I get first dibs!” Levi added.

Satan kept close to the door as he watched his brothers tugging the surprised selkie back and forth between them. Finally having enough, an annoyed Marley released a wave of cold that repelled Asmo and Mammon, leaving Levi grasping onto her stubbornly.

“S-See? I’m the w-winner!” Levi claimed through his chattering teeth at his pouting brothers.

“You too, Geek Boy.” Marley claimed flatly as she lowered the temperature again, causing Levi to pull away to warm himself up.

The trio stared at her with puppy eyes only to receive a cold stern glare in return.

“Don’t give me that look, I’ve already had to deal with enough of that today!” She barked at the pouting demons.

She turned her attention back to the eldest brother who remained unfazed from the sudden cold.

“Send me back now, Lucy, and if my bedsheets get wrinkled, I swear to God.” Marley threatened slowly.

Lucifer didn’t even get a chance to respond before his brothers forced their opinions out in the open.

“W-wait, you’re going back already?” Levi questioned with big eyes.

“But you just got back here and you were gone forever!” Mammon added.

“Yeah, there’s so much we need to talk about, Mochi~” Asmo whined.

Marley snapped her gaze back to the trio with a surprised expression.

“I’ve. Been. Gone. For a month! What have you all been doing since I left?”

“Waiting for you to get back...” The trio said in a united pout.

Marley rolled her eyes as she turned back to the waiting Lucifer. Eventually, the trio began to beg Lucifer to let her stay while finding themselves clinging to Marley’s body once more. As the volume continued to rise, Lucifer’s anger began to boil to the point where his dark aura finally overtook the room and grabbed everyone’s attention.

“Can we focus on the true matter of hand?” He claimed coldly.

“And that would be?” She asked.

“Your sudden departure message, the picture that you decided to post on Devilgram.” Lucifer growled.

Marley thought for a moment to remember the picture before a genuine look of surprise came across her face.

“That’s why you have your panties in a bunch? For a picture? On the internet!?”

“It wasn’t a normal picture and you know that.”

Marley snorted out air as she turned her gaze away from the angered demon.

“Ok, so what? I put my pic on Devilgram, big deal.”

“You posted it on Lord Diavolo’s Devilgram, it’s a very big deal!”

Marley just tossed her arms in the air and scoffed at the issue, showing more concern for her laundry than the prince’s profile. Reading her expression, Lucifer’s rage peaked only to break away to an eerie calm that washed over his being. Seeing this, Marley stood on guard of the demon who put away his blackened wings and horns and took out a cold smile.

“What’s with that smile on your face, Lucifer?”

“I’m just thinking about how much school work you have to catch up on.”

“Excuse me?”

“You left in the middle of the term, without notice, so you have to make up all of the missed assignments. And you better maintain those impressive grades you’ve earned while you were sliding around. So you’re not going anywhere until it’s all finished.”

“EXCUSE ME!!?” Marley repeated louder.

However, her concerns were drowned out by the excited shrieks of the clinging demons on her body, all excited by the fact she would be living with them once more.

“Aww, Mochi, you get to live with us again~” Asmo chimed with his brothers in agreement.

“We have so many anime and manga to catch up on, not to mention the behind-the-scenes and director’s cut!” Levi added.

“BUT MY FUCKING LAUNDRY!!!” She screamed.

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belpheroo · 5 years ago

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home again home again

Pairing: Mammon x MC Rating: T Summary: A follow-up to the last day. MC Adjusts to life back in the human realm, but Devildom just can’t stay away.

As Lucifer had promised, when she returned home, no time had passed. It was as if that year, that time she spent in Devildom, belonged wholly to a time and a place outside of the realm of her human reality.

He had warned her some memories might soften, fading around the edges until she would start to question whether they had happened… but given her celestial heritage, perhaps she would have a different experience. She was no magic user like Solomon, but Lilith’s blood was magic in itself and that blood was in her veins, no matter how small.

She left her bags packed on her floor, venturing out her bedroom door and into the hallway. It was twilight, just like when she left, warm amber sunlight shining just barely over the edges of the window frames.

A clock ticked. Her cat mrrowed curiously from their sleeping spot. Her college texts laid on the small kitchen table, notebooks and pens scattered where she had left them.

Quietly, deliberately, she moved through her small kitchenette, putting on her electric kettle and taking down a familiar mug and a familiar bag of tea. She ripped open the package, set the bag in the mug and waited.

And waited.

And waited for it to feel real.

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A week went by and then another. Her morning classes came and went. She found herself falling behind her friends, not even listening to their chatter as she focused out on the people passing by on their street and across it.

“Who are you looking for?”

One of them had asked, smiling and cheeky.

“You have a date?”

There was no shock of white among the crowd, no familiar voice.

“... no, I’m just… people watching.”

By the time she got home and set down to study she noted all the doodles in her margins were of tiny lesser demons, with their top-hats and little horns.

She sighed, dropping her pencil in defeat and picking up her phone to check Devilgram. In front of her eyes, the screen displayed one sentence in a grey box:

Out of Service Zone

Mammon had said it would work, that it would still connect… but it seemed he was wrong. Instead, she navigated to her saved chats, flicking through lines of conversations and messages going back the course of the year. It was easy to get lost, to read and to laugh and think of those past conversations and of her boys, somewhere in a realm between worlds.

She knew it wasn’t a good idea to get too caught up, not when there was work still to be done. With a heart, no less heavy, she moved to set the device face down on her desk when she noted the screen had illuminated, the pale blue-green color showing against the table surface.

She held her breath as she turned it over.

Signal Found Reestablishing Connection…

…

Connection Reestablished

The access was slow, nothing had changed on the screen, no new notifications or chats. She waited, eager to see the little pink birds that would soon dot her screen. She wondered how they all had been doing, whether they missed her and how things were.

She had expected a few notifications, maybe even none. It had only been a week now. Instead, she opened the message center to a proverbial flood of little bird notifications. It was enough to make her laugh, the joy in her chest bursting forward as she opened the main chat group “House of Lamentation”. There were all the same questions she had for them- how are you? What have you been doing? Do you miss us?

Before responding though, her eyes caught to one of those messages with a little gold eye icon. The messages she was not supposed to be included on but for whatever reason her settings gave her access. She hadn’t seen this title before… the chat subject line simply her name followed by Absence Support Group

She clicked it.

Asmodeus: As discussed! This chat is for the support of all of us who miss our dearly departed exchange student.

Asmodeus: This is a judgement free zone <3

Satan: When you say it like that it sounds like she’s dead… couldn’t we all just text her when we miss her?

Asmodeus: Judgement. Free. Zone. ~<3

Levi: Unless your name is Stupid Mammon.

Mammon: HEY

Mammon: NO

Levi: sTuPiD mAmMoN

Belphie: Great. Another chat for me to mute. Zzz

Beel: Has anyone else texted her? I texted her. It isn’t open.

Asmodeus: Hmm? Yes, she hasn’t opened my pics either.

Mammon: PICS?

Asmodeus: Oh yes <3

Mammon: THE HELL KINDA PICS YOU SENDIN’ MY GIRL, ASSMO?

Asmodeus: Judgement Free Zone <3 <3 <3

Mammon has been muted for One minute.

Levi: You have GOT to show me how to do that!!!

Beel: I text her when I am thinking of her.

Beel: Yesterday, I got up for a snack. I stopped at her room and knocked to see if she wanted any.

Beel: I had forgotten.

Mammon’s muted minute had been up even, judging by the time stamps, but there was still a prolonged pause before someone else responded.

Satan: I remembered I lent her a book. The Corpus Hermetica. She left it in my room sometime before she left… her bookmark was still in it.

Beel: Are you using it?

Satan: I-- yes.

Belphie: I took a nap in her old bed the other day. The sheets don’t smell like her anymore.

Levi: … I’ve been playing her really crappy low leveled character in Memoirs of the Samurai-Ninja, Warriors of Dynasty 6. So she doesn’t get even MORE behind in events.

Mammon: Oi, back up. Belphie, you did WHAT now?!

Mammon has been muted for Two minutes.

Asmodeus: No judgment zone!!

And it went on like that. Day after day. One of them would post a thought or a feeling or a moment that struck them, that reminded them of her. It shocked her a bit when the dots of something typing began to appear, then disappear, then appear and… then disappear. And this carried on for a long time before finally a new message appeared.

Mammon: So. I’m totally NOT super completely upset but the other day I was doing some a m a z i n g modeling work and the camera lady asked me where my “human friend” was.

Mammon: Threw even me, THE Mammon, off his game.

Asmodeus: Because they called her your “friend” instead of your “girlfriend”? <3

Mammon: No!

Mammon: But she is. 😈

Belphie: What if she gets a human boyfriend?

Mammon: EH?! No way! No human boy can compare to ME.

Satan: Well, you are here. She is there. Do you really expect her to wait for you?

Mammon: …

Belphie: Maybe she’d wait for one of us. But Mammon?

Mammon: H-hey! What happened to the judgment free zone?!

Satan: Would explain why she hasn’t called.

Belphie: Or texted.

Mammon: …

She felt her heart sink. She didn’t have a human boyfriend! She’d just had absolutely no SIGNAL since she had gotten back to the human realm! Panicking, she hurried to the phone section of the D.D.D and pulled Mammon’s contact up.

Hurriedly she pressed the dial, listening to the faint tone as it rang.

And rang.

The connection was in and out again, sometimes the ring distorted with feedback. The call dropped and quickly she re-dialed again.

“C’mon… c’mon! Mammon! Pick up!”

Click.

The ringing stopped. The timer flickered on. Call Ongoing 00:03.

“Mammon?! Are you there? Can you hear me?”

There was a voice, but it was choppy and undecipherable.

“My D.D.D. isn’t working right! I can’t understand you, but if you can understand me I-- I wanted to call and say-- um. I wanted to say--!”

The line was quiet.

“I miss you all so much! S-so… please convince Lucifer to let me visit! Or come visit me!”

The phone made a sound, a strangled static burst. The battery flickered even though it had been nearly full just moments ago.

“The connection is draining my stupid phone! Ugh, I’m sorry! Tell everyone I said hello and I miss them!” she paused, words stuck on her tongue as she tried to get them out, “And Mammon… I miss you most! And I love--”

The phone made a ding sound as the battery finally and truly died. She dove to her bag, digging out the charger and desperately trying to plug it in. The first time in weeks she managed to get a call in and the human realm to Devildom signal was that bad?!

“Stupid phone. Stupid stupid stupid…”

There was a faint smell, like sulphur or burning wood. She made a face, looking over the device for any sign of damage and finding none at all. That was odd… but still she could smell an ever growing scent like something had caught fire.

Standing up, she turned half towards the hall and abruptly dropped her phone in sheer shock, the device clattering loudly.

Mammon was breathing heavily, steam coming off his body in waves. He was in his devil-form, all horns and wings.

“Wh...what… was that… last bit?” he panted, leaning against the hallway wall, “I didn’t… hear all of it!”

“You came all the way here just to finish a phone call?” she said teasingly, knowing full well what it was he really came for.

“Please! A… transport like that… is ah- nothing! To the Great Mammon!” he was still out of breath, but catching it quickly, “Now. What did you say?”

There was nothing suave in his question, nothing concealed or charming. There was something more desperate in his eyes, something needy. Her lips curled into a fond smile as she found the words came so much easier the second time.

“Mammon, I love you.”

“... of course ya do.” Mammon said, crossing the space between her both until she was snuggly in his arms. He was warm, warmer than usual after his trip, but that smell would HAVE to go.

“You need a bath.”

“Tch… then give me one.” he grumbled in reply.

Who would possibly say no?

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innocent-chris-evans-slut · 5 years ago

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Bi(e)tter Life - Part Two

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Bi(e)tter Life - Chapter Two

Steve Rogers x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Summary: Steve Rogers is determined to take down all the HYDRA agents still operating. Among them, he knows there is his childhood best friend, Bucky, but he still doesn’t know he isn’t the only person from his past coming back to life.

Warning(s): mention of death, blood

1945, 6th August - Hiroshima

What made you open your eyes was a terrible headache.

You tried to swipe some sweat from your forehead with your hand but when your fingers touched your temples, you screamed in pain. Something really hot left you burned. You sat up and stared at your hands, finding nothing strange on them. So, you touched your arm, but something burned you again.

What was happening to you?

You stopped looking at your hands when your entire body caught your attention. You were fully covered with terrain; it was in your arms, your torso, even on your legs. You got up and searched around you as you couldn’t understand where you were. There weren’t any trees, or any kind of plant life for what you could see. Your eyes searched for any referment, which could bring you back to your tent.

But there was anything that could help you.

All around you there was fire, trees had been burned, remains of dead animals were in your way and you almost threw up when you almost fell on a deer’s horns -risking life and limb.

“Is there anyone?” you asked for help, but nobody answered your question. You never stopped walking, you kept searching for any sign of life, yet you didn’t find anything.

You hoped someone could have helped you in the city, so you took out your compass from the pocket of your trousers and made your way through fire and death, heading to the town. You kept looking around yourself; where once there was life, now there was only death, and you didn’t see a single animal, or plant, breathing.

With the help of that little object, you quickly found the road which would have brought you to the city, yet the more you approached your destination, the more you realized that maybe the explosion could have arrived also there. It was so giant that you’d never seen anything like that -and you had been living in an internment camp for a very long time.

But it wasn’t the right time to think about it.

(Author’s note: in this Alternative Universe, Civil War happened, but Chris, Bucky and Tony managed to solve their problems – a pacific solution)

2016, May – New York

“Pal, are you sure I can come with you?” it was the third time Bucky asked that question to Steve, who was driving Sam and him to the Avengers compound, “I mean… Tony wasn’t very happy about me joining the team”.

“He’s a man of few words”, was the only comment Steve made, he kept his eyes on the road and he had his serious expression on, “Moreover he won’t be there every day, only every now and then. And he will help you reprogram your mind”.

Neither Sam, nor Bucky, said anything else after Steve’s statement. The soldier knew how grateful he should have been with his childhood friend and his fellows, for welcoming him in their house. As they arrived the compound, Bucky was left out of words by the complexity, yet the beauty of the building in front of his eyes. He couldn’t believe he would have lived there for the next months -maybe years- with his new fellows.

