#he should have had the tag belts several times over by now

[sequentialprophet]

Give my guy a belt 😔 (insta)

#AEW #Trent Beretta #Sue! #man this hurts my heart #he's so good and so underrated #he should have had the tag belts several times over by now #bullshit #LET MY GUY WIN

[lincolndjarin]

ride cowgirl! ★ (agent whiskey x reader)

(18+ mdni) pairings : agent whiskey x afab!reader summary : you like to make bets with your coworker for simple things, what happens when he decides he wants to raise the stakes? warnings & tags : no use of y/n, smut, sort of dubcon there's reluctance but everything is consensual, porn with plot, this ended up actually being mostly plot lmao, p in v sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, light bondage, use of restraints, fully clothed sex, pet names, size kink, praise, whiskey big dick truther word count : 2.3k a/n : first new fic post on the new blog!!! I had so much fun with this thank you so much to the person who requested it !! one of my google forms anon requests was for anything whiskey!! (I put the request at the end) this was the direction I went in >:) this was meant to be a drabble but I got carried away immediately. enjoy!! (this was edited super fast bc i'm tired after work lmao, so apologies for any mistakes)

It was a stupid deal. 

And you never should have made it. 

Of course it’s a little late for that now, when he’s already tying your hands behind your back with his ridiculous flask belt. 

“This wasn’t a part of the original agreement.” You grumble as he pulls the leather tight. That smug smile on his face. 

“You said, anyway I wanted it. This is how I want it.” He leans back against the headboard to admire his work. His eyes focused on the way your chest pushes out now with your arms forced behind you until you cough to get his attention. He takes his time before letting his eyes crawl back up to your face, still grinning ear to ear. 

“Can we just get this over with?” You groan. 

“Oh come on, gorgeous.” He’s loosening his tie, his smile never falters. “I already told you we don’t have to do this. I’ve offered you several outs and you keep turning them down. Besides,” He flashes his teeth at you in a toothy grin. “it’s no fun for me if you don’t want it.” 

That’s exactly what he’d said when you’d made this deal a week ago. 

“I think I want your hat.” You said rather confidently. The two of you had a long standing rivalry. You were placing bets nearly every week at this point. The winner was whoever had the most successful missions. It had started off simple. The loser has to take the other out to dinner, or pay for drinks after a night out. 

After a few months of that you’d gone out with Whiskey more times then you’d gone on any dates. 

Then you decided to raise the stakes. 

The other person's paycheck that week, a piece of tech the other had, at one point your mothers phone number was on the line. (Thankfully that week you had won.)

This week you were feeling lucky. So you pointed at his cowboy hat, he was never seen without. 

“If I win I want your hat.” You cock your head to the side, smirking. 

“You have a hat already.” He was typing up a mission report, you had come in as you always did on Monday mornings. 

“Nice observation agent, how’d you figure that out?” You took a pen from the mug on his desk, rapidly clicking it in an attempt to get under his skin. “That doesn’t change my mind, I don’t want my hat. I want yours.”

He sighs in irritation, taking the pen from you and moving the mug to the other side of his computer. 

“And if you win you can have mine.” You flick the rin of his hat as you say it and he finally turns to glare at you. 

“I don’t want your hat, I already have a hat.” 

“Someone’s in a bad mood today.” You whisper theatrically as he turns back to his work. 

“I’ve got a lot of paperwork to get through darlin’ so let’s hurry this up.” 

“I already told you. I want your hat, if you don’t want mine then pick something else.” 

He turns in his desk chair completely to face you now. Annoyance visible on his face. 

“If I win, then you wear my hat.” As he speaks he cracks the first smile you’ve seen on him all morning. 

“You aren’t making any sense, are you still waking up? Do you want me to go get you some coffee?” You laugh but he leans forward. Even though you were up on the desk and he was in his chair he was still nearly face to face with you. 

“Darlin’ you can be so cute sometimes.” You have no idea what he means but his voice has a condescending tone that makes you scowl. 

“Stop being coy and just clarify.” His first signs of a smile turn into a full blown grin. 

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” He whispers, you’re about to slap him for making such a crass joke but he looks completely serious. 

“That’s not funny. What do you really want?” You pray he doesn’t see the goosebumps on your arms at his words, you spend so much time with him yet he’s never made a pass at you. You’ve watched him hit on countless women these last few months but he’s never turned his attention towards you quite like this. 

“I told you. You win, you get my hat. I win, you wear it.” He has to be messing with you. You want to believe that he’s just trying to push your buttons but you know purely based on the way he looks at you that he couldn’t be more serious. 

It’s an insane offer. But it’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Who wouldn’t be curious about what he must whisper to get women to come home with him, what he must promise them. 

Stop. You can’t seriously be considering this. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously I’m not doing that.” You get up to leave. Embarrassed by the entire situation. 

“You win, you get my hat and the Bronco. I win, you wear the hat.” You’re already walking out when he says it and you stumble a bit before turning back to stare at him slack jawed. 

“You’d give me your car?” The disbelief in your tone is palpable. 

“If you won.”

And you just couldn’t say no. It was too good of an offer. 

So you set up ground rules. 

You wanted your clothes to stay on, at least as much as possible for the situation. Which he agreed to, so long as the two of you did it “how ever he wanted.” You didn’t realize until much later what that entailed. And of course there was the fact that he wanted you to enjoy it. An odd request all things considered, but he said it was important to him that you had a good time. 

“It's no fun for me if you don’t want it.” 

He had insisted that if you weren’t into it that he would stop, especially if he thought you were faking it. 

Once everything was decided the two of you shook hands. 

And then, by some cruel trick of fate, you had fumbled not one, not two, not even three, but all of your missions that week. A feat that has never happened to you in the entire history of your employment with Statesman. 

So that’s how you ended up like this. 

Fully clothed other than your discarded panties, straddling your most annoying coworker, who’s sitting underneath you, dressed the same as always except his pants are unzipped, with his belt around your wrists. 

“Just let me know when you’re ready darlin’, take your time. I can wait all night, I've got nothing else planned.” 

You could tell him no. You should. You just don't want to.

The second you did he would take the belt off your wrists, hand you your panties (the ones you pretended you didn’t see him shove in his pocket when you threw them on the bed,) and send you on your way. And he’d do it all with a smile. 

Of course you can’t let that happen, that would just mean that he’s won, again. 

He wouldn’t even tell anyone, not that anyone knew about the deal to begin with. But he’d never tease you for bailing, he’d just make you live with the knowledge that you bit off more than you could chew. 

And worst of all, if you had won, you know for a fact that he would have handed over the keys to his car with zero hesitation. 

So you roll your eyes and nod. 

He clicks his tongue, leaning forward, his hands rub your thighs, pushing your skirt up further. 

“Tell me you want it sweetheart.” He taunts, making you sigh loudly. 

It’s not that you don’t want it. God knows you want it. You crave it. But you can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“I want it.” You say, almost comically emotionless which has him frowning, sitting up straighter. 

“Let’s just call it. You clearly don’t, and I’m not interested in an unenthusiastic partner.” He begins to lift you off of his hips but you push against him, properly sitting yourself in his lap. 

“Give me a second, Jesus. I’m not even warmed up, just- I need a minute. We’re doing this.” There’s a determination in your voice that stops his efforts.

There are a few seconds of silence before he speaks again. 

“Do you want me to… warm you up?” It’s the first time he’s dropped the cocky facade since you started this ordeal. 

“No. I think I’m okay. Let’s do this.” You nod a few times, almost like you’re hyping yourself up. The two of you hadn’t factored in a lot of the logistical details of this deal, more specifically foreplay. 

As he pulls himself out of his jeans you’re starting to wish that you had. He isn’t even completely hard yet and you aren’t entirely sure how you’re going to take all of it. 

He unceremoniously spits into his hand before gripping himself at the base, steadily stroking himself. 

It’s like he’s a porn star and you’ve got front row seats to a private show. 

You’re close enough that when he leans forward, softly grunting, his face brushes against yours. His cock becoming fully erect in his hand, you hope he doesn’t hear you gulp. 

As he jerks himself off, his free hand reaches up, removing his hat before placing it onto your head. It’s a little too big for you so it tilts to one side. He gives you a lopsided grin before picking up his pace. You watch with wide eyes. 

He’s too big. 

In every way possible. 

He’s too long, he’s too thick, he’s simply too much. 

And you can’t tell him that. He’s smug enough as is, if you say “actually nevermind. you’re dick’s too big I couldn’t possibly fuck you.” he’ll be even more insufferable than he already is. But much to your chagrin he already knows what you’re thinking. 

“You still sure you don’t want me to warm you up?” His nerves are clearly gone as he chuckles before hissing through his teeth. His thumb brushes over his pink, weeping tip. 

“I’m fine. Ready when you are.” Not true. 

“Maybe I could free your wrists. You can do it yourself if you don’t want me to do it.” He’s reaching behind you and you once again halt his efforts. 

“No. We’re doing this your way.” 

You’re certainly overestimating your abilities, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

You scoot forward in his lap until his cock is resting between your thighs. You sit up on your knees and he lines himself up at your entrance. 

“Last chance to back out, sugar.” With that final taunt from him you sink down onto him without warning. Barely taking more than an inch before you drop your chin to your chest so he can’t see your face as he simultaneously leans back to rest against the headboard once more. 

It feels like he’s splitting you in half. 

His hands return to your thighs. His palms splayed against you as his thumbs rub comforting circles against your flesh. 

The sting is all you can think of but buried beneath it all is a heat that threatens to consume you. 

You lift your head to look at him. He’s lost a bit of his bravado as he runs his fingers through his hair. You don’t give him (or yourself to be fair) a chance to adjust. You have a desperate need to watch him unravel despite the ache between your legs. 

You take a deep breath before you take nearly half of him in one rock of your hips. 

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the heat in your stomach is bubbling over as you let out a moan you’ve never heard from yourself before. His grip on your thighs is tight enough now that you’re certain you’ll have to wear a longer skirt tomorrow. 

“Christ darlin’.” He stutters out, his eyes are squeezed shut and you couldn’t be more proud. 

“Is this enthusiastic enough for you?” You manage to grunt out between your small gasps. 

He mumbles something that sounds like a yes.

You have to wait longer this time before moving again, you wait until the pain eases itself away and is replaced with that heat you’ve been pursuing. Only then do you try taking more of him, you don’t manage all of it but you take most of him after a bit of effort. The entire time his eyes are trained on you, a look of admiration on his face. 

“You are something else, gorgeous.” He whispers.

His low drawl shoots straight to your core and god you’re sure he knows it. He whimpers when your walls clench around him.

You haven’t even started properly riding him and you’re close. 

The way he fills you has you seeing stars. You would love to try and banter with him right now, tease him, but you’re too far gone. Too focused on the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips as he lets out a soft whine before squeezing your hips.

“Let me touch you, please.” He mutters breathlessly.

You aren’t one to deny good southern manners. 

You give him a nod and he wastes no time as he rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers frantically, like he’s trying to make you cum as fast as possible. You’re confused as to why for only a moment because your climax approaches so rapidly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Your hips stutter as you sit, finally fully impaled on his length, in an instant your vision is a searing hot white. His hat tilts forward on your head, briefly covering your eyes. You’re left breathless in his lap, when you come down from your high he’s grinning at you.

“I win again darlin’.” 

You groan as you recall the conversation you’d had right before he had tied your hands behind your back. 

“If I finish first you can have my hat, if you do, then I get to finish inside you.” 

“Absolutely not.”

“If I finish first you can have the Bronco.”

“...Fine.”

a/n : requester ily, thank youuu

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[mlm-writer]

If I Should Become a Stranger (Smokescreen x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Smokescreen (TFP ver.) x Human!Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 1608 POV: Second Summary: Smokescreen left you over a decade ago to rebuild Cybertron and until today, you had not heard from him since. Note: Read a Transformers novel and then it really dawned on me how beings with such a long life span must view time differently. So this fic explores that a little. Inspired by this song. Tags: angst, hurt no comfort (for smokey tbh), breakup from Smokescreen’s POV and song fic. 

Humans would argue that in war, there was nothing as precious as love. In war, one should hug one's friends more often, hold one's family tighter and kiss one's lover longer. Such was the philosophy of men; cherish what you have now you have it. It was quite befitting to a race with such short lives. Cybertronian's however…

Even in war, many acted like life would never end. There was plenty of time to fight one's friends. There was even more time to find it in you to mend things, patch up the wounds you created together. Even when friends started to lose the light in their optics, when the streets started to fill with the husks of neighbours, when tomorrow was more a wish than a promise, even then, Cybertronians were often found doing anything but cherishing the moment. 

Smokescreen was no different. Sure, he was impatient and young by comparison, but even to him, everything seemed to be able to wait, 'fore there will be a later. Hence why he had no reservations about going to Cybertron to rebuild. Hence why he could look upon his human lover with a smile as bright as the full moon on a clear night, while saying his goodbyes. "I'll see you soon," he had said while swaggering backwards into the space bridge. You had believed him as much as you had loved him back then.  

"Hey Ratchet, any messages for me?" You asked as you always did when visiting the medic at the old base. Ratchet looked down at you with those same sorry optics. He didn't need to say anything, but he always gave you the courtesy of an answer. 

"I'm sorry, there has been no communication for you," he spoke evenly, trying to keep the pity out of his voice. It was always like that. At first you stopped by every few days, then weekly, monthly, every few months… at some point you forgot to go altogether. You moved for work, so it was suddenly a whole journey to come visit. You got fired from that job, then you got a new job. You fell in love, got your heart broken, broke a limb, healed both and what else? It was just life - life without sentient alien robots, explosions and secret government missions. 

It almost seemed like it had all been a dream. You had almost forgotten about all the adventures of your youth, were it not for that scar on your arm you got from a brief brush with Soundwave at the satellite array. That was just the start, but somehow you made it through several threats to the planet fairly unscathed. That scar on your arm was the only big reminder you had of those days aside from the pictures stuffed in a box in your garage, somewhere on a shelf that was too high for you to reach without a chair to stand on. 

You were about to drive back from work to that garage when you caught sight of a familiar car in the parking lot. The colours were not as you remembered them, but it was strange to see a sports car like this at an office like yours. You stared at the vehicle for a long time and then sighed, before opening the driver's door to your car. However, as soon as you opened the door, the sports car you had been staring at earlier flashed its lights and started honking. You squinted your eyes and closed the door again. 

You locked your car and walked over to the other car that was making a ruckus. As soon as you approached, it quieted down and the driver’s door opened on its own. Against your best judgement, you got in. When you sat down, the seat belt wrapped itself around you and the engine revved to life. “Missed me?” A familiar voice came from the radio as the car drove out of the parking lot to God-knows-where. However, hearing that voice, you felt no fear, no worries, just a deep-seated resentment that had been dormant for many years. 

“Smokescreen,”  you greeted your ride with a tight voice. Said Autobot made a joke about how you simply could not forget him. It only angered you more. You had forgotten, mostly, until now. After that greeting, the air chilled down and not a word was exchanged, until Smokescreen pulled up at the side of an abandoned road. There used to be a factory at the end of it, but since the building had been decommissioned, no one used the road anymore; it was leading to virtually nowhere nowadays. 

The seat belt unfastened and you got out. When your shoes hit the dusty ground, the vehicle transformed into a shape that you used to know. You marvelled at his size as if it was the first time you witnessed his transformation. Cybertronians did not age, but that young face you used to know seemed more mature anyway. There was something about his gaze that got more intense, more serious. There was a slouch in his posture that was the telltale weight of responsibilities befitting an adult. 

Smokescreen whispered your name after a while of quiet staring. “Why are you here?” You inquired as a response. Hurt was evident on his face, but you thought it was a valid question. For over a decade, there was radio silence. Why would he be here if not for another danger looming over your planet? 

Smokescreen let out a scoff. “To see you of course!” He beamed in spite of everything. It was your turn to scoff as you crossed your arms. Your ex looked you over and then, very intelligently, said: “You’ve become bigger! That’s really cool! I forgot humans could do that… Want to go to the drive-in theatre today?” 

You sighed and turned to walk back to your car. It was gonna be a long walk, but you were stubborn and too prideful to tell him to drive you back. “There are no drive-in theatres in this area..” 

You barely got a few steps away when Smokescreen yelled from behind you. “I should have left you a message! I’m sorry!” You kept walking, tears prickling in your eyes. “I forgot!” He added as if it was a valid excuse. 

“Well, I forgot who you are!” You yelled over your shoulder, speeding up your walking. You heard your ex transform behind you and like a bad movie, he started driving next to you. All that was missing was pouring rain, but the sky was so clear, you could see the many constellations gradually making themselves known. 

He was driving with the door closest to you open, trying to get you to get in. “Come on! It has not been that long! I admit I have changed a little, but I’m still me, your Smokey…” You tried to block his voice out, stubbornly trudging on down the abandoned road. “I came back, because I started talking about you so much, Arcee practically shoved me into the space bridge to shut me up. It’s been like my processors always circle back to you.” He swerved and came to a halt right in front of you, forcing you to stop walking. “I told you I would see you soon…” 

You took a deep breath, ensuring that whatever you said next would be spoken in a normal, even tone. Smokescreen reverted back to bot mode, looking at you with pleading optics that could once pull your heartstrings. However, those times were long behind you. “Smokescreen,” you started like you were lecturing a child, “it has been like what? A decade and some? That may not be a long time for you, but I am human. A decade right now is about a third of my life. You made me wait a third of my life. Does that sink in with you?” 

Smokescreen seemed to shrink, pinned under your intense gaze. “I’m sorry,” he muttered eventually. His servos clenched and unclenched. You could see his processors working overtime, just to formulate a response. “I guess you’re right. Cybertron has become quite lively. I proved myself a leader. I made a lot of new friends… Maybe it is a long time…” For someone with a seemingly endless supply of RAM, he was awfully slowly putting the events of the past decade in perspective. His voice trailed off after every sentence. Eventually he just whispered one last thing. “A third…” 

You pitied him. You had enough time to mend the heart he broke many years ago. To him, however, he came back like he said, just to find what he left behind to no longer exist. Without a word he transformed into his alt mode. “I’ll take you back,” he stated. You did not resist this time and got in. 

The drive back was quiet. You did not speak. He did not speak. Only white noise filled the spaces between one heavy spark and only a slightly lighter heart. He drove you back to the parking lot where you had your car. You were about to get out when you heard his voice one last time. “For what it is worth, let me just say: I love you. You’re the best thing I ever had.” 

In spite of him being a stranger from the past, your heart ached. “Your life is long. You’ll love again. Don’t worry.” You patted the steering wheel and then got out. You did not look back and by the time you sat in your car, your car was the only one in the parking lot with the lights on.

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[ravennaortiz]

Okay I've got another request for you. This time it's for Bottles. Let's go with prompt 8, 31, 24, and 25.

Welcome back! Bottles with these prompts?! Hell yes! As always my stories are 18+! lets get to the magic!

Prompts:

8: Your drunk. No i'm not

31. Jealous?

24. No panties?

25. Don't act shy now.

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A Near Loss

The party at the clubhouse was in full swing when you slunk behind the bar where Bottles was. You had had your eyes on him since he first joined up. There was something about him that called to you and you wanted him, status in the club be damned.

Bottles smiled slightly as he felt your arms wrap around him from behind. He couldn't deny you were beautiful and he knew anyone would be lucky to have your attention. He had been given strict instructions to not be caught with his hands on you ever. Yet here he was again with your hands on him. He was starting to wonder if this was a test to be honest. No way you were actually interested in some guy like him.

"You should stop playing bar tender and come dance with me" you whispered standing on your tip toes to get closer to his ear. Bottles swallowed hard as he felt your body pressed tighter to him and your hands slip down to his belt. He glanced up quickly to where EZ the club president and one of your brothers sat talking to some other members.

Following his gaze you rolled your eyes before moving in front of him your hands never leaving his belt. "Orrrrrr" you started to say as your hands quickly undid his belt bringing his attention back to you. "I could hang out under the bar" you finished with a wink as you slid the zipper down as you started to drop to the floor. The look on Bottles face was priceless as he quickly yanked you back up, his eyes even bigger than normal behind his glasses as he frantically looked around to make sure no one had noticed.

"Stop it. Your drunk." stated Bottles as he held your hands firmly at your sides before taking several steps back from you. He could feel his jeans getting tighter and swallowed hard as he tried to get his breathing evened out.

"No, I'm not. You served me my one and only drink two hours ago" you chuckled lightly trying to ignore the feeling of irritation that was building. "But fine. You don't want all this?" you continued as you used your hands to pull his attention down your body before shrugging. "I'm sure someone else will be happy too take care of me" you finished before patting his shoulder and disappearing into the crowd. Bottles sighed heavily before leaning against the bar.

***

"What's up with you Miss Attitude?" inquired Guero as you slammed yourself down into the chair between him and Coco as they watched Angel and Gilly play pool against members from another charter.

"Nothing" you practically growled as you glared at your brother Angel. You knew he and EZ had to have made you off limits.

Coco followed the glare and chuckled. "In my friends defense mama. He was aiming more for guys in the other charters and Boy Scout said everyone" he offered as he took a drag on his cigarette.

"Of course he did. Always has to control everything and everyone" you replied as you folded your arms and kicked your legs up onto the chair across from you. "I do have to give props to Bottles though I was pretty much on my knees and had his zipper down and he still said no" you added.

