#wearing a mask helped a bit but of course that just makes breathing harder

[goldensunset]

ugh how long do i have to sleep how many fluids must i consume how warm and cozy do i have to be to unsick the sick

[yourimagines]

Can you do Darth Vader x top male reader smut if you don’t smut fluff will be fine

I normally don’t do smut with Vader and a top male reader but here it is, hope it’s good enough for you

Let me try

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, smut, swearing, fluff

Darth Vader POV

“Where is Y/N?” I asked commander Hopper. “He’s at the training facility, my lord.” I nodded and walked away. ‘Why he’s he there, he’s never at the training facility.’ As I came closer to the training facility the stronger I felt him through the force. ‘There he is.’ He was running, without a shirt. Sweat was dripping down his muscular back. I walked in and looked him train. He obviously heard me and stopped, smiling at me. “My lord, what brings you this pleasure today.” He hops off the treadmill and grabs a towel, wiping away his sweat on his forehead. “Why are you here?” I looked around, he was alone.. “well I figured out that I needed to train more, I hope you don’t mind.” He flashed me a smile. I walked closer to him. “Who told you to train more?” ‘I’m not stupid, someone told him.’ He nervously laughed. “Tell me Y/N.” I reached my hand out, softly touching his cheek. “A few troopers and commander Dent.” I felt anger rise up. “But it’s okay, I mean look at me now.” My eyes traveled slowly over his body. ‘He does looks more in shape now.’ He carefully placed his hand on my chest. “Don’t play this dangerous game Y/N.” He ignores me and moves further. “Come on my lord, just let me try it for once.” I felt his heartbeat through his touch. I closed the doors through the force and walked us over to the wall. “You want to try, you can try.” My hands went to my mask and I pulled it off. He looks me directly into my eyes. “Hey.” He softly says. His hand went up to my face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He traces his finger over my scars “I’m a busy man..” he nods and helps me to undress my chest pieces and down to my legs. “You let me try right?” I nodded and flashed him a smile. “Whatever makes you happy.”

We were both naked, laying on the gym floor. “You sure the doors are closed.” “Don’t you trust me, of course. And if not I simply kill them.” He smiles and starts to kiss my neck. “I’ve missed you.” His hands travel down from my chest to my lower stomach. “Show me how much…” he blushes and starts to kiss his way down. My human hand went up to his head, tangling my fingers through his hair. He stops at my waist, teasingly placing smaller kisses. “Y/N cut the teasing.” I felt my boner getting harder. “Sorry Vader.” He softly kissed the tip and kissed after that a vein that was popping on the side of my shaft. I grabbed his head a bit firmer. “You like that huh, teasing me.” He looks up, with an innocent look on his face. “I’m just trying to please you my lord.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Okay.. do your thing.” I lay back as he starts to suck me off. His hands squeezing my thighs. “Damm y/n, you’re good at this.” I pulled softly his hair.

Y/n POV

I was sucking him off, playing with my tongue around his tip. I heard he started to breathe deeper and slowed down a bit. I looked up and he was his eyes closed, mumbling softly. His face was soften not that stone cold look he’s normally wears. His hand went through my hair, slightly pulling me down. “Don’t fucking stop now y/n.” I quickly went back, caressing his thighs and sucking him good. I felt his hips buckle up and a soft moan escapes. I felt him twitching in my mouth and felt his cum leaking in my mouth. I licked everything up. I looked up at him. “You liked that.” He doesn’t say anything just looking at me. “Can you help me.” I looked down at my own boner. “I never done anything like that.” He sits back up, his back against the wall. “It’s not that difficult, if you want you can try.” He was hesitated. “It’s fine, no worries.” I stood up, throwing carefully his clothes at him, while searching for mine. I felt his hand on my ankle. “Teach me.” He sat on his knees, looking so innocent. “Okay, but tell me if you don’t want to do this anymore, so we can stop.” He nods slowly. I carefully placed my hand on his cheek, I slowly slide my thumb into his mouth. I felt his tongue and pushed his mouth further open. I grabbed my throbbing boner and pushed it into his mouth. “Just move your head while you suck on it.” My hand was on the back of his head, guiding him. I helped him with rolling my hips slowly. I felt his tongue move around. “Just like that.” He was looking at me. I caressed his cheek. “You’re doing good…” I grabbed his face and moved a bit faster. He moved his hands to my thighs. “You’re okay Vader.” He nods. “Good, suck the tip for me…please.” He moved up to the tip. His tongue moving around. “Oh fuck.” I threw my head back and felt myself leaking into his mouth. “Just swallow.” I caressed his cheek as he swallowed my cum. I pulled my dick out of his mouth with a plop. “You okay?” He nods and stands up. “Yes are you?” “Of course Vader.” He gives me a small smile and grabbed his clothes. “Let’s get moving, we have a meeting in ten.” “Of course.” We both changed back in our clothes. “Vader, I need your permission to come a bit later, I can’t show up in these training clothes.” He nodded and clicked his helmet on. “Thank you.” “No thank you.” His robot voice reacted back to me. I smiled and run off to our quarters, ready to get changed.

[luvkun4]

warnings: wc ; 0.5k. Nanami x fem!reader, smut ; MDNI, Nanami fucks you in the bathroom at your parents house, vaginal penetration, Ken calls you a slut, daddy kink, creampie, intentional lowercase, not proofread

notes: have some impromptu Nanami smut bc it’s 7am and i’m delirious

of course you’d bring someone like him home, your parents would expect nothing less from you. they’ve always held you on a pedestal, always proud of you for everything you did and handed out the necessary praise in return. so when you tell them you’re in a relationship, they’re ecstatic to meet him.

he was perfect. the ideal man in even a strangers’ eyes — there was no way they’d have a problem with him. and they didn’t. he cleaned up nice, was polite and respectful, and despite how quiet he usually is, was actually sociable. all the more reason for your parents to love him.

and yet, behind that perfect facade you both wear, was something more devious. something more sinful.

you had already eaten dinner and cleaned up, heading upstairs to fix yourself up. and of course, your doting boyfriend followed suit. but as soon as the door shut, the second you had the slightest bit of privacy, he was on you like a starving man having his first meal.

perhaps it was that dress you wore, his favorite one. the one that rose up just a tad too high when you sat down, giving him a perfect view of your thighs and the lingering bruises he had left there from nights prior. or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to justify his eagerness.

two large hands hold your waist, that skimpy dress bunched up at your stomach with your panties long forgotten about. with glassy eyes, you stare into the mirror in front of you, taking in the lewd scene.

as if you’re nothing more than a doll, you’re bent over the sink, your hands grasping the counter for any sort of leverage. your lower lip is caught between your teeth in an attempt to muffle your whimpers, though it does nothing to mask the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

you swear you can feel him in your stomach, his cockhead brushing against your sweet spot with every hard thrust. truthfully, Nanami couldn’t care less about going easy on you — not right now, not while you’re dressed like that.

he leans forward, bringing his palm over your mouth to keep you quiet when you moan a little too loud.

“gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low, “wouldn’t want your parents finding out their perfect little angel is nothing more than a slut.”

you whimper behind his hand, shutting your eyes to keep your composure. he’s quick to correct you, though, slamming into you harder so your hips hit the counter.

“keep ‘em open. want you to see how pretty you look taking daddy’s cock knowing we could get caught.”

you listen, of course, afraid that if you disobey he’ll make sure you get caught. your obedience is almost rendered useless, however, when he starts to lose himself too.

his thrusts become unsteady and his grip on your body gets impossibly tighter. before you know it he’s fully bent over you, holding you in place as he pumps you full of cum. and after you both catch your breath, he helps you fix your appearance, smirking to himself when you both walk downstairs knowing his cum is pooling in your panties.

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[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | three

*Ellie’s POV*

Tyler was nice enough to pick Liam up from daycare and took him home for the night so I could be alone. It was 3:30 by the time I finished my work so I decided to get ready. I cut almost a foot of my hair off and it was so freeing, as if any hair Noah touched was gone. I did a classic red lip and black winged liner for my make up, and threw on some light blue ripped jeans, a black strapless shirt and my checkered vans. I look a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. Even though I didn’t want to see him, I hope I make him eat his heart out if I do.

“Remember, you’re doing this for Matt, not him.” I nodded at Danielle as I took a shot, chasing it with my gin and tonic. I was getting a huge wave of deja vu and I didn’t like it one bit. We went up to the balcony to avoid being seen by them. The openers this time were Erra and I See Stars and they were so fucking good, listening to them made me realize how much I missed listening to this kind of music. It was also nice to see Jesse and Clint play instead of awkwardly running into them in Noah’s kitchen. I had to admit Clint was really good … “Oh my god.” Danielle and I looked at each other as Bad Omens got onto the stage. They were all wearing ski masks as they opened with Artificial suicide. I kept my eyes on Folio to distract myself from looking at Noah, but I kept stealing glances at him. He looked a lot more confident than he did last year and his stage presence was hard to ignore. He took his mask off and I noticed he had cut his hair even shorter, I hated how he could pull off any length of hair. “I still think no one is doing front of house like Matt is.” Danielle commented, “These guys sound so fucking good thanks to him.” “I know, he really is the best.” I replied, feeling a small smile appear on my lips. I looked over the balcony and saw Matt working his magic. He looked so cute as his head bobbed to the music while his hands constantly adjusted the sounds. Danielle nudged me as she pointed at my face, “are you blushing?” “No.” I quickly clapped back as cupped my cheek. Fuck, I was burning up. She just rolled her eyes as we went back to watching the band. Their new stage set up was really cool and I was floored hearing a remastered version of Broken Youth. Noah always told me that song would never see the light of day again, I guess that was just another lie he told me. After the song ended, I saw Noah look up in our direction. He definitely saw us and I felt like my world stopped in that moment. “We’ve been spotted. Do you wanna go?”

“No.” I replied, not taking my eyes off him, he was seemingly doing the same. “I’m not letting him win.”

We both watched him as the chords for Just Pretend started. He was amping up for a speech, I could tell. I gripped harder onto the balcony as I prayed he didn’t say anything or call me out. The more chords Jolly played, the faster my heart would beat. Every time I hear that song it feels like I’m time travelling back to Seattle when he dedicated it to me. “Before I start, I just wanted to dedicate this to someone who may or not be here tonight. Help me sing loud enough that she can hear me.” My jaw was on the fucking floor as I looked over at Danielle, who had the same expression on her face. Of course he knew I was here. He kept looking up here every chance he got. As he sang the song, he had this smug smirk on his face. He knew what he was fucking doing. Noah stood on one of the risers, pointing in my direction as the song came to an end.

“Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy?”

My knuckles were turning white as I gripped onto the rail harder. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or roll my eyes…the nerve of this man.

[fanficsforfun]

Throw grenade!

Paring: Ghost x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none (well, there’s obviously content including grenades, a non-dangerous incident with them and a little bit of romantic tension)

Summary: you want to learn to throw hand grenades and to your surprise, Ghost is happy to teach you

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You had been interested in the things soldiers can do ever since you were a teenager. Their combat skills fascinated you, and before anything else, made you feel safe. Of course, you could have just stayed close to the soldiers, but you wanted to learn something for yourself. So you asked one of them to teach you. He was a lieutenant in the Special Forces, a huge guy with a skull mask. Ghost was the code name he used, but his real name remained a mystery to you. He looked so intimidating, but he had been kind to you.

You didn't really think he'd say yes, you were just an office worker after all, and he certainly wouldn't start training civilians but sometimes the unexpected does happen. And that's how you found yourself on the base's training area with him, wearing a vest and a helmet, and trying your very best to learn how to throw a hand grenade.

“Most importantly, don’t remove the safety pin until you’re ready to throw”, Ghost highlighted. “This is just a practice grenade so nothing’s gonna happen, but treat it like it's the real deal.”

“Roger that, lieutenant”, you nodded. It was a little difficult for you to concentrate, because the man's huge figure was distracting you from his words. His closeness got some butterflies flying in your stomach, and you couldn't help but wonder what his touch would feel like. God damn it, focus! You reproached yourself.

“So, what you gotta do is to place the grenade in the hand you’re better at throwing. Grip the grenade in the palm of your hand with the pull ring pointing up. Use your thumb to put pressure on the safety lever. Make sure you squeeze hard enough unless you want it to explode in your hands. Then, pull off the safety pin with the index or middle finger of your non-throwing hand. Keep squeezing the safety lever until you throw the grenade.”

“Squeeze that flat thing, pull the ring off, throw the grenade?”

“That’s right. Your turn, but don’t throw it yet.” He handed a grenade to you, once more walking you through the process step by step just to be safe. You held the grenade hesitantly in your hand, so Ghost told you to squeeze harder.

“That’s good”, he complimented when your grip was tight enough.

Once you got the hang of holding the grenade and removing the pin, Ghost continued: “Now, when you’re throwing, bring your throwing hand back, keep your non-throwing hand stretched out in front of you in the direction you intend to throw and throw the grenade in a head-over motion. After you have thrown the grenade, seek cover. We’ll be practicing throwing in a standing position, so just drop down on your knee.”

He showed you how to throw the grenade first without actually throwing it and then how to do the whole thing from the beginning. Grenade in hand, pin off, side facing the throwing direction, one arm straight ahead, grenade hand behind, overhead throw, down on one knee and bend down low.

“Ready?” He asked, handing you a new practice grenade.

You nodded and positioned yourself sideways to the throwing direction as the man had shown you. You took a deep breath before pulling off the pin and bringing your hand backwards.

“Throw grenade!” Ghost's command came in the strict military way, making you feel like a real recruit for a moment. As soon as the grenade was released from your grip, the man put his large, warm hand on your shoulder, reminding you to get down. It was no more than a little, innocent touch, but it made a pleasant wave of shivers to rush through your body. Oh God, why did it have to feel so good?

Ghost's hand stayed on your shoulder for only a few seconds, the time it would have taken for the right grenade to explode, and then he moved it aside and stood up.

“Well done. You’re damn natural talent”, he noted, then handing you another grenade.

You blushed and giggled, took the grenade and got ready to throw it. He nodded, and so you repeated what you had previously done - pin off, hand back, wait for the “throw grenade”-command and follow the order. The grenade flew in a beautiful curve and exploded just before hitting the ground. You flinched and turned to look at Ghost, whose eyes twinkled with amusement.

"That was a real grenade!" You breathed, shock clearly visible on your face. You could feel your heart racing, and you were pretty sure he could too.