Once they got out of the car, Rogers was reached by Sharon Carter, who had been waiting for him for the previous two hours, “Sergeant Barnes, good to have you here”, the two shook their hands and let them go, very carefully.

It wasn’t the first time Sam saw pretty women around Steve Rogers, though he was surprised Bucky didn’t like her, “She’s a good woman. She helped us, remember? You shouldn’t look at her like that”, he was referring to the cold, dead glare he had on.

“I’m very cautious”, Bucky replied giving a look around himself, then looked into Sam’s eyes and added: “About everyone around me”.

After some seconds of silence from Sam, Natasha walked out the meeting room and welcomed the newcomer into the compound, and into his new house. She walked them around for a while, showing Bucky where was the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, and a lot of other rooms he would have lived every day.

“At the lowest floor there’s the gym”, Nat said pushing the button in the elevator, “You can use it whenever you want. And there’s also a pool”, as the door of the training room were opened, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha got in and looked around themselves.

Sam was now used to the place, Natasha more than him, instead Bucky was new to all of that and, surprisingly, it left him out of words -again. Sure, it was very different from the HYDRA basis in which he had been; at the compound there was no one controlling his mind, sending him to kill innocent people, but most of all there was his best friend.

“Your room is on the fifth floor, like all the others”, she pressed another button inside the elevator and the doors closed in front of them, “Each room has a code, so remember yours. We don’t use keys here”.

“Yeah, I got it. You aren’t old-style kind of people”, Bucky said in an amused, yet bothered, tone.

Sam gave Bucky time to tidy up his room. The soldier emptied his backpack on the bed and put his not many clothes inside the wardrobe which was given to him, together with his huge set of guns and rifles. A very few items went on the shelves above the desk: some books and photos.

“You didn’t have much, did you?” Steve’s voice came straight to Bucky’s ears, who turned around and found his best friend lying against the door frame, “How are you?”

Buck sat next to him, on the bed, and smiled, remembering when they were younger and their feet couldn’t touch the floor when sitting, “I’m trying to settle in”. He asked a couple of questions about the job he would have begun with Tony the following week.

“Are those…” the Captain said pointing at a metal box on the top of a shelf. He sat up and reached for it with his large hand, “…old photos of us?”

“Yeah, open it. I’d like to frame them and maybe hang them on the wall.”

As his friend gave him his permission, Steve opened the box and smiled, looking at all the photos and gadgets inside it. There were a lot of pic portraying them together -when they were children, Steve’s glow up (before and after the serum), and when they fought together, side by side, in Europe, against Hitler.

“She was really beautiful”, the Captain said, rubbing his thumb over the face of a young lady.

She was in the exact middle between him and Bucky, hugging both of them with her thin, pale arms, and smiling at the camera. The two boys -who weren’t more than twelve in that picture, weren’t looking at the camera, but at her, and they were showing their smiles too.

1940 - Brooklyn

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Y/N, happy birthday to you.”

At your birthday party there were a very few people; after all you hadn’t a lot of friends. There was your family and your two best friends, Steve and James. As they sang you ‘happy birthday’, your mother put your birthday cake down in front of you.

You had a huge smile on, and you clapped your hands together with all the others. When it came to blow the candles, you blew with all the strength you had. Everybody clapped their hands once all the lights went on and one by one they left two kisses on your cheeks.

Steve and Bucky, your two best friends, came up next to you and your father was handed a camera from the brown-haired guy on your right. They hugged you and kissed your cheeks, while your father took photos of you three.

2016 – New York

“Where is she?” Bucky asked Steve.

The truth was that Steve hoped he could have given him a certain answer, inste he had to shake his head and intertwine his fingers, “I’ve been looking for her since the day I came back to life, but I’ve never found her”.

“We’ll do it. Together”, Bucky put his arm around his friend’s shoulders and patted it, “Y/N was our best friend. We’ll find her and we’ll give her the end she deserves”.

Steve was about to speak, when someone knocked on the door. Without waiting for a permission to go in, Natasha entered the room and both men soon sat up.

“Agent Barnes. Captain Rogers”, she greeted both of them, “Steve, we have a lead about the last HYDRA agent”.

The Captain grumbled and followed his friend outside Bucky’s room; while Natasha walked through the corridor, Steve and James walked closely behind her -exchanging a word every now and then.

Bucky offered his help to his friend, in case he needed some, though he couldn’t really recognize faces -since his mind had been cleared after every task he’d accomplished through the years. He was brought into a office, which he supposed belonged to Steve, and sat down on a chair next to Natasha.

Rogers was handed a dossier by the Black Widow.

“The agent we are searching is, actually, a lady. She’s twenty-five and her origins are unknown. Her latest position is Brooklyn. She’s found refuge in an abandoned house”, the lady gave Steve the address of the place where the enemy was.

That street wasn’t unfamiliar to Steve, neither to Bucky -who was given the piece of paper by his best friend. Both men opened wide their eyes and stared at each other for a long time, before going back to normal.

“Are you sure, Natasha?”

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xillveart · 5 years ago

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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic

Story Warnings: Phone sex, sexting, dirty and degrading talk, Bakugou’s really fluffy don’t @ me.

a/n: I was going to do like... the fake text screenshots along with this story and draw the pictures that they are sending to each other, but I was just getting too frustrated with it and I couldn’t find the time I needed to do it all, so I’m just gonna go with normal text lol. Maybe next time!

Tagging @lady-bakuhoe ‘cause she’s been so excited about this and pumping me up about it, and @rhombea ‘cause she read it over and helped me with it, and just because I adore them both. (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Art in banner by me

Me = Koge Cutesuki = Bakugou

Me 3:03 AM: I miss you, Katsuki. I can’t sleep. (>﹏<)

A small sigh left Koge’s lips as she stared at her phone screen, rolling over onto her side to face the wall. The spot beside her was empty, the pillow untouched and the sheets cold, which was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. Sure, she had spent many nights alone when her lover was off on a trip or on a late-night job, but that didn’t matter. No amount of time could make her get used to being alone, not when she was so used to and craved his presence. It was truly miserable when he was gone, even though she did everything she could think of to try and distract herself.

She spent time with her friends, watched movies, played video games, did yoga and meditation, went shopping, read books, and anything else she could possibly squeeze in so that the only time she was undistracted was while attempting to sleep. Along with texts and phone calls from him, she could get by, especially if the trip was only a few days or a week. But right now, he had been gone for a month. All the distractions in the world couldn’t stop her loneliness now, and what was worse, he was on the other side of the world in America.

There was a huge hero conference being held in New York and being one of the top young heroes in Japan, he had been invited along with quite a few others. He was horribly busy, every day being either an event for the conference, meetings, or doing touristy things with his friends that had gone with him. Koge was glad that he wasn’t alone, with at least Kirishima and Midoriya there to keep him company, but damn was she jealous. She wished that she had been able to go with him, too, but her work responsibilities at home prevented her from leaving.

It didn’t help that the times were so different on top of everything else. It was difficult for Koge to find time to talk to Bakugou for more than a few minutes over the phone, since he was 13 hours behind her in time. Right now, for him, it was just past two in the afternoon, meaning that he was probably in the middle of an event or maybe eating lunch.

Meanwhile, Koge laid in bed, alone, cold, and bundled up in multiple fleece blankets for comfort as she waited for his response.

When her phone buzzed in her hand sooner than expected, her eyes were instantly on the new text message, cuddling up tighter under the blankets.

Cutesuki 3:07 AM: you need to try to sleep, utsuro. its late.

Me 3:07 AM: I know, but… It’s hard without you. (｡•́︿•̀｡) I’m cold.

Cutesuki 3:08 AM: i already know youre bundled up under all those fucking blankets, probably wearing my clothes, too. spray some of my cologne on my pillow or something.

Me 3:08 AM: You know me so well. ( ◡‿◡ *) I am just as you say. And I already put some on my pillow… I didn’t want to mess with yours.

Cutesuki 3:09 AM: considerate. of course youre in my clothes, might as well throw all of yours out.

Me 3:09 AM: Hehe… ( ´ ▽ ` ) They’re just so comfy!

Cutesuki 3:09 AM: which?

Immediately, Koge felt heat rush to her cheeks, biting down onto her bottom lip as her stomach fluttered. He wanted to know what she was wearing. He had to be out and about right now, so what was he getting at?

During trips like this, the two of them were no strangers to phone sex, exchanging sexy pictures or messing around on video chat if they were able. Sadly, Bakugou was also sharing a hotel room with his friends to save on funds, so time alone was scarce for him. In fact, the entire time he had been gone, they hadn’t been able to have more than a slightly flirtatious conversation before he had to go. Koge’s toys could satisfy her in the moment, but nothing could ever compare to the way he made her feel and the pleasure they could create together. Just the thought of the intimacy they shared made her body grow hot, squeezing her bare thighs together to try and relieve the new aching at her hips.

Cutesuki 3:11 AM: well?

Sitting up, Koge reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table before leaning back against the headboard. Holding her phone out, she took a selfie, doing her best to make sure she got a flattering angle that showed her body beneath his black skull t-shirt and her bare legs, with a playful smirk and a peeking tongue being all that was visible of her face. Satisfied, she sent it to him, settling down to wait with her legs stretched out in front of her. As she waited, her heart only pounded harder in her chest, hoping that is what he had wanted to see.

Me 3:12 AM: (*´︶`*)

Cutesuki 3:16 AM: fuck.

Cutesuki 3:16 AM: it would be that shirt.

Cutesuki 3:16 AM: youre so predictable.

Me 3:17 AM: Well if you know, why’d you want to see? (¬‿¬ )

Cutesuki 3:18 AM: i need something to jack off to.

Koge’s body was immediately covered in goosebumps, making her shiver and squeal quietly to herself, bringing her phone up to her lips and kicking her legs like an excited child. Maybe he finally had some time to himself? Or was he hiding away in a bathroom somewhere? Any option turned her on.

Me 3:18 AM: That’s all that’ll get you off, huh? ┐(︶▽︶)┌ Guess my job is done.

Cutesuki 3:19 AM: dont be a smartass. more.

Me 3:19 AM: More? (◕‿◕✿)

Cutesuki 3:19 AM: now bitch. or would you rather miss out on this?

Within the next few seconds, he sent in his own picture, displaying his hips, clad in grey sweatpants. He seemed to be sitting on a bed with what looked to be a hotel room behind him, but that didn’t matter to Koge. All she was focused on was his hand, which was clutching onto the hard form of his cock beneath the fabric, showing off his size. Feeling as if her heart was in her throat, Koge squeezed and rubbed her thighs together, looking over every inch of him she could see, from the peek of his belly beneath his shirt to the strong veins that ran along his rugged hand and up his arm. “Damn you, Katsuki! You hot asshole.”

Me 3:20 AM: Challenging me, huh? (ಠ_ಠ)

Cutesuki 3:20 AM: im threatening you. show me your tits.

Unable to stop the smirk that crossed her lips, Koge pulled the t-shirt up, holding the bottom hem of it between her teeth. With only slight position and maneuvering, Koge was able to get a similar selfie as the one a moment ago, showing her legs, torso, and mouth. This time, she had the shirt taught so that it held her breasts in place, only showing a nice and plump peek of the bottom of them, along with her stomach. Her mouth was in a teasing smile, teeth shown clamped down around the shirt, and little pale blue undies fit snugly on her hips.

Me 3:23 AM: (¯▿¯)

Cutesuki 3:26 AM: fuck youre such a tease.

Cutesuki 3:26 AM: i miss you.

A new picture came along with his message, bringing a new wave of heat to her already aching cunt. His cock was now out of his pants, hard and irresistible, crowned with a dribble of precum that had begun its descent down the underside of his head. He wasn’t touching it, using his free hand to hold his sweats down out of the way instead, but Koge could still see a little dark area that had gotten wet before he decided to expose himself. He had also removed his shirt at some point, so his muscular frame was visible.

Giving a frustrated groan, Koge slipped her hand between her legs, beginning to lightly stroke along her sex outside of her underwear. Already soaked through, she couldn’t get her eyes off the picture, nibbling at her bottom lip as she pleasured herself. Every vein and girthy inch of him had her entire body on fire, wanting more than anything for him to shove that beautiful cock down her throat. She missed his hands on her body, the warmth of him against her and how delicious he tasted.

Me 3:28 AM: Ooh, I get the dick before I even show you the tits? You must be horny.

Cutesuki 3:28 AM: you’re killing me.

Me 3:29 AM: ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

Sinking down a bit more against the headboard, Koge pulled the t-shirt up over her breasts, being sure to hold her arms in a way that nicely squished them together. Her recently fully healed nipple piercings gleamed in the dim light, and since they were so enticing, Koge decided to get a shot of the other piercing. Getting her mouth in the frame, she opened wide and let her tongue loll out, displaying the piercing on the wet muscle as well. He had yet to really get the chance to play with her with them both fully healed, so she knew this would set him off.

Cutesuki 3:32 AM: fuck. I want to fuck that pretty mouth

Me 3:33 AM: Want to fuck my throat raw, huh? Or maybe my tits?

Cutesuki 3:33 AM: show them closer.

Me 3:33 AM: nuh uh. Pic for pic, right?

Koge moved her fingers back between her legs, rubbing her clit on the outside of her soaked panties. Though, what she received wasn’t a picture. It was a video, the preview making her immediately slip her hand inside her underwear for direct and more vigorous contact.

Pressing play, she felt her entire body quiver at the view, which was filmed from where she would assume his left knee would be. The frame tilted up, his hips all the way up to his nose was visible, showing a clear view of him pumping his cock and frustrated snarl.

“Pic for pic, Utsuro? You fucking tease. Hmn, fuck-“ His voice cut off with a grunt, followed by a deep groan as he picked up the pace on jacking off. “Show me what you really want, whore.”

When the video cut off, Koge couldn’t resist playing it again, beginning to plunge two of her fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched him. It was so hot, his voice so gruff and filled with passion, that sexy growl with each degrading word making her heart race faster. She could only imagine what he’d be doing with that sexual tension; his hand around her throat as he fucked her into the mattress. Or perhaps his fist balled up in her hair while he made her gag on his cock.

Although she didn’t want to stop, she took a moment to slip her undies off, tossing them away. Positioning the phone, Koge used her free hand to spread her glistening pussy open, showing him just how wet she was.

