#fuckin plant a tree on top of my body PLEASE

[mayrarcjas]

Mayra x Isaac

where mayra confesses she loves ike & suggests they keep a non-physical friendship for now.

ike

Isn't this nice? I mean, it's no waterfall, but it's safe. And you've got company. -nudges against mayra as they walk, and then pauses, contemplating- You wanna sit on the pier thingie? Or actually go in?

mayra.

-she smirked at his insinuation, lightly shaking her head- The water is way too cold for that. I'll stick to sitting on the pier and maybe dip my toes in.

ike

Okay. Me too then. -they make their way onto the pier and he toes out of his sneakers and socks, waggling his toes against the boards before easing down to sit and lower his feet into the water- Not too bad! I thought it would be colder. But then I still ain't used to this West Virginia weather. In Brooklyn it'd be a windchill like you wouldn't believe.

mayra.

-she followed closely behind him. when they got to the end, mayra slipped out of her loafers and sat. her feet swung - toes barely treading the top of the water.- Same with Philly. But I loved walking around the city in my coat and scarf. a hot coffee in hand. i lived close to the hair salon i worked at and i learned the names of the people who i would regularly pass by and a few of the homeless who stayed on that street. cities really had their own ecosystem and once you learned it ... -she took in a breath, looking up to the tree tops- you felt like you were invincible in a way.

ike

-is quiet for a minute, looking at his feet pale through the water- Did you like it there? Philly. -glances over and sees her looking up, over the trees, and directs his gaze there too- I loved New York. Even when I was one of those homeless people.

mayra.

-mayra nodded- I did. -moving her gaze to him, her face fell- Forgive me for asking, and if you don't want to talk about it please say so, but, how long were you homeless for?

ike

I'm fine talking about it. When I was working with, y'know, people with substance use disorders, it was a pretty common thing. So I got used to talking about it. -scoots a little closer to her, curving his hands down to hold the wood deck- The longest stretch was four years. On and off, before and after that. It all depended on how much I was using.

mayra.

You know, sometimes I like to pretend that this -mayra waves toward their surroundings- is all we've known. I think I've gotten so used to doing it, that I forget we've all had shitty pasts. I'm sorry you went through that. Through all of it. -she took in a breath, curling a leg underneath her while the other dangled- What was your drug of choice? Or was it just alcohol?

ike

I get what you're saying. In some ways it feels better to just head out there and chop a walker down than pay my phone bills and wait for the landlord to deal with the mouse infestation. -chuckles a little- Uh, I did coke and heroin, mostly, fentanyl and meth when I could get it. I wasn't much of a pillhead though when things got down to the wire, y'know. I took some fuckin' dicey shit.

mayra.

-mayra's eyes widened- Holy shit, I'd say. I never tried any of that stuff, but I watched some of the girls get hooked. Does horrible things to the body. What made you want to get clean?

ike

Yeah, it does some pret-ty horrible things to the body, awright. -shrugs a shoulder- There wasn't any one thing. I got beat up one too many times, I was hungry and cold one to many times, I did bad shit to get a fix one too many times. It was like snakes and ladders most of the time. -reaches one his pinkie fingers over to link with hers- You never did anything hard? Just the pot?

mayra.

-mayra kept her gaze on him, listening intently. she couldn't imagine the life he led. in truth, she didn't want to. finally she shook her head- I popped a pill or two. My stupid attempt at trying to calm myself down for a night at the club. But nothing harder. If there's one thing the tribe taught me, its that poisons like that don't belong in the body. Weed is a plant. It's different

ike

-gives a lopsided smile- Well, we're not gonna agree on that one. Did you have to do that often? Calm yourself down when you were working at the club.

mayra.

-she shook her head- Just those two nights. -mayra hesitated- The club owner and his friends would come by sometimes and think they could get a free-for-all. In the beginning, it would give me anxiety and so I popped a pill. After things almost got ... too far, I put my foot down and threatened them. After that, they left me alone and after some time, they stopped coming by in general.

ike

You threatened 'em? Your boss and his friends? -leans back slightly with a long whistle- Damn, Mayflower. And it worked, too. You scared 'em off for good. Bet the other girls were grateful for that too.

mayra.

It was a collective thing. I think once I put my foot down, then another one did - and another one. Once the owner realized his girls weren't going to stand for it - and realized he'd have no dancers left if things continued, then he stopped. -mayra shrugged- He also owned three other clubs in the city. Probably just resumed his bullshit elsewhere. -she took in a breath and leaned back against her hands- Bet you're going stir crazy having to stay inside, huh?

ike

Well, look at you, Norma Rae! -considers for a moment- You wouldn't know that movie. But it's a compliment. You organized and you got-shit-done. That's bad ass. -smiles and hunches down a little bit in his coat at her question- Ahhhhh, I don't mind. I like being inside. I mean, considering the alternative.

mayra.

I'll trust your word. -mayra snickered-  Have you read to the kiddos yet?

ike

I have indeed read to the kiddos. I figured Watership Down might be a lil bit upsetting so we went with The Gammage Cup. It was a helluva success if I do toot my own fuckin' horn. -puts his curled hand to his mouth and honks through it, laughing when a couple of geese at the other end of the pond call back-

mayra.

-hearing the geese respond to ike's call caused mayra to smile- Were those stories you read to Ember when she was little?

ike

Naaaw. She was too little for those. She was four when I left so it was still ... board books and stuff. -rocks against her- You were probably reading astrophysics books by that point.

mayra.

Oh, no. My dad got me into those around ten. -mayra teased- But he was reading his medical journal to me at an early age to put me to sleep. Did just the trick.

ike

Subliminal learning, huh? I heard of that. All that Baby Mozart stuff about how kids become geniuses in the womb if you play them classical music, and whatever.

mayra.

My mom did do that. -mayra confirmed- Though, one day she did tell me she would sneak in some Christina Aguilera and Bon Jovi in there. At the time I had to look up who Bon Jovi was. I was shocked to see how hugely different the music was.

ike

-sings softly- I'm a cowboy ... on a stee-eel horse I ride... -laughs slightly, slouching against her so he can nose against the side of her neck, following it with a kiss beneath her jaw-

mayra.

I'm wanted - dead or alive -mayra sang along, leaning into him and the kiss- I'm assuming you're a fan. Did you ever see him in concert?

ike

No. I didn't get to many concerts. -puts his hand against her stomach, still nosing along the side of her neck-

mayra.

-his breath against her skin began to tickle. mayra placed her hand over his- Didn't get to many? So you went to some? Any bands I'd know?

ike

Local bands. Clubs and shit like that. Mostly friends or people I was fucking. Nobody you'd know unless you were into the New York underground scene. -turns his hand to clasp hers, dragging it slowly up from her stomach to between her breasts-

mayra.

-mayra nodded at his words. when ike moved her hand up, her eyes narrowed to him- What are you doing, sir?

ike

-doesn't move away from her- I didn't think we needed a translation guide.

mayra.

No, we don't. But out here? Anyone can just walk by and see.

ike

Aw, pigeon. I didn't think you were the shy kind. -slides his hand over hers, fingers linked, and moves her hand over her chest, smirking against her skin-

mayra.

I'm not shy, but I'm already treading on thin ice with a few people. I don't want to give anyone more reason to look down on me. -mayra looked down at him, slightly pulling away- Besides, Zack will probably be out soon to do his morning swims. Best not to poke at that incessant pimple.

ike

Look down on you? -he straightens up, puzzled, as she pulls away- You think people ... -he sits back, lifting his chin with a slight tug of his eyebrows- Ah. Okay.

mayra.

I didn't mean it like that, Ike. -she sighs, rolling her eyes more at herself- Maybe we should just go at it. Seems like any time we sit and talk it doesn't work out.

ike

-gives a little snort- It does seem kinda like we keep shooting past each other, doesn't it. Lately. -waves his feet in the water- I dunno. I feel off-balance. If you want me to level with you, I have ever since that night with the ping-pong.

mayra.

That's my fault. -mayra looked toward the pond- And I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I was pissed at Sol and took it out on everyone else. -she turns her attention to Ike- You're nothing like those men. Not even close. I'm sorry.

ike

-giving a sigh-smile, lips and eyebrows pressed together before he reaches over and hugs her- Okay. It's okay. It was a shitty situation, I get that. But, uh. Thanks. I guess I needed to hear that.

mayra.

-mayra folded into the hug and slightly smiled- I really am sorry, though. I'm not just saying it to make you feel better. It was shit that night. And haven't really been the same since either. I feel like it's something else we need to be able to go back.

ike

I kinda thought so too but ... can we? So much has happened, Mayflower. Maybe it's dumb to keep trying to go back. Maybe that's why we keep misfiring. -keeps her snugged close, burying his nose in her hair-

mayra.

-she knew he was right, just didn't want to admit it out loud- If not that then what? Awkwardness and tension between us?

ike

-scoffing- Whaaat? No. No! We just gotta cut ourselves some slack, I guess. So we're not second-guessing all the time. I mean, you ... what're you up to, these days? Let's start with that.

mayra.

Gardening, cooking. I'm also trying to build a small makeshift greenhouse to try and keep some plants alive during the winter. -mayra looks at ike- And trying to stay away from Zack like you asked.

ike

Good girl. -scrunches her tighter for a moment- I'm sure Nicki's already tried to threaten him, so one's enough.

mayra.

I threw a knife at him. At least he now knows I'm not afraid to do that, anyway. -her attention turned to the pond- What about you? What have you been getting yourself into besides getting your ass kicked and her head bashed in?

ike

-thinks about saying something, then just shakes his head- You girls are gonna do whatever you wanna do, so I'm not even gonna touch that. -grunts at her summary of what he's been up to- The usual. -thinks on that for a minute- I mean ... I say that but. It feels like a lot of shit's changing. Inside me.

mayra.

-mayra rested her hand on his thigh, leaning into him- Why do you say that?

ike

Since my daughter got here, and Ginny and Tris died. It's done a lot of rearranging in my head, y'know? What I see myself as, here, in Redwood. Ermano tellin' me that he went to bat to get me on the Council. I never expected all that.

mayra.

He what?! -mayra realized her voice had gone up a few octaves and contained herself- Ermano? The same man that rolls his eyes anytime you open your mouth practically put you on the Council? Jesus Chrysler.

ike

Jesus Chrysler! -he repeats and then snickers, delighted- I know, right? I thought he woulda been happy to see me drummed out of town like a god damn witch. But nope. He wanted me here. And not just here, but helping make decisions. I tellya, honeybunch -- you never can tell with people

.

mayra.

-mayra couldn't wrap her head around the idea- That's definitely news. How are you even functioning knowing that Boss Man might actually have a hard-on for you? I mean, isn't that how boys learned how to show they liked someone? Picking on them?

ike

-hoots loud enough that the geese flap, annoyed- A HARD-ON for me!!? Ahhhh, fuck. I gotta bring that up to him. -wipes his eyes, still laughing- He'd take it all back if I said that. Hey, hey... -nudgest her, waggling his eyebrows- You ever managed to lay Little Big Boss? I mean, he's hotasfuck, but he seems like he enjoys denying himself.

mayra.

-her shoulders shook as mayra laughed along with him- Oh nah. I tried - and trust me, I tried hard. But he never gave in. I guess I'm not his cuppa tea ... or whatever he drinks.

ike

-makes his voice huskier and throatier in an impression of ermano- No time for drinks in today's world. I absorb moisture directly from the atmosphere to be more efficient.

mayra.

-mayra laughed at ike's impression and mimicked the voice for her own likeness- All work, no play. I can't survive if routine is ruined.

ike

-cackles with glee, continuing the bit- Even work is too much like play. I end the day by sitting in the dark staring at the wall going over all the seconds that I wasted by breathing and blinking.

mayra.

Oh that poor man. -mayra's laughter subsided as her head shook- I heard his ex-wife is in town. Hopefully she can pull whatever stick is up his ass and give him the release he so needs.

ike

-subsides too, swaying against mayra- She's gorgeous, have you seen her? She looks like one of those cameo brooches. All pert and pretty. -pulls his feet up out of the water, crossing his legs- It would be nice if they found their way back to each other. It seems like a lotta their problem is miscommunication. -he snorts- A widespread problem, that one.

mayra.

-she shook her head. placing an elbow on her knee, she lowered her head to her hands to better look at ike- I've gotten a brief glimpse at her but not a good enough look. I'm not surprised, though. -mayra agreed with ike's statement - she took in a breath- You can say that again.

ike

You're not surprised Ermano's ex is a hottie? -he makes a considering noise- Yeah, me neither. Hot people attract hot people. -he rubs his nose against his shoulder, looking at her after her last comment- I like you for more than the sex. There's a lot we don't get about each other, but I think ... I mean, there's places we intersect, right? You and me? Pretty Mayra and your kitty-cat ways.

mayra.

-Mayra would've been lying if she said she knew Ike hadn't come around just for the sex; she had questioned it fairly recently. It was nice to get the confirmation. She lifted her head from her hand- Maybe's it's the age difference. -She joked with a shrug-

ike

Well. Yeah. -he purses his mouth and looks out at the water and the birds gliding on the other side, quiet-

mayra.

-Mayra kept her gaze on him for a beat longer before looking out as well. A soft breath was released.- Do you ever think maybe this just isn't a good idea?

ike

What isn't? -he keeps his tone as gentle as hers- Talk to me, hon. I just wanna hear what you think.

mayra.

You and I. -Now Mayra was looking at him, her expression stoic- When things started between us, it was just a 'get yours, get mine' type of thing. We both know that. But time continued, we spent more time together and I just gravitated toward you. I liked your personality, your charisma, your humor. You've always intrigued me. But time does things and more feelings come. -Mayra moved herself to face him, sitting crossed-legged- You've made comments before about Sol. Did you feel like you couldn't live up to him in my eyes?

ike

I didn't think about it that way so much. Until, y'know. -he says in a scary voice- Ping-pong night. But you explained! You just said. You were upset and you were saying things you didn't mean. It's just, it's ... -he dithers for a minute- It's not so crazy a thought, is it? I mean, between me and Sol. That anybody would look at the two of us and figure out real quick which one is Goofus and which one's Gallant.

mayra.

Since when do you care what people think?

ike

I care what you think.

mayra.

-She gave him a knowing look- You know now what I think about you and how I feel. Are you still comparing?

ike

I'm not ever sure I know what you think about me, Mayflower. You're pretty damn mysterious. -gives a one-shouldered shrug- I'm not comparing anymore. It wasn't hard to believe, is all.

mayra.

-his comment took her off guard- Are you being snarky or are you being serious? 'Cause honestly, I didn't think I was that hard to get.

ike

I'm not being snarky! Not now, not with us trying to figure shit out. Hey, I don't think I'm hard to get, either. But apparently I am.

mayra.

-Mayra narrowed her eyes at him- Christ, well I guess I'm sorry for that. I thought I was a bit more transparent. Something else I gotta work on.

ike

-clicks his tongue- You don't need to apologize for that. You ... there's things you need to protect, about yourself. I get that. I didn't mean it like it was something wrong with you, Mayra.

mayra.

You know, it's a constant mental battle in here. -Mayra raised her hand to tap a finger against her temple- I want to be more open, especially with you. But - -She quieted, trying to carefully piece the words together- I guess I'm afraid of getting hurt by someone I fully trust again.

ike

Yeah. I get that, too. -he reaches over for her hand, clasping it- I'm sorry you've been in such pain. I never thought it would turn out like that. I really just wanted to ... connect. -gives a rueful smile- Maybe neither of us was ready for it.

mayra.

-She turned her hand in his, giving a light squeeze as she shook her head- No, I think I am. I just know you're not. But I believe everything happens for a reason. And when we started I didn't think I was ready to connect with someone on a higher level. You've made me realize, I am; and I long for it.

ike

-puzzled now- On a ... higher level? Like, uh ... astrally?

mayra.

-Mayra playfully rolled her eyes- No, Ike. I mean like, relationship.

ike

-blinks at her, repeating stupidly- Relationship? You want a ... ohhhh. But not with me, right? Because, honey …

mayra.

Because honey what? You're not good enough? You're not 'relationship material'? You don't do it?  What reason are you going to give now?

ike

I'm not ... -painfully- I think there's too much we've both been through. For us to be able to deal with it even as friends, much less as anything ... higher.

mayra.

Maybe you're right. -Mayra nodded- But just because we've been through a lot, that doesn't mean we're not deserving of love.

ike

No. It doesn't mean that at all. -tangles their fingers around, just wanting the contact- I don't think we'd work out like that. But there's still plenty we could have, the two of us. And when you find somebody maybe a little less full-time damaged than me to get to a higher level with, I'll wingman you like you won't bee-lieve.

mayra.

-She hadn't expected anything else from Isaac. Peering up at him through her lashes, Mayra figured now would've been as good as any time to say- I love you, Ike. And not as a friend way or the way I feel for Sol, but more. I have for a while. I didn't want to admit it to myself. I know it doesn't change anything, nor do I want anything to change but I thought you should know.

ike

Ahhh, kid. -he gnaws his bottom lip for a moment, meeting her gaze, trying to decide if he should even say this- You love something about me but it's not like that. You might love that I make you feel kinda safe, and that I notice stuff about you and I like stuff about you, but that's different. You're not in love with me, you don't love me. You love how I make you feel.

mayra.

It's funny. I didn't know you were a mind reader or an empath. I guess I didn't pick up your God given abilities. -her words were sarcastic with a small hint of annoyance- I know how I feel Isaac. Whether you want to believe it or not. You can call it whatever you want. I just wanted you to know.

ike

Look, I'm sorry if that's not the response you wanted. But you don't even know anything much about me, Mayra. So I don't get how you could possibly be in love with me. -he's reflecting her tone back at her, frowning a little- Or why you would want me to know.

mayra.

I wasn't expecting much of a response if I'm being honest. And I know enough. I don't really feel like I need to justify how I feel. But if it's too much for you, please know that I won't hold it against you if you'd rather us not continue our physical relationship. -Mayra shrugged, letting her leg fall from the edge of the pier, her toes scraping the surface of the water-

ike

I don't think it's a bad thing for you to love that I make you feel good. I want you to feel good. But I guess this is one of those things we aren't gonna see eye-to-eye on. -turns on the pier so he's facing her, looking at her more directly- I don't wanna stop being able to touch you and kiss you and do all the other stuff with you that we like doing. I'm not the important factor in this, though. Considering what you just told me. So I'd say it's up to you, Mayflower.

mayra.

-the mental war happening within her was probably obvious. yes…..no…..yes…..no…… mayra could list the pros and she could list the cons - like old times whenever she needed to make a decision. she’d been so used to going off gut instinct instead of logic. but sometimes logic really was the best way to go. after placing a gentle hand over his, mayra let out a soft breath- I think for now, it’s what’s best. You’re always welcome to swing by for a haircut, someone to talk to. Anything else but that. -mayra shifted to sit forward, placing a kiss upon his cheek, and rose to her feet- I gotta head back. I promised Renee I’d do some research for her. See you around, Isaac.

ike

-leans slightly into the kiss, but doesn't attempt anything more than that, faintly disoriented- Whatever you want, kiddo. See you 'round.

@isaacapatow

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[royaltywhxre]

i don't know a way to explain to my family how exactly i wanna be buried and precisely what i want my funeral to look like without them thinking im gonna unalive myself

#like JUST IN CASE #ya know??? #i have a very particular vision #and i obviously can't tell them what to do once im dead #ya know what im gonna tell you guys what i want #immortalize that shit on the internet #i absolutely don't wanna be buried in a casket or even a graveyard #dump my body in a fucking hole and let the earth reclaim me 😌 #fuckin plant a tree on top of my body PLEASE #lemme nourish it #the type of tree is unimportant #ALSO #no sad sappy music at my funeral #just play the mamma mia soundtrack on a loop please #OR #if you ever happen to come across my old pink ipod nano i lost years ago then use the music on that #NOTHING ELSE #tw death #tw suicude #not really??? idk just to be safe

[pepsicup]

The Boob Thing

Bucky Barnes x Reader 1.5k words

Summary: There are things we do that they will never understand, especially a man like him. (semi smut, breast play, slight body worship, we love tiddies here)

Author note: this concept is from my vault that I wrote with a friend for a different fandom, I decided to repurpose it since it got archived. Not my best work since I'm trying to get back in the groove after writing Problems Of A Spaceman but whatever, enjoy! (I have the attention span of a cube of sugar so there are probably mistakes, I re-read my work all the time so it will be fixed)

Bucky cleared his throat to break the comfortable silence he came home to, attempting to gain her attention as subtly as he could. She was curled up on their bed with a small book, almost in the exact place where he left her, but...not completely the same way as before.

It was one of those quiet days where they could do absolutely nothing if they so wanted, but he did slip out to take care of a few things so he could spend the rest of it with her undividedly. She was so engrossed in reading that she hadn’t even notice he left and came back all in the same hour. Though he wasn't gone long, he found her in an even more natural lounging position that caught him off guard at the very sight.

"Doll?" his words were stunted by something hidden in his voice.

She hummed back in response, not registering his presence until the next thing he ask tore her focus away completely.

“Are you...feeling yourself up?” she peeked around her book at him standing in the doorway.

Bucky had an amused expression from the moment he walked in and while he’d been watching her for the last couple of minutes before speaking up. He's not ashamed to admit that he waited to announce his presence to see if it was going to end up becoming another thing he liked to watch, but it sadly wasn't. She was...well he had no clue what she was doing.

All that matters is it was something that was happening without him.

She wore a loose-fitting shirt, but had one of her hands slipped inside and resting laxly on her right breast. As Bucky stood there unnoticed, she unconsciously squeezed every few moments like it was no big deal. To him, it wasn't normal unless he was involved or if she had her other hand in her panties, luring him over with those pretty eyes.

It seemed like she was doing it just to do it.

She put her book down, marked the page so she could get back to it later and shifted so she was laying against the many pillows littering the bed. Her other hand came to sit on her abdomen as the other remained in its place.

“Just pla—” her fingertips dipped under the bunched-up hemline of the shirt, leaving her underwear on full display.

“You playin' with yourself without me, sweetheart?” Bucky walked over to the end of the bed and crawled up to her.

Once he was hovering over her, he didn't make any moves to touch and watched with an adorable curiosity, though adorable might not be the right word to use while he raked over her skin.

“No!” she giggled, trying to explain herself to a man from a different time, "it's just...entertaining?"

“Entertaining...?” he licked his lips, trying his best to pay attention. She ran her foot up the side of his thick thigh and hooked it on his hip lazily. This type of intimacy was normal for them, but there was that one thing that wasn’t.

Bucky rested his forehead on hers as they exchanged glances from her chest, where he could just see the outline of her hand, and back up.

"Yeah, they are nice to play with," she said innocently.

She placed her free hand on his beside them that pressed into the mattress. He pulled their interlocking hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles to hide a smirk at the words, keeping his lips against the soft skin.

“I know...” he wiggled his eyebrows.

She couldn’t help but laugh this time, "Not like that you dummy,"

Bucky snickered against the back of her hand as she continued to ramble on, “It's just something I do when I'm comfortable or relaxed...most of the time I don't even notice I'm doing it"

There wasn't a clear reason why she did it, sometimes it was sexual but it was also comforting to have something to hold or be held – it could even be the result of boredom. The mounds of flesh are coincidentally very squishy and anyone who owns a pair knew what she was talking about. Bucky did have quite the chest himself, but it wasn't as authentic as the real deal enough to understand.

“I still don’t get it” he said sheepishly, a humorous edge in his voice.

“Tell me what you don’t get, baby” She sighed, shaking her head at his ability to listen with any other organ except for his ears.

While he is distracted with the question, she pulled her hand out and unravelled theirs swiftly. He was pondered as she maneuvered her next movements carefully and made her move before he could even comprehend what was on his own mind. She positioned her hands to rest on top of his and slid them up her shirt to the untouched side of her chest. Her hand stayed firm on his as her bust filled his palm, he gaped down at her like it was the first time she’d ever done something like that.

"You're just asking for it, aren't ya?" he mused, the smirk kicking up the side of his mouth.

Bucky leaned in far enough that she witnessed his eye shift at the close proximity. She could tell he wanted to kiss her so badly, but his demeanour made it feel like he wanted to do a lot more. It still wasn't the priority, she was only trying to make him understand. She ignored the charming attempts to sway her and focused on urging his lower body with her leg to lay down beside her.

“What are ya tryin' to do now?” he planted himself like a tree so she couldn't move him.

“Shhh, let me show you what I mean... and behave yourself for once" she cocked her head pointedly.

He narrowed his eyes at her, all in good fun.

"Please...?" she added softly.

He grunted, “Alright”

Bucky plopped down in the crevice of her arm, halfway on top of her and remaining tangled between her legs where you could most often find him in one manner or another. He shifted until he found the right spot to lay his head and tuck his face into her neck without causing her discomfort, then slumping down on her anyway.

"How come've never seen ya do it before?" his warm hometown drawl melted into his muffled voice. That was the tell-tale signal that he was getting riled up and it went right over her head every single time. Not everyone is a hyper-observant supersoldier with a sensory reception level equivalent to a herd of African elephants during mating season. Once the accent comes out, it's game over.

"Because you usually have your hands up my shirt anyway, now shush"

He was already grinning like an idiot even before she encouraged him to squeeze the first time, and it only got wider from there. As she attempted to demonstrate what she meant, she closed her eyes to clear her mind so it would happen sincerely and without his influence. They laid there together, hands hidden by the fabric of an old shirt he let her pick from his closet, mimicking each other's movements until they inevitably synced up.

It wasn't even five minutes before he got impatient and started to place kisses where ever he could reach a few at a time, even getting to softly suck despite her warning. She had stopped guiding his hand after a while, letting him do it on his own and enjoying it in the process, it was so relaxing that she almost dozed off at one point.

He, on the other hand, was thinking the exact opposite because after he realized he had all the control, things went downhill fast for her. It could have been the crossed wires in his head or the miscommunication, he concluded that she was teasing him regardless of which it was.

"Do you get it n—"

Bucky popped his head up out of nowhere and surprised her with a kiss, laughing against her lips as she jolted at the sudden contact. He took the chance to move back over her and in between those legs where he belongs.

He pulled back once she ran out of breath and held her still, “I'm sorry, doll...it's jus' turnin' me on”

"Bucky…" she giggled

"You feel that...?" he ignored her as she ignored him, grinding his half-hard bulge against her inner thigh instead of listening. He showered her face with his lips while she squirmed under the covered thrusts, “I know ya like it, look…you love it”

“Bucky!” she broke into an even bigger fit.

He bit his beautifully full bottom lip as he looked from her face to her chest devilishly. He acted on the impure intent running rampant through his body before his cock could betray those thoughts with every pulse.

"I can’t help but get hard when you touch yourself like that…” he ran his hands up her torso. He pulled the shirt over the spot of his heated fixation and wetted his lips with hers again, “...I can make it even better”

He rushed out his whisper, “…we do it anyway, but it’s so fuckin' hot when you do it alone and try t’hide it from me...”

Bucky lowered his face to her chest and nuzzled thoroughly between the two mounds he pushed together. As he took in the scent of her skin, he fumbled his hand to squeeze one of them as he attacked the other with his enthusiastic mouth. Her top half was soaked from the progression of his sucking, licking and groping, but the feeling of it finished the job elsewhere.

“Bucky…” she whined.

That seemingly innocent, on her part, situation turned filthy in a matter of minutes. He hummed around her nipple at her changed tone and back to her lips to feel the noise against his.

"... you’re not gettin' out of it that easy" his muttering sentence escaped through the gaps in his kisses.

When he leaned up to take off his shirt, he gazed down at her flushed face beaming a smile. Her body was still begging for attention even when she tried to get away, but she didn't stand a chance. As usual, his influence diminished her willpower and he was able to claim another part of her entirely.

"Shhh..." Bucky lightheartedly moved his knees to either side of her to keep her pinned down, "...let me show ya how it's done, doll"

Even if he didn't fully understand what that thing was or what it meant, he sure knew how to use them.

© May 28th, 2021 by pepsicup

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[ahkaahshi]

of picnics and persuasion [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, size kink, public sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, swearing, you kinda squirt but it’s nothin too crazy lol

word count: 2.5k

overview: hindsight’s 20/20, but you should’ve known atsumu wanted you to wear a sundress to your picnic for a reason other than “’cause it looks good on ya.”

In the secluded area of the park where you’ve created a small silver of paradise under a cluster of trees, you watch the shards of vibrant sunlight shift between the leaves casting a kaleidoscope of shadows over your body. The sounds of the late afternoon breeze whistling past, distant conversations, and the scurrying of nearby animals mingle with the soft music playing from your boyfriend’s phone where it lies on the blanket, amongst an array of quickly diminishing food. Absentmindedly, your fingers card through Atsumu’s golden strands of hair, making him tighten the grip he has around your waist and nuzzle his face against your stomach.

“That tickles!” you giggle, giving his head as gentle a push as you can muster when he refuses to budge. He lets out a small sigh of contentment and gives one of your thighs a squeeze before retreating from his position and sitting up so he can help himself to another handful of gummy bears located in a nearby bag.

His arms soon extend out towards you as he beckons, “C’mere, babe.” Placing your hands in his, you allow him to guide you closer to him so you can settle yourself in his lap. A small smile appears across his lips as his amber colored eyes take in every part of you—from the stray strands of (h/c) hair that have fallen in front of your ears to the supple skin on your thighs peering out from beneath the soft fabric of your sundress. “Did I already tell ya how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, (f/n)?”

Heat rushes to your face, then floods your stomach when he leans down to press a tender kiss against your lips followed by another on your neck. “’Tsumu…” you hum nearly inaudibly, “what’s gotten into you, hmm? It’s not every day that you give me compliments without tacking some smart comment onto them.”

“Oh, be quiet,” he complains, grabbing another gummy bear and tapping it against your lip. Obediently, you open your mouth so he can drop it onto your tongue. “Can’t a man just be all in love with his girlfriend without gettin’ dragged?” A small snicker escapes your mouth as you chew the sweet treat and observe the way his hand moves over to yours so he can place your palms together.

He marvels at how his fingers extend beyond yours, and how small they feel laced between his when he slides them together and rests them atop his leg. His other hand takes to traveling the path from your knee to your waist a few times, as if the action soothes him. The intimate nature of his touches in combination with the sensation of his slightly calloused palm against your skin and the pecks he’s littering across your collarbones make your heart flutter in your chest.

When you feel his teeth nibble at your neck, you breathe, “Baby, stop. You’re gonna get me all worked up,” and shift uncomfortably in his lap.

His grip tightens ever so slightly to hold you in place. “Is that so?” he questions coyly, pulling away from your neck so he can shoot you that signature smirk of his. “What if I told ya that’s what I wanted, huh?” Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of his fingertips fiddling with the hem of your dress.

Though your resolve is slowly crumbling at his touch—as it had an annoying habit of doing—you argue, “Can’t you at least wait ‘til we get home?”

“Who says we hafta wait?”

“Oh, I don’t know, the law?”

He scoffs at your retort and comments, “C’mon, honey, we both know that if I don’t fuck ya right here, yer just gonna end up riding me in the front seat of the car. Waitin’ ‘til we get home ain’t even an option at this point.” You quickly avert your gaze in a futile attempt to hide the effects of the heat rising to your face as well as the pout that forms on your lips at being so irritatingly transparent. A small breath of satisfaction at knowing he’s seen through you once again rushes out of his nose as he trails his fingers along the inside of your thigh. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna even notice my hand takin’ a little detour, do you?”

His words light a fire in your stomach that burns hotter underneath the pads of his fingertips as they move beneath the skirt of your dress to inch closer to your painfully throbbing core. You curse the shuddering breath that escapes your lips when his nail grazes the small bow adorning the top of your underwear. “Atsumu,” you sigh.

“Yer wearin’ those lacy panties I bought for ya, ain’tcha?” he muses, admiring the small crinkle of your eyebrows he knows from experience appears moments before you quietly plead for more. He brings his face closer to your ear, feeling his growing erection strain against his pants at your unsteady breathing, and whispers, “I wish I could see how pretty they look all soaked ‘cause of me.” A soft whimper echoes from your throat when he slides his fingers across the wet material between your legs.

“What if someone sees?” you whine, tightening your grip on his shoulders, causing the material of his t-shirt to bunch up beneath your fingertips.

In response, he presses a reassuring kiss against your lips and murmurs, “Sees what?” His feigned cluelessness would be infuriating to you if his digits weren’t slowly pushing your underwear aside so they could venture along your exposed slit. “We’re just two lovers in the park havin’ an intimate conversation, is all.”

The devious grin on his face widens when a teasing touch against your clit changes your tune. “Please,” you utter, any filter or reservations you had before going straight to hell. Now that he’s spreading that fire between your legs with his well-placed pokes and prods, there’s no way you’re going to tell him to stop.

“There she is,” he purrs, his lips finding your neck once more to shower it with tender kisses before pulling away once more so he can watch you. As his fingers move from your clit to your entrance, he finds that you’re too tight to take in more than one of them. “It’s okay, baby girl. Let me into that cute, little pussy of yours ‘nd I’ll make ya feel so good. I promise.” His words have you clenching even harder against his finger, nearly pushing it out of you entirely, but the feeling of his thumb circling your bundle of nerves as his other hand massages your hipbone helps alleviate the issue.

Soon, he’s able to slide two fingers in with relative ease and use them to knead the spongy area deep inside of you. “Fuck…” you hiss under your breath and squeeze your eyes shut. His skilled digits are soon pumping in and out of you slowly, and his thumb dragging across your pearl with each thrust is edging you closer to your orgasm in no time. “More… please! I want more.”

The desperation in your tone makes his dick throb painfully, which he voices with a low groan into your neck. “Think ya can take me, sweetheart?” he asks, though he already knows what your answer will be.

“Mm!” you confirm enthusiastically with a nod, opening your eyes to meet his curious gaze, “I wanna feel you inside me, ‘Tsumu.”

“In a public place where anyone could see us? Damn, yer horny as hell, ain’tcha?”

You furrow your eyebrows with indignation and grumble, “You started it.”

“I did,” he admits, bringing his face closer to your ear so he can nip at the shell of it, “And I intend ta finish it. Same goes for you as well.” After planting an affectionate kiss against your lips before you can even respond, his free hand’s darting beneath the cover your dress’s skirt provides to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “So good to me, baby,” he whispers as he drags his fingers coated in your essence along your slit once more, sending a small jolt of pleasure through your body and causing your hips to buck against him impatiently.

A glance downwards reveals a distinct lump beneath the flowing cotton material that makes you swallow thickly. Though your pussy is practically dripping with anticipation, you know his size is going to stretch your walls painfully. Quietly, you request, “Please be gentle.”

“’Course,” is his reassuring response as he uses his grip on your hips to align your entrance with his cock. Once you’re shifted into the appropriate position, he uses light pressure to bring you down onto him at a slow pace.

However, the sounds of nearby voices startle you, and you pause, refusing to budge. Both yours and Atsumu’s gazes dart about your surroundings until you both spot another couple wandering along the path nearby. Though there’s ample foliage shrouding you from their view, you still feel nervous at the thought of being caught; but you must admit the adrenaline rush also goes straight to your core. Unbothered by the possibility of being spotted—and probably turned on by it, instead--Atsumu pulls you down onto him enough to push the pulsing head of his cock into your pussy.

You’re almost entirely sure the couple can hear the squeal you release, but they don’t stop walking or glance in your direction at all. When you shoot your boyfriend a less than pleased look, his only defense is, “Don’t worry, baby; I’ll make sure nobody sees us,” but he adds, “Though there are people out there who enjoy watchin’, ya know. Can’t do anythin’ about them.”

You respond with a light smack against his arm, but he soon ends your conversation by inching himself deeper inside of you. The way you clench around him at the slightly painful sensation reminds him of just how small your sweet, little core is compared to his large dick, and he loves it. Since your face is contorted in discomfort, he tilts his chin up to capture your lips with his.

“Jus’ relax, sweetheart,” he soothes between kisses as he takes to running one of his hands up and down your back. His words and tender touches eventually melt your pain away, and you allow him to slowly plunge into your warm depths until his tip bumps your cervix. “Fuck, (f/n); your pussy feels so goddamn good.” Heat pools in your abdomen at his praise, and another low hum rumbles in his throat when your walls flutter affectionately around him.

Gently, you move your hips against his at a pace that feels most comfortable for you, and that he matches his long but deep strokes. His arms encircle you, bringing your chest closer to his face so he can tease your nipples, which he can see poking against the thin fabric of your dress since you’re not wearing a bra. It’s a good choice, he thinks, since he can use his teeth to stimulate them without having to expose you. It’s almost as if you came on this picnic date prepared to fuck him in the park—although, you wearing the loose sundress was his idea. He had to pride himself for that, since he was now reaping the rewards of his suggestion.

As much as you want to speed up and let him pound into you mercilessly, you’re both able to show a bit of restraint given the nature of the situation. But that certainly doesn’t mean the experience is any less enjoyable by a long shot. He adds more pleasure to every meeting of your hips by including his fingers in the mix for you to grind against. Given how unsettled you’d felt at the idea initially, you’re surprised how quickly you find yourself getting lost in the moment and approaching your orgasm. Each precisely placed thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through your body that force you to stifle your moans with your hand, and Atsumu’s eagerness to indulge your needy pussy encourages him to bounce you up and down on his lap with a bit more speed and force.

“Just like that, baby,” you tell him breathlessly, leaning into the hand he has resting against your stomach so he can feel his dick prodding it from inside you with every snap of his hips. “So good…”

His gaze travels from your breasts back up to your face so he can admire your expressions as you get closer to coming undone. “I know yer close. Cum all over my cock for me, princess.” The way his fingers stimulate your sensitive spot has you orgasming only a few seconds after he’s uttered his gentle command. With a mewl muffled by your hand, you feel ecstasy overtake your entire body as you gush all over him and squeeze him tightly enough to make him press his face into your chest once more to stifle a loud groan.

“That’s it,” he praises shakily, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down so he can feel the effects of your climax on every inch of his dick. “So fucking good, baby.” With a final, particularly forceful thrust, he releases inside of you and rides out his own high as you drape your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

When you’re both finished, you take a moment to regain your breath and your composure before daring to open your eyes and see if you’d raised any suspicions. Thankfully, you don’t find anyone watching you with horror—or rapt attention, much to your relief, since either would be mortifying. Atsumu’s lips peppering your chest with gentle kisses draws your gaze to him as he lifts his head to regard you with somewhat hazy eyes. You chuckle at his slightly dazed expression, though you’re sure you look more than fucked out as well.

“That was so hot,” he comments with a sigh of contentment before pressing a loving kiss against your lips, “Who woulda guessed that you ‘nd I would end up fuckin’ during a picnic of all things today?”

You reply, “Not me, that’s for sure.” After allowing your lips a few more moments to catch up on all the kisses you’d been avoiding for the purpose of being as discreet as possible, Atsumu lifts you off of him so he can make himself decent before pushing your skirt away. “Let’s go, ‘Tsumu. The last thing we need is to get busted for having sex in public.”

“We’re gonna be fine!” he grumbles and dismisses your worries with a wave of the hand, “Could ya hand me one of the bags of food, though?” You raise an eyebrow at him, since you’re hardly in the mood to stick around after what you’ve just done. With a roll of the eyes, he leans in closer to you and informs you, “There’s a wet spot on my pants that needs covering up, thanks ta you, so, hand it over ‘nd we can get outta here.”

“Are you complaining?”

“’Course not! In fact, I can’t wait ‘til we get home so you can do it all over again.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

By the king’s hand 🐍 XI

Warnings: noncon/rape, forced oral, violence, mentions of pregnancy.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re journey is perilous.

Note: Thanks everyone for being so enthused about this fic. I love Loki! And I’m glad to be back on it.

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You weren’t certain when but you were taken from the cellar in the dead of night. You barely stood on your own as Magnus uncovered a cart of barrels reaking of ale and snarled for you to lay in the space between them. The prince, shrouded in a grey cloak, helped you up and tossed the same smelly blanket over you. You shivered as snowflakes gathered in the creases of the wool and your patchy tunic and loose trousers offered little shield from the cold.

You had missed the first snowfall. It brought back hazy memories. A girl you once knew, Gilla, and her hand-sewn boots kicking through the powder. You curled up on your side and held your stomach. You were still in disbelief and as it were, the men were undeterred by your change. That life you had before seemed further and further away.

“Keep quiet, pet,” Thor girded as he gripped your ankle through the blanket, “I’ve given my leave to keep you silent in any way necessary.” He squeezed until you looked at him through the bleak, moonless dark, “Think of the child.”

You uttered some instinctual acquiescence and dropped your head. Your teeth chattered and you were shrouded entirely as the wagon was covered once more. You heard their voices, hushed and hard to decipher as they moved around the cart.

“He knows…. cannot say…” the words swirled behind your closed eyes. It was the first you’d laid down in what they claimed was weeks. You were so very tired. “Short rests… old roads…”

You felt the cart shift under a sudden weight and a horse nickered as its heavy hoof stamped the snow. A slap on its hind and a final word from the prince, a grunt in return from the deceptive guard, and the wheels jolted into motion. You were lulled by the movement, the soft rumble of the wood beneath you. You drifted off in the eerie silence of the city as you were secreted between the kegs.

Your dreams were distant and dull, tinted by the sounds around you. The grind of the axle, the occasional grumble of your driver, the spitting of the trotting horse, the muffled slosh of ale beside you. When you woke, you were as cold as before and you rolled onto your back as the chain between your shackles stretched across your middle. The cover glowed with daylight and you heard the stirring of the winter time critters who had not retreated to a seasonal sleep.

You slipped in and out of consciousness. You were awoken once by your keeper, he tossed you a heel of bread and a stein of milk as he took his own meal at the foot of the cart. He didn’t share the cheese or dried meat from his pack. Your stomach growled greedily as you devoured your rations and laid back down.

The wagon bounced along the winding roads, you didn’t know where you were headed. You were rocked by the uneven ground and pondered slipping out from beneath the cover and absconding through the snow. You had no boots however, only cloth wrapped around your feet. And you were weak, so weak.

As it grew dark again, the cart slowed and stilled. You didn’t move as Magnus jumped down and caused the wagon to shake as he did. He rounded to the tail and noisily tapped one of the kegs and you heard the first droplet spill into the snow. He filled his skin with the pungent alcohol and you listened to his thirsty and thick gulps. He replaced the stopper and belched as he crawled up beneath the leather cover.

He nudged you over until there was space for him. He pushed the blanket away from your hips as you rolled onto your side. You reached, clumsily as the chain caught your wrist, and tried to pull the wool back over you. He smacked your hand and hooked his fingers under the top of your trousers.

“It’s fuckin’ cold,” he growled as he pushed the trousers to your ankles with his toe. “Need to warm up, eh.”

You sniffed and squeezed your eyes shut. His scent surrounded you, his warmth too as he pressed against you from behind. He shoved his arm under you and wrapped it around your neck, the thick muscles forcing your head up against his shoulder. He opened his breeches impatiently and wiggled his cock free behind you.

He was rough as he felt around your ass, kneading you roughly as he lingered at your ring. He pushed his thumb against your asshole but snorted and slid his hand further between your thighs. He prodded blindly against your entrance, poking you painfully several times before sinking into you. You whined and his arm tightened around your neck.

“Shut up, bitch,” he moved his hips between his gristled breaths, “Stubborn… think you’d learned by now.”

His intrusion was painful and your body aided little as you were mostly dry. Your walls burned around his thick member and you arched against him to ease the fullness. He breathed into your scalp as he pleasured himself in your pain.

He stopped and trembled. He brought his other arm around your stomach and rolled onto his back, taking you with him as he lifted you atop him. You groaned in pain as your hips ached and he grabbed your knees, bending your legs as he planted his feet and angled himself beneath you.

The trousers fell away from your left angle as he splayed you and rutted into you from below. You clamped your lips shut as you tried not to cry out. You clutched your hand over your chest as he moved your body against his.

“A cunt. That’s all you are.” He hissed, “You think the king fucking cares about you or that pathetic whelp. He’ll find another whore; a prettier whore.”

You bit your lip as your chest swelled. You couldn’t deny his words and couldn’t say you ever thought Loki wanted you for anything besides his own whims, but it only made your circumstance more torturous. From one man to the next, you were a slab of flesh to be twisted and molded to their use.

His hand slipped from your leg and he pushed it against your cunt. He spread your folds as he hammered into you, holding in grunts that nestled in his chest. He lifted his hand and slapped your pussy so that it stung. The sound of the slap made you gasp and he did it again.

“That’s it, bitch,” he snarled, “Make me cum.”

You whimpered as he continued to slap you, your clit reverberating with each strike. His heart pounded as he finally held his hand between your legs and curled his fingers into your flesh, framing his cock as it slid in and out of you.

“You’ll be filled with me by the time we arrive,” he sneered and spasmed as his voice fizzled with his climax. “Shit!”

You felt his hot seed burst inside of you and he let himself down as his legs slid straight. He panted heavily and pinched your thigh gruffly. He pulled out of you and played with his cum as it dripped out of you. He spread it up your cunt and wiped his fingers on your tunic. He hummed and shoved you off of him.

“Clean me up,” he grabbed the back of your neck and forced you up. “I can’t sleep like this.”

Reluctantly, you moved down, keeping low under the leather shroud, and bent over him. You rested your shackled hands on his hip and gripped him tentatively. You took him in your mouth and held back a gag at the taste of him. You glided up and down his length a few times before you drew away. Content, he waved you off and tucked himself back into his breeches.

“Now lay the fuck down,” he pulled you down by the back of your tunic. “I’m fucking tired.”

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You were once more roused by the motion of the wheels. The snow crunched beneath them and you were once more huddled and freezing beneath your meagre blanket. You listened to the horse and the silence of the white plains around you; at least you imagined they were plains. Perhaps there were trees, tall sentinels to witness your fate.

You sat up as far as you could and leaned against a keg. You felt sick again. The tunic rubbed uncomfortably against your tender breasts and you felt around for the oat biscuit you’d saved from your last meal. You chewed on it but nearly choked as the wagon suddenly lurched.

The cart veered and you listened. It was some time before the sound of hooves came clearer as they stamped across the snow. You heard the howl of hounds and the voices of men. Your driver swore and the cart halted all together.

You felt his weight leave the vehicle and heard the whisper of metal. Snap, snap, the leather broke easily against the blade. The horse whinnied in panic and Magnus demanded that it run. The horse obeyed and the wind whistled around the sword as you tried to imagine the scene. The crack of steel against steel and the cry of an unseen man.

Your captor’s flight was impeded but not entirely as you heard your accosters call for him to be caught. The hooves continued, fading into the puffs of powder. You braced yourself and buried your face in your hands. A party of thieves would find you and what worse could they do? A new prison, a new sentence.

You rocked back and forth. Perhaps they might kill you. That was the only swift escape. You listened as low orders were exchanged outside and footsteps neared the end of the cart. You didn’t look as the end of the cover was unstrapped and rolled up. Not even as the wood groaned beneath new weight. 

Gentle fingers touched your shoulder. A soft voice startled you. Your name was spoken with a care which felt unreal. “It’s me.” The boy said and you raised your head. His rosy cheeks glowed beneath a wool cap that let out wisps of his carrot-coloured hair, “It’s Hal.”

You blinked as him numbly and grasped his hand without thinking. You squeezed to make certain he was real. He winced but did not pull away.

“We found you,” he said, “Come on. I must take you back.”

“Back?” You uttered and your stomach sank. “To the king?”

“Yes,” he rubbed your shoulder, “King Loki.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, “He will… he will be angry. He will think I ran. He will hurt me. He does hurt me. As they have.”

“The king is not angry,” Hal assured you, “He has fretted for weeks over you. And when he has caught up to his treacherous guard, he will make certain he suffers for his crimes.”

“He… what do you mean?”

“The king is in pursuit of Magnus right now. He bid me find you so that he might catch his betrayer first and bring him to justice.” Hal trailed his hand down your arm and took yours from beneath the wool blanket, “Come. We must get you warm. You are freezing.”

You sniffed and let him guide you to the end of the cart. You kept the blanket around you and an armored man approached. You winced. Hal stopped you from stepping down into the snow. He bid the guard get another blanket and ordered another to stoke a fire. A pit was made close by as two of the guards attached their own horses in place of the one taken by their quarry.

“I will remain with you,” Hal said as a kettle was hung on a makeshift spit over the fire. “Once you’ve something warm in you, we are to move to Alfres Castle and the king shall find us their.”

Just a boy, you thought, but he was a comfort nonetheless. You’d never thought to meet him again but there he was. You nodded and accepted the second blanket. It was thicker and lined with lambskin. You hugged it to you and rested your chin against it. You were heartened to no longer be trapped in Magnus’ grasp but you feared your return to Loki’s.

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The castle was only an hour’s ride from where the king’s party found you. Upon your arrival, you were ushered inside and more guards stood by the castle’s gate and doors in expectation. Hal guided you through the halls and to a chamber at the top of a winding staircase. He lit the hearth and brought you a basin and cloth to wash. He left a clean dress, this one with full length sleeves and skirts.

He returned, when you were clean and dressed, with a platter of food. You ate without hesitation and found yourself painfully full. You sat close to the fire, unable to shake the chill of your days spent in the cellar and then in the back of the wagon. You sat in silence but the boy didn’t seem to mind.

“You don’t have to stay,” you said, “I recall the king did not like me speaking with you.”

“The king told me to remain close until he has returned,” Hal shrugged. “If he takes issue, I will make certain it is with me.”

You watched him thoughtfully. “You are brave.” You said.

“Am I?” He wondered. “I don’t think so. I am obedient.”

You chewed your lip and looked away. “Well, I think so.” You muttered.

“You should lay down. I can bring a hot brick to warm your feet.” He offered. “The king might not be back until the morning.”

“What will he do… to-- to--” You quivered and hugged yourself to keep from shaking. Your thighs ached as you thought of the night before; of those which had marked the last month of torment.

“He will kill him.” Hal said coldly. “And better for it. I never did trust that brute.”

You stayed silent as you raised your head. The boy watched you and you saw the pity in his eyes.

“I followed him one night. I warned the king that Magnus was acting odd. He would be sent out to search for you and he’d returned with some lame excuse. So I went after him and found him sneaking beneath a butcher’s shop. I told his majesty but when he thought to look for himself, you were already gone.” Hal leaned forward and poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle you hadn’t touched. “Magnus didn’t return either. He gave himself away.”

He sat back and drank. He winced at the taste and frowned into the cup. “Huh, I always thought wine would be sweet.”

“What would you have done if he had caught you?”

“Well, I’d probably be dead,” he set aside the cup. “I didn’t think of it though I should have.”

“And the king… why did he want to find me? Was he not mad? Surely, he thought I had fled.” You urged.

“He did. At first. I did, too.” He stood and sighed, “I wouldn’t worry for what he thought before. You should sleep. I will have the warmer brought up and you will rest.”

“And will you?” You countered. “You’ve done much today.”

“For a short time, I think,” he smiled. “Your questions do make me rather sleepy.”

He laughed at his own quip and you let out a weak chuckle. His boyish humour amused you as it broke through the veneer he fought hard to keep up.

“Thank you, Hal.” You slowly stood from the chair.

He bowed his head and strode to the door. He left you to the crackling of the wire and the winter gales blowing against the shuttered windows. You went to the bed and hid beneath the covers. You never wanted to move from there. Ever.

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Through your deep slumber, coaxed by the warmth of the fire and the blankets around you, you heard the door. Soft footsteps moved around the room, brighter than when you’d dozed off, and distant movements flitted with the shadows. A log clacked into the hearth and the flames lit the space as your lashes fluttered sleepily.

You felt a figure sit on the edge of the bed and a hand rubbed your arm through the layers of blankets. You murmured and rolled onto your back as you gazed up at your new visitor. Loki’s face was serious and sombre. There was a hint of pink at the tip of his nose and along his cheeks. He had just come in from the cold.

“I have failed. Both of us.” He said. “Magnus cannot be found.”

You pushed your arm from beneath the covers and grasped his wrist. “Magnus…” you said weakly, “And…”

“Shhh,” he hushed. “You are tired. I am too.”

He squeezed your shoulder and stood, your arm falling as he drew away from your touch. You watched him as he removed his tunic, then his breeches. He kept his undershorts on as he stretched before the fire and basked in its glow for only a moment. He retreated from the hearth and disappeared around the other side of the bed.

He pulled up the corner of the covers and slid beneath. He sidled closer to you. He seemed hesitant as he turned on his side and watched you. You closed your eyes as your uncertainty made your nerves wild.

“You didn’t run?” He asked at last.

You opened one eye and looked at him. You shook your head and closed your eye again. “Not from you,” you croaked.

“Yes, my brother and his games,” he said. “I will make certain he never plays one with you again.”

Your lips parted. Your nose crinkled. Did he not know? You wondered if you should say something. Surely, he must have caught on.

“Thor,” you said quietly.

“Yes, Thor,” He confirmed as if you were dull. “Such a pest but I must put up with it.”

He shifted closer and carefully pushed his arm over you. He let it down gently and went rigid as it settled across your stomach. He pulled back and spread his long fingers over your middle. He sucked in a sharp breath and retracted his hand as he pushed himself to sit up. He pulled the blanket away from your torso.

Your eyes snapped open. He stared at your stomach as you crossed your arms over it and tried to hide. He caught your arm and pulled it down to your side. His eyes flicked up to yours.

“You’re…” He looked down and you saw the calculation on his brow, “It must be…”

You nodded. “Yours.”

He went quiet and slowly lowered himself beside you once more. He nestled close and drew the blankets back up over your bodies. He hugged you to him as the heat of his flesh seeped into you.

“I will find Magnus and I will make him beg for death,” he said.

You gulped as his fingers swirled over your stomach. “You’re not angry with me?” You asked.

“Perhaps for not telling me when I did come in,” he said, “But for your condition, no.”

“I…” You began but could not figure what to say.

“Sleep,” he bid. “It is a concern for tomorrow.”

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Loki stirred as a knock came at the door. A pounding that frightened you and had you sitting up in terror. The king waved you back down as he took a robe from a hook and wrapped himself in the dark fabric. He went to the door and opened it with a grumble, asking who it was.

“Brother,” Thor’s voice made your blood cold. You pulled up the covers as if to hide beneath them. “We looked all night. He is nowhere to be found.”

“Mmm,” Loki huffed, “Well, come in.”

He beckoned the prince inside and you only watched their shadows as you dared not move. You felt eyes upon you but didn’t look back. Loki went to the hearth and poked the embers with the long iron. He added a quarter log and stepped away.

“You haven’t an idea of his direction?” Loki asked.

“North.” Thor said plainly. “I can only assume he’s headed for a port. His only hope is to be away from the country.”

“As if I will not sniff him out,” Loki spat and a chair scraped on the stone floor. You heard his deep and angry breaths. “She is in condition. He endangered royal issue. He is a traitor.”

Thor cleared his throat and sat too. “And she is… far? You are certain--”

“A woman does not show after a month and she is growing.” Loki rebuffed.

“Only a bastard,” Thor remarked, “That is trouble itself.”

“A bastard. Illegitimate. My betrothed needn’t worry her precious royal cunt.” Loki slithered. “And you are not one to lecture me on marital loyalty. How are Lady Jane and your new daughter?”

“Healthy. She expects she might be ready to visit court in the spring.” Thor said.

“Ah, and ruin your fun?” Loki taunted. “The baker’s daughter isn’t very subtle.”

“Oh, but she is fun,” Thor chortled. “I give her a pretty bauble and she’s got me in her mouth as she wears it ‘round her throat.”

“Perhaps my bastard might have a friend of similar bearing,” Loki mused.

“She is cautious. She says her father would murder her.” Thor returned. “And if it came to it, how could I know it was mine? These peasants… you cannot say where they lay.”

“Mmhmm,” Loki tutted, “I suppose you are right.”

“Well, brother,” Thor stood, “Speaking of the wife, am I permitted to depart now?”

“My men will continue the search. I did promise you a respite.” Loki said, “I will see you back in the capital.”

“After Wintertide,” Thor affirmed, “Jane would have my balls if I was not home for the occasion. Not now with the little one.”

“Very well. Away before this snow has us all trapped.” Loki trilled.

The door opened and closed. The hinges made your blood boil and your spine rigid. You sat up and stared at the door. You were in a trance. Horror bubbled in your veins. 

“L-L-Loki,” you said the king’s name without thinking; no title, no courtesies, but pure fear as you gripped the covers in your fists. “He--He--- Your brother---”

“Does think me stupid.” Loki rose and came to you. He coaxed you back down and unknotted your hand from around the quilt. “He did not find Magnus because that little shit would tell it all in an instant if he thought it would save his own head.” Loki growled as he twined his fingers through yours. “I know everything, mouse, but one rat at a time.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #dark thor #dark!thor #thor #fic #dark!fic #loki x reader #thor x reader #oc x reader #dark!oc #by the king's hand #series #dark fic #au #medieval au #king!loki #marvel

[thiswasinevitableid]

For the meet ugly prompts, 02 indruck?

Here you go! I went SFW on this one and interpreted the prompt kind of broadly. It's set in the same world as this Sternclay prompt

Fun fact: there is a fire lookout in the Monogahela, but the structure I describe is based on more elaborate ones elsewhere

02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless

Only in Duck’s life would “dream job” and “months alone in the woods” be equivalent.

The Bickle Nob Fire Lookout is a coveted position, and Duck is pretty fucking flattered they chose him as the ranger for July and August. He took the high clearance off-roader to get here, he’s got his bags full of everything he needs not to die of boredom (or anything else) and his schedule of supply drops. He’s as ready as can be and so fucking excited when he opens the door of the wide-windowed cabin.

Then he jumps back, startled to find a skinny, silver-haired man asleep on the floor.

“Uh, sir? This site is off-limits to visitors.”

The man wakes up in a series of catastrophic movements; he bangs into the wall, tangles in his blanket, and nearly stumbles out the window when he manages to stand.

“I, I’m sorry, I didn’t foresee anyone coming here.”

“Department spent all of June arguin’ about whether it was worth allocatin funds for this, so that’s why the place was empty. Fire up North two weeks ago scared ‘em enough to send me up here.” Duck explains with a casual smile; after all, even if he’s way off the trail, there’s no reason to assume this guy is out to cause trouble, “if you got lost hikin, I’m happy to radio down and ask for someone to come get you and take you back to your camp.”

“Nono, I, ah, I’m not lost. One needs to have a destination to be lost.”

“O-kay. Uh, well, whatever you’re lookin for, I’m afraid this ain’t it. This buildin is for the fire lookout only.”

“I promise I’ll be very unobtrusive. I even have my own supplies, you won’t have to worry about me in the slightest.” The man smiles,opening one of his two bags to show it crammed with shiny packets of food.

Duck shakes his head, “Can’t do it, sorry. I’m serious though, if you need a ride into town I can get a hold of someone who can help. Maybe, uh, you could find whatever you’re lookin for there?”

“No” the man sags, but begins zipping up his bags, “I do not think I will find it there. I am sorry for intruding.” He steps out the door, turning towards the deeper woods on the western slope.

“You need a map?” Duck calls. The man doesn’t so much as look over his shoulder.

Duck unpacks as much as he can, checks the weather station and notes the readings suggest those thunderheads on the far horizon are coming his way. By dinnertime, they’re right on top of him, rain pattering on the roof and thunder rattling the windows. He’s scanning the trees when he spots a metallic flash, not of lightning but of silver hair. His mystery visitor is huddled under a tree, wind forcing the hood of his raincoat back over and over again.

The rules and regulations in the forest are there to keep the environment and visitors safe. If something doesn’t violate those basic requirements, Duck sees no reason not to bend them.

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“I really cannot stress how grateful I am that you allowed me back in.” The visitor, who introduced himself as Indrid, finishes packing their scant trash into the can, “I promise that as soon as the storm passes I’ll leave you be.”

“Yeah, about that.” Duck scratches the back of his neck, “you really don’t got anywhere to call home, do you?”

Indrid opens his mouth. Duck stares, pointedly, at the holes in his white shirt and the worn shoes sticking out from frayed jeans.

“....No, I do not.”

“In that case, you stay here the next two months, on two conditions: one, you don’t get in the way of me doin what I’m here to do. Two, you don’t tell anyone I let you do this. Deal?”

“Yes, yes absolutely” Indrid shakes his hand, bouncing up and down a bit, “thank you so much. You will barely know I’m here.”

This turns out to be completely true and utterly false.

Indrid does keep to himself most of the day; he draws, reads, lays in the sun outside the cabin and generally stays out of Ducks way while he’s working. But he’s also the person who sits and jokes with him during meals, who eagerly follows Duck’s hand when he points out interesting birds or plants, and watches intently when Duck reads his instruments.

He never thought he could live in a fifteen by fifteen foot space with another person and not have a full head of grey by the end of it. Indrid Cold is the exception that proves the rule, Duck certain he’ll never be able to be cooped up with anyone but Indrid ever again.

It helps that he still gets his quiet time; Indrid will got out for walks, even watches for smoke so Duck can do the same. They use the wild foraging guide and Duck’s knowledge of local plants to bring back extra food. Indrid was particularly pleased when he located some wild blackberries. When Duck reminded him to watch out for bears near the berry patch, Indrid simply smirked and said there was only one bear on the mountain who could get him.

Duck’s daydreaming of what Indrid might do if caught on his way back from a dusk walk. And, more urgently, how he can convince Indrid that he wants to sleep outside tomorrow night. So it takes two tries of the front door before he notices it’s locked.

“Indrid?” he knocks, “you in there?” Stepping back, he finds the windows hastily covered by his bedsheets and blankets. He knocks harder, “that’s real fuckin dangerous, if there’s a fire we won’t see it. ‘Drid! Open the damn door!”

He continues banging, unanswered, as the moon--two days from full--rises above.

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Indrid covers his ears to block out Duck’s increasingly worried shouts from outside. This is the right choice, the best of a bad bunch; it will keep Duck and anyone else nearby safe. The ranger will probably turn him away come morning, rightly furious at his irrationality. Indrid resolves not to argue with him; he’ll slink back into the trees, just like he did the last time someone threw him out for his transgressions.

It starts in his chest, his heartbeat climbing to marathon speeds in spite of him holding still. Then his skin prickles, silver hair sprouting from every follicle, followed by his back bowing in pain and his jaw elongating with a crack. From there the adrenaline kicks in, flooding his body so the transformation doesn’t render him unconscious (and therefore helpless) with pain. When next he raises his head, a werewolf with glowing, red eyes looks back at him from the darkened windows.

Beyond the covered windows, someone howls. Then he scents it, another of his kind coming dangerously close. He has to go out, he can’t leave Duck out there with something that will rip him apart, surely he likes the human enough for his mind to see him as a friend, not prey-

CRACK

The door splinters off its hinges; he growls, ready to defend his home. A deeper growl answers him as a larger wolf, black-furred and yellow eyed, stalks across the threshold.

“What. the. Fuck?” the newcomer snaps, “I told you, you can only stay if you don’t fuck up my work and locking me out comes real fuckin close to that!”

He cocks his head “Duck?”

“No, I’m the fuckin president of the united states.”

“I, I’m so sorry.” Indrid drops to all fours, then flattens to his belly just to be safe, “I didn’t know, I just wanted to be sure I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Duck points to the broken door, “you coulda just done that from the opposite side and I woulda been dinner.”

“No I, I know that if I confine myself I tend to be...calmer. I don’t get overstimulated and then agitated.”

“You coulda just told me. Lockin me out is real rude.”

Indrid whines, crawls close enough to nose at him.

“You don’t gotta do that; I ain't assertin dominance or some shit, I’m just a little annoyed.”

He whines again, “please don’t make me leave.”

“I won’t.” Duck’s voice turns softer.

“And you will not get angry at me for not being appropriately grateful for your leniency?”

Duck frowns, “Aw jesus, did you come from one of those old-school packs?

“Yes” Indrid grumbles, hating himself for how easily he fell into manners he loathes, how deep the teachings of his home run.

Duck eases him up so they’re both sitting, then noses the side of his face, “We don't do that around here. Least, I don't. I don’t spend a ton of time with most of the other Weres when they’re wolfed-out, but they ain’t big on tradition and hierarchy the rest of the time.”

“Ah. That’s, that’s good.”

The other Were stretches, stands and pads about the room, removing the make-shift curtains, “You gotta teach me how you’re so fuckin accurate on when the moon is full enough to make us shift whether or not we want to; I thought I had a day left. I, uh, I was gonna ask you to sleep in here while I ‘slept under the stars’ so you wouldn’t know.”

“You’re not afraid of hurting someone?”

“Nah, especially not this far out. Sometimes I hunt deer, but whatever strain of this I got doesn’t go feral unless some shit goes majorly wrong.” He drops the blankets on the floor, “don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like huntin tonight. Or stargazin. I’m beat from work.”

“Agreed. Transforming against my will always makes me tired.”

Duck lays down on the floor,yawns, “In that case: sleep tight ‘Drid.”

Indrid tries to do just that. But every time he catches Duck’s scent he wishes he could move closer to him, then remembers that would be rude, and continues in that back and forth until he’s wide awake. It doesn’t help that his Were form runs cold; he’s shivering in spite of it still being close to eighty degrees.

His ears flick at Duck’s footfalls. Then a warm, bulky frame curls around his freezing, lanky one.

“This okay?” Duck carefully drapes an arm over him.

Indrid sighs, feeling safer than he has in a year, “better than.”

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“I’m a seer.”

Duck looks up from his breakfast, mouth full but question clear.

“Last night, you asked me how I knew we’d transform. Seeing the future makes it rather easy.”

“Damn, that does sound handy.”

“In many ways it is. Though it carries some, ah, some downsides.” Indrid steers his thoughts towards safer paths, “If you’d like, I could use it to help you with the fire lookout.”

The ranger grins, the expression twice as warm as his fur the night before, “That’d be fuckin great.”

Indrid smiles back, keeps his eyes on the windows so as not to look longingly back at the rumpled sheets. They awoke this morning in a heap, Duck’s modesty preserved only by a blanket and Indrid’s hair stuck in all directions. He’d been ready to apologize for not moving away before dawn, but Duck simply reached out, stroked his hair down, and asked if he wanted coffee.

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“You’re right, you can see more animals this way.” They’re perched, fully transformed, on the rocks outside the cabin. Indrid knows how to use his night vision for hunting, but Duck is teaching him how to use it for more peaceful matters.

“Yeah, long as you stay put most animals get up the nerve to nose around some.”

They’d transformed side by side, Duck banging his head in the process. Indrid licked near the bruise and made soothing, sympathetic sounds when Duck whined and cursed his luck. Back home, being demonstrative was frowned upon; here, Duck seems to always be casually bumping their bodies together.

When they go to bed several hours after moonrise, they curl up side by side without hesitation. It’s so very easy to tune out his visions when Duck is near and Indrid falls asleep while the ranger is still whispering about the birds they can hear.

He wakes up an hour later in a panic, disasters of visions past tearing through his mind.

“‘Drid? What’s wrong?” Duck noses the base of his neck.

“Nothing. Just a bad dream.” He closes his eyes, tries to focus on Duck’s scent, his breath, the wind in the trees, but still the ghosts of his memories lurk in the corners of his vision.

“Can I try somethin?” Duck murmurs. Indrid thought he’d gone back to sleep.

“Of course.”

Teeth tenderly and ever so carefully clamp the fur and skin of his neck. He goes limp in one breath. He was high status enough that no one ever did this to him, but goodness does he wish they had

The ranger let’s go, “Do I need to do it again?”

“Please.”

Duck obliges and Indrid whimpers, melting shamelessly in his arms.

“Thank you. I think I can sleep now.”

“Any time, ‘Drid. Uh, before you, uh, go to sleep there’s somethin I wanna ask you. Since you need a place to stay, do you, uh, wanna stay with me? In Kepler.”

“You’d really like that? You, if this is out of pity-”

“It ain’t.”

There were no futures where it was. Indrid wanted to hear the words all the same.

“Besides” Duck nuzzles him, “we already know we make damn good roommates.”

Indrid can’t help it; he howls, brief and joyful, safe in the knowledge that Duck will be ready with a laugh and a kiss in reply.

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugly #taz amnesty #werewolf au

[darwindrawz]

GTFO Team 729 AU fic (no one should read this except Sky)

@skyllion-uwu here it is, sorry it took me so long to figure out how to get it here lmao

Some notes:

- if you are not Sky, please save me the embarrassment and don’t read this. If you do read this, don’t make fun of me for it.

-Tore is Italian-American and has extreme anger issues, Bright is a stuck up ex-spy German asshole, and they both hate each other (at least at first).

-The team is currently trying to find a way to a lab on the upper levels to retrieve a dna sample, but Tore insisted on navigating even though Bright is the scout and he got them lost. Bright then took the map files from him to prevent any further confusion, and they are still fighting about this.

Warnings: lots of swearing, some light angst, Flea being too pure for this world (or the gtfo world I guess)

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The crackling of the team’s campfire nearly drowned out the screams of sleepers behind a nearby wall, but not enough to put Flea at ease.

He kept one hand on his gun, careful not to let the others see, lest they find out he wasn’t as tough as they all thought he was.

“I’m tellin you, we’ve been headin the wrong way for days now! We’ll never find our way outta this shithole if you don’t fuckin give me the map files!”

He rolled his eyes under his helmet. Tore and Bright were arguing again. Not that it was anything unusual; they were all under stress, and it didn’t help the two’s ongoing feud to be trapped in the same seemingly endless hallway for four days.

“Oh of course, because you know what you’re doing more than any of us do.” Bright snapped back. “Get a grip. You’re acting as immature as that mangy little kid.”

Flea perked up at that. Where was the kid, anyway? He had seen them while they were setting up camp, but now that they had a fire going it seemed that he had skulked off somewhere in the darkness surrounding them.

He stood up, eliciting a glance from Tore and Bright but no questions. “I’m gonna go find...” he trailed off as he realized neither of them were listening, his deep voice muffled by the sound of them chewing each other’s heads off.

“My fuckin rank is “tech”, dumbass! What do you think that means? THAT I’M IN CHARGE OF THE TECH.”

“Ach, verpiss dich!”

“CHE NE DICI DI FOTTERTI?!”

Flea sighed, picking up his gun and stepping into the shadows. Idiots. And he was supposed to be the big strong dumb one.

It wasn’t long before he heard Teeth’s raspy breathing coming from somewhere up ahead in the dingy hallway. Knowing better than to call out to him, he pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on and off several times, shining it at the opposite wall.

There was a pause, and then Flea heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming toward him. Just in case, he put a finger on the trigger of his combat rifle.

“Flea?”

Flea felt his shoulders relax as the kid came into view, holding his helmet in one hand and a nutrient block in the other.

“Hey kid. What’re you doing out here? It’s not safe.” He asked, lowering his flashlight as he realized it was shining directly in Teeth’s eyes.

He barked a gravelly laugh, his sharp teeth exposed. “This whole PLACE isn’t safe. Here is just extra not safe.”

Flea chuckled, shaking his head. Weird kid.

“What are you doing out here?” Teeth asked, spreading his scrawny arms to gesture at the dark hallway.

Flea sighed. “Tore and Bright are-“

“Fighting again.” Teeth groaned dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. What else is new.”

Flea smiled. “Yeah.”

“Hey!” Teeth exclaimed suddenly, making Flea jump. “You wanna see something cool?”

“Uh... sure? Whoah!” He yelled as Teeth grabbed his arm, dragging him into the dark shadow he had come out of at as fast of a pace as he was able.

Well, technically Teeth wasn’t dragging him. Flea was letting himself be dragged by someone half his height, mostly out of confusion and amusement.

Flea couldn’t tell where they were going, but before long he knew they had walked further than he and the others had scouted. The hall looked unfamiliar here, and the screams of sleepers gradually became distant and hushed.

Suddenly, after what Flea judged to be around 20 minutes of stumbling through the dark, Teeth stopped, bouncing on his toes as he grinned up at Flea. “TADA!”

Flea frowned confusedly, looking around. As far as he could see, there was nothing but a dark, empty, grey room with a large pile of old rubble in the center where the ceiling had caved in.

Even if there was nothing, at least there weren’t any sleepers.

He grunted as he felt Teeth’s sharp elbow dig into his side. “No, you big dummy! Up there!”

Flea followed his friend’s gaze, squinting against the light.

Wait, light?

“How...” he murmured in awe and confusion.

Teeth beamed. “Isn’t it great? And it’s MINE, cause I found it. If you climb on top, you can even see the sky-shiners!”

Flea looked down, confused. “Sky-shiners..?”

Teeth nodded vigorously. “Yeah! C’mere, lemme show you!” He said, grabbing Flea’s arm again and “dragging” him up the pile of concrete chunks and metal.

He let go of him once they had reached the summit of the tiny mountain, practically shaking with excitement as he pointed at the hole in the ceiling where the shaft of pale light streamed in. “There! Look!”

Flea took off his helmet, breathing in the fresh air that had somehow, miraculously, found its way to them. He looked up, his mouth falling open in awe as he looked from Teeth to the night sky above them. They must have gotten so lost they somehow ended up in one of the upper levels.

Which explained a lot. Tore had the sense of direction of a blind cow.

“That’s somethin else.” He smiled, feeling peace for the first time in days uncountable as he observed what Teeth had called the “sky-shiners”.

Stars. He means the stars. Poor kid probably either has never seen em, or doesn’t remember what they are.

He glanced at Teeth, who was squinting at the light with a look of pure, unfettered joy on his face. “How’d you find this place?”

Teeth’s face fell and he hesitated, shrugging. “I dunno.” He mumbled. “Just sorta bumped into it I guess.”

Flea raised an eyebrow. “You just happened to bump into a room half a mile away from camp?”

Teeth squirmed under his gaze, picking at the scar that ran across his face without giving an answer.

“Teeth...”

“Alright fine!” Teeth gave in, sighing as he plopped down on the rubble pile cross-legged. “I was tryin to run away, but I got distracted.”

Flea’s eyes widened in surprise. “Run away? To where???”

Teeth shot him a look. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead, ok?!”

Flea stared at him, half in shock and half in sadness that Teeth would just run off like that. They were friends, so he had thought.

He sat down next to him, thinking for a moment before speaking again.

“Why’d you wanna run away?”

Teeth glanced at him. “You wouldn’t get it.”

He scoffed, smiling gently. “Try me, kid.”

His friend sighed, planting his chin in his hands as he stared at the sliver of navy sky above them. “I... I guess I just got sick of it all. Y’know, Tore and Bright fighting, non being able to spit without hitting a sleeper, bein scared all the time... d’you not get tired of all that shit sometimes?”

Flea paused, thinking about his answer. “I do... but we have no other choice. We do what the Warden says, or we’re not around to receive it’s orders. And... even if Tore and Bright are a bit much sometimes, they’re all we’ve got, y’know? You’re all I’ve got. I can’t just give that up.” He finished, smiling passively at the sky.

Teeth was silent for a while, before he burst out laughing. “Wow.” He said in between cackles. “You’re a big cheesy idiot, y’know that?”

Flea laughed. “Maybe. That’s just my opinion though.”

They both went silent for a while, before finally Teeth spoke again in a quieter voice.

“Flea.”

“Mm.”

“D’you think I’m a mutt?”

Flea looked at him confusedly. “What?”

Teeth shrugged, chewing at one of his fingernails. “I dunno. Bright and Tore talk ugly. They say I’m some kinda animal.“

He raised his eyebrows, making a mental note to pound the others into a bloody paste later. “That’s just stupid.”

“Nah. Maybe they’re right. I only got one brain cell, according to Bright. Whatever that means.” He said, flopping down onto his back with a sigh.

“Kid, that’s not true. You might be a little... charismatic at times, but you’re not a mutt. Tore and Bright are the ones with only one brain cell. Whatever that means.” Flea added, smiling at him.

Teeth sniffed. “You’re pretty cool, Flea. Maybe I’ll stick around a while, since you’re not goin nowhere. Besides, how am I gonna prove I got uh... a lotta brain cells if I never see the others again?”

He laughed. “That’s a good point. Maybe you’ll even teach them a thing or two.”

“Yeah.” Teeth grinned.

“Do you want to go back to camp now?”

“Depends. D’you think they’ll be done fighting?” He shrugged.

Flea laughed. “Heh. Never. Maybe they’ll have their panties in less of a twist, though.”

Teeth stood up, dusting off his hands. “Well c’mon then. I got places to be, the team’s not gonna annoy itself.” He joked, looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist and cackling.

He smiled, standing and putting his helmet back on. “Lead the way.”

As his friend took off enthusiastically down the dark hallway, Flea turned and savored one last glimpse of the moon. He missed it; being on the surface. The fresh air, and trees, and no constant petrifying fear of whether or not you’d make it to the next day.

But as he followed Teeth down the twisting concrete passage, and heard the sound of Tore and Bright’s bickering accented voices begin to grow louder, he felt the longing and sadness drain from his weary body. They were his family now, and it was his job to keep them together. And if he was going to die in a dark, filthy, sleeper-ridden shithole, he was going to do it fighting for them.

“Where were you?” Bright asked impatiently, looking up as he and Teeth stepped back into the comforting circle of warmth around their fire.

Teeth snorted. “That’s real sweet, Bright. I didn’t expect you to notice we were gone.”

Flea shot him a silencing look. “We found a way forward.”

Teeth frowned. “We did?”

“Are you serious?” Bright asked, raising his eyebrows.

He nodded. “Teeth found a way to the upper levels. Just where we need to go to get to the labs.”

Bright turned to Teeth skeptically, looking him up and down. “This mutt found a way up that we couldn’t find in four days of scouting?”

“He’s not a mutt.” Flea growled, causing Bright to look back away with a frightened expression on his face. “And yes. Now are you two gonna sit here squawking like an old married couple, or are we going to get out of here?”

Bright glanced at Tores, who flipped him off briefly before nodding at Flea. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go.”

He looked down at his friend, who was shifting uncomfortably under the multitude of eyes locked on him. Flea patted him on the back, smiling even if Teeth couldn’t see it through his helmet. “You’re in charge, kid. Lead the way.”

Teeth grinned, puffing out his chest slightly as the power visibly went straight to his head. “Follow me, assholes!”

Bright and Tore reluctantly followed him as he took off sprinting down the hallway, nearly tripping several times in his excitement. Flea brought up the rear, stomping out their fire as he followed after them, smiling.

Back on the move again, and no sleepers chasing them this time. It looked like everything was going to be ok.

For now, at least.

#darwin said something #thanks for reading this if you got to the bottom! #I would love to hear what you think #I might start a sideblog for comics and stuff if it’s any good #gtfo #my ocs

[peanutxparker]

A (very long) list of all of my favorite AJJ lyrics because why not

Candy Cigarettes and Cap Guns (2005)

“Well my great grand-dad he died of cancer, from smoking too many cigarettes. But I must confess that he did quite profess to being the coolest motherfucker I ever met.”

“And cocaine is essentially vegan and they don't give a fuck anyway.”

“And I can't help but miss him even though he hit me everyday.”

“So fuck white people! (fuck white people!)”

“Heaven is a special place in hell where you can watch the people you hate get hurt.”

“You find me quite charming and I find it quite alarming ‘cause I'm gonna take your life. You find me quite charming and I find it quite alarming and I'm sad you won't be my wife.”

“What makes you think you can be so pretty? And what makes you think you can be so great? And what makes you think you can be so intelligent? And what makes you think you can be so far away?”

“What makes you think you can be so wonderful? And what makes you think you can be so keen? And what makes me think I can be so hurtful? And what makes me think I can be so mean?”

“Sometimes I feel like a cigarette, I'm wrapped in paper and I'm suffocating to death.”

“I don't want to be a cigarette anymore. I'll go to hell in my self death all day and night, so please just put me out.”

People Who Can Eat People Are The Luckiest People In The World (2007)

“Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you. Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you. Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds. Rejoice because you’re trying your best”

“I'm afraid to leave the house. I'm as timid as a mouse. I'm afraid if I go out I'll outwear my welcome. I'm not a courageous man. I don't have any big lasting plans. I'm too cowardly to take a stand, I want to keep my nose clean. And it's sad to know that we're not alone in this and it's sad to know that there's no honest way out. In this life we lead, we could conquer everything if we could just get the brave to get out of bed in the morning.”

“And I give a thank-you to my father for not raising me, and I give a finger to my step-father for beating me, and I give props to myself for achieving, and god damn I’m glad that I survived, and god damn I’m surprised that I survived.”

“So I looked into your eyes and I saw the reflection of a coward you and I both hate very much and then I grabbed the knife and I let the blood out of your throat and I smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull.”

“If I don’t go to hell when I die I might go to heaven, might go to heaven. But probably not.”

“Just happy times and half assed rhymes and mimes because mimes are dears, but most of all I want no more tears.”

“No more racism. No more discrimination. No more fat dumb fucks keeping people out of our nation.”

“We’re all one big band across this land and we should sing in tune. Let us grow the balls to break the walls, we’ve got to do it soon.”

“And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don’t burn to the ground.”

“First we were babies, we're birthing and dying. Then we were children, we're playing and crying. And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking. But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing.”

“And your manic depression, it comes and it goes. Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts and you're in fight or flight mode.”

“How's the world so small when the world is so large? And what made the world? Could I please speak to who's in charge? Everything is real but it's also just as fake. From your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake.”

“I've tried to know which words to sing so many times. I tried to know which chord to play and I tried to make it rhyme. And I tried to find the key that all good songs are in. And I tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din.”

“There's someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you.”

“I've got essays, I've got finals due. I have got lots and lots of problems.”

“Welcome to this world, have as much fun as you would like while helping others have as much fun as you're having. Be kind to those you love and be kind to those you don't but for God's sake you gotta be kind.”

Can’t Maintain (2009)

“I wanna pick up the pieces and plant them in the ground. When a tree grows there I want to chop that tree down. Build it into a boat and float it in a lake. And with dynamite I will explode the thing that makes me make mistakes.”

“Sometimes I get so lonesome I can't breathe. Sometimes I get so scared that I can't speak. Sometimes I get so worried I can't hear my heartbeat. Anyway…”

“I wanna tear out my heart and give it away to a person more deserving one day. If all I see is the worst in everything that's all I'm gonna get, that's all I'm gonna get, that's all I'm gonna get.”

“And people freak me out. People make me scared. People make me so damn self-aware.”

“I get bronchitis twice a year at least. My lungs aren't the way they should be. And I smoke more than a mother fuckin chimney. I declare war on my body.”

“You will cough up crows that peck my eyes and I will do nothing but go blind.”

“We could live there together or I'll live alone, less happy but I'll live... unfortunately.”

“And no one will know how I truly feel ‘cause I can no longer differentiate between what is fake and what is real. I don't know how I feel.”

“And I will always appreciate bad days like this because they grant me a point of reference in regards to my happiness.”

“If the bridge that I was driving over collapsed while I was driving over it that may not be such a bad thing. I would finally meet my maker, I could meet the great creator, and I'd punch him for teaching me how to sing.”

“Don't know if I believe in god but sometimes I pray because the way I was raised keeps me afraid.”

“I hope I can forgive me for having the nerve to exist. I hope someone can help me make some sense of this.”

“Sense and sensibility and peaceful productivity, a pretty girl with broken wings is all that I desire. But there's so much hostility in all the things surrounding me. The awful glow of enmity is trying to stop my shine. So I try to look inwardly at all the things inside of me but sodomy and buggery keep bubbling to the top.”

“I met you once over the phone, you sounded sad and you seemed alone. You left me but I never left you. I never had the chance to.”

“If you spend all your heart on something that has died you are not alive and that can't be your life.”

Knife Man (2011)

“There's no one to blame. People are just fucking mean.”

“So if I see a penny on the ground, I leave it alone or fucking flip it. I'm a straight white male in America. I've got all the luck I need.”

“I've got a pile of broken mirrors and I'm walking under ladders and I'll spill a ton of salt because to me that doesn't matter.”

“You were dead by the time that I had found you. Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed. So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you. Your body felt just like a back pack.”

“I hate whiny, fucking songs like this but I can't afford a therapist. Sorry guys, here's a solo.”

“Some days I feel like I'm the weakest and others the strongest. These days are the longest and I've got the weirdest feeling about this and I wanna go away for a while.”

“I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the sun. I'm sick of songs about the summer.”

“When you have no one, you are no one. Like I said, I used to work at the people pound. All these no ones clumped together, just like a human lost and found. If they left them all be someones there wouldn't be enough to go around. It's better for us all us if there are no ones. And I knew a lot of no ones round that time. They used to all be someones until something took their life and all their someones disappeared while they're stuck there waiting in a line. And for them now, no one seems to have the time.”

“They say ambition is an enemy of weakness and greatness is an enemy of fame.When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song, I think of what my mentor used to say… “Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song. Cus they'll keep your belly full and your wallet lined. Don't bother these nice people with your sad sack songs. If you ask me I think they're just a waste of time.””

“Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow and sorrow is the best friend of my drink. Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow but I'm too worried of what other folk's will think.”

“And the troubles in my heart need to get let out. And the troubles in my heart need to escape. And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery and God knows that I never learned to paint. So every now and then, I'll sing sad songs. Cus it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean. And if you don't care to hear I don't mind if you go out for some air. Cus I'm happy that you're happier than me.”

“So I wish I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette but I wonder what a cigarette will really do to help that person out. I wish to God I had some spare change for every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change but there's not enough spare change in the world to make such an empty gesture count.”

“You can hope it gets better and you can follow your dreams but hope is for presidents and dreams are for people who are sleeping.”

“You don't have it any better and you don't have it any worse. You're an irreplaceable human soul with your own understanding of what it means to suffer and that’s a huge bummer.”

“I'm afraid of the way I live my life. I'm afraid of the way I don't. I'm afraid of the things that I want to do but I won't. I'm afraid of God. I'm afraid to believe and I'm afraid of all the loved ones that I've made leave. I'm afraid that my dog doesn't love me anymore. I'm afraid of the social laziness that let Kitty Genovese die. And I'm afraid of the mob mentality that makes otherwise normal people go blind. I'm afraid of the way that the world works and I'm afraid of the words in my notebooks. I'm afraid that you all know that I am a pervert.”

“It's harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else. I wish I were a little less of a coward but the big red bird that lives under the city doesn't give a damn about me and it dies every night. So I bought a knife. I am a knife.”

Rompilation (2012)

“I used to be a spiderman, I used to be a cowboy from hell, but not anymore. Now I'm just a clam and I live inside this shell inside this shell I am. God damn I hate my brain.”

“I'll dip my brain in medicine so that you can stand to be with me.”

“Give me your tired, give me your tired, give me your poor. When our government acts like this, I wonder what World War II was for and the rest of the country hates us more and more. Lady Liberty is not a whore.”

“This is not a protest, it's a tortoise slowly pushing through a race. I hope the tortoise keeps its patience while the hare continues to pepper-spray its face.”

“There is no enemy, there's only people that also love their families and they're scared that they won't have enough long after they are deceased. But how much money do they need? Love turns into fear, and fear turns into greed. There is no enemy, there's only dummies that also love their families.”

“And this is not a phase, it's just a matter of time, with diligence and peacefulness, you will reach them and you will change their minds. If you stay there long enough, they'll start to see you.”

“And when you pushed my face in shit how could that have made you feel like a man or like a monster. It's your fault that I can't tell the difference.”

“In the evening I try songwriting. I'm self loathing, but I love singing. I'll try escaping these evil feelings but they keep coming, they keep coming…”

“So the baby's gonna have a daddy, that's wonderful news. He won't be the greatest parent but neither will you! Gotta get out while you can, otherwise you're screwed. Your legs are broken and your eyes are black and blue.”

“And smoking is like hiring a hitman for five dollars a day, and as cool as that is, I don't wanna keep dying this way.”

Christmas Island (2014)

“Shoot him again ‘cause I can see his soul dancing.”

“If you give it to me I’ll give it back much harder. If you treat me like a son, then I’ll treat you like a daughter. Everyone has a future, everyone has a soul, everyone has a heart, they have a mind, they have control.”

“The Coffin Dancer dances like he has something the prove because he does. He sleeps a couple hours in the morning, hates the morning when he wakes up.”

“The Coffin Dancer dances like he wants to make a friend, but he does not.”

“Getting naked and playing with guns. There's a gerbil in the microwave, a baseball bat in everyone. Sharing kisses and building a bomb. We'll set it off like Microsoft in '94.”

“McDonald's PlayPlace before the Xbox, cake frosting, sweet talking, bedroom wall, covered in knives, touching God, burning shit. We'll make a wish and take a trip to Future Town like our daddy did.”

“Have you ever wanted to be, have you ever wanted to see someone better in the mirror? Have you ever wanted to go, have you ever wanted to know somewhere greener, somewhere cleaner. I bet you got something beautiful in mind.”

“I can’t handle astounding works of beauty. I think I like my pretty pretty ugly but the beautiful soul I witnessed in that movie was an entirely different kind of overwhelming. It was a dog that won’t stop barking. Like a cut that never stops bleeding. Arizona sunsets in the early evening. Or a grown man inconsolably weeping.”

“I am the Kool-Aid stains on the mouth of a kid whose name is most likely Cody. He had a juice box for breakfast and he carries a stick that he most likely found in the alley. Cody doesn't have friends and his parents hate each other and he wants to find a better way to love his family and after school he hangs out in the abandoned house behind the Arby's.”

The Bible 2 (2016)

“Oh, I love you cause I love you cause I can.”

“On your last night at Saint Mary's you were way too intoxicated to breathe. So I used your ribs as ladders and I climbed up on your chest and I jumped up and down just like a trampoline.”

“Confused and rude. Such a special kind of way to be cruel.”

“If I were one of the things, I'd be american garbage. The most beautiful thing. The most beautiful american garbage you have ever seen.”

“No more shame, no more fear, no more dread.”

“And if you don't want to feel the feeling, no one should ever make you feel the feeling.”

“I thought I saw you before I knew who you were.”

“I just wanted to rage but all I got was tired”

“I showed him all the books that I was raised on. Your Madeleine L'Engle(s) and D'Aulaires' Mythologies.”

“And his eyes became a beacon, an LCD projector, broadcasting all my memories in a clear and vivid picture. His tongue became a staircase, his uvula - The knocker of an ornate wooden door that lead me straight into my future. His throat became a hallway with a thousand baby pictures and I became forgiveness, I transformed into the closure that I lost when I learned about the tragedy of all of us. I lost it when I learned about the tragedy of all of us.”

Good Luck Everybody (2019)

“If you don't give it to them they'll starve to death and that's alright.”

“I've got the normalization blues, this isn't normal, this isn't good.”

“I'm detached and I'm distracted, all keyed up but unproductive, vacillating between being all excited and disgusted and then dozing lackadaisically in this bubble where I've made my mental home. Connection's more important now than it ever was, but I'd rather be alone.”

“And when we talk about the president, we're either pissed off or we're giggling about an atrocity he's committing or some stupid shit he's tweeting. He's a symptom and a weapon of the evil men who really run the show. The ones who melt down human beings into money like a cruel Sorcerer's Stone.”

“This is the golden age of dickotry, probably the last golden age of anything, and the ugliest word in the English language is anthropocene. Good luck, everybody. Good luck.”

“But before that, you'll be a doormat, for every vicious narcissist in the world. Oh how they'll screw you, all up and over, then feed you silence for dessert.”

“I'm sorry that you have to have a body, filled with infection, one hundred scabs singing in unison, eyes and hands, sometimes bullets, uninvited, passing through us.”

“Oh to be awake for such a shitty dream. A bullet in the head of every decent thing.”

“The lake of dead black children that America created is getting fuller than the founding Fathers even wanted. The ghost of great America was underestimated and now it rages like a cold sore on the lip of this dumb nation. Again we've slipped inside a pit of absolute despair. That's where we live.”

“Rewarding our worst cruelty, they destroyed our shared reality, and now they upsell us our dignity like some fucked VIP package.”

“There is no absolute, these days there's no such thing as truth and you don't need to be a dick about it.”

“I'm a burnout and a fool, oblivious to all I do. I move my lips when I read and breathe with my mouth open, wide open. Timid, meek, and cruel, this is the best that I can do. I need to speak my truth, yet here I'm broken wide, wide open. My resentment, big and strong, and all the things that I can't change. They'll buckle me beneath the weight. I will drive myself insane with all the things that I can't change. I hate all the things that I can't change.”

“You're a loudmouth and a tool, and as it turns out I am too, and you don't need to be a dick about it.”

“Because I know that you know what I need more than me and I know that you need me more than that.”

“For all the pussies you grab and the children you lock up in prison, for all the rights you roll back and your constant stream of racism, for all the poison you drip in my ear, for all your ugly American fear. I wrote you this beautiful song called Psychic Warfare.”

“I hate you with all of my heart. I hate you with all of my art.”

“I went back to the desert, little Midwest in me, and now I am colder than I used to be. I live in a fortress the shape of my body, and now there's a coldness, and it's shaped like me. Now I don't suffer any more bullshit gladly. Even though everything's bullshit now, here in 2019 and you can bet it's gonna be a bunch of bullshit too out in sweet 2020 or whenever this album's released.”

#ajj band #ajj #andrew jackson jihad

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Eighty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. (bum stuff right away)

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

While Harry was cleaning up in the shower, you got out the special box. You lay the towel out on the bed, a new one that you and Harry had picked out together. It seemed silly, but sometimes when he was extremely shy, he would pull it out and that’s how you knew he wanted you in that way.

“All clean.” He beams when he walks out of the bathroom.

“Baby, we’ll have to use the plug for a bit after I use my fingers. We haven’t done this in awhile, and I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Alright, angel.”

Harry helps you out of the rest of your clothes, and you both kiss for a bit while laying down. He sucks on one of your nipples while he fingers you. Harry always liked taking care of you first before you took care of him in this way. He made sure to make you come twice before he let you get between his legs.

You got plenty of lube around his hole and on your fingers. You suckled his tip while you just lightly played with the area around his hole, just to get him relaxed. Then you slipped your fingers inside, curling them up the way he does to you. He gasps when you graze his prostate. You love the way his cock twitches from it.

“Fuck, baby.” His head rolls back as he moans. He whimpers when you retract your fingers.

“Just getting the plug ready, doll.” You smile.

You grab the plug and get it lubed up before slowly and carefully inserting it.

“Wanna sixty-nine while we wait?” He asks, blushing.

“Ooo, I like where your head’s at tonight.” You giggle.

You climb up his body and turn around. He grabs at your ass to pull you closer. You wrap your lips around his throbbing cock as he licks into you. You groan against him which causes his hips to buck up. You take him further down your throat. You were being sloppy with him. You had spit and precome dripping down your chin. He was being just as sloppy with you. You could hear him slurping on you, and it was driving you nuts. You swallow around him when you feel your legs start to shake. You release on his tongue.

“Pull off babe, I wanna wait to come.”

You get off of him and slowly take the plug out. You stand up and put the strap on. You turn around as you stroke the lube onto the dildo. You didn’t like when he’d watch you do this part, for whatever reason. You get back on the bed and spread his legs apart.

“Ready for me, honey?”

“Mhm.” He smiles and hooks his legs under his arms for you.

“God, you looks so beautiful Harry.”

He gasps as you start to push the tip of the dildo in. He clenches, only for a second, and then relaxes. You slowly push inside him and he sighs.

“How’s that feel?” You rest your hands on his knees.

“Good, you can move now.”

You nod and start to rock in and out of him. You close your eyes and try to concentrate for a moment. You try to remember where his special spot is. When you hear him let out a throaty moan your eyes snap open.

“Right there, babe, shit.” He groans. His body had a nice layer of sweat on it now.

“Yeah? I’m hitting good?”

“So good, sooo fucking good.”

You use one of your hands to pump his cock up and down as you continue to his rub up against his prostate. He starts panting, you knew he was close. His eyes glaze over, he was fully gone. You had him screaming and crying out when he came. You pointed his dick towards your stomach how he likes. You give him a second to catch his breath before you pull out of him. You get the strap off and climb onto his chest. You rest on him, planting kisses on his neck.

“You did so good, Harry. You’re always so good.”

He strokes the back of your head and plays with your hair.

“I never thought in my wildest dreams I’d ever like somethin’ like that, but Jesus, that feels good. And you looks so fuckin’ sexy doin’ it.”

“I do?”

“You have no idea.” He kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so much.” You give him a little squeeze and get up. “M’gonna start the bath.”

He watches you get up and strut into the bathroom. You call for him once it’s all set.

“I wanna sit behind you.” He says as he gets in.

“Okay baby.”

You get in and sit in front of him. He holds you close, and you lean your head against his shoulder. You look up at him and he kisses you. You can’t help but moan into the kiss when you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. His hand slips between your legs and starts ribbing your clit in small circles.

“Aren’t you tired?” You say against his lips.

“Never too tired for this.”

His fingers slip inside you while his thumb stays on your clit. He hooks his other arm under one of your legs to get in deeper. You clutch the rim of the tub as you grit your teeth.

“Ngh, Harry.” You groan.

“Like when my fingers get nice and deep?” He says into your ear.

“Yes.”

He nibbles on your earlobe as he rubs up against that spongy spot. You grind your hips into his hand. Your head rolls back hard against him. You thought you were going to slip under the water. Your chest was heaving, what the fuck was he doing to you?

“Harry!” You cry out as you come undone.

“C’mere.”

You turn around and straddle him. You wrap your arms arouns his shoulders and hide your face in the crook of his neck. His hands go to your back and press you further against him. You sit there for awhile just holding each other. It was soft and tender, and what you both needed. You always give each other exactly what you needed.

//

Just because you had Monday off, didn’t mean that Harry had Monday off. This was a really big weekend for last minute senior photos.

“Wanna come to work with me today?” He asks as he rolls over, snuggling up to you.

“Hmmm.” You give him a playful smile.

“You kid bring Buster, hang out at the park.”

“That would be nice. I do have some school work to do though.”

“So bring your laptop, you can work up in my office.”

“Alright, you’ve sold me.”

You both get up and take a quick shower. You pack both your lunches, and get Buster leashed up. Harry drives you both to the studio.

“Y/N! What a nice surprise.” Isaac smiles, and hands Harry his coffee.

“Mind gettin’ her one?”

“Not at all!” Isaac stands up.

“Harry.” You scold him. “I can go get my own coffee.” You assure Isaac.

“I don’t mind, Y/N, it’s part of my job.” He smiles.

“But you don’t work for me.” You take Buster’s leash off. “Hang with Uncle Isaac while I go next door, baby.”

Buster goes to his little dog bed behind Isaac’s desk.

“Where’s Mariah?” You ask.

“She asked to come in at noon today.” Harry shrugs. “I’ll be up in the office before my first appointment.”

You nod and head out the door the the coffee shop. You get yourself an iced coffee, and a few doughnuts, and head back in.

“I’m so glad it’s air conditioned in here.” You say to Isaac. “Doughnut?”

“Sure!” He looks in the bag. “Ooo, Boston Cream, you know these are Seth’s favorite?” He takes one and bites into it.

“Mine too! Something he and I bonded over early on in our friendship. Once a week we’d go to Dunkin’, and get one. It was like our Friday tradition.”

“Aww, that’s so cute. We’ve begun a Friday tradition of our own.”

“And what might that be?”

“I go to his place and we cook dinner together.” He swoons. “Then we watch a movie together on his couch, and he keeps an arm around me the whole time. I’ve noticed he really likes touch.” You nod. “Suppose I didn’t need to tell you that.”

“Oh, Isaac, I love when you tell me these things. It just reaffirms that I did the right thing by setting the both of you up. I like knowing he’s treating you right. What’s your favorite thing to make with him so far?”

“We made chicken parm once, oh my god, you should’ve seen him pound on that chicken with the mallet.”

You burst out laughing, and so does he. You stifle when a teenage boy his mother walk in. You step aside so they can check in with Isaac.

“Hi, you must be Benjamin.”

“Yeah.” He says shyly.

“Let me tell Harry you’re here.” Isaac presses a button on his desk phone. “Harry? Benjamin’s here.” He hangs up. “He’ll be down in a moment, please have a seat. May I get either of you anything?”

“Oh no, we’re all set.” The mother smiles and the two sit down.

“Think I’m gonna head up to his office now. Buster, come on baby.” He yips and heads up the stairs with you.

When you walk into Harry’s office he was just locking the top drawer in his desk. He shoves the keys in his pocket. You kiss each other and out he goes. You set your laptop up on his desk and get to work on your school assignments. Buster sits on the little love-seat Harry has in his office. You loved the way he’s slowly decorated it. There were a few pictures of you on his desk. That stupid one you hate of you wearing pj’s on Christmas morning, a picture of the two of you from his birthday, and the picture of the three of you (you, him, and Buster) from Castle Island. He also had a separate picture of Buster from when he was a puppy.

“Alright, Benjamin, we’re gonna head across the street.”

“Okay.” His mother stands up with him.

“Comin; with, mum?”

“Well sure, I have to make sure he-“

“You know, in my experience,” He pulls her aside, turning on the charm. “It’s a lot more fun for the kids when the parent doesn’t hang around. This is a special day for them, you know?”

“It’s just-“

“I promise, he’ll smile and the pictures will be beautiful. He seems a little tense though, so I’d like to try it with just me and him, yeah?” She blinks at him. “You can hang here with my pal Isaac.” He smiles and she nods.

He nods over to Benjamin and they both outside.

“You can, uh, call me Ben.”

“Alright, Ben it is.”

Harry looks around to see where he wants to start first.

“Sit down there, against that tree. The shade’s perfect.”

Ben does as he says.

“Does your mum do that a lot?” Ben sighs and nods. “A lot of you have overprotective parents, so I’ve noticed.” He chuckles.

“I know she means well, but she’s so far up my ass sometimes…I can’t wait to go away to college next year.”

“Where do yeh wanna go?”

“Not sure yet…I just wanna go away somewhere that she has to call first and can’t just drop in.”

Harry laughs and nods. This loosens Ben up a bit and Harry’s able to get some beautiful shots of him. You come downstairs to use the bathroom, and the mother looks at you funny. You shrug it off as you head to the toilet.

“Who is that woman? Does she work here too?”

“Her?” Isaac giggles. “No, no. She just has the day off from work. She’s Harry’s girlfriend. She’s doing some of her grad work up in his office.”

“Oh, I see.”

“She’s really something. Harry’s head over heels for her. I’ve known him a few years, never seen him so in love.”

They both look at you as you go back up the stairs. Ben and Harry come back into the studio after an hour or so outside.

“This one’s all set, he did great. Now, just make sure to give your information to Isaac. Once I send you the edited photos, all you have to do is email us which one you want in your yearbook and we’ll send it to your school.”

“Do we get to see-“

“Showed him a couple, don’t worry. Nice meetin’ yeh Ben.” He smiles. “I’m startin’ to book out in June for graduation photos, so if you like what you see afterwards, feel free to come see me again.”

Harry heads up to his office to load the photos onto his computer before his next client shows up.

“Hi baby.” He says.

“Oh hi!” You turn to look at him. “Here, I’ll go sit over there.” You get up and sit with Buster.

“Thanks.” He takes the SD card out of his camera, and slides it into his computer.

You watch as he creates a new folder for Ben and loads all the pictures in. He swivels around in the chair to look at you.

“What?”

“Kinda like the way yeh look hangin’ out here.”

“Well don’t get to used to it. S’just for today.”

“I know…is it weird that sometimes I wished we worked together?”

“Not really, although I think we’d get on each other’s nerves.” You laugh.

“What makes yeh say that?”

“Well…now we have have our separate spaces, and we’re able to miss each other all day, and then we get home and we’re able to talk about our days. If we worked together, there wouldn’t be much to talk about, would there?”

“Not true, you work with Niall and you’re able to talk to him.”

“Yeah, but I don’t live with him. When we hang out outside of work we’re catching up.”

“Guess that makes sense.”

“I can’t quit my job, Harry.”

“Woah, that’s not what I was gettin’ at.” He puts his hands up in defense. “I’d never ask you to do that. I know how much you love it.”

“I mean, I love doing all the freelance stuff for you. I really enjoy keeping your website and social media updated.”

“Speakin’ of that.”

He unlocks the top drawer in desk very carefully, and snatches an envelope form it. He locks it up quickly.

“Here.”

“What’s this?” You gasp when you open it and see cash. “Harry, what the hell is this?”

“We’ve started makin’ money off the ads you suggested we do on Facebook. I’ve wanted to pay yeh for the work you’ve been doin’ for awhile, but I needed to wait to make sure everything else was all set. You deserve to be paid for your work. Gotta pay yeh under the table of course.”

“I know you don’t expect me to keep this.” You try to hand it back to him, but he doesn’t take it. “Harry, come on, this is stupid.”

“You’ve been workin’ for me, Y/N. You’ve earned that.”

“No.” You shake your head. “I do all these things because I love you and want to help you how I can. I don’t want this money. I’d rather you put it towards something else.”

“Like what?”

“Well…we could put it towards our shared bank account and let it just pay our rent? Or save it for a rainy day. Oh! We could use it towards a vacation at some point.”

Or towards the wedding. He thinks to himself.

“Alright, towards a vacation sounds good. I’ll just keep it all in an envelope, like a nest egg.”

“Okay.”

He takes it and puts it in the safe under his desk.

“I do appreciate you wanting to pay me though, that means a lot.”

//

Mariah comes in at noon, and works with a client right away. You and Harry head across the street with Buster to eat your lunches.

“It’s so nice out today.” You toss Buster a carrot. “Not humid for once.”

“Mm, I know. I felt bad for some of the kids this summer. Can only edit out so much sweat from the pictures.”

You laugh and nearly choke on your food.

“I did mine right before school started, weather was similar to this.”

“Your pictures were beautiful.”

“Did I show them to you?”

“No…I, uh, creeped on your Facebook one time cause I was curious.” He blushes.

“That’s cute.” You giggle. “My Sean had done them for me. He had graduated a year earlier, but he had his own photography business. I had known him since middle school, it was fun to work with him.”

“Your hair was so cute, with your little bangs.”

“I’d cut my hair like that again in an instant, but it’s so hard to keep up with. And my forehead broke out really bad all the time. It just wasn’t worth it after awhile.”

“We didn’t get to do stuff like that at my school. We had to get our pictures taken by the school photographer, and we had to be in uniform.”

“I’m sorry, did you say uniform?”

“Yeah, a lot of the schools require uniforms over there.”

“Please tell me you have a picture.”

He chuckles and scrolls through his phone to see if he has one. He scrolls really far back on his Facebook.

“Ah! Here’s one.”

“Look at you! You’re a fetus!”

“Quit it.”

“And your hair is so curly! And the glasses! Jesus, you were cute.”

“Oi, I’m still cute.” He snatches his phone back from you.

“Yes, very cute.” You kiss his cheek. “But that’s like an innocent sort of cute, you know? Like, adorable.”

“I bet the boys were knockin’ down your door after you posted those pictures.”

“Yeah right.” You scoff. “I wasn’t exactly the cool girl, Harry. I wasn’t all that popular, and I had a small group of friends. I actually bounced around from group to group since I did theater and played sports.”

“M’little actress.” He kisses your nose. “I remember you mentioning you didn’t date much in high school.”

“I really didn’t. I had my first kiss at fourteen and didn’t kiss anyone again until I was seventeen. I had guy friends, and boys that I liked, but they just never liked me back…”

“Idiots.”

“Oh stop.” You nudge him. “I was very shy back then. I didn’t become outgoing until college, where I felt like I could just be myself, you know?” He nods. “Plus, the girls just became my people and my life just got more fun.”

“Yeah, I feel like I really could find myself in uni. Way less judgement. And since I didn’t have to wear a uniform anymore, I could really experiment with my look.”

“You have an array of clothes, I love it.”

“And that’s one of the things I love about you. You just let me be myself. You never look at me funny.”

“Why would I? Wear whatever makes you comfortable.”

He hooks an arm over your shoulders and pulls you into him. He kisses the top of your head and you both watch Buster run around and play.

//

It was the perfect day off. You loved seeing Harry in action. He was so wonderful with his clients. His last client of the day was a newborn shoot. It was Harry’s old friend that you had run into at the market months ago. You think you remember her name being Lydia. They had wrapped up and Harry was holding the baby while catching up with his friend. You were talking with Isaac as he finished up his work for the day. You couldn’t help but be amazed at how naturally Harry could hold the baby. You had seen it several times before, but something about this was different.

He hands the baby back to his mother, and out she goes. Harry goes up to his office to grab his things, and he comes back down. He locks the door and out to his car you go.

“Didja have a nice day?” He asks.

“It was great! Buster sure likes that park.”

“It’ll be tough once the winter comes, he’ll miss it I bet.”

“God, I’m not looking forward to waking up on those cold mornings to bring him out.”

“So I’ll do it.” He shrugs.

“Don’t be silly.” You rest your hand on his thigh. “I enjoy my time with him in the morning.”

“You know while he was sick he whined all day while you were sleepin’. Thought he’d like spendin’ some extra time with me.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets missing me so much from.” You laugh.

“I do not whine or whimper when I miss you.” A smile grows on his lips. “I just get grumpy and take it out on my coworkers.” You burst out laughing.

“It’s a wonder they don’t hate me then.”

Harry laughs and continues the drive home. You both make vegan BLT’s for dinner and settle in on the balcony. Buster was a good boy and ate his dinner, so you gave him a little treat.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Could we watch Glee tonight?”

“Of course!”

It was the middle of the second season. It was the…Justin Bieber episode.

“God.” Harry groans. “Please tell me you weren’t a fan of that idiot.”

“Not at all.” You snort. “He’s a fucking douchebag, I didn’t fall under the spell. A couple of my friends did though, it was super annoying.”

“Were you obsessed with any celebrities back then?”

“Oh, yeah! Zac Efron was the first boy I ever loved.” You both giggle.

“He certainly was the one to make that hair styles cool.”

“Exactly! You know, some weeks they really missed the mark with the songs, and other weeks it was like holy shit that was breath taking.”

“Mm, yeah, I agree. You know I’ve started to make a playlist of my favorites.”

“Really?! I wonder how it compares to mine.”

“Let’s see.”

You both take your phones out and go to your Spotify playlists. There was quite a bit of overlap, but a few songs that you didn’t agree on.

“How do you not like Like a Prayer?!”

“S’not that I don’t like it, I just don’t need it on my playlist.”

“But it’s one of their best songs!”

“I’m savin’ room for the other seasons! I haven’t even heard half the songs you have on yours yet.”

“Okay fine, you got me there. At least we can agree on Total Eclipse of the Heart.”

“The first time I listened to that with headphones in? Chills.”

“I’m really glad you’ve gotten so into it. Is there a show you like that we haven’t watched yet?”

“I really like the older seasons of Top Gear…I think those guys are funny.”

“Maybe I could watch it with you sometime.”

“Sure.” He puts his arm around you and you snuggle in closer as the episode goes on.

//

It was 3AM and Harry hadn’t been able to fall asleep yet. The day was getting closer and closer and he was getting more nervous and anxious. He was excited of course, he knew you were going to say yes, how could you not? But he was scared something might go wrong, or that something could get ruined. He was putting so much work in to surprise you, while also having to play it cool around you.

He turns over on his side and looks at you. You were on your side facing him, lips parted, soft snores coming from you. He never really got to see you when you were in a deep sleep. As always, he thought you were the cutest thing in the world. He watches as your eyebrows furrow and your hand reaches out for him. You sigh once it rests on his hip. He inches closer to you and gets his leg between yours.

“Mm, Harry?” You say without opening your eyes.

“Go back to sleep, angel.” He says softly as he strokes your cheek.

“You can’t sleep?”

“Havin’ a little trouble tonight, I’m afraid.”

“Mm, my poor baby.”

You roll onto your back and pull him onto you. Your eyes were still closed, but you start stroking his head and scratching his scalp. He nestles into your chest. He could feel his eyes starting to droop, but you hadn’t work a shirt to bed, and being in between your breasts like this was making another part of his body perk up. You could feel it against your hip.

“Harry.” You sigh.

“M’not doin’ it on purpose.” He groans. “Sorry.”

“Well, it’s clearly not going away…you can just stick it in if you want.”

“What?”

“We’ve done that before.”

“Not when we’re tryin’ t’sleep though.”

“Baby, I’m so tired, go ahead, if it’ll help you sleep.”

“The second I stick it in, I’m gonna need to fuck you.” Your eyes snap open and you look down at him.

“Okay, so then fuck me.”

“I feel really bad, you’re gonna be tired for work, and-“

“The sooner you fuck me the sooner we can both cuddle and go to sleep.”

Harry dips lower under the blankets and gets his head between your legs. You weren’t expecting him to go down on you, but you weren’t complaining. His tongue felt really good on you right now. He had your toes curling right away. You and Harry had been together for almost a year and something you noticed in all that time is that he always sticks his tongue up inside you first. He loved to suck and nibble on your clit, but he loved to get his tongue up inside you. Again, you weren’t complaining.

Your head thrashes against your pillow and your hands run through his hair.

“Need to see you!” You gasp as he sucks on you.

He rips the blankets away and looks up at you. You mouth falls open as you look down at him. Your eyes screw shut when he makes you come.

“Jesus.” You breathe.

He kisses up your body and slides inside you. You moan as he starts to rock in and out of you. You pucker your lips so he’ll kiss you. Your tongue slides into his mouth and he groans into you. He reaches for both your hands rests them on the pillow. You squeeze his as he thrusts in and out. God, you loved when he made love to you like this.

“Harry.” You moan as he starts to hit your g-spot.

“I love you, Y/N, fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” You squeeze his hands again. “Please, fill me up.”

“Yeah? You want my come?”

“Need it.”

That was enough for him. Just as you feel your release coming, his hot come shoots inside you. He collapses on top of you and kisses your neck. He lets you get up to use the bathroom, and then you snuggle into his chest. You had successfully worn him out, and you were both back to sleep in no time.

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #fluff #smut #oh we early tonight #im facetiming with my bff later and wanted to get this bad boy out

[bakugouscentedcaramel]

💕Soft Bois Hour 💞

We all just need some softies up in this bitch, buckle up your hearts y'all because here's a bakers dozen of soft Bois here to soothe your affection thirsty hearts

Bakugou

You're planted firmly in his lap with your back flushed against his chest

His chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso

You both are just watching a video on your phone, you laugh which causes him to watch you instead

Your laugh was what first started it, he felt his heart swell with softness

The vibration in your body warmed his senses as he felt himself smile at you

His eyes locked onto your face, the eyes that melted him, the mouth that showered him in love, the blush he craved every single waking day

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed contently

You could feel his steady heartbeat on your back as he leaned further into you

"You're so beautiful Y/n..." He grumbled against your skin as his arms softly tightened their hold on you

Todoroki

You two were on a date and decided to sit outside at a café

The sun was beaming and so we're you

To be honest he wasn't paying attention to what you were trying to tell him, he was too busy being infatuated with you

Your bright eyes shone with enough light to put the constellations to shame

Your lips were more tempting than any cafe cookie, the way they moved put him in a trance

The way your hair blew in the wind could've been out of a movie scene

And he loved every second of it

He reached out to brush the back of his hand against your cheek and smiled softly

You paused at the sudden touch before you saw his eyes lid softly before

"Y/n, I love you more than anything..." He grabbed your hand and kissed it tenderly before taking a sip of his coffee, basking in the blush that dusted your cheeks

Midoriya

You two were just laying down after a hard busy day

You were laying on his chest with his arm around you, just listening to him rambling about his day, occasionally adding your input

Until your answers got shorter and more simple

You could feel the sleep shrouding your eyes

Izuku kept rambling for about 15 minutes before he realized you fell asleep

He smiled softly

He always found it cute that his voice alone could put you to sleep, but he also couldn't help but feel that he bored you to sleep

His thoughts snowballed causing his anxiety to rise

Until you shifted into him and murmured a "Keep going, Izu.."

"A-anything for you, Y/n..." He kissed your forehead and continued his banter about the silver age of heroes, his voice now significantly softer than before as an actual attempt to get you to fall asleep

Shinsou

He didn't understand any of this

You were just cooking but you were so..

Breathtaking

The way your hair fell on your shoulders, your fluid movements, and god your humming...

He couldn't help himself from walking up to you and hugging you from behind

His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his head on your shoulder

"Are you sure you don't want my help, love?"

Your affirmation was just as intoxicating as how your eyes looked at his with such a love filled energy

He chuckled and started swaying the two of you to the beating of his own heart

He hummed a melody of his own making, the vibrations tickling your skin

Slow dancing with his glorious Sun was all he could ever ask for

Kaminari

"Hey Babe! Whatcha think?" You gave your Thor Knockoff a twirl

You came out of the dressing room with full on Chargebolt merch

He whipped his head over and you could see him about to short circuit, a soft dorky smile gracing his face

Unknowing to you, you gave him the knock out move

You giggled at his reaction and flashed him that dazzling smile

The lights flickered and he was down for the count

Once you explain to the staff that he is indeed ok and there's no need to call an ambulance, you drag him into the dressing room, power bank charger in hand

After a few minutes of charging his batteries he let out a dazed chuckle

"Y/n... I'm so grateful for you, you have no idea, hot stuff"

"Clam it pika, you can't be doing this at every single store we go to."

Tokoyami

You two were in a tree, just watching the stars through the cloudy sky

You were laying in his lap and your back against his chest, his arms keeping you steady and secure on the branch

Everything was so peaceful, until he let out a frustrated sigh, Dark Shadow eyeing his weilder

"I'm sorry that the sky isn't clear enough for this, Y/n. The forecast said it was going to be crystal clear."

You laughed causing him to recoil in surprise

"Love no, it's already perfect. It's so pretty how the stars peak through the clouds like this, they dazzle through the leaves and it's like a little show for us. Not to mention any time we spend together is already perfect!" Lean further into him and look up at him, giving him that intoxicating smile.

His features relaxed and his grip on you tightened, Dark Shadow finding a more comfortable spot on the bark

"You are too good for me, my Queen of Darkness.."

Kirishima

You've just gotten out of the shower, already dressed and your hair in a towel

Your Shark boi wasn't about to pass up this opportunity

"Hey Y/n, want me to do your hair?" His smile should've been illegal

You shrugged and agreed, no harm in it right?

As soon as the towel came off he was starstruck

Got a whiff of your shampoo and nearly keeled over

Brushes your hair for you and makes sure it doesn't pull, taking impressive care not to be too rough

Low-key spends most of the time combing through your hair with his fingers

Eventually gives you a braid crown

"Every Queen deserves a crown, and your hair is like the threads of heavens harp, my goddess..."

Iida

You were working later than usual, and he hated it

He knew how hard you were on yourself if you didn't "work to your fullest"

So he did the best he could

He cleaned your shared apartment and left you dinner in the fridge, did your laundry for you, the whole 9 yards

But you were still out later than he thought

Ended up leaving four voicemails, each one sounding more tired than the last one, always ending with "I love you, Y/n, come home soon"

You came home to him asleep on the couch, his mouth partially open and his arms crossed

Once he heard your keys rattling on the table he groggily woke up

"Nngn, welcome home, Y/n... Let's go to bed.."

Aizawa

He must've fallen asleep on the couch you two just bought

The last thing he remembers was stretching out on it and you joining him

Now he's awake and you're still asleep, on top of him, your gentle snores causing a smile to creep on his face

He picked up the blanket from the floor, you must've shook it off in your sleep

He tossed it over the both of you, hoping you wouldn't wake up from the movement

You only just stirred before nuzzling into his chest

He chuckled quietly before playing with you hair, twirling it between his fingers

"My Nap Queen..."

"...ngn.. Nap King..."

Fuck you heard him

Now he has to come up with a clever excuse for his blush

Toshinori

He was up extremely late grading papers and customizing each of his students training regiments

You loved the fact he cared so much about his pupils but he needs sleep too, and you've gotten into the habit of sleeping with him so sleeping by yourself was out of the question

You watched him from the doorway of his office, blanket draped over yourself like a gown, the dim light of candles illuminated his desk, the smell of papers and ink flooded your senses

You couldn't help but yawn at the relaxing atmosphere

Toshi huffed and turned to see your sleepless self watching him

"I'll be finished soon, I promise my love." He gave you a weak smile, his eyes hazed with his own tiredness

"Toshi, please darling. You know I can't sleep without you, I can come by tomorrow for the class as an apology for their papers not getting graded. Please come to bed, hon."

He couldn't help but smirk at your plea

"I suppose" he blew out the candles and made his way over to you

He picked you up gently and started princess carrying you to the bed

"You certainly are the best decision I've made, my heart."

Dabi

You were full of piss and vinegar today, and he might've just unleased a rabid beast

One of his teases sent you over the edge

You were bottling up all of the weeks frustrations but his snide comment just uncapped it all

"You're a son of a bitch Dabi, you know that? You never fuckin help me with ANYTHING but you want me to cater to your lazy ass??? YOU FUCKING WANT FOOD GO GET IT YOURSELF YOU FOOTBALL LOOKIN MOTHER FUCKER-"

He was starstruck, a normal person would've retreated with their tail between their legs but he was infatuated with every emotion, every expression, every syllable

You truly were his very own wildfire

He slammed his lips into yours with an unexpected energy

It was soft and sincere which was unlike him

Was this his way of apologizing? Or was it..

He's smirking at your bafflement

"Relax Dollface. Don't worry about dinner. I'll take care of it. What's my wildfire of spite in the mood for tonight"

You could've sworn you saw a shit-eating grin through his honeyed words

Shigaraki

You two were sleeping next to each other, but with different blankets

You knew he was scared of ever touching you but tonight was going to be one of the worst

He started tossing and turning suddenly, unconsciously scratching in his sleep, he was having a nightmare

His trembling form rattled the bedframe. His breaths that choked him, his frantic mumbles, his desperate clawing, all filled the room

You gently shook him awake, worry filling your heart and mind. His eyes shot open, red and bloodshot, a tear rappelling down his face

He shoved you away and sat up, his back facing you while he tried to catch his breath

You laid against his form, hoping your warmth would comfort him like normal, you hummed one of his video games' melody in hopes of calming him

He didn't acknowledge you, but you could feel him slightly relax under you, a shaky huff escaping his lips

He's slowly getting used to contact, he just needs some time

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #toshinori x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #dabi x reader #iida x reader #tokoyami x reader #kirishima x reader #aizawa x reader #denki x reader #shinsou x reader

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Kauri and Keira

CW: Implied/referenced noncon/serious dubcon, implied/referenced abuse

He slides out of the bed when the world is quiet, when Owen’s breathing is deep and heavy. He doesn’t weigh that much, really, so it’s easy to shift his body slowly, back and back, without disturbing anyone. 

The sheets are soft as silk against his skin - he’s so lucky he lives somewhere with such a good bed, some owners make their boys sleep in the boxes they came in. He pulls on the black jogger sweatpants and matching sweatshirt Owen brought home last week - how lucky, so lucky that his owner lets him wear such comfortable, soft things - and he’s so quiet, and moves so slowly, that his collar doesn’t even clink against itself.

He places each step carefully, but he doesn’t really have to. This place - condo, but he’ll forget that in a second - is new, top of the line Owen says. Owen is always saying how nice this place is, how good it is that he gets to live here.

They used to not allow pets, but they make an exception for nonproductive, Owen had bragged to him once, the two of them bundled on the couch to watch movies. There are movies the booklet suggests they not watch - a short list - but Owen doesn’t seem to care.

He likes when Kauri is scared, and he can hold him and make him feel better, pet through his hair and whisper that he’ll never let Kauri get cut up like the person on TV. He’ll never let him bleed like that. All the ways that Owen hurts him don’t really count as hurt, not compared to those other owners, the other pets.

It could have been so much worse.

Owen’s touch is safe, is the only safe place, the only safe thing.

645898, what do you say?

T-Touch is safe. Their touch is s-s, is safe, whoev-ever they are.

Look at him, he’s still buzzing, don’t you think?

All their nerves buzz after a jolt like that. He’ll be fucked up all day now. 

Yeah, well, at least yours reacts. Mine just stares at me now.

Stop overusing your baton and he wouldn’t. 

He earned it, cheeky fuck. Again, 645898.

Touch is s-safe. I want to be tuh-… touched. W-Want to be. It’s s-safe. The owner’s touch is s-s-safe.

See? Was that so fuckin’ hard? Your owner’s touch is safe, right? Say it again.

Oh-Owner’s touch is s-s-safe. Soh-horry, my voice won’t-

Yeah, don’t fuck up next time. 645898, lights out.

The lights are out as he creeps through the bedroom door, closes it silently behind him. The only sound is the low whirr of the nearly-soundless appliances in the kitchen, and Kauri smiles to himself, fingertips trailing the weird stone countertops that Owen was so proud of, had spent so much money on. 

Clean enough to eat off of, and sometimes he made Kauri do just that.

In the dark, Kauri is a little nervous, but it’s not so bad. Everything has a place and stays there except for Kauri, really, and Owen doesn’t mind that he walks around at night as long as he doesn’t wake him up. Kauri doesn’t need much sleep - how long has it been, 645898, three days? - and as long as he’s back in bed before Owen wakes up, so he can be right there, it’s okay, Owen doesn’t mind.

A lot of owners don’t let their pets roam at night.

Kauri is so lucky.

“So fucking lucky,” He sneers, and feels a thrill of fear up his spine, but no one hears him. No one else is here but Owen, and Owen won’t wake up until his third alarm goes off, even though Kauri is usually up before the first

Out into the living room, where the cool floor turns to a soft carpet under his bare feet. He finds her just where he thought she’d be, in her docking station underneath the couch, beeping contentedly in the darkness. 

“Keira,” Kauri whispers. “Keira, are you up?”

Hello Kauri, the Roomba replies in its slightly digital female voice. Owen had asked for the Roomba to have a female voice - you got to pick, he told Kauri, who had only nodded silently like he understood. Time: 3:15 AM. Cleaning routine commences?

“No, not yet. You might wake him up if you get stuck again. Can you come out of your station and sit with me?”

The Roomba is silent for a moment, then whirs out of the docking station on its tiny wheels, a perfect flat black circle with two blinking red spots on the top, like eyes. Kauri smiles, a little, and pats it on the shiny part on top, where he imagines she likes it. The whirr of her little wheels changes, and it sounds like a purr. Affirmed command. Kauri directs.

“I don’t direct anything,” Kauri says softly, and when he moves back across the room Keira follows at his heels, moving effortlessly over the carpet, bumping into him a couple of times in what he pretends is affection.

The doors to the balcony don’t squeak or creak - Kauri is careful to keep the hinges nice and oiled, although he’s not sure how he knows to oil them, because he can’t remember every being taught. Kauri opens them up and lets the cooler night air in, taking a deep breath. It smells like the trees with white flowers down below, along the walkway, where he has never been.

He knows it smells like the tree-flowers, because Owen told him so.

Owen tells him all about these things, and he is so nice compared to other owners, who don’t tell their pets anything at all. Owen is very careful to be ethical and humane, and he never leaves bruises.

But there are other ways to hurt someone.

Commence balcony? Keira asks, whirring at the edge of the doorframe. Kauri assist. Kauri assist. Kauri assist-

“Yeah, I got you, girl, hold on.” Kauri drops into a crouch, picking the Roomba up carefully by the middle part where her circle is widest. The wheels keep spinning as he holds her and moves out onto the balcony, but when he sets her down again she moves over to a corner by one of the big planters - this one has some kind of miniature tree in it, surrounded by flowers that Kauri carefully waters and gives plant food at Owen’s direction - and settles in, beeping her happy little contented noise. “There, that’s better. Go ahead, we’ll be outside for a little bit, okay?”

Gratitude. Grateful. Kauri is good. Keira balcony commence.

Kauri beams at the praise, and settles into one of the thick padded outside chairs, pulling his knees up to his chest. “Thanks, Keira. I just thought maybe I could look up tonight, and you could come out with me.”

Kauri is good. Keira grateful.

“Kauri is grateful, too,” Kauri replies, but really he isn’t. Owen is very kind to him - he’s so fortunate to have someone buy him who is so kind - but he can’t be as grateful as he’s supposed to be. 

He looks up at the dark night sky, clear as glass that he can look up into and see the stars. The condo practices minimized light pollution, Owen tells him. It’s far enough from the city to avoid more than a hint of the reddish orange glow of those lights, off in the distance Here, the condo is surrounded by old trees allowed to keep growing and carefully managed. There is no one but the condo people for miles and miles and miles.

There are no lights at night between midnight and 5 AM. Instead, over Kauri’s head, the sky is a riot of white pinpricks he used to know the names for, and doesn’t remember anymore.

He sits quietly, looking up at them, letting them wash over him. All their designs turn into pictures if you connect the little dots, the sense that there is something so big out there and he is only the smallest, tiniest part of it, and so it doesn’t matter if he is hurt, because there are bigger hurts out there, and he is only dust on a planet orbiting a distant sun-

645898, what do you remember?

Kauri’s fingertips start to tap on the arm of the outside chair, nervously.

I-I-… I don’t know, it hurts, please stop, please-

Tap. tap.

No. I asked you a question. What do you remember?

Taaaaap. Tap. tap.

Taaaap. Taaaap. Taaap.

Taaaaap. Tap.

Tap.

Taaap. Taaaaap. Taaaap. Taaaap.

Tap.

Taaaaaaap.

N-Nothing! I don’t remember anything! I don’t remember, I’m sorry, I don’t know-… I don’t know anything!

Good. Get 645898 back to his Cubicle.

Keira beeps once, and he thinks she might sound worried, but he keeps his eyes up on the stars, and he lets his heart beat faster. 

Tap. Taaaaap. Taaaaap.

Tap. Taaaaaap.

Taaaaap. Tap.

Taaaaap.

Pick up the pen.

N-No! I don’t want to do this! I don’t want this!

Pick. Up. The. Pen.

I don’t want-… Stop! Stop hurting me!

Kauri’s breathing has gone shallow, stutter-skipping breaths that make Keira beep again and he shakes his head at her. It’s only safe to think at night, when Owen is sleeping. Owen didn’t buy him to think, Owen bought him to be pretty, to have blue eyes and black hair. Owen paid a lot of money, Kauri is an investment, and he’s lucky he’s worth so much money or he could have been sold to someone worse.

“L-Lucky,” Kauri whispers, but his voice shakes.

Taaaaaap.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“I’m lucky.”

Tap. Tap.

Kauri heartbeat accelerating, Keira says, and her robotic voice drops a little, a mockery of the kind of concerned whisper Kauri sometimes uses with her. Kauri physical condition deteriorating?

“No, I’m f-fine,” Kauri says softly. “I’m fine, Keira, thank you. Thank you. Just, just give me a second. I’m okay. I just need-”

I need him to not be touching me right now.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He remembers stars, before. Lying on his back on a blanket in the grass, with Keira beside him, only it was a different Keira, then, and he was a different person. They had a book with constellations in it and they were pointing out all of the different ones, laughing like idiots.

645898, unacceptable incorrect thought aberration.

No, please, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean-

Unacceptable. Come here.

N-No! Please, please don’t do it, please-

Then learn to fucking forget when we tell you to, 645898. Dumbass

Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-… I-…

“I’m so lucky,” Kauri whispers. “I’m so lucky that I’m not in the facility anymore. I need to not go back to the facility. I need to not go back. I need to not-”

There’s a beep and small thump, and Kauri looks down to see Keira bumping the leg of the outside chair, scooting back, and then bumping again. Kauri reassurance require. ‘I don’t want this’. Keira provides. Reassurance Kauri. Keira provides. Kauri assist? Kauri assist. Kauri assist-

He unfolds his legs and leans down, sweeping Keira up into his arms, holding her rigid little metal body with the wheels spinning, although they settle and stop once he has her on his lap, his hands resting on the smooth curved plastic and metal shape. Her little red lights look right up into his eyes. She whirrs, softly.

Kauri reassurance require, Keira intones, and Kauri tightens his hands on her, just a little bit. Keira provides. Keira reassurance provide. Acceptable?

“Yes,” Kauri replies, and then he holds her up in his arms, vertical, hugs the rigid, unforgiving metal and plastic to his chest. “Kauri reassurance requires.”

645898, say it again.

Touch is safe, touch is s-s-safe, touch is-

“I’m so lucky,” Kauri says, voice soft and sweet. “I’m so lucky I have you. I’m so lucky I signed the contract. I’m so lucky I have Mr. Owen. I’m so lucky, I’m so lucky, I’m so lucky.”

Keira understands. Reassurance Keira provide. ‘I don’t want this’, Keira beeps, and Kauri holds her tighter. Kauri heartbeat elevated. Keira reassurance. ‘I don’t want this’.

“Me neither,” He whispers. “But I’m so, so lucky.”

Tagging @pepperonyscience who asked to be tagged but I’​m pretty sure someone else did and I can’t remember who they were! Aaaahh! I’m sorry. If you want to be tagged for Kauri updates, please leave a comment on this and I’ll make an actual honest-to-God list I can keep track of

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[unicyclehippo]

Prompt: Beau trying to learn to bake to make Jester a special pastry (something cute and Valentines related) OR sad angsty valentines related stuff

kamordah was a fertile place only in selected areas, either luck or some witch-fortune designating those rare spaces. even so, on the day of wild’s grandeur, before the evening dance and feast, young lovers would spend the day together in rest and exchange their gifts, enjoying the world they are a part of. those harbouring secret love would plant a seedling on the day—if it grew, it meant hope, it meant there was a chance for a future. if it didn’t, well. kamordah has never been fertile.

it’s an old tradition and one beau has never put much stock in. even so, as dualahei moves swiftly toward its close, beau finds herself standing in an orchard at the edge of the gallimaufry, an enormous wild hedge maze to her left, and the neat lines of the orchard continuing out to her right.

‘a human,’ says a bright, rock-scratch voice from high over her shoulder.

beau spins to find her eyes level with the shoulder of a scaled creature—she takes a step back, lifts her eyes to those of the lizardfolk individual.

they stand easily seven feet tall, perhaps a little shorter but with a tall spined frill that adds a few inches to their height. they’re far more slender than the few dragonborn beau has encountered but still not small—broad, sloping shoulders lead into long limbs and a long, solid looking tail. and all over, a heavy scaled hide protects them. all in all, they look very capable.

beau might be shorter, smaller, and thin-skinned comparatively—but she’s more than capable too.

‘yeah, i’m human. what are you—a toad?’

the lizardfolk fixes her with a clouded green eye before cracking a wide smile. toothy. their laughter hisses up from their gut. ‘this one hass been called worsse,’ they say with a chuckle. ‘this one is called shariss.’

beau takes the enormous clawed hand extended toward her. ‘beau.’

the frill lifts in what beau assumes is acknowledgement.

‘what brings beau to this garden? this one is its custodian.’ shariss leans brightly into the word, smile growing slightly when they see beau hear the pun and grimace. ‘not amusing?’

‘it was fine.’

shariss hisses their laugh again. they shift the tool they carry—a spade-type implement—from one shoulder to the other, and wave a hand toward a small hut that sits between the hedge-maze, from which shariss had emerged, and the orchard.

‘tell me what you wish from this one,’ shariss orders. ‘be quick. this one has work to do.’

beau falls into step beside the stranger. stares down at the grass—pale, not a vibrant green, but alive nonetheless. it crunches slightly underfoot which reminds her unpleasantly of home. it’s probably why wild’s grandeur had occurred to her, something she hasn’t thought of in years.

‘time iss wasting,’ shariss says, not unkindly. they reach the hut and shariss steps in, ducking their head low beneath the frame. tools chatter as shariss replaces the spade and selects something else. with the lizardfolk sequestered within, beau finally says,

‘do you know what wild’s grandeur is?’

‘the wild is grand,’ shariss agrees.

‘no, it’s like a holiday—fuck you, dude,’ she cuts herself off when shariss laughs from within. ‘you can just say yes.’

‘beau ssquawks. it iss funny.’

‘fuck you,’ she says again, with less heat. ‘look, there’s this thing that happens and i need a seed or a sapling or whatever.’

silence meets her. beau shifts her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other and then starts as shariss’s long face emerges slowly from the dark, eyes fixed on beau. they’re gleaming with interest, which beau dislikes on principle.

the toothy smile grows, which had seemed impossible, wider and toothier.

‘beau is in love.’

‘what? no!’

‘you wish to plant a seedling,’ shariss says. ‘to see love nurtured.’

‘no!’

‘this one thinks it is sweet, beau does not have to be embarassed. what is this one wishing? the gift of fruit, a large family?’

‘kill me.’

‘a mighty ironwood, love unbreakable?’

‘this is the worst day of my life, do you have a fucking sapling or not?’

shariss hisses their laugh. squeezes the bulk of their body from the hut—leaving the tools behind—and hurries surprisingly quickly deeper into the orchard.

‘this one has the perfect seed,’ shariss calls. when beau groans and runs to catch up, putting on a burst of speed to close the distance with the long-legged lizard, shariss smiles sharply down at her. ‘this one is friend of our queen, yes?’

‘how did you—‘

‘a human in rossohna. not common.’

‘well. that’s fair.’

‘this one hears the gossip, even if not many folk wander close to the whisper gardens,’ shariss continues. ‘eyes like cloudbreak, they say.’

beau frowns. ‘cloud bre—the sky?’

‘yess. the sky,’ shariss agrees dreamily. ‘sso pretty. it has been sso long.’ their hissing grows stronger, words so fondly spoken.

beau shrugs away her embarrassment, glares down at the path again. ‘so what’s this plant, then?’

‘this one has ssunlight? a great green tree.’

‘yeah. our magic users put some light spells to help grow the garden.’

shariss sighs happily. ‘sstunning.’

soon, ignoring beau’s question again of what this sapling is, they arrive deeper in the orchard where a number of small trees and saplings sit in hessian bags, heavy with dark dirt and the pungent scent of manure. fertilizer, beau assumes. hopes.

‘here,’ shariss waves a hand. ‘take whichever you wish.’

‘what are they?’ beau asks again, curious. the larger ones, similar enough to be the same as the seedlings, are not quite like any tree she’s ever seen—the bark is silver-grey with hints of blue here and there, and the leaves long and tapered. the scent when she crumpled one of the leaves curiously is familiar—sharp and clean.

‘for health. for long life, and strength, protection. all good ssigns.’

beau nods slowly. she steps toward the seedlings, searches for one that she will be able to carry and that looks healthy. at least, to her uneducated eyes anyway.

‘how much?’

shariss shakes their head. the frill flares along with their pleased smile. ‘sseedlings wish to be planted. this one is pleased to have one in ssunlight.’

//

beau’s arms are burning by the time she returns to the xhorhaus. the seedling hadn’t been even the largest of the lot and even so, over the course of the walk, the weight of it has forced her to stop a few times and shake out her hands, twist her back in an attempt to loosen the bunching muscles.

and she hasn’t even made it up the stairs to the tower yet, she realises in some despair.

kicking open the front door, she hasn’t made it more than halfway through the foyer before jester calls cheerfully down from the floor above.

‘we’re super powerful so you better not be a thief!’

beau grunts a laugh. ‘not a thief.’

a pause then, ‘be-au! what do you have? is that a plant? oh no,’ she gasps, and then beau is glad she had paused at the base of the staircase because jester is flying down it and staring at her with big, wide eyes. ‘you didn’t! caduceus didn’t take you as well!’

‘huh?’

‘if you’re going to be anyone’s paladin it can’t be the wildmother too, beau, the traveller is so cool and he loves you so much and - and the wildmother already has two worshippers, it’s not fair,’

‘what the fuck are you talkin’ about?’ beau steps up. hates herself for picking a fucking seedling instead of like. sunflower seeds. a picture of a flower. for doing this at all.

‘you’re not worshipping the wildmother?’

beau has no energy to do anything but breathe and climb the steps. even so, she cuts a confused frown sideways at jester. ‘what? no?’

jester’s crumpled expression brightens instantly, as though she had cast light inside of herself and it shines from her eyes, from her beaming smile. ‘oh good! not that she’s not super cool and stuff but—wait. why do you have a tree?’

‘it’s—fuckin’—sapling.’

‘a sapling, then,’ jester says, annoyingly agreeable, and curious, and altogether too clever. ‘oh my gosh, beau, is this what i think it is?’

‘doubt it.’

‘is it a grandeur gift?’ jester squeals, tail twisting around her own wrist as she claps her hands and hurries to the top of the stairs to clap excitedly. she waits there for beau to join her, puffing. ‘ooh, be-au, who is it for? are you in love?’ she teases.

there’s a moment where beau thinks about telling her. there’s another moment beau spends searching jester’s face for any sign that she is jealous or, or yearning or something like that. anything that might say she thinks or hopes that beau likes her. but beau finds nothing there and so she grips the rough sack harder, hitches it higher in her grip, and continues slowly up to the next level of the stairs.

‘it’s just an old tradition,’ she tells her, and it’s not much of a lie. ‘we used to plant one so the estate would flourish. thought it might be nice for the house.’

‘oh. i thought it was for people.’

‘can be. doesn’t have to.’

‘oh.’ jester’s face falls. ‘that’s boring.’

beau huffs a laugh. can’t help but look fondly over to her friend. ‘i guess.’

jester stays with her a little longer but it’s clear that she has lost interest since it doesn’t, apparently, have anything to do with a steamy secret romance. beau is glad of it because there’s only so long she can keep her own expression clear of the way her stomach burns with acid that has started to climb up her throat. jester doesn’t like her and never will. the plant is useless. but if it grows, she can hope. and if it dies, she’ll know for sure.

#cr tag #tagging my stories #prompt fill

[the-fiction-witch]

Peaking

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RATING SMUTT AF

I stood sorting my horse trying not to draw attention to myself. Once I had sorted out I got on my horse and began heading out of Labelle, I got to the edge of town past the graveyard when.

"And where ya think you're off too Mr Winn?" Maggie said as she stood in the road 

"Mary Agnes! Ya scared me" I complain

"Did I now? Now you tell me whitey where the dam hell are you sneaking off too?" She asks

"I ain't sneakin'… I'm just takin' Ted out for a ride" I lie 

"Would this ride happen to take you out towards the west side of the river? On this a Thursday night?" She asked

"I wasn't really headin' no place particular" I lied 

"Be back but sundown, don't get caught" she winked heading off to miss Dunn's place so I headed out towards the west side of the river just a little way across from the town of blackdon not to far from La belle, after I had got passed all that I spotted the little house by the river with the perfect little garden growing all the plants and veg as well as the huge pile of firewood as well as her horse buttercup.

I got off Ted and hid him away somewhere he could still drink, finding myself a nice little spot that I wouldn't be seen but I could see perfectly just as the door to the little house opened.

The beautiful girl stepped out in her dress that covered Every inch of her from her neck down to the floor, her hair up in a million braids and plaits as she walked out humming her little tune, my heart fluttered as I saw her but something else of me took note of her too. As she headed to the river getting a huge pot full of water putting it on the lit fire she often added more water from the river as it got hot and she pulled out the steel tub from in her house I instantly got excited. 

She poured the water into the tub, it steamed a lot and she turned away and began undoing the buttons on her dress, still humming her little song. I watched the tiny movement of her gentle hands undoing button after button. 

I couldn't stop my hand gently cupping my erection though my pants stroked as I watched her.

Once the buttons were all undone she began untieing the bow at her back working at the tight tie which made me undo my pants not wanting to miss a second of it all as the bow undid and loosened the dress.

I watched eagerly as she checked the water temperature, as she did she smiled and pulling off the dress leaving her in the white cotton gown of her underthings I almost moaned seeing it the corset on her waist Hugging her curves without an inch of hide her I began my gentle jerking unable to tear my eyes away as she began unlacing the intricate knots of the corset ropes I groaned watching those delicate hands work until the corset slipped off falling to the dust below.

"Uuummm" I groan using my other hand to hold my mouth to try and silence myself she didn't notice the noise and undid the tiny buttons on her little cotton dress pealing it off her body revealing her cotton shirt and little cotton panties I almost moaned seeing her this way my hand working in desperation as I watched she slipped off her boots and climbed into the water I watched the white cotton turn almost transparent in the water looking at the curves it revealed, her smooth arse, her perky breasts I couldn't contain myself as she slipped off the top covering her skin with only her arm. Her beautiful skin pale and plump so soft and yet forbidden...

I rocketed into my orgasum biting on my mouth so as to not scream in pleasure. I had shut my eyes as I did and when I looked back she was wrapped up with a towel heading inside, so I did my pants up cleaning myself up a little getting back on Ted and heading back to Labelle. 

I smirked as I crawled closer, desperate for a better view, my normal spot was nice but I wanted a close look. I wanted to see more as she stood untying her corset. From here she was facing me so I could see so much more of her undressing and I was almost lower then her allowing some little peaks up her dresses, I would give anything to get my hands on her, to undress her myself. If I could even get through it myself before bending her over and putting a baby in her. I began my gentle jerks as I watched her slipping layers off desperate to see more than just a little flash of skin, she went to undo the little shirt ties and I moaned a little loudly she stopped and looked around I quickly hid myself best I could in fear of her finding me when she looked to me and screamed 

Oh shit she saw me! 

I quickly did my pants up as she clutched her dress to her barely clothed body. I wasted no time jumping on Ted and rushing back towards La belle.

I felt awful that poor girl, she'll probably be paranoid to go have her baths because of me. I felt awful for peaking on her...well I liked looking. I felt awful she found out that way. I decided it was best I go and apologize to her. I got ted and headed off towards the little house tying him up by the river and walking the rest of the way as I didn't want to scare her but as I began getting close to her house I noticed she was in her garden in her dress heating up some water for a bath, I was going to turn and go but she turned and waved at me so I awkwardly waved back, she giggled playfully turning to undo the bow on her dress.

Wait she knows I'm here she waved…But she's still getting undressed?

Ooohh I didn't scare her, I got her excited.

She giggled as she slipped off the dress. I stood by a tree trying to get a grip on something as I watched, able to see everything as I wasn't hidden away.

She undid the corset facing me even if her eyes never met mine letting it slip to the floor today's dress was different under the corset had a large white skirt that reached the floor and a top similar to the one she normally wears, as she corset dropped she began tying some little strings I watched intently. She undid them each string having an end of the fabric making up the skirt so once undone she unwrapped it from around her and threw it in the laundry bucket and I could have gone insane from that sight.

Her hair stood her hair still up as usual, her little cotton white top hardly concealing much of her, from the waist down she wore her black boots and nothing else, everything else was skin. The soft beautifully sculpted skin of her legs, her beautiful curvaceous hips, her tiny little waist from years of the corset shaping her plump body, her thick booty so round and squishy it gently moved when she stepped and her pretty little pussy exposed for anyone to see it gently glistening on the sun, her perfect lips concealing her just a little from me but I could see everything I want to touch myself surprised I haven't already cum in my pants but-

"No touching" she giggled 

"How am I meant to not touch when ya look so beautiful?" 

"Self control" she giggled

"I don't have any, not when I look at ya" I smirked. She giggled again undoing the little ties on her shirt "oohh god yes, take it off darlin'" I groaned gripping tightly to my belt desperate to touch myself as I looked at her She giggled again and slipped it off leaving her naked but her boots her breasts perky and they looked so soft and squishy I could only look at those beautiful orbs unable to control myself slipping my hand under my pants jerking my vock as fast as I could looking at her naked body "Uhhh uuuuuhh!! Oh my god! Ya look so beautiful" I moaned she giggled leaning on the little table at the side of her house I assume she used for wood or something she leant on it slightly bent over flashing her beautiful pussy as it glistened slightly wet her cute little butt perfect as she gently wiggled it at me, I could see her perfect lips much better and her pussy where she opened a little desperately wanting attention herself, her little clit looked so desperate like one touch and she'd be squealing I watched her every more as I was beyond close as her hand slipped down between her legs her fingers rubbing on her clit and another pushing its way inside her pussy, she squealed and screamed the more she moved her hand I could see the wetness on her hand as well as the squirt and drops of wetness dripping out her pussy as her fingers moved and even the little puddle that had formed in the dirt below her.

I watched like a hawk but no matter how hard I moved my hand I couldn't cum 

"Uuuh whitey!" She moaned 

"Uuummm Uhhh… I'm so sorry I don't know ya name" I groaned 

"Y/n" she giggled

"Uhhh fucking hell y/n" I moaned "please stop doing that to yourself I can't watch it, it's to much…" 

"Then come do it yourself' she smirked I didn't need to be told twice I ran down into her garden pushing myself against her naked body it just as soft and squishy as I imagined I replaced her hand with my own going at a inhuman pace compared to her my other hand groped her beautiful breasts while I kissed up her neck she sqealed her squirt and wetness running down my hand and her legs I knew she was close but I couldn't ignore the throbbing in my pants so I undid them completely taking my hand away she whined but within seconds I slipped Inside her making her scream "whitey your so big" she moaned 

"Uuuhh uuuuuhhh ya feel so good darlin' I'm not sure how long I'll last, seeing such a beautiful girl strip for me and start playin' with herself how could I resist fuckin' her pretty pussy"

"It's pretty?" She giggled playfully

"Your the one who kept flashin' it" I smirked kissing her cheek as I pretty much pounded her pussy raw often bouncing her hips on me it was heavenly being inside her as well as looking at my cock slipping in and out her pussy as she bent over screaming for me this girl I'd been peaking at from the bushes to get myself off and now I'm fucking her I felt her tighten around me and just as she did I came Cumming as deep inside her as I could "fuck… your amazing, I think I'm in love with ya" 

"Awww whitey that's sweet" she giggled as I pulled out and she turned wrapping her arms around me as we both leant on the table getting our breath back 

"How did ya know my name?" I asked 

"You left your badge the other day so I went to the local town to find a deputy and you go the description of the sneaky boy I saw" she experience 

"I'm sorry for peakin' at ya" i admit

"Liar, you sorry you got caught" she laughs "wanna come inside and snuggle?"

"I'd like that" I smiled giving her soft beautiful lips a kiss she kissed back before pushing me away going to her door I went to follow but she pushed me away

"no clothes allowed in my house Mr Winn" she smirked I smirked back stripping off and following her inside...

[fiftyshadesgrl]

Wrecked part 12

I stood there frozen to the spot as negan propped his bat on his shoulder and smiled at me. I had to play this just right , had to make sure every move i made was the right one so negan wouldnt get suspicious.

"Here i am." I said carefully. Negan took a step towards me but i took a step back.

"What the fuck you doing hiding from me?" He whispered gruffly not making another move to come closer.

My eyes went to the ground, focusing on a stick that i started kicking around with my foot. "Im not exactly hiding."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "then what the fuck do you call it? You made a fuckin dirt trail scurrying out the back of the medic tent." My eyes shot up to his, and he smiled. "Oh yes doll, i knew you was there."

"How?" I whispered.

He stepped forward again only this time i didnt move back. "You didnt think that i would just let you leave without having eyes on you, did you?" I stayed silent shaking my head.

"I know every move you fuckin make." He leaned in close to my ear, his breath send chills all over my body.

"Then...why didnt you come find me sooner?" I asked, wondering if he was just bullshitting me into giving him what he wants.

He began to circle me like a predator sizing up its prey. "Doesnt matter. Only thing that does, is that im here now." He stopped right behind me, his hand resting on my hip. "Come home baby. Daddy misses you." I shake my head, trying not to give in to him.

His hand travels up to just under where my pack is. "I know you miss me." He leans in and brushes his lips against my ear.

"I do." I say breathless as his hand continues to warm me to my soul. I hear him chuckle, as he plants a soft kiss to my neck. I come back to reality at that moment and pull away. I turn to face him, and the surprised look on his face almost made me laugh.

"Yes negan, i miss you and i would love nothing more than to come back to you." I said holding back the tears.

"But?" He says raising an eyebrow at me.

"But, can you trust me like you did before? Can you walk out the door every single day and not wondering if im going to do something against your rules again?"

He sighs and drops his head.

"Thats what i thought. I love you negan and i am so sorry that i broke that trust you had in me. I thought i was doing the right thing. I wanted to do what was right, but now i realize there is no good in the world anymore. I am no better than ricks group to you." The tears begin to fall as much as i hated to let them.

"Listen..." negan began but i cut him off.

"No, you listen. I cant pretend that night didnt happen. As much as i would like to, but its my fault things are the way they are now."

He throws his free hand up in the air. "Jesus christ, you make it sound like you fucked him or aomething." I open my mouth to say something but he silences me when he holds his finger up. "I let daryl go."

I gasped, "what?"

He nodded, "you heard me."

All of a sudden my pack seemed to heavy, so i dropped it on the ground. I walked towards him. "Whyd you do that?"

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, like it should be so obvious. His eyes scan the trees beside us avoiding me. I take his face in my hands making him look at me. "Tell me. Whyd you let him go?"

He sighs and drops lucielle to the ground, his hands pulling me close to him. "You fuckin know why." I smiled because that was as close to an i love you that i would ever get. It was enough for me though because negan didnt do love.

My lips crushed to his, his hands went in my hair pulling until my scalp stung. "God damn it, ive fuckin missed you." He whispered against my lips. He pulled me to the side into the treeline.

He pushed me up against the trunk of the nearest tree, the bark scraping my shoulders and back. He made quick work of my pants and underwear. "Turn that fuckin ass around."

I did as he said, i placed my hands on the tree trunk as i heard his belt and zipper. I felt his hardness pressing at my entrance, i moaned as i moved my hips back against him. He gripped my hips firmly and growled. "Always so fuckin eager to take my cock."

"Please, negan. I need you so bad." I whimpered, he slowly entered me which was different tha anytime before. His grip loosened on my hips and i took advantage of the moment and slammed my hips back against him.

"God damn!" Negan yelled out as his grip tightened once again. My hands moved on top of his and held on tight. His hips moved furiously into me, i felt the band in my stomach tightening.

"Come on baby. Show daddy how much you missed this fuckin cock. Squirt for daddy." He growled in my ear.

At that moment i felt myself come undone, he pounded into me as my juices squirted no doubt all over him cause it was running down my legs.

"Jesus fuckin christ!" He growled out as i felt his seed spill inside of me. We stood still as we came down from our high, negan pressing small kisses to my shoulder and neck. When he backed away from me i turned and leaned against the tree. "I love you." I whispered as he pulled his pants up and zipped them up.

He smiled as buckled his belt then picked up lucielle. "I know." I began to pull my pants and underwear back up when negan spoke again. "What the fuck are these?" I walked over to where he was standing next to my pack. My eyes went wide as they landed on his hand holding the bottle of prenatal vitamins.

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[kv-r18-fics]

Wonderland AU Sin

Rachel can’t recall the days she’s been aimlessly wandering through this strange place called Wonderland. She’s followed a strange white rabbit through different doors; large or small. She shrunk and grew in size - quite literally. Even met some strange characters such as the Mad Hatter, or even the vain red Queen of Hearts. Though the one who stuck out the most, was the Cheshire Cat, who went by the name of Zack.

 “We’re all fuckin’ crazy here...if you managed to get in this place...then you are too…”

 Maybe she is, maybe Wonderland was a place that call to her for an escape from the woeful reality of home. One day, she would like to find home, and compare her fate. For now, she was having a moment of self peace in a massive flower field. Judging by the expression on her face, she seemed to be quite acquainted with such a field, as she stoically tore a few violets from the earth.

 “...Who is the weed now?” she mutters under her breath, tossing the flower away, “not fit to be my perfect bouquet…”

 She held bundles of flowers within her hand, while the other plucked away at the vibrant colored plants. Rachel doesn’t really know why she was compelled to make a simple bouquet anyway - aside from teaching that stuck up violet a lesson. The only inhabitant in this strange world she seemed to enjoy the company of was the cat. Maybe this can be a gift for him, or something of the sort.

 “That creepy white rabbit would just eat these flowers…” Ray muttered to herself, “...especially after I made it so pretty…”

 It was almost finished, but it still appeared to lack at least something. Her eyes scanned the flowers nearest her for something unique she can top it all with. Then her eyes spotted stalks of purple flowers growing within a bush. She reached to pluck a few stalks, and line them up in her bouquet.

 “A better color than violets…” she said with a soft grin, “Maybe that cat will like this…”

 She picked herself up and brushed away and dirty and leaves that clung to her dress, while she kept the bouquet pressed against herself. She knows for sure that Zack’s home was located within the forest, a perfect place for him to stalk and hide - and to also put his claws to work. He could appear just about anywhere if he wanted, but the forest was a deathly quiet. If Zack was more cat-like than he appears to be, then perhaps like any other feline, Zack was taking a nap. She glanced up at the largest tree within the forest, and spotted the small home that was built within its branches. Judging from the claw marks all around the trunk, there was no question that this was Zack’s home.

 Rachel glanced at some planks of wood that were nailed to the tree as a type of ladder, and carefully stepped herself up to reach the mysterious cat’s home. The door was unlocked, and she could spot a figure laying on one of the furniture.

 Isaac was taking a nap after all, he really was a big cat.

 The sound of the front door creaking open was enough to rile him awake from his short moment of slumber. Like some kind of inner instinct, his body quickly disappeared, leaving Rachel surprised and confused to where Zack went off too.

 “Still stickin’ around here? Guess you really are fucked up in the head…” his voice called out.

 His voice hummed against her ears, as Ray’s body froze up in surprise. A devious chuckle followed afterwards as the Cheshire reappeared before her.

 “Figured a dull girl like you finally hightailed it out of here…”

 “N-No...I’m fine here…” Rachel replied.

 “Eh?...Yer’ weird…” Zack mutters, “...even weirder to just enter a guy’s home so casually, y’know?”

 To be honest, it wasn’t exactly the first time. She tightened her lips as her memory drifted off to finding herself in Danny’s home, that white rabbit worrying about some sort of appointment, until she found herself giant from curiosity leading her to a cookie that made her grow in size. The poor house didn’t withstand her body’s sudden massive frame. She’s learned her lesson, and won’t let it get the best of her again, last thing she wants to happen is to destroy Zack’s home too.

 “I know...but, I seem to enjoy your company more than all the other strange characters in this world…”

 “Huuh? Man, you really are fucked in th-...” he paused as he approached Rachel.

 She can see the man’s body stay in place, almost frozen like a statue, until she heard him start to sniff at the air around them. The ears on top of his hoodie perked up with curiosity, and the slit pupil within his noticeably gold eye dilated.

 “That...smell…” he mutters.

 Rachel glanced down at the bouquet pressed against her body, and assumed that maybe that’s the scent that caught his attention. With her eyes drawn to the bouquet in her grasp, she didn’t notice Zack grasp Rachel by the shoulders as he leaned close to take a whiff of the scent along her neck. This made her freeze up, as her heart found itself at her throat, and her grip on the flowers loosen. The bundle of flowers fell and scattered on the floor, as she felt the man press himself right against her neck. She felt her pulse quicken, but also a strange sensitivity tickle her as she felt the faint breezes of his sniffling against her skin.

 “Ya’ smell like…” he growls under his breath.

 Like flowers? Rachel doesn’t know why he’s pausing, until Isaac buried his face in the crook of her neck - then came the sound of purring following after.

 Rachel was completely confused, his grip is fairly rough on her, but right now, he’s nuzzling against her neck and cheek, followed by loud purrs. She can even see Zack’s feline-like tail sway and swish like a pleased cat normally would. It got her thinking, what is it that Zack is smelling? Her eyes glanced at the scattered petals all over the floor, her own sense of smell began to focus on the aroma that was alluring him so much. The purple stalky flowers, and a faint herbal smell…

 “...Catnip…”

 That explains it, the scent of catnip was making a cat-man like Zack enter some sort of high. At least, that was what she thought - Isaac was no ordinary cat, after all…

 “Ah?!”

 Zack’s warm tongue grazed against the supple skin on Rachel’s neck, followed by the gentle graze of his fangs. She noticed that Zack’s tongue was different - it wasn’t coarse, like most feline tongues, but it was indeed grooved, and it felt strange having it tickle her skin. The grip on her shoulders tightened yet again, as Zack pushed his weight on her, and toppled the both of them onto the floor. Now the scent of catnip was stronger, as they laid there on the wood floor. Rachel glanced up at the feline-man above her, and noticed he had a strained expression on his face - his body was also much hotter than it was just a moment ago. His hips straddled hers as his off-colored eyes stared down at the woman, while his tail swayed here and there.

 “Zack…?”

 She can feel the man purring loudly against her neck, as he nuzzled against her over and over again. Then, she heard a faint tear, as Zack’s bandages began to rip at the fingertips and reveal sharp claws hidden underneath. She can feel the tips of his claws poke at her skin, as they pressed a little too hard against her blue dress. What caught her eyes the most was Zack’s ears, his actual ears, as they slipped out of his hoodie.

 Large, black, and fluffy ears, with little tufts at the very end. They occasionally flicked as Isaac continued his hazed nuzzling, which only drawn Rachel’s attention even further. Ruled by curiosity, she reached a hand up, and gently grasped one of those ears within her palm.

 “Nngh!...Mmh…” Zack groaned.

 Rachel flinched for a moment, thinking she might’ve grabbed his ear too hard. She loosened her grip, and carefully motioned her thumb to rub at it instead. The fur was incredibly silky and plush under her fingertips, but the faint groans continued.

 “Ngh…”Ray…”

 Rachel can feel the growing body heat on top of her, as well as a change in Zack’s expression, something that differed from the haze of catnip he had a moment ago. His eyes were half-lidded, and his mouth was showing signs of heavy drooling, only to have the excess soak in his bandages. Something about this expression, this strange heat, and the tone of his voice - it was oddly alluring, and it made her heart race without her realizing on the dot.

 Isaac doesn’t know to lean in this woman’s touch, but all he knows, is that those caresses feel good - too good. It making electricity shoot through his body, before settling into a different spot. Only he knows, and thanks to the scent of catnip, such a sensation intensified. His pants are growing more uncomfortable, especially between his legs, and the ear rubs aren’t helping in on the matter. His claws kneaded the tuft of Rachel’s dress at her shoulders, poking more holes into the fabric, during his short moment of interaction.

 “Enough…” he growled.

 Ray felt the man pull her hand away from his ears, to have him grasp both wrists and pin them to the floor. With one hand, Zack tugged at the scarf around his neck, feeling it loosen, until it slid off with ease. Ray squirmed for a moment, unsure what the cat man had in store, she was feeling a strange stir of emotions within herself. Her body’s response wants to be scared about the unknown Zack plans to do, but given her already bizarre and dangerous experience in Wonderland, she barely reacted at all. Rachel knows what Zack could be capable of, she’s seen the man’s scythe, and what it was capable of. What was he going to do under the effects of catnip?

 The striped cloth coiled itself around her wrists, before tightening, and restricting her limbs from moving. Pleased with his action, Zack’s clawed hands settled themselves at the top of Rachel’s dress, while he dived down and quickly pressed his lips on hers. The woman flinched for a moment, sensing the warmth on her lips, and a sudden strange taste making their way into her mouth. Zack’s tongue slid itself inside of her mouth, found her tongue, and quickly entangled it. His tongue was indeed grooved in a way, there were strange rows of bumps for his taste buds, instead of the usual jagged ones that felines typically had. His flavor was a strange combination of exotic and sweet, and the more it filled her mouth, the more heated her body became. Her heart continued to pound in her chest, as well as a strange and tingling heat that settled right at her thighs. Zack’s tongue twirled along hers, before pulling back for a moment of breath. The hands that rested at the top of her dress gently raked along the fabric of her dress, as he moved to climb downwards. He found himself comfortable between her legs, while his hands motioned his claws to dig into her dress, and rip at her clothing with a single, effortless swipe.

 “Z-Zack?” Ray gasped.

 Wonderland catnip, like everything backwards in this world, it’s not a narcotic to cats - it was an aphrodisiac. She knows that she’s stuck in this backwards world, which backwards inhabitants, and their backwards ways. A normal person would be terrified, but she’s not, she was intrigued. Perhaps this world was meant for her, after all. Zack stared down at the woman, as her concealed bosoms were exposed right before him. His soaked tongue licked at his bandaged lips, and he motioned his fingers to take care of the bra hindering him access to her breasts.

 With a simple tug, her supple bosoms were in full display before him, making the cat man sway his tail eagerly. Letting out a hot puff of breath, Zack dipped his head down, and slid his tongue out to let it find it target.

 “H...Haaah…” Ray whimpered, as she felt a humid warmth drag along her breast.

 It rolled along her soft nipple, gradually hardening as more attention was brought to it - which only added more of this tingling stimulation pool at her sex. Where Zack was positioned, he can feel her legs press and rub against his own, as if frustrated that he was blockading them from closing up. This amused him as his slit pupils dilated a little, and his black tail curled underneath himself. Freeing a hand, Zack carefully maneuvered underneath the woman’s frilly dress, until he grazed against her cotton panties.

 “Nngh?”

 Zack’s lips enveloped the hardened bud, suckling fairly hard to distract her, while his claws dug underneath the legging to allow him to lift it just a tad without giving her much notice.

 “Nhh...a-ah…” Ray huffed, feeling Zack’s tongue swirl and roll against one nipple, then the other. Then, something suddenly found itself between her legs. “Aah?!”

 Something warm, and soft; nothing like Zack’s fingers or mouth, and it’s resting right against her sex. A sly smirk creeped on the man’s face, as he felt Ray squirm underneath him. If the scent of the catnip smelled so good, Rachel’s heat was even more alluring. He released his grasp on the woman’s panties, and motioned the tip of his tail to flick and rattle.

 What Rachel is feeling, she doesn’t know if its a tickling sensation, or something entirely different. She’s never had any attention in such a place before, but she had some sort of second thought linger in her mind that she craved more of this new interaction. This warmth that settled within her groin was odd, but pleasant. The softness of Zack’s tail brushed against her outer lips, causing her to buck her waist in response. From the sudden jerk of her body, Zack could feel a strong dampness brush against him, which only coaxed the cat man to flick his tail even more.

 “H-Haah…” the woman whimpered, as this appendage squirmed in her underwear, while Zack leaned back down to give her nipple much needed attention again. “Nggh!”

 This feels so strange, as stimulation filled her entire body from two different spots, she squirmed and hummed out quiet moans, with her legs pressing against Zack’s on reflex to it all. As intoxicating as it was, it just doesn’t seem like it’s enough. The man pulled back, with a strand of saliva stringing between the hardened bud and his tongue, and watched as the woman gaze up at him with a pleading expression. His fingers returned to the cotton panties, and pulled the legging back to free his tail out.

 “Z-Zack...ah...wait…”’

 Isaac watched as his tail slid out, soaked with her juices from his earlier actions. The feline-like man stared down at Rachel, as he motioned his tail close, and proceeded to drag his tongue along the dripping fur. An aching throb pulsed through her sex, craving for more of that strange stimulation, as she watched Zack run his tongue along the tip of his tail.

 “Fuck...didn’t know you were this tasty…” he purred, then hands grasped at his scarf to yank it off her wrists. “I want more…”

 Ray softly panted, the heat was clearly getting to her head, as well as a craving for more attention from Zack. Her blue eyes wandered to Zack’s hips and noticed the large lump in the man’s trousers - he clearly was very aroused. Acting by a desire, her hand slid down to her panties, and squirmed to free herself entirely. This intrigued the cat man, as he saw Ray expose more of her womanhood before him. She was soaked, her skin a rosy blush, with a very pleasing scent that wafted his sensitive nostrils.

 She looks absolutely delicious. More saliva built up within his mouth, his lost his focus on lapping up the woman’s nectar off his tail, and more drawn to just slurping her up from the very source. The man helped remove the underwear off completely, and dropped it aside. He retracted his claws, to allow the other hand to explore her damp lips, and part them to expose her womanly petals. Her clit is throbbing, aching for more attention, just begging for Zack to come play with it again.

 Ray watched as Zack moved to position himself to lay between her legs, but she placed a hand over his to stop him.

 “Wait…”

 “Eh?” he grunted in an annoyed tone.

 Rachel turned her attention to the catnip on the floor, and brought a hand up to grasp at the plant. Just a fresh whiff made Zack shudder in arousal, especially as she brought it up to him. She knows the plant is edible, and if just the scent sends Zack into a hormonal frenzy, she wonders how he’ll respond if ingested.

 “Ya’ want me to eat it?”

 “...Yeah...a-and...don’t hold back…”

 “Holy shit, Ray...yer’ fuckin’ kinky...ya’ know that?” Zack said with a purr.

 “I guess I am pretty mad…” she responds with a hazy smirk.

 Two insane people, about to make some crazy love together.

 Isaac grabbed one of the stalks, and proceeded to take a few bites out of the leaves. His saliva is in overdrive, while he chewed on the plant. The nectar contained within the leaves began to dissolve on his tongue, and send his hormones in a frenzy. A growl escaped his lips, and he quickly reached a hand down to tug at the fly of his trousers. The button flipped right open, and he pushed his britches down just enough to let his boner finally breathe. Rachel can see it plain as day, the large bulge poking right against his box undergarment, and eager for stimulation.

 The more Rachel stared at it, the more mad thoughts creeped into her mind. Before Zack dove his head down to devour the woman underneath him, Ray stopped him yet again, which spurred more sexual frustration.

 “I’m not fuckin’ waiting!” he snarled, but shuddered as Ray’s hand found his concealed dick. “Nnh!”

 Ray’s hand pet at the bulge for a moment, until her fingers slid at the hem of his underwear, and pushed them down enough to let his hard member spring right out.

 Isaac panted for a moment, then let out a winded chuckle, “Christ...want my dick already? I thought ya’ wanted me t’ eat ya’ out first…”

 “I want both now…”

 The cat man let out an amused purr, and sat up to help Ray push his underwear down to his hips, to make having his cock hang out much more comfortable. Rachel’s dress though, could be a pain in the ass to dig around to get to his target easier, and the woman could see it in his eyes. He wants her disrobed. Her dress is tattered anyway, so no point in staying decent anymore. She shuffled her body to pull the blue and white dress off her body, revealing her fair skinned form in front of the cat man - to which he swayed his tail in a pleased motion. The catnip had kicked in for sure, as his dick was dripping with a clear, but sticky liquid.

 He motioned himself to stand on his knees next to Ray, wanting her to acquaint herself with his member, before they both settled into a good position to please each other orally. He’ll have to admit, even though she’s a complete stranger to the world he knows, she was very attractive for a woman - he wouldn’t mind getting a little frisky with her. Catnipped or not.

 Ray gazed at Zack’s cock, and just observed every detail about it. He was very well endowed, all natural, and definitely flushed with arousal. Just watching his precum drip was exciting her. She brought a hand up, and coiled her digits around the shaft, and gently pushed back the extra fold of skin to see all of him. Isaac raised a brow to see her breathe a sigh of relief, but shuddered, as her thumb pressed against the head.

 “F-Fuck...don’t tease it…” he whined. “I wanna get busy already!”

 So does she, but god, she wants to acquaint herself more. Rachel motioned the man to be the one to lay down, while she straddled Isaac. He didn’t waste any time to grab her ass and pull her close, so he could spread her lips open and reveal her dripping core before him. Feeling his own thumbs open her wide made her shudder, but also whimper with anticipation. She wants to feel it, especially in his nip-induced haze. Her eyes focused on Zack’s dick again, and laid herself down to begin her little experiment. Her fingers caressed the underside of Zack’s shift, feeling the man buck under her touch, until she reached the root. From there, her digits gently cupped his balls, fondled them a little, while the other hand held the man up to allow her tongue to start probing him.

 How will he taste?

 Isaac groaned out a pleasured purr, from his balls being massaged, to the hot breath blowing against his dick. To reward her, he inserted two of his digits into her slit, hearing a weak whimper at first, but her fingers coiling tight around his fingers. Zack licked his lips hungrily, wondering what other sweet sounds she’ll make. Mental distraction aside, Rachel inched close, and dragged the tip of her tongue along the head of Zack’s dick. A sharp hiss was heard at first, then a husky groan, as Rachel continued to drag her tongue along the head. It was completely wet, a little salty, but also fairly sweet from the pre coating her tongue. Judging from the strong pulses she can feel under her tongue, and from her hands playing with Zack’s balls, he must be sensitive there, and his body enjoyed having it being played with. One lick became two, then more followed, until Rachel repeatedly kissed at it.

 “Mmh!...A-Ah...fuck...shit...have you done this before?” Zack groaned.

 Her mouth was like paradise right now, it was getting hard to focus on his desire to just eat her up. His mouth had been drooling all about it. Pulling his fingers out, Zack’s arms wrapped around Rachel’s hips to hold her in place, while his grooved tongue pressed within her soaked crevice, and traveled along her folds.

 “Z-Zack….haaah…! Hah….mmmh!” Ray gasped. “A-Again!”

 She doesn’t need to tell hm twice. When his tongue touched her sex, he tasted the most sweetest of all honey to him, and he craves for more. He slid his tongue out again, and dipped it between her soaked lips, this time, probing at her clit.

 “Nnn!...Th-there!”

 “Heh...this sweet little spot?” Zack purred, bringing a finger up to press at it.

 “Mhh!” Yes!”

 Perhaps the catnip was affecting her too, at least Zack wishes that - Wonderland catnip only has this effect on his kind...wishful thinking, he assumes. He removed his digit, and went back to poking and prodding the sensitive bud, rattling his tongue along it, and feeling the woman squirm hard against his mouth. She’s not doing her share, and it’s annoying him. He does love hearing her moans, but his dick needs attention too. He let his hand lightly smack at her buttocks to silently tell her to get a move on and suck him off already.

 Rachel panted heavily from the heat gathering in her groin, then focused her attention back to Zack’s member. Emboldened by the pleasure she’s receiving, she dragged her tongue, along the shaft, then tenderly kissed at the man’s balls, before holding him up to do the same for the head again. One sweet little peck, until she pushed herself further, wrapping her lips around the appendage, and cushioning it on her tongue.

 “Ngh! God...like that…” Zack purred.

 Each groove rattling her nerves made Rachel’s mind spin, and hum her muffled moans on the man’s dick. If she kept that up, then he’ll have quite the treat for her. The woman suckled on Zack for a moment, until she felt the man roll his hips back and forth, causing new sounds to sigh out, as her lips rubbed the shaft moving in her mouth. His body is signalling to her what he wanted, and she was quick to pick it up. Rachel moved a hand up to grasp the base of the shaft, and allow her grip to stroke areas her mouth couldn’t cover. Once Zack felt Ray bob her head, he pressed his lips on her clit to suckle fairly hard on it to show how pleased he was.

 “Mmh...nh…!” Ray mumbled. Her toes curled, and her own hips rolled against Zack’s mouth in response.

 The vibrations rattled on Zack’s member again, making the cat man pull back to slip out his own moans. It feels so good to have her eagerly suck on him, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to keep thrusting his pelvis upwards to literally make love to her mouth. Rachel was definitely picking up rather quickly, as she tested her limits, and didn’t waste any precious time to learn to adjust. This may be an accidental event, but he’s not regretting a single second - he’s never felt such pleasures before. Rachel was just as enthusiastic, hearing Zack’s moans, and feeling his excitement within her mouth, making her so much eager for more.

 Isaac regained his senses, and grasped the woman’s hips to envelop her drenched sex again. His tongue hung out of his mouth, but he wanted to do something different. Instead of lapping at her stimulated petals again, he thrust his tongue right into her slit.

 “Aah! Haaah…!” Ray gasped, as her thighs jerked in Zack’s grip. She can feel a strong heat slide inside of her - inside. The slick and manipulating warmth touched against the walls of her sex, and proceeded to rattle inside of her. “Hnn…!”

 Zack can feel her channel clench around him, which made him rock his head back and forth to simulate a the action of thrusting. In doing so, he can feel Rachel’s body throbbing all around her, hear stronger moans, and most of all, taste her sweet nectar at the very source. The woman tried her best to pick up the slack, as she bobbed her head to match the pace of Zack’s tongue. On a couple of occasions, her free hand fondled and massaged his balls, followed by her lips just suckling at the head. Both of the passionate pair were humming out muffled moans and slurps, as they drank each other up. Isaac rolled his hips upwards to thrust into her mouth again, helping the woman pick up the pace, while he was ready for the little surprise he had for her. Rachel had gradually adapted to Zack’s girth in her mouth, and had been testing herself more and more, and began taking in just a little more of his length. Soon, Rachel can feel Zack’s tongue leave her entrance, with his mouth quickly enveloping her sex for a firm suckle, but something else followed with it - the man began purring, quite loudly.

 A harsh moan rumbled on his dick, Rachel was overwhelmed from the suction of Zack’s mouth and vibrations juddering on her core. She had to pull back to breathe and vocalize her loud moans, the sensation was just too much to focus back on sucking Zack off. He can handle her brief pause to enjoy the moment - the woman’s throbs pulsed wildly and her juices were gushing out more than he slurped up previously. He wants more, alot more. The feline man kept his grip tight as he rattled his mouth on her, lapping and licking at her, before sucking firmly on her sex again to let his purrs do the work.

 “Haah!...Gh...Z-Zack…” she whimpers. A strong warmth had pooled between her legs, feeling hot, incredibly hot the more Zack antagonized her sex - especially when he teased at her pulsing little pearl. Deep within her core, she can sense a faint tingle, growing more and more inside of her, while her grip on reality started slipping.

 Her body was shaking, Ray could no longer control herself, as she rested her head on Zack’s thigh to succumb to this new sensation being given to her. The man continued to drag his grooved tongue along her quaking sex, staying relentless in his hungry licks, as Ray’s moans grew louder and heavy. Every different taste bud rubbing her sensitive nerves caused the woman’s body to start seizing up, with her hips willingly to rub against Zack’s tongue. The inner thought of nearness drawing closer and the closer filled Rachel’s mind as she motioned her waist to keep moving against the man’s mouth. Heat coursed all through her, especially between her legs, right where Zack’s mouth was settled. As soon as his purrs rumbled against her again, everything hazed into white.

 Inhaling a sharp gulp of breath, ecstasy took possession of Rachel’s body, making a loud, pleasured cry escape from her lips. She’s never felt such a hot and blissful sensation before - it feels good, incredibly good. Like it was the greatest thing her body was able to experience, nullifying any negative ones she encountered. For Zack, he noticed a strong change in the woman’s taste, and quickly wrapped his lips around Rachel, as he greedily drank her essence during it all. He can feel the woman’s diaphragm rise and fall against his belly, as she exhaled hard moans during her climax. Hearing her, and tasting her during it was was making his cock throb. He groaned under his breath, and snuck a hand down to stroke himself.

 “Ngghh...don’t stop now!” Zack growled out.

 Ray panted, before her attention focused on the action right beside her, Zack was greedily pumping himself to pick up the slack from where she left off. Her head still spun, but she willed herself up, and shuffled back to his member. Her hand replaced Zack’s, and he wasted no time to return to her firm suckles and strokes. Isaac’s hands returned to Rachel’s hips, his claws extending on reflex as he held her tightly, and raked against her skin. His pelvis didn’t sit still for a second, helping the woman match the much needed pace his body was screaming for. Heat and stimulation continued to pool between his legs, while he could sense a pressure at the base of his spine. Ray can feel Zack’s body felt much more stiff within her mouth, perhaps even grown a little in girth.

 “Haa...hn...a-almost!...”

 Zack can feel tension in his body, from his muscles to his gonads. He may feel a strong heat within his cock, but he also sensed a strong cold tingling spark his groin again and again, until Isaac sensed that he began to slip.

 “Nngh!...A-Aaah!” he grunted, then threw his head back to breathe out a louder moan.

 His hips moved a little more to keep his dick sheathed in Ray’s mouth, until pleasure took hold of him for a moment - he seized right there, allowing Ray to take control of her greedy suckles. That is until she felt a hard throb in her mouth, followed by one more buck of the hips. From there, something suddenly squirted inside of her mouth - something warm and thick. This caused her to pull back for a moment in surprise, which made more of this strange fluid spurt out and get her on the cheek. Ray can see it now, a milky goo shooting out from the tip from those strong throbs, until it gradually dribbled out, and puddled at his lower belly.

 Isaac panted heavily, his dick squirmed from the strong pulses, with his balls tensing up, to make sure each drop had been pushed out. Ray pulled back for a moment, wiping her cheek, while her mind tried to piece together this strange taste that filled her mouth. Warm, kind of salty, but faintly sweet. It was Zack she was tasting, his purest flavor. Rachel stared down at the spent member, watching the last drop of white drip from the slit of Zack’s member, and silent began to think to herself - she liked this taste.

 Rachel greedily swallowed every last drop.

 The man laid there to recover for a moment, but felt Rachel’s warmth had shuffled off his body. He was having a tough moment to recover, given she had given him the best pleasure he’s ever had.

 “G-God...that...haah….that felt...so fucking good…”

 He carefully picked himself up to find the woman that sucked him off, his vision was fairly blurry, but he can see a figure in front of him looking a bit panicked. Zack cocked a brow, and brought his hands up to rub his eyes a little.

 Wonderland truly was a strange place - food or drink to make one grow or shrink, but Rachel never expected that even sex, especially semen, could have its own effect on a stranger like herself. As Isaac cleared his vision, he stared in shock at what just happened to Ray.

 Fluffy, golden ears, with a long tail to accompany it - she became a cat, just like him.

 The woman glanced at herself, noticing her nails became claw-like, and felt her ears move around, picking up different sounds, when they normally didn’t. Then, she noticed the tail, long and silky, and it was hers. Zack just stared on, surprised to see this transformation, but given she was no resident of Wonderland, this was only temporary. Rachel turned her attention back to Zack, and saw him flicking his tail with complete interest - like he was gazing at the most pleasing sight he’s ever seen.

 “Shiiiit, yer’ even fuckin’ cuter…” he said, with a large smirk.

 “Am I stuck this way?”

 “Nah...for folks like you...it’ll wear off eventually,” Zack replied, then leaned close to Ray. “We can make the most out of that time…”

 His brought his hands up, and wrapped his digits around her ears. Like what she did, he was going to return the favor of rubbing them, giving her a good taste of what effects it’ll do to her. Rachel can feel a strong and tingling heat shoot through her body, before settling between her legs. It was a sensation almost similar for when Zack teased at her neck or even her nipple, but she never expected it to some from her ears. Now she understands Zack’s frustration when she did the same to him - but Zack knew a few more tricks about this form than she would ever know.

 “Aah...Zack…” Ray whimpered, then felt the man grasp her by the shoulder.

 “Hey...fair’s fair...you take it too..” Zack grunted, as he picked up the last few leaves of catnip.

 Rachel can actually smell the scent from the flowery herb - really smell it. Aside from the earthy aroma, it was a pleasing and intoxicating scent that followed afterward. Zack teased her a little by whafting the plant under her nose, before plucking a leaf, and bringing it to her lips to chew on. The scent of the herb made heat return to her thighs, along with a nagging ache she had when Zack played with her body earlier. She opened her mouth, and felt Zack place the leaves in for her to gnaw on. It was a mixture of bitter, earthy, and sweet, but it was that faint sweetness that made the heat swell within her sex.

 “How’s it taste?” Zack purred.

 “Sweet…”

 Isaac licked his lips, as he picked her up onto her feet. They had enough time on the floor already, he wants plenty of room to move for what he had planned for her. Right behind them, was his dining table, it was fairly small, enough to support about 2 people to eat on. However, he was going to put it to other use - a better use. Ray suddenly felt the cat man push her upper torso onto the table, pushing her hips against his, while he leaned over to bite at her neck.

 “Nghh…” she whimpers, then shuddered as Zack’s fingers trailed along her body.

 Her thighs were soaked and drafty, even Isaac had taken notice - especially given the scent she was giving off.

 “Looks like it’s kicked in…” Zack said, motioning his tail to rub against her again. “Yer’ practically gushing now…”

 “Z-Zack…”

 “All the better to do this…” Zack said, sliding his hand to Rachel’s fluffy tail.

 He grasped at it, and immediately tugged. He can feel the woman underneath him freeze up from the sensation of having this new body part pulled, before her legs got weak. His teeth raked against her tender skin, before leaning closer to start nipping at her ears.

 “Better put those new claws to work, Ray…” he whispered, as he guided her hands to lay flat on the table. “I’m gonna fuck you hard…”

 Ray’s breath hitched, she was nervous, but mostly excited from more of this heat and stimulation to overwhelm her again. She feels greedy, especially given she only came over to show off her pretty bouquet, but now she’s indulging in this sinful activity with this Cheshire Cat. Something rumbled in her throat almost subconsciously, she might be purring with what Isaac was doing to her. She leaned a little more into the table, and spread her legs more to give the man all the room he needed to do as he pleased - the catnip was really taking its effect. Her body was incredible hot, dripping, and just craving for more of Zack’s attention, and only Zack’s attention.

 “Mmh...good girl…” Zack purred.

 One hand anchored itself at Ray’s hips, while the other grabbed his excited cock. He guided the head towards her soaked sex, and rubbed the very tip along her folds.

 “Fuck, yer’ really drenched...all the better…” he said with an amused chuckle.

 Her juices clung to the tip of his dick, as he pulled back for a moment, then aimed it right towards her eager slit. Almost like a reflex, Rachel’s claws sunk into the wooden table, as he felt a strong and thick heat widen the rim of her entrance, and slide itself inside of her hot channel. It’s definitely much thicker than the man’s tongue, which made her flinch a little, but welcome every inch that penetrated deep inside of her.

 “Haah...mmh…!”

 “Heh...I’m not all the way in yet, and already yer’ moanin’ like you’re about to cum…”

 She just might, if he pushes inside of her even further. Isaac can feel her walls quaking against his shaft, while Rachel continued to whimper excitedly. Grinning ear to ear, he used both hands to grasp at his hips, and pushed hard to thrust his cock deep within her.

 “Aah!”

 Ray threw her head back a little, with a loud moan following her surprised yelp. Her walls became tight, and quivered all the shaft. Zack hummed out a short grunt, riding out every second of the woman quaking all around him. She was trembling, moaning, and dripping against his body, with the excess puddling onto the wooden floor.

 “Heh...jeez, ya’ came already…” he chuckled. “I got no plans on stopping…”

 His tail swayed and flicked with anticipation, as he gripped tightly on the woman’s rump. Slowly, he withdrew himself back, before slamming his hard cock right back into her, with the process repeating afterwards. If Zack wasn’t holding onto her hips, Ray’s legs would’ve given out the very moment her small orgasm took hold. Now with him sliding his heat in and out of her with fervor, she squirmed and scratched at the table, while more hot moans escaped her lips.

 “Ahh...nh...Zack…”

 “Fuck...you feel so good…” Zack purred.

 His hips continued to slam and pump inside of her, filling the living room with the sound of heavy breaths, slippery sounds, and the slaps of their bodies colliding. Zack leaned over Ray’s torso, keeping his gyrations hard and consistent, while he raked his fangs along her neck and shoulders. Soon, he sunk his teeth deep into her skin, making her wince from the slight pain, only for it to be drowned out by the pleasure. Either reflex or desire, Ray began to push her hips back to have Zack push deeper inside of her, grazing her sensitive walls, and strikes a spot inside of her that she never new she had.

 “Ahh! Z-Zack!” she shrieked.

 He did it again, and again, savoring the woman’s weakness and shuddering. His teeth stayed anchored within her skin, while his hand found Ray’s temporary tail yet again, and didn’t hesitate for a second to give it a good tug.

 ‘I don’t know why I’m doing this...I don’t want to stop though...it feels...it feels so good…’

 Her juices dripped underneath her, staining the floor, as they continued their primal romp together. The sensation of Zack raking her skin, pulling at her tail, being rough as he claimed her physically only heightened the pleasure. Her newly formed claws continued to dig into the table, leaving a deeper mark onto the furniture, as Zack’s hips refused to stop for a second. Inside her walls, she can feel the man’s member rubbing against her nerves, stirring her inside, while his throbs increased in pace.

 Drool trickled from the corner of Zack’s lips, the heat and stimulation pooling at his thighs continued to knot within his core, he doesn’t know how much longer he was going to last. He leaned close, sinking his teeth into Rachel’s shoulder, while his hands clasped tighter on her hips. Muffled growls and moans hummed out, followed with the sounds of their bodies colliding harshly. If Zack keeps this up, Ray might just cum again. Isaac grit his teeth for a moment, as the woman’s inner walls tightened around him again - perfect, it was that right amount of snugness he needed to pump his cock even faster. He’s edging closer to his own climax, and this is perfect to help him reach it with Rachel.

 A strong sound of slipperiness mixed in with every other feral sound, as more of the woman’s juices continued to trickle out of her and puddle onto the floor - drop by drop. Ray couldn’t stay quiet for a second, she can feel the man’s size widen a little, followed by stronger throbs pulsing deep, in between Zack’s swift and savage thrusts. Something was going to happen to Zack, and she knew now, especially since she experienced it in her mouth. She wants to feel it, a strong and desirous instinct wanted to know what it was like to have that piece of Zack fill her up like that. Her body continued to push back against him, allowing the cat man to plunge deep inside, while her mind swam in the abundance of pleasure. Isaac needs to feel the same, and she was willing to contribute into their physical activity, even though trying to stay in reality proved difficult. Just a few seconds more, both lovers moved against each other in tandem, progressing the pace further. The constant friction caused the heat and pleasure to build, their vision threatened to blur, and sweat soaked the clothing that was still worn. 

 “Ray…” Zack growled, before he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He held her hips firmly against his, and readied for the final thrusts to claim her. “Nggh…! Ray!”

 Zack’s grip held her in place, preventing her from moving against him, but his hungry speed was more than enough to satisfy her. The woman shuddered, as the heat within her core was seconds away from erupting through her entire being. Zack on the other hand, slammed his hips into Ray’s as hard as he could; driven by a need to sheathe his cock in her nice and deep inside of her. The cat man felt his muscles begin to tighten in his abdominal regions, his tail entwined with Rachel’s, and his nails raked her skin.

 One hard pump, then two, until Isaac gave her hips one final pound, holding her tightly in place, while his dick squirmed hard against her inner walls. He sucked in a hiss at first, until a hot moan tore itself out from Zack’s throat. Ray can feel the man give in to pleasure, buried deep inside her soaked channel, her nails dug hard into the table, as his heat and throbs was enough to coax her own took hold. The man’s member twitched for a moment, his balls tensed right against the woman’s soaked folds, while her inner walls were clamped around his shaft. The quivering warmth added to the sensation for the man, as his mind hazed into white.

 Splurt!

 A strong and sticky warmth coated Rachel’s inner walls, making the woman gasp sharply, and writhe in Zack’s grip to push against him again. It triggered a subconscious response in the man, causing him to roll his hips much more slowly inside of the woman, with more of that delicious warmth filling inside of her.

 “Haah…” Ray panted, as the warm liquid settled inside from their given position, but her excess of juices leaked out of her.

 Zack’s tight grip on her waist loosened, before coiling around Rachel’s frame, and pressing his entire body against her in a sort of cuddle. Ray can feel a vibration hum against her skin - he was purring again, clearly satisfied with what happened. She’ll have to admit, she felt satisfied too - it was odd, even dirty, but she enjoyed every second.

 Soon, she could feel the man slowly start to leave her, causing her to whimper in protest, then gasp as that same sticky warmth trickled through her channel, and threatened to leak out.

 “Zack...ah...no...wait...it’s coming out…”

 He said nothing, before sliding his fingers underneath Rachel, and used his digits to hold her opening wide, to let it drip out.

 “I wanna watch…”

 Red creeped her cheeks from his words, he can feel his eyes gazing on her dirtied sex, while being splayed open like that. She can’t keep it in, the thick fluid made its way out, and trickled from her entrance. Zack licked his lips, as the sticky, milk-white fluid leaked out, and dripped into the already small puddle of Ray’s juices.

 “I wonder if this will make ya’ stay like that...if so...then I guess I’ll keep filling you up…” Isaac teased with an aroused chuckle.

 Ray glanced back from the corner of her eye, to glance at the man, then shuddered as he began to gently thrust his fingers inside to get the rest of his seed. If this meant she can stay in Wonderland, then perhaps she wouldn’t mind living as a cat, like Zack. If it did wear off, then she’ll happily put herself back under those effects, something about committing these acts felt so good - even right, especially when sharing a stalk of catnip together.

 Her eyes wandered to the last bit of catnip, and used her tail to motion the herb closeby. Grasping the plant, she turned around as soon as Zack finished with her, and held the plant up to him.

 She began to think of all the strange foods and potions during her entire journey in this world - Eat Me, Drink Me. Well, then she’ll do both.

���If that’s the case...then, let’s have another bite.”

 The scent filled his nostrils again, making the man shudder. He couldn’t resist a devilish smirk, as he gazed at the woman.

 “You dirty girl...guess you really are mad…” he said with a chuckle.

 He grasped the stalk in her hand, then leaned to claim her lips, as a way to accept her sinful offer. With little to no effort, Isaac laid Rachel on the table, running his fingers along her supple body, before motioning her legs to spread open again.

 Settling a small catnip leaf near her eager sex, Isaac can see exactly what Rachel was silently daring him - Eat Me.

 A grin formed on Zack’s lips, and lowered his head to accept both treats.

 Rachel wants Isaac to welcome her into madness, make her and rebuild her into a new addition to Wonderland - sanity be damned.

#fuck her right in the pussy...wait...

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Going Bananas

Author: IDeserveYou

Year: 2014

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Bollo/OFC

‘Here we go again,’ Howard sighs, as Vince’s excited footsteps clatter up the stairs to the flat. Naboo rolls his eyes. ‘Just don’t encourage him, OK? Let’s just stay calm, get this over with for another year.’ Clutching the morning’s mail, Vince bounds through the door and strikes a dramatic pose. ‘Ta-daa! Post time! Happy Valentine’s Day, Vince’ – he throws a glittery envelope onto the table in front of his empty chair – ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Vince – Happy Valentine’s Day, Vince – ah. Happy Valentine’s Day Howard, from Howard.’ He chucks a beige envelope at Howard, narrowly missing his breakfast toast. Howard blushes. Naboo shakes his head. ‘You could at least make the effort an’ disguise your handwriting, you numpty.’ Vince chatters on. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Vince – Happy Valentine’s Day, Vince – Happy Valentine’s Day, Naboo, an’ we all know who that’s from’ – he flips a shiny pink hexagonal envelope across the table – ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Vince – Vince – Vince – Oh. Hey, that’s a new one. Happy Valentine’s Day, Bollo.’ ‘That can’t be right,’ Naboo says sharply, ‘give it ’ere.’ Bollo hangs on to it stubbornly. ‘No way, it say Bollo on envelope.’ ‘Open it then,’ Vince urges him, hopping from one foot to the other and grinning like a loon. Bollo rips the envelope apart and takes out a big glittery card with a big, red... ‘Banjo?’ Naboo’s black brows meet in a frown. ‘What the fuck?’ The gorilla grins from ear to ear. ‘Banjo, yeah. We goin’ to bluegrass gig tonight. She send Bollo ticket, look.’ Vince peers over Bollo’s shoulder, and reads aloud. ‘ “To my dear Bollo, you are very special. Thanks for everything. MJ.” Way to go, monkey man.’ He claps Bollo on the shoulder. ‘That’s genius. Well, if you like that sort of thing.’ ‘No way.’ Naboo folds his arms, and glares at Bollo. ‘You know I’m allergic to bluegrass.’ Bollo shrugs. ‘You not invited. And Bollo not play it at home, so what is problem?’ He turns to Vince. ‘You help me sort my hair for big night out?’ ‘Course I will.’ Vince puts down his pile of cards. ‘Come on, let’s get started, I can help sort out your look too if you want...’ They skip out of the kitchen hand-in-hand, chattering about hair products and back-combing. Naboo is still frowning into his coffee. ‘So...’ Howard says, to break the silence, ‘seeing as Bollo’s going out tonight, are you going to take Tony Harrison up on his offer this year then?’ ‘NO, I FUCKIN’ WELL AM NOT!’ Naboo slams his mug down on the table, splattering coffee dregs everywhere. He pushes his chair back and glares at Howard. ‘Clean this lot up, an’ get to work.’ He storms out in a swirl of robes and bad temper, calling out ‘Oi, Bollo, I want a word...’ Howard sighs again, and fetches a J-cloth. His own card goes in the bin. Well, at least that’s that over for another year. There are raised voices coming from Naboo’s room. ‘I’m tellin’ ya, no way. You can’t go out tonight. I need supplies. An’ that cauldron’s gonna need stirrin’ every hour through the night, I can’t do that on my own.’ ‘Do it tomorrow. What difference one day make?’ ‘It’s not your place to question shaman business.’ ‘It not your place to tell Bollo he cannot go out. It say in Bollo’s contract – ’ ‘Fuck the contract.’ ‘It say, familiar have right to seek mate. Bollo exercise that right.’ ‘Over my dead body.’ ‘Bollo sincerely hope it no come to that.’ Angry gorilla footsteps stomp out of the bedroom; the door slams. Vince’s door opens and shuts. Howard sighs yet again. Looks like he’ll be keeping shop on his own today. ... It’s a quiet day, with few customers. Naboo doesn’t appear in the kitchen at lunchtime; Vince and Bollo wander in as Howard is finishing his sandwich. ‘Alright Howard?’ Vince is looking very pleased with himself; he and Bollo are sporting matching towel turbans and trailing a great cloud of fruit-scented shampoo. ‘What’s up with Naboo?’ Howard asks. Bollo shrugs as he peels a banana. ‘He get over it. Bollo got more important things to worry about today.’ ‘Too right,’ Vince agrees. ‘We’ve still got a lot of work to do on your layers. And I’ve got to fix my own outfit for tonight too, I’m going clubbing with four girls at once, how cool is that?’ ‘So I’ll just mind the shop on my own all afternoon too, shall I?’ Howard bangs the kettle down on the stove-top. Vince just flashes him a brilliant smile. ‘Cheers, Howard. You’re a real mate.’ And off they go again. Howard makes coffee, taking his time; treating himself to a second cup. He should be pleased for them. He’s man of the world enough not to mind that his friends will be on dates tonight and he won’t... A thought strikes him. He pours coffee into a second mug, roots out a packet of Jaffa Cakes from the back of the cupboard, and goes to knock on Naboo’s door. But all he gets for his trouble is a muffled ‘Fuck off,’ so he leaves them outside the door and goes slowly back to work. The afternoon is even slower than the morning. Vince makes a token appearance at half past three, his hair dry now and sleek, elaborately feathered and looking all shiny and soft. Howard has a sudden, irrational impulse to run his fingers through it, but restricts himself to saying ‘Your hair looks good.’ He’s rewarded with another of those dazzling smiles as Vince fiddles absently with the cash register. ‘Cheers Howard. Hey, I gotta go in a minute.’ ‘It’s not even four yet,’ Howard protests. ‘Yeah, but I gotta get dressed an’ everything, I’m gonna be partyin’ all night an’ I might get lucky...’ Howard thinks about asking – begging – to come along. Surely even Vince can’t handle four girls at once? But Howard’s pride won’t let him, and Vince is too self-absorbed ever to think of offering. Or maybe he thinks Howard will cramp his style. Howard grits his teeth. ‘Fine, then. It’s not as though we’re busy.’ ‘Thanks.’ Vince skips out of the door, his gorgeous hair bouncing infuriatingly. The rest of the afternoon drags. Howard makes himself do a complete refurbishment of Stationery Village, right down to the re-planting of the Blu-Tack Garden, but even that fiddly and exacting task can’t entirely distract him. When he goes upstairs after closing time, the flat is a whirl of clothes – ‘This?’ ‘Nah.’ ‘This?’ ‘Better.’ ‘Yeah, I think you’re right, we’ve cracked it’ – and the clouds of hairspray make Howard cough. It’s almost a relief when Vince and Bollo pronounce each other ready to go. They clatter downstairs; the street door slams. Howard gets himself a beer and slumps on the sofa. It seems a long evening, even though he goes to bed early, so he won’t have to see either of them when (if?) they get home. There is still a cold cup of coffee outside Naboo’s door next morning. ... The rest of February is hard work. Vince is out till all hours and not much use in the shop even when he does manage to drag himself out of bed before lunchtime; Naboo is turning into a nightmare boss, snapping at Howard for not getting everything done, ordering Bollo to do more and more ludicrously trivial tasks, finding fault with pretty much anything his familiar does. But despite being banished to the broom cupboard to sleep, Bollo carries on grinning to himself, and meeting his mystery date every Thursday night. Naboo will frown and mutter but Bollo just looks him in the eye and says ‘Contract,’ in a voice that brooks no argument. On Thursday evenings Naboo will mostly just shut himself in his room. And if he doesn’t, Howard soon learns to keep a low profile. After a few weeks, Vince stops going out so much. Sometimes he’s around on a Thursday evening. One Thursday when Naboo is in a particularly foul mood, Howard suggests the pub. The following Thursday, Vince suggests the pub. It soon becomes a habit, and Howard starts to look forward to Thursdays instead of dreading them. One Thursday, after daringly sinking a second pint, he asks about Vince’s Valentine dates, why Vince isn’t seeing them any more. Vince shrugs. ‘Didn’t work out.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Nah, don’t be. I’m not. They weren’t exactly my type. An’ I like goin’ down the pub. Don’t you?’ He flashes Howard a particularly fabulous smile. Howard buries his nose in his glass and mumbles some response. ... Spring springs; the sun and the daffodils are bright and cheerful, although Naboo remains under a dark cloud. On the spring Bank Holiday Bollo is up bright and early. When Howard wanders blearily into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, the gorilla is already tucking into his third or fourth banana and chatting to Vince. ‘It special day, Bollo take day off. Bollo and Mary Jane go to Kew Gardens to look at bananas.’ ‘Is she interested in bananas?’ Vince asks. ‘Or did you choose this trip?’ ‘She very interested. Like Bollo. Did you know, banana tree not really tree at all, it giant herb?’ ‘Genius.’ Vince grins. ‘An’ the black bits, are they tarantulas’ eggs?’ ‘No. They seeds. They...’ ‘Shut the fuck up about fuckin’ bananas, Bollo ya ballbag, I don’t wanna know.’ Naboo strides through the kitchen without looking at any of them, and flings himself down on the sofa. ‘OK, OK, you keep turban on, Bollo go now.’ Bollo winks at Howard and Vince, his blue eyes twinkling wickedly. ‘Wish Bollo luck. Bollo going to invite Mary Jane home for tea to meet Bollo’s friends. And Bollo’s shaman master.’ The door has closed behind him before Naboo can say anything. The little shaman sits rigidly upright, glaring at nothing. Howard and Vince catch each other’s eye, and go and sit one on either side of him. ‘You can’t stop him, you know,’ Vince says. Howard nods. ‘He’s only doing what comes naturally.’ ‘An’ it’s good to see him happy.’ Vince puts a hand on Naboo’s shoulder. Naboo shakes him off. ‘Get off me. It’s nuffink to do with you.’ ‘It is, though.’ Vince’s blue eyes are very earnest. Howard hasn’t seen Vince this serious about anything since Top Shop threatened to close down their local branch. ‘It is to do with us. We have to live with – with you actin’ like a total git. You made Howard scrub the shop floor three times yesterday an’ it weren’t even dirty to start with. Poor sod was exhausted an’ wet an’ you never even said he’d done a good job.’ Howard hadn’t realised Vince had even noticed. He certainly hadn’t offered to help. Naboo is still frowning, lips shut in a tight line. ‘Come on, Naboolio, what’s your problem?’ Howard asks. ‘He’s my fuckin’ familiar, that’s what’s my problem,’ Naboo grits through clenched teeth. ‘He hasn’t stopped bein’ that, just because he’s got a girlfriend.’ Vince looks puzzled. ‘He’s still under contract to you. I know what it says, he showed me. He’s entitled –’ ‘I know what he’s entitled to,’ Naboo snarls. ‘And I’m givin’ it to him.’ ‘So what is your problem? Bollo seems well able to handle it.’ ‘Shut up, Vince.’ Howard can hear the fear behind Naboo’s furious tone. He knows that fear himself, all too well, the voice in your head telling you that you’re going to end up alone and lonely... ‘You’re afraid he’ll leave you,’ Howard says. Vince’s blue eyes widen in sudden understanding. He puts a hand on Naboo’s shoulder again, and this time he’s not shaken off. Naboo sags against the sofa cushions and buries his face in his hands. ‘You’ve bin tryin’ to make it happen.’ Vince’s voice is soft and sad. ‘You’ve been hard on him, to try an’ make him end it, because the waitin’ for it is worse...’ Naboo’s shoulders shake. ‘It doesn’t have to be the end,’ Howard says. ‘Maybe it’s a new start.’ Vince passes Naboo the box of tissues from the coffee table. ‘Listen, this is gonna happen whether you want it to or not.’ ‘I don’t.’ Naboo blows his nose. He looks utterly woebegone. ‘I don’t think he’ll leave you.’ Howard does his best to sound convincing. Naboo doesn’t look even slightly convinced. ‘Maybe not, but what if – what if she wants to move in? She won’t wanna sleep in the broom cupboard, an’ I’m fuckin’ well not going to.’ Vince grins. ‘No problem. She can have Howard’s room.’ ‘Oh, and I get the cupboard, do I?’ Howard snaps. ‘Not unless you want it.’ Vince has that earnest look on his face again. ‘Listen, Howard, lemme finish, OK? She can have your room, an’ we can move your bed into mine, there’s plenty of space in there.’ ‘Well, I suppose...’ Howard thinks about this. There are ramifications, practical points to consider, but on the whole it’s actually not a bad idea. Maybe this whole episode will turn out to be worth all those extra hours washing the floor... Naboo is still frowning. ‘An’ what if they decide to – to breed? I can’t have little monkeys runnin’ all over the shop.’ Howard laughs and laughs at that. ‘Have you forgotten, Naboo, you’ve got two trained zookeepers on hand twenty-four hours a day? Baby gorillas, no problem, sir. We can handle them. We’ve got all the skills we need.’ ‘Suppose so.’ Naboo starts to look just a little happier. ‘I know what you need.’ Vince jumps to his feet. ‘Come on, let’s go down the pub, it’ll all look better after a flirtini or two.’ ... ‘Bin alone all my life,’ Naboo slurs, lolling back in his chair and staring up at the brewery logos on the umbrella over their beer-garden table. ‘Stuck on an alien planet, alone and lonely, till Bollo came along.’ ‘Bit like Howard and me.’ Vince twirls a cocktail umbrella between his fingers, first one way, and then the other. ‘Howard was all lonely, then he met me an’ wasn’t any more.’ ‘Best fing that ever happened to me,’ Naboo continues, as though Vince hadn’t spoken. ‘Dunno what I’d’ve done...’ Howard takes a careful swig of his beer. ‘But you complain about him all the time.’ ‘So?’ Naboo shrugs. ‘Vince complains about you all the time. And you complain about him.’ ‘That’s... completely different,’ Howard says hastily. ‘Another thing altogether. Not the same at all.’ ‘You should tell him.’ Once again, Vince’s face is all sincerity. ‘Tell him that just because you say he’s rubbish sometimes, don’t mean you think he actually is. Ain’t that right, Howard?’ ‘I, erm, yes, absolutely.’ Howard takes another mouthful of his drink and inspects the glass carefully before setting it down again. ‘Of course.’ Naboo sighs. ‘You’re probably right. If I had, maybe he wouldn’t’ve started with this nonsense in the first place. Bit late now.’ ‘I don’t think so.’ Vince leans on both elbows on the table and turns his gaze full on Naboo. ‘You should tell him anyway. Whether he comes back tonight on his own or not. Otherwise how’s he ever gonna know?’ Was it Howard’s imagination, or did Vince glance across at him just then? Is Vince trying to tell him something, or something? Or is it simply the three (or was it four) beers he’s just had? Howard shakes his head to clear, it, reaches for one of the two glasses on the table, and knocks them both over. Vince has laid his hand over Naboo’s, and Naboo is nodding in agreement. They both look up as Howard’s glass falls over. ‘Time to go home, big man.’ Vince grins. ‘C’m’on Howard, it’s half past four already, Bollo said they’d be back at five.’ ‘Don’t embarrass me,’ Naboo mutters. ‘Have we ever?’ Howard asks, very seriously. The effect is ruined by a sudden hiccup. Naboo grins as he hauls Howard to his rather unsteady feet. ‘You want a list?’ Vince takes Howard’s other arm. ‘Naboo, haven’t you got a sobering-up spell?’ Naboo’s grin grows wider. ‘Yeah, but I’m too pissed to remember what it is.’ Howard’s last thought as he falls over is that he can’t remember when he last saw Naboo smile. ... At five o’clock precisely, a taxi pulls up in the street outside the flat. Vince is bobbing excitedly around the living room and fiddling with his already perfect hair; Howard (with a bag of frozen peas forming a makeshift ice pack on his aching head) has been banned from getting out of the armchair, and is already on his second Resolve; Naboo is perched nervously on the edge of the sofa. Vince stands on tiptoe to peer out of the window. ‘I can see them – he’s holdin’ the door open for her – oooh, killer heels.’ ‘A gorilla in high heels?’ Howard raises an eyebrow. ‘Who said anythin’ about her bein’ a gorilla? She’s all woman. Gorgeous arse, fabulous boobs, an’ she’s blonde an’ all. Nice one, Mister Bollo. Nice one.’ The shop bell tinkles. Gorilla feet and killer heels come up the stairs together. Naboo swallows hard, adjusts his turban and gets to his feet. Vince opens the door. A slim blonde with glasses and a big smile comes through it, with Bollo shuffling behind looking proud and slightly embarrassed. ‘Hello, I’m Vince.’ Vince holds out a hand. ‘Nice to meet you at last, we were beginnin’ to wonder if you really existed. That’s my colleague Howard over there, he’s, um, not feelin’ a hundred percent... No, Howard, don’t get up... an’ this is Naboo.’ The tiny shaman mumbles something and shakes hands. He looks smaller and paler than ever. ‘An’ dis Mary Jane,’ Bollo grunts, staring expressionlessly into the distance. There is an uncomfortable silence. ‘Why don’t you all sit down an’ I’ll make some tea?’ Vince suggests. ‘Unless you want something stronger? To, you know, celebrate?’ Bollo is still looking blankly at the wall. ‘Do I gather congratulations are in order?’ Howard asks. ‘Well, yes.’ Mary Jane’s elegant brows meet in a puzzled frown. ‘But how do you know? Bollo said he hadn’t told you...’ Bollo’s shoulders shake. It takes a moment for Howard to realise that the gorilla is chortling to himself. ‘What’s goin’ on, Bollo ya ballbag?’ Naboo’s voice is brittle with tension. Bollo just goes on giggling helplessly. ‘Sorry about this.’ Vince steers their visitor to the sofa. ‘He’s a bit overexcited.’ She smiles. ‘I know. We’ve had a very eventful afternoon. Our joint presentation was a tremendous success.’ ‘Presentation?’ Howard leans forward in his armchair, wincing as the sudden movement sends the bag of peas slithering down the back of his neck. ‘Presentation.’ Mary Jane produces a glossy report from her handbag and hands it to him. ‘What’s it say, Howard?’ Vince leans over, close enough for Howard to catch the fragrance of hairspray and fruit bodywash. Howard clears his throat, and reads aloud. ‘New advances in the genetics of banana flavour. By Professor M.J. Levenson.’ ‘ You’re a professor? How cool is that!’ Vince beams at her. ‘What’re you a professor of, exactly?’ ‘I study banana genes.’ ‘Wicked! I once made a pair of bamboo drainpipes when we were livin’ on a desert island.’ Howard sighs. But Mary Jane doesn’t look at Vince as though he’s a complete idiot, she just seems to find his remark funny. ‘Very good, I’ll have to remember that one... I work on the genes that make bananas taste like, well, like bananas. So growers can improve the flavour.’ She turns to Naboo, who is sitting beside her with his face still screwed up in a thunderous frown. ‘Your Bollo’s been helping me with my research for months. Ever since I bumped into him at a bluegrass concert and we got chatting. He’s very talented, you know.’ Bollo smirks. Naboo mumbles something inaudible. ‘No, really, he is,’ she insists. ‘Much more discerning than any human taster. And the fact that he can talk – well, it’s saved me hours of time. I can’t thank you enough for allowing him to participate, it’s been a pleasure to work with him. He’s remarkable.’ ‘Hey, Bollo,’ Vince whispers, ‘how much did you pay her to say this?’ But the gorilla is looking at Naboo with deep affection and doesn’t reply. ‘I know,’ Naboo says slowly, staring into space. ‘I know he’s amazing. Guess I don’t always ’preciate him...’ A silence falls. ‘Um, tea?’ Howard suggests. Vince pushes Howard back down as he tries to get up from the armchair. ‘You stay there, big man, you’ve done enough falling over for one day.’ He smiles and squeezes Howard’s shoulder; Howard’s insides lurch, not just from the beers. ‘Who’s for tea?’ Vince skips into the kitchen. ‘Ooo, look, and we’ve got cake too. Banana bread, would you believe...’ The professor, Bollo and Naboo are talking quietly, now sitting side by side on the sofa with Naboo in the middle. Howard can’t hear what they’re saying, and anyway he’d rather watch Vince’s hair catching the light, Vince’s slim hands cutting cake and brewing tea, Vince’s delightful rear view whenever he turns his back... ... Later – much later – after the Prof stayed for a takeaway and a celebratory bottle of something cheap, cheerful and bubbly from the offie, and went home in a taxi with a promise to call again, soon – after Naboo and Bollo saw her off, waving from the shop doorstep, then turned to each other and hugged, hard – and after Howard and Vince pretended they hadn’t seen that, and Naboo and Bollo moved Bollo’s beanbags out of the broom cupboard and back into Naboo’s room – Howard and Vince are sprawled on the sofa, too full of curry and bubbles to be bothered moving yet. ‘Hey Howard,’ Vince says suddenly, breaking into Howard’s comfy doze. ‘What?’ ‘I’ve bin thinking.’ ‘Bad idea.’ Howard yawns lazily. ‘You know you’re no good at it. I’m the brains of this double act, yes, sir... Well, don’t just sit there, let’s have this great thought for what it’s worth.’ ‘Howard.’ Vince is biting his lower lip and looking very earnest again. ‘You know what I said earlier?’ ‘About making bamboo drainpipes?’ Vince screws the empty nan bread bag into a ball and throws it half-heartedly at Howard, missing him by a mile. ‘No. Earlier than that. About the Prof moving into the flat.’ ‘She’s not going to. She never was going to. Bollo was just making a point, in his gorilla way.’ ‘I know, yeah, but I was thinking... what if we moved your bed into my room anyway? It’d be...’ ‘What would it be?’ Rarely has Howard been so totally, desperately interested in what Vince has to say. ‘Friendlier,’ Vince says, his brow furrowed with the effort of explaining himself. ‘You know, like back in the hut at the zoo, when we used to do night shifts. It’s nice hearin’ someone else breathin’ an’ that, when I wake up in the dark. I’ve missed it.’ Howard sits up straight, and looks at Vince. And looks some more. And more. Vince has gone a bit pink, but he’s shuffling along the sofa towards Howard, and there’s a shy smile on his face. ‘I’ve missed it too,’ Howard admits. Vince shuffles up some more, so close he’s sitting on the same cushion. Howard’s arm is round him before Howard’s brain has time to think about it. ‘Is that a yes, then?’ Vince asks, snuggling into Howard’s shoulder, where he fits perfectly, as Howard has always known he would. ‘I think it is a yes, yes.’ Vince makes a contented little noise and falls silent, his breathing soft and even. Howard is dozing off again when Vince pokes him in the ribs. ‘Hey, don’t nod off on me, we’ve got a bed to move.’ ‘I’ve been thinking,’ Howard says. ‘About that.’ Vince tenses. ‘You haven’t had second thoughts?’ Howard runs his fingers through Vince’s hair. ‘Don’t worry, little man. All I was thinking was, do we really need to bother moving my bed? I reckon we’d both fit in yours.’ Vince jumps to his feet, eyes sparkling. ‘Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?’

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