#also because this summer i am so busy oh my god
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Bed bugs
Pairing: Idol! Chan x fem! reader
Genre: smut, fluff, maybe crack idk
Warnings: slight choking (just a hand on the neck, nothing more) (f! receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m! receiving), make-out session, cuddles, mention of Chan's room.
Author notes: when I first started writing "Physiotherapy and Coconut Oil" back at the beginning of October, I was convinced to write it as fluff, mainly because I can't write smut; after a couple of weeks, I left it in my drafts, and leave it there till the first two weeks of December, I was under heavy medication bc I had a painful surgery on my foot, and the only thing that helped to go through insomnia caused by the pain was writing that story, I wrote and wrote day and night, and it helped so so much, that's why I was shocked when @ardef38 asked for a pt 2, so here you go love, I hope you like it.
(Kinda proof read, it’s 1:40 am as I’m ’reading’ this so, be patient I’ll correct any mistakes later)
Fun fact: I do really ride motorcycles since I was 17 (and yes I may be reckless).
Word count: +4k (I got carried away I’m sorry)
Thank you so much, I really, really appreciate all the feedback, I love you all.🩷
Sincerely Glo
As always, requests are open!
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I'm so insecure about my English. As I said, it's not my first language, and I'm always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that. So, if you find mistakes, please let me know. I'll be thankful, and my English will improve!
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You can read part one here
"Stop moving. I'm trying to sleep."
he mumbles on your back
"I can't, I'm sorry."
You mumble
"Why? What is happening, baby?"
he asks, hugging you tighter
"Uhm, I'm sorry my insomnia is bothering me, I-i don't know why."
"What can I do for you? A cup of tea? cuddles?"
he asks
"I don't know either, honestly, usually I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling."
"It's a common thing?"
he whispers, almost like he doesn't want to be heard by someone
"What? That I can't sleep? Oh yeah, definitely.”
you say, turning yourself towards him
"Mh"
"You should be tired, you know that? after a full day of work and after what we did."
he says
"I know, Channie, but my brain can't shut down."
"I have an idea."
he says, hugging you tighter, your head on his chest with his hand between your hair
"What?"
you ask, looking at him
"Shhhh, just close your eyes and relax, okay?"
"Mh, okay. I doubt that whatever you're about to do, you'll make me fall asleep."
"Shshhh"
close your eyes
go to sleep
know my love is all around
dream in peace
when you wake
you will know I'm still with you
He repeats the verse over and over until you don't hear him anymore.
You know that you fall asleep because of his voice and the lullaby that he was singing, and the way he was stroking your hair gently, but mostly because he's warm; one time, someone said that he's like the feeling of walking in a warm room after spending the whole day out in the cold. It's true he really is like that domestic feeling.
"Good morning, ray of sunshine. How did you sleep?"
he asks you when you walk into your kitchen
"Oh, good morning. I thought you were already gone and good. I don't know which magic you've put in your cuddles and voice, but I haven’t slept like this in months."
you say
"Gone? No, I had to make you breakfast since I've slept over and used your bathroom to shower. I also used your body wash. Now I know why you smell so good."
he says while working on something at the stove
"That's why the bottle is half empty."
you giggle, hugging him from behind
"I'm sorry. I'll rebuy it for you."
he says
"Ya, it's okay, you don't have to. you smell like me now,"
"Yep, and trust me, I love it."
he says
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm"
"Aaah, you're warm, Channie it's freezing today even if it's mid-summer."
you say, hugging him from behind
"It has rained all night, we didn't notice because we were...umh...busy."
he says, turning towards you
"Busy...yeah...Chan, oh my god, it was...did I do these?"
you ask, touching his neck and chest
"No, no, it was a bed bug."
"Ehi -you slap his chest- I-god, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too. we got carried away, didn't we?"
he says, touching your neck and making you shiver
"Definitely, but I'm going to be honest I don't mind it and I don’t regret it.”
you say, smiling and kissing him on his naked chest
"Chan...-you say, sniffing around- something is burning."
"NO THE PANCAKES!"
he quickly turns towards the stove, swearing and mumbling against the burnt cakes
"Fuck, i-i wanted to make you breakfast."
he pouts, looking at the burnt pancakes
"It's okay, Channie -you giggle- thing like this happens when you're distracted."
"So you're saying that is your fault?"
he asks, looking at you, one of his dimples popping out
"Yeah, definitely."
you laugh
"Okay, put something on. I'll buy you breakfast."
"No."
you say
"Yes."
he says
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no."
"And I said yes."
"Channie, you don't have to"
"But I want to"
he says
"But-ugh, what if people see us around."
you say
"You're part of the staff, and we can go to the JYP cafeteria, the one inside the building."
"Mh, okay, but with one condition."
"Which one?"
he asks
a smirk appears on your face
"I don't like that smile."
he says
"I'll take you to the building with my motorcycle."
"You-you can ride?"
he asks
"yeah, I thought you liked it when I did it on your-"
"Shsh, don't-shut up, okay, okay."
he says, covering your mouth with one of his hands
"You're not reckless, aren't you?"
he asks with a worried tone
"Me? Reckless? absolutely not."
you smile
"That smile...I don't trust you."
"Not my business, Channie."
10 minutes later, you are in the elevator, and funny to say, but both of you choose a black hoodie (mostly because you have to cover your hickeys and not to catch a cold since the air is fresher)
"You copied my outfit."
you say, looking at him
"Do it look like I'm wearing Doc Martens and leggings?"
he asks, looking at you
"No, even if you would look good in leggings, but your outfit is total black, just like mine."
"I always dress like this."
“I aLwAyS dReSs LiKe ThIs”
You mock him
“It’s true, my whole wardrobe is black.”
"Yeah, but you still copied my outfit."
you smile, walking outside the elevator, Chan being by your side
"Jagiya.."
he says
"Mh?"
you say, not paying attention to the feeling that you felt in your stomach after that nickname
"I'm scared."
he says, looking at his feet
"About..?"
you say opening your garage door
"I've never been on a motorcycle."
he says shyly
"It's okay, Channie. There is a first time for everything. I'm going to explain everything, okay?"
"You-fuck, you can drive this thing?"
he asks
"Yeah, she's my baby."
"Baby? it's huge, how can you manage to drive this?"
you shrug your shoulders, looking at him
"I just do it, just trust me okay?"
"I do trust you."
he says
"Yeah?"
you ask, looking at him, and he simply nods
"Okay, big boy, put this on."
you say, giving him one of your motorcycle jackets
"I hope it fits; one of my friends gifted it to me, but she took three sizes bigger than mine, and I couldn't return it."
"It's a little bit tight on my shoulders."
he says, closing the zip
"It fits perfectly; you have protections, so it has to be tight."
you say, zipping your protective jacket
"It's weird. I'm not used to tight things."
he says, putting his backpack on his shoulders again
"Now, move, I have to take the motorcycle out of the garage. Can you grab the two helmets there? and when you're out, close the door, please."
you say, pointing at a wood cabinet. You press the clutch and move backward with the motorcycle; when the bike is in the correct position, you press down the stand.
"Okay, give me these."
you say, taking the helmets from his hands
"I'm going to put the helmets on you, okay, and I'll explain everything."
you say, putting the helmet on him. You do the same with yours
"Does it feel loose?"
you ask
"No, it's perfect."
you can see him smiling even if half of his face is covered
"And now -you press the inter-phone button- can you hear me?"
"Oh yeah, it's like you're inside my head."
he giggles
you turn on your bike, leaving her roar
"Damn, it's loud."
he giggles
"Okay, so -you say, straddling the motorcycle pushing the stand up with your foot- use that thing to get on and sit here."
you say, patting on the small sitting place for him
"Are you sure you can-?"
he asks
"Yes, trust me, Chan, I've been riding since I was 17."
you smile at him
he sits behind you, getting more comfortable once the bike is stable
"See? You won't fall; both of my feet are on the ground."
"Keep your feet there when we're on the road, don't put them on the ground at a red light or a stop sign. You have to put your arms around me tight or on the tank, especially when I brake; you'll feel it, so don't worry. When we take a turn, you have to follow me with your body. You're basically my shadow, or even better, my backpack, so follow every movement I make, okay?"
you say
"Yep"
"Now, arms around me."
you say, waiting for his arms
"Hold on tight."
you say before pressing the clutch with your left and putting the first gear with your left foot
"Here we goooo."
you say
"Oh my god, we're moving, ahah wow."
"Hold on tight, Channie."
you say, patting on his hands
"That's-wow, oh my god."
"You want me to go faster?"
you say once you're on the road
"Fuck yes"
he says
and you do as he said. You accelerate and shift gear; the sun has been out for hours, so the road is dry now.
"How does it feel?"
you ask him
"It's like, I don't know how to explain it."
"Freedom?"
you suggest
"Yeah, yes, that's the right word."
he says
"That's why you do it? I mean, that's why you drive?"
you hear his voice through the inter-phone, and you simply nod.
"Can you go faster? I wanna feel free."
he says
"Of course."
you giggle, and you shift once again the gear, the two of you speeding in the streets of Seoul, zig-zagging between the buses, cars, and taxis
"Oh my gooood, too fast, too fast"
he almost screams
"Ahahah, just hold onto me, and you'll be fine, Channie. Trust me."
the grip of his arms around your waist getting tighter
"You're crazy."
he says
"I know"
"And reckless, and oh my god, I want to do this every day."
he says
"I know -you laugh- should I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Oh, I—I'm not that brave. God, you have a big pair of balls to drive a thing like this. I could never."
"Oh, you could, and you would look so hot in one of these, with a compression shirt on-ush what a vision."
you say
"Are you fantasizing about me?"
he asks
"I mean, yeah, you as a biker? damn, Christopher, I would be on my knees."
you say, teasing him
"You were on your knees for me yesterday, and definitely, I'm not a biker."
he says, teasing you back
"I- you- uh- I hate you."
you say
"Yeah, yeah, it was clear with all the 'oh, ah' that you were whimpering against my ear last night."
he says, placing one of his hands on your thighs
"Oh-you-shut up"
you say, glad that he can't see the color of your cheeks
"Here we are person that I absolutely hate, and it's banned from my house."
you say braking and turning off the motorcycle once you're in the proper park
"Oh c'mon, I was joking -he says, taking off his helmet- I'll never mention cute whimpers again."
he pouts
"Shhh, are you crazy talking about this here?"
"Right, 'm sorry, where do I put this?"
he asks, lifting his helmet
"Oh, just bring it with you."
you say
"So...umh, breakfast?"
he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you
"Yeah, breakfast."
you sigh, looking at him, his hair messed up because of the helmet
"Ladies first"
he says, opening the front door of the building for you
"Oh, what a gentleman."
you say, walking toward the elevator, bowing to the person who just stepped out of the elevator
"Yeah, gentleman."
he mumbles, pressing the number three, and once the elevator doors closed, you talk
"What you're mumbling about?"
you look at him
"Nothing"
"Chan, c'mon, you can't do this after what we did."
"I'm -he sighs- I let you go first to look at your ass in those stupid leggings, so I'm not a gentleman."
he crosses his arms
"Oh, well, I'll make sure to put them more often."
you say, shrugging your shoulders
"You're not mad?"
he asks
"that you look at my ass when you can? No. You literally saw me naked, so that's nothing of this -you point at your whole body- that you haven't seen."
"Mh, good to know."
he smirks, and once the lift doors open, he goes
"Ladies first, of course."
he winks at you and you can do nothing but laugh at him.
after a couple of minutes of indecision, his indecision actually, he brings to the table two tall cups of cappuccino and a piece of cake for him
"You sure that you don't want a bite?"
he asks, offering you a piece of pie
"Hundred percent Chan"
you smile at him
"Do you have to work today?"
he asks
"Uhm... no, I don't think so, actually. I'm here just for breakfast—you giggle—why?"
"I have to meet with Han and Binnie for some fixes on a new song and do the usual Sunday live, so...would you mind coming with me?"
"I- you- you want me in your studio?"
"Yes"
"The one where no one is allowed?"
"Mhmm"
he nods, sipping on his cappuccino
"The one where the darker aura Christopher works?"
"Yes, that one."
"Mh, okay, if you... don't mind having me there."
you shrug your shoulders
"I don't mind it. You have a relaxing effect on me."
he says
"Interesting"
you say, sipping on your coffee
"The boys are already there. Should we go?"
"I follow you, mister dark aura."
"Oh, shut up."
he says, looking at you
"Hello everyone"
he says, entering in the studio
"Hi Hyung"
the bandmates say at the same time
"Oh, y/n? Hi, what are you doing here?"
"I-uh, I saw him in the middle of the street, he was like an abandoned puppy."
"Hey"
he says, sitting down in his working chair
"So I offered him a ride on my motorbike, and to pay me back, he offered me breakfast."
you laugh nervously
"You ride a motorcycle?"
changbin asks
"Yes? why does everybody find this weird."
you say
"I don't know, you don't look like someone who rides a motorcycle."
Binnie says
"But I am."
you laugh, sitting on the couch in the studio
The three men start working on the new song. You're not paying too much attention because
1. you're too distracted by the way Chan gets so severe when he's at work, so bossy but at the same time gentle with his members
2. you're working too, on your phone, but you're working, planning all the appointments with the members and the artists of JYP
"Oh, looks like someone had fun last night."
you hear Han's voice, and you're head snaps toward his direction so fast that you hear a crack in your neck
"Yeah, you weren't home last night. Where were you last night, Chan?"
Changbin says
then you notice that Chan took off his hoodie, revealing all the hickeys and bite marks on his neck
"What?"
he asks, looking at them
"Your neck Chan, what the fuck? What did you do?"
Han asks
"Uh, bed bugs."
he says, typing and clicking on his computer, not paying too much attention to them
"Yeah, a big one."
Han says
"One with human teeth"
Changbin laughs
"Oh shut up, the two of you."
Chan says, his cheeks turning pink
"Who is she?"
asks the two gossipy men
"No one, it was a bed bug."
he says once again
"Do you know anything about this?"
Changbin asks, and both of them turn toward you
"Uh, bed bugs are big these days."
you shrug your shoulders
"Mh, yeah."
they look at each other with a smirk
after a couple of minutes, they stopped asking about his marks and focused again on their work, recording some chorus, laughing when someone went out of tune, and listening over and over again at the song till it was perfect
"Aaaaand we're done."
Chan says, stretching up his arms in the air and clapping at the work of 3racha
"Aaaagh, I'm hungry."
Changbin says
"Me too."
Han says
"Hyung, y/n wanna join us for lunch?"
"Oh no, I must go now, maybe next time."
you smile at them
"I have to do the live so."
chan says
"Oh, okay."
they say
"Bye Hyung, Y/N see you on Tuesday."
Han says
"Bye guys, see you."
you smile
"Hyung, see you at the dorm and make sure to eat, or you get nervous, little bed bug…See you on Tuesday."
Binnie says, smiling at you and closing the door behind his back
"HOW THE FUCK DID HE?"
you say, covering your face with your hands
"He's not stupid."
Chan says
"But don't worry, they won't spill anything to anyone, that's for sure."
he gets up from his chair, locks the door of the studio, and walks toward you
"Ugh, are you sure?"
you ask, your voice muffled by your hands
"Yes, I trust them with my whole life. They're nosy, I know, but we have a rule: what happens or what we say in the studio stays in the studio."
He says, sitting next to you.
"Are you sure? I- I loved hat we did, and I love our bond, but I don't want to lose my job, Chan, I've worked so hard to be here, and I don't want to ruin everything because I had sex with you."
you say, looking at him
"Ouch"
he says
"No, no, I don't want you to think that I'm using you because I'm not okay? I loved our friendship way before what happened last night."
"I get what you're saying, y/n, don't worry, it's just that you're...I don't know…after what we did, I don't know what are we? friends? Best friends? friends with benefits?"
he looks at you
"Friends with..."
"Benefits, you know, two friends that have sex occasionally but remain friends."
"Yeah, Chan, I know what friends with benefits are."
"So?"
"What?"
you ask
"Friends with benefits? it will be our dirty little secret."
he says
"Mh, friends with benefits"
you nod
"Let's start this thing from now, yeah?"
he says, pulling your face towards him
"Yes, fuck yes."
you say, breaking the distance between the two of you, kissing his plumped lips again
"The door is locked, and we have about thirty minutes."
he says between the kisses
"Ugh, not enough time."
you say, pulling back from him
"We can go back to my place after the live, yeah?"
he nods, kissing your lips again, more roughly this time. You shift your position, straddling him, your legs on the side of his thighs
"It's not-that simple to- touch you with these stupid- mhpf yoga pants."
he says, kissing your lips
"You said that you loved them."
you say
"Yeah, and now I hate them; I can't touch you properly, which frustrates me."
He says, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his bulge against your clit
"It's okay, we don't need to take our pants off."
you say, smiling at him
"What- why? c'mon, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours."
he says, frustrated, leaving his head against the headrest of the couch
"Mh, not now."
you say, starting to grind on his hard bulge
"Oh shit, what- do it again, please,"
he says, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth against him. You kiss gently his neck, trying not to bite him or suck his soft skin because his neck is already a mess.
"You- god"
he tries to say, one of his hands traveling around your body, grabbing one of your breasts under the hoodie
"Uh? you're not wearing a bra?"
he says
"Nope, free the nipples, Christopher."
You laugh while looking at him, poor guy, he looks desperate
"Fuck, full access all this time? Why didn’t you tell me? God, y/n, you're going to drive me crazy."
he says, kissing your lips. You laugh in his lips and keep grinding on his hard cock
"Please take your hoodie off, I want- at least I want to see your boobs."
"Uhm, so needy, aren't you?"
you ask, and he simply nods
you take off your hoodie, shivering, not because you're cold, no it's way too hot in the room, but because of the way that he looks at you; it looks like he wants you to eat you alive, literally. He licks his lips, looking at your boobs at then looking at your face, his eyes jumping between your two twins and your eyes
"What?"
you ask, looking at him, moving a clump of hair from his face
"I want to suck them."
he simply says
"Then do it. Don't be shy, Christopher."
"Oh, don't call me like that."
he says, looking at you, his eyes darkened
"I know that you like it, just admitted."
you whisper to his ear
"Mphf, if you don't stop grinding on me, I'll cum in my pants."
he says
"And? there's no shame in cumming in your pants, I love to see you so desp-shit"
you say, trying to find any other word to say, but your brain is short-circuiting, his tongue is moving around one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple, while with one hand, he pays attention to the other one
"I wanna live here."
he says, sucking and biting your nipple
"Mhpf, in the studio?"
you tease him even if you know what he meant
"Mh -he breaks off the contact between his mouth and your breast- between your boobs, I want to live here, they're-fuck, they're like a warm marshmallows."
you laugh
"I'm dead serious, y/n"
he looks at you so seriously that you have to cover your mouth not to laugh. You kiss his lips, making him smile
"You're going to be late, so let me do something for you, yeah?"
you say, shifting position and getting on your knees in front of him
"Oh fuck"
he says, pulling his pants down, revealing his hard dick
"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"
he says, caressing your face
"That's the point, Christopher."
you say, kissing one of his naked thighs
"Please, jagiya, please."
he says in a desperate tone. That nickname again, heavy like a rock on your chest, just friends with benefits, correct?
So you do what a good friend would do, you take his boner with your hands, stroking him up and down a couple of times, licking the tip, focusing on that particular sensitive part, making him whimper.
You take all of him in your mouth, breathing through your nose; you look up at him, his head on the headrest, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment, one of his hands in your hair, scratching your scalp gently.
You keep working with your mouth and tongue, adding once again your dominant hand, just because you can't take all of him in your mouth.
"Jagi...fuck."
"Uh, language, please."
you say, taking him out of your mouth without stopping working with your hand.
"How am I supposed not to say bad words when you're on your knees sucking me off?"
he asks, looking down at you
"You're dramatic."
you say, retaking him in your mouth, you know that he's about to cum because he's throbbing in your mouth
"Baby, i'm-i'm about to."
he can't even finish the sentence that a load of fluid goes into your mouth, you swallow it all the way.
You clean the corner of your mouth with your fingers and stay on your knees, looking up at him with a stupid smile on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He says, pulling his pants up
“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”
“Yes, you are, come here.”
He says, patting the place next to him
“Thank you”
He says when you sit next to him
“You don’t have to thank me, Channie.”