"Don't tell me that. Puts me in a bad place with your brother" sighed Coco as he shook his head and laughed.

"I have an idea. Come on" stated Guero as he finished his bear and grabbed your hand as he stood up.

***

Bottles had watched you and Guero disappear into the storage room a few minutes ago. Hands roaming all over and you giggling as he whispered something in your ear. He felt a burning anger as he cleaned up behind the bar and hadn't noticed EZ approach.

"You can join the party for the night. You did a good job today" stated EZ making Bottles jump and pull himself from his thoughts. "Thanks" he replied as he nodded looking up at EZ who was looking around the clubhouse. "You seen my little sister lately?" asked EZ his eyes landing back on him.

"No. Last I saw her was an hour ago maybe? I think she said she was going outside" lied Bottles as he pretended to look around the crowded clubhouse. EZ nodded before walking off. Bottles walked over to the storage door and hesitated for a moment before barging in and slamming the door behind him.

"Took you long enough" muttered Guero as he looked over your shoulder at Bottles who was vibrating with anger at seeing you straddling his friend. You smirked as you turned to look over your shoulder at him.

"EZ is looking for you. I lied and told him you were outside so can you two hurry the fuck up" snapped Bottles his voice low with anger. Guero snorted as he watched Bottles ball up his fist at his sides. "Someone jealous?" he inquired with a raised brow before moving his hands down to the hem of your dress lifting it up.

"No" snapped Bottles as he closed his eyes not wanting to look.

"Seems like you are" you murmured as you stood up and walked over to him letting your nails trail down his chest. His breathing hitched and you smiled wickedly. "Come on Bottles" you purred as your hands made their way to his belt.

Without a word Bottles had you spun pinning you against the door with his body. You yelped in surprise but didn't struggle as you felt him grind his bulge against your ass. You moaned at the feel of the fabric and felt heat pool between your legs. Bottles breathing was ragged as he grinded against you as his mind clouded with lust.

"Please" you whined as you pushed back on him to get more friction making your dress bunch up. Bottles gulped before yanking his belt off and shoving his jeans and boxers to the floor letting his hardened cock spring forth.

"Bend over" he ordered as he yanked your dress up revealing your bare ass and soaked core to him. Bottles smiled slightly before running his tip through your slick folds eliciting a moan from you as you pushed back slightly. "Fuck. No panties?" he asked even though it was evident as he started to slide in you before a small cough behind him dragged his attention back to Guero.

"Shit" muttered Bottles as he started to pull out making you whine as he pulled your dress back down. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't act shy now man. I just wanted to make sure you remembered I was here. Turn her around so I can see her face" replied Guero with a laugh as he locked eyes with his friend.

A couple minutes later Bottles was pounding into you relentlessly. His grip on your hips tight enough that you knew you would have bruises. Your release poured down your legs as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Bottles didn't stop though, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and into another before his pace faltered he slammed deep into you one more time as your body milked his own release from him.

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[polutrope]

Prompt: 18. remember who and what thou art

Amrod & Amras (<- relationship tag and characters)

Thank you!

Thank you @ettelene and @danmeiljie! I wanted to write you a follow-up to Who By Fire for these prompts, but as such it got away a bit from the actual prompts. Prompt List.

1k words of cryptic, unresolved brotherly angst (so the usual flavours for the Mithrim years). Lightly toasted Amrod. Rated T.

Warning for referenced past suicide attempt.

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Seven nights pass before the others notice Amrod’s absence. 

Amras has known, but not because he felt it. There have been moments since Losgar when Amras has felt Amrod’s thought like a wayward gust along the edges of his own. But it is rare now that he feels the presence of his other half. It was not only patches of skin that the flames licked away. They scraped away pieces of Amrod’s mind, too. 

Amras has known because he watched him, when he stalked off into the woods at dawn, seven days ago. 

Is his twin seeking those pieces, when he strays far into the lands about Lake Mithrim? In the early years of their uncertain existence here, Amras followed him; tracked him down and coaxed him back to reason like some wild thing.

Would Amras have pulled him from the burning ship, if he had known that Amrod wanted to die in that fire? Had Amrod truly wanted to die in that fire? Surely, Amras would have known. Would have felt his own soul straining for release along with him.

There are only so many times Amras can set aside his own life, tuck away his own grief and rage to save his brother, before he begins to wish he had not the first time. And that is a terrible thought.

So he lets him go, and the others worry about another brother who has been missing far longer. 

In the last few months, though, they seem to have forgotten Morgoth and Maedhros both. They have turned all their worry towards the threat of another fortress across the lake; the threat of revenge. That is why, when Amrod’s absence is finally noted, their faces are tight with concern. 

“Why did you say nothing?” Celegorm shouts, grabbing hold of Amras’ arm.

“Perhaps you should ask yourselves why you did not notice,” says Amras. He shrugs out of Celegorm’s grip and rakes his eyes over the rest of his brothers. They look away. They bow their heads in shame. 

Maglor will not write to Nolofinwë, not yet. He says he does not believe their half-uncle would take his own nephew captive. Curufin accuses him of cowardice. He will go himself to Nolofinwë’s camp himself, he says, if Maglor is too ashamed to face them. 

“Enough!” shouts Maglor, schooling his little brother with his voice, the only real power he wields. 

Amras thinks them all cowards. A search party is sent out. Amras does not join it. 

Another seven nights pass, and still there has been no word exchanged between the two hosts. Many words are thrown about in the council room, though. Words about launching the first assault against Nolofinwë’s camp, before they are put on the defensive themselves. 

Amras removes himself. He sits in his brother’s room and stares at the shape of Amrod’s body still imprinted on the reed mattress. They used to share sleeping quarters in Valinor. It was only after the fire that Amras made physical the wall that had fallen between them. 

But Amras is bound to his twin by both blood and oath. Such bonds cannot be severed by walls—nor by captivity, nor by mountains, nor by an ocean, nor by the long and heavy passage of time. Not even by death. 

The sound of metal clattering against wood rouses Amras from thought.

“Hello, Russa.” 

Amras turns to see his brother standing in the doorframe. He has discarded his belt and cloak on the table beside him, and crosses the floor to sit on the bed. 

Amras’ heart races with relief at the sight of him, but he reins it in, he says nothing. They have been here before. 

“What are you doing here?” Amrod asks lightly, as if he had not been gone more than a few hours. He unlaces and kicks off his boots.

“Waiting for you,” Amras answers, cold and measured. 

Amrod’s smile reveals a faint new scar across his face. It sets a tremor in Amras’ hands.

“Where did you get that?” asks Amras, threading his fingers tightly over his knees. He ought to have followed him. 

Amrod shrugs. “Hunting.” 

He sits upright with a relieved sigh, and Amras notices his fine linen tunic, delicately embroidered around the neck and sleeves. He has never seen his brother wear it. It is not like the work of the local Mithrim, either; it is Noldorin in style. 

“Whose garment is that?” Amras asks. 

“It was my healer’s.” 

Amras studies the scar again. It is evident that it was treated skillfully. In time there will be no scar at all, as if the wound had never been there. The question flutters around the back of his mind: Who healed you?

But Amras knows. He knows because the walls around Amrod’s thoughts are naught but sand, and they are blown away by the softest touch from Amras’ mind. 

Yes, Amrod confirms with a nod. Yes, Nolofinwë healed me. 

“Why?” Amras asks aloud.

A tug on his thoughts pulls him back from this line of questioning. Be content that I was healed, it says, and I am here.

A shiver ripples through Amrod’s body, and silently Amras rises and comes to sit beside him.

“What does it matter?” Amrod asks, lifting his head to look at him. “When one is starved for hope, should he not take whatever healing he can?”

Amras nods, though he is not sure. It is difficult to know, in these dark times. 

He glances at his hand resting on the bed between them, imagines it draped over his brother’s shoulder, but he finds he cannot will it to close that gap. 

Amrod chuckles. “It’s funny, Russa. You are all just as broken as I am. On both sides.” He takes Amras’ hand in both of his and pats the back of it. “You’ll see. Our wounds will be the thing that stitches us back together, when we remember that we are all bleeding the same blood.”

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Thanks again to @cuarthol for helping me brainstorm this one.

On AO3

#amrod #amras #ambarussa #mithrim #silm phrase prompts #prompts #my fic #silm fic

[famouslyanonymous]

These Dreams

Please be kind...this is my first anything on Tumblr. It's actually my first attempt at writing! Why it's starting as a DDDNE - dead dove do not eat- I don't know. This just popped in my head. Also, this is totally AU. Figured I'd add that just in case. If you see any TW or Tags I should add, let me know. Here goes nothing 😬

Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader x Santiago "Pope" Garcia

TW/Tags: DDDNE - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - 18+ ONLY - AU, oral (male receiving), p in v, bondage, unprotected intercourse, sexual content, smut, non-con,

You had been seeing the gorgeous, brown-eyed pilot for a month. He was the most amazing man you'd been out with, it seemed like, in forever. Francisco Morales, or 'Frankie', treated you so well. His names for you were 'Senora' and 'cariño'. He'd taken you out several times, cooked for you and sent you flowers twice. You'd finally started sleeping at each other's houses.

When you both went to bed last night, nothing seemed any different. You were a heavy sleeper and Frankie was a light sleeper. It was completely understandable that he would be after all his years in the military, training and deployments. Something seemed off though, now, as it had to be far too early to be waking up. It was hard to open your eyes. Your eyelids felt weighted down by bricks. But, finally, the started to open.

Vision was blurry. Your right hand started to raise to rub your eyes but it couldn't move. In an instant, your left hand went to move and it, too, was immobilized. What was going on? Were you dreaming? You had to be, right? Just as you thought this, you began hearing a man's voice. Frankie's voice but he wasn't talking to you. Was he on the phone? Your eyes are trying to blink the blurry sleep away so you can see what's happening and what time it is

That's when you heard another man's voice. You recognized it but it took a second to put a name to it...it was Frankie's friend, Pope.

"Hey, man, looks like she's waking up. You sure about this?", Pope said in a low voice.

Frankie answered 'Yeah'

And your vision cleared to see Frankie kneeling between your legs and Pope standing at the head of the bed...right next to you. That's when your arms jerked hard and you tried to sit up. But you can't because your wrists are tied down.

"Frankie! What the fuck?! What the hell is going on?", you manage to blurt out. "Untie me, let me up and why is Pope here?"

Frankie's eyes darken and his head angles down but he's still looking you in the eyes. "I thought Pope could help you. You need to understand your place a bit better. You're mine, cariño, and no one else's."

You can't believe what you're hearing. Frightened, your eyes dart up to look at Pope. You beg Pope, "Pope, he's not serious. You guys gotta be joking." Pope doesn't answer, he's started undoing his belt. And Frankie is taking off his pajama pants. You don't have anything on besides one of Frankie's shirts.

Frankie grabs your knees with his hands and tears spring out from your eyes. As tears roll down your cheeks and you feel beads of sweat pop up nearly all over your body, your heart is beating so hard against your ribs it feels like it's going to leap out.

"Frankie, no! Frankie! Frankie, stop it I said!", you're yelling and it's like they can't hear you.

Frankie forces your knees apart and he lines his hard cock up at your entrance. He's not stopping. You're trying to push your knees together but he's too strong. You're pulling and jerking at the restraints holding your wrists down. It's no good.

You plead with Pope, since Frankie isn't listening, "Pope, please, don't do this. Please help me. Pope!" Pope isn't listening and he's naked now. His focus is your mouth. You lean away and look the other way but just then, Frankie plows into you so hard that you can't move any further. In that instant, Pope is grabbing your head.

The air is forced from your lungs and as you gasp an inhale of air, Pope's erect cock is in your mouth. Tears are running all over your face and your eyes shut tight. This isn't happening. It has to be a nightmare. It feels pretty damn real. You can feel Frankie bottoming out and his thighs hitting your ass. You can feel Pope's iron grip on your head and your jaws forced wide open. Pope's hard cock moving and almost hitting the back of your mouth.

"You needed this, cariño." Frankie says between thrusts.

Pope adds, "Yeah, señora, you will never forget that you're Frankie's."

There's nothing you can do accept cry, breath and wait until this is over. You pray it's over soon. Then you hear Frankie say, "You know I can't come until you do. Look at me, cariño." Your eyelids raise and Pope slightly lessens his grip enough that you can see Frankie. One look in his almost black eyes and you know he's serious.

Unbelievable, you think to yourself. He really expects an orgasm from you. More tears flood from your swollen eyes. Then he says, "No faking either. I'll know." Frankie starts working your nipples and your body is betraying you by responding. He knows what works to get you to orgasm. Damn him!

The coil starts to wind in your lower stomach. Pope starts to slow a bit but it's not because he's close. Frankie must've signaled him. You feel Frankie's mouth on your nipples while he's slamming his hips into you. It starts to build hotter and higher, you can't stop it. Pope pulls out of your mouth and your breath finds its pace.

Then, Frankie slips his hands down. One on your waist and one on your hip. He flicks his tongue over your hardened peaks and it's more than you can bear.

The coil snaps and you float briefly in the release. Frankie starts to pump erratically. He loves it when you both get there, together. You open your eyes a little. Pope isn't there. The only light on is a bedside lamp, it's always left on at night. And Frankie... Frankie's on his side...sleeping.

Wait. What? I... you're instantly confused. You pull your arms up expecting to feel the jerk of the restraints when both arms fling wildly upwards, almost hitting yourself in the face. You're trying to catch your breath and calm your heart down. Sitting up, you can't see anything out of place. Frankie still has his pajama pants on. How? How can this be?

Feeling all the movement in the bed, Frankie rolls on his back, rubs his eyes a little. He goes to say something but his speech is the slow, muddled sounds that people who've been sleeping have when first waking. "Señora, mi cariño... what's wrong? Nightmare? C'mere."

You're so not sure of yourself. Shaking your head because you feel crazy right now. You're not sure what your feeling. You're not hurting but shouldn't you be? Not a mark on you. You look again around the room and absolutely nothing is out of place from when you went to bed. You look down at Frankie and whisper, "Ever have a dream or nightmare that just seemed so real?"

Frankie has one eye peeped open at you, nods and breathily agrees 'Mmhmm'.

"Well", you start, "I think that just happened to me."

"You okay? C'mere", he whispers, both eyes on you now.

Still feeling unsure, you slide down and roll into Frankie's waiting arms. You easily adjust yourself into the nook of his warm, strong arms. He rests his chin on the top of your head, loving the way it feels and smells. You think to yourself, 'Frankie wouldn't hurt me. Never.' It was a dream. A bad dream. And your eyes flutter closed as you allow his arms to envelope you. Soon, your breathing is slow and rhythmic as sleep once again blankets you.

Frankie softly sighs, fully relaxed. And he grins like the Cheshire cat, his eyes dark as midnight.

End~

#dddne #frankie morales smut #santiago garcia #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader

[razor-ramons-thighs]

Jealousy Cuts Deep; Why Diesel’s Success Eats Razor Ramon Alive

Transcript below

WHY DIESEL’S SUCCESS EATS RAZOR RAMON ALIVE

( Three page article in four images with the first one being the title featuring Razor and Diesel)

(Page 1)

By Bryan Ethier

THERE ARE NIGHTS when he can’t bear to hear the deafening blare of the diesel truck’s horn. There are nights when the ring announcer’s echoing introduction of “Big Daddy Cool” nearly sends him running from the wrestling arena, and away from the sport that once made him an icon.

Today, he is a man on the razor’s edge.

(A year ago, Razor Ramon was Intercontinental champ and the most popular man in the WWF. Now the “Bad Guy” isn’t such a hot commodity. And it burns him to see that Diesel is.)

[BOLD, SMALL TEXT] One reason Ramon seethes as soon as he sees Diesel is Jeff Jarrett. Diesel manhandled “Double-J” in a series of bouts (top left), while Razor, although he pinned Jarrett several times (above), ultimately came up short in their feud.

A year ago, Razor Ramon towered over the rest of the WWF community. He was the street-smart, 6′8“ Intercontinental champ, the “Bad Guy” with the devilish, crooked grin. He walked around with a toothpick jutting [...] [CONTINUED ON PAGE 2] [...] out of one corner of his mouth, the slick hair, and the 48-hour beard. He looked every bit the cool, entertaining Miami socialite.

Then a funny thing happened, only Ramon found nothing humorous in it. On his way to taking over as the best wrestler in the WWF, an ostentatious bleached-blond with dreams of ruling the billboard country singles chart beat him and took away his Intercontinental title. And when Jeff Jarrett beat Razor Ramon for the I-C crown, he stripped the “Bad Guy” of his gold, and in the process, much of his heart, his drive, ... and his power over the souls of his fans.

Although tall enough to pick up Michael Jordon, Razor Ramon today looks small. Perhaps that’s because every time he sees Diesel wearing the WWF World belt, he feels like he stands about 4′10“. These days, the “Bad Guy” is the “Jealous Guy.” He knows that he should be the one serenading fair maidens, as Diesel has done. He recognises that he is as talented as Diesel, as powerful as Diesel, as intimidating as Diesel, and almost as big as Diesel.

But why can’t Ramon come to grips with the fact that Diesel today is the WWF personified?

“It’s more than jealousy,” confided one WWF fan favorite. “Razor once beat Diesel for the I-C title. He is as physically dominating a wrestler as is Diesel. But he lacks these things: He lacks the friends, he lacks Diesel’s confidence and steely glare, and he lacks the mettle to consistently win big matches. It’s killing him, and his wrestling has suffered for it.”

The demographics prove Diesel is today’s true superstar. He is popular with fans of all ages. Ramon’s popularity is somewhat limited to women who love a man [...] [CONTINUED ON PAGE 3]

[BOLD, SMALL TEXT] Tatanka is just one of many, many men Diesel has pinned this year. On the other hand, Razor has had trouble putting together even modest winning streaks after fully expected 1995 to be his year.

[...] who oozes machismo. More important, no wrestler today has an entourage as charismatic and influential as Diesel. Consider that his unofficial list of cornermen includes news I-C champ Shawn Michaels and Bam Bam Bigelow, two of wrestling’s most popular wrestlers. These three effuse so much energy that it’s impossible to dislike them.

Conversely, Razor’s closest ally is Savio Vega, a friend and capable wrestler. But this duo has yet to distinguish itself in the tag team division. And Vega, unlike Michaels, doesn’t have movie-star looks and attitude.

Then there is the Diesel stare, which is as formidable as Waylon’s Mercy’s sleeperhold. Ramon’s peckish grin works well ... If he has a belt around his [...] [CONTINUED IN NEXT ROW]

[BOLD, SMALL TEXT] Ramon probably feels like exploding when he sees pictures like this. We’re not saying WWF head Vince McMahon shows favoritism towards “Big Daddy Cool,” but it’s no secret he thinks he makes a terrific champion.

[BOLD, SMALL TEXT] You can only expect Ramon to let this jealousy eat at him for a little while longer. He’ll have to act on his feelings sooner or later. When he does, expect more Diesel-Ramon wars.

[...] waist. Therein lies Ramon’s problem. He is a champion stripped of his badge of greatness. And Diesel seems reluctant to offer his nemesis a shot at the World belt.

So just how jealous is Ramon, and will it affect his future in the WWF? People are already beginning to talk about the possibility of him turning rule breaker.

It seems hard to believe that a man as upbeat as the “Bad Guy” could turn had just because he is jealous. Furthermore, Ramon has yet to publicly denounce “Big Daddy Cool.”

Maybe he should. Perhaps he should just have a man-to-man chat with Diesel and open up to him. Be a little vulnerable. Cry a bit. Talk about his emotions. Who are we kidding? That will never happen. What could occur is this: Razor Ramon will continue to struggle in the ring, continue to lose tag team matches with Savio Vega, and his popularity will continue to wane. Depression will set in, but just briefly.

Then the true “Bad Guy” part of him will emerge, awaken with a scream like a three-month old with gas. Then Ramon will be back and and making some noise. He will do something about his jealousy and forget about friendships he made with the WWF’s fan favorites. Remember, he did have a brief stint as a rule breaker in the USWA this spring, and he won the heavyweight title in his first match there. Soon he will be ready to face Diesel in the squared circle. By that time, Razor Ramon the rulebreaker might be back for the long haul .

#razor Ramon #Scott hall #diesel #Kevin nash #wwf #world wrestling federation #wrestling magazine #shout out to my good friend xentex (hostilecityshowdown) for transcribing this one #also hi this has been sitting here for a long time and I’ve just forgotten to get to it #I really hope the layout looks ok #long post

[themcuhasruinedme]

Who Said Disneyland Is Only For Kids?

[Summary]: You surprise Bucky with tickets to spend a weekend at your favorite theme park and make his first visit to Disneyland a very special one.