Me 3:40 AM: I want your dick inside me, Katsuki. I want you to fuck me like the little horny bitch I am.

Cutesuki 3:41 AM: good girl.

Me 3:41 AM: I want to hear you. Can you call me?

The instant the phone began to ring, and his adorably innocent picture appeared on screen, Koge answered it, holding the phone up to her ear as she continued to rub delicious circles on her clit. “Katsuki…” She couldn’t restrain a soft moan, slipping two of her fingers into her cunt at the ragged sound of his breathing. “I wish you were here with me.”

“You just can’t stand being without my cock, huh, little whore?” Bakugou’s voice was deep and quiet, making Koge sink further down to lay and dig her fingers in deeper. She could almost feel his body on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress as he hissed in her ear, his thick fingers teasing her pussy in punishment. “You’re such a nasty fuck, always begging for me to fuck you.”

Koge was sure to let her voice flow freely, not restricting and moans or gasps of pleasure. “I love it so much, Katsuki. I love your big dick inside me! I want to cum all over it-” She paused just to hear the soft and frustrated grunts he made, even able to hear his hand working over his cock in a quick and steady rhythm. “Yes, Katsuki. You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Much to her surprise, Koge found that even she was getting close to cumming quickly with just her fingers, which was a feat in of itself. After years of being with Bakugou, of growing so used to the way he fucked her, she found that something so tame as fingering herself couldn’t usually get the job done. A toy or two usually had to be used to get her off, but tonight, all she needed was the sound of his voice and a vivid imagination.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ close. Damn it, Utsuro, your voice is fucking hot. And those shitty piercings… fuck!”

“Mm, that’s right,” Koge’s voice hitched, moving her fingers back to her clit to work herself over the edge. “That’s it, Katsuki! Cum for me-” She was cut off again by her own moan, leaning her head back into her pillow as her hips arched up into her fingers. Straining against the sore burning in her forearm, she forced her hand to continue rubbing, listening closely to Bakugou’s own groans and curses of pleasure. She could tell the exact moment that he came, his voice growing into a deeper growl and trembling with relieved sighs. He couldn’t hold it for very long, and just the thought that he had been wanting her so badly immediately pushed Koge over the edge as well.

Entire body quivering and twitching with the force of her orgasm, Koge clutched her thighs together, slowly and lightly letting her fingers slide across her pulsing sex to ride out the orgasm. In truth, she wasn’t sure how loud she had been or what she might have said when she came. All she had done was listen to Bakugou as he finished, imagining that tight grip on her hips and his hot release inside her. She could feel those rough and calloused hands slide up her sides, caressing her body so close and lovingly after ravaging her completely.

Relaxing her body back against the bed, Koge rolled over onto her side, nuzzling her face against her pillow and taking in the scent of his cologne. On the other end, she could hear him still panting to catch his breath, though a sharp chuckle cut him off.

“You sniffing some dirty boxers, Utsuro?”

“What?! No! I’ve never been that desperate.” Koge couldn’t resist her own soft giggle, smiling against the pillowcase. “I told you, I put some of your cologne on my pillow.”

“Stalker.”

Before she could respond, Koge got a message alert, pulling her phone away from her ear. Putting him on speaker, she opened the message, feeling her entire body flush hot again at the sight of him. Hand still around his dick, his lower stomach, sweatpants and fingers had dribbles of his cum, gleaming against the well-lit room. With a groan, Koge rubbed her thighs together again. “Man, I wanna lick it off!”

“Where’s mine?”

Sitting up again, Koge got into another pose, making sure her chest was exposed along with her puffy and wet pussy that was still tender with the need for more attention. Lips also in the frame, she puckered them in a sweet kiss, her fingers in a cute peace sign to go with it. After sending it, she pulled the shirt down and got comfortable again, smiling as she heard him give a short chortle.

“Cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“That’s my new phone background.”

“No! Someone will see it!”

“No one ever sees my phone, stupid. I’m not an idiot like you who leaves it out where everyone can see the screen. Besides, they’ll catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman they’ll ever see. That’s a privilege.”

Cheeks flushing, Koge cuddled her blankets to her tightly, nuzzling herself into her pillow. “That’s not true… I’m not the most beautiful.”

“You are to me.”

“You’re too sweet. Turning me into mush over here when I can’t kiss you. Usually I’m the one doing the sweet talking.”

“I miss you. This last week can’t go by fast enough. All this shit is great for my brand, but damn, I’m worn out. All this social interaction is fucked.”

“Is that why you’re in your hotel room today? Isn’t it like two in the afternoon?”

“I didn’t have a panel today to go to, but Kirishima and Deku did. I could have gone out, but I decided to stay in and relax. I’m kinda glad you weren’t able to sleep.”

Reaching over, Koge turned off the bedside table lamp, placing the phone down on his pillow as she snuggled up nice and tight into her blankets. “Aw, I had good luck then today. I’m really glad. Tell me about it! How’s it been?”

Koge wasn’t sure how long they talked, with him chatting on and on about what was happening, who he had met, and what benefits the convention had towards his hero branding. They laughed and got annoyed together. Bashed on this person or praised this company. Reminisced about what they missed of each other and what they wanted to do when he returned. But, at one point, Koge drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice and his scent on her pillow.

When she awoke to the sound of her alarm going off, Koge yawned and gave a heavy stretch, snatching her phone off the bed beside her, since it had at some point fallen off his pillow. Turning off the alarm, she looked at the time, immediately feeling guilt weigh heavily on her chest. “Oh no, I fell asleep talking to him… My poor Katsuki.”

Rolling over onto her back, she went into her text messages to send him a good morning and apologize, but what she saw there instead made her stop. Bakugou had cleaned up and changed into some new lounge clothes, getting kind of an awkward selfie of him with the city view behind him as he stood on the balcony of his hotel room. It was a cute and innocent exchange compared to the debauchery that had occurred just a few hours ago, and it brought a fluttering to Koge’s stomach.

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: i could tell you fell asleep from your snoring. its cute.

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: glad i could make your stubborn ass fall asleep.

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: love you. call me around 10. the two idiots will be gone for a while tonight. maybe we can have round 2.

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: xo

Smiling, Koge opened her camera and took a picture of her own, sleepy faced and smiling, still bundled up in her blankets. Attaching it to her message, she put the phone down once she responded, giving another stretch and a rub of her eyes.

Me 8:02 AM: I love you too, my Katsuki. I’m sorry I crashed. (╥﹏╥)

Cutesuki 8:03 AM: new bg picture.

Me 8:03 AM: What?? (・・;)ゞ Just pick one! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Cutesuki 8:04 AM: youre beautiful in all of them, dumbass, i cant pick.

Cutesuki 8:04 AM: cant text right now. call me around 10. love you.

Me 8:04 AM: I love you more! (♡‿♡) Cutesuki 8:05 AM: youll never. xo

Me 8:05 AM: (´ ε ` )♡

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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In Dreams

Warnings: non(dub)con sex, somniphilia, hint of cock warming.

This is dark(ish)!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky comes home.

Note: Short but not sweet. I’ve chosen to neglect my original work because I suck and it’s just not working out like I want it to so I’m taking a breather for the day. That being said, I hope you like this.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog and leave a thought/comment/feedback. <3

She was on the couch. As she was every time he came home. A whole two weeks away and he found her just the same. She couldn’t sleep in the bed without him, that’s what she said. It was sweet and even a little sad.

Bucky closed the door, sure not to let it bang clumsily against the frame. He slid the chain into place as he moved quietly around the apartment. The small throw was tangled between her legs, her ass peeked out from beneath the long tee. Her back was to him as he watched the subtle rise and fall of her breath.

He hung his jacket on the rack and untied his grimy boots. He left them on the mat as he stood and neared the couch. She looked cozy, even if her face was buried against a square pillow. The curves of her body drew him in. Less sweet and innocent, more sensual and tempting.

He pulled his tee over his head as he stopped beside the couch. He dropped the cotton to the floor and undid the fly of his jeans. A twitch. He was getting hard looking down at her. So unaware of his presence; his admiration; his sudden need.

He undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the carpet. He soft snore urged him on. He thought about stopping, about letting her sleep. It was a long two weeks. He missed her. Thought of her in that dark tower, his sniper in the window; his only friend. An old, resented ally. A part of him worse than the vibranium gifted him by his former keepers.

He was careful not to jostle her. He wasn’t sure why. If she woke, he was certain she’d easily acquiesce. The pic she’d sent him last night, the hem of tee against her thigh, hinting at what was just a few inches away, barely hidden by the grey cotton, suggested as much.

He eased himself onto the cushion and pressed his naked body to hers. He ran his hand along her side and down her hip. He tugged at the throw three times before it loosened. It slipped from between her legs and he tossed it over his thigh to the floor. A soft whoosh and her breathing was the only sound left to keep pace with his heart.

He tickled her thigh. He thought of how she would squirm and squeal if she were awake, but she wasn’t. She slept still. Her leg twitched but nothing significant. Not enough to jolt her back to the world. He pushed up the tee and moved his hand between their bodies to cup her ass. His cock brushed against her. It sent a thrill through him. He squeezed, surprised that she still did not stir.

He snaked his hand along her hip and around her. He hovered just above her vee before tenuously touching her. He felt the soft hair, carefully trimmed. She looked forward to his return. He drew circles in the fine curls and inhaled the scent of her hair.

His hand drifted lower to the inside of her thigh. He pushed her legs apart and felt around. Her snores caught in her throat and he froze. Asleep. His heart hammered against his chest as he propped himself up on his metal elbow and watched his hand delve deeper as he explored her folds. She was wet in seconds. He paused and listened. Still...sleeping.

He should wake her. Stop and act like he’d just laid down beside her. Like he’d just got home and was tired. He was tired but he was also insatiable. He wanted her. More than the first night they’d been together. When he was shy and she guided him. Led his hesitant hand until he was not so afraid to hurt her. He would never.

He lifted her leg further and tilted his pelvis. His cock slipped between her thighs and grazed his wet fingers and her pussy. He groaned and touched his tip, pressed it between her lips. He felt her arousal. Her unconscious response to him.

He held his breath as he moved his hips and used two fingers to spread her. He guided his cock between his index and middle finger. His tip was there, just a little more and he’d be inside. He looked at her. He face was no longer deep in the pillow, though she hugged it tightly. Her head was tilted back and her parted lips allowed her thick breath to escape in rasps. Almost like moans.

He slid inside of her and was surprised by his own loud gasp. She was tight and warm and she clung to him deliciously. He impaled her inch by inch and his voice got louder until it died in his throat. He was at his limit; physically, mentally. He never realized how much he needed her until he was away so long.

He turned his arm and shoved it under her. The vibranium pushed beneath her and he hugged her chest, his metal fingers kneaded her tit through the cotton. He gulped as he pulled back and thrust slowly. Once, twice, three times. He stopped and relished the feel of her around him. His body shook and he closed his eyes.

Her name floated from his lips. His hips rocked again as he pushed her pelvis back. It eased his thrusts and he didn’t stop this time. Couldn’t, really. He sensed a change; in her breath, in her body, in the arch of her spine, but he just didn’t care.

He wanted her, he had her, and he was going to take every bit of her until she had every bit of him.

You slept heavily. Late nights added up and you barely recalled falling asleep on the couch. Your head was hazy and you dreams were barely more than static. Choppy story lines, familiar and unfamiliar faces, vague and heightened emotions. Reality was a blur in the back of your mind. The curtains were firmly shut.

And then it became clear. The tickle in your stomach, no your thighs, wait, deeper. Right at your core. Subtle at first, but persistent. Intensifying until it was impossible to ignore. The buzz filled you and the goosebumps pricked. You heard your voice and another. Heavy breaths, more than just your own.

More. You were completely full. Filled to the brim with delight. With something so very familiar. A sensation you missed. A warmth you knew well. You welcomed it. It felt so real. This dream. It was as if he was really there with you. As if he was truly touching your body.

Your lashes fluttered and you gasped. The light blue cushion faced you as the couch rocked beneath you. You were awake but it still felt like a dream. You let go of the square pillow as the vibranium finger squeezed your tit. As the flesh met yours again and again.

You reached back and felt Bucky’s muscular thigh as he thrust into you over and over. You arched as you welcomed him. Too surprised to be repulsed. Your body combated your mind. The shock not enough to overpower the pleasure that flowed from him into you.

“Bucky…” You breathed and his hand moved.

He dragged his arm up between you and the couch and his vibranium fingers covered your mouth. His other hand released your hip and found your clit. You couldn’t pull away as he fucked you.

When you said his name again, it was trapped in his metal palm. His fingers tightened and he nuzzled against your neck. He shushed you as he carried on. His thick breaths were mixed with quiet grunts.

“I missed you,” He whispered and bent his head. His teeth grazed your shoulder and he bit down. You squeaked but it made no noise. You swallowed the sound and he sped up.

He leaned against you until you rolled onto you stomach. He went with you and his weight kept you pinned. He shushed you again and moved his metal hand. He played with your clit as he pulled one of your hands and then the other above your head. He brought them together as you let him guide you pliantly.

He’d never been like this. So determined, so...hungry. The sound of flesh grew louder as his fingers wrapped around your wrists and he squeezed. He pushed his elbow into the cushion as he kept your hands in his and he raised himself just a little.

Harder. Harder. You could hear the force as much as you could feel it. The desperation, the impatience that had driven him to awaken you thus. He sank into you again and again. Your body bounced between him and the couch. Your breath dampened the cushion beneath you and you couldn’t help the thrill that began to trickle down your spine.

You tried to hold your breath, tried to resist the twisted pleasure. It only made it worse as the pressure gathered. The heat burst all at once and you whined into the couch. You crumbled beneath him and the waves crashed against the wall again and again until you disassembled entirely.

You closed your eyes. Was it a dream after all? Your body didn’t feel like yours. Because it wasn’t, it was his. He was claiming it. Claiming you. You were his. You’d always been but he was taking all of you.

He slipped his arm from around you and let go of your wrists. His fingers stretched across your hair as his head fell down beside yours. He jerked into you sharply as his motion wavered and he growled as he came. So carnal, so hot, so...slick.

Your eyes shot open. Still out of breath, you struggled to find your voice as he slowed and stopped entirely. He stayed inside of you as his sweaty body melded to yours.

