#more i cant keep fucking doing this i cant both bend over backwards to try and comfort others and be under this fucking much

[tittysuckersworld]

vent thingy

#im so sick of everything- is it so wrong that i just want someone to directly ask me shit? #or like directly ask what i might want and let me have any agency???? this month i just keep consistently having others constantly making #choises and decisions for me when i can do that myself! i just want to actually have a fucking say in anything! fuck #like i know friends care for me and brother cares for me but fuck if i just want them to actually ask what i want?????? #thats all i want. thats it. i want them to actually just fucking ask insted of assuming and choosing for me. #i hate hate just everyone constantly trying to choose stuff for me on whats my best interest #i dont want to be pressured to not go to collage one year and then be pressured to go the next #i dont wanna have random things i dont even like gotten for me because people think i might like them #i just dont want anything! is that wrong? i just want to be treated like my own person and asked things! #if you wanna do smth for me ask! i will try to fucking find something! i just want to be a part of it if its for me! i dont want fucking #suprizes i hate suprizes i like when things are actually asked and planned when everyone fucking consents im sick of all of this #i dont even want the yogurt pretzles anymore even just thinking of them makes me want to hurl now cause i didnt! get! any! say!!!! #and fuck i just dont want any food! i dont want any in the house! i dont care i dont care if i starve at this point i dont fucking care any #more i cant keep fucking doing this i cant both bend over backwards to try and comfort others and be under this fucking much #fuck i havent even been able to tell my partner becaude theres been too much happening in his life- and i dont want it to worry or dote over #me i dont want anyone doing any worrying for me anymore its god #i dont know i feel bad for being ungrateful but im not in a mental state for this stuff #i just want to have a say in anything. anything at all that could actually affect me in a way bigger than the smallest shit

[dsmutp]

Learning Curve (C!Charlie Slimecicle x Reader)

Teaching Charlie was a delight.

When Quackity had put you up to the job, you hadn’t been too sure about it. Teaching someone how to be human (whatever that entailed) seemed like more than you had signed up for when you had become a resident of Las Nevadas - just imagining long hours of helping someone learn the intricacies of human life made your head ache. But Quackity had insisted, and you really had nothing better to do.

Three months into the job though, and you were quite attached to Charlie.

He was a wonderful student - eager to learn and bright enough that it never took him too long to grasp new concepts (though, as with any student, some things came more naturally than others) - and an even more wonderful friend. It was amazing how a sentient piece of goo (though it was really hard for you to think of him like that anymore) could be more kind and caring than half of the actual people you knew. 

You were pleased to say that Charlie had become quite fond of you as well. Though you were only supposed to spend six hours a day with him, oftentimes you wound up just spending your days together, wandering around the unfinished Las Nevadas after you had completed his schooling for the day, talking about whatever crossed your minds. Charlie was always eager to hear stories from your day to day life, and the amount of history he had seen just from being around for that many years never failed to make you gaze at him with wonder. 

It wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that he had become your best friend.

You certainly liked him enough - that goofy smile never failed to brighten your mood, even on the worst days, and though the slight fluidity of his skin had been off putting at first, through the amount of daps you shared, you had gotten used to it - come to enjoy it even, something that was uniquely Charlie.

For all his wonderful attributes though, there were still some times that you got a little exasperated with him. 

“Nope.” You sighed, watching as his arm bent the wrong way again. “You can’t just bend the joint that way, Charlie, that’s not how bones work.”

“But you said to hit the lever behind me..?” Charlie asked, righting his arm again. 

“Right, but with humans, remember, the joints don’t bend all the way around because of the bones.” You reminded him. “Just because your body can bend that way, doesn’t mean mine can.”

Charlie nodded slowly, but the confused look was still hovering in his eyes. 

“Do you want to go over joints and movement again?” You asked. 

Charlie smiled sheepishly. “Yes please.”

You stepped forward, extending your arms. You had done this exercise a few times before, just to help Charlie learn which body parts worked together and which joints moved in which directions. It was easy for him to forget though - his body didn’t really have limits to movement, being slime - and he had a bad habit of just throwing human joint movements away in exchange for what was the most easy at the time. 

Charlie placed his hands on your elbows, and you bent your arms, letting him feel how the joints moved and worked. “See? One way.”

“Right.” Charlie said, nodding now. His hands moved to your shoulders. “But these ones go all the way around?”

You rolled your shoulders, moving the ball joint in a circle. “Correct.”

His hands wandered down to your wrists. “Same as these?”

You rolled your wrists, nodding. 

From there, Charlie’s hands found your hips. “But these ones only go forward and backward.”

“For walking.” You said, nodding. “They can go out, a little - nothing too far though.” 

Charlie nodded, his eyes wandering over your body innocently. The first few times you had done this with him, you had been a little uncomfortable - it was strange, to be treated like a scientific model, slightly slimy hands running up and down your skin, asking what each of your joints and muscles did. But over time, you had gotten used to it - Charlie was only curious to learn, after all, and you were more than willing to help.

A hand over your crotch startled you, and you broke out of your train of thought, raising an eyebrow at Charlie. He only blinked at you though, saying, “You never said what this part’s for.”

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself. You had known this day would come, eventually - sex was a large part of human life, after all. You didn’t really want to be having ‘the talk’ with a sentient piece of goo that you had come to know and love, but you supposed it had had to come at some point. 

“It’s for sex, Charlie.”

Charlie’s eyebrows shot up. “You have a stripper pole on you?”

The comment was so out of place that you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “What?”

“A stripper pole.” Charlie repeated. “Like the one in the casino? Quackity said it was for sex-”

“No, no.” You said, cutting him off, still laughing. “Sex organs Charles, for the actual act. They’re part of basic human anatomy - everyone’s got some.”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, and movement under his pants caught your eye - the fabric shifted and pulled until it filled out a little more - like his very skin was reshaping itself to include what you had just told him. 

It was then that you realized that Charlie might be the answer to every sexual fantasy you had ever had. 

---

It didn’t take much convincing to get Charlie into bed with you.

You had always known that he had had something of a puppy dog crush on you - just from the way that he hung on your every word, even when you weren’t teaching, and followed you around like a little duckling. You had stopped yourself from doing anything about it though, telling yourself that it would be wrong, that he was your student - but those sentiments had faded the more time you had spent together outside of the teaching. 