"I know." The man replied like it was nothing.

“But…”, you started, looking at him like you couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“What? Do you think we have practice grenades with us on the field?”

“No, but you said it’s just a practice grenade!”

“The first one was, yeah. But why not give you a real one when you clearly can handle them?”

“But what if it would have slipped or something?” You asked, your voice still shaky.

“Then I would have dragged you into the trench with me. You would've been all right.” Ghost’s voice was soothing now, and the look in his eyes soft. His hand was still resting on your shoulder, his thumb stroking your skin through your shirt. “I’m a professional, remember? I won't let you get hurt.”

You nodded, slowly relaxing under his touch.

“Look, I didn’t mean to scare you, but I figured it would be better if you thought it was just another practice grenade. That way you wouldn’t think too much about it and the risk of failing would be lower”, he explained calmly.

“Well, it worked”, you admitted.

“As intended. Do you still want to continue or have you had enough?” He then asked.

“Continue!” A smile rose to your lips and you felt excited and confident, despite the scare you had earlier. You had just thrown a real grenade, just like a real soldier would!

“All right, there you go”, Ghost replied, handing you yet another grenade.

[tatooinequeeen]

Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

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Triggers: Soft ooey gooey love, language

Chapter Four: Angels Like You

How melodramatic that it would rain non-stop for the weeks since Ghost had gone on his mission with Soap. The drizzle only made it that much more difficult for you to keep your chin up. You had never acted like this over a guy before, but of course he wasn’t like other guys was he? You got through each day on fumes and memories working toward the day when you would be back in his arms and all would be right in the world again. You spent just a few short days wrapped up in one another but you knew without a doubt you wanted to spend the rest of your life that way. What would that mean for you? He wouldn’t leave his job simply for the fact he had demons he could exorcize when he was away so it wouldn’t bleed into his day to day and you only knew that because Soap was the same way.

You guess if you had to put it down on paper a life with Ghost would just be the two of you somehow making it work, maybe marriage wouldn’t be in the cards but if he asked you would of course say yes. If he pledged himself to you otherwise that would be good enough for you, too. He would have his responsibilities and you would travel with him when you could and wait for him when you couldn’t while cultivating the life you always dreamed of, a life filled with the kind of love that you could live off of. It's so tangible. You never really thought of having kids and you don’t think he would want any either, based on his home life and his struggles with his brother but you would be the best auntie and uncle to Soap’s kids which you’re sure will be coming along soon. Come to think of it, Soap has been extra sneaky about this woman he has been seeing lately and you’re curious to see where it’s going, if she ends up being the one you wouldn't be the least bit surprised. He’s ready to settle down and have a family.

You’re curled up on the couch reading a supernatural romance when your phone beeps at you. Of course your heart rate rockets as it has with every text since Ghost backed out of your driveway and you’re rewarded with his name on the screen which splits your face into a grin.

Simon <3: Come outside

You don’t even pause to put on shoes, you shoot out your front door in your socks and run to your driveway where he’s walking up from Soap’s idling pickup truck. You hit Ghost at full force and he lets out a “whoosh” of air but catches you, dropping his bag and grips the backs of your thighs to help you wrap your legs around his waist. You nuzzle your face in the side of his neck and you don’t even mind him wearing his mask, you just breathe in his scent and are overwhelmed with the feeling of being at home. “God, I missed you baby” his deep voice rumbles against your chest and it is such a decadent feeling you decide you’re never going to give it up. You lean back, rain pouring down on both of you, Soap watching you have this intimate moment together from his truck and you lean your forehead against Ghost’s. “Stay with me, Simon. I don’t want to give you up.” He just leans his forehead harder against yours and breathes out, “Never, I’m never giving you up.”

-Three months later-

“Ghost don’t you fucking dare.” You glare at the beast of a man staring at you from across the bed at you while you are putting a pair of earrings in. “If you start anything right now we are going to be late and you know Soap will know why.” He laughs in the way that makes your toes curl everytime and you let out a giggle. You’ll never get tired of hearing him laugh, his spirit so carefree and happy that he can be vulnerable with you in a way he never was before. He stalks around the bed and you retreat further away with every step he takes toward you. “I can make it quick and dirty, love. He’ll never know a thing.” Ghost has the audacity to wink at you and while you’re melting in a hormone puddle you’re already late because he insisted on fucking you against the wall in your shower and then again before you got your dress on. He finally reaches you and you put a palm against his heart to feel it race against your skin, loving how much he’s affected by the chemistry between you as you are. “We can have a quick and dirty fuck in Soap’s guest bathroom if you’re very very good.” You tip him a saucy wink back and he lets out a full and throaty laugh at that. You learned a lot of your sexual humor from him in the past three months and he loves it when you dish it back to him. He grabs your waist and brings you into his chest and you take the moment to snuggle into his embrace, a place where you know you’re perfectly safe and loved in a way you had always yearned for and never expected to come from him but will never take for granted. He kisses the top of your head tenderly and you melt a little more before he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to you.

“I know we’ve talked about it and marriage just doesn’t seem right for us but I want to give myself to you in a permanent way that you can look down and see everyday.” He slips a thin platinum band with a sapphire embedded in the band onto your left ring finger and that’s when you notice he has a small bandage on his left ring finger. You look up into his incredible brown eyes that you first fell in love with before you knew the man and gasp when he removes the bandage to reveal your initial tattooed into his skin. You take his hand in yours as the tears well up and you press a tender kiss to the skin that represents a lifetime of love and commitment between you. “I love you and I am going to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you just how much.” You could barely get the words out before the tears choked you up but he tips your chin up and kisses you with the passion that says he feels the exact same way and you know that this is the forever kind of love that you’ve only read about. “Loving you has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me baby and I can’t wait for a lifetime of feeling this way.” His gruff voice so full of emotion spins you into a bliss so total and complete you never want to come down.

The End

Notes from Tatooinequeen: I love him, that’s pretty damn obvious right? I did promise a quick dirty fuck though…so epilogue will be up in the next week or so <3

Thank y’all so much for the support on this by the way, this is the first project I’ve taken on completely solo with no support or guidance and your response has blown me away. Let me know if you want to see anything specific from me in the future!

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 3

Clark Kent human x Dick Grayson Vampire alternative universe

I took my horse and we galloped towards the forest swiftly and with haste, I wanted to get to him first before anything else bad happened I wanted to keep the fisherman safe and out of harm's way.

The whole land is to be in the tunnels by dawn no humans could be on the surface during night fall, I had to check to make sure and if he is at home I would have to reveal myself and I didn't want to reveal myself to him I wanted to keep my self hidden which is why I brought a mask with me, It will conceal my face and the fisherman would never know who I am.

My conscious is repeating over and over in my head to get to him quickly with no delay, It was cold and snowfall peppered the forest like a winter wonderland I was too familiar with the surrounding of the forest and would never admit it to anyone.

It was still afternoon but my father made sure no one would be seen above the surface, I got closer to the fisherman little home it was dilapidated but I could imagine living there with him.

I needed to stop day dreaming and get to him immediately as I got closer. I realised my face is revealed and put the mask on so that he wouldn't know that I was the prince.

I stopped in front of his home not getting off of the horse just yet we made are way over to the window to see if he was home, light illuminated the window and I knew he was home my heart raced quickly I never confronted him before I never spoke to him never converse with him I only watch him from far.

What do I do ?

I needed to warn him about the vampires he couldn't stay exposed here he needed to leave we could come back tommorrow morning, When the sun is up and more safer I cursed my father and Thalia for this it will be are undoing.

I got off my horse as I took a deep long breath this will be awkward but maybe this needs to be done, I walked to the house and I touched the frozen course brick with my fingers before I knocked.

"Is anyone home." I called out and knocked harder this time I was about to turn the handle when the fisherman opened the door, He looked at me silently his dark brown eyes falling on my masked face he was a bit taller then me but not by much.

He had a look on his face an expression I never saw on his face but before but could read very well he is suspicious of me. "I came here to tell you....Sir I need you to come with me." I said that all was wrong and his silence could defeat a vampire.

"What I mean to say.... may I come inside." I asked him and because I am frozen to the bone and I am getting choked up with words, He stepped aside for me to pass which is a good sign.

"Thank you."

"Who are you."

"I am.... trying to protect you from what's to come this evening, Are lands are cursed now by vampires I am here to remove you and bring you to safety." I told him I inch closer and he stepped away from me I was a stranger to him he has never met me he knows nothing of my existence I only know of his.

"Vampires ? I don't understand much about vampires why do you wear a mask." He asked. He is nervous but gentle and soothing like I would attack him at any moment.

"I will not harm you... the king laid with a princess and... and now this whole place is cursed because of what m..." I almost let it slip that the king is my father god what was I thinking.

"I ... I don't know you."

"It's fine we are strangers but sometimes strangers help one another, You can't stay here tonight though you have to leave... with me." There is a small fire that kept me warm fire wood that I left for him a few days ago.

"I....I could wait outside I need to gather something before I go." I left him alone and waited outside as snow fell hard on my head. I hope he didn't run off into the forest thinking I was touched.

I didn't get the feeling he thought I was crazy or a bandit I didn't look the part though I ran out of the castle in a hurry like a mad man coming here.

I was dressed in a light gold and green cloak that had embroidery and beading at the trim, Most peasants wear darker colours in clothing. I waited for him he was taking his time I looked through the window of the house and he was undressing I turned around quickly.

I felt a bit of shame for what I have no idea but this was not the time for it. He came out limping a little I didn't notice that before when enter his home he watched me not saying anything his eyes wanted to say so much more but didn't.

The quiet man limped and I stopped him. "Please come upon my horse you can't walk and the road is slippery." I demanded of him I needed to not do that I wanted him to be my equal, But my manner and upbringing would be hard to hide.

He mounted on my horse and the silence was deafening I was naturally talked all the time, It was my curse and my blessing but at this moment I couldn't say anything finding conversation was hard for me because it is him my fisherman this situation was an odd one I was his secret admire I left him gifts for as long as I can remember since my youth.

I was in love with him and I pray that one day he would return my affection, I never imagined saying to him that he needed to leave his home because of vampires and evil wizards and witches.

"Have we met." His soothing warm voice asked me out of nowhere it startled me a little. "No we've never met I don't know you I am just making my rounds and helping." I said.

"Who are you. You never told me why you wear a mask." He said looking at me dark brown eyes question me.

"I wear it because of the vampires they recognise me so I wear it to protect myself against them." My lies are just wow I hope it was believable.

"I thought you were someone else." He said and he seemed so disappointed like he was hoping I would tell him something more fantastic.

"Who are you expecting then." I perked up this made me more hopeful.

"It's fine. What is your name."He closed that topic before it got a chance for me to indulge in.

I couldn't give him my real name so I used the nickname father gave me since I was a boy. "Robin." I said with a smile but he couldn't see it because of my mask.

"May I have your name good sir." the wind picked up a bit on are trail.

He took a moment to answer me. "Joseph." He answered me quietly.

"Oh nice to meet you I uh... are you hungry perhaps we could stop by the castle and you could get something to fill your belly, Maybe take a bath and you could get yourself cleaned up before we head into town in the tunnels what say you." I told him.

He shivered and nodded his head at me he is too cold to answer me properly, I untied the lace that held the cloak and threw it over his shoulders.

He was surprised about what I did but something else caught his gaze as he examined me more, Taking me in as if he was putting something together in his mind.

I kept walking but I also was starting to see it was getting hard to hid who I was, But he never saw me before I never gave myself away to him at all I just left him gifts and basic needs it's all one should ask for in life.

As we got closer to town I realised I would have to split up with him at some point but I was drawn to him now even more, We are speaking which I never thought was possible.

"Maybe you go ahead without me we made it into town it's best we split up." I felt something off of him like he was shying away from my olive branch that I just reached out to him.

"No Joseph please stay close to me besides if you feel shy we could be discreet about it no one will see us." I urged I knew what I was doing stalling blocking him from leaving my grasp I didn't want him to slip away.

He looked at me with his brown eyes quite and silently took my proposal and he nodded his head. "Yes Robin thank you." He said and we made our way to the stable as I helped him off my horse.

We went in like two church mice making are way into a passage of the castle that I usually take when I didn't want anyone seeing me coming in or out of the castle and we made it through the secret halls and into the private quarters of the castle.

"Feeling better Joseph no one saw us I'll fetch us some food then." I walked out of the room and went into the main hall and walked towards the kitchen no one was here. Everyone was in the tunnels preparing for war.

I came in and grabbed as much as I can put everything in a tray to balance a jug of wine in my arm an array of food in one hand, And walk to the private quarters I put the tray on the small table in front of him. "Eat well and keep warm because god knows what tommorrow will bring." I told him I walked out the whole castle is empty so I felt free to cater to Joseph.

It felt good I'd rather give then receive it was my mother who taught me that. I gather some clothes and that I never wore and hope it would fit Joseph.

I came back Joseph is feasting on a turkey leg. "I brought you some clothes to wear I hope they fit enjoying the food I see." I smiled but he couldn't see my smile the mask prevented that.

"May I ask a question may I see you." Joseph said looking at me he looked nervous but determined as he asked me to take off the mask. "I can't right now." I said.

"I feel strange talking to you and you have it on." He said his whole body language shied away from me he didn't like the presentation of the mask and what it represented.

"Don't shy away from me Joseph please understand that this is only for now. I will take it off another time and you will see my face." I was animated when I talked and he didn't ease himself but he didn't want to run away either.

"Do you live here Robin." He asked me quietly I wasn't prepared for that answer I breathed in and out and it was there the ruby ring on his ring finger as it sparkles in the low light of the room.

I didn't know what to say to him. "What do you think Joseph." I asked him to answer his question this way it gave me time to really assess him. "I am not sure." He lied fair enough I let him lie to me as I am being pulled back out of that memory and being thrust back into the present.

All I could hear was that the woman teacher hailed and admired the chocolates and flowers that I got for him. "May I have one Clark." The red hair teacher which I found out her name is Lana asked sweetly. "Sure thing miss Lang." I hear a lovely crunch sound and hmm coming from Lana. "Dark chocolate is my favourite." That's when I heard the witch Lois barked. "Well Clark do you know who's giving you all this I mean flowers and chocolates I mean it could be like a serial killer and he's targeting you." She said arms cross she better not eat a chocolate or I swear.