“B-Bucky...did you...a condom…” You’d never been with him without one. Call you prim, call you prudish, you practiced safety. Iyhad barely been six months. Everything else moved fast, this didn’t need to.

“I wanted to feel you,” He didn’t move as he settled on top of you. “Can you feel me?”

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twdmusicboxmystery · 4 years ago

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FTWD 6x10 - Handle With Care

How did everyone like Fear? I have to admit, the first time I watched it, I didn’t’ see much. But that’s probably when I first watched, I was SUPER tired. When I re-watched, I found much more. Amazing how that works. ;D

***As always, spoilers abound for Fear 6x10 below. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***

This episode centers mostly around Daniel. Grace starts having contractions, and they don’t know if they’re Braxton Hicks or if she’s really in labor. Morgan wants to go get a fetal monitor he left at the water tower. Since Sherry is there, she lets him use the MWRAP so he can get there and back quickly. He leaves Daniel in charge.

When everyone first comes in, they make everyone lock their weapons in the armory. Only Daniel and Morgan have the keys. After Morgan leaves, Daniel gathers everyone to talk about the situation with this other group, but they just all end up fighting and not trusting one another. Then something explodes.

They run over and there was some dynamite that went off. No one was hurt, and Daniel says it was probably an accident. But everyone starts getting really suspicious of one another. The sound of the explosion brings walkers. A lot of them. Daniel decides to get into the gun locker, just in case, but when he goes in, all the guns are gone. Someone has taken them. No one knows who, or at least they aren’t telling.

Afraid the walkers will breach the walls, Daniel sends Grace to a *fishing shack* (not only symbolism but remember that) just in case. He later sends Charlie to be with her.

Some of the walkers get in and it’s revealed that Strand has a gun he didn’t turn in. So Daniel thinks he took the guns and puts him in jail. Just as it seems the walkers might get in, and Daniel is ready to shoot Strand, Morgan returns and the guns on the MWRAP take care of the walker problem.

Then Morgan goes to find Grace and Daniel still doesn’t believe Strand didn’t take the guns. But Morgan radios when he gets to the shack and says Grace isn’t there. She radios them later and is fine and they go get her.

Daniel asks why she didn’t go to the shack and she says he told her to go to the caverns. Charlie confirms that, and he even marked it on the map for them. The caverns.

Couple of things here before I go on.

1) There’s a major hallucination/delusion theme going on here. Given the Leah episode, that caught my attention. Let me say that it doesn’t LOOK anything like the Leah episode. No colors, no haziness, nothing. (I don’t think I’ve actually posted about that, but the more we see the color saturation and haziness of that episode as evidence of the hallucination.) For the record, we don’t see anything like that in this episode. I think there’s a specific reason for that, which I’ll get to in a minute.

2) They chose a fishing shack and caverns. Obviously, we can tie the fishing shack to Beth in 12 different ways. But “caverns” are also where Connie went missing. And while they found her very quickly, for a short time, Grace, Morgan’s love interest, was a missing girl. And in this pic, she’s…um…wearing a bright yellow sweater?

Okay, moving on.

So, it seems that Daniel isn’t entirely in his right mind. Right after that, they find all the guns hidden in his person shed. He says he has no memory of putting them there.

It’s actually very sad. He first says someone is framing him, but then says he’s confused and isn’t sure if he’s okay. It then reveals that he’s talking to June. She does some neurological tests and says the condition isn’t neurological. It’s probably psychological.

At the end, Dakoka tells them about Dallas. Luciana says Alicia and Al are probably halfway there. So, Luciana are going to go meet up with them and they’ll all go to Dallas. (That may happen next episode).

And Daniel decides to leave. He gets teary-eyed, saying he put Grace and Charlie in danger without knowing it, and it’s not safe for him to be in the community. He said the last time weirdo things started happening in his mind, he burnt a building down (S3).

So, he plans to go back to the warehouse he was living in before. But then Strand invites him to come to Lawton. So, he does.

That’s pretty much what happens. But let’s talk about this in more detail. The first time through, I thought it was very sad for Daniel. But by itself, it’s kind of a bottleneck story, designed to bridge the time between John and Virginia’s deaths and when they go to Dallas. So, perhaps not the most interesting episode, even if it was interesting to watch.

Watching it a second time…I think there’s a good chance Daniel is faking it. That may be why it doesn’t feel as ethereal as Leah’s episode. We, the audience, still hear him tell Grace to go to the shack. But that may have just been a bait and switch to trick the audience. If Daniel is faking, it’s not REALLY a hallucination.

And I’ll say up front that I’m not certain he’s faking it. I just suspect he might be.

So why do I suspect that?

When they’re all talking before the explosion, Luciana says the “end is the beginning” group took down Tank Town because they infiltrated her group without her even knowing. And they all start wondering if one of that group could already be among them. (Trust issues.) I’m wondering if, somehow, it’s Daniel. The mention the idea so many times, it makes me think it’s a hint. And there’s really no one else it could be.

And I will say that if it is him, and if he was faking, I have no idea why he would do that. I mean, clearly, he’s trying to sow discord, but to what end? I have no idea.

There’s also a lot of tension between him and Strand. They talk about how Daniel’s fake memory problems at Lawton was him playing Virginia. Strand says, “we were both playing our own game. The better man won.”

When Daniel thought Strand took the guns and imprisoned him, he talked about how Strand shot him in the face (I barely remember that) and how much pain Strand caused him. He really comes very close to shooting Strand.

I also noticed that in the “inside the episode” at the end, the showrunner said that Strand inviting Daniel to Lawton was part unselfish (he says it’s for Ofelia) and partly selfish because it means Daniel is weaker than Strand is. The showrunner says Strand, “outfoxed him.” And the fox reference is what caught my ear there originally. But there’s definitely a rivalry between these two.

I also noticed that Daniel offered to go get the fetal monitor early on, but Morgan said he’d get it. The place would be too hard for anyone else to find. So I’m wondering if Daniel was looking for a reason to leave. I don’t think he could have known that Strand would invite him to Lawton. But maybe he just wanted to get outside the walls.

So yeah. I could certainly be wrong about him faking it. Let’s put it this way. If I’m right, it’s a very intriguing episode. If I’m wrong, it’s kinda bland. So, I lean toward the conspiracy theory. ;D

Other symbols. Sarah in lots of pink is interesting. (Pink Theory.) I think it’s probably because she’s June’s assistant. So, she’s Beth to June’s Dr. Edwards.

There’s a blond walker that gets in. And this is pretty interesting. I didn’t think much about her at first except that she’s blond and therefore kinda Beth-ish. But I noticed this time that she’s also wearing a pink shirt under her denim jacket. She ends up wrestling with Dwight and getting a saw in her mouth (ew).

So it could be a “speak no evil” sort of theme. Then Strand shoots her to help Dwight, and when Dwight looks up, he has almost a perfect circle of blood around one eye. Sirius anyone?

The other thing from what I mentioned above is that the fishing shack Daniel told her to go to ended up being part of the delusion (if it was real). So, it definitely feeds into the hallucination imagery.

I think most of the rest of it is just run-of-the-mill imagery. We see tomatoes.

It starts with Daniel saying three words, which we later learn June told him to remember because she’s running the neurological tests. He says beach ball, elephant, grape.

Beach ball I tie to Sasha because Negan told her she had “beach ball sized” lady nuts. And of course there was all the beach talk around her and Abraham.

Grapes can tie to Beth in Inmates. And we have seen a few elephant symbols. So all of this is inline with the symbolism.

So how does this all tie into the grand scheme of things? Not entirely sure yet, but there’s definitely hallucination symbolism going on.

The other thing is that memory issues could possibly be a foreshadow of Beth having memory issues. After all, Daniel has had more than one death fake out and then returned. Plus he specifically referenced burning down a building here. So there’s that.

Mostly, this felt like a bit of bottleneck episode with some fun TD symbolism thrown in. I have no complaints, but I’m excited to see what happens in Dallas.

So yeah. I think that’s all I’ve got for Fear. How did everyone else like it?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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goldenfawnwriting · 5 years ago

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Birds of a Feather- Hawks pic pt 3

Summary: Finch is the pro hero Hawks’ personal assistant. As they get closer in their relationship will romance blossom or be cut down by their jobs?

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF ASSAULT AND ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT

As Finch prepared for the night out she sighed. Work had become so complicated as she could feel herself developing a crush on her boss. Not only was he attractive, to say the least, he was charming, kind, and all out spoiling her for no reason. It was mildly suspicious but honestly she couldn’t help but love the attention. She just wondered if it would end in heartbreak, or even her out of a job.

She decided to wrap her hair up with the hair pin he got her, smiling to herself as she pushed it into her fawn brown locks. She had changed out of her work clothes and into something more suitable; a cute, black miniskirt, and a peacock green, silk blouse that collared around her throat, the small button at the back of her neck securing it. She contemplated for a moment on what shoes she would wear before deciding on her regular black work heels. They were plain enough to suffice. As she looked in the mirror she wondered if it was too much, the colors too bright. The blouse was one she had gotten as a gift, she couldn’t remember from who, but she didn’t wear it often. She was more for muted earth tones than flashy, vibrant hues. She felt comfortable blending in with the crowd.

She grabbed her small, cross-body bag as she left, locking her apartment door and pushing her phone and lipstick into her purse before getting to her car. The bar she was meeting Asami at was a little more popular than she was used to but she couldn’t help the thrill that sat deep in her stomach. She hadn’t had a fun night out in a while.

When she finally arrived and parked she looked around for her friend, finally spotting her leaned against the brick of the building, stunning as ever. Asami was her friend since they were in school, she had followed her to UA but unlike Asami, she didn’t become a pro hero. The best she was suited for was a sidekick, and honestly, she just wasn’t interested.

As she approached her friend she took in her appearance. Her short, dark blue hair swayed around her chin, her silver framed glasses pushed up on her nose. She smiled as she noted they were wearing the same style, black skirt, only Asami sported a tight, long sleeve grey shirt that she happened to recognize as a body suit she had previously borrowed. Her shoes were a cute suede bootie, grey in color with a bit of fringe on the zipper. She looked adorable.

“Kore! I haven’t seen you in forever! You look amazing!”

Finch laughed. they had seen each other two weeks ago. She embraced her friend momentarily.

“Asami, you look better than ever!”

She smiled as Asami lead her inside and to the bar, ordering them fruity cocktails. As they waited they caught up on each others jobs, Asami’s cat, and all the drama in the workplace. This is when Hawks came up.

“So I heard you got promoted to Hawks’ PA. How’s that going for you?”

“Really wonderfully actually. I can’t help but think he’s cute but besides that the works pretty easy, nothing amazing.”

Asami smiled and pinched her cheek.

“Ok, I have to ask, I know you didn’t buy that hair pin for yourself.”

Finch stuttered as she replied, unsure of wether she should tell her best friend. She took a sip of her cocktail before replying.

“Well, uh, he actually got it for me...”

Asami looked at her in surprise before giggling.

“He’s got the hots for you Kore!”

Finch rolled her eyes and waved her friend off.

“Doubt it, he’s the most popular bachelor in the region, why would he want someone as plain jane as me?”

Asami rolled her eyes at her more than oblivious friend.

“Kore, you know I’m not the greatest at all that birdie stuff, but I’m telling you, animal planet has taught me a thing or two, and he’s getting you shiny gifts. He’s flirting!”

Finch sighed at her use of her real name and took a big gulp of her drink.

“I just don’t know if I want to act on it since we work together y’know? It would complicate things and I could lose my job, I have security there, I’ve worked there forever, I don’t want to lose it.”

Asami shrugged her off, ordering them shots.

“I think you're overthinking it honestly. I doubt anything like that would happen. He’s your boss, who is anyone gonna tell? He owns the agency!”

They laughed together and the night progressed quickly.

^^^

Asami’s freckles were twinkling and her face was reddened with drunkness as Finch saw her into a cab and on her way home. She stood on the sidewalk outside of the bar and sighed, admiring her hero friend. Asami was the pro hero Starlight, boasting the wonderful power of being able to manipulate the appearance of starlight to the human eye. Since the sun was a star, she could blind anyone to the light but, her power stopped short of inside work, as the sun was invisible from inside buildings without windows.

Finch looked around slowly. Her world was spinning from the drinking and she sincerely doubted she would be ok to drive home. As she contemplated a cab she noticed a suspicious man standing down the way from her. He was fidgeting weirdly and keeping his head down, making Finch wonder what his deal was. She tried to shake off the weird feeling and decided she would sit in her car while she phoned a cab but as she went to walk towards her car the man moved with her. She swallowed hard, trying to blink away some of her drunkness to no avail. Maybe she was being too nervous?

When the man continued to follow her as she passed the parking lot she realized the hard truth of the matter. This guy was up to something, and she did not want to find out what. She continued to walk, thinking out her options. She didn’t have much combat training and what she did, she had forgotten long ago when she decided hero work wasn’t for her. If she stopped and confronted the guy it could aggravate him more, but if she kept walking she’d soon run out of places to go. She’d be lost, and possibly in more danger.

She used her phone to look at the reflection of the man behind her. She noticed his hands were shoved deep in his pockets and his face was turned down, hiding his appearance from her. She couldn’t tell what color his clothes were since she was looking through a reflection, but she could tell he was wearing jeans, a baggy, simple jacket, and a baseball cap.

She tapped away on her phone, with no one to text, she was trying her best to make it look like she was talking to someone. In her other hand she was maneuvering her keys to fit between her fingers, sticking out between them, the only weapon she would be provided.

As the man gained on her she had a sudden thought and tapped on Hawks’ contact, starting to call him right as the man’s hand gripped her shoulder. He whipped her around and grabbed her upper arm with his other hand, pulling her closer to the wall of the building beside her. She yelped at the sudden assault, dropping her phone on the sidewalk as he forced her against the wall, slamming her front into the brick before smashing her hand not once, but twice against the wall, until she dropped her keys.

“Who the hell are you?!”

She yelled as she let her wings burst open, pushing against the man. He groaned in surprise as her wings moved him off of her and let her whip around to face him. He came back at her though, grabbing her upper arms and pinning her to the building wall.

