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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 5 months

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BABY GIRL

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - Jackson likes to keep you doped up for both of your safety.

Warnings - Non-con, dub-con, drugging, manipulation, degrading, p in v, edging.

Word count - 1.9k+

Notes - Guess who wanted to work on one of her WIP's but decided to watch Red Eye and just had to write another one about my favourite boy.

You laid on the bed, completely naked against his body, he only wore his boxers, your left leg draped over his hips, his hand slowly caressing your back as your face was pressed up against his lean bare chest.

The audio of the television was muffled, your sight blurred as you slowly breathed in and out. The sheets were hardly covering your flesh, but you were too dazed to pay attention to it. The sensation of his large fingers caressing your tender skin was enough to earn gentle moans from your soft lips. His cold blue eyes watched you like a hawk. Almost skeptical that you would commence a ploy against him, despite your doped state.

Jackson Rippner was fascinated by you. The moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his. It was unfortunate with the circumstances you met under. Star crossed lovers in his opinion, a bit of a spiced uniqueness to your relationship.

You were assigned to investigate him for terrorism. Many times you were warned about your high levels of ambition, your eagerness put you in danger. But you were always too stubborn to listen to your superiors.

“Jackson” you murmured against his chest, almost drooling. He sighed lightly, his hand rubbing circles around your lower back.

“Yes baby?” He asked softly, there was silence for a brief moment. Jackson waited patiently for you to respond as you raised your heavy head.

“Are you going to keep me drugged up forever” you slowly questioned, your eyes ached to stay open, your thoughts blurred with sweet nothings.

There was this blank, emotionless stare from him. As he was questioning himself, he really did wonder what he’d do with you in the long run. The thought of him keeping you mindless for the rest of your days made the blood rush to his cock. Only being mentally capable to muse the thought of him touching, fucking, loving you.

But then he also wanted to take you out for an expensive dinner, vacate at a ski resort, hold you from behind as you cook him a loving homemade meal. Jackson never considered himself a romantic, but different people create a better you. The idea of having a life as one together made his heart flutter.

“No baby girl” he answered eventually.

“When will you stop” you breathed out, a small smile on your lips, a thread of hope. There was a small grin on his lips as his hands gently rubbed your hips.

“When I know you’ll be a good girl for me” Jackson mocked, pulling you completely over his hips to saddle him.

“I am a good girl” you countered, your head felt heavy yet your thoughts light.

“Because you’re drugged up” he laughed softly, his large hand caressing your cheek as your face fell limp on him.

“Touché” you snorted and he patted your cheek a couple of times. Sluggestly, you lifted your head back up, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Please sir, I promise to be good” you assured, but your small smile was all so devilish.

That title always got the blood flowing to his cock. You could already feel his size growing underneath you.

“Really? You cross your heart, hope to die, type of promise?” Jackson razzed, flashing you a toothy grin as his fingers slowly moved closer to your core.

“Yes sir” you promised, batting your eyes towards him.

“Oh baby girl, how can I be so sure?” He toyed, titling his head to you.

The scratches on his face were faint. Whenever he sobered you up, you were quick to get in every shot you could at him. However, you were foolish not to carefully plan out your scheme to escape, or as you preferred to do, attempting to kill him.

“Because I love you cock Jacky” you moaned, his fingers toying with your clit.

Within a blink, Jackson had flipped you onto your back. Holding your throat down against the mattress and huffing, flaring his teeth at you. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, his thumb rubbing over your chin.

“You hate being called Jacky” you choked out, but you were still grinning at him.

“And I thought you wanted to be a good girl” he pouted to you.

“I do” you almost sang, coughing at the restriction to your throat.

“Fix your mistake then” Jackson ordered calmly.

“Because I love your cock, sir” you choked out, emphasizing the correction. With the release of your throat, Jackson sighed.

“That’s a good whore” Jacksont grinned at you, flexing his hips forward. You pouted to him. “My good whore” he corrected himself, dropping his lips onto your neck.

It was pointless, trying to deny the sensation Jackson always brought over your body. It was too much effort to try to hide the pleasure he always bathed you in.

This is where you belonged, underneath him, figuratively and literally.

In small circular motions, his tongue swished over your heated skin, his hands ran slowly up and down your torso, his fingers playfully scratching at your nerves, his stubble tickled you. Your arms gradually enveloped around his back, your fingernails scraping at his skin lightly.

“I’ll always take care of you baby girl. You know that right?” Jackson asked as he pushed his boxers down enough to free his throbbing length.

“Yes, Jackson” you breathed out, laying your head back carelessly.

“Could have gotten you killed, interfering with my business, like a little fucking brat. But I saved you…” Jackson grinned as he lined himself up with your gushing entrance.

“No Jackson” you shook your head, moaning out softly as he gently pushed himself inside of you.

“Who are you lying to?” Jackson snorted as he rested himself completely inside of our canal.

“This isn’t living” you countered, your hands rising up to the back of his neck, your legs raising up to your hips in unison.

Jackson couldn’t help but to laugh as his hips snapped back and forward. His lower lip was stuck in between his teeth as he searched for the perfect pace and speed.

“For someone who is constantly high, you sure as hell are conscious” he remarked, his hands holding onto your sides.

“I was always smarter than you” you murmured, biting onto your lower lip.

Jackson laughed gently as his teeth nipped at your earlobe.

“Yet look at where you are now. Be my good girl, I want to spoil you rotten. Don’t you want those things?” He toyed, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud.

“Yes Jackson” you answered emotionlessly.

Most of the time it was easier to give him what he wanted, your complete submission. You were always so weak, tired, feeling out of body. The effect his touch had on your body was the biggest punishment. If you weren’t always so high, you’d be heavily humiliated with how badly you craved him. The control he had over your body was frightening, he was your puppeteer, always pulling on your strings despite how desperately you tried to cut yourself free.

“I want to give you the world” he professed as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you to.

“I want to kill you” you whined out, face twitching as the high stimulation took over full steam ahead.

“No you don’t, you could never do such a thing” he mumbled, his hands pinning yours above your head.

“But I’ve tried” you groaned as he hit your cervix.

“And that’s okay” he assured you, kissing you in a sloppy manner as if to comfort your distressed thoughts. “You’re learning to be my good girl, yeah?” Jackson asked, teasing your bundle of nerves as he kept your pleasure swimming by the edge.

“Yes Jackson” you shamefully admitted, your eyes swelled with tears as his thrusts became more painful.

His mouth fell open into a large smirk at the sight of you crying. It was one of his favorite looks of yours. Over mere seconds, your tears formed into a stream as you sobbed underneath him. The clarity of your predicament washed over you once more.

“Yeah, you’re so fucking pathetic. Acting like a tough, stuck up bitch. But you’re nothing but a little whore for cock, my cock to be precise” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing size.

The sounds of your troubled moans always felt like a melody to him. The mixture between your logical and sensual thoughts left you in shame. Jackson kissed you deeply, your mouth was wide open but you refused to kiss him back. The taste of your tears made him growl like a wolf.

“Fuck, your director would be so disappointed in you. Everyone thinks you’re fucking dead. So get the stupid thoughts of breaking free out of that little mind of yours” he sneered, his free hand holding your chin in place as you tried to turn your head to the side.

“Stop talking Jackson” you whimpered, desperately trying to focus on the pleasure and not his taunting words.

“No one is looking for you. I have no tails, nobody cares about me. Only you did, you felt it too from the beginning, just like I did, our connection” he grinned as his balls slapped against your entrance.

“Shut up Jackson” you whined as you felt your climax build.

But Jackson loved watching you cry. It was amusing to watch your emotional strength crash, it was pleasing to look at your humiliation. A wonderful reminder of how reliable you are on him. Jackson loved to pull your strings around, to keep you on your hands and knees as he yanked you across the dirt.

“Bet you wanted me to steal you away from your useless life. Now your biggest stress is wondering how many times you’ll get to squeeze my cock each day” he moaned out, kissing your tears away.

“Shut the fuck up Jackson!” You screamed out as loud as you could, your weak body thrashed under him but it quickly left you exhausted.

“Someone’s getting sober” Jackson pointed out with a grin, holding you down effortlessly. “Might just keep you tied up instead, I like your screams” he winked to you.

“Please stop, please, please” you begged repetitively as he continued to fuck you senselessly.

“Then tell me what I want to hear” he sighed, his hand combing back his damp hair from the sweat that trailed down his forehead.

“N-no” you shook your head, you could feel him twitch rapidly inside of you.

You knew exactly what he wanted you to say. It was the thing you hated doing most. He always wanted you to say it when you were so close to finishing.

“Please” he toyed, playfully begging you as he kept your built orgasm dangling from the edge.

“Come on baby girl, make me feel good” he grunted as he smacked your rear.

There was another weak shake of your head so Jackson held his body still inside of you. Pathetically, just like he always described you as, you whined out at the pressure built in your core. All you wanted to do right now was come undone, feel something good in this torture. But Jackson stared at you sternly, menacingly. His hands pressed down on your hips as you tried to rock yourself around him.

“I-I love you” you admitted, your cheeks beet red.

Instead of fucking you senselessly like you assumed he would. Jackson pulled himself out and jerked himself over you. Quickly, his white ropes of semen sprayed over your sweaty stomach. You panted, looking at the mess he made on you as your distressed expression made him chuckle silently.

“I love you too” he replied blankly.

As you caught your weak breath, Jackson laid his body on top of yours, his fingers touched your sensitive core, gently teasing you. You moaned out, ready to do anything to free yourself of your painful climax.

“But so, drugged or tied?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow to you.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #smut #dark smut #jackson rippner smut #jackson rippner x reader #red eye 2005 #jackson rippner

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kaijutegu · 10 months

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As if you needed another reason not to listen to Jay Brewer/Prehistoric Pets

Of all the reptile influencers, Jay Brewer is my least favorite. Let's see what he is up to today!

Recently this colossal idiot pet store owner who pretends he has any real knowledge about natural history went field herping. He grabbed a wild rattlesnake and filmed himself popping its genitalia for field sexing, without having ANYBODY CONTROLLING THE HEAD.

He just put his snake hook on top of it and popped out its genitals. In this incredibly unsafe video, he not only put himself and the snake at risk, but he claims it's educational- and that's why he did it.

Only thing is, he's wrong, and in fact spends time spreading misinformation. Let's take a look at some of his comments. This is the caption to his video.

The "nodes" are the hemipenes. He says that if there was one, it would be a girl. Thing is, girl snakes don't have hemipenes. While they do have hemiclitorises, those don't evert like hemipenes do. If "a node" comes out when you pop (read: bend a snake's tail back at the cloaca, forcing the genitals to emerge), you've given your snake a cloacal prolapse. This can kill them, but mill-style breeder Jay Brewer does not care about the lives of animals. We've known this. He doesn't care about his own snakes- he cuts eggs for funsies, he keeps giant snakes in drawers, and he regularly puts peoples' safety at risk for viral videos. But he also clearly doesn't care about the lives of wild animals.

What else has he said?

So here's a thought: Maybe your audience shouldn't know that they can pop a rattlesnake's hemipenes out of its cloaca because that is fucking dangerous. Not all information is good information to share in the Instagram format! Sometimes the general public shouldn't see you casually doing something dangerous without explaining what it is or why you're doing it!

Just wanting to know the sex of a snake in the field, when you're not actually doing any real research, is not a valid reason to do something this risky. Part of education is knowing what's actually educational. Another part is knowing how to appropriately frame dangerous activities so that you don't make your audience think that it's something anybody can go out and do. One of the things that makes me so upset about this video is the complete lack of context. It's not just that he has zero respect for a venomous animal, it's that he has zero respect for his audience.

Also, in the audio of his video, he doesn't call them hemipenes. He doesn't provide the most basic education he claims he does! He's just messing with an animal for the sake of messing with it!

He also promulgates a lie that popping doesn't cause the snake any harm, which is not what even most breeders say about it. Now, luckly, the snake seemed fine in this case. But there are plenty of people, mostly pet owners, who have lost snakes because they've tried to pop incorrectly and broken their snake's spine around the cloaca. Between the inability to eliminate correctly and infection caused from wounds, popping is one of the riskiest- and most unnecessary things- you can do to a pet snake.

Good breeders and snakekeepers do not take videos of themselves popping their snakes and put it on instagram and pretend it's educational. You pop snakes to guarantee the sex of the animal, and you do it ONLY when they are very young. Older snakes have more muscle control and it can hurt them pretty badly.

Even Spruce Pets knows that popping can cause your snake significant trauma, but fine, whatever. Let's traumatize random venomous snakes for Instagram views!

Also, he's just completely uninformed! Take this answer:

Probably? No, the answer is an easy yes. Rattlesnakes lose rattles all the time. They lose rattles due to terrain, to genetic deformity (some rattlers never form them!), and to predation attempts. It's just keratin. They're fine without it. Any real herpetologist would know this. If he can't get basic facts right, how can he be trusted to get more complicated stuff right?

And yeah, maybe this whole post is a little unhinged. But I hate this man and his practices so much. I hate that he's the face of an industry that could be so much better if it weren't for people like him. I hate that he's getting a TV show. I hate that people encounter his media and think that anything he does is a good idea. At least Brian Barczyck tries these days and actually promotes good care and safety at the Reptarium, but all Jay wants is popularity. He has zero respect for animals, and I loathe and detest that he's the face of our hobby.

#jay brewer #prehistoric pets #reptiblr #bad husbandry #bad everything

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karasukarei · 19 days

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Wind Breaker Drama CD vol. 2 - Oedo-style Fuurin Tale (Part 1)

(t/n: I originally translated this is "Oedo-style Fuurin Story", but I think "Tale" sounds more cool)

Translation masterpost here!

Do note that the audio track for this currently isn't publicly available online. This is also longer than the first drama CD, so I might need a bit more time to finish this (and probably a few more parts...)

Note: As with the beach story, I took some liberties with translations this time to make it read more smoothly. As always, if there’s any mistakes, feel free to let me know!

Special thanks to @orewing!

Shorthand because some names are really long:

Sakura – Sakura

Nirei – Nirei

Suo – Suo

Sugishita – Sugi

Kiryuu – Kiryuu

Tsugeura – Tsuge

Hiiragi – Hiiragi

Umemiya – Ume

Scene 0 – 0:06~0:27

Nirei the narrator: It is the Bakumatsu period. In a town in Edo. At the entrance to this town, there’s a noticeboard. It’s a noticeboard erected by the strong. This is the beginning of the story of the samurai who took on the role of protecting this town in Edo. (t/n: For reference, the Bakumatsu is the time period when the Shinsengumi were active. Edo was the old name for Tokyo during the Bakumatsu)

Scene 1 – 0:28~1:49

*insert sound of wind chimes prettily sounding as the wind blows*

Sakura: Is this the town that the Fuurin-gumi is said to be in…? It does seem peaceful. I guess oden will do… (t/n: couldn’t really catch this last phrase) *stomach rumbles sadly* I’m so hungry…

Sakura: *sniffs air like a dog* This smell… Is it from that dango shop?! *swallows hungrily* The yakidango looks really tasty… *counts coins* It’s not enough… *stomach growls sadly*

Umemiya 💙: Hey! You over there! (t/n: OMG IT’S UMEMIYAAAAAAA)

Sakura: *sighs very sadly*

Umemiya: Heeey! The guy with half white hair!

Sakura: Huh? Me? (t/n: he sounds like a lost kitten here lmao)

Umemiya: Yes you! Do you wanna eat dango together? (t/n: I’LL EAT WITH YOU)

Sakura: Huh?

Umemiya: You’re hungry aren’t you? Hehe, your stomach was rumbling so loudly I could hear it from here.

Sakura: *blushing very loudly* Hrnghk-!!! I-It’s none of your business!

Umemiya: What’s with that? It’ll be my treat!

Sakura: *blushing even more loudly* *chokes on his words* There’s no reason to give me a treat out of nowhere!

Umemiya: If you want a reason, there is one. Rather than eating dango alone, it’s much more delicious if you eat it with someone else!

Sakura: What’s with that reason? Just leave me alone-

Umemiya: Huuh? But then-

*Sakura’s stomach demands not to be left alone*

Umemiya: Nah? (t/n: with the same energy as “gotcha”)

Sakura: Kuuu- *blushes so hard he’s about to catch on fire*

Scene 2 – 1:50~2:55

Sakura: Mmm delicious!!!

Umemiya: Right?? The dango here is one of my favourites. And Sakura, is it? You said you came from out of town? What did you come to this town for?

Sakura: Since you’re from this town you should at least know their name right? The notorious samurai group Fuurin-gumi. The group is filled with ruffians, but I came here to become the top of the Fuurin-gumi. (t/n: you’re gonna regret saying this Sakura)

Umemiya: Ohhh… You sure do have confidence in your strength.

Sakura: Till now, I’ve been storming dojos across various towns to hone my fist. *eats hungrily* (t/n: He’s referring to dojoyaburi / dojo breaking, when you go pick a fight with another dojo to show who’s superior. The losing dojo often loses both prestige and standing, and its students often leave for the winning school.)

Umemiya: You…

Sakura: *with a mouth full of dango* At any rate, you too-

Umemiya: Isn’t that great?! The top!

Sakura: Eh?

Umemiya: I see, the top, haha! *smacks Sakura very happily on the back* Yes, I see!

Sakura: That hurts! And don’t hit me when I’m eating dango, that’s dangerous. (t/n: people literally die every year from choking on dango)

Umemiya: Hahahaha, my bad my bad.

Sakura: What a weirdo…

Scene 3 – 2:56~5:16

*insert sound of wind chimes prettily sounding as the wind blows*

Sakura: Yosh. *getting ready to leave*

Umemiya: What. you’re already leaving?

Sakura: Yup, I’ve already eaten the dango. *takes a few steps and walks*

Umemiya: Hm? What is it?

Sakura: *blushing enough to be heard through the speaker* I don’t think we’ll meet again, but… thanks for the food.

Umemiya: Uoh! It was fun eating dango with you too! Tilil we meet again!

Sakura: *grumbling under his breath as he walks away* I already said we likely won’t meet again, why’d he still say “till we meet again”... And anyway, what kind of person buys dango for a person they don’t even know?! And why am I so mad about it?! (t/n: he sounds like a really grumpy old man here www) *sighs* Someone like him… is probably from a different kind of world from me…

*Sakura walks some more*

Sakura: I heard that the barracks for Fuurin-gumi is supposed to be around here… is it that?

Nirei: E-excuse me, is this the barracks for Fuurin-gumi…?

Sugi: *grunts*

Nirei: It is right, it’s obvious! It’s nicely written here right?

Sugi: *more grunting*

Nirei: U-um, could you perhaps be from Sugishita-san from Tamonshuu’s First Squad?

Sugi: *gasps of suspicion* You, could you be-!?

Nirei: Heeeeeee!!! I’m sorry I swear I’m not a suspicious figure!! I am Nirei, and I’d like to join-

Sugi: Coming to join Fuurin-gumi, you sure have some guts! *draws sword*

Nirei: A-ah, I’m being you please don’t cut me down!!

Sakura: Oi! Stop it!

Nirei: Eh?

Sugi: Huh?

Sakura: If you can draw your sword at a guy like him, then Fuurin-gumi really is as the rumours say- it’s where all the messed up people gather. Oi, you.

Nirei: Y-Yes!

Sakura: You stand down. I’ll be this guy’s opponent. *gets ready to draw sword*

Sugi: Are you this guy’s friend?

Nirei: You… Why are you saving me?

Sakura: Friend? Save? Don’t get me wrong. I’m just interested in strong people. *draws sword*

Nirei: Wh-what do I do?!

Tsuge: Oiii Sugishita-kun, it’s time to switch shifts! What’re you doing?

Nirei: Uwah! Fuurin-gumi member!

Tsuge: I don’t know what’s going on, but you guys look real macho. (t/n: unfortunately Tsuge speaks with some sort of dialect and I cannot figure out the last part of this sentence. If you know what he’s saying, do feel free to let me know!

#wind breaker #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker anime #windbreaker #wbktimely #wbk

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russos-one · 6 months

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Jessie Fleming x Reader

Let her believe I never loved her (Part 1)

Inspired by Cigarettes Out The Window x Dangerously Yours - TV girl/That tiktok audio that goes “let her think I never loved her”

Summary- R has been hopelessly in love with Jessie ever since she joined Chelsea but has never had the courage to tell her and then it's too late

Warnings- Magda yelling in Swedish, R, Niamh and Sam being little shits, Jessie being a cutie pie, Fluff

Word count- 1783

A/N- Pretend Pernille and Magda never left because I miss them and that Sam never did her forbidden 3 letters

A/N- All the Swedish and Danish are from Google Translate and I have no idea if it is right or not

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“Just tell her! What's the worst that could happen?” Niamh said to you “Well I don't know, maybe she doesn't like me back and there goes 3 and a half years of friendship!” you replied, "That wouldn't happen because she obviously likes you back!” “You don't know that! Now just get over it” you said as you turned around to continue packing your bag “You can't just avoid it for your whole life” you let out a sigh as you zipped up your bag “Yes I ca-” Suddenly there was a knock on the door of your shared hotel room. “Just drop it, Niamh” you said as you opened the door.

You were met with a smiling Jessie “Jessie! Hi” Niamh poked her head out from behind you and said “Hey Jessie” Jessie made eye contact with you and smiled “Hello Y/n” Niamh sighed loudly “Okay, just act like I'm not here I guess” Niamh jokingly said while rolling her eyes, Jessie broke eye contact with you and looked at Niamh “Hello to you too Niamh” said Jessie “Do you want to come in” you said to her while opening the door wider and moving to the side, “Unfortunately I can't, Emma sent me up here because you two are taking too long and the coach is about to leave” you turned to Niamh “Look what you did! Now Emma is mad at us and she's going to make us run extra laps!” you said, Niamh gasped “It's not my fault that you were too busy arguing with me about how in love with Je- Jumping jacks! How in love you are with jumping jacks " "Jumping jacks?” you turned back to Jessie “Yeah I just love jumping jacks in a workout” Jessie looked concernedly “Okay then! We need to get going” "Right” you grabbed your bag and dragged Niamh by her arm out of the hotel room and Jessie followed behind you while giggling at your actions.

The three of you made it to the coach and got met with an angry Emma Hayes “What were you two doing!? You know what, who cares just get in” she said while dragging you and Niamh in while Jessie followed closely behind “Y/n!” Magda called your name “You're sitting with me, come” she said while patting the seat next to her. You part ways with Jessie and Niamh and go to sit with Magda, you turn to her and say “I'm surprised you're not sitting with Pernille” “And choose her over you? Never; so, how's the love life going?” you sighed “It's non-existent” she sighed and said, “So we’re acting like your massive crush on Jessie doesn't exist?” You instantly turned red and turned to look at Jessie to see if she heard and she’s fast asleep while cuddling into her neck pillow, you turned back to Magda to scold her “What if she heard?!” “She is the deepest sleeper in the world I honestly don't even know how she fell asleep so fast and Y/n the chances of her hearing that are smaller than you telling her that you have a crush on her” You heard two gasps from behind your seat and it was followed closely by Millie and Sam butting their heads in between yours and Magda's seats “Are we finally addressing Y/n’s massively huge crush on baby Canada?” you turned to look at Millie and said, “Shhhhh, what if she hears?” “As if she's going to hear, she sleeps like a bear during hibernation” “How do you know what hibernation means?” “I just do; Now stop changing the subject!” you sighed and said “The subject of this conversation is not worth a subject continuing” while rolling your eyes and leaning further into your seat. “Please for the love of god just let me sleep, I get enough of this from Niamh and now you three” Niamh turned to look at the four of you “Hey! I heard my name! What are you four planning?” You released a groan “Nothing Niamh! Now go back to fantasising about your body pillow” Niamh looked stunned and the whole coach started giggling “Y/n’s lying! I don’t have a body pillow” she announced to the whole coach “Sure you don’t!” Sam said sarcastically. After some teasing everyone finally calmed down and you could finally relax. You turned to Jessie and took in her features, the freckles that littered her beautiful face, the way she let out light snores while she slept and the way she was dribbling a bit on her pillow; she couldn't look more beautiful suddenly you were broken from your trance by Magda saying “Your staring, creep” “I’m not staring! I’m appreciating beauty” “Mhmm, sureee” “Just leave me alone, I'm going to sleep” Sam butts her head in again and says “Mhmm so you can dream about your girlfriend” “Ooh la la” said Millie. You sighed and slowly succumbed to sleep.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up” someone said to you while shaking your shoulder, you groaned and leaned further into your chair “Just let me sleep, please” You heard footsteps come towards you and someone saying “Here this will work” You heard giggling but you weren't bothered to open your eyes so you just kept them closed; out of nowhere you feel cold water hit your face and you jolt up, you open your eyes to find the culprit “Niamh! You bastard!” she started giggling “You weren't waking up! It was either that or a slap in the face” “I would rather have a slap in the face because you’re weak” Niamh gasped “I am not weak” From behind Niamh I see an angry Emma Hayes approaching “Ladies! What are you doing, we have a game to play in an hour and a half and one of you is soaking wet, and the other one is yelling that they're not weak! and then there's Jessie” Jessie lets out an awkward smile.

After some arguing and Emma dragging Niamh and me out of the coach while Jessie followed closely behind again, we made it inside the stadium. “So where are we going?’ you asked and turned to Niamh “Jessie where are we going?” asked Niamh while she turned to look at Jessie “Do you two never listen?” Sam came from behind the three of us “I truly don't know what you expect from dumb and dumber” Sam said while draping her arms over Niamh and I’s shoulders Jessie groaned “As if you can talk” “Blah blah blah. Anyways Jessie do you know where we are going, I was doing media with Emma and I got lost and now here I am” Jessie let out a breath “Children surround me” Sam gasped “I’m actually older than you so that makes you the child, these two though; she said while messing up Niamhs and I’s hair; they are children” my phone starts to buzz in my pocket “Sam shut up someones calling me” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and see that it is Magda calling me I answer and put her on speaker phone, “Hey Magdaaa! My favourite teammate” “I thought I was your favourite teammate?” mumbled Jessie “Where are you three??? And have you seen Sam??” “Hi, Magda” Sam said, “You four are in so much trouble!” “SamMadeUsGetLost” Niamh quickly said “Woah okay, so blame it on me? You guys were lost before I even came!” “Just shut up and get here” “And where exactly would ‘here’ be?” “The changing room!” Magda yelled to us and then ended the call “Anyone know where the changing room is?” you said “Ugh just follow me and DONT get lost” Jessie dragged Me, Sam and Niamh to the changing room

We entered and were met with an angry Magda, Millie dying of laughter and Zecira filming us “BLIR NI TRE NÅGONSIN DUMMARE? VI HAR ETT SPEL OM TREDTIO MINUTTER OCH DU GÅR TILL? JESSIE DU GJORDE INGET FEL MEN EN TIMMA; she said while pointing at me Niamh and Sam; KOMMER ATT GÅ I KOPPEL!” WILL YOU THREE EVER GET MORE STUPID? WE HAVE A GAME IN AN HOUR AND YOU'RE GETTING LOST? JESSIE YOU DID NOTHING WRONG BUT THESE THREE ARE BEING PUT ON A LEASH! Zecira fell to the floor crying with laughter. Sam whispered in my ear “Yo what the fuck did she just say?” I shrugged my shoulders and Pernille went behind Magda and pulled her back from the four of us while lightly giggling “Min elskede, they can't understand you” Magda looked like a ticking time bomb “Just go get dressed!” She said while pointing to our cubbies. The four of us went to our cubbies while we were changing. Magda came up from behind Sam and slapped her on the back of her neck “Stop getting the children lost” Sam looked offended “ Firstly, Ow! Secondly, they were lost when I found them”

We all got changed into our training kit and went to the pitch to warm up, we were put into duos and I got Jessie as my partner. I draped my arm over her shoulders “Why hello there, pretty lady” Jessie turned red but it is probably because it's cold. “Hello Y/n” We went to a free space on the pitch “Are you ready to dominate warm-ups?” I asked “Obviously” Jessie replied “High five” I said to her while putting my hand up for a high five “Seriously?” she responded, to which you said “Yes seriously” “Are you gonna trick me?” Jessie said sceptically, You gasped “Never!” Jessie gave you a high five “See, I told you I wasn't gonna trick you” “Surprisingly. Time to warm up before you get in trouble with Magda again” she said the two of you faced each other using each other as stability (Like that one tiktok of McFoord training together) “So, how's the love life going?” Jessie asked you, you let out a breath “The love life is non-existent” you replied as you switched legs, “What about Real Madrid's goalkeeper Misa? I saw you two talking after the game last week” she questioned, “Ooo, getting jealous are we?” you said to her jokingly. She lightly punched your shoulder “Ow!” you yelped, “That wasn't even hard! And I was just asking a question, “Nothing is going on between me and Misa, Misa and I have been friends ever since Alexia introduced us before the World Cup final, why do you ask?” you questioned “No reason” she replied, “Mhmmm, sure” You said sarcastically, “What do you mean ‘Mhmmm sure’? And why did you say it like that?” she asked, “No reason” you said to her.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso x reader #jflem #canwnt #woso #portland thorns

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dronebiscuitbat · 1 month

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 65)

It was Uzi's birthday today.

Today she turned 19, her and N were now officially the same age… at least until his own birthday in a couple months, where they would once again be a year apart.

She was… also beginning to show, not a lot, but what used to be uniform, flat rubber was now slightly distended, curving outwards ever so slightly, though still able to be hidden under her hoodie.

Though, she needed to make that announcement, though she was dreading it, how her father might react to her pregnancy. Or how… anyone would react, Thad probably wouldn't care, he'd be as chill about is as ever, but V also worried her slightly.

She was upset when they'd adopted Tera, bringing a child into their complicated lives and solver bullshit, something that had indeed brought the child into danger several times. She'd probably flip her lid to find out that another was well on it's way.

It would soon be impossible to hide however, and announcing it now was better then letting it ride any longer.

At this very moment though, she was looking into the mirror present in the bedroom, running a hand down her bare midsection and slightly stretched rubber. Getting ready to go to her Dad's, who'd set up a small party for her and invited everyone.

N was on the bed, his coat over his shoulders but completely open at the front, exposing his white chassis and glowing golden core. He gazed at her, a small exhale leaving his lips.

“If you're worried about how you look, don't, you're beautiful.” He hummed, watching as she looked conflicted into the mirror, eyebrows furrowing and frown etched on her face.

He stood up, crossing the distance between them before wrapping his arms around her from behind, purring like a motorboat while he rested his hand over the one resting on her midsection, letting both hers and and his own run over it.

“We're telling them today. Would it matter if they could?” He asked, right up against her audio input, his tail wrapping around her leg as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“Yes? No? Ugh, I don't know.” She leaned her head back into him before closing her eyes.

In all honesty, she felt lousy. While not as persistent or intense as it was during the first week or two, she still often got sick in the morning, if not outright, then the persistent dizziness often made her wish she did. Not to mention she was constantly forgetting where she put things, or even if she already did a task that day or not.

It was infuriating! Which instead of making her bitter like it normally did, made her cry instead. Like an emotional time-bomb ready to be set off by the slightest inconvenience.

At least she wasn't hungry anymore, that was being by handled by N stopping by the market and picking up what was essentially construction materials and tech components for her to chew on whenever her body needed more material. The best thing so far had been a microprocessor that had bits of silver and gold inside…

“Mmmh” She mumbled as she crossed her arms and looked away from the mirror, but then N's hands were rubbing into her shoulders and she felt herself relax, “tense” would probably be an understatement with how she'd been feeling lately.

“I think you'll feel better after you tell everyone, then you'll have your whole family to support you, instead of just me.” He kissed the side of her head before backing off slightly to button up his coat and try to tame his unruly hair. She turned, pulling on her hoodie as she looked to the ground.

“I'm not sure Dad's going to be stoked to find out a murder drone knocked up his eighteen year old daughter.” She raised a sarcastic eyebrow in his direction and he smiled in return.

“Not just him, Thad, V and Lizzy… to an extent. Will all be there to help you.”

She made another noncommittal noise before putting her beanie on and looking back in the mirror, she… couldn't tell that anything was amiss even when she knew there was, so she sighed in relief.

“I don’t know how much help they're going to be.”

“Trust me?” He replied, standing beside her and cupping her cheek, near forcing her to look at him and away from the mirror. He kissed her visor lovingly, and while this wasn't a new action, a very common one in fact, she blushed and nodded.

When they came out of the bedroom Tera was waiting for them on the couch, chewing into the rubber of her teether while making her little stuffed bat fly around above her with her arm.

“You ready to go?” N hummed picking her up in a single scoop, she squealed and giggled, whole face breaking into a smile as soon as he lifted her up. He was glad that after everything she'd been through she still seemed as happy as ever.

…

At Khan’s house, he was putting the last finishing touches on the decorations and the food for Uzi's birthday party, his little girl was 19 today and boy had a lot happened this year, Uzi had snuck out… led a disassembly drone into the bunker. He'd made the greatest mistake of his life. Then his daughter found a partner with said disassembly drone. Adopted a baby, moved in together.

Crap, Uzi was growing up so fast, it felt like just yesterday he was teaching her the difference between a wrench and an auger, and tucking her in at night.

He shook those thoughts away, today was Uzi's day. Not his, and he wouldn't ruin it by thinking about all the ways he'd messed up.

The decorations were simple, a purple banner along the ceiling that said Happy Birthday, and little plastic bats and spiders were placed everywhere that made sense, and underneath the food on the countertop was a black tablecloth.

Thad was already here, he'd been instrumental in helping Khan set up from the very beginning, as soon as the word party left his lips it was like Thad was an activated sleeper agent, immediately offering to help and set up.

He'd invited both V and Lizzy, but he wasn't sure either of them were coming, he knew Lizzy had a rather strained relationship with his daughter, and that V was much the same, though was essentially all the family N had.

Still, somehow he figured the smaller crowd would be something Uzi preferred anyway instead of throwing something huge or flashy with a bunch of people she didn't know.

There was a knock on the door, and both he and Thad looked at each other before Thad threw himself over the couch to act natural and Khan went to open the door.

“Uzi! N! You're here! Come in, Come in!” Khan smiled brightly, moving out of the way do that the couple and their toddler could move past him. Thad grinned and waved at both of them, getting up off the couch to greet them.

Thad an N did a fist bump, both grinning wildly at the sight of thier buddy. And he gave a tiny wave to Tera, who was already vibrating in excitement at the sight of the green boy in the backwards hat.

When he got to Uzi, they were both surprised when Thad wrapped her in a tight hug, one that made it seem that he'd been worried about her. N was only half-surprised when he didn't feel possessive in response to it, instead he only smiled.

“I've been kinda worried about you, you looked in rough shape last time I saw you, and we've only talked through text.”

He pulled away, leaving Uzi to do the same before rubbing the back of her head and smiling warily. “Sorry, it took a little bit to recover. Then we got busy…”

“No worries! So long as you and N are okay I get it, being parents can't be easy I imagine.”

She smiled, nodding her head.

No, it hadn't been easy, Tera was a good kid, rarely cried or threw tantrums, but that didn't mean it still wasn't difficult. Sometimes she wouldn't be able to sleep and she'd wake them up every hour or two, upset and tired, keeping them up all night. Sometimes Uzi would overfeed her slightly and she'd get sick, or just have a tummyache and fuss and cry in response. Sometimes Tera would demand attention at an inconvenient hour, either when Uzi was working on something… or at 2am.

Even still, it was incredibly rewarding, especially when Tera seemed to be the most loving kid in the world. She wondered if watching her and N be all sappy around her influenced that at all.

“It's not but… I wouldn't change anything.”

“’ad! ‘ad!” Speaking of kids, there was Tera completely butchering Thad's name from N's arms, holding her hands put so that he would carry her around.

“Hey you little football! You want Uncle Thad to carry you?” Tera nodded rapidly, and Thad looked up at N for permission, which he granted immediately by opening his arms and letting Tera pounce into Thad's arms, which took him aback.

“Woah! Someones got springs in thier limbs!” He laughed, and Tera purred as she immediately tried climbing up him, unsuccessfully due to her remaining clumsiness, but she did make a good effort.

“Hey Dad.” She turned to Khan, who had been standing back and letting the two have their time with a friend before he butted in.

“Hey dronelette.” He wrapped her in a hug of which she returned. She was expecting all the physical contact would be grating, but both Thad and her Dad had felt warm and soothing. Not as much as N, but still welcome.

“How have things been? I heard about Doll, glad you're okay.” He pulled back, looking his daughter up and down as he smiled.

“Happy Birthday Uzi, I'm… so proud of you. Your mother would be too, if she were here.” He looked a little sad, but Uzi punched him lightly in the shoulder to snap him put of it.

“Hey this is a party, not a funeral. You should be enjoying yourself.” She commented dryly, a sarcastic lilt to her voice as Khan laughed, shaking the emotions off again.

“You're right. Sorry -uh?”

There was another knock on the door, and Khan excused himself to go answer it. There at the doorway, was V, hand on her hip while the other was a massive claw picking at her fangs, at her side was Lizzy, one hand placed on V's arm, who looked disinterested in everything… aside from V.

“Were here to crash this looser party.”

#murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation n #biscuitbites #nuzi #oil is thicker then blood #tera doorman #murder drones thad #serial designation v #murder drones lizzy #khan doorman #oof fell asleep while writing again #but its here now #was in the mood for some fluff if you couldn't tell

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My one bit of advice I think every gamer should hear:

GO PLAY OUTER WILDS.

Seriously. It is easily one of my top 5 games of all time, and that's mainly because I'm being cagey about if it's the #1, because it probably is.

It's a game where you're a little alien who is taking their first flight into space, in their little spaceship. You go to space and find a mystery, and have to figure it out.

It's a game entirely about learning things about the world you're in: it's a tiny solar system modeled amazingly well, with varied planetary environments, archaeology, and quantum fun.

It's a game that's hard to talk about without spoiling, because it's about solving the mysteries. There used to be some other aliens here, they're long gone. What happened to them? Their whole society was built around trying to find something: what was it? Did they find it? And there's a weird disastrous event that keeps happening, why? Can you stop it? Should you stop it? Is it connected to the other weird things that keep happening? What happened to that ice planet that exploded with vines? One of the astronauts who came before you was the best pilot who ever lived, but they vanished. What happened to them? And why can you sometimes hear their harmonica over the radio when you point it at your own planet?

The game is wonderful and non-linear and the most unique approach to a Metroidvania I've seen years: it's basically "what if we did the Metroidvania idea but with no items or power ups? What if the thing that you got to unlock new areas WAS INSIDE THE PLAYER'S HEAD?"

Because you don't unlock the next area by picking up the high-jump boots, you unlock it by learning something new. Now you can do something you didn't realize you could before, but now you know you can.

And that's only one of the amazing concepts they stuffed in this game. The itemless Metroidvania, the tiny simulated solar system, the quantum mechanics... Each of these alone could be enough to carry an indie game. They stuffed them all in one game combined with a great story, and that's in a gamewith relatively little dialogue!

There's like a dozen people to talk to, but you spent a lot of time reading conversations left by the long-gone aliens. You get to know them, what they were working for, how they interacted, and what happened to them, thousands of years later. It's less the bioshock style audio-logs, and more like going over bits of ancient writing, making connections and correlations from the fragments you can find.

And don't get me wrong, this might sound like this game is going to be dry and boring: it is so very not. It is a game about mysteries in the void of space, the death of a civilization, and the potentially world-ending dangers that face a living one, and even bigger concepts. It could so easily be a cosmic horror, about the cold death of space and the universe itself, and the nihilism of realizing that even a race that could cross the gap between the stars and bend spacetime to their will... They too died out. If they couldn't make it, what hope do you have, in your little spaceship that's primarily made of WOOD?

And yet... The game is always engaging. It has a few scares, and space is never a safe place to be, but it maintains a sense of humor and wonder. Yes, the universe can be scary, but it's also amazing. And you're just a little salamander-guy who wants to see it all, and figure out all the things. Maybe you don't know something yet, but tomorrow is a new day, and you can go blasting off to another planet, find some writing in a city suspended upside down over a black hole, try to fly into the core of a water planet, dodge giant anglerfish inside the warped space of an exploded planet, and try to explore an ancient city that's slowly filling with sand. It is a game about Things Ending, and it refuses to give into despair. It is one of the most relentlessly optimistic games I have ever played.

And the experience of playing it is so unique. This isn't a game where you could watch a letsplay and only get spoiled on some plot points, it's a game where the fundamental gameplay loop is about learning things. You should try it for yourself. It's got hints and many different avenues to explore (and it even keeps track of them for you, in case you forget!), so you don't have to worry much about getting stuck for too long. You can always put aside a "puzzle" and come back later, after you've learned more. (I put puzzle in quotes because it's not exactly a puzzle game. It's more of a mystery game. You aren't solving a logic puzzle or putting the pegs into the right holes, you're asking "Why is this like this? Where does this go? What is this for?" and then figuring that out from clues)

It's like 25$ on steam, and you can get it for Playstation and Xboxes as well (sadly no Switch version. They were working on one but it seems that version has stalled, with no announced release date)

You can probably get it for like 10$ if you're patient and wait for a sale.

One final note: there's also a DLC. The DLC is fully self-contained, in that you won't miss anything playing the main game without it. It basically adds a huge side-area to the game which goes and fills in some gaps in the history, explains some things, and introduces some more variety to the Outer Wilds universe.

It's utterly amazing, too. It's basically Outer Wilds 2 in everything but name, but it's totally fine to just grab the base game and play that. You can always come back and grab the DLC later if you want more Outer Wilds.

Seriously. To sum up, Outer Wilds is one of the greatest games ever made, it won a ton of awards, and it should have won more. They should invent more gaming awards just to give to Outer Wilds. This is one of the games that is going to be talked about in future "history of gaming" classes and put on lists of the 50 most groundbreaking and influential games, alongside things like Myst and King's Quest and Zork and Mass Effect. It's just that good, that groundbreaking.

#Outer Wilds

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 8 months

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Gibbs x Reader One Shot

Prompt: You’re Gibbs’ wife and an NCIS agent and see your underage son at a bar while out on a sting operation.

Mentions of drinking.

You fixed your earrings in the car mirror and made sure your ear piece was secured.

“Testing audio. Y/L/N, you look absolutely ravishing in that dress. You should wear it more often,” Tony flirted.

“Jethro. Smack him for me please.”

All you heard was the familiar sound of hand meeting head and smiled.

“Alright so we need to make sure he either provides us with the name of his boss or the address where they’re hiding him. Remember, he only agreed to this meeting because he thinks you’re a double agent. Don’t leave the bar with him and if he gets spooked, we’ve got Torres inside already at the bar,” your husband lectured.

“Yes honey. I got it.”

You walked across the parking lot and into the semi crowded club, looking for your mark without seeming obvious. You spotted Nick first, pretending to nurse a drink at the bar and then saw your mark, sitting not far away at a high top table.

You walked over and took a seat across from him.

“Powell?” you asked.

“Yeah. You must be Agent Stanton,” he confirmed.

“So how do you want to do this? You gonna give me the name of your employer? Or I’ll settle for an address of where he’ll be.”

“Slow your role Agent. We’ll get there. First I wanna know a little bit about you. How is it that an NCIS agent with an outstanding background turns on her own?”

Remembering the backstory Abby created for you, you rolled your eyes and recited your lines. “It was a good run for a while. But doesn’t pay nearly as much as gun running.”

He nodded and sat back in his chair, thinking.

“Listen. If you’re not the guy to come to for stuff like this, I can find someone else. You just seemed like someone in charge.”

He scoffed, clearly offended, “Oh I am, and if anyone says anything different they find out the truth real quick.”

“Did Agent Carter find out the truth?”

He squinted his eyes at you in suspicion just as a familiar laugh broke through the silence.

Turning your head, you look over towards the VIP section of the club and can’t believe what you see. Your 17 year old son laughing and drinking with a bunch of older men and women. Had you not been on an important op, you would’ve walked over and dragged him out of there by his ear.

“Before we continue, I need a drink. Would you like one?” You ask, grabbing your purse and trying to contain your anger.

“Another Jack and Coke.”

You nodded and turned to walk toward the bar.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked through the ear piece.

“Jethro. I just spotted our son laughing and drinking with a bunch of people in the VIP section. Do something now before I march over there and blow this whole operation.”

“Torres. Get over there and bring him out here to us. Quietly,” Jethro ordered.

As you reached the bar, Torres left and you ordered 2 whiskey and cokes, genuinely now needing a drink. While walking back over to your table, you saw Torres pulling your son aside out of the corner of your eye.

“Here you go. Now. Where were we?”

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You stomped over to the surveillance van and threw open the doors, meeting the eyes of your son who already looked like he had been thoroughly chastised.

“Tell me why on God’s green earth were you in that club with a group of people twice your age!”

Tim and Tony were both quiet as your husband stood in the back with his arms crossed. “I wasn’t even drinking mom. My friend invited me and knew the bouncer. I was just having fun.”

“Having fun? You do know that is a place where very dangerous individuals like to hang out don’t you? You could’ve “had fun” in so many different ways than what you did. You put yourself at risk for all different types of dangers, not to mention arrest, had anyone knew you were underage!”

He stayed quiet, not looking you in the eyes and took a deep breath. “Out. Now. You’re riding with me and your father.”

“But Tony said I could-

“Hey now, I didn’t exactly promise anything,” Tony defended himself with his hands up.

“Get. Out. Now.”

Both him and Jethro exited the van and you all walked over to the secondary car with Jethro driving. For about half the ride, it was completely silent until you broke it.

“You are grounded for a month. No games, no computer, and you get the emergency phone only. We expect you home every night at exactly 6pm, any later without a solid excuse and your grounding sentence gets added to. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t yeah your mother. Does she make herself clear?” Jethro said sternly, backing you up.

“Yes, sir.”

You closed your eyes and tried not thinking about all the ways the night could’ve gone wrong. Jethro must of sensed your anxiety because you felt his hand rest on your thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze.

“We’re not trying to be mean S/N. We just want you to really understand the dangers in what you did and that it can’t go unpunished. We love you.”

“I know. Love you guys too,” he answered, softly, making you tear up.

“Now we’re gonna go home, you’re going to give us all your electronics and then help your father down in the basement.”

There was an obvious groan from him and you both smiled. Putting your hand on top of Jethros, you lock eyes with him and he gives you his famous smirk.

#ncis #ncis fanfiction #leroy jethro gibbs #gibbs x reader #agent Gibbs #Gibbs fanfiction

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ryuichirou · 1 month

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I'm not sure if you already answered a similar question like this, but Do you think the twist boys watch porn/read dirty magazines? Which kind of Porn would they watch in your own opinion?

I don’t think we had this kind of question before, Anon! An ask about boys being boys lol As I was writing it, I realised that the majority of them would probably watch porn on their phones, which kind of makes sense, I guess. Yay technology!

Still, some of them kind of surprised me as I was thinking about this prompt… well, enjoy!

Riddle – oh not a chance. This boy probably wasn’t allowed to look at some paintings and sculptures because of boobs and peens. Which is kind or ridiculous because as a future doctor he did have a bunch of anatomy books… Anyways, if he sees anyone with a dirty magazine or catches someone watching porn, he will confiscate it. He also has no idea that pretty much everyone watches porn in his dorm…

Ace – yes, yes and yes. He used to steal his brother’s dirty magazines when he was younger, but nowadays he prefers to just watch porn on his phone. He has a couple of vids downloaded, but for the most part he is the type to jump from video to video while masturbating. He doesn’t watch anything too weird or kinky, but… these days he is into threesomes. Mostly because it’s the only way he could watch a boy getting fucked without fully committing to watching straight-up gay porn (he is still in denial). So yeah, two guys fucking, and a girl is somewhere around to help him cope.

Deuce – he’s an oldschool boy and likes magazines – he used to steal them back when he was a delinquent. He and his boys used to have such a huge stash of porn… Deuce still owns some magazines, but they’re at home under his bed – he didn’t bring anything to NRC. He was so sure that he would focus on studying so much that he wouldn’t have time to masturbate! Model students don’t jerk off anyway! Yeah, long story short, he started watching porn on his phone after enrolling lol He also watches pretty basic stuff. Anything with two people fucking will turn him on. Similarly to Ace though, he is a bit embarrassed to watch gay porn…

Trey – as things often are with Trey, he is more into this kind of stuff than he cares to admit. He didn’t watch porn all that often when he had more roommates, and he still doesn’t do it too often, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than everyone, goes to his kitchen and has 20-30 nice minutes to himself. He does watch gay porn, he learned pretty early on that other stuff just doesn’t work for him, and a lot of times he watches videos about oral stuff (big surprise I know). He tries to watch 80% vanilla 20% kinky stuff, because he knows that if he doesn’t pace himself he’ll only watch cursed shit.

Cater – Heartslabyul’s baron of porn. He knows so much about porn it’s insane. He has a lot of favourite creators, and he follows all of them from his alt account. He even supports some of them with donations from time to time! He also watches livestreams and participates in the chat. It feels very freeing to him. He also prefers gay porn, but still jerks off to girls too. But mostly when the girls are together and there are no guys involved. So yeah, lesbian porn. With some bdsm. Very light though. Oh, and he also listens to porny audio plays.

Leona – funny enough, I don’t think he watches anything. He just isn’t interested – if he wants to jerk off, he’d do it even without porn. He might even make fun of someone who needs porn for that, but he is just a meanie.

Ruggie – he has a porn stash of 30 y.o. magazines with beast chicks hidden somewhere in his room, and no one will ever find it! Savanaclaw is the most dangerous dorm when it comes to hiding porn. Ruggie is very protective over it. One would think that Ruggie wouldn’t read magazines, because hey, imagination is free, but he found these magazines when he was like 10 – they are his treasure.

Jack – he is a good boy, and I should probably say “no he doesn’t”, but yes he does. But he thinks of it as if it’s a treat, to congratulate himself for good results and such. He mostly watches beastmen-centric straight porn, but one time he accidentally clicked on a video of a huge wolf-man fucking a twink and Jack’s life kind of…changed… he watches a lot of this kind of stuff now, even though he is embarrassed by it…

Azul – he respects porn for being a huge industry that makes money on pathetic horny saps (wait until he learns how much individual content creators make), but he doesn’t consider himself a horny sap, so no thank you, he doesn’t watch porn. Unlike the tweels, he doesn’t even have any curiosity about it… yet? He’d probably enjoy power play and bondage stuff. If it wasn’t a waste of time for horny saps, that is!

Jade – this man has such a cursed search history. He wasn’t really interested in porn until he learned about some fucked-up kinks. He is truly fascinated by some videos, and sometimes it feels like he has a neverending quest to find the worst porn ever. He doesn’t jerk off or anything, he just watches it, but still feels very refreshed afterwards. He didn’t even think about putting this in that hole and then pushing this until that expands so much.

Floyd – he would say “yuck” to the majority of stuff that Jade watches, but he isn’t much better. Similarly to Ace, he clicks around when he masturbates, and sometimes ends up jerking off to something very fucked up. He would still go “yuck” after he cums, but while he’s in the process, he thinks that it’s the hottest shit ever. I don’t think Floyd has a favourite porn genre, he just hates anything that is boring or feels fake. He wants to be entertained!

Kalim – he doesn’t. Whenever he sees something porny, he gets very awkward, even if he is all alone and knows that no one would judge him for watching it. In a weird way, I think Kalim would prefer to watch something like this irl… so I guess his awkwardness from porn isn’t out of shyness then.

Jamil – extremely rarely. Sometimes he tells himself that he has two or three small tasks left, and then he’s free, so he could go to his room, watch some porn, jerk off and sleep. But then he feels so tired that he falls asleep immediately. And sometimes he’s not in the mood… and looking for something nice to watch is also a pain, because despite not being a very active porn watcher, he is bored with vanilla, but anything more exciting than that feels like it’s too much. He would enjoy something with powerplay though.

Vil – you know this thing called professional deformation? Vil suffers from it a lot. Of course, he isn’t a porn actor, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t judge their acting, won’t comment on weird cuts and won’t complain about the camerawork being shitty, about the production being overly expensive and yet very tacky and tasteless, and of course, about the dialogue being very cheesy. He just doesn’t like porn too much… but I think he would get turned on by erotica when it’s done well. There are some scenes in his favourite movies that turn him on every time. I guess Vil really needs to have a story behind and compelling character writing…

Rook – he doesn’t need to watch porn because when he closes his eyes, he sees a whole-ass theater of all kinds of pleasures before him. Rook’s imagination is insane, and he uses it very well. It’s very rare for him to jerk off to porn, but sometimes he looks at a picture of a person while imagining a certain scenario with that person… All of that doesn’t mean that Rook doesn’t watch porn. Unlike Vil, Rook sees beauty in these little imperfections, but they still stop him from getting turned on lol Unless he starts imagining that it’s him and his beloved in the setting doing it before his very eyes.

Epel – he probably caught a virus or two before… he watches porn a lot. Internet connection in NRC is much better than back home, so at first he used to spend all night watching porn under his blanket. He really loves it when a huge guy fucks someone, and when he’s feeling extra spicy, he watches stuff with multiple huge guys! He hasn’t deduced that he doesn’t necessarily picture himself as one of the guys just yet…

Idia – he also watches porn for the plot and for the art of it, and he almost never watches irl porn: only 2d and sometimes 3d babyyyyy. Otherwise he just cringes, especially if it’s cosplay porn or something like that. But doujins, eroge and hentai are comfortable, gorgeous looking (even when the art is kind of bad) and overall superior in every way. He mostly watches stuff on the internet but he has a big collection of smut downloaded and a lot of smutty books stacked everywhere. It’s ART, you just don’t get it!!

Ortho – he watches porn as we speak. In his head. He has access to so many sites and platforms now that Idia doesn’t have any way of monitoring what his AI does. Of course, as things always are with Ortho, he doesn’t necessarily do it to jerk off, he LEARNS! But he also ordered a couple of dirty magazines and doujins to have them hidden in his room (now that he has his own room!) to feel like a proper freshmen. These fuckers are horny, and Ortho wants to be the horny one too.

Lilia – he also caught a virus or two before lol He has a phase during which he watched a lot of porn, and it ended up being something similar to what Jade is doing, but then he kind of lost interest. He mostly watches bdsm stuff to jerk off these days… but he also loves all the fantasy/medieval-themed porn that spawned after the Game of Thrones! He mostly laughs at it though. And gets kind of nostalgic.

Silver – he doesn’t, but he did watch some porn with Lilia once. He gets unexpectedly shy when watching it… as if he’s looking at something he isn’t supposed to, despite Lilia telling him not to look away. It did turn him on, but at the same time he prefers to focus on his partner instead of looking somewhere else. He doesn’t watch it on his own because he doesn’t even think about these things.

Sebek – he doesn’t! And he gets pissed off when other first years (mostly Ace and Epel) talk about it so casually! He finds the whole thing obscene, unnecessary and brain-rotting. Ironically, despite being so horribly horny, he would have good resistance to porn. He doesn’t know these people and doesn’t care about their indecencies! Until someone tells him to imagine that it’s Malleus…

Malleus – he doesn’t have any magazines and doesn’t watch porn (he would find the idea kind of weird, he is too sophisticated for that), but he does have a favourite erotic novel that he used to read a lot. He has it somewhere back at home… but it’s okay, he doesn’t really need to have this book with him at all times – he remembers it very vividly, word to word. Unfortunately, this novel is more of an outlier – Malleus was kind of disappointed by the quality of every other smut book he got.

upd.

Rollo doesn’t watch porn, come on now. The only type of smut he experiences is the kind that his own mind plays in his head when he sleeps. And Rollo really wishes he could turn it off! But he can’t, so for now he’s just having weird wet dreams about faceless men in red cloaks judging him….

Fellow doesn’t really care about porn all that much because his life is already so full of sex, but he doesn’t necessarily have access to a lot of porn either. He used to flip through magazines with some hunks on them, but hasn’t done it in quite a while.

Gidel, however, loves his dirty magazines! I’ve said it in some other hc post: a magazine with beast-ladies in tiny bikinies is an ultimate gift for him. He steals those from shops, he takes the ones that are randomly abandoned at gas stations. Whenever they are lucky enough to stay at a motel with a tv, the first thing Gidel does is turning on the TV to see if there are porn channels available for free. He doesn’t even do anything while watching it, he’s just fascinated by smut. I guess it’s a phase… or is it?

#replies #headcanons

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Cockpit 3 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood,

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It’s the next morning when you wake up with an extreme hangover, you flip through your bed and your eyebrows scrunch when the sunlight hits your face.

Every time you get drunk you do absolutely stupid things that you decide to reflect on in the morning and scold yourself, as if the hangover headache is not enough.

You need to cure this hangover as soon as possible because you have a night shift tonight.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Seokjin says when you sit back next to him, you’re still in utter shock from what just happened.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks worriedly, “Did we cross the line.”

Words don’t even come out of your mouth, your hands are on your stomach and your brain suddenly stops functioning, What did Kim Namjoon do to you?

“Jungkook it’s all your fault.” Jimin scolds the youngest, Jungkook bites his lips in guilt.

“N-no.” You stutter. “I’m fine, really.”

“We should go home.” Hoseok offers and takes off his jacket. “You guys stay, I’ll call a cab.” He puts his jacket on your shoulder and grabs your purse, both of you get up and get into a taxi.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” Hoseok asks.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nod.

Despite all the dirty talk he gave you after that kiss, you have this weird stranger danger feeling towards him, and something tells you you’re not wrong. You’re always cautious around new people, but things went too fast him that you just need time to process it, and you need time to study him.

You roll your eyes at your thoughts. It’s just going to be a one time sex you don’t have to study no shit.

“Hobi?”

“Yeah?” He snaps his head towards you, ready to do anything you ask for.

“Before Namjoon and I kissed, I saw him by the bar.” You actually tell Hoseok about him.

Whenever you’re talking to him it’s like talking to a mirror, he gives the best advices and helps you no matter what, and most importantly he never makes you feel bad about yourself.

He doesn’t say anything in return, he just waits for you to finish your story.

“We exchanged phone numbers, is that okay?”

He tries to study your face, he tilts his head and asks. “Do you regret giving him your phone number?”

“Of course not, he’s just a stranger that’s all.” You shrug.

“So?” He laughs. “We were all strangers once, and now we’re best friends.”

You look at him, he smiles and puts his hand down on your knee. “Don’t over think it chief, if he ever makes you uncomfortable just block him.” He makes it look so easy. It probably is.

Oh yes, your phone.

You grab it and a sigh of relief leaves your mouth, thankfully he didn’t text or call. You’re not ready for that part yet, and you even wonder if you can just skip the talking phase and just have sex.

Jeez, it’s still morning.

You get up and take a hot shower, you wash your face, brush your teeth, then rush to make breakfast.

On the other side though, Namjoon is in his car, Ilsan was about 4 hours away from Seoul, he usually drives while listening to a podcast or an audio book, but this time his car is completely quiet, but his head storming with thoughts.

His sunglasses on and his fingers tapping the steering wheel, he’s supposed to appreciate the last few hours of quietness before he picks up Jay, but his full head isn’t letting him, and it’s far away from quite in fact.

He is genuinely glad he took your phone number to begin with, but when he thought about it again when he’s sober, he felt a huge load on his shoulder, why?

Because he’s married and that’s literally cheating, or at least in some way it is. He tried convincing himself that him and his so called wife are separated already and there’s no need to worry about that, but then the second thought comes chasing too.

He can’t call you nor text you, what if you thought he was a creep? Or someone who’s all over you? Or what if he scared you away? He feels nothing towards you but pure attraction, nothing more. He’s not that desperate for sex, or maybe he is, but he needs to be smart and reasonable and think straight.

With that subject off the table for him, he proceeds with recapping last night, he was monitoring you, watching your body language, he’s not a creep, but out of desire that’s all. He was petrified when your friends looked back at him. His first instinct is to run even if he did nothing wrong.

He thought you told them that he was hitting on you near the bar and that they’re going to whip his ass and beat him up, his body bathed in cold sweat when he saw one of the men walk closer to him, and the man was big and could easily knock Namjoon out.

“Good evening gentlemen.” The guy smiles and looks at Namjoon, he even thinks that he’s going to be exposed in front of his co workers.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” He said, and Namjoon nods before getting up.

He feels immediate relief when he finally finds out that this was a dare, and that he wants him to kiss his friend.

Oh gladly. Namjoon thought in his head.

The kiss was something that woke every single cell in his body, even while driving he finds himself touching his lips and smiling like a stupid virgin teenager being kissed for the first time.

He finally feels like a real man again who finally gets to kiss a girl and use his dick, well not yet, but he’s going to any time soon, and he wants it to be with you.

He wishes he can text you but he can’t, and he just hopes he runs into you again, doesn’t matter if it’s in the club or even in front of a stupid food truck, he just wants to see you.

It’s almost 12 in the midnight, already in the emergency department, it’s unusually quiet today, not so many patients are showing up, and the ones that actually do are not that critical.

You’re hanging out with the nurses drinking some tea and having some pretzels and chit chatting, when the watch on your wrist buzzes a notification, it’s a message, and it’s from—

Namjoon.

You quite literally feel heat running from your shoulders down to your body, you straighten up and put your mug down. Is it pathetic if you purposefully answer late? You should leave him hung up for minutes.

Of course you’re not going to do that, that’s really pity. So you do open the message immediately.

“Hey beautiful”

A little cheap shot Namjoon, but okay.

“hey big man” You text him back and cringe at yourself, that’s really cheesy. The read receipts immediately turn blue, meaning he already saw your message.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night”

“I think I was being too honest.”

Your fingers hover over the screen, you don’t really know what to answer. He was being too honest, but you kind of liked it, you’re not even sure how to reply to this appropriately, because maybe it is meant to be inappropriate.

“you were all over me kim namjoon admit it.” Wow you’re really doing this.

It takes him a few minutes to reply.

“true.”

Fuck you’re at work, the heat you feel in your body is increasing, your hand makes its way to your lips, and the entire tape from last night goes through your head again, your brain even making it spicier. You start shifting in your seat, the heat in between your legs is the problem.

“Fuck I wish you were with me tonight.”

He even sends you a picture, he’s in what seems to be his house with the lights dimmed, his coffee table has a half empty glass of wine, and next to it is his pack of cigarettes. The vibe in his house is tempting for you, you wish you were with him too.

“are you busy?”

You took too long to answer but you eventually do.

“I’m on call tonight :(”

How the read receipts are turning blue immediately, you’re impressed.

You scoff a little when you actually know it’s just the beginnings, when men are being nice to you just to get into your pants, Namjoon must be one of those guys too. You huff. Men.

“oh no I’m sorry.”

“I’ll text you later take care.”

You don’t bother typing anything, you just send him a thumbs up emoticon and put your phone down.

Time passes very slow on your shift, you find it slow when there are barely any patients, it’s almost 4 in the morning, the ward has already dimmed the lights and you’re trying to catch some sleep on the chair when your phone buzzes a message.

It’s Namjoon, and why is he awake.

“awake?”

You don’t like leaving people’s text unanswered, or is that an excuse to answer very fast even when it’s 4 in the morning and you’re at work, Hmm.

“yup.”

He instantly reads your message, and you see bubbles popping up, he’s typing and deleting constantly, and it takes him 4 minutes to try and form a sentence but he ends up being offline which confuses you for a second.

Confusion quickly turns to mere shock when he calls you, the confidence on this man.

You excuse yourself out of the emergency room and go take a seat on a bench outside the hospital, you’re rushing as if you’re worried he’d hang up, a big part of you wants to enjoy the call.

“Kim Namjoon you’re drooling.” You answer, you’re more than glad to torture him.

He laughs and it takes him a few seconds to pick up the courage and speak. “I guess I am.” In his deep voice, you could easily imagine him in front of you if you close your eyes, the aura around this man is something else.

“It’s four in the morning and you’re calling?” You really want to know the reason behind his call.

“I was just thinking about you.” He breathes, which you could swear you can feel in your ear, you shiver and close your eyes, you cross your legs and answer him the first thing that comes off the top of your head.

“And did you make yourself cum?” You mirror what he said in the club last night, a hint of challenge in your voice.

“Fuck..” He grunts, he is being tortured by you. Your stomach is twisting and your panties are already sticking to you, you really want to touch yourself to his voice.

“Why make myself cum when you can make me cum.” He says, an audible smirk on his face.

“I can make you cum?” You’re intrigued.

“If you just let me fuck you.” He continues, “I’ll let you taste my cum.”

You’ve been with a fair share amount of men, but Kim Namjoon is out of this world, you’ve been with men who didn’t even make you cum while having sex. But he made you wet using his dirty mouth.

“Mmm..” That just slipped out of you, he releases a soft laugh and says. “I can make you cum too.”

Now he’s the one torturing you, you need to control yourself a little, this isn’t you.

“Prove it.” You look around hoping no one is around you. He lets out a shaky breath and you can hear him gulp, “Just say when.”

The whole idea is making your stomach clench and it even gives you nausea, not that it’s grossing you out or anything. You’re just nervous about the fact of sleeping with Kim Namjoon the captain you know nothing about except he’s insanely hot.

You get in the confidant and powerful fake persona you’re trying to claim with this man and speak. “In the mean time, enjoy making yourself cum Namjoon.”

You can hear him groan before letting out a laugh. “I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Go to sleep Namjoon.” You hang up and realize that you’re not breathing well, your hand reaches your face, you’re on fire. You throw your head back and take a long breath.

“Y/N.” Seokjin walks out of the main gate which startles you for a second, you forgot he was on call tonight too. He hands you a cup of coffee and studies your face for a couple of seconds.

“You don’t look okay.” He says, the back of his hand touching your face. You subtly push his hand away and shake your head in denial. “No, I am.”

“Did you see Yoongi’s message on the group chat?” He asked. “They’re playing poker next weekend at his place.”

You’re not really fond of playing cards, especially with your friends because it usually ends up in arguments and fighting, but you still enjoy their company that’s why you decide to go and participate.

Namjoon puts out his cigarette and blows out the last puff of smoke, he’s thinking about the only subject he has been trying to ignore. How is he going to tell you that he’s married? Or that he’s a father?

“Namjoon I have told you countless time do not fucking smoke inside this house.” His wife walks out of her bedroom, it’s already 7 in the morning and Namjoon isn’t able to catch any sleep.

He’s irritated for over thinking everything, and when his wife walks out of her bedroom, is when he absolutely loses his mind.

She’s the reason he’s in pure misery.

He shoots a glare at her, she doesn’t even flinch, she starts picking up Jay’s toys from the ground and keeps on babbling and scolding Namjoon.

“If you don’t like it just leave.” His glare doesn’t stop when he takes out another cigarette and lights it up just to piss her off.

“You know you’re a fucking terrible father for smoking when your own son is in the same house with you?” She shits out of her mouth, and that’s when he completely loses it, he hates being called a terrible father because he isn’t, he could die for his son.

“You’re just saying that out of spite.” He laughs. “Or probably because you’re a shitty mother and an awful house wife I guess.” This shit talk is happening earlier than usual.

“Oh fuck off Namjoon.” She turns and makes her way out of the living room.

He puts down the freshly lit cigarette and goes to his bedroom, closes the curtains and gets in bed. He sighs.

What did he do to deserve this?

A man just needs a smile and a kiss in the morning, his phone buzzes a text and he immediately checks it.

“wanna come over tonight? My place.”

It was you, you just got off of your shift and you’re driving back to your house, the entire shift was more than enough for you to think and just invite him over and get things over with.

Your text alone was more than enough to make his shitty morning turn better, he reads the message immediately and with a smile wider than ever on his face he replies.

“I’ll be there by 8.”

You reply with a thumbs up emoji and continue driving home, and Namjoon falls asleep.

You wake up around 4 in the evening with your headache finally gone, the headache started in the last hour of your shift due to lack of sleep, which you finally got rid of now.

You contemplated on taking a shower before you went to sleep, but you were too tired so you decide on showering right after you wake up.

The cold water hitting your body just turns off the fire lit inside you, you didn’t forget about your so called sex appointment that’s going to happen tonight, you use the body lotion you just purchased, you shave and fully keep yourself prepared.

It haunts you hours later when you’re standing in front of your closet that you just..

You just invited a stranger into your house? You gave him the location and all?

No matter how hard you try to brush it off, and no matter how insanely attractive Kim Namjoon is, he could drug you or even murder you and no one would know.

You haven’t been through a certain trauma in your life that require for you to be that careful when meeting new people or even inviting them over, but your friends scared you multiple times when mentioning stories of girls getting drugged or kidnapped around the town.

He can’t be that bad. You really need to stop over thinking.

You take out a black short dress that’s been hiding in the back of your closet, you don’t even remember wearing, and it proves you right when you check the dress and see the price tag still on. Why didn’t you wear this yet?

You shrug and rip the price tag off, you take off your tank top and put on the black dress, it’s really short, and really tight. You look in the mirror and scoff. This is exactly why you didn’t wear this dress yet. Your breasts look really good in this, it totally brings out your cleavage.

Something inside you tells you that this dress is too much to begin with, but you just keep it on, you’re totally not changing out of that.

You’re fully prepared, you even took out a bottle of wine and put it down on the kitchen counter with two glasses, you dim the lights and just wait.

It’s almost half past eight, and you almost think he ghosted you but your doorbell rings, your nausea is not getting any better and the tightness in your stomach is not comfortable, you regret you didn’t have a drink beforehand, it could relax you a bit.

You open the door and there he is in full glory.

Standing tall with his hands in his pocket, he’s dressed in a white polo t-shirt tugged in a pair of khaki jeans, the sleeves of his t-shirt tightly hugging his big bulging biceps, a thin silver necklace hugging his long neck, which you cannot wait to put your lips on, you look up at his dimple when he smiles and shows you his teeth. “Hey.”

“Hey, come on in.” You’re still standing behind the door, when he walks in and actually lays eyes on you, you can easily see where his eyes were pointing, and it’s all over your body before it lays on your breasts. Bingo.

“Look at you all dressed up.” He shamelessly eyes you from head to toe again.

“You too.” You close the door after him and stand against it with your hands behind your back. “How was your ride here?” You feel the need to make small talk.

“Maps drove me crazy.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“It’s okay, have a seat.” You invite him in, you’re sweating and you’re pretty sure if you stood near him he’ll hear your pounding heart beat.

He walks in towards the living room and gets comfortable on the couch, leaning his back against the couch and man spreading his lovely thick thighs.

Oh yeah, you’re totally drooling.

“I like your place.” He looks around, hands running on his own legs.

“Thank you.” You follow his eye sight, you do take pride in your apartment. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes please, thank you.” You admire his attitude, he’s completely respectful, although he is totally checking out your ass when you’re making your way to the kitchen, you take the bottle of wine and the glasses and make your way back to the living room to put them on the coffee table.

“Wine?” He smirks and leans his arm on the back of the couch.

“Oh, I can get you something else if you want to.” You turn to the mini fridge that you have in your living room, it was a gift from Taehyung. Namjoon immediately shakes his head and waves his hands. “No no. I’m fine with wine really.”

You lift up an eyebrow and pop out the cork before pouring wine in the glasses. “Is there a problem with the wine?”

“No it’s fine.” His eyes land on your boobs again when you lean down to grab his glass and give it to him. “Thanks.”

You take a seat on the same couch right next to him, with a respectful space kept between you.

“Were you working today?” You take a sip of your wine, you’re not really curious whether he worked or not, you’re just making small talk to study this man and his body language.

“Mm.” He shakes his head while swallowing a sip of wine. “But I still have some hours left to finish.”

“Hours?” You asked, now you’re intrigued to know more and you’re curious.

“Mhm.” He puts his glass down. “I have a logbook that I record my flying hours in, and when I’m done with a certain amount of hours, I can have my days off.”

He uses his hands a lot when he’s talking which you find cute, you nod and tilt your head. “Do you choose your working hours?”

“No, I usually get called the night before or something.” He shrugs. “I usually fly domestic so I don’t mind even if they called me on the same day.”

“That’s really cool.” You nod. “And do you like your job?”

He stays silent for a second before he laughs, he grabs his glass of wine and takes a sip.

“You don’t?” You gasp, “I find it really interesting, what you do.”

“No I like it.” He nods, “It’s just that it’s hard to make friends or even make plans with friends.” He leans his arm again on the back of the couch, the tip of his fingers twisting a strand from your hair, he’s flirting.

You quickly decide on flirting back, you run your fingers on his arm and form your lips into a soft pout. “Yeah, it must be hard.”

“Yeah, that’s why I make all my plans a day before.” He looks at your fingers and clears his throat, “Tell me about your job, do you like it?”

You nod and say. “Depends.” Which makes him laugh. “I rarely get days off, but at least I get paid for the shifts I work extra.”

“Do you always go on night shifts?” He asks sipping more of his wine, both of you are really blending into the conversation, he’s so easy to talk to which makes you comfortable, your nausea is long gone.

“Yeah, 4 or 5 times a month.” You nod. “But I don’t like night shifts, they drain me.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks. “You did seem excited last night when you told me to make myself cum.”

You almost choke on your own spit when he says that, you feel your face burning with heat, you should’ve known better before texting him that the other night. Fuck you’re embarrassed.

“O-oh..” You stutter, you clear your throat repeatedly, the nausea is totally making a comeback.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.” His smirk is still on his face, your eyes land on him for a couple of seconds before you playfully hit him on his hard big chest. “Idiot.”

He laughs and sips more wine. “So the worst thing about your job is the night shifts?”

“Yeah..” You inhale. “And idiots like you make it even worse.” You tease, he finally puts his glass down and inches closer to you, closing the empty space between you, he leans his elbows on his thighs and turns his head towards you. “Or I can make it better.”

You feel his thigh pressed against yours which feels like utter fire to you, your insides are clenching around nothing when you crave for his touch, you need to feel more of him, you have to.

“You probably can.” Your voice barely heard, his eyes land on your lips, his throat bulges when he swallows and licks his bottom lip, you know he’s ready to make a move so you decide on teasing him and lean forward, your nose brushes against his, you look into his eyes and grin. “You can go ahead and kiss me if you want to.” You shrug. “I won’t mind.”

“Come here.” He doesn’t even hesitate for a second, he leans forward and finally seals his lips with yours, this time the kiss feels different than the one before, this one more intense, his teeth biting onto your lips and his tongue already roaming the inside of your mouth, his hands down on your legs slowly making their way up but stopping right below the edge of your dress.

You kiss him and go with his pace, enjoying and savoring every second you get to taste his plump lips. Your body is slowly getting satiated with its needs, you can feel your panties getting wetter and your stomach twisting in pure pleasure just by kissing Namjoon.

You eventually run out of breath and stop kissing back, which doesn’t stop him and instead his lips make their way to your ear and suck on your earlobe before licking it, which you let out a shaky breath at, the sound of his tongue and wet kisses along with his breath against your ear is sending electricity through your spine.

“You like it don’t you?” He whispers, one of his hands finally making its way back to your ass and he wholeheartedly squeezes it which makes you hold on to his chest. His lips move further back to your neck and he licks a long trail from your collarbone to your ear, you’re melting from his touch.

He grabs your cheeks in one hand again and pulls you in for another steamy kiss, you kiss back as if it’s a natural reflex and your hands move to his t-shirt to unbutton the first few buttons, you tug on it softly which he takes it as a sign to slide it off and he instantly does.

Satan sculpted this man and he did a great fucking job.

He leans back on the couch and grabs you by your hands to pull you and sit on his lap, your foot knocks down your glass of wine and it falls down on the floor and splatters on his khaki pants, you gasp and cover your mouth. “Shit, sorry, your pants I—“

“Fuck the pants.” His palms land on your ass and he squeezes again while devouring your lips, you can feel his covered hard cock under you and you position yourself right onto it which makes him groan in the kiss, you think it’s too much but he totally disagrees and grabs you by the ass to grind against him.

“Fuck-“ You speak against his lips and lean your forehead against his, a string of saliva still hanging between your mouths, he smirks and looks at you in the face before clearing his throat. “Show me your bed Y/N.” The way he said your name in a needy tone makes you melt in his hands, you get up and pull him by his arm to your bedroom.

The second you walk inside he hugs you from behind, his covered boner pressed against your covered ass, he turns you to face him and pushes you back on the bed, your chest is already heaving out of breath, moving up and down dramatically, you lean on your elbows and watch him hover on top of you, printing a few soft pecks on your lips while his hands play with the hem on your panties. “Can I take them off?”

You know it’s the bare minimum that he asked you but you totally admire him for that.

The duality on this man frights you especially when he just innocently asked you if he could take your panties off, but the second he throws them across the other side of the room and looks down at your cunt makes you stare at him with your jaw down.

The way he’s admiring your throbbing wet pussy, he looks like he just won the lottery. He’s been hungry for years and you’re here to feed him.

He looks at you almost in disbelief, asking himself on the inside Is this real?

You feel his hot breath against your pulsating clit, he licks once, twice, then uses his fingers to spread open your pussy and reveal more, his tongue tickles your entrance and goes up to your clit to print a soft wet kiss on it, he puts your clit into his mouth and sucks the soul out of you, you immediately react and close your legs but he uses all his force to push your knees closer to your torso, he wants to have it all.

He pulls back and spits onto your pussy, a string of saliva hanging from his lips before he devours it like it’s his last meal.

You gasp and hold onto your breath when he sucks your clit again, this time using his fingers to rub your entrance, his ego already boosting up when he sees you all vulnerable. “Breath.” He orders and you obey immediately, your hands making their way to your hair, it feels insanely erotic that you start pulling your own hair. “I’m gonna fucking cum.” You announce, and as if he needed encouragement to go faster, he does.

His two fingers curling against your spot and his head moving left and right to add more friction, your back arches and your eyes completely close shut when the knot inside your stomach finally bursts and you cum, feeling it in your entire body. He doesn’t stop and fucks you with his fingers through it, his tongue now near your entrance waiting for taste your cum.

“Holy shit.” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and your chest starts rising up and down trying to catch a breath, you throw your head back and clear your throat, you can feel the mattress moving and Namjoon is already over you, he leans his forehead against yours and catches your lips into a kiss, your cum sits down on your tongue, he pulls back and you can feel his breath against your lips. “Swallow.”

And you obey again, feeling the taste of your cum on your tongue, he smirks and says. “You taste heavenly.” He moves down to your ear and whispers. “I told you I can make you cum.”

You hit him on the chest and hold his head into your hands and kiss him again. “Fuck me Namjoon.”

Your words take a huge toll on Namjoon as he clenches his jaw and looks at you all over your face, he wants to pound you so hard but he’s not sure you can take it.

“Take off your dress.” He eyes your chest and starts unbuckling his jeans, you unzip the dress from the side and slide it off of your shoulders and down your body to get rid of it, he looks down at your breasts one last time before he prints a trail of kisses between them, caressing one into his palm and squeezing it. His mouth moves to your perked up nipple and he circles it with his tongue, his eyes on your face as you’re biting your lip and running your fingers through his damp sweaty hair.

He takes your nipple between his teeth and sucks on it like his life depended on it. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Shit.” You throw your head back and lift your knee up to rub his clothed cock, you need to feel him inside you, and the idea of that about to happen makes you even more impatient.

He moves up to your chest and prints a few wet kisses, you shake your head and pull him from his dangling necklace. “Namjoon, fuck me now.”

He sits up on his knees and pulls down the zipper, he pulls down his pants and boxers to reveal what he’s been hiding from you the entire night.

Your jaw drops at the monstrous size, Kim Namjoon is a fucking real man with an enormous cock.

“Fuck, wait a second.” He gets up and leaves the bedroom for a second before walking back with a condom on his hand, he tries ripping it with his hand but his palms were too sweaty to manage, you reach your hand out to him and he looks at you for seconds, “Give it to me.”

He hands you the condom with a look of a lost puppy on his face, he’s clearly confused, you get up and push him down on the bed and he lies down, you rip the foil package with your teeth which he finds his cock pulsating to the sight of you doing that, you sit on the bed on your knees and put your legs on each side of his waist, you grab his cock which your fingers hardly wrap around, the thickness on this man is inhumane.

You grab the condom and position it on the tip of his dick and roll it down slowly, “Is it good?”

“Yeah.” He reaches his hands down to tug and twist and make it more comfortable for him, “Give me your hands.” He offers you his, you hesitate for a second before grabbing them, he positions you right on top of him and grabs his dick, rubs your pussy with it before teasing your entrance. “Tell me when to stop.”

You nod and look down waiting for the tip to penetrate you, your temperature increasing when the tip is pointed towards your wet vagina, you tense for a second before you ever so slowly get down on the tip of his dick, a soft whimper coming out of your mouth before you instantly lift yourself up again.

“It’s okay, take your time.” He’s out of breath, his hands sit on your hips, his eyes scanning your entire body, the sweat on your chest and neck is doing wonders to Namjoon, your perked up nipples bounce with you when you retrieve from his big dick, he looks down at your wet pussy and loses his mind when his tip disappears inside you and he grunts. “Fuck.” And drops his jaw.

Your tight walls give Namjoon a hard time when he’s trying to push more of his cock inside you, your walls keep clenching repeatedly which drives him fucking insane. “Relax for me.” He grabs his dick and pushes his torso further up to push more inside you.

What drives him more insane is the view of you spitting on your fingers and stroking his cock to make it wet before pushing it back inside you, now being able to sit a little lower than before on his dick. You wet your fingers with your spit again and rub your clit and try to relax your insides. “That’s it, good fucking girl.” He bites his own teeth which you can see his jaw clench.

You feel the tip of his cock brush against a spot inside you which makes you gasp and lean your palms on his lower stomach and pause for a second. “Fuck…” You laugh out of breath and look up at him, he mirrors your laugh and grabs your hips tighter. “Does it feel good?”

“I need a second.” You’re really out of breath, the spot he just hit with his dick is the spot that will make you cum so hard in seconds if you don’t stop.

“Come here.” He grabs your hands and pulls you in for a wet kiss which you kiss back and cup his cheeks, his hands move down to your ass cheeks and he squeezes on them, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks in between the kisses, you lean your forehead against his before shaking your head, landing slowly on his sensitive cock, both of you grunting at the same time, he’s brushing against that spot again which makes your stomach tighten and your back arch. You’re still clenching repeatedly around his dick. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He says in the most sexiest deep manly voice ever.

He’s driving you crazy too but you’re not going to give him that right away.

You shift in your seat and start pulling back from his dick slowly before landing again, you lean back and put your palms on his spread away knees for support, then pull back again and land back down, your throbbing pussy is already leaking from the utter pleasure that’s going through your whole system.

You start riding him in a faster speed, he impatiently moves his hips up to meet yours which makes sinful noises around your room, your damp skin meeting his. His eyes are locked with your body, your long neck when you throw your head back and your bouncing tits with each thrust, he could swear he can see his dick bulging out of your stomach.

You look down at him and you see his stomach tightening, he’s even holding his breath with his lip in between his teeth. “Shit.” He grabs your hips with his big hands and stops you, sitting up to kiss you on the lips, his arms wrap around your waist and he flips you over, his cock still remaining inside you.

Your back lands on the mattress and he sits down between your legs, he moves one of your legs to meet the other one, and he hugs them closer to his chest before pounding hard inside you, the angle and position change now feels even tighter on both of you, your vision is getting blurry with all the tears in your eyes. “Please don’t stop.” You beg, the sharp tone you’re using drives him mad, he moves inhumanely faster and your tits bounce even harder on your chest, he wholeheartedly grabs one of them in your hand and squeezes on it, and with that your knot finally snaps and you start clenching harder around his dick, you throw your head back and stop breathing while you’re cumming, Namjoon sees your cum on his dick and feels the constant clenching when he knows you’re cumming, and he fucks you through it while grunting. “Fuuuck.”

You finally manage to breathe again and your chest heaves, tears already fell down on your cheeks, you feel like you’re going to pass out. Namjoon keeps fucking you even when you’re over stimulated, his breaths get louder and he finally throws his head back too and shoots his load inside his condom. “Ah..” His thrusts finally halts and he lets go of your legs, you wrap them around him and pull him closer, he leans his forehead against yours still out of breath, you kiss the corner of his lips and his jaw and neck, giving him soft bites and licks here and there.

You print a kiss on his ear and whisper. “I made you cum.”

He looks at you and manages to give you a lazy smile before falling completely on you, you run your finger nails down his back and kiss the top of his head.

Kim Namjoon was totally worth the risk.

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Jealousy in Hell||3||Jealous of Mimzy

If you want me to write any requests for you guys, either from anime, Harry Potter, or More specific Alastor scenarios do let me know, and I appreciate it.

Maybe, you disliked her the moment she entered the hotel, because she got herself into trouble and just found this place to dump in, it was annoying.

But Alastor ever the charmer, he was strong, he didn't care, he was confident that he would get the mess sorted.

But, when he hugged her, and he usually never initiates physical contact so openly it bugged you, then he talked about how she was this really cool dancer in her hay day or something, and you just lost the interest to have your presence in this room at all.

You huffed, decided to retreat to your room so you could at least begin to read one of the books you had set in your beautiful pile of books, there was nothing more exciting than reading books from a totally unread library.

Alastor was just about to reach out for you, when you had already climbed upstairs, without even bidding him a good night.

You didn't wait for him to tell him about his day, or tell how you slept last night, if you had woken in the middle of your sleep because of a bad dream or listened to his audios?

"Oh, and Alastor dear, this hotel's got quite the decor maybe, you should show me around sometime?"

"It seems like you upset my partner someway Mimzy, and maybe another day, I'd like to go bid her for the night." Alastor said, it was more like he told himself.

"Don't tell me you actually even care about this girl, and silly hotel?" She asked a little bit astonished,

"Well, she's got that charm Mimzy, and I guess you should leave now, you have brought trouble in this hotel again, and Mind you that Y/n is not a demon like us, she's human and I'd like to keep her out of danger, so until you want to give redemption a shot, please, stay away from this hotel. But that's not really your thing now, is it?"

After he took care of the scene, he finally just briefly opened your door to see you reading, while sipping to some tea you made, it was the book you had been talking about,

When you noticed Alastor, you told him to, "Go away Alastor."

"My dear, Did Mimzy upset you that much?"

"Yes, and I got jealous alright?" You said, it didn't look like you had any fluster feelings when you admitted that you simply immersed yourself in the world of fiction again,

Alastor smiled wider, sitting beside you, his back resting against the pillow. "I sent her away, so I see no reason to worry, or if I didn't send her away, I see no reason to worry."

You scoffed, "You wouldn't know, you have the charm and voice, height? I guess so--"

"Yes, but they are not you, they can't make me care for them the way I do for you. It's just the way it is."

You smiled before giggling, "Highness, you know how to walk your way through all this don't you?"

"I will, only because It's you."

#lovestories #romance #beauty #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fandom

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AUGUST - DRABBLE #11

11. You and Wanda

Two months after you were shot, you’re finally assigned a new mission. It’s a small mission, danger almost nonexistent and you’re not going alone either.

You heard about how Wanda rescued you from that Military Base and how she completely demolished the place just to get you out alive, and you’re infinitely grateful for that but to have her chaperone such a low risk mission like this one for you? It doesn’t exactly scream confidence.

You don’t need a babysitter. She’s a higher rank level operative than you are in the Avengers Compound, so you can’t ditch her but you’re not exactly happy to know that she’d be joining you for this.

Daisy isn’t happy you’re going at all and you have to leave your shared bedroom without a goodbye, and a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. It’s not like you can go against Fury and tell him your fiance thinks he’s wrong, which is why you should just stay at home.

Rank exists for a reason. Yes, this team is important and somehow the people in it have become more than friends, but what you do is still a job. You’ll talk to Daisy when you return.

…

Natasha stays quiet as Wanda packs a small suitcase. Natasha limits herself to walking beside her on the way to the garage, but still says nothing. Natasha smiles when she sees you, and even grabs your small suitcase and puts it in the trunk of the car that Wanda will be driving, but says nothing.

You’re wearing jeans and a long green sleeve shirt, that Wanda remembers ripping off your body in your bedroom with almost morbid clarity---she looks away when Natasha approaches you again.

“Daisy’s not coming?” Natasha asks as Wanda swallows with difficulty, perhaps even a little bitterly.

“She’s worried it's too soon for me to go out there again.” You explain with a shrug, making Wanda want to run her hands on your shoulders and help ease the obvious tension that your fiance has put there.

“It’s not.” Wanda chimes in, and you finally turn to look at her.

She loves you, all consuming and insanity inducing, loves you. She wants you, the desire to reach out and touch you is almost unbearable, her body inches forward without her consent and she has to be strong, even though she doesn’t want to be.

“You’re ready.” She tells you, unaware that her voice breaks and unknowingly fisting her hands behind her back.

“But you’re still joining me.” You comment gently, but she knows you better than you’ll ever know. You’re not happy she’s going with you, that much is clear but she’s not going as a babysitter, only she can’t tell you that.

“Well, better be safe than sorry, right?” She says as she moves closer to Natasha and you roll your eyes, however affectionate. She loves the expression on your face, playful and always, always open for her.

You still have a soft spot in your heart for her and she sees it, and at this point it feeds into her hope.

…

There’s rust on the door of the hotel room you’ll be staying in, the detail makes you hesitate for some reason until Wanda nudges you to move forward.

The mission is done before you know it. You’re barely done setting up your equipment to hack into the security cameras when the deal goes down. You have pictures, audio and video footage, and everything you need to finally send this Senator to jail for a few decades.

You can be back at home by down, and Wanda panics. She doesn’t want this time with you to be so short, she’s barely had the chance to talk to you, and her chest already feels like it’s about to give in if she doesn’t just touch you.

…

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping just outside the cottage, and the smell of fresh coffee brewing just a few feet away from the living room.

It’s August 17th and you still have two more weeks with Wanda. Smiling, you try to move your legs but the delicious pain that spreads when you do, reminds you that she’s insatiable when it comes to you.

The thought that she wants you just as much as you do is still a little hard for you to believe, but the aching in your body isn’t hard to ignore.

“Hi baby.” Wanda smiles, as she joins you back in the little nest that she’s prepared for the two of you, and you welcome her with a soft kiss that she reciprocates in kind.

“When did you get up?” You ask her as she lays more comfortably on top of you and you cup her face, looking into her eyes.

“Just a few minutes ago.” She says as she kisses the palm of your hand, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that you haven't seen before.

“Is everything okay?” You ask and she hums, nodding her head a little too quickly.

“Of course!” She smiles, and you see the red swirling of her powers swimming in her irises before it dissipates, and you’re back looking into the beautiful hazel color that you love.

“Wanna go again?” She asks you, deflating but the sound of her laughter fills the otherwise quiet cottage with her glorious sound and you smile too.

She kisses you wantonly, her hands pushing away the blanket from your bodies completely and you laugh at her eagerness.

You’re still naked while she’s wearing your long sleeve green shirt that looks ridiculously good on her.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She says as she kisses your neck, her hands squeezing your waist as if she never wants to let go.

“Well then, next time don’t leave me sleeping alone.” You tell her with a laugh.

She looks up at you and the look in her eyes is too deep, it bores into you and it sends a shiver down your spine. The look in her eyes is crazed and it frightens you in a sense, but the look is quickly replaced with a teary smile that immediately tears down at your walls.

You love her, you’ve loved her for a while and you probably always will. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted and wanting her has been enough, and it’ll have to be enough for the rest of your days after August is over.

“I won’t.” She finally speaks, the look in her eyes softening and when she kisses you, you taste coffee on her lips and heartbreak on her tongue.

She takes charge in a way that leaves bruises on your skin. Her hands roam your body like they’re familiarizing with it again, her mouth kisses and licks at everything you have to offer as if she were desert and you’re the source of water that she’s been desperately craving.

She touches you with a desperation that is new to you, although the touch of her hands remind you that this is Wanda and you know her, you love her and you still have time.

She doesn’t waste any time on foreplay, though she doesn’t need to, and slides her cold hand between your legs just as she claims your lips in a searing kiss that swallows the moans she incites in you.

You feel her fingers slipping inside of you, stealing your breath away and uniting you and her in a sacred way that will forever live in your memory.

She murmurs something in a language that you don’t understand as her fingers work magic inside of you. Panting and holding onto her arms you open your eyes to look at her, but you can’t speak---hell! you can barely breathe with what she’s doing to you.

“I had you.” She says and she says it over and over again, even as you cum around her fingers and even as you shutter in her arms after.

Confused and body still tingling from the intensity of this particular orgasm, you immediately wrap her in your arms.

She doesn’t say anything else, but she does hug you tight, so tight in fact that you want to tell her that you’re not going anywhere but you can’t bring yourself to break her peace for now.

Because she seems peaceful as she hugs you, her eyes just looking at you and saying nothing at all---she seems at peace.

“Wanting is not enough.” She tells you after long minutes of silence. She goes to the bathroom next, leaving you more confused than before.

When you hear the shower running you get up too, maybe you could prepare lunch and think about what just happened.

It’s a beautiful day, August is the perfect month for many reasons but the weather must be your favorite one. On your way to the kitchen you chance a look at the door and you see the rust around the edges, which wasn’t there before.

…

When you return to the Compound, a week later, Natasha and Daisy are both waiting in the garage. Daisy practically jumps into your arms the moment you’re out of the car and Natasha watches the scene with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

You’re both promising to never fight again before a mission and Natasha smiles at you as your fiance drags you inside eagerly.

When Wanda walks towards her, Natasha crosses her arms, out of instinct more than anything else. Their eyes meet and Natasha swallows with difficulty.

“You can’t do this to her.” She tells her through gritted teeth but Wanda doesn’t back down like Natasha would have expected her to---before August.

“Wanting is not enough, Natasha. It never will be.”

…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #august

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In My Blood | Part Two

In My Blood Masterlist

Curtis "Curt" Biddick x SOE!Female Reader

It is no longer safe for you to remain in Belgium. With the Gestapo closing in, Curt is finally ready to make his escape with you. But is it too late?

Warnings: MAJOR canon divergence, Language, Violence, Weapons, Spy Craft, Detailed Description of Murder, Death, Injuries, Angst, Grief, Fear, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author’s Note: This story contains revisionist history, read at your own risk. Reader is half-Belgian, half-English and has been given an extensive backstory and family tree. While they have been given the codename of "Marie," no physical descriptions or Y/N are used.

Italics used for non-English words and to indicate dialogue spoken in a language other than English.

This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 6929

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May 3, 1940

“Honestly Papa,” You protested in French, threading the telephone cord between your fingers as the line crackled and hummed with the standard overseas audio distortions,“I do not understand why you will not let me come home, nothing has happened in months–”

“Enough, my little monster,” Your father’s voice gently but firmly cut you off. “We have been over this a thousand times, it is simply too dangerous for you to leave England with war declared. Yes, it is quiet at the moment, but it is only a matter of time now that the weather has grown warm.”

Your eyes scanned across the neatly appointed Edwardian writing desk in your grandmother’s study before turning to eye the drizzly gardens of the Dower House through the spotless window behind you.

“If it is so dangerous, why do you and Mama insist on staying in Brussels? You are both more important than me and if those Nazi bastards invade you know that’s where they’re headed – straight for you.”

“Come, come now, don’t let your mother hear you using that language.” His chastisement was half-hearted and filled with laughter, pulling a reluctant grin from you. “Belgium is neutral, firstly, but if the worst happens, we will simply flee to the house in Wallonia. Chin-up my little monster, we are made of sterner stuff, are we not?”

“Yes, Papa,” You replied, feeling somewhat reassured and heartened, “we truly are.”

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October 28, 1943

The collision of your spine against the brick wall drove the air from your lungs, a strangled noise of pain seeping from your throat as the broken end of a bolt that had once affixed something to the side of the building tore through the fabric of your blouse and dug into the meat of your right upper arm. Gritting your teeth as your eyes watered at the searing pain and warm gush down your sleeve, your grip tightened on the handle of your knife, swinging it higher towards the vulnerable neck of the man you had lured into this alleyway.

He had been following you for at least twenty minutes, Gestapo most likely, on your way to pick up some material to then courier to another contact. You had been unsuccessful at losing him, and with the sun setting and curfew nearly upon you, confrontation had remained your only option. While sneaking out after curfew was perilous enough, being caught out around the fall of curfew was nearly suicidal. Parking your bike in front of a well-attended pub, you had made your way across the town square, wending your way through the emptying streets before ducking into this very alley to lay in wait.

Unfortunately for you, the man had proven to be much larger than you had first estimated, and along with a brutal case of halitosis, each sour breath assaulting your senses as it impacted your face, he was easily overpowering you, slowly turning your knife in your grip, threatening to use your own weapon against you. Unfortunately for him, you had been trained in all the ‘ungentlemanly’ ways one could undertake warfare, and he was utterly unprepared for the collision of your foot with his most tender parts.

A sound consisting of an intriguing mixture of a yelp and a wheeze escaped his mouth as he fell back, his oppressive weight finally easing off you. Seizing the momentum, you quickly struck with your blade, meeting the weak block of his forearm and drawing a yowl this time. While he was not proving to be a quiet kill, thankfully his racket resembled an alley cat, and could be explained away if necessary. Heart hammering in your ears, breaths coming in quick gasps under the heady influence of your own adrenaline, you swung the blade home into the defenseless flesh of his neck and tugged forward, sealing your opponent’s fate as he crumpled to the worn cobblestones.

Taking several awkward steps backward, you inhaled deep, greedy gulps of air as the man exhaled his last and grew still. It was both relieving and unsettling. Casting about for the large metal bins you had glimpsed earlier, you darted across the alley to quickly remove the lids from both, shifting the filthy contents from one into the other to make space for your deposit. Returning to his lifeless form, you assessed his bulk before struggling to strip him of his large, navy wool coat before dragging him down the alley and hoisting him into his final resting place. The wound in your triceps screamed in agonized protest with every breath until you had resecured the lid, the scene unremarkable enough in the long shadows of evening.

Shrugging into the bulky coat to conceal the damage to your blouse and retrieving your luggage, discarded moments before the altercation began, you forced yourself to exit the alley at a perfectly normal pace in the direction of Doctor Legot’s clinic, trusty bicycle abandoned for the sake of a speedy departure. Reaching the clinic well after closing, you slid around the back, setting down your suitcase to root around in the hedges for the upturned pot hiding the spare key known to only a select few. You took a moment to compose yourself, taking a deep breath and brusquely wiping at the tears of discomfort that had been stubbornly welling in your eyes the entire journey.

The lock turned soundlessly under your practiced hand, the door swinging inward to an unexpected shaft of light spilling from the patient washroom. Peering around the doorjamb, your eyes widened to see Curt standing at the small sink in the powder room, stripped down to his undershirt, carefully dragging a safety razor across one lathered cheek. Exhaustion and injury got the better of you, making you sway unsteadily, forcing you to catch yourself on the frame of the door, immediately attracting his attention.

“Marie?” He turned to look at you, well-defined muscles of his arms flexing with his movements, shaving cream adorably still adorning a great deal of his face.

Hastily lurching forward into the clinic, you quickly closed and latched the door behind you, depositing your luggage and shoulder bag before shrugging out of the claustrophobic overcoat.

“Jesus Christ, look at you!” His outburst, followed by the sound of his razor hitting the porcelain bowl of the sink, made you drop your gaze to your clothes, only to be greeted by the sight of your late opponent’s blood drenching the fabric.

“Oh, do not fret about me…” You had hoped to put on a display of bravado, but your voice was aggravatingly thin, “…the other fellow is much worse off.”

His startlingly warm palms cupping your elbows made your head jerk back up, meeting his furrowed brow, eyes darkened with concern. “That isn’t very comforting, gorgeous.” He muttered and began tugging you towards Doctor Legot’s office where a crack of light shone from beneath the door. “Doc?” He barked out before open the door without any further preamble.

Only a small noise of protest sounded before the doctor was shooting to his feet, quickly ushering you to take his recently vacated chair, rapidly looking you over before his eyes settled on your arm.

“I’m not going to ask how such misfortune befell you, Marie. I am a wiser man than that. But what, specifically, happened to your arm?” He murmured in Dutch as he retrieved a set of suture scissors to begin cutting away the sleeve of your ruined shirt.

“I backed into the shorn off end of a bolt with rather a bit of force.” You sighed wearily, glancing at Curt who remained in the room, eyeing the pair of you intensely from where he leaned against a filing cabinet. “Why is your guest upstairs?”

Your sentence ended in a hiss as you inhaled sharply through your teeth at the feeling of the doctor’s fingers prodding at the wound on the back of your upper arm.

“He cut himself shaving by candlelight one too many times. Once the cast came off, we made an agreement he could come upstairs between closing and dinner to wash up. You’ve had your tetanus vaccine?”

As Legot began to aggressively paint your wound with disinfectant, you pressed your lips together tightly against any further mortifying outbursts, and thus only managed a nod in confirmation.

“Good.” The room fell silent as he applied a square of gauze to your wound, securing it in place by wrapping your arm in a bandage, tying it off.

Your eyes drifted back to Curt who had not seemed to move an inch, not even changed position, the shaving cream on his face drying out, growing crusty against his skin. His silence was perhaps the most unnerving thing you had encountered this evening, his voice seeming to have filled every waking encounter you’d had with him thus far.

“It’s a lot of blood…” He muttered, eyes rising from your clothes, marred by scarlet quickly turning a mottled brown as the blood dried and aged.

“Mostly someone else’s.” You reminded him gently, earning a non-plussed grunt in reply.

A heavy sigh fell from the Doctor Legot’s lips, making you look up at him slowly. “Marie there has been…an increase in the Gestapo around town. A contact of mine was even questioned about a woman bearing a remarkable resemblance to you. And now that you seem to have had a run in, I’m…concerned.”

Despite similar thoughts ricocheting about your brain the entire flight back to his clinic, the breath you drew in felt like it contained thousands of tiny shards of glass which imbedded themselves deep inside your breast as you heard it from an external source. Rationally, to have survived so many months in your occupation was a feat worth celebrating.

An SOE agent typically had a life expectancy of six months, and yet to watch your ability to remain in Belgium, to remain useful to your fellow Belgians, crumble before you was incredibly painful. You allowed your exhale to accumulate in your cheeks before releasing it all at once through pursed lips with a nod, the feeling of having failed your people, your family, once again a yawning pit deep in your gut.

“It is time for me to move on.” You conceded flatly.

“If you are headed in a certain direction, might you be able to take a certain guest with you?” He asked with a nod in the American’s direction.“Couriers are still stretched thin.”

Your eyes widened slowly as it dawned on you that it was well over two months since Curt had become a guest in his cellar and should be well on his way to Spain by now. “He is well enough to travel then? Have they made him papers yet?” Your rapid-fire questions were greeted by frantic blinking from the doctor before he nodded quickly in the affirmative to both.

Turning back to Curt you tilted your head, reinvigorated by the chance to be useful one last time as you tried to remove yourself from occupied Europe, saving another’s life infinitely more important than simply trying to preserve your own. “Tell me, Curt, are you ready to head back to England?”

The apprehension that had drawn his features tight melted away, yielding to a bright smile, his eyes fairly sparkling with anticipation at the promise of beginning his escape at last. “You have no idea.”

You could do nothing to stop the uplift at the corner of your mouth in response, nodding slightly. “I’m going to change out of these clothes and then we’ll get ready to leave in the morning.”

Straightening from his lean against the cabinet, he moved to the door. “I’ll just go grab…” His voice trailed off as he disappeared down the hall before returning with your suitcase, setting it on the floor with a nod before departing once more, not loitering long enough to accept your gratitude.

Legot produced an old flour sack for you to deposit any clothes beyond saving, to be burned upstairs in his fireplace, before leaving you alone in his office. Feeling the chill of autumn in your damp clothes, you quickly stripped, using a towel to wipe any bloody remnants from your skin with water from the sink in the corner of the room, before changing into fresh clothing. Your mind was already occupied with plotting your route – to Antwerp, fetching supplies from the small flat you kept as a base of operations there, and then boarding a train to the border before crossing on foot then onto another train at Lille to Toulouse before meeting up with the Ponzán group to be guided across the Pyrenees. But this time, you would be one of the party making the crossing in neutral Spain.

Bringing your damp towel to try and blot any blood from the pilfered overcoat, hoping to save it for Curt’s benefit during the mountain crossing to come, you turned off the office lights and headed toward the storeroom, grabbing the garment from the floor on the way. Dropping it through the open trapdoor followed by the wet towel, you smiled to Curt as he appeared below, passing him your suitcase with your good arm before beginning your own descent down the ladder. Pushed well beyond all possible limits, your battered and bandaged arm gave out at your demand to bear your body weight, a yelp escaping as your right hand lost its grip on the ladder as a result.

Strong hands quickly landed on your hips, steadying and supporting you.

“Easy, gorgeous, good as you got the guy, he still hurt you.” Curt muttered behind you, the fresh scent of soap and aftershave radiating from his warm skin as he helped you down the last few rungs.

“Th, thank you, Curt.” You stammered, hugging your throbbing limb close as your feet settled onto the cellar floor, watching him easily climb up the ladder to swing the heavy trapdoor shut almost silently even from inside. “You’ve come a long way in the past few weeks…”

He smirked a little, carrying your luggage over to set on the foot of your bed for you. “Been doing a lot of shadow boxing down here.”

“Boxing!” You breathed in surprise, gathering the abandoned coat from the crumpled heap it left on the floor, trying not to notice the way his muscles moved as he pulled on a thick knit sweater in the cool damp of your hiding space. “If I had known, I would have gotten comics related to your interest…”

“I enjoyed the ones you brought, even read the book too. My teachers would be proud.”

A small laugh escaped you as you settled onto the edge of the bed, inspecting the coat for bloodstains and methodically beginning to blot them out. His own laughed intertwined with yours all too melodically, making you swallow tightly.

“That coat is awful big for you, gorgeous.” He teased, watching you from where he stood at the end of your bed.

“It’s not for me, Curt, it’s for you – you’re going to need it where we’re headed. Just need to get all the blood out first.” You murmured, turning the right sleeve inside out knowing you had surely bled on it yourself.

“Do I get to know where we’re going?”

You peered up at him a moment before shaking your head. “Other than England. That will suffice for now. I will share the goal with you day by day, but the less you know the safer you will be. Aside from a few key portions, the majority of the trip will be by train to start. Tomorrow, though, we shall have to try something new.” You trailed off into a mutter at the last, wrestling with the heavy fabric, shooting him a grateful look as he grabbed the hem of the coat to help you position it, allowing you to reach one of the last stains.

“What’s so special about tomorrow?” He prodded, clearly still listening even though your final statement had more been musing aloud than for his ears.

Pausing a moment you sighed before meeting his eyes. “I suppose you ought to know that I appear to be a known entity to the Gestapo, at the very least locally, and so we will take extra evasive manoeuvres when we leave town. I shall be disguised, we will leave just before dawn, and avoid public transportation. I have a few ideas for how we might reach where we are going first, do not worry.” You offered a reassuring smile, to which he returned a small nod. “Jan will have been by the take your photo and give you papers?”

“Oh, yeah, nice fella if a bit quiet. Gave me a couple sets of papers.” He stepped over to his cot to retrieve two well forged sets of identity papers, bringing them over for you to inspect.

Laying the now-cleaned coat to dry across your suitcase, you accepted them from him, looking them over before holding out those in your left hand. “These are your Belgian papers. I suggest you put these in your usual pocket – the one you will reach for first, so that you can produce them as naturally as possible. We will destroy them as soon as we have left Belgium.” You watched as he took them from you.

“Belgian papers, got it.” Curt made a tiny salute with the papers before grabbing a leather jacket from the back of a small chair that was a new addition to the cellar, sliding them into the inner left breast pocket.

“And these,” you held out those in your right hand, “are your French papers. You will want to keep these close, in a safe place on your person, but not somewhere you will mistakenly hand them over until they are needed.”

His eyebrow shot up playfully. “Hold up, Marie, I thought you just said you weren’t going to tell me where we’re going…”

“Did I?” You blinked innocently and his guffaw of amusement threatened to pull another unintentional smile from you.

Since when had your expressions become so very difficult to control?

“The most important thing for you to remember on our journey,” you soldiered on despite your inner struggle, “is not to speak. Your voice absolutely gives away the fact that you do not belong here. Many of the airmen whom we guide find the most success by feigning deafness. It explains both their inability to speak and the fact that they do not understand the language.”

“You could just teach me French, or whatever you speak with Doc…”

“Flemish?” You found yourself fighting back laughter. “We do not have enough time for you to master either, Curt. We leave tomorrow. Now take your French papiers and get some sleep, we leave in a few hours.” You nodded firmly, but with a kind smile.

“You too, Marie, you need dinner or anything?”

Shaking your head softly, certain you could not bring yourself to eat even if you felt hungry, the pair of you settled in to sleep, the damp wool coat taking over the chair in the middle of the room to dry, looming in the flickering candlelight like some grim reminder of your actions. Huffing at your melodramatic thoughts, you pulled the blankets over your head and rolled over to get some rest.

As agreed upon, Legot woke the pair of you shortly after four with warm bread, apples, and granola. You could almost taste the ghost of butter, jam, sugar, and cream on your tongue – heavily rationed delights that had been hard to come by in England and all but non-existent here under Nazi rule. Downing your dry, brown breakfast, you opened your suitcase to retrieve a wig from its depths, gathering your hair and securing it beneath the false strands to disguise your apparently known appearance.

“I dunno Marie…” Curt’s musing were interrupted by an exaggerated yawn as he smoothed his hair with a pot of borrowed pomade. “Your natural hair looks so much prettier on you.”

Fighting the girlish urge to preen under his indirect compliment, you shook your head. “It’s a good thing I’m not trying to look pretty then, just different.”

“Well in that case you look nothing like your usual self.” He shrugged into his leather jacket before snagging the hard-won navy coat from the back of the chair and folded it in perhaps the most unmethodical way you had ever witnessed, but it still wound up flat and small enough to fit into his suitcase.

“Good.” You muttered and snapped the latches on your own luggage closed, heading over to the ladder to climb up.

“Wait, let me help you.” He hurried over, reaching out to grasp your waist. “You sure you can pull the cases up?”

Huffing a little, more in annoyance at being injured than his offers of help, you nodded firmly. “Absolutely.” Clenching your jaw, you forced your way up the ladder, stubbornly ignoring the ache in your still-healing arm, turning to reach out expectantly for the first piece of luggage once you were kneeling on the floor above.

A bemused expression greeted you before he easily hoisted the first, waiting until you had it tucked aside before sending the second up. Taking a moment to extinguish the candles still burning below, he then quickly ascended the ladder to join you, silently securing the trapdoor behind him.

“Right, this is it then.”

About to make your way down the hall to bid a final farewell to the doctor, you turned with a soft gasp to find him stand there with a small canvas bag of food.

“For your journey.” He held it out, nodding as Curt quickly stepped forward to sling it over his shoulder.

“Be safe, Doctor Legot, thank you for all your assistance.”

“The very same to you, Marie. Best of luck on your travels.”

A small, sentimental smile poked through your serious expression before your eyes widened. “If you are in need of a bicycle, mine remains outside the pub across from the town square. Farewell.”

At serious risk of lingering too long, you turned then and headed out the backdoor, glancing over your shoulder in the faint light of early morning to ensure Curt was following you. You kept a quick pace, cutting and winding through town towards a familiar farmyard, dairy cows grazing the fields, lowing softly, as the farmer and his daughters loaded containers of milk into the back of a worn truck. The sun had escaped the confines of the horizon by now, flooding the landscape with the golden light of an autumn sunrise as you cast another glance of confirmation over your shoulder, nearly tripping over your own feet at the unjustly stunning quality of Curt’s eyes in daylight.

“Whoa, easy.” He hurried a few steps forward to steady you by the elbow, catching the attention of Tillens who quickly sent his children back into the house.

“Hush.” You whispered firmly before waving to the farmer, who squinted at you a moment before relaxing as you greeted him warmly in Dutch.

“That you, Marie? You’ve done something new with your hair, didn’t even recognize you for a moment…”

“The point, I am afraid. Are you by any chance headed to Antwerp today?” You asked hopefully, stomach falling as he shook his head.

“Could take you to Brussels, but Antwerp is tomorrow.”

Brussels was the one place you avoided, far too many familiar faces and even more Nazis along with their collaborating government.

“How much could I offer to convince you to take us to Antwerp today?”

Tillens’ brown eyes studied your disguise before looking over at your companion. “It’s only one hour out of my way, Marie, for you there is no charge. Hop in the back and I’ll pack the rest of these around you.”

Your eyes widened before you quickly gestured Curt forward, digging into the bag on his shoulder and pulling out the loaf of the bread you found there. “Then please accept this, for your family.”

“Marie…” Tillens protested but you pushed it forward insistently and he accepted it with a grateful nod. “Thank you, every bit helps.”

“Thank you, for it truly does.” Grasping Curt’s elbow, you pointed into the back of the truck, watching him step up and weave his way towards the back.

Setting your suitcase on the tailgate, you reached for the handhold with your left arm, gasping as Curt’s hands were suddenly around your waist to hoist you in amongst the containers of milk.

“Gorgeous but stubborn.” He muttered under his breath, grabbing your suitcase and leading you over to a gap he had found just large enough for the pair of you to settle on the floor.

Pulling your shoulder bag against your body, you tucked your skirt beneath yourself as you sat down beside him, nodding to Tillens as he peered in at the pair of you before sealing you in with the last of his cargo.

“It’s about a two-hour drive, feel free to sleep.” You whispered, the back of the truck going dark as Tillens secured the doors shut, the motor growling to life shortly thereafter.

“So he speaks Flemish too?” Curt asked curiously as the vehicle jolted into motion and you nodded softly.

“It’s Dutch, really, with some regional differences. In the bigger cities you’ll find more of a mix of Flemish and French.”

“And you speak it all.” Curt smirked and you nodded, hugging your knees to your chest as the cargo rattled around you. “Really somethin’…” He muttered, leaning back to close his eyes and try to get some rest as you had suggested.

The drive smoothed out as the truck navigated onto the main road, and you felt yourself relax a little after the first hour of distance was put between you and Beverst. You were by no means out of danger – the Gestapo was an insidious organization, their network a far-reaching and interconnected tangle. The fact that at least one agent had come looking for you specifically meant that, if the entirety did not know of you yet, they soon would. You had to run all the way to be truly safe.

Of their own volition, your eyes drifted towards Curt’s sleeping form, his handsome face grown slack and soft in sleep, the youth of him both striking and painful. What would his life look like if Hitler had been able to keep his hands to himself…or better yet had never even come to power? What would your life look like? Certainly neither of you would be in the back of a dairy truck sneaking your way to Antwerp.

A roughened patch of road jostled his body, threatening to wake him and you quickly wrenched your eyes away, studying the handwritten labels from Tillens’ farm. Thankfully Curt remained asleep for the rest of the drive, the truck pulling to a stop amidst the hum of the city, and you gently prodded him awake with a shake to the shoulder.

“We’re here.” You whispered before pressing a finger to your lips and he nodded drowsily before straightening.

Light flooded into the back of the truck, the pair of you blinking owlishly as Tillens shifted the cargo to make a path of exit into a familiar alley. Climbing out carefully, you turned to unload the suitcases as Curt passed each, nodding sharply to the farmer before you and the airman assembled yourselves, and strolled casually out into the foot traffic on the sidewalk.

The interference and unpredictability of humans had you on edge, not appreciating the way Curt always seemed to be not where you expected him to be with every glance over your shoulder. After the fourth time you looked for him a little too long, your heart in your throat, you stepped around a rather annoying blonde making eyes at him, and seized his free hand with yours. To keep better track of him, of course. The fact that your throat tightened slightly as his blunt fingers wrapped around your hand in return, requiring a forceful swallow to clear it, was utterly irrelevant.

Turning the corner, you looked both ways before tugging on his hand, guiding him across the street to the unassuming building of flats from which you were intending to collect your warmer clothes and some other supplies. The sight of the rather nice car out front was the first sign that something was off. The next was the sound of your neighbour, an ancient, haggard woman named Josephine De Smet, speaking loudly in the stairwell, her creaking voice cascading down the tiled stairs to the lobby, halting your feet immediately.

Clearly distracted, Curt’s body collided with your back, forcing you to brace against the wall lest you topple over.

“Geez, why’d you sto–” His less-than-hushed whisper was cut off by your palm, forcefully freed from his grasp, slapping over his mouth as you quickly pushed him back into the corner of the lobby under the stairs, casting a sharp look at him before craning your ear back upwards.

Holding your breath, you listened intently, trying to hear the rest of the conversation. To confirm if the alarm bells ringing in your head were warranted.

“Just what has that hussy gotten herself mixed up in then, sir?” The old crone rasped in French, not her usual choice of language, and you pressed your lips into a line thin.

“I cannot say, madam, other than she is a monster and you’d best be wary.” The deep male voice, a German accent poisoning his pronunciation, made you inhale sharply through your nose.

Hand dropping from where it pressed against Curt’s remarkably plush and soft lips to grasp the lapel of his jacket, you pulled hard, yanking him out of the building and back onto the street. They were a lot closer on your trail than you had realized. Pulse rabbiting at your throat, you held your suitcase out to Curt in a silent request, grateful when he took it without question, following you as you took off down the sidewalk at a brisk clip.

Darting around the next corner, you led him on a chaotic, unpredictable, and hopefully untraceable path to a tramway stop several blocks away as you dug through your shoulder bag for the coins to make fare for both of you. Once that was secured, you traded his fare for your suitcase, tucking your own coins into the pocket of your light jacket, trying to suppress your grimace at the loss of your winter clothes in that now unvisitable flat. The feeling of Curt’s sturdy hand slipping into yours, enveloping your skin in warmth and his strong grip, halted you for half a step before releasing some of the tension in your lungs.

Propelling forward across the street, the pair of you jumped onto the tram just as it was about to pull away, shuffling into the heart of the crowded carriage to purchase your tickets and keep your faces away from the windows. It was not an overly warm ride to Antwerpen-Centraal station, but you could certainly feel sweat prickling in your armpits and rolling down your back between your shoulder blades. Tugging on Curt’s sleeve, you disembarked one stop short with him and ducked into an alley to yank the wig free, hanging your head upside down to shake out your hair before repining it. It surely looked sad, but given that identity papers were required to board a train, you needed to resemble your photo and thus the wig was shoved into a nearby trash bin.

“We will be asked for papers, there will be a lot of soldiers, try to remain relaxed and do as I do.” You whispered to Curt, and he nodded, patting the left breast of his pocket with an easy smile, though you watched his adam’s apple bob sharply as he swallowed. “We will be buying tickets and travelling to the border where will stop for the night, alright?”

“Lead on, gorgeous.” He nodded and turned to following you toward the grand, stone-clad station built at the turn of the century.

The presence of Nazi soldiers was pronounced, their bright red swatiskas flashing about the otherwise pleasant square like blemishes on a beautiful face. Keeping your expression perfectly neutral yet pleasant, confident yet not cocky, you took a moment to exhale slowly as you made it past the first hurdle into the building before heading to the ticket counter, requesting two tickets to Kortrijk. It was nothing short of a miracle that you managed a polite nod rather than kissing the ticket seller full on the mouth when he informed you the train would be leaving in twenty minutes. Pulling the bills from your bag, you accepted the tickets in return before leading Curt to track three.

Rolling your shoulders in and down your back, you confidently offered your identity papers to the Nazi soldier standing at the carriage door, immensely pleased when Curt did the same without prompting.

“Where are you two headed?” The soldier asked in clipped, stilted French, his piercing blue eyes wholly unsettling as they flicked between you and Curt before coming back to you.

“Kortrijk, sir.” You answered simply.

If he wanted to know more, he would need to ask more. You certainly had a lie prepared should he require one. He made a noise of displeasure, looking over your shoulder, implying the accumulation of other passengers.

“Off you go.” He grunted, returning both sets of papers to you and you nodded rapidly, climbing aboard quickly, even as your arm shook under the strain of hauling your body up the steps.

Shuffling down the hallway of the carriage, you at last came to an empty compartment, stepping inside and setting your luggage on the bench. As soon as Curt stepped in behind you, you slid the door shut behind him, knowing it was rude with a full train but not wanting anyone else to join you. As you turned back, he was already hoisting your suitcase up onto the luggage rack, making you smile fondly.

“Merci.” You murmured, hoping he would understand your meaning.

Judging by his responding smile, it seemed he certainly did. Despite your longing to collapse onto the bench seat, you sat with decorum, trying not to stare at your watch and count down the minutes. As the last whistle blew and the cars at last shunted into motion, you finally relaxed back into the cushion behind you.

“Is it always like that?” Curt whispered and you shot him a rueful look before shaking your head.

“I am deeply sorry, that…that is solely a complication of traveling with me right now.” You murmured in response, digging out his ticket and papers, returning them to him. “The conductor will arrive closer to our destination to check your ticket, then we show the papers again in the station after we detrain.”

You watched as he carefully took the items and tucked them back into his inner pocket.

“No apologies, gorgeous. We’re both not wanted here, so it’s a good thing we’re leaving.” He nodded and you looked out the window when rain pelted the glass as the train left the shelter of the station, biting the inside of your cheek savagely to keep your emotions in check. “Why don’t we have some lunch?”

He started to root around in the bag from Legot and you forced a smile, sharing the few apples and the small wedge of cheese, akin to a rare jewel, that the man had gifted the two of you with. After a minor squabble over who ought to be resting, Curt finally gave up and obstinately remained awake as you insisted that you must, staring out the window as the fields of Flanders rolled by. The train made numerous stops until the conductor arrived to check your tickets, signalling you were about to arrive in Kortrijk, the final stop.

Courtesy of your preparation, the process went remarkably smooth, and the pair of you stepped off the train once Curt had retrieved the suitcases from overhead. Another successful check of your papers and you were melting into the population freshly departing from their workday and making their way home. Within thirty minutes, you had arrived at an unassuming home on the southern edge of town, knocking the door in the prescribed way.

A young woman with a toddler perched on her hip opened the door, eyeing each of you cautiously.

“May I help you?” She asked in Dutch.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. We were wondering if you might be interested in some new cosmetics?” You smiled broadly, delivering the passphrase.

A flash of recognition crossed her delicate features, her plump cheeks flushing in excitement as she briefly went rigid before she reined in her emotions. “Why don’t you come in and show me what you have for sale…” She stepped back, holding the door open wider for you and Curt to step inside.

Once the door was secured behind you, she led you through her small but tidy home up the narrow stairs to a small half door before opening it slowly.

“Here you are, dinner will take some time.”

“Whatever you can spare is truly appreciated, thank you.” You thanked her softly, sliding your suitcase into the attic before crouching down to crawl in after it.

The space was smaller than Legot’s cellar but larger than the back of Tillens’ dairy truck, enough room for each of you to lay flat, high up in the very peak of the small house. It was not a safe house you would have employed for a larger group. For the first time, you were grateful it was nearly November and not the heat of summer.

“Ouch!” Curt hissed as he cracked his head on a low beam, and you frowned, shifting up onto your knees to make sure he was alright. “Yeah, yeah, m’fine Marie, just an idiot.” He gave you a lopsided grin and you shook your head.

“Sorry it’s not the Ritz, but it’s not a cellar either?” You tilted your head hopefully.

“Never stayed at the Ritz, you?” He asked, settling onto the centuries-old wooden planks beside you.

“Hmmm.” You hummed noncommittally. “She says she’ll have something for us to eat in a bit, we will rest and then start out walking after midnight.”

“Walk…?” He prompted, eyebrow raised.

“It is not easy to cross the border, we cannot simply take the train into France, so we must walk. It is best to do so at night, and even better to do so rested. I promise we can linger a little longer at our next place, but we must get out of Belgium.” Despite your efforts to quash it, a slight tremor remained in your voice and Curt shot you a look of sympathy and utterly threatened your ability to maintain your composure. “So sleep.” You tacked on firmly and pulled off your jacket, folding it up to make a pillow before laying on your side with your back to him.

There was a decidedly awkward silence as he remained seated, looming above you, before laying down with a heavy exhale, clearly frustrated with you. Well that made two of you.

Dinner arrived two hours later with a soft knock, driving home the fact that you had not slept, but the warm vegetable hash was so very welcome and filling, giving you hope that you might be able to actually fall asleep for the last few hours of your stay here. As you lay back down onto your make-shift pillow, Curt’s breaths almost immediately evened out into the heavy sighs of sleep, making your lips twitch in a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Yet as you closed your eyes, all that echoed through your mind was the voice of your father ‘mon petit monstre’ and the Gestapo agent from the stairwell of your flat building ‘elle est un monstre.’

Petit monstre

Un monstre

Monstre

Grief clawed at your throat, making you sit up sharply as you gasped for air, eyes brimming with tears as the realization that you would never again hear that nickname in your father’s voice – that it would now only come to you by way of anger and insult – sank like a stone in the pit of your stomach. Sniffling petulantly as your nose began to run, you jumped at the feeling of Curt’s hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong…” He whispered groggily, shifting closer.

Shaking your head quickly, you roughly wiped the tears from your eyes trying to hide the evidence, huffing as the action only caused fresh ones to spill onto your cheeks.

“Don’t tell me then, just c’mere.” He replied and gathered you into his arms, cradling you close against his chest.

Every muscle in your body went rigid at first, your rational, well-trained self knowing this was utterly inappropriate. And yet…

And yet, he was so warm, so kind, and he was holding you so tightly that maybe you could fall apart just a little without crumbling entirely. Surrendering to the fact that no arms had attempted to hold and comfort you in years, you yielded to his embrace, becoming pliant as you loosened the clenched-fist-grip on your grief just a little, allowing tears to slide freely down your cheeks in the darkness of that attic as his palm soothed up and down your spine.

“Shhh, I’m right here, you’re not alone…”

How very much you wanted to believe him.

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