"Stop being jealous and catty instead of that brown outfit you're wearing you should be wearing green with envy." Lana said her arms crossed ready to back up my Clark.

"I am not jealous of Clark Kent I mean look at him he has nothing to be jealous of." She said a smug look on her face.

"Except someone loves him out there and no one forks up chocolates and flowers for you miss Lane." Lana said not budging from her stance against Lois.

"Are you kidding me men admire me all the time." She replied feeling good about herself as she said that she better not eat anything on my Clark's desk.

"Yeah but where's the ring you're not hot stuff Lois you just need the one guy to make you feel hot." Lana said and picked up the purple lilac off Clark desk and smelled it she really was a lovely woman.

I hope she finds a man one day who will love her the same way I love Clark.

"Ladies why do I get the feeling you think it's a man I am not gay and besides I think it's woman who's doing all of this." Lana put the lilac down and looked at Lois square in the eye challenging her. "I have not seen Charles do such a thing for you ever since we all worked at the school together." She said hand on her hips Lois came close to Clark desk and reached over for chocolate.

She plucked a chocolate out of the box her well manicured long fingers are painted light pink, I watch as the chocolate went into her mouth it didn't reach her mouth yet so I did an old illusion trick of mind and turned the chocolate into a roach.

Lana exclaimed and laugh at her and pointed her finger Lois screech as if she was being tortured, And Clark face went white as he was shocked I was not a witch but I knew alchemy very well it is useful if you are a supernatural being.

"God all mighty what happen to the chocolate." I answered her like I did once before. {Not god but next time ask.} As I whisper that into her foul mind the raven cawed once more outside the school room window.

End of Act 3 on to Act 4

Thank you for reading

[happysapphy]

The cry of victory resounded as the pirate ship lurched away amidst the decaying din of battle. It burst from one throat and then another until it was a roar. Quiet and relief washed over the crew of the Dancing Sparrow as the roar died down. For a moment Captain Emblyn let the crew relax. It was a hard thing to convince a crew to do. They didn’t receive the high wages of the officers or a share in the profits. The life of the common sailor was hard and paid little for the brutal work—and that went without mentioning the long weeks and months spent sailing with no respite.

The life of these sailors was even harder. No cool, watery embrace waited for them if they fell overboard. Just miles of sky and then swift death. 

It wasn’t just the prospect of falling overboard, though. Ordinary sailors didn’t have to worry about the ship slipping off the sea, but it wasn’t unheard of for a skyship. Dedicated navigators were a fixture of skyships for that very reason. Plot the wrong course and an entire ship could sail right off the skyways before anyone could notice.

“Double rations tonight,” Captain Emblyn shouted as she took up position next to the helm. She didn’t smile as a cry of excitement rose up, but rather barked out more orders. It wasn’t for the captain to be too friendly with the crew, she had been taught. It had been the way of her mentor to cultivate an air of otherworldliness. If the crew thought the captain was something other than human—something that couldn’t fail—they were less inclined to think about disobedience during a long journey.

It was a hard mask for Emblyn to wear. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to retreat to her cabin, put the mask on her desk, and sit down until her nerves calmed. Exchanging looks with the ship’s carpenter, Watkin, she knew that was a while away yet.

“Captain,” said the brute of a man. He had broad shoulders and massive scarred plates for hands. He stepped close, the powerful smell of him making Emblyn’s eyes water slightly. Nodding down to one of his hands and when Embyln obligingly looked she could barely conceal her horror. It was the hygrometer. Smashed.

Emblyn looked up at him, but he already knew the question she was about to ask. He shook his head. There were no hygrometers left on the ship. The horror was plain on her face now. She turned away as Watkin positioned himself to obscure her face from the crew, his fist closing around the broken remains of the hygrometer.

“Does Alain know yet,” she asked, hoping her navigator might have some trick to help them track the atmospheric humidity the ship rode upon. Their only warning sign if they were sailing off the skyways. Without them their only warning would be the fall.

Watkin shook his head again. “They were hurt in the fight,” he said. “I thought it best to come straight to you.”

Emblyn swore quietly under her breath. “Worse and worse,” she muttered. Mastering her face again she turned back to the helm. She hesitated for a moment, her hand trembling slightly, before firmly gripping the wheel. “We need an excuse to stay where we are,” she whispered to Watkin as she gazed imperiously across the ship. “At least until Alain can confirm a safe route.”

“We took some damage during the fight,” Watkin said thoughtfully. He rubbed his stubble ruined chin, playing with the short, thick hairs. “It’s a bit of a stretch, but I could recommend we hold position until I’ve done some repairs. It wouldn’t take long. A day or so. If Alain isn’t up after that...”

“I know,” Embyln snapped, looking up at Watkin. The loss of their early warning of disaster was bad, but worse was the effect their loss would have on the crew. The only thing worse would be losing their navigator. Sailors were a superstitious lot at the best of times. They would take either as an omen of doom. Both together would be seen as a death sentence. Watkin and Emblyn didn’t have to say any of it. They knew. “Get on it,” she said. “And stall as much as you can.”

Watkin nodded and headed off. “Drop anchors,” Embyln shouted as Watkin headed down the steps, shouting orders of his own and grabbing sailors as he went. On an ordinary ship the anchor was a single monstrous piece of iron designed to weigh the ship down. On a skyship they were built from the same elementally infused wood as the ship and designed to be as light as possible. Even so, it took three sailors each to lift and throw one anchor overboard.

Watching the crew work, Emblyn had a terrible thought. What if the anchor kept falling? Her heart beat faster as the idea stuck in her mind. She would have to steer the ship away from the edge, but without the hygrometers she would have nothing to guide her. Sheer luck would decide their fate.

Emblyn watched with silent trepidation, her heart overriding her mind, as the anchor fell. She breathed a sigh of relief as it jerked to a stop mid-air and stuck fast, but all the same she watched the three other anchors. Stuck fast in the skyway, the elementally infused wood reacting to the moisture in the air as if it were as solid as the sea, the ship came to a halt.

Embyln jerked her head as she heard a creak a foot away and speared a crewman with a glare. “Captain,” they sputtered fearfully as they tried to stand at attention. They were a stick—a scarecrow in a sailor’s clothes—and seemed unsuitable in Emblyn’s eyes. She watched the thing tremble slightly and felt a pang of pity. They must be here for a reason and she had reacted poorly.

Forcing her expression to soften, Emblyn took a breath and tried to act the proper part of the captain. “What is it you have to report, crewman?”

“Prisoner, captain,” the crewman said. “Jumped from their ship just as it turned away.”

Emblyn stared at the crewman as the crewman sweated. “As it turned away?”

“Yes, captain.”

Emblyn didn’t sigh, not in front of the crewman, but she wanted to. She didn’t know why this pirate had abandoned their ship, but she felt in her bones something was wrong. “Take me to him.”

[ink-and-sheet]

Chapter Four- Little Devil

The presence in the room was powerful, and I felt restrained to the bed by anxiety as I clawed my fingers into the sheets, steadying my breath.

Listening attentively, I tried to pinpoint where the person was in my room, and I could hear the pounding of their heart and their deep breathing coming from the corner where my window was. But whoever it was, they had their scent mask

Finally, realizing that I was only being watched, and the intruder didn't plan to attack me, I squeezed the blanket in my hands and screamed, "Rona! Help me!!"

Immediately, I heard footsteps and swayed my gaze to the window to see only the moving curtains. Whoever it was, they were swift on their feet and gone.

When my room door burst open, I sat up and gazed at Rona, rushing towards me as she cried out, "Are you okay, my Luna?"

Of course, I wasn't fine and was a bit shaking. But as I took one more look at the window, I recall a similar force from earlier today that matched what I felt just now, and I looked back at Rona.

"It was just an awful dream," I mumbled, smiling at her as I gazed into her yellow eyes.

"Are you sure?" Rona said, darting her gaze around the room.

The look of death in her eyes told me she was prepared to kill someone. But I needed to make sure my assumption was right. So I gave a wake smile and mumbled, "Yes. I'm sure that it was just a nightmare."

Then I pushed the cover off me and stepped out of my bed, walking over to my closet.

"Where are you going at this hour, my Luna?" Rona asked, her eyes fixed on me as I took out a simple silk dress and frock.

After pulling my nightgown off my body, I looked at Rona and said, "I'm going for a walk and some cold air… I gave some instructions concerning prisoner number one. Has it been done yet?"

"Yes, my Luna. He is recovering in the west wing as you requested." Rona mumbled, approaching me.

Then she took my frock out of my hands and assisted me in wearing it. Once she got done, I looked into her eyes, and said, "You can leave now. I would like to stroll alone."

"Yes, my Luna!" Rona hastily said.

Yet her eyes bore worry in them before she turned away from me and walked out of the room.

Since it was night, and Thor had not been whipped for a while, I'm certain that his wounds had healed quite enough for him to go on night adventure. But if he was the one in my room, why didn't he make a move?

Maybe he was grateful to me for taking him out of the filthy cell. But whatever the case is, I would rather check on him and see if he had not escaped our territories, even though it's much harder than him sneaking in my room and could lead to his death.

When I entered the west wing, I could feel the eyes of a couple of servants on me as I walked down the corridor.

"Why is our Luna coming here at such an hour?"

"It's said that she took pity on the slave number one, and send him here to heal.”

"Maybe she came to check up on him."

Their whispered echoes in my ear, and I simply sneered, realizing how tolerant I was compared to my uncle.

When I reached the chamber that Thor was kept in, I gazed at the guards and asked, "How's the prisoner?"

"He was attended to by Arthritis and hasn't made a sound since the doctor left." One of the betas immediately answered.

"Have he been fed?"

"Mmmh,"

How was I supposed to make peace with Thor if we are starving and manhandling him? If things were to continue at this rate, I will never establish peace between our pack.

A sense of anger sparked in me, and I took a moment to calm down before commanding, "Open the door and shut it after me! You guys should leave afterward. I want no one in this wing until I leave. Understand?!"

Frowning, he glared at me and mumbled, "But my Luna, you can't be left alone with that barbarian! He's an enemy of this pack and…"

"Anyone who disobeys my order will take prisoner number one's place in the dungeon indefinitely! Is that clear!?"

"Yes, my Luna!"

Taking his gaze off me, he focused on the others and commanded, "Open the doors for our Luna!”

After the doors were pushed open, I raised my chin and walked into the chamber, stopping when I heard the echoes of the doors shutting behind me.

For a moment I stood still, awakening my wolf as I listened for sounds of heartbeat, breathing, and footsteps.

It took a while, but finally, the entire west wind grew quiet with only Thor and I's heartbeat and breath echoing in my ears.

Darting my eyes around the room, my gaze rested on the opened window, and I smirked, knowing my assumption was right.

Calmly, I walked up to Thor and sat on the bed, beside him, staring at the sweat dripping down his forehead.

His body was drenched in sweat, and my hand reached for his face, resting my palm gently upon his cheek. I guess his little trip took a toll on his body.

It has only been this morning, he was in such a horrible state, and he took no pity on his body to jump from such high heights. Now he's pretending to be asleep.

With my eyes focused on his fluttering lashes, I smirked, tracing my fingertip against his sweaty chest and feeling my body become hot as his sweat wet my skin. Then I stopped my fingers at his nipple and grabbed it before twisting it hard.

Immediately, Thor's eyelids rose as a moan crawled from his throat, and he grabbed my wrist, yanking me hard to the bed.

Within a second, he had climbed above me and clapped his hands over my mouth, pressing me flat against the bed.

"Who the fuck are you?!... Where is Hatzis!" Thor whispered, yet his tone was aggressive.

Staring into his red eyes, I struggled and got the skin of his palm between my teeth and bit hard into his flesh, tasting his blood on my tongue.

As rage flickered in Thor's eyes, his hand remained pressed tightly on my mouth as he mumbled, "You little devil! I will make you pay for that!"

[marvelmymarvel]

Youth (Part 1)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Synopsis: Losing your parents was hard on you, but taking on the challenge of raising a kid at the age of 14 was going to be harder. You were just lucky to have him by your side.

A/n: remember that Jiraiya fic and how I said I was going to make another one but for another character(s). Here it is. Hope you'll enjoy it <3

Age: 14

The thunder clapped above as a knock sounded on your door. You were shaking, terrified of who could possibly be at your doorstep during a time like this. Shuffling your feet towards the door, you grabbed the bat nearby, readying yourself for what was to come. The knocks got louder and more urgent, filling your body with more and more fear the closer you got.

You grasped the doorknob before ripping it open. Lightning flash across the sky, illuminating Kakashi before you. "What..." you started, confused as to why he had left his post. A coo sounded out.

Your eyes widened as you peered down at the baby in his arms. "You need to take him... Y/n he's not safe" Kakashi stated as he thrust the baby into your arms. You sputtered out questions and excuses, but he didn't listen and instead took back off toward the forest.

The same area where your parents were.

You bounced the baby a bit, quietly watching Kakashi disappear before stepping back into the house. Your eyebrows furrowed, but you soon realized whose baby this was and your blood ran cold at the thought. If it wasn't safe for Minato Sensei's son-

Another clap of thunder shook the wooden planks of the house. You felt hollow, did this mean that your parents... The baby began to stir and you worried he was going to cry. "Hey, buddy. Maybe some milk would help!" You exclaimed out loud. Turning swiftly, you moved towards the dark kitchen. Stepping inside, you tried flipping on the lights, but they didn't turn on. "Well-" your voice cut off as lightning illuminated the room.

As well as the figure standing in the corner.

Your heart was in your throat as you held the baby close to you. "Who the hell are you?" You snarled out, back pressing against the wall as you cursed yourself for forgetting your bat in the entryway. A part of you hoped that he was fake, that you were seeing things.

Then he moved.

You inhaled sharply. Flying to the side to get to the knife block, his arm wrapped around your waist before you could get to it. Letting out an exasperated scream, you and the baby flew back to your previous spot, but this time you were blocked in by their taller form. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you instinctively pulled the baby into you as the man, who you now saw was wearing a mask, reached out to touch him.

"Don't you touch him!"

His hand froze and his face lifted to look at you, a bright red eye was glued to yours, causing your chest to feel tight. No.