They were completely gone now, as you tossed Charlie’s pants over the side of the bed. Though you were both naked as the day you were born, he was perfectly comfortable, sprawled out on the pillows like he owned the place. 

“So, again,” He started. “You want me to put my dick inside you? But not detach it? And thats sex?”

“The basics of it.” You said. “Simple stuff, really. You tell me if you don’t like it though - I don’t know exactly how it’ll feel for you.”

Charlie nodded, arranging his arms underneath his head with a smile. “I am ready to sex.”

You laughed as you straddled his hips, gently wrapping a hand around his cock and aligning it with your hole, just pressing his tip against your entrance. “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if it feels bad, okay? Just because I wanted to try this doesn’t mean you have to suck it up for me.”

“Promise.” Charlie assured you. “I won’t pretend to like it just because you do- hhh.”

You sank down on his cock, reveling at the feeling - there was almost no stretch as he entered you, the slime of his body simply moving like a liquid, filling out your insides completely without having the painful stretch around your entrance. Every nerve ending in you lit up at the contact - the slime filled every space without pushing too far - Charlie’s cock had molded to you completely, hitting all your spots without even trying.

“Wow.” You breathed, placing the palms of your hands on Charlie’s chest. “This is- wow. How’re you feeling Charlie?”

Underneath you, Charlie was in a daze, eyes glazed over as he stared at some point past your shoulder. His mouth moved, but only a long string of syllables came out - more like a moan than any real words.

“Descriptors, love.” You prompted, shifting to place your hands on either side of his face. 

Charlie let out a breathy whimper, his hands finding purchase on your hips, squeezing the skin there. “Good.” He said. “Very very good, uh, sort of tingly? And warm? I-I don’t really know words for it…”

You smiled, caressing his hair. “Good.” You said. It was good to know that it felt pleasurable for him - you weren’t quite sure how slime anatomy worked, and if human sex was something that he would enjoy, but now that you knew it felt as good for him as it did for you, you had no intention of holding back.

You began to rock, slowly, rolling your hips over Charlie’s and letting his cock begin to rub against your walls. Charlie’s fingers dug into your hips more as his breathing canted upwards, instinct taking over as he bucked up into you a few times. You welcomed the movement, using the momentum to fuck yourself down on him harder, savoring the feeling of him running over your nerves, lighting you up from the inside. 

Charlie let out another whimper, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, still keeping your hands framed gently around his face. Charlie kissed back eagerly, releasing his little whimpers and moans into your mouth now, the hands at your hips moving up to your lower back, holding on for dear life.

“You’re doing so well.” You cooed, feeling that familiar coil begin to tighten in your gut. “You’re a natural, Charlie.”

“Really?” Charlie said, a grin overtaking his features. His slimy complexion really didn’t allow for a blush, but you could see the flushed pride just in his expression.

“Really.” You gasped out as a particularly good thrust made your head spin. Your hands fell from Charlie’s face as you instead buried your face into the crook of his neck with a groan, rolling your hips down with more intensity now, chasing your orgasm. Without the painful stretch in the beginning, you were reaching it so much more quickly now - though it probably also helped that Charlie’s cock had become a perfect fill for your insides too - leaving no nerve ending spared.

“Mmmm.” Charlie tipped his head back as he moaned, lips pressing together into a thin line. “It feels different now.” He said, voice shaky. “Bigger, I think?” He tried. 

“That’s supposed to happen.” You said, speeding up your thrusts, for both your sake and Charlie’s. You were getting to the brink of orgasm now, the pleasure making it’s way all the way down your legs and to your toes. It was only a moment more before you were shaking with it, the rolling of your hips slowing as you rode out your high. 

Charlie groaned underneath you, tipping his head back into the pillows as the slime inside you rippled, the sensation making you moan at the strangeness of it. You hadn’t really known what his orgasm was going to look (or feel) like, but you hadn’t been expecting that. 

For a moment, you just laid there, head still tucked under Charlie’s jaw as you both caught your breath, just feeling him breathe.

“That was pretty fun.” Charlie said. “It felt weird, but good weird.”

You sat up, rolling off him to sprawl out on the rest of the bed, his cock sliding out as easily as it had gone in. “Glad you liked it.” You said, letting yourself stretch out into a boneless heap. “For your first time ever, you were really good, Charlie.”

Charlie beamed at the praise, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You were definitely going to be doing that again.

#charlie slimecicle smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #dream smp smut #dream smp x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle smut #dsmp smut

[vampireloverz]

anonymous said: “hello! thought up more big brother bakugou thirst. u absolutely nailed the last one i died reading it. maybe this is a bit gross tho so ignore me if u want LMAO

big brother bakugou is a biiiit pissed about how easily you start hanging off kirishimas arms and how willing you are to give him attention.

Kiri always leaves random stuff at yours and katsukis house from all the times he sleeps over, so katsuki already has a pair of kiri's used boxers to shove in your face while he fucks you. talks about how disgusted kiri would be if he knew you had his boxers all over your face, even though hes the one doing it against your will. Katsuki is doing this to punish you but he revels in your pathetic humiliation anyways.

your big brother knows hes truly ruined his friend for you when the next time he comes over you cant even finish greeting him before your tears spill over and you lock yourself in your room for the rest of the night.”

sorry it took me so long to get to this!! im so glad you enjoyed my first blurb, both of these thirsts have been so yummy thank you 😵‍💫 i did change it up a bit slightly tho hehe

cw/tw: incest, dubcon, degradation + humiliation, sweat/scent kink, tbh this is just kinda nasty hdkxzbksjn

A good little sister like you takes care of your brother and his friends when they come home from the gym, washing their laundry and feeding them, you make sure they want for nothing. Today it’s just Kirishima and Bakugou, an easy day for you. You cheerily greet them hello as they walk through the door, handing off the protein shakes you’ve made for them in their preferred flavors. 

“I’m about to do some laundry, let me add your clothes to the load!” you say with a smile.

“Sometimes it’s like you’re his housewife, not his little sister,” Kirishima comments with a laugh before he takes a swig from his protein shake and gives you a little side hug.

“Kirishima, you stink!” you giggle, yet you don’t even push him away, you just playfully pinch your nose shut.

