#it was dark kinda greasy sexy

[asset35-maya]

RED DRESS

Part 2/2 of Nice Things

//

“Come on, we’re going to be late.”

“Five minutes, sweetheart. Please.”

Gavin rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed with a thump. The day had finally come when the human was more punctual than the android. He sniggered at the thought but refrained from saying it out loud. Nines looked far more serious than he ought to for a Friday night.

“Babe, it’s just the guys. And Tina.” 

Nines ignored him in favor of twirling a mascara wand through his lashes. 

“We’re literally going to Abick’s. That’s like the oldest, grungiest cop bar you can-”

“It’s not the place or the company, sweetheart.”

Gavin watched Nines finish off with eyeliner. Somehow even androids’ mouths hung open in concentration while doing that. 

He stood up from the little pouffe and shook his long hair out with a flourish. Taking that as his cue, Gavin got up and pressed himself up against his lover’s back. He curled his arms around Nines’ trim waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. 

Their eyes met in the mirror of the wooden dresser that Gavin had built for Nines.

“Whatchu so gorgeous for?”

Nines tried, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Shut up and zip me up.”

It wasn’t like he couldn’t reach behind himself and do it on his own. The RK900 model was supremely dexterous, flexible to the point of double-jointedness. 

It was more of an implicit request for the human’s approval of the outfit. Nines didn’t need it, but he asked anyway… just like later that night, Gavin would ask him if it was okay to splurge on a bacon cheeseburger or order an extra shot in his whiskey coke… 

They were codependent like that.

Gavin left one hand on the android’s stomach and placed the other on the small of his back, just at the opening of the dress. His thumb grazed the zipper, but he didn’t demonstrate any further intent to pull it up. 

“You said we were going to be late.”

Gavin swept the dark curtain of hair aside and pressed his lips to the exposed skin at the nape of Nines’ neck. When he spoke it was a whisper.

“Why’s my babydoll looking like something out of a movie for my dumb little promotion party?” 

His hand slipped into the open flap of the dress. It was a simple knee-length a-line. Fairly modest, but something about it set Gavin’s heart racing. Perhaps the colour. A vibrant, lusty, sexy, show-stopping red in sharp contrast to the milky white synthskin.

Nines couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him at the touch. Sighing, he tipped his head back and let Gavin nuzzle his neck. 

“Hmm?”

“Now we’re really going to be late, sweetheart. Zip… hhhhh… zip… me up…”

“Come on, doll. I don’t want someone accidentally spilling beer or mustard on this pretty little thing you got on. It’s just gonna be a chill night out with our friends. They demanded a treat for my promotion, and Hank said he’d come too, so I picked a place he’d be more comfortable at, and I realise that’s not exactly your scene, but I’m glad you’re coming with me, but I really gotta say this dress-”

Nines turned around in Gavin’s grasp and silenced him with a kiss.

“It’s not the place or the company,” he repeated, putting his arms around the human’s neck. 

“It’s your promotion party. It’s about your achievements, your hard work, YOU. And in case you haven’t noticed, you’re the most important person in my life. My partner in more ways than one. My everything.

Your rise in stature means as much if not more to me than my own accomplishments. I’m not the RK900 with the impeccable solve rate. I’m Sergeant Reed’s better half. 

If I had it my way we’d be doing something much grander, but this is how you want to celebrate and that’s fine, but please don’t stop me from dressing for the occasion.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. Steel blue and storm green locked in stalemate. 

Then Gavin pulled Nines into a tight embrace. He released him abruptly and spun him around, zipping up the dress in a flash. Avoiding eye contact lest the tears pricking his eyes betray him, Gavin caught the android’s hand in his and marched out of the apartment.

//

Connor greeted them at the entrance of the bar and waved them over to where the motley crew sat, already well into their first round of drinks.

Hank raised his beer glass in greeting, wearing an orange striped shirt he apparently deemed worthy of festivities. Tina enveloped Gavin in a giant hug. For a good thirty seconds he could see nothing but flannel. Then Miller, Person and countless other officers took turns congratulating him and bringing up past cases or incidents they couldn’t believe hadn’t held Gavin’s career back. 

Nines extricated himself with an artful wave of long fingers and settled onto a bar stool beside his older brother Sixty and his husband Allen. Serious, snarky and clad in their usual black leather, these two were more Nines’ speed.

Ignoring Sixty’s irritated grumble, Nines took a sip of his thirium drink to see if he liked the taste and ordered one for himself. He was prepared to spend the rest of the night sitting still and not touching the many sticky, greasy surfaces in the bar. It wasn’t his idea of fun, but he was happy to let Gavin and his friends do their thing.

Gavin, however, didn’t seem to be in the mood. He humoured his friends (many of whom were now his direct reports) and played along with whatever they insisted on doing, but Nines felt his partner’s eyes on him the entire evening.

“You punishing him?”

“Hmm?”

Sixty was squinting at him shrewdly.

“For coming to this shithole to celebrate. That’s why you wore this? Poor bastard can’t keep his eyes off you.” 

Nines swatted his brother on the chest. 

“I don’t play games like you.”

“Who says I play games?”

Allen shook his head but didn’t look up from his phone.

“I have a fashion sense, Six, not an agenda. I’m not punishing him for anything.”

“Well, you’re certainly distracting him. Reminds me of the time Allen said something stupid while we were getting ready for a shift so I put on lingerie underneath my gear. He nearly fell off a roof that day.”

Allen buried his face in his hands while Nines laughed out loud. 

“Shiiit. Your guy looks fucking lovesick. In front of all his staff too. They’re gonna think he’s a total sap. A new authority figure like him has got to show some grit.”

“Six, your husband follows you around like a lost puppy but that hasn’t interfered with his ability to lead your unit. Gavin will be fine.”

Allen didn’t know whether to consider that an insult or a compliment and settled for sipping his drink in silence.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“To?”

“Make the torture worth his while.”

At that exact moment, Gavin gave Nines a look from across the bar that could have only one interpretation. Sixty noticed and barked a laugh. 

Nines self-consciously tucked his hair behind his ear and smoothed down his dress. If he were human he’d have blushed bright red. 

Back to idly scrolling through his phone, Allen spoke without looking up.

“Let him do whatever he wants.”

Nines’ eyes widened. Sixty nodded wisely.

“His imagination is probably running all over the place right now. All you have to do is let him act on it and you’ll make him the happiest man on earth. It’s his promotion. You should be the prize.”

Allen put down his phone and scooted closer to Sixty, wrapping his arms around the android. They both looked at Nines with identical expressions that were anything but innocent. 

“Yeah, Nines. Dress like a present, expect to be unwrapped.”

Raucous cheers erupted as Gavin lost yet another game of beer pong. The new sergeant barely noticed and took the shot glass thrust into hand by a very jubilant Connor. Nines raised his glass in a silent toast and the two downed their drinks together.

The rest of the evening was an exercise in painful self-restraint. Gavin entertained various playful requests and posed for photos and thanked each and every one of his colleagues for their strong support. Hank clapped him on the shoulder proudly, and Tina even teared up at one point, emotionally overcome with happiness for her oldest and closest friend. Nines watched it all quietly from his perch beside Sixty and Allen.

//

As soon as they slid into an autonomous taxi, Gavin’s lips were on his, smothering him in heated, demanding kisses. Intoxicated and utterly uninhibited, the human put his hands in Nines’ hair… all over his body… and up the pretty red dress. No words were exchanged the entire ride home. 

The fact that android skin could not be marked or bruised was the only thing that let them walk through their busy lobby and ride the elevator up with dignity intact.

As soon as the front door slammed shut, Gavin was all over Nines. He touched and groped and claimed and conquered. 

The dress zipper was pulled down as quickly as it had been pulled up before they left for the bar. Nines stepped out of the puddle of red fabric as delicately as he could and pulled Gavin’s shirt off too. It was only the high quality gyroscope of the RK900 model that kept them from crashing to the floor before making it to the bed. 

Nines allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed and parted his legs for Gavin to easily settle between them. From there, he expected things to go at lightning speed… for Gavin to plough into him and come with a loud roar after a couple minutes, finally sated after a night of frustration.

The exact opposite occurred. 

Even after all the tequila shots Connor and Tina made him do, Gavin was somehow still lucid enough to put his lover’s feelings over immediate physical needs. 

“Babe, I… am soooo… sorry…”

One hand wound up in his hair and the other gripped his hip. 

“Like.. you dressed the phck up… like you looked soooooo damn beautiful, baby… I’m gonna cry.”

For a moment, it honestly looked like that was a possibility until Nines reached up and stroked the human’s stubbled cheek.

“I know Abick’s is kinda crusty but you came anyway… looking like a million bucks but I didn’t spend a second with you… T and Con and the crew… they kinda took over…”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. It was our whole team’s night as much as yours. I’m glad they all had their fun.”

“I didn't. Have any fun.”

“Really? Not even when Chris did that Fowler impersonation?”

“Couldn’t stop… thinking of you… you’re so damn good to me… and I…”

“I was fine. You invited Six and Allen to keep me company and it was fiiiineee.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now come on, sarge. Show me who’s boss.”

Nines rolled his hips against Gavin’s and that was all the conversation there was to be had for the night. They were both still getting used to having nice things… but they were doing well.

//

Inspired by @marndraws

#reed900 #rk900 #dbh rk900 #dbh nines #dbh gavin #gavin reed #gavin900 #gavin x rk900 #gavin x nines #background allen60 #long haired nines #red dress #tooth rotting fluff

[littlefreya]

April in Writing

Yes, yes, I know it’s almost June, but I have been under a lot of anxiety, work and other shenanigans. Anyway my sweets, here is a list of all my April writings! Enjoy :) 

🎃 Henry Cavill

Haunted Houses  - Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC ( fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers) Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Greasy Like a Sexy Pig - Henry x Reader (+18, RPF, dry humping, bulge riding, very light choking, dirty talk, bodily fluids). You are tasked to give Henry a massage in order to help him with his injury, but Henry is far too naughty to stay put.

Midnight Glow - Henry x Reader ( 18+, RPF, smut, somnophilia, fingering, female orgasm, male erection, hinted sexual intercourse, savouring on bodily fluids, body worship, male POV, Freya’s use of poetic sex metaphors.) Ever so in love with you, he can’t hold back and decides to please you even in your sleep.

The Mechanic - AU!Car Mechanic Henry  18+, RPF, hinted sex stuff (sex as payment), a little bit of cocky Henry, kind of a bad porn movie situation, really. ) Your car broke down and you can’t afford the fee... seems like you will need to find a different arrangement to pay up the debt

Spellbound - Henry x Reader ( RPF, smut, graphic sexual descriptions, gentle rough sex, doggystyle, bodily fluids, hyperspermia, multiple creampies, overstimulation, a little grey (hinted obsession), fingering and slightly oral (swallowing). Continue with caution. ) Henry and you used to be friends but the line was crossed and now that he has you he can’t quit you.

Drabbles

Henry’s role play as Sherlock

Brats on their worst behavior

Electric Love

Sweeter than chocolate

Just like Heaven

🎃 Captain Syverson

Tough Luck - Syverson x Reader (18+, smut, angry rough sex, hyperspermia, manhandling, semi-outdoor sex, breeding, DomMale vibes, dirty talks, primal sex.) The Captain is having a bad day and everything is going to hell, but he vows to at least make one thing right while finding an outlet for his rage  

Cosy - Captain Syverxon x Reader ( Fluff, light mentions of post-coitus, camping, mention of frogs, reader is mentioned to be shy, a sweet banter between a couple. ) In a camping, under the stars, the Captain finds a way to get you to sleep 

🎃 August Walker

Autumn Blood - August x OFC ( Dark, Non-Consensual sex, dubious consent, chasing, outdoors, primal sex, fingering, orgasm, doogystyle, creampie, light breeding, kidnapping, my overuse of forest metaphor and cottagecore. Please proceed with caution.) The rumours warn to stir far from the cottage down the clearing. Who knows who hides between these pitted walls? But curiosity trumps logic, and now that the wolf caught the scent of his prey, this little red ridin’ hood wandered into a trap..

🎃 Walter Marshall

Being on a Vacation with Walter - Walter x Reader ( fluffy, slightly suggestive, public display of affection, kinda jealous Walter, playful biting.) What would it be like to be on a vacation with Walter Bear

🎃 Headcanons 

When they come home to find you asleep on the couch

Panty sniffers

🎃 Freya’s fic recommendations

Daddy Kink 

Friends to lovers

Arranged marriage

Car Sex

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #august walker #captain syverson #LittleFreya's monthly masterlist

[idesofrevolution]

Welp as you can guess, Biker TF won the poll. So here we go kids.

It’d been weeks since I had... become who I am today. I’m still learning how to wield the power that Miss Marie had given me- and there were a few mistakes made along the way. But at the end of the day, I’d grown into a much more competent practitioner, so I decided one drunken evening to treat myself. After a delicious evening with a hunky biker bear, I’d convinced him to let me have his spare set of wheels. Riding came naturally to me- the open road and the wind rushing against me gives such a sense of freedom. It’s hard to explain. We still ride down the backroads outside of town just about once a week, although I’m sure the cruising spot in the bayou clearing does certainly help instigate such rides.

It was one summer afternoon after one such ride and rendezvous, wafting with the stench of sweat and sex, that I came across a young hitchhiker. He was young, maybe 21 or so with gorgeous ebony skin and a lean slender frame. I pulled over, and he quickly ran over to me.

“Hey, are you going as far as town?” His voice was frail and weak. A timbre of defeat echoed from the back of his throat, he’d clearly been through a lot. 

“Sure am. Here, hop on and take the spare helmet.” I smiled at him, and he coyly avoided my glance. He awkwardly mounted the bike, nearly tipping us over. “Never ridden before? Aight, put your arms here, and keep your feet up.” I gently guided his wrists around my waist and he tightly held on, nearly knocking the wind out of me. As we took off, he clutched me even tighter. Riding down the road, I could sense he was a broken kid. The air of sadness permeated his energy, and shaded every ounce of his body language. I don’t think he ever realized just how beautiful a soul he had.

About ten minutes of riding, I noticed we were nearly running on fumes. Luckily, an exit sign harked a little good fortune with a Shell station off the road. We pulled over at the nearest gas pump, and dismounted. 

“I’m gonna fill up, take this and get yourself something to eat man, you’re skin and bones!” I handed him a $20, and he looked at me as if I had three horns and purple skin. He blushed and walked toward the convenience store, but turned back to ask if I needed anything.

I looked at him, standing there against the cinderblock building and decided that he would get the help he deserved. If from nobody else, he would get it from me. I shook my head no, and he entered the store. Filling the tank took all of five minutes before it had topped off. I slid my card in, paid my dues and started to put my gloves back on before I noticed he had not come back out. To my left was another bike, sitting vacant and alone. Alarm bells went off and I rushed into the convenience store. 

I opened the door and could immediately hear the shouting. Behind the counter some teenage dumbass was fuckin around on his phone, not thinking a thing of the brazen diatribe that was filling the room. There, behind the wall of Doritos, Pretzels, and Slim Jims was the young kid, and a big hulking stag of a man shouting with his chest all puffed up like a blowfish. The foul, revolting shit that spewed from that mans mouth was beyond anything that I’d care to repeat in any way here, but when I say it was in reference to his ancestry I’m sure you can fill in the blanks. Grabbing his shoulder like a vice grip, I was about to teach this man what’s what.

“I think it’s time for you pipe the fuck down.” The man turned to me, covered in grease and stinking from days of riding in the summer heat. You know the type, ripped up and stained wife beater with tight, patched jeans; topped off with big beat up harness boots that were clearly two sizes too big. He sneered, sizing me up to see where his chances were in this fight. 

“Ahh, so you’re gonna be this little fuck’s hero, huh? You’re gonna be his WHITE knight, huh? See, I’m just letting him know that in these parts, it’d be best if he just fucked right off.” I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I have a bit of a temper issue which can get the best of me.. In the particular instance, however, I’d say I’m proud as all hell that I held that white trash by the throat about a sold foot above the ground. Tossing him aside, he landed against the aisle shelves like a ragdoll. I smirked, and figured out just how I would help this young man.

“Come on over, kid.” I waved him over, and he sheepishly plodded over to us. The racist tried in vain to pull himself up off the ground, but my size 13 Vans against his big burly chest had him pinned like a mouse in a trap. “I think this man needs a bit of an education, don’t you?” The kid smiled, looking down. I gently held his chin up. “And you need a confidence boost.” 

“Ah, your fuckin’ queers too! I shoulda gue...” I shoved my foot into his stupid maw, silencing him for the last time. I turned to my soon to be apprentice and smiled. I pushed a bit harder, watching my shoe sink further and further into that piece of shit’s mouth, before my entire foot was engulfed by his stretched head. The kid looked in awe as our prey squirmed and fought, and I think it was at this point that the situation clicked in his mind.

“Yeah, hows my foot taste, bitch? They sure stink to high hell, they’re my favorite pair. Kinda jealous of you to be honest.” I wriggled my foot inside his head, watching the outline of my high tops slide around under his skin. I’d played around with him long enough. I turned to the kid, who I’d noticed was tenting ever so slightly and winked. “Might wanna get rid of your threads, bud, you’re not gonna need ‘em.” With a quick jerk of my knee, my foot slipped out of his mouth, his head returning to normal. 

