#i had fun with it!! almost titled the chapter cereal but thought not.

[allthecastlesonclouds]

final chapter is out now!! 

#fabian seacaster #fabian aramais seacaster #dimension 20 #fantasy high #hallariel seacaster #fhsy #d20 fanart #this update is also known as: castles punches fabian in the back repeatedly and with force #i had fun with it!! almost titled the chapter cereal but thought not.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 41

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 41

Lin Yan shook his head.

The old man smiled and said: "As soon as you stretched out your hand, I knew it wasn't him when I smelled it. Hong Sheng's hand, what did it smell like? It smelled of oil and mud, like someone who works hard. Your little hands are so clean, the soap smell almost made me sneeze, and the smell of oranges was overpowering. How could you fool me?"

Lin Yan couldn't help but smile. He put his palm under his nose to smell it, but he was a little surprised that there was only a strong orange scent.

"You can't smell yourself, but only those who like you can recognize it. Now that I think about it, Hong Sheng's hand was a mess, like it had been carved up by a knife. I couldn't even feel his lifeline. There was a big scar on the back of his right hand. He had gotten into a fight with some punks and his hand was slashed with a knife. A barefoot doctor sewed it up. His fingernails and toenails were also long, poking through his socks. Each finger showed a struggle. The nine loops in his fingerprints should his poor life. His index finger was a touch longer than his ring finger, and his pinky finger just reached the second knuckle of his ring finger. The palm of his hand was as rough as sandpaper. . ."

"I remember it so well." Lin Yan carried the thermos bottle and poured water for the old man. The enamel jar gently knocked on the side of the thermos. He turned around and said with a smile, "Your relationship is so good that people are jealous of it."

"If you like someone, you don't need eyes to see them clearly. If you don't like someone, even if you had four eyes, they'd be useless." The old man said quietly: "Those hands have protected me all my life. I've never seen them with my own eyes, but they are as familiar as if they were right in front of me."

"If you can say that one day, you will be inseparable from that person." The old man picked up a glass of water and asked Lin Yan with interest, "You're in your twenties, are you married?"

Lin Yan shook his head. A shadow flashed in his heart, and he forced it down and said, "No. We talked about it and almost got married, but the girl didn't want to so we ended up breaking up."

The old man sighed regretfully, "You kids, don't think I don't know. You scream every day that they don't have a house or a car, your personalities clash. They love themselves like they were the sun. You want nothing more than to give the world to your partner, but is it love? We couldn't even afford a bed at that time, but we loved each other. We made do with it and never regretted it until the day we died."

"That's not it." Lin Yan took another orange and peeled it. He threw a piece into his mouth. He thought about Weiwei's face. He was embarrassed to tell the old man that he didn't like girls and almost got engaged to someone else. The old man was unrelenting and he continued to ask him: "Just describe it like I did, and I'll see if you two can make it."

Lin Yan chuckled and sat up straight. He was worried that the old man would get tired of talking too much, and he found this topic amusing, so he began to recount his memories with Weiwei: "She. . . she. . . well, she's very beautiful. She has a sharp chin, likes to have fun, she's got an independent personality. I like. . ."

He fumbled his words. Lin Yan tried hard to describe Weiwei to the old man, but found that he knew almost nothing about her. She was the one who had lived under the same roof as him for more than a year and gave him the most ordinary happiness and joy. He frowned and recalled a memory of her busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. The strange thing was that the image of Weiwei in his mind was only a slender back. There were fried eggs and milk cereal on the table, and bright sunlight fell on the ground. Lin Yan thought, Why is the scene so familiar?

The tall and slender young master held a frozen fish in his hand and said cautiously, "I wanted to make you breakfast."

The jade-like skin and the bright smile on his face appeared at close range, thinking that Lin Yan had accepted him after that crazy night. Like a child who finally got his candy, he contentedly hugged his waist, chin on his shoulder, and tenderly said, I'll be gentler next time.

There was no next time. It felt like a needle had stabbed Lin Yan's heart so badly he was bleeding.

He forgot who said that if there was only love between two people, nothing but love will matter, but the reality is that countless people spend their whole lives without meeting that person who makes their heart tremble. Not everyone is lucky enough to see the purest form of love, the love that exists beyond physical attraction. More people, more and more people, nearly 50 years old, have lives full of treasure, painted pillars and carved beams, children around their knees; the appearance of unity, but divided at heart. Same bed, different dreams.*

*(T/N: 同床异梦 - an expression that describes a relationship between two people whose lives are intimately intertwined, but who do not fundamentally communicate with each other.)

Who said that you could hold hands and grow old together? The people who can grow old together do not necessarily have affection, and the people who have affection do not necessarily grow old together. Their fate is dreary and treacherous. . . Unfortunately, no matter how they live, they only have one life.

His heart was in a mess and he didn't say anything else. The old man was a little disappointed, muttering something about the youth of today. He put his hand under the covers and covered them. He couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Seemingly encouraged by the slightly contemptuous expression on the old man's face, Lin Yan dropped his smile. He took a deep breath and turned his eyes to the window. In the gray rain, in the gray city, there was a person walking in an invisible far away place. . .

He whispered softly in a dreamy voice: "He's tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He likes to frown. When he frowns, there's always a line between his eyebrows. He's always squinting at me. The bridge of his nose is very straight. It has a small bump, and it's said that people with a bump in their nose have bad tempers. He's more stubborn than me. When he's angry, he always holds back and doesn’t speak. It really annoys me and then he gets all soft. . . He's very jealous, jealous of everything. His fingers are long and slender, and the bones stand out. His whole body is cold. His hair grows to a little below his waist. His appearance won't change, but his nails and hair can grow longer. Like they say in rural areas, before he left, I wanted to help him cut his nails, but I didn't have time. . ."

Every part of his heart ached. Lin Yan held his breath and continued: "When he walks, his back is very straight, he stands out. He always smells like honey locust soap. Not a body wash, but soap. He can play the piano and is good at calligraphy and painting, but he doesn't even want to comb his hair by himself. He wants me to help him put on his clothes. He doesn't know how to cut vegetables, and he insists on making fish for me. He stays in my bed and refuses to move. I could never get rid of him. . ."

He thought that something was wrong with him. Why did it feel like there was something stuck in his throat? Why did it feel like there was a stone in his chest?. . .

"He is sometimes very aggressive, but it's all for my own good. He follows me wherever I go. He has to wait at the door when I go to the bathroom. He is so proud that I want to slap him, but he can put up with waiting for me in the most humbling of places. . . He looks good in everything. . . I'm willing to buy him anything he wants. . . I. . . I. . ."

With his face buried in his hands, his voice was hoarse and almost inaudible: "I miss him, I really miss him. . ."

Lin Yan pinched his forehead with his fingers, his thumb resting on his chin. His chest hurt as if it was split open. His eyes were red, and he could no longer control the emotions that he had repressed for the past several days. He didn't want to lose his composure, so covered his mouth and covered his eyes. He fought to keep his expression neutral a couple more times before he finally burst into tears in front of the old man. He buried his face in his lap and sobbed: "What should I do? He doesn't want me anymore. He's not coming back. . . What should I do. . ."

The old man slowly patted Lin Yan's head. His dry hands gently stroked the back of his head and said softly: "It's alright, it's alright. Don't overthink things. How can you be so fond of him and still let him go? This is a mistake a child would make."

Lin Yan shook his head and said hoarsely, "We can't be together."

"Hong Sheng and I have suffered a lifetime of glares, and it's not over yet. There is no can or can't, it just depends on whether you want it or not." The old man slowly comforted.

"We're different from you and Hong Sheng. We simply can't live together. We're always arguing, and we're both too stubborn for our own good. We both think that the other needs to be more considerate. I can't stand it anymore..." Lin Yan struggled to see through his red eyes. He thought of the ghost's cold eyes in the hospital and his unwillingness to compromise, even in the face of death, and he felt another stab in his heart.

He thought that the old man would question their conflicting personalities, but the old man burst out laughing as if he had been listening to the troubles of a three-year-old child: "What a silly boy. How can you live without arguing? The more you like them, the more you pick at them. You didn't see me and Hong Sheng. When I was young and impatient, I was in a hurry and I ran into problems. But if I made trouble, who would really take it seriously."

Lin Yan bit his lower lip stubbornly and did not speak.

The old man laughed even harder. He touched Lin Yan's chin with a rough hand and asked, "Do you argue with others?"

"No."

"What about him?"

"No." Lin Yan said indignantly. "He doesn't pay attention to others at all. He's always stuck to me."

"There you have it. Who would spend all their energy endlessly fighting with someone who doesn't matter? The more they like them, the more they care. I think it's interesting to think about. Two children fighting each other every day at home. It's so lively." Hearing the defiance in Lin Yan's tone, the old man trembled and sighed, "A couple is only a couple if they are willing to fight. Your feelings are worth this fight, isn't that enough? At my age, there's no one left to argue with."

The old man was a little emotional. Lin Yan was silent as he thought back on the old man's words and feelings. He and Xiao Yu, who he had always thought of as a host and parasite in disguise, everything was a premeditated coincidence. The internship, encountering ghosts, the conspiracy and killings were all mysterious and bizarre. The man behind the crime was still missing. Lin Yan bit his lip. What could he trust? Only that person, only his protection and longing, was real.

There are tens of thousands of people in the world. It was his bad luck that he was the one picked for this. How are his stubbornness and unyieldingness not Xiao Yu's misfortune?

Lin Yan turned his face and said softly, "It's no use. He's gone and he's not coming back."

The old man was silent. His wrinkled face slowly shifted to show a special determined expression. He said as if he were speaking to himself: "You can't be separated that easily. So he's gone, won't you go looking for him? Who can guarantee that you won't have a moment when you fall off the wagon? If he fainted on the way to an appointment, would you still wait and leave him alone like that?"

Lin Yan wiped his nose. In front of this unhesitating old man, he suddenly felt embarrassed by his outburst. He cleaned up his messy face, and asked rhetorically, "What about you? If you and Hong Sheng argue and he gets angry and leaves, do you look for him?"

"I'd look for him. I'd definitely look for him. I can't see so he didn't dare leave whenever he was angry. If he did leave, I would have to find him." The old man said calmly. That unexplained determination spread from his expression to his words, like making a solemn promise in the face of emptiness, "Peel another orange. You won't be able to eat it even if you want to later."

Lin Yan thought that the old man was saddened by his lover's death, so he took out a bigger one from the plastic bag. While picking out the strings, he promised, "I'll visit you often from now on, and you can tell me if you want something to eat."

The old man smiled noncommittally and stopped talking.

When the next day came, the weather was still cloudy and rainy, and the vendors who had set up the stall were gone. Lin Yan went to several supermarkets to find the old man's favourite sugar candy oranges. The elevator in the hospital was still not repaired. He climbed all the way up to the sixth floor. When he opened the door, Lin Yan suddenly found that the old man's bed was empty. Two nurses were changing the sheets, and the whole room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

"Where's Mr. Liang?" Lin Yan asked while standing at the door, holding a plastic bag.

"He's gone. He had sudden heart failure at four o'clock this morning." The nurse expressionlessly threw both the enamel jar and the thermos into a basket and kicked it out with her foot. "Are you a family member? Just in time, pack up his things. "

Lin Yan was anxious: "Yesterday, he was talking and eating well. Why did he go so suddenly?"

Another nurse chimed in: "He was old, which is something young people still seem to have trouble understanding. It was only a matter of time." After saying that, they sighed, "Actually, he was resuscitated this morning, and he woke up not long after the doctor left. He took off the oxygen mask by himself. . . When I came to do rounds this morning, his whole body was stiff. I heard he was a lonely old man. He had probably lived long enough, poor thing."

The plastic bag slipped from his hand, and the oranges rolled across the floor. Lin Yan stared blankly at the vacated hospital bed and suddenly understood what the old man said yesterday.

He didn't miss his time to go. Liang Qing went to his Hong Sheng as if it was the simplest and most natural thing. He was in heaven, on his way to the Yellow Springs. He used death to fulfill a promise. From now on, they will hold each other's hands and never leave each other, never be alone.

Lin Yan walked far away from the morgue but he was still in a trance. The expression of the old man in the morgue was peaceful. It was even like he was smiling, as if he was immersed in a beautiful dream and forgot to wake up. The rain fell a little less. Lin Yan walked forward dazedly. His face was cold. He raised his head and fine raindrops fell into his eyes, and they were wet.

All of Liang Qing and Zhang Hong Sheng's savings were just enough to buy a grave in this expensive city. The old man had no children and no relatives. Only Lin Yan and a little yellow cat he took out from the old man's house came to see him off. It was hungry and was skin and bones. When it saw Lin Yan bringing the locksmith through the door, it let out a soft meow. Lin Yan gave it a few pieces of ham and a carton of milk. He touched its head and said your master is gone, I can't make up for it.

The sky was covered with heavy gray rain clouds, but the air was warm. A man and a cat stood silently in front of the grave. Two names are engraved side by side on the black marble headstone, a "forever" home.

Some promises can transcend life and death. Live together, die together, and even become ghosts and continue on together after that. . . Lin Yan hugged the kitten. He opened a black umbrella and walked back, his eyes aimlessly looking around the cemetery. He said to himself: "I'm also going to find someone. That person has a terrible temper. It's said that cats can see ghosts. If you see him, you must scratch him a few times for me."

Life is short and fate is unpredictable. Who dares to hope for perfection? How about just being with someone you fall in love with, seize every day with, and dream with together for a better tomorrow.

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[theravenclawlover]

Welcome to the Industry of Porn

Paring: Avengers X Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.

Word Count: 3,101.

Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.

Chapter: 6.

Chapter Title: Metal Fingers and Flexible Girl.

A/N: I gotta admit, I did a lot of changing for this chapter. That's why it took me so long to get it ready, and also I've been actually reading from the stack of books I have. I finally got around to finishing "The Outsider" by Stephen King, I liked it.

"You gotta be shitting me?" said Cassie as she looked at you incredulously while a small grin played on her lips.

"Why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing," said Bucky as he raised his hands in the air, but then he grinned, "I am really good at my job, thank you very much."

"Jerk," said Cassie as she rolled her eyes at him.

"Nobody's questioning your job, I just didn't think Stark was going to be putting me with the ones that have more time here? I thought maybe the other way around. You know what I mean?" you said as you looked around with your cheeks turning a bit red.

"Oh, so you wanted easy, like Spidey or maybe even Scott?" asked Natasha as she laid her head on Steve's thighs. The man blushed lightly as one of his hands went to her hair. They had told you that they weren't dating, but you and Cassie—even Bucky—were eighty-five percent sure something was up.

You blushed a little as you nodded but you shrugged not sure if telling them that it didn't matter or yourself.

"It doesn't really matter, but it was my way of thinking like 'baby steps'. But I think I'll be fine with Robocop over there," you said you stuck your tongue at him which turned into a smile. He rolled his eyes at the overused nickname, but he couldn't help himself but smile when you did.

He just knew it was going to be fun.

When the morning came to officially start working at Avengers, you woke up feeling a little bit nervous, yet a weird wave of excitement came with it and you were sure why. You've seen the man naked more times than you can count with both your hands, and you knew what he could do; you've seen that from your phone and from that one time you got to see Steve and Bucky go at it, granted, it had been a little because they used that prosthetic hand that looked somewhat real—he liked his metal one better after he grew to see it as a good thing and not a bad thing. You were nervous because you were only a couple of hours away from having the man fuck you in front of cameras, but the excitement was because the man was about to fuck you not just with his dick, no, those fingers were more than ready to be inside of you and that was enough motivation to get your body ready.

You walked into the kitchen to find Wanda, Natasha, Cassie, Peggy, and Gamora eating breakfast as they conversed.

"…that way the outfits don't clash, oh hey sleepy head, good morning," said Cassie as she saw walk toward the pantry door.

"Morning, what were you guys talking about?" you asked as you took out your favorite cereal.

"Cassie has this idea for our photoshoot tomorrow, and is pitching the idea to us before she goes to the makeup and costume department," said Gamora in her soft yet hard voice.

"Oh, fun," you said as you set your bowl on the kitchen island and took a seat between Wanda and Cassie.

"Are you nervous to get Barnes all to yourself," asked Peggy with a salacious grin. You shifted on your stool as all eyes turned to you.

"Nervous, but I'm sure I'm not the only one that's probably gotten a little nervous about having a one on one with him," you said with a small shrug.

"You are the first one aside from Rogers to get to fuck him as a one on one. Sure, we all have fucked Barnes once or twice but there's always more people involved," said Natasha as she sipped her orange juice. You stared at her with wide eyes at the new information.

"So that's why he was all grins last night," said Cassie as an afterthought.

"Well, now I'm even more nervous."

"Just think about his metal hand and you'll be fine." Peggy still held that damn salacious grin.

"Alright, we are going to pick up the scene from the point you open the door."

Anthony and Joe were both talking to you and Bucky as they directed the new scene which was the one that contained the sex scene that you had been dreading yet awaiting with utmost want.

"So, we're good?" asked Joe a last time before heading to his directing chair. You and Bucky nodded and then walked to your positions.

"Silence in set…and…ACTION!"

You opened the unlocked door of the apartment, gun in hand as you were ready to fire in case anyone jumped to attack you. Your eyes roamed the room quickly and noticed that it was clear, but something told you that the whole apartment was not. You had been sent to follow one of the many leads SHIELD had on the Winter Soldier. With cautious steps, you moved around the room and checked any room that you thought he could be, but as you moved to walk past the kitchen a foot knocked your gun off your hand. Before you could fight back, the man you had been looking for tackled you to the clear space of the living room. You grunted as you landed on your side, but quickly recovered and elbowed the man on the face. It startled him for a second, but it was enough for you to push him with your feet as you turned on your back. He landed backwards but his hand was right next to your gun which he grabbed and aimed at you, but you quickly kicked it back and sent it to the kitchen behind him. And then your knee met his jaw. You ran past him toward the kitchen to grab your gun, but the man got up faster than you could run, and he grabbed you by the waist and dragged you to the kitchen island where he threw you against, making you let out a grunt as your tummy connected with the border of it.

"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" he growled right next to your ear which made you shiver.

"I was just sent here to be of help, Captain America has been looking for you for a while now," you said as you struggled under him. He was pressing his whole body on top of yours while his metal hand took a hold of your head from slamming it against his face.

"Fuck the guy a couple of times and now he wants to bring him to his place," he said with almost a chuckle in the back of his throat.

"Fine, don't come with me but there are others that are also looking for you and I'm sure they will not be as nice and good looking as me," you said as you relaxed under him because you were starting to ache all over. Sensing your body relax made him relax which had his hips lower down to touch your ass.

"is that a gun or are you actually happy to see me?"

The man groaned as you pushed your ass against his groin. He grabbed ahold of your hair and pulled your head back that way you were able to see his face.

"Don't do that," he growled so close to your face that some of his spit landed on your cheeks, but you couldn't help the wicked grin that spread on your lips as your eyes looked at his dark ones that made his deep blue eyes a lot more alluring.

"Why? Am I getting you too excited, Soldier?" you pushed yourself harder against him and this time he pushed back. It made him close his eyes momentarily at the friction, but you had seen it and it had sent a ridiculous amount of slick down to your underwear.

"You wouldn't be able to handle me, princess." He had meant it to sound like a warning, but it only made you take it as a challenge.

"Trust me, you won't hurt me, I'm a big girl."

It seemed it had been enough teasing for the man because as soon as you said those words with the dirtiest grin directed at him, he turned you around and pulled you into a bruising kiss. He still had you pinned down which made it impossible for you to roam your fingers through his long hair, and the kiss had you practically moaning with need.

"Only a kiss and you ready to be on your knees," he said as he literally pushed you down to be on your knees. You happily waited for him to take his cock from its tight confinement.

"You're probably not that big, sweetheart," you said in a mocking tone, and you knew you were just making the man build up until he snapped and used you in all the ways he wanted.

He didn't respond with his words, but rather with the presence of his cock right in front of your face.

"Nothing to say now? Open up, princess," he practically purred with a grin as you obediently did. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand as he grabbed the thick and long cock and guided the tip of it inside your waiting mouth and tongue.

The dirtiest, sluttiest, and neediest sound erupted from your throat as the taste of his pre-cum touched your taste buds. You grabbed the base of his cock as your other hand grabbed his balls while your mouth eagerly sucked him off.

"Fuck, someone's eager," he gasped with his head thrown back as your mouth had him in the clouds.

His hands were on your hair as he helped you down his cock when you started to take him down your throat and his eyes were on you. But when you looked up at him, he could've cum, because your eyes were teary, a little red, cheeks red, sweaty, and your lips were wrapped around the girth and length of his cock.

With a whine as you sucked on his tip, he pulled you up before he could cum, and you stumbled a little as he turned you on your stomach and bent you over the same spot you had been previously pinned. His big hands roamed your body before both hands landed a nice smack to each asscheek which made you yelp but at the same time, your ass was ready for more if he wanted. Instead, he took a hold of your pants and dragged them down your legs, revealing the soaked garment of your underwear. He pulled your legs apart and kneeled down, his hands—one cold and one warm—spread your cheeks open, and as you bit your lips expectantly, his tongue met your soaked sex. You moaned as his tongue greedily explored your lower lips. He was eating you out like a starved man, tongue lapping at you, lips sucking the best he could, but the second you saw stars was when the cold hand that was helping him spread your cheeks for him, slowly made a path down your thigh and then up toward your clenching hole. You were moaning, your head kept lolling to the side as if you couldn't find a comfortable position, and your hands were clawing at the flat marble while your eyes were shut tight. But when his cold metallic fingers started to tease you as he lapped at your tight asshole, you shrieked at the harsh contrast from all the warmth that you were feeling.

"Oh fuck, please," you whined as his metal fingers kept teasing you, never fully dipping inside of you.

"So needy," said the brunet as he smirked when he pulled back to see how his fingertips glistened from the silk he was collecting. You whined when you felt his hands leave you, but then you moaned when two of his fingers plunged inside of you with a slow thrust which made you feel the stretch more than if he had just gone for it.

"You take my fingers so good, doll," he groaned as he saw how your pussy sucked his fingers in greedily. He was obsessing over the sounds you were making, the way your slick dripped down whenever his fingers tried to pull back, the way your legs were quivering as you tried to keep steady, and the way you kept muttering things to either him or yourself had him grinning like a mad man. He was obsessing over how much he wanted to grab you and fuck you senseless, but not before you came around his fingers. Good thing you were close.

"That's it, gorgeous, cum around my fingers, I bet they feel really good," he said before he gave a bit to the lower part of your asscheek which made you yelp, but it might have also been because of the ways his fingers picked up speed. You tried with all your might to keep your legs open, but when all the build-up finally snapped, your knees buckled under you. The Soldier noticed before you could collapse, kept you steady, and his fingers moved so fast that the squealing of your pussy drowned the shriek that came out of you when you came around his fingers.

"Fuck, doll, that's it," he grunted as some of your cum landed on his lips and cheeks due to the rapid motion of his fingers. He waited until you were breathing alright before he pulled his fingers out of you. He stood up and turned you around, your eyes were hooded, and a small smile was on your lips.

"Open up, princess." You opened your mouth obediently as his soaked fingers went for your mouth. You moaned obscenely when the taste of you was on your tongue, and your eyes never broke contact with him as he stared at the way you sucked his fingers off like you had his cock not long ago.

He picked you up and sat you on the kitchen island, and he positioned himself between your opened legs and pulled you down for another bruising kiss. You pulled back as he took the rest of your clothes off while your hands did the same to him. In no time both of you were fully naked and panting into each other's mouth. He pushed you back against the cold marble, your legs wide open for him and he grabbed ahold of one of your legs while with his other hand grabbed his cock to tease your sensitive sex.

"Look at you—" he inserted the tip of his cock which made you whine at the stretch it gave, "—you've only had my mouth and my tongue and you're already dazed out. You sure you can take my cock, baby girl?"

"How about you fuck me already, all this talk is making me believe you're scared your cock won't be enough," you said as you held a glare that only made the man growl and push the rest of his thick cock inside of you.

You both groaned loudly, and not letting you adjust to his size, the man started to savagely thrust into you, one leg held by his metal hand while your other legs hung in the air. You took ahold of it, and pull it down from your ankle, that way you spread yourself even more.

"Fuck, look at that—" the man let go of your leg "—hold it too."

You obeyed, and now you held your legs wide almost like a full split while the Soldier grabbed you by the waist while he proceeded to bury his cock with a hard and deep pace. His eyes were glued to the sight of his whole cock going in to then come out fully slicked of your juices. You looked at him to see how his eyes roamed your pussy and his dick which made you blush but due to your already flushed skin, it went unnoticed. It seemed he was hypnotized by you, and with that in mind, you pulled your legs down to the point you were now doing a full split on the kitchen island.

"Oh fuck," he whined as the sight of you became too much for his mind to withhold. He was fucking you harshly and you could only take it all and before you knew it, you were cumming with a shout of a 'shit' as you struggled to keep your legs spread while two of his fingers found your clit.

The man was speaking but just watching you squirm, moan, whine, and curse while you came around his cock. He couldn't hold his own orgasm anymore and after a couple of harsh thrusts, he pulled out, and with the loud grunt, he came all over your spread legs, torso, and a little over your tits.

You kept your legs spread like that for a minute as you came down from your own high.

"You know, I still need to bring you in," you said as you slowly shifted into a sitting position. The man only stood in front of you, eyes roaming your body, looking at your cum-covered body.

"He thinks because I'm now free of HYDRA's control I'm going to go with him and try to be better?" he asked with an annoyed expression, "there's nothing aside from him there."

"That's not entirely true," you tilted your head with a grin on your lips, "as far as I'm concerned, now we are friends, and by the way, I'm Agent Violet."

"You make it sound like you fuck your friends," he said with a huff for a laugh as he approached you.

"Well," you shrugged as he pecked your lips, "we just like to enjoy the moment."

"You really know how to sell what your selling."

"CUT," shouted Joe, "print it, that's in."

"That was perfect you two," said Anthony as he approached you and Bucky while both of you were handed a robe which you took with a smile.

"Thank you."

"No need for a reshoot later, the rest of the day should just be the other scenes and we'll call it a day until tomorrow," said Joe as he stood next to Antony.

He let both you and Bucky go and get clean up before the next scene.

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Constellations Ch. 2

(Yes it finally has a title. Yes this is ending up multi chaptered. Yes there’s another part I’m writing. Yes I already have an outline for a vague plot....Yes I’m still blaming @ladylynse for this XD)

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Danny was very much unprepared and underdressed for the time when some wizards fell out of his fireplace.

He paused in the doorway, spoon still in his mouth and cheeks full of cereal, as his brother stood up and brushed the soot off him with a displeased nose scrunch.

Danny swallowed. "And you couldn't just use the door?"

Honestly they're lucky his parents had left to chase down the Box Ghost earlier. Otherwise they'd be covered in a lot more than soot and ash.

Danny couldn't help the snort that escaped at the mental picture of Draco covered in ectoplasm and boiling in rage. 

Draco narrowed his eyes, seeming to pick up that Danny was making fun of him. "Using the Floo was quicker."

"....quicker than walking through the door."

"It's a wizard thing you wouldn't understand." Draco snapped back, his go to response whenever he couldn't argue against Danny's logic at the moment. 

"Uh huh. Anyways what are you doing here?" Danny asked, "You aren't supposed to be here for another two weeks."

Which was time previously planned for Draco to prepare for his summer in America while Danny finished school. Spend the two weeks after Hogwarts let out recuperating and making public appearances with his parents, then spend the rest of the summer with the Fentons.

Actually now that Danny was looking, it seemed Draco had come straight from school. His hair was lacking half its gel, he was still wearing his green tie, and his robes were a very boring black as opposed to the various greys and blues he flaunted around in the previous summer.

“Denebola, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Drawled the man standing behind Draco.

“Hello creepy man that I have never met before,” Danny said, echoing his tone.

Draco choked on air as the discount Kylo Ren sneered at him.

“This is Professor Snape Danny.” A familiar please-don’t-say-anything-that-will-get-us-in-trouble tone coloring Draco’s words. “My godfather.”

Oh the potion guy. Danny remembers Draco talking about him now. He was friends with Draco’s parents, which didn’t really impress Danny that much as all of the Malfoy’s friends seemed to be really rich snobs or really racist. Mostly both.

But he was Draco’s godfather, the reason he got into potions, his favorite professor and someone Draco would willingly go to get advice from. So, Danny decided to reserve judgement till he met him. Well….he met him.

Danny looked Draco dead in the eyes, “My apologies.”

Draco closed his eyes in mortification, which made Danny grin internally. They were really getting the hang of the whole ‘speaking without talking to each other twin thing’. 

Professor Snape just scowled at him. “Where are the….muggles?" Disdain dripped off his words, instantly making Danny defensive. He had heard enough at Malfoy Manor about disgraceful, savage muggles from Lucius. Even Draco had echoed his father till Danny dragged him kicking and screaming into being a slightly decent person.

"My parents," Danny said, stressing the word, "Are working right now."

Okay maybe they were just being their usual trigger happy selves and running after Boxy, but there was no way he was telling Professor Snape that without it leading to an hour long discussion about ghosts. And Danny did not have time for that. He shoved a giant spoonful of cereal in his mouth as he met Professor Snape's eyes and-huh.

Draco never told Danny his godfather could read minds. He could feel the light brushes of a foreign mind attempting to gleam information from his surface thoughts. Danny didn't know if it was his wizard ancestry or halfa weirdness that made him sensitive to this kind of stuff. Either way, it was useful in keeping his secrets in his head from privacy invading school teachers.

Danny glowered at Snape and immediately thought of Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up music video.

The two of them stared at each other for a minute, making Draco more and more anxious as no one said anything.

Finally Snape broke contact, "Where should his things go?"

Danny tried very hard not to smirk after winning that staring contest, "You can just leave them here, we'll get them later."

With one last displeased sneer, Snape turned to Draco. "I'm needed back at Hogwarts. I trust you are in good hands."

Draco nodded, still looking tense and anxious as hell.

Snape walked back to the fireplace. He paused next to Draco, "Take care of yourself Draco."

Draco softened under his glare, "I will Professor. Thank you."

Snape nodded and shot one more glare at Danny, who still had Rick Astley echoing in his head, before vanishing into the fireplace in a swirl of green fire.

Draco turned back to Danny and said, "You stress me out."

Danny snorted before walking back into the kitchen to put his bowl in the sink. Draco followed after him, looking at all the kitchen appliances with a barely hidden curious look.

"Something else we have in common."

"What are you wearing?" He asked with a nose scrunched in displeasure.

Danny shot him a look, "My pajamas, cause I just woke up. I haven't finished getting ready for school. You should probably change too."

"Why?"

Danny started for the stairs, Draco still following at his heels. "You can't wear robes to public school. I think you can fit in my jeans."

"What?!" Draco screeched, halting at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm not going to muggle school with you!"

"It's either that or stay here by yourself for hours." Danny said as he paused outside his room. Draco scrambled up after him. "Cause my parents won't be home for a couple more hours, after which you'll be alone with them till I get home."

Danny smirked at him, "My parents are going to be thrilled to see you, can you really handle their enthusiasm all by yourself?"

Draco could barely stand Danny showing various forms of physical affection, as proven last summer when Danny would throw an arm around Draco's shoulders and almost get hexed. And Ancients forbid Danny try to hug him. Draco might actually lose the wand and just punch him. Danny had spent most of their correspondence over the school year prepping Draco for the Fenton welcome wagon so he wouldn't hiss like a cat when he gets hugged. Okay, and maybe Danny just wanted to see his overdramatic brother's face as he is subjected to his parent's bear hugs. 

Draco scowled at him, "Fine. But I'm not wearing any jeans."

Draco stomped into Danny's room and slammed the door in his face. He heard the lock click as it was shut.

"Hey! I still gotta get dressed!" Danny banged on the door, "C'mon Drake it's still my room!"

Danny groaned before walking over to the bathroom. He phased through the wall and landed on the fire escape. It took a few minutes, but he eventually maneuvered to his window and slipped in.

Draco had dug into Danny's closet and pulled out the most dressy tux Danny owned and was in the middle of putting it on. 

"You are not wearing that."

Draco scowled at him, "It’s bad enough I'm lowering myself by going with you-”

“Lowering yourself?”

“-But,” he said loudly, “I absolutely refuse to wear common muggle wear. If I’m going to this school, I will not look anything less than my absolute best.”

Danny stared at him. “Drake you will be thrown into the dumpster if you wear that to my school. Let me just-”

Danny jumped on him, trying to remove the suit jacket from a struggling Draco. Draco shouted and tried to twist away, only for Danny to pull it over his head. Once Draco was out of sight, and swearing loudly at him, Danny subtly used his intangibility to yank it off him. And if he happened to remove all of Draco’s hair gel that he used to keep his hair slicked back….well, that would have gotten him thrown in a dumpster as well.

Danny tried not to laugh as Draco glared at him, his hair fluffed up and looking vaguely like an angry kitten. 

"Do you know how long it takes me to fix my hair? I have to completely redo it now! And how'd you get that off me?" He pointed at the jacket Danny was throwing back in his closet.

Danny grinned at him, "Magic."

Draco gave him a flat look.

"Anyway we've got to go, otherwise I'm gonna be late again, and get detention again, and you'll be forced to either walk home by yourself or stay at school with me."

Somehow Danny had managed to get dressed and drag Draco out the door with him, texting Sam and Tucker his plans to walk so they could meet up on the way.

"What is that?" Draco leaned over to squint at the phone in Danny's hand.

"My phone. I told you about it last summer."

Draco hummed, "I thought it was broken?"

"Yeah, cause your magic blew it up. My parents fixed it." Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket like Draco was about to blow it up again. "Now what happened?"

Draco shot him a glance, before letting his eyes flicker around them. "I did try to tell you muggle 'technology' and magic doesn't always go together."

"Drake, you know that's not what I mean." He said softly.

Draco was silent, his jaw clenched and his hands shaking before he shoved them in his pockets.

They walked in silence for a while.

"You'll get hurt."

Danny looked at him.

"I…." Draco sighed, "I've never…."

Danny waited silently for him to get the words out on his own, knowing that pushing him will only make him clam up.

"You aren't like us. And I don't mean that in any bad way!" He said quickly when he saw Danny's face. "But you know what my parents are like, and their friends are so much worse, and you're the first person I've ever had to worry about. I just want you to be safe."

Oh Ancients, that was a lot to unpack there. 

Danny had known something had happened during school. The two of them spent the school year exchanging letters, both of them wanting to stay in contact. Danny would tell him about his school, and his parents' antics, and explain random muggle technology to get Draco prepared for his summer with the Fentons.

Meanwhile, Draco had complained at length about Potter and a tournament and Potter being insufferable about a tournament. There was a furious letter about being turned into a ferret and how Potter and his friends keep bringing it up. Draco sent him about three feet of parchment around Christmas just making fun of Potter at a dance and how horrible he was. There was a lot about some famous Quidditch guy and then a lot about Potter’s friend stealing the famous Quidditch guy.

Draco complained about Potter a lot, okay?

But Draco never sent him a letter about the tournament results or if Potter got eaten by a bog witch or whatever it was he was hoping for the last task. He just showed up, two weeks early and clearly shaken about whatever it was that happened.

That isn’t a good sign at all. And Danny had eavesdropped enough last summer to get a decent idea as to what was going on.

“This is….this is about him isn’t it?”

Draco flinched, which was enough answer for him. Danny let out a breath.

“We can-we can talk about this later. I care about you too Drake, and I know your family is neck deep in this mess.” Danny bumped his shoulder, “You’re safe here, that’s why Narcissa sent you here right?”

Draco leaned against his brother’s shoulder, eyes still flitting across the street and his jaw clenched. “Yeah. We’re safe here.”

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Guys Like You Chapter 6

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 6

Chapter Summary: More of a filler chapter, not much Henry, I’m sorry.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, pregnancy, poor self image, bad coping mechanisms, low self esteem.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5}

"I already told you, Faye! I don't want anything to do with this!"

"So because I want to keep my babies, you're leaving me? Is that what you're trying to tell me, David?"

"Yes! Shit, I knew you were dumb, but seriously!"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf too, whore? How do you even know I'm the one that knocked you up? You've slept with just about every guy in town!"

"Get the fuck out."

"Don't come crying to me later! You're nothing without me! No one is ever going to want you. Especially once you have kids. Who the hell wants used goods? Have fun living a life of regret!"

Faye jerked awake, her head spinning as she tried to catch her bearings. Did David really leave her just like that? Sure he wasn't the greatest, but he had never lashed out like that before. At least not where anyone else could witness it.

No. David's gone. He has been gone for almost four years now. New life. Starting over. It's all in the past now.

Have to get the baby up before the sitter comes. Work is coming up soon. Life goes on.

"Briar, what are you doing on the floor?" Faye chuckled, crouching down next to her daughter, curled up on her pillow by her bed.

"I'm a puppy." Briar yawned in explanation, holding her arms up to be lifted, promptly licking her mother's cheek as soon as she was up.

"Briar, we talked about licking people."

"I'm not Briar, I'm puppy."

"Ok then, puppy, no licking people. Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Puppy food."

"Cereal it is."

Feed the toddler, quick shower, get dressed, throw her hair up away from her face, wait for the baby sitter, hugs and kisses goodbye, then off to work. The usual routine she had settled herself into.

Feed the baby, because she's hungry and she comes first.

Shower, because she probably has some sort of mystery goo on her from the toddler.

Get dressed, avoid the mirror.  No one wants to be reminded of how much they've changed. The softness she wasn't used to around her lower stomach, hips and thighs. Her breasts no longer as perky as they used to be. The stretchmarks competing with her tattoo's for attention.

Then, the hardest part of the day. "Ok, Briar, Mrs. Anderson is here. Mommy has to go to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Mommy." Briar responded, hugging her mother tight and kissing her cheek before she was sat back down.

"Have a nice day, Miss Warren."

"I hope she's not too much to handle."

"Never is."

Some days, Faye likes to pretend she's ok. Like she has a handle on things. Like she knows what she's doing and not just blindly stumbling through her life while trying to do right by her daughter.

Other days, she would absently push her sleeves up and her eye would catch on the black lines decorating her forearm, just below her elbow. Some days she's reminded that life is a bitch, and you can't always get what you want. On those days she tried to stay out of her own head, though that rarely worked.

She could slap on a smile with the best of them, but she could never force it to reach her eyes. Her face always remained an open book, free for anyone to read. The past creeps up on you. There's nothing you can do to stop it some days. On a bad day, the ghosts of the past will haunt your mind, echoing the worst days of your life into the void of your shattered heart.

"No one is ever going to want you!"

"You're nothing without me!"

"Who wants used goods?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Warren. There was nothing we could do."

Over and over on a seemingly never ending loop, reminding her of the darkest times in her life.

Why would anyone want her? She's not the same hot twenty six year old she used to be. She was soft. She was saggy. She would never be as attractive as she used to be. Anyone in their right mind would turn around and run once they realized how much she had let herself go.

Days like today were best spent keeping people at a distance. Tell them some story about being tired. Avoid anyone that is going to call her out on her obvious lie. Therein lies the problem with dying your hair obnoxious colors. Among a sea of blonde and brunette, powder blue tends to stick out and make it almost impossible to vanish.

Lie your way out of it. Survive another day. Tomorrow might not be better, but at least it won't be the same.

"Mommy, you're back!" The sweetest sound she could hear all day.

"I always come back, my little love." Faye assured, kissing her daughter's head.

Need to care for the baby. She comes first. She deserves the world. Play time. Dinner time. Bath time. Story time. Bed time. The same after work routine she had established months ago when she decided to drop everything and run.

Her daughter thought the world of her. She would do anything to see her smile. She would wear the stupid costume. She would pretend to be a horsey. She would let her daughter use her as a jungle gym. She would make the same dinner again for the third night in a row for her.  So what if she soaked the bathroom floor during bath time? She was a mermaid, and she wanted to show off her tail. Story time, always an adventure with her imaginative little girl. What world would they find themselves in today? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Mythology? A rhyming book?

Ah, yes of course. Her current favorite, the book about the dinosaur cleaning his room. She was a girl obsessed with dinosaurs at the moment.

"Mommy, where's my Papa?" Briar asked, staring intently down at the page depicting a mother and father watching the dinosaur throw away paper scraps.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He wasn't a nice man." Faye explained, resting her cheek on her daughter's head.

"Can I have a new Papa?"

"Maybe someday, sweetheart."

"Can Spider-man be my new Papa?"

"Why do you want Spider-man to be your new Papa?"

"He's my boyfriend!"

"That's not how it works, silly. If he's your boyfriend, he can't also be by boyfriend! Pick another hero!"

"Batman!"

"Well, he is rich." Faye mused, Briar giggling happily. "Now it's time for bed, my love."

"Ok, Mommy. I love you!"

"I love you too, Briar." Faye whispered, kissing her forehead. The nightlight was switched on and the door was left cracked open, just in case. Now for her seldom used free time.

Should she sketch some more? Finish that painting she started forever ago? Ever since she started a "real" job, her art had fallen by the wayside. She was too drained to do much after work and caring of her daughter.

Maybe some drawing will lift her spirits and keep the nightmares at bay tonight. But what to draw? Not in the mood for still life. Brain too fried for something straight from her imagination. Her usual model was sleeping, and her last few self portraits had been a serious blow to her ego. She just drew what she saw in the mirror. Then, when she was finished, she decided she should have worn more clothing before she drew herself. What was supposed to boost her confidence and empower her as a woman instead left her wondering when exactly she developed that roll when sitting in that position.

"Fuck it. I'm drawing a moose." Faye grumbled to herself, turning the page from her self portrait to a blank sheet. Half an hour later when she was trying to remember what a moose's antlers looked like, she finally picked up her phone. Seven unread messages? That seems like a lot. When was the last time she looked at her phone? Oh yeah, when she got home, five hours ago.

All from one person. So she wasn't ignoring everyone at least. Seven messages, all from Henry. Shit. That's not good.

Are you ok?

You seemed off on set today

You didn't even talk to me

Did you at least make it home alright?

Can you send me a sign of life?

I'm sorry if I upset you or something. Can you please talk to me? I'm genuinely worried.

Please?

Well, fuck. Here she was playing unicorn apocalypse with her daughter, and this poor guy was worrying himself to death.

Sorry, I was drawing a moose

Perfect way of saying "I wasn't ignoring you" while also avoiding his persistent questions about her wellbeing. The good old 'drawing a moose' excuse. Works every time.

I think your moose aged me by ten years. Are you ok?

Just had a bad day

Anything I can do to help?

Squeeze me until I stop struggling and my spine snaps

That's called 'murder' Miss Warren

I knew there was a name for it

Is there anything I can do for you that involves less prison?

Nah, if you're not going to take me out, then I'm not interested

I'm not going to take you out by murder. I will take you out on a date.

Faye froze, staring at her phone. He was just playing around, like he always did. No way he was serious. Henry liked to flirt, and she wasn't about to throw herself at him over a joke. She had more dignity than that. So how does she respond? She can't just ignore him, and taking forever to respond is going to give the impression that she was freaking out over what he said.

She was completely freaking out over what he had said, but he didn't need to know that. Was he just looking to get laid or something? Probably. He had gotten pretty close the last time he had been over. There's a difference between dating and screwing, though. He was probably just looking for someone to fuck while waiting for a woman worth his time to come along. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by her phone going off again, alerting her to a new message. Didn't he know she was busy having an existential crisis?

If you're free on Sunday you can come over and show me that moose your working on

*you're

Smart ass

Sunday?

I'll have to see if Mrs. Anderson can watch Briar

Bring her along. She keeps asking me about Kal

Pretty on brand for her

Sunday?

Sunday.

Sunday. What to wear on Sunday? He was probably looking for a little something something for his time, so something slutty? She got rid of all her slutty clothes after she had Briar in a fit of self hatred toward her new mom bod, so that was out. Besides, he wouldn't have invited Briar over too if he was looking to get laid.

So what does one wear on a casual 'date' these days? She had until Sunday to figure that out.

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Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 16

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 16 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

‘Can I have some ice cream?’ Leona asked Loki as she skipped into the kitchen.

‘Leona, it’s breakfast time.’ Loki raised an eyebrow at her.

‘Kilgrave said I can, as a treat. Since I have to deal with you all day today.’ She said with a big smile as she tried to look innocent.

Loki narrowed his eyes and strolled over to her. He gripped her chin and had her look up at him. ‘Well, if he really said that, you won’t mind if I go check with him first, will you?’ He said knowingly, smirking when her face dropped.

‘Fine. He didn’t say it. But seriously, can I PLEASE have just a little bit? I am going to school with you today, after all.’ She pleaded.

It was an in-service day for the students, but Loki still needed to go into work for a few hours. He asked Leona to join him and she agreed, thinking it would be fun.

She was feeling ok about seeing the Alpha at the weekend. Kilgrave was just relieved that he hadn’t scarred her with his aggressive behaviour towards the Alpha. He assured her repeatedly that he would never EVER abuse her or be aggressive towards her.

‘No. You are not getting ice cream for breakfast… But you might get some after dinner tonight if you’re good in class.’ He winked at her.

Leona had discovered Cadbury’s flake ice cream and she was obsessed with it, constantly wanting it all the time. So Kilgrave and Loki had to put a ban on it, she had to ask permission to get some.

‘And you’re lucky you’re cute as a button, or you’d be in trouble for trying to pull one over on me.’ He said firmly, tapping her nose. ‘Now, go have a proper breakfast before we leave.’

‘Ugh. Fine.’ She huffed, but blushed a little bit too at his compliment.

Opting for boring cereal, she grabbed a bowl and sat down at the table in the dining room to eat. Kilgrave walked in and kissed the top of her head before joining her with his newspaper and toast.

‘I would say you better be on your best behaviour today at Loki’s work, but I get the feeling it’s him that I need to tell to be on his best behaviour.’ Kilgrave chuckled.

Leona laughed and nodded in agreement. ‘I’ll make sure he behaves.’ She grinned at Kilgrave.

‘Make sure who behaves?’ Loki asked, walking in.

‘You!’ Leona giggled.

Loki glared at them both with a slight pout, making them laugh.

After finishing breakfast, Kilgrave went to the door to see them off. He helped Leona with her jacket and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before letting her go.

‘Do I not get a kiss too?’ Loki teased.

‘In your dreams, mate.’ Kilgrave shoved at his arm, making him laugh.

Kilgrave wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with himself for his day off without having Leona around, it was going to be weird.

-

Loki gave Leona a tour of the School, then took her to his office.

‘So this is where the magic happens?’ She grinned and looked around the room.

‘It is indeed.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Thought unfortunately, not much magic happens in here.’

Leona perched on his desk and looked at him as he sat in his chair at the other side. She smirked and started swinging her legs. ‘Well… why don’t we change that?’

Loki leaned back and clasped his hands together on his lap. ‘What, exactly, do you propose?’

She hopped off his desk and in one smooth motion, swiped her arm right across it, knocking everything off to the floor. Loki calmly looked down at the mess as he tapped his lower lip, then looked back at her so intently she thought she was going to cum on the spot.

‘What? I’ve always wanted to do that.’ She grinned and reached under her dress, she grabbed her knickers and started shimmying them down her legs.

Loki watched in amusement as she tossed them at him, they landed in his lap. He smirked and stuffed them into his pocket before standing and stalking around the desk to reach her.

‘Are you trying to seduce the teacher, Miss?’ He growled in her ear as he grabbed her hips from behind and pressed against her ass, making her feel his bulge.

She giggled and wiggled her bum against him, making him gasp. ‘Why yes, Sir. I think I am.’

Loki wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and he bent her down over his desk, flipping her dress up quickly he gave her ass a swift smack. She gasped and reached out to grab the desk at the other side, knowing she was going to need something to hold on to.

‘Your work hasn’t been up to par of late, missy. Let your teacher use your body, and you might just earn some extra credit.’ He growled, sliding a hand down between her thighs. He pinched her thighs to make her spread her legs for him.

‘Ohhh please, Sir.’ She whimpered and wiggled her ass for him again.

Loki chuckled and instead of fingering her, he hurriedly freed his throbbing cock and rubbed against her cunt. Spreading her wetness all over, making her body jolt whenever the tip of his cock brushed against her clit.

‘So sensitive. Have you always wanted to be fucked by your teacher? Hmm?’ He released the back of her neck and slid his hand into her hair, getting a tight grip to control her with.

Leona realised that Loki had obviously had a teacher/student fantasy, so she was more than happy to play along.

‘Yes, Sir! Please, fuck me. Claim me! I’ll be your teachers pet in class forever, please.’ She pleaded, really surprising Loki as he knew pleading and begging wasn’t normally her thing.

He growled in approval and slid into her easily, she was so aroused. She always was with her Alphas, it didn’t take much to get her ready for them.

She gripped the other side of the desk tightly as Loki fucked her so roughly, the whole desk was moving across the floor with every thrust. She could hear his grunts and moans right above her, making her squeeze down around him, that in turn made him fuck her harder.

‘P… please, Sir. Don’t stop!’ She whimpered and squirmed as his cock continued to drive home into her.

He bit the back of her neck, making her even more compliant. She felt her body just melt and go weak under him, the weight of his body on top of her helping to keep her exactly where he wanted while he took his pleasure from her.

‘You’re going to cum for your teacher, for your Alpha.’ He snarled and pulled hard on her hair, craning her neck right back so he could look into her eyes as he thrust his knot into her. Making her cum so hard around him, feeling his seed rush into her hotly.

She whimpered as she continued cumming, almost becoming too sensitive. Loki leaned down over her fully, but was careful not to crush her. He slipped his arms around her tightly and then stood up straight, pulling her with him, still impaled on his cock.

‘Oh god!’ She gargled, eyes rolling back in her head as it felt like he was lodged even deeper into her if that was possible, which two seconds ago she didn’t think it was.

He chuckled and slowly managed to walk over to the sofa that was along the back wall. He carefully sat down and let her relax on his lap, gently stroking her hair until his knot went down enough for him to slip out of her. A big sticky mess came rushing out from her.

She nuzzled into him and bit his neck playfully, making him moan.

‘Well, I’d say we definitely lit the magic spark in here now.’ Loki chuckled, she giggled and nodded in agreement.

-

When Loki and Leona returned home, it didn’t take Kilgrave long to realise she wasn’t wearing knickers. He had slid his hand under her dress and was surprised to find her bare.

‘Where’s your knickers?’ He asked, surprised.

She blushed and started giggling, looking over at Loki. ‘Uh, my teacher stole them and wouldn’t give them back.’

Loki laughed and pulled them out of his pocket. Kilgrave chuckled and shook his head. ‘I’m guessing you both had fun at school.’

‘Oh yes, a lot of fun indeed.’ Loki growled, winking at Leona.

Leona went upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable for the evening.

Loki nodded his head towards the kitchen to Kilgrave, who frowned in confusion but followed Loki through. Closing the door behind him.

‘What’s wrong?’ He asked.

‘I think she’s coming into heat. Haven’t you noticed she seems much more submissive lately? And she feels slicker than usual.’ Loki spoke quietly.

Kilgrave thought for a moment, then nodded. ‘Yes, I think you might be right.’

‘We need to keep a close eye on her, get booked off work as soon as we know for sure she’s coming into heat.’ Loki said and Kilgrave agreed.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #stitching the wounds #chapter 16 #fanficshiddles

[bubblyani]

Bail Out: 05

(Bruce Wayne x Reader)

A Bruce Wayne Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 05: “No Fun”

Summary: One fateful, drunken night gets you arrested for assault.  However, once you get bailed out by Billionaire Socialite Bruce Wayne,  surprising obstacles get in the way, forcing you to question all your  choices in life, career, and in love.

Word Count: 8500+

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Swearing and Slight Violence 

Author’s Note: So glad I could finish this on time. Now I’m impatiently working on the next part. When you read it, you will know why. Thanks again for the wonderful response. Enjoy!

Chapter LIST

The rapid sound of gunfire, infused with blood curdling screams, certainly forced your heart to beat right out of your chest. The beating, increased without any prior announcement shocked you, as if the live, blood pumping organ might literally fall out of your flesh vessel. The scene you witnessed, was never expected but only imagined in modes of fiction. Be it novels or films. However, when you truly got to taste it in the rusty reality, only then did you realize the gravity of its horror. And only then at that fateful moment, did you genuinely fear for your precious life.

Just when it seemed trouble had finally set you free.

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(A Few Days Earlier)

Allison Hughs was your quintessential fun-loving, living in the moment party girl with complete control over the pace of her existence. Apart from all that, she was also a loyal friend, blindly following you to the ends of the earth in ranting.

“SHE DID WHAT?”

Her inquiry was loud and dramatic, to which you nodded. “Yep” you replied, “She straight up went there…”

Safe to say, the ‘She’ that was being mentioned here was none other than Clara Bennett, the Consultant who slithered her way into Wayne Enterprises, solely to make exaggerated inspections on HR Operations, and to make your cooperate life a living hell, drenched with self-doubt and insecurity. It certainly traveled up a notch when she proactively invited you to take part in a Basic HR Crash Course, that was mainly designed to New Recruits. Simply because she assumed that you would find the Course ‘helpful’ to your own line of work. The fact she indirectly implied a trace of incompetence in you caused so much embarrassment.

“The hell is that bitch’s problem though?”

Allison kept inquiring, as she wiped off the milk from her lips, “Seriously…” she muttered, standing by the opened refrigerator in her pajamas.

“Yeah” you continued to nod, as you stuffed a spoonful of cereal into your mouth, “..and Lillian…being my senior since day 1, didn’t even treat me this way” you added, with a full mouth.

Already dressed for work, little did you expect to see Allison awake and engaged while you had your breakfast, “I look like a fucking joke…”you muttered, after finally gulping the food down.

“Hey!”

Allison cried, pointing her index finger at you, “Don’t you dare give up” she said with seriousness, standing before you, “You need to stand your ground and carry on with dignity…” she continued, her tone quite similar to a heroic speech, “Make Lillian proud she left you in charge…” she added, putting both hands on the table. Leaning forward, she took a closer look, “This will be good for you…” finally as her voice grew soft, she flashed a soft smile. You could not help but look at her affectionately, as you exhaled deeply.

“Talking to you makes me feel so much better…” you admitted. Pleased, Allison stood up straight.

“That’s why I’m your hype man, Sweetie!” she said, turning towards the window, “Watch out Gotham! The Bruiser is here to SLAY-”

“HEYYY!!-” your shushes exited along with your embarrassment. Your friend covered her mouth quickly.

“Sorry, Sweetie….” Allison whispered, taking the hands away, “But it just sounds so badass…” as her tone grew normal once more. You shot her a deranged look.

“Do I look like someone who deserves the name?” you inquired. “Well…” she said, folding her arms, “…the fact you punched that guy is a good enough reason…”

Shaking one’s head with a chuckle, you watched her head to the bedroom with a maniacal laughter. The sudden vibration of the table forced you to look down at your phone. The chuckling stopped, permitting your pulse to quicken with liberty. Rubbing your neck nervously, you proceeded to read the text from the only sender who was capable to send you through an emotional wild ride: Bruce Wayne.

Sorry, long night. Good Morning!

Pausing for a few seconds, you exhaled loudly as began to type:

No worries. Hope your day goes well, Mr. Wayne.

Being an appropriate response, you sent without hesitation. Long night?, could it possibly truly mean a hectic night of crime fighting and city saving in disguise? A strong urge suddenly arose to pull up the search browser on your phone, and type in the words: Batman. And what appeared first in the results certainly made your eyebrows rise with curiousity.

“Ali….” You yelled loud enough for her to hear, “You’ve heard of a website called… ‘Where’s the Bat’?

“EH?”

Her response was equally loud and echoing, “Oh yeah…” she added, whilst you opened the web page, “…Matty was talking about it sometime back…” she continued, “Some nerdy site about The Batman…”

“Damn!”

The word abruptly left your lips as your eyes widened. For you were treated to such a sight, “Ali…get this…” you said, proceeding to read the description of the page, “Welcome to ‘Where’s the Bat?’ Your Online Resource for all things Batman: Gotham’s Caped Crusader…” you squealed excitedly,  “Ha! It’s a freakin’ fan site! Oh! Oh!” you exclaimed as you continued to read out loud:

“… reliable sources from our very own admins and enthusiasts all over Gotham City…” with a whistle, you nodded, “These folks are not kidding around, huh?” you muttered, letting your finger slowly scroll down, “And they have posts on almost every appearance he made in the city…” you said out loud, yet it seemed that Allison was never interested. 

The Website backdrop was in black, but encompassing a very beautiful design concept. The immaculate detail was beyond believable. Detailed posts on possible weapons owned, vehicles, fighting styles and costume, Photos ranging from Low Quality to High, even blurry videos by camera phones, it was certainly a network of information. Your eyes widened when you saw the recent post title: 

Batman and The Bruiser?

“What the-?” Muttering to yourself, you clicked on the article.

“…also known as The Bruiser (Click Here for the Viral Clip) was spotted nearby when a group of muggers had reportedly attacked her. According to the anonymous source, Batman had arrived right on time. A clip of the incident may not be available, yet we did manage to find a small clip as he escaped the scene. And according to Gotham PD, the Caped Crusader had appeared once again to The Bruiser’s aid the night after. As much as we feel sorry for the bad luck The Bruiser attracts, we could only be nothing but envious of her opportunity to meet the Dark Knight twice. And some of us could not help but wonder: Could romance possibly be in bloom between the two?”

“What?” Nervous chuckles were all you let out as you whispered, “Hah! In your dreams, fanboys…” you uttered, closing the browser, “Batman would never go for a woman like me” you said, almost dropping the phone by its sudden vibration. For a reply was received.

You too. Stay out of trouble :)

“And you stay out of my head” you said to yourself, putting the phone back on the table. Covering your face, you could only groan with frustration. Ever since that evening at the hospital a mere week before, casual texts from Bruce Wayne began to appear on your phone, starting off on the very next day:

Couldn’t thank you for running that errand for Fox.

The errand, meaning the black box that Mr.Fox entrusted you with. A small yet long box which was quite light. The very box that granted you access to his penthouse and to the friendship with Alfred Pennyworth.

Just doing my job, Mr.Wayne.

You remember replying that day at office. It was not exactly necessary for him to thank you this way, yet his action was commendable. He did not hesitate to quickly respond:

Much appreciated.

Just when you thought it was the end, he greeted once again two days later. During an important meeting, for example:

Hi there! Is Ms.Foster enjoying the gift?

Once the meeting wrapped up, you made sure to respond :

Very much, from what I know. You’re making motherhood very easy for her.

You would be lying if you did not look forward to write him back. The manner your fingers tingled was quite evident. 

That’s a relief.

Clearly with his corresponding reply, he displayed quite an interest in conversing with you, by finding meager excuses to obtain your response. Yet, a part of you wondered what his actual intentions were. Be professional, a phrase that lingered in your head always. A warning, more like. As much as the desire to carry on the message thread was strong within, you did not reply back.

Two days passed, and surprisingly you were dying with curiousity. Could it be that his intention to communicate had finally gone? Or could it be that you were finally missing him? Forming a clever excuse to obtain his signature, you liaised with Jessica, only to find out Bruce Wayne was currently on a business trip in Singapore.

Intoxicated with impulsiveness, your thumbs grew stubborn as they formed a message on your phone:

Heard you’re in Singapore. How is it?

“Shit! Roaming Charges!”

You sighed, your palm slapped over your forehead. Putting the phone away to enjoy the view of the bus ride, you sincerely hoped he would never notice. But to your surprise, the phone vibrated instantly:

Loving the Food here.

Despite roaming charges, he was kind enough to reply. And that touched you very deeply. Then again, money was never an issue for a man of his stature. him. However, you were not Bruce Wayne. Still, a few extra dollars seemed nothing compared to the inner secretive joy you indulged in as you replied: 

Not surprised. The Bakkwa over there is to die for.

He did not reply. He did not do so for a day and two. You grew worried, if he was really knee deep in business, or literally knee deep in trouble. But the next morning, you were finally assured of his safe arrival back to Gotham, especially when you found a gift at the door. A Gift which came in the form of a beautiful red box full of Bakkwa, the Chinese sweet dried meat, one of your favorite treats. You did not miss the handwritten note inside:

You’re right. It IS to die for. - B.Wayne

Chuckling with happiness, you were only compelled to quickly text him a grateful reply:

The Bakkawa enthusiast sends her Thanks.

To which you finally received a reply this morning as you indulged on your cereal:

Sorry, long night. Good Morning!

Groaning in frustration seemed rightfully reasonable for you. Stressing out seemed rightfully reasonable as well. Who would not, when there was a storm that brewed inside of you. A storm of emotions that contained the sticky quality. The adhesiveness that was stubborn to the core. For if you look at the situation in it’s entirety, this was not your average instance of a man and woman forming a textual habit in order to know one another. You were an acting Head, informally socializing with the owner of Wayne Enterprises. Being in HR, you could already feel the weight of unprofessionalism heat on you. That guilt which already seemed to haunt you subtly. Thus, not responding further seemed logical, yet it certainly was a hard pill for you to swallow. 

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“You sure you don’t want anything? Coffee or Tea?”

You asked Officer John Blake, ushering him to his seat as you sat down. He shook his head.

“I’m good, Ma’am” he said with a smile. Smiling back, you were drenched with guilt. A week earlier, the police officer had requested to meet, yet with your unexpected work load, you reluctantly had to send him back the previous time. Forcing him to wait so long for a week was something you knew you would go to hell for. But John Blake did not judge, or as it seemed from his expression.

“Didn’t know you were running a tight ship here .” He said, looking back to witness the bustle in the main hall outside.

“Well, the Head’s on Maternity leave so…I’m stuck here, hehe…” You answered nervously, “Once again I’m so sorry Officer. You said it was something urgent?”

“It’s about the two attacks…” Blake said, capturing your attention. “Now I’m sure you’re probably wondering if those are simply coincidental or something more…”

“I honestly have been afraid to go down that rabbit hole, but yes I did wonder…” you replied. Looking sideways, he finally turned your way as his lowered his voice:

“I have reason to believe Erik Henderson may be connected to this…”

The image of the mocking man, and his bloody nose flashed before your very eyes. Given his anger, it could be a high possibility. Yet, you were in disbelief.

“What gave you the idea?” You inquired with curiousity. Blake kept his police his hat on his lap securely:

“The men who attacked you, the ones we arrested…” He said, to which you nodded in acknowledgment, “They were bailed out the very next day by-”

“-Henderson’s Legal Team?” You asked blankly, for you were still in disbelief. Blake nodded.

“I may be wrong” he said, “Bailing the people who attacked you, it could also just be a power move, maybe to scare you off…” he added, leaning forward, “So far we cannot be sure…” He continued, “But I think it’s best for you to keep an eye out-”

Your eyes suddenly darted towards the phone screen. For an email just appeared in your personal inbox with a title:

“Job Offer for General Manager”

Eyes widening, you were certainly not expecting that. Quiet for a few minutes, you found yourself staring at your own table, for you were confused beyond all measure with everything you just heard and saw.

“I’m sorry...” Blake began, shaking you from your thoughts, “ if I’m causing you any discomfort-”

“No…it’s alright” flipping the phone downward, you shook your head with a soft smile, “I just…all this was just so unexpected. Didn’t think there would be any possibility for anything like this, that’s all” you said, smiling even more, “I appreciate the information, Officer”

Truthfully, you were nothing but grateful to the man. Perhaps it was because he was the arresting officer who was in charge of that fateful night. Nevertheless, he was nothing but kind to you. Blake grinned widely.

“The Precinct still thanks The Bruiser for Common’s Coffee” He said, to which you were genuinely surprised.

“Oh! I’m glad-”

“BOSS!”

Greg’s cries forced both of you to look to the door. Distress never looked good on Greg. Giving a heavy sigh, he began:

“ I’m sorry to keep doing this but…” he said, “Clara’s gone off the rails!”

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As he made his way down the Lobby through the crowds, John Blake made his careful observations, fascinated by all that he glanced upon in the Wayne Tower. “Officer Blake!” Stopping in his tracks, John turned upon hearing a familiar voice. He smiled.

“Mr.Wayne…” He addressed,  “Didn’t expect to see you here” Smartly dressed in a pinstriped three piece suit, Bruce Wayne stood before the much younger man with a reciprocative smile.

“Well,” he began “You can’t just play hard….so…” Nodding in acknowledgment, Blake held on to his hat. With the silence between them growing longer, John began to speak:

“I’m actually just coming down after meeting one of your Senior Managers” He said, which caught Wayne’s attention.

“Who is…?”

When Blake provided him with the name, Bruce nodded nonchalantly. “Is this anything to do with the Henderson case?” He asked, suddenly growing serious. Surprised by his knowledge, the officer nodded.

“Yes….” Blake added. But then again, there was nothing to be surprised of. Given Wayne was in the hotel when it all happened. 

“How did she take it?” “Surprisingly pretty well” Blake said, as he began to walk alongside Wayne ,“But she seems to have her hands full today, doesn’t look too good” he sighed, involuntarily empathizing with her. And given Wayne’s subtle yet concerned expression, Blake realized he was not alone there. Finally reaching the exit, the officer was compelled to do the unexpected:

“Since you were a witness to the incident,..” he began, making Wayne look at him, “ I think it’s probably best that you also know…”

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You have always put your trust in Lillian Foster. That trust had lasted throughout your time in Wayne Enterprises without forsaking you for a mere second. Thus, you were certain she did the needful in approving the Revised Policies and Regulations before taking her leave. For you had personally witnessed it.

However, when a company email from Clara Bennett to Lucius Fox claimed HR was seemingly incapable of carrying out their operations under the current leadership, you were not surprised to find your anger making an appearance.

And the embarrassment you had to face when she even went so far as to copy you and your managers in to that said email. Professional was nowhere near this behavior. For this was simply child’s play. The panic all your department staff went through was understandable. Especially when they worked only to their very best.

“You wanted to me see me?”

Clara asked, as she entered your office. Raising your head up, you threw a cold expression her way: “Close the door please” Your tone was stern. Looking around, Clara furrowed her eyebrows. “But aren’t you supposed to-” “I’ll take my chances, Ms. Bennett” You interrupted her, lips forming a tight smile. With an uncertain nod, she closed the door shut, before taking a few steps towards you. Slowly getting up from your desk, you quickly walked over to her. It was now or never. “We saw that little email that you sent to Mr. Fox.” You stated, to which she did not flinch. Scoffing, your hands rested on your hips, “I know how things work: When people mess up, even after many warnings, they get complained about to the superiors…” you said in a matter-of-fact tone, “But…” you paused, as you were on a dire attempt not to explode, “how can you expect us...” Surprisingly you felt emotion trickling in, “...to take this lying down when you DIDN'T PERFORM EITHER OF THOSE ACTIONS?” With your voice surprisingly getting louder than expected, Clara found herself folding her arms in defense: “Look, I get it...” She said, her smile suddenly faded,  “You don’t like me snooping around” You scoffed in disbelief, “Ms.Bennett, this is not you snooping around. This is you desperately finding excuses to make US LOOK BAD” you stated loudly, “I mean…What exactly on the policies and regulations are you complaining about?” You inquired. And to your surprise, Clara grew quiet before she finally answered:

“I just...” she paused, as if she was seeking excuses,  “...don’t understand why the Policies couldn’t be circulated if they were revised” Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “What are you talking about??They were already revised and circulated” you answered with certainty, appalled by the childish games that were being played. “Well…” pausing again, “I don’t see them in the Public Folder”she said stubbornly, to which you sighed, rubbing your temples, “ And according to my sources, It’s Paula Yang’s  responsibility, am I right?” Though authority was rife in her tone, you could sense the menace that lingered invisibly.

“Ms. Bennett...” you gritted through your teeth, taking your hand away, “Paula is on bed rest after breaking HER LEG...from a biking accident last weekend” you burst out, “...if you looked up on our employees with the SAME ENTHUSIASM you did on our work, then you would probably know that” you spat, fuming with anger,  “But If you expect me to deprive her of her paid leave, JUST SO she could just limp over here to UPLOAD SOME POLICIES to a server? then you’re sorely mistaken! ” You cried out, panting.

Subtly shocked at your response, Clara stood silently. Given her reaction, it was quite evident something disastrous would soon follow. Your threw your hands up in defense.

“Fine” you said, “If you prefer to pin this error on me, please do. But… not the department” you said, as your voice grew soft , “...please” you breathed. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, Clara opened them once again, shooting you a stern glance.

“Do you know…what I was told about you before I came here?” She posed a rhetorical question, to which you rightfully did not answer to, “An unprofessional thug, with anger issues.” She said.

In all your years of working at Wayne Enterprises, this was the far from what you had ever heard from anyone. The silence ruled over the atmosphere for a few more seconds.

“So I came in with a mission...” Clara went on, “...to tame you. Or to rile you up enough to expose who you really were” she said harshly. Folding your own arms in defense, you took a deep breath:

“Well,” you began, “I believe I was angry For the right reasons. So no regrets here” you answered with confidence. Whatever consequence that may follow, you were not aware of, for your justified rage may possibly have outdone yourself this time. You only wished Lillian would forgive you.

“But…” Clara paused, “...from the way you stood up for your employees and your department…,” she said, as her expression softened, “ I guess… I was badly misinformed.” Confusion took over you for the next few seconds, as she looked straight into your eyes before taking in a deep breath:

“I’m sorry!” Your eyes widened, “P-Pardon?” Sighing, Clara reluctantly rubbed the sides of her thighs: “I’m sorry…If I insulted you in any way” she said shyly in a low tone, “Honestly speaking, no matter how much I tried to deny it, everything seems to be running smoothly” She added. 

Relief quickly washed over you. Leaving you questioning reality all the sudden. “ I would gladly leave you all alone but..,” Clara smiled, “I’ve been contracted here for a while. So, I hope we can all cooperate together till I leave. Maybe a fresh start?”

Extending her hand to you, she presented a genuine smile. A smile possibly carrying hope to gain your trust. Sincerely impressed by her bravery, you smiled back: “Sure, Apology accepted” You said, shaking her hand, “I really appreciate it, Ms.Bennett”

“Clara, Please.” She insisted, “Ms.Bennett just pisses me off even more”

Chuckling together, you nodded, “Okay, Gotcha”

The phone rang loud to your surprise. Giving her a friendly wave, you quickly moved to your desk in a cheerful manner, growing even more cheerful upon seeing the extension on the phone screen.

“Mr. Fox!” You answered, as you sat down, “How can I help you?”

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Since the fateful day she first laid eyes on him in his glorious return to Wayne Enterprises until now, Jessica would certainly never not blush whenever Bruce Wayne politely greeted her. Upon seeing her red face, he stepped into Lucius Fox’s office, walking over to find the CEO on the phone wearing a smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about it.” Fox said over the phone, “So you’ll come? Perfect…” He smiled, nodding at Wayne as he finally appeared in his eye line, “Hope to see you then” He added, hanging up the phone.

“I have to admit…” Fox began, ushering Bruce to sit, “… seeing you here every day at Wayne Tower is a happy surprise” He said. Bruce smiled.

“Everything alright?” He asked the CEO, “The Audits aren’t happening till another month or so..”

“No…” Fox shook his head, surprisingly impressed, “ I was actually wondering if you would…like to join me in the Company Dinner, this Thursday night. It’s a little gathering I normally do with the Heads of Departments...” he continued, glancing upon Wayne’s confused expression, “...to form a closer bond and… give them morale” He said, tilting his head. As much as the sentiment was kind, Wayne sighed with exhaustion.

“Mr.Fox, you know very well how I rather be stuck in the basement than go to that…” he said, slowly getting up, “I’m afraid I’ll have to pass”. Offering a polite smile, he turned around to make his leave. When opportunities to make a choice were given, he would certainly rather choose to not wear that mask in public. It tired him.

“She’s coming too”

Bruce froze, the moment Fox’s words reached his ears. Turning to him, he raised his eyebrows.

“She?” He began, “You mean…she?” He asked, highly emphasizing on the said pronoun, for both of them knew the person being discussed.

“Yes” Fox said, “Just got off the phone with her as you came in” he added, “I just thought you would like to know” with nonchalance, he casually put on his glasses.

Silently nodding, Bruce turned back to resume walking. Only except he halted once again, just to spin back around smoothly.

“Thursday…what time?” He inquired with genuine curiousity.

Being a man of his age, Lucius Fox could not help but smile at his response.

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Being the workaholic, Lunch Breaks was nothing short of special for you. The moment the last bite of your delicious meal reached your lips, it was off to work once again, giving you ample time to finish your tasks. But this Wednesday, you cast that usual habit away, taking the luxury you rarely took during this entire decade.

Just to decide on a dress.

With your lunch on the desk and Allison on speakerphone, your eyes moved back and forth from two beautiful dresses on the website. With Mr. Fox casually inviting you to the Company Dinner, all you longed to provide was a good impression. Most women in your position would feel greatly pressured and stick to a salad just to fit into the dress. However, you were far too greedy to ignore the great Spaghetti Bolognese that was on the table before you.

“Sweetie, You know I love you, So why won’t you fucking listen to me?”

Allison’s echoed out loud, as you stared at the screen with concern. “Cause it’s a crazy idea, that’s why ” you said, stuffing pasta into your mouth, “Better go with the black one…” you said with a full mouth, pointing at the long sleeved black dress, “It’s tame, and I can just blend in with crowd” squinting, you attempted at imagining yourself in the outfit.

“Boo! BORING”

Allison’s response was quite obvious.

“Hey!” Clara’s whisper reached your ears, urging you to find her standing by the door with a smile. Ever since the intervention, the atmosphere underwent a surprising change, and all was well with the both of you. It was quite unbelievable how cooperative she had become. “I’m sorry but...could I borrow a twenty?” She asked politely in a whisper, all in order not to intrude your call. “Sure…” You whispered back, reaching into your bag to grab your purse, “Hah! Lucky you, that’s all I have” You grinned, fishing out the only dollar note as she headed over to take it from your hand.

“Hey!  Hey! Sweetie, Did I lose you?”

Allison’s voice brought you back to the phone call. “No! No! You didn’t…Sorry! Argh!” Groaning in frustration, you looked back at the computer screen, “I don’t know what to do, Ali…” You muttered.

“What is it?” With her still standing there, Clara finally asked out loud. She genuinely looked concerned. Embarrassed, you pointed at the screen.

“No it’s just…” you paused, “I have to go to this Cooperate Dinner thingy tomorrow, and I don’t know what to get…” you added, “…the Black or the White”.

Silent for a few seconds, you stared at Clara as she rubbed her chin with seriousness, while making a careful observation at the screen. Finally, her fingers snapped loudly.

“The White One…” Confidence oozed out of her voice as she replied. Looking back at the dress, you took a deep breath. V neck on the front along with a low cut in the back, the pure white silk evening gown certainly possessed the potential to be a show stopper.

“I mean…Why be afraid to stand out?”

Clara’s words, they rang in your ears so loudly. Pointing at the dress, she continued: 

“Wear this, and No one will be able to take their eyes off you” The manner in which she uttered, you were suddenly filled with enough power to head out to the battlefield. Her words, they were simply invisible embellishments to the dress, making it the armor and the secret weapon. It simply became powerful. And finally, you were convinced on which dress to finally purchase. Lips forming into a warm smile, you thanked her inaudibly.

“YAY!” Allison cried out on the line, “Whoever just said that, I agree with you” Chucking, Clara cleared her throat and looked at your mobile phone.

“Hey there…It’s Clara by the way…” she said to Allison. You suppressed a huge grin as you imagined Allison’s surprise upon hearing that.

“Oh…YOU’RE Clara?…” she said, pausing, “Well I like how you think, Clara” she said happily afterwards. Relieved by the sight of both your best friend and your new friend being acquainted, your eyes moved back to the beautiful dress. 

“Wear this, and No one will be able to take their eyes off you”

Clara may be right. But you were a simple woman, and your wishes were just as simple. Little did anyone know how your heart simply longed for just one person to indulge your presence for the entire evening. But the possibility of that, was just your wishful thinking. You could only hope for the evening be as successful as imagined. As long as it had the perfect touch of jazz piano playing in the background.

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With notes played with the fluidity of a free flowing stream, the jazz piano music was certainly better tonight than it was that Friday evening weeks ago. With tonight, you only hoped to replace the horrid memory of violence that linked the genre of music with an evening more refined. For tonight, you were no violator, nor a drunkard. You were merely a lady in a beautiful, silk dress.

Walking through the Lobby in your silver open toe heels, you came into the realization of how the dress simply became you. Contrary to your fears, it embraced your curves effortlessly, while the material was kind to you, caressing and cooling your skin.The dress itself contained a sense of assurance you would most likely receive from a trusted friend, some good Samaritan, kindly whispering positive affirmations. Fashioning the outfit with your Mikimoto pearls, you felt you were prepared enough.

You were punctual, fortunately. Lillian would have been proud. When you arrived at the reserved table, the other Heads were just about to take their seats. Cold, curt nods were passed on to you the moment they caught sight of you. Lucius Fox, however was humble enough to smile widely upon seeing you.

“I appreciate you coming in tonight…” He stated, as he politely ushered you to your seat, which granted you access between him and Head of Legal, Ted’s Boss, “This is usually Lillian’s gig” he said.

“Yes I heard,” you agreed while sitting down together, “And she does it flawlessly”

“I think you’ll be able to hold off your own” Fox assured, quite impressed by your appearance tonight. You smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. Fox” you nodded, looking at him, until he suddenly rose from his own chair. 

“Ah! The man of the hour”

He said as  he looked ahead, “…so glad you could come, Mr.Wayne” 

The mere mention of that man’s name made you turn forward in a flash. Bruce Wayne was simply Suave incarnate. He certainly brought forth great depth to his presence everywhere he set foot on. You swore the airways inside began to dry out as your breath was taken away in secret. However, that breath was quickly stomped and discarded recklessly when you realized he was no alone. With a beautiful woman on his arm, he arrived at the table.

When that strong, sour feeling came over you, you were mature enough to admit it was simple jealousy. Yet then again, the playboy lifestyle certainly was demanding. The flashing smile Bruce wore slightly disappeared , when his eyes met yours from the corner of the table. With your sour jealousy stewing you, it was a sheer relief that he took his seat on the other far corner.

“Really Mr .Wayne, This is such a pleasant surprise” Mr. Kline, Head of Accounting mentioned with joy.

“Well, Mr. Fox is getting better with power of persuasion, I suppose ” Wayne said, looking at Lucius, “So...” rubbing his hands together, he smiled, “What are we all having? My treat...” 

To everyone’s delight, the night certainly started off on a positive note. According to the trusted word of Lucius Fox, Sushi was the prime choice of food on every single dinner . It was the shared interest with all the Heads by coincidence. Thus, becoming a tradition.

Fortunately for you, you knew your way with Japanese cuisine enough to save your face. Wine and Sake were in abundance in the table, leaving most of the Heads and Wayne’s date quite excited with intoxication. It was certainly a surprise for you, to see the Heads break out into wide smiles and childish attitudes once the alcohol entered their systems. They did not speak much with you, which you were fine with. You were the new one there , after all. But with Fox next to you, you felt a fatherly figure watched over you. You listened to him with earnest, which was not so difficult with his charismatic voice.

You also longed for a distraction. A strong distraction from Bruce Wayne’s eyes secretly claiming ownership over you the entire time. Could he be watching Fox? Or you? You honestly did not know. As much as your inner heart jumped for Joy by the thought of him watching you, confusion ruled supreme.

The turn of the conversation topic from Work to Sailing suddenly tempted the Heads call Mr Fox over to the other side, forcing him and Bruce to change seats instead. His date did not even notice, as she was busy engrossed in her phone. Though you were at your element, calmly eating your maki rolls in silence, your heart beat increased in an instant when his presence nearby was confirmed. His aura gently murmured a greeting of affection, urging you to look up from your plate. Covering your mouth, you politely swallowed the food. With the others engaged in their own little world, it seemed that you and Bruce were suddenly left to yourselves.

“Thank you again for the Bakkwa”

You began, clearing your throat “…it was heavenly” you said, smiling whilst flashing your full red lips. Smiling back warmly, he leaned forward to the table.

“I don’t wanna brag but...��� he paused, “I found that store all by myself” He said softly, as it was a dramatic secret. Eyes widened, you played along: “Oh! I find that hard to believe” You said, chuckling.

“Ask me the address, I dare you” He said blankly, making you chuckle harder. Nodding, you generously accepted his kindness. Be it text or face to face, talking to Bruce Wayne symbolized pure joy to you.

“Well, well, well…”

An eerie voice, a voice that haunted your intoxicated memories, and a voice that caused the hairs of the back of your neck to stand. It was a voice you knew well. So bloody well.

“Isn’t this a surprise?”

The entire table looked over to find Erik Henderson. With a gracefully beautiful and age appropriate woman standing beside him, Henderson was as smug as he could be. “Mr. Henderson...” Fox said. Henderson looked right at him. “Lucius...” He uttered, without casting a single glance at Bruce Wayne. The sight of him brought a sense of fear to you. According to Officer Blake, he could very much be responsible for all the attacks you were victim to during the past few weeks. The possibility was high. Thus, the intimidation was justified. Funny how the intoxicated group of Heads managed to maintain their frozen states for a few seconds. As if their buzz was killed right off.

“Well,..” Henderson began, maintain his unimpressed expression,  “I wish you all have a pleasant evening” He stressed , slowly turning to leave. “And You!” A gasp left you the moment he spun back to point his index finger at you with such ferocity and anger. With bated breath, you wondered if time froze. Until he suddenly smiled at you. “You behave now...” He said mockingly, chuckling with power as he finally left the table. With the awkward silence taking control, embarrassment injected itself into you. The way he spoke to you was certainly disrespectful. So much so, your right hand quickly clenched into a tight fist , forcing you to revisit the trauma even now by his cruel words. All your anger, centralized into this fist.

But that anger suddenly vanished into thin air, the moment you felt Bruce’s palm rest over your fist. A literal warmth spread across every cell on your being, as his palm comforted you, and empathized with you more than ever. A few seconds of that sent you to a level of peace you never visited. The fact that a man such as he was with his inner conflicts could still heal you unexpectedly, it was magic to you. Finally looking at him, you nodded with gratefulness, leading him to take his away politely.

With silence still in charge, you were guilty of your past actions ruining tonight’s occasion as well. “Maybe it’s the alcohol but...” Kline slowly began, “...that Henderson’s face always reminds me of an…animal…” he remarked, breaking the ice, “l can’t place which one exactly...” He struggled, snapping his fingers away to remember. “A Bat?” Another Head inquired. “YES!” Kline yelled out loud, causing others to finally laugh and feel the comfort take center stage once more. Letting out a sigh, you were relieved to let them converse and make merry. You were occupied enough, recovering from Bruce’s sudden touch. “...and speaking of Bats...” Kline slurred out, “That Batman fella...” “-He comes up every time…” Fox yelled towards your direction with a sigh, while the others clapped in glee. Being so popular, it was no surprise that many consider Batman to be a celebrity of his own right. “-wonder if he ever has any off days?” Kline sniggered, red in the face with sake. “Ha! Like paid leave, you mean?” “And don’t forget insurance! Boy! that man needs a big one” “Hahaha!” “Mr.Wayne! Mr. Wayne!” Kline yelled at Bruce, “Any idea about him from the grapevine ?” He inquired. “What?” Bruce asked, “…that Looney!?!” He added with an amused smile, “Eh! Not interested” he replied with an unimpressed tone. “Why?” It seemed that everyone was curious. Even you were. “Because...” Bruce paused, “Well…he’s a Looney! That’s all….” he laughed, shaking his hand in the air with dismissal. His carefree laughter infected the others, except you. As you were too occupied observing him, you could not even focus. He may have not worn the cowl, but he was certainly wearing his mask. Noticing your stare, Bruce turned to find your face filled with a soft smile.

“You really don’t mean that about the guy, right?” You murmured softly. And all the sudden, that carefree expression of his slowly melted away to reveal his true form, unmasked. “No” Calm and collected, he shook his head with a gentle smile. A sudden urge to embrace him was birthed in you for some reason, it was certainly out of your control. “Hey! Lillian’s Backup!” You jumped upon hearing Kline call you out loudly. With all eyes on landing towards your direction, you quickly sat up straight, “What’s your take on him? The Batman?” Kline inquired informally. “Oh!” Pleasantly surprised, you were speechless for a few seconds. What were you to say really? “I -I rather not say...” you admitted, as you found yourself chuckling shyly. “Eh!” Kline muttered, seemingly unamused, “She’s no fun”he claimed,  “…not like Lillian now, is she?” The others hummed together in agreement. They may have gotten lost in their own world of conversation once again. Yet, the words Kline blurted affected you deeply. “Well….” You sighed, “Nothing I haven’t heard before”   “What is…?” Bruce’s inquiry made you look at him. Placing both your elbows on the table, you took a deep breath as you kept a brave, fixed gaze at him:

“You’re.. no… fun”

You said, in a low yet strong tone as you emphasized on every word with pain, “…that one”

“I find that hard to believe” Bruce said. He did not flinch. Instead, he accepted your stare and held on to it firmly. Even with the golden lights you were still able to make out the beautiful hazel green eyes of his up close. His gaze, it was as powerful as anything physical. As if his eyes could caress the back of your neck, brushing the loose hair from it, leaving nothing but shivers on you.

Finally breaking free from it, you sat back with a chuckle.

“Well” you began, “…you obviously haven’t met my ex”

You watched his eyebrows furrow the moment those words exited you. Taking a huge sip of wine, you pressed your lips together.

“He said I fall too fast....” you began, “or care too much...or something”

Revisiting that dark period in your life was akin to walking a thousand miles backwards, just to get your heart pricked by sharp, rusted nails. The mere image of it forced you to gulp more wine.  

“Well, Where is he now?”

Bruce asked softly. Taking a third sip, you looked back at him:

“You mean after he cheated on me?” You asked, chuckling sadly, “…He flew off somewhere…with his new girlfriend” you said, sighing “Apparently I was too predictable and doesn’t play hard to get”

“Then…” Bruce began, “…what about you throwing punches at Henderson?”

“That?” You widened your eyes, “Oh that’s just the whiskey”

Laughter ensued, breaking the tension between the two once again. Truthfully, you felt much at ease right then.

“I bet you don’t have that problem, playing the field and all” You said, holding on to your wine glass. Bruce smiled.

“Ah! Getting too attached doesn’t help anyone, I guess” he answered. And for some reason, you could empathize. Now more than ever.

“True...” you agreed, looking at him. However, that warmth you carried for him was also enlarged, and suddenly emotion overpowered logic.

“I know this is the corniest you’ve heard always….” you paused, “…but when the right person comes along...it’s so worth it” you continued, taking a deep, shaky breath, “…even if your heart gets broken into millions...billions of pieces”

Your eyes locked onto his with every word you uttered, and to your surprise, he did not look away. For a moment, his gaze on you translated into deep belief. For a Moment, his gaze dismissed every other occupant in the restaurant,  except you. For a moment his silence proved that anything was possible.

Until you realized, never was life that easy.

“But like I said…” You added, blinking away the heavy stare, “... it’s not your problem” You said, fiddling with your clutch purse mindlessly.   “Actually I-” “Whoops!” You sniggered when the clutch purse dropped out of your hand. Laughing together, you both found yourselves bending down to search for it.

“Let Me get that-” Bruce volunteered, as he spotted the purse, grabbing it for you.

“Thank you” You murmured shyly, reaching out your hand to take it.

The mere act of a clutch purse being transferred from one hand to another never felt this intense. A circus act commenced inside your stomach all the sudden. The manner you found yourself blushing, certainly proved his effect as a whole. The warmth of his palm earlier, it brought protection and comfort in the time of danger. However, the slightest brush of his fingers just now, it birthed confetti of butterflies, causing the internal circus to go berserk.

As he looked you up and down, you prayed he did not notice the red on your cheeks. For this man had such power over you, it was sheer chaos. But a beautifully, addictive one.

“Your Dress...” he breathed, making your own breath shake, “You look very-” “Bruce!” A seductive voice emerged out of the blue, as you realized it was his date walking over to his side. Being one of Gotham’s most well known supermodels, she exuded beauty with her tall and thin frame and brunette locks flowing down her shoulders. Wrapping her goddess-like arms around his neck, she whispered a few words to him before heading over to the restroom area. Compared to her, you felt like a little cinder block. “She’s beautiful...” you muttered hoarsely, looking down at your wine. You heard him sigh uncomfortably. “Listen...” Bruce began, causing your heart to long for hope, “I-” “Would you like anything else, Sirs?” The emotional roller coaster unexpectedly finished its ride when an over enthusiastic waiter’s loud voice caused everyone in the table to look up. “No, Thank you...” Fox said, slowly getting up, “Actually, I think might head home now” “And I will join you” You said, standing up in a flash, “Ladies, Gentleman...” you nodded to the Heads, “...Mr. Wayne” Giving him a slight nod, you turned to follow Lucius Fox. You dared not turn back to see his face. That would just show weakness. Just walk away, it was the right thing to do. The longer you will linger, the stronger your attachment will be. The stronger your need to love him will be. And what would be the use of strengthening that existing love, when the odds were always in the way?

Seduced by the women with the highest standards of beauty and power, you obviously must seem like nothing for a man such as he. You were simply charity, the employee in need. Perhaps your ex was right, You really were no fun.

Besides, being jealous was never your right, not especially when you did not even pour your heart out. And when you would not even consider doing so, being tied to morals, ethics and rules?

And if he even had not shown you his own heart, what gave you the right to be angry with anyone, except yourself?

You asked yourself, why were you wasting your time?

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Allison’s eyes grew wide with excitement the moment you arrived home.

Clutching onto her bowl of popcorn, she watched you close the door and lean against it to look back at her. Though her hair was in a messy bun, she still managed to pull off ‘homely cool’.

“So...” she began softly, “How did it go?” Silent, You took a deep breath, not knowing where to begin. “Well-” “-Did you make Wayne cream his pants?” Allison cut you off with glee, seemingly over excited. Jaw dropped, your face contorted with disgust. “Ali! …ewww” You exclaimed, seeing her perverted expression and suggestive eyebrows. Truthfully the thought of it brought some laughter soon after. You felt calmer. “Well, did he?” Allison was persistent. Pushing yourself from the door, you began to take off your shoes, “Well…” You paused, “I think he liked what he saw” you said smiling shyly. “Yeah?” Her excitement still intact, as you sat next to her.

“I think so…” you said, reminiscing those precious moments his blessed eyes watched only you, “…but…” you paused, “it doesn’t matter…”, Sighing, you shook your head frantically, “…cause he was with a Supermodel tonight so...” “Supermodel? Sweetie, I’m sorry” laying her head on your shoulder, Allison sighed in response. Patting her on the lap, you got up. Just like that, the little giddy excitement between two women suddenly crashed and burned upon knowing they were hopeless going against a supermodel.

“Hey! by the way…” Allison began, “…did you give money for Mrs. Hernandez’s going away party?”

You froze.

“Shit!” You cried out, “ I forgot!”

Mrs. Hernandez was one of the lovely tenants in the apartment building who will be moving out this week to go live with her son. All tenants were supposed to pool in for the going away party, today being the deadline. Opening your purse with haste, you groaned. “Damn it! I don’t have any change...” Of course you did not. Not when you gave away your last note to Clara yesterday. With the current use of cards and e-payment, you rarely used cash these days.

“Me neither, Sweetie” Allison replied, mindlessly staring at the television. You sighed. Transferring the money will not do as it wont be convenient for the others. And being a bad tenant was the last thing on your mind.

“Screw it!” You said, “I’ll just go get some now”   Running to your room, you proceeded to change.

“Cool…” Allison uttered quietly, until she remembered, “By the way, can you also get milk?”Allison yelled to your room,  “WE’RE OUT ALREADY!!”

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If wearing an elegant dress brought out the glamorous woman in you, then leggings and an oversized black hoodie brought out the homebody. With the hood over your head, you dug your hands in the deep pockets whilst standing at the line for the ATM. What was taking so long?

Almost 11pm, yet the neighborhood was bustling more than usual. In fact, it fascinated you. Younger folk in higher numbers lingered hanging about by the Bodega. You wondered if a party was taking place somewhere nearby, as most of them wore clothes with a similar vibe. Some danced to the loud music that played, some drank sitting on the pavement, while some lined up in front of you in the ATM line. Was it a party? Or a flashmob? Or were you suddenly intruding the filming of a music video? It simply seemed so unrealistic. Could it be the sake and wine were forcing you to imagine all this?

Then moment your phone started to ring, you knew you were not imagining. Not when the phone vibrated in your hand, not when the name of the caller caused you to breath deeply.

“Mr.Wayne?”

His breath over the phone sent shivers down your spine so subtly. Attraction was indeed a strange phenomenon.

“Hey! Did you go home okay?” 

He asked. Nodding, you looked around.

“Of course.” You replied, “Mr. Fox was kind enough to drop me straight home”

“Good. Good,” As he muttered in a rush, you heard him exhale, “ Listen, can we talk? ”

Nervousness took you over with a sudden burn in your face. What must he wish to say? Was he attempting to confirm what you already dread about? Was he fully acknowledging your desires to be futile and hopeless? You kept quiet as he continued:

“About tonight…I really-” he paused, “Where are you?” The loud cheers of some of the younger folk interrupted the conversation. Amongst the crowd, a lone figure walked over to the middle of the street.

“I’m at the Bodega nearby my place” you replied, trying to be nonchalant with him. However, somehow that lone figure standing managed to capture your attention, "Huh! Strange...”

“What is it?”

Your eyebrows furrowed the moment the figure turned to face your direction. Familiarity was quite strong in him. “There’s this guy here…” you said, “… who looks just like-”

You froze, “Oh no!” You breathed.

The moment the figure effortlessly pulled out a portable machine gun from his oversized long coat, it clearly dawned on you on who he really was:

“Mr. Slender?” You muttered to yourself.

Pointing the weapon upwards, loud and rapid shots were fired, causing panic amongst the public. The shock forced your hands to lose control, almost dropping your phone to the ground.

“Hello? Hello?”

You heard Bruce loud and clear, yet you were not in the right state of mind to respond. The chaos, certainly forced your heart to beat right out of your chest. The beating, increased without any prior announcement shocked you, as if the live, blood pumping organ might literally fall out of your flesh vessel.

“EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND, NOW!”

Mr.Slender bellowed, finally revealing his masculine and controlled voice. The public, including those inside the Bodega made their way to the ground. With Mr. Slender’s reinforcements inside the building, it was made sure no one were to reach out for law enforcement any time soon. Just when it seemed all had complied to his command, one obstinate young man rose up quickly.

“Hey man!” The man cried out, walking over to him, “Be cool…Be-”

“I SAID ON THE GROUND!”

Blood curdling screams erupted from the crowd when Mr.Slender brutally fired at the man, sending him flying back, falling on to the ground like a bloody piece of meat. Given the continuous reactions from the people nearby, he was certainly dead. Emptiness and fear swallowed you whole upon witnessing this.

“DON’T EVEN THINK OF BEING STUBBORN!! ”

Mr.Slender yelled out, brandishing his gun around, “MY DEMANDS ARE SIMPLE...”

He continued, “I’M LOOKING FOR ONE PARTICULAR PERSON…” he said, “AND I WILL NOT LEAVE…UNTIL THAT PERSON STEPS FORWARD!!”

Scenes such as these, they were never expected but only imagined in modes of fiction. Be it novels or films. However, when you truly got to taste it in the rusty reality, only then did you realize the gravity of its horror. And only then at that fateful moment, did you genuinely fear for your precious life.

Especially when the person he was looking for, was you.

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Summertime Sadness - Ch.5

Word count: 2019

Warnings: Language, angst, talk of some inappropriate things (sex but like..shhh)

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Song suggestions: ‘39 by Queen and You’re My Best Friend by Queen

You couldn’t keep the dorky smile off your face while Josh drove away in his Jeep. You pulled out your phone and dialed your brother’s number and he answered after about four rings and you could tell you had just woken him up.

“What do you want?” he answered in a groggy voice.

“John, I need you to come to unlock the front door.”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I’m outside so please just come open the door and try not to wake Mom or Dad.”

You heard your phone beeping signaling that he ended the phone call and it only took a few minutes before you heard the front door unlocking and opening. Johnny was standing there wearing just a pair of black sweatpants and his hair looking like a mess.

“Thank you so much,” you whispered but he just looked at you with wide eyes.

“Welcome home, Y/N.” You mom was standing right behind Johnny as you walked inside the house.

Fuck.

“Mom, I can explain.”

“I don’t want to hear it, did you really think you could sneak out?”

“Mom, I-”

“I don’t know what has gotten into you but you are being completely disrespectful of your Father and me!” she started to scream.

“I’m going to go to bed,” Jonny mumbled and he shuffled up the stairs. You took a step towards your brother to follow him up the stairs but your mom quickly hopped in front of you, stopping you.

“Next time you shouldn’t leave your window wide open,” she said with a sarcastic tone.

“What?”

“When the window is open it makes your door bang even when it’s closed, and so I went in to check on you, and you weren’t there. Kind of obvious, Y/N.”

The window. The fucking window.

“Mom, I’m so sorry.”

“Where were you? With a boy?”

“I was on a drive with a friend.”

“I can’t believe you!” Your mom’s raised voice made a lump form in your throat. The excitement and contentment from the night were quickly swallowed with anger and regret.

“You’re grounded, for real this time. A week.”

“A week? Mom that’s bullshit”

“You want two weeks?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Get your ass upstairs. Now.” Your mom stood with one hand on her hip and the other pointing upstairs. You stomped upstairs, cursing under your breath.

It wasn’t fair. You can’t even enjoy life and you’re eighteen. You were an adult but that didn’t stop your mom from being territorial.

You stripped out of your outfit and threw on pajamas and hopped in bed. Your eyes were stinging from the holding back of tears that so desperately wanted to come out. Finally, you gave in.

The sobs came fast, and soon you could barely breathe in between the tears. You grabbed your phone and pulled Josh’s number up. You started to compose a text.

I’m grounded. I’m sorry.

He responded back almost immediately.

It’s my fault, I’m the one that should be apologizing. I'm sorry.

You decided to stop texting him and just try to go to sleep. You weren’t sure how you were feeling. Your body was buzzing from Josh pretty much admitting he had feelings for you, and at the same, you were hurt and angry that you were grounded.

You woke up the next morning around nine, and your mom was downstairs blasting Queen on the record player you guys had. You knew that she wanted to wake you up on purpose.

You got up out of bed and threw on a pair of running shorts and a blue sweatshirt. You stumbled down the hall to see your mom and Bri dancing in the living room.

“Good morning!” Bri ran over to you and grabbed your hands to try to dance.

“I’m not in the mood, Bri.”

“Why? Because you’re grounded?”

“Exactly,” you chuckled, giving a dirty look to your mom when she wasn’t looking. This made Bri giggle.

“What’s so funny?” your mom asked.

“Nothing!” you and Bri singsonged in unison. You walked over to the pantry and poured yourself a bowl of cereal, and Bri did the same.

“I want to hear about last night!” she whispered, and you nodded.

“Later.”

You both sat down and started to eat your breakfast, and soon after Johnny came down and joined you guys.

“Good morning Johnny!” Bri scooted her chair over to give room for him.

He kissed the top of her head, “Good morning, baby sis.”

“Where’s my goodmorning?” you asked.

“I don’t like you right now so you don’t get a good morning.”

You threw your napkin at his face, “Fuck off.”

“Hey, language!” Bri giggled.

“She woke me up at like one in the morning!” Johnny complained but you just rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t have had to sneak out if mom didn’t give me a curfew,” you tried to argue but you could tell by Johnny’s look that your mom who was behind you was not very happy.

“I can always extend your grounding, Y/N,” she spoke in a stern voice.

“No, I think I’m good!” you shoveled the rest of the cereal in your mouth and went to put it in the dishwasher. You didn’t even say bye to your family before you hurried back up to your room to work on homework.

You had only been in your room for about five minutes before Bri came barging in.

“Johnny was being a dick to you,” she spoke.

“Bri, you’re not supposed to say dick.”

“Why? I’ve sucked one so I should be allowed to say it.”

You groaned, “Don’t remind me of your sexual encounters when you’re only fourteen.”

“Hey, don’t judge!”

“I’m not, remember? No judgments.” You reminded her of the promise you both made when you were little. You promised her that you would never judge anything she told you and that she should feel safe to tell you anything.

“I know, anyways, spill what happened last night!”

“Nothing really happened, Bri. Josh picked me up and we went on a drive. He did say he likes me.”

You watched Bri’s eyes light up. “You mean you are going to date him??”

“I mean, I hope so!”

“I’m so happy for you!” she ran up and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Thanks for being the only supportive one around here, Bri. I love you, baby sis,” you whispered before giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

Bri left you and you decided to work more on your poetry instead of studying. You titled this one ‘Drive’, but you were having writer’s block on how to start it. Suddenly, your phone started vibrating from a call from Mariah.

“Hey, Mar, what’s up?” you answered.

“I miss you! Can I come over?”

“Um, I’m grounded so let me ask.”

“Why are you grounded?”

“I snuck out to go on a drive with Josh.”

“Holy shit, Y/N! Anyways, text me when you find out if I can come over.”

“Will do!” you hung up and headed downstairs to find your mom. She was busy in the kitchen doing meal prep for the next week.

“Hey Mom, Mariah wanted to know if she could come over today.” You knew your mom loved Mariah, so you were sure she would say yes.

“I suppose.”

“Thanks, Mom!” you headed back upstairs to text Mariah.

My Mom said yes! See you in a little.

It only took about a half hour for Mariah to show up. Your mom did some catching up with her before you two finally snuck up to your bedroom.

“So, tell me more about last night!” she insisted.

“Well, Josh asked to go on a late night drive and I decided to sneak out. I jumped off my roof,” you chuckled.

“Nice, nice, and?”

“And we listened to music and just got to know each other more!”

“So no more kissing?”

“Nope.”

Mariah sighed. “Well, Tyler and I are on a break right now.” Her eyes got this sad look in them. You walked over to her and wrapped your arm around her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, not wanting to force her to talk if she didn’t want to.

“Yeah, it’s just that I wanted to, you know, have sex and he said he wanted to wait and I guess I got angry and he said he wanted a break.”

“You scared him off, didn’t you?” you tried to make a joke out of the situation, knowing it always made Mariah feel better. “Well you guys have taken breaks before, and I’m sure if you just let him think stuff through, it will be okay.”

“I guess, it’s just he said he loved me a while ago and I thought he wanted to take it to the next step.”

“Did he give any reason why he wanted to wait?”

“Not really, but I’m guessing his religious parents have something to do with it.”

You gave her shoulder another squeeze to try to make her feel better, “Mariah, you deserve happiness and I truly believe Tyler made you happy. Try talking to him later this week.”

“Okay thank you, Y/N. The thing is I don’t want to lose him, and I would wait forever to have sex with him as long as it means I won’t ever have to lose him.” She started to cry.

“Mariah don’t cry, please. It will be okay!” you handed her a tissue, and she wiped her tears away.

“I needed some good girl time,” she whispered between sobs.

“Me too, me fucking too,” you both laughed.

“I also had something to ask you,” Mariah said as she stood from your bed and walked over to your closet.

“Yes?” you asked suspiciously.

“There’s a party tomorrow night, and I was thinking you could invite Josh!”

“Mar, I’m grounded. Remember?”

“But Y/N, hear me out, your family loves me! Just tell them you are having a sleepover at my house and I’m sure they will believe you!”

“I guess that could work.”

“Here, follow me!” She wiped her nose and made sure she looked presentable before grabbing your hand and pulling you downstairs to your mom and dad who was sitting in the living room watching the news.

“Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I know Y/N is grounded but could she come over to my house tomorrow night for a sleepover? I just got a new game for the Wii and I wanted to have a girl’s night over there!” She put on this facade and flashed her white teeth. Your parents were buying every part of it.

“That sounds fun! I suppose she can go as long as you both stay at your house!” your mom said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N!” she went over and gave your mom a tight hug and she winked at you from over her shoulder.

“Thanks, mom,” you kind of mumbled. Mariah grabbed your hand again and pulled you all the way back up to your room.

“See? I told you I could get them to say yes! I’m gonna head home now, but come over tomorrow around 3 and we can get ready together!” she said before getting her stuff and heading out. That was one thing you loved about Mariah, she was unpredictable and always found a way for things to happen. You were a little perplexed how she went from crying to laughing to leaving all in the span of an hour but you decided to not question it.

You were excited about the party, and especially about the thought of Josh being there as well. You wondered if Tyler was going to be there and if he and Mariah would get back together.

You grabbed your phone and sent a text to Josh.

Hey Dun, want to go to a party tomorrow night?

He responded back immediately.

Hey Y/L/N! How did you manage that? I would love to!

Hopefully, tomorrow's party would end up being much better than the last party you were at.

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[dramaticwrites]

Mood Rings (3/?)

Title: Mood Rings

Chapter: 3/?

Fandom: DCU

Pairing:  Jason Todd/Roy Harper

AO3:  HERE

Note: Oh look its been three years since I’ve updated but here I am...back in JayRoy hell.  I lost all my notes but I’m giving it another go

Summary:  Jason just wanted to eat some cereal not explain to a grown man that a mood ring is not an engagement ring.  

Jason had no idea how he ended up here, in a room full of people he didn’t know, wearing a suit and tie like some ‘proper kid’

Jason had no idea how he ended up here, in a room full of people he didn’t know, wearing a suit and tie like some ‘proper kid’.  Actually that wasn’t true, he knew how he ended up here, Dick fucking Grayson.  Like most mistakes in his life, this one could be traced back to Dick, though to be fair some of those mistakes were just him finding a way to blame Dick.  Of course this actually was Dick’s fault, he had just stopped by to ask for the contact information for a client he and Roy were working with and somehow that had lead to Dick withholding the information unless he promised to come to some Wayne benefit.  While this seemed like the easier way at the time, he was beginning to have second thoughts.  

Really, he could have blamed Roy, who was also the one who said it would be easier plus then he could “bond with his brothers”.  That should have been a clue that dying again might be preferable to this evening.  So far he had spend most of the evening hiding in the back of the room with a glass of wine and a plate of hors d'oeuvre that he had swiped with Tim.  Unfortunately for Tim he had been caught up by someone recognized one of the Wayne children and had dragged him off to dance with their daughter, and Jason didn’t dare intervene especially since it was so much more fun to watch Tim twirling some pretty blond girl as if he didn’t have a boyfriend waiting for him at home.

“Having fun?”  Jason turned to see Dick standing next to him.  Honestly he was surprised he was able to pull away, he was usually the star of these things.  Good looks and a charming personality and enough money to make the world go round, that’s what they people thrived on.

“Tim looks pretty miserable and I got a tray of food so I guess this could be worse.”  Jason said with a shrug.  Okay it wasn’t the worst way to spend the evening, in fact he’s pretty sure it would almost be fun if he had dragged Roy like he originally planned so they could make fun of all the insufferable rich people. 

Dick laughed, “High praise coming from you.  I’m surprised you didn’t try to drag Roy with you.”

“I don’t hate Roy enough to do that too him.”  Jason said lightly, though that was exactly why he didn’t bring Roy.  Roy may be able to rock a suit a little more than Jason would care to admit, but Roy wasn’t really a suit kind of guy which worked really well for Jason who would have loved to trade his slacks for jeans any day. 

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Dick was staring at him with a huge grin on his face.  “What?”  He asked roughly.  Dick happy never lead to good things, at least from Jason’s point of view.

Dick just threw his hands up in the air, “Nothing.  Nothing at all.”  There was a moment of silence between the two before Dick started again. “You look nice in that suit by the way.”

“That’s a very creepy thing to say.”  Jason said popping one of the cheese hors d'oeuvre into his mouth.

“No it’s not, I’m just saying it’s nice to see you in something not your uniform.”  Dick said.  “So are you going to wear that to the wedding?”  The cheese had been a bad idea because as soon as the word wedding was uttered, Jason started to choke.  Dick slammed on his back until he was able to cough up the cheese of betrayal.

Jason coughed for a few more moments, taking a sip of the drink Dick offered, which both helped and hurt as it was more alcohol than anything else.  Once he was able to recover he turned to look at Dick.  “What wedding?”

“Yours and Roy’s?  I don’t think choking and mess with your memory.”  He teased.  

“We are not getting married.”  Jason said very slowly, hoping each word would drill it into Dick’s mind.  He would also have to repeat this to Roy when he got home.

“Sure you are, Roy showed me his ring.  Really thought you’d get him something classier than a mood ring.”  Dick said with a shrug.

Jason growled.  “Of course I’d get him something nice, if I actually proposed.  But I didn’t.  I just gave him a stupid cereal prize.  I wasn’t even a good cereal prize.”

“Then why did he he get excited when I gave him those wedding magazines?”

“You gave him those.”  Jason screeched, a few people turning to look at them, including Bruce who gave a stern look to which Jason really wanted to act out more.  

Dick smiled and Jason was really ready to punch that smile off of his face.  “Of course!  I figured the sooner I get in on this wedding the better chance I have at being best man.”  

“I hate you.”  Jason said plainly.  “And we’re not getting married.  I’m out of here.”  He said grabbing his jacket.  No contact information was worth sitting around talking to Dick about wedding plans.  There were limits to his sanity.

“Okay, I’ll message you the phone number.”  Dick called after him.  “And tell Roy country weddings are really in style right now.”

Jason couldn’t help but turning back just for one second.  “We are not having a country wedding.”  

“So you are having a wedding?”  Dick said raising his eyebrow.  

Either Jason was going to punch Dick or he needed to leave.  While he knew it would be very satisfying to hit Dick, he knew that Roy would be less than pleased about it.  So instead he turned and stormed out of the ballroom.  It wasn’t until he got downstairs that he noticed that Dick had sent him the contact information he wanted, along with the number of a highly recommended wedding planner.  He didn’t know what he was more mad about the fact that he had been sent a wedding planner for a wedding that wasn’t happening or the fact that Dick didn’t think he and Roy could plan their own wedding.

#jayroy #Jason Todd #roy harper #batfam #dick grayson

[penguin-writes-books]

DIRECTOR’S CUT THAT DAMNED UNIVERSE. -L

Spoilers!That Damned Universe was heavily inspired by a couple of books I once read, and I think it has a lot of meaning that goes under the radar of a lot of people, instead being registered subconsciously (the whole point of my writing, frankly). Here’s a ridiculously in-depth rundown of each chapter, from the writer’s point of view.Chapter 1The first chapter was meant to introduce the storyline, and show some exposition. Lincoln Academy was named after my elementary school, and is structured in a ridiculously unconventional manner, given the strong academic drive of the academy. We find out quickly that Cyrus, TJ, Andi, and Buffy all room in Stanford Dormitory along with the rest of the freshman class, and Amber is in Halsey. Halsey was named after my favorite building of the college in my hometown, while Stanford was after the university, where Cyrus would end up going to major in psychology if TDU extended that far.I put Cyrus on the fourth floor and Andi and Buffy on the second for the sole purpose of creating conversational periods between characters as they go between one another’s rooms or to and from classes. This set up the framework for TJ and Cyrus’ first kiss later on.I intentionally wrote Cyrus to react to his arrival at Lincoln with minimal homesickness for two reasons. The first, of course, is that Cyrus grew up with four incredibly overbearing but well-meaning parents, and he is eager to take a deep breath. The second is that Cyrus, as all characters and people must be, is a psychologically complex character, and his immediate lack of emotional displacement comes from that fact. He’s so overwhelmed upon arriving at Lincoln that he doesn’t have the time to catch his breath, let alone miss his parents.Finally, the last line. TJ almost immediately tells Cyrus he finds him fascinating upon meeting him, which feels almost rushed, but was planned to feel as such. TJ’s first impression of Cyrus is so sudden and rushed because he immediately likes Cyrus, and isn’t quite sure how to express his emotions, so he naturally does his best to make Cyrus happy.Chapter 2The first line of the second chapter (Cyrus woke to his alarm, going off at exactly 5:55 am, as it always had - Cyrus was sure it always would.) is a representation of how Cyrus follows a schedule in his life that doesn’t change, and he assumes it never will. However, in chapter 6, he doesn’t wake to his alarm, because he’d fallen asleep with TJ the night before. This was coded to imply that TJ teaches Cyrus to let himself be human and have a little more fun.Cyrus wakes to TJ gone, because I wanted to show TJ’s elusive nature early on in the story, then introduce his character a little bit later. His leaving confuses and intrigues Cyrus, effectively prompting him to get to know TJ better.He spends an exorbitant amount of type getting ready on the first day of school, which was to further cement the notion that he’s a touch over-specific in all areas of his life, especially when he’s in a new, unfamiliar, or stressful environment (Lincoln Academy just so happens to be all three).Their odd choice of cereal (both Rice Krispies and Cap'n Crunch) is a little reference to Gilmore Girls, in which Paris and Rory both make interesting and unique cereal and milk mixtures on a couple of occasions.Cyrus’s offhanded comment that TJ hates the universe is not only the root of the title, but a slight character development from TJ, giving him a human characteristic. This at the very least proves that Cyrus and TJ had a conversation of substance the night before, and had learned more than trivial things about one another.Andi and Buffy lightheartedly making fun of him for his taste in unobtainable athletes was meant to allude to his crush on Jonah back home, and to show that he’d grown more comfortable with his sexuality since coming out to them.Lincoln’s class periods are 40 minutes, with a 20-minute break between. This seems absurd at first, but later we’ll find that classes constantly run lat, justifying the minor absurdity.Cyrus and TJ’s conversation between 5th and 6th period is meant to show their friendship and the way Cyrus affects TJ in a positive way. They joke back and forth naturally, complimenting one another and letting the conversation carry without trying too hard.Chapter 3This chapter follows my own change and interpretation of actual things from Andi Mack, turning some of my favorite pieces of the show in relation to Tyrus into my own plotlines. The first is, of course, TJ’s acrimony towards Buffy. In the show, this is expressed as jealousy of her basketball skills, whereas I chose to change it into jealousy of her close relationship with Cyrus. TJ immediately leaving when Cyrus and Buffy walk into the dorm room is meant to further stabilize the notion that TJ thinks she and Cyrus are together, though at this point it hasn’t been confirmed.Buffy and Cyrus getting into a fight over his feelings for TJ shows that Cyrus isn’t ready to admit how he feels. This also allows for TJ and Cyrus to become closer when Cyrus can’t turn to Andi and Buffy for constant friendship.Cyrus’s conversation with TJ in the library is interesting, as the second TJ finds out that Cyrus and Buffy aren’t dating, the conversation lightens. They’re then able to have a conversation that moves along without the weight of their mutual awkwardness resting on it. Their academic banter throughout the conversation was meant to show that TJ and Cyrus were both highly academically minded, despite showing that trait in very different ways.Cyrus being unable to stop himself from asking if TJ is okay shows two things about him and his relationship with TJ. The first is that Cyrus is the type of person who cannot refrain from helping others. He shows unconditional empathy for others, and those he loves are never free from his well-meaning comfort. The second thing this shows is that he has grown so comfortable with TJ in under 24 hours that he’s willing to risk stepping possibly outside of his boundaries as an acquaintance/friend to ensure that TJ is going to be alright.

Chapter 4

All of Cyrus’s teachers (Mr. Marlow, Madame Aguillard, Mr. Stile, Mrs. Elliot, Ms. Anderson, Mr. Smith, Mrs. Barnett, Mrs. Bailey) are slight variations of teachers I’ve had this year or last, most of which teach the same subjects I had them for.This chapter has one last interpretation of a classic detail from Andi Mack - the muffin. Their exchange of sandwich for chocolate-chocolate chip muffin proves that they’re friends, and care about one another enough to insist they have their favorite foods.I chose for them to play a game of 20 questions as a way to reveal exposition without stating their backgrounds, interests, and hobbies point-blank. This also allowed me to build their relationship through verbal learning.Marty being the friend who accidentally outed TJ let me introduce him to the story, and having him, Amber, Buffy and Andi rush into TJ and Cyrus’s room let me introduce them to one another. Amber and Andi’s quickness to flirt with one another showed that TJ and Amber inadvertently learned about love in the same way - they both grew up learning from their parents that those you love can leave quickly. Thus, they both picked up a habit of quickly establishing a close relationship with those they’re attracted to before they leave.Chapter 5 Cyrus wakes with a terrible headache the next day (and jokes with TJ about being hungover) because of the yelling and conflict the night before. I put this aspect in for two main reasons. One is, of course, showing that Cyrus can’t stand conflict, and is consistently trying to resolve it. The second reason I put this bit into the story is so that I could allow TJ to minorly comfort Cyrus in a platonic (but romantically intentioned) manner.Cyrus quickly saving TJ from having to out himself to Buffy and Andi was a move that I wrote in to show Cyrus’s growing ability to cut into conversations and protect those he loves, as taught to him by TJ.The small scene of TJ and Cyrus studying together exhibits the lighthearted, carefree side of their relationship that I thought was very important to introduce at some point in the story.The romantic tension between Cyrus and TJ as the former helps TJ with his compass foreshadows their awkward encounter following their first kiss later on. When it ultimately built to them falling asleep holding pinkies, that was meant to show that they were each aware of their feelings for the other, but reluctant to show them.Chapter 6When Cyrus and TJ wake up the next morning, they’re curled around one another, and it causes intense romantic tension between the pair as they go about starting the day. This ends when they go back and forth in a short exchange of ‘I wasn’t’ and 'well neither was I’. TJ tries to kiss Cyrus, but they’re interrupted by a phone call. This signifies the awkward, fumbling nature of the relationship, especially as they go to help Andi. Their acknowledgment of the awkwardness between them is a huge step in their relationship, which ultimately leads to their first kiss.Their argument in the stairwell being the lead up to their kiss was a choice I made because in the heat of an argument, emotions are heightened. This was important for the scene to work, as if they hadn’t been arguing, neither would have the courage to kiss the other.Final ChapterI had Cyrus start the seventh chapter regretting his kiss with TJ to drive the plot. This forced TJ and him to have an actual conversation about what exactly their relationship was at the end of the chapter.Honestly, there were only two reasons I made Buffy aroace. First, I’m ace and I wanted representation, so I took the opportunity when it arose. Second, I wanted to tease you guys with Muffy (anyone paying really close attention to AO3 will have noticed that I tagged TDU as a Marty/Buffy fic, then took away the tag for the last chapter).Cyrus wagering his asking TJ out for Andi doing the same with Amber was a way for me to close the Ambi storyline in a satisfactory way without dedicating an entire chapter exclusively to it.The mini-monologue of Cyrus deciding whether or not to kiss TJ was one I’d been writing in my head since beginning to write TDU, and completed the fic in a way that was so characteristic of my writing that I couldn’t help but throw it in just to make the story feel completely finished.

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[onlywhenitsraininglove-blog]

The Carnage Chapter One

Note: Adult Content, Adult Language and Graphic Violence is used in this story. The adult content is not is NOT pornographic nor will it ever be. Adult language is what it is and the violence is graphic with some detail. Reader beware. If you are underage you should not read these stories!

These are Dark stories, meaning that the hero does not always win. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment what you like about it and don’t like about it, but please be respectful. Just saying you don’t like it or like it, does not help a writer. 

These will be posted under the title and chapter and by chapter since some of these will be very long stories having many chapters. 

These are a work of fiction and copywrite by the writer Michael Metzger Please do not copy but feel free to share by keep my name in each chapter which will be located at the bottom of each chapter. Thank you!

One:

True terror penetrates deep into the soul and portions out its depth of trepidation and anxiety in swells of apprehension and uncertainty. It berates the soul till it surrenders to the inevitable conclusion of its demise and true terror is what Tommy thrived on. It wasn’t sex or the overwhelming need to assert absolute control that drove him to murder but their absolute terror of him, of what he would do next. He fucked and tortured every single person he killed, not because the blood was a turn on, but their fear moved him deeply.

Tommy murdered his first person when he was only thirteen years old. It had been a messy kill, but he had learned much from it. It had been a homeless drunk that he had found sleeping in an old abandoned shamble of a building in Detroit, Michigan. The old drunk had put up a good fight at first, but eventually the razor sharp edge of the knife had started to have an effect, weakening him till he dropped unable to defend himself any further.

When the homeless man finally fell to the hard concrete, his knee’s buckling with pops and creaks of age, Tommy held out his small knife to his victim.

“Small cuts muthafucka,” He had said calmly to his victim. “It weakens you quickly, but doesn’t kill you.”

The homeless man, wondering what he had done to enrage this young man so much that he wanted him dead, looked up into the eyes of a devil. His fear seized him, oozing out his brown, alcohol blood shot eyes and saw a monster, but with the sweet innocent smile of a kid. That was when the torture started and he started screaming. He hadn’t even realized he was screaming until the smiling boy told him that no one was going to hear him.

With all the strength he could muster he spoke a single word, “Why?”

“Why?” The boy replied innocently, “Why will no one hear you, or why am I doing this to you?”

The boy had moved and was now lying directly on the man, seeing his face so close to his caused his breath to catch in his already tortured lungs.

“The answer is simple for both questions. The first being that you did this to yourself because you wanted to be so far away from everything else that now, your screams cannot be heard by anyone outside this building. Sorry, ole chap, but its a matter of opportunity. For the second question, well, why not?” Tommy smiled at him.

Then there was more screaming. Tommy took his time with his first victim. He wanted to relish this moment and remember it forever. He liked it when the guy screamed, it excited him immensely. So much so, that he orgasm’d in his pants three times.

When Tommy knew the guy could take no more, he tied a rope around his neck and hung him from a large concrete frame work in the center of the building. He masturbated as the guy kicked and bounced till his neck snapped and Tommy orgasm’d again. It had been a wonderful first experience for him, but he was covered in blood and the cops would be able to read this crime scene like the cover of a match book, only in the end, all of their conclusions were wrong.

The news media had called it a brutal murder and the police chief had eventually asked for the public’s help in apprehending the murderer or murderers. They suspected the killer was an older male, who had military training in hand to hand combat, was exceptional with a knife and who would be big enough to overwhelm the victim with ease. Tommy had got away with it. He was in the clear. After all, he was only thirteen and not old enough to have military experience.

As he sat watching the news again for word of his latest kill and reminiscing about that first time twelve and a half years ago when a new idea entered his mind. It wasn’t the news caster that was talking currently, but rather the one from that long ago time in his head. He had said something interesting. Why had Tommy not thought of this before? The news caster had said that the community was in fear that a brutal murderer was out walking their streets right now and no one knew who it was.

“The community was in fear,” He spoke it out loud, savoring the taste it produced in his mouth as if he were actually sitting at a fine dining restaurant right now having a nice Beef Wellington and making his mouth water. His penis was growing hard with excitement too and that was always a good indicator he was onto something.

He had heard those words before in other news casts, but this time it harmonized in him the way a good Beef Wellington would. He let the flavor of the idea transcend his conscience mind and take him to where it wanted to go. Then he got it. In all the thirteen years he had been killing people, he had never earned a name.

To date, he had killed twenty two people and the cops had never come close to discovering who actually killed them. But because he didn’t only kill in one place and in fact always traveled for his kills, no one actually knew there was a serial killer on the loose. The media had never given him a name because they had always considered the event to be a single event. He had never killed in the same place twice.

The truth was Tommy didn’t want to be caught. He liked killing and wanted to continue for many more years. Those who communicated with police or media were asking to get caught and that wasn’t for Tommy. The B.T.K. killer could have died of old age without ever having been arrested if he hadn’t written notes on cereal boxes to the cops and letters to the media outlets. It was a fool’s path.

But a name would imply more fear. His victims would know who was killing them and why. Tommy not only wanted, but needed a name and that would mean some changes. He needed an idea that he carried around with him and one that would let the cops and media know he was out there. It would certainly make the killing more interesting. But what would he do?

The realm of possibilities was immense. He had almost already killed at least one in every category he could think of. Children were always good because they produced the most fear for him and that was a requirement. But only focusing on children was not just dumb, it was out right asking to get caught. Go kill a bunch of kids as see how fast the law would invest in your capture! It would only take one child getting killed to cause this as he had seen on the two children he had killed already and those had been thousands of miles apart and completely different in the methods they died.

What was funny was that the murder he committed of Ethan Creon, a twelve year old, good looking boy had been pinned on another child killer who took over killing children in that county after Tommy’s own was broadcast all over the media. His focus had been on boys, namely blond haired boys who were good looking kids. The idiot should have considered that before he took over on the murderous spree that lasted almost six months before he got caught.

The girl he killed remained unsolved and the cops had actually given up on trying to find new clues. But when Tommy committed the murder of a child, he was sure to leave nothing. Not a part of his flesh touched that child and if it had, their bodies would never have been found. It would have negated any pleasure for him due to the high risk of killing children. He loved the fear they produced, but not the risk.

So Tommy eliminated children off the list quickly. The elderly followed soon after since they hardly ever produced enough fear to even stimulate him. The elderly had already lived a full life and, well, in Tommy’s mind, just gave up. They accepted their eventual deaths and died much quicker then he wanted. So they too could be removed from his list.

Those with sever mental retardation were just out of the picture entirely. They were unaware of the eventuality of death and while he had never killed on from this group, he also had no desire too. The mentally ill was always fun. Some of them were real fighters and held onto life as long as possible, but there was an issue with them too.

First, they above all other groups required additional research. The reason for this was clear. Some mentally ill people actually wanted to die and one such victim had actually thanked him for saving the poor sucker from having to do it himself. Tommy had never repeated that mistake. Even if it meant breaking into a counseling office to look at his possible victims records to make sure they were not suicidal. It had been one if his biggest disappointments to date because the guy seemed to be vivacious and high spirited in his every day life.

The second issue is that society as a whole did not consider the mentally ill to be a category. Hell, not even the cops did. It was like they all just missed that huge category completely. Tommy didn’t want to have to do so much research either. That took time and trips to the victims city or town and Tommy would not focus on his local area. It was the golden rule for him. Never kill in the city, town or county you live in or the neighboring counties. You leave space between you and your kill.

Like a car, you allow yourself cushion around the other cars on the road. Cops were a lot less likely to discover who you were if you never lived in that state or even county. If you were smart enough to not leave DNA, then you wouldn’t have to worry about the CODIS hits either. It would never be found in the system. Even with touch DNA, if your skin didn’t touch them you wouldn’t leave those trace amounts and it had been apparent to Tommy early on that this would eventually become the case.

What Tommy needed was something that would set him apart from anyone else. A focus no one else had and with all the murderers there had ever been in the world there wasn’t much left that would be considered unique.

Tommy had been sitting at his desk in front of his laptop watching the news from Butler County  Missouri where is last victim apparently still lay in a heavily wooded area off county road four twenty five. Tommy had found a small, old dirt track that went up the hill to an old mine. He had heard of people dumping bodies in those but he would never to that unless it was someone he didn’t want found.

He always monitored the news from the local communities where he committed his murders. It did a lot for him mentally. He liked hearing the first reports because it was always there that the words used to describe his brutality were the best. If a media outlet was exceptionally explicit and palpable in those choices it had the effect of putting a smile on his face and a bounce in his step.

As he sat there considering his options a new bleep occurred on the news papers website. It was a video. He clicked the play icon on the screen and put it to full screen view. At the bottom of the video was a red banner that said “Special Report” in bright gold letters. The screen flashed to a man wearing a dark blue suite with a deep melodic voice.

“Good afternoon, I am Miles Vallen with breaking news coming out of the Rolling Hills Mine area. The body of an unknown male has been discovered off the old mine road and had apparently been discovered by a couple of kids who were reported to have been walking up the road toward the mine. We have Millie Farr live on scene.”

The image changed to that of an older woman with straight black hair running past her shoulders and wearing a blue top. Her hair was starting to gray at the fringes and she looked slightly rushed. Tommy never could figure out why in such a small community where the nearest competing reporter was at least fifty miles away, they felt the need to rush things, but he was also glad they did. It was these rush jobs where he got the best descriptions. He listened.

“That’s right Miles. The body of a male was discovered about twenty minutes ago by Butler County Sheriff Deputy,” she paused to look at her note pad, “Deputy Jim Carneada who was first to arrive on scene. The Deputy had this to say.”

The image changed again to a tall slender young man, Tommy would guess was in his early twenties, with very short blond hair, blue eyes and a semi hawkish nose. He was clean shaven and the look on his face was priceless. He looked disturbed and disgusted, which pleased Tommy greatly.

“Yes we found the body of an unknown male just off the path to the mine.” The deputy was saying.

“Is there anything you can tell us Deputy? What kind of shape was the body in or hold old the victim is?”

“I can tell you its bad.” He swallowed hard and pursed his lips obviously reliving the nightmare scene. “Don’t know anything else, once I saw the scene I just backed out and ran to my car to call it in and get the tape to close it off.”

“Have you seen things like this before?” The reporter asked sounding concerned about how well the deputy was doing with this.

“I’ve seen plenty of dead bodies before, especially in Afghanistan, but I ain’t never seen anything like that. It’s bad.”

“Can you describe the scene to us deputy?”

He turned to look at her as if he was seeing her for the very first time.

“Why the hell would I do that? No, anyone who doesn’t need to see this doesn’t need it described in detail to them,” The deputy snapped. This excited Tommy even more.

“Can you tell us who the detective in charge is?” The female reporter asked, doing her best to sound concerned and interested in the facts.

“Do you see any detectives around here lady?” The deputy walked off in complete disgust.

The camera switched back to Miles in the studio.

“He seemed a little upset!” Miles suggested to the audience.

“Well from what I have been able to gather is that the crime scene was savagely vicious and it has obviously bothered this young deputy greatly.” Millie said unperturbed.

What she did was give back the attitude in order to save her reputation with not only her public but also other possible law enforcement officers who ever thought she would just take a criticism like that without rebuke. Tommy knew it was done specifically to help prevent it from happening again.

He loved the word she used too, “Savagely Vicious!” It just had a peculiar sound in his ears and a taste on his tongue that was sweet and wonderful. He liked this reporter. He thought it would be wonderful to pay her a visit. But he knew he would not.

“It sounds like a gruesome scene,” Miles said thoughtfully.

“The reaction of the deputy really brings it...” Millie turned as some woman in the background started to scream.

“My boy! That’s my boy!” The elderly woman screamed as other people gathered to take hold of her.

The camera started moving forward and focusing on the poor woman’s grief stricken face. Tears glistened in the daylight and she collapsed into arms that were holding her. After the camera got the episode on live television the camera panned back to Millie.

“It appears Miles, that one of the victims family had arrived...”

Tommy lost all recognition of the news broadcast. “Family!” He turned the word over in his mind several times, not realizing he was speaking out loud.

“Family!” A frown started to appear. The lines in his facial features deepened as the frown turned into a smile. “No one had done families before!” He had never heard of a serial killer whose primary focus was more then one person at a time. That was usually what they referred too as spree killers now. But families! It was the best of all killing! And the fear it would cause! Tommy came in his jeans.

copywrite Michael Metzger 2019

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A Terrible Babysitter Chapter 5

Unfortunately the next morning they were still children. Rena was the first one to climb out of the fort at dawn. Add watched her silently. She climbed into one of the chairs at the table next to him and grabbed a chocolate out of the bowl. He was beginning to notice that individually, none of them were so bad. It was just when they were all together that the chaos started.

“What’re you working on?” Rena asked curiously.

“Stuff,” Add shrugged. He motioned toward the kitchen, “There’s cereal or lunchables or whatever in the kitchen.”

“I want eggs.”

“I’m not making eggs.”

“I can make them,” Rena stated confidently.

“You can’t even reach the stove,” Add reminded her.

“I can ask the wind spirits for help!”

“No.” Add shook his head. “No eggs until you can reach the stove.”

Rena pouted but quickly cheered up. “Are we still going to the library today?” She asked the question over her shoulder as she headed into the kitchen.

“When everyone wakes up,” Add responded. He was reluctant to take them all out again but Aisha was likely to get argumentative after he promised her they could last night. He didn’t feel like dealing with that. While the dinner outing wasn’t the worst, wrangling the kids was a lot harder in more open spaces. Besides, last time they went out the kids picked up two stray cats. He didn’t want them picking up anything else.

When Rena finished breakfast she went back into the fort and started to get the others up, much to Add’s annoyance. He was hoping at least one of them would sleep through the day so he had an excuse to not take them anywhere. With a heavy, exhausted sigh he dismissed the screens and wandered to the fridge for a drink. Today was gonna be a long day.

“I wanna bring Snowball!” Elsword picked up the fluffy mostly white cat and held her close to his chest. The cat looked annoyed, hanging from his arms, her tail swishing back and forth. Of course just as they were about to leave, something had to happen.

What kind of a name is Snowball? Add gave Elsword a flat look, “Put her down.”

“But I wanna bring her with us!” Elsword insisted.

“Why can’t she come?” Ara asked sadly, “She lived outside before.”

“Yeah!”

“Cats aren’t allowed in the library,” Add transferred the flat look to Ara. He shoved his hands into his pockets, “The cats will have to stay here until we get back.”

“All alone?!” Chung’s eyes flew wide open anxiously. “Are they gonna be okay?!”

“They can’t take care of themselves!” Elsword yelled.

Add bit his tongue. They literally found the cats outside, taking care of themselves just fine but okay. He took a deep breath, “They’ll be fine. We’ll leave food out for them before we go.”

“But what if something happens?” Ara asked.

“Fine,” Add threw his hands in the air in defeat. “If you’re so worried about the cats you can stay here with them.”

“Elesis will stay right?” Elsword turned to his sister hopefully.

“Actually, I’m going to the library,” Elesis shrugged. “I wanna see what’s there.”

“Who’s gonna look after us?” Ara’s voice became high pitched with worry. Tears gathered in her eyes.

Add took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Here’s what’s happening. We’re going to the library. The cats are staying here. They were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves outside, so I’m sure they’ll be fine in the house. The house is a lot safer than being outside after all. Okay?”

“You’re sure they’ll be okay?” Ara sniffed.

Add nodded, “Yes. Now, Elsword, put her down and let’s go.”

Elsword reluctantly put the cat down, muttering about how he was certain he could’ve brought her to the library.

Add sighed in relief. Dynamo removed the lock on the door and the kids filed out and gathered in front of the house. He replaced the lock and led the way to the library. It was a challenge keeping the kids on track with all the distractions around them but they managed to arrive without too much trouble.

Add sat at a table and watched the kids scatter through the library. It might be irresponsible of him but he wasn’t going to police them. With all the different directions they went it would be impossible anyway. If they needed him, he was in an easy to find spot. Besides, one of them would probably just scream for him instead of bothering to find him.

As predicted, only a few moments passed before Raven called, “Add!”

Add groaned as he slowly got to his feet. Dynamo tracked Raven down via his nasod arm and Add made his way over. He couldn’t say he was surprised when he found Ara, near tears, sitting by a ladder in between a couple of bookshelves.

“Ara fell off the ladder,” Raven pointed up towards the top.

“How high?” Add asked.

Raven climbed up the ladder and touched the rung fourth from the top, “She was on this one. I told her to be careful and when she turned to acknowledge me her foot slipped and she fell.”

“I didn’t mean to fall again.”

Add snorted. Despite his annoyance he assured her, “You never mean to. It’s fine.” With a quiet sigh he knelt down in front of her. Dynamo scanned her and reported that she somehow managed not to break anything. “Try to stand up,” he ordered.

Ara hesitated but didn’t argue. Slowly, she got to her feet. Raven offered his arm to help steady her but she seemed determined to do it on her own. She did manage to stand but kept most of her weight on her right side.

Add stood up and looked at the shelf, “What were you trying to get?”

“The big brown book about deities,” Ara pointed up toward the shelf.

Add reached up and pulled a brown book with grey letters on the binding and showed it to her, “This one?”

Ara nodded.

Add held it out to her, along with a chocolate just to be sure she didn’t start crying. He looked at Raven, “Stay with her.”

Raven nodded, “I will.”

Before Add could say anything more Elsword’s voice echoed through the library. Add blew air into his cheeks. He turned on his heel and stalked out from the bookshelves. Dynamo located Elsword and Add walked up to him, “What are you yelling about?”

“I found a game Chung and I can play!” Elsword declared excitedly, holding up a beat up box for an old chess set.

Add took a deep breath and tried to sound calm, “That’s great. But you’re not supposed to yell in a library.”

“Oh,” Elsword covered his mouth with his hand, muffling his whispered apology.

Add waved his hand dismissively, “Go play your game.”

Elsword nodded and scampered off to the nearest table.

“Wait for me!” Chung called. He cringed and quickly lowered his volume, “I-I mean. Hold on.” He hurried after Elsword.

Add sighed and returned to his table. It took all of his effort not to doze off in the library.

“Add.”

Add looked to the side.

Aisha stood next to him, holding a book close to her chest, looking frustrated, “The lady said I had to return the book in a week!”

“Okay?” Add rolled his eyes. He didn’t see how that warranted frustration.

“Tell the lady I’m keeping it! She won’t listen to me cuz I’m a child!”

You’ve got to be kidding. “You didn’t realize you couldn’t keep library books?” Add asked irritably.

“I want to keep it!” Aisha insisted.

Add growled quietly, “You can’t. If you aren’t gonna be happy if you can’t keep it then put it back.”

“But I want it! It’s important!”

“Then we’ll just go to a fucking bookstore,” Add snapped. He held out his hand, “Let me see it.”

Aisha beamed and gave him the book, clearly pleased.

Add only glanced at the title so he could have Dynamo locate a bookstore that had the book in stock. After a moment he looked back at Aisha, “Go get the others and we’ll go.” He shoved the book back at her, “And put this back.” He watch Aisha skip away and ran his hands down his face. Now he was just turning into Ciel but trying to tell a kid no was so annoying.

“Hey, Mr. Ancient. How come we’re going to a bookstore?” Ain asked curiously.

“Because Aisha didn’t realize she couldn’t keep the books from the library,” Add explained irritably.

“That’s weird. How come you can’t keep them?”

“I don’t know-”

“Add!” Elesis called.

Add turned to her, “What?”

“Aisha’s fighting with Elsword.”

Add let out a long sigh. He got to his feet and walked over. Almost immediately he heard the two bickering while Chung desperately tried to mediate. He really missed Rena being her normal self. Now he had to try to mediate the argument instead of instigating and laughing at them, which was much more fun. “What are you two doing?”

“I tried to tell them we’re going to the bookstore but this dummy,” Aisha pointed at Elsword, her motions sharp with anger, “Doesn’t want to pick up his game!”

Add looked at Elsword without a word.

“She ruined it! We were playing and she came by and just started putting it away! In the middle of a game!” Elsword shouted.

“I thought I said no yelling in the library,” Add reminded him flatly. He looked at Aisha, “It wasn’t gonna kill you to let them finish their game. Now you have to wait while they start a whole new one over again.”

“What?! Why?! That’s not fair!” Aisha stomped her foot.

Add pressed his lips together and more forcefully said, “I just told Elsword no yelling in the library. Or were you not listening?”

“Make them stop playing! We have to go the bookstore!” Aisha continued to pitch her fit like he hadn’t said a word.

Add gave her a hard look, “Or we won’t go to the bookstore at all and we’ll just go straight home and you can pitch your fit there.” He whirled around but before he left he looked back at her, “Let them finish their game.” Without another word he stalked back to the table and flopped into his chair.

“Are we really going to the bookstore?” Ara asked anxiously.

Add glanced at her, “Maybe. Depends on Aisha’s attitude.”

“Oh…” Ara looked down but didn’t say more.

“What?” Add asked.

“Well, I just…my leg hurts a little bit…” Ara trailed off. She shook her head quickly, “But it’s not bad enough to go home! Promise!”

Add rolled his eyes. She kept downplaying her injuries when making sure she didn’t get hurt worse really wasn’t that complicated. He barely managed not to snap at her to be selfish for once. Instead he sighed, “Dynamo can carry you if we do go to the bookstore, alright? It’s not a problem.”

“Can we buy stuff at the bookstore?” Lu asked cheerfully. She climbed onto the chair and stood up on it. With her hands on her hips she surveyed the area around her and cackled, “I’m taller than all of you!”

“You each get one thing,” Add answered. He didn’t bother telling Lu to get down but he did keep an eye on her in case she fell.

“I wanna be tall too!” Lu helped Ciel climb onto the chair to stand next to her even though he didn’t really need it.

“Look at me! I’m Scar!” The tiny demon returned her hands on her hips and gave a mock villain laugh, “Now bow before me you puny beings!”

Add laughed.

Once Elsword and Chung finished their game they moved on to the bookstore, since Aisha had calmed down and was back to being reasonable. Or as reasonable as a child could be.

Add found a nice spot near the middle of the bookstore and sat cross-legged on the floor. He watched the kids scatter into the store to look for their one thing he was letting them get.

“Hey Add!” Elesis called. “Look what we found!”

Add lifted his chin from his hand. Elesis, Rose, Lu, Ciel, and Elsword were working together to carry a gigantic plush rabbit. His eyes widened, “What is that?”

“A giant bunny!” Lu grinned. “Ciel wants it!”

“It takes five of you to carry it,” Add commented.

“Of course,” Lu nodded matter-of-factly. “We can’t let it drag on the ground and get all dirty!”

Add hesitated. Finally he shook his head, laughing weakly, “Get something a little smaller alright?” Before they could argue he added, “We’ll come back for the bunny later.” He had absolutely no intention to come back for that rabbit, but if he bought time for them to return to their normal selves then 1. it wouldn’t take five of them to carry it and 2. Ciel could buy it himself.

“Okay…” Ciel mumbled dejectedly but he helped the others carry the rabbit back.

As they went, Add heard Lu offer to argue if Ciel really wanted it and groaned. Luckily Ciel assured her it was fine and he would just get a smaller rabbit instead.

Ara trotted happily up to him and sat down next to him. She excitedly held out a book, “I found an origami book!” She proceeded to explain how her mother had tried to teach her but she only managed to make paper cranes.

“Neat,” Add commented. It was weird to hear Ara talk about her mother. The only family member she usually talked about was her older brother, but he wasn’t going to comment on that. He laid his chin back on his hand to continue waiting for the others to come back.

When all of the kids had picked their thing Add paid for it and walked them all back to the house.

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Mother & Son: Underfoot by Azra

Chapter 11

Debra turned around and popped her little son back into her butt. Squeezing him between her cheeks she briefly registered him opening his mouth to let her ass-flesh in, as she had taught him to do so many times before, as the sound of his moaning became more and more faint until finally, with Phil wedged in the deepest, softest part of her ass, she could barely hear him. As she pulled up her panties it lessened still more and by the time she had squeezed into her custom-fitted Armani pants, there were only the exquisite vibrations of his screaming traveling the short distance from his mouth up her sensitive little anus.

Absent-mindedly she began squeezing him as she packed her case and finished dressing for the day. Again and again, he was reminded that his mother's ass owned him and that was where he belonged. She meanwhile was simply having breakfast - sliced oranges, fresh juice, light cereal and french toast. It was wonderful, and she could already feel her son lapping away at her buttcrack, trying to pry some form off sustenance from the hardened excrement in there. Her crotch tingled as she bit into a delicious slice of fresh orange, there was nothing to compare to having molded her son to voluntarily worship her own ass.

Finally, when she was done Mrs. Metzger plucked her car keys up off the dresser and bent down to pick up her attache case. Her she paused, with her buttocks fully expanded and pressed against her tight Armani pants.

"Now, pay attention sweetie, because your role is very important. Today, mommy needs you to help her make a good impression on our new clients. To do that, I want you to push your little head between my buttocks and up into my asshole, so that when you hear mommy's bowels rumbling you can start taking good deep breaths and absorb all the gas that builds up before it squeaks out past your face. I'd feel much more in control if I knew only you have to smell my farts. Oh, and do remember to do as I say, sweetie, because I know you can hear me because of my voice vibrating down into you through my flesh when I trap you between my big, meaty cheeks. Otherwise, mommy will have to punish you accordingly." Debra said, proceeding to clench her cheeks to show she meant business.

It was a short elevator ride from her penthouse to the underground parking complex but she used it to run a short mental checklist; clothes, phone, keys, files, son in butt, breakfast, check - ah! She had to check with Eve about her appointments for the day.

It was a chilly day so Debra made full use of her luxury Ranger Rover's heated seats, which to be honest always made her rump quite sweaty. It was a ten-minute drive to work down the main roads but she preferred to go hard down the side-streets. She turned hard into the driveway to her company's underground lot. She had quietly admitted to herself that while it was most rewarding to have her son voluntarily worship her ass, occasionally squishing him out of his wits between her cheeks had its own charming appeal.

The elevator was free. It was always free when it was your elevator. The door pinged as she reached her ground-level lobby and a pleasant female voice intoned

"Welcome to Bottom-Heavy Industries, where a Large Ass is the Seat of Happiness!"

She was quite proud of that one. She waved over to Barbara at the front desk as she strolled, past, wiggling her behind outrageously as the receptionist giggled. Being one of her confidantes, Barbara was well aware of Phil's plight between his mother's massive buttocks. Striding past the art-deco mosaic on the wall she paused briefly to admire it. Debra loved art-deco. That's why she'd chosen the style to remodel her new corporate headquarters. It was so indicative of a better time when everything and everyone was who and where they were meant to be. She'd also chosen the style for her corporate logo, which at first glance looked like a tesseract globe with the body of a man holding it up on his shoulders, but upon closer inspection it became obvious it was an enormous female bottom squashing a tiny male body, with his head just about to pop in between the crack. Officially she had dubbed it Volumnia and Coriolanus, but everyone in the company knew that it was modeled off of Debra squishing her son in her ass. It was a point of pride among the members of her all-female staff. Apparently the model and original print were on display in her private office.

The staff elevator took her the rest of the way to the top floor, given over entirely to her own executive office and a luxurious lobby which featured flowing water and a brace of Reubensque masterpieces. She stopped in to see Eve on the way into her office. Her little boy Adam was there. She asked him if he was helping his mommy with her secretary work. He said he was, like a good boy, but that he couldn't take her full weight for more than a minute without screaming. Nevermind honey, his mom said, mommy enjoyed that part too.

The doors to her office were always a treat. Debra pushed her cheeks around the handle, clenched, and twisted and the door slid open. She took extra care to shuffle around the office in her tight pants. Her large buttocks swelled and jiggled as she opened the expensive oaken shades to her top-floor suite, and bounced lightly as she dropped her attache case on her fine granite desk. She plopped happily down in her executive leather chair, and with the tap of an unseen button, the specially engineered chair delivered a welcomed massage to her back, thighs, and butt. Eyes closed in contentment, she reached out and plucked up the first memo awaiting her attention from the desk. Meeting: 8.15 - Jocasta Productions; Mdme Harukawa. She leaned back, the chair creaking slightly under her weight. It wasn't unusual for media outlets to seek the employment of Bottom Heavy Industries, she herself had modeled from AssDom Magazine with a fully-grown Phil as her sub but never had an entire television production company sought their attention before. She sipped thoughtfully from the coffee her secretary helpfully perched near her elbow. This could be fun.

*

"Mrs. Metzger? Madame Harukawa is here to see you."

It was 8.14. The woman had a sense of timing. "Thank you, Eve, send her in."

A few seconds later her black oak double doors opened and in sauntered Madame Harukawa, an Asian Reubenesque delight buxom in chest, belly, and bottom, decorated in a figure-hugging fashion that showed off every inch of her prodigious curves. She was smaller than Debra herself and slightly less toned, but when she flashed that smile and batted those eyes you would suddenly forget all of that.

Madame Harukawa looked around President Metzger's office. She thought she was obviously a very successful woman. The Venus Callipyge was the center of attention, occupying a grand, well-lit space behind the woman's desk, enclosed in what was surely alarmed glass and covered with cameras. Opposite it, just beside the doorway out of the room was a piece she didn't recognize, assumedly of Mrs. Metzger's own creation. In it, a buxom, plump, bottom-heavy woman, buck-naked, was standing triumphantly, arms outstretched in victory with a crown newly pressed on her head as a small, reedy man knelt behind her with his face buried in her buxom rump, his arms wrapped around her hips tightly with a tiny, wretched-looking crown almost falling off his head. Both members were fully aroused. She bent over to examine the title on the dais: Volumnia Defeats Coriolanus in Triumph. The mother of a Shakespearean story here looked shockingly like the head of the company she had come to visit. Madame Harukawa smiled. She believed she understood.

She walked over in front of Debra's desk and bowed curtly and politely. "Harukawa Nami." She smiled. Debra returned the bow. "Debra Metzger. Pleased to meet you Madame Harukawa, to what do I owe the grace of your visit?"

*

By 9am Debra and Nami were chatting away like old friends. Jocasta Productions, the television production company that Madame Harukawa represented, was a leader in the booming femdom television market and looking to expand into the country. They were working in a public-participation reality game show and were interested in Mrs. Metzger as a leading figure in the industry, and of course, her son too. They would participate in the game show and Bottom-Heavy Industries would get some free national face-time and the option of prime sponsorship. Debra was flattered and very keen on getting a deal done. Phil just kept trying to breathe. Debra felt rumbling in her bowels and then her little buttplug began squirming desperately. Debra tried not to smile too obviously. Her son was doing wonderful work.

"Well then," Madame Harukawa spoke in clipped English, "can you take him out please?"

Thank God I didn't wear him as a thong today, Debra thought. Phil hit the table with a light thud. "He'll be disorientated for a bit. There's little air in my butt and having my full weight on him takes it out of him, not to mention being constantly squeezed by my cheeks." After Madame Harukawa had a chance to inspect him, and he had recovered for a few minutes Debra carefully plucked her son off the table and dropped him into her high-heeled shoe. "There, now have fun with mommy's foot sweetie, and don't be afraid to jack off in there." She said, clamping his head in place with her big and middle toe and squishing him until his body went rigid. "Now, what were we saying?" She inquired of her guest.

After a while, their conversation began to talk about the mysterious concoction that Debra had been using all these years. "It is truly a remarkable and unique tonic." Nami intoned. "The ability to shrink a man and regrow him to natural size, it's well known that's what you based your company's great success on, but we are amazed it hasn't become more widespread in usage."

"Mmm." Debra nodded. "It's a complicated little mixture that's taken us years to patent, to be honest, I was amazed when the mail order nonsense I ordered worked, but once I found out it did I put every waking hour into having our company take theirs over brick by brick. As it turns out it was just some small collection of college girls with a particular gift for this particular branch of genetics. No business acumen, but keen to work. The potion is a wonder in itself - aside from the ability to shrink and grow her son, it seems to help a mother retain her beauty and sexual luster. I'm not getting any younger of course, but I have noticed my morning jogs getting easier over the years, a few wrinkles straightening out, my boobs and butt staying firm and round, that sort of thing, while at the same time keeping the son smaller and reedier. That part is still something of a mystery to us, but it seems to have something to do with the process of the mother dominating her son acting as a catalyst, rather than simply the potion acting on its own. Regardless essentially I give him the concoction and then fart in his face to shrink him, or give him the antidote and make him drink my foot sweat to grow him back to normal. The process only takes a couple of minutes, but the trigger is key and is an exclusive maternal bond - it has to be my fart being sniffed by my son, or the process will halt. The bond seems to be dormant in most mother-son relationships, and we've found no similar sequences available between brothers and sisters or mothers and daughters, or fathers at all, so it seems to be an exclusive genetic trait to allow mothers to dominate their son's lives." She smiled. "Looks like it was always meant to be that way."

She took a tiny water bottle out and pulled her foot out of her shoe, taking Phil with her. His head still trapped between her clenching toes she dropped a few mouthfuls of the potion into his mouth. "Come on Phil sweetie, drink up!" She encouraged him, setting him down and rubbing the sweaty sole of her foot over his face, encouraging him to lick and swallow her foot sweat. Nami found herself getting wet at the site of the little boy willingly drinking his own mother's foot sweat, but that was nothing compared to what happened next.

*

Phil woke up. He found himself full-sized and naked in his mom's office, lying in front of her and an attractive if older and heavy-set Asian woman. She winked naughtily and blew him a kiss.

"Phil sweetie, Madame Harukawa and I want to use you for a little fun. Why don't you go over to our little love seat and lie down?" His mom ordered, patting him on the cheek with her bare foot.

"I - I guess so, mom." He replied. He tried to resist as he was in company, but in the end quickly turned and buried his face in his mom's sole, kissing it quickly. Both ladies got a chuckle out of that.

Phil walked over to the wooden and leather seating device his mom had made especially for them, and laid down on it. His mom invited her guest over and as both full-bodied businesswomen walked over Phil got a little nervous, and a little aroused. His mom as always took his face, squashing it under her immense ass, but now Madame Harukawa's large rump, not as big but just as solid, settled over his crotch and pressed down heavily. He was now being squashed by two enormous female bottoms at the same time. Both women faced each other, their enormous thighs straddling Phil in the cowgirl position, another indignity his mom enjoyed, waiting for the inevitable exquisite squirming and vibrations when he began to run out of air and couldn't take the strain or smell anymore. They did not have long to wait, and both women moaned as Phil's pained moans and thrashings brought them extravagant pleasure. Barely able to move through the pleasure, Debra insisted they both remain seated on her son after he lost consciousness, waiting for a little surprise - Phil's erections finally overflowed as he came a full thirty seconds after slipping into unconsciousness under his mother's smothering ass, sending both his squashers into mind-numbing orgasms. When Phil woke up he had been cleaned up and was chained behind his mom's desk, her standing just in front of him filling out some paperwork. He hesitantly kissed her bulbous buttocks to let her know he was awake.

"Mmm, such a good boy I've got." Mrs. Metzger purred, grabbing the back of Phil's head and rubbing it all over the back of her pants-covered rump, taking special care to run it up and down her crack. He moaned inwardly, but then snapped awake and pulled back like he was bitten.

"You do not want to worship your mother's ass? Why? It is so large and full, and your head alone is such a perfect fit!"

"Oh, he just goes through these phases every now and then." Debra tutted. "Talking about getting out and finding a job and friends and a girl and generally just slacking off his duties. He still sleeps in my buttcrack at the end of the day."

Madame Harukawa pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps further bonding experiences are required. Our show will certainly be able to accommodate you."

"Well, I've repeatedly considered having a priest marry us, so at last I can legally say my ass owns his face. I also think it'd give him a strong bond to cling to, it'd be good for him to support a wife, even if it is his mother's ass."

"Well, he seems to be supporting your ass very well as it is!" And they both laughed loudly, not really noticing Phil's member growing as they spoke.

"Indeed. Oftentimes I won't even bother with the big massage chair and I'll just chain him back behind my desk and sit on his face all day. There's nothing like having your son sniff your farts all day as you sit on his face, knowing he'd love to be between some girl's big knockers but instead is between his mom's heavy ass-cheeks." She giggled, and Madame Harukawa laughed too. "Sometimes I'll smother him with my big, heavy boobs to show him what he's missing. Sometimes I'll just wrap my big, thick thighs around his head and squeeze him so hard he passes out, and when he wakes up I'll have him massage my legs and tell me how good it feels while I do him again. Sometimes I'll wear him like a thong with his face buried up my ass and his little arms hugging my butt. Sometimes I'll stand on him and have him smell my feet for days." "Ah! Just now I see him reach for your feet with his hands! His feels his palms match your soles even though they smell and walk on him, he believes it his proper place! This is the bond between two people that can only come about by a mother dominating her son, molding him into her perfect sub for years." Phil tried not to hear anything, pushing his face deeper into his mom's buttocks and focusing on the sound of her bowels over his head. Debra just smirked, and slowly and meaningfully linked her toes with her darling son's fingers, resting her feet heavily on his hands. Phil held them tightly, focusing on their soft, smelly texture. He pulled his face out of its buttcleft-home unsuredly.

"But I was thinking maybe I don't have to just worship your ass and your feet mom. Maybe I could go out and do my own thing from time to time - see movies, maybe find work or meet new people. I - I promise I wouldn't cheat on your ass or anything. I just want some friends ..."

"But your head is so good for this!" She said, and sat Mrs. Metzger back onto her son's face, watching it slowly consume it. "See? Not a shred of your head left to the outside world! And look how perfectly your face fits into her butt-crack, Romeo and Juliet could not have fitted better together! Your face fits into the cleft of her ass like poetry! I have never been so moved! Truly, it is destiny that your mother's ass and your face belong together!"

"Ooh!" Mrs. Metzger sat back heavily on her son, smothering him out. "Oh, now there's poetry for you! Nami dear, let's get this contract settled tomorrow, I think we're both agreed it's a good idea."

Madame Harukawa rose happily from her seat and extended her hand. "Congratulations! Soon, the whole world will know that your son's face and your ass are meant to be! Millions will watch the perfect union of son's face and maternal ass!"

*

At the end of the day, President Metzger sauntered over to her main window, tired but happy, and pulled down her oaken shades once more. The mood lighting instantly activated and the room was bathed in a warming pale glow. Her attache case appeared in her hand as she shut her laptop down and locked her fancy office door. The walk to her car seemed shorter today - tomorrow was full of prospects; a brand new tv deal, greater exposure for the company and some personal face time for her and her son. She clicked the car door open from twenty feet and when she'd finally shut it behind her she was free to quietly pull her son from her butt-crack and drop him on the driver's seat. Pulling down her Armani pants and panties she pulled her left buttock open with one hand and started explosively farting on her little son. Exultant to finally get to release the gas she'd pent up in her bowels all day Debra didn't even take the time to sit on her little boy but kept her asshole a quarter inch from his face as she blew kiss after smelly kiss onto him. Though she wasn't physically touching him she smiled to see Phil twist and spasm as if in pain from her farts. She pinned his arms and legs with her buttocks and pressed her anus against his face. After five minutes of the smell, he began gibbering madly. Smelling nothing but his own mother's methane for a whole day straight had obviously had an impact on the little boy and he was now seeing asses everywhere. His mom decided to give him a real one as she plopped her ass back down on top of him and started the long journey home.

When Phil awoke he was in the massage chair on his own. He was in their rec room on the large full-massage leather, and he felt quite recovered from his bad trip earlier. He would have to thank his mom for being so nice as to give him such luxurious time to recover and, he sniffed, cleaning and bathing him. His mom appeared then, dressed in her light pink bathrobe, her hair soaking wet and wrapped in a towel, a pitcher of mojito in each hand. Turning around, she put each drink down on either side of the massage chair and casually flipped up the seat of her robes, exposing her gargantuan, round buttocks. She didn't even need to crook a finger before Phil had bounced over and jumped into the crack of her ass. Plopping down into the chair where just seconds ago her son was, Debra, spread out and began talking to him as he lay locked in her ass, the vibrations of his body helping the massage chair reach places it normally couldn't. "Big news today sweetie. We put a massive deal through with a television company, it's going to mean a lot more business and exposure for the company. Big time rewards for both of us! We're going to be on TV together, doing what we do best: me sitting on your face as you kiss my ass! You'll have another important job; the most important thing in the world for you until that show is your nose staying up my ass all the time and sniffing as much as you can! Not that it isn't normal." She giggled. "I'm treating myself to a nice, relaxing evening in front of the big screen." She cooed, pulling a lemony drink to her lips and flicking on the enormous flat screen tv remote. Jocasta Productions had sent one of their creations, Oedipus of the East, over free of charge, and she intended to get a look at it. It turned out to be an erotic east-Asian retelling of the Oedipus myth, where a full-bodied, amazonian bbw Jocasta had dominated her scrawny child-prince until he was forced away from the royal castle. Years later when they were married they rediscovered their maternal relationship by how familiar the new king's face felt in between his mother's enormous buttocks. Debra quite liked it - both the affirmative, dominating role of the mother in the story and the new ending where rather than putting out his eyes Oedipus's face is sealed into his mother's ass by the goddess Aphrodite, who found the whole situation very amusing and blessed the happy, son-smothering queen's reign for many years.

"And my reward?" Phil queried through a mouthful of maternal butt.

"You're getting it." She smirked.

She kept him there for the rest of the evening until the vibrations from the chair eventually forced his whole head up into her anus at a particularly romantic point of the movie and almost made her pass out in pleasure.

By the time Phil had recovered from this onslaught, he'd been fully grown again, and found his mother waiting in front of him, facing away. Told it was time for bed, Phil dutifully pressed his face into his mother's bottom and followed her to their master bedroom, where she would attach a leather thong around her hips and his face, wedging it in there tightly. Her onion booty closed around his head again, a mother trapping her son's face in her ass once again. A clap of her hands and all the lights of the room faded as the skylight opened, showcasing a beautiful starry night. No moon though, Debra thought. Well, except for Phil of course. He's got two of them right in his face.

#giantess #g/t #g/t writing #butt crush

[uncuentofriki]

No me olvides (English)

Finally, for my english-speaking readers, the first chapter of my Alternate Universe fic where Imelda and Hector are on the rock scene. THere are some minor changes about who is who with the Riveras (some of them aren’t on this universe) for plot reasons, but they’re mostly the same characters. Anyway, every chapter, on the spanish version has a title of a verse of a rock song from Mexico. The title cam from Paula, by Zoe.

1- And suddenly you’re so alone (Afuera- Caifanes)

The hard part of his secret, was trying to keep it a secret from his aunt.

"And what did you do today, Miguel? Study session on the library again?”

Imelda was a woman somewhat short of stature, brown hair always on a low not. But she has such a black intese eyes, capable of seeing even on your past lifes.

"Yeah, aunt” was his answer, taking his place on the table. It was such a good luck that every time that Imelda made that question he was at her back. At his side on the table there was his cousin, Coco, just two years old. Miguel started to play peek-a-boo with her.

”Well, I’m glad for that but better to go and play sometimes with some friends. I can’t tell your parents that you don’t have social life”

Miguel made faces when he saw the plate with veggies.

”Why broccoli, Imelda?”

”Broccoli or else you will not grow up. Eat it”. She tried to help his daughter to eat, making gestures for her to clean her face every time she had some soup on her face. Coco, obviously, tried to clean herself with the sleeves of her pink dress, for his mother’s dismay.

”And how’s the shoe business going, aunt?” Miguel asked, trying to avoid her to do more questions and then it will be hard to keep the secret.

”Tomorrow I have to go to a exposition for smal business, so take withyou whatever you need to read, because I don’t want the babysitter to worry about you. And don’t forget to call your parents, they’re worried”. Miguel was living with his aunt Imelda and his cousin since he started the middle school some months ago. He was twelve years old boy, somewha tall for his age, of caramel tan skin and black hair. His fathers sended him to the city to send him to a good shoo, trying to give him a better future. Imelda was his father’s sister, she was living on the city since college and stayed there once her daughter was born.

After eating, Miguel helped his aunt with the dishes and then played with his cousin. Coco was a charming girl, always easygoing, with her hair always on two braids with bows, her hair was like her mother’s but her eyes were different from anyone else. It was the only heritage she had from the unkwnown man that she had as father. Once she fell asleep, Miguel went to his bedroom and tried to listen music on his laptop, always with his headpphones on. He liked to listen the band La noche Triste. and was a big fan of his vocalist, Ernesto de la Cruz, but if he got asked of an all-girls band, he prefered Las Barraganas, but with their past vocalist, the legendary Cornela. He practiced the songs on the air, lacking of a guitar.

Every day, after school, Miguel went to music classes on the comunitary center. The techer was all day long here, so he decided to take the classes when the classroom was empty. That day, he listened a conversation from the other side, on another room destinied for the lockers for the theater workshop.

“My costume, Hector?”

“Ah... Ceci, I don’t have it anymore” his voice sounded like trying to apologize but not at all.

"The last time I will give you a costume!” the vestuarist yelled at him, with noises of she throwing stuff. When the noises stopped, she added. “At least did you found her?”

“No, Ceci”

“ouldn’t it be easier to try to ask to her friends”

“I did that already, all of them don’t want to see me” he sighed. “Anyway, if I’m going to find her, I’ll do, if not, well, it’s not going to happen”

“If you were really resigned, you would stop asking me for costumes, Hector”

He looked into his classroom, trying to scape from the fury of Cecilia.

”h, my star student his here, I have to go, Ceci” and he closed the door that comunicated both rooms “How are you, chamaco? Lemme see what you have”

After his teacher said that words, Miguel showed that he was already an expert with the Circle of G, althought with the ranchero rythm.

”When are you going to teach me how to play Nube Liquida, Hector?”

”Hey, keep calm, kiddo, to run you need to learn how to walk and to learn how to walk, you need to learn how to crawl. “But the contest to play with Ernesto and La noche Triste is on 3 months. I can’t go and play rancheras”

”Hey, hey, hey” the teacher snapped his fingers. “It took to you just one week to dominate this, some people take months. We’re at agood pace, chamaco. Maybe when the competition is here, you can even play the double-guitar”

And they both laughed with the idea. Miguel liked Hector, he was so much fun. He was tall and skinny. His eyes always were wandering to find something that seemed so far away from him. It was surprising that, although lots of girls tried to flirt with him, he didn’t dated anyone.

”And why Nube Liquida... I don’t know who was the asshole who wasn’t smart enought to call that song simply “rain”. Pfft” the teacher covered his mouth, after remembering that he was in front of a kid. “Don’t be like me, Miguel... well, just with the guitar” Once the kid dominated the ranchero rythm, Hector decided to teach him Huapango.

”Why this rythms?” the kid ngroaned.

”If you want to be a good musician and make your idol to notice you, you have to learn different things and, from there, create new stuff” he sighed. Hector looked through the window and said, as for no body “How fast can life change on 3 years, Miguelito”

And he got lost on days so far from him. So away from that classroom.

The gig on a bar on downtown was over. Even the waiters were leaving but then he noticed a pair of feet behind the pallet that served as scenery. He decided to see if that person was alright. And she was, just incredibly tired. It was a girl, posibily of her age, with Catrina make up.

“You are one of Las Barraganas, isn’t it?” he asked, truly worried for her. “Do you need help?”

The girl gasped as if she was trying to hold on on precious life. Hector  was wondering if she was too high or too drunk.

“Help me to get up, I’m literally dead.

“Ah, I thought it was just make up” he tried to make her laugh. But she just smiled, with sarcasm on the gesture. So she wasn’t drunk or high.

Once she could get up and after thanking the help, she took her stuff and tried to leave.

“Goddamit, Rosa, she leaved once again without me” she groaned. Hector didn’t leaved her sid.

“If you want, you can saty at my house, I live two blocks from here” he offered.

She looked at him, not trusting him.

“I can call a taxi” was her answer.

“At this hour there’s no taxi that’s free, trust me. That’s wy I moved near this zone, in case one of the guys from my band needed a place to stay. I’m serious, I don’t want to do anything to you. If you want I can go and sleep in the shower and you stay on my bed”

Then she laughed.

"Okay, let’s go”

If he could describe the girls way of walking , he would use his mother’s saying “like a spinned duck”.

“By the way, I’m Imelda”

“Hector”

"I know, we’re always on the same gigs.

"It’s an habit of yours to collapse after presentations and after taking off the costume of Adelita?” he asked, they arrived to his place. “Come in.”

“Thanks. I always go to the gigs after working, and if I’m tired of the work, then imagine how it is after the gigs, almost always one of the girls takes me back home, but today sheforgot about that. Anyway, its a good luck that tomorrow is sunday and I can have some rest”.

The apartment, on the second floor of a building, was somewhat small.  the living room and the dinner room on the same space, the kitchen with a bar where Hector used to have his breakfast, a small balcony with some plants, two bedrooms and the bathroom. Imelda insisted to stay on the sofa, but his host told her that it wasn’t good not even for a nap. And it was truth.

“I guess I’ll sleep on the shower” joked the musician.

“We can share the bed, I’ll be clear I’m taking your offer to stay here. Nothing else. Maybe tomorow I’ll do to you the breakfast or something to pay it up.

Hector wondered how many guys tried to take adventage of any favor that they made to her to make Imelda be so cutting about that if she took the favor, it didn’t meant that she was going to pay with sex.  He truly wanted to help her, although she was pretty, he didn’t wanted anything else.

While he was taking off his boots, she tried to wash the makeup, took off the bobby pins and left her braids fell, put on a sweatshirt and pants.

La Barragana was such a different person without the white paint. Her face was serious, with eyes as intense as an espresso. He was going to sleep on the side of the wall, she on the edge.

“If you feel cold, I can give you another blanket. Good night, Imelda. And he turned the lights off.

“Hey, thanks”

“No, why, if we don’t help each other, who?”

The sun was almost out when they both fell asleep. Hector’s bed was big enough for they both. And together the nigh wasn’t so cold.

He woke up before her, past 12 p.m.

Imelda hughed him when they both were sleeping. And it wasn’t so bad, but he decided to move her before she could misunderstood everything.

She was nice. No, more than that. It was like a japanese word he heard so many time ago. Koi yokan, the feeling that you’re going to fall in love.

Notes: 1- The times of eating in Mexico are something like this (for a 12+ years old person) 6 a.m.: Breakfast (something fast, some coffee, some milk, cereal..) 9 p.m.: lunch. A sandwich, chilaquiles, tacos. 2-4 p.m.: dinner. Something more elaborated, like the supper on the USA. 6-7 P.M: A snack. 8 p.m or later: Supper. Something fast again, but it’s not uncommon to have tacos.

2- A Barragana was a female soldier during the XIX Century, the name comes from Juana Barragan,w ho fought on the Independence War. And IDK, I though that if Imelda and other Riveras had a band 8the Rosa on this fic is Tia Rosita) should had that name. I considered Las Adelitas but nope. So the name is because they’re girls on a scene usually dominated by men. The band dresses as adelitas and they have catrina make up, something like Ghost or Kiss. Also, Barragana was the name for a mistress (well... a woman with whom you had the right to do the do-be-do-be-do but you weren’t married with her).

3- Ernesto’s band.... weeell the name came for La Noche Triste, supposedly the night when Cortez cried because of a battle lost against the Aztecs.

4- Nube Liquida (Liquid Cloud) is a reference to one of my favorite books, “Profesor Zipper and the wonderful electric guitar” (it was the band of the protagonist’s brother). And the villian of the book says more or less what Hector said “Why not just name the band “Rain”?”

#Coco #Coco pixar #coco fanfiction #Imelda Rivera #Hector Rivera #Imelda x Hector #Rock Au #No me olvides

[satireknight]

TMNT S01E02 - Enter the Shredder

Can someone explain to me why we get an image of Michelangelo posing with weapons he never uses?

So we open with the least safe bedding arrangement in history: the quadruple bunk bed!

Seriously, they should have fallen over so many times during the night. It’s also a little baffling as a nighttime arrangement, because we saw in the previous episode that they all have their own beds in their own little cubbies. So why would they sleep together?

And yes, Leonardo apparently sleeps with a practice weapon. Because of course he does. Why would you assume otherwise?

So after waking them up, April watches them practice with their weapons, which ends with a grappling match and Michelangelo denting the wall with his back. Then she accompanies them to breakfast, where they either eat sushi (Japanese people do eat other things, y’know. Quite a few) or pizzas topped with breakfast cereal.

She’s raring to go find the Technodrome, which was last seen under the security building that went kablooie at the end of the last episode. But when they get there, all they find is water and giant treadmarks. Of course, the Technodrome is actually a giant white ball-shaped fortress with an eye on top, sort of like a spherical tank the size of a small town. It’s also being driven by Shredder, who is flipping the fuck out.

He’s also got a new roommate: a tentacled brain-thing called Krang.

Krang is very unimpressed by Shredder, his title, his face, and generally everything about him. He apparently has a giant army in someplace called Dimension X, which is ready to conquer the world whenever the fuck it gets here. But in the meantime, he wants Shredder to get his butt in gear and build Krang a proper body. With you know, thumbs and everything. I can see why he wants that.

Shredder’s brilliant retort? Well, he doesn’t feel safe because Splinter and his Turtles... exist. So, that’s his reason for not making Krang’s body, even though leaving Krang bodiless arguably makes them LESS safe. The real reason? He doesn’t trust Krang, and he doesn’t like the idea of the little wad of snuffy-voiced gum possibly being able to take HIM down.

Oh, and Krang lets it slip that the whole reason they were mutated... was because Shredder tried to kill Yoshi with mutagen. I don’t know why he thought it would be fatal instead of... doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.

One thing that happens a lot in this series is that they almost never use the word “kill.” They use words like “destroy,” “obliterate,” “dispose of,” and other words that basically mean the same thing but without the actual K-word. Ah, censorship for children... you can talk about murder all you want as long as you don’t admit that’s what it is.

Oh, and Krang hints that Shredder should create some more mutants on his own side... and really, that’s an idea he should’ve had far in advance. We really see in these episodes that the Turtles are crazy strong, since they successfully pushed a brick wall over in the last episode, and Leonardo can apparently cut through concrete at a hundred feet.

Anyway, April heads up to the newsroom, while Splinter and the Turtles try to track down the Technodrome. For some reason Raphael thinks it’s gonna be hard to find, even though... well, it’s several stories high and even wider. It’s not like it can go anywhere covertly.

And at the zoo, some robots appear and drag down a rhino and a warthog. Goodbye, animals, you’re probably dead meat, given that drop. 

“Still no sign of the Technodrome!” Did you really expect it to be under a pile of old boxes?

They finally get around to a giant underground cavern with giant tank treads, but the trail is cut off by a cave-in. Splinter tells them to go around, while he’ll go through. Uh, why not burrow through, and have the Turtles just squeeze in behind him?

Meanwhile, Shredder goes to the gang of thugs who were chasing April in the last episode, and offers them power, strength, and revenge against the Turtles. For some reason, they only really care about that last part.... which is funny, considering that Shredder’s obsession with them later in the series could be classified as a mental illness.

So what’s he doing? Well, he takes two guys, straps ‘em down, brings in the rhino and warthog, and opens a can of sparkly pink stuff. Eek, unicorn spit!

The Turtles, meanwhile, manage to bumble out into an open street in the middle of the day, with no disguises. They are failing at ninjaing.

Also, April’s boss is kind of a douchebag, since he apparently wasn’t concerned that after doing a report on sword-wielding thieves... and after her camera crew openly abandoned her to a gang of murderous thugs... she went missing for days. Did nobody call the police? Nope, he’s just pissed at her for going missing.

The Turtles have somehow gotten new disguises that in no way disguise the fact that they’re bald green animal-people.

Yeah, he’s wearing a jacket and sunglasses. I’m suddenly blind to the obvious.

Also, weren’t they supposed to meet up with Splinter on the other side of that cave-in? Why are they relying on April to find the Technodrome for them? Especially since her main lead is, “Robots stole animals.”

Speaking of which, Splinter finds it... and is immediately abducted by a robot. I bet he wishes he had just told the Turtles to follow him.

“If this hole caves in, we can dig ourselves out. You can’t.” Erm, are you really experienced at digging?

They all drop a few hundred feet next to the Technodrome... and I’m suddenly wondering why nobody has just glanced down the hole and seen what’s down there. Or at least put up some safety barriers. Someone’s gonna fall down there and sue a LOT.

Oh, and to double on “April’s boss is a douchebag,” he refuses to send her a camera crew until she has a story to report.... even though she’s only at the zoo because he gave her a story to report.

Fun fact: if I had ever wanted a career in journalism as a child, this series would have killed it.

The Turtles go inside the Technodrome, where Shredder starts doing the crushy-closing-walls thing that Star Wars made famous. I love that apparently he set up this giant war machine to have booby traps just in case he wanted to do something like this.

So they almost get squished flat, but of course some quick rewiring of a control panel allows Donatello to turn it off. Then robots attack them... and then MORE robots attack them, this time in a manufacturing plant.

Sorry, i just can’t imagine what those things manufacture. What does the giant smiley-faced spider-drone do? Or the cube on tentacles? Or the bipedal claw machine? Or the thing that exists entirely to thump things flat?

“We were trained to fight people, not can openers.” Well, it’s all theory, Raphael. The fact is, the public is way more comfortable with people beating the shit out of can openers.

Seriously, what manufacturing function does that serve? It’s a multi-armed thingy with flying saw-blades. 

Also, Michelangelo’s nunchuks are apparently made out of the tree of life, because he can smash right through metal with them. Not just once, either. He does it several times in a row.

Indiana Jones laughs at your pain. Fortunately Donatello happened to pick up a bomb in the last fight, and they can blow the door open right before the thing has a chance to crush them. Again, Shredder apparently set up all these traps... without a particular goal in mind.

Fortunately for the running time, they bumbled right into the chamber where Splinter is hanging from the ceiling, looking oddly sheepish.

But before they can get him down, Shredder comes in and reveals that he’s in fact Oroku Saki, and he wants them to join the Foot Clan. Why should they? Because he was accidentally responsible for them being mutated because he tried to kill Splinter. Which is like saying, “I date-raped your mom and got her pregnant, so you owe me because you exist.” Shockingly, this brilliant logic doesn’t win them over to his side.

Shredder calls in his own mutants, Bebop and Rocksteady, who are strong and intimidating (for now) but are also dumb as a sack of hammers. The Turtles grab Splinter and leave, and head right back up to the surface. Bebop and Rocksteady follow them up, and the Turtles trick them into a zoo cage. April takes some footage of them, since she apparently can’t get any of the Technodrome, and they’re dragged back underground by more of those annoying robots.

Seriously, is someone gonna cordon off the holes in the ground?! This whole place could collapse.

Verdict

This episode was a slight improvement over the first, possibly because they didn’t have to cram in all the backstory. It’s a pretty simple search-and-fight story, with some diversions along the way. I’m still not sure how or why the Turtles bothered to get disguises that didn’t disguise them at all, for instance. And they kinda bumbled out of the sewer in front of dozens of people. But it had minimum silliness, and it kept on its plot pretty well.

The animation is still gorgeous, especially in the fight scenes; sometimes the turtles’ faces can be a bit blobby, but the bodies and motion are absolutely top-rate. 

It also introduces us to our secondary villain Krang, who doesn’t really do much in this episode besides nag Shredder and make croaking noises. That seems to be a pattern thus far; the villains don’t do much when first introduced, then the do stuff in the next episode. Shredder’s much more active here, and he’s still pretty intimidating, despite the suckiness of his “join me and we can rule the galaxy” speech.

Gotta mention that this is where I like Bebop and Rocksteady the most in this series. They’re still too easily defeated, but they aren’t the cartoonish buffoons just yet. Ain’t quite up to IDW standards, though, where they’re dumb as hell but also scary.

Overall, a good chapter two to this five-part arc.

Grade: A

#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #satireknight #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael #donatello

[imagine-loki]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 11

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

Loki and Mia got back to Loki’s room after having dinner together at the restaurant down the road.

Loki swiftly excused himself to the bathroom before they got down to having fun.

He started jerking himself off as quickly as possible, he was determined to last longer tonight when Mia gave him a blowjob. So he hoped that perhaps getting one out first would help with that.

Mia never took notice of him taking longer in the bathroom. She had a nosey of his books on his shelf while she waited. When Loki finally emerged, he had composed himself wonderfully so she had no idea.

But it didn’t really work well. As soon as she was on her knees, kneeling on front of him, looking up at him from beneath her lashes so innocently… He knew he was going to fail. Again.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else… Thor in his mother’s dress…

But as soon as Mia wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and he felt her tongue on the underside, he opened his eyes and moaned loudly as he came. Mia continued sucking him, swallowing his cum. That always drove him wild how she did that, making his dilemma even more difficult.

Loki slipped his fingers through her hair as she continued to slowly suck him, keeping him hard even after cumming. It wasn’t long before he had another orgasm in her mouth, unable to control himself at all when in her mouth.

‘Ohhhh, yes… I am starting to feel that you have put a spell upon me, sweetling.’ Loki panted as Mia wiped her mouth and smiled sweetly up at him. ‘I’m really going to need to work on that.’ He chuckled.

Ever the gentleman, he put his hand out for her and helped her up to her feet. He slid his arm around her and pulled her flush against him as he held her chin and kissed her. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue, but that didn’t deter him as he deepened the kiss and proceeded to back her up to the bed, their clothes vanishing on the way.

Loki lay her down beneath him and started worshipping every inch of her body, making her squirm. He licked his way down her stomach, making her giggle when he flicked his tongue out below her belly button.

Mia thought he was going to go down on her, so she was a little confused, and disappointed she wasn’t going to lie, when he moved back up over her.

He cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue moving against hers as he devoured her. Then he moved slightly to the side and slid a hand down her body, boldly down between her thighs where he just cupped her. He could feel how wet and hot she was already.

‘Oh, little sweetling. So wet and responsive for Daddy.’ He growled, moving his fingers through her wetness, seeking out her clit that he zoned in on. As soon as he focused on that little nub, she started whimpering and squirming.

Loki chuckled and slid his arm underneath her upper body, holding her against him while he played with her. He brought her close to the edge, then just when she was about there he slowed down and moved away from her clit, making her whine in disappointment.

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the side of her head before continuing on with her torment. He repeated the actions a few times, getting her so worked up and close to cumming but then easing away. She grabbed at his forearm and started begging him, which was music to his ears.

‘Oh I do love hearing you beg, my little sweetling.’ He purred, the hand that was holding onto her side slid up over her and he started playing with her right breast. Squeezing it in a milking motion and then rolling her nipple between his fingers, mimicking what he was doing to her clit at the same time.

She was an utter mess in his arms.

‘Pleaseeeee, pleaseeee, Daddyyyyyy!’ She cried out, desperate to cum. Loki was keeping her on the edge, it felt so good and she never wanted it to stop but at the same time she so badly needed that release.

‘Do you really want to cum? I don’t think you do…’ Loki teased, slowing his circling of her clit right down.

She bucked her hips up trying to get more and her grip on his forearm tightened. ‘PLEASE! DADDY! PLEASE!’ She screamed and begged, almost crying in desperation.

Loki chuckled and started rubbing her nipple, at the same time he slid his fingers further down her and his thumb took over working her clit. She never even noticed or clicked what he was doing until it was too late.

He rubbed her clit in firmer, quicker, strokes. Starting to push her over the edge. Then, just as she was about to cum, he slipped his middle finger into her. He was met with barely any resistance, but he couldn’t believe how utterly tight she was around just one finger, but he pushed it in just to the second knuckle and stopped, concentrating on her clit as she clamped hard around his finger. He could feel her walls clenching on him as she came.

Mia couldn’t stop trembling, tears sprung to her eyes too as she could feel his finger within her. It felt SO good having something, even as thin as a finger, inside her. Something for her cunt to squeeze hold of while Loki still rubbed her clit, riding out her orgasm.

When she calmed down and stopped panting, Loki smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, removing his finger from her. He brought his hand up to his lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting her and moaning as he did so.

Mia turned more into him, unable to stop shaking and she couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down her cheek either.

Loki didn’t even need to ask. He knew he didn’t hurt her, as she had told him before she had been able to fit a small dildo into her a few times, which was wider than his finger. But he knew she was just emotional and happy at her body allowing his finger in so easily.

‘I… I’m sorry. I feel so silly.’ Mia whispered, still shaking but it was more shivering now. Loki wrapped the blanket around them, tucking her into him so she would warm up. She often got cold after an orgasm, especially one as intense as that.

‘Why do you feel silly, little one?’ Loki asked softly, tucking her head under his chin.

‘I just… I mean, getting all emotional and happy about getting a finger inside me.’ She said quietly.

Loki leaned back a little and cupped her chin, having her look at him.

‘It’s not silly, darling. Not at all. Everything is a step forward, no matter how small.’ He smiled and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb.

She smiled back at him, feeling so lucky that she had him. SO lucky, she counted her blessings every single day since they got together. Even though it had been over two months now, she still couldn’t really believe it.

Mia snuggled in against him, her hand on his chest. He played with her fingers, squeezing her hand every now and then. Mia then put her hand flat against his and marvelled at the size of his hands in comparison to her own.

‘What are you thinking, sweetling?’ Loki asked quietly.

‘Just… how large your hands are. And how long your fingers are.’ She said shyly.

‘All the better to handle you with, my dear.’ Loki chuckled as he clasped his hand with hers, engulfing hers completely, making her smile and blush. ‘I’ll be able to reach places your fingers can’t.’ He grinned, making her giggle as she hid her face into him.

‘I still… I still wish we could do it properly.’ She said, muffled against him.

He trailed his fingers up and down her back and kissed the top of her head. ‘I know, sweetling. I know you do. But we will get there, in time. There’s no rush.’

-

‘That sounded like some mind-blowing sex last night!’ Natasha said with a grin to Mia the following morning at breakfast.

Mia’s face heated up instantly and she almost dropped her spoon in her cereal. ‘What?’

Natasha grinned knowingly. ‘I was heading to bed and when I passed Loki’s room, I could hear you screaming. He must be pretty good with that cock of his to get that kind of screams out of you.’ She winked at her.

‘Oh god.’ Mia groaned and hid her face in her hands. Luckily none of the others were around yet.

‘No need to be embarrassed, I’m sure sex with a God is incredible.’

‘Well… It wasn’t sex. It was just…’ Mia coughed a bit. ‘His fingers.’ She said and removed her hands from her face.

‘Oooooooh, wow. If that was just from his fingers, then I do not want to pass by when he’s using anything else.’ Natasha smirked.

‘Alright, alright. Let’s just change the subject, please?’ Mia begged.

‘I’m just teasing you. I’m glad you’re both having fun.’

‘Thanks… I just…’

Natasha frowned. ‘What? What’s wrong?’

Mia sighed and ran a hand down her face. ‘Ok, don’t tell anyone. Promise?’

‘I promise.’ Natasha nodded, looking concerned.

‘I have vaginismus. So we haven’t actually had sex yet. And he is being so supportive and patient. But I just… I want to be able to sort it out as in yesterday.’

Natasha’s face softened, having been worried it was something Loki was doing wrong.

‘But Loki is going slow, not rushing you. Right?’

‘Right. But I just… I’m worried in-case I’ll never be able to do it.’ Mia said sadly.

‘When you said he was using his fingers…’ Natasha trailed off.

‘Yeah, he got one in… He is amazing. He seems to know what I can and can’t take better than I do.’ Mia said with a smile.

‘Well… Have you tried dilators?’ Natasha suggested.

Mia frowned. ‘No…’

‘They could be worth a try. They vary in size, you start small and then get larger. I’m sure Loki could make it fun too.’ She winked at Mia.

‘That… might be worth trying actually.’

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