“Let me go you son of-”

She was abruptly punched in the jaw, and hard at that. She lost her train of thought, her mind reeling from the impact. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as he grabbed her throat and pulled her shirt up. Her eyes started to tear up from the pressure around her neck before wrenching her knee up into the groin of the man. He let her go, going to his knees like a tree falling in a forest. When she got a good look of the man she realized that he was much larger than her, his arms alone twice the size of her torso and something was weird... Something under his skin was pulsating, the skin on his hands moving with vigor. It was as if he was turning into something else...

She made her get away, scooping up her phone in the rush and fumbling it, almost dropping it again as she realized Hawks was on the other end.

“Finch! Tell me where you are!”

“H-hawks-!”

She was cut off as she was grabbed around the waist, the man catching her easily and ripping her skirt up her hips.

“Two blocks south of the Oasis bar!”

She yelled in a desperate attempt for Hawks to be able to find her. She wasn’t sure if he would hear her from as far away as her phone was, once again dropped on the sidewalk, but she prayed he did as she took another hit, this time to the mouth.

She felt her lip gush with the new wound and internally lamented for wearing such a nice shirt that would now be ruined. She tried to think her way through the situation and stay calm but the way he was shoving her skirt up and trying to rip off her shirt, she was anything but calm. She threw her elbow back, not knowing where she was aiming but, hoping it would hit the man.

Luckily it did, her elbow hitting his stomach hard, making him fold over, groaning loudly. She spread her wings again, trying to push him back away as far as she could. She felt something pull in her right wing and squeaked, the pain sharp. As she sputtered blood from her lip she took off again, forgetting about her phone and turning the corner quickly, hoping to run into another popular area.

Her heels scraped against the sidewalk and she turned another corner, slipping and tumbling down, her knees scraping against the sidewalk. She didn’t pause, pulling herself back up and starting to run again when she noted a second pair of footsteps behind her. As she peaked around her shoulder she didn’t realize she was running into an dead end.

He had cornered her finally and her breathing picked up as she began to really freak out.

“D-don’t do this p-please-”

“Oh no I’ve got you now~”

He growled, moving in and shoving her to the ground, her head hitting the pavement and a headache blossoming. She groaned but tried to kick at the man as he pinned her down, starting to grab at her clothes again. She screamed as loud as she could for help, feeling her voice become rougher with each scream and her losing energy.

Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind and heard the flap of wings, and just as the man ripped the seam of her underwear, tossing them to the side, he was thrown off of her. She was dazed, looking over to find Hawks on top of the man, and it looked as if he was beating the ever loving hell out of him.

It wasn’t long before she lost consciousness.

^^^

When Finch awoke she was still laying on the cold pavement, unmoving and stiff. She blinked a couple times, trying to remember what had happened, when she noticed the red and blue flashing lights.

“Finch!”

A warm hand grabbed her arm, pulling her up as she groaned. Her knees nearly buckled but strong arms enveloped her, setting her up on a cushioned gurney. Her eyesight was a little blurry but she caught sight of the feathery blonde hair and knew he had came.

“H-hawks-”

“Hey baby bird, you’re alright~”

He purred, trying to comfort her as he caressed the bruise on her jaw. Paramedics were moving her towards the ambulance and he knew he wouldn’t be able to go with her. She began to weep, her gentle sobs breaking his heart.

“Hawks d-don’t leave me-”

She sobbed, grabbing onto his arm weakly. He didn’t want to leave her but he wouldn’t be permitted near her if he wasn’t related after she was put in the ambulance. As they lifted the gurney into the ambulance he stuttered.

“I-I’m her b-boyfriend-”

The paramedic ushered him in quickly, closing the doors behind them. He wondered how much trouble he would get in for that little lie, the commission would find out, he was sure. As soon as the rumor got around he would be screwed, and she would probably be fired. He felt bad but, looking over her injuries made him feel worse. He had a gut feeling earlier that tonight would be horrific and man was he right.

As they arrived to the hospital and brought her into a room he followed closely behind, even though he knew, the longer he stayed the more trouble he would cause.

^^^

When they finally were released he walked beside Finch to the front of the hospital. It only took about 30 minutes for them to take her statement and treat her wounds before letting her go. He helped her out of the hospital doors before looking at her.

“U-uh.. Did you want me to take you home then?”

She nodded silently, she hadn’t said much since after she recounted the events of the night to the police. He didn’t reply, only coming to stand in front of her.

“I’m gonna pick you up now, if that’s ok?”

She nodded again and he scooped her up, her arms going to hold around his neck as he took to the sky. He noticed her give a little squeak but didn’t mention it as he asked for directions.

“U-uh... it’s apartment 206 on the east part of the city.. Sakura street.”

She whispered to him, looking around in awe. This was the first time she had ever been flying. He got them there quickly, stepping onto her balcony before setting her down. Silence fell over them before she finally spoke.

“H-hawks, I know it’s in-inappropriate... but, would you mind staying awhile?”

She asked. He blushed hard, taken aback by her question. He would’ve never expected such a wish from her. He found himself rubbing the back of his neck and contemplating what he should do but ultimately, he gave in.

“Sure sweetheart.”

She opened the sliding glass door and let him into the apartment, turning on lights as she went through. The first thing he noticed was the smell of crisp apples, her whole apartment smelled sweet with the scent, she must’ve had a candle or something. As he followed her through he noticed next how clean she was. Everything was put away and honestly, she didn’t own many nice things. If he had to guess what the nicest thing she owned was, it would have to be the hairpin he gifted her. Not that the apartment wasn’t nice, it was just very middle-lower class. He felt kinda guilty all of the sudden.

“I’m sorry it isn’t much, you’re probably used to much more...”

She trailed off, looking away. He shook his head at her, smiling.

“No birdie, it’s perfect!”

He reassured her. She gave a small smile and excused herself to go freshen up, leaving himself to his devices in her living room. As he snooped around he noticed an abundance of throw blankets stocked up in the corner and gave a shy smile. How cute, she tends to nest. Then he made his way into her kitchen and listened quietly to figure out where she was before shyly opening her cabinets and fridge. Half of him was genuinely curious as to what she preferred to eat and the other half of him was just nosy. He did realize pretty quickly that she had absolutely no meat.

When she returned he met her in the living room again, face warm from the guilt of snooping around.

“You can leave if you want, I know you’re probably a busy man..”

“Oh no, haha! Actually I was just sitting around at home so, I’m not in a rush sweetheart~”

She bit her lip gently and he nearly melted at her expression. Even looking so roughed up she was still beautiful. Her smeared makeup was gone now, only the bruises remaining, and she was wearing a cute pajama set, just a short pair of lounge shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

“Well, if you don’t have much to do tomorrow did you want to hang out for awhile?”

He nodded instantly but inwardly knew he should be going. He was only going to get her into more and more trouble. She lead him to her couch anyway, turning on the tv and grabbing a throw blanket.

“You’ve got a lot of those huh?”

She gave a small slap to his shoulder and he snickered, poking fun at her collection of blankets.

“Don’t be like that, I’m sure you do the same thing~”

She murmured, settling down on the couch as a random show played. Hawks pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned into him, sighing and closing her eyes before a stray tear ran down her cheek.

“T-thank you-”

He shushed her, stroking her hair as she began to sob again. He pulled her into his lap and hugged her tightly, wrapping her blanket around her.

“Don’t thank me Dove, it’s what I do, I’m just glad you thought to call me.”

He mumbled, stroking her hair and combing through it with his fingers,

“I know it’s been a rough night and you’re probably still feeling a little tipsy. Did you want me to go so you could get some rest?”

She stiffened at his offer and her tiny hands gripped his jacket before weakening.

“I-if you need to go that’s fine...”

She got off of him abruptly and started to make her way to the back hallway, to where he was sure was her bedroom.

“Aw, c’mon Birdie, don’t leave me here alone~”

She paused and he saw a hint of a blush on her cheeks from where he was turned around, watching her over the back of the couch.

“T-then come with me...”

He hesitated for a moment before his brain actually processed what she meant, her wings shivering slightly. When he did finally catch up he couldn’t help but stumble off the couch, straighten himself to try and save some of his dignity, and follow her to her bedroom.

#bnha hawks #hawks fluff #mha hawks #hawks #hawks angst #keigo takami #bnha keigo #fanfic #fanfiction

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emeraldbabygirl · 5 years ago

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Expensive

Genre: smut

Warnings/Kinks: nothing much, the daddy kink, slight praising, choking

AN: my first one but um, so this was inspired by me sending pics of Seunghyub looking expensive once again to @ithinkilikeit-reactions before conking out for a third time and when I woke up I had a surprise. So there’s the yummy inspiration that caused me to flip my shit at 4 in the evening uwu! (This is totally not on my schedule for today but I hope I can get at least 2 out of the 3 smuts done today uwu). Also also, it’s been a long time since I’ve titled my smuts and I need to fix that and edit my masterlist so everything has titles and all my works are up. Who knew masterlists would be so hard to maintain. I didn’t even think I’d be writing bad smut yet here I am with a masterlist uwu!! Okay, let’s get into it!

Seunghyub had come home late from the music show in one of his very expensive looking, satin shirts and had hopped in the shower. You took this opportunity to take all your clothes off minus your bra and panties and slip Seunghyub’s shirt on.

While you were looking at your figure in the mirror, enjoying the way the material felt on your skin and taking in Seunghyub’s cologne Seunghyub appeared in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his neck. His hair was wet and dripping, a few droplets running down his freshly cleaned abs. When you looked up at him a light blush appearing on your cheeks and doe eyes, Seunghyub couldn’t help but bite his lip. His eyes got dark and filling with lust you couldn’t really describe what had happened next as you lay under him on the bed coming undone at his every word.

“Princess you look so sexy in my shirt. Do you like this? You like that I’m fucking you in my satin shirt?” Seunghyub moaned out causing several whines to leave your mouth. Your legs were wrapped around Seunghyub’s waist and he was effortlessly pounding your small frame into the mattress. Sweat was dripping off his forehead and his skin was glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. His body hovered over yours as his moaning got deeper and deeper. You smiled reaching out to touch Seunghyub. Your hands reaching around his neck and fingers pulling at the soft yet sweaty locks on the nape of his neck.

“Seunghyub..” You let out another whine not being able to hold back how needy this situation had made you. You felt Seunghyub stretching you out and it felt so good. You closed your eyes and attempted to pull Seunghyub towards you but your body was refusing to allow that. Seunghyub always made you weak but tonight was a little different. However that didn’t keep him from knowing what was going on. “Yes Princess, what is it?” He asked leaning over to bring a soft kiss your your forehead. His hot lips on your hot skin caused a relieved sigh to leave your chest. You let go of Seunghyub’s hair and your nails trailed along his shoulders and down his arms which caused a deep and low growl to come out of him.

He sped his pace up, his cock hitting all the way back into your g-spot. You looked up at him with doe eyes, your brain clouding your thoughts. Your thighs shook around his waist. Seunghyub’s lips found yours and he aggressively sucked at your bottom lip. He grabbed your hands that were on his arms and pressed them into the mattress before he went to work unbuttoning the shirt that covered your figure. You gasped as the cold air hit your stomach before Seunghyub’s hands aggressively grabbed at your skin. His nail dug into your side and you rolled you eyes back. “Oh Daddy please let me cum. Oh fuck..” your voice was shaky as you were approaching your orgasm.

Seunghyub’s lips trailed down your neck and along the top of your breasts before he pulled away. He stoped his thrusting to snake his hands around your back and unclapsed your bra. The problem however was that Seunghyub wanted to keep his shirt on you but he couldn’t get your bra off without taking your shirt off. This frustrated Seunghyub so in one swift motion he tore the straps of your bra off ridding you of the last piece of undergarment. Your breath hitches as he paused to look at you sweaty body and the way the cold air caused your nipples to become hard. Seunghyub continued once more teasingly pounding into you. His cock would gently slide along your folds before he pounded into you like a jackrabbit causing your breasts to bounce. Then he quickly pulled out and teased you with his tip. His large hands grabbed your breasts and his long fingers began twisting and toying with your nipples. You let out a very needy whine as your back arched. “Please don’t tease me Daddy.” Seunghyub just smiled as he thrusted back into you. “I can’t help it Princess. I love watching you squirm and hearing your cute whines for me. Daddy loves teasing you. And this is what you get for teasing me. You look too good in my shirt not to tease you. Daddy just had to fuck you in nothing but his satin shirt. My baby looks so expensive and all fucked out for me.” Seunghyub brought his thumb to your bottom lip gently grazing it before his hand wrapped around your throat. As soon as he applied pressure he sped his pace up as far as he could go.

You cried, your hands reaching for anything and finally settling on the sheets. You were far to weak to grab his arms. Seunghyub’s gaze never left yours, his smirk sending electricity through your body. “You wanna cum for Daddy Princess? I can feel your cute pussy clench around my cock. Are you gonna cum for me? Do you wanna cum Princess?” You nodded letting a small whimper out. Seunghyub let go of your throat and placed his hands on your hips to pin you down. His thrusting slowed but he kept pushing into you. His cock stretching you and your walls clamping around him. “I wanna cum. Please Daddy, can your Princess cum all over your cock? Please Daddy! Please let me cum!” You cried out. Seunghyub nodded as leaned over you. He placed his lips right by your ear. “Cum for Daddy.” He growled. Released, thighs shaking around Seunghyub’s waist, your cries were loud and shaky and the feeling of your pussy clamping around Seunghyub’s cock caused him to release inside you. Biting your neck to keep his low moans from coming out you came a second time, your orgasm crashing into you making you see white.

“Aahhh Daddy~” you cried reaching blindly for something. Your hand found his neck and you pulled him further into you. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You choked out your hips bucking into him. Seunghyub held you his growling coming back and causing a third orgasm to rip through you. “Daddy please fuck ahh!” You started incoherently mumbling as Seunghyub held you til you finally came down. When Seunghyub pulled away from you he wiped the tears that were running down your cheek with his thumb and softly kisses your lips. He detached your legs from around his waist and slowly pulled out. He smiled seeing all the cum spill out of your pussy. “Look at you..all fucked out for me in that pretty satin shirt.” Seunghyub stuck his fingers inside you and pulled out cum covered digits. He smiled as he played with how sticky your shared juices were.