"I need him, Y/n"

Your blood ran cold, your worst fears coming true as you put two and two together. "No" Your breath was airy and light, if he wasn't so intently listening to you he wouldn't have heard it. He stepped in closer, head cocking down at your terrified form. "You've never been so afraid of me-"

"My mind is lying to me. You aren't who I want you to be-"

His mask was off before you could finish your sentence, and you wished then that you wouldn't have said anything at all. There he stood, the boy you thought you'd never see again. "No... No no no- Did you do this?!" You exclaimed, anger soon replacing the disbelief coursing in your body. He recoiled at your anger, you were not the same girl you were 3 years ago. "What happened to the sweet girl that I remember?" He cooed out as he cautiously ran a finger down your cheek, it was loving.

It made you sick.

"Don't act like I'm Rin" you growled out, lips quivering as you fought the urge to curl into him. His thumb rested on your bottom lip as his fingers gripped your jaw "I missed you all the same"

You opened your mouth to interject but his lips silenced you. It felt like you couldn't breathe. This was what you wanted, and when he "died" you ached for this moment. You just didn't think it'd happen. "Obito-" you muttered against his lips as his free arm wrapped around your body, pulling you into him. "God I missed you" he purred, and for a second you believed him.

You froze as the hand that gripped your chin was now resting on the baby. "Give me the child. Better yet, come with me."

"No. No no no no NO!" You finally snapped out of it, shoving him away from you and the child. Coldness surrounded you and you nearly gave in again just to be in his arms. But it was a lie, it was all a lie. He didn't love you when he was 14, so why would he love you now at 17? His eyes grew dark, and betrayal and anger flashed across his features. "Fine then...." he drawled out, head moving side to side to crack his neck.

"All I need is the kid anyway"

He lunged at you, but you were faster than him. Flying out of the kitchen, you raced towards the front door, grabbing the bat along the way. You could feel him right behind you, but flinging open the door stopped everything in its tracks. You came face to face with the 3rd Hokage, out of breath and panicked. His fear-stricken face softened at the sight before him, you held onto Naurto so tightly and by the looks of it, you were alone.

The masked figure on the loose wasn't here. "Lord 3rd!" You exclaimed. You whirled around to look for Obito, but you realized then that he had disappeared. "Y/n... I thank you for keeping the child safe. However, I need to discuss some things with you"

You nodded at him as your eyes fell on the baby. He continued talking but your mind was racing. Where the hell did Obito go? Was he still here? Was he waiting for you to be alone again? "Y/n" Your eyes flicked back up to his, silently urging him to continue.

"Tonight was a disaster... I think you're going to want to sit down for this..."

[twst-drabbles]

Grim 1

Summary: This is the beginning of how you and Grim meet, sorta. The difference? The world you were born was not void of monsters. In fact… You are one.

(I have a big love for cosmic horror and eldritch beings and just decided, fuck it, Eldritch Prefect AU. Well, half-eldritch Prefect. Eh, might make it into a full fledged fanfiction one day considering the amount of ideas I have in mind, but for now, I’m just gonna write out small snippets of it since nothing is cohesive yet.. Mind you, this AU will be taken in a serious light, as that is my preferred method)

Stupid college, stupid carriage. There is untapped greatness within Grim, he can feel it, he knows it! But if everyone is too stupid to even stop for a second to notice it, he’ll make people see it and bow down to it. Everyone deserves to witness him as he becomes the most powerful magician in the world!

But first, he needs a robe. Sure, he doesn’t have much of a need for them, but a great magician in training like him needs one. He must look his best.

…that and he knows he’ll get kicked out of here, but he’d rather not give that feeling any words so he pushed that down.

With amazing grace that only he is capable of, Grim managed to sneak past that weird man in the crow mask and he spots a coffin that’s a bit more isolated than all the others floating in the air. “Gates,” they were, or so that weird man uttered, dismayed at how many of them there were.

Well, one student wouldn’t be missed. He’d be taking their place after all! This person should be honored that they’re the first stepping stone to his road of fame. Still though…Grim can’t help but wonder this gate was so far away from the others.

Oh well, no use on wondering on that. He’s got a robe to get before the ceremony starts! He can’t be late for his debut.

Grim approaches the gate, getting his little paws under whatever gap there was, and pulled. Of course, it wasn’t that simple. The lid was too heavy, refused to give way from his prize. Then he heard footsteps echoing in this large chamber of a room.

Well, if this gate refuses to open up to him, he’ll just have to make it.

With his perfectly mastered magic, Grim let the flames from his breath consume the lid. Hehehe, nothing can truly resist his fire! Grim couldn’t help but twirl in the air, kicking out his feet at his own skills.

“Fire?” A sleepy voice, almost yawning out the word, sounded out from beneath the gate’s lid. Like an infection, it grabbed at Grim, seeking to sink deeper into his head with its multiple layers.

Grim’s bones went cold. Wasn’t the student inside supposed to be asleep? And isn’t there only supposed to be only one student in each gate? But Grim shook his head. He came here to become a magician, and if there is more than one person inside, well that’s just more chances for him to grab a uniform. He just needs to be sneaky about it. Nab one and go.

Grim shoved his paws under the lid once more, grinning as the lid started to move even though the skin underneath his fur started to shiver harder and harder. The coffin finally gave a small crack into it’s dark depths. He could see the pretty gold designs on the sleeve winking at him, taunting him to take it and wear as it own.

But before he could shove the lid open the rest of the way, a powerful force bashed the lid for him, nearly taking his claws with it. Grim gave a shrill yell, but nothing more as his eyes were forced to focus on the five large black tendrils that punched the gate open, pulsing with shifting blue-white veins as they retracted.

Grim wouldn’t know how to explain it. It seemed as though the very air around this area started to eat at the lights. The weight of that lid was nothing compared to the fear that weighted his lungs down. His ears refused to take in the confused voices of the other students, seeming nothing more than static to him.

Something grabbed the edge of the gate. He wanted to say it was a hand, it had the sleeve, but for whatever reason, he didn’t want to acknowledge it as a limb. A limb implies just one. Grim felt like he was watching multiple little ones. Fingers felt more correct, but also not.

The being in there sat up. The colors weren’t right, rippling about in a vague shape of a person, shifting the robes in such a hypnotizing pattern that Grim could only watch as it swiftly jumped out.

Only then did you look human.

Normal skin, normal hair, normal amount of limbs.

“Where am I?”

And a normal voice.

“H-ha—” Grim found his voice, feeling the need to say something, but when your head twitched in his direction, Grim flung himself right behind the flaming coffin. He can’t look into your eyes. He knows he can’t.

And you ran out the door just as other people started to pile in trying to see what made such a loud boom. They would only find a burnt coffin and a lid split in half.

Grim could only wait. When they too were gone, Grim suddenly gave a yowl so loud it shook his whole body.

“I forgot my uniform!”

Fear? He doesn’t know them. If he let’s himself be scared by someone like you, he’ll never be able to reach his dreams!

[nastyatticman]

Uhh hi

Could you do just phone sex with billy lenz but with a male reader? And like showing both povs

Sorry if that too much

It’s not too much! I love this prompt 👀 I love writing Billy’s POV too, it’s fun!

This ended up way longer than I intended but I had a lot of fun with it! Enjoy :3c

Billy Lenz x male Reader

Warnings: voyeurism, crude language (it’s Billy Lenz after all). Reader is male, and it’s written vague enough to be trans inclusive. (Well, it works for me, but YMMV. Words like cock, hole, etc are used) 18+ Only

Things were tense lately - you were having an awful time at work, and it didn’t help that people were always rude about your work’s mask policy. You just couldn’t understand how someone would complain about having to wear a piece of cloth in the five minutes it took to order donuts, especially to you, who obviously had to wear one all day and stay on your feet the whole time.

It was stupid. People are stupid. You were just glad to get back to your apartment and lay down for a while. It was a little lonely, just you and the plants since your roommate was out to visit his girlfriend’s family. Not that you’d missed seeing him every day in quarantine.

No, you kind of appreciated the privacy. Today you were frustrated and couldn’t think of anything that sounded better than getting off. So you watered the plants, grabbed yourself a drink, and loaded up a video you bought recently.

You started off slow, rubbing yourself through your clothes as the guys started making out on the screen - the big screen, since you finally felt comfortable watching porn on your laptop. As things started to escalate, you undid your pants, finally stroking your cock directly. But, like all things today, some stranger decided to interrupt you.

The phone rang down the hall and you almost let it ring, but you remembered your friend was expecting a call from a place he’d applied to, so you had to answer it anyway. Ugh. You rinsed your hand quickly and picked it up.

“Hello?”

The line was silent, save for some heavy breathing. God, not this guy again... You weren’t sure who the mystery caller was, but he’d grown on you. First you thought it was your roommate’s friend Peter playing a prank on you (even though you’d met him and his girlfriend Jess, and they seemed serious, despite how out of his league she was). You didn’t know, straight men are weird.

But Peter denied it when you had your roommate ask him, so... And besides, how many straight men call their male acquaintances to proposition them for sex?

At this point, it was tempting - you didn’t have time to meet people since the lockdown began, and your roommate was out...

The man kept breathing, once in a while making a strangled noise like he was trying not to laugh.

“Are you gonna get to the point already?” you asked him.

He laughed. “You want my cock, you pig? Fuck - fucking whore wants my fat fucking cock, filling up his tight ass?”

“Oh, quit projecting on me,” you teased. “I bet you’d want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

He was speechless for a second, and you heard something that could be him swallowing hard over the phone. His response was barely audible. “Maybe. Y- yeah.”

You smirked, you didn’t know if that would work. “Yeah, if I were there you know what I’d do?”

He took a shaky breath. “What?”

“I’d bend you over for me, yeah,” you said, voice low. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, but you brought the phone into your room, laying back on the bed, your hand back to stroke yourself through your pants. “If - if you’re wearing pants I’d rip them off, I don’t fucking care. I’d spread your cheeks and eat your ass.”

You thought back to something he said on a previous call. “You like tongue fucking, huh?” The only response you got was his breathing getting harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin on the other end. Hook, line, and sinker.

“I’d fuck you on my tongue, fill you up with it, so you’re ready to take my fingers,” you continue. There was a strangled moan on the other end. “Start you off with one, I bet you’d want another just as fast. You’d beg for it, huh?”

“Fuck me,” he rasped.

“Someone’s a needy little... pig, huh?” you asked. He made a noise like he was choking, almost, which made you nervous for a second. But he seemed fine by the way he kept at it. Only thing that was being choked was his chicken on the other end of the line, you were sure. “What do you have to say to that?”

Click.

The only answer you got was a dial tone. That dick hung up on you!

Well, shit, you were already there, you may as well... You put the phone down and laid back, stroking your cock again. You had no idea what that guy looked like, but the sound of him moaning and touching himself over the phone was more than enough to get you off...

The rest of the day passed normally. Unsurprisingly, you got a good night’s sleep after that.

After another grueling day at the workplace, you got back to your apartment. Your roommate wasn’t there, but you saw that he left you a note on the counter explaining he was going to see his girlfriend again. That was fine by you, you... wouldn’t admit it, but you were maybe hoping for another call.

What you didn’t expect was how soon it would happen.

—

Billy watched the man walking up to the apartment complex, and slowly made his way to where he’d been staying. There was a surprisingly large storage room that had decent phone reception, and it was easy to steal from the building’s laundry room bit by bit if you knew what you were doing...

He waited and listened, drumming his fingers on his thighs. If he was quiet enough, he could just hear the sound of you unlocking and closing the door behind you. Click. Locked again.

Billy flipped open his phone and checked the time. 4:45. Okay, he’d give you maybe 7 minutes to get comfortable before he called. He flipped the phone closed, and grabbed something to occupy himself. It just was a broken Rubik’s cube he swiped from someone who visited a few weeks ago, but it was enough to keep him from getting tempted and getting to the main event before he even got you on the line with him. Well, that and to keep him from agonizing over it. He’d never had someone take over like that with him... he had plenty of people tell him to fuck himself, sure, but none so far that had told him they’d fuck him themselves.

None like you.

Eventually he gave up trying to solve it for real and just broke the pieces off, assembling it in the right colors. 4:55. Time enough for you.

He picked up the phone, leaning back on the wall, and dialed your number. Waiting for you to pick up, he fidgeted with his fly and undid his pants.

“Hello?” came your voice on the other end.

“I’ve been thinking about you, what you said,” he started up, groping his hardening cock.”How about I return the favor and fuck your tight fucking hole?”

Your voice was like honey to him. “Oh? Tell me about it, piggy.”

He gritted his teeth, grabbing his cock harder than he meant to. “You’re the pig, you- you took Billy’s call, you whore.”

“Fine by me,” you said, cool as a cucumber. “Tell me about it, Billy. If that’s your name.”

Billy bit his lip, doing his best to get his cock out with one hand. “Wanna - I wanna shove you against a wall, Turn you around, cover your mouth so your fucking roommate can’t hear you moaning for me. Grope your thighs, pull your goddamn hair, how about that?”

“Sounds good, but you know what really gets me going?” you asked. “I want you to bite me. Can you do that for me, Billy?”

“Yes,” he replied instantly. “Bite you so hard I leave fucking marks for fucking days. They’ll know you’re mine, mine, mine.” God, he was hard, his cock was leaking already, and he just used it to lube his hand as he stroked harder and faster.

“Oh? Why don’t you make me yours then? You wanna come in me?”

“Of course,” he replied, barely letting you finish. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little hole so hard you can’t fucking walk for days, everyone’s gonna hear you moan for me so hard, like a whore, Billy’s whore. Yes, I’m gonna fuck you sore, fuck you raw, fuck you senseless, come in your greedy fucking hole.”

He was close, he knew it. And for once you didn’t have a wise guy response for him! He barked out a laugh and imitated your voice almost perfectly. “What do you have to say to that?”

You didn’t respond fast enough, and it only made him cackle.

“I’m c-close, I’m gonna come,” he said. “Think about me flooding your tight little hole, you pig.”

He came, finally, and moaned into the phone for you. He played it up a little, for your benefit of course. He wouldn’t admit that was the hardest he’d come in a while.

You were close to follow him, and he sat there, panting, listening to you come down from your peak. He snickered. “Good piggy.”

“Same time tomorrow?” you asked, half joking.

“Yes,” he said instantly. “I’ll meet you, how about that?”

“Fuck yes, please,” you said. “Wait, how would you know where to meet me?”

Click.

Despite his abruptness, Billy was nothing if not a man of his word. Of course, you wouldn’t find that out until tomorrow...