Your brother doesn’t even crack a smile at his best friend and his little sister sharing an innocent moment, he just tells Kirishima to hurry up and shower as he carries their duffel bags to the laundry area.

You dutifully follow your brother, telling Kirishima that there are clean towels in the linen closet over your shoulder. Bakugou drops the duffel bags on top of the dryer, unzipping his first to toss the dirty clothes into the washing machine when you open it. 

You nudge him away with your hip so you can take over, “You never unfold all the crumpled up clothes, Katsuki.”

“So what?” he grumbles, pressing himself to your back as you work.

You aren’t bothered, you just keep chugging along, “So you complain that your clothes are always wrinkled, but it’s your own fault!”

“Whatever,” he grunts and unzips Kirishima’s bag next. As you put the last of your bother’s clothes in the washing machine, Bakugou tosses a pair of Kirishima’s underwear over the top of the washer next, but when you make to grab it and throw it in the machine he grabs your wrist.

“Katsuki, wha—?”

“Why do you keep hangin’ off him when I’m right here, huh? Don’t like your big brother anymore?”

His hand on your wrist flexes as he bends you over, shoving your face into Kirishima’s underwear. You’re no stranger to the smell of a man— your brother always comes home soaked in sweat because of work— but Kirishima’s scent is unfamiliar, wrong since it doesn’t smell like your brother. The sour smell of Kirishima’s balls clinging to the fabric makes your nose wrinkle as you jerk your head backwards, too bad Bakugou doesn’t budge.

“Katsuki, it’s gross!” you squeal, pushing on the cold plastic of the washer to try and lift yourself off.

“Think he’d like to find you like this?” he chuckles against the back of your neck as his fingers find your clit over your underwear, “His best friend’s perverted little sister sniffin’ his dirty underwear. You’re so disgusting.”

You try to shake your head, but all it does is push your nose further into Kirishima’s dirty boxer briefs, “I’m not d-disgusting!” you hiccup lamely, “Please, Katsuki, stop!”

Bakugou doesn’t let you up, instead he just kisses your shoulder as his hips start rolling forward, dragging the quickly hardening length of his cock against your ass. You whine through gritted teeth, wanting to get your face out of the stinking underwear.

“Oh,” he groans, “Is the little perv getting off on this? I bet you’re so fucking wet, little girl.”

You can’t help the involuntary moan when he slips his hand past your panties and stuffs two fingers inside you to brutally stretch you out, “It’s ‘cause of you, n-not him!”

“Good girl,” Bakugou praises in a low growl as his fingers prod at the soft, sensitive spot inside you, “The sooner you remember this cunt is mine, the better.”

You feel tears leak out of your scrunched shut eyes, starting to soak the fabric of Kirishima’s underwear. You whine, squirming to get up while still pushing your hips back to get your brother’s fingers deeper inside you. You try not to take breaths that are too deep, your face still pressed against the pungent fabric of Kirishima’s boxer briefs, but you’re quickly ignoring it in favor of your brother getting you off.

“Wanna cum,” you mumble against the underwear, “Please, make me cum.”

Your brother finally lets you up, knocking Kirishima’s underwear to the floor as he places you onto the washing machine, one hand pushing your legs apart as the other frees his cock from his gym shorts. He takes a moment to rip your panties off, not wanting anything in the way as he claims you.

“I’ll make you cum, little girl, ‘course I will,” he looms over you, pushing the fat head of his cock into you as you press your nose into the juncture of his shoulder and neck, “I’ve gotta fill your little head with only me.”

You moan at the scent of his sweat, at the scent of your big brother, so sweet and fiery and familiar it makes your mouth fill with saliva as he starts to fuck you. You cling to him and let out soft, hushed noises each time his hips meet yours, you’re trying to keep quiet so Kirishima doesn’t hear but your brother seems to want the opposite. He groans loud and deep like an animal, it feels like he’s fucking you with the intent to make noise— suddenly you feel like a toy a jealous child is claiming as his, but, somehow, you like it.

“Gonna make you smell like me,” Bakugou grunts into your ear, “Inside and out, gonna make sure everyone knows who the fuck you belong to, my pretty little pervert.”

You manage to gasp out a feeble, “Katsuki!” as the heat coiling low in your gut suddenly snaps. Your cunt pulses around his cock as he follows you into orgasm, pumping you full of thick, almost overwhelming warmth. 

You both come down slowly, trading heated kisses as you both blink away the daze of orgasm. You can feel your legs shake as his cock slips out, but he keeps you pinned to the appliance for a minute more, peppering your jaw and collar with kisses and gentle bites. But when Bakugou lets you up, you’re mortified to see Kirishima in the doorway. He has one hand pressed over his mouth like he can hide the blush crawling all the way down to his chest and shoulders, the towel around his waist has an obvious tent in the front. 

Bakugou helps you off the washer, the moment you’re on your feet you turn and hide your face in his chest, too ashamed to face Kirishima. Bakugou gently spanks your ass and you blink away embarrassed tears as your brother drags you past Kirishima and into the bathroom.

“C’mon,” Bakugou says to you with a smirk, not at all ashamed of how his cum and yours is visibly dripping down the front of his gym shorts, “Now you need a shower too.”

#tumblr deleted the original draft so thank goodness i saved your ask! <3 #tw incest #tw dubcon #bakugou 🧡 #📝 — bnha #💒.mini

[starcloud-nova]

Favorite fics by some of your buddies on Tumblr and Discord?

God nonnie. You fucked up big time. You underestimated just how hard I can appreciate my friends. I’d like to formally apologize for how long and in-depth this got, but I would pick a stopping point and then go ‘oh! but i cant leave out so-and-so’ and then this got mega out of hand.

Organized by author and not genre! And if I didn’t include any of your works (or I did and it was not the one you wanted), please, don’t take it personally. I am trusting everyone who comes across this post to read the tags themselves, but for two of the fics I have left TWs in front of them.

Cassia’s fics:

Internet Enemies by @cassiopeia721 (x)

At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.

hypnic jump

Izuku finds himself somewhere he doesn't recognize in an oversized green jumpsuit with a hero he's never seen at his back. He's pretty sure he's dreaming, and subsequent events only solidify that theory into rock-solid certainty.