“Daddy..” You asked in a low whisper. “Yes Princess?” Seunghyub replied leaving the bed only for a moment to grab his towel off the floor and clean you up. “Please let me wear your expensive shirts more often.” You were out of breath, your face red, sweat causing your hair to stick to your forehead. Seunghyub smiled and laid down next to you pulling your exhausted body into him. “I can definitely do that but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you if you do.” Seunghyub chuckled and brought a very soft kiss to your forehead as he gently stroked your hair. “You’re always such a good girl for Daddy. I love it when you whine. I love hearing how needy you get for me. God you’re so sexy baby.” Seunghyub whispered his lewd words as you drifted off to sleep.

Jesus Christ that put me in the mood. I hate when smut makes me a needy whiny mess. It makes it hard to focus on writing when I can’t control myself. So anyway I have a Geumhyuk, Lou, Uiyeon and Vanner smut and reactions that I wanted to write tonight but I’ll post pone it til later. My slutty self needs to find something else to do before I turn into a gremlin uwu! Btw this was the shirt that led to the juicy convo.

I’m so upset how he always looks so damn expensive and sexy and I just want my hands on him and his hands on me :( fuck him. He never plays fair (oh god I just noticed Hweseung in the back oh fuck..he looks expensive too)

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itseivwhore · 5 years ago

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|Arno Dorian x Reader|

As soon as I opened Tumblr today,and as soon as I started to scroll down on my dashboard,the amount of Arno's gifs was infinite:literally infinite (not that I mind,of course,I like Arno and Unity a lot). And seeing all these pics,gifs,fanart about him actually made me want to contribute in adding something more about him in the dashboard,muahahaha. Who wouldn't like after all?

I wrote this One-Shot back in December for the birthday of a carissima friend of mine (you know who you are).

So that's all,enjoy that qUiTe A LoT sAd imagine about the soft baguette man.I mean,it wouldn't be THAT sad:it will be full of philosophical and deep speeches,but it will become so emotional and romantic thanks for Arno,near the end.

•Arno Dorian•|Raison d'être|

Beware:Arno being angry and speaking in French ahead ;)

~~~~~

Noises of fast and velvety steps suddenly resonated on the uncertain wooden planks of a shabby bridge,dispersing in the icy atmosphere of that late evening at the end of December.Light and white snowflakes began to descend from a sky full of gray clouds,and then fall and settle on the cold and wet stone of the streets,remaining intact for a few seconds and then melt,joining and thus mixing with some puddles;the same delicate snow that gradually,more and more frequently was slowly,and almost lazily,leaning on the robes of him,thus creating a pleasant contrast:the candid and bright white of the snow against the dark blue of his coat.

The dark roads that he was traveling and crossing with such speed and anxiety,were now desolate,not a living soul could be found outside in that late hour,where the only people he could meet were the poor and the sick who,not having their own home to live in,found refuge in the most secluded,as well as coldest and most degraded alleyways of the city.

Condensed air came out of his mouth,thus forming a thin mist that for brief moments obscured his sight;the muscles of his legs begging for mercy for the too much effort they were suffering,the lungs burning ardently inside his chest,eyes barred that snapped from one side to the other,easily climbing over obstacles as he turned and crept into the darkest shortcuts and the most unknown ways.

But the Assassin was not disturbed by anyone,by anything,all around him did not matter anything,except running.The heart that palpitated quickly into his chest,as if at any moment had suddenly burst,was nothing but an hourglass,which grains of sand quickly marked the passage of time.

Time.There was no time.He had to hurry.He had to find her.

Every step and every street he took,brought him closer and closer to the Café Théâtre,the place where he was heading,praying and hoping with all his heart and soul that she would be there:he prayed,murmured,desperately and anxiously imploring a non-existent God,hoping to find the young woman sitting on the chair by the fireplace,with a book in her lap.That she was reading,or simply in the company of the other Assassins of the confraternity,he hoped only that she was well and safe.

It was for her that Arno was running so fast,not stopping even for a moment:it was for Y/n.Not long after the late afternoon,a shady and malandrine Assassin,whom the young Dorian had met many times over the years,gave a message from the young woman for him,telling him that the female Assassin would meet him in her house,not far from the cathedral of Notre-Dame to tell him about a very important fact.The Assassin who informed him of this message seemed more than serious and self-confident:but something in his dark and deep eyes suggested something else to Arno,giving rise in him to a strange and mitigating feeling of insecurity and distrust.

Nevertheless,he followed the instructions of the mysterious Assassin given to him,and thus set out in the direction of the house of Y/n.But when Arno arrived at his destination,when he noticed that the windows of her house,usually open,were closed,when he did not find his friend there,he immediately understood everything,and he ran like never before in his entire young life.

He ran for a time that seemed eternally infinite to him,continuing to pray and hope that she would be there.And his soul was lightened a little,his heart filled with new hope when he saw the Cafè Théâtre in front of him,a few meters away.Encouraging himself not to give up at that moment,he ran for one last time to his residence.Resting both hands on the knobs of the two large wooden doors,Arno suddenly and stormyly broke into the main hall.

The soft and calm voices that filled the walls of the building ceased,many heads turned in his direction,curious and even to say the least frightened by the man with the hood still lowered over his head that partially darkened his face,stood in front of the entrance doors of the Cafè,wheezing heavily.But all those strange eyes and those discreet murmurs subsided with the same speed with which they began:the ladies returned to talk and giggle among themselves,while the men returned to smoke and play cards.

With his chest rising and lowering frantically,with the accelerated beating of his heart,Arno did not move and,remaining still and motionless on the threshold of the door,began to pass his quick and attentive eyes everywhere in the main room:among the tables arranged throughout the large room,on the wooden stage,among people,desperately sought the reason for his anxiety and concern.But she was not there.

And while he was intent on listening carefully to all the sounds and noises around him,in the anguished hope of being able to hear her candic and melodic voice that he loved so much,while he was politely pushing the people who were hindering him on the way in such a way as to be able to distinguish her only figure,he suddenly heard a strong and powerful voice coming from behind him.

"Bonsoir à toi,Arno!" when Arno turned in the direction of that familiar,deep voice,he saw his friend,as well as Assassin,Hugo who,with a mocking and happy smile on his chapped lips,was walking with big strikes in his direction.Once he got close to the young Dorian,the Assassin leaned his hand heavily over his shoulder,starting to give him some loud pats,as usual,asking him in a jovial tone if he would join him in drinking or eating something.

But even though he was trying with all his might not to reveal what he was really feeling at that moment,Arno was not able to hide and conceal his feelings.His eyes were not able to lie:with a deep look more than a thousand abysses,it was suddenly obscured by a thin veil of concern that gave to it a strange opacity.

Hugo frowned his eyebrows in a confused expression,noticing the strange appearance and behavior of his brother and,just as he was about to ask him if anything bad had happened,Arno pushed him a little aside with one hand,starting to walk in the hall again.

Ignoring the furious calls and shouts of his friend,he continued to inspect the entire Café Thèâtre:running through the long corridors,sharp steps quickly trampled on the marble floor,resounding in a thousand echoes in the silent building,spying and peeking in all the rooms,while a boulder that appeared on his heart only grew,weighing it down more and more.

A strange sensation held his stomach in a strong grip,and the same burden that he had on his chest weighed heavily and dangerously on his heart,suddenly taking possession of the hard-fought and tormented spirit of Arno when,once he had inspected all the Cafe Théâtre and all its rooms,including the kitchen,offices,tunnels and underground,he found her nowhere.

Not wanting to give up,despite his eyes showed the tiredness of the now vain search and the bitter disappointment for the lack of hope and desire to find Y/n, Arno decided to inspect the upper floors of the building.

Climbing the stairs,once arrived at the ramp,he began to look around frenetically.His tired eyes immediately leaned on the figure of an Assassin who,with his arms crossed to the chest and his back resting on the frame of the door of the training room,smiled slightly between himself while murmuring something incomprehensible under his breath.Arno immediately recognized that face,he immediately and almost instinctively recognized those smart and mischievous eyes.Anger began to grow within him,his hands closed in two fists,clenching them so much that the knuckles became white for the strength that he was oppressing.

He began to walk with great strikes towards the novice who,hearing the familiar sound of steps approaching as closer and closer,he looked up and,when he saw Arno moving quickly towards him,he widened and opened his arms,welcoming him in a strange and falsely courteous way.Smiling brazenly,he spoke out loud:

"Monsieur Dorian!What an honor!What does bring yo..." but his mocking voice and impertinent grin was suddenly transformed into an exclamation of amazement when Arno,grabbing him all of a sudden by the collar of his robes,dragged him away from the threshold of the door.

Entering the training room,Arno slammed the Assassin strongly against the wall,pressing his head against it while the young man tried in vain to throw a few punches and kicks that Arno quickly scans.So,throwing a punch in his stomach and while the young boy bent in two,groaning from the pain,Arno took the opportunity to turn him around and,taking his right arm,he tightened it behind his back,slamming him back to the wall,crushing his face with one hand.

"Dis moi où elle est" Dorian asked with a loud and authoritative voice,the wrath and the grim fury clearly distinguishable in his tone while he leaned over his prey.

"What the hell are you doing!?Leave me!" the Assassin cried out in a frightened plea,not giving up and continuing to try to escape the iron grip of the Master Assassin.Not getting an answer to his question,Arno twisted his arm even more,and from his mouth came a heartbreaking scream of pain.

"Where is her?" the older Assassin insisted,slowly spelling out word by word the question,his voice was serious,high and sharp more than a thousand blades.Flexing his wrist nimbly,he mmediately brought out the hidden blade,which he pressed against the neck of the boy,feeling pleasure in hearing his body tremble under his touch.

"I don't really know what are you talking about!" the novice blasted with a trembling and weak voice,his eyes reflecting and revealing the horror and endless fear when he saw his weapon being pointed at him.

Realizing that using strong manners would not help him and gave an answer to his question,Arno was forced to threaten him even more.

So,not letting go of his iron grip on his arm behind his back,Arno pulled him away from the wall and,pushing him abruptly,made him walk towards the burning fireplace of the training room.They stopped in front of the burning fire,his cold and sharp blade still was pressing on his skin,threatening him in a silent but effective way.

"Speak the truth" Arno ordered in a low and deep voice,yet cold and decisive near the ear of the young Assassin,but he received nothing more than a grave silence on his side.

Tired,nervous and impatient,Arno kicked the knees pits of the young Assassin,who fell to the ground,kneeling in front of the fireplace.Taking him by the hood of his robes,and putting one foot on his back,Dorian began to push him slowly towards the flames of fire and,ignoring his cries,totally ignoring his desperate pleas,asking cowardly mercy and pity,he leaned the young man more towards the flames.

"Dis moi où elle est,fils de pute!" bellowed Arno with a raucous tone,his voice like a powerful thunder that resounded in some echoes between the walls of the room,his eyes burning intensely in the warm light of fire.

"Let me go!" the novice prayed him with anguished voice,trying to get away from the hot and burning flames of the fireplace,while Arno did nothing but push him even further towards them,intimidating him.

A sharp and painful cry left his lips when the fire touched and began to burn the skin of his face:stench of burnt flesh spread throughout the room,screams of a heartbreaking and unbearable discouragement roughly torn the calm and serene atmosphere of the building;he did not care if all the people who were in the main room would hear them:he wanted,had to get at all costs an answer,even if that would have mean to kill one of his 'brother'.

"Not until you'll tell me where you sent her" Arno proclaimed in authoritative tone,pulling his head away from the fireplace,examining it carefully:the left side of his face was now completely ruined drastically,burned,flayed,some tears came down from his right eye as he was panting and groaning heavily.And desire to find Y/n,meanwhile,became stronger,more alive,and more persistent within his soul.And once again,the boy said nothing and,turning his head weakly and slowly,looked at the Master Assassin with a look that,if it had the power to kill,he would be lying on the ground,dead.

But Arno was not intimidated:his look sharper than his,darker,stronger,unscratchable as the most resistant of the armor.

"Notre Dame!NOTRE DAME!" the novice finally screamed,with a surrendering voice,almost forced while his face was being pushed back into the flames.Leaving his forceful grip on his arm and removing his head from the inside of the fireplace,Arno threw him away strongly and angrily,making him slip on the floor,where he remained,curled up on himself while covering his disfigured face with his hands.

Walking quickly in his direction,he stopped a few meters away from his tormented body,looking at him from above,towering over him.And,giving one last,long,hateful look full of anger to the novice who was trying to crawl away,despite the weakness,Arno quickly disappeared away.

And once again,he ran.

~~~

He found her there,next to the cathedral,surrounded by bodies of dead guards,puddles of blood that surrounded them,in the dark:sitting on the snowy ground,tired back resting against the cold and wet wall,shaking hands that held firmly to herself her sword,which sharp and glittering blade was dirty with blood and mud,eyes barred,gaze fixed to observe nothing.Motionless,silent,scrutinizing and looking at something non-existent,purplish lips trembled,repeatedly whispering something imperceptible.

The Assassin was standing in front of her,his brown eyes reflecting the frail,weak and defenseless figure of the woman sitting on the floor.His heart lost its beats,stopped breathing and he stood there,watching the mess around him for moments that seemed endless:for the first time in his life,he did not know what to do,what to say and especially how to act on all that.The young man's head was in a total turmoil because of many disorderly thoughts that clouded his mind and,for the first time in many years,he felt fear.

"I...I-I killed them...I killed them" the young woman stammered,starting to tremble even more,suddenly raising her shaky and faint voice,thus capturing his attention.

"Y/n" Arno quietly murmured,her name left his lips in an anguished,yet relieved tone, as he walked towards the female Assassin.

Approaching her slowly and kneeling at her side,he gently placed his hand on her shoulder,fearing to hurt her even in the slightest and simplest gesture.Stretching his arm,he placed a few strands of h/c hair that had fallen in front of her eyes,and then put his gloved hsnd on her cheek,his thumb that caressed her smooth skin with a feather touch like,slightly cleaning her face from a few drops of blood that dirtied iy.

"I killed...killed them!" she repeated with a loud voice,shocked and upset,starting to look incredulous the dead bodies lying on their back on the ground a few meters away from her and,throwing far away in a disgusted way the sword that was in her hands,she crashed quickly backwards,finding nothing but the cold stone of the wall.