[viperbarnes]

The Tie That Binds – [One of Eight]

[B. Barnes, Soulmate AU]

Summary: HYDRA took everything from you, your life, your future, they even burned off your soulmark to make sure nobody would go looking for you. Now the man they forced you to fix reappears in your life, to make amends and to be ‘of service’.

You know that they made him do all those things, that James 'Bucky’ Barnes is not The Winter Soldier, that he’s innocent. You don’t blame him. But that doesn’t make seeing him again any easier.

Warnings: Panic attacks, language, talk and depiction of home invasion and abduction, canon level violence, HYDRA levels of torture, angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers.

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Nothing felt real until you saw him again.

It was as if ever since 2015, you’d been living your life in some kind of limbo, nothing mattered, the same old routine day in and day out. The world seems to move in slow motion around you, everything slightly lagging behind.

Like you can only see in black and white.

Like you were numb.

And then all of a sudden, in one brilliant flash of light everything speeds up, colour blinds you and the numbness disappears, replaced instead by pure, unadulterated fear.

He walks slowly down the hallway of doors, his eyes locked on yours like he knew you’d be here, knew exactly when to catch you. That in itself sets off a million other fears in your brain, and no matter how many times you’d gone through this scenario in your head, how many times you’d stayed up formulating a plan for escape, you can’t seem to move. Your body is frozen in place, the only movement available to you is the shake in your hands as he gets closer and closer.

You can’t even seem to cry.

He stops several feet away, looking for all the world like he wanted to be anywhere but here, but he squares his shoulders anyway and takes a deep breath.

“Hi.” He greets grimly, voice more nervous than you’d imagined, though deep and distinctly tainted by a Brooklyn accent you might’ve found endearing if not for everything else.

You realise suddenly that you’ve never heard him speak before.

You only stare, unblinking. He takes another deep breath and continues.

“My name is James Bucky Barnes. I am no longer the Winter Soldier–”

The mention of him, the name itself, makes you drop the thick set of keys and the small stack of letters you hold, sending them clattering to the floor. He stops speaking and blinks down at them, then back at you, before he crouches down to collect them.

“… And I’m here to make amends.” He stands slowly and holds out your keys and letters, lips pursed tightly as he waits for you to say something, or react at all. But you’re still staring at him, still unable to tear your eyes away until he waves the items, making your keys jingle a bit, and you snap out of it.

“I’m sorry.” He says, seemingly sincerely, but your voice is gone, and you can only nod as you carefully, hesitantly, take your things back from him, thankful when he steps back again. He stares at you with a sad frown, and you want so desperately to open your mouth and to say something, anything, but you just can’t.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and takes another step back.

“I’m… I’m going to go home now.” He tells you pointedly, and you can only nod once more. He turns his back and begins to walk.

You take that moment to shakily shove your key into the lock, quickly heaping yourself inside and slamming closed the door.

Making sure you lock your door once again, you can’t stop the sobs that wrack your body, sliding down the heavy wood and curling yourself into a ball.

You don’t hear him stop at the end of the hallway, you don’t hear the way he curses under his breath.

-

You laugh wildly and wave off your friends, shaking your head as you enter your apartment building. Even as the doors shut you can still hear them talking and laughing loudly as they return to their own buildings, but let the first peaceful sounds of quiet hit you as you jab the button for the elevator and make your way up to your place.

The alcohol buzzing through your veins amplifies reality and you ponder what an odd sensation it is to be so cognisant of yourself when you’re finally alone after a night of being surrounded by others. You lean heavily against the elevator wall and pull your graduation cap from your head when you realise you’re still wearing it.

It wasn’t the first time you’d graduated, but it was the last.

Excitement bubbles in you once again as you exit the lift onto your floor, all the possibilities and futures that lay before you making you feel unstoppable. You were going to be big, the things you were going to do were going to be big and now that you were fully and properly accredited, you couldn’t wait to prove to the world what you could do.

You unlock your apartment door on the third try, and stumble as you throw your cap and purse on the counter. Tomorrow you would call back Stark Industries and formally accept their offer, but for now, you needed water, a shower and bed. In that order.

You don’t bother turning on the lights in your apartment as you stumble through it, moving for your bathroom, however, when you reach the main hallways that lead to your bedroom, you pause and frown, switching the light next to you on as you stare down the passage.

You could have sworn you’d shut your bedroom door… In fact, you’d made a point of it before you’d left that morning… but here it was, wide open, and even swinging slightly like it were caught in a breeze.

In your drunken haze, you only frown deeper and move further down the hall, tiptoeing as quietly as you could, as if you were going to catch a ghost or an intruder off guard, but when you reach the doorway and switch the light on, you’re greeted by nothing.

A breath of anxiety leaves your lungs. It had been a busy morning, you could have easily forgotten that you’d gone back in after you’d shut it.

You relax, and kick it open further, shuffling forward before closing it behind you, but it stalls, refusing to click into place. A little frustrated now, you push on it harder, looking down at your floor to make sure there was nothing stopping it from shutting, but everything was clear. With an annoyed growl, you tear the door open again, intending to inspect the door frame itself, but you’re stunned frozen.

A man stands before you, completed shadowed in black, all but his eyes covered. You don’t even have time to react, you open your mouth to scream, but his hand shoots out, grabbing your jaw, the noise dying out before you can even make it.

Your body trembles, tries to back away, tries to run but he already has you, a grip stronger than what seemed real pulling you by where he holds you.

“Pack only essentials.” His voice is monotone and dark, and from his free hand, he throws a black duffle bag at your feet between you. His words left no room for argument, no terms for negotiation and yet your inebriated mind throws this out the window. You manage to latch onto the nearest item, a small lamp on the cupboard next to you, and with strength you didn’t know you had, you smash the thing into the side of the man’s head.

He releases you, hissing, and you run, somehow past him, your sloppy, drunken movements tamed somewhat by the adrenaline coursing through you.

You make it to your kitchen, to your purse and your phone, but then he’s there, hand grabbing yours and squeezing so hard your phone breaks under his grip. Intense and unrivalled pain lances through your fingers and palm, joined by a strange burning sensation. You become acutely aware of the snapping sound of bones until he lets go.

“Do not run.” He warns, though it sounds more like a threat, and with his body now bearing down over yours, and the pain in your hand, you lash out with your other, trying to push him away, maybe injure his eyes. Your fingers catch on something hard though, and you only manage to dislodge his mask, revealing his full face to you.

You don’t know or recognise him, and there was something so cold and unfeeling about his expression despite the situation you were in that makes your skin crawl. It was like the lights were on but nobody was home, like his brain was completely disconnected from his body and actions, right up until his eyes narrow, and he lifts a fist.

You can’t help but glance at the appendage before it crashes into your face, something catching your eye about it as the moonlight pouring in from your living room window hits it, and you realise, it was silver.

The last thing you remember before he knocks you out is the strange, but all-too-familiar whirring of a mechanical arm.

You wake up with a start, air trying to claw its way out of your lungs desperately. Your wide eyes search the room, and momentarily you see nothing but four grey walls, slowly closing in on you, before your senses begin to return, and your familiar bedroom fades through the nightmarish vision.

Sounds of the city waking up outside serve to ground you, and you slump back against your pillows for a few seconds, allowing your breathing and heart rate to calm down before you peel yourself out of bed slowly, cringing at the way your hair sticks to your clammy, sweaty skin.

The cold Brooklyn morning is comforting to you, and although you’d usually sleep longer than this on a work night, you know you won’t be going back to bed any time soon. You make your way to your small, cramped bathroom and switch the lights on, quickly discarding your clothes.

When you reach for the tap, you pause, eyes fixated on your hand, the one you hand remember clear as day being all but crushed in his grip. It had healed, but the broken bones weren’t the worst of it.

They’d taken your soulmark.

You don’t know why they did, you guess it had something to do with making sure there were no loose ends as far as your abduction went. They’d cut the mark from your hand, burned the wound, until it healed into just a lump of scarred, white skin.

Out of all the things they’d taken from you, it was this that hurt the most. They’d taken everything and left you with nothing, not even that which you were fated for. Knowing that somewhere out there, your soulmate would be waiting, wondering where you were, but you’d never be able to find them, never be able to know for sure if they were the one...

The first blasts of cold water shock the thoughts from your mind, and you immerse yourself, basking in the feeling against your hot skin, before the water finally begins heating, fogging up the room.

You take a deep breath and force yourself to close your eyes, leaning your forehead against the white tile.

“They’re gone. You’re free, and they’re gone…” You begin repeating softly, the familiar mantra only just audible over the running water.

You hadn’t had a nightmare in months, not one so vivid anyway, not one that made sense, that was more a memory playing itself back than a dream. You didn’t sleep well as a rule, but normally your bad dreams consisted of other things.

You know it’s not a coincidence, not when he’d shown up at your door a week ago.

You knew he was innocent. You knew that. He’d been brainwashed and tortured and he was innocent… But that didn’t make everything you’d experienced less real. Coming to terms with the fact he wasn’t some monster was hard when all you wanted was someone to hate.

You suppose you just never thought you’d ever see him again in the flesh.

It was easier to fear the memory of something, but when it showed up at your door, apologising and wishing to make amends…

Despite your best efforts, you can’t stop thinking about him. What had he meant about making amends? Why had he sought you out after so long? What did he want?

Maybe that’s why when he shows up at your door again, you aren’t so terrified.

He definitely gives you a fright, but no more than anyone would seeing as you’d opened your front door just as he’d raised a fist to knock on it. A momentary flash of fear makes your eyes widen, but you’re rather surprised when it seems to pass over you, settling down into something more like unease.

For his part, Barnes looks a little bewildered, like he’d been caught out, and you wonder briefly, with no small amount of discomfort, how long he’d been standing there.

You both stare at each other, until he finally forces open his mouth and speaks.

“I can go, if you want,” He blurts, eyes darting over your features quickly, but always returning to your eyes.

“But I just came to ask if there’s anything I can do for you?” He nods slightly after speaking, as if he’d been practising the words and had delivered them just as intended.

You blink at him, completely taken aback, but somehow managing to find your voice this time. Is this what he’d meant by ‘making amends’?.

“I… I don’t know…?” You shuffle from one foot to the other.

“My… My friend told me that I should seek out people I hurt… to be ‘of service’.” He tells you quickly, as if he suddenly felt the need to explain himself. Honestly, it’s helpful, helping you put together more pieces of whatever the hell this puzzle was.

“You didn’t hurt me.” You say carefully, trying not to sound like you’d been practicing. You see his brow furrow, and his lips pull into a thin line.

“HYD– They were the ones who did it…” You take a deep breath, adjusting your hold on your reusable shopping bags. His eyes flicker to them briefly, but are back on your face in a blink.

“I read about you… after, I mean… I know you weren’t…” You lift a hand and tap your temple, though immediately cringe.

Barnes lips quirk, but any semblance of a smile disappears soon after, his eyes turning strangely soulful. With his haircut and altogether more well-kept look, it was hard to see why you’d been so scared of him the other day… he didn’t even look like the same person anymore.

“Sure. But I still did those things… I still owe you.”

You stare at each other again for a long while, almost like you were both just reacquainting yourselves with what you looked like. You weren’t exactly put-together yourself right now, but you can’t imagine you look any worse than when you were a literally prisoner of HYDRA.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asks again a moment later, and you suddenly remember that you were standing in your doorway, disrupted in your task.

“I– I don’t know, I’m sorry, I have to go,” You shake your head, and attempt to dismiss him for now. The store was only open for another hour before your shift started.

“I need to get my groceries before the shop closes.”

Barnes steps back, gives you plenty of room as you pull your door shut behind you, locking it securely. But when you turn back to him, his face seems to have perked up. It’s odd to see on him, honestly.

“I can carry them for you.”

You stare at one another again, and you find for some reason you can’t say no.

Perhaps you just wanted to see the former Winter Soldier carry your groceries.

The thought almost makes you laugh.

Not as much as seeing him trail behind you in the aisles does. You wonder if your sudden ease at his presence is similar to the ease you have when there’s a spider in your bathroom… You don’t want it around exactly, but if you’ve got your eyes on it, at least you know where it is.

You keep to your short list of needs, mostly trying to ignore the fact that this was very, very strange all things considered, and when you’ve finished and gone through the checkout, he grabs all six of your bags and waits for you to lead the way.

“Do you… do you live in the city?” You can’t help but ask him on the walk back. He looks at you, almost surprised, but nods, and averts his gaze again.

“In Bed-Stuy.”

It’s your turn to be surprised.

“That’s only a couple of blocks. I’ve never seen you around before.” You marvel. He doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes trained to the pavement.

“I know.”

Silence falls between you again, and prevails until you reach your building.

“Thanks. This has been… weird.” You tell him truthfully, watching how his lips quirk in that almost-smile again. He hands you your bags of groceries and then looks about.

“You do this every Thursday?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“No, I just forgot all week, and I really needed milk.”

He hums under his breath, frowning slightly again as he digs into his pocket and pulls out a small notepad. You watch him scribble something on a page, before he rips it out and holds it out to you.

“That’s my number… if you ever need anything, call me. I’ll come.” Barnes says seriously. Nodding, you reach out to gingerly pluck the paper from his fingers, but he keeps a hold of it for a moment longer, locking eyes with you.

“Anything.” He reiterates. Swallowing, you nod again, and he releases the page.

“Thanks, uh–”

“–Bucky… Please just call me Bucky.”

You watch him with a strange feeling filling your chest as he shoves his hands deep in his pockets and steps away from you. It takes you a few seconds to build up the courage to actually say his name.

“Thanks, Bucky.”

---

Bucky waits until you’ve disappeared inside your apartment building before he quickly pulls his hands from his pockets, hissing in discomfort as he finally attends to the searing, itching burn that had suddenly begun attacking his soulmark.

A few good scratches does the trick, but it leaves him with an entirely different sensation.

Bucky stares up at your apartment building, despair and dread settling deep in his belly. Realisation spurns on a hundred memories, a hundred memories now with a new context, a worse context, and Bucky feels completely nauseous.

You were his soulmate.

And HYDRA had made you afraid of him.

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[angelatmidnight1]

ahh great tysm! could i request a lee!octane x ler!reader where octane is blasting loud music from his room and won’t turn it down so the reader tickles him to get him to shut it off, and it ends up in a whole tickle fight between the two? thanks!!

Turn Down For What!