[Paring]: Bucky x reader

[Word Count]: 2,022

Tagging: @dividedwecantfall​ @jayankles​​ @avengerofyourheart​​ @metalarmproblems​ @imagine-assembling-the-avengers​ @that-sokovian-bastard​ @hellomissmabel​ @abovethesmokestacks​ @beccaanne814​ @hymnofthevalkyrie​ @buckys-shield​ @callamint​ @redgillan​ @iwillbeinmynest​ @aubzylynn​ @sgtbxckybxrnes​ @avengersnthings​ @feelmyroarrrr​ @girl-next-door-writes​ @honey-bee-holly​

A/N: I’M BAAACCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!! And I couldn’t be more happy to be back with some extra fluffiness. This came to me when I was listening to a video of the music you hear while walking through the Disneyland main entry before you head into the park. Enjoy some really sweet and pure fluff :)

You always enjoyed going to Disneyland. All of your fondest memories of your childhood were made there. Your family wasn't super rich but would scrape up enough money to allow for a trip once or twice a year and you were always excited when you got to go.

But as you got older, it seemed like it was harder to make Disneyland trips happen. Your mom had passed away and your dad didn't seem to care about going there ever again. You had thought about going by yourself because you had read about people taking solo trips to Disney and thought it would be cool to do that on your own, even though it would feel weird since it was always a family thing. That was until you met a certain someone.

You met Bucky through a mutual friend and the two of you were instantly smitten. It didn't take long before the two of you started going out on dates which turned in to dating quickly after.

The one day while you were listening to your Disney playlist while doing some house work as you usually did, Bucky stopped by and quietly opened the door when he heard you singing, belting out all the words to "It's A Small World (After All)" and then "Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)".

"What are those songs from?" he asked as you were about to start singing "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah".

You turned around and received a kiss on the lips. Pulling away, you looked at him wide-eyed. "You've never heard "It's A Small World" before?"

He shook his head. "No, but I like it. It's quite catchy," he said with a smile.

"It's from the ride at Disneyland," you explained as you stopped your music. "It's one of my favorite rides too. Been quite some time since I've been to Disneyland."

"Never been to Disneyland. What's it like?"

You smiled and brought him over to sit down on the couch. "Only the greatest place ever!" You then pulled up some videos of the attractions and music on YouTube and let him watch and listen. While he was watching a video, you went and dug out the photo album of all the pictures you had taken from your Disney trips.

"See?" you said as you flipped through it, letting Bucky admire every picture. "We always used to go and had the best time. You get to see some of your favorite characters and get autographs and pictures with them, while making wonderful memories of a wonderful vacation."

Bucky smiled at you. "This place sounds amazing. We should go together sometime." And as soon as those words escaped his lips, you already had a plan in your head to make it happen.

After several months of making sure you had the funds to make a Disneyland trip happen, you finally had the tickets, the hotel and weekend booked. Now the next thing was surprising Bucky .

The morning before the trip, you made him Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes, which he thought were just the cutest. You made sure to play Disney music all day and have the two of you watch your favorite Disney movie together before going to bed. He was little curious as to why so much Disney stuff was going on that day but never asked because he knew that Disney was something that put you in a happy place.

Come morning, you couldn't help but have a huge smile on your face the whole time before telling him. Again you made him Mickey shaped pancakes, put Disney music on and this time he needed to ask.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but I gotta ask. Why so much Disney stuff these last two days?"

You sat next to him and hummed. "Oh, just thought I'd prepare you for something special."

He gave you a look like he was thinking hard about what that meant. Then the realization hit him.

"Are we...?" he started to ask.

You nodded your head with a smile. "Yes, we are."

"We're going to Disneyland?!"

You nodded again and hugged him. "Yes! And we're leaving today! We're gonna be leaving in a little bit, so you better hurry up and pack."

Bucky hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss. "This is awesome!" he yelled then practically inhaled his pancakes and went to go pack. "Honey, how long are we staying?" he said from the room.

You came in to start packing as well. "Just the weekend, so we'll be in the park today and tomorrow."

As soon as you both had everything packed and a snack bag put together, Bucky loaded everything in the car and after making sure the house was locked up the two of you hit the road.

You put on your Disney playlist so that you guys could have some good music for the trip. You were surprised that Bucky knew some of the songs and sang along as loud as he could, which when both of you sang loud made both of you start cracking up laughing. It was certainly starting out to be a trip to remember.

A few hours later, you arrived at the hotel and after getting settled in to the room, you changed in to one of the many Disney shirts you packed, put on your Mickey Ears that were based off The Little Mermaid and grabbed your lanyard that had some pins on it that you were going to be trading in the park.

Bucky couldn't help but look out the window and stare at the park, since your hotel was right across the street from it. It was almost like looking at a kid seeing Christmas lights for the first time.

"Alright, are you ready to make some magical memories?" you asked him.

He turned around and looked at you with a big smile. "Sure am! Let's go!" he said and grabbed your hand to head out the door.

You didn't think that an adult could be this excited about visiting Disneyland for the first time but you were totally wrong. Whoever said Disneyland was only for kids was completely wrong because seeing Bucky's eyes light up as you walked in to "The Happiest Place On Earth" was living proof.

"What should we do first?" he asked. "Seeing as how I would have no clue where to start and I'm with a Disney expert after all."

You laughed and said, "Well, I wouldn't call myself an expert but I do know the first thing we should is get you an autograph book."

You took his hand and wandered in to the shop called Emporium on Main Street. There you bought Bucky a pen and autograph book, along with a few pins you knew you had to add to your collection.

"Pin collecting and trading is something people do in the park," you explained to him. "I've been doing it for some time and have a nice collection of them. I'll show you it when we get back to the room. But now that we got this out of the way, our next thing to do is get a cute picture of us in front of the Castle."

The two of you walked down Main Street, saw one of the cast members standing there by the Castle and asked if they could get a picture of the two of you. The cast member certainly had no problem doing it, as that's what they were there for. You also took a couple pictures of the Castle as well and a small video of you and Bucky walking through it, going in to Fantasyland.

Bucky looked around in amazement. “This is better than I expected.”

“I thought you’d say that,” you told him as you took his hand and led him towards the Dumbo ride. “Let’s ride Dumbo and go from there. I usually just wing it and do whatever.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky said and gave you a smile.

After riding Dumbo, the two of you walked though the rest of Fantasyland, riding It’s A Small World, The Mad Tea Party (or “Those out of control cups” as Bucky would call them), Alice In Wonderland, Peter Pan’s Flight, the Matterhorn Bobsleds and the King Arthur Carousel. Bucky also managed to snag a few autographs from Alice, The Mad Hatter, Ariel and Princess Aurora.

The next area was Adventureland and riding the Indiana Jones Adventure and going to watch the Walt Disney’s Enchanted Tiki Room show, which Bucky was fascinated by the animatronic birds. Riding Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and the Mark Twain Riverboats was next going over in to Frontierland.

After that it was going through New Orleans Square and riding Pirates of the Caribbean and The Haunted Mansion then having his very first churro. You both then made your way in to Critter Country and rode The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, getting autographs from Pooh Bear, Rabbit and Tigger then getting soaked on Splash Mountain.

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and change in to something dry?” he asked. “Plus, I’m starting to get a bit hungry. Those two churros were good but I knew they weren't gonna hold me for long.”

“Good idea, honey. We can come back and I’ll take you o one of my favorite places to eat.”

Getting back to the hotel, you both changed in to some dry clothes and headed back to the park while Bucky then got to see Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Goofy and Donald Duck on Main Street. You headed in to Tomorrowland and over to a place called Pizza Planet. “They have the best pizza and pasta here. Trust me, it’ll keep you full,” you told him as you got in line to get the food.

After eating and doing a bit of people watching to let the food settle in your stomach, you rode on Autopia, Space Mountain (which Bucky just loved), Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters and the Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage.

As the day was winding down and turning in to nighttime, it was time to find a good spot for the firework show on Main Street. As you stood in the spot you found and waited, Bucky slipped in to a couple of the shops on Main Street as well, buying himself a Disneyland shirt and a couple of pins to start his own pin collection after seeing you having fun getting to trade your pins with the cast members.

The fireworks show was amazing, to say the least. Bucky thought it was the perfect way to end his first day at Disneyland. Before you went back to your hotel, you and Bucky stopped over at the World of Disney store in the Downtown Disney District. 

“Holy smokes, this place is huge!” Bucky said.

“Yeah. In my opinion, it’s actually better than the Emporium shop on Main.”

You and Bucky had found some more pins, you got a really awesome Haunted Mansion tank top, Bucky got some Mickey Ears that were based off the Dumbo ride and each of you got a stuffed animal; you getting Stitch and Bucky getting Tigger. 

”What? I like Tigger! He’s awesome and has become my favorite character,” he told you in retaliation of the little smirk you had on your face.

As the two of you left the store, Bucky saw one more thing he had to get before the night was over; a Mickey Mouse shaped balloon. After tying it to his wrist so he wouldn't lose it, he took out his Dumbo Mickey Ears and Tigger stuffed animal. “Now I’m ready to go back to the hotel,” he said with a smile.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight before you. “Not until I get a picture of this!” And after snapping a few pics of this child looking grown up before you, you also put back on your Haunted Mansion Mickey Ears, took out your Stitch stuffed animal and walked hand in hand with Bucky back to the hotel.

You knew tomorrow was gonna be another great day to make more memories.

#marvel imagine #avengers imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine

[beefrobeefcal]

I am several days late, but here I am!

Thank you @romanarose, @noxturnalpascal & @inept-the-magnificent for the tags. Yes, I am combining multiple tags for various WIP games into one. 😁

I'll be following @inept-the-magnificent's framework for this one, babies!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Step One: Post snippets of the fics you're currently working on (it can be a summary if there's no snippet).

1. By the time you’d finished your bottle of wine, Katie decided you’d both had enough, and it was time to head out back and see the guys. As soon as you stepped out onto the back porch, Benny wrapped you up in a big hug. You hugged him back tightly, and then you saw him. Over your shoulder, you saw Frankie standing to side, beer in hand, and what a sight he was.  The Standard Oil cap on his head and his curls lightly poking out - same as before. But his salt and pepper jaw line was much softer. His body, framed by his broad shoulders and thick arms, was much bigger. His middle, where you last felt a washboard stomach, now boasted a belly, big enough to cause his belt and waistband to bow under it. His t-shirt pulled tight across his tummy, letting you see the indent of his belly button and the curves of his love handles.   “Hey Checkers.”, he said softly, nervously fidgeting his fingers, as if he was internally debating on offering you a hug or not.  

2. “Eatin’ like it's your last day on earth, Miller...”, you teased with a wry smile as you walked past him in the dining hall.   “Shut it...”, he grumbled, a bit of pink flushing his cheeks. He took another bite of gravy-flooded mashed potatoes.  “What’s helping is this? Third? Fourth?”  Joel looked at you, exasperated. “The fuck? Can't a man enjoy his girl’s cookin’ without the third degree?”  You smiled at him, loving how much of a rise you were getting. It had been a few months since you and Joel had your first encounter, and while nothing was made official, more often than not, you’d find yourself entwined with Joel in your bed at night. His heavy, full stomach pressed against your back as you both slept peacefully. While you enjoyed your time together, you were beginning to feel it was lacking, hence your teasing.  The cold glare he gave immediately dampened the playful banter between you. You felt a twist in your mood and sour heat in your stomach. 

3. “If it were anyone else…”, Tom warned.   “Yeah, we know. But it’s not. It’s Fish. He’s one of us.”  Pope sat back and watched Will do something none of them thought they’d have to do – convince Tom to give a shit.  “He’s a fuckin’ coke head! Snortin’ our own shit and lyin’ about it!”, Tom boomed, standing over Will. “You ran the fuckin’ numbers, you see how much money we lost up his fuckin’ nose! And now you wanna spend more money tryin’ to get that fucker clean again?”  Will didn’t bend. He didn’t shrink and he didn’t back down. “It’s Frankie. Catfish. Our Catfish. And he needs help.”  Tom huffed harshly enough in Will’s face that his hair moved, then turned his ire to Pope.   “You think Fish’s worth it? Already cost us a shit load of money and Will wants to blow more on that shithead.”  Pope slipped into his smooth and nonchalant voice and crossed his arms. He’d hoped this would give Tom the impression that he was just as unnerved and steadfast as Will.  “You know he’d do the same thing for any of us.”  “Fuckin’ altruistic bullshit!”, Tom barked, slamming his fist on the table.  

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[sana-yan]

fantasy booking/meta post-nj cup 2023;

!! spoilers under cut ↴

on SANADA;

following his big njcup win, i would love to see sanada get strapped with the belt. it's a similar beat to okada, 2016 naito (sanada's debut!!), EVIL (*sighs in missed opportunities*), and ospreay. if njpw is going all-in on SANADA, and they should considering he's taken up the niche that was once kota's, they need to give him legitimacy.

i think we can foresee a reign with a lot of changeover, but i'd like for SANADA to have at least a handful of solid defences against challengers -- he has a great set of rivals now that he's in the same "league" as them: okada, ZSJ (!!!!!!!!!), naito, EVIL (*sighs in future missed opportunities*), pwnoah's soya, shingo, and ospreay (!!)

with taichi by his side, they might even tease a short tag team run too. dangerous skulls, let's goo

all in all, a great showing from sana-yan and he has a lot to show.

on OKADA & chaos;

okada's due for a changeup and i think that his recent aggression with his own stablemates and looking to milf ace tanahashi could be interesting to play into, especially since chaos hasn't been a unit lately. robbie's quiet defection into tmdk has had no effect on his stablemates, which is always kind of disappointing but at this point; what is chaos? chaos during the nakamura leadership felt more cohesive, just a couple of lads doing their thing, but since okada has moved onto greener pastures, the group as a whole feels aimless in the story they're telling together.

people might dislike bullet club drama but at least the players are trying to make a script that involves everyone. :/ chaos as of late only get together to film a ytr dvd

which is why okada's tag match against bishamon was super cool! he went all heelish on them to the point where it's like -- kazu, those are your stablemates, mate, you have to see them later after the match -- if they pull the trigger on okada breaking up chaos (instead of another chaos defection) or his stablemates worrying about his recent attitude change and challenging him, that would be a fresh take on a severely underdeveloped stable as of late

on STRONG STYLE (ren, szk, despy);

what did they do to my beautiful boy desperado.......... i hate cheap mask removal spots, especially with despy. it just pains me this is where he is at when he's elevated the jr.'s scene while hiromu was injured for so long. now that he's down in the muck with h.o.t. on the undercard, that signals his contract might be a freelancer's (see also suzuki).

i am torn because despy is a very versatile wrestler and he will be a crowd fave for this year's wrestle peter pan, but i hate that his home promotion in njpw didn't give him the big win over hiromu. (bosj 27 kicked ass btw so if you haven't seen it, i strongly recommend thistle's watch guide here.) maybe he's taking matters into his own hands and raising his value in other promotions, but it saddens me that they'd resort to unmasking him like that when bosj 27's unmasking scene was story-laden and signified a big moment.

SHO is a funny lad and all but this felt such a disservice to have h.o.t. beat down ren and despy. what happened to their tag partners, taguchi and yano? where did they escape to? this is the issue i have with njpw face factions such as hontai. if they're faces, shouldn't they try to help ren and despy?

ren has the opposite throughline to shota and i'm sensing some darker edge to him which has got me fantasy booking like crazy. if the honorable fighter style of his mentor, shibata, didn't work, why not fall into the darker desires to finally defeat h.o.t.?

with suzuki-san and despy supposedly out of new japan's main scene for the time being, it sure would be interesting if ren went to the other fighter with ties to shibata who isn't afraid to get sadistic to win... aka give me the shibata-kenta lovechild ren narita. son of strong style gone dark with KENTA as his new influence. KENTA's been talking on about how ren is shibata's clone, so it wouldn't be a stretch to give ren backup just to spite shibata and also because elp hates h.o.t.

ren, elp, and KENTA vs h.o.t. doesn't sound too bad, depending on how bullet club is going to fracture following debbie-chan's loss this tournament. the never trios have gone down in quality, so adding KENTA's star power and elp's surge of popularity could elevate the trios scene, as well as give ren some more charisma with the crowd that shota is surfing on.

i think suzuki is going over KENTA in their upcoming match. suzuki wants to work more in the US and him holding the strong belt is good branding for the njpw strong show.

on TAICHI & J5G;

taichi, my beloved

that is all

nah, nah, i'll do a more focused meta on the breakdown of taichi's character someday but i'll say that this era of "kingmaker taichi" is a logical progression of his character. while j5g has no leader (based communist stable lmao), it's clear that the "emotional leader" is taichi.

i expect to see more of douki and kanemaru in bosj, and of course, for SANADA to be heavily protected (as he should! that's their ace!) in upcoming matches. while i will weep with a heavy heart at our holy emperor might be staring up at the house lights like TAKA, he has a "kenta kobashi"-lite underdog grit that i think that his losses only further develop his character and won't cool him off that easy. his backstage promos are witty, and the moments where he heavily blames himself for not being up to the standard of his partnering ace (milano, ZSJ, and hopefully sana-yan) signify the character's hardships. he also gets the crowd going hot when he's doing his mid-to-late match fire ups. idk if the man behind taichi just binge-watched a lot of classic ajpw and king's road but i am all for it. he's got kingston-like vibes but instead of addressing his enemies, he's addressing his friends.

i don't expect j5g to suddenly dominate the scene, but i hope we get a kobashi type payoff for taichi and douki like we just had with sana-yan.

on TMDK;

this pains me to say but imo tmdk are the least interesting active stable as a whole. individually, zsj + fujita is great, but the way that tmdk formed its group feels rushed and out of the blue to the majority of the crowd who didn't know the wrestlers had connections from way back. i know those two other dudes are zack's best pub lads but comparing them to the the presentation of early united empire, they don't stand out for me much. robbie relocating to tmdk might be a good move since chaos is... chaos... however, just like zack's induction in the group, i wish their major beats wasn't skipped or spedrun.

i guess they'll say that zack's lads talked with robbie at tamashii in australia? the others should try to find something to grip onto outside of relying on zsj's popularity and his current storyline with fujita vs the spurned young lions. i hope they can turn it around. i don't really enjoy eagles as a performer and i'm holding on for the payoff to the zsj story, but without an interesting storyline, this is low on my priorities. perhaps a full faction vs faction feud can spice up tmdk outside of shota vs zack for the tv belt.

on UE;

aussie open are perfect lads!! njcup was their place to shine, and they did rightfully so. i adore big men such as dunky, the stan hansen comparisons are appropriate, and kyle's little brother vibes mesh well with the cockiness of the UE. hoping they get a good rivalry with bishamon. while i'm not high on catch 22, i love cobb, o-khan, and henare's trios bond. tbh i am not as invested in ospreay's journey vs kenny, but i am excited for potential matchups with sanada, taichi, and okada.

on BOSJ :(;

as pointed out earlier, despy is out. :(

if hiromu's goal, and njpw's goal, is to elevate the jr.'s scene as much as liger did back in the day, they can't have hiromu dominating this field so much. liger's time felt amazing because they built up great rivals for him (naoki sano, wild pegasus).

the parallels with okada are fine and all but because njpw devalued so many of hiromu's rivals, i'm not as invested in the scene anymore, which is wild since the jr.'s scene is what made me subscribe in the first place.

the most i can hope for is douki to advance far and for new fresh blood to join this year's tourney.

on BULLET CLUB;

i am so glad debbie-chan lost because this added pressure to the angle is what they needed to differentiate it from previous power struggle storylines. before, it was leader vs leader or mini factions within bullet club duking it out with each other, but now this feels more like an ideology of who and what bullet club should be and aspire to do.

as unhelpful as chase is with his "both sides have a point" schtick, elp's focus on bullet club and finlay's focus on bullet club will determine the post-jay white era. i have mentioned it in previous posts but wishing for jay white to return won't help to revitalize the club as a whole. bullet club merch moved because the leader was getting belts and wins, and jay advocated for himself a lot. cheating as well, same with breaking the pace, and cooling off the crowd. all of these are great and they work for jay.

but people seem to have recency bias. jay wasn't universally respected or beloved when he positioned himself as the new leader. a lot of people hated him because he wasn't kenny omega, the best bout machine workhorse. we're seeing it again with finlay.

i think gedo knows that recreating jay will never get finlay over. he's harkening back to the workhorse heel like late aj styles and heavyweight kenny omega. i think that's the best foot forward in a post-jay vacuum.

i flung this idea around before but i would not be opposed to finlay cleaning house and replacing who he thinks are "soft" with the bc rogue army at tamashii. they are fierce and vicious. not only are they based in australia, making it easier to bring them, maybe ace austin and chris bey will be in this upcoming bosj, making it a numbers game between those who side with elp and those who side with finlay.

on ELP;

i love this cheeky little jevil (jester/devil) and unlike the popular takes, i don't want him to go pure babyface. i know he can, but he shines the most as a smarmy tweener-heel who loves derailing the match. only he can pull off his petty tactics without getting "go home" chants from the crowd.

if not in bc proper, it wouldn't hurt to put him in more tweener or other heel factions. i know for sure i do not want him in lij, his beef with shingo works best as it is, and chaos is dead in the water. with how njpw strong is being remade, and my unbidden bias for the filthmeister, i'm going to throw a curveball and fantasize about a team filthy!elp. team filthy is small enough for elp to have a bigger spotlight and also raise the brand of strong to the audience. also i really like tom lawlor and want to see him and royce more in japan lmao

on SAKURA GENESIS 2023;

bishamon vs ao: gonna be a banger

hiromu vs eagles: ngl, if they don't amp up the story, it'll be a forgettable fued. while it'll be no doubt, flashy af, if it doesn't rejuvenate a "lolhiromuwins" scene, the jr.'s are kind of bland. i actually thought lio rush was a perfect foil to hiromu as a rival b (with despy being rival a), and he'd be sorely missed. a draw between the two would have been very rare but also very awesome. others have brought up KUSHIDA to challenge hiromu because i think it'll be a hiromu win at skr gen 2023, but i think if they want to move the jr.'s forward, they're going to have to bring in new beats to old rivalries, or new rivals altogether. i don't think eagles has it in yet, but i am always looking forward to be proven wrong, so i hope the build to this is good for both wrestlers.

okada vs sanada; ngl their feuds have not been up to par with sana-yan's previous persona, but if njpw keeps these matches shorter, this okada vs sanada could really be truly worthy of moty. i personally would love to see sanada winning, with more borrowed new moves added to his set, but i won't be surprised if okada goes over. i'll keep a close eye on both competitors because now this match up finally has a dramatic gravitas.