“I have to, I told you that you have a relaxing effect on me. And I’m talking generally, not when we...do other stuff, you know, even when we do them, but..."
“I get what you’re saying, Channie.”
You giggle
“Aagh, come here.”
He says, placing a hand on your neck and pulling towards him
“No, wait, I’ve just…”
“I don’t care, y/n, just kiss me, please.”
You sigh, and you kiss his lips, it’s a quick kiss, almost as if you did it every day
“You’re going to be late.”
You say, touching his forehead with yours
“I know, but I have to do it, it’s a safe space for me, and stays.”
“I know”
You say, pecking his lips once again
“I’m in my studio, I wait for you there, okay?”
You say, putting your hoodie on
“Mh, okay, thank you y/n, really.”
He says, kissing your cheek
“That’s what a good friend would do.”
You smile at him
“Yeah, good friend.”
He echos you
“Bye, bed bug.”
He says when you unlock the door
“Bye, Channie -you giggle at the nickname- don’t forget to put your hoodie on.”
“I won’t, thank you.”
He says, smiling, dimples on full display
Good friends, right?
A friend that has marked you all over your body
A friend you would go to live with just to have breakfast ready every morning
A friend that makes you feel butterflies,
A friend that fucks you till your brain short-circuit
A friend who makes you fall asleep while singing and cuddling
Maybe he’s more than “A friend”
A/N: me after writing this 🏃🏻♀️💨
Tag list: @paboswriting (because of the mention of biker Chan, we have an obsession about him)
#chansshands thoughts#skz#bang chan#stray kids#skz scenarios#stray kids bang chan#bang chan fanfic#bang chan smut#christopher bang chan smut#bang chan x female reader#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x reader
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟO
part 4 (final part) (part 3,) (part 2), (part 1)
summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.
a/n: this is the last part of the series so it will be a little longer, took alot of mental strength to finish this series haha.
warnings: smut, car sex, angst, fluff, swearing
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previously
"saw you two last night." she says, her arms folded.
my stomach drops. "jessie wants you two in her office, such a shame that you have to go home so early, you were only here for such a small amount of time! guess someone didn't read the no romance between staff rule.." she tuts.
"god, i feel soo sorry for you guys, also gonna fail business class cause you couldn't even keep a job here." she says in a fake sympathetic tone. tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall.
"oh well, go on get dressed and pack your bags, better to be prepared before you see jessie." she sighs before walking out of our cabin.
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as soon as dani leaves our cabin i jump out of bed, on the brink of tears. "come here." matt says, walking over to me and holding his arms out. I walk over to him, he pulls me into a tight hug as he rubs my back.
"matt." i say, my voice shaky.
"i know i know." he reassures, whispering into my hair.
"i can't even believe this, we're about to get kicked out of summer camp all because of danielle, i'm about to fail final year business which will ruin my collage application-"
i ramble, but i'm cut off by his lips meeting mine.
after a few seconds he quickly pulls away, running a hand through his hair. "look y/n, none of this shouldve happened, we should just stay as friends yeah?" he says softly
friends?
my heart sinks, he regrets everything? like i mean everything?
we should just stay as friends..?
my face visibly drops, the cabin grows silent as matt just looks at me.
i clear my throat, trying not to cry for the 2nd time this morning. "i'm gonna get dressed." i say, my voice shaky, barely above a whisper.
i grab some low rise denim shorts and a tank top, getting changed in the corner of the cabin as matt packs his things.
"lets go, jess is probably waiting in her office for us." matt mumbles, opening the door to the cabin and stepping out into the fresh morning air.
the walk down to the main building is silent, the awkward tension still present.
as i step inside jessie is waiting, her arms folded. "wont you two please come inside in my office." she says, opening the door into her office. me and matt walk inside.
dani is sitting there, looking guilty.
me and matt share a confused look before sitting down on a couch,
jessie comes inside, sitting down aswell as she starts.
"i assume you both know why you're here?" jessie asks, looking at me and matt mutiple times.
we both stay silent, trying to think of what to say
"well clearly not, your here because of the incident with y/n and dani, i am aware a few days ago there was a fight in the bathrooms over matthew."
i almost cry from relief, this wasn't about me and matt fucking in the bushes. i look over at matt, hes running a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief.
"last night, dani came to me, saying she saw you two partaking in inappropriate activites."
shit.
"like what.." matt asks softly.
"well dani told me you two were making out in the shed." jessie says, crossing her arms
thank god.
"i am choosing not to do anything serious about this incident, but i will be moving dani to the puffer fish staff group, meaning you will not see her for the rest of the summer to prevent anymore physical fights." jessie says calmly.
dani scoffs "the fuck are you on jessie? move y/n away, i did nothing wrong, they were the ones kissing?" she says, throwing her hands up.
"dani. go pack your bags and move into the pufferfish staff cabins now." jessie says, clear irritaion in her voice.
dani stands up, glaring at matt, she storms out of jessies office.
"and for you two, no more intimacy or i will seperate you two aswell" jessie declares.
(5 weeks later)
ever since the meeting with jessie, me and matt have stayed friends, we didnt discuss the makeouts, or the spontaneous hook up. we've just been acting as friends, i hate to admit it, but i think im inlove with matt.
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its the last day of summercamp, all the staff at the camp are sitting around the campfire, loud chatter fills the summer air as i sit next to matt.
theres around 25 staff members all gathered around the fire, matt's sitting on a foldout chair, im sitting on his lap laying myself against him. my head is resting on his shoulder as his breathing lifts me up and down slightly.
"matt.." i whisper, he moves his head to look at me.
"yeah?" he says softly, the light from the fire illuminates his face, he looks unbearably good.
"i really need to say something." i mumble, looking into his eyes. he nods understandably, maintaining eye contact with me.
i start to feel my heart beat faster,
i mean, if he liked me once he can like me again?
"i dont want to just be friends matt, i never moved on 5 weeks ago, quite frankly i think im inlove with everything about you." i ramble, matts eyes widen. i feel his body tense under me.
"you are?" he says, his voice barely audible.
"yes.. and i'm tired of pretending im not because of this stupid no camp staff romance shit." i say, looking directly into his eyes.
"i really want to kiss you right now." he says softly.
"you do?"
he awnsers my question, his lips press gently against mine for a couple seconds. he pulls away and looks around, nobody saw us, execpt for jessie.
jessie just smiles and shakes her head, theres no point in her doing anything giving that tomorrow we'll all be gone.
(The next day 8:30am)
i wake up, xaiver is still sound asleep, i get out of bed and walk over to him, tapping him lightly, as soon as he wakes up and is aware of where he is he bursts into sobs. i take a step back.
"sorry" he sniffles, "im just gonna miss you so much y/n, you've made dealing with 25 kids per day worth it, and youve helped me through getting over all my stupid boy crushes who rejected me." he says,
i giggle slightly, "love ya xaiver, you've been the best cabin roomate." i say giving him a hug. "don't cry please, ill see you when were home okay, i gave you my number and adress we'll still see eachother!" i say, trying to cheer him up.
he nods before getting out of bed and stripping the purple silk bedsheets off the matress, still sniffling.
i finished packing last night, so i help xaiver pack his bed.
i hold up a condom wrapper "why the FUCK is this under your bed xaiver." i say laughing, he slams a hand over his mouth.
"can i be honest" he says, a large smile spread across his face.
"oh my godd who did you fuck!" i giggle, throwing the wrapper at him
"lincoln." he says bluntly
i scream "matt's roommate!?" i yell, he slams a hand over my mouth.
"since when was he gay?' i whisper, xaiver shrugs "i dont know!!" he says, his face bright pink.
after a few minutes of helping xaiver pack while bullying him, the cabin was empty, clear of clutter. "you ready to go?" i say softly, he nods, we walk out of our cabin for the last time. i sigh as i approach matts cabin, hes waiting outside with lincoln, his suitcase in hand.
i whisper to xaiver "i can never look at lincoln the same."
as i approach matt he rushes over to grab my bag, i give everyone one last goodbye hug before matt takes me towards the carpark,
his car is still there, covered in leaves from the trees above. matt opens the trunk, throwing it in before getting in the drivers side. silence grows in his car before i start-
"that was one eventful summer." i say, a small smirk tugging at my lips.
he leans over and pulls me into a passionate kiss. "ready to get going?" he says, pulling away and putting on his seatbelt.
"yeah i think so!" i smile, as he turns on the car, pulling out of the carpark into the highway.
after 30 minutes of driving, and talking about the summer, matt starts to grow stressed, i know he has quite bad driving anxiety so i keep patient with him. "shit" he whispers under his breath as he changes lanes.
he grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.
"hey when you have time can we pull over for a second?" i ask quietly, he nod, pulling over into an empty parking lot with a sigh. i tie up my hair and crawl over the cup holder onto his lap. his eyes widen as he looks at me.
"you seem a little stressed yeah?" i say, moving off him and onto the car floor between his legs.
he nods, "mhm.." he says, staring down at me.
i hook a finger around the waistband of his shorts, his breathing intesifys as i slowly pull them down to his ankles, a large tent forms on his boxers. "please.." he whispers
"please what?" i tease
"touch me.." matt says, rubbing his eyes slightly out of embarrasment.
i pull down his boxers at an agonisingly slow pace, his dick springs out, resting on his stomach.
i rub his tip softly, matt bucks his hips up, desperate for more. without much warning i open my mouth, breathing on his throbbing length. i slowly lower my mouth onto the head of his cock, he lets out a long groan of pleasure as i swirl my tongue around his tip.
"feels so good-.." he manages to string together as i lick a line from his base to just under his tip, he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. with my spare hand i pull off my panties, leaving me bare under my skirt.
i bob my head up and down faster on his length, he squeezes the door handle for any kind of support as his dick twitches. he unexpectedly realeases into my mouth "shit..-" he says, still out of breath. he holds a hand out infront of my mouth. "spit it out" he laughs, his cheeks red and sweat present on his forehead.
i spit it out into his hand, "gross" he mumbles, wiping his hand on a napkin. i sit back up onto his lap, his eyes widen "where did your panties go.." he says maintaining eye contact.
i hover up above his length, supporting myself on the headrest behind matt. "i dont know-.." he says, still recovering from his past orgasm. "you're okay." i say, sinking down onto him, he lets out a breathy whimper as he holds my hips. i sit for a minute at his base, adjusting to his size.
i slowly bounce up and down on his length, quickening my pace each time, matt squeezes his eyes shut, "fuck fuck fuck.." he says, growing overstimulated. "you're okay." i assure him as i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snaps as i collapse on his chest. he pants, realeasing inside of me aswell.
(2 years later)
when me and matt arrived home from summer camp 2 years ago, we made it official, after a year i moved into his house with his triplet brothers, i slept in matts room for the whole 2 years. after a year or so he started a youtube channel, i was in some of the videos and i loved it. i stuck with matt the whole time, even through his worst times.
Im sitting on matts bed as he bursts through the door, almost crying laughing "matt what!!" i say, a smile tugging at my lips.
"you'll never believe it." he says collapsing down next to me.
"tell me!" i say, grabbing his hand.
"lakeside summer camp are hiring staff members for the summer, jessie just emailed me, saying she would love for me to come."
"you're joking." i say, i haven't heard several of those words in years.
"we should totally go, i mean you know what came out of it last time!"
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hhhhhollyyy shit finally finished, took me wayyy to long but gilmore girls got me through it. hope you guys liked this. this will also be my last post for a little bit cause school is starting in 2 days and ill be too tired out in the first few days to write.
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"To all the Girls I've Loved Before" Hazel Callahan x Reader
"And then she shoved them all into her closet, for her eyes only, and it would stay that way until she died…or at least that was her hope."
Tags: Fluff, Nothing big happens really, only one use of y/n, wlw, proof read but it's currently 4:44am and my eyes burn so just ignore imperfections
A/N: This is kind of loosely based on the scene in "To all the Boys I've Loved Before" where all the guys receive their letters, but make it gay, also please don't steal my writing...it would suck
Hazel always kept her romantic feelings to herself…well, she tried to at least.
Sometimes she would have a crush that made her want to just scream from the rooftops and parade around town confessing her love to whoever was the object of her desires at that time.
So, Hazel decided to write them out, to save herself from becoming an even bigger loser than she already was. She would write letters to all of her crushes but never mail them so she could look back and read what crazy things a simple crush can do to a person.
There was only three letters, one to PJ, one to a girl she had met at summer camp once, and then you.
You were the one crush that Hazel didn’t think she would ever be able to shake, PJ was simple to shake after a few arguments and harsh words thrown Hazel’s way…
But you seemed to keep Hazel in your grasp even if you only knew her from that one spin the bottle game during a party freshman year, which was the first time Hazel kissed a girl. Ever since she would still catch herself faintly blushing if you caught her gaze in the hallways.
She had written your letter first, the night she got home from the party freshman year. Hazel poured out all of her giddy feelings about the kiss and how pretty your eyes were underneath the cheap party city lights.
And then she shoved them all into her closet, for her eyes only, and it would stay that way until she died…or at least that was her hope.
It was a regular Friday afternoon. Hazel’s last period being gym which wasn’t exactly her favorite, especially since she had gotten caught up with fight club business and ran late causing her teacher to tell her she was running an extra lap because of her tardiness.
Hazel had been running for a while and stopped to take a breather as the sun shone down on her, and of course she forgot her water bottle in the bleachers in her haste.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hazel saw you approaching and tried to straighten her sweaty and wrinkled P.E. uniform. Not that it helped her appearance any since she knew her cheeks were probably a blotchy red and could feel her hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat.
“Hey y/n, what’s up?” she asks, trying to be cool but cringing at herself for not coming up with something less generic.
You smile sweetly, “Hi Hazel, look I wanted to tell you that I am very flattered, but I just broke up with Josh a few days ago” you say putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry…what?” Hazel says, confused and still trying to catch her breath from running, and that’s when she saw it
Oh fuck…
In your hands was a letter, Hazel’s handwriting clear as day with your name and address on it.
“And don’t get me wrong, that kiss freshman year was great for a first kiss, I wouldn’t say it was like a firework show but I mean I wasn’t in your shoes for it so…” You ramble on a little awkwardly
And that’s the last thing Hazel remembers you saying before she hit the ground
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“Hazel!” You say sharply while shaking her shoulder and she jerks awake with a sharp inhale
Hazel squints as the sun shines directly into her eyes, “Jesus…what happened?” she groans a little as she leans onto her elbows
“Well, you fainted” you say before helping Hazel sit up
She knows that you continued speaking to her after that, but she can’t really pay attention as she looks over you shoulder to see a confused looking PJ walking over, letter in hand
Oh no…no no no no no
“Oh my god…” Hazel mutters to herself trying to think of a distraction and then turning to you.
“Oh my god” she repeats before quickly pulling you down so she’s on top of you and quickly presses her lips to yours, while you shriek in surprise.
“Hey! You two! Get up and stop that!” the coach shouts, which causes Hazel to immediately break away in shock of what she had just done.
She looks over to see PJ staring at the two of you dumbfounded. Hazel jumps up and shoots you a thumbs up.
“Uh, thanks…i guess” she stammers out before running away from both you and PJ who tries to call after her.
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Thank you for reading!! This is my first time posting fanfic so I am actually so nervous, go drink some water you girl kissers, love y'all!
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What are some of your fave wincest fics?
Oh I'm so glad you asked anon! I am always looking for fic recs so I'm sure some followers will appreciate this little one here;
(in no particular order)
try asking by applecrumbledore
“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”
“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”
outside POV ftw
other brothers by homo_pink
A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.
Another outside POV but this writer I kneel at the altar for, absolute perfection. Read all their work, you're in for a treat
Howls in my bones by weefaol
When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.
As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.
weecest
In the garden where sin began by nyoka
Some places, they grow for you.
weecest, beautifully written, so tender
one on, two out by deadlybride
In the fall of 2001, Deacon gets a letter from his old friend John Winchester, asking if John's son can stay at his house for a while.
not exactly wincest but I want to recommend this because it's just a great insight into a young dean and his vulnerability and there's a sequel involving wincest elements. Really really loved this
it started out with a kiss by intrepidheart
Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.
rightly obsessed with jealous dean
the repeated image of the lover destroyed by hathfrozen
"Do you really love me that much?" Sam asks.
Dean laughs, a harsh sound, his body shaking underneath Sam.
"Look at me," Dean hisses, eyes still shut. "What the fuck do you think?"
see things so much clearer by deadlybride
Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.
somewhere there's blue by linden
Dean was just gonna go ahead and call this one: evenings which ended with Sam in a river were not evenings which had gone too well.
nickle and dime by linden
It was unlikely, Dean felt, that they'd be coming back to Montana: Child Protection Services had a real nasty habit of not forgetting people's names.
here's a few for now, I have more but I need to remember the names! I will probably reblog this with them but I hope you enjoy! Also if anyone has any recs please point me in that direction
much love
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Not Like That
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC
Summary: Things change over the summer holiday with Sebastian, and then things get messy. Might as well spend the first few weeks of your last year fighting about it.
WC: 6.1k
Notes: Oh god, the first fic I've written in like six years and I am sure it's shit. I am sorry if characterization is off. It takes me a minute?? I also have zero clue if I want this to be canon compliant or not so there's absolutely no mention of Anne or what happened! Also, no beta so please don't be too harsh. I just wanted to have fun writing a thing and hopefully someone else enjoys it!
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“How else am I supposed to look?” you asked Imelda. “Do you hear yourself talk?”
“Do you?” she shot back, giving you the same exasperated look you were giving her. “If you don’t say something about it soon, you’re going to lose your chance. I’m not sure I can hold them at bay much longer.”
“I don’t know what chance you think I should have,” you said, though you didn’t sound as confident about it. The fact of the matter was you knew exactly what Imelda was talking about, and she was right. You hated that she was right.
“Sallow’s come back a foot taller and just bigger and you aren’t the only one who’s noticed,” she pointed out. “Violet’s determined to slip him a love potion. I’ve been trying to tell her he’s already involved, but considering I can’t say who, it hasn’t worked all too well.”
“I hate her,” you muttered, feeling a prick of jealousy.
“You hate anyone who so much as bats an eyelash at him,” Imelda pointed out. “You can save yourself the trouble but just telling him that you fancy him and snog in the upstairs of the Three Broomsticks already.”
“Imelda!”
“Or snog him somewhere else. I happen to quite like the upstairs of the Three Broomsticks for that sort of thing, but to each their own,” she said simply, shrugging. She was unashamed, and part of you envied her for it.
“It’s not that simple,” you sighed, giving her a pleading look.
“And why not?”
“Because…because…” you stammered, trying to find a reason that would satisfy your friend. When none came to mind as she stared at you expectantly, you groaned and rested your head on your crossed arms on the table in front of you. “He’s going to have a right laugh at me, Imelda.”
“No, he will not,” she said, poking you in the shoulder. You looked up at her, already defeated and resigned to the fact that despite your years-long pining for Sebastian Sallow, nothing would ever come at it.
“What makes you so sure?” you asked.
“Because Sallow’s a lot of things, but he’s not that cruel. Besides, for all you know, he could be whining to Ominus about how much he fancies you but thinks he has no chance,” she pointed out. “Now, come on. We’ll be late, and Hecat swore to put me in detention if I was late again.” The two of you stood from the table in the library where you had been sitting, gathering up your belongings before heading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
“Why are you so late all the time anyway?” you asked curiously as you held open the door into Central Hall for her.
“Flying,” she answered simply.
Of course. It was Imelda - you should have known.
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“Mr. Sallow, why must you always duel in my classroom?”
Professor Hecat was only just leaving her office as you and Imelda entered and seemed too busy repairing the collateral damage from Sebastian’s duel with Leander Prewett to notice the two of you sneaking to nearby seats. The room was righting itself as Sebastian raised his hands up to the professor, taking a few steps away from the dueling platform he had been standing on.
“Because, Professor, there isn’t another place where dueling is sanctioned,” he pointed out, his voice conveying innocence he didn’t possess. You rolled your eyes because you knew full well that dueling being sanctioned didn’t stop him from doing it. Crossed Wands meetings and plenty of adventures proved otherwise, and the look Hecat was giving him also showed she knew otherwise.
“Let’s see if we can make it through the term without you destroying my classroom, Mr. Sallow.”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” he said, raising his wand and muttering a hasty spell to repair the nearby broken desk. It righted itself in one piece, still smoking slightly. “It won’t happen again.” He shot her a smile before heading to a nearby seat. “Imelda, what are you doing here? I didn’t realize Quidditch players needed N.E.W.T.S. Defense Against the Dark Arts,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to look at her.
“I take no chances,” Imelda replied cooly. “You never know what an opponent will do to get ahead, and knowing how to unjinx a broom can’t hurt.”
“If you say so,” he said, still smiling as he shook his head. “And my favorite Hufflepuff returns. I was starting to wonder if you even still went here,” he joked, elbowing you gently in the arm.
“No, still here,” you chuckled awkwardly, trying to rub the tingling feeling out of your arm where he had touched you. It was ridiculous, letting a simple touch get to you, but everything was ridiculous when he was involved.
Before either of you could say anything else, Professor Hecat was calling for the class to focus on her so she could teach. You tried your best to pay attention, but the fact you were next to Sebastian was nothing short of distracting. Words came out of the professor’s mouth and you tried to hold onto them, only for them to slip through your fingers because Sebastian was making that focused face he always made when he was trying to learn something, brow furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out as he scribbled on parchment.
It was the first time you had really gotten to see him up close. Sebastian had certainly grown over the summer holiday – he was broader and if there were any doubts, the way his sleeves were pulled taut over his arms put them to rest. He was a head taller than last year, and you cursed him mentally for somehow having even more freckles. He had left sixth year looking more like a boy and returned for seventh year looking like a man, and you certainly hadn’t been the only one who noticed.
Part of the reason why Sebastian had joked about not knowing if you had come back to Hogwarts was that you hadn’t been able to get his attention before now. You had seen him on the Hogwarts Express, but he and Ominis had been having such an intense-seeming conversation that you hadn’t wanted to interrupt. You had tried to end up in the same carriage on the way up to the school, but before you could tell him that you had room in your carriage, Violet McDowell was pulling him into hers with Sebastian tugging Ominis in too.
Dejected and a little annoyed, you had ridden up to the school in huffy silence with Imelda and Poppy.
Outside of trying to wave at Sebastian from the Hufflepuff table after the sorting, you hadn’t bothered to get his attention. He was clearly enjoying the attention of the girls that somehow seemed to find every free space around him. You could have sworn that you saw Imelda notice the upset look on your face, but you decided to jab at your roast potatoes instead of looking at the Slytherin table any longer.
It was the bell to signal the end of class that shook you from your stupor. You had zoned out watching Sebastian, who blissfully hadn’t noticed the attention. Unfortunately for you, Imelda certainly had. She gave you a look that very clearly said that her thoughts from your earlier conversation hadn’t changed. Luckily, before she could say anything about it, Sebastian was ducking in the way.
“Imelda, Quidditch,” he said quickly, noticing he needed to head her off talking about something, even if he didn’t know what it was.
“What about it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she packed her belongings.
“Tryouts,” Sebastian said simply. “Want to know when they’re happening. Decided to finally try out.” When Imelda gave eyed him suspiciously, like she thought she was walking into a trap of some kind, he sighed and added, “I was told to do something more productive and sanctioned with my time.”
“You’re serious?” Imelda asked. “What position?”
“Beater. You need those, right?”
“We do,” she agreed. She glanced over at you, sighed, and then looked back to Sebastian. “I’m going down to the pitch before Potions if you want to practice before tryouts and I can give you tips to improve.”
You wanted to laugh. As much as Imelda probably wanted you and Sebastian alone together so you could confess the feelings you still wouldn’t admit to, her love of Quidditch won out. Secretly, you were thankful for it.
“Do you want to join us?” Sebastian asked hopefully, looking over at you. “Get a leg up on your Slytherin competition.”
“Hufflepuff still wouldn’t stand a chance,” Imelda pointed out, and you rolled your eyes.
“No, I’ve got Divination,” you told him, choosing to ignore Imelda’s teasing.
“You’re still taking that?”
You shrugged in response. “I like Professor Onai. Plus, someone has to keep Natty company,” you explained. “You two don’t get bloodied up too bad without me.”
“Don’t worry, if Sallow’s any good, his pretty face will stay pretty,” Imelda laughed, and you knew that she was trying to get a rise out of you. Sebastian, thankfully, seemed a bit preoccupied with the comment himself to notice the color rising in your cheeks. You excused yourself with the excuse of not wanting to be late to class before things could get any more awkward.
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In the weeks after, you had seen more of Sebastian, and then suddenly a lot less. Unsurprisingly, he ended up making the Quidditch team. With the beginning of the Quidditch season coming up, Imelda had them practicing at all hours, meaning that her time to try and press the issue of your feelings for Sebastian was blissfully cut short.
Luckily, you could at least still spend time with other friends who either didn’t notice what Imelda had or at least had the grace not to press you about it. Without Sebastian around, you seemed to find Ominis on his own more, and the nice part about spending time with him was that he didn’t seem to give a damn about your romantic life nor did he want to divulge on his own the way Poppy and Adelaide had been as of late. You were happy for your friends, but the constant questions about your own because the two Hufflepuffs weren’t as well-versed in your emotions as Imelda was getting to be a little much.
“What do you think you’ll do once you graduate?”
Ominis had been talking about what his own plans were as the two of you walked toward Hogsmeade. The two of you were friends, sure, but more because you had a mutual friend than because you spent any significant time together before now. You were catching up on the more interesting things now that the two of you were spending time together without Sebastian.
“When we did career conversations with our Heads of House, I thought I wanted to work for the Ministry but something about it doesn’t feel right anymore,” you told him, stepping out of the way of a witch carrying a stack of books with a cauldron perched precariously on top. “Bit mad to expect a bunch of children to decide what to do with their lives just like that, you know?”
“You sound like Sebastian,” he pointed out, chuckling slightly. “Says he might not bother with curse-breaking at all now. Might want to play Quidditch professionally instead.”
“He hasn’t played in a single game,” you laughed. “The season doesn’t start for another week and he wants to be a professional now?”
“Apparently so.”
“I’m not sure I believe that.”
“Well,” Ominis started, “you can ask him all about it later. He’s meeting us here after practice–if Imelda’s left enough of the team.”
“I didn’t know he was coming,” you said casually, trying to ignore the excitement from the news and the slight feeling of dread. As much as you liked Imelda, you hoped she wouldn’t be joining because you weren’t ready for another round of heavy-handed comments about you and Sebastian.
“The second I said you and I were going to Hogsmeade, he said he was joining,” he explained, shrugging. “You haven’t seen much of him lately, have you?”
“Outside of classes? No,” you sighed. “He seems too busy for me these days.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh,” you said, biting your lip.
You didn’t want to get into it with Ominis. He didn’t need to know how much it bugged you to see Sebastian at meal times, talking to the rest of the team or those girls that somehow always seemed to hang around him. He didn’t need to know how disappointed you were every time you couldn’t even get Sebastian’s attention to say hello, and when you did, half the time he was rushing off somewhere. You felt thoroughly left behind and the fact you cared so much about him made it hurt all that much more. The less Ominis knew about all of that, the better.
“He’s just been busy with Quidditch,” you replied finally, in too airy of a voice to be entirely convincing.
Thankfully, he let the topic of your mutual friend slide as you got into the village. You had needed to restock for Potions, and Ominis seemed uncharacteristically cheery in Honeydukes
and you didn’t have the heart to suggest going elsewhere when he wanted to explore. Leaving close to an hour later with your coin purses lighter but pockets heavier, you managed to get into and out of Gladrag’s with only the new scarf you had intended to buy before heading to the Three Broomsticks.
“There you two are!” Sebastian was sitting at a table in the corner, waving at the two of you. Your heart skipped at the look of the smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile back and wave to show that you spotted him.
“Would you mind grabbing the Butterbeers?” Ominis asked, turning towards the sound of Sebastian’s voice.
“Consider it done,” you told him, giving him a pat on the arm before heading to the bar. “Sirona! Can I get two Butterbeers?” She waved to show that she heard you, even as she was dealing with something else behind the bar. You looked around to see if there was other students in the pub, and you spotted a few younger Hufflepuffs and, a few tables over, Garreth Weasley and Everett Clopton discussing something on a piece of parchment in front of them. That was…dangerous.
The only other table of interest was the one you were heading to, and as you looked over at it, you saw Sebastian looking at you, still smiling. You smiled back, feeling a little silly at how easy it was for him to make you feel the way he did.
“It’s about time you two showed up,” Sirona commented as she slid two full glasses in front of you. You whipped around, giving her a confused look.
“What do you mean?”
“Sebastian’s been watching that door like his life depended on it,” she said. “Waiting for you.”
“Well, Ominis doesn’t come to the village often,” you pointed out, taking your drinks. “He was probably just worried about him and won’t admit it. Boys, you know.”
“Perhaps,” Sirona said, but the look on her face showed that she didn’t believe what you were saying. You pushed what you owed for the drinks toward her, and picked up the Butterbeer. She left it there, and you headed over to your friends. You placed Ominis’ drink in front of him before settling in the free seat.
“If we don’t win, I’m quitting,” Sebastian was telling Ominis.
“Already?” you asked, giving Sebastian an amused look.
“You have no idea what Imelda is like Captain,” he responded, shaking his head. “She woke us up before dawn this morning.”
“I feel like you knew what you were signing up for,” you laughed. “It’s not like it’s a surprise that Imelda is…intense.”
“But add a little power over people,” he sighed, “and you’ll be playing Quidditch every moment you’re not in class or asleep.”
“Just the way she likes it,” you pointed out, taking a sip of your drink. “I thought you wanted to play professionally?”
“Yeah but…” he trailed off. “When did I tell you that?”
“I told her before,” Ominis piped in. “She talks to you even less than I do. We compare notes,” he added dryly. You laughed at the comment. It was perfectly true. Sebastian and you would talk maybe for a minute before class or after, but Ominis at least saw him in the Slytherin Common Room. The two of you talked about other things, but the conversation would always turn to Sebastian at one point or another.
Sebastian frowned, but before he could say anything else about it, Ominis was talking about something else. For a while, Sebastian was uncharacteristically quiet as you two chatted about nothing in particular and drank your Butterbeers. Slowly, he became more himself, and you had to admit, it was nice to have what felt like the “old days” back again. It felt like you were back in the Undercroft, and not fighting for Sebastian’s attention.
Once all three glasses were empty, you stood up and scooped them into your arms. “I’ll go get us more,” you declared, smiling brightly. You didn’t want things to end just yet, so another round of drinks made the most sense. You had barely been up at the bar for a minute when your seat was taken by Violet McDowell. She had pulled the chair closer to Sebastian and was leaning so near him she might as well be in his lap, and Ominis was looking almost as annoyed as you were. Sirona said nothing about the look on your face other than a glance over to your table and a head shake.
Unable to carry all three drinks, you instead charmed the filled glasses to float in front of you as you headed back to the table. You let the three of them fall with more force than you meant to, causing loud thuds and Butterbeer to slop out over the rims and onto the table. Ominis, who couldn’t know that he should move back the way Sebastian had, got the brunt of the spill.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered, more to him than the other two. “Just got away from me.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to the castle with me?” Violet was simpering, ignoring what had just happened. “You said you’d help me with my Charms work, Bas.” You almost snorted at the nickname but managed to cover it up with a cough.
“I’ll meet you back in the common room later,” Sebastian told her, “go ahead without me.” Violet pouted, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek and look away from her. She was certainly shameless.
“Fine! But you promised,” Violet huffed before getting up and heading out, ignoring the other two people at the table completely. Ominis was trying to clean up the spilled Butterbeer so he either didn’t notice or care about Violet’s departure.
“I’m going to wash up,” Ominis said, standing up and shaking his hands.
“I’m really sorry, Ominis,” you sighed, and he just shook his head.
“Accidents happen.” He disappeared upstairs, leaving you and Sebastian alone for the first time since before the summer holiday. You pulled your chair back to where it had been before Violet showed up and sat down.
Things were quiet between the two of you for a long moment. Both of you seemed more interested in your drinks than speaking, and neither one of you looked at the other. It was Sebastian who finally broke the silence.
“So…you’ve been spending a lot of time with Ominis lately,” he mentioned casually. You shrugged, looking over at him.
“I guess,” you agreed. “You and Imelda have been busy with Quidditch, so it’s just been the two of us.”
He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Is that the only reason?” he asked in the same casual voice, leaning forward as if he was expecting you to spill about some secret mission you and Ominis were planning. It was then that you realized that you hadn’t pulled the chair back all the way, and with your back facing the corner where the table was settled, Sebastian was boxing you in. If Sebastian had looked like he had grown before, close up, he looked to have doubled in size with him so closer now. He seemed almost impossibly broad now, and you felt nothing short of tiny in comparison. You looked up at him, confused, blushing slightly.
“Yes?” you said nervously. “Why would there be another reason?”
“Don’t know,” he responded, settling his arm on the table as he continued to lean towards you, resting his head against his hand. “I haven’t seen you much this year so I thought…” he started, but you cut him off.
“That’s not my fault, Sebastian,” you huffed. “You’re the one who doesn’t have any time for me anymore.”
“What are you talking about?” Sebastian looked taken aback at your words.
“You’re joking, right?” you said, leaning in a little closer as you stared him down. “You’ve barely said two words for me outside of class. You don’t bother to even say hi at meals anymore.”
“I haven’t seen you,” he explained, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”
“Of course, you haven’t seen me.” You rolled your eyes, frustration that had been bubbling finally coming to the surface. “You’re at practice or going to class or busy showing off for Violet and those other girls that follow you around.”
“I’m not showing off for Violet,” he shot back. “Or any of those other girls. I’m not asking them to do that!”
“And you’re not telling them to leave you alone either,” you pointed out, temper creeping into your voice. “You sure seem to be loving the attention every time I see you. Why would you bother looking up to say hi to me when you have…”
“What are you two talking about?”
Ominis had reappeared at the table. Sebastian slid back, no longer crowding you into the corner, looking annoyed.
“Nothing,” he told the other boy. He drained his entire Butterbeer before standing up. “I should head back to the Castle. Quidditch doesn’t leave much time for homework. I should catch up.” He didn’t bother waiting for either of you to say anything before starting to leave.
“Tell Violet we say hi, Bas.” The words were out of your mouth before you thought about it, and there was a small part of you that looked satisfied as a guilty look appeared on his face, but then replaced by a look of defiance.
“I’ll see you back at the common room, Ominis,” he said and was gone a moment later. You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” you sighed. You looked at your drink, not really wanting it anymore. “Can we go back to school? I…uh, I think we’re getting close to curfew.”
“Right,” Ominis agreed, nodding. “Floo powder is faster.”
“Works for me,” you sighed, letting him lead the way over to the fire.
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The first Quidditch match of the season had the entire castle beside itself. You couldn’t share in the enthusiasm-–even fellow Hufflepuffs were excited to see Ravenclaw vs Slytherin—because it meant having to see Sebastian out on the field. Even in classes over the last week, you determinedly avoided so much as looking at him. Imelda, blissfully, was too worked up about the game to notice.
In the end, you decided to go to support her.
It hadn’t been too bad. Most of the other Hufflepuffs you were sitting with were cheering for Ravenclaw, but you and Poppy were too excited for Imelda to join in. It certainly got you two some looks from people nearby, but the excitement of seeing her score twice in a row made it easy to ignore. Despite your annoyance with him, it was still something else to see Sebastian zip by, sending bludgers toward the Ravenclaw Chasers.
You weren’t any less glad when you two were waiting for Imelda to come out of the changing room that she was the last one out.
“Sallow went up with the rest of the team before,” she told you as you hugged her.
“I don’t care,” you huffed. “I was waiting for you.”
“Why don’t you care? Could have gotten to him before Violet McDowell did.”
“Why would you want to get Sebastian before Violet McDowell?” Poppy asked, looking between you and Imelda. You led the way back up towards the castle, your friends following behind.
“I don’t,” you responded, shaking your head.
“What happened?” Imelda asked. “He was strange when I mentioned you before too.”
“Nothing happened,” you said. “He’d rather spend time with Violet McDowell? Fine. I don’t care.”
“Why does it matter who Sebastian spends time with?” Poppy asked. Then, she stopped. “Oh, you fancy him, don’t you?”
“Not anymore I don’t,” you huffed. “Now can we just leave it be?” Poppy, who you two hadn’t stopped for, ran to catch up with you. Imelda just laughed.
“He might be big on reading, but Sallow is as thick as they come,” she chuckled. “Good riddance, I say. You’ll do much better.”
“I always thought you and Ominis were cute together,” Poppy offered.
“You know, he asked me if there was a reason the two of us were spending so much time alone together,” you half laughed, half scoffed.
“You’re joking,” Imelda laughed. “When did he come to you with that idea?”
“Met us in Hogsmeade last week. He and I got into an argument and I haven’t spoken to him since,” you explained.
“How did I miss this?” Imelda asked, and looked to Poppy. “Did you know about this?”
“No! I didn’t even know she fancied Sebastian,” she said, “no one tells me anything, apparently! All these times we’ve talked about who I fancy and…”
“I don’t fancy Sebastian,” you sighed. “At least, not anymore.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “You two would be cute together too!”
“I don’t want to ever talk to him again,” you said shortly as the door to the castle swung open. “I also don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“That’s right!” Imelda said brightly, “Outside of Quidditch, Sallow is nothing.” When you shot her a look, she shrugged. “He’s a good Beater, you have to admit. But outside of the pitch, won’t talk to him.”
“Am I still allowed to talk to him?” asked Poppy.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t you be?” you replied.
“Well, you aren’t and Imelda isn’t…” she trailed off, looking between the two of you.
“I’m just doing it because it’ll annoy him,” Imelda pointed out. “Sounds like fun, right?” You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up.
“Do whatever the two of you wish, but I am not getting involved. I’m going to the library,” you announced. “I have work to do that I ignored to come watch the game.”
“No fun!” Imelda called.
“What? It’s not like I can join the party anyway.”
“I’d sneak you in,” she offered. “What about you, Poppy?”
“No, I really should go check on…” she trailed off, pointing in the direction of the Beasts classroom.
“No fun, either of you.”
You laughed, waved your goodbyes and made your way upstairs. You were barely a few steps towards the library when a voice made you jump.
“You fancied Sebastian?”
You spun around to see Ominis nearby. Of course, he’d be in the castle. He probably wouldn’t have even gone down to the game, but leave it to him to be right there at exactly the wrong time.
“I…” you started, sighing heavily.
“That was why the two of you argued at The Three Broomsticks?” he guessed.
“No!” you exclaimed. “Not really, no. I mean…”
“You were annoyed about Violet McDowell and Sebastian leaving to go with her,” Ominous stated.
“How were you not?” you shot back, panicking slightly. He was right, of course, but something about Ominis knowing felt dangerous. You could trust Imelda not to say anything to Sebastian no matter how much she threatened to, but you couldn’t say the same of Ominis.
“Why didn’t you just tell him how you felt instead of arguing?”
“It’s not that easy, Ominis,” you sighed. “I really don’t want to talk about this. Not with you, no offense. But not anyone else either. Can you just…please don’t say anything about it.”
Ominis shrugged, and you knew that was the closest to a commitment that you’d get. “Does that mean you spend time with me to see him?” he asked quietly.
“No,” you replied quickly. “Merlin’s beard, Ominis. I’m not desperate for his attention like Violet is. We’ve been friends for years.”
“You’ve been friends with Sebastian, and I’ve been friends with Sebastian,” Ominis countered. “I didn’t think we were friends without him until recently.”
“Well, we are,” you stated. “At least I thought we were.”
“So did I,” he said.
“Then there, we’re friends, Ominis. Regardless of whether or not Sebastian is around,” you told him.
“Isn’t this the type of thing friends talk about?”
“I don’t know! Not always. It’s not like you go around telling me who you fancy,” you pointed out. He chuckled.
“I suppose not,” he agreed, nodding.
“Now, can we please never speak about this again?” you pleaded. “I get enough from Imelda and Poppy just found out and now I know I’m never going to hear the end of it. I just want one friend who doesn’t care about my love life.”
“I promise, we won’t speak of your love life.”
“Thank you, Ominis. I really appreciate it,” you told him, breathing a sigh of relief.
When the two of you parted ways a little while later, you certainly felt better about the fact that Ominis knew. You still couldn’t say for certain if he’d tell Sebastian or not. Their friendship was much longer than yours, but you at least hoped he’d take your desire to leave it alone into consideration.