You are a new support Legend to join the Apex Games and are scheduled for a variety of lessons with the veterans of the game. Combat training was difficult enough, but you managed to get through it to Bangalore’s satisfaction. Now, it was time for another important lesson: picking your teammates up when they fall. Lifeline shows you the proper technique for reviving squadmates, but the lesson is interrupted by loud, blaring music coming from Octane’s room. You’d only met the speedster once or twice; he never sat still long enough to have a full conversation. You offer to go to his room to ask him to turn the music down, but not before Ajay sees you off with an interesting tidbit about him.

“Ajay…”

You cast an uncertain look at the combat medic beside you, holding the resuscitation syringe in a shaky hand. The MRVN was knelt down in front of you, animating the bleeding out effect, which only made your hands that much shakier. “I can’t...they’re gonna die…”

Lifeline shook her head and put a firm, yet comforting hand on your shoulder. “They won’t if yuh help ‘em. Remember what I told yuh to do?”

You frowned and met her eyes again, but she wasn’t backing off. So, you didn’t have a choice but to get close to the robot and help them onto their back. That was the first step. Then, you made sure that their arms were extended out by their sides to jab them with the serum. You hesitated; wouldn’t that hurt them?

Probably less than dying would. You thought, flinching a little bit when the combat medic squeezed your shoulder, urging you on. You pursed your lips and brought your hand down in one swift motion to inject the serum. At first, the MRVN flinched and reeled forward, but then they were able to grab your hand and stand up. Once they were on their feet, MRVN’s monitor flashed a smiley face, and you allowed yourself to breathe.

Lifeline smiled and nudged your arm. “See, what’d I tell ya, (y/n)? Yuh a natural doctor yuhself.” She complimented. She handed the MRVN her healing drone and a shield battery. Then, she looked at you again, her gaze serious. “I ain’t gonna lie to ya, ya gonna see a lot of bumps and scrapes once ya in the games. Even hesitatin’ for a second can determine whether ya get ya squad up or not.” She said, standing in front of you with her hands on her hips. “So you gotta get used to lookin’ at it.”

You sighed, shoulders slouching. “I know,” You admitted while rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ll get better at this.”

Lifeline scoffed. “‘Course ya are,” She answered matter-of-factly, making you arch a brow. When looked up, she was already handing you another syringe. “We gon’ keep practicing until ya feel comfortable.”

And that’s what you did. Ajay stayed by your side while you practiced reviving MRVNS. Over time, you felt more confident and got the robots to their feet more quickly. You gave the medic a huge smile, making her chuckle, but then she gestured to the robot in front of you. You looked at the MRVN, holding the syringe in a better grip, and moved to jab their arm. Well, that was until a loud guitar rift startled you, making you stick the syringe into the robot’s optic instead. The MRVN’s monitor flashed an exclamation point and you yelped, trying to correct the mistake.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to--”

Lifeline held up her hand and shook her head, sending her D.O.C. over to revive the robot instead. Then she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I swear, one of these days, Silva…”

You looked at her curiously and cocked your head to the side. “Who?” You asked. Although you had an inkling about who she was talking about, you’d never learned the Legend’s real name. He wasn’t an easy man to get a hold of.

“Octavio Silva. But ya might know him better as Octane,” Ajay explained, having to raise her voice over the music. “Boy’s gon lose his hearin’, playin’ music that loud.”

The MRVN handed the syringe back to you, and you gave it back to the medic. You had to admit, the music was really loud. You wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of the Outlands could hear it. “I can ask him to turn it down,” You offered, putting your hands in your pockets. “That way we can continue with the lesson.”

Lifeline chuckled and shook her head. “O’s as stubborn as it gets, but if ya want to try, go ahead.” She said, nodding in the direction of his room. An idea came to her just before you could leave the medbay, and she called your name, making you turn around. “(Y/N), in case he refuses to turn it down, there’s somethin’ ya can do…”

What Ajay told you made you grin, and that grin stuck even as you approached the speedster’s door. Who knew that the fastest, most daring Legend in the Apex Games was ticklish? Welp, you did, now! You knocked on the door, not really expecting a response, but you thought it’d be polite to do it anyway. Octavio never came, most likely from not hearing it, so you let yourself in. You flinched, the sounds hitting you like tidal waves, which made you cover up your ears. In the center of the room, the adrenaline junkie was hopping from jump pad to jump pad, practicing trick shots in time with the music. You cleared your throat and called out to him.

“Octavio? Octavio!”

No luck. You rolled your eyes and walked towards him. That mischievous grin tugged at the corner of your lips as you got close, but you’d need to wait for him to land before you could get him. After another bounce, he landed back on the floor, which gave you the opportunity to tweak his side. Octane cried out and jumped away from the sudden touch. He whirled around and faced you, holding his arm against his side.

“Uh...hola? You need something?”

Since he wasn’t wearing his mask, you could read his lips, but you’d prefer to hear him. You pointed to your ears and shook your head. Octane obliged by turning his speakers’ volume down a tiny bit.

“Make it quick, I gotta get these clips uploaded so I can edit them.” Octane urged. He turned off the camera on his desk and turned to you again. His eyebrows rose. “Wait, we’ve met before. You’re new around here, right?”

You nodded, raising your voice a bit since the music was still loud. “Yeah, I’m (Y/N). We spoke a few times on the dropship.”

“Right! Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something, so we’ll have to hang out later.” Octavio chuckled, cranking his speakers back up to full volume. You flinched and hurried beside him to turn it back down.

His head snapped over to you and he grabbed the speaker. “What’re you doing?” He exclaimed, holding it just out of your reach. You huffed and tried to take it back from him. Octane, however, was much taller than you.

“It’s too loud, Octavio! Can’t you just turn it down a little--”

“Psh, no! I’m listening to this.”

You groaned and hopped up towards the speaker, missing it by inches. “Half of the ship is listening to it! Just turn it down, please?” You insisted. Instead of complying, Octane put the speaker on a shelf that was far out of your reach, and you weren’t skilled on using his jump pads yet. You narrowed your eyes and poked his side again, making him gasp.

“I’ll turn it down in a sehehecond!” He snapped, making a poor attempt at stifling his chuckles. You poked him again, making him yelp and make a grab for your hands, which you dodged by jabbing him in the stomach instead. “Stohop! Why ahare you poking me?”

You smiled and held out your hands, wiggling your fingers tauntingly. “Because Ajay told me that you weren’t gonna turn it down, and that I can tickle you if you refuse!” You chirped. Your smile turned into a cheeky grin when the speedster wrapped an arm against his torso, which only encouraged you to get closer. “So let me ask you again, Octavio, will you turn the music down?” You arched an expectant brow at him and managed to back him into a corner. The speedster shook his head, poised to defend himself.

“NooOOOO---”

That’s all you needed to hear to lunge at him. He managed to catch you and hold you by the arms before you could knock him over. You, however, had combat training with Anita earlier in the day, and you put that training to good use. You stuck your leg out and hooked it around his, pulling it towards you. This made him lose his balance and fall like a sack of potatoes. You cheered victoriously, shaking his hands off, and worked to get his arms pinned down.

Octavio grunted and pushed your shoulders, unknowingly freeing up the sweet spot that Lifeline mentioned. “Stop! Seriously, I have things to doOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NO! GEHEHET OHOHOHFF!”

You’d buried your hands underneath his arms and wiggled your nails along his armpits. He slammed his arms against his sides and burst out laughing. Now, you weren’t sure which was louder: him, or the music.

“I know you have stuff to do!” You laughed, drilling your nails into the center of the armpits. He responded by arching his back and letting out another scream of laughter. “At the top of your list should be turning down the music...right?”

“I’M NOHOHOHT TUHUHURNING IHIHT DOHOHOHWN!” The speedster fired back. He hugged his arms even tighter against his sides when you tickled at an even faster pace. He even made the attempt to buck you off, but you were straddling his waist, and just had to lean forward to counter his weight. You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted by something thumping at your waist. You looked down at your belt and beamed; you still had some medical tape on you, courtesy of Lifeline. Your hands were trapped by his arms though, and you only had one way to free them.

In one swift motion, you ducked down and blew a raspberry into Octavio’s exposed stomach. He writhed against the floor, laughing even harder, but he still didn’t loosen his hold on your hands.

“AAAH! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP! DOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” He demanded through his fits of laughter. He squealed when you blew another one, just above his belly button, and bucked his hips repeatedly. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Huh?” You glanced up at him and cocked your head to the side. He panted heavily, a grin still etched onto his face, which only made you smirk. “Sorry, I missed what you said. What don’t you want me to do?”

The speedster was still plagued by giggles and had to reel them in before answering you. “I sahahaid stohohop tihihickling mEEEEE--”

Instead of letting him finish, you took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry over his belly button. Octane bucked violently and shrieked, the wild laughter immediately following suit.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

His laughter was contagious and you found yourself laughing along with him. “Oh, were you still talking?” You teased, wiggling your trapped fingers back against his armpits. He cried out with laughter and kicked his metal legs against the floor, prompting you to tickle even faster. Finally, he released your hands during another attempt to push you away. Then, like clockwork, you seized his wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He yelped and squirmed, protesting the entire time, but his fate was sealed...literally. You’d managed to tape his wrists down on the floor and clapped your hands together.

“There, that’s better!” You smiled, putting your hands out in front of you. You wiggled your fingers again and snickered when he paled. “Now, where were we?”

For someone used to moving at trailblazing speeds, everything happened so fast for Octavio. One minute, he’s vibing with his music and jump pads, and now he’s pinned on the floor, laughing his head off? You’d already confirmed that all of this was basically Lifeline’s doing, and she was well overdue for some good ole revenge.

Hermana, you are so dead. He seethed, snapping out of his thoughts when your hands lowered towards his armpits. He panicked; now wasn’t the time for plotting. He had to get away!

“No, no, no! Wait, (Y/N)! Dohohon’t tickle my armpits, plehehease!” He pleaded, preemptively giggling and trying to curl in on himself. You grinned and held your hands so that they were just touching his armpits, sending ticklish jolts up and down his arms. “I juhst wahahant to listen tohoho my music!”

“I never said you couldn’t! I just need you to turn it down.” You repeated, pressing your fingertips into the exposed pits. He squealed and arched his back as high as he could, making you laugh again. “You gonna do it or what?”

Octavio blabbered out something, attempting to bargain with you, but that’s not what you were there for. You tsked and gently scritched circles around each armpit. As much as you wanted to dig into them, you wanted to drag this out as long as possible. The speedster snorted, giggling uncontrollably, and uselessly pulled against the tape.

“Ahahahahaha! Nohohoho, por fahahavor!” He yelped, bucking his hips when you poked at the center of the armpits. You squealed, almost losing your balance, but then you sat back on his waist and continued the gentle scratching. “Lehehet mehehe lihihisten to my music!”

“Will you turn it down?”

Octane’s head snapped up to you; you were stubborn. If he wasn’t giggling up a storm, he’d tease you about Ajay rubbing off on you already. He shook his head and yelped again when you grabbed his sides. You pinched them, making the poor man yip and snicker, and earned a bark of laughter when you stroked along his rib cage.

“Iiii—heheheheh--nohohoho I wohohon’t!”

“Wrong answer~.” You sang, swiping your nails against each sensitive rib. He arched his back, swearing in Spanish, only to fall back down and continue giggling.

“Stahahahahahahap!” He whined, tossing his torso from one side to the other, which didn’t do anything to stop you. You ignored the plea and scratched up higher, teasing his center most ribs, which made him gasp and kick. “AH! Noohohoho nohohoho, nohohot thehehere!”

“Not where?” You asked innocently, opting to poke at the ribs on either side. You alternated the pokes to keep him guessing and giggled at his high pitched squeaks.

“THEHEHERE!” He yelled when you suddenly honed in on his ribs and scribbled along them like there was no tomorrow. He tried to flip onto his side, buck you off, anything to get you to stop tickling. But you easily kept up with all of those fruitless attempts. “AHAHAHAH!”

You smirked, pressing your fingertips into the spot. You drew little circles into his skin, laughing when he threw his head back. “Here?” You repeated, fluttering the tickles from one side of his rib cage to the other. He nodded frantically, drowning in desperate giggles, but you pressed on.

“Oh,” You continued, still smirking. “Cause I was sure you meant here…”

You walked your fingers up towards his armpits at a slow, slooow, pace. Octavio jolted and squirmed violently, his protests lost in his laughter, and his wrists straining against the tape’s hold. He was basically cackling by the time you got to where his armpits started, but you didn’t attack yet. You just held your hands there, snickering at the panicked laughter pouring out of him already.

“What’re you laughing for?” You grinned, flexing your fingers, but still not moving. Octavio screamed, arching his back, only to fall victim to another fit of giggles.

“Plehehehehease…” He begged. He held his arms rigidly and met your eyes, which just made you smile more.

“Please what? I’m not doing anything, Octavio.”

He groaned and opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead of attacking both armpits, you only attacked his right one, while your free hand scratched at his sensitive stomach. Octavio’s eyes bugged out and his desperate giggles spiked to loud, hard laughter.

“NOO--AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!”

You perked up while dragging a finger around his belly button. He screamed again and thumped his head against the ground, wildly shaking his head. “Okay?” You repeated, dipping your finger inside his belly button and scratching around. The wail of laughter initially startled you, but you kept on scratching anyway. “Okay what?”

“I’LL TUHUHUHRN IT DOHOHOHWN! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He yelled. He sucked in his stomach and drummed his legs back against the floor the more you kept scratching. You grinned, feeling triumphant...but you were having too much fun to stop!

“Yeah? You promise?” You chuckled, jabbing a finger into his right armpit while you continued to tickle his belly button. He flinched and nodded over and over, finally falling into hysterics, and then silent laughter when you dug into both armpits. You slowed down the tickling to give him the opportunity to breathe.

“Y-Yehehehes...I prohohohmise…” He panted. You didn’t notice that the tape holding his wrists down was coming undone, so you felt perfectly comfortable in pushing your luck. You took your hands off of him and brought a hand up to your chin, pretending to think.

“Hmm, alright, Octavio. I guess that’s good enough,” You began, putting your hands down at either side of him. Octane breathed a sigh of relief, believing that you were about to climb off of his waist, but you pinched his hip bones instead. He gasped and reeled to the side, but then you did it again, and again, and again, until he was snickering all over again.

“Hehehehehy! Whyhyhy ahahahre yohuhuh--” The speedster yelped when you used all ten fingers to tickle his belly. He cackled, but hadn’t fully recovered yet, so he didn’t have as much energy to squirm. “WHYHYHYHY TIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHE AGAHAHAIN?!”