#njpw spoilers #*meta #njpw txt #txt #( disclaimer: these are my interpretations and opinions ) #( i just want to see the wrestling scene in njpw thrive ) #*booking

[mayhemandtrouble]

Not Giving Up: Chapter 10

Full Chapter and Story on Ao3 with detailed tags “Rey, have you been to the med bay recently?” Ben asked gently, crouched behind Rey as she braced herself over a barrack’s toilet. Or his private one, depending on whose perspective you were looking at it from. It all meshed together bizarrely anyway.

“I went after I got burned because you were all riding my butt.” She answered once the woman could catch her breath. Whimpering and propping her head up with her hands, unable to care about the various unpleasantries lurking on the shared seat at the micro level. Rey was currently on the floor and had been vomiting off and on for five minutes, while Ben gently stroked her back and held her hair back. Her shattered dignity was more pressing than any germs.

“It was appreciated. That was months ago.” Ben quickly hit the button for the waste to move through the system, the first and likely only time he was grateful to not be there in person. This was the second time in the last few days she’d frantically stumbled to the vacc tube that he knew of. Knowing her it was entirely possible that there were more occasions and she wasn’t sharing them.

“And?”

“And you’ve been nauseous for days. Does Leia know about this?” He doubted it. Rey hadn’t explicitly said that his Mother was her Master but he’d observed enough over the past few months to put the pieces together. And his mother was less patient than he was when it came to things like this.

“She’s busy.” Rey groaned, spitting the taste out of her mouth and finally pushing herself up. “I’ve got a bug, that’s all. I’m used-”

“To surviving with less, you’ve said.” He sighed, bracing her arm to ease her standing. One arm around her waist as she made her way to the sink. She’d just finished breakfast and had been about to start training but she hadn’t been feeling well from the start. He could tell by her appearance. She hadn’t bothered to cross her wraps into place, instead pulling on snug cream pants, matching shirt and a muted blue vest with a hood tugged over her head. Her belt was nestled correctly at her hips but her hair was pulled back into an uncharacteristically sloppy ponytail, clearly an afterthought on her way out. Not that he was much more put together - he’d been in the midst of dressing when they began talking, and he’d abandoned his efforts once she began being sick. Ben was half in his armor and his cape only partly fastened - dragging most ridiculously. “You hardly need to any longer.”

“Ben, I’m not in the mood to argue with you.” She braced herself on the counter. A long row of metal sinks that had probably been stainless at one time. Whatever had gotten into the metal left it discolored and a little warped in places. A wide strip of reflective material along the wall served as a mirror that was more for checking armor fittings than primping. Polished to a high reflection in the middle but with a thin strip of grime and gross around the edges and corners. She looked greener than a damn Rodian.

“Excellent. Go to the med bay.” Ben’s eyes watched her in the mirror, taking stock of her condition. He couldn’t gauge her temperature well through the connections but she didn’t seem to be running or a fever, nor did she complain of pains. Only severe but intermittent nausea. She assured him she hadn’t eaten anything strange and, even if she had, it should have run its course by now or at least be showing signs of abating. Or getting much worse. The most obvious was impossible - surely.

“You’re overreacting.” Grumbling as she turned on the cold water full force and splashed her face. His concern was touching but unreasonable. Rey had made it through all number of conditions through her childhood and the rest of her life on her own, with little access to medical help. Trading rations or parts occasionally for a medi-patch but admitting illness on planets like Jakku simply wasn’t done - there was little help for anyone to give and there was always a risk of being preyed on. Between him, Finn and Chewie, Rey felt like a smothered baby bird. Rinsing her mouth out and spitting foul water into the sink several times.

“Rub my face in it afterwards.”

“Ben-”

“Rey. Go. Please.” He stepped up behind her. Resting his left hand at her hip. Right arm wrapping around her middle, lips brushing her neck. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you before I can even get to you.”

“Fine!” Rey groaned, her head leaning back against his shoulder. He knew she couldn’t resist him when he was actually sweet and Ben was being decidedly unfair. Muttering crossly. “You really are a Monster.”

“Being the object of my affections is a dangerous fate.” Ben teased, his features ruffling her hair. Content that she would seek a doctor and that Rey was likely right. And a simple visit to a medical droid would confirm that, at the very least, his most dire concern was utterly impossible.

Illness is a fact of life even in war. One fought through it as best they could but Leia was hardly concerned when she’d learned that Rey had gone to visit the med bay. If anything, she was pleased - the apprentice visited less frequently than Leia would prefer but still enough for sanity so she kept her council on the matter.

More notable was that Rey did not report back that day, instead spending the rest of the day alone in the forest in meditation. Not odd enough to warrant a change in the General’s plans to her busy day but enough that the older woman noticed. Though she was the only one who did.

It was, after all, rather common for Rey to take her meals alone when Poe and Finn were not at base. Sitting apart from the others in the hanger, tucked away where she poured over the ancient texts. Alone, lying beneath the patchy shade of tree tops, Rey stared mindlessly into the sea of green leaves and sunshine above her. 

Congratulations. The synthesized voice had chirped with unexpected pleasure. You are expecting.

Expecting what, exactly? There had been an incredulous laugh to her voice. Not understanding. It hadn’t occurred to her then. Why would it? Rey would never forget that moment in time, as though she were an outsider to her own life. Her hair pulled back into a rough ponytail, low and just above her neck. Sucking on a hard medi drop the droid had handed her to ease her nausea. She’d tucked it between her cheek and teeth to converse better, not exactly thrilled with the taste anyway. It had an artificial berry flavor that did very little to mask the bitter heat of the medicine. 

Twins. If it was possible for a droid to cock its head, Rey would have sworn it did. Her hands covering her face as her world reeled around her. The droid had begun talking again. First giving her estimated conception date, five weeks earlier. Her expected delivery date. Going into prenatal care. Checkups. Did she want diet information?

How is this possible! Her head had lowered, fingers curled into her brown hair tightly. Pregnant. Twins. How. The droid began to explain the basics of human reproduction and Rey groaned.

I have to go. Don’t tell anyone.

Of course. Your health information is off limits to anyone but those with the highest levels of clearance and even they have to-

Not a word. No matter who asks! Why would anyone ask. She didn’t know. Putting her hands between her thighs and pushing up off the exam chair. The room was sterile and uncomforting. One of the few areas on the base that was. Her face was getting hot. Privacy was hard to come by here. She was lucky there weren’t other patients about. But who might be in earshot? She wanted to lay waste to everything around her, the Darkness calling as an easy solution. I have to go!

Her steps had been rapid, leaving the droid still talking about her next exam and the importance of regular check-ins. So much information and Rey was still barely processing the first bit. How was it even possible? She hadn’t physically been in the same room with Ben in so long. Was it six months or closer to a year? What was the date? None of it was the real problem.

“Ben… I need you.”

Rey whispered, rolling onto her side and curling up. Legs tucked and hugging them to her chest, head buried into her knees as tears began to slip from her eyes. What was he even going to say?

Flying was soothing. Perhaps it was his grandfather in him. Perhaps his father. But being at the helm of a small ship eased him, taking charge of every last thing. No delegations, no chain of command. It was easy. And he was even feeling triumphant in the success of his private mission. Ben wasn’t at the end but he’d begun a process by which he hoped to give Rey the greatest gift he could. Watching the atmosphere fade to starlight, pinpoints of light that were refracted at the top and bottom of his view screen. It was another form of mediation really, where he could feel the Force moving through him.

Ben.

His name cut through all thoughts, Ben’s hand jerking on the throttle for a moment. Small ship veering haphazardly and he had to take a deep breath to regain control. He knew that voice anywhere. Rey was calling for him, her emotions reaching out for her mate. Something was wrong. By now she would have seen the med droid. Was it… His family did have a history of unusual circumstances.

I need you.

Ben exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Running both of his hands slowly through his dark hair, over the crown of his head. Curls twisting within his fingers. White knuckling to keep himself from piloting his ship towards the nearest Resistance ship and turning himself over, simply to have the chance of finding her. It wouldn’t work well anyway. He’d likely end up having to destroy the ship.

He tented his fingers before his face, lips brushing his gloved hands for a moment. Mind turning over the different possibilities as his ship floated listless through starlight. Right hand darted out, fingers hovering over a series of buttons. His digits almost twitching. Then pulling back. He would wait. Wait until the Force connected them again or at least a while longer. Some things, once put into play, could not be stopped.

With a heavy sigh, he began again towards the large bay of his transport ship where his quarters were located, for now. Going through the motions of being Supreme Leader. The dark pleasure in being the master of all had long started to diminish. Now it had become actively irksome.

That night, he reached out with the Force. Sitting cross-legged on his bed and trying to find the strings of her consciousness, to trace their path through the future. Each hand resting atop a knee, attempting the ease of body that Luke and Mother had encouraged. Mother was so much better at deciphering the future than any of them. 

There were screams. An infant’s face. Han’s touch on Ben’s shoulder, comforting after some childhood fear. Ben jerked out of meditation at that, the reminder of his Father produced complicated emotions. The bond they’d once had, when he was a child. Before Han failed. Shifting position, he placed his feet flat on the bed, clad in the soft, silky pajamas Rey liked on him. Letting his arms rest on his knees and his forehead against his arms.

“She’s pregnant.” Ben spoke the words quietly. Trying to predict how she would handle the news. Rey was stronger than anyone he’d ever known but she had told him how alone she felt, in growing isolation from the others once her training began. She deserved to not be alone now.

“Figure that out all by yourself did you?” The words were louder than his own, spoken at a conversational level and with dark amusement. In reply, Ben leapt to his feet, standing on the bed and pulling saber into hand. Red blade hissing to life, which only made the intruder laugh. A few feet away, leaning against the wall with arms crossed was a tall, thin man. Perhaps an inch or two shorter than Ben. Perhaps. His entire being was blue, with Jedi vestments that had been black in life, now simply a dark blue compared to the cerulean of his face. The same sharp chin, the same cheekbones, which had been passed down to Luke. Same eyes that Ben had seen in his mother’s face so often.

“You are Darth-”

“I’m your grandfather.” Anakin shifted from leaning against the wall to approach the bed. “Turn off that saber, if you fall off the bed and get hurt your mother will kill me.”

“I’ve been trying to reach you for years.” Hitting the button to disengage, Ben let the weapon’s hilt fall lightly onto the bed. Stepping down to sit at the edge. Watching the Ghost of his grandfather was nearly enough to make him forget the real matter at hand.

“You’ve been praying at a dead shrine.” There was contempt in the Jedi’s voice, gesturing towards the crushed and burned helmet of Vader that Ben kept on display. “That man died when I saved your Uncle and the galaxy is better for it.”

“I want to complete your work!” He protested, one arm gesturing to the array of Sith relics and prizes of his conquests.

“What needs to be completed is our family!” Stepping forward, not bothering to give Ben’s treasures a second glance. The blue hands resting lightly on Ben’s shoulders, his tones kindly but firm. “You. Your mother. My great-grandchildren. Don’t make the mistakes I did, Ben.”

Ben wanted to ask so many things. What had it been like, feeling the call of the Darkness. He’d expected Anakin to look different. As a child, he’d pictured the man with a kind, wrinkled face. As an adult, knowing far more, he’d expected hard lines, broad shoulders and lips set tight with fury. What stood before him was a slender man who wore a face similar to his own. Young, perhaps this was his appearance at Ben’s own age. With mischief in his eyes and a reassuring smile.

“I…” But before he could speak, Ben’s grandfather was gone. Leaving him with more questions than answers. How could he sway Rey to his cause. What was his grandmother, Padme Amidala like. Could one truly be redeemed, was it even possible. Were his grandparents proud of him?

Ben fell backwards onto the bed. With his hands interlaced behind his head and so many perhaps and what ifs swirling through his mind. He kept expecting to hear Rey’s breathing beside him. But the sound never came. Though he eventually laid down fully, he never slept so poorly in his memory, his mind turning over every aspect - both the encounter and how he could protect Rey, her and the unborn child.

It was early morning when they were connected at last, before the rise of the sun. Ben woke easily, to the sound of quiet tears and a sensation of damp cold along his exposed chest and arms. Rolling fast onto his side and towards her, her body curled up and smaller than he’d ever seen her. His own large frame drawing around her, his features tucking just behind her ear and his left arm wrapping around her to draw her up tight against his chest. 

“Ben?” Rey’s head lifted, turning towards him and he could see the red in her eyes. Feel the fear and uncertainty pouring out of her. Kissing her forehead lightly and he slid his right arm underneath her head so that his bicep was her pillow.

“I’m here. I know.”

“Know what?” Her left hand rose, brushing tears from her eyes. How was she going to tell him about this. How was he going to react - it was impossible to tell if he would be angry or pleased or perhaps depressingly indifferent.

“This.” His hand pressed oh-so-lightly against her belly, thumb caressing through her clothing.

“How?” Rey’s voice was quiet, slowly shifting onto her back so that she could see Ben’s eyes. The comforting, heavy warmth of his hand stayed just above her womb.

“The Force.” A little shrug of his shoulders and she couldn’t help a dark chuckle. Of course it was the Force. Why wouldn’t it be? The Force had gotten them into this mess. “Rey… I’ve been researching our connections.”

“What does that have to do with our situation Ben?” Her eyes shut in frustration. If this was another attempt to pull her into Darkness… She just couldn’t right now. It was too much.

“Hear me out,” he sighed. Her frustration with him was entirely earned. “What we have is rare, almost undocumented.” 

“Did you find something?” She hated to admit it, but her curiosity was a little piqued. The response warmed him internally.

“We are a dyad, a thing of prophecy but never seen. Two who are one in the Force. ” Ben paused, trying to find the right words. It was not exactly his strong suit. The fingers of his left hand brushed slowly over her clothing, and his brown eyes followed the path they traced. Noting that she was still in the same shirt and vest and pants from yesterday, with boots and damp socks from sleeping outside. Finally lifting his gaze to her own. “We are meant to be together. That I will be with you, always.”

Rey’s features tilted down to watch his hand, gently caressing her stomach while she pondered his information. Did she trust him regarding this, should she scrutinize his source? A connection of prophecy? It seemed too easy an answer, but a much more comforting one than thinking these connections were engineered by some unknown entity. At the end of it all, there was only one question that she really craved an answer for.

“Always, Ben?” Rey’s features turned up to meet his brown eyes. 

“Always, Rey.” He smiled with pleasure that shone in his eyes, fingers lacing with hers over their growing child. Ben leaned in slightly and Rey lifted her head to meet his, sharing a long kiss. Lips locked, and his frame leaning over her own. When one kiss ended, he gave another. Giving her sweetness till he could feel her body fully relaxed beside him. Only then drawing back enough to look at their joined hands.

“Now… Tell me everything the droid said.” Ben squeezed her hand gently, then let go. Reaching down to grasp the blanket that was tangled around his knees. They lay on the ground of her world and he pulled up the bed clothes of his, keeping her warm. Rey laughed a little, for the first time able to feel some of the enjoyment of impending parenthood.

“I’m five weeks in. We’re having twins! They’ll be here in a little under eight months… Can you believe it?” Under her tear stained cheeks, her smile was growing. She could feel his own fear, beneath the exterior he presented for her. It was comforting all the way around. She was not the only one frightened and she was not alone.

“Twins?” He laughed incredulously and his heart pounded against his chest. Picturing her, with an infant in each arm. “Mother will be pleased. Have you thought of names yet?”

“No… have you?” Snuggling close to him under the blankets. Did that mean he would want to tell Leia? They’d have to tell her something sooner or later. Rey would start to show eventually.

“Not especially. My thoughts are on your welfare - there is a history of complicated births in my line that I would not like you to repeat.” Slowly, Ben settled onto his back. Drawing her close against him and making sure that the blanket was wrapped tightly around her shoulders. “Why are we outside? Do not say you slept out here.”

He sighed in exasperation when her head lifted enough to shoot him a look. Ask a stupid question.

“I needed to be alone.”

“No more of that. At least not without proper supplies. You are carrying our children, I get a say.” Dismissing the objections he knew that she would make before she even said them. His lover rolled her eyes but withheld further protests.

“Ben, I’m going to have to tell the others I’m pregnant sooner or later. They will want to know who the father is.”

“Mm.” He murmured in agreement. Both of their minds had been mulling over that one. His more cynically. They would eventually know the children were his, if only because his pride in his offspring would demand it. For now, however, discretion was the better part of valor. “Tell them now, if you wish. Or tell them you don’t know who the father is.”

“You don’t mean that!” She protested, lifting her head slightly. The idea of not knowing was abhorrent on a variety of levels. So many that Rey barely knew where to begin.

“It is the easiest solution I can see - if you give any hint that you know who the sire is, they are going to press you for details.”

“And if I tell them it was a one night stand on some planet, they are going to do the math and realize I haven’t had a chance for that. Not to mention, I don’t want to say that!” Rey grumbled darkly. Ben sighed, letting his forehead touch hers. He thought it was the best option but he had to concede that she did have a point. 

“Then tell them that you are embarrassed to talk about the father but that it does not matter. There is no undoing the past.” She likely was embarrassed to be carrying his progeny anyway  - indulging in his self hatred, fingers sliding over her stomach. What would they think of him?

“That isn’t better Ben!” Her hands cupped his face. “You are not the monster you think you are.”

“Perhaps not… but let them believe whatever they want to believe. My interest is your safety.” His hand ran slowly through her brown hair, smiling slowly as the rosy rays of light began to shine. “I would rather the entire galaxy think the worst of me than let you or our children come to harm.”

“I’ll consider it.” It was the best he would get from her. For now, she would keep their news a secret until she could frame a better way to tell their truth or make peace with one of the disagreeable lies. Firmly changing the subject. “Ben, I can not do this without you.”

“You can.” His voice was confident but lacking malice. Instead, tenderness in his eyes as their gazes met. “But you won’t. We will find a way to each other before you give birth. I promise.”

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unconventional | 6 | midoriya x reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~20,000 words | 6 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

Before you knew what you were doing, you were racing for the entrance to the convention hall. You rocketed out of the building as if you had a quirk of your own, sprinting for the train. You threw yourself through the doors just before they closed, gasping for breath as the train pulled out of the station.

There was limited time left until Izuku’s meet and greet was over, but if you rushed, you could maybe just make it.

You were the first one out when the train pulled into your stop, shooting up the stairs and straight for the support lab. Once inside, you ran over to your station, indiscriminately sweeping things up and shoving them into your bag. You crammed in all manner of gadgets and support items until the seams of your bag were screaming in protest, then grabbed up as many of your costume diagrams as you could, rolling them up and shoving them into their tubes.

And then you were off again, racing back towards the train.

You slowed to a walk just outside of the convention center, trying to look casual as you flashed your staff pass at the entrance, and not like you were carrying your own body weight in prototype law enforcement apparatus, including several items that would most probably be classed as weapons.

By the time you made it inside, your shoulder had been nearly sawed off by the strap of your bag, which was digging right into your tendons with the weight and density of a dying star. It would be worth it though, once you could show Izuku.

As you made it to the meet and greet room, however, the door was closed, a guy in a staff lanyard blocking off the entrance. A large crowd loitered in front of the door, clearly having missed the cutoff, lingering about hopefully, just in case the time slot was miraculously extended. There must have been hundreds of people clustered outside that door, some of whom were leaning against the wall, looking sleepy, in a way that implied they’d been gathered out here since morning.

Your heart sank. There was no way you were going to make it. The door was already closed, and even if they did end up admitting a few more people, there was no way you were going to make it inside, having just come a few minutes before the end of the time slot.

You clicked your tongue, wondering if you should just text Izuku to let him know you’d missed it but that you were willing to meet some other time. But the way he’d looked at you—expectantly, excitedly, now that you knew what you were looking for—when he’d asked you to come, and the way he’d wilted when you’d declined, it dug into your heart.

The way that sunshine smile had dimmed right in front of you.

Not for long. Not on your watch.

You turned, eyeing the wall thoughtfully. Izuku and his manager had gone in through the staff halls, probably to avoid the crush of the very crowd you were standing in right now. And though you were technically now off-shift, you were still in possession of your staff ID.

You didn’t need more than ten seconds to decide.

You ducked back out the hall, heading for the side door set into the wall outside the bathrooms. You made it inside with no problem, and loped down the corridor, trying to figure out which of the doors lead to which room. You followed the curve of the hall until the telltale murmur of voices through one door gave your target away.

You cracked the door open, peering into the room. You were at the side of a large, vaulted chamber, padded with ancient-looking olefin carpet. A dwindling queue of people wound towards the front, and several hundred meters of black-belted line barriers angled through every corner of the space. Towards the exit, a large group of cosplayers huddled together, exclaiming excitedly, alternately peering back at the front of the room, and ducking their heads together to peer at their signed merch.

At the front of the room, a series of plastic tables had been erected, and the queue wound past them in an orderly fashion. Your heartbeat picked up when you caught sight of several familiar figures—Creati, Shouto, Uravity, Ingenium, Dynamight—and then stopped completely at a mop of messy green curls, bent towards a fan so he could hear her better.

Izuku.

You crept out from behind the door, and joined the end of the line, nervously shifting your tubes of diagrams. For a heartbeat or two, you wondered if perhaps this maybe was a stupid idea. You were still in school, and you’d only known Izuku for a couple of days. And what if this was just wishful thinking, and he really had just been being polite, and you’d misread all of the signs he’d given, and now you were just assuming that Izuku, pro hero Deku, Japan’s number one hero, liked you?

But as you watched him up there at the front of the room, one thing became clear. As he smiled at a fan, as he held another’s hand, as he laughed shyly and ruffled his hair, and as he signed a poster, looking for all the world like he couldn’t believe anyone was actually interested in him, in who he was and what he had to say—it became so utterly and completely clear to you, that it didn’t matter at all.

It didn’t matter at all if you were wrong.

Maybe you had misinterpreted his signs, maybe Izuku wasn’t into you at all.

But he was so sweet, so kind, and so strangely special to you. He was worth at least taking a chance on.

You watched him as you approached the end of the line, eyes hungrily tracing over his face, that attentive gaze of his, his pert nose, the scattering of freckles, and his stupidly handsome smile. It was only when a gloved fist slammed down in front of you that you were startled back into yourself.

“I’m not signing a hundred fucking posters,” a voice growled, and you looked up into red eyes, glowing like embers. “You can pick one, and fucking be quick about it.”

Pro hero Dynamight glared down at you, gesturing to your armful of costume redesigns. You stared up at him, mouth gaping.

He made a rude, impatient noise, leaning over. “You have ten fucking seconds.”

This startled you into motion, and you quickly rifled through your tubes of diagrams, pulling one out and unrolling it in front of him. Dynamight paused, a blonde eyebrow raising.

“The fuck is this?” he demanded.

You pointed to the labeling at the top. “A redesign of your gauntlets.”

He stared at you, and you quickly amended, “Well, plans for one anyway. Reinforced differently, to reduce bulk and make room for more support items. Right here around the forearm has a lot of potential.”

“I don’t fuckin’ need more support items,” he growled. The look on his face made your knees shake a little, but you held your ground.

“Maybe not according to you,” you said automatically. He was not the first person to have said as much to you. “But there’s a ton of medical things that could fit in here that would make you a better first responder, and I’d think any pro worth his salt would want to give it at least some consideration.”

Those red eyes flickered back up to yours, and a sudden look of understanding crossed his sharp features. He smirked. Then he leaned back in chair, kicking a leg up over one knee.

“Hey Deku, your fucking nerd ass girlfriend is here,” he intoned loudly.

There was an instantaneous loud clatter from the other end of the room. When you looked over, the table that Izuku and Uravity had shared had been upended, and Izuku was on his feet, already dipping into an apologetic bow. His ears were scarlet.

“I’m sorry—I stood up too quickly,” you could hear him saying to Uravity, and the last fan in line, who’d been directly in front of them, and was now clutching his poster to him as if it were a baby he’d just saved from a bucking horse. You spied Uravity’s delicate features splashed across the glossy page, and stifled a laugh.

You had just enough time to notice Izuku righting the table before there was a crackle of green lightning. And then Izuku was in front of you, and you didn’t have the capacity to notice anything else at all.

He looked the same as he had in the staff halls, exactly the same as he always had, but it was different, now that you knew him for who he really was. He seemed even more human, somehow, not just a cute guy in a cosplay, playacting as someone he admired— but a man, a living breathing hero, with perpetually disheveled green curls, keen, knowing eyes, and a smile like afternoon sunshine on a warm spring day.

And he was wearing a pink blush under his freckles, and looking at you like he’d never seen anything quite like you before.

“Y/N,” he said, surprise laced tightly into his gentle tone. “You said you weren’t—I thought you didn’t want—you’re here.”

You smiled up at him, waving your armful of diagrams. “And I brought some stuff you might like.”

He perked up, but his eyes didn’t move away from your face. “I didn’t think you would come. I thought maybe I had, um, done something that upset you. You seemed, um…”

Heat gathered in the planes of your face and suddenly felt squirmish. You sucked in a breath before admitting, “It wasn’t you, I swear. I was just being dumb. You see, um. I didn’t—I maybe didn’t realize you were actually Deku until last night.”

The room suddenly went silent, and Izuku’s eyes went wide. His jaw dropped open.

Your ears burned, and it felt like every single nerve ending in your face was on fire. It was only the fact that you suddenly couldn’t feel your legs that was keeping you from launching yourself at the door.

A snort issued from behind Izuku, dissolving the silence. It was quickly followed by a series of very ugly but very joyful guffaws. Dynamight’s voice snickered, “Oh fuck, Deku she’s even dumber’n you. I’m gonna cry.”

“Now, Bakugou,” Ingenium’s businesslike tone came from over Izuku’s other shoulder. “I don’t think that’s fair to Midoriya. Or to his friend.”

Dynamight snorted, and said something rude in reply, but you could barely hear him over the look on Izuku’s face. His jaw set, and his eyebrows drew together in concern. He stepped back from you, his boot scraping on the tile floor.

“You didn’t know,” he said. His tone was deeper, a little darker than usual, and you could hear the self-reproach clear as day. “Y/N, I didn’t mean—I didn’t realize...I’m sorry for not telling you. I didn’t mean to, um, hide anything, but I can see if you wouldn’t want to—um, with me—”

The look on his face made your heart ache, and you reached out before you could stop yourself, grabbing hold of a gloved hand.

“No!” you said quickly, startling yourself with your own volume. “I didn’t mean it like that! It should have been super obvious, but I just didn’t think I’d meet actual Deku,” you explained hastily. The words came pouring out of you, desperate to stop him from blaming himself for your own stupidity.

“And then I got to know you and I really liked you,” you said. “I mean, really really liked you, like holy shit just end me liked you. You’re so smart and so kind and so fun to talk to, and like, you get it, the importance of support, the kind of passion a person can have for engineering stuff like this. And it was so, so easy to like you and I sort of developed a huge crush on you, and so it was so out of left field to find out you were Izuku Midoriya Izuku, not just like cosplayer Izuku,” you gabbled, aware of the way that every single pair of eyes in the room was suddenly fixed you with great interest.

“But I realized you’re the same person I talked to all weekend,” you continued, shifting uncomfortably. “Whether or not I knew your last name. Everything we talked about, all the considerate gestures that made me like you, it was all you. So I’m sorry for freaking out a little, I just needed time to be really really stupid. But I, um—I’m good now, and I’d like to apologize if I hurt you.”

Izuku’s features were frozen, like they couldn’t quite decide how they should place themselves. His ears were red points, poking out from a nest of green waves. “—a crush on me,” he echoed hoarsely. A pink blush stained his cheeks like watercolor.

God of course that was what he’d picked out of that whole speech.

“The biggest,” you agreed, fighting down a hot wave of embarrassment.

Izuku’s ears went even more scarlet, but he took a step towards you, looking determined. “And you mean it? It doesn’t bother you that I’m, um, me?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “If anything it makes me like you more. It made me realize how thoughtful and humble you really are. And it’s good to know you’d be good against more than just a candy wrapper, if it came down to it.”

A small smile pulled at Izuku’s mouth, and the sight made you warm all over.

There. That was how his face should always look.

He should always be smiling, kind and boyish and quietly pleased. He looked so handsome, standing there, just grinning at you over the simplicity of a dumb joke.

Something hot bubbled up in your stomach.

You took a step towards him, balling your fists in resolve. And then you did something absolutely batshit.

You reached up, and grabbed a fistful of that hair, pulling him down to you. Then you leaned up and kissed him on the mouth.

In an instant, everything else melted away. His mouth was sweet and soft, and he inhaled sharply, before sighing against your own mouth. The hot feeling in your chest went liquid, syrupy, pooling all the way down to your toes. Strong arms came around you, pulling you close, and then Izuku was kissing you back for real.

He kissed you gently but firmly, and so thoroughly you thought you might pass out. It was exactly like him, so careful, so sweet, but so powerful, and so unexpectedly hot. You clung to his shoulders, holding on for what felt quite honestly like dear life. The kiss grew slower, heavier with promise.

You were eventually interrupted by a disgusted noise from Dynamight’s table. “Get a fucking room, dipshits,” he said, which set off a fresh wave of scolding from Ingenium’s side, but you honestly couldn’t quite take issue.

Izuku’s hands burned hot where they gripped you at the hip and the small of your back.

You did want to get a room. Right this second.

You considered how crazy it would be to ask. You considered whether you should take the initiative.

“Um, actually, could we—?” you asked Izuku, squirming under his attention. He was so handsomely flushed again, like he’d been that first night when you ate the Deku popsicle in front of him. You hoped you weren’t being too forward, this time.

His face went even more pink.

“I, um, yes,” he said. “I have one I was staying in for the, um, con.” You felt his hands come up to relieve you of the diagrams you hadn’t realized you’d been squishing between you two. You quickly shed your backpack too, plunking on the table next to the diagrams, suddenly very eager to be rid of any and all of your responsibilities.

“There’s, uh, redesigns for all of you,” you said to the other pros, feeling like you wanted to hide behind one of Izuku’s broad shoulders and never come back out. “And some support items in the bag. I would love to, um, talk later, if there’s anything you guys find interesting…”

You resisted the urge to drag Izuku straight out of the room.

Izuku shifted awkwardly, and ruffled his hair again. “Me too! I’ll, um, text everyone later. Thank you for helping with the meet and greet.”

He lingered uncertainly, as though there were anyway for the two of you to make it less obvious what you were about to do next.

Dynamight made another disgusted noise, and everyone else’s expression suddenly went as carefully blank as pro hero Shouto’s. Izuku blushed, but thankfully wasted no more time dallying, otherwise you were certain you might have spontaneously combusted from the force of your embarrassment.

Before you knew what was happening, you were being hefted into a set of strong arms, and then the world was a blur. What looked like green lightning zipped around you, crackling over the surface of Izuku’s skin, raising the hair on the back of your neck. Within seconds, however, you were being gently deposited in front of an obtrusive door, in what must have been the hotel that adjoined the convention hall. Izuku dug out a key card, and only fumbled it a little bit as he unlocked the door.

Your insides twisted with anticipation, but you firmly shoved the feeling down. You’d already come so far in getting here, and Izuku had already made his feelings clear.

Instead, you kissed him again as soon as you were through the door. His hands caught you around the waist, and you could feel him smile into the kiss, imagined the tips of his ears stark red against his hair.

His body was firm against yours, with no diagrams in between you this time, warm and hard with muscle, honed to perfection. He felt like warmth, like gentle strength, like safety personified, and you pressed against him harder, needy for more. A gloved hand came up to cup your chin, angling your face up to his so he could kiss you more firmly.

“I was so happy when I saw you in that room,” he murmured. “I really didn’t think—I thought I—”

“Not as happy as me,” you interrupted, pulling his face back to yours to kiss him again.

You spent a long time, then, trying to clear up any remaining doubts.

You couldn’t remember which of you finally worked the other over towards the bed—probably you—but the next time you broke apart, you were half in Izuku’s lap, and he was sprawled out over the covers of the hotel bed. The sheets were almost the same shade of green as his hair, and you had the wild thought that he looked like belonged right here, in this bed, with you.

Izuku didn’t seem to mind when you insisted on getting him out of his suit either, which quickly revealed a problem you hadn’t anticipated. Your brain stopped working as soon as you’d gotten the fabric down to his lean waist, eyes glued to the perfection of his chest. A light smattering of freckles trailed down over his pecs, creeping into the divots of six perfect abdominal muscles, pulling your gaze with them.

Your mouth went dry and your fingers fumbled their grip on his suit. Izuku laughed, that sweet fizzy sound, and you looked up at him dumbly.

“Oh my god they’re even hotter in person,” you said, like an idiot, and Izuku laughed even harder.

“That’s, um, the nicest compliment I’ve been paid,” he said.

You hardly registered him speaking, your gaze locked on the clench of muscles as he laughed. Holy shit.

Hoooly shit.

“Um, can I?” Izuku asked, and you felt the touch of a now-bare hand at your shoulder.

You nodded distractedly, watching those abs some closer as he shifted towards you. Then your shirt was being carefully maneuvered off you, followed very quickly by the rest of your clothes, and it was then that you finally looked up, to see Izuku’s own gaze caught well below your face. His eyes, normally so focused, swept over you, taking in every detail, sending your nerves fluttering.

You’d once thought he looked at everything as if it were a problem to take apart, and had wondered at his capacity to take you apart. And now he very much looked as if he were seconds away from doing so, like he was considering just where to start with you.

You shivered at the idea of all that intensity turned on you.

Izuku leaned over and kissed you again. The heat of his bare skin on yours was so horribly good, and you arched into him. His hands came up to hold you by the waist, and he pulled you back to him, rolling you underneath him in one well-executed movement. His slim hips sat so perfectly in between yours, and you could feel confirmation of his own agreement hard against your core.

Calloused fingers came up to pluck at your nipple, and you groaned into his mouth. Izuku smiled, and did it again, and again, before leaning down to take one into his mouth. His other hand slid over your thigh before pressing carefully against you, and you made another mortifying noise that made him laugh.

“I thought you were the prettiest person I had ever seen,” he said. “When I first met you.”

You pulled back to eye him in disbelief. “In the All Might costume?”

He laughed again. “After that. Definitely after that.”

You didn’t know about the prettiest person he’d ever seen, considering he worked with some of the most beautiful women in the world, but you would take the sentiment for what it was.

“I couldn’t believe you asked me to lunch,” he continued, like he probably didn’t get propositioned by dozens of randos every single day. “And then you were so amazing, like really amazing—”

You flushed, then yanked on his curls to stop him. “Okay, you can’t praise me anymore or I’m literally going to melt through the floor.”

“I like you,” Izuku said determinedly, looking you square in the eye.

You felt like you could quite literally deliver on your threat, that your whole body was moments from liquifying. You kissed him again to quiet him, then murmured, “I like you, too.”

A strong, calloused hand came up to cup your face to his. And his other hand…

You pressed against him, shivering, when he put his fingers to you again, laying the pad of his thumb carefully over you, right where you wanted him. “Oh fuck,” you said, and Izuku pressed his face into your shoulder, murmuring something appreciative. He pressed his fingers in, gently, although his caution was deeply unnecessary. You were already so wild with want, hips pressing up eagerly for more.

You lasted only a few minutes before you were tearing at his suit, still bunched up around his trim waist. “Please, Izuku—I need—”

You felt his mouth curl into a smile against your shoulder, and he angled his hips to help you pull his clothes down, just far enough to free himself. He slotted himself against you, a large hand grasping your thigh to pull you more firmly against him. The easy strength with which he moved you and the intentness of his gaze only inflamed your desire for him.

“Izuku, I—fuck, please—”

Finally, he took himself in hand, lining up and sinking into you in a slow, controlled, and mind-bendingly torturous cant of his hips.

And then, he moved.

Just like everything else, it was so easy with him. Even as he wound you up, tighter and tighter, it was like you were simultaneously coming undone. As though he had tugged at a knot that held you bound up tight, or worked all your muscles loose where you had been holding them taut. You fell open to him easily, happily, so wholly and completely.

The strength of his lean body over yours, the handsome grin that pulled at his mouth when he looked down at you, all of it tugged at something inside of you. The slide of him inside you was so perfect, so right, and when he groaned your name into your shoulder, you clenched up and came loose.

Izuku worked you through it with sure snaps of his hips, until he too was fisting the sheets at the side of your head, coming apart over you.

He relaxed against you, the solid weight of him weighing you down into the mattress. He was heavier than he looked, but you liked how it held you down like an anchor. You couldn’t stop running your hands over him, tracing down deep scars on his shoulders, curling back into his hair, like you couldn’t believe he was real.

When he spoke, it was muffled in the blankets and the curve of your shoulder. “I, um, don’t usually do this, you know. Just in case you were, um, worried.”

You imagined the this encompassed sleeping with a girl he’d barely known for forty-eight hours. You hadn’t been worried, hadn’t really thought of it, because it was like you’d known him for much longer. You wondered if he felt the same way.

“I usually, um, take things a little slower,” he said, finally turning his face to yours. His green eyes were clear, honest. For some reason it made you want to lean over and bite the pert slope of his nose.

Then a well-muscled arm slid up to curve around your waist, and the flex of a large bicep in your periphery distracted you.

“—didn’t tell them you were my girlfriend,” he was saying, when you finally remembered to listen again. “Unless you, um, wanted to be. Because I would like that, I think. If you—if you did…But I didn’t mean for Kacchan to say that. I don’t want you to, um, feel any pressure just because I’m…me...”

You turned back to him. “Are you flexing on me about being Japan’s number one?”

Izuku’s ears went pink. “No!" he said hastily. "But you seemed, um, really overwhelmed, and I just wanted you to know that I’d like to take things however you would like to…”

The open sincerity of the sentiment warmed you. You had been overwhelmed by the realization, just a few hours ago. And if he’d said as much to you then, maybe you would have felt pressured.

But getting to know him without all of that in the way, in meeting him and liking him just for who he was and how he talked to you. Maybe it had been a really good thing, and maybe it had helped you realize he was just a boy under there. A stupidly cute boy with a stupidly hot brain and a stupidly compelling smile.

That’s how you’d thought of him this whole time. Izuku—not Deku.

“We can figure it out,” you promised him. “Maybe I will get overwhelmed again, but maybe I won't. Nothing about this has been normal for me either. So let’s just take things a little unconventionally, and figure it out as we go.”

Another pretty smile curved Izuku’s mouth. “A little unconventionally.”

You nodded, pleased with the way the smile lit his whole face.

You leaned over and kissed him again, pulling him closer to you.

And then you set about starting to figure things out.

A little unconventionally.

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[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Leading Question

One shot (ish)

Benny Watts x Reader*

(* Reader wears a skirt, has hair long enough to pull (like anything longer than a buzzcut) and a vagina, so anyone who identifies with that: it’s free real estate. I am considering writing a copy that is fully gender-neutral, so if anyone wants that let me know (although I’m likely to do it anyway).)

Content/warning tags: NSFW, 18+, Smut (but it’s the slowest pacing smut, talking slow-burn but they’re both already in the bed, no joke), fluff?, friends to lovers, mention of alcohol, swearing, oral (male receiving), making out, heavy petting, really a whole lotta kissing, porn with no plot?, the porn is the plot, foreplay more like half the fucking play, hair pulling kink, mention of knife kink, sex, plotted during a figurative and literal fever, edited during a figurative and literal heat wave, we love it here.

Summary: Benny half-confesses to his attraction to the reader during a night at the bar and reader takes his clumsily put question and turns it into a homerun.

Word Count: 7k (this is what happens when you give me THAT and then take it away)

A/N: Entirely self-indulgent piece of smut thought out during two hours at 4 AM (and then throughout the rest of the day) the day after watching Fork, because I was frustrated and Benny is hot, whoopsie.

@go-catch-a-chickn showed some interest in what I was writing, but I bet you regret that now! Nonetheless, here’s your tag, have fun!

I’m open to criticism, just shoot me a message or an ask. Let me know if I’ve got errors or missed a warning.

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You and Benny were friends since high school. Not because you also played chess, but because you had been making out with your boyfriend in the back of the library and Benny had come looking for a chess book that was on the shelf you were leaning on. You two paused, moved to the side so that he could pull out the book and then he was on his way.

A few days later Benny was in the cafeteria and came up a few cents short, when a voice next to him told the woman at the register that they would pay for his meal as well as their own. He looked over at you as the cashier added your things to the total and you smiled.

“Now you have money over for other things.”

It continued like that for the rest of both of your high school stays. You would catch him in the corridor and strike up conversations before heading off for you next class. When your relationship with your boyfriend ended (mutually, it should be said; he was interested in another girl, you felt the spark wasn’t there anymore), you told Benny after he asked why you looked a little glum. He was supportive but didn’t bring it up again.

Now the two of you are sat at a bar counter, a bottle in front of each of you, as the day is winding down. You meet up like this between his tournaments and whatever else is going on your lives, touchdowns in the well-known amidst it all. The buzz of patrons has calmed down and outside the curtained windows the street is black, broken up by spots of the streetlights.

“Do you-“ Benny stops. He’s half turned towards you, left hand around his beer on the counter, legs facing you, but his eyes are currently at the bottles lined up against the back wall where the bartender is pouring a drink for someone down the line.

You put down your bottle after a sip, resting your hand on it just like he is. Benny starts again.

“What do you do when your dick tells you to sleep with your friend, but your brain tells you it’s not a good idea?” He’s still not looking at you. It’s almost a hypothetical, almost a thought about someone else.

You shrug, taking a last sip before turning forward.