The male Assassin got closer to her,and for the umpteenth time his heart stopped beating when she,turning around,leaned her melancholy and to say the least traumatized look on thr confused and worried one of him:hrr shiny and e/c eyes were soaked with sadness,and that usual light,which he loved so much to observe when she was happy,no longer shone,leaving room for a heavy veil that covered the view,annealing it,making appear her beautiful eyes dark,making it look like...empty,to say the least.

Copious tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes,slowly,almost lazily,rifling her cheeks.And she burst to tears,all while still maintaining the intense eye contact with Arno:her anguished,sad look that,desperately asking for help dig deep into the serious, worried,tired and sad of him.

And while he was intent on caressing her,as in the vain reason to remove the sadness imprinted in her face,he tried to raise a corner of his mouth in a light and almost invisible smile,trying and trying with all his heart to smile,wanting to make her understand that everything would be fine,and that him,now at that time,was there with her;wanting to make her feel protected,wanting to comfort her in every way he could.But despite all his efforts,he did not succeed in his intent,failing miserably:how could he even think of smiling at a time like that?How could he smile if she was crying so loudly?Simply,he could not.And his heart and soul cried too painfully in seeing Y/n suffer in a such brutal way.

And so,stretching both of his arms out,he wrapped them around her waist,pulling Y/n closer and closer to him,her shaky,cold and trembling form againts his muscular and warm one,her high sobs that were attenuated and muffled by his clothes.Her face was hidden in his chest,his chin resting on her head,gloved hands that caressed her hair,clutching hee to himself,almost wanting to melt with her,wanting to be able to make disappear all her fears,all her sadness,even if he had to sacrifice himself.

And he would have done it,without a doubt,without thinking twice,he would have sacrificed himself for her at any cost,no matter what and who.Y/n meant a lot to Arno,and he could not bear the idea that the beloved woman felt pain,or sadness.

Leaning over her ear,he left a chaste and single kiss on her cold cheek,his bearded face lightly scratching over her soft and smooth skin.

"Breathe,everything will be fine" his low,deep and soothing voice was just a barely audible whisper on that cold late winter evening,in that isolated,dark alley,while the snowflakes began to fall more and more numerous.