“Because it’s fun!” You laughed, ducking down to blow another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio howled and laughed even harder. “Haha, Ajay was right. You are way too ticklish for your own good.”

Now he had two people to get revenge on. And, through a stroke of luck, he was about to serve you your just desserts. Why?

Because when he arched his back to try to get you off of his stomach, the tape split with a resounding riiiiip. You froze, looking up towards the sound, and gasped loudly.

“Oh shit--”

Octavio having his hands freed gave him a burst of energy, and he used that energy to take you down. He sat up and grabbed your arms, making you swear again, and you pushed your shoulder into his chest.

“No! No no, truce! AHHH--!”

Octane far outmatched you in terms of strength, and he easily wrestled you to the ground. He pinned your arms underneath his legs and immediately went for your sides.

“Oho, not funny anymore, is it?” The speedster ridiculed, his wiggling fingers a blur as he scratched up and down your sides. You let out a screaming laugh and tried to sit up, but he was too heavy.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” You hollered, arching your back when he reached under your shirt and scritched at your bare stomach. “AHAHAHA! STOHOHP! I WAHAHAHS KIHIHIHIHDDING!”

Octavio scoffed and used one of his hands to dig into your left hip, continuing to tickle your belly. “Well, I’m not! I’ll show you what happens when you tickle me, amigo/a!” He quipped, snickering when you threw your torso against the ground. He kept switching spots at an alarmingly fast pace: your stomach, hips, sides, even knees. It didn’t give you a chance to resist the sensation and kept you guessing as to where he’d strike next...which proved to be pretty difficult.

“OCTAHAHAHAVIO!” You shouted, the panic dropping on you when he honed in on two of your worst spots: your knees and your stomach. You shrieked and kicked your legs against the floor, which was annoying him, so he opted for laying over your legs to hold them down. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHRRY!”

“Stop? Me?” The speedster snorted and alternated the squeezing along your knees. You howled with laughter and desperately pulled at your trapped wrists, but he wouldn’t budge. “Haven’t you heard, (Y/N)? There’s no breaks on the Octrain!”

When he reached under your knees to tickle the skin there, your laughter was louder than anything coming out of the stereo. Since your left knee seemed more sensitive than the right, he focused on that one exclusively, and reached behind him to poke at your stomach. It tickled so bad, and he wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. So, as a last resort, you decided to cry out for your mentor.

“AJAHAHAHAHY!” You shrieked, jerking to the side when he pinched at the top of your knees. “I NEHEHEED HEHEHEHLP!”

Octane cringed and stopped tickling you, glancing at the door. He half expected the doctor to be standing there, waiting to pounce, but she wasn’t. You breathed heavily and laid your head back on the ground, grateful for the distraction. While he wasn’t paying attention to you, you tested the grip he had on your arms, and were surprised to find that you could move them slightly. You took a breath and managed to pull one of them free before the speedster turned back to you. Without a second thought, you squeezed his side, making him yelp and topple over.

“AH! Noohohoho yohuhu dohohohn’t!” He laughed and gripped the free arm, forgetting about the other one until you pulled it free. You poked his ribs and hopped back on him, drawing out the tickle fight that much longer. Ajay could hear the commotion from the medbay, but all she did was smile and prepare for your next lesson.

I hope this was to your liking anon! This was my first reader insert fic. Please let me know with you think. If you don't like it, I can try to rewrite it.

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 2

Pairing: Privé!Baekhyun x Reader; CEO!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, CamCouple!AU, slice of life, smut

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, bratty OC (a lil' bit), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, toys, (light) bondage, masturbation (f), oral (m), angry sex, name calling (at the end)

Raiting: +18 (what's new though? 😂)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: when your (very) busy boyfriend Baekhyun is called back to work to manage his company you decide to make him regret it with (very) suggestive videos.

A/N: I don't know how many times I discarded and started over this chapter but I actually like the way it turned out 💃. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! My asks are always open!💖💖

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(Artifical love will forever be that bitch! Also the way he pushes his jaw to the front, and breathing heavily like that 🥵🥵)

Paraphilia #2: AUTAGONISTOPHILIA; Being on stage or on camera

S P O T L I G H T

"How come he's still in his office... Isn't it Sunday today?" you impatiently whisper to yourself as you turn your face to the calendar that's hanging in the fancy kitchen.

You were right it is Sunday. It's already noon and you haven't seen him yet today. Baekhyun, that is. Your boyfriend. Your incredibly successful but incredibly busy boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless.

In the quiet of the luxurious house you can hear him speak on the phone. He's probably in a business meeting with some important partners... Yeah they must be really important because he usually always makes sure he saves the Sundays for you.

Baekhyun had always been this way. When you started dating he already was the CEO of Privé. Back then he was already very busy even though it was just a very young brand at the time but it's only gotten worse over the years or better depends on how you look at it...

"The richer, the busier" you say out loud to yourself as you move to the couch of the living room.

You sigh and pull up the cover on your legs as you switch the drama you were watching back on.

Time passes and you are completely caught up in the drama. The romance displayed is very cute and you wish you could be in Baekhyun's arms right now. Then you hear steps in the staircase, you whip your head in its direction and see your boyfriend wearing an expensive and very sleek Armani suit, with his raven black hair brushed back. He impatiently looks at his gold rolex.

His high cheekbones paired with the outfit makes your heart flutter when he appears in front of you. He looks stunning, like a dream.

But something is off about his attitude...

"Are you leaving ?" you ask a tint of sadness underlining your voice.

"Yes I have to... Something came up..." he says fixing a strand of hair in front of the mirror. You bite your lip.

"But... It's Sunday today" You say sulking, giving him puppy eyes

"I know baby but it looks like our website is under a cyber attack and I have to go fix it right now. The banking info of the customers might leak..." his voice is a little harsh and you can't help but to feel hurt by his tone.

"Ok" you say, giving up with a sad smile trying to not let him see how it affected you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" he says waving in your direction before grabbing the keys of the Audi and walking out the front door...

You sigh once again. And try to forget Baekhyun's harsh tone and furrowed brows... but after a while you realize that you reqlly can't...

You squirm on the couch, working yourself up... The Sundays are supposed to be for you. He employs hundreds of people, couldn't one of them handle the cyber attack? Plus, Baekhyun is an expert in designing styling and marketing but he knows nothing about programming and other geeky stuff you can't even name. Why is his presence mandatory? You know he's the CEO but still... Would Elon Musk run off to the office if Tesla.com was under a cyber attack?

Probably... the voice of reason in your head answers. But you shake your head, chasing away the annoying truth.

You sigh but in annoyance this time. Then an idea blooms into your mind...

"What if... I made him want to get back as soon as possible" you smirk to yourself.

You grab your phone and press record. You perk up your lips and speak in a seductive tone.

"Babe. I miss you so much..." You say as you bring your other hand to your breasts.

"I think I need you right now" You stop the recording and press send before you can change your mind.

You wait for a second and think it's not enough... And to be quite frank, the idea of Baekhyun having to hide his boner at work because of you made you eager for more teasing.

Without even thinking you start to rub yourself between your thighs as you fill the immense living room with very soft moans.

You took your shirt over your head and slided down your pants leaving them on the marble flooring.

You laid on the couch only in your matching navy blue lingerie set. You took your phone back and made another little video for your busy boyfriend.

"Baby come home" you moaned as your fingers played with your bud through the thin lace. You lower the angle to let him see the sexy lingerie set but also where your fingers were. You felt the thrill of doing something so naughty on camera. You bit your lip as you pressed down harder on your core sending electricity throughout your body.

You hit send and drop the phone. You imagine Baekhyun getting these at the board meeting  and secretly stroking himself underneath the table, his dick threatening to rip out of his pants at any time.

Your phone buzzes as you receive a response. You smirk evilly knowing it's your powerful boyfriend being distracted.

"Stop that" he demands.

The smirk only spreads further on your face. You always liked to be a dissident little brat. So you decide to go even further.

You videotape yourself again. This time you slip your hand inside your panties and gasp at the cold sensation of your fingers against your hot folds. You dip them inside your center, moaning shamelessly.

You set your phone to the side and rub yourself over your panties again. You let the room be filled with soft moans and whimpers. Already picturing Baekhyun's clenched fist underneath the meeting table as the shareholders talk to him about the cyber attack. His mind only being preoccupied with your needy moans and sweet dripping pussy.

"Mmmh... Baekhyun... If you want me to stop..." You pump your fingers inside your heat, you feel your walls tighten around them, excited by the thought of being disobedient but also on tape. "Come and make me" you say showing the camera the long strings of juices coating your fingers. Quickly you press send again.

You smirk again as you moan louder, circling your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties.

Then you hear your phone buzz again. You read the text from, you're sure of it, your very angry boyfriend.

"I'm in the car I'll be over in 10 minutes I want to see you in the R-Room"

A huge smile spreads on your lips. You made it, you made your boyfriend return to you. You were so happy you didn't care about the consequences. You happily hopped off the couch and shuffled to the R-Room. You even left behind your clothes, still on the ground , knowing damn well, the mess was going to piss off Baekhyun even further.

You pushed in the door of the R-Room. This room was the only one of the villa that didn't have any windows. It was completely dark. You pushed on the light switch. In the middle was a table, with leather straps at every corner. One camera right over the table, filming it. Another one was on a tripod on the side. And a third one was for the close ups. Because in fact, the "R" stood for "Recording".

In this room,  you and Baekhyun made sextapes. Baekhyun initiated you years ago. Before it felt so wrong and you refused to be filmed from the neck up. You didn't even want to be fully naked. But now, you would simply slip on the black lace rabbit mask and you let Baekhyun bind you and do whatever he pleased to you in front of the camera.

Recently Baekhyun even convinced you to start a livestream show of your escapades. Quickly you two became really popular. Of course, Baekhyun is kind of a public figure due to his job so he never shows his face but you don't mind.

It was the most thrilling feeling. Imagining thousands of strangers touching themselves to you. Suggesting to Baekhyun things to do to you.

You slipped off your bra. You wanted to be nice and ready for Baekhyun when he came back. You put your hair up in a neat bun, even set up the cameras. You're so busy that you don't hear Baekhyun ruffling up the stairs.

He pushes the door open. Making you jump. He's mad sure but he can't help but to smile when he sees you completely naked, already waiting for him. But he doesn't intend on being easy on you, not after what you did.

You stiffen up as you see his smile fade away, walking towards you. He presses his clothed body against your naked one. He takes your chin in his cold slender fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can make me this mad purposely just to make me fuck you?" You feel your cheeks grow red. "I don't think so missy" He lets go of you and turns around, ready to leave.

No no no, you think. You worked yourself up so much. You knew you were going to get punished but you didn't imagine that... It never crossed your mind that Baekhyun could actually just leave you hanging like this.

"S-should I turn off the c-cameras?" you stutter in a last attempt to make him change his mind. He stops as an even better idea blooms in his mind.

"You know what? No... keep them rolling"

A smile grows on your unsuspecting lips. Baekhyun goes to the laptop and to your different social media platforms where he types a message:

"Surprise live show to punish a disobedient little bunny rabbit"

Within seconds comments start to flow in. People were really excited to get a surprise unscheduled live. And so were you, cause you had no idea what Baekhyun had in store for you.

Baekhyun handed you the familiar bunny ears black mask. Your fingers trailed the lace details before you placed it on.

Baekhyun did some arrangements before switching the live on. The red light of the cameras started to blink and you knew you were on for one hell of a ride.

"All right everybody! Good evening! We are live today" Baekhyun said as the three cameras stared at your naked body.

You saw the first comments on the screen of the laptop.

"Wow already nice and ready"

"Ugh Bunny is so cute"

"I wish I was there to see Bunny irl"

Goosebumps poked up on your bare skin.

"Everyone today Bunny was very naughty and I had to punish her. So, I told myself why not let all of you enjoy it as well. Bunny..." Baekhyun turned to you. "Explain to our friends what you did" You looked up at your pissed off boyfriend.

"I... I disturbed master as he was busy... and was defiant"

"Good girl" Baekhyun caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You read some comments again.

"Oooh Bunny is in trouble hehe"

"Master!! Can't let this flow! gotta show her who's boss"

"Ok, so Bunny" Baekhyun starts "You will start by pleasing master" You looked up at him again you knew exactly what it meant. Baekhyun's hand left your cheeks to press on your shoulder. "On your knees Bunny".

His hand takes a tight hold on your bun as the other one unbuckles his belt and takes out his already rock hard cock.

"Open wide." he says his teeth shining under the indirect spotlight of the dark room.

You open your mouth and Baekhyun doesn't give you time to approach. Instead as soon as your mouth is open he rams his cock inside, hitting the back of your throat right away.  By reflex you want to pull away but his hand around you bun maintains your head right in place.

Right then and there, you finally mesure how mad you have made him. He's never this rough, at least not right at the beginning before you had any chance of teasing him and running his patience thin. But you did all that… just with your videos… Teasing him until he can only process the desire he has for you through rough angry sex.

He starts the thrust himself in your mouth. You gag loudly on his cock, trying to catch a breath, but he doesn't let you.

"Come on, look at the camera, baby. Let them see how pretty you are with my cock down your throat" Baekhyun whispers in a low husky voice. Your tears filled eyes turn to the camera where you have a look at the comments.

"Uh ohhh... Master really IS mad"

"Bunny's mouth must feel so good"

Baekhyun gradually slows down his pace, allowing you to finally breathe. He pops his dick out of your mouth, while you pant. You look back excepting more face fucking but instead Baekhyun is turning the cameras to the table.

Already? you think. But you still get up and walk to the table, quickly checking the comments again.

"Are we bounding Bunny already?"

"Oh yessss!! The fuck-table!!!"

You sat and one after the other, Baekhyun tied your wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the attached straps. You were now laying there, leg spreads wide, completely exposed to the +15K people that were watching you right now. You bite your lip feeling the familiar thrill swell up in your chest again.

Then Baekhyun approached with the vibrator. He pressed the button and turned it on. The buzzing sounds made you anticipate the feeling of it. You lightly squirm in your restrains. Baekhyun skipped directly to the most powerful setting. You looked at him, he was wearing that same evil smile again...

He places the vibe on your drenched heat. First at your entrance, you gasped loudly. Goosebumps spreading on your skin. With agonizing slowness he brought the vibe to your clit. The incredible speed of the vibrations took you by surprise and you immediately threw your head back, pulling hardly on the straps as unexpected pleasure took possession of you.

Your moans filled the cramped dark room. Tears started to form again, your body didn't know how to react to such an intense and unknown sensation. You felt you juices rundown your legs and coat your thighs.

"Aaaah Master... I'm cumming" you warned Baekhyun and he instantly switched the vibe off. You looked back up at him with pleading eyes, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"M-Master p-please" you stuttered.

"Bunny, you really think you can be disobedient like this and expect master to let you cum?" Baekhyun's low voice sent a shiver down your spine. His hands traveled to your folds, slightly playing with your sensitive bud, he coated his fingers with your juices before bringing them to your lips.

"Taste yourself baby" you hungrily sucked his digits, grazing your teeth on them. But he took them back before you were even finished. Your eyes laid on the screen.

"Ohhh Bunny how do you feel?"

"Bunny's desperate moans are the BEST!!"

Again, you heard the buzzing sound of the vibe. Only this time the vibration was really low, barely audible.

You felt the soft vibrations directly on your swollen clit. You didn't even have time to process the feeling that Baekhyun was pushing himself inside your wetness. You moaned loudly as you felt his hot cock stretch you deliciously. When he reached the bottom of you he gently pulled out. He then grabbed a piece of duct tape and secured the vibe on your clit. You moaned again, instantly missing him inside you. But it wasn't for long because he thrusted himself back in with all his might. A strangled moan escaped your lips, Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Oops, sorry baby. Had to check if the vibe was well secured... Yeah it didn't move"

Yes, you knew that much as the delicious sensation of the soft vibrations didn't stop for a second.

Soon he started to move at a comfortable pace. His length explored the deepest part of you and you completely lost yourself along the way. Between the vibe and his never ending back and forth your mind went completely blank. 

"Look at the camera baby. Show this beautiful expression." Baekhyun's deep voice said.

You looked straight at the camera that was a close up of your face. You looked at the tiny return of the image. Your hair was an absolute mess. Your now loose bun was violently jumping with each of Baekhyun's thruts. Your eyes were fluttering close, rolled back. You looked delighted... and god knows you were. Baekhyun's big bulging cock felt like heaven inside you. You were so so so close to your release. Your toes curled upwards as you felt Baekhyun dig deeper inside you, his hands gripping tightly on your widely open thighs.

"Master, aaaah...  I'm so... aaah... close" you said. But then again. Baekhyun abruptly pulled out of you and switched off the vibe. Leaving your desperate little cunt hungry for more of him. You whimpered and looked at him again.

"Not yet baby" Baekhyun's low voice said. You squirmed, pulling on your restrains, protesting. The comments flew in again.

"No orgasm for Bunny!"

"I bet Bunny really regrets being disobedient now hehe"

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes. You looked at your still pissed boyfriend.

"Please Master" you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards, shamelessly showing him and the viewers your red and completely desperate pussy. Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Look at you acting like a bitch in heat, pushing up your swollen little cunt up in the air like this" you felt shame but the straps kept you from closing your legs. You could only whimper and squirm. Baekhyun brought his thumb to your mouth and you immediately sucked on it.

"You want to cum baby girl?" he asked, his voice somewhat softening. You nodded sucking vigorously on his thumb.

"Then fucking beg for it like a proper slut" he said back with his harsh tone, through greeted teeth, popping his finger out of your mouth.

One single tear rolled on your cheek. But you would have done anything. Anything in the world for him to finally let you cum.

"Master, please... I-"

"To the camera baby girl" Baekhyun interrupted you. You turned your head to the close up camera.

"I'm sorry for disobeying my master. I'm sorry for being dissident. I will do everything to make master forgive me." Baekhyun raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"What do you say everybody?"

Your eyes went to the screen again.

"That was weak!"

"Make her beg again"

"I would just leave her like this tbh"

You turned back to Baekhyun as he smirked again.

"Gotta have to do better than this Bunny" You took a deep breath and looked at the staring camera.

"Please, Master. This bitch is yours. She would do everything to please her master, She really has learned her lesson. If you accept to fuck me more I promise I will make master feel better then ever." That intrigued him.

"What do you think guys?"

"Yes she was good enough. She deserved it."

"#dickforbunny"

Baekhyun then suddenly thrusted inside you. You gasped as the delicious sensation filled your mind again. You missed him so much these past few seconds. Your pussy was tightly gripping around his fat cock. Holding onto it like it was scared to lose it again, suffocating it in the process. And Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as your warmth enveloped him. He grunted loudly, fucking you senseless.

"Aaaah... master it's so fucking good..." you said moaning shamelessly in front of thousands of strangers.

Without a heads up, he switched back on the vibe, all the way up. The vibration was so powerful, that even Baekhyun felt your whole pussy vibrate and twitch around him. Your nails dug in your palms as you felt immense pleasure wash over you.

"I'm cumming master" You screamed, thrashing your head around, unable to contain your orgasm anymore.

"That's right cum for me baby. Cum on this dick" Baekhyun groaned in a low lust filled voice.

And finally you crossed the edge. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely drunk on the filling as your eyes rolled back while facing the camera. Your eyes could barely read anymore.

"She's cumming like a real slut haha"

"Wow look at her legs shaking"

But then. Baekhyun didn't stop, nor did the vibe.

"Master, please I just came" You cried out as your voice was cut everytime Baekhyun thrusted powerfully inside you.

"Baby girl. Once begging me to continue, now begging to stop? Make up your mind" He grunted still powerfully slamming his length inside you.

You screamed to the sensation of your sensitive clit being over stimulated. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you continued to shake. Gradually the pleasure took over you again, not asking permission or even announcing itself. It just simply won you over.

Baekhyun and the vibe both forcing you into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first one. You arched your back and pulled hard on the restrains, the leather dug into your skin. You screamed again, completely losing to Baekhyun's fat cock.

Baekhyun continued to thrust inside you until your pussy was throbbing and sucking him in so much that he had no other choice to release his thick cum inside you. Grunting and cursing, indulging himself in the pleasure.

He slowed down his pace gradually as you fell quiet. Completely exhausted from the forced orgasm. Baekhyun pulled out and you felt his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you. Your mind felt numb and you weren't even able to process the words your eyes were reading.

"Bunny won't forget that punishment."

"I came so much watching Bunny shake like this"

"Bunny was fucked out of her mind... look at her... fuck so hot!"

"That was the greatest live EVERRRR"

Baekhyun laughed while reading them.

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed. I'll end it now and will put Bunny to bed" he chuckled looking back at you, chest still heaving up and down, glistening with sweat.

Baekhyun picked you up and carried you to your bedroom where you instinctively snuggled under the blanket. You had a content smile plastered on your lips.

"I'm going to disobey everytime now" you said before immediately passing out. Baekhyun just lightly chuckled before laying soft kisses on your forehead.

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Dear Evan Hansen

You may have seen some ~online discourse~ about the film Dear Evan Hansen, an adaptation of the 2016 Broadway musical, and you might have wondered what all the hubbub is about. I mean, it’s a feel good story about a senior in high school, Evan Hansen (Ben Platt), who has some pretty severe anxiety and depression. While trying to fulfill an assignment from his therapist to write a letter to himself, his letter gets picked up by another student, Connor (Colton Ryan) - and later that day, Connor kills himself. Connor’s grieving parents and sister Zoe (Amy Adams, Danny Pino, and Kaitlyn Dever) are desperate to learn more from the boy they think was Connor’s best friend - after all, Connor’s suicide note was a letter addressed to “Dear Evan Hansen.” And, as you can imagine, Evan tells them about the unfortunate mistake and sits with them in their grief as they struggle to pick up the pieces of their lives. 

Just kidding! He lies to them, repeatedly, elaborately, expansively for months, constructing an entire false friendship with Connor that never happened, and ingratiating himself into the wealthy nuclear family he never had, in large part because he wants to get into Zoe’s pants! THIS IS THE PROTAGONIST OF THE STORY. Oh, and it’s a musical so there is a lot of singing and crying and singing WHILE crying and sometimes crying and not singing at all. But the #inspiration, you guys. 

Things I liked:

Pretty much everything but the story and Ben Platt’s performance. The supporting cast is stacked, and all of them do a great job at elevating material scraped directly out of a diaper worn by someone who just chewed their way through a copy of the DSM-5. 

A couple of the songs are damn catchy - “Waving Through a Window” and “You Will Be Found” are standouts for a reason - and here’s the thing, Platt sings them well. But as you’ll discover, there’s a lot more to a movie musical than just singing your part. 

Stephen Chbosky, the man behind every deep thought I and a lot of people in my generation had in 2006 after he wrote The Perks of Being a Wallflower, is a pretty good director. I particularly enjoyed the fanvid-type cuts in “Waving Through a Window” in conjunction with the lyrics, and his use of interstitial shots to flashbacks (and sometimes flashforwards!) is a neat little bit of shorthand that I thought was used sparingly enough to be effective. 

Amy Fucking Adams. She’s holding on so hard, so desperately to the idea of who her son could have been, rather than the reality of who he was, and she is full of such deep pain that is masked by an almost endless supply of patience with Evan and relentless positivity. All this made me want was Enchanted 2 even worse than I already did. 

Super into everything Zoe wears - the costuming department did a great job, and now all I want to do is live in mom jeans and baggy sweaters.

Did I Cry? I teared up a couple of times because I’m not a completely heartless bastard and when Amy Adams offered Evan Connor’s college money, my heart broke for the lie Evan had thrust upon her, and Julianne Moore’s song got me good, because she’s just a single mom to Evan who is doing her goddamn best. 

Things I hated more than the time I dropped a frozen gallon container of fruit cocktail on my pinkie toe in my parents’ garage and it turned black and I thought it was gonna fall off:

Ben Platt is 28 years old. He originated the role of Evan Hansen on Broadway, so in many respects it makes sense that he plays the role in the movie, except for the one kinda sorta important thing where he looks like a wizened old crone standing amongst a sea of children doing his best twitching, cringing Hunchback of Notre Dame impression. If you want someone to convincingly play 20 years their junior, hire Paul Rudd. Otherwise, please don’t ask me to believe that this supposed 18-year-old has crow’s feet. 

And that twitching nervous energy is a huge part of the black hole at the center of this film - he’s playing to the cheap seats and walking through the halls of his high school like a wet chihuahua. It’s an excruciating acting choice to watch - he doesn’t just have anxiety, he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown seemingly every second of every day. Like honestly, where is only-mentioned-never-seen Dr. Sherman, because this young man’s meds are NOT WORKING DR. SHERMAN. 

There’s such a lack of self-awareness on behalf of the writing, directing, and performance by Platt. There’s one song, “Sincerely, Me,” that offers the only glimpse of commentary about what Evan is doing, by pointing out the malicious ridiculousness of him writing a series of fake emails as proof of his and Connor’s friendship. 

Also what high schoolers email this much?? I know this was written in probably 2014 or so, but has a bitch never heard of a text? Even a DM? This whole plot is constructed around the premise that high schoolers are just constantly, constantly emailing each other. 

Everything - and I mean EV-ER-Y-THING - about Evan’s relationship with Zoe is so creepy and disturbing that with a soundtrack change, this could easily be a horror movie. He attempts to get her to like him by describing to her all the things her brother noticed about her - oh wait, I’m sorry, all the things HE noticed about her while he was skulking in the shadows following her around for years, watching every move she made, and it ends with him singing repeatedly “I LOVE YOU” because following a girl around and never having a conversation with her or knowing her at all is love, right? This was clearly written by the same people who chose “Every Breath You Take” as their wedding song because Sting is hot and they never actually listened to the damn words. 

And it gets about 10 billion times worse when Zoe goes to Evan’s house alone, takes him up to his room, and sings “I don’t need reasons to want you” and that was the moment I was that person I hate in a movie theater and I pulled out my phone to Google who wrote the music and lyrics to the musical (we were in the back row of the theater no one was behind me THIS WAS AN OUTRAGE EMERGENCY) and of motherfucking course it was written by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, 2 men who heard about meeting an actual human woman from a friend one time but otherwise are unfamiliar with the concept. 

Lastly, enormous serial killer vibes from Evan sending unlabeled flash drives anonymously through the mail with no note in an attempt to right his wrongs. That’s not catharsis, that’s how the next installment in the Saw franchise starts, with Evan in a Billy the clown doll mask showing up on the screen and asking if you want to play a fucking game. 

Also, I know it’s not possible for the narrative to justify this in a way that could be satisfying based on Evan’s actions, but what is with this thing where single working-class mom Julianne Moore is turning down rich people’s money for Evan to go to college? Like, obviously we can’t have that happen in the movie but in real life, fuck your pride! Take those rich people’s money!

I also know how movies work but nothing annoys me more than a giant group of high schoolers all getting beeps and boops to indicate text notifications all at the same time because I don’t know a single person under the age of 55 who keeps their ringer on. That shit is on vibrate AT MOST, and I feel like that’s a millennial thing. 

The emotional climax of the film is obviously Evan’s WAY TOO LATE confession, but the idea that it’s prompted by Connor’s family suddenly getting a lot of internet hate is, frankly, laughable. If Sandy Hook taught me one thing, it is that no tragedy is immune from trolls who live only to cause other people devastating emotional pain on the internet. That shit starts day 1. Apparently no one involved in this production has ever been on Twitter?

Also it feels like there should have been a dog somewhere in this movie and there was no dog, so points off for that too. 

Perhaps Dear Evan Hansen isn’t nearly as deep as it aspires to be. Perhaps it’s a morality play, a simplistic message of “Don’t lie, kids, lying is bad!” Major studio movies wrap themselves up with a nice bow at the end so everyone can feel good about themselves and leave with a happy ending, but the moronic cruelty on display here makes that feat feel impossible. We’re left with Evan in an orchard, reading Connor’s favorite books and staring into the big blue sky with all the self-actualization he’s earned now as a lil treat. And if Evan Hansen looked like an actual 18-year-old, it would be a lot easier to extend more empathy to him and his not-fully-developed prefrontal cortex, but it’s a little harder with this fully-grown, weathered man who was old enough to remember seeing Liar Liar in theaters. 

Dear Evan Hansen, 

Get some actual help and a haircut and maybe you can grow up enough to have an actual healthy interaction with any other living person, ever.

Sincerely, 

Me

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