“I don’t know, I follow what my pussy says.” With that you get up and put money on the counter to close your tab, seeing Benny jump in the corner of your eye at your answer. You’re pulling on your coat as you start for the door, slow enough that he’ll catch up no problem.

“Wait.” He’s at your side in no time. “I’ll walk you to your place.” Even in the slight shade of his hat you can see that he’s a bit flustered.

“You sure?” Benny nods. “Otherwise I could walk you to yours. It’s farther.” You push up the inner set of doors and Benny follows you into the dark airlock entryway.

“Why would you want to walk where it’s farther?” He asks behind you,  a frown audible in his voice, and you hold up your hand to signal for him to wait as you push up the second set of doors.

The air rushes against you and the hum of a road somewhere off campus reaches your ears. There’s no one on the walk path running between fields of grass and lines of trees. It’s still too early for the streets to be filled with people getting home from the bars, too late for any overtime workers dragging their feet.

“Honestly?” You turn to Benny, who’s standing with his coat still unbuttoned and arms hanging at his sides, like he isn’t sure what to do with them. “Because I’m hoping to get invited up, and if I’m going to get fucked, I want to be in your bed, surrounded by the scent of you.”

It takes a second. Then he’s a little bit closer. Not that he was far away before, but he’s close enough that when he leans a little forward you don’t have to take a step to close the gap. Your lips run against his, soft and slow, with the slight scratch of his mustache against your skin, warm cotton and leather so close now, and then you step back, absentmindedly swiping your tongue over your own lips to chase his taste. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.

“Your place or mine?” Benny’s voice is a little rough; maybe it’s the drinking, maybe it’s the kiss.

“Again, yours.” You quirk your lip and reach to catch Benny’s hand, warm in yours. Pulling him into motion you start walking in the direction of his apartment, shoes echoing against the asphalt.  

“I’m not sure I will make it that far.” He sounds a bit tortured, and you laugh, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you make it. And if you don’t, I’ll help you clean up and wait for you.”

Benny makes a noise.

“Tell me about Open Sicilian.” You look forward at the empty road as you walk.

“What?” He looks at you.

“To distract you, explain Open Sicilian to me.” He has explained that particular tactic to you several times before, not that it necessarily stuck too well.

“That’s not going to help!” Benny throws head back with a frustrated laugh. The sound makes your stomach flutter. “You’re going to make me tell you about chess, and then ask questions, to keep me distracted? Like you showing sincere interest in it isn’t going to just make it harder to focus.” He shakes his head, looking out over the empty street. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You would have gotten there quicker if Benny hadn’t stopped at every tree, stone wall, and doorway to push you against it and kiss you. He even sat down on a bench when you were halfway and pulled you down into his lap. You let yourself be pulled down but wouldn’t go along with his attempts to make you straddle him, despite his hand on your inner thigh through your skirt and his insistent, chasing kisses.

As you reach the building you let go off Benny’s hand so he can punch in the code for the door. He leads you up the hollow stairwell to his door, noisily unlocks it and lets you in before him.

It’s a short hallway with doors leading off to the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, lit by some cool light falling in from the open doorway to the kitchen. There are hooks for jackets with a pile of shoes beneath it to one side, and a table holding a phone and newspapers further in.

The lock clicks behind you and Benny turns around, dropping his keys back down in his coat pocket. Just as he faces you, you push him back against the door. Shock flashes in his eyes and his lips part but when you place your against his he quickly responds, pushing back against you, his tongue running against your bottom lip, inviting you to taste it. It’s with difficulty that you pull back.

“Okay, I lied.” You admit as you get onto your knees, looking back up at him. “Can I?”

Benny’s breaths are unsteady, and you have to ask him to repeat it before you can clearly hear him consent.

You hum, pushing aside his leather coat to hold his hips back against the door, pulling his belt out from its loops so you can undo the buckle. Benny closes his eyes and groans as you let the belt with his knife still attached fall back against his legs and undo his button and zipper.

“Don’t be too loud, you don’t want the neighbors to hear you, do you? Even solid wood doors are thinner than walls.” You wink up at him and he repeats the sound, head leaning back against the door and hips pushing forward. If you didn’t believe Benny before, you definitely would now, as you feel how hard he is through the barriers of fabric. He’s solid and warm against your hands.

Pushing his jeans down, you move his boxers carefully until you can pull them down as well. Precum is leaking down the underside of his erect cock and his hips push forward again, impatiently this time. You circle your hand around him, the other resting against his hip so that maybe he’ll stay in place, not having the patience to start stroking before you take him in your mouth.

The sound Benny makes when your lips close around his cock is far too loud and not loud enough. His breathing audibly speeds up, encouraging you to run your tongue along the underside each time you pull back. Sucking down his cock, you match your movements with those of your hand, creating just the perfect rhythm that has his hips pushing against your other hand. You look up at him, meeting his eyes as you circle his tip with your tongue and he pinches his eyes closed, turning his head back up and cutting off the whine escaping his throat. You swallow around him, and the whine comes back, ending in a high pitch. You do it again. His hand pushes lightly against your shoulder, and you pull off him, sitting back and licking your lips as he meets your eyes.

“I don’t want to finish before we’ve even started.” His words are low, his hand falling back against the side of his coat. You shift your legs on the floor.

“Shame, I want you to.” You smile and bite your lip. “I told you I’d help clean you up and wait after. I’m in no rush.” Benny’s hips jerk forward again.

“Fuck” His eyes flutter shut.

“Can I?” You wait for the sound of his yes before you lick a line from the base to the head, reveling in how little he is holding back this time. Pushing his hips back a little rougher against the door to keep him in his place you earn a moan of your name which has your stomach fluttering and head spinning. One of his hands rest on your shoulder again but isn’t pushing away this time. He lets you decide the speed, albeit with the occasional jerk of his hips as he hisses and braces against the door.

“Fuck, I’-” You feel Benny tensing and look up to see him looking down on you, breathing heavily and clenching his jaw. “Fuck” He slams his head back against the door, hips pushing him further in, and you can feel the vibrations emitting from his chest all the way in the back of your throat as he releases into your mouth. You swallow it down, catching the whimper Benny makes at the feeling it gives his cock.

When you get to your feet, Benny head is hanging so the brim of his hat casts his face in shadow and he’s leaning so heavily against the door you’re not sure he’ll be standing much longer. His breathing is loud in the quiet apartment, and you can’t help the pride growing in the back of your mind. Still breathing heavily, Benny finally lifts his head enough to look at you. You meet his eyes and swipe your tongue over your lips.

His eyes flicker down to follow the movement and he groans, slumping back against the door. You smile triumphantly.

“Let’s get your clothes back on and then I’ll get water.” You help Benny get his pants back on, refastening the buckle. He’s not standing entirely stable, but enough that you can slide his coat down his arms and hang it up, followed by his hat, before you sit him down on a stool right by the door. Having hung up your own coat and switched on the lights you gesture to the kitchen door. “Do you mind?” Benny shakes his head, blond hair falling in his eyes.

You fill two glasses from the tap, throwing a glance at your watch, before returning to him. Handing one to Benny you drink the other, both of you listening to him regaining control over his breathing while you empty the glasses. As you take your last sip you place both on the hallway table and toe off your shoes.

“Want to move out of the hallway?” You hold your hand out to Benny and he’s standing before you’ve had a chance to blink.

You get precisely two steps into Benny’s bedroom before he’s kissing you again. His tongue runs softly against yours, contrasting with the scratch of his beard. He won’t even let you move forward, blocking you with his body until his hands have found their place on your hips, and even then standing stronger than you’d expect from how he looked a minute ago.

Every kiss he chases after you, when you move to the side so does he, when your tongue touches his lips his tongue comes to greet it. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, his body heat rising and seeping through his button up and your shirt, the warm scent of leather still lingering in the air around him.

Then Benny moves backwards, pulling you with him three quick steps, refusing to let your lips part for even a second, and lets you fall on top of him on his bed.

You pull back, insisting despite his protests. He managed to switch some light on before getting lost in you, letting you full appreciate the shine in his dark eyes when he looks up at you as you brush blond strands out of his eyes. Flittering over you above him, they keep coming back to meet yours, a playful smile on his lips. You lean back down and let him capture your lips again, his hands splaying one on your back, one running up and down your side. Chasing his smile you kiss the corners of his mouth, dipping your tongue in to meet his. It’s like you’ll never run out of places to taste him.

Straightening back up and moving so you’re straddling him, you undo the first buttons of your shirt, but Benny’s hands stop yours, taking over their work with slow precision. He pulls you back down so he can continue kissing you even if it makes it harder for him to get the buttons undone, not that that seems his top priority. Sitting up and sliding the fabric down your arms Benny throws it in some corner of the room, pulling you closer against him by your hips.

“Easy, tiger.” You hum against his lips and Benny laughs a little, shifting further back on the bed and letting you both fall back against the mattress again, arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His necklaces are cool against your skin, but his hands are on fire. They run over your back and sides, up one down the other, and leave nothing but further fires under your skin. Even his rings don’t feel cold as Benny brushes his fingers up your arm to cup your head, tongue skimming your lip but withdrawing whenever you try to catch it.

Pulling back for the first time, Benny looks up at you with a mischievous smile.

“If I had known telling you I like you would lead to this, I would’ve told you already five years ago.”

Not that you’d really been open to anything at that time. Five years ago, and the five that followed, you had been entirely focused on your academics, and the only person you really hung out with had been Benny. He brought his chess books and sat with you in the library while you read up for exams. You’d chat about everything while trying to cram every bit of knowledge into your tired brains. That really only slowed down once you graduated, the hyper-focus on reading every book and spending hours writing notes over bad coffee.

“Do you want to like” You look up at the head pillows laying vertically to your bodies, and Benny starts laughing, luring you into doing the same. “move up?”

“Sure” He lets go of you so you can both get higher on the bed, but the second you’re close enough Benny pulls you back over him. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You smile and lean down halfway. Amused you watch Benny push up to meet you, hungry lips convincing you to push him back down into the mattress.

You can’t help the occasional shifting of your hips against his, underwear pushing against the friction of jeans below your skirt. His hands skim the hem of it, but never ventures below it, favoring to run up to your hips and draw you closer.

Running his hands up your back to hold you against him, Benny rolls you over onto your back. Settling between your legs, he braces one arm above you while the other cups the side of your head, lifting just enough for your lips to reach his.

“You know, for later, we’re still on your bed.” You remind him before kissing the corner of his mouth. Benny’s lips quirk and he follows you back down against the pillow.

“I know.” He runs his nose along the side of your neck, the chains around his sliding against your skin. Warm cotton and leather surround you, and this might actually be heaven.

Pushing back a bit Benny reaches up to undo his green button up but stops when you give him a look.

“Isn’t it my turn now?”

Benny lets go off the button and shows his hands, dropping them to your hips as you reach up, undoing the first button before pulling him down by his collar. His smile meets yours, and it only gets bigger for every button, as the release of each is met with the same celebration.

When there are no more buttons to open you slide the fabric out from his pants and down his bare arms. Holding the shirt out in one hand you look at Benny, whose eyes are locked on yours, his lips kiss-bruised.

“Does this have to be folded on a chair” You tilt your head. “or can I just throw it?”

“Throw it.” His eyes sparkle, his voice hitting a little lower and sending vibrations where your body is touching his.

The green fabric flutters to rest at the far end corner of the bed in your peripheral vision. You weren’t really looking where you were throwing.

“It didn’t even get off the bed.” You speak very seriously, as if it was a grave matter, but you’re absorbed by Benny, whose eyes are as stuck in yours as yours are in his. “If you want it off, you’ll have to throw it yourself.”

His arms shift above you, and without moving away from you or breaking eye contact Benny kicks the shirt, sending it tumbling of the edge with a soft thud as it hits the floor. You push your hips up against his, the hilt of the knife at his belt pressing against the inside of your thigh. Benny’s hips thrust back against yours and he lowers down to brush his lips against yours before devouring you again. Your thighs slide against his bare skin, and he reaches back to hook them further over his hips, swiping his tongue along yours. When Benny pulls back slightly the sound he makes fills the room, bouncing off the walls. The end of it mixes with the sigh of his name pulled from your lips as he dips the tip of his tongue into the corner of your mouth.

“Think we’ll wake the neighbors?” You lift off the bed to chase after him, not giving him a chance to reply, pushing him over onto his back. His hips shift against yours as he settles into the mattress.

“The walls are thicker than the door.” He looks up at you straddling him, his lips quirking up into a smile, blond hair falling over his eyes again. Satisfied with his answer you lower your body back down over his, occupying his mouth with yours again.

From slow, insistent kisses where Benny’s tongue runs against yours, you move to kiss the corners of his lips, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and his eyelids as he closes his eyes. Continuing down his chin, alternatingly placing kisses on either side of his neck, and one at the dip at the base of his throat, passing over his chains, you shift back to trail down the right side of his chest. As your lips touch between navel and the top of his jeans, brushing along the fabric, Benny touches the side of your head.

“Don’t you dare do it again.” His tone is light and teasing, with just an edge of breathlessness and seriousness.

You move up to kiss his left hip and his hand falls back onto the mattress.

“I won’t.”

You trail back up Benny’s irregularly moving chest, out his right upper arm, and lift his hand. Pressing two more soft kisses to his inner forearm, you place one in the middle of his palm and one to the tip of each finger, before beginning again at his sternum and doing the same to his left arm.

Raising back up you push Benny’s hair from his eyes, inviting the light to dance with the sparks already in them.

“Benny Watts, you are a drug.” You smile a little breathlessly and shake your head down at him. The corners of Benny’s mouth start to raise, and he quickly swipes his tongue up to pull down his upper lip and bites down on his lower.

His attempts fail and when you kiss Benny, he’s beaming, a satisfied sound emitting from the chest pressed against yours. His heartbeats translate through your ribcage and your sentiment is repeated in your mind with a flutter in your stomach.

Ringed hands shift from your hips to your back to hold you closer against him. Somehow, you’ve forgotten Benny’s knife because you can’t even feel it at this point. You only feel the friction of his body against your, the pull of his lips.

“You should be in prison.” His tongue swipes into your mouth at that, stalling your continuation with a dizzying taste. “You should be in jail, and I should be in the same cell with you.” The vibrations of Benny’s laugh and twist of his lips reach your senses at the same time as the push of his hips. Combined they’re enough to make you say his name against his lips, repeating it when he does it again.

Lifting off the mattress Benny’s hands holds your hips down against his as he sits up, lips running down the side of your neck when they slip from yours. The scratches against your skin turn into fire running through your veins, out into your arms and fingertips as you run them over his bare shoulders, along the chains around his neck. You barely hear the sound of your name slip from his tongue against the crook of your shoulder, before Benny turns to make you fall first back into the mattress.

Benny’s hands run from your hips to the hem of your skirt, warm fingers tracing bare skin. You lift your hips against his and he pulls back, but only after sucking your lip into his mouth, swiping it with his tongue.

“Want me to get it off?”

“It’s mostly in the way at this point.” Having gotten his answer, Benny eases the skirt down, letting you lift your hips and moving so he’s not in the way. When it’s all the way off he throws the fabric the same way as your shirt, or maybe the opposite. You can’t remember.

Leaning back over you Benny brushes his lips against yours, meeting you when you arch up against him, then lets himself kiss you fully again. His hips push yours down into the mattress before he pulls them back up towards him. You roll back against him, crossing your legs behind Benny’s back, and he hisses against your lips. The sound of you saying his name causes the grind of his hips to stutter, restart, a low sound resonating in his chest, sending its aftershocks through your body as his hands squeeze your thighs a little harder.

One moves to skim the inside of your knee, hot fingers with warm rings running over equally heated skin. When it reaches the junction of your thigh and hip it slides up along the edge of your underwear and then drops beside your side to support his weight as Benny brings his other hand to hover between your legs and pulls away from your lips.

“Can I?” His dark eyes shimmer.

“Yes.” Since you can’t hear your own voice over the increased speed of your heartbeat you repeat it twice, catching the way Benny’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip as his eyes flicker down.

He runs his knuckles down the slick, wet fabric. You think you hear a breathed-out curse but are distracted when fingertips retrace the same path with just enough pressure to make your hips roll against them. The feeling is dizzying, your breathing skips. Benny’s dark eyes flick back up to yours. Then he does it again, sending sparks where the pads of his fingers almost touch you. Your eyes almost flutter at the way he looks at you when your breathing stops again to become what might have been a curse, or his name, or the curse of his name. The last one in particular feels likely as the sound twists and grows louder, and Benny’s eyes are locked on yours.

Pressing back into his bed you roll your hips against his, his hands planted back on either side of you as he lowers back down to press starved kisses to your mouth. Hips lift off yours, only to change their mind and push back down, accompanied by a curse against the corner of your lips. When Benny’s bottom lip slides against yours, you pull it into your mouth and lightly push down your teeth into it. His left arm buckles as you swallow the sound of his groan.

With little effort you coax Benny onto his back. He willingly falls down onto the pillow, rings sliding against your back as he tries to entice you into press against him. His fingers trail down, skimming along the edge of your underwear until they reach the front, barely touching the waistband, eyes flicking up to yours.

You give permission before Benny even has a chance to open his mouth.

The pads of his fingers push past the fabric, running softly your body until your breathing hitches as they lightly slip over your clit. You resist the urge to close your legs around his hand but can’t help the way your breathing audibly increases when it moves further down. Bare skin slides against your wet folds, stroking up and down; the movement slow and deliberate, and far too good for you hold it out for much longer.

You make a sound.

“Explain Closed Sicilian to me.” Your voice is strained, and you are trying very hard to not focus on every slight change in pressure Benny is subjecting you to right now. Another noise slips out and you bury your face against his chest, rolling your hips involuntarily against his hand. “Please, please explain it to me.”

“Now?” Benny’s other hand pushes against your hip.

“If you don’t, I’m going to come, and I’ve waited this long so I’d rather you didn’t do that before you’re actually inside me.” You lift your head to look up at him, quickly adding “Then again, you talking about that is just going to make it worse, so maybe don’t.” You did not need his eyes lighting up and his confidence going thrice its size because he was talking about something he really, really liked. That was bound to make your situation become much better and much worse really quick.

Benny looks like he’s about to protest before making a face and withdrawing his hand.

“Alright, fine.” He rolls you onto your back and kisses you hard, raising his hips as much as possible but keeping you down with his chest.

Letting you up to breathe Benny’s hands go to his belt, pulling it fully out of the loops this time. He catches the handle off his knife as it slides off the leather and off-handedly places it down on your stomach so he can roll the leather around his hand.

You must have done something as the sheath fell flat or as your eyes shifted up and back down again because Benny’s eyes flick from the belt in his hands to your eyes and then he smiles.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for knives too.” He teases.

“Listen” You’re a little too breathless for any type of denying being at all believable and it’s visible in Benny’s eyes how little he would actually believe you if you tried. “Messing with that takes practice and discussions, so let’s put a pin in that. I like seeing you get off, let’s leave it at that for now.”

He tilts his head like ‘fair enough’, finishes rolling up his belt and puts both that and the knife out of view to your left.

You reach up to brush Benny’s hair to the side where it’s over his eyes again, letting your fingers linger just above his ear. There’s something very recognizable about the slight way his eyes move at the gesture.

“Do you- like having your hair pulled?” You ask tentatively, and when Benny doesn’t answer right away you continue “You don’t have to say yes.”

It takes a second longer, and you start to pull your hand away before he shifts his eyes away and rolls his shoulders.

“So what if I do?” Benny glances back at you.

“I’ll tell you what” You smile encouraging, guiding the topic to focus on yourself instead to make him more comfortable. “you’d be in good hands; I like it both ways.” Benny visibly relaxes but you don’t move your hand back, favoring to slide it along his jaw to stop below his lower lip.

Softly tilting his head down, you give the slightest pressure.  He follows down to peck your lips before drawing back to meet look at you again, hands rubbing reassuringly over your thighs. The pad of your thumb rests against Benny’s bottom lip, and you tilt your head, trying to read out the thoughts that form and disperse behind his eyes. The corner of his lip quirks up and he dips his head down to catch the finger in his mouth. The flat of his tongue maps your fingerprint, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You make a noise, shooting him a glare as he looks far too smug when you pull your hand back to press it against his back instead. The expression doesn’t leave his lips when you push his side to get him down, as a matter of fact he looks offensively at home against his pillow, shuffling further into it before beaming up at you again. Unable to stop yourself you scoff, trying to look annoyed but failing spectacularly.

“Think you’re ready to go again, if you want to?” You look at your watch, pinching the face of the clock to keep it so you can read the time. “It’s been an hour.”

“You still have your watch on?” Benny reaches up to pull your arm down so he can look at it.

You laugh.

“Well, you didn’t take it off me.” You let him turn your hand over, undoing the watch and looking at it for a second before handing it to you. Leaning over him you put it on the empty nightstand to your left.

“I’m so glad you’ve got two nightstands.” You hum, leaning back to resettle over his hips.

Thinking for a second, Benny makes a face, a mixture between a frown and scrunching up his face.

“It doesn’t make sense to only have one nightstand.” He states, eyes flicking back to yours. Smiling at his answer you bend down to peck his lips.

“That’s what I like about you, Benny Watts. Things can’t just be for you; they have to make sense.” Continuing in the same light tone you add “I might even go as far as to say I love you.”

“Woah, you’re just gonna show your hand like that?” Benny mimics shock, before smiling, his hands rubbing your hips reassuringly. “Throw the whole game?” You snort a little, moving your eyes to the wall, schooling your expression to be serious.

“As if you didn’t show your hand back at the bar.” You tilt your head exaggerated, pretend thought.  “And earlier, now that you mention it.”

“I said liked.” Just like you, Benny is pressing his lips together to prevent himself from laughing, and even then, a smile cracks through.

“I’ll give you that, you did say like.”

Benny pulls you down, kissing you with a smile. Letting yourself sink into it you push down against him, swallowing the sound he makes and feeling his heart beating through his chest. His hands pull your hips closer to his to repeat the motion. His breathing increases as you do it infinitely slower this time, feeling you press against him, although you can’t say you are doing any better.

“Ready?” You laugh breathlessly and Benny groans, pushing his head back into the pillows.

“I was ready half an hour ago.”

“Well, good sex takes preparation. And this is going to be good.” Straightening up you putting the base of your hand on Benny’s chest, holding your index in front of his face to shush him. “No, no, it’s going to be, because I’ll make it so.”

Instead of arguing, with sparkling eyes Benny favors to bend his head forward and close his mouth around your finger, sucking while you talk. His tongue swirls around the digit and the corner of his lips quirk up when you make a sound, mind drifting before you catch it.

“Asshole.” Benny’s eyes light up mischievously at that, and when you pull your hand back, he raises his eyebrows.

“Oh you wan-?”

You cut him off.

“Shut up.” The bed shakes with Benny’s laughter, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head at him. He’s really having too much fun.

When his laughter calms down, Benny looks at you for a second before sitting up.

“Come on”

He nudges you sideways until you get the hint and get off him, letting him get off the bed. Benny offers his hand to pull you up after him. When you’re both on your feet he turns back and in one quick motion rips off the covers, throwing the corner to the middle so the bed is folded half-open diagonally but not all the way down.

You’re just letting your underwear drop onto the floor when Benny turns back around, and he catches up with you in the time it takes you to blink. He holds his hand out again, pulling you with him backwards.

Jut before his legs hit the bed Benny sidesteps, pulling you down first onto the bed and following, catching himself on his arm so he doesn’t fall directly on top of you.

Settling between your legs, Benny tilts his head with a cheeky smile.

“Comfortable now?”

You make a show of settling into the pillow, trying to divert his attention from the way you pull air deep into your lungs. It’s in the pillow, the sheets, the air vibrating around you with tension, but most of all it’s above you, radiating from him. The warm, slightly sweet, smell of clean cotton shirts pulled from the tumbler, a bed slept in until well past noon, and sun-heated leather in the first days of summer.

“Yes.” You smile up at him.

“Good.” Benny lowers down over you and presses his lips to yours, tongue running over your lip once before slipping into your mouth. You hum while he pulls protection from a drawer of one of the nightstands above your field of vision and pulls it on.

Fingers skim lightly over the wetness gathered between your legs, and then Benny pushes into you. It sends lightning through your stomach, sliding slowly, almost torturously, against sensitive nerve endings. His breath is slow and controlled, albeit a bit wavering. Solid warmth spreads from his body into yours and your body clenches involuntarily around him when he stills, breath warming the side of your neck. Your hands run up his sides to find purchase.

“You’re gonna mark me?” You ask the ceiling and Benny shifts, running his nose against your throat and giving you chills.

“You want me to?” His hips pull back slightly, and you close your eyes at the slow drag of his cock against your inner walls. As Benny pushes back in, one hand disappears from beside you, moving your hand from his back to his hair. Sparks dance up your spine when he thrusts a little quicker, igniting you both like a match against a striking surface. Benny makes a sound in the back of his throat before kissing you again.

Carding your fingers through his hair near his scalp you pull lightly. The way his hips jerk forward has you arching against him, moan mixing with his. Tension builds in your stomach and if the room was hot before it is blazing now. Benny presses against you, overwhelming and perfect, filling you. Your hips lift off the bed to meet his, legs crossed behind his back to pull him closer. The drag of his abdomen against you in just the right place has you whining against his lips. His next thrust is faster, causing your body to clench down, approaching the edge fast.

“I’ve waited this long to fuck a master; you better not make this be over quick.” Your hips arch against his despite your breathless words.

“You call an hour and a half quick?” Benny asks in disbelief, but the roll of his hips slows to delightfully slow, burning pulls. He closes his eyes, breathing becomes deliberately slowed. “I’m not going to last long no matter how slow I go.”

“That’s okay, neither am I.” You quirk the corner of your lip as Benny opens his eyes again and pull him back down to your lips. Trying to starve of your orgasm you focus on tasting every corner of his mouth. It seems to have the opposite effect on Benny, as he whines and his hips stutter. One of his arms buckle and you pull your hand free to direct his to your hair before going back to his.

The first slow drag releases a satisfied noise from you, and the slight sting of the next sends a thrill down your body, connecting with where Benny’s cock pushes into you. He slides his tongue against yours, pulling your head close to his.

“Fuck” The word falls from both of your mouths as your fingers pulls the blond strands they’re tangled in, and Benny’s hips jerk forward. You push your hand against his lower back to push him down, deeper, and he pulls your hips up with his free hand, grinding against you. His eyes glitter with pride when you arch, pressing your head into the pillow, mouth falling open.

Unsatisfied, Benny slows even further, changing thrusts for slow grinds, watching you trying to make a sound with a smile, heels pressing into his lower back. Your eyes flutter, trying desperately to stay open, pleasure coursing through you in unrelenting waves. Meeting his eyes, you jerk your hand a little harder in Benny’s hair, and the sound he produces almost has you falling.

His hand pushes between your bodies as he moves faster again. The pleasure is hot and fast, and as Benny pulls your lips to his it explodes, fire shooting through your veins in search of oxygen and shaking your entire body. He swallows the cries of his name falling from your lips, but then his hips stutter and slipping from your lips he repays the praise. It’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s so fucking hot.

Benny drops his head in the crook of your neck, weakly trying to hold himself up. Your chest pushes against his until both your accelerated breathing reaches the same rhythm. There is pleasant ache starting to make itself known, one you’re sure you’ll be feeling tomorrow, and perhaps the day after that.

Softly you push Benny over and he lets himself be rolled onto his back, still inside you. Head landing on the pillow he takes a few more breaths before his eyes pop open. When they meet yours there is a content smile on his lips, with only a hint of unsedated hunger still visible in his dark eyes. He reaches forward to meet your smiling kiss and lets you pull off him and roll onto the mattress beside him.

After a few seconds of just the sound for your breathing your voice comes alive again.

“I hope we didn’t wake anyone.”

Benny starts laughing, breathlessly and beautifully, and you scrunch your nose playfully at him.

“I hope we did.” He looks at you, eyes brilliant, and adds in a more serious tone. “I think they’re all asleep so they can get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow.”

You reach over and pull your watch from the nightstand.

“Two isn’t a reasonable hour to be up?” Benny snorts a laugh at your fake naiveté as you settle back into the bed.

There’s a few more seconds of silence before he talks again.

“I still only made you come once.” Benny looks at you, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up; the hunger more than unsated now.

“That’s okay” You smile teasingly. “I wouldn’t expect you to, you did all the hard work.”

Benny doesn’t find an answer to that, but you have a feeling neither of you think two is very late at all.

#I fucking called the watch thing I'm so proud! #I'm glad the internet agrees that Benny has both bi and switch energy #benny watts #benny watts x reader #the queen's gambit

[silversatoru]

Hi love! ❤️

Mkay so like.... Suguru walks in and finds out his gf has a cam acc- and just like straight up ruins her online

This has been on my mind all day but idfk how to write it

a/n: AHAH hey babe!!! this concept is 😌👌 so i hope i did you proud w this. also if ur really into the whole getting-ruined-online concept and you fuck w dabi may i recommended @katslutski ‘s smile for the camera series; it is one of my favs

getou suguru x f!reader

tags/warnings: masturbation, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, filming, facial, mild bondage, mild overstimulation

w/c: 1.4k

you rubbed your clit in rushed circles, projecting a cluster of fake high-pitched moans and arching your back for the camera. it really didn’t feel that great, but you were damn good at pretending it did — and the cash was flowing in as a result. 

you could see the notifications of donations and new patrons popping up on the side of your screen and you let a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. these fuckers were so horny that they’d send you stacks of their income just to see you fondle your cunt — pigs.

between the blood rushing to your ears from your approaching orgasm and the soft music playing through you room you didn’t even notice the sound of your front door opening. you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s presence in your home until he was standing in your bedroom doorway — a confused but amused expression across his face. 

“am i interrupting something?” he cocked an eyebrow at you. 

“suguru! i thought you were busy today, i-” you scrambled to explain yourself and grab a sheet from your bed to pull over your exposed body. 

“plans changed,” he shrugged and cut you off, entering your bedroom, “maybe you should start locking your front door when you’re doing shit like this”. 

you stared at him with horrified eyes, worried that he might break up with you for this kind of thing — he didn’t seem mad but he definitely wasn’t happy either. you quickly lunged for your laptop/camera set-up, attempting to end your livestream, but suguru moved quicker. he grasped your wrist in his strong fingers and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

“leave it on, doll,” he purred at you, releasing your wrist and pushing you back towards the bed, “go ahead and finish the show for them”. 

completely stunned, you fell back onto your elbows and gave him a hesitant look. it’s not like you were embarrassed or anything— shit, you did this like every day, but you were severely confused by his reaction.

he nodded at the computer screen with hazy eyes, “they’re waiting. why are you so shy all of the sudden? you should be used to having an audience”. 

after a final moment of hesitation you leaned back, fingers returning down to your clit to resume where you’d left off. it was a little more awkward with suguru watching, but the way he was ordering you around was kind of hot, so your stiffness quickly faded.

and you knew your body well, what worked and what didn’t, so it was only a matter of minutes before you were rocking your hips into your hand and letting exaggerated whimpers slide between your teeth. the orgasm was mediocre at best, but you had to dress it up and wrap it in a bow for your precious patrons.

at some point during your little show suguru had rid himself of his clothing and was now climbing into the messy sheets with you. 

“let me see your hands,” he stated blankly, his fingers gripped around the belt that had been looped through his pants just a few minutes ago. 

“this is live you know,” you gave him a concerned look — you were confused but not opposed, holding your hands out behind your back.

“oh, i know,” he took care in gently wrapping your wrists together as tight as the belt would go and then helped you onto you knees.

the duskiness of his eyes filled you with a splendid mix of fear and excitement, but before you could even get a good look you were being shoved into the bed.

“put your face in the pillows, doll,” he ordered lazily as you faceplanted into one of the several pillows at the head of your bed.

his strong hands were quickly gripped around your hips, the tip of his rock-hard member brushing teasingly against your entrance. you were already practically dripping, the sticky liquids from your earlier orgasm still glistening around your edges. it made his access easy, his aching cock sliding with little effort.

“let’s show all of your fans how much of a dumb cock-whore you become when i’m inside you,” he thrusted using hard, firm strokes right from the start.

and of course he was absolutely right — you lost any inkling of a coherent thought once you were stuffed full with his length. you moaned, whimpered, and squirmed underneath him like the pathetic little cam girl you were. but with suguru, none of your performance was a façade — he truly knew how to make you melt under his touch. and melted and useless was exactly how he liked you, so he had every intention of fucking you dumb in front of your audience today.

and that’s exactly what he did. it was his own foul way of punishing you; turning you into a drooling cum-slut who had completely forgotten she was being broadcasted live. if you wanted to be a whore for a living, he’d show everyone just how much of a whore you were — but only for him. 

you’re not even sure how long it’s been — all you know is that you’re orgasming for the fourth time; or was it the fifth? sixth? you’d lost count somewhere along the way.

dull waves of pleasure racked through your body and sent quivers under your skin. you whined and wriggled, murmuring incoherent babbles as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock to milk the most out of your climax.

“that’s five times, baby,” suguru’s voice sounded miles away, “my dick feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”

you thrashed your head up and down against the pillow, mumbling the word yes over and over as your body twitched from overstimulation. glistening mixtures of fluids were squelching out as he continued thrusting into your cunt, some dripping all the way down your legs.

and he didn’t let you take any breaks — nonstop fucking you even while your pussy was throbbing with sensitivity. the overstimulation was excruciating, and you were a complete mess of trembles and whimpers.

“so pitiful,” you heard a dark laugh rumble from his throat, “there’s thousands and thousands of people watching you be my disgusting little fuck-toy right now, and you’re just gonna keep taking it, aren’t you?”

you weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly. your brain had short circuited a while ago, and you were just absent mindedly nodding your head and mumbling agreements to everything he said. the pillowcase beneath your head was nearly soaked in saliva now too, your feeble mouth hanging open while drool continued to seep from the corners of your lips. 

“i think i want you to finish me with your mouth, doll, how does that sound?” he slowed his pace, pushing lazy thrusts into your hips while you mindlessly nodded your head again. 

“pathetic little baby; you have no idea what i’m even saying to you right now, do you?” you heard suguru laughing from behind you; but all you could manage in response was a few scattered whimpers. 

he abruptly unsheathed himself from inside you, and strangled whines escaped your throat at his sudden absence. no! more, please, please, suguru please, you murmured with an embarrassing lack of control and your boyfriend couldn’t do anything but laugh at you in your shameful state.

“turn around and open those pretty lips,” he reached down and helped you to flip over before straddling your chest and pressing his hot, sticky member against your lips. 

you opened them graciously, too braindead to even notice the bitter taste of his precum mixed with your own fluids. he mouth-fucked you with obscene force, the walls of your throat painfully expanding every time he thrusted in. you choked and sputtered, drool leaking down your lips and all over your chin. 

when suguru’s own orgasm was right on the cusp he removed himself from your mouth and sprayed his seed all over your face. from your forehead to your chest you were coated in sticky globs of semen, and you sucked down the drips that made it into your mouth like they were liquid gold. 

“lets see how many of your precious viewers come back after this — now that they saw you disintegrate into the helpless little cum slut that you are, now that they know you’re mine”. 

#getou suguru #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou #getou smut #getou suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk oneshot #jjk x reader #smut #geto suguru #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader

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Proceed With Caution // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: The reader doesn’t expect to become involved in a hostage situation with her fiance’s older sister, the older sister’s best friend and the best friend’s date from hell. With the addition of a SWAT member, how will the taking of dispatch change?

Warnings: Swearing, blood, threats, angst, guns, hostage/kidnapping

Words: 5.9k

A/N: Recently got into the tv show 9-1-1 and completely fell in love with Buck so here I am writing for him as well. This takes place during the season three episode ‘The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1’. Reader and Buck are already in an established relationship.

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The apartment was quiet as the sound of your keys clattered in the bowl on the countertop. It was pretty early in the morning, so you had no doubts that Buck would be just waking up. On his days off, he would use the first day to catch up on sleep; based on prior times, he would be up in half an hour.

“Buck?” You called out from the kitchen. You heard a groan from the loft where Buck was in the process of waking up, “I forgot to drop off that book Maddie wants to borrow. When I get back, do you want to get breakfast?”

A grumble you somehow translated to approval was what you received in response. You jogged up the stairs to the loft to grab the book from your bookshelf. Buck’s bare leg stretched out from underneath the comforter on your side. The soft sighs Buck made in his sleepy state tugged at your heart; the sighs grew louder when you bent to kiss his head.

“See you in a bit.” You whispered to the sleepy soft male. He sleepily grinned in response before curling into your pillow.

The sound of your footsteps softened on the steps back to the main level of the apartment. Your keys snagged from the bowl before you gently closed the door behind you. The sun was gorgeous to be awake to see and had Buck not worked a long shift, you’d have adored watching it with him.

Your car pulled out of the parking spot in the Los Angeles Service Center’s direction that Maddie worked at. Your lips quirked as the radio spewed out the station that Christopher listened to in the car. You could even pick up the book in the backseat where he called his spot. The book could be found in Buck’s Jeep as well.

It had maybe three days since you’d seen the young Diaz, and damn did you miss the kid. Christopher has his enigmatic quality that demanded you love him for all that made him simply Christopher. The second you’d met him, you knew he would mean a lot to you.

You hummed in time with the song that was currently Christopher’s absolute favourite. Slowly you went from humming to singing along when the light turned green. A handful of songs came and went on the admittedly long drive due to traffic.

It was about forty minutes after leaving your apartment that you parked next to Maddie’s car in the parking lot. Lucy was sitting at the front office with a grin you matched. The woman buzzed you before she clocked out with her reprieve Jake.

“Hey, Sue!” You grinned at the older redhead. Sue had absolutely no problem seeing you, given that you were welcome in the building.

Sue’s first interaction was when you came to the centre to pick up Maddie when she came to work sick. Maddie had managed to keep it under wraps for an hour before Sue caught on. Ever since, Sue was fond of asking Maddie about her brother and you.

“Maddie’s not in just yet.” Sue spoke with a kind smile, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to meet with one of our sit alongs.”

You nodded towards her while beelining for the woman’s bathroom, hoping to catch Maddie after using it. You’d drank too much water on your run earlier this morning. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate in the time you’d entered the bathroom, several things happened. Lucy ended her shift, Jake started his shift, and a group of strangers entered the building.

Your hand went to push open the door when through the crack, you saw two men you’d never seen before. Years of your job gave you enough feeling to know that something wasn’t right. That being said, you eased the door closed and attempted to find a hiding spot.

The garbage was too narrow and had no lid. The few seconds you had left, you glanced up. The ceiling hadn’t been renovated in many years. Rectangular sheets could be raised. Thankful of the rock climbing lessons you’d done with Maddie, you managed to crawl into the ceiling just as the two men entered.

“Nobody’s here.” The one-man with his head as pale and shiny as a cue ball. He gave off the most creepy vibe; the shorter Hispanic man wasn’t as violent looking, “Kinda hoping someone tries something. I’ve wanted to try out this.”

The man waved the large gun in his hand with a sick smile that twisted your stomach. That was the moment you’d realized something was very wrong. The second they left, you gently dropped back on the ground. Your first instinct was to send a message to Athena, but there was a fatal flaw. You’d expected to be in and out of the building quickly, so you’d left your phone in the car.

“Fuck.” You swore. One hand roughly running over your forehead as you contemplated figuring out a plan.

The building had many cameras throughout that you knew the blindspots for. The year after high school and during the summers, you’d worked in the building. Despite having worked here when you were younger, it was never during Sue’s shift. Over the years, you’d come to know the blind spots and a few cameras that were decoys. You even remembered Maddie and her friend Josh complaining about three cameras not fixed yet.

“Think.” You breathed, making a pattern of pacing, “They’ll need a lookout. They’ll take out the security guard first. The front doors are out. It’s a team, so they’ll also need eyes on the building. Terry is definitely a hostage.”

Of course, you’d end up in a volatile situation during the first half of your day before your shift started. The only comforting thing about the situation was the holstered gun on your hip and the badge on your belt. Maybe you should backtrack to why you had a gun and badge; you were an LAPD member, specifically SWAT.

“The changeroom.” You breathed, recalling it was down the hall with no camera. All you needed to do was pretend to be a dispatcher. The changeroom, now mostly a file room, had a few extra maroon and blue uniform shirts.

You timed it. The man holding Sue’s tablet was in the process of talking with his cohort, so you dashed to the room. You took no time in changing into a loose maroon shirt with your thick sweater overtop to hide the gun in the small of your back.

Your holster, badge and personal shirt tucked in the bottom of a box for safekeeping. As soon as you saw your entry, you sat with the group of hostages a hall over. A few looked surprised but let it go when you raised one finger to your lips.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Maddie hissed from the other side of a startled Josh. Both of them were surprised at seeing you here, “Oh my god. Buck is going to kill me.”

“I was dropping off your book before I get breakfast with Buck, but it appears my small bladder saved my life.” You snarked with your eyes scanning the room, “What’s going on?”

“That is my date from hell, Greg.” Josh inconspicuously pointed towards the man, clearly giving orders. The anger flared inside you, “You need to get out.”

“Josh, no offence, but I’m an officer with the LAPD. I work with SWAT. I’m your best bet of making it out alive.” You informed the dispatch duo, who went still as Cue Ball patrolled the hallway with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“They took control of the building for a reason we don’t know about. We’re still working but under strict monitoring. They said it will be an hour, but we’ve seen their faces.”

“No witnesses.” You finished for Maddie with a deep sigh, “Unfortunately I left my phone in the car. Did they take yours-”

“They took Linda’s EpiPen. Of course, we don’t have phones.” Maddie sighed, leaning back to rest her head against the wall. Not even having a SWAT member by her side was comforting; your badge put a more significant target on you.

“We have to warn someone.” Josh mumbled to both Maddie and you, “You’re on shift Y/N?”

“Not for a few hours. I was supposed to drop off the book and get breakfast with Buck before my shift. This was supposed to be five minutes tops, so I left my phone in my car.”

“I already did.” Maddie spoke with a sad look on her face that overtook the fear, “I just hope he gets the message.”

Your hand reached out to squeeze the woman you’d had a hand in raising Buck more than their parents. Maddie had become family when you first started dating Buck. The in-law part of her familial relationship to you never crossed your minds; you were simply sisters to each other.