The imposing,old cathedral that overlooked and towered over the two Assassins like an imaginary giant,was watching and scrutinizing them silently,somewhat protecting them,making them invisible and secluded from the rest of the world,so that they could heal their open wounds,restore what caused pain and comfort each other's melancholy.

~~~

The only sound that was audible in his room,in that religious silence,was the slight crackling of the wood that,in the fireplace,began to burn.Kneeling in front of the fire,Arno lean into it and blew on the hot coals a few times to attract it,thus creating more fire.Once he was sure of the stability of the embers,he rose up again,cleaning his hands with a cloth that he found leaning against a chair next to the fire place.He was enchanted a few seconds to stare intensely at the tongues of the fire,which gradually embraced and burned the pieces of wood:its warm light gave a wonderful sparkle to the brown eyes of the Assassin,no longer covered with preccoupation and fear.

Suddenly a strong gust of cold wind,coming from the open doors that overlooked the balcony,reached him,making him shiver.So,walking silently to the balcony,he closed the two doors to lock,so as to prevent the strong wind to open them again.Remaining motionless in front of the glass doors,Arno began to make his gaze wander outside his room:a thick layer of snow covered the balustrade of the stone balcony,as well as covered all the roads,roofs of houses and all the buildings around him.

The whole Paris,at that moment,was as if it had been embraced by a cold,heavy white cloak,thus giving the city an elegant and pleasant appearance.The young Dorian could perceive an inhuman calm and a strange serenity in the peaceful atmosphere of that winter night.It was as if time stopped all of a sudden,excluding the snowflakes that,still,came down copious and slow from a dark sky.

Those snowflakes were as numerous as his thoughts which,almost endlessly,circulated in his mind,blurring it confusingly.Turning slowly,he wandered his tired gaze towards his bed: Y/n was lying on it,deeply sleeping under the warm blankets,appearing undisturbed by everything.From his lips came a long sigh:even though she was there with him at that moment,healthy and safe,Arno could not appease the feeling of worry and fear that were still present inside him;even though he had managed to find her,even though nothing had happened to her,even though everything had gone well,just as he had promised her,he could not become calm.

Even if he put all his heart into it,he could not stop the bad thoughts that clouded his mind and reason:what would have happened if he had found her dead?What would have happened if she had not been so quick?She would have died just as Èlise died before his eyes?He would have been left alone again?He would have lost,once again,a person dear to him?

Even though none of this happened,even though those thoughts were only exaggerations and worries,fears that his conscience created,he failed miserably.The experiences,those real nightmares that he had lived through not so long before,had improved him,but had also made him paranoid,anxious...fearful.He had to calm down,and he had absolutely no need to think about surreal,yet possible,tragedies.Yet...

Walking with slow and plush steps towards her,once he got close to the bed,he sat on the mattress at her side.He began to scrutinize her:her h/c hair was lightly scattered on the pillow on which her head rested;her face,which he himself had taken an interest in cleaning from the blood and dirt,appeared serene and quiet while she was asleep;her cheeks had regained their usual redness,her rosy lips were no longer purplish.She seemed almost as if she was...calm,as if nothing had happened.

Unlike Arno,who had conrastantial feelings and emotions within him:if on one hand he was relieved,soothed and happy,on the other hand he was still damned worried,afraid and anxious.He was struggling,he was torn.

Silently stretching his arm,the young Assassin placed his hand on her cheek,beginning to caress her gently,fearing to wake her up,scrutinized and observed her intensely,remembering how much she meant to him,thinking and being eternally grateful for how she changed his life,improving him,making him a better man,with new ideals,with different and changed ideas:eternally grateful that she was still there with him.If something bad,horrible had happened to her while he was not there to defend her and protect her,he would never have forgiven him.But at the same time...Y/n was there,before him,alive.

And all those negative emotions that weighed on his heart like a heavy boulder,disappeared altogether when,slowly opening her eyes,their gazes found themselves and chained one to the other.The Assassin waited,the heart that quickly palpitated as he saw again her e/c eyes shining with a weak light,loving and adoring the feeling of sinking and letting go of her intense gaze.

The corners of her mouth slowly rose into a ghost of a smile,when she recognized his familiar face.

"Arno" she whispered faintly,her low and melodic voice seemed like a medicine for the young Assassin.Keeping his hand on hee cheek, ontinuing to caress her even more,he got closer to her.

"Oui.I'm here" Arno replied with an equally low and quiet voice,returning her slight smile,eager to make her feel his presence.

Rising from the mattress,he quickly went to get a jug of fresh water that poured into a glass,which later gave the young woman.Once she drank the water,a religious silence fell between them,which was only interrupted by the crackling of the fire that still burned the pieces of wood and the stormy wind that blew through the small gaps between the doors.

"Thank you,Arno" she said in a high and gentle tone,infinite and boundless gratitude that made her eyes shine dimly,taking his big,warm hands and closing them around her small ones.But Y/n,from all of a sudden,stopped smiling,slightly frowning in a confused expression and just as worried.Arno understood that,once again on that interminable day,his eyes had betrayed him:perhaps he could deceive all the other people,but if he believed that he could mask his true emotions to the woman he loved and knew so well,he was just a fool and a deluded man.

Looking at her one last time in those two e/c orbs that he loved so much,but at the same time were full of confusion,he sighed heavily and then turned his gaze to the fireplace,in front of them.So,he felt the need to clarify everything that happened,feeling the need to explain himself.Arno knew very well that with his lover he could be himself,he knew very well that he could show her his true emotions,without fear and without having the feeling of appearing weak in her eyes.

"It was all planned,a novice this morning come to me and told me that we should have meet near your house,but when I arrived,you were not there.I ran here,trying to find you,but I didn't,and I understood everything" he begun with a low voice,his gaze fixed on the high tongues of fire that danced gently and slowly on the burning embers.Memories of a few hours earlier came back to mind, apturing him again in sadness and concern.

"He diverted me away,I had to be more perceptive, attentive" the Assassin finished explaining in a frantic voice,the evident and immense sense of guilt that hovered in his tone,making a small and almost invisible grimace with his mouth.

A religious silence suddenly fell between them,embracing them and surrounding them entirely,if it had not been for the continuous crackling of the burning wood and the strong wind blowing in that eternal,cold winter night.

"The Council will kick me out and take away my title of Assassin" the young woman noted,whispering in a coldly conscious tone that caused the tormented heart of the male Assassin to lose a beat.No.That would not have happened.It would never have happened.

"Why do you think that?" Arno asked in an alarmed tone,frowning,turning from all of a sudden on her side when he heard her say those words.Why ask a question, hen,if you already knew the answer?He did not need to hear or see what he already knew perfectly,but that question left his mouth almost instinctively.

"How can I pretend to be accepted,how can I pretend to be an Assassin if I can't kill a Templar?" she replied again,asking this more of herself than to him,settling more comfortably on the bed as she slightly lifted herself up,leaning her back againts the headboard,her voice was full of yearning awareness,and her shiny e/c eyes became watery from the tears that began to form.

And it was precisely for this reason that Arno ran so much that evening,it was for this reason that he unleashed his grievous and irascible wrath on the Assassin;it was for this reason that when he arrived near the cathedral of Notre Dame,he found her in a state of shock.It was precisely for that reason,it was because she could not kill that she looked at those guards that she had killed in a stunned and disgusted way.It was not that the young woman could not kill Templars,or simple guards who walked the streets of Paris:she could not kill any living soul,whether it would be a Templar or a simple thief.

Although she was very skillful,despite being gifted in all the techniques that Arno himself had taught her,she was not able,there was was not in her spirituality,there was was not in her nature to kill another person,even if it was an enemy.

Many times the Council had warned the young Dorian about this,about Y/n;many times they had asked him to improve her,and to make disappear in her what they stupidly called 'insecurity' and 'hesitation'.She was even often laughed at and judged by the other Assassins for this...which is also why that clever and mischievous novice had breaded all that.

"And the more time passes bye,the closer I am to think that I have failed all my purposes,all my goals.Before the brotherhood I had nothing,no one.Now,I have failed" Y/N continued,capturing Arno's silence as a tacit listening,keeping hee tone of voice low,melancholy and tiredness taking shape on her beautiful and pale face.

"If I have no purpose here in the brotherhood,how can I have another purpose outside of all this eternal war,Arno?" the young woman concluded, raising her tired gaze and chaining,uniting her own with that thoughtful one of him,who was scrutinizing her carefully and intensely:sadness,pain,didn't suit on her.He did not want the surrender he perceived in her voice,eyes and expression to take possession of her pure heart and gentle soul.

He would have done anything not to make her feel the same sadness and sense of uselessness that he had experienced,and felt,in previous years.So,moving and sitting more comfortably on the mattress,he came closer to her,so as to capture her attention.

"You have a purpose.Keeping me alive" Arno murmuring softly,speaking with his heart in his hand,and stretching one arm in her direction,he gently took her chin between two fingers and lifted her face until their two looks met for the umpteenth time.aand he would never get tired of observing how those two precious e/c stones could shine intensely with their own light,and he would also nevee get tired of sinking into their immense depths.

Y/n,however,appeared to be nothing short of astonished at his words:words she knew very well,she could perceive that they were truthfull,she was perfectly aware of Arno's past and all his old life,and countless times she heard the young Assassin thank her for all she had done for him.

"And I don't care if you can't kill,I don't care if you're an Assassin or not.Don't ever say and never think again that you failed,because that's not true," Dorian continued,rising his voice,a silent plea clearly audible in the last sentence he said;his thumb gently tracing her face,gestures and caresses made with a touch that could be compared to that of a feather,treating her as if she were a porcelain doll about to break.

"Me,like you,had nothing and no one,and all the people I cared about were taken away from me,but then I met you.You improved me,you helped to shape the man I am today" Arno said with a strong,glad and also proud tone,warm and brown eyes that reflected the sadness that shaped his life.And those words,said in such a true,humble and honest way,moved Y/n.She was,after all,the only person who encouraged him when others discouraged him,the only friend who believed in him when others did not give him hope,the only woman who could always comfort him.

"And in this you have not failed.I owe much of this to you.And if something bad ever happens to you just because others push you to do things that go against your will,I would never forgive myself.I was and still am in love with you for what you are,not for what you are not" the Assassin declared with a soft and clear voice,slightly tilting his head to the side, loving the feeling of her leaning into his palm,continuing to touch her face,while she closed her eyes almost as if she was being lulled by his velvet touch.Finding comfort,peace within herself in his presence,in hearing his low,deep voice.

"You have a purpose...being with me,by my side,never think of abandoning.Never think of abandoning me" Arno pleaded with shiny eyes,almost as if he were praying to her,almost as if he wanted to make her promise that despite everything and everyone,she would never abandon him because,as he encouraged her,she cured his shortcomings,thus completing each other.

Y/n did not feel her heart beating for a few seconds,which seemed to her eternally infinite,while he finished speaking,the silence that once again reigned supreme among them.She did not know what to say,what to do and how to act to all that he had confessed to her.She was breathless and even without words.

They were sitting in front of each other,exchanging long and intense glances that spoke more than a thousand words,digging deeply into each other's eyes,as if to try to find that thing,that one pure emotion that united them:a tear,a smile,love.

A kiss.

"Every moment I have spent by your side has made my life worth living"

She was the only woman to whom he would always be devoted and grateful to;Y/n was the only and one the woman hhe loved,who he would always love,unconditionally and infinitely,for eternity;and he was the only man she would adore,love and admire,forever.

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Translations:

*Bonsoir à toi=Good evening to you;

*Monsieur=Sir;

*Dis moi où elle est= Tell me where she is;

*Fils de pute= Son of a bitch.

*Raison d'être= a reason for existence (the most important reason or purpose for someone or something's existence)

#Arno Dorian #arno dorian x reader #assassin's creed unity #unity #assassin's creed #x reader #one shot #imagine #angst #my writing

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The Monster 2/?? - August Walker fanfic

This is a re-post from my other blog... I’ve decided to post my writing on a separate page, it’ll be easier to access like that.

I’ve edited this a little, but there might still be some spelling mistakes & grammatical errors. (English is not my 1st language!) So, if you see something that irks you, please tell me! :)

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PART TWO - Breaking

Word count: 3.2k (The bit below the 2nd gif was labeled “part 2.2″, and titled “Interlude at the office”, but it’s quite short, so I decided to not make it separate anymore.)

Warnings: Sex (unprotected), rough sex, a certain dose of violence (including light choking), SMUT, swearing and bad language. And August Walker. (The Kingstache deserves its own warning.) And it’s probably full of typos and redundancies.

Part one can be found here!

He texted her around midnight. He had tried to not give in, resisted for almost a week, but he needed to let some steam off tonight. And he thought he liked her, which was angering him even more. She was a good investigator: smart, could think outside the box, and did not take shit from anyone, not even him. He used to like that about Sloane: she commanded respect. She did not deserve it, though. He did not know yet if Annie Franken did, he had not scratched under the surface enough. But after the month he had spent here in Brussels, he could say that he almost enjoyed working with her. At the very least, she made this dull case more acceptable. He had been offended when Sloane had given him the assignment. He felt it was an insult to his previous accomplishments. And the case would last months. At least, he’d get to travel around Europe. And since that night, he thought she was another perk.

Less than five minutes into his first meeting with the captain, he had requested to see the whole team’s files. He wanted to know exactly who he was working with, especially as it was his first time working with the Nexus. The man in charge had refused, but he went higher to get them, and he got them. Detective Franken’s dossier was heavier than the others, almost as thick as the captain’s. Apart from the chief, she had been there longer than everyone on that team, which was why she was in charge, and his direct liaison officer.

She had been in a little more trouble than the others, too. Nothing important: some insubordination (from what the redacted report seemed to say, she had been right, and her senior officer got fired shortly afterwards), and a one-time misconduct while handling a criminal in her care (he was lucky to still be alive, but he had it coming). He smiled thinking about the pics of Denizio, the “victim”: covered in bruises and scratches, a couple of deep bites, a dislocated shoulder, and multiple fractures (nose in two places, left side of his face smashed in, seven ribs, and right ankle). He was impressed: she was a fighter, and a nasty one. He had searched for the video of the incident, but had not got to it yet. He didn’t doubt that the evidence had been deliberately lost, to avoid her too much trouble.

The file also contained a lot of praise: from her former chief in the federal police, and her current one. Thinking back of his first meeting with the man, all these compliments, the twinkle in his eyes: the captain admired her, maybe even had a crush on her. August understood the appeal: good at her job, and a nice rack. Maybe too virtuous, at first sight, but he could smell that there was something hidden under the surface of that porcelain skin. Something wicked. He could see it as clearly as his own darkness.

So he stole her psych evaluations, and got disappointed when he read them. All pristine. Not in an obvious, “I’ll tell them what they need to ear” way. She admitted some problems, discomfort, insomnia, anxiety even. But she had a degree in psychology and criminology: she could’ve been faking it. He listened to the tapes: she sounded genuine. Articulate, but still confused by her feelings and reactions at times. Not the reactions of a control freak, just someone genuinely trying to understand herself, and better herself. He particularly disliked the way she was bouncing ideas off the shrink, as if he had been a wall to play against. No, actually, it’s the guy he hated. He either talked too much, or didn’t ask the right questions, the ones he would’ve asked her. And she seemed to like that bespectacled poster boy of blandness. He thought for a moment that they had fucked in his office, but after a really quick check, he found out the man was a closeted gay.

And so, an hour ago, he parked his car in front of her building, trying to calm down after Sloane’s phone call, a fire burning low inside him. He texted: “Are you at your place? Can be there in 10.” He knew she was in: shortly after his arrival, she got out on the balcony, sipping a drink, looking at the horizon, stretching her limbs, trying to unwind after a long day. The answer he got ignited something else in him. “Sure.” Not yes: sure. Sure, you can come over and fuck me. Sure, I’m waiting for you, CIA. Sure. He was panting, raging. He tried to steady his breathing, which took some time. He gripped the wheel tight, his knuckles turning white. Concentrating on the air filling his lungs, then escaping, slowly. Better. Blank face, blank mind, the August Walker way. Never give too much, to anyone. So tonight, he was going to take. And he made himself a promise.“If she has changed from that black t-shirt and sweatpants from earlier, I’ll take everything I want.” He too needed to unwind.

He got out of the car, slowly making his way to the 3rd floor apartment, still breathing in patterns, not to snap too quickly with the pretty doll upstairs. He knocked, looking at the floor. Seconds stretched, and she finally opened the door. She was barefoot, naked legs, dark red satin starting a few inches above her knees. A short kimono, belt knotted tightly around her waist, modestly covering her ample breasts. Sexy, not slutty. He felt his cock twitch. She still sported the same ponytail she had earlier, but she looked younger than at work. Probably the absence of the constantly furrowed brow, which was a common look in those offices, anywhere around the world.

Pushing past her, he entered without a hello. He heard her protest: “I did not invite you in!”, and made his way into the living room.

“I am not a vampire, I don’t need your invitation.” Thinking to himself “What you are wearing is one, anyway.” He heard the door close.

“Yeah, you give more of a werewolf vibe, actually…” His cock twitched again. He turned to face her, menacingly backing her against the wall. “Doll, you have NO IDEA”, he thought.

He towered over her, a nasty look on his face. He was so close she could probably feel the warmth of his chest, though they were not touching yet.

“Don’t you like a wild beast?” He breathed her scent deeply. “Damn, you smell nice, doll!”

“Do I look like a poodle lady?”, she jested.

And all hell broke lose inside of him: he slammed his body into hers, pinning her against the wall, making her gasp from the physical shock. He grabbed her wrist in his left hand, and opened the kimono with the right: she was wearing a dark red satin balconnet bra that barely covered her breasts. He grabbed her ass: a thong. All assorted to the robe. “Something for guests.”

She was pushing her hips towards him: he growled, less than an inch from her mouth now, but instead of kissing her like she wanted him to, he bit her throat and sucked viciously. She yelped : the thought that this man could hurt her, or break her in two with ease, crossed her mind, but she was still aroused. And she could feel that he was too. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. The thought of August Walker having a heart made her chuckle, and he growled some more as a response to her silent joke. She ran her free hand in his hair and, wanting to kiss him, she grabbed him to make him move towards her face. But he snatched her wrist, brought both her arms above her head and held them secure in his gigantic left paw, still nibbling on her throat. He unbuckled his pants with his right hand, undid the zipper, moving away from her just enough to look at her heaving chest, moving up and down rapidly with desire. Her nipples were peaking out of the satin, now, hard as rocks.

He brutally yanked her thong, and she felt the elastic band clap on her hip. She almost told him that those cost a lot of money, but decided it was wisest to just go with the flow, right now. She got distracted almost immediately anyway: he took his cock out and penetrated her without holding back. As she was dripping with anticipation (she had been since receiving the text, to be honest, running to the bedroom to change out of her comfortable sweats, into something more appropriate for a booty call), he slid his entire length inside her with ease, up to the hilt, and stayed still for a few seconds, looking hungrily at her round tits, biting his lips at the sight of her exposed nipples. He let go of her wrists, leaving them tingling with the sensation of blood circulating again in her veins, and pushed the satin robe off her shoulders and arms. She let it slide off her, feeling it brushing the back of her legs as it fell to the floor.

Suddenly, he pushed the vase and the decorative bowl that were placed on the sideboard next to them, sending them crashing down, and lifted her with his other arm to sit her on the wooden piece of furniture, still inside her. He then planted both his hands on the wall, on each side of her head, framing her, leaning in, his forehead touching hers, pushing her shoulders closer against the cold surface, and he started moving his hips, back and forth, between her thighs, wide open for him, increasing the speed every few thrusts. She moaned louder, and tried to grab his shirt to open it.

“Don’t.”

That one syllable made her blood freeze, and she took her hands off him, grabbing the edge of the sideboard outside of her legs instead. He was grunting like an animal, a huge bear completely enveloping her with his frame. She had always liked big guys, she liked feeling small in their arms and under them. She didn’t need a man to protect her; it was more about being shielded from the outside world for a moment, forgetting everything but the man fucking her senseless. And this large grizzly was very good at that, even if he was rough. She liked rough. She preferred a bit of pain than feel nothing at all.

But the bear man was inflicting more than a little pain, now. His eyes were still fixed on her breasts, dark with rage, his thrusts becoming violent. His lips occasionally sucked at her nipples, more often his teeth bit into them, but he was mostly looking at her breathing in and out, slightly smiling when she’d whimper in protest. And as she started to cry a bit louder, a visible grin was adorning his face.

He stopped pumping into her, grabbed her with one arm around her waist, carrying her next to the couch. There, he pulled her off his cock, savoring her gasp, and put her down. Her legs were slightly shaking, but she did not try to hold onto him for balance. She had understood that he was in a foul mood, and did not want to be touched. “Good girl.” But he was still raging, not feeling like calming down, and she would pay the price for it, even if she behaved. But he was sure that she could take it. If she had wanted him to stop, she would’ve fought back, and he’d be in a similar state as that “poor” Denizio guy.

So, instead of feeling sorry for her, he turned her around, bent her over, and parted her legs with his hands, guiding her ankles with a feet. He slapped her ass once, twice, three times. She let a scream escape only with the first blow. He pushed her forward, so that she ended up kneeling on the sofa. But instead of letting her upper chest rest on the back of it, he grabbed the base of her ponytail in his left fist, and yanked, silently ordering her to look at him. And as soon as her eyes met his, he slid his cock back into her, making her moan loudly. He saw fire behind her pupils: she was enjoying this. Thus, he fucked her, hard and fast, into oblivion. And her cries of rapture grew louder and more desperate. He let go of her hair, seizing her elbows instead, pulling her to him, allowing him to go even faster. She came, but it still wasn’t enough for him, so he let go of her arms, and shoved her face in the seat, pushing her back with both hands. She was screaming now, her petite body jerking with each thrust. He slapped her ass some more, leaving big red marks on her pale, soft flesh, and vigorously took hold of her waist, knowing perfectly well he’d leave bruises, feeling pride at the thought.

She felt him withdrawing, turning her around to face him. She was a rag doll in his hands, unable to think for herself. Not once had she fought him, asked him to stop. She thoroughly loved being used by him. He could take whatever he wanted, right now. And he did: he bottomed out into her, making her howl, a throaty wail after her prior screaming, and pinned her down with his hips. His right hand lifted her leg up, allowing him deeper access into her cunt, and his left hand caught her throat. The surprise of his touch made her climax, her whole body shaking, her eyes rolling in her head, her back arching, her walls clenching on him. Thereby, he huffed and puffed as his own orgasm built, and swore profusely as he pulled out of her to come all over her belly and her breasts.

Both out of breath, they looked at each other, panting, completely spent. She saw a light in his eyes, hoped he would just collapse on top of her, and finally kiss her, but in an instant, his expression changed. He got up, tucking himself back in his pants, rearranging his clothes, smoothing his messy hair. And without one last look at her, he got out, his words slapping her face.

“See you at work tomorrow, Franken.”

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The day had been long, just like the rest of the week. She still couldn’t sit down without wincing. She couldn’t sit down at all the first day. And she had to wear a fucking turtleneck to hide the bite marks and the hickeys he had adorned her neck with. Her whole body was covered in bruises, purple finger prints on her wrists and forearms, on her hips, on her ass. She was raging inside, and he was there, working like absolutely nothing happened.

He did not avoid her, they still exchanged about the investigation, they had prepared a necessary trip to London. But it felt different than the week before, the week after that first night. Before, she had noticed his gaze, a furtive smile; once, he even had asked her if she wanted tea. But now, he was distant. Or maybe she simply wanted him to be closer.

She was angry about all the marks left on her, and she definitely would’ve preferred to be able to sit normally, but it was the way he left that hurt the most, and how he acted now. She wasn’t a fuck toy to discard after use. She didn’t want a relationship, she just wanted him to acknowledge her existence in a decent way. Say hello, and kiss her before, during and after making her climax like she hadn’t in a long, long time. She could’ve been nice to him too, reciprocate. Because whatever August Walker tried to pretend he was, deep down, he was human too. Probably. Or maybe he was just a psycho.

She could see some signs: the manipulation, the violence. She wasn’t sure about the lack of remorse or guilt. She felt he was wearing a mask, not just covering up a mistake. Doing what was expected of a cold, calculated man. But she had seen glimpses of humanity in him. He had grabbed a fantasy book left by Simon on his desk, and had smiled as if remembering the first time he had read it. She heard him hum to a song played on the radio while on a stakeout, thinking she was asleep. Not a robot, just a character he was projecting, for protection most probably. She could relate: she had tried that, but could never maintain it for too long. She still joked, she still cared. And she needed to come out for air after keeping a serious face for too long. Just like she could not let him get away with using her like he had, not without saying something.

So tonight, after sending Simon and Niklaas home, she confronted him. He was finishing the cold pizza they had earlier, mumbling about anchovies.

“How did that broom get stuck so high up your arse?”, she asked, a fake incredulous look on her face. He almost chocked on a tiny hairy fish, and he fumed.

“I’d really love to ear that story. Please, tell me how!” She batted her eyelashes, simulating fascination.

“I’m not playing this game with you…” He dropped the slice back in its box.

“No, of course not. I can’t take control of the conversation, that would belittle you, wouldn’t it?”

He remained silent, stood up and walked towards the door. Before he got there, she aimed and fired: “You lost control the other night.”

He stopped in his tracks, turned around.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. I had zero control, I left it to you, but you lost it anyway. If you had not lost it, you would’ve pretended. You’re a great pretender, Walker, that’s part of your job. But instead, you acted like a little boy who can’t help breaking his toys.”

“There”, she thought. He twitched when she called him a boy, almost catching fire. And right after, a flash in his eyes. Regrets. Just a hint, before snapping back.

“You enjoyed it.”

“I do like it rough, yes. But I don’t like being treated like a cheap whore.” She got on her feet, moved slowly towards him, stopping just an inch from his tall frame. “I’m not cheap in any way.”

Looking down on her, August wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand in the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. Almost tenderly, if it wasn’t for the hardening cock in his pants, rubbing lightly against her belly. He breathed in slowly, before what must have felt to him like spilling his guts.

“Let me take you out while we’re in London. For dinner.”

She pushed away from him, moving towards the door.

“No.” She got out of the office. “See you at work tomorrow, Walker.”

#fanfic #august walker #august walker fic #august walker smut #The Monster #smutty smut

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