“You stupid fucks, I’m gonna fuckin kill you!” He would never get the chance. In fact, he was about to learn first hand what it’s like to have a healthy amount of melanin. With his clothes chucked aside, and his manhood at full mast, the kid walked toward the writing man. He gingerly put a single toe into his mouth, and pushed. His foot slipped effortlessly into the man’s throat, and quickly tugging at the corners of his mouth, he slipped foot number two in. The man was wriggling like a worm, I’m sure desperately trying to spew empty threats to ward us off. The sight of the kid’s lowering ass onto his stretched face caused a little bit of a muffled shriek to escape his cords. Now, musky, sweaty hitchhiker ass would be a treat to me on even the worst of days, but evidently some just can’t appreciate it’s mouthwatering flavor and scent. With his crack nuzzled right down on the good old boy’s nose, he began to pull on the man’s legs.

I watched proudly as his feet slipped downward, distorting his muscles under the tight confines of his jeans, before a sharp pop landed them inside the destroyed boots. They fit perfectly now, and I could just begin to smell the strong funk of greasy, funky socks and feet. The kid kept sliding into his body, his midsection growing and seemingly inflating with strong muscles. The old tank began to tear and rip, before it was shredded by the sheer mass of the inked, mocha colored abs and pecs that prominently burst forward. 

The kid’s face was in full elation, as he squeezed his arms down the throat, pulling the skin above his shoulders with a loud snap. His arms slipped into place; thick biceps and forearms bubbling outward from the man’s already impressive musculature. His tatted hands flexed, the new sensation of calloused fingertips and meaty palms seemingly fascinated him as he began to rub his new body.

I removed my foot from my new friend’s chest, and helped him up. This man was a beast! Towering to a massive 6′5, he was bigger, broader, and stronger than me- and I’ll admit... it was hot seeing this hulking, musky hunk standing before me with the youthful, boyish face of an early twenty-something. I eagerly awaited the final stretch as he pawed the whimpering final mask of the former racist’s face. Grabbing it by the nose, he pulled ever so slowly, savoring every second the slimy flesh slipped over his head until it snapped loudly into place. He adjusted his new face as the dark complexion flowed up his neck and across his scalp and jaw. He opened his dark brown eyes and smiled a million dollar smile at me.

“Now this is what I’m talkin’ about man!” The only word that came to my mind was stunning. His exterior finally matched his interior: sexy, proud, and strong. “Oh shit...” He looked downward, and within seconds I knew exactly what the issue was. Speaking from experience, not all the adjustments are as easy, so I decided my assistance was required. Getting down onto my knees, I unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. It revealed the yellowed, reeking jockstrap beneath which nearly concealed the problem area. 

Glued down behind his skin was the outline of his cock and balls. Just as I thought. Pulling down the jockstrap, I grabbed the hollow shaft and sac, tugging it up and down. Little by little his cock slid toward the chasm before it fully slipped in with a loud schlorp! When I tell you that cock grew into a footlong dong in seconds... with two sweat-dripping golf balls hanging low to garnish... I couldn’t restrain myself. I took it in my mouth, licking up every droplet of salty sweet sweat, pumping the precum out of it like a faucet. He grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his horse cock down my throat, fucking it like a fleshlight. His smelly balls slapped against my chin, and I could feel them engorging, getting ready to blow. 

And blow they did. Rope after rope. Straight down my throat. Every cup of it was whatever sadness, whatever insecurities, whatever weights held him down; now completely purged. He pulled out and I pulled my apprentice into deep kiss. This is who he truly was, and it was a fitting circumstance for it to happen. We turned to the slackjawed cashier, who evidently witnessed everything. I tossed him a $100, and we left. Hopping on our bikes, we headed back to town. The things I was going to teach dear Antoine here were going to blow his mind, and potentially his load too.

Okay kids. So there you have it. This was a long motherfucker and I’m sure it’s the longest I’ve ever written. If you haven’t guessed by now, each installment of Sebastian’s stories will be focused on punishing hate. This is what’s brought me out of retirement, and this is what I love writing now. I’ll of course listen to the feedback that y’all have provided me- I will do one-offs still. In fact, I’ll probably do a one-off next. Let me know what y’all think in my askbox. Thank you guys so much for all the support you’ve shown me.

#male possession #male bodysuit #racial transformation #racial change #male transformation #male takeover #biker #jockification #biker tf #male tf #body possession #revenge #original #musk #musky #scentplay

[justgleekout]

Fic: Grease Monkey

Summary: Blaine goes to visit Kurt at 'Hummel Tires And Lube' but he is not prepared for the sight that awaits him.

Rating: T

Words: 1796

Read on: Ao3 and FF.net

Notes: I had this idea in my head for YEARS. Then I saw a post about this premise on tumblr and I thought “fuck it! This is my moment!” So I wrote it down. Please enjoy some thirsty Blaine ;)

I wanna thank my dearest beta @esperantoauthor​​ (Esperanto on Ao3) for not only correcting my mistakes but also being super supportive and kind and actually teaching me shit! <333

I also kinda made art for this fic so y'all understand my vision. I hope you enjoy it!

The doorbell rang at the Hudson-Hummel household. Blaine was standing at the front door smiling in anticipation, bowtie in place and curls neatly trapped in gel. He and Kurt were going to breadsticks tonight to celebrate their one month anniversary. All right, not the fanciest place for a date, Blaine would admit, but they wouldn’t be able to afford much better anyways. And besides, Lima didn’t really have much more to offer. 

Blaine was a bit early, so when Carole opened the door instead of his boyfriend, he wasn’t too surprised.

“Hi Carole. Is Kurt ready yet? We, eh, have a date. I’m a little early, but I thought-“ he looked inside past Carole’s shoulder to see if Kurt might be coming down the stairs already. 

“Oh, I’m sorry honey, Kurt’s still at the garage. He promised Burt to help out for a bit. I guess they’re running a little late. Why don’t you meet him there? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you,” Carole offered with a smile.

“Oh, eh, sure. I suppose I could do that,” Blaine said, with somewhat forced optimism. The idea didn’t sound as good to him as it seemed to sound to Carole. The last time Blaine had gone over to ‘Hummel Tires and Lube’ he had convinced Burt to give his son “the sex talk,” merely a week before becoming said son’s boyfriend. He and Burt were on good terms and Blaine always felt welcome in his house, but he would rather not relive the awkwardness of that moment, especially now that he had so much to lose. “Thank you Carole, have a nice evening,” he said with a small smile. 

—

“Kurt?” Blaine called out when he walked through the open garage door into the workshop. He felt awkward and out of place in the big space filled with cars, machines, and tools. He had dressed up nicely for his and Kurt’s date so he didn’t dare to touch anything in fear of getting dirty. He just stood there awkwardly shuffling from side to side, trying to catch a glimpse of Kurt. A moment had passed but there was no sign of Kurt or his father. I shouldn’t have come, Blaine thought. Kurt would want to go home to change first, before going on their date, surely. So Blaine was mostly there just to say an awkward hello and meet Kurt again a little later at his house, where they were supposed to meet up in the first place. He even felt a little relieved when no one answered. He started to walk away towards the exit to just wait in his car for Kurt to come home, but right when he reached the garage door he heard his name. 

“Blaine?” Kurt appeared from behind a car. “I thought we were supposed to meet at 6? Did I get the time wrong?” He looked over his shoulder at a clock hanging on the wall behind him. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” His voice was soft and sincere.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, I was a little early so I-“ Blaine turned around to face his boyfriend and his eyes grew big when he saw Kurt. He didn’t know what he expected, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for this. 

Kurt was standing next to a shelving unit, leaning against it. He was wearing stained blue coveralls only halfway up with the sleeves tied around his waist to keep them from sagging down. He wore a tight fitting white t-shirt with the short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. The muscles in his arms flexed as he cleaned his hands and forearms with a small towel. His hair was messy and coming out of its usual hold of hairspray. And to top it off Blaine noticed a few smudges of dark grease on Kurt’s usually porcelain smooth face. 

Blaine’s jaw dropped at the sight of him. He had never seen Kurt in any other state than perfectly put together. Not a hair out of place. Bowties, button-ups, skinny jeans, the works. He loved Kurt’s fashion sense. Of course he did. Kurt expressed himself through his clothes, so saying he did not like the way he dressed would just be another way of saying he didn’t like Kurt and that was too insane to even think about. Because boy did he like Kurt.

But there was something about this look, Kurt’s soft voice, his smooth skin and the elegant way he moved in contrast with the harsh environment of the shop, the dirt, and smell of motor oil, that made Blaine feel funny in his chest (and maybe in some other places too but he tried not to think about that right now!). Blaine felt like Kurt should look out of place here. But the opposite was true. Kurt looked downright at home in the shop and also like something straight out of Blaine’s fantasies. Kurt looked so.. traditionally masculine? Hot. He looked hot.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow when Blaine didn’t finish his sentence and just stared at him. “Are you alright?” 

“I- Yeah I eh... I’m- I...” Blaine stammered. “Hi,” he finally managed to get out. 

Kurt chuckled a bit, put the towel down on a shelf and walked towards Blaine. “What is it?” 

“I- It’s just.. you look-“ 

“Ugh, I know. I look gross. I promise I’ll change before our date. I didn’t mean for you to see me like this.” He gestured at his appearance.

“No!” Blaine practically yelled. 

Kurt looked very confused. “No?”

“I mean, no, you look good! You look great actually,” Blaine said and could feel heat rising in his cheeks. 

“Really..?” Kurt said in a judging tone. “Blaine. I am a mess...” 

“A fucking hot mess if you ask me” Blaine muttered with a seductive grin. 

Kurt snorted but his cheeks turned slightly pink at the flirty compliment “You like this?” He asked. 

“Eh, YES! God, look at you! You look like you’ve just come from a photoshoot for a car commercial.”

“You are unbelievable,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes fondly. “Everyday I try to put the most amazing outfits together and the one time you see me when I look positively disgusting, you can’t take your eyes off me.” 

“Kurt, you know I love the way you dress. But this? Now? God you look hot. You look so strong and rugged and sexy and...” Blaine was eying Kurt up and down while tracing his hands over Kurt’s arms. “Please, kiss me.”

“But you will get all greasy if I kiss you now,” Kurt quipped, but he put his arms loosely on Blaine’s shoulders anyways. Blaine noticed they weren’t completely grease free yet but he found he didn’t actually care about getting dirty anymore. 

“Grease me up baby,” Blaine said with a big smile on his face, putting his hands on Kurt’s waist. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Blaine could feel the warmth of Kurt’s skin. 

Kurt chuckled a little in disbelief before leaning in, kissing Blaine softly. But, the second their lips touched a low moan emerged from Blaine’s throat. Blaine’s grip tightened on Kurt’s shirt pulling him closer.

“Oh wow, you really do like this, huh?” Kurt said breaking them apart. 

Blaine hummed appreciatively, chasing Kurt’s lips “Wasn’t that obvious?” he breathed, clutching Kurt’s shirt. “So sexy.”

Kurt looked at him questioningly at first, but when he looked into Blaine’s eyes he saw nothing but want. A dark twinkle appeared in Kurt’s eyes and he grabbed Blaine, pulling him towards a nearby car. Blaine was more than happy to be led and followed Kurt eagerly. Kurt pressed Blaine against the car. Once trapped between the car and Kurt, Blaine pressed his mouth back on Kurt’s. Pulling him as close as he could. Kurt’s weight was pressing down on him from head to toe. And Blaine couldn’t help noticing that their hips were pressed together as well. 

Kurt put his hand against Blaine’s cheek and had the other pressed against his chest. He started to move against Blaine just a little. But it was enough to shoot fire through Blaine’s entire body. His hands moved over Kurt’s sides and back pulling on his shirt. God this feels good!

“No making out in the shop!” A loud voice pierced the silence in the garage. 

Kurt quickly pushed himself away from Blaine. Frantically trying to straighten his t-shirt. “Dad!” He shouted indignantly. 

“Rules are rules, kiddo. If Finn’s not allowed to make out here, neither are you.” Burt said before turning to a very disheveled looking Blaine “Evening, Blaine,” he said with a smirk.

“Mr Hummel- Burt! Hello! I am so sorry, sir! I- we didn’t-“ 

Burt started laughing heartily. “Don’t worry about it kid.”

Blaine turned scarlet and gave Burt a small, but grateful smile.

“I came to tell you, you were free to go, Kurt. But it looks like you took that liberty yourself,” Burt teased.

“Right.. thanks dad. I think Blaine and I are gonna go then.” 

“Thanks for the help today, Kurt. You’re very valuable to have around at the shop.” 

The smile on Kurt’s face grew. “You’re welcome. Happy to help,” he said to his dad before he turned back to Blaine. “Come on, let's go to my place; I need to change. As much as you might like this look, I am NOT going out to dinner in coveralls, covered in grease!” He winked at Blaine, took his hand, and pulled him to Blaine’s car. 

Blaine ducked his head laughing to himself a little. “Of course.”

Once inside Blaine’s car, Blaine felt Kurt looking at him.

“What?”

“Should we talk about what happened in there?”

“I don’t know? What would you wanna talk about?”

“You having a grease monkey fetish and me grinding up on you in my dad’s shop, maybe?” 

Laughing out loud for a second Blaine cleared his throat and responded, “Ehm, I guess I just like it when you take control like that. Especially when you look like,” he gestured at Kurt’s outfit, “that. Honestly, Kurt, you look like you came from a fucking porno magazine.”

Kurt lifted his chin up a little, his cheeks turning pink again. “Hmm, good to know. I suppose I liked it too. Feels nice to be wanted like that. I guess I never really had that before. Nor did I expect anyone to ever feel like that about me.” He smiled softly at Blaine. “You don’t look half bad yourself by the way. I didn’t really have a chance to tell you yet.” 

“Thank you,” Blaine answered with a returned smile. “Let's go then, shall we?” 

“Please. I wanna get out of these clothes!” 

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

#glee #klaine #glee fanfiction #klaine fanfiction #Kurt hummel #Blaine anderson #my fics #my art #grease monkey

[mostlycompetentwriter]

My Pace (Drabble)

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Hwang Hyujin (SKZ)

Warnings: Smut and Language

Genre: Street Racer AU

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Initially, Y/N only came to the race track because she wanted to keep a close eye on her mischievous little brother, Seungmin. She certainly didn’t expect to catch the attention of one of the racers who seems determined to impress her.

I loved the rare mornings when the sky was nothing but an endless blue paradise, undisturbed in its picturesque setting. During the Summer, that often precluded long, miserable hot days, but in the Fall, the weather was much more tolerable. It also marked the start of my town’s local racing league, which basically meant that a bunch of high-school and college-aged teens showed up at the abandoned track downtown to race their sports cars.

They could race for hours, swerving dangerously around the curves and accelerating close enough to touch bumpers with the car in front of them. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber was pervasive, and all the other girls seemed to go crazy. They would scream and cheer for the cars as they zoomed past the stands as if the drivers insider could possibly see their individual faces.

In all honesty, it actually wasn’t so bad, especially when they opened the concession stand booth because I could occupy my time with candy snacks and popcorn. But the only reason I even came to the track was because of my younger brother, Seungmin. If he wanted to sneak out of the house undetected by my parents to race, then I felt the need to follow him and ensure that he kept out of trouble. In such a dangerous and high-risk sport, I only wanted the best for my little brother.

I also knew that it would be impossible to dissuade his passion for racing, so it was best to simply linger around the edges of the track and watch him. Because, for the most part, the other competitors never tried to do anything too outlandish. They obeyed the rules since they couldn’t risk getting kicked out, and some of the older students even invited everyone to bonfire parties after the events. 

But I never went to those parties. I was only at the track to watch over Seungmin, and I trusted him enough to spend the night with Jeongin if he drank too much. You see, Seungmin enjoyed the social aspect of the races just as much as the actual competition, and he had tried to introduce me to his friends. They seemed nice enough, even if I only ever saw them after races with sweat perspiring on their skin, but I wasn’t looking for long-term friendships at the track. Because, at the end of the day, I didn’t share Seungmin’s passion for racing or the sleek model cars with impossibly loud engines.

Of course, that didn’t mean that Seungmin’s friends weren’t also disinterested in my company. Especially Hwang Hyunjin, the tall and lanky 16-year-old who embodied the phrase: “rebel without a cause.” Hyunjin always smoked cheap cigarettes while he waited for his partner-in-crime, Han Jisung, to make repairs under the hood of his Mustang. Apparently, the car was more trouble than it was worth, but Hyunjin had nothing else to race, so he was forced to worry over the engine on a regular basis.

He was very attractive, especially his figure, and I had caught myself staring a time or two when he crawled out from his car after a race. And Hyunjin also had long, blonde-colored hair that he pulled back away from his handsome face, exposing the expanse of his forehead and the proud cheekbones that stood out prominently. He always wore black jeans that were too big for him, and some corny t-shirt that hung limply from his shoulders. He was an irresponsible teen who didn’t seem to care that much for his safety, and he always made an effort to talk to me at the racing events, even though I had tried to make it clear that I wasn’t interested in his conversation.

For example, after one such event, Hyunjin arrogantly posed with his recently won trophy after securing first place yet again, wiping his greasy shirt sleeves against the plaque on the front. He easily found me in the stands, dropping the trophy onto the bleachers next to me before offering his best smile. “Did you see me, Y/N?” Hyunjin asked. “I was six seconds ahead of your brother.”’

“Hmmm?” I replied, entirely disinterested as I scanned through the contents of my phone screen.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin tried again, and he boldly reached out to lower my phone screen and force my attention. “I’m having a party at my place tonight. You’ll come, right?”

I smirked. “I don’t go to those parties, Hyunjin.”

“You don’t?” Hyunjin hesitated, and a decidedly chastened look affected the usual arrogance of the smile that he was clearly forcing. 

I guess that was enough to make me feel a little bad when I thought about Hyunjin’s poor attempts at flirting. “I can maybe come over for an hour.”

Hyunjin immediately brightened, shoulders rising as he cleared his throat and fetched a cigarette from his grease-stained pocket. He held the unlit stick between his teeth. “I’ll see you there.”

It only took me exactly fifteen minutes to hate the party at Hyunjin’s house.

His parents must never come home very much because Hyunjin didn’t seem to care that his friends were trashing everything, littering the floors with discarded bottles of beer and food wrappers. It was a complete mess, and the music was too loud, thunderous with some kind of generic bass that had me retreating outside to find some fresh air. However, I was surprised to find Hyunjin outside as well, smoking as he looked out into the darkness. “Oh,” I said, drawing his attention. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not,” Hyunjin said with a raspy tone, beckoning me closer with a delicate crook of his fingers. “I needed a break too.”

“It’s your party,” I reminded him, and Hyunjin laughed, running his fingers through his messy hair.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin agreed. “But sometimes it can get crazy with the older kids.”

“I guess you don’t mind that they’re trashing your place?”

“I’ve got people who can clean that for me,” Hyunjin said, but it wasn’t boastful. In fact, there was a hint of resentment in his tone that he quickly banished with a shake of his head. “Hey, you want to see something?” 

I nodded because I had nothing better to do, following him to the back of the house where he messed with a combination panel on the side of the building to reveal the inside of an impressive garage. “Holy shit,” I cursed, surveying the dozens of collector cars decorating the inside. 

“They’re my dads,” Hyunjin said, tossing aside his cigarette before leading me to the first car. “He won’t let me drive them.”

“What’s the point, then?” I asked around a laugh. “I might not know much about cars or racing, but these seem pretty impressive.

“Which one do you like the most?” Hyunjin asked, and I pointed to the cherry-red Corvette. “You have good taste.”

He reached for my hand, and I shivered at the contact, allowing him to pull me closer to the gorgeous model. “He takes good care of them,” I remarked, and I was too afraid to touch the glistening paint.

“You want a closer look?” Hyunjin asked, reaching for the door handle of the passenger side without really waiting for my response.

“Okay,” I said, waiting for Hyunjin to recline the seat before carefully leading me into the back. I laughed at the absurdity of the situation before I lowered my head to accommodate the car’s smaller height, and I made sure to close the door behind us...just in case.

In the meantime, Hyunjin and I crowded together in the backseat, brushing shoulders while he giggled and reached for my hand between us. “This is kinda sexy, right?” he asked, and I scoffed at his claim.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wholly unprepared for the way he moved in closer, making the space between us even smaller.

“You know I like you, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and I could feel his breath fanning across my face. “I didn’t think I was exactly subtle.”

“No,” I agreed, studying his eyes and the fascinating way they seemed to reflect the light from the garage. “But you know I only show up for my brother.”

Hyunjin sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before coming to a realization. “That doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

His lips hovered against mine, almost teasingly, like he was testing his limits. “Hyunjin...”

He silenced me with a gentle kiss, and Hyunjin tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, but I ignored the combination as I allowed him to lick inside my mouth. It was actually really good, and he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling back only to reclaim my lips again before I could question whether or not this was a good idea. “Y/N,” he eventually whispered, looking at me with lust-filled eyes. “Please.”

I traced the swollen purse of my bottom lip before nodding, allowing him to pull me into his lap as our kisses grew feverish. It felt like there were fireworks going off all around us, electrifying the air and blinding my senses. But I was enraptured with the feeling of Hyunjin’s touches, and I started to trail my hands underneath his shirt, surprised when my fingers ran across the hard lines of his abdomen.

Oh, so there was muscle underneath those baggy clothes. 

“Turn around,” he whispered, and he helped me carefully maneuver myself in our limited space. It was difficult, but Hyunjin pulled me against his chest, adjusting our positions so that his hand could crawl its way under the waistband of my shorts. 

I whimpered when I felt his fingers tease the edge of my panties, and his other hand directed my chin to the side so that he could distract me with another kiss. It was a distraction that proved worthwhile, and I became lost in the hypnotic feel of his lips while his fingers started to part the folds of my labia, prodding at the entrance of my wet pussy.

I gasped into our kiss, stroking his tongue with messy movements while he started to thumb across my clitoris, providing the perfect stimulation in addition to the slow penetration of his fingers. “So beautiful,” he remarked, looking at me with hooded eyes, and I could see the way the muscle in his arm started to flex as he scissored his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy.

“Hyunjin,” I tried again, trying to fight the heavy fog weighing down on my shoulders as I relaxed further into his touches, allowing him to support me against his chest while his sinful fingers continued their work on pleasuring me. The squelching sounds becoming loud and downright vulgar in the narrow space of the car’s backseat.

“What a dirty girl, Y/N,” Hyunjin remarked, and he was suddenly moving faster, sliding his fingers through my juices while flicking his thumb across my throbbing clitoris. He handled me with such skill, and I was turned on beyond belief as I fell apart on his fingers, chasing his lips for more kisses as my hips started kicking in time to his rapid thrusts.

I swallowed around a moan when the heat became unbearable, and my legs started to shake, fighting to close against the intrusion of his fingers. I could feel myself teetering on the precipice, closing my eyes to savor the pleasurable ache building in my lower abdomen, muscles clenching tightly as I exhaled around the sudden and explosive release. I cried loudly as a result, chasing the fiery waves of my orgasm while Hyunjin removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick over the evidence of my arousal.

I shivered at the sight before I reached behind me, squeezing his cock through the loose material of his pants. Meanwhile, Hyunjin removed his fingers from his mouth, turning his gaze to my hand as it gave his cock some much-needed attention. Eventually, I grew frustrated with the barrier of his pants, turning around in the narrow space to support myself on my knees as I helped him tug down his jeans and boxers. Immediately, his cock sprung free from the restrictive material, standing proudly against his stomach. 

And I was practically salivating, tracing one finger against the head of his cock and watching as he jerked in response. “Y/N,” Hyunjin whined, and I allowed my hand to enclose itself around his erection, squeezing at the base because it seemed to drive him insane. And I tugged at him with lazy movements, studying the way his head fell back against the window, breaths coming out in harsh pants that continued to fog up the glass surrounding us. 

When I pulled my hand away, Hyunjin opened his eyes, looking at me desperately as I spread out my legs and lowered myself to meet his cock at eye-level. He understood my intentions, lacing his fingers through my hair as his hips practically jumped in my face. I stilled them with a glare, swallowing hard as I allowed my tongue to trace across his narrow slit, following the little beads of precum that had gathered at the tip.

Hyunjin exhaled harshly, fidgeting around as he fought to keep himself in place, and I ended his torment by opening my mouth and taking him inside the wet cavern. He moaned with delight at the sensation, brushing my bangs out of my eyes as I took him even deeper, deciding that the taste of his precum was preferable to the alcohol and cigarettes from earlier.

I wasn’t that experienced with sucking cock, but I knew the basics, and Hyunjin seemed to be enjoying my efforts. Huffing around little whines as he begged me for more. And I was willing to give him everything, hollowing my cheeks as I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat, forcing me to gag around his erection. “Do that again!” Hyunjin said, and I complied with his request, deep throating him until I couldn’t breathe before pulling off and using my hand to tug at his foreskin.

He was incredibly soft to the touch, and I could tell that he was close, hips practically humping against my fingers. I smiled at the sight of Hyunjin because he looked totally wrecked and ruined, but I still wanted to know what he looked like when I took him completely apart. So, I returned my lips to his cock, swallowing him down around a moan. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hyunjin chanted, like it was his life’s mantra, forcing his cock down further as I tried to relax the muscles in my throat.

Tears were falling from the corners of my eyes, and my jaw was starting to ache from his girth. Still, I managed to persevere, and I heard his warning just before I tasted his cum on my tongue as he released down my throat. I swallowed hard to force it down, groaning as his taste lingered on my tongue. Afterward, Hyunjin sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his brow as he petted at my cheeks with gentle fingers. I looked up at him as I pulled back from his cock, and the flaccid length fell between us as I leaned forward to kiss Hyunjin again, struggling to find purchase on his chest.

“Thank you,” I finally managed, meeting his intense gaze as he grabbed my face between his hands to press his lips against the tear-stained tracks falling down my cheeks.

“You’re so good, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and he pulled me closer into a necessary embrace, and I savored the warmth from his chest as we both came down from our highs.

I guess the next time I came to the track, I would be sure to look for Hyunjin.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x y/n

[crayonflop]

what's ur dream role for dohwan including like elaborate plot lines + a dream costar or was the short lived ocn mechanic role sufficient wish fulfilment lmao

omg of course the ocn mechanic role wasn’t enough I NEED THE FOOTAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but yes my dream roles for him involve manual labor such as mechanic/farmer/carpenter/someone who drills a lot idk i want him to be poor sweaty and greasy and/or dirty!!!!!!!!!! but actually i REALLY want him to reprise his role as a gangster loan shark from sweet stranger like a save me spinoff where dongcheol gets out of jail goes to work at that nightclub and then ends up joining some kind of gang or loan sharking and dates some like sexy bar madam like heartless city vibes i need it to be dark and melo and he’s always wearing his best look, blood and maybe he dies again at the end that’s okay........so i guess a tragic crime melo romance.......the best genre.......some actresses i kinda want to see him with.......jo boa, jung yoojin, eunji, jin kijoo, im jueun, chun woohee.....

#Anonymous

[superbatson]

a reblogger's tag made me think of more famous men i don't find attractive so if anyone cares:

robert downey jr

cole sprouse

all riverdale men except ross butler actually

simu liu (i'm sorry shang chi stans)

the supernatural men except for misha (he's fine)

i'm TORN on matt mcconaughey bc i love his voice and he was sexy in the trailers for that dark tower movie but otherwise his face looks like plastic and his hair is greasy and apparently he's like the og non-bather (or just doesn't use deodorant???) so bleh

i kinda wanna list bill hader but it's like the timothee thing where i'd say he's attractive but definitely not "sexy", you know what i mean? (he'll have his moments but That Fandom definitely overhypes him in terms of looks, i miss when he was just the tall funny man from snl)

#ramblings #see how hard i tried to resist going into a rant about the it fandom ruining bill for me lol #they overtook the snl tag on ao3 it scares me #anywho

[bolontiku]

“Being Wrong”

Chapter 4

Avengers AU

Bucky x Dot, Steve x Reader, Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 3613

Summary: Trying to move on, to get back to what love originally felt like, what it felt to be right, to be good... It doesn't always work out the way you planned.

A/N: SMUT, NO UNDER 18, SEXY PARTY, bad decisions, cheating, bad thoughts. THIS IS ME WARNING YOU, I DID NOT PLAN FOR IT TO GO THIS WAY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!!

*******

Even though you don't know… you know. It's in the little things. 

Meetings being scheduled late in the evenings. Dinner being canceled. Laying in bed alone till you hear the front door open and quickly close your eyes. 

A woman knows, if you pay attention enough.

Yet, sometimes… you don't want to know.

Times when you think of how you two became one. How he was completely hurt, beyond reach, how Steve was worried day and night. How he looked at you, how he flinched when you touched his metallic arm, how he stared when you didn't. 

Dot had never thought anything of it, and talking was easy when the other didn't talk much. She helped his physical therapist and he was good, her boss was good. Maybe sometimes his hand slipped and he'd apologize for the way it lingered a little too long, or apologize for brushin' up against her. 

No one saw. Definitely not the mute with the long dark greasy hair. The guy that Steve Rogers had gone through hell and back for. The one that just sat there as they went through his therapy.

And what a surprise when her boss...wasn't so good one day. When he pushed her up against the wall and brushed up too close to her. Who was gonna say anything? The mute? The guy that didn't say anything?

But he did. 

He moved and he had plenty to say to her boss. And not just with his words. 

So, Dot tried not to notice when she knew. Cause if she was gonna be honest with herself...if she knew what she knew… she wasn't sure she could survive that knowledge. 

Still, looking at her reflection in the mirror she could hear the party outside, people talkin', laughing, dancing and singing. 

And here she was, someone she didn't recognize. 

She had never been possessive before, never been one to be jealous. If a man was with her, it was cause he wanted to be with her. If he had straying eyes then she let him go to follow their path. It's just… different with Bucky. She wanted it to be different, he would tell her if he was done with her, he wouldn't stay just to stay. They had something between them, something that was a story of the ages. 

Maybe she was kidding herself, straightening, she squared her shoulders and fixed her lipstick, bright red, she liked the sleek black dress that clung to her, it was his favorite. Dot shook her head to shoo away the memory of his face when he first saw her in it, now- now he hadn't even hummed at her.

Looking into the mirror she smiled as Natasha walked in, the red head smiling back politely. 

"Finally back?"

Natasha nodded, "just in time for the party. You look… nice."

Dot took in a breath, her smile faltering, she knew Natasha was one of Bucky's best friends. As close, if not closer, than Steve. "Gotta look good for my guy."

Natasha nodded, expression neutral. "Glad things are good between you two."

Dot swallowed looking away. A woman knew. "Yeah, hey! See you out there!"

Natasha watched after her, lips pursed tightly together. Dot wasn't the idiot she had thought her to be. 

**

Bucky wasn't sure when it happened. 

It wasn't something he had decided. It kinda faded, he guessed that was the only way he could explain it. It faded. 

Dot faded.

And you… you were this bright, focused, image. He could see every detail, even the ones that other people couldn't see, he could see. 

He was certain of that. Steve couldn't see you the way he could. Bucky was certain of that. He just had to make you see. Make you understand that it was you, you and him. He needed you, Dot was… Dot was gonna be alright without him. He loved Dot, he did… he looked around, where had she gone? 

Bucky sighed, dragging a hand down his face, he should love her. He remembered being in love with her. When had that gone away?

Laughter spilled through the air, he knew that laughter, God he knew your laughter and he turned slowly. There you were. His girl. Only.. You weren't his girl. Not anymore. 

How had it come to this? Steve was a great guy. The best guy. Steve held you tightly to him, Clint and Sam on either side, both men smirking at you, obviously flirting and talking shit. He should be there. 

Bucky stood.

"Bucky?"

He turned, feeling her arm on his shoulder, "Dot."

She swallowed, eyes following his line of sight. There you were. Steve's eyes closing as you laughed, leaning into his frame, head falling on his chest. Looking back at Bucky she swallowed and wrapped her arm around his.

"Dot-"

"Not right now."

It surprised Bucky, the way she spoke so quietly but clearly enough to be heard over the crowd. 

"She's not your girl Buck, I am."

Bucky looked away. He wondered- he should have known she would know. Dot wasn't stupid, not even when he wanted her to be. 

"I'm your girl," she smiled up at him, it wavered and he slid his arm around her waist. "For tonight," she whispered softly, "I know and it's okay, but can we-?" Her breath hitched as she could feel the burn behind her eyelids. How embarrassing, begging for him to look at her, begging for him to remember her, begging for just one more night. 

"Wanna dance doll?"

Dot laughed, laughed the tears away.

Bucky stared at her. When had he stopped looking at her? His Dot. She knew him. Blond hair pulled back, spilling in curls from the tie at the back of her head. She was wearing that perfume he liked, she always smelled so good. Blue eyes wide, tinged in red, nose slightly red too, lips colored dark. The dress she wore, tight at her waist and accentuating all her curves. 

Had she lost weight? "Feeling alright?" He asked quietly, pulling her close as he led her around the dance floor without thinking. Bucky grew up dancing, he had always loved dancing, remembered dragging Dot into his arms when she first moved in with him. They had danced all night, he had danced her right into their bed.

She stared at his chest for a moment. This felt familiar, looking up she met his gaze, he was watching her. "I'm always alright James," she answered with a smile. Smile. Smile so that it didn't hurt so much. Dot always smiled.

That look hurt. 

Bucky had seen that look before. He remembered the man she had worked for, he hadn't ever said anything, he hadn't cared. She never said no. It wasn't until he had seen the man push her against the wall, no man should ever touch a woman like that. "JAMES! I'M ALRIGHT! LOOK! STOP! PLEASE DON'T!! I'M ALRIGHT!!" She had cried, begging him to stop, and he had- it had been the first time she'd said his name. He stopped beating on that man, swept her up and called Steve and Sharon. He hadn't known what else to do.

"What's your name?"

Big blue eyes had looked at him, her make up smeared from her tears and she had smiled, "Dolores, but call me Dot."

When had he stopped looking at her?

"I want you to be better than alright."

She smiled brightly, "yeah?" He nodded, swallowing hard. "Then I am better than alright, just for tonight, cause I am in the arms of my man!"

Bucky didn't deserve her. 

**

Steve nipped at your ear. 

Clint rolling his eyes, "it's like you two can't wait to be in a room all alone, but this isn't a room where you're by yourselves so try to behave!"

"He's just jealous, cause that girl in ammunitions already agreed to come with someone better."

You smirked, "who?"

"Me!" Sam clapped Clint on the shoulder. "Which reminds me, I need to steal my date back from her friends…"

"Have fun!!" You called after him. 

"Ready?" Steve asked. You looked at him with brows raised, "time to dance."

You gave Clint a look and he waved a hand pointing at Natasha as she was headed towards you, she smiled as Steve tugged you past her.

It was easy, Steve made it so very easy and everyday you could feel it, the ache was going away. You didn't look for him, didn't think about him as much.

Instead it was Steve, since that day it was only Steve. His touch calmed your soul, his kisses swept away the darkness and you were certain you walked on fucking clouds all day.

Steve made you feel as if you were the only one he saw, and that was powerful indeed.

"Can I cut in?"

Steve laughed tugging you in close, both of you looking over at who spoke. You felt your heart still, jumping slightly when Steve said- "Sharon!"

She smiled, bright, blinding; her gaze only on Steve. "It's been sometime stranger, is it okay?"

You nodded stiffly pulling yourself from Steve's grasp as he stared at her, his gaze on her, you felt sick. A small noise escaped you as Steve caught your wrist, dragging you back into his arms, "Steve-"

Baby blue eyes met your gaze, "gonna find you so don't go giving my dances to everyone else."

You nodded. It was all you could do. Sharon was back. She was back and he had already stared. 

"Hey," his gaze flicked to the blond that looked away before he caught your face in his hands. "I love you," he hummed, lips meeting yours. 

You nodded, "l-love you…"

Steve chuckled, "ten minutes. You are mine, got it?"

You stepped away, a little dizzy. He did that. Right in front of her. Did he do that? You glanced over your shoulder, at the edge of the crowd. Baby blue eyes tracked your movement as Sharon spoke to him, the corner of his lips tugged upwards as he met your gaze. 

He loved you.

You needed air. 

**

Bucky had been watching, not on purpose. Not intentionally, mostly you were in his peripheral. Like keeping the exits in his sight at all times. 

"Doll, gotta… bathroom. Get us a couple drinks and I'll be right back." He dipped down, lips meeting her cheek quickly as he set towards the bathrooms. 

Once he made it to that corridor, he could dip out the side door and he did. There were a few people out there, and there you were, leaning against the balcony. He stood there for a moment, deep blue eyes slipping down your body, he remembered every dip and curve, how you sighed when he kissed right there, a little moan escaping if he touched just there. 

He met your eyes and hurried forwards, easily corralling you towards the end, where there was a little more privacy.

"I jus-"

"Please don't do this!" Your hands fell on his chest, and he was certain it burned straight through his suit. This couldn’t happen, no, you refused to let this happen… 

He covered your hands with his, "let me say this-"

You shook your head, "no, no Bucky. There's nothing to say!" You gasped as he crowded you against the wall, his hard body pressing into yours. Steve. Steve, god if Steve saw you two like this… "Steve, I'm with Steve-"

Bucky chuckled coldly, you looked up at him finally, searching his face, his eyes. "What? Don't tell me ya didn't see the way he looked at her?" God, he didn't come here to say this, he just wanted- you pushed at him and it- God why wouldn't you just give him a second?!

His lips slid over yours, the cool metal of his hand catching your jaw and his other hand tugging you into him. You froze, hands on his chest, attempting to keep space between the two of you, his tongue swept along your lips seeking entrance and you nudged just enough to bite down harshly.

Bucky jerked away the moment it happened. "Fuck!" He growled as you shrank into the corner, hand over your mouth. "NO!" He hated the way you flinched, "tha-that's not…" he hated this. Whatever this was between the two of you. This wasn't who he was. "I love ya." The words hung in the cool night air, still you didn't move. "But… it's not right. It's unnatural. I wanted to… I wanted it to be a good thing. I did. Dot. She deserves better. I'm gonna be better for her… if she," he turned away from you, dragging a hand through his hair. "I gotta get away from ya, I want you to be happy Y/N. Just be happy."

Just be happy. “Is that really what you want?” you asked, you should keep quiet, you watched as his shoulders rose and fell. “Bucky?” he was frustrated, he was trying to do the right thing.

“I miss talkin’ with ya,” he said, “I miss having you beside me,” he turned to look at you, the regret you saw in his eyes- “I never wanted to hurt you.” He moved back towards you, slow measured movements, giving you time to back away or deny him. His hand was warm on your cheek, “Y/N, I really do love you…”

**

Steve felt lighter. Sharon was happy for him, she was here for work and that was all. There was nothing more to it than that.

"I hope she knows just what she's got," she winked at him, punching him slightly on the shoulder. Steve grinned nodding. A quick chaste kiss to his cheek and she was dragging Tony out onto the dance floor.

He had seen you headed towards the balcony, he flinched as a shoulder caught his and stopped as Bucky caught himself. 

Both men staring at the other. "Been a minute."

Steve nodded, tongue flicking out as he glanced towards the darkness outside. Just like Tony to have a dark place for others to sneak off to. 

"Make her happy, I…" Steve looked back at his friend, "I want her to be happy and with you.." Steve nodded. "Anyways, if Dot agrees, I'm thinking about the West Coast. Need ta get my head right, I.." He struggled, he wanted to get something right. "I did love her Steve. I didn't mean to hurt her."

"I got her," Steve answered as Bucky gave him that imploring look.

Bucky grinned, a hand going through his hair, "yeah, ya do."

Steve watched as his oldest friend turned and walked away. There was always another day, another day when aches could be mended and that would take time. Another day. They had been friends this long, there was nothing they couldn’t work through. 

Another day.

** 

You stared at his back, you had done it. You did it. God you had been scared, fear had frozen you as he pressed into you, lips molding to yours and it wasn't till his tongue slid along your lips that you were able to move. 

And it hadn't been much. Just a bite. But you'd done it. 

He wanted you to be happy. 

You stayed there, hand over your mouth, unable to move even after he walked away. 

“Y/N, I really do love you…” you stilled as he leaned down, his thumb pressing your chin up, tilting your head back, his lips meeting yours softly, tenderly, so much like before. The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping over your bottom lip to slip and caress yours, his hands moving down your torso to catch at your dress. You shoved at him, he smiled against your lips, sucking your bottom lips between his teeth as he jerked your dress up, fingers slipping into your panties tugging them down and off you as hands caught at your thighs, lifting you and grinding his hips against yours. “Doll, fuck, want you, miss you so much!” he growled as you shoved at his shoulders, your hips tilting into his. 

You couldn’t breathe, you gasped as he dipped his head under your chin, lips rough against his neck, this was wrong, you gasped as his fingers dipped between your legs, slipped into you and he turned you around so quickly your head spun. Your eyes flickered around the darkness, gasped as he thrust into you, breath hard and heavy against the back of your neck as he sank completely into you. You reached back, catching long dark locks of hair and tugging harshly, you could make him hurt, and it made you smirk as he hissed into your ear, teeth sinking into the shell of your ear.

“Fuck, fuck, you feel so good Y/N,” he growled, tongue lapping at your lobe as he drove back into you, “so tight..so good for me doll. Fuck, missed your wet pussy so much.”

“Bucky!” you gasped out as his fingers dug into your hips, “we can’t-”

He pulled out and drove back into you, grunting softly in your ear as he pulled you into each thrust, one hand slipping around your neck, just tight enough, tight like the coil in your belly, tight like your cunt wrapped around his cock as he fucked into you from behind.

You held onto the balcony, praying to god no one saw. Of course it was private enough out here, dark enough, Tony had made it like that for reasons, he had been a fuck boy and he was adamant people needed privacy at times often making the decoration part of their hide always so that people could have a little raunchy fun. And you thanked god as guilt ripped through you, your hips moving of their own accord, back into Bucky’s thrusts, both of you swallowing any whimpers or moans, biting down on your bottom lip as he deepened his thrusts, driving hard and fast, desperate. 

“Bucky.. W-we need to s-stop!” you shook your head as you felt it, your orgasm building, tightening around his cock as it washed over you, walls clenching down on him, NO! God this wasn’t what you wanted, this wasn’t what you wanted and still your knees shook and you tilted your head so that his lips could slide along your neck. Bucky leaned forwards, chest to your back, groaning low in his throat as he fucked up into you a few more sloppy times before you felt him come deep inside of you. 

You swallowed as he slipped out of you, turning you and crashing his lips over yours as he adjusted your dress, smirking as he tucked your panties into his pocket. “I knew you loved me,” he hummed, dropping his forehead to yours.

“I love Steve.”

Bucky frowned, “I love Dolores.”

“Bucky… this can’t happen again.”

He nodded, pressing into you, mouth seeking yours. “Course not doll.”

You flinched as hands wrapped around your upper arms. 

"Hey-"

"Ngh!" You flung your arms around Steve, burying your face in his chest.

"Hey, shhh, hey…" Steve wasn't sure what it was, but it had to be Bucky. "What?"

"Can we… I wanna go."

Steve nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking you past the crowd. 

**

"Dot."

She smiled, shaking her head. "It's been a night, Bucko," she sighed straightening his jacket. "Thank you. For just tonight. Tomorrow, we can deal with everything else tomorrow."

"Come away with me." She stared up at him and Bucky remembered how he had loved that look on her face. "We can go away, Tony has a place-"

"Tony has a place anywhere."

Bucky gripped her hands in his, "but, I want you there with me."

Dot stared at his chest. "Me?"

"If it's not too late."

He hadn't realized until she smiled up at him, he hadn't realized how he held his breath, how time had stopped and it came crashing in on him.

Dot squeaked as he lifted her, twirling her around. He was gonna be good, he'd be the man she deserved. He just needed a little help, a little help from you every here and there. You made him better for Dot. 

**

"Did Buck-"

"He said he wants me to be happy."

Steve sat on the edge of the couch, reaching up and running his thumb over your cheek. "Thought he might've done something."

You looked at him, "he kissed me." Steve sucked in a breath and you stepped closer, "I bit him."

"You BIT him?!" Steve barked out a laugh, tugging you close. "You bit him."

"You're not mad?"

Steve leaned forwards, pressing his lips over yours, "let me erase the memory of his lips by replacing them with mine."

Your heart thundered in your ears. His hand slipping along your neck to bury itself in your hair at the base of your neck, the kiss heating and igniting every last nerve in your body. 

By the time he pulled away you could hardly breathe and you swayed into him. 

Steve chuckled as you hummed, "what was that?"

"Mmn, you should… maybe do that again?"

Steve chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, pulled back when you let out a whimper. “Baby?”

“It’s just… been a long night… I didn’t… expect that to happen.”

Steve chewed on his bottom lip, studied your face as you looked anywhere but at him. “How bout, you get showered and we get to bed? I need to send a few emails and I’ll join ya in a few?”

“GOD YES,” you sighed, pulling away. “Steve?” he turned around, tie half undone. “I-I… I really love you.”

He grinned, “love you more.”

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Motion Sickness 180: Temptations (in the city)

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We got pizza in the shopping center we were in and sat down for our lunch. Ruby got straight cheese and Weiss got peperoni and I got a garbage pizza. Weiss sat down and took a fork and knife to her slice on her plate. 

“Sometimes, Weiss, you make me want to flip tables and over the smallest things,” I said. 

“What do you mean?”

“Who eats pizza with a fork and knife. It’s pissing me off. Just pick it up and eat it.”

“It’s greasy. This dress is nice.”

“It’s. Pizza. Pick it up. And eat it,” I demanded. 

“What will you do if I don’t?” She challenged.

“I’m going to make you.”

“You think you can make me?”

“Yeah. Do it. Force my hand.”

“Make. Me,” Weiss took an elegant bite of pizza with her fork and gave me a cheeky grin. 

“Wow. The sexual tension you two have over the slightest things is absolutely crazy,” Ruby pointed out. “How often does this happen?”

“Occasionally,” I confessed.

“You should have been here when he took me out drinking,” Weiss agreed. “I got him really riled up.”

“This sounds like a story…” Ruby trailed. 

“We went out drinking together and she teased me like the whole night. She says ‘make me’ like that and she knows that I will make her beg. I’ve done it before. I’ll do it again. She likes it when I make her.”

“Only because I make you want me that bad. It goes to show that even when you’re the one in control, you’re not the one in control,” she gave a little shrug and a small smirk. 

I gestured at her with the business end of my pizza slice. “Smirk all you want with that little mouth. I’m going to grab you by the hair and make you use it.”

“Don’t be vulgar. You crossed the line,” Weiss tisked. 

“That wasn’t a ‘no.’”

“It certainly wasn’t a ‘yes.’” 

“I bet I could make you beg to suck my-”

“Alright! Okay. Maybe you can,” Weiss cut me off. “This reminds me, we have to take Ruby out drinking.”

“Yeah. Fuck me sideways I bet she turns into a chatterbox.”

“What? Are you trying to say I’m chatty?” Ruby pouted. 

“Quite the noise maker,” Weiss pointed with her fork. 

“Only when you’re relaxed. And I bet if I got you nice and relaxed you would talk my ears off.”

“And you want that?” Ruby asked.

“Yes,” Weiss agreed immediately with a sip of water. Even the way she sipped her water pissed me off. Pinkies up? Seriously? We’re in a mall.

“Yeah. I could listen to you talk about weapons or some other bullshit all day,” I agreed. “I bet you either start chatting about your special interests or you get all sleepy and adorable. I know Weiss turns into an utter tease.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Weiss asked.

“Not if you’re willing to take what you deserve,” I informed her. 

“Oh and I suppose you’ll give me what I deserve?”

“I will seriously make you beg. Can your pride take that, darling?”

“We’ll have to see.”

“Do it. Make me make you.”

“What if I told you that it isn’t a punishment.”

“I’ll have to do it harder.”

“Be gentle…” Ruby pleaded.

“With you, sweetheart, maybe. I make no promises because you’re such a snack I might have to devour you. You taunt and tease me.”

“How do I tease and taunt you?” Ruby wondered.

“You have the audacity to sit there and look like that and breath. It sexually frustrates me. You’re not a little girl anymore. You could at least act like you know that but instead you walk around looking absolutely delicious without a thought in your head about how hungry you’re making me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Ruby,” Weiss sighed. “You do it to me too. You make me want to make you wet.”

“Really?” Ruby repeated.

“She has no idea. And then she’s all like ‘be gentle.’ In that pouty adorable voice. How am I supposed to be gentle with that? She makes me want to be rough with her when she begs me to be gentle.”

“Like this?” Weiss asked. She took a second to prepare herself and reset for her attempt. She opened her eyes and batted them up at me. “Won’t you please be gentle with me? I don’t know that I could take it if you were rough…”

I took a long drink of water and stared her down. They were both waiting for me. I had to say something. 

“Yeah. A little like that. Except she is all genuine. You know what I mean? I know that you want me to actually be rough with you.”

“The fact I want you to be gentle with me makes you want to play rough?” Ruby asked. 

“Little bit. It’s a little bit sexy.”

“You shouldn’t have told me this…” Weiss muttered. “I already had everything I needed to drive you crazy. I didn’t know the ‘innocent princess’ bit would have so much appeal.”

“You utter fool. I want you to tease me. I like it when you tease me,” I pointed out. “Do it again and I will wrap your pretty little mouth around me.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I could handle that…”

“You’re a grown woman. You’ll be fine.”

“And you’ll be able to treat me like a woman?”

“I’ll treat you like an absolute princess. On her wedding night.”

“Hm,” Weiss gave that dainty shrug but her cheeks were a touch rosey. 

“You two need to bang.”

“And we’re gonna,” I promised. “It’s on my to do list. Right after we spit roast you.” 

“Why me?” Ruby whined. 

“Because you’ll love it. All that attention on you. You would lose your mind and I want to watch,” Weiss took another little bite of pizza with her fork. “Jaune told me about some time in Mistral where he made you look at him while you finished and I have never wanted anything more.”

“Her eyes got half closed and deep like she was flirting with passing out,” I said. “Her mouth dropped in a little ‘o’ like she was just a little surprised at her own body.”

“Mmm,” Weiss sighed and put her fork down and looked away. “Yeah. I’ll have some of that please and thank you.”

“You guys…”

“Poor thing,” Weiss pitied. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll take such good care of you, Rubes.”

“Will we?” Weiss asked.

“We’ll take her apart together, darling. I’ll let you be dominant for a bit.”

“I don’t need your permission,” Weiss returned. 

“Yeah you do,” I promised. “Or else it will be you I take apart. And why not? Ruby will do whatever I say. Maybe it should be you in the middle. That sounds like fun, I could set that up.”

“No, I want to do Ruby.”

“Beg,” I ordered. I glanced across the table to where Ruby sat next to Weiss. Ruby looked at Weiss with a look of something like amazement and shock at what I said. 

“You really like it when I beg, don’t you?” Weiss sighed. 

“You really like it when I make you, don’t you?” I returned. “It turns you on. Go on. Beg for me to share Ruby with you.”

“Does this feed your ego?” Weiss wondered. “Maybe Ruby and I should put you in the middle. Right Ruby?”

Ruby said nothing. I laughed. Yeah, it really fed my ego. Ruby said fucking nothing and Weiss glanced over at her and realized she was on her own. My ego just ate a feast when the realization hit her and she just swallowed. She wouldn’t get any support from Ruby. She looked back over at me and where I was just smiling.

“Go on,” I whispered.

She licked her lips. 

“Please,” she murmured quietly. She looked me in the eye and I knew that she knew what she was doing to me. “Please let me watch you take Ruby. Let me take Ruby with you.” She begged. Suddenly the front of my pants was awfully tight. 

“Yeah. This is going to be a lot of fun,” I said. I took a drink of water. 

“Was that a yes?” Weiss pleaded.

“Maybe you can earn a ‘yes,’” I agreed halfheartedly.

Weiss flicked her hair back and swished her chin to the side with her eyes closed. Then she ran a hand up my thigh under the table. The flat of her tiny palms stopped about midway up my knee. She looked back over at me with doe eyes. 

“Maybe you have some ideas?” She asked imploringly. 

“Wow…” Ruby trailed. Her cheeks were a real dark red. 

“Does our little banter turn you on? Sweetheart?” I asked. 

“Um…”

“Maybe she feels neglected,” Weiss asked. I felt Weiss’s hand slide off my leg. From her posture she ran her fingers up the inside of Ruby’s right thigh before coming to a rest. She slowly rubbed a circle into Ruby’s leg and Ruby turned as crimson as the tips of her hair. 

“Ah…” she actually panted. “Weiss please…we’re in public...”

“I haven’t done anything yet,” Weiss leaned over and bit Ruby’s ear gently by the lobe. 

Ruby let out a squeak and turned even darker. I leaned back and watched in fascination. “Poor Rubes. She just wants a little attention. Not too much. I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“I don’t…”

“You don’t remember?”

She nodded a little. Weiss kissed her cheek. 

“I only asked you it a moment ago. Are you a little distracted maybe?”

“Um…”

“Come on Ruby, answer the question. Focus up,” Weiss pressed. “You need to pay attention.”

“Wh-what wa-was the question?”

“Does our banter turn you on? Does it get you wet?”

“Oh…” Ruby gasped at something Weiss did under the table. “Weiss-ss…” 

“Don’t worry, Jaune. I’ll fact check.”

“Well, does it Ruby?”

“I like it. It’s fun listening to you two…” she muttered. “I liked when you made her beg. That turned me on.”

“I think she likes all the attention. Do you like it, Ruby?”

“I-I-I…no…”

“She’s lying,” Weiss informed me. “She likes it.” Weiss did something and Ruby jumped in her tight yoga pants.

“Y-y-you guys… it isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” I disagreed. 

“But it’s even more sexy,” Weiss whispered right in her ear. 

“Do you like teasing us? Rubes?”

“I-I-I’m not teasing you guys. You guys are the ones teasing me...”

“I recently learned some things about the female form,” I began. “I learned that it’s possible to make it hurt so good. I learned that for girls a good orgasm really can make you wax and wane out of consciousness. Now, I’m not an expert but it seems to me that when a girl finishes her next orgasm is even closer and more intense. How many times in a row would you have to finish before we started flirting with that line?”

“I-I-I-I....” Ruby stuttered off. “Weiss please…”

“You know? I’m curious too? Two or three gets pretty intense. Five or six would start to hurt. But it would hurt in a way that you kinda sorta want to keep going, if that makes sense. I’m not sure what would happen if you hit double digits.”

Ruby let out a low moan and shivered. 

“What do you say? Rubes? Want to shoot for ten?”

“Ten?” Ruby asked, sounding shocked. Her mouth transitioned into a little ‘o’ from whatever Weiss was doing to her.

“Like that? Was that how she did it?” Weiss asked.

“Yeah. It was a little like that. Except I was worried she was about to pass out. Look at her taunting us. She wants us to take her. Why else would she bait us like this?”

“She wants it. If she didn’t want it then she wouldn’t be flushing like that.”

“You’re… Weiss is the one teasing me. Weiss please you don’t have to take his side…”

“But I want to…”

“Weiss please…”

“Do you think we could make her beg for ten orgasms?” I asked. “Or would it just start to hurt at that point?”

“I don’t know. It definitely starts to draw the line between pain and pleasure. I bet we could. I bet we could make her beg for it. We could make her want double digits.”

“Well, sweetheart? Won’t you beg us for it?”

“Please… no… I don’t want it.”

“She is lying. She’s very much lying.” Weiss informed me. 

“Is that true? Would you lie to me Ruby?” I wondered. “Really? You think she’s lying, Weiss?”

“She is definitely lying. She wants it. I guarantee it.” 

“How can you tell?” I wondered.

“Oh, Jaune, a girl just knows.”

“Huh. Ruby, sweetheart, why would you lie like that? It’s only going to make things harder for you. Do you want us to make it harder for you? Is that why you did that?”

“I… don’t know. I… I don’t know if I can do ten. Ten is a lot. You guys. Would you do ten? Weiss?”

“I don’t know. I want to see what it does to you first.”

“I’m not your guinea pig!”

“But you want it. Let’s start with one. Just one. And then we’ll go from there. We have that whole big bed to break in. I think you want it. Won’t you ask me for it, Ruby? Ask me to put your little body through the gauntlet. Go on.”

“Weiss don’t help him… We could work together… Don’t take his side… Not against me… please…”

“But I want to help him. Do you really think we could overpower him together? Not a chance and it’s either you or me. He’ll do it to me if I don’t help him do it to you. You’ll do whatever he tells you in the bedroom. You two would take me apart. You would side with him against me. Why shouldn’t I take my chance against you? That’s only fair and I want to watch. I want to see what we can really do to you. I’m curious. I want to know.”

“But Weiss please…”

“Kinda scary. Isn’t it? Ten? Kinda exciting, though. I’m really not sure what’s going to happen once we start putting you through the paces. But I bet we can make you want it. I bet we can make you beg for it. That’s all we want. We want you to beg for it. Won’t you beg us for it, Ruby?”

“Please Weiss. We can beat him. He’ll do whatever we tell him too.”

“We can’t make him Ruby. I riled him up. He’s going to eat one of us. He’s hungry. He’s curious. He wants to know. And I do too. And I kinda don’t want it to be me. That means it’s going to be you. And you know what? You’re going to love it. You love all the attention on you. We’re going to pick you to pieces and you’re going to love it and you’re going to beg for it and you’re going to thank us for it. Don’t you want to thank me, Ruby? For this opportunity?”

Ruby shuddered and looked down at her plate. “Thank you, Weiss. And…”

“And?” Weiss pressed. Ruby gasped and trembled. 

“Please make me finish ten times. I want to know. I want you both to devour me. Please give it to me ten times in a row. Please give it to me until I choke, and pass out, and beg you to stop. Please keep going anyways. Won’t you? Please?”

“That’s a good girl,” I said. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”

Ruby shivered a little. She reached over with both hands and cupped Weiss’s face and kissed her hard. She let out a little moan as she did and she whined. She hunted for Weiss’s lower  lip but Weiss took her time and found Ruby’s own and cupped it between hers. Then she entered her pink slender tongue into Ruby’s mouth and Ruby sighed and closed her lips around Weiss’s tongue and sucked on it gently the way she did mine. Weiss pushed down harder and Ruby groaned. 

I smirked slightly and stretched both hands over my head. 

Tonight was going to be a lot of fun. 

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CaptainCelb09 So, I've met All Might before. I just didn't know it was him.

It wasn't a big deal or anything - I tripped walking home one day and this really tall skinny guy stopped to make sure I was okay. I was embarrassed someone saw me and brushed him off, practically ran away. Now I'm sitting here with my face on fire cause I tripped in front of ALL MIGHT and he tried to help me up and akslhsdfouashefgoawu I cannot fucking believe this I should have taken his hand

070809 Pudding Cups

Time - 6:53 PM

Scene - Shofu Park

Your Narrator - crying on a bench

My girlfriend had just broken up with me. Through text. Like, ouch, right? Anyway.

I'm just kinda staring at my phone, blurry eyed, kicking at maple leaves, wishing I could text her back cause she just blocked my number when this tall blond guy shuffles up and takes a seat at the other end of the bench. Doesn't say anything, just sits, placing his grocery bag beside him. It's a public park, whatever right?

I'm wiping my eyes, putting my phone back in my pocket and suddenly there's this white thing in front of me - blond guy is offering me a napkin, Still doesn't say anything, just smiles a little. I take it and wipe my eyes, blow my nose, try to get it together cause apparently I look bad enough that this complete stranger is worried about me. I'm stuffing the napkin in a pocket when he holds something else out - a chocolate pudding cup, one of those with the little spoons in the lid.

I'm kinda like wha? but take it anyway and he takes another one out of his bag, he's got a six pack of them in there, and he tears off the lid and starts snacking and I do the same cause fuck it, right? I eat the whole thing and he gives me another one, like we're old friends or something and I'm halfway through it when he finally speaks.

"Bad day?"

And I can't help but laugh. It's so dumb. I'm single and heartbroken and eating pudding cups with this stranger on a public park bench as it gets dark and I don't know what to feel anymore. I tell him what happened and we eat the whole six pack together, shootin' the shit until the street lights come on. He calls me "young man" and claps me on the shoulder and it's so dumb but it cheered me up. He puts all the trash back into the bag and tosses it in the bin and tells me he needs to get going and hell, I do too.

I didn't even get his name. I thought about that encounter a lot though. I have a new girlfriend and she's great. We were together when All Might's last battle happened, watching everything go down on the TV at a bar and we're all losing our shit and I lose it even harder when the smoke clears cause that's the guy I ate pudding cups with what the hell

The last three years, any time I'm having a bad day, I go to the store and get some chocolate pudding cups. Whenever the world was just a shitty place, I'd think about that blond guy, shuffling through the park and making things better as he went along.

And I guess it figures that man would turn out to be All Might, cause that's what All Might has always done - moved forward and made things better.

spite-and-aesthetic my dumbass cat

small might plucked my stupid cat out of a tree wtf kinda cliche is this guy

AM_FAN0112 i cannot BELIEVE

TWO YEARS. TWO FUCKING YEARS ALL MIGHT HAS BEEN COMING INTO MY SHOP ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL TOSHINORI

I'M DEADASS SERIOUS HE COMES IN EVERY FEW WEEKS AND BUYS A BOOK AND SOMETIMES WE CHAT ABOUT MANGA AND HE ALWAYS ASKS HOW SCHOOL IS GOING AND HELPS WITH MY ENGLISH HES SO NICE AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM TOSHINORI IS THAT HIS REAL NAME?? A CODENAME?

I GOT HIM HOOKED ON SUGAR SUGAR CAT CAFE ITS THE DUMBEST SYRUPY SHOUJO ROMANCE AND WEVE BEEN READING IT TOGETHER FOR OVER A YEAR WHAT IS MY LIFE

Sexi-tery Long post is long

Lemme set the scene; it's raining buckets, and I'm on my way to a job interview in the ritzier part of town. I've got my best clothes on - nice, crisp suit jacket, smart-looking skirt, a decent-but-could-be-shinier pair of heels. I've just left lunch with a friend and I've got an hour before the most important interview of my life.

That's when a bus rolls by and drenches me in the greasy puddle-water of downtown Tokyo.

Y'all, I was trying not to hyperventilate. I don't have time to go home and change. Even if I did, these were my best clothes. I'm screwed, no one is going to hire me looking like a sopping mess, *I* wouldn't hire me looking like this whatdoIdo

Someone picks up my umbrella. I didn't even realize I'd dropped it. I'm still freaking out. Someone is pulling me, I'm not even on this planet right now, someone is talking to me, I have an interview, where are my anxiety meds?

There's this blond guy hunched over, trying to bring me back down, telling me to breathe, calm down, you'll be okay. He's breathing with me and it's working and I think I might be crying but my face is so wet I can't tell.

He gets the story out of me once I'm back on planet Earth, and gets this determined look on his face. Drags me across the street into a clothing store. A really, really nice clothing store. Outta-my-budget, outta-my-lifetime sort of clothing store. Pushes me to the racks, tells me to pick out whatever I want.

I don't even question it - I may be back on Earth, but I'm still in the upper atmosphere somewhere. I grab a few things to take to the dressing room and fit myself into an extremely nice pantsuit. An attendant comes in to help, gets the tags off so I can wear the clothes out, bags my soaking wet puddle of fabric and blond guy pays for it all without even blinking.

He leads me back out, hails a cab, and I'm like, what now? And we pull up to a salon and he gets my hair dried and done, I KNOW he must have tipped the hairdresser a crazy amount to get me in and out that quickly, and the cab is idling outside the whole time, waiting to take me to my interview when we're done. All the while, blond guy is smiling, cracking jokes, and just being all-around charming. I'm wondering what I'm going to owe for this, what he wants, maybe he's some sort of creeper? But he seems so nice?

And when we're done, he prods me over to the cab, but doesn't get in. Doesn't ask for anything, just wishes me good luck. Like, who even is this guy? Who does all that for a total stranger?

All Might, that's who. Holy crap you guys, All Might got me to my interview on time and it's the best job I've ever had. I'd still be pushing pencils in a miserable office if he hadn't been there that day.

 Kirasagwa74

A train ride

I remember a time before All Might. I remember when the Yakuza worked out in the open and villains took what they wanted without fear.

I'm old, is what I'm saying. These bones ache and creak every time the weather even thinks about changing. I don't complain too much; I'm used to it. I'm used to being out of the loop and lost in the shuffle. It's alright - I have my routines and I stick to 'em.

One of them is riding the train to a favorite cafe. They have an excellent coffee blend. I've seen All Might on that train many times, though I never knew it was him until a little while ago. He's a good man with kind eyes. If it was crowded, he would let me have his seat. Chat about the good ol' days, heroes from another generation. I haven't seen him on the train in a while. I miss him.

SingleSuperMom31 Carried Home

This was pretty recent - just a few months ago. Long post up ahead.

Context: I'm a single mom. My ex didn't want kids, so I've raised Aya by myself. It's been a little difficult lately thanks to a broken arm, but I've managed.

Anyway, I took Aya to a local park a few months ago. It's a few minutes walk from the apartment, and I wanted to grab some things from the store anyway, so I took her out to let her burn off some energy. Her Quirk is Photosynthesis, so she has a lot of it!

When we get there, the first thing Aya wants to do is get on the swings. She's almost three and my arm is broken - I don't want to put her in a regular swing in case she falls, so I'm trying to maneuver her into one of the strapped swings with one arm. Aya isn't heavy, but I'm still struggling to manage when a thin man with blond hair walks up.

"Ma'am? Would you like some help?"

He's tall, super super tall, and gaunt, but he has a kind smile. Aya likes him right away and helps her into the swing and pushes her a little while she screams to go higher.

He was so, so nice to my little girl. He let her call him Toshi and played with her for over an hour, lifting her on the monkey bars and holding her hands on the balance beam since I couldn't manage it at the moment. He sits with me when some other children come to play, and we talk a while, about Aya, about how my arm got broken (it's quite a story), about being a single parent.

It's hard, you know? I love my kid, I'd die for her, but it's still hard, and it's even harder with this arm. He was just so nice - he had this presence, like you could tell him anything and I did. I told him about my ex, that he left, that he didn't want to be a part of Aya's life. You could tell he was really listening, not just being polite. I've gotten a little teared up, and he just smiles and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket. He's quiet for a little bit, watching the kids play. Then he turns back to me, and I know I'll remember this for the rest of my life, word for word -

"I don't have any family of my own, so perhaps it doesn't mean much coming from me," he looks a little awkward. "But for what's it's worth, I think you're doing a fine job. One day, Aya will be old enough to appreciate what a strong, lovely mother she has."

Aya sees me crying and comes rushing over, hugging my knees and I'm a mess and maybe a little bit in love. He's just so kind and Aya has crawled into my lap and hugs my neck. It's sunset, so her Quirk is finally slowing down and she falls asleep while I'm still reeling over the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

I'm apologizing, it's late, I still haven't gone to the store, Aya is asleep on my lap and I'm trying to figure out how I'm gonna get her home with this broken arm and he offers to walk us home. He lifts Aya up and puts her head on his shoulder and I know she's drooling a bit, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He radiates this goodness and warmth and safety; I don't even hesitate to invite him in for a cup of tea. He comes in long enough to put Aya on the couch, but doesn't stay. He wished us both well, and that was it. I took Aya to the park every day that week, hoping to see him again, but I didn't.

Until two weeks ago - I was making dinner and Aya was watching cartoons. I thought it was cartoons anway, when she yells -

"Mommy! That's the man who carried me home!"

And that's definitely him, there's no mistaking it. I shouldn't be letting a three year old watch this, but I can't look away either. All Might played with my Aya. All Might told me I was a good mother. All Might carried my daughter home. All Might is fighting for his life on my television right now.

I didn't know what love was until I held Aya in my arms. I didn't know what heroism was either, not until that night. Not until I connected two people together and realized they were the same person. I didn't know what a hero was until I realized that "hero" wasn't a title All Might put on and took off, it's something he IS, 24/7, on and off the clock. I'd live the rest of my life with a broken arm if I could have half of the strength and kindness that exists in this man, if I could be even a fraction of the person he is.

I think about him every day. I got an All Might keychain, so I'd always have something close by to remind me that heroism isn't always about punching villains and holding up buildings; sometimes, heroism is about talking to a stranger. Sometimes, heroism is about pushing a swing.

Sometimes, heroism is about carrying a little girl home.

#yagi toshinori #all might #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfic #boku no hero fanfic #look #I just want Toshi to interact with his fans okay #I want him to know how loved he is #in any form

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19 24 & 27 for the 100 is done-dred ask meme 😁

19. Which character had the best outfits/looks in season 7?

Does Memori being occasionally naked count? 😆 tbh I didn't care for a lot of the makeovers in S7 - they were going for practicality with a lot of it but it wasn't as visually appealing as the rugged and impractical looks of previous seasons. (I get that Octavia's hair flipping around in a wild greasy mane isn't what the cult peeps were looking for out of her, and that Emori looking like a hungry raccoon in a human body doesn’t work so well for her role as a goddess - but it's sure what I was looking for!) However, I really liked Hope's look; I thought what they did with her hair and eyebrows was really cute, even tho she didn't really get much in the way of cool outfits until the tail end. Her final battle look was enough practicality that she looks like her mother's daughter, but also enough fur and chains that we can see she's Blodreina's heir.

Honorary mentions go to Emori (she's gorgeous in all of her outfits - she didn't win top spot because I like her best looking kinda scrappy and engineer-y like Seasons 5 and 6) and to the brief return of Anomaly!Josephine in that red dress. (I was looking r e s p e c t f u l l y )

24. What are your top 3 episodes of the series?

It’s ironic that only one of these came out of seasons I considered “good” according to my ranking below... It’s all about the angst and character moments.

1. 5x02 - Red Queen.

2. 7x05 - Welcome to Bardo. 

3. 3x16 - Perverse Instantiation II. 

27. Rank the seasons from 1-7

Fave; this thing really hit it's stride and delivered satisfying character development: Season 5

After watching a show for four years about teenagers, getting to see them grown up a bit was really awesome. Some people changed a lot, some people didn't change much, some people started a cult, y'know (John Mullaney voice) life? Memori were dysfunctional but still loved each other deeply, Echo found a family and somewhere to belong, Diyoza is of course fucking awesome, and my girl Octavia got to be the bloodthirsty warrior queen she was always meant to be. It was dark and some parts were damn stupid (this show amirite?) But overall a joy to watch. I felt that it would have been a perfect ending to the show (and I don’t usually advocate for shows ending!)

In the darkness hope shines brightest: Season 4

So this season was super dark and all, but the bright moments (like Murphy's impassioned demands for Emori's safety, the moment when everyone turns up to rescue Raven and go to space, the conclave and Octavia's victory) were just so beautiful.

(Yeah yeah everything i listed is problematic I know so's the whole show).

A good beginning: Season 1

So, I think this was the first show that I watched when there was only one season, just based on what someone said about it (usually I’d pick up multiple seasons of a show on DVD from my local library) so this season actually had to convince me to keeps watching. I loved the premise, all the little flashacks and character interludes... it had a good start. It was fun to watch.

Meh: Season 3

This was where the whole “future survivalist” premise went sideways and the  practically magic elements started to drag things into a much less believable level of sci-fi. There were some good moments, sure (like Octavia comforting Jasper and Raven ripping herself out of ALIEs control and all of Memori, all of it) but also some damn shitty ones (RIP Lincoln - also Bellamy why the fuck would you massacre 300 people in their sleep. Why. Why did you think that was a good idea. What?)

Actually stopped watching for a while: Season 2

After the episode where Lexa and Clarke let the mountain bomb the summit, I actually stopped watching for a while. It felt like they were going too far, too dark, and I did NOT like Lexa’s decision-making (particularly since the obvious solution would have been to search the woods, find the really obvious spy dude, and then say “we’re evacuating, the mountain men are clearly here.” Dude was right there, stuck out like a sore thumb.) I went back eventually (well, obviously) but I felt like any brightness in the show had been stamped out, and I had to accept that I was watching something firmly grimdark (which *gestures at how it all went downhill from there in terms of darkness* was probably a good thing, in hindsight.) 

And then the absolute trash fire that is Book II:

Ugh is it over yet: Season 6

Good LORD this show jumped the shark. But Josephine prime was kinda fun in a psycho kinda way, and Horny Memori rights is always good - plus the bromance between Octavia and Diyoza.

Flaming garbage: Season 7

what. What even was that. But hey more Horny Memori rights, and Murphy was all “save the children!” which was very sexy of him.

#the 100 #tag game

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Brian Pillman/Dean Ambrose x Fem Reader- “Comfortably Numb”

Something I’m posting for Dean’s birthday today...

You can either read about Dean or Brian Pillman in this fic, though I bet you all will choose Dean...

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Forget that Internet meme of some dorky ginger kid who looks like he might have Down's syndrome, Brian Pillman Sr. is the REAL epitome of Bad Luck Brian.

Hell, he was probably the original Bad Luck Brian!

When Brian Pillman was a baby, his father had died, and if that's not bad enough, before Pillman was even 3 years old, he had throat cancer and had to undergo 36 throat operations before he even started his first day of school.

That's why his voice sounded so hoarse and raspy.

If it's Dean Ambrose you want (which is what I bet 100% is what you'll choose)...

Dean Ambrose has so many similarities between 1990's wrestler Brian Pillman.

Not only do they look alike, they both play ticking timebomb nutcases in the WWF (which is now known as the WWE) and they were born in Cincinnati, Ohio, but Dean had a troubled childhood, so did Brian.

Granted, Dean's childhood was nowhere near as awful as Brian's, especially Brian's early childhood, but...

After all that Brian/Dean have been through, you want to comfort him.

One night circa 1997, a month before Brian passed away, you were sharing a bed with him in a motel room, you were snuggled and cuddled up right next to him, your body slightly pressing on his.

You were curled up right next to him, as if the two of you had just had sex, the two of you were also both sharing a blanket that went up to your stomachs.

Your hand was caressing up and down Brian's bare chest, Brian's arm was wrapped around your back, holding onto you and pulling you in.

Your head was resting on one of Brian's shoulders like it was a pillow.

"I feel so sorry for you" you confessed "Your father died when you were still a baby, you had throat cancer and had to have 36 throat operations before you were even 3 years old!"

When Dean was at the height of his WWE popularity, before he grew some facial hair, you were sharing a bed with him in a Holiday Inn bedroom, you were snuggled up next to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

His arm was wrapped around and behind your back, the two of you were sharing a thin white blanket and a thick white comforter that went up to your stomachs.

Your hand was caressing up and down Dean's bare chest.

The light was luckily turned on, so you could view Brian/Dean's body and he could see what's going on.

Brian/Dean didn't have a match tonight or today, which is a good thing, hopefully you won't hurt their body tonight.

"I feel sorry for you" you confessed, your voice sounding soothing and gentle.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because of how rough your childhood was" you admitted. "Though, it probably could've been worse"

"Exactly" he stated.

"I still want to comfort you" you admitted. "Because of your troubled childhood"

"Do you remember when you had those throat operations?" you asked Brian.

"No, I don't" he confessed "Thank God"

"I want to comfort you" you confessed to Brian "That's why I'm rubbing up and down your chest"

He smiled at you.

"Really?" he asked. "Thanks"

"You're welcome" you replied, smiling back at him.

Brian has such a beautiful body underneath his clothes, he should be shirtless more often.

"You've gotten so much bigger since you've joined the WWF" you gushed, your voice sounding sexy and breathy "And I don't just mean 'big' as in popularity"

He chuckled and laughed at that, and having you caress his bare chest, well, he's getting bigger in other parts as well, try to guess what it is...

Your other hand was behind the back of his head, your fingers roaming through his thick curly hair, only to move your hand from away from the back of his head and to one of his shoulders, whereas your hand on his chest slid from his chest to one of his shoulders.

"You've got such big, broad shoulders" you gushed, sliding your hands up and down and across his shoulders.

You've seen the way he's looked in his "Brian Pillman's XXX Files" when he's sharing a bed with Terri Runnels, you're shocked at how big his muscles and his shoulders have gotten.

"And such huge, juicy muscles" you added, sliding your hands up and down both of his arms. "They're perfect to squeeze and wrap me up and hold me"

When your hands are caressing his skin and body parts, he feels these tingles in his skin when you touch him that feels so good for him, especially since he's been through so much.

"You're the hottest man in the WWE right now" you confessed "Forget Roman Reigns, forget John Cena, you're the hottest person in the WWE"

Dean was blushing hearing you say that, smiling at you.

"Really?" he asked "Well, thanks!"

"You're welcome" you replied, smiling back at him. "You've got such a cute widdle baby face"

You're sure Dean's fangirls will agree with that.

Your other hand not on his chest moved to his face, where you pinched his cheek and wiggled it back and forth.

He chuckled and smiled when you pinched his cheek.

'Tis a shame that in the pro wrestling world, a "babyface" is known as a good guy, because some pro wrestlers have adorable literal baby faces, Dean included.

You removed your fingers off of his face, where the pads of your fingers that pinched his cheek left a little red mark on his cheek that will fade away eventually.

"You've got such big, juicy pecs" you exaggerated, caressing one of your hands up and down Brian's/Dean's pecs. "Y'know how wrestlers bounce and jiggle their pecs?"

"Like Lex Luger?" Brian/Dean asked.

You nodded your head.

"Can you bounce your pecs?" you asked.

"I can try" he suggested, shrugging his shoulders and chuckling.

With that being said, he did try to bounce and jiggle his pecs a la Lex Luger, basically making his pecs try to twerk.

Y'know how when some women are twerking, they raise one ass cheek up while the other is sitting down, only to bring one ass cheek down and raise the other butt cheek?

Yeah, that's what Brian/Dean's trying to do.

One of his pecs did raise up a bit while the other just laid there, only to make that other pec raise up while the previous pec went down.

Your eyes were busy looking at his pecs trying to twerk.

Surprisingly, he could actually do it.

Your eyes were growing wild seeing this, you could give him a dollar, and your mouth was spreading a wide, ear-to-ear smile seeing them bounce.

You could nearly roar out "yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaahhh!!" like you're in a strip club when a stripper takes his clothes off or like those horny wrestling fans leering at Sable, Sunny, and eventual WWF/E divas that are sex symbols when they enter the ring.

He was smiling too while he was trying to make his pecs bounce, he was looking down at his chest trying to bounce.

Brian/Dean needs to eventually twerk his pecs on "Monday Night Raw" while he's shirtless, that would be awesome fan service!

Though, there's some other male pro wrestlers that should've twerked and bounced their pecs on "Monday Night Raw" or any other wrestling show.

The fangirls will squeal and shriek their heads off when Dean bounces his pecs, their ovaries will explode.

He could see your face lighting up as he tried twerking his pectoral muscles.

"You need to bounce your pecs on 'Monday Night Raw' one day!" you suggested, one of your hands shielding and hiding your smile plastered on your face.

Though, pretty soon, there won't be a one day. Guess why?

Brian/Dean has other beautiful body parts you haven't really gushed over...

That hand covering your smile moved down to his abdomen, where you ran your hand up and down his abs, feeling the little ripples of his stomach.

"I've seen the way your abs look in your 'XXX Files' when you're in bed smoking a cigar/(if it's Dean you want) when you ripped your shirt off a la Hulk Hogan" you noticed as your hand caressed his abs. "You've got such hot, sexy abs"

You even once let Brian/Dean furiously rub your clit while your lap not wearing any pants, shorts, panties or even a skirt or dress straddled his bare abs, until you came on his stomach.

Your index finger ran up and down one of his abdomen muscles, whereas the rest of your fingers scrunched up in the palm of your hand.

His eyes were staring down at you running your finger up his and down his abs, smiling his signature shit eating grin and enjoying what he sees.

"And you've got such thick, curly hair" you purred, one of your hands moving behind his head and playing with a few strands of his curls. "Though, I miss the way you look last year, especially in October, when you had that long blond hair with your dark roots showing on top of your head"

Though, it wouldn't really be all that pleasant to run your fingers through his greasy locks he had in 1996, you've even ran your fingers through his hair then.

If it's Dean Ambrose you want...

"I kinda miss when you had longer hair, though" you confessed, sticking your bottom lip out and pouting. "Like when you were in, what was it called? HWA?"

He nodded his head.

"You're still smoking hot though" you admitted. "I think you're sexier now than when you were in HWA, even"

"Your facial stubble is so rough and rugged" you stated, you moved your hand behind Brian's head towards the front of his face, where your ran the pad of your thumb at the bottom of his chin, where his goatee is, his facial hair feeling like sandpaper. "I even think you're kinda hot when you smile"

He smiled sheepishly a bit, and while he looks cute with that nervous little smile, you're talking about when he has that shiteating grin when he looks like the madman he plays in the WWF.

"You've also got such a cute widdle baby face!" you stated, moving one of your hands and pinching one of his cheeks, wiggling it back and forth.

He smiled and chuckled at you doing that like he's a little boy at his grandmother's house.

"Even when you stick your tongue out, that's pretty hot!" you admitted "It makes me think of something"

You giggled and smiled naughtily confessing that, try to guess what it reminds you of.

Brian/Dean chuckled hearing that too.

"What is that something?" Brian/Dean asked "French kissing? Eating your pussy? Both?"

"Both" you answered.

He nodded his head.

"I figured that" he confessed.

(There's also rumors Brian Pillman was Jewish, and Jewish males have circumsized cocks, and that's pretty hot, though you don't care if a man's cut or not)

"Am I making you feel better?" you sexily asked, your voice trying to sound as sexy and breathy as possible.

He nodded his head.

"I'm worried about you though" you confessed to Brian.

"Why?" he asked.

"Last year, you broke your leg because you fell asleep behind the wheel" you admitted and state "And crashed your car into something. All because of pain killers"

Though, what would come next of Brian though...

"I don't want you to die" you confessed "I don't want any of these wrestlers to die"

That's one of the reasons playing sports is awful.

Taking steroids as a performance enhancing drug that ends up eventually killing you, and then you have to take painkillers which is another drug.  

Tonight, Brian/Dean were trying to fight sleep and not fall asleep just yet, so were you.

Even before Brian's "XXX Files", you comforted Brian by snuggling in bed with him, running your hand up and down his chest and gushing over how hot he is.

Later on that night, when the lights were off, as you and Brian/Dean were lying in bed, your eyes shut as well as his, trying to drift off and fall asleep, you snuggled up next to Brian/Dean, your head resting on the crook of his shoulder and his chest like it was a pillow, and caressed your hand up and down one of his pectoral muscles.

Brian's big arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight and protecting you.

Dean's arms were wrapped around you as well, protecting you and not wanting anything bad to happen to you.

Brian/Dean fell asleep while your hand caressed up and down their chest, they like it that way.

Sadly, a month later, Brian had died from heart failure.

Bad luck follows him.

Thank goodness Dean's still alive.

#brian pillman #dean ambrose #birthday #happy birthday #wwe #wwf #90s #1997 #2015 #2010s #10s #fanfiction

[imacrowcawcaw]

Treasure Ch. 2 (Penntin)

(Ch. 1 on Tumblr)  (AO3)

Summary: 

Quentin fucks up a spell (Penny may or may not have also helped/hindered).

Quentin is the reason why everything smells like the Bog of Eternal Stench and Penny can't see.

Quentin’s run-amuck brain brings all sorts of problems to the table.

Quentin is starting to make Penny feel funny in his chest (and his pants).

Fuck Quentin, man.

Notes: Okay so I have been binge-watching like a crazy lady and gotten up to the middle of season 3 (which is FAST for me) so this is almost hard to write, knowing things that have happened… but also fun to take it back to a simpler time, in a way. I’m putting this roughly at episode 10 era, I think? Some stuff has happened, but they’re not on any time-entrenched quest right now. 

Also, the spell they did? Google translate (eek). I tried my best, but I couldn’t find something that seemed fitting in any online spell books so I made my own to suit my purposes. So sorry if you speak Azerbaijani and this is wrong, I just kinda picked a language.

One last thing: I am still not sure about updates. I know I posted this chapter about a week after the first, but that’s because I’m on spring break and am, as I have said, OBSESSED. The next chapter might be tomorrow, it might be two weeks from now, I don’t know. But I’ll try not to let it hang too long!

@penntin

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“Uh, should we go to the infirmary?”

Penny sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, Q, we should not. Let’s just go through the rest of life blind and unable to smell anything other than that god awful-”

“Okay!” Quentin snapped, surprising him a little, and looked up from where he was kneeling at Penny’s feet. “Look, I’m sorry that we somehow messed up. I don’t know what it was. But whatever the hell happened, clearly we need to stick together. So can we just, I don’t know, get along for a bit?”

“Hmm…. No.”

Quentin huffed but shakily stood up anyways, keeping a hand on Penny’s body the whole time; Penny thought about knocking him in the jaw when he felt fingers running from his knee all the way up to his ribs. Instead, he let Quentin do it - he liked breathing clean even more than personal space - and tried to ignore the odd shiver that ran up his spine. 

They grudgingly maintained contact, by arm or back and once by Penny yanking Quentin’s stupid hair, as they gathered up their belongings. Quentin was still a nervous, confused mess as he babbled mentally about what could have gone wrong. Penny grit his teeth at the panicked monologue and answered each suggestion that popped up in his head with a terse “no”, “maybe”, “don’t be dumb”, or “better not be”.

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The girl at the infirmary sighed when she saw them. Penny couldn’t say he blamed her; both of them had been in here. A lot. Together, usually. Because they either got hurt by each other or on the other’s behalf.

“What is it this time? I don’t see any blood…”

Penny grunted. What a fucking day. At least there wasn’t any blood, he had to concede (though, if he had to spend another minute with Quentin…). He followed her along to the room he usually ended up in, dragging Q by the wrist until they reached the bed. 

She busied herself with something on a clipboard while Penny stood with a death grip on Quentin’s hand. Any looser and the guy would start pacing like a madman, he could feel the desire in his head. And wasn’t this just fucking annoying? It was over, they weren’t gonna lose each other, could he put his goddamn wards back up?!

“So, what’s the problem, then?”

She blinked expectantly, and Penny had the brief thought that she was very beautiful. Tilted eyes, dark hair, a pointed, pale face and very pink lips.

Quentin gave him an odd, almost alarmed look - like he was worried about something Penny had said - but he ignored it. He hadn’t said anything at all; Coldwater must have hit his head hard when he tripped like an idiot.

“This one fucked up a locator spell,” he said, jerking Quentin’s wrist in his grasp so the guy lurched forward a bit. “We’re fine if we’re touching, but the moment we let go there’s this smelly, blinding fog. Also, I think he hit his head cause he won’t stop looking at me.”

He didn’t like how she was looking at him -- like he had just started speaking Tagalog instead of English. Were those really such weird symptoms? But he knew he hadn’t been speaking gibberish, at least, because Quentin nodded in shameful agreement. Though, he had heard a ‘your fault, too’ somewhere in his head. 

“Shut it, asswipe,” he hissed. Then he turned to address the confused lady again. “Look, can you just get Lispon. Please?”

Since when do you say please. 

Penny glared at Quentin and sat back on the bed, not bothering to hide his smirk as Coldwater stumbled and landed half on top of him. They both half-heartedly shoved at each other and settled onto the hospital bed, legs pressed together. He reached for a glass of water that had materialized on the bedside table and accidentally ceased contact, the smell hitting so sudden he could barely contain the bile in his throat. 

Quentin squealed - fucking squealed - and Penny looked back at him with a start -- he was completely clear. Every greasy strand of hair, every zit on his ugly mug, the shocked look in his watering eyes. They stared at each other and the smell stopped and the fog melted away, like a shitty adventure movie at the peak of it’s quest; treasure located. 

He scowled and knocked their knees together, bringing the rest of the room back into light. Lipson came hurrying around the corner, heels clicking, and Penny sighed. He didn’t feel good about this. 

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“Interesting. Very interesting.”

Penny wanted to murder Dean Fogg. He wanted to murder everyone. He especially wanted to murder Quentin, but that wasn’t really new. Right now, though, Dean Fogg in particular could go fuck a hornet’s nest along with his loathed “roomie”.

He grit his teeth against what was very clearly a bad steal of cinema doctors’ lines and shifted in the wooden chair. It creaked in the most irritating way - purposefully tortuous, awkwardly long and broken up, never quite coming to an end - and he was ready to murder the entire faculty right now.

The only thing that kept him from leaping up and snatching the tumbler of whiskey out of the Dean’s hands, if nothing else, was the fucking magical chain wound around his and Quentin’s wrists. Cause that was just the icing on this foggy, shit-scented cake. 

“So you don’t know what you did?” the Dean asked them.

Penny bristled. “Man, if we did, do you think we’d fucking be in here?”

Fogg shrugged and raised his hands in a placating gesture -- Penny hated that. He hated people trying to make him forget his anger when he was justifiably upset. Hated it. Especially when it was people with more power trying to tell him to be satisfied with the little they gave him.

Answers. For once at this fucking school I just want a straight answer. 

Yup, agreed. I wouldn’t have asked like Penny but, man, we just want answers. What did we do?

Had… had Q just responded to him? To his thoughts? That had never happened -- it wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, Quentin’s thought diarrhea leaked all the time but HIS was not supposed to. He was the tightest warded psychic on this fucking campus! Loose-lips over there shouldn’t be able to break into him. 

Oh shit, really? Sorry dude, I’m not trying to. 

He had thought that it was just Quentin’s shitty wards, but if they were having a mental conversation here, as in a two way street where he was fucking exposed, this was not good. At all. It was also very annoying -- like, seriously, universe? Of all the people to be chained up to and mentally communicating with, it was Quentin? 

“Ahem, Penny?”

He blinked back to concentration as the Dean leaned forward and stared at him through those kinda-creepy-kinda-cool glasses. Why the fuck was everyone staring at him? He was not at fault here!

Well, I mean… you messed up too. But I don’t know. Did they say something?

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Quentin!”

The Dean sat back in his seat. “Glad you’re back with us, Penny. As I was saying, do you recall which spell you were trying to cast?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He just wanted to sleep. “It was some locator, I can’t really pronounce the name. We were trying to find a lost item? We chose one of my scarfs that’s probably hidden somewhere in the Physical Cottage. Eliot keeps stealing my shit.”

“I think I know what it was.”

Suddenly, heels clicked, and the voice of a certain sexy, blonde professor spoke up behind him. She laid a hand on Penny’s shoulder and he settled into it, privately happy to have her there. Sure, she was still a professor, but she was cool and helped him out (and she really was beautiful. He would sleep with her even if it wasn’t for school.)

Oh Jesus, dude, seriously? Sunderland?

Quentin-

“Spell for revealing the truth. Həqiqəti üzə çıxarmaq üçün yazın. It’s in Azerbaijani, and they had to translate it themselves if I’m not mistaken.”

Quentin nodded his head and his ridiculous fucking hair swung with it like a car wash. Penny grit his teeth. This whole situation was fucking fucked! Even the sight of Quentin sitting next to him, having to hear his thoughts, feel his hand chained to Penny’s -- it was driving him insane. The guy’s very existence could grate on his nerves, sometimes (especially when he was being an idiot and ruining life for Penny).

“Well, let’s go over your notes and see if we can find the problem that way.”

His wrist was roughly yanked as Quentin shuffled around in his bag and got the notebook they - 80% Penny - had been doing the work out of. There were pages of scribbled symbols, diagrams, and translations; hours and hours of work sent down the drain by an idiot. 

Might I remind you that, if you did eighty percent of the work, you’re eighty percent at fault here?

You know what? If this little dude wanted to talk back to Penny in his own fucking head then fine.

Might I remind you, I can make your miserable life even worse with a snap of my fingers? 

Quentin huffed and turned his head. Coward. Penny could feel thoughts from Quentin’s mind inside of his own, but he decided to ignore them for now; there were more important things to do. Like removing the leech on his arm.

“Oh,” Professor Sunderland gasped, and Penny looked up.

That didn’t sound like a good oh. If this was permanent - or if the cure cost him even a hair off of his ass - Penny was going to kill Quentin. 

You keep saying you’re going to kill everyone. Can you just hurry up and do it already, then?

Keep talking smart-ass, I’ll get you when you least expect it.

Blah blah blah. I know what you’re thinking! You can’t get the one up on me now. 

Penny scowled and turned back to Sunderland. He could feel Quentin gloating in his head but he ignored it, again, for the sake of maturity and his sanity. The notebook was propped up against a globe on the Dean’s desk and they all peered at it, reading first the original spell pasted in and then the scribbled translation next to it. 

İtirilmiş şeyi tapın. 

Gözlərimi bağlayın. 

Düşüncələrimi istiqamətləndirin. 

Məni uydurmalardan müəyyənləşdir. 

İtirilmiş şeyi tapın.

Find the one that was lost. 

Unblind my eyes. 

Guide my thoughts. 

Deter me from falsities.

Find the one that was lost.

“The one?” Sunderland’s voice came, next to Penny’s right ear, and he looked up at her. 

She looked nervous, which caused some anxiety to roll in his own gut; Quentin was feeling the same. Ten times as intense, of course, cause he was Quentin, but… the look on her face was bad. The whole situation was fucking bad. Quentin was so dead. 

“What’s wrong with it?”

She looked at Quentin. Fogg came around the desk and poured two fingers of brandy into two cups, handing one to each of them. They looked at each other as the chain around their wrists - keeping them together, per Lipson’s assistance - rattled. 

This is bad if he’s giving us alcohol to cut the news with.

“Your translation was off by one word, but it was a big one,” Sunderland began, her hand tightening on Penny’s shoulder. Somehow, it was no longer comforting -- he shrugged her off. She continued slowly. 

“The spell was used by ancient explorers to find lost items, usually in cursed areas. The goal was to set their sight on the one thing, and the one thing only, so they wouldn’t get distracted by sirens or other treasure or anything like that. What you did… instead of sending yourself on a hunt for a scarf, you sent yourself on a quest for “the one that was lost”. Somehow, you set each other up as the objects, and now the spell will try and deter you from anything that separates you.”’

#penntin #penny x quentin #penny adiyodi #quentin coldwater #the magicians #slow burn #fluff #humor #crack fic #friends to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to freinds #enemies to lovers #alternate universe #messed up spells #chapter two #chapter fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #the magicians fanfiction #my writing #lulucrowproductions

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“Winter’s Gem” (Sneakpeak) (Bucky Barnes AU SERIES)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: There are NSFW parts in this AU, Kinda angsty, Parent to child type of physical abuse, 10-15 years of age gap but not entirely the type of age gaps that can be considered creepy, kinda slow burn. As of the moment, this chapter has curse words and mentions of sex.

Words: 2,681

A/N: This plot wasn't really exactly for Bucky to be honest. This has been in my drafts in Wattpad and I decided to just make it a Bucky Barnes AU instead. Let me know what y'all think, Tater tots! THIS IS A SERIES.

Disclaimer: PNG's used in edits aren't mine. Only the edits and the entire AU of course. 😊

Dedicated to: @anxiousamandapanda​ - Yo, buddy! I dedicate this to ya’ because you have been my first friend in here! Love ya! 

It was evening where the sun finally sets whereas criminality most likely happens every time it reaches dawn. In a positive addition to that was the beautiful time of the day where sexy, ripped men began swaying their glorious and perfectly built topless, sweaty and greasy bodies accompanied with the slow music echoing around the area that comes with their performance.

Groups of aging women were sitting at a wooden round table, eyeing different gorgeous races of strippers like they were their preys while throwing a bunch of cash on stage. They were having at least some fun before their adulterated single-nights end. Their spouses were probably sleeping like a dead man at home or maybe even doing the same thing behind their backs.

The scene where older, depressed, needy, hungry ladies..and even men who were women at heart were pinning their dollars down on a man's underwear. It looked excruciating to some person who isn't used to seeing that. Hungry women were even using their paper bills as a towel, wiping their bills off the stripper's rock hard muscles before slipping it in the waistbands of their underwear. You've been immune to cringing, Not because the stripper named Drax was teasing the ladies that he was about to take his black underwear off, accompanied with his gray waterproof body paint sticking on his skin. The scene in front of you was normal in your daily life and you were totally used to it. You were used to Drax's set anyways.

The sexy bald headed Drax appeared to be enticing a 40 year old dark haired woman who slipped stacks of bills on his waistband. He gave her a slow body wave, taking her hand as he gave her the permission to touch, directing her hand on his very prominent pectorals before gradually sliding them down.

Woman with a dark hair couldn't control the felicity she felt, her facial features telling her group of friends how she was lucky enough to get a touch of his sweaty torso...Once her hand was close to his lower abdomen, Drax still holding on to his indescribable, cold features..He quickly backed away from the woman and continued stripping his way towards the pole.

Every woman squealed when Drax took his underwear off. You thought it would only be a tease, turns out he went all the way tonight.

You sighed, ignoring the women disrespectfully walking from where you were just mopping, you continued cleaning the tiled floor. Dipped your mop in the dirty yellow bucket of floating germs. Everybody's footwear were squeaking as they passed by your wet floor that hasn't been dried up yet. These women don't bother reading the warning sign that was blocking their way and you tutted to yourself before you continued to work.

"Oi! You dirty scum! Mop this barf, Will ya'?!" A middle aged woman wearing a displeasing floral and sparkly dress pointed at the splattered barf that was disgustingly laying in front of her foot. She hollered, rudely demanding you to clean the mess that her friend did. The woman even whistled for you to come over like you were a dog that she owned.

You hid a scorn beneath the scowl of your lips. Deliberately walking towards her and rigidly mopping the vomit off the floor. Some barf residues accidentally flew towards her expensive and newly designed looking sandals. 'Oh no.' Before you could even apologize to the woman, her veiny and calloused hand struck your face with a hard, rough slap.

The slap was quite similar to your mother's hand, even though it wasn't actually your mother's.

Your left ribs stung painfully as it suddenly hit an empty table from the strong impact, but you were used to this. You should be. You were used to all the violence that every human can take and give.

"You idiot! You had only one job but what the hell happened?! My Chanel shoes is now ruined! You stupid bitch! You're a worthless cunt!"

You stood up like nothing happened, ignoring the stingy slap that was now lingering your right cheek. You still sent her an apology, but you didn't bother cleaning her shoes. She could get that cleaned up on her own or if she's really a Germophobe then she could just buy another new one.

Rich, arrogant people could have every thing in the world in just a snap of their fingers. You weren't an idiot who would beg on your knees just for her to forgive you. She wasn't worth an apology, a wholehearted apology. It was just an accident, and by the looks of her face? She was far more intoxicated from swaying around like a drunkard and you didn't want to earn another hit even though you were used to the pain of being beaten.

You were quick to carry the pail of dirty water and your mop before going to the bathroom with a stingy red hand print on your face. You didn't mind it at all as you passed by a mirror, completely blocking out those continuous moaning from one of the women's cubicle. Play it cool, Y/N. Play it cool.

The thought of calling Bucky was distracting your mind while you were pouring the pail of gross vomit and dirt in one of the sinks. If you call him, Will he stop whatever he's doing for you? Or who ever he's doing? He told you to call him whenever you needed him or whenever you're lonely, depressed or hurt. You're physically hurt right now. Does it count?

You both only have each other. There's a reason why you were being dependent towards him. Your mother didn't have an ounce of care towards you plus your father was probably dead anyways. You found the warmth that you wanted and needed from him. Only him, only from Bucky.

You brought the mop back to its proper place, at the farthest end of the bathroom before dialing your speed call. He told you to do it, so you could call him urgently when you're in danger and you quickly did since you always do listen to what he says.

"Oh my God!" You heard a voice of a woman who was moaning in pleasure. Your face contorted in discomfort, resulting to a cringe that probably looked hilarious on another person's point of view. The moans you've heard that was coming from that certain woman in one of the cubicles finally came to halt, was she pleasuring herself? you couldn't hear any moans besides hers.

You were planning on barging in and singing 'Gorilla' on her face since she was being too noisy for her own good. Oh, The man that she's with got himself an old screamer, if there was even a man with her, you were lost in your train of thoughts.

She was loudly pounding the locked up door while she was being fucked, and you were fighting off a loud laugh as to how this woman was reacting to sex. It was like she had the greatest 'fondue' for her entire life..or it's maybe because the sex was too good for her to handle?

You quietly chuckled it off, shaking your head in disbelief as you brought your phone to your ear, the phone rang and you were eager and excited to hear his voice. You're tapping your finger on the marbled sink, your reflection distracting you from your reverie. Your lips turned into a frown, loud insults of yourself kept on barging inside of your head. All you can see was a flawed, hideous ugly woman dressed in plain blue jeans with a plain black shirt that wasn't fitted for you. Obviously, It wasn't your size and the shirt was definitely not yours because it was from Bucky.

Those scars that were evident on your face were the proofs from your tough battles. Those are the memories from your horrible past that you overcame, and you were proud to have it since Bucky told you that it simply shows how strong of a woman you are in life. Every scar was a downfall. But, Those downfalls were brought to the top by him. Only him. To make it short, he was simply the strength to your weaknesses.

It rang for the fifth time and you were cringing at the thought that maybe he's 'busy' with his latest customer. You were about to end the call, until the man that you were dying to hear from finally answered.

"You okay, Doll?" He rasped quietly, voice laced with worry and care.

Bucky was always quick to ask that question every time he answers the phone. Your heart flattered as you could hear how worried he is, and you couldn't help but truthfully answer him back with a smile on your face.

"No. I miss you..Can you be with me right now?"

"Of course. I'll be there in a jiffy, Doll. Just give me a second,"

A grin formed on your face and it couldn't help but make your heart flutter in the most extreme. Your index finger traveled up the mirror as you touched it, noting how dirty it already was. You reminded yourself that you needed to clean the bathroom when the club closes.

You smiled alone, daydreaming about Bucky..Whenever you needed someone, he has always been there to save you. Always.

"Do you even know where I am, Bucky?"

"That's why I was asking you, Y/N. Tell me where you are and I'll be there quick--you're going? That fast? That was just a quickie!"

You heard the love of your life spoke as a woman's voice piped in from the other line of the call before it ended in a echo, you couldn't help but feel the familiar pain inside your heart as you knew that you were sharing him with other married, divorced, horny, and needy women that were obviously older and richer than you.

Your mind does always question your heart if you could still handle the pain? Can you? Are you strong enough to handle the pain when you're still fragile enough to break in just one touch?

He's your everything. He's the reason you stay alive.

You're wholly his, His heart is yours. But, his body..his body wasn't only for yourself.

Mind, Heart, Body and Soul. Those four constituents were partners in crime with love. You have his mind and heart, yet his body isn't yours. You share it with other hungry hunters that ought to have a taste. Now, you understood how lions and tigers were fast in hunting their preys since it would be unsatisfying if their prey was to be snatched by another.

And his soul? His soul was signed by the devil.

But, you didn't care. You always tell yourself that you didn't care. Bucky was still yours to love.

You heard the creak of a cubicle door as your eyes lit up from staring at the sink. Seeing a woman in her 40's came out with a disheveled hair, an obvious tight Botox that outdid her face and a tight, red dress that was up to her thighs as it was hung a little. The woman didn't look like she was in her 40's. She looked ten years younger. You were too good at realizing her age in just one look of her tight pretty, rich face.

She was grinning and smiling, looking like she was in her own precious little bubble. The smile was showing how she loved every bit of what happened and you couldn't help but shake your head in disappointment. You remembered that this woman had a husband since you saw her in a mall the other day, walking arm in arm together with her bald, big belly of a husband that looked rich as hell.

Her smile faded into a frown as a sudden realization hit her.

"I payed for you! For a night! The whole night! Not just for a quick fuck in the bathroom!"

"Well, Ma'am.. Your payment is not enough to have my whole night. You know I cost higher than any other gigolos out here! Why don't you just come back some other time,"

The woman's eyes sparkled in joy and you finally turned your back to see her face to face. You were a noticeable eavesdropper at the moment. Your eyebrows were furrowed, you knew that voice. The man she was having some intense and intimate moment had his broad, ripped back at you. You had a feeling it was Steve or Sam But, deep inside..you knew you're trying to act oblivious and stupid as a painful sight before you was beginning to unfold.

"Will you be here tomorrow?"

"No. Find another available fucker. I don't spend the night on another woman's bed.." He shook his head in disdain, appearing to fumble with the zipper of his slacks. "Not anymore,"

"But, I only want you!"

"I don't care who you want, need, or anything your lust says, Mrs. Williams. I'm not available, nor will you have the chance to have me again. Do I make myself clear?" The man in a black crisp suit snapped and surly sneered. He spun around, deciding to leave the aging, absent-minded woman alone. But he stopped and stared. The dazzling blue eyes that you've manage to love waking up to every morning lost its hostility, quickly changing to a loving but stupefied look.

"Sugar?"

You were lying to yourself. You knew it wasn't Steve nor Sam or any other gigolo. That man's voice only belonged to the man you gave your heart, mind, body and soul.

It was your Bucky.

The man who owns you. But, sold his body to women who wanted him.

You wanted to be selfish, but you can't. You couldn't. It was his way of living and you have no choice but to accept that.

You didn't even know if you could still handle the love of your life in being the most requested Gigolo in this club that both you and your mother works in. You were no sugar mama, so you couldn't help him pay what he needed and wanted in life. You were only a mere janitor living in the basements of the club you were in.

What you've tasted, these hungry pussies have already tasted it too. What you touch, hug, kiss and adore..

Well, you bet they already did everything with him too.

Nevertheless, you weren't one who won't be putting up a fight to let them know who he rightfully belongs to because you would and you will.

He was yours and yours alone. You already had that scribbled upon your grave.

This is just a sneakpeak or like an introduction to the series. IF YA WANNA BE INCLUDED IN THE TAGLIST, SEND ME AN ASK. Or just turn on the notification button for my blog so y’all will see every update I post. This can be quite a rollercoaster ride, alright? Hehehe!

XOXO, TATA

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A Cut Above - part 1/3

Another ficlet that got out of hand. I wrote this for a prompt that specifically asked for a fluffy ficlet. I accidentally went angsty at the end so I felt like I had to write another chapter to correct the mistake. And then Mick convinced me to write a third chapter. So, here is the first part. Please, ignore the medical inaccuracies. ---

Dr. McLaughlin stood at the door of room 904 and took in a deep breath. He was tired. It had been a long shift with more than one difficult case and honestly, all he wanted was to go home, eat some greasy fast food, watch something mindless on the TV and fall asleep with his clothes on. But he still had one patient to take care for and he was fighting to keep his professional demeanor intact.

“Good evening. I’m Doctor McLaughlin. And you’re Mr. Neal, am I right?” Rhett said voice steady and calm as he stepped into the room. He’d already gotten a briefing from the nurse that had seen Mr. Neal before him. He’d apparently fallen down some stairs and cut his leg open. The nurse warned Rhett that the man seemed to be very queasy around blood. It had made Rhett sigh. He had no energy to calm down a patient who was freaking out about a few drops of blood. 

“Yes,” a small shaky voice said back.

The man was laying on the bed. He was holding his broken glasses, looking miserable. Half of his face was scraped up nastily – apparently, he’d landed on his face as well as on his knee – and his knee was covered with a haphazardly applied dressing.

The sight was something Rhett saw every day, but what he had not expected was the fact that Mr. Neal was gorgeous. His hair was styled up and the silver streaks in the dark brown hair made him look sexy and distinguished. He was fit and lean with wide shoulders and a narrow waist that was begging to be touched. His eyes were lovely shade of blue and his lips were cut for kissing. Rhett actually stopped short on the door and stared for a second before managing to gather himself.

“How are you doing?” he asked after coughing to cover up his embarrassment. He drew a stool next to the bed and sat down.

“I – I’m okay, I guess. It doesn’t hurt anymore, the nurse…” Mr. Neal mumbled and motioned towards his leg. Rhett leaned over and lifted the gauze. The man quickly looked away and his hands gripped the edge of the bed. Rhett gently examined the cut and he made some quick decisions on how to go about this.

“Yes, she numbed the area. Let’s take a look at that face before I stitch you up,” Rhett said, placing the gauze back on Mr. Neal’s leg – not that he needed to, it was more for Mr. Neal’s benefit – and scooted closer to the head of the bed. Rhett lifted his hands and took a hold of his patient’s chin turning his head slowly to examine the scrapes. It took almost all of his concentration not to think about all the other things he’d liked to do while touching his chin like this. The marks looked nasty but would heal quickly with minimal scarring. Mr. Neal stared at him, eyes wide and so blue Rhett felt like sinking into them.

“You have lovely eyes, Doctor,” Mr. Neal whispered suddenly. Rhett’s eyes shot wide and he coughed again.

“Oh, um… I’m sorry, that wasn’t…” Mr. Neal muttered and looked away. His cheeks were turning into a lovely shade of pink and Rhett’s stomach tightened. He knew what he was feeling was inappropriate. But he was only a human; it was hard to stop his body’s natural reactions. And his body couldn’t help but to naturally react to this man.

“Your face should be back to normal in no time,” Rhett said deciding not to comment on the awkwardness. Mr. Neal nodded and threw him a thankful smile before sinking his gaze down. He kept fiddling with his glasses. Rhett got out his kit and started to prep for stitches.

“You might want to look away or close your eyes for this,” Rhett said as he removed the gauze again. But instead of doing what he was told Mr. Neal propped himself up on his elbows and peeked down. He immediately went pale. Rhett cursed in his mind.

“Mr. Neal?”

Mr. Neal’s eyes flitted to the cut and the blood dripping from it and then to Rhett’s face and then to the ceiling. Then Rhett could see only the whites of his eyes and he fell down on the bed with a heavy thump. Rhett sighed. He got up and got a small towel, drenched it in cool water and wrung it to get rid of the excess. He walked back to Mr. Neal and gently brushed a few hairs from his forehead. Then he placed the cool cloth on it. His fingers hovered over his face, desperate to touch the soft looking skin of his unhurt cheek. He shook himself almost angrily. What was he thinking?! He must be extremely tired to let his mind wander like this.

He sat back down, determined to act professionally, and his hands moved quickly and without thought. He’d done this a thousand times before. Mr. Neal’s leg was stitched and bandaged before he even came to. Rhett was just putting away his things when a small whimper sounded from the bed. Rhett hurried to his side. He took Mr. Neal’s hand on his own and squeezed gently.

“Everything’s okay. You did great,” he murmured to the man as his eyes opened slowly revealing the bright blue again. His eyes flitted around, looking confused. Finally, his gaze settled on Rhett.

“Did I faint?”

“Yes, you did,” Rhett said and squeezed again. He gently patted Mr. Neal’s hand with his other one, trying to convey that it didn’t matter. “Don’t worry. It’s absolutely normal. I see it all the time.”

“Kinda embarrassing though. A grown man, fainting at the sight of blood…” Mr. Neal muttered, and his cheeks flushed red again but this time he didn’t turn his gaze away. Instead he looked straight at Rhett and smiled shyly. His eyes shone bright and the way the other side of lips quirked up was too much for Rhett’s tired – and lonely – mind. His knees buckled and he had to grab onto the bed.

“Oh my God, Doctor? Are you alright?” Mr. Neal asked sitting up on the bed. His hand had left Rhett’s and was now holding onto Rhett’s arm. His touch was like fire. It spread from Rhett’s arm and engulfed him. He drew a ragged breath and tried to get a grip but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mr. Neal’s. A hush fell between them. Rhett could hear the change in Mr. Neal’s breathing; it was quickening. Finally, he was able to step back. Mr. Neal’s hand let go off him and fell limply back on the bed.

“I’m sorry. I – I…” Rhett stammered.

“Everything okay?” Mr. Neal asked, sounding concerned.

“Yes, of course. Just a long day, excuse me. The nurse will be right around to discharge you,” Rhett muttered and quickly walked out of the room. It hurt him to leave. His hand refused to let go of the handle and he had to force his muscles to release their hold. He’d never see him again. He was sure of that. Never see those blue eyes. Never hear that melodious voice. Never see that lopsided smile.

His hands were shaking and he’d never felt as embarrassed as he did right now. Unprofessional. Unethical. Unworthy. Ridiculous. He kept chastising himself all the way to the dressing rooms. He ripped the white coat off of himself and sat on the bench, sinking his face into his palms. His heart was beating out of his chest. Great, now I’m having heart palpitations. Over a dang smile. And I thought he was ridiculous for fainting at the sight of blood.

All the way home, his mind was conjuring up images of a future together with this man. A scenario after scenario filled Rhett’s mind. He tried to shake them away but they’d found their home in his mind and refused to vacate. 

Neal in Rhett’s bed, eyes still closed, enjoying the last whispers of sleep on a Sunday morning. Rhett’s hands pulling him into an embrace, making him smile that cute little smile as he chased Rhett’s lips with his own. Their bodies intertwining, slow and lazy, as sleep still held onto them but the need was greater than the pull of dreams. 

Snuggled up together in front of a fireplace somewhere up in the mountains. Neal’s cheeks still pink and shiny after a day spent on the slopes. Their hands racing to see who could get the first low moan under the blanket covering both of them.

Neal sitting on the edge of their kitchen island. His long, slim legs swinging as he sipped from a glass of wine. Rhett cooking them dinner. Offering Neal a taste of something and kissing him deeply to get his own sample. Just a normal Friday night, nothing fancy or special. Just laughter and conversation, pleasant and ordinary in the best possible way.

But the most bittersweet of them all was Neal in a suit, hair done and shoes shining, standing on an altar, smiling at Rhett, eyes shimmering with emotion as he reached for Rhett’s hand to slip a ring on his finger. Rhett got wrapped in the fantasy; he played it in his mind over and over again. He fell asleep imagining it – imagining them, spending the rest of their lives together.

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[earthrealmlesbian]

Cassie x Frost?

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? Cassie makes the mistake of rocking the seats. She doesn't even go crazy but her fate is sealed. Frost gets startled by it then immediately seeks revenge by shaking them hard enough to make Cassie scream and hold on for dear life.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Cassie has a pretty high sex drive! She's not really into sex in crazy places though so she'll wait till they're behind closed doors. She's down for making out in riskier places however.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? They.....don't shower together almost ever. Cassie likes scalding hot showers and Frost is a demon that likes hers cold. (it started as a training thing and now she's genuinely hooked) Sometimes they'll compromise and run the shower at a normal temp specifically so they can enjoy sexy times.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Cassie likes to walk around in a training bra and boxer shorts pretty often or nude straight out of the shower until she's dry. Frost complains that she's not gonna be ready in an emergency or if they get attacked. Cassie laughs it off. She's ready to start swinging irregardless.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Cassie. Frost doesn't ask her to but she saw Johnny do it often enough growing up and thinks it's just the thing to do if you need space after an argument. It doesn't happen often since they're usually able to hash it out but if things get serious Cassie is on the couch until Frost calms down and asks her to come back to bed.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Both though Frost is hesitant to admit it at first. Cassie takes pictures of everything but she's got a folder dedicated to pictures of Frost making cute sleeping faces.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? (This got long oops) Frost in both cases. Frost stewed in her feelings for Cassie for awhile. She was mad at herself for wanting her so bad when she was supposed to be concentrating on her training ( Kuai Liang please have a talk with your child) and refused to act on her feelings for a long time. Cassie was smitten too but respected that Frost seemed hesitant to act. They were sparring one day when the dam broke. Frost managed to pin Cassie who was laughing way too much for someone that just lost a match. Frost couldn't even be mad because she realized then just how much she wanted whatever they had to keep going. She admitted she loved Cassie before she could lose her nerve. Cassie jokes she should have let herself get manhandled sooner if she wanted to get Frost to make a move.

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Cassie. She visits the Lin Kuei temple often enough and sweaters are a necessity so she'll steal one of Frost's. "You could just bring your own if you know you're visiting." Cassie says she (conveniently) forgot.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Cassie won't wake Frost up from what little sleep she gets because she values her life. Frost has awful insomnia though so if Cassie wakes from a dream and finds her awake then she'll tell her about it. Frost rarely has nightmares because she rarely sleeps. Cassie unfortunately has nightmares often. Headcanon that Kuai Liang is a great singer and would sing to Frost in private to soothe the raw edges of her nerves when her temper flaired. (fuck you nrs, Kuai Liang cares) She picked up the habit and does the same for Cassie to get her back to sleep.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? (at games) Cassie and it drives Frost up the wall. Johnny taught Cassie how to be the most merciless cheater at every game he knows. Card games, board game, shitty playground games that kids go hogwild for. Doesn't matter. He taught her how to cheat her way to victory. Frost didn't even know you could cheat at monopoly and yet! Cassie manages.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Cassie teases Frost all the time about it. She thinks it's especially funny considering how many months Frost pined after her. Frost gets flustered about it and grumbles how they've been together a long time and to quit being a brat.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? Cassie but Frost gets into it to since she's a sucker for competition. She starts freezing food into little bullets though and then all hell really breaks loose.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Cassie can't sing well but boy does she try. Sometimes she'll get lucky and Frost will join in but only in private and she grumbles about it. She's thankfully a better singer.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? Frost likes to look like a hardass but she actually enjoys physical affection. Cassie's more keen on initiating but Frost will usually oblige If they're not walking around the temple. If they're out shopping Frost will hook a thumb into Cassie's belt loop to keep her close. It's sort of a protective gesture. Neither do butt grabbing unless they're home alone.

15) Who writes the others name on their wrist? Neither though Cassie might doodle Frost's name during boring meetings.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Neither. They're embarrassing. Just.....no. Cassie is louder in bed.

17) Who is more protective? Cassie. Her parents, Uncle Jax and Raiden* were all fiercely protective growing up. She learned to be the same. That's just what you do for your loved ones as far as she's concerned.

*Raiden has good uncle/grandpa energy and I'll die on that hill*

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Frost. She sits awake long after Cassie falls asleep most nights. She'll discuss Lin Kuei drama or upcoming missions.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? Cassie drives! Not terribly surprisingly.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Cassie is the one to fall asleep on Frost's lap more often than not. Frost might grumble a bit but she thinks it's endearing. She'll carry Cassie gently to bed when it happens. Frost will nap (don't tell the grandmaster) on Cassie's lap once in a blue moon.

21) Who cuts the others hair? Frost will trim Cassie's hair if she asks but Frost's haircut requires a bit more than Cassie knows how to do so she'll go to a barber.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? Frost isn't awful at sexting but it's embarrassing for her to try so she generally doesn't. She prefers to dirty talk in person where she can actually do the things she's talking about. Cassie likes to send cute little messages throughout the day. Frost kinda likes that Cassie thinks about her often enough to send them.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of losing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Both have struggled in the past with feelings of inadequacy. While they're confident women in their own right, they both have moments were insecurity bleeds through. Sometimes they'll look at each other and think "Damn, she's on a whole other level than me." They're quick to reassure each other in those momenta. Both deal with loss pretty well but Frost definitely loses more sleep thinking about Cassie dying on a mission.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Cassie initiates dancing of any kind. Frost can dance but she's stiff so it's not something they do often. Frost always conveniently puts an end to it quick by picking Cassie up for kisses.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? Frost, honey, I'm so sorry you're dating the daughter of Johnny Cage. Cassie learned from the master. Not the sex jokes, but the puns. God the puns. The internet taught her the sex jokes unfortunately. Frost's not known peace since that first god awful joke.

26) Who kissed first? Frost. Back to who said I love you first, Frost confessed right there in the training room and then kissed Cassie senseless while they laid there bruised and sweaty. Cassie thought it was pretty hot honestly.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? Depending on where they're staying they might order a greasy ass pizza if they can't sleep OR sneak into the temple kitchen and make some horrific combination of barely edible food. Frost will glare daggers if Cassie whines for some water but she'll usually get it.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Neither write poems or love songs but Frost can be talked into singing some popular love songs in private.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Listen...both. It's less about impressing one another though. They just get so competitive. Neither wants to admit that their pride can get the better if them, Frost especially, but :)

Cassie: Look at this sick flip I can do, babe.

Frost: Oh yeah? Watch me shoot ice out of my hands to fly like some fucked up version of iron man.

Cut to them both getting scolded by a medic.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Cassie used to be a little embarrassed about her glasses but as she gets older she's more confident about it, especially when Frost tells her they suit her.

Thank you for sending this in! It was a lot of fun~

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