“Who?”

“Chim. I told him I loved him.” Maddie finished with a teary gaze. It made you sick seeing that look again after Doug.

You remembered seeing that haunted look when she stumbled out of the thicker woods covered in blood. You’d stayed by Athena’s side when Buck clutched her so tight and sobbed with her. It had been before you’d become serious with the man, but it was that frightening day that Buck fell for you. You’d just finished a taxing shift with your team when you heard about Maddie was missing, and Chim was in the hospital. You’d ignored the exhaustion to search high and low through your work contacts before narrowing the search area.

“Good thing Chimney obsesses over the little things.” You spoke, slouching down against the wall, “We’ll get throu-”

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Maddie warned you with her brows furrowed together, and you saw what she was doing. Despite your years of experience and the gun you had, she pushed her fear down behind the concern that a big sister shows her young siblings.

“I won’t.”

At 8am, Buck was just entering the apartment building from grabbing the mail addressed to both you and him when Chim had called.

“Yup, go for Buck.” Buck spoke, opening the door to the apartment he’d only temporarily left. His morning had been late after his long shift the night before. The most productive thing was dressing for his breakfast date with you and grabbing the mail.

“How come 9-1-1 doesn’t respond when I call?” Chimney questioned the younger, now confused male.

“Uh, is that some kind of riddle? Like who watches the watchmen?” Buck asked, closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned around for any indication you’d returned home, but the bowl was vacant of your keys.

“Neither of those things are riddles. Okay, I just tried calling 9-1-1, and I got the high call volume message. Did I miss an earthquake or something?”

“Nope, pretty chill morning.” Buck responded as he closed the fridge door with a bottle of water in hand. The entire conversation wasn’t concerning to him, given that Chimney was often like this.

“Where’s Y/N? She’s the police she’ll know-”

“She’s not home right now. Wait, why are you calling 9-1-1? Is everything okay?” Buck slowly asked with his brows coming together. The sigh of frustration from Chimney was answer enough.

“Your sister said that she loved me.”

“Yeah. Wasn’t that uh, the whole point in that big date you had last night?” Buck inquired on his way to the table. He had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation that would hopefully pass the time until you got home.

“You declare your love, and she declares hers? That’s how it went with Y/N and me.”

“Yeah, I know, okay, but she didn’t, all right? At least not last night. Look, she made this big deal saying that she couldn’t say those words, and then this morning, she blurts them out and hangs up on me.” Chimney speaks, pacing in his own apartment. The side by the side of Chimney and Buck’s separate apartments told different tales of their states.

“It’s still not quite sounding like an emergency.”

“’Cause I sound insane.” Chimney spoke, staring up at the ceiling with a battle in his mind. He wants Buck to talk him out of this, but he also wants Buck to agree with him, “She’s at the call centre. What could happen there? You know what, forget it, I’ll try Y/N again.”

“Again?” Buck questioned just as his co-worker ended the call. Buck tugged his phone away from his ear to stare at it confused.

You always answered the phone if you weren’t working at the moment, but given you still had hours, he found it unsettling. After seeing the news report with the ladder truck on top of him, calls weren’t ignored between you two. That feeling of concern grew when you didn’t answer his call either. Nor the second one.

“Nah, she’s probably talking with Maddie.” Buck spoke, but that second-guessing feeling didn’t dissipate. 

In the call centre, you’d been marched to one of the stations with a deep hope that you’d remember everything. It had been years by then since you’d worked as a dispatcher. It didn’t help with the gunmen patrolling the room.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” You calmly questioned the caller.

“Hi, my cat is up the tree by my house. Could you send someone?”

“Can I get your name?” You went through the motions of getting her name and address before you informed the woman, “Okay, the LAFD and LAPD no longer respond to calls of cats in trees. The cat will make its way down on its own. If the tree is in your backyard, I’d use the time to garden or read a book on this beautiful day.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“It’s no problem. Having a wonderful day Susan.”

In no time at all, you’d been rotated into the board room away from Josh and Maddie. It gave you time to inspect everyone you hadn’t made contact with yet. No one appeared harmed other than in distress with the situation.

“Downtown. They don’t want anyone downtown.” Linda whispered as Maddie was guided onto the floor by the elbow. You’d only gathered her name from her near-silent introduction to you when the hired guns had been far from your area.

“Let’s go.” Greg snapped, roughly pushing you towards the conference room. Something deep in your gut already predicted that someone was going to be stupid.

It was your sharp eyesight catching the minuscule agitation in Greg’s interactions with the Cue Ball guy. The slight tightening of his grip on the gun, the tension in the room growing stifling. And everyone knows that when emotions run high stupid things happen.

“Why do they keep moving us around like this?” The man beside Maddie questioned. He was definitely the most shaken of the group. He was basically shaking like a chihuahua.

“To disorient us.” Maddie spoke, staring at the group monitoring the dispatchers currently in play. Her eyes refused to leave them.

“So, we can’t make a plan.” You finished for your sister-in-law. Objectively out of everyone, Maddie, Sue and you were the most collected individuals for various reasons.

Maddie had lived in a volatile house with a man that could be unpredictable if a situation called for it in his mind. Sue had been working in the centre for years to navigate the emergency while you walked into dangerous situations.

“Jamal.” The shaking man spoke, holding his hand out towards you, “Are you new?”

“No.” You spoke as you shook his hand, “I’m Y/N. Maddie’s sister-in-law. I’m filling in as a favour for Sue.”

The lie slipped off your lips a little too quickly. You decided to come to this hostage situation as if you were undercover. It meant having to ignore that Maddie was in the situation with you.  

“Worst day for a favour.” Jamal snorted with his eyes pinned on one of the armed men holding all your lives in their hands. You’d have spoken, but Jamal checked out mentally from the conversation waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The shoe dropped when the IT Specialist announced numbly, “Jake’s dead. They shot him.”

It didn’t matter how long you’d been working for the LAPD, any death, whether it was a civilian or a criminal, it was still was startling. Jake, the security guard that alternated shifts with Lucy, wasn’t someone you spoke with. He was on shift when you weren’t here or just missed the shift change.

“We need to get a message out.” Jamal spoke, glancing at the only people in the right state of mind, and those were Maddie, Josh and you. Terry had seen the violence these men had no issues with.

“I did.” Josh breathed, thinking of the arguably cute security guard he sometimes liked to stare at, “A woman called about onions in an omelette. I dispatched an officer.”

“To the restaurant?” Maddie inquired with her pinkie connected with yours for comfort. Both of you would prefer your SO’s hand instead.

“Not exactly.” Josh replied, staring at his best friend with a glimpse of hope in his brown eyes.

Hope may be the only way you could get out of this without hurting anyone in your admittedly surface level plan.

“Buck will think something is up.” You added 

Buck had begun pacing the kitchen of the apartment with Chim adamantly telling his friend his plan to go to the centre. Buck had joined Chimney in the concerned department when you had failed to return to the apartment, return calls and to make matters worse, so was Maddie. His texts had gone unanswered as well, not even having the read receipt on.

“She’s not picking up either. I tried Y/N and Josh, but neither replied. When I tried Maddie and Josh, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Now, I’m definitely going.” Chimney announced, shoving his wallet into his pocket just as someone began knocking on his door.

“What if something is wrong? I know Y/N is a member of SWAT but radio silence? No text to let me know she was called in early?” Buck thought aloud with his finger dragging along his thigh, “Maybe we should call the police.”

“I...think someone already did.” Chimney informed Buck as he stared at the sudden appearance of Sergeant Athena Grant at his door.

“What? What do you mean?” Buck hastily questioned, leaning against the kitchen island. He could just faintly hear Athena speaking on Chimney’s end of the phone, “Chimney? What’s going on?”

“Athena was sent to my apartment. Hang on, Buck, I’m just gonna tell Athena what’s going on.”

Buck stepped away from the island to settle on the stairs to the loft, impatiently waiting for Chimney to finish speaking. That fear of losing pieces of his life expanded deep in his gut, just like the times Maddie left in his childhood. That fear of being left behind.

“What’s she’s saying now?”

“She’s making her case.” Chim whispered as he continued to eavesdrop on Athena’s call with her higher-ups, “Now she’s folding like a cheap suit.”

“All right, let me talk to Athena.” Buck demanded antsy to figure out the situation that clearly had something wrong. That fear he’d thought of early flared catching the tail end of Athena’s conversation, “No! No, no. We can’t just send in SWAT. If there is someone inside the call centre doing something, they’ll know we’re onto them.”

Unfortunately, Buck was correct in this thought process, all thanks to living with a SWAT member. He knew these things after the years he’d been with you.

“Maddie? I think I can sneak up to Terry’s computer. Maybe get eyes on the place-”

“No!” Terry nearly shouted, stiffening when Cue Ball hesitated in the doorway at his sudden shouts. You all held your breath for his reaction, but thankfully he was called away by one of the men, “They have-”

“Terry, I need you to calm down. I’m familiar with these types of situations. I’m SWAT. I need to get on top of this. Don’t be a hero.”

Maddie’s head began to shake when your arm was roughly grabbed by Greg, “Your turn.”

You were separated from Josh and Maddie, but instead of being pushed into one of the dispatcher seats, you were pulled to the original hallway.

“I don’t like how friendly you are with them.” Greg spat, shoving you to rest against the wall, “Don’t move.” 

You catch the eyes of Maddie with an apologetic expression before you used the pacing routine to sneak away. You didn’t release your breath until you were attaching your holder to your hip in the change room. By now, your team would be aware that something was wrong, Hondo would be hell-bent on finding you.

Until you had help, you were on your own.

You used each blindspot of the cameras in the halls to the stairwell, and you used a broom to adjust the cameras. The cameras not kept you from view but not appearing suspicious. Once at the floor where Terry was practically always at you softly closed the door. 

You’d only started to sit down when you heard the ding of the elevator, “Shit.”

You slipped into the closest containing extra parts if anything broke. Through the crack, you saw Terry being held at gunpoint. The gunman that had been holding the tablet on the floor, Ellis as you’d heard.

“You’re telling me every cop in the city has just disappeared?” Ellis demanded as Terry, and he disappeared around one of the corners. The tapping of a screen indicating Ellis was searching for something with Terry’s involuntary help.

“I’m telling you, I don’t know!” Terry snapped back, creating even more tension in the room, but Ellis didn’t move to grab his gun.

Ellis appeared to the only one reluctant to discharge your weapon, unlike Cue Ball, who just happened to join the party.

“Figure it out!” Ellis spat, turning on his heel at the sound of approaching footsteps. You could see him roll his eyes at his team member walking into the room.

“What’s going on here?” Cue ball questioned the duo in different kinds of distress, and you swore Cue Ball enjoyed the intimidation from his teammate and the IT specialist.

“That police car’s not the only one that’s gone dark.” Ellis nervously spoke, stiffening for the volatile reaction that one could expect from Foster.

“You think they know we’re here?” 

“Foster, it could be a system glitch.” Ellis offered keeping one eye on Cue Ball while monitoring Terry’s work as well.

Cue Ball spoke a sentence that sent chills up your spine, “Time to cut our losses.”

As Foster and Ellis began going over their personal plans made out of Greg’s knowledge, you noticed Terry glance over. His eyes widened slightly before quickly looking away when you raised a finger across your lips.

“We can go down the back stairs. I have a car waiting around the corner, we split the art up between the five of us, and we go our separate ways.” Foster spoke, revealing his plan to double-cross Greg, which in all honesty made sense. Greg was ill-fitting to be in charge of their operation, unable to control his lackeys.

“I like that part of the deal.” Ellis breathed, skirting around the trigger happy criminal only to halt in his steps, “Wait, you’ve got a car parked down the street? You were always gonna double-cross Greg.”

“You weren’t?”

“If we’re gonna do this, you can’t just sell famous works of art on eBay.”

“You can’t sell them from prison either.”

At that moment, something almost shifted in the area, something that made you pull your gun from your holster. Your body telling you something was about to happen. It happened in a split second. Foster fled the room leaving only Ellis just outside. With Terry frantically shaking his head, you tiptoed to the unsuspecting criminal.

“LAPD!” You shouted, pointing your gun towards the shocked man, “Put the gun down and put your hands up.”

“Aren’t you a dispatcher?” Ellis questioned, blinking in surprise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be intelligent? Next time check the schedule I haven’t worked here in years.” You spat, keeping your gun pointed on him, “Do I say-”

The sound of two guns going off made Terry flinch and scream as he instinctively dropped to the ground. IT was supposed to be safe, but Terry had now heard three gunshots in under two hours. He really didn’t want to see the outcome of the shots.

A moan coaxed Terry to peek out through the privacy glass. Ellis was on the ground while you kept your gun on him. He didn’t see anything else when the power went out. He didn’t see you drop to your knees, but he heard you.

“Terry...get down. Lay on your stomach with your hands insight, and don’t move.” You informed the terrified IT just as the floor was swarmed.

“Put the gun down!” The sound of Tan’s voice was welcoming as you slowly placed the gun on the ground. “25-David I have Y/L/N. The suspect is down, need medical.”

You got back to your feet when Tan nodded his head, “Thank god. There’s a possible body in the IT room along with the It Specialist Terry.”

“You got your badge on you?” Tan questioned as he cuffed the moaning Ellis up, “Street can you escort her down?”

Street nodded from his position, watching Tan’s back before guiding you to the stairs with hawk eyes. Even off duty, you kept your head on a swivel.

“You caused quite the commotion.” Street spoke halfway down the stairs when you barely mumbled. He caught you as you went down like a sack of potatoes, “Y/N!”

“Adrenaline is crashing.” You moaned, looking at your shoulder where the maroon had grown darker, “I think he shot me.”

“26-David I’m in the stairway. Prepare a medic.” Street spoke into his radio before he strapped the gun away and swept you into his arms, “Think you can have my back?”

“When don’t I?” You wheezed, with the sweat starting to bead on your forehead. As you crashed from adrenaline, you barely noticed being placed on the ground at the main entrance.

A paramedic cutting your borrowed shirt to reveal the bullet hole in your shoulder courtesy of Ellis, the only member who’d thought wouldn’t shoot his gun. You could vaguely hear Maddie calling out your name as you were loaded onto a gurney.

“M-Maddie?” You spoke, tilting your head to see Chris holding Maddie back from, “Chris! That’s my sister in law.”

Chris only let Maddie go when Hondo gave the all-clear, and you were so thankful when Maddie’s hand encased yours.

“Don’t close your eyes.” Maddie pleaded sick with the amount of blood on your skin and soaking through the gauze, “Who’s gonna help me put up with my little brother?”

“Buck.” You breathed sluggishly, blinking as the artificial lights changed to natural with the gun shining through the glass front doors.

“You didn’t let me close mine in that ambulance, so I need you to do the same. Don’t close them. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Maddie cried as an officer pulled her aside as you were stopped. You wouldn’t remember it, but Maddie had to watch as you coded right in front of her.

Maddie had to watch them perform CPR on you and fight for a pulse. She had to think of how’d she’d tell her little brother she’d killed his fiance. The counting of the paramedics sounded as if underwater, and as they did, the world went quiet. Her mind checked out as the trauma settled in.

Maddie stumbled out of the building into a zoo of officers, medics, and news reporters almost robotically. She barely felt Chimney hug her, but she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed.

“It’s all my fault.” Maddie gasped, collapsing against him, “If I had-”

“Maddie?”

Chimney felt Maddie stiffen at the sound of Buck’s voice amidst the multiple voices milling around. Maddie raised her gaze to meet Buck’s blue eyes dripping in relief and question.

“Buck.”

“Maddie, where’s Y/N? Her car…” Buck trailed off, catching the utter heartbreak in his big sister’s eyes. A look he’d come to know in his line of work as a firefighter. The utter devastation that came with watching someone you love die, “No. No.”

“I got a pulse!” Came from the nearest ambulance, and Buck skirted around his sister and Chimney, “Ready to transport!” 

Your eyes slowly blinked at the white ceiling of the ambulance with pain in your midsection courtesy of chest compressions. Breathing came painful, and the bullet wound throbbed, but it all faded when you saw blue eyes above you.

“Buck.” You sobbed, more like groaned, as he was urged to sit on the bench holding your hand, “Maddie?”

“She’s okay. Chim’s got her. Can you keep your eyes on me? I need to see those big beautiful e/c eyes.” Buck soothed, bringing your hand to his lips, “Did I ever tell you my favourite colour?”

Despite Buck’s best attempts, you continued fading in and out of consciousness but continued to be stable. He spoke about the funny video Eddie had shown him of Christopher at the end of their shift last night. He talked about everything and anything under the sun during the short ride to the hospital.

The last thing you saw was Buck being held back as the paramedics pushed the gurney into the ER. Everything turned black.

The beeping was the first thing you heard before your eyes fluttered open to a stark white room and that unmistakable hospital scent. You noticed the second thing as Buck holding your hand in both of his with his forehead pressed against them.

“Buck?” You moaned to the one person you had wished to see. The man whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, “What’s wrong?”

“Your heart stopped beating twice. I thought I was gonna lose you.” Buck cried with his lips pressed against your hand, “I was so worried.”

“Hey. I’m fine. I’m here.” You cooed, tugging one hand away to run through his messy hair with a soft smile. His blue eyes brighten at the familiar feeling of your digits in his hair, “I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t here for decoration.”

His eyes found the ring he’d gently placed back on your finger from when the nurses had removed it. It only left your finger when you were on duty, in which it was slung on a necklace hidden under your uniform.

“Better not be.”

“Does the hospital have a chapel?” You questioned out of the blue leading to Buck snorting as you giggled, “I’m serious. When I was bleeding in that building, all I could think about was you. If Maddie is anything like you, she’s waiting in the waiting room with Chimney.”

“You aren’t wrong. All the chairs are taken. Our family was waiting for you to wake up.” Buck breathed, leaning closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “Are you sure?”

“About marrying you?” You softly questioned the man who couldn’t help but believe this was a dream. How he’d somehow got the girl of his dreams to agree to marry his ass, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. All I want to share is your last name for the rest of my life. You are it for me, Evan Buckley. All the flaws you see are beautiful to me.”

“Only you would want to get married after being shot mere hours ago.” Buck chuckled with a sigh pulled from his pink lips, “I’ll get the doctor for you and find out if we can be married here.”

While you were checked out, Buck left the room to go back to the waiting room where the 118 and your co-workers waited. Everyone perked up at his appearance, Christopher asleep on Eddie’s lap.

“Is she okay?” Bobby questioned as the tension in the room grew more and more. It shattered into relief when Buck grinned.

“She’s sore as expected. She’s gonna catch some sleep, but she’d like to see Maddie.” Buck replied, pinning his gaze on his big sister with her curled into Chimney’s body. Her cheeks flooded with tears of absolute relief, “C’mon.”

The waiting room started emptying with Buck’s promise to keep everyone updated, but before Bobby could step away, Buck asked for him.

“Do you need a few days off?” Bobby questioned just as Buck came closer to the seasoned firefighter.

“No. But could you spare an hour?” The expression on Buck’s face was enough for Bobby not to ask any further questions. He simply followed Buck back towards your hospital room, where Maddie and Chim waited.

“What’s going on?” Bobby inquired, with the addition of the hospital assigned Priest holding the standard bible. Chimney could only shrug in response to whatever was going on.

“I know there have been times we haven’t seen eye to eye, but Bobby, you’re like a father to me. You gave me chance after chance when anyone else would have given up. You guided me on how to be a man. Y/N and I would like it if you’d be here for this.”

“Wait, are you getting married? What about the wedding?” Maddie spluttered, flicking her gaze between her brother and you. Her question surprised her boyfriend and Bobby.

“We’ll still have it. But I want to marry her without the pressure of our parents. Just a private ceremony with some of the people that mean the most to us.” Buck answered for the two of you, “Would you stay?”

“Of course.” Maddie softly spoke with a slideshow of memories playing in her mind of watching Buck grow up.

Watching Evan go through all kinds of injuries, all in the name of attention but never getting it the way he deserved it. She remembered giving him advice for asking out Donna and holding him when he was rejected. The little toddler with the impish grin somehow turned into an idiot in the hospital.

Maddie saw the man her little brother had turned into with the help of the 118 and you.

Buck’s fingers made quick work of buttoning his short-sleeve uniform with the sudden appearance of his friend.

“That’s new.” Eddie spoke from his opened locker holding his uniform and a picture of his family on the door. It was a picture of Christopher, Buck, you and Eddie from the zoo a couple months back.

Buck looked over at his best friend, “Hm?”

“The ring.” Eddie snorted dramatically, looking at the ring that had been living on his finger since he married you five days ago, “Did my invite get lost in the mail?”

“Nah, we just got married in the hospital. We’re still planning the wedding to appease both sides of our family. And I promised Christopher he could be in the wedding. With Y/N on medical leave, the planning will be faster. She’s going stir crazy after five days.” Buck finished tucking in the shirt into his work-issued pants. Lastly, he slid his ring onto the metal chain he had bought recently.

Like you did, he would wear it around his neck when working for safety reasons.

“I’m happy for you, man.” Eddie told his friend just as the bell rang, “You’ll have to tell me how you’re liking the married life.”

“But first, we have a job to do.” Buck supplied all the while jogging to suit up in his turnout gear with Hen and Chimney.

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