Paradigm Shift (Harry Potter)

Harry undergoes a paradigm shift at the beginning of his fifth year. (Slytherin Harry)

~~~

Kestrel’s fics:

Compass by @autisticmidoriyas (x)

Midoriya Izuku never had the chance to become a hero—or even to grow up. Fifteen years after his death, Akatani Izuku tries to save the life of a dying hero and in return receives a target painted on his back and a power humming in his bones.

All Might, Sir Nighteye, Ground Zero, Suneater, and Skyquake are left scrambling in the wake of Lemillion’s death to figure out who now holds One For All.

Intertwined with all this, the League of Villains’ war against Japan burns on. With the loss of Lemillion, the advantage is now theirs, and with the loss of One For All, victory is all-but-assured.

(What the villains don’t know is that One For All lives on in the blood of a boy who was always meant to be a hero.)

triskelion

A few seconds, and their lives—their life—is changed forever. Where three people used to exist, there is now only one.

While visiting the mall with their class, Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto are the victims of someone whose quirk can fuse together objects … and people.

Permanently.

Facing down the fact that they may never be unfused, a long adjustment period lies ahead of them as they learn how to be themself and figure out where they fit into their families, their class, and their world.

the meaning of hope

One day, the smoke will reach its end. They hold out hope for that. Even with quirks, fires cannot burn forever. They will consume all their fuel, until there is nothing left, and they will wither and die.

~~~

Lilly’s fics:

Rise of the Rat Finks by Authoress_Lilly

“You're not in trouble Neito. You’ve been tapped to join The Rats.”

The boy blinks. “The what?”

Vlad opens up a folder and hands Monoma a flyer and a small pin in the shape of a rat. “It’s a sort of secret society here at UA.

Or: an excuse to put Monoma and Midoriya together in way too many words 😅

The Root to Villainy

Prompt: Izuku doesn't realize how fucked up his past was until Aizawa does an immersive class on villain origins.

Whoops?

~~~

Dance’s fics:

Never Take Your Problem Children To Costco by DanceInTheKitchen

“SECURE THE EGGS! I REPEAT SECURE THE EGGS!” Bakugou bellowed.

“YES SIR! AYE AYE SIR!” Izuku saluted.

Shouta is staring at his students, one of whom seems to be reenacting the Lion King with a carton of eggs while the other salutes him, and wonders. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this?? Past him must have committed some great sin, like putting sugar in his coffee, or being a dog person.

 Or, Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya walk into a Costco.

grow as we go

The dorms were silent, but out here in the open air, she felt both isolated and free. Isolated from the world, but free from the responsibility crushing her, isolated from her friends and family, but free from judgement. Up here, with only the stars and Iida as company, Momo felt like she could breathe.

They sat next to each other in silence, watching the stars silently crawl their way across the sky. Iida doesn’t break the silence, but he also doesn’t leave. It’s a silent promise, to listen if she needs it, or to keep her company if she doesn’t want to speak. It’s comforting.

She’s not sure when she speaks, it’s somewhere between staring up at the stars, and looking at the shiny dew covering the grass of the hills behind UA.

“I’m not ready.”

 Or, with graduation right around the corner, Momo has a conversation with Iida about what growing up means.

~~~

Azure’s fics:

A Helping Hand for All by azureskyy

Izuku doesn't know why everyone's talking about a certain hero analyst online. He's tried browsing through the forums and other sites, but he just can't find the person they're talking about.

Maybe he'll ask them later. For now, he has some analysis to do.

Or: Izuku is a well-known hero and quirk analyst across multiple social media platforms.

Not that he's aware of it, of course.

A Missed Chance

Two paths cross then diverge. In another universe, perhaps, they could have walked on the same path; they could have talked for the second time that day, and Izuku could have been given an opportunity that could change his entire life. And maybe, just maybe, he would have taken it.

But this isn’t that universe.

Or: What if All Might wasn't able to find Izuku after the Sludge Villain Incident?

~~~

Alice’s fics:

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @makeitbluue (x)

“Did you think you’d be safe from me forever? That you could chip away at my power base and I would not care or try to hunt you down?” The man asks as he steps forwards.

Izuku scrambles backwards in his bed, searching the covers as he goes for his phone. If he can get a text off to All Might or Aizawa-sensei he can alert people to the potential danger.

But even as he moves, something in the back of his mind tells him he had heard this voice before. A different time, a different context, but the same voice.

~~~

Ely’s fics:

bend and break by @queenangst (x)

In a world where you can feel your soulmate's pain, Eijirou spends a lot of his life up until meeting his soulmate hurting.

draw and quarter

In District Twelve, no one volunteers.

When Aizawa Shouta’s name is called, no one says a word. He stands there for a moment, feeling all the world slow around him, and then he straightens his shoulders and walks to his death.

He will die fighting. At the very least, Shouta can promise that.

Shouta's name is drawn for the Hunger Games, alongside Shirakumo Oboro. No one from their district has ever won.

damage control

After All for One's defeat, Aizawa Shouta is grasping for ways to protect his students. At the same time, a discrepancy in Midoriya's behavior leads Shouta down a dangerous line of investigation and to a single question: if Midoriya is the U.A. traitor.

Between the Wind and the Water

Staying at U.A. for winter break, Izuku hopes it'll be a quiet chance to spend the holidays with Todoroki and supervising teachers All Might and Aizawa-sensei.

It's just his luck a gift-shopping trip turns into a gift from a villain, and Izuku's new Half-Cold, Half-Hot Quirk is not so easy to control. Neither are the secrets he's been carefully keeping.

a glimpse of tomorrow (looking back)

Subject: Aldera Time Capsule Ceremony Forwarded Message— This year marks ten years for the Aldera Middle School graduating class of 20XX.To celebrate, we would like to invite pro heroes Kingpin and Deku, Aldera alumni, to participate in a public time-capsule opening. We are incredibly proud to have helped them on their journeys to becoming heroes, and would be most honored to receive them as guests and for them to speak at the ceremony. [...]

"Well," Deku says, leaning over to turn the monitor towards him. His eyes flick over the contents of the email one more time. "If they haven't changed, then I guess we could return the favor."

Ten years down the line, Bakugou and Midoriya are invited to a time capsule ceremony at their middle school to read letters from their past selves, and look back on their past and how it shaped their future. For anyone else, it would have been a celebration.

For the two of them, it's an opportunity.