The rest of the night was dedicated to you trying to forget about the last few hours and actually trying to get your homework done. The number of people in the common room was keeping you more on task for once. If you looked busy enough, everyone would leave you alone, and you didn’t have to speak to anyone. A few people stopped to say hi, but the fact you weren’t willing to more than glance up to greet them kept you in a mostly solitary corner.
Just when the common room was starting to clear out, and you were just about finished with your Charms work, when Poppy came through the entrance. You looked up when she called your name, holding your quill over the parchment.
“There you are!” Poppy sighed, pointing towards the door. “Sebastian’s waiting out there for you.”
“Sebastian is waiting for me,” you repeated, letting the ink drip onto your essay.
“He is,” she confirmed. “He tried to follow me in. I had to promise to come get you.”
“I really don’t want to talk to him right now, Poppy,” you half-whined. You had already had enough uncomfortable conversations about your feelings for one day, and something told you Sebastian wasn’t there to rehash the Quidditch match. Just when you had just about convinced yourself that Ominis was going to keep your conversation between you, Sebastian was attempting to break into the Hufflepuff Common Room.
“He really wants to talk to you,” she said, shifting on her feet.
“Fine,” you sighed, knowing that Poppy wasn’t going to tell him to go away. “He made you promise to get me to come out, didn’t he?” Poppy nodded, and you rolled your eyes, dropping his quill down. “I’ll go talk to him.”
“I’m sorry,” Poppy said quietly, and you offered her a tired smile.
“It’s not your fault,” you assured her. “I’m annoyed with him, not you. Can you take my stuff upstairs? Just leave it on my bed. Please?”
“Sure,” she said, looking relieved that you weren’t upset with her.
“Thanks, you’re the best,” you told her. You took a deep breath before heading for the door. You tried to mentally prepare for what was about to happen. Part of you wondered why Sebastian wanted to talk to you. Maybe make it perfectly clear that the only person he had feelings for was Violet or something.
When you stepped out into the hallway, it was to the sight of Sebastian pacing back and forth. He paused when you closed the door behind you. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, running his hand through his hair before sighing heavily.
“Sebastian, what–” you started, crossing your arms.
“I don’t fancy Violet McDowell,” he blurted out.
“What?”
“I don’t fancy her. That’s what you thought, isn’t it?”
“I can’t believe that Ominis told you,” you sighed, rubbing your face. The squirming you felt in the pit of your stomach was back.
“You talked to Ominis about this?” Sebastian asked, giving you a surprised look.
“Didn’t you?” you responded, staring back at him.
“No,” he said slowly. “He wasn’t in the common room when we got back from the match. I thought he was with you until he came back.”
“Then Imelda told you I fancy you,” you guessed. There was no other way he could have found out.
“Imelda knew…what am I talking about, of course, you talk to Imelda about this kind of thing,” Sebastian chuckled, running his hand through his hair again. “No, Imelda didn’t tell me either.”
“Then who told you?” you asked, the squirming getting worse. Sebastian looked at you, a satisfied look and a crooked smile on his face.
“You did,” he replied. “Just now.”
“What?”
“You just said you fancied me,” Sebastian said, amusement written all over his face. “I wanted to be the one to say it first, but you couldn’t let me.”
“I…what?” you muttered, voice quiet. The words were hitting your ears, but they weren’t making sense to your brain. You stared at him for a long moment, mouth still slightly open as he still had the same look on his face as he watched you process what he had a few moments before.
“You don’t fancy Violet,” you said slowly.
“I don’t,” Sebastian confirmed, chuckling. “I fancy you and you fancy me.”
“You do?”
“Course I do,” he replied, faltering for a moment before pulling you into a hug. The last time the two of you had hugged was to say goodbye at the end of last year, and you hadn’t been much shorter than he was. Now, though, he could easily tuck you under his chin. You managed to uncross your arms and wrap them around him, and he pulled you in closer. As small as he had made you feel at The Three Broomsticks, you were even smaller actually in his arms and you had to admit, it felt kind of nice.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian told you. “About the whole…” he trailed off, sighing. “Fight? That was a fight, I think.”
“It doesn’t matter,” you chuckled, squeezing him before leaning back to look at him properly. “It was about something that didn’t actually happen.” You smiled up at him to show it was all water under the bridge and he smiled back, wider than ever. It wasn’t totally clear which of you made the first move, but then you were kissing and the feeling in your stomach was replaced with the butterflies that you’d felt for the last two years.
When the two of you broke apart, neither of you seemed particularly interested in letting go of each other. The thing that forced the two of you apart was the approaching footsteps of another Hufflepuff trying to get into the common room. Deciding you two needed somewhere more private, you took his hand and led him down the hallway.
“Where are we going?” Sebastian asked, squeezing your hand. However, he made no effort to let go of it, and instead just laced your fingers together.
“Undercroft,” you informed.
“Great idea,” he said. “Maybe we can talk about the match later.”
“If we have time,” you told him, rolling your eyes. “I think we’ll be a little busy. We have a month or two to catch up on, don’t you think?” He laughed, tugging you closer, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you walked.
“Definitely,” he agreed. The two of you were all smiles as you walked down the halls, and you were just glad the two of you were on the same page again. It was even better that the page you were on was one where you were the two of you were planning on spending significantly more alone time together from now on.
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When Dutton's Marry, They Go Big
Request from wattpad mackleann - Kayce and the reader come back from their honeymoon and the bunkhouse crew talk about how amazing the wedding was ( huge wedding 😏 )
"There's nothing that says we have to go back today. We could just stay out here." Kayce had his arms wrapped around me from behind while I was trying to put my shirt on.
Kayce and I had recently got married a few weeks ago. And we had been spending our honeymoon here at the Dutton Summer Camp. I giggled trying to not cave into his embrace when he kissed my neck. “Kayce, we have to go back to work.”
“Your mother doesn’t need you for another week right?” He mumbled into my neck until I spun around in his arms.
My mother Lynelle Perry was going to be stepping down and leaving Montana in the coming weeks since she got a higher job in government. Kayce’s father John was taking over her position as governor of the state. “No, she's busy helping your father. But I want to spend time with her before she leaves.”
“One more day won’t hurt anybody, darling.” Kayce leaned down, capturing my lips deeply.
I squealed when he got the chance to pick me up by my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Kayce!” He carried me over to the edge of the bed sitting me down on it where we both fell backwards on the mattress.
“By the way you're looking at me right now I can tell that you’re not complaining too much.” Kayce smirked down at me only wearing some blue jeans and his boots that he kicked off.
Running my hands up his chest I wrapped my hands down his neck drawing him in for another long round of the morning. “Who I am kidding you’re hard to resist, Dutton.”
“So are you Mrs. Dutton.” He mumbled in between kisses and we laid in the bedsheets together till the next morning when we had to get back to the ranch.
Kayce drove the truck up underneath the Yellowstone Dutton ranch sign. We parked outside the main house where I turned in my seat facing him. “You know we could always hide out in the bunkhouse till the cowboys are done with work for the day.” A smirk was playing off my lips.
“I like the way you think, baby.” He smiled hoping out of his seat and I scrambled to get my door open. Kayce scopped me up before my feet could even hit the ground, carrying me to the bunkhouse door.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and he kicked the door opened. He sat me down on the nearest bed beginning to remove my shirt until someone else's voice entered the building. “You two look just like you did the day you got married.”
“Ryan! What the hell are you doing here?” Kayce broke the kiss, breaking the kiss that we was sharing seeing the cowboy standing at the edge of the bed.
Ryan raised a brow. “I should be asking, are you going to sleep on my bed right now?”
“Oh god! We didn’t mean for that to happen.” Covering my face with my hands I groaned feeling somewhat embarrassed at the very thought of what we we’re about to do before he walked in. “Wait what did you mean we are just like how we were on our wedding day?”
Ryan chuckled with a smile. “Your wedding was huge and I don’t mean it’s just because of who your mother is. But I also mean weddings and other big events don’t really happen here.”
“Ryan, Rip says we have to move more cattle across the ranch before Gator starts dinner. What….what are you talking to these two about?” Colby enters the barn seeing the three of us talking.
Ryan turns toward his fellow cowboy working. “I was talking about their wedding.”
“Ah yeah. I remember that day. That was the biggest amount of people I had ever seen here before. And the food spread was insane.” Colby throws his head back, running his fingers through his black curly locks.
Thinking back on my wedding day I smiled at the memory. Kayce had been dressed in a light white dress shirt, black tie and his only pair of not dirty blue jeans and some boots. I was wearing my dress obviously that had lace all over the train. I had put some of my hair up with a flower crown braid leaving the rest of it down going down my back. Paring it with my light tan cowgirl boots instead of heels. “I didn’t think you guys were so focused on our wedding. We weren’t even that focused on the details after we got to the ceremony and said the words "I Do.”
“Okay we’ll y’all should get out of here before Rip comes and kick your asses or better yet I’ll kick your asses if you tell anyone else we are back yet.” Kayce threatened sitting down on the bed beside me glaring at the two cowboys who were still standing in the bunkhouse doorway.
Ryan raised his hand up in the air. “Chill out man. We’re going.”
“Who knew married Dutton’s could be more demanding than they already were before.” Colby mumbled exiting the bunkhouse with his fellow cowboy.
Kayce ran a hand through his hair looking back at me. “Are you reconsidering coming back home early like I knew I would?”
“Possibly….do ya think we could sneak back to the truck without them noticing?” I asked him, grabbing his discarded cowboy hat up from the dirty floor putting it on my head after dusting it off.
Kayce smirked the same expression as me. He moved forward, capturing his lips with mine. “You are a genius. But we could just drive back to the Summer Camp for a few more days.”
“Fine Mr. Dutton you win.” I caved knowing he wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed. We grabbed our jackets and ran as fast as possible to his truck in the driveway. I knew the day I said yes I was in for one hell of a ride changing my last name to Dutton and I wouldn't change one thing.
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deep analysis of a very obscure thing in lockwood and co (bc why not)
Omg ok (spoilers for episodes 2 and 3 of lockwood and co, and also the books)
So the song that plays when Lucy is holding the ring in episode 2, during the experiment, that she says is Annabel Ward and her lover’s song (“it’s their song”), is Peer Gynt Suite No. 2: Solveig’s Song.
The version I listened to that made me go “oh okay this is the same song” (after playing it through my earphones in one ear and playing the episode in the other and desperately trying to get the timings to match up to see if there were differences in the singing) is by Edvard Grieg — Yvonne Kenny, The Melbourne Symphony Orchestra & Vladimir Kamirski. From what I could work out, the song starts in the episode from just before the singing starts.
The story behind the song is as follows:
"The long-suffering Solveig is devoted to Peer and she sings the song just as he – once more – abandons her. As she sits at the spinning wheel, she sings that although the years may pass she knows that he will come back to her – and that he will find her waiting for him, just as she promised.”
Lyrics:
Perhaps both winter and spring will pass by
And next summer and the whole year will expire
But surely you will return to me, I am certain
And I shall be waiting as I once promised.
May god give you strength, wherever in the world you may go
May god give you joy, if you before his footstool stand
Here I shall wait until you come back
And if you wait above, we’ll meet there again, my friend.
I did an initial analysis and stuff and then did further research, so I’ve rejigged the document I had before to make more sense here :D
Story of the whole play:
The title character, Peer Gynt, is based on a Norwegian folk hero who is a rogue and will be destroyed unless saved by the love of a woman.
He is described as a lazy and arrogant peasant youth who leaves home to go in search of his fortune. He’s very confident that he’ll succeed, but he keeps having disasters on his journey.
At one point, he goes to the wedding of a wealthy young woman (that he might have married), where he meets Solveig. She falls in love with him, so naturally his first thought is to abduct the bride from her own wedding and abandon Solveig.
Then he has really cool and awesome adventures, going around the world and gaining wealth and fame from all his different exploits, but he is, at the middle of it all, deeply unhappy. Eventually, when he is old and disillusioned, he goes back to Norway, where Solveig awaits him, welcoming him home and redeeming him.
Annabel and John Fairfax are sort of foils to Solveig and Peer respectively, in that they are what happens as a result of a different kind of abandonment (Annabel’s murder).
Solveig is what Annabel would have been had she stayed alive and Fairfax had simply broken things off in a more traditional sense (i.e. if he hadn’t killed her), and while Peer is redeemed and saved by the love of a woman, Fairfax is destroyed by it, because he twisted the love into hate.
Now for the parallels between Fairfax and Peer:
Peer is a peasant with little success in life
-> in episode 3, as they get off the train, Lockwood notes how Fairfax “came from nothing”.
Peer has a series of unfortunate disasters on his hunt for success -> Fairfax (in the books), before the Problem, spent his time drinking, gambling, and getting into show business, instead of going into the family business. In the show this does not seem to be the case, but it’s a nice parallel that includes the books!
Peer abandons Solveig to run off with the bride
-> I interpreted this as Fairfax abandoning (murdering) Annabel for his own bride, which is his desire for success. In a way his bride is the Fairfax iron company, because he’s practically married to it.
After the abduction, Peer has really successful and fantastical adventures, very different to the disasters that he had previously experienced before the kidnapping
-> after Annabel, Lockwood again (Lucy says he has a hard-on for Fairfax which I think is hilarious) in episode 3 (just before talking about how Fairfax came form nothing) notes that Fairfax “succeeded in everything he’s tried. Publishing, show business - he didn’t even start smelting until he was in his thirties. Now look at him”. Fairfax by his own admission also worked in casinos, adding another job (or adventure) to his list.
Peer gains wealth and fame
-> Fairfax gains wealth and fame (just dropping in “miss Kingston got her hair done special” because I love it and it's vaguely related)
And this is where the similarities split off from one another:
Peer is deeply unhappy
-> Fairfax seems to be perfectly fine with his situation.
Peer comes back home old and disillusioned
-> Fairfax in a way comes home, as he ends up back in Combe Carey Hall (although this is not where Annabel was killed, it is still one of his properties), and he is old, but he is not disillusioned. He says in episode 3 that he doesn’t regret buying the ring, he regrets “leaving it behind when I bricked her into that chimney” and that he “knew it was monstrous. But I couldn’t throw my whole life away for one mistake. Not then, not now.��� He still isn’t willing to give up his life, because he is perfectly content where he is.
The final parallel I want to note is between Annabel and Solveig. While one was murdered and the other neglected but still devoted and in love, both women wait for their old lover. In completely different ways, sure, because one is sitting at her spinning wheel hoping that he’ll come back and see that she’s the right one for him (cue “you belong with me”) and the other is bricked into a chimney as an angry Type Two ghost that kills people, but both are waiting.
“She’s been wanting to see you for a very… long time, Mr Fairfax” Lucy says.
Annabel is devoted to Fairfax, and as she dances and sings along to the song, he abandons her (kills her). while waiting in that cavity in the wall, and her spirit is bound to the ring/necklace, she is waiting for him.
We see in episode 3 that when Lucy lets Annabel out of the ring, throwing it in the air to set her ghost free, Annabel doesn't attack the agents, or even Ellie who is stood nearby.
She goes straight for Fairfax, because she's been waiting for him. Her devotion to him may have changed into devotion for revenge over the years, but she was waiting for him nonetheless. In a way he did come back to her, even if it was unintentionally, and he ended up being greeted by her one last time.
He is not saved by coming home and finding his version of Solveig, he is instead destroyed, because his version of Solveig was killed along with any love she might have had for him.
#I spent hours on this and I'm not even sorry#if anyone has anything to add or correct me on then please let me know!#belle says stuff#lockwood and co#lockwood & co#episode 2 - Let Go of Me#episode 3 - Doubt Thou the Stars#Annabel Ward#John Fairfax
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1919-Part Eight
So this took waaaaay too long to finish! I've been crazy busy with my summer internship so I have little free time right now. Let me know what you guys think of this one!
Warnings: Language, smuuuuuut (18+, MINORS DNI)
Word Count: 3131
‘What’s it like…leaving home for the first time?’ I asked softly, nuzzling my face into his neck. Our warm bodies sank together in his bed as the sun began to rise, shining on our skin.
His eyes found their way to mine, sharply raising a brow. My smile softened as I stroked the tips of my fingers against his tight stomach.
His chest rose high and caved in such a way that warmed my insides. Resting his head on his shoulder, his fingers grazed up and down my spine. Goosebumps cooled my warm skin.
Every moment we spent together in the last few nights made it harder to peel away from each other. Ever since he had left, I was searching for this fulfillment through any body I could. Other men were good to me, great even. But my thirst for the person I secretly longed for, the touch of the man who knows every inch of my skin and how to make it submit to him, was far stronger.
He knew my heart, even better than Polly did. He read me so well, but to be fair, he can read most people well. This was different though. He empathized with me. He didn’t use the weakest parts of myself against me, like he had done to so many others. He listens to me ramble on about all the things I felt in the moment and all of the things I loved, because he truly wanted to know.
And when he smiles, oh god. My heart aches like it’s the first time witnessing such beauty. It would be a tragedy to go on in life without being the one Thomas Shelby was smiling down on. I felt tremendously loved by him in this moment, even though he would never say it.
I was falling in love with him again. In a way, I’ve always been in love with him. But this love is different than before. This love, I felt, is something more mature and something much more valuable than before. Our foundation had been built so long ago. Peeling back the layers of eachother after the war was something I craved. This type of love I felt for him was so fucking consuming.
‘Leaving was dreadful mostly…but also a bit freeing.’ I tried to imagine what it felt like to leave home without knowing if you’d ever make it back.
‘Freeing, is it? In what way?’
His hand fell into my hair, lightly stroking, causing me to nuzzle even closer to him.
‘It’s hard to explain…I finally realized how small and replacable I am in this world. When you grow up in a shitty little town like Small Heath, you forget that there is so much more outside of this place and these people. It changed the way I looked at the world. We are so finite. It’s humbling.’
His words vibrated off his chest as he spoke so eloquently, so at ease, as if he was thinking out loud to me. I felt my entire body fill with adoration and devotion.
I hummed in acknowledgment, finding comfort in his words.
‘If you could snap your fingers and go anywhere in the whole world…where would’ya go?’
Seconds passed by before Tommy wraped his arm around my waist, flipping me to my back, pining me under him. I yelped before grabbing his shoulders, giggling.
‘Wherever you are, love.’
Goosebumps again.
He smiled down so wide, it was contagious. His dark features glowed as the sun glistened from his skin. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes and his deep dimples made me swoon.
I blushed under his gaze, reaching up to stroke his freckled cheek.
‘Why are you asking? I’ve finally got you back in my bed. You’re not going anywhere, Jas.’ He whispere a bit playfully before leaning down to nibble at my neck.
I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together to relieve the ache between my legs. His breath on my skin sent shudders through me.
‘Or you could take me away from here. Just for a little while…’ I mumbled before my eyes fluttered closed. He kissed down my neck as I spoke. My arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer to me.
He snapped his head back up and smiled so innocently.
‘Alright.’ He said, pecking my lips quickly before practically jumping out of bed.
I sat up, covering myself with the light white sheets, hair falling into my face.
‘The hell are you doing?’ I laughed as he started to get dressed in front of me, pulling on an old pair of slacks.
‘I thought you said you wanted me to take you away for a while?’
My whole body froze with shock and excitement. I knew ‘a while’ for Tommy meant an afternoon away from work, maybe something overnight if I was lucky. I didn’t mind though, my heart swelled at his attempt to make me happy. He never had to try though. I was happy just to be around him, witnessing his beauty and brilliance.
I stared at him with a smile, sheets still loosly hanging around my chest. He stopped to stare back, examining my body.
‘As much as I would love to keep you in my bed like that, you should go get dressed. I want to show you something.
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‘Not that I’m not enjoying this, because I am, but where the hell are we going?’ I asked, seated behind Tommy ontop of Gleam. We were seemingly roaming the countryside, which I didn’t mind, but I was curious as to what he needed to show me.
The sun attempted to peak through the clouds and trees today. We were trutting slowly down a graveled and rocky road, green is all I saw beyond the path. Along with a small farm house every few minutes or so. It was peaceful here. The only sounds I heard in the distance were dogs barking and the crackling of bonfires.
Without answering me, he led Gleam towards the entrance of a larger farm house, splattered along the green hills of the countryside. Its abundant surrounding lands were protected by a low stone wall that winded around the property.
‘What are we doing here?’ I asked as he plopped off of Gleam, reaching for my hand to help me down. My gaze was fixed on all of the open land this place had. I wondered who was rich enough to afford a place like this and what in the hell were two locals like us doing here?
‘Come on, let’s go inside.’ He said after leaving Gleam untied since we were fenced into the property. He grabbed my hand playfully and pulled me towards the entrance.
It was almost as beautiful on the inside. It was quaint but elegant. Nothing too gaudy or obnoxious. It was mostly empty though. The only thing inside the kithen was a high standing island in the middle. The floors were shiny and marbled with a black trim.
Tommy walked in behind me, shutting he door.
‘Living room in just ahead, bedrooms extend to the right of it. Nothing in em yet.’ He said casually, like he had been here plenty of times before. I gauked at him curiously.
‘It’s fucking beautiful, yeh? Who’s is it?’
‘It’ll be John and Esme’s in a few weeks. I was offered this property months ago and with how well we’ve been doing at the betting shop, we could afford it.’ He shifted his weight before continuing.
‘Those two deserve to have a place like this. Those kids deserve something nice and big, not a tiny bedroom in the middle of fucking town. Do you think they’ll like it?’ I could see that he was searching for my approval.
I grabbed his face, pulling him into a soft kiss, in approval of his kindness.
‘Of course, they will! This is so so perfect, Tommy. The kids will be so much happier here. Esme will be so greatful. She’s getting too crammed up in town. She needs to live out on the countryside. You did such a good job, Thomas!’ I smiled up at him, squeezing his hands in mine and praising him for doing something so thoughtful for his brother.
He smiled and sighed loudly in relief, as if my words were fact and he no longer had to worry or question his decision.
‘That’s what I’d hope you’d say.’ He whispered. His hands dropped to trace lines against the tops of my thighs. My dress rose up as he exposed my skin to the cool air.
I hummed in delightment, egging him on.
‘You’re such a good man, Thomas Shelby.’ My hands scaled the length of his stomach, trailing down to his belt buckle.
His eyes grew darker at my words, he let out a low groan. His hands hiked my dress up over my ass, squeezing both of my cheeks in his massive hands. I squeeked under his intrusive touch. Every inch of skin he touched lit me aflame.
I lifted up on my tippy toes to kiss him slowly and deeply as I unfastened the buckle.
My hands stopped as his tongue pushed its way inside of my mouth, fighting my tongue for dominance over my mouth. He pinched my ass cheeks with each hand harshly as he pulled me off his mouth and pushed me away from him. I stumbled backwards, catching myself from falling over my feet.
He stood plainly, catching his breath in his chest as he spoke.
‘Take off your dress.’ His voice dripped with lust as his eyes were dark with desire. He leaned his back against the kitchen island, hands in his pockets.
He wanted to watch me strip down.
My breath hitched, feeling so small under his gaze.
I reach behind my back to untie the strap around my waist. As my bright yellow dress became loose. I pushed the sleeves down my arms, wiggling the dress down and around the dips of my hips.
His eyes devoured my body from across the room for what seemed like minutes. Finally, he reached down and palmed his obvious erection, relieving the throbbing behind his pants.
I drew my lip into my mouth as I watched him watch me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do.
‘All of it, off.’ He growled out as he unzipped his pants and casually released his hard cock from its imprisonment. My mouth hung open slightly as my eyes couldn’t look away. He started to stroke himself lazily, waiting for me to pull off my soaking panties and bra.
As I untied my bra strap, I let it fall to the floor, along with my panties too.
At some point in the process, he had stripped away his coat, exposing the holsters that wrapped around his shoulders and chest, excentuating his large and broad figure. Aside from his exposed cock and lower tummy, he was completely clothed.
I watched him stroke up and down his long cock; I was practically drooling. He noticed and let out a light chuckle at how desperate I was.
‘Get on your knees, Jasmine.’ My heart fluttered and my pussy clenched at his use of my name and his command. I did as I was told instantly, falling to my knees.
He walked towards me until his cock was level to me. I hadn’t done this with him in years. I was feeling much more confident in my abilities than I did the first time around.
It twitched in excitement as his hand fell to my chin and lifted up my face to look at him. I batted my eyes needily, putting on a show for him.
‘Tell me what you want.’ He said, voice flat and dark.
‘I want your cock in my mouth Tommy, please.’ I said softly, my voice shooting an octave higher. My hands rested on my thighs and I straightened my back out, sticking out my tits.
He groaned again, followed by a laugh.
‘I like you on your knees, begging like that.’ He practically whispered, releasing his hand from my chin.
I took this as my opportunity. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, licking my tongue slowly up the length of him before pushing my lips past the sensitive head of his cock. I swirled my tongue along the roundness of it, forcing a sharp inhale of breath from Tommy. His hands fell into my hair, wrapping the length of it around his hands and pushing my head further onto him. His cock slowly filled my mouth, pushing towards the back of my throat. He held my head in place, forcing me to adjust to his massive size.
I gagged slightly as my throat burned at the intrusion. Tears pricked my eyes. His breathing became erratic as his head fell back. His hands still mangled into my hair.
Finally, he pulled back. I gasped, filling my lungs with oxygen. I quickly continued to move my mouth up and down his length easily, using my hand to stroke him into my mouth. I looked up, tears running down my cheeks as he began to fuck my throat. My eyes widened as my throat relaxed and opened up for him. He felt me relax around him and hummed in acklowedgment.
I pulled back and before I could continue, he pulled me up from my knees and kissed me sloppily, pushing my body towards the large red ruh in the living room. Aside from the rug, the room was empty, to no surprise.
He lowered to the floor, taking me into his lap with him, my legs loosely wrapped around his waist. He didnt break the kiss as I positioned myself against him, grinding my wet folds over his shaft.
‘Fucking Christ…I need to be inside you.’ He heaved out desperately. He cupped both of my tits in each of his hands, squeezing. He marveled at my hardened nipples, licking his lips.
Slowly, I lifted myself up. As I did so, Tommy positioned his dick at my entrance. As he did so, I lowered myself down as he watched his swelling member disappear inside of me. My tight opening relaxed and stretched to accomadate his size.
His mouth hung open and he let out a choked whimper. I lowered myself down slowly, filling myself up inch by inch, until I was at the base of him. We both held still for a few moments, looking into each other’s eyes, as both of our faces contorted in pain and pleasure.
‘You are so so perfect like this, love. I love-I love this…’ He stumbled over his words and I almost melted right there as he spoke so sincerely and so truly. He was just a man making love to his woman. I knew this was the real Tommy.
‘Tommy, fuck you’re so big.’ I moaned out as I began to move up and down on his cock, riding him. I let my hands bear down on his strong shoulders and he wrapped his hands around my love handles, squeezing the flesh underneath his hands.
‘That’s it…fuck yourself on my cock. You fucking filthy girl.’ He spoke lowly into my ear as my ass rose up and slammed back down onto his thighs over and over again. His words alone were enough to send shocks through my pussy.
I did as I was told and moved up and down on his length, pressing my hands behind me and onto his thighs, sticking out my chest.
Bearing me down on him, Tommy held my hips in place as he fucked up into me hard and fast. I gasped, my breath getting caught in my chest. My head fell onto his massive shoulder. I was immobilized by his penetration. He was ripping me open in the best way. His cock was hitting the sweetest spot inside of me over and over and over again.
Our sweaty bodies moved in sync as he flipped me onto my back and fucked me senseless. He held both of my wrists in one hand above my head and the other hand rubbed my swollen clit frantically. The room nearly started spinning as the sensations and pleasure and his beautiful face and body and heart hung over me, taunting me.
‘Thomas, pl-please don’t s-stop! I stuttered out, closing my eyes in pleasure as he lifted my hips up with his own and fucked me even deeper on the floor of this lovely farm house.
‘Jasmine…fuck baby, I-I love you.’
My eyes shot open, but his were still closed in pleasure. He didn’t seem to notice the words that had just left his mind and flew out of his mouth.
I tried to hide the beeming smile on my face. Did he really love me? Or was he just caught up in the moment? We had been fucking for the last three days and he had never said anything like this before. I knew I loved him too.
‘Thomas look at me.’ I moaned as his eyes lifted to watch my naked figure rocking to the motion of his thrusts. He looked desperately into my eyes. They looked bewildered and almost like he was regretful. Then I realized it.
I reached my hands up to cup his face and he slowed his thursts, watching me.
‘I love you, Thomas.’ I smiled, hoping this wouldn’t scare him away.
His mouth plunged into mine, kissing me so furiously. I felt the smile he let creep into the kiss which made me smile too.
He kissed me and rubbed me and fucked me just enough to push me right off the edge.
‘I-I’m gonna come Tommy…’ I whispered into his ear as he hung over me, thursting deeper and deeper into me. I wrapped both legs around his waist, getting as close as I possibly could to his body. The only place I ever wanted to be again was under him, protected and loved completely.
‘Me too…come with me, Jasmine.’ He moaned out as he fucked into me relentlessy, rubbing my hungry clit as a massive wave of pleasure washed over every inch of my body. One last hard thrust and Tommy came right after me, filling me completely with his hot liquids. He whimpered softly over me. His face contorted so sweetly. I loved seeing the most intimate parts of Tommy.
As we both came down, he didn’t move from above me. He just studied my face as I studied his. I couldn’t be sure what he was thinking. I was terrified he regretted saying something like that in the heat of the moment. I didn’t though, I meant it. I always did. But did he?
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squeeze your hands (around my bleeding heart)
Author: @billysblueeyes (Ao3: deathinasmalltown)
Artist: @dreaminginpencil (Ao3: ShinyDirtyCoin) & @alicetallula (Ao3: tallula03)
Summary:
“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Wheeler.” Steve has to hide his annoyance with her. “I just assumed Holly already learned how to swim.”
The woman’s eyes widen, “uh, she was learning last summer, but then Billy Hargrove…” she trails off faintly.
Billy was possessed and almost died at the tentacle limbs of an interdimensional monster shaped like a giant spider, controlled by a psychotic (former) human with an inferiority complex.
Not that she knew that.
“Who’s doing the lessons this summer?”
“Oh. Well,” she swallows thickly, “Billy is. I was told he was just doing swimming lessons. I guess no one wanted to take on the job again this summer.”
That takes Steve by complete surprise.
OR
It’s the summer of ’86, and Steve is figuring out his life after the party’s latest run-in with the upside down. He’s agreed to chauffeur Holly Wheeler after her swimming lessons, and it gives Steve a real chance at falling in love again. Who would’ve thought it would be with Billy Hargrove?
Rating: E
Pairings: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Heather Holloway/Robin Buckley
Content Warnings: Brief description of (past) non-con
Excerpt:
“Me? Talk to Billy Hargrove?”
“He literally saved all our lives and not a single one of us has ever thanked him. And you know his relationship with Max is really good nowadays. And I know you two fought that one time, but weren’t you the one who said you threw the first punch, and he had a point about Max being in that house alone with you boys—”
“I remember what I said, it’s just…where do you even go from there? Our entire relationship has been one volatile interaction after the other. Even playing basketball our last season. We could hardly get through a game without him hogging the ball or the two of us not being kicked off the team altogether. That’s why our team sucked. What do I even say to him?”
“Hey Billy, no hard feelings for that fight we had that one time. I know we have a bad history, but let’s let bygones be bygones. Also, thanks for saving my life that other time. Out of curiosity, have you ever banged Mrs. Wheeler?” Robin shrugs. “Easy peasy.”
Steve contemplates her words. He decides that it definitely doesn’t sound easy peasy. Owning up to your shit is very much an adult thing to do. And even adults don’t do it well. Steve would rather gnaw off his own foot than play out some big apology for any wrong he’s done. And he doubts Billy would even want to hear it from him anyway.
Or maybe he would.
This would be a lot easier if Steve knew even just a little bit about the blond. The only real thing he knows about Billy Hargrove is how he smells…
“Did you know he smells like chlorine, coconut tanning oil, and Aramis?” He decides to change topics, instead.
“Uh…no.” Robin looks at him weirdly. “How do you know that.”
“I smelled him, obviously.”
Robin balks. “Am I supposed to have an opinion on this because that’s a lot to unpack.”
“What?! There’s nothing to unpack! I’m just telling you—”
“That you know what Billy Hargrove smells like.” She snorts. “You know that sounds really gay, Steve.”
His mouth falls open in shock. “So, I can’t appreciate the way the guy smells?!”
“Oh. So not only do you know how he smells…you like it? What’s next, you think his body is attractive?” Steve turns away from her and busies himself with the return box by the front desk, piling tapes in his arms. “Oh. My. God.” Robin squeals. “You do!”
“I just appreciate the fact that he kept his physique after everything that happened to him! Plus, he cut his hair to his ears; it’s really curly! That, and his scars look cool! That’s all!”
“That’s all?” Robin chases after him as he goes to put the tapes on their respective shelves. “That’s all?!” She presses herself against his back, squeezing her arms around his waist and practically screams in his ear. “THAT’S ALL?!”
“Get off of me!” Steve pushes back until she lets him go.
“Steve, we have to talk about this new addition to your sexuality!”
“No.” He turns to glare at her. “There’s no new addition!”
“You like Billy Hargrove!” She whisper-screams.
“No! I like women! I hate Billy Hargrove!”
“Have you never seen a romantic comedy in your life?! This is always how it starts!”
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Team JNPR meets Team RWBY's mothers (besides Summer for obvious reasons) and things go well. That is until Jaune is asked FMK between Willow and Kali and Raven. Maybe it was Ruby or Nora or even the daughters themselves. Either way good luck to Jaune in answering this.
Thanks for answering my previous FMK ask!
No problem. I hope you like this one as well.
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Today is a great day, Blake, Weiss, and Yang's moms for some reason came to visit their daughters and meet their friends. They are all in the living room sitting around talking a bit.
Kali: It's nice to meet my daughter's friends.
Willow: I feel the same way, I'm glad to know that my daughter has all of you for support.
Raven: Support? I would call them weakness.
Unfortunately, there is always a person who kills the fun. Just with that comment Raven made, everyone in the room became uncomfortable.
Jaune: (My God, read the room)
Kali: Why don't we play a game to break the ice.
Willow: Oh I love the idea.
Raven: *rolled her eyes* Whatever.
Kali: What can we play?
Nora: Oh! I know a game!
Kali: Great, least hear it.
Nora: Hey Jaune!
Jaune: What?
Nora: Between these three mommies.
Jaune: Nora, don't do it.
Nora: Who would you fuck...
Jaune: Don't you dare.
Nora: ....marry,...
Jaune: I am being serious! Don't say it!
Nora:...or kill?
Jaune: God dammit Nora!
Raven: Well, this got interesting.
Willow: *Concern* What kind of game is this?
Nora: It's just a game we use to annoy Jaune.
Kali: Sounds like fun.
Jaune: Is not fun. Is embarrassing.
Nora: Come on Jaune, you know the rules. Answer the question.
Raven: *Teasing* Yes Jaune, which of us do you want to fuck, marry or kill?
Jaune: Maybe we should play another game.
Raven pulls out a knife out of nowhere and plunges it into the chair she's sitting on.
Raven: Answer now!
Jaune: *Scared* Yes Ma'am!... So... I will fuck Mrs, Belladonna...
Kali: *Blushing* Oh my~
Jaune: ...Marry Mrs. Schnee...
Willow: I didn't expect that.
Jaune: ...and-
Raven: *Angry* Kill me?!
Jaune: It would be an honorary warrior's death of course! Because you are a warrior, and that is the best to go out. I didn't chose you to be kill because you're a bad mom or something like that.
Raven: *Calms down* Your are right. That's the best way to die. I like that
Yang: *Whispers to Jaune* Nice save
Jaune: *Whispers back* Thanks
Kali: So Jaune, why would you fuck me?~
Blake: Mom, don't ask that!
Kali: Don't worry sweetheart, it's just for fun.
Jaune: Well Mrs. Belladonna. With all due respect, and I say it again, with all due respect… I wanna clap does ass cheeks, Respectfully, of course.
Blake: JAUNE!
Kali: *giggles* I like you Jaune, Please continue to be my daughter's friend.
Jaune: Of course.
Willow: And what about me? Why would you marry me?
Jaune: I don't want to poke my nose into matters that are none of my business. But Weiss told us about your situation at home.
Willow: Oh... I see...
Weiss: I'm sorry mom.
Willow: It's ok Weiss, I think you need to talk to someone about it in order to grow into the wonderful woman you are becoming.
Jaune: I also want to apologize for that. Because of it I thought that if I chose you to marry, I would try my best to give you the closest to a happy life. Make you live a more loving marriage.
Willow: *Smiles* How thoughtful of you. Thank you Jaune.
Jaune: Sure.
Willow: By the way, are you single?
Weiss: MOM?!
Pyrrha: *Hugs his arm* Don't even think about it, ma'am!
Willow: *Chuckles* I see someone already beat me to it.
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Hello, may I ask for a Longan Dragon cookie smut hcs?(bc i am a simp for a litteral cookie and they need more content)Thank you!!!
『sips longan fruit tea… oh aren’t we all. I love this little machiavellian piece of shit』
general smut headcanons — gender not specified
tw // nsfw themes, noncon, breeding, double penetration, cockwarming, possessive behavior, masturbation, sadism
NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
Longan isn't a romantic. God forbid, they don't even know how to carry out a proper date without getting stiff, even if it's like twenty minutes long. Guy gets awkward fast.
One thing that he seems to be good at though is sex. For whatever reason, he can do this and not get awkward.
You see my dears, Longan doesn't make love, they're not a "making love" type of dragon. They more prefer the cute ten minutes like "boom boom bam bam bam bam," you know?
In other words, they fuck.
During their rut seasons, which most commonly occur in the beginning of spring and throughout summer, Longan can't stand being around their partner. They can't even take sitting next to you.
Their sense of smell increases, and they can smell your hormones bouncing off of you like a hyperactive little kid on a trampoline. Bro is going wild at the smell of you. So they do all that they can to isolate away from you.
They don't masturbate. It's messy and embarassing. So they do what any sexually frustrated dragon would do and bottle it up.
However they show this kind of energy in very passive ways.
They manspread when they sit in their throne room. God it's hot too. They'll put their hand to your thigh and gently squeeze it when they're trying to tell you not to get too close and chit chatty with the other dragons if they're around. They'll walk with you with a hand on your hip or your waist, excentuating the fact that they are dog gone possessive as hell.
They do care about you... so much so that they wouldn't mind breeding you if that meant that they could show the dragons that you are theirs.
Making you sit on top of them in their throneb room as you beg for him to either allow you to move or for them to move you as you could feel their two cocks fill you up... all at once.
They enjoy your little whines of needy pleasure.
Longan doesn't really know how to be nice, and as well they don't really care if it's in the middle of the night or if you're busy during the day. When Longan says they're in rut, they are in rut. Clearly an indication that they're horny and ready to fuck. They are mean as hell too in the bed. Rough, tough, and ready to make you scream and shout (and let it all out, annd scream and shout and let it out, and it goes on and on and on and on-)
ok nevermind but ANYWAY-
Loves it when you cry. Whether it be from fear or pleasure or pain. They just love seeing your crocodile tears flood from your tear ducts as they have their way with you.
They also enjoy it when you wear different types of servant outfits... like a maid's dress for example.
Albiet they may seem loveless... they aren't. Remember, Longan does care about their partner. If they didn't, they probably wouldn't be alive to tell the tale of how they met the great Ivory Dragon, with all their mercy. And because they do care, they are also great at aftercare and often look for new things to treat their partner with after such a rough, yet intimate act.
Bubble baths are a must. Something about the warm clean smelling water with you huddled against them makes them smile a little inside... and here he thought love was pointless.
They also really like massages and praise, whether giving or recieving. It's a reminder to not only you but to homself that not only they are good enough, but you. You are also good enough.
#infrawrites#infradelivers#cookie run kingdom#crk x reader#cookie run#infra@212!#crob#x reader#cookie run ovenbreak#longan dragon cookie
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Sirius Black x Pureblood! Reader; Run away with me.
So I was thinking this could take place after Sirius and reader pass the summer in James house. Also mentioning that the reader has younger sibling and she is not in Gryffindor.
Y/n walked fast trough the high weeds that grew from the ground and pretended not to hear the thumping footsteps and callings from Sirius black behind her.
“Dove? Where are you going?”-He asked in a playful tone.
“She turned back to face him, a hand reaching to cup her cheek as she stared up at him. In her whole 17 years of life, she had never hated herself so much. Hated how she was so God dammed scared.
“Home.” _ that one word turned Sirius expression upside down, she saw the same eyes she had been gazing at so lovingly widen in terror.
“What do you mean home...?”
They exchanged glances for a little while. They both knew perfectly what it meant, it just that Sirius really didn’t want to believe it. So, they stood in the darkness of the field looking at each other as the rain pelted down hard on their faces.
She looked away from his face as she couldn’t handle to see the hurt, she was causing; while her eyes clouded with tears. "I'm so sorry," she whispered into the hand that cupped her face.
Sirius shook his head, begging her to go with him, to run away, to leave this horrible place in space in time and be finally free. But she stayed in place, this time getting ready to leave and Sirius felt a dull ache growing in his heart. But she turned away to run so he caught her wrist in his hand.
“I need to go Sirius. Please let me, don’t make this harder; please.” He kept the same fiercely stare in his blue eyes as he held her wrist tighter, bringing it to his lips.
“No, you don’t Y/n... Y/n please, come with me. Don’t leave me! Was that kiss not enough for you to understand that I; I need you, I can only breath because of you and only will breathe for you.” She stared back at him, clenching her eyebrows in indecisiveness. Oh, how she loathed his ability to make her want to make depraved decisions.
“With your departing I’ll be only half a man, and I am unable to pretend I’m not in love after all these years. I can’t! I can’t and I won’t! And maybe this is what it takes for me to realize my own foolishness, make me realize I am perhaps not enough to make you stay.”- He was now with his hand holding her in place by her shoulders, he couldn’t let her get away, not now.
“No! Yes, yes you are enough Sirius it’s me who’s not right here. I wasn’t made for this place, for this life. I’m not nearly as courageous or capable to even think of running away. I’m just who I am, I was born in this place of simplicity in extravagance and I’ve always just done what I was told to do, and they’re my family too. I just; I can’t leave my sisters with them alone I can’t!”-And Sirius interjected.
“But you would come back for them!”
“By then it would be too late! Sirius if I ran away the truth is I would just be more scared than I usually am, my mother and father are still very cordial about unforgivable magic and have no wish to force me into whatever business the other purebloods are getting into. But if they one day they do end up wanting that I just wouldn’t bare to live knowing that they’re fending for themselves.”
As she mentioned her sisters Sirius visibly shrank in his clothes and his expression gradually dropped to mimic the pang in his heart. Regulus. It still hurt, knowing he left him behind. Knowing he couldn’t really save him. Although Sirius sometimes thought, late at night or in the middle of heated arguments like this, if he could’ve saved Regulus and he was just too blind or too lazy or too much of coward to be able to give his little brother a chance of another life, a better one.
But he continued to just stare at her in awful silence, and as the rain damped his suit and covered the tear that ran down his cheek, he admired her beautiful soft hair, and her lips, and her eyes, that even sorrowful still managed to flip his heart. Eventually he had to stop, because she left. Suitcase in hand and drenched in rain she left his life and became a memory. A first love.
#sirius x reader#sirius black#Sirius Black#regulus black#sirius black angst#padfoot#james potter#marauders era#sirius black x you#sirius black x reader#sirius black fic#ben barnes
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Fill: Mafia AU for @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2023
Mind the tags y'all! Pretty typical mafia AU bs below but I just want everyone to be safe. Read on AO3.
Peter can’t see anything when he wakes up.
Of course he can’t; what do you expect when you get hit over the head and abducted? He should know better. It’s not the first time someone has tried to use him against Ben, although it would be the first time they’ve gotten this far. Ben doesn’t mess around with his and May’s safety.
This time is different, though, and not just because of the fact they’d successfully abducted him and taken him to God only knows where. He can’t put his finger on why until a voice speaks from somewhere that sounds alarmingly distant, but the concussion he likely has is the least of his worries when he hears it.
“Oh, look. Sleeping beauty awakens.”
Peter tenses. It’s Tony Stark. He’s in deep fucking trouble.
It certainly explains how they got past the security that’s been not-so-secretly tailing him since the last incident, and also the fact that his arms are tied so tightly that they’ve gone numb. These are professionals. The mafia. Ben has been looking into Tony’s case for years, but Tony has never seemed to care before. Why now?
“Aw, look at that. He’s well educated, this one. You knew who I was as soon as I spoke. Your body says it all.” A hand brushes down his jawline, and he jolts a little. “You can talk. If I didn’t want you to, I’d have gagged you,” he continues nonchalantly.
Maybe it’s the fog or the dull throbbing he feels in his head, but it takes a minute for that to register and for him to realize that no, he isn’t gagged. He licks his lips, considering what to say.
“If you’re hoping I’ll beg, you’re wrong,” he says at last. “Ben will come for me like always.”
“You think so?” Tony sounds amused. It throws him off more than he wants to admit, but he presses on.
“I know so.” Even if he sounds more unsteady than he did a minute ago.
“That’s cute, sweetheart. Such confidence. But I have to say, I think Ben’s a little busy at the moment, doll. You might be stuck with me for a while.”
It’s the cool confidence in those words more than anything that makes him nervous. Tony has done something, and whatever it is, he’s sure it worked.
Peter’s heartbeat picks up. “What did you do to him?” he blurts before he can think better of it.
“Nothing, silly boy. Then he can’t do what I want him to. Just left him a little warning of what might happen to you if he doesn't clean up.” A finger brushes his cheek again.
The shiver goes down his spine before he can help it. Both at the touch, and at the threat. It’s obviously a thinly veiled threat. “I’m not afraid of you,” he tells him, trying for strong and confident, but that’s not how it comes out. More uncertain and wobbly.
Tony just chuckles. “You shouldn’t be. Not for that, anyway. If I have to kill you, I’ll just be supervising. My men are much more creative with making it painful and drawn out than I am.” He pauses, and the gentle touch on his jawline turns to a firm grip on his jaw. “Now, in between... that’s what you should be afraid of, because that’s all me, sweetheart.”
Peter gulps involuntarily. Okay, that’s scarier than he cares to admit. Tony has quite the reputation himself, and it takes a physical effort not to run through every story he’s ever heard. And there’s a lot; good, bad, scary, and of course downright hot.
He pushes the thoughts away. “Got special plans for me, do you?” He’s going for sarcastic, but then it also falls short.
Tony chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.”
The threat in the words is, again, barely bothered to be concealed. It’s dangerous and scary and yet somehow thrilling in the implication.
Peter flushes when he starts to indeed think of some ideas, and Tony’s chuckle only makes him turn a deeper shade of red. Then he releases his chin and steps away. Peter almost mourns the absence of his heat.
“Take him to a room and lock him up. I have to make some calls before anything else. Besides, I gave his uncle a day to respond before I show him how serious I am.”
They throw him in a room, cutting the rope on his arms and leaving him there.
Eventually the feeling comes back to his arms, even if it takes several minutes of shaking on the floor from the intense pins and needles sensation running through them. Then he pulls off the blindfold.
He’s just in a bedroom, he sees, when his eyes finally return to normal. It’s a surprisingly normal room — not an obvious cell, although there are no windows.
He climbs unsteadily into bed. There’s not much else to do. Even if he really thought he could make it out of this impenetrable house — which he honestly doesn’t — he’s fairly sure he’s concussed. His head is pounding so hard that standing is uncomfortable. If he’s going to try to escape, now isn’t the time to waste that opportunity.
Despite the conflict raging in every inch of his body, he falls asleep.
When he wakes up, he can sense immediately that he’s in a different place. Not only because of the difference he can feel in the sheets — rougher, obviously meant to be disposed of, not to be comfortable — but because of exactly how much difference he can feel. He’s been stripped down to his boxers. Fuck.
Once again, the first thing he hears is Tony Stark's voice.
“Welcome back to the world of the living, sweetheart.”
Peter ignores him, testing his bonds. His ankles are bound and spread wide. His arms, oddly enough, are not. He pushes himself into a sitting position and pulls off the blindfold, looking around and spotting Tony for the first time.
He’s shorter than he realized, he thinks, but still gives off the tall, dark, intimidating appearance. He radiates a charisma and sense of control that makes Peter’s hair stand on end because he knows it’s not the good kind. Yet it’s still damn attractive.
And alarming, because every other time he’s seen Tony Stark, while from a distance or on surveillance, he’s been impeccably dressed, the pure channel of that control. Now he’s dressed casually, in ripped blue jeans and a ratty band tee shirt that looks like it’s seen more years than Peter has lived.
The choice isn’t lost on him. The disposable room they are in, hella less expensive clothes than what Tony normally wears... It's obvious what’s happening next. His stomach clenches with fear that he swallows down. Panicking won’t help.
Tony must read the immediate panic on his face, because his expression softens, just a fraction. “Relax. We still have time. That’s why I let you wake up first.”
Let him wake up. They'd drugged him.
“How long was I out?” He needs to know.
Tony presses his lips together as if considering how much to tell him. “A while,” he says at last. “Long enough for your uncle to think he was going to get away with something.”
Peter swallows hard. He’d known that Ben wouldn’t give into whatever demands Tony had sent him, not right away, but the words still send a spike of fear through his gut. “What are you going to do to me?”
Tony shrugs, standing up. He grabs something off the table he’s been sitting at, and Peter realizes it’s a tray of... food?
“Right now, I’m going to make you eat, because you’re going to need it. Then we’ll get started.” He sets the tray on his lap.
Peter tenses, both at the closeness and his words. “Is it drugged again?”
“After, it might be,” Tony tells him, with a flippant honesty that takes him by surprise. “But no, not this time. I need you awake to film.”
“Film what?” Peter presses. He doesn’t want to know, but he needs to.
Tony takes a step away from him and heaves a sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. Despite the severity of his words, the elder man's demeanor is a lot more casual than before. “Don’t worry about it right now. I’m not going to mutilate you. Not if I don’t have to. Hurting kids is hardly fun, you know. I’m not a psychopath, believe it or not.”
Peter frowns, not sure if he should believe that, nor why Tony would tell him that. He just nods and starts eating. Tony probably isn’t going to tell him anymore right now, and he's not sure he would like it even if he did.
He eats as much as he thinks he can stomach, then stops, pushing the tray away. Tony gets up immediately from where he'd settled in a metal chair in the corner to retrieve it.
Peter waits until he’s close, then lays a hand on his arm when he reaches for the tray. He feels Tony stiffen, but he’s not immediately batted off. “What?”
“Please tell me what you’re going to do to me.” He’s not going to beg, he’s better than that, but he will ask. It’s obvious how badly it’s getting to him, but when he looks up at Tony, the mobster doesn’t look amused like he did earlier. Just tired, maybe a little wary.
“Are you sure you want me to tell you?”
Peter hesitates. No. But he feels like he needs to know.
Tony just shakes his head. The hesitation is answer enough for him. “Then don’t ask.” He takes the tray and leaves.
Tony doesn’t return for a half hour or so. By the time he does, Peter has tried every thing to get out of his bonds unsuccessfully. He can’t even reach them, nor does he know what he’d do if he could. These are real cuffs, sized to him. Not ropes or a cheap pair of handcuffs.
If Tony was alerted to any of his attempts, he doesn’t seem to care. He walks right over and pushes against his shoulder. “Lay down.”
Peter makes a feeble attempt at resisting. “Why?”
“You know why. Lay. Down.” The words leave no room for argument. Then Tony adds, softer, “If I have to force you, this will be worse than it has to be.”
That much Peter knows is true, and he knows struggling will be futile, at least this time. So he lays down. Whatever he can do to make this as easy to get through as possible...
Tony cuffs his arms in and pulls the blindfold back over his eyes. Peter hears his footsteps move away, and the faint sounds of him messing with something from far away before he mutters, “Alright. Showtime.”
The seconds tick away as Tony returns to the bed, and Peter immediately tenses. He’s seen enough and heard enough about Tony to know how much this is going to hurt. He can sense the change in the man’s demeanor without him even opening his mouth. The casual clothes don't make him any less terrifying when he slips back into his more terrifying persona. Any warmth seems to seep out of the room.
Despite Peter's expectations, pain isn’t what comes next. A hand touches his chest, humming a little as it travels down, and then he feels the edge of his boxers being lifted. In the second it takes him to register exactly what’s going on, they’ve been cut straight down each leg.
Peter swallows hard. Fuck. He honestly doesn’t know if this is better or worse than the immense amount of pain he’d been expecting.
Tony chuckles, and it’s a cold, emotionless sound, so unlike how he’d spoken to him a few minutes ago.
“Such a pretty boy. You’d have made someone very happy someday. It’s a shame I have to do this. But you can thank your uncle for that.”
A hand runs down his chest again, fingers drawing slowly from his collarbone down to his nipple, rubbing a tight circle around it.
A gasp leaves Peter's mouth before he can help it. He can almost hear the way Tony smirks at the sound. “Easy, darling. We’ve barely started.”
Peter cinches his eyes shut, glad for the blindfold to hide it. Tony’s hand travels lower, nails gently scraping down his stomach, light enough to tickle but also leave barely-there marks. He squirms under the touch, eliciting another chuckle from the mobster.
"There there. I’ll get there eventually, sweetheart. Although I don’t know if you’ll like it when I do.” The fingers trailing between his hips pause in their descent. “Anything you’d like to say to your uncle before we get started?”
Peter licks his lips. “You’re not getting anything from me, Mr. Stark. Go to hell.”
Tony chuckles. “Fair enough.” He presses something hard and leathery into Peter’s mouth, and the younger man bites it automatically, wishing he didn’t feel grateful for it. At least he doesn’t have to worry about what he says now.
The mobster climbs on the bed and settles between his legs. His hands run up Peter's bare thighs, the motion soft but his palms rough and calloused against his skin. He’s surprisingly gentle, thumbs rubbing little circles against his hip bones as if to try to soothe him for just a second before one presses down, the other moving to wrap around his cock.
And fuck, he’s hard and he definitely should not be. By all definitions, he was hurt and abducted, and there’s no denying that this is rape. Or at least Tony intends it to be, but for some reason Peter isn’t entirely sure he doesn’t like it.
Okay, to say he’d always been fascinated by the mob boss would be an understatement. It was hard not to be, with Ben having spent so many years telling him about him, pouring over case files and trying his damndest to implicate him in something, somehow. And maybe Peter had started to join him with the intention to help. Up until now, he's convinced himself that was all his interest was about.
Now his own body was ousting him.
Ben wouldn’t see anything besides what Tony was doing to him. But both of them could feel it even before Tony starts stroking him with one of those calloused hands, and a nearly pornographic moan tears from his throat, barely muffled at all by the gag.
Tony strokes him agonizingly slowly, making him feel things that he absolutely shouldn’t. To Peter's credit, he really tries to keep from giving into the feeling, and it actually takes several minutes before his body really begins to betray him. When the pleasure starts to build and he feels the hand that splays over his stomach as if wanting to feel when his abdomen started to seize, he suddenly realizes what’s happening.
Tony is teasing him. He has no intention of letting him come. And this is Ben’s punishment, watching him be edged on camera.
So why the fuck does it feel so good? Why isn’t he terrified out of his mind?
He should be terrified. But instead, the only fear he feels right now is fear of Tony stopping. All he can focus on is the feeling of the hand on his dick and the nails tickling his stomach, muscles clenching, the pressure building until he’s so close, desperately trying to fight the hand that presses firmly down over his stomach when he starts trying to chase the pleasure himself and then-
He lets out a choked cry when Tony pulls away, despite knowing it was coming. Fuck, it was only one and he’s so hard it hurts.
Tony chuckles dryly, though this time he doesn’t sound very amused. “Easy, sweetheart," he murmurs, and then louder, for the camera, "We’re only getting started."
Peter groans, unable to help himself. He tilts his head back, squeezing his eyes tight under the blindfold. It can’t get worse than this, can it? But he knows it can.
It gets a lot worse, apparently, because Tony apparently has no intention of keeping things informal. Maybe he’s just not too worried since he doesn’t intend to let Peter come, but Peter still doesn’t expect it when he feels something warm and wet wrap around the tip of his cock.
Tony Stark is sucking his dick. His first blowjob, and he won’t even get to come.
Tony’s mouth slides down his cock, and Peter groans again, writhing under him. The mob boss’s hands press into his hips firmly, keeping him flat against the bed as he hollows his cheeks out and sucks.
It just feels so good and so bad at the same time. He doesn’t know how to handle it. He writhes and moans and tries to arch, and the man above him makes sure he gets absolutely nowhere.
He hardly realizes how overwhelmed he really is until Tony pulls away and a choked sob tears itself from his throat. Tony makes a low, almost intrigued hum at the sound.
“There, there, precious. Don’t cry.”
He jumps a little when he feels those rough fingers brush his cheek, and realizes suddenly the blindfold is wet. He hadn’t even noticed.
“Just one more, this time,” Tony promises, voice low and throaty. “Then you can tell uncle all about it and we’ll call it a day.”
Peter's groan is his only attempt at a response. Tony runs his hands down his chest again, teasing his nipple for a few sparse seconds, just enough to make him whine a little, before moving all the way back to his hips.
“If you breathe, it’s easier,” Tony reminds, sounding almost pitying. “You should hope your uncle doesn’t go too long. Too much of this and you’ll be used to it. I could turn you into such a pretty little slut.”
Peter whimpers, tilting his head back. He wishes his cock didn’t throb at the words, the idea of it, but it does.
Tony chuckles quietly, apparently feeling it as he starts stroking him again. “You like that, baby boy? Does that turn you on? The idea of being mine? Being a slut for me?”
Peter groans, trying to squirm again. “Please,” he tries to say, but the gag doesn’t allow him to.
Tony gets the gist, though. “Please what, darling? Want me to keep you? Want me to do this to you all the time?” His voice is dark, dangerous, and accompanied by a gentle squeeze on his cock.
Peter moans, unable to help himself. Fuck, it’s hot and scary and intriguing and he should be so fucking scared, but then the elder man’s hot mouth is sucking at his balls and any thoughts of the threat melt away immediately, replaced by the feel of his impending orgasm, the blood rushing in his ears, and the sound of his own choked moans.
Tony pulls away again, leaving him straining against his bonds and moaning. Peter isn't even sure how long it takes him to settle down, but when he does, Tony leans over again, pulling whatever he’d shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag out of his mouth.
“Last chance, sweetheart. Anything you want to say to the camera?”
Peter sucks in a greedy, unhindered breath. It takes a moment to register what Tony’s asking, but he manages to pant out, “Go to hell.” Only this time he doesn’t know who he’s directing it towards.
Tony just sighs dramatically, getting up and shutting off the camera. A moment later, he returns to the bed. It creaks as he crawls on the other side and settles beside Peter.
The blindfold slips up onto his forehead, and Peter blinks a few times. The world goes in and out of focus for a minute as his eyes readjust.
Tony is beside him. He presses something against his lips, and Peter opens automatically. He probably shouldn’t, especially considering what just happened, but he does.
As it turns out, it’s just a straw. Peter greedily sucks down a few drinks until his senses return enough, he turns his head away. “I don’t want you to drug me again,” he mumbles. If it is drugged, it's far too late now, but...
“It’s just water. Not drugged. Drink,” Tony orders.
Peter complies. He doesn’t know that he entirely trusts that, but he’s dying of thirst. He drinks the rest of the glass in a few swallows.
The automatic movement and the cold water calm him, as it’s probably supposed to. Tony releases the cuffs while he’s preoccupied, and takes Peter by surprise when he keeps a hold of his wrists and begins to rub the circulation back into them. “Tell me how you feel.”
“Does it matter?” Peter drops his eyes to Tony's hands, unable to look him in the eyes.
Tony releases one wrist to grab his chin, tapping his head up. The elder man's eyes are dark and serious. “Yes. It does.”
Peter closes his eyes. “It hurts,” he admits.
He hears Tony sigh. “Hurts less than what the guys thought I should do.” What he would have done to an adult, he didn’t have to say.
Peter understands it anyway. “I know,” he mutters. Is it odd that he feels grateful, in that respect? Probably not as odd as him being unable to decide whether he had actually liked any of it.
“If it means anything, I apologize. And if you want me to... I won’t make you suffer another day.”
Peter’s head snaps up, eyes wide as saucers. “What?” He knows he should think logically about it, that Tony can’t possibly actually mean that he would kill him, not with Ben’s job still hanging in the balance, but panic overrules his better senses for a moment.
Tony realizes instantly, gripping his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean I’d kill you. Christ. I was offering to let you come.”
Peter stares at him for a second. The hand on his shoulder feels unnaturally heavy. He slowly leans away, unsure. “You’re messing with me.”
Tony catches his chin, making him meet his eyes. “No. There’s no point. I’m not going to say I won’t have to tease you again if I have to do another, because I very well may. But I won’t make you sit like this all night.”
Peter wets his lips. His mouth still feels impossibly dry. “I... would appreciate that,” he whispers, lowering his eyes again. The offer is more than kind, all things considered. He can't fathom why Tony would actually do it, and he's still on the fence as to whether to believe him, despite the little seed of hope it gives him.
Something in Tony's face softens, just a little, at the quiet admission. “Ask me, then. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I assume we’re still talking about sexually.”
The elder man smiles, but it’s dry and humorless. He anticipates what Peter is thinking without missing a beat. “I’ll let you go when Ben does what he’s supposed to. That’s it. Unless you have a reasonable request in the meantime...”
“Clothes, maybe?”
Tony tilts his head in acknowledgement. “Maybe I can give you something. After. If you still want to come.”
Peter presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. It shouldn’t be embarrassing, all things considered. Maybe it only is because it’s a fantasy taken to a whole different level than what he ever could have anticipated. But it’s hard not to flush when he murmurs, “Yes, please, sir.”
At least it seems to affect Tony, too. He inhales a sharp breath. “It’s a shame. You would be such a pretty, trainable little slut too,” the mobster murmurs, and Peter jumps a little when he trails a finger down the line of his jaw. “I know I was teasing you earlier, but... you are very turned on. You really did enjoy that, didn't you?”
Peter turns even deeper scarlet at the question, if that’s even possible. “No. Yes. I mean– I don’t know." He may as well admit that much. Tony has already seen right through him.
Tony hums as if considering this. He pulls Peter's hands away from his face, his grip firm but not harsh. Peter's eyes are bloodshot when he looks up at him again. “But you want to come?”
“Please.” It’s okay to beg now that the camera is off, right?
Tony’s face flickers with bemusement, but if he’s thinking the same thing, he doesn’t say it. “How?”
“I get a choice?” Peter asks, wary.
Tony just shrugs. “Considering what I just put you through and likely will do again? Why not.”
Peter nods once, licking his lips. There’s an immediate answer that comes to his head, of course, but does he want to ask for it? Is he even capable of asking for it? He honestly doesn’t know if he can get the words out.
And should he? What if the camera really isn’t turned off? What if Tony is messing with him to hurt him more? But then, why would he? He has total control already. There’s not much point. Breaking Peter too much won’t do anything for him if he intends to let him go, after all. Ben could easily take back whatever it is Tony is making him say or do for him if he damages Peter too much.
Tony’s quiet chuckle is what jolts him out of his thoughts. “If that’s what you want, all you had to do is say so, sweetheart,” he says, and Peter’s blush colors his cheeks anew as he realizes he’d drifted off in thought staring at Tony’s mouth.
Well. At least he doesn’t have to ask now. Tony flashes him what can only be described as a wicked grin and moves to settle between his legs.
Tony runs his hands over Peter’s thighs again. The motion is light and gentle, this time, and Peter rests his head back, taking a breath.
But Tony isn’t going to just do this and let him forget exactly who it is between his legs and why. He presses a kiss to Peter’s hipbone, catching him off guard. “Was this your first?”
Peter watches him with cautious eyes, still unsure. “Yes.” If Tony's words during the video were anything to go by, he doubts it will surprise him.
Tony doesn't seem surprised, but he is quiet for a long moment. “Let me make it up to you, then. I just need something from you, first."
There it is. The catch he’d been expecting. He’s already cursing himself for being so gullible, wondering if he can really hold out another day for Ben when this one has already been a mixture of every fantasy he's ever had and also literal hell, and then-
“A kiss.”
That’s the last thing Peter was expecting to hear. "What?"
“You heard me. I want you to bring your pretty self over here and kiss me. Or let me kiss you. I’ll take either.”
“Why?” Peter can’t help asking. If he was confused before, he's even more so now. Tony must know that he doesn't have much to give him in return, sure, but a kiss was not the kind of extortion that he'd been expecting.
“Because I don’t want to take the choice away from you to do it, and I might have to later if you don’t. Besides, if I’m going to ruin you, I may as well do it completely.” Tony smirks, nails trailing, ticklishly light, down his stomach and onto his thighs.
Peter's muscles clench under the touch, but he can’t bring himself to pull away. It’s not as if it isn’t true. Tony just doesn’t know exactly how much he’s already ruined him, and the reality is that he's barely done anything compared to what Peter knows he's capable of. Hell, that just might be the problem.
“By that logic, are you going to fuck me, too?” The words come out before he can really think through what he’s asking.
Tony straightens a little, taken aback by the question for a moment before his expression smooths out again. “I… No. It would take a lot for me to get to that point,” he tells him, though the words come slowly, as if he is weighing their truth while he says them. “A wide variety of torture would come first, especially in your case. The assignment I gave your uncle isn’t that big of an ask. I’m not anticipating that happening.”
Peter lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, not sure if he feels relieved or disappointed by the words. “Right.” He hesitates to ask, given Tony has already given him more than he was expecting, but… the elder man has hinted at it too many times for him to not feel the need to ask. “What are you anticipating, then?”
Tony's expression darkens. The bite of his nails suddenly seems to be a bit firmer on his skin, toeing the previously unnoticed line between teasing and pinching.
“More denials, probably. Ben will have responded to what happened by morning. I’m sure he’ll try to negotiate. I may or may not accept, depending on how what he says holds up to what my intelligence says.”
“What if he still refuses?”
“Don't worry about that right now." It's not a reassuring answer.
“But–"
“I said we’ll worry about it then,” Tony responds, cutting him off. His tone is sharp, and Peter is still struck with a sudden fear that maybe he’d pushed his kindness just a little too far, overstepping the boundaries that were never defined but had to be there. "I don't like to repeat myself Peter. If you're looking for promises, I can't make any. Situations like this can change with the snap of my fingers." The implication isn't missed on Peter, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it when the other man continues.
"Now–" Tony grips his cock suddenly, making him jolt a little at the pleasant-painful touch. “Do you want me to suck your dick or not?”
The words, combined with the touch, make his cock throb. It's a distraction tactic, but an effective one, throwing him completely off the topic. “Yes, please.” Peter's words are barely a whimper.
“Then shut up before I fill your babbling mouth with mine,” Tony mutters, but before Peter can respond or even apologize, Tony's lips are wrapping around the head of his cock again and everything he might have been going to say is lost.
Tony’s mouth is hot and wet and frankly more amazing than he imagined, even after the half-assed first blowjob. His tongue slides against the underside of Peter’s length, pressing gently in all the right places to make him cry out and convulse under him. The addition of being able to see him do it is almost enough to make Peter blow his load immediately, but he tried to hold off. This is not an opportunity that he wants to waste, after all. If this isn't enough to satisfy him… well, he's going to be hurting for it tomorrow, that's for certain.
Between his newness and his hyper arousal, it still doesn't take very long for Tony to make him come. Tony’s mouth moves from his cock to attend to his balls, one hand still stroking him repeatedly, and even with his eyes squeezed closed, that’s all it takes for him to come with a strangled yell, spilling all over Tony's hand and his own stomach.
He’s vaguely aware of Tony dropping his cock, the feeling of the mob boss’s calloused hands smoothing from his hips down to his knees, straightening his cramping legs from where he'd been pulling on the ankle bonds unwittingly. Then he’s leaning forward, and Peter exhales the little air he has left in a soft moan as Tony’s hot tongue smooths against his skin, licking the expanse of his stomach clean.
Their eyes meet again for a second, and Tony licks his lips.
“It really is a shame I have to give you back." The mobster's voice is deliciously throaty, an unwelcome reminder of what they've just done. His eyes are nearly glowing with what Peter can only describe as malicious intent. "You’re such a delicious little thing. I’ve been needing a new slut for a while now, and you’re just my type.”
Peter's stomach clenches at the words, more than a small dose of fear and something he doesn't want to name twisting inside his gut, but there’s no mistaking the way he’s growing half hard again between them.
“But Ben would really have to fuck up for me to do that,” Tony continues, almost thoughtfully, as he gets to his feet and moves to fix Peter’s bonds. Peter lets him, almost in a daze from this surreal experience. Or maybe dissociated is the better word.
"Who knows. Maybe God will smile upon us, hm?” And with that, Tony flashes him a wicked grin and leaves him alone in the room.
~~~
It’s the next day before he sees Tony himself again.
Someone comes in and shoves a tray of food in his lap, untying one of his hands so that he can eat, and then disappears again.
Despite the crazy way this has gone suggesting otherwise, this isn’t the first bad situation he’s been in. It’s never been this severe, of course, but he’s certainly been tied up before, and Ben has made sure he can get out of most bonds, given proper time. It's all too easy, once he's left unattended, for him to get his other wrist and then his ankles free.
Well, maybe not all too easy. His food is cold by the time he gets completely free, and the room is barren and cold and the only exit is locked from the outside, but... well, he doesn’t have to spend the night in that uncomfortable position. No one else comes in, and whether they know he’s free from his bonds or not, he doesn’t know, but they leave him alone.
Until the next day. The door to his weirdly big cell bursts open suddenly, startling him awake, and Tony Stark stalks in, gun in hand and eyes glowing with ire.
Peter is on his feet almost before Tony orders him to get up, and he barely makes it a step back—his self-preservation instincts kicking in far too late—before Tony has reached him, grabbing his arm and dragging him out with a grip that verges on dislocating his shoulder if he pulls against it. He's still completely naked from the night before.
Now that the door is open, Peter can hear the commotion outside. Fighting. Yelling. Gunshots. And they’re heading right for it.
“Mr. Stark-“ he starts, uncertainly, but a look from Tony silences him. This is not the same man that was patiently taking care of him last night. That is long gone now.
Peter isn't sure which version of Tony Stark was the facade, but he's smart enough to know that now isn't the time to try to find out. His mouth snaps closed as soon as Tony looks at him.
“Shut up and do exactly as I tell you, or someone who doesn’t have to is going to die."
Peter doesn't need any more convincing.
He lets himself be dragged into a deserted meeting room– not far from the gun fight that's happening elsewhere in the house, judging by the echoes that are still bouncing around the hall, but in a space it hasn't reached yet. Tony shoves him onto his knees on the floor, settling in a chair.
“What are we-“ Peter tries, earning another cold side eye from the mobster.
“Waiting.” Tony sheaths the one gun he was holding in his belt and grabs another seemingly from nowhere, rubbing the barrel with his shirt for a moment before appearing satisfied. “Any more questions?”
Peter shakes his head mutely, leaning his head against the front of the chair and waiting.
The first time the door opens, it’s just two of Tony’s men. Peter startles so much that he almost jumps to his feet, but Tony's hand clamps on the back of his head, keeping him down. It’s obvious based on the way they’re dressed and the weapons they carry — and the lack of them being pointed at Tony — that they work for him, and that they knew he was in here.
“How many are alive?” is the first thing Tony asks.
“Most of them. There’s always a stray bullet or two, but I don’t think any of them are definitely dead. Not if we vacate in the next fifteen minutes, anyway.”
“Well, he better get his ass in here soon, then,” Tony says, mildly, as if the lives of the men outside are of no consequence to him. Of course they aren't. What were you expecting, Peter?
Peter swallows down his rising questions. He wants to ask who they’re talking about, what’s going on, but he knows it won’t be taken well if he does. He has a feeling even if the mild version of Tony Stark he was treated to yesterday actually exists, he would never show it in front of his men. He has a sinking feeling he knows exactly what's about to happen, anyway.
The men take up their places, and while he doesn’t exactly relax, Peter lowers his head again. He was told to wait, so that's what he does, steadying himself as best he can with deep, meticulously counted breaths.
Tony's grip relaxes on his head, but the hand stays in his hair, toying with his curls. Though it's almost calming, it also feels downright possessive.
The next time the door opens, he never gets to lift his head. Tony’s hand, which had drifted down, stroking long lines along the back of Peter's neck, fists into the fine hair at the base of it, keeping his head firmly down. Peter can see the gun on Tony's knee in his peripheral. That alone is enough to keep him from moving.
“I was beginning to think they’d killed you, despite my orders,” Tony says, fingers drumming almost lazily on the barrel of the weapon right across from Peter's head.
“You knew we were coming.” Ben’s voice pierces something in his chest. He’d suspected, of course, but hearing and knowing were two different things. “How?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out. Although I have to say, it was ridiculously predictable, especially for an officer of your caliber.” A backhanded compliment, Peter recognizes, but one that does nothing to diffuse the situation, nor does he think Tony intended it to.
“So." Tony's tone is too casual for their situation as he carries on. "Your men are nearly all injured, most of them probably close to dead, or at least equal in uselessness. You’re here. What you’re looking for is right here.” He tugs Peter's hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make him hiss. A tap on Peter's cheek with the barrel of the gun is enough to keep his eyes on him instead of drifting, like they'd started to, towards Ben. He finds Tony's dark eyes are alight with amusement and something much more dangerous. “Unfortunately I’m not very inclined to give him back to you now.”
“Let him go, Stark,” Ben snaps, and he knows from experience the way Ben looks right now, even with his gaze locked on Tony's; the way the muscle in his jaw is jumping with anger, body tense, a coil ready to spring from his place across the room. “It’s over.”
Tony laughs. It's nothing like the teasing laughs at Peter's expense last night. No, this sound makes every hair on his body stand up. “Is it? Really? If it’s over for anyone, it’s you, Parker. We had a deal. You broke it. This is what you get. Speaking of,” he adds suddenly, looking down at Peter again with those too-dark eyes, “We also had a deal, that I so kindly let you off of last night because you were too wrecked to hold to it. I think now would be a good time for you to own up to it.” The barrel of the gun he’s brandishing idly brushes his cheek again. “Don’t you think?”
Peter gulps, mind immediately set to racing. Fuck. What deal did they make? Had he said something last night in all his horny haste? Or maybe there was a conversation that had happened while he was drugged and he didn’t remember it?
Tony grins a little at his confusion. Ben tries to step forward, an argument ready to leave his open mouth, but Peter seems a dark haired man behind Tony step forward and cock a gun at him, freezing him in place.
“A kiss, Bambi,” Tony reminds, voice quiet and yet still carrying that dangerous edge. “You owe me a kiss.”
Oh. That. He can’t believe Tony let him forget, but then... did he really forget? If Tony remembered and knew about this, was he just waiting for this moment to collect? Or was he really just now remembering?
It didn’t matter. The comment on the way here about people dying made sense now, as it was obviously meant to. If he didn’t cooperate, Ben would die. Simple as that.
He starts to raise himself up, only to be pushed back to his knees by Tony.
“Oh, I changed my mind, sweetheart,” Tony drawls, an absolutely feral grin turning up his lips. “You’re going to kiss me, yes. But not on the lips.”
The innuendo sends a thrill down his spine, a mix of terror and nerves and something that could have been excitement or something else he was better off not naming-
“Move,” Tony orders, his voice cutting into Peter’s thoughts.
“Haven’t you already hurt him enough?” Ben snaps, and Peter risks a glance over to see him being held back by one of Tony’s men, nearly frantic in trying to get to him. “Leave him alone. I told you, it’s over. Even if you somehow make it out of here, they’ve got you for felony kidnapping charges at the least. You’ll be hunted-“
“What else is new,” Tony mutters, dismissive. He uses his grip on Peter's hair to make the boy drag his mouth along the inside of his thigh, clear up and over the bulge in his pants, then holds his head there. “Make a decent effort, Bambi, or next time it will be the gun,” he whispers for only Peter to hear.
Peter can barely nod against the grip on his hair. He feels like everyone in the room is watching as he slowly opens his mouth, tongue moving from the button of his pants all the way down the line of the zipper. He nips at the zipper piece, tugging it as hard as he dared with his teeth and looking up at Tony.
Tony just smirks back at him, eyes wicked and almost consumed by black pupils. Without taking his eyes off Peter, he says, “You might be right, Parker. But there’s one thing you’re wrong about. It’s not just over for me.” He lets go of Peter’s hair and shoves him back. “Up. Let's go.”
“No!” Peter looks toward the cry to see both men holding Ben back. “Peter! Stark, you can’t-“
Ben never gets to finish. One of the men takes out a gun, and before Peter even has time to panic, whips him across the face with the butt of it. Ben drops to the floor like a stone.
Tony turns to Peter with that feral grin, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him in, kissing him for real. His tongue traces over Peter’s lips, which part automatically, then dips into his mouth, tasting and claiming.
He kisses him until Peter is panting and weak at the knees, and Tony’s arm is about the only thing keeping him on his feet. Then he finally pulls away, grinning, and tugs him toward the door. “Let's go, Bambi.”
~~~
Peter doesn’t get a chance to resist.
Tony has a firm grip around his waist and is tugging him out of the room before he’s even had a chance to recover his breath. He manages to get one last good look at Ben — breathing, he’s sure of that much, at least — and then he’s being dragged out.
Out of the room, out the back door, and into a car. Tony shoves him in the backseat and slides in beside him. Almost before the door has completely closed, the mobster has taken his wrists and cuffed them behind his back. He barely has time to wonder where in the world the cuffs came from before Tony has slid off his tie and is wrapping that around his eyes.
“What-“ He tries, but Tony cuts him off.
“Until we get to the jet, you can’t see anything. Secrets to be kept and all that. And no, don’t bother bombarding me with questions, because I either don’t have or won’t give you the answers right now.”
Peter frowns. Considering everything that just happened, he’s fairly sure asking a few questions should be justified. “Why do I have to be bound, at least?” It comes out much shakier than he intended.
Tony chuckles, pulling him against his seat. The sound isn't as hair raising as it was a few minutes before, but its still tinged with a manic, dangerous sort of joy. “Oh. Those are partially because you’re a flight risk, and partially just for fun.”
“For fun?” Peter repeats. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge the flight risk comment. It seems stupid to. Even if he was inclined to try anything right now — which he isn’t; he needs way more information to try anything than what he has — he’s...naked and cuffed up in the back seat of a mobster’s car, with no idea what state he’s even in. What would he even do if he made it out?
“Yes. Fun. As cute as I’m sure you would be writhing around and hanging on me would be, I much prefer it when you’re still for me.” The mobster’s hand lands on his thigh, making him jump. “You being restrained and squirming for me has to be the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while. I think I’ll quite enjoy having you as a pet.” A hand wraps around his still exposed cock.
Peter stiffens, feeling his body start to respond to the touch almost instantly.
“Mr. Stark...”
What can only be the elder man’s mouth touches his shoulder, hot and wet, pressing kisses along and up it until he reaches his pulse point, sucking at it. Peter tamps down on a groan.
“Can’t wait to mark you all up,” Tony purrs. “As soon as we get to the safe house... fuck, baby, I can’t wait to make you scream.”
It’s hard to think with the elder man’s hand stroking his cock slowly and deliberately, the hot words and his mouth moving along his body. He tilts his head, baring his throat to him almost automatically, unable to help himself.
On one hand, the idea terrifies him. Being permanently separated from Ben and May, being Tony’s permanent... plaything. But on the other hand, Tony’s hands and mouth are warm and sending electricity along his body, and he can’t help thinking that maybe it won’t be so bad. Especially if there's any of the Tony that had visited him last night buried under this terrifying exterior.
“You’re hard as a rock, pretty boy,” Tony whispers against his skin. “Did you like being dragged around naked for everyone to see? Being forced to kneel, to use your mouth just for me, right in front of your uncle? When we get on the jet, you’re going to do it for real while I have my meeting. Suck me off nice and sloppy and loud, the whole time we’re there, in front of everyone. What do you think of that?”
That sends a shiver coursing through his body. The degradation and the absolute ownership in every word and touch is straight out of his deepest fears and his darkest desires.
“What if I say no?” His voice is weak and hoarse, even to his own ears. As the words leave his mouth, his hips squirm against the elder man’s touches.
“What if you say no?” Tony chuckles again, right by his ear. “Who told you that you get to say no, baby boy? You could try. And I suppose I could rape you until you couldn’t walk or talk and you’re so broken you don’t resist anymore. Or, if you really irritate me or I really don’t feel like fighting with you, I could sell you to someone who really doesn’t give a shit what you say. Or let the men use you for torture or target practice. Your uncle would be plenty horrified at that, I’m sure. Or...” Something cold and metallic touches his thigh, then trails up his body, pressing just insistently enough against his lips that he opens his mouth before he could think better of it. And he does think better of it, but not before he hears the safety click off and realizes that he just let Tony Stark slide the barrel of his gun into his mouth.
“I could just kill you,” Tony finishes, his lips brushing hotly against Peter’s ear. “Whenever or wherever I feel like. I could kill you right here, but-“ he’s still stroking the boy’s cock, and Peter’s hips twitch and buck against him now. “It’d be a shame when you’re just so close to changing your mind, isn’t it?”
Peter had frozen against him sometime after he’d heard the safety click off, and even the dull pleasure of the man stroking his cock can’t quite overrule the spike of fear and clarity that hit him when he realizes Tony’s handgun is nudging the back of his throat.
Tony nuzzles his throat, turning the gun to create gentle friction inside his mouth. “I’m going to let you think about it until we get to the jet,” the mobster whispers against his ear. “Why don’t you come sit in Daddy’s lap now-“ the hand drops his cock and wraps around his waist, tugging his back firmly against Tony’s chest. "-and you can just hold my gun for me while you think about it, hm? But in the meantime, naughty little pets don’t get to come, so... may as well close your legs for now, sweetheart. I’ll have them wide open when we get there either way.”
The gun presses insistently at the back of his throat as Peter curls up in the man’s lap, head lolling back against his shoulder. The words may as well have been burned into him. None of this is about Peter; it’s about hurting Ben. Revenge. Tony wants what will burn Ben most, and he’s inclined to agree that escaping the country with him and knowing that he’s being kept as Tony’s personal plaything is probably what will upset Ben most. At this point, killing him would be a reprieve, and they all know it. Whether it’s one any of them want for him... well, he really doesn’t want to die, even if he knows it might be better for him.
So Peter stews over the words and doesn’t try to resist, knowing that in itself would be taken as a decision. And when Tony nuzzles his neck and orders him to suck, to practice for giving him head as if his life depends on it, because it just might, he does.
He sucks and licks at the barrel of the gun in his mouth, tongue circling the barrel and tickling the underside with the tip of it. He can taste the metal and gunpowder and idly wonders if that’s even safe for him to consume, but it’s too late now.
Tony continues toying with and turning the gun in his mouth until they arrive at their stop. By the time they do, drool has started running out of the corners of his mouth, and his jaw aches from both the tension and the position of having sat there the whole time.
Tony pulls the gun free of his mouth and holsters it without even wiping it off, and then scoops him up. Peter doesn't try to wipe his face but closes his mouth immediately, trying to work the stiffness out of his jaw before Tony makes him follow through on his threats.
The air is cold when they step outside. In all reality the temperature really isn’t all that bad, but, well, he’s still completely naked, so... it feels very cold.
Tony carries him for an indeterminate amount of time before he’s hit with a blast of warm air and, shortly thereafter, set on his knees. Soft murmuring around him alerts him to the presence of Tony’s men surrounding them, and the realization of exactly how public his degradation is sends a shudder through him.
He feels the light press of Tony’s knees against his shoulders and knows the mobster is getting comfortable above him. He sits there for several minutes, waiting, when he hears the click of the safety on the gun again. He jumps when the still-slick metal brushes his cheek.
“Time to make a choice, Bambi." Tony's voice is soft, the closest thing to gentle it's been all day. “You can rest here on your knees and keep quiet with my cock until daddy can get you somewhere and spread you out, or you can call your aunt and say goodbye and take a short trip outside with one of the men. Choose wisely.”
Peter gulps. He isn’t stupid; he knows exactly what the second option means.
He doesn’t want to die. He isn’t anywhere near desperate enough to say he does, not yet. And if he really becomes that desperate later... well, the men will all still be carrying guns later on, and there’s plenty of ways he could act out to end up getting killed, should he really decide he prefers that.
So he swallows, trying to wet his throat that already feels like sandpaper, and opens his mouth after only a moment of hesitation. He hears Tony chuckle quietly, feels the gun brush across his bottom lip as if considering it anyway before the mobster draws it away.
“Excellent choice,” Tony purrs, sliding the gun into his holster and gripping his hair. He lets himself be guided up on his knees, the cold press of Tony’s zipper against his cheek before he’s unzipping it and something hot and firm slides between his open lips.
“Someone get me earplugs for the boy. I don’t want him listening in while we talk business just yet.”
There’s some quiet muttering, and a moment later, something soft presses against one ear, then the other.
Silence prevails as his mouth is guided further onto Tony’s cock, and there’s literally nothing else for him to focus on besides the task set before him.
Peter closes his eyes under the blindfold and tries to make himself relax. It’s hard, impossible, even, to push the situation itself to the back of his mind, but at least it’s easier to pretend it’s just him and Tony again when he can’t see or hear anyone else. He can feel the mobster's hand still tangled in his hair, holding him there, firm and unyielding. Right now it’s still, simply keeping him there, not allowing him to pull off but not forcing him to do anything more than be.
That's where he stays for the next several hours, nothing but the endless dark and silence, and the hot, overwhelming presence of Tony Stark – the prospect of life with him, at least for the considerable near future, making everything feel so much heavier – lingering over him, leaving him to stew in his own thoughts.
#starker#ironspider#peter parker x tony stark#tony stark x peter parker#my writing#sfsummerbingo23#bingo fill#mafia au#mob boss tony stark#stockholm syndrome#tw: kidnapping#police officer ben parker#tw: dubcon#dubious consent
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Hello, Sailor
[A little drabble (unless I find a spot for it in a future fic) because I need Eddie to see Steve in his Scoops uniform. AU where the Russian/Mindflayer stuff doesn't happen or happens at a different point in time anyway.]
The best summer of Steve’s life is spent at Scoops Ahoy with Robin Buckley. It’s so good that he thinks he’s in love with her until they spend a night drinking and he confesses all of his feelings in a vomit of words.
And then she makes a confession of her own.
And oh.
It hurts a little because he’d already started dreaming of some future with her. But he never tells her any of those little dreams he had. That’s his burden, not hers.
And he still loves her, just not the same way he thought he might. She makes him laugh, and she makes him want to be better like the kids and Nancy do. So it’s a no brainer when she asks him to pick her up after band practice.
“My mom forgot she has some stupid lady party.”
“Lady party?”
“I don’t know. Tupperware. Makeup. There’s always some kind of pyramid scheme with the Hawkins housewife brigade, right?”
“Uh, right?” Steve’s mom is never around to participate in any of that, if she even would. Steve checks the clock in the back room at Scoops. “I get off in ten, and then I’ll be that way.”
“God, thank you, you’re a total life saver. Like, I could walk but also could I? My feet are absolutely killing me from marching. The whole woodwind line kept screwing up and we had to reset like twenty times.”
“Hey, no walking necessary. I’m always good for a ride as long as I’m not working. Even when I am working if it’s an emergency. Got it?”
“You’re the best, Steve.”
“I know, I know. See ya soon.”
He makes sure to pack up a scoop of Robin’s favorite ice cream before he leaves.
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Eddie emerges from setting up the next Hellfire session to find Robin Buckley sitting on the front steps, chewing on her fingernails.
He thinks about walking right past her, but on some level, he suspects he and she have a bit in common, and that makes him feel at least a little obligated to check on her. People like them have to help their own because no one else fucking will.
“Okay there, Buckley?”
“Yeah!” She blurts it, smiling automatically before she seems to realize that was a little overzealous, her shoulders deflating. “Yeah, no, I just…” Her hands start moving. “I had to call for a ride because my mom had a whole thing or whatever with her friends. It’s fine. He had to finish his–Oh, and there he is.” An exhale of relief.
Eddie turns to see a BMW rolling to a stop a few feet away.
He’s about to offer to help Robin with her stuff when Steve Harrington gets out of the car.
In…
He’s wearing…
He…
Eddie’s brain makes a noise a lot like a busted stereo eating a cassette tape, and then it just kind of shuts down for several seconds.
Steve is wearing some kind of sailor suit, miles and miles of leg on display. His thighs are hairy and muscular, his calves defined and lined. Plus his lips–when the hell did Steve Harrington’s mouth get so pink? Is he wearing fucking tinted chapstick?
“Holy shit,” Eddie says, choking on his words, so painfully and obviously having a moment about fucking King Steve.
Thankfully Robin’s too busy meeting Steve with a hug to notice. Steve throws his arms around her, his shirt flying up and no, no that’s too much skin on one man. Eddie needs a cigarette.
“Munson.” Steve acknowledges him with a mild look of confusion when he picks up Robin’s instrument case and backpack, leaving her with just her jacket and tiny purse to contend with.
“Did I miss a costume party invite?” Eddie asks. Seriously, what in the shit-flying hell?
Steve looks down at his outfit and blushes furiously. “Uniform. Scoops Ahoy. It’s an ice cream shop at Starcourt. The, you know, the mall?”
Eddie slips his hands into his pockets and presses his lips tightly together because he gets the sense that if he doesn’t respond, Steve will just keep trying to explain. And it’s kind of cute, right? To see Steve Harrington off kilter, flapping those too-pink lips.
“You do know about the mall, right? No, that’s stupid. Everyone knows about the–”
“I have homework, dingus,” Robin says, head sticking out of the passenger window.
“Right. Coming, Rob.” Steve jogs to the car and puts all her things in the backseat. Jesus H. Christ, Eddie finally understands viscerally what straight dudes get out of girls wearing sexy versions of occupational uniforms.
“Hey, Harrington!” Eddie calls.
Steve pauses with one arm on the roof of the car. He raises his eyebrow in a silent what?
“You serve banana splits at that sailor joint?”
Steve does not sound thrilled about it when he says, “All day every day.”
“Good to know.”
Steve looks at him for a long moment, adorably confused, and then he slips into the driver's seat. When they drive away, Robin’s talking to Steve about something, her hands wildly animated between bites of ice cream.
Eddie wonders at that friendship, if Steve thinks he’s courting her, if she’s letting him think that or not.
And then he just wonders at Steve and his cherry pink lips and his fucking legs.
“Fuck.” Eddie finds the pack of cigarettes in the glove box of his van and lights up.
He’s going to blow, just, so much money on ice cream this year.
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Polyship with Daichi and Suga
Sawamura Daichi x Sugawara Koshi x GN! reader
Warnings: none!
A/N: This is the request from @alreadyinsane! This is also the final request from the pride series!
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Ahh the daisugayn ship is finally coming
I've been waiting for this one 🥰
Mostly because I love writing for Daichi and Suga
Suga is like the opposite of Daichi but they work so well together
And imagine add YN 🤚🏻 oh boy
Ok so I see this as one of the few polyships that you could get away with in secret
Like Daichi and Suga don't feel the need to brag about their relationship to others
Unless 👀 they are jealous
Which THANK GOD there isn't a super dramatic person writing these headcannons 😃
So we are going to do these a little different than we normally do
You, Daichi and Suga have already been together for a while now
And nobody knows
Because you all act normal around each other
I mean, Daichi and Suga argue like a married couple constantly, thats no different in private
"I just don't see why you don't put more trust in me"- Suga
"😐🙄 Literally you are the leader of them!"- Daichi
"I'll have you know I'm a GREAT upperclassmen"- Suga says
"You literally make fun of the other teams more than Tanaka and Noya"- You add
"YN WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON"- Suga, offended
Please that's literally your life YN 🤣
You guys walk home together, at together and somehow manage to keep things somewhat stable at Karasuno
Your relationship doesn't really get in the way much because we just know Daichi and Suga are professionals
Until they aren't...
Because one thing can be said about Suga and Daichi 👀
They can be petty af 💅🏼
And their true pettiness comes to shine when they go to summer training camp
Now Daichi and Suga are level headed
But when it comes to Kuroo and Akasshi 😬
They most definitely are not 🙃
"YN it's so good to see you again! When are you going to transfer to Nekoma?"- Kuroo says smirking
Daichi 👉🏻😐😑
"Oh YN! How good to see you again. I'm looking forward to seeing you around camp" Akaashi says waving at you
Suga 👉🏻😐🙄
You smile and wave at the boys as you go about your business getting the teams gear together
Suga and Daichi are brooding in the corner
"Can you believe Kuroo? Like YN would ever go to Nekoma!"- Daichi says
"Akaashi can stop the nice guy crap anytime"- Suga adds
You are completely clueless to your partners frustration
But never fear YN, there is more awkwardness to come 🙌🏻
We all know the training camp for Karasuno doesn't go the best 😬
And it only gets worse the more Kuroo and Akaashi push Daichi and Suga
While our precious angels are running up the hill, Kuroo comes and asks you if you can help the third gym squad later
Suga and Daichi reach the summit, see Kuroo and INSTANTLY run back down the hill 😅
Daichi and Suga pull up behind you as your talking to Kuroo
"Oh hey! Kuroo was just asking me if I could help with their practice later-"
Please you don't even get the final words our before you see Daichi and Suga glaring at Kuroo
Akaashi walks up and asks Kuroo is he asked you to join them
"Well YN what do you say?"- Kuroo asks
"I'd love to-"
"YN is helping US with our synchronized attacks!"- Daichi interrupts
You 👉🏻👀 I am?
"Yeah we need YN more than you do!"- Suga says putting his arm around you
Please they are both so possessive 😅
"Come on YN, let's go"- Daichi says grabbing your arm and pulling you away
Suga walks backwards, literally making this gesture at Akaashi and Kuroo 👇🏻
Kuroo just smirks and Akaashi watches you be dragged away
"Will you two stop being so weird!"- you say
"YN they are doing it on purpose!"- Daichi adds
"How? They literally have no clue we are dating"- you say to Suga and Daichi
"Well still. They know it bothers us when they talk to you like that"- suga
You 👉🏻😐🙄 omg
"Listen, you two are so important to me and I care about you. I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't. So stop this weird possessive caveman act please?"-you
"We will stop when they stop hitting on you!"- Suga adds
You 👉🏻😐 I can never have nice things
If that statement isn't hard facts 😅
Because what's about to happen next will shock not only the whole camp but you as well
Because Kuroo isn't going to give up easily and let's just say, Akaashi isn't one to be deterred either
At the end of the days practice matches, Kuroo manages to catch you alone without your entourage
"Hey Yn"- he says
You look up, smiling amd returning the greeting
"I was wondering if you'd be able to help toss for Akaashi so Bokuto and I could work on our spikes and blocks"- he asks
"Umm well I'm about to help Karasuno with their-" you start to say when it all breaks down
"WHAT DID I SAY KUROO?"- Daichi says losing his ever loving mind
He snatches you away, holding you close
Akaashi approaches
"Kuroo was just asking YN for help"- he says
Ope 👀
"You two have been all over our YN and it stops here!"- Suba says coming up besides you
Kuroo and Akasshi 👉🏻🤨 you're YN???
"That's right! YN is dating me AND Suga"- Daichi shouts
The entire gym 👉🏻 *silence*
Kuroo and Akaashi 👉🏻😳😲
Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻👁👄👁 huh??
Nekoma 👉🏻👀😶
Asahi and Ennoshita 👉🏻🤨🤨
Kiyoko 👉🏻 I knew it 🙄
You 👉🏻😃 well this is awkward
"So back off of YN before you feel our wrath!"- Suga adds
"Suga why did you say that. Now it sounds weird"- Daichi adds
"What it's a warning!"- Suga says
"Is it really tho?? It's not like you are that scary Koshi"- you say
Suga 👉🏻😐 betrayed by my own partners
You just smile and look to Kuroo and Akasshi
"I'd love to help you but unfortunately I can't tonight. Maybe tomorrow?"- you say
Kuroo and Akaashi 👉🏻👁👄👁 sure
Daichi and Suga look so smug as they both hold your hand and turn to walk away
"I'm not dramatic YN"- Daichi
"You two really need to learn to be less dramatic"- you
Am I the drama??
"You literally just outted us in front of the entire training camp"- Suga
"I said what needed to be said"- Daichi says looking away
You just smile and kiss your boys on the cheek
Please YN you are so lucky 😫
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Hi! If you aren’t busy can I request Fyodor and Dazai with prompt 6? ( sfw )
also have a lovely summer and take good care of yourself whenever you can!
Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings:Dazai X Fem!reader
Genre:Fluff,Comedy,Angst
Format:One Shot
Warnings:a tiny bit of Nsfw content in the middle,but nothing too fancy,mentions of giving birth,mentions of women's private part,cursing,slight Angst maybe…?
Word Count:778
A/n: ofc honey! tbh im a bit bruned down on Fyodor so I just went and wrote Dazai instead! hope you don't mind <3
this is not proofread,and English isn't my main language so sorry if theres any mistakes in the content below
my 100 follower Event!
During the last nine month,Dazai has learned one thing:
Pregnant women are scary.
"Goddammit!it hurts!" you said,while pressing your husbands hand,gazing at your doctor who was sitting in front of you, with a furious look on your face.
"Its ok Mrs.Dazai.just a few more pushes and the baby will come out" the doctor said,while looking at your vagina which was getting wide open, because of the contractions you were experiencing.
"what do you mean,"the baby will come out"? am I some sort of gum machine to you?" "what?no…its just how it works" "I don't care about how it works! just hurry up and get him out of me already!" you said,getting angrier,which made your face even redder than it was before.
the doctor didn't say anything,but you could easily read his mind through his annoying gaze.
what a loving mother.
Dazai exchanged a look between you two,and got closer to you.
"honey,why are you arguing with your doctor?"
"shut up you horny peace of meat! what kind of dumbass would get his wife pregnant on their wedding night?"
well,Dazai did,obviously.
you sent daggers towards him and then closed your eyes,letting the memory of that night surround you.
you,in a long,fabulous dress,with a light make up on,your hair waved down,freely dancing in the wind,were the definition of one word.
breathtaking.
Dazai was literally dying.being your husband was one of the best things that could've ever happen to him,but he wanted more.
he was greedy.for your love,your body,your amazing scent.
and of course that made him lose his mind when the ceremony ended and you two became alone. you were going insane,from the pleasure he was giving you.he didn't even let you take a break,was on top of you all the time, thrusting into you while whispering sweet things into your ear that made your heart beat even faster,just like the first time you layed eyes on each other.
"taking me so well,my pretty wife.you look like a real fucking saint,making me want to become a sinner"
he breeded you and breeded you and breeded you,
and the results is what youre witnessing at this moment.
"honey,im here for you! just hang in there a bit more and it'll be over before you know it"
well,easy for him to say.nothing alive was going to come out of his holes.
"hes almost here!push!"
you gripped the mattress under you while starting to curse your husband that made you go through all this shit.you were still young,too young to get stuck with a baby and give up on your job,and your dreams.
"I hate you Osamu!im going to ask Chuuya to murder you if I make it out of here alive!"
Dazai nervously laughed and put his hand on your shoulder.
"ok baby.come out of here alive and you can do whatever you want"
"ugh! its…all your falt! oh my god its coming out of me!"
the doctor carefully placed his hands under your baby boys body.
"one last push ma'am and its over!"
"aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh my goddddddd I swear to god Osamu im going to cut your dick off when I get out of here!"
you were going blind.it felt weird,it felt painfull,it felt unfair,
and all these negative feelings ended when you heard your son cry.
he was here,in your doctors arms,crying as he was meeting this unfamiliar place for the first time,gasping at the strange feeling of breathing the air for the first time he was experiencing. he was red,a few drops of blood in his belly,
he looked beautiful.
and you were the one who gave birth to this beautiful angel.
"Osamu…look at him!" you whispered,unaware of your eyes that were raining heavily while looking at your son.
you were a mom now.
Dazai smiled at the sight in front of him.he was a dad now,and things were about to change because of the arrival of this little angel to your life.he wanted to get better for you two,
he will get better for you two.
he placed a kiss on your forehead,getting a hold of your hand that was shaking from the experience you went through a few minutes ago.
you didn't realize it,but you became a bit weak.
"I know baby…I know.thank you for doing this,now get some rest,
Im sure he doesn't want his mommy to become sick,right?"
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