A look into Bakugou and Midoriya's past—through a future neither of them imagined—as pro heroes, agency partners, and friends.

of the mighty heart

It was just complicated. Kacchan had changed. Izuku had changed. What was between them was constant—Kacchan was always there—but even constants, Izuku supposed, could change, too.

...You saved me, sometimes you say Deku and it doesn’t sound so much like an insult, you say it like you mean it, you say it like you mean me.

After the war ends and the dust settles, Izuku is left in pain and feeling useless. There's still so much to do and people to save, and it's just... too much for one person.

And then there's Kacchan.

~~~

Fawn’s fics:

Bough Breaks by @fawnvelveteen (x) (trigger warning for discussion of rape/noncon)

In life, nothing is certain. Pro-heroes aren’t always the good guys. Children are not spared from the darkest realms of humanity. Izuku isn't acting like his normal self at school lately, and his homeroom teacher has taken notice. After learning about the mother’s new, unwelcomed boyfriend, Aizawa’s concern shifts into dread. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep his student away from harm.

Almost Moon (trigger warning for suicide) (Black Clover)

It was always at night. One of Noelle's squadmates, apparently, believes it's a good idea to walk across the rooftop, directly over her head while she is trying to get some sleep. Finally, she decides to confront the nighttime nuisance. What she discovers is something she never expected, nor did she wish to see.

~~~

Nez’s fics:

The True Successor by @neko-nez (x)

Toshinori is caught in a time loop.

~~~

Aodh’s fics:

new game + (the pros of being over-leveled, the catharsis of finally beating That One Boss, and a bonus social link) by @takeyamayuu (x)

Izuku hasn’t been noticed yet, being as far from the fight as he is. Or if he has, they’re dismissing him in favor of the larger threat of Aizawa-sensei. As they should, since he takes out the last one with a well placed kick, turning to face Shigaraki,

Izuku tenses, this is-

This is where his teacher’s arm is injured and then-

The Nomu.

One for All spikes to around fifty percent, his muscles stinging, bones creaking as Izuku darts forward, aiming for Shigaraki’s head with an axe-kick.

Second year Midoriya Izuku gets hit with a Quirk, skids into the USJ, and learns a little about self-care along the way.

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Ghost’s fics:

fingerpaint bruises and a kick in the teeth by @ghoststrawberries (x)

There’s a sour taste in Shouta’s mouth as he stares at Jackrabbit’s bright smile. The smile he’s wearing in every clear photo of him. It somewhat reminds Shouta of All Might’s smile.

Jackrabbit might be a menace to the Commission, but there’s no way Shouta can believe that a man with that smile is anything less than good to his core.

“And I’m your last resort to handle this quietly.” He says knowingly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Precisely.”

Shouta’s gut response is to refuse.

The words “I don’t kill.” are halfway up his throat before they become stuck.

As an underground hero, sometimes Shouta Aizawa is called upon to do darker jobs than one might expect a hero to have to do. This time, when he's tasked with taking out a vigilante who's managed to bother the Hero Public Safety Commission one too many times, he's not sure he'll be able to follow through.

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Amira’s fics:

And Now I See Daylight by @awake-my-oceans (x)

AnalysisOverload Current mood: HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON

AnalysisOverload reblogged AnalysisOverload  Okay, let’s talk HeroCon. 

Look around, and you’ll see a lot of discrimination—against people whose Quirk is debilitating, against people whose Quirks scare us, against people who have trouble controlling their Quirk, against people who don’t have a Quirk at all. It’s easy to feel alone in a sea of discrimination.

Enter HeroCon:X.

A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel

“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”

Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.

Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“

That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.

“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”

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Aaaaaand that’s all I got. Thanks for making it to the end!

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[belovedbangtan]

Alone Together | Christian Yu

Pairing: Christian Yu x Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Language, drinking, protected sex, dom!christian, sub!reader.

Description: Its not very often you see guys that look like him in your small town. When he expresses his interest in you, things get hot and heavy quick. Is it just a one night stand, or something more?

I fidgeted with the empty shot glass in front of me, as I swiveled from left to right on my bar stool. I let out a sigh that was a bit too over dramatic. The bartender shot me a concerned look, before pouring me another one. I lifted the shot of tequila to my lips feeling it sink down my throat burning in such a unique way. I slam the glass down wincing as I put the lime in my mouth biting it between my teeth and keeping it there for a moment. The sound of the bells on the door ring and quickly pull me out of my daze. I look towards the door to see a group of guys walk in. They were all dressed way too nice to be from here. They must have been visiting. As I was analyzing the men walking through the door, one caught my eye specifically. He had tattoo’s for days, littering his arms and chest. His hair dark and wavy, bouncing as he walked. His eyes were the prettiest brown I’ve ever seen, and his smile was killer.

Before I could catch myself gawking at him, he caught me. He raised his eyebrows with a head nod. I smile and instantly wanted to punch myself realizing the lime peel was still in my mouth. This guy thinks I’m a lunatic. Tony, the bartender, walks over to the table asking what they wanted, not bothering to I.D them since they all look of age. I rolled my eyes, in a bar this small it was bound to happen. I watch Tony begin making the drinks. I sit up a little taller and I swivel my chair to the right making it easier to steal glances at the table. My eyes wander to the tattooed Adonis and his eyes are looking right back at me, a smirk gracing his lips. I quickly look away, biting my lip. The bartender walks the drinks over to the table and I hear a quick conversation happen then he goes back to making a drink. A rum and coke… what I drink. Then I watch as he walks it over and slides it in front of me. I look at him confused.

“Tony, I really don’t need free drinks, I can pay,” I insist, grabbing my wallet. I came in pretty frequently since I lived two buildings down. He took care of me way too often.

“It’s already taken care of,” Tony winks at me and points to the table of men behind me.

I nod my head slowly turning my stool to see the table. I look up and the brown haired boy is smirking at me raising his drink in the air. His friend next to him elbowing him and saying something that made him blush. I smiled and mouthed thank you, before turning my stool and sipping from my new drink. I started to talk to Tony, he eventually asked if I wanted another tequila shot. I smiled and nodded gratefully. Just as I was about to take my shot, his tattooed arm appears next to me.

“Can I have one, too, please?” He asks Tony. Just when you think he cant possibly get any more attractive, his Australian accent punches you in the gut.

I smile up at him. “Put it on my tab Tony,” I say licking my hand and pouring salt onto the wet spot.

“Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay for their drinks,” He says holding out his hand for me to shake.

“Christian, you can call me Ian though,” His huge tattooed hand enveloping my own.  

“Well this pretty girl, doesn’t like that rule,” I say winking at him, before clinking his shot glass to your own and shooting it back.

I suck the lime and I put the peel into the glass.

“You should have kept it in your mouth, that was a really good look for you,” He says sarcastically.

I laugh at him, instantly blushing but impressed by his sense of humor.

“I’m Y/N, Ian. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” He says glancing back at his table, noticing that they’re all really into whatever conversation they’re having. So he gets comfortable next to me.

“So… you’re from here?” He asks, trying to make things less awkward.

“Mhm, born and raised. Unfortunately,” I joke taking my drink to my lips.

“So why are you at this small bar all alone?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Well.. if you must know. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and this small bar because I can walk home from here,” I bite my lip, wondering if the tequila is making me feel a little too comfortable around him.

“Messy break-up? How are you handling it?” He asked gently rubbing my arm, which I enjoyed.

“Uhm… he cheated on me... a lot. No. He was a piece of shit. I’m just an idiot for not leaving sooner,” I ramble looking away from him. I really was okay. I didn’t want him to think I was bull shitting him.

“Well I can assure you, that you weren’t the idiot in that situation. He was. You’re gorgeous,” He confirms smirking at me, blush rising in his cheeks and mine.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I just have too much going on to be in a relationship.” I sighed taking a long sip of my drink.

He laughs next to me. “I understand the feeling,��� He agrees.

We talk for a while, bonding over our anxieties. I could listen to him talk for hours. Passion lacing his voice when he talked about his family and friends, and the things he loves to do. Genuine wonder on his face when he asked about my own. It had been so long since I had, had a good conversation with someone like that and honestly, there was something so damn sexy about it.  

I feel his eyes on mine, I was so overwhelmed by his presence. Everything about it. From the way he looked to the way he talked and all of the mannerisms in-between. His eyes flick down to my lips as I stick my tongue out to wet them. I watch his Adams apple bob as he watched closely. I wasn’t until this moment that I realized how close we were to each other, and how many people had left the bar. I took a deep breath in, scooting back and standing from my stool. He watched cautiously as I excused myself to the bathroom. I glance down at my phone. 1 am. I had been talking to him for 2 hours.

I excused myself to the bathroom. Once I was there I start to analyze myself in the mirror. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it somewhat.  I wiped my eyes, and re-applied my lip gloss. Realizing very quickly that I was way drunker than I anticipated. I took a deep breath opening the door to the bathroom. Looking up instantly greeted by Ian leaning against the wall opposite me. Smirking down at me with the rosiest cheeks of them all, I guess he had a few too many too.

I grin up at him, as he slowly pushes himself off of the wall and closer to me. I walk backwards until my back hits the wall next to me, he boxes me in. One of his arms leaning on the wall just next to my head and the other slowly moving my hair behind my ear. Our breathing was heavy, and rushed. I slowly looked up at him, biting my lip knowing that once I made eye contact, I was fucked.

As soon as I did, his lips captured mine. Needy and passionate all at once. His lips fit between mine perfectly. His tongue peaks out to swipe across my lower lip, and I involuntarily moan in response. Taking his lower lip and trapping it between my teeth gently tugging. He pulls back, breathing so heavy, smiling down at me.

“Now, Just so were clear. I thought about doing this before I was drinking,” He chuckles before pulling me back to his lips. I smile into the kiss, making him laugh harder. He moves to my neck and starts placing kisses all along my jawline and under my ear. His hands grabbing my waist, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles along my hip bones. I moan into his ear, pulling him in closer by his shirt. We both jumped apart being interrupted by someone coughing to get our attention. Our heads turning towards the sound.

“Guys I’m closing up… so….” Tony politely tells us to get a room. We both straighten ourselves up before rounding the corner and seeing his group. Even though they knew damn well what was happening. Most of his friends are gone already but two are still waiting for him. He walks up to them, whispering something. They nod and gather their things and head for the door as he walks back over to me.

I put my coat on and go to pay my tab, only to be told its already been taken care of. I roll my eyes as I turn to look at him. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders at me. So I just shook my head and let it be.

“I’d like to walk you home if that’s okay.” He mumbles, stacking our empty glasses to make things easier on Tony.

“I guess that’s okay,” I smirk at him before telling Tony good night and heading for the door.

The wind was cold but the alcohol still coursed through my veins, warming me from the inside. Ian holds his arm out to me and I lace mine through it.

“You’re something special, Y/N” he announces, nudging me as we walked slowly to my place.

I nudged him back earning a throaty laugh, “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Seriously, so down to earth, and fucking hot. Doesn’t get better than that.”

We walk up the stairs and I start to put in my key, he pauses unsure of what to do.

“Do you… want to come inside?”

“Yes. I do.” His cheeks getting even rosier, if that was possible.

We walk upstairs and I unlock the door, letting him walk in first. I turn around to lock the door, starting to tell him that I’m sorry if It’s a mess, but before I could get a word out he was there, pushing me against the wall.

His lips finding mine again. His hands cupping my face as his moves from side to side, kissing me from every angle. He moves back looking down at me, lust swirling through his eyes.

“I… uhm… are you okay with this?” He asks me looking serious for a moment.

I giggle, pulling his lips to mine, and kissing him hard. “Mhmm.” I mumble in the kiss.

His hands slide down my sides, then to the back side of my body. Slowly over my ass before grabs each cheek hard, making me moan into our kiss. He smiles as his hands make their way down to my thighs. He bends down slightly, and effortlessly picks me up. I feel his hard on pressing against me, I buck my hips against him needing the friction. This time making him moan into my mouth, making me smirk into our kiss. He starts walking me down my hallway. He finds a door and opens it walking into my bathroom, he instantly sets me down. His confused face making me realize that he had no fucking clue where he was going. I looked around, and looked back at him. We instantly both started dying of laughter.

“Down the hall, to the left.” I mumbled biting my lip, trying to keep from laughing any more.

“That’s helpful, thanks.” He laughs, bending over and lifting me up by my knees and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal as he spanks my ass, heading to the bedroom. Once there he reaches the bed and throws me onto it. I inch backwards, as he crawls on top of me. He pushes me down onto the bed, attacking my neck with his lips. Sucking and kissing, I was sure I would be covered in hickeys. His hand slowly finds its way under my shirt, sliding up and down my side. He pulled back to look down my body, I took the opportunity to push him flat on the bed. He lays on his back pulling me on top of him. My legs straddling his hips, he sits up pulling me as close as possible. Wrapping his arms around my waist as I grind into his hard on. His lips still marking their territory on my neck.

“I figured,” He breathes between the kisses he’s placing on my neck, “If we were both going to spend the night alone,” He pulls back finally kissing my lips once again, “we could be alone together.”

I smile into our kiss, his way with words had me reeling, I moan into his mouth telling him that I agreed whole heartedly. I reach down in between us as his teeth tug at my bottom lip, hungrily undoing the button on his jeans. As he starts to catch on I lift myself from his lap as he quickly slides his pants off. I sat back down, sliding his cock through my wetness.

“Fuck you’re so wet already,” He moaned into my ear instantly making me wetter. I reach into the nightstand at my bedside find a gold foil package. I rip open the packaging and I slide the condom onto him. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I slowly slid myself onto his swollen cock. I bite my lip hard as I watch his head fall back and his mouth hang open. My breathing quickens as I start to pick up my pace, finally adjusting to his size. His hands take purchase on my ass, grabbing as much as he could and pulling before he spanked the same spot.

“Feels… so fucking good,” I gasp as I rock my body back and forth rapidly, feeling myself getting closer to the edge.

“Mm, you’re close,” His lips find my nipples and start to suck gently before biting them, making me moan in pain and ecstasy, “not yet though, I want you on your knees,” he rasped, his voice dominant and strong and I instantly did as I was told. I pulled myself off of his cock, moaning in disappointment as I lose the feeling. I bend over in front of him on the bed, as he watches with lust filling his eyes. Something about his demeanor had changed and it was sexier than ever.

“Such a good girl,” He purred as he positioned himself behind me, his hand coming down hard on my ass once again making me scream in pleasure. He finally got close enough for him to slide his cock into me again, making me moan his name.

He starts slow, pulling my hips back towards him. I slowly start to slam my ass backwards onto him telling him I need more, as I do I hear an evil chuckle come from his lips.

“You need more, baby girl?” He asks as his hand glides up my spine, creating goosebumps all over.

“Yes please,” I whine, as my head gets buried farther into the mattress. His hand reaches the nape of my neck and I feel his fingers gently grabbing the messy pony tail at the back of my head. He tugs gently on the pony tail at first, making my back arch and my head pull backwards. Once he hears me moan he pulls harder and starts to slam his cock into me. The sounds of skin slapping skin, and my breathless moans fill the dark room.

His hand finds my shoulder as he pulls me back to him, so that my back was flesh against his chest. His cock still thrusting in and out quickly. His hands reach around my body, his right hand slides down to my clit and his left hand lightly wraps around my throat. As his fingers dance along my clit, I start to shake as he holds me still against him. His hand tightens around my throat as he moans into my ear.

“Cum for me Princess,” he begs into my ear as his fingers on my clit quicken, “cum all over this cock,” He demands, as I feel my muscles start to tighten around him. He feels it too because I hear his moans get louder. He pushes me down in front of him, grabbing my hips as he starts sliding himself as deep as possible. The change in position instantly bringing me to the edge.

I start to scream as I feel myself start to unhinge around him. He moans loud, as I feel his cock start to twitch, then I feel his thrust start to stagger as he finds his release too.

Sweaty and tired we both collapse onto the bed, he excused himself to bathroom so that he could clean himself up. As he does that I take the opportunity to put shorts and a t-shirt on. I stand at my dresser looking into the mirror that sits on top, brushing my hair. The alcohol that had made me confidant was slowly fading, and I started to wonder what was next.

Before I could start over thinking the situation, Christian came back in the room clutching a glass of water, handing it to me. He went back over to the bed and sat down, his feet over the side touching the floor. His boxers clung tight to his thighs and I could help but stare at the way his abdominal muscles flexed with every movement.

“Like what you see?” He giggles as he lays back on the bed, using his forearms to hold him up.

I raised my eye brows and nodded as I walked over to him, I could feel the rosy tint covering my cheeks. I placed myself between his knees looking down at him. His eyes slowly traveled up my body slowly, making my body warm once again. He slowly sat up then swiftly wrapped one arm under my legs and the other around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He moved my legs so that I was straddling him.

He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I started to lower my head closer to his, he grinned when he realized I was moving in for a kiss. He quickly slid his hand to the back of my head to pull me down to him quicker. His lips were on mine once again, but slower this time. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, but in a different way than before.

Finally he pulled away, so that he could leave wet kisses down my neck. Every touch was electrifying. We had already had sex but every touch was so addicting, I needed more of him.

“So,” He rasps between kisses, “you think I could sleep over?” his eyes peak up at me as he continues to peck my body.

My fingers playing with the short hair at the back of his head gently, “Mhm, I think so.”

He tongue jets out to wet his bottom lip slowly, and I have to remind myself to inhale.

As I push him down to the bed, much more intimate than the first time, I get the feeling that this isn’t just a one night stand.

And I’m definitely okay with that.

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A/N: I know its not BTS but Christian has me feeling some typa way recently! Hopefully you enjoyed it! Dont forget that request are always open, and I LOVE feedback of any kind!

#christian yu #dprian #christian yu imagine #christian yu smut #christian yu fluff #christian yu x reader #christian yu x y/n

[soukokuwu]

"requests are closed??" that cannot stop me because i cant read!! ** URGENT ** power couple comfort needed asap chuuya is the diplomat for the inheritor of a newly departed yokohama media moguls empire who agrees to fold the power of the company to moricorp so long as chuuya agrees to a date yah i need this like stat plz

THE OTHER HALF.

✢ genre. fluff ✢ pairing. chuuya x reader ✢ synopsis. you’re going to inherit your father’s media empire, and mori wants in. his ticket? chuuya. ✢ author notes. an urgent request? you got it! in 2 days ehehe i just hope you like this <3

He stares at the pristine white on the walls of the lavishly decorated office corridors. It suits their reputation. Nothing fits the reigning media mogul of Yokohama like grandeur. He would normally express some sort of distaste for how much of these… beautifications are unnecessary, but Mori had already warned him: it is imperative to get on their good side. Political reasons, he added. As if the mafia doesn’t have enough political influence already.

Although why, of all people, he chose to send NAKAHARA CHUUYA as Port Mafia’s representative to head the meeting, Chuuya himself doesn’t know. A cold-blooded, hot-headed vessel of destruction.

Yes, very plausible, very sensible, he thinks.

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm.

Mori always had his reasons for every decision he made. Some are possibly very fucked up, but even Chuuya admits his manipulation tactics and puzzle-piecing skills rival that of Dazai’s. So he never questions his boss’s decisions. At least, not to his face. He just wonders what is hiding behind this certain choice (of making Chuuya go to the meeting, alone) and how twisted it could be.

Cruising through the halls makes him realise just how much he’d hate it if he was a normal human with a normal, boring desk job. The rooms he passes by, with their glass windows and deceiving transparency, are all full of people either typing away on their keyboards or speaking into phones with some sort of urgency. Yikes. No thanks, he would much rather work with violence and be on the frontlines than man a desk at a mediocre job with less-than-satisfactory pay.

The redhead guesses that they’re going to take him to the boardroom (which incidentally, he thinks, is quite an appropriate name for a meeting room — rigid, stiff, flat — full of smiles that are painted on and the chatter of mindless opinions crafted only to cater to the ones who matter. If that’s an indication of anything to come, Chuuya is already dreading it.) After all, they had scheduled a meeting for discussions with the director on future possibilities of working with the mafia.

Chuuya does admit though, it would be very useful to have the media on their side. Not only digital, but print as well. The possibility to spread propaganda and cover up crimes. This company has it, and Mori is hungry, eager to take over. (Or at least, to establish dominance over them.) Maybe that’s why he chose the gravity manipulator. To make them comply with the threat of crushing them with his brute force should they refuse. It’s harsh. Not that he would mind if it comes to that. There’s a certain satisfaction, a certain kick, he gets out of seeing everyone before him cower in fear.

Because it means he’s in control.

And Chuuya loves being in control. After all, he controls the very things that holds everyone in its grip — gravity.

Ironically, though. What he doesn’t have control over is his own feelings. Mostly unpleasant. A temper so fiery and an impulse so unexpected. Today, though, there is a turn of events. Because as he turns the corner to enter the boardroom, he spots a pair of eyes on him, observing him shrewdly.

No, it isn’t yours. But your father’s.

Wrinkled face wrinkles up even more as they eye him from head to toe, expressing obvious displeasure in the form of tuts and a deepening frown. Chuuya can just tell from how the man wears an expensive tailored suit — probably from a high end luxury brand that Chuuya can’t even pronounce properly — and how his tie is tightened so firmly against his neck that he probably always has a stick up his ass.

But a whiff of something… refreshing skips pass his nostrils and all the hostility from seeing the director disintegrates into — what is this? Chuuya can’t even tell, another irritating reminder he doesn’t understand his own emotions all that well.

And that, that is when he first lays eyes on you.

If you’re wondering, no, it’s not that cinematic moment where you walk in and he’s immediately blinded by the light you bring with you thanks to that invisible halo you carry on your head. Chuuya sees the world through anything but rose-tinted glasses. He is captivated by you though, somehow. Maybe it’s the way you stride in so confidently, with your blazer fitted against your body tightly — not too tight — you don’t want to give off ‘sexy’ vibes, do you? Not in the office. No, you just radiate some show of ‘proper’ and ‘togetherness’ that other ladies must be envious of. Or so it seems to him, at least. Then he wonders again, maybe it’s the way you so nonchalantly brush past him, your shoulder nudging against his, not a care in the world for who he is.

He thinks he’s got his reasoning, a feasible enough reason of why he’s intrigued — you’re young, you’re sexily sophisticated (he just knows you are), and to be a part of this meeting, you must have a sort of… power, so to say.

And then you just have to, don’t you? You just have to take a seat on that chair (in an angle that seems to cater perfectly to Chuuya), cross your legs just enough so your skirt rides up your thigh high enough to leave him wanting to see more, but not enough to be considered as a bold move of seduction. The kicker? That smirk you wear when you realise that he’s staring. He always hated that expression; the one that other people wear out of the satisfaction of their triumph. Especially when it’s against him. But then why does he think he can look at yours forever?

Not even five minutes into the ‘discussion’ and Chuuya already finds out you’re the director’s daughter, the one who would inherit the company very soon. (He fails to properly listen to the reason why because his focus starts to fixate on you, the surrounding all melding into one — the sights, the sounds.) To which you respond with batting your eyelashes at the redhead and wearing an innocent smile yet at the same time being shrouded in an air of… mystery.

The debate on just how much of the empire that Port Mafia would control in the future is not quite a negotiation. If they want to, then they can just force the director’s hand, maybe kidnap his daughter — Chuuya glances briefly toward you before focusing back on your father and the tablet (apparently the company made a sort of presentation that Chuuya can say he frankly doesn’t give a shit about) — but no. Even now, he thinks, he doesn’t want anyone to lay a hand on you. Besides, if your current behaviour is any indication, even if the mafia does come after you, you won’t be scared. You look just like the kind of person who always has something up her sleeve. You must take after your father.

“On that note, I will be leaving the final decision up to my wonderful young lady here.”

That manages to bring Chuuya back to his senses.

What? The old man is leaving such an important decision in his daughter’s hands?

Chuuya breathes in deeply. Stay level-headed. He’s got this, he tries to convince himself. Notwithstanding that he has made it this far only because of the training Kouyou’s given him on the art of appeasing old uncles and kissing their ass so that they give him what he wants.

Guess Mori isn’t as thorough as Chuuya thinks he is.

“Now, you can focus on me.”

Right on cue. As soon as the director leaves.

Look at that, he was right. You are confident. You are smug. You are observant. And annoyingly enough, you are in control. Because to do his job properly, he has to act like he’s wrapped around your finger. (He fails to realise he already is.)

Chuuya clenches his jaw, his brain failing to function in this pivotal moment, failing to filter any kind of acceptable responses. So he stays silent, mind going a thousand miles an hour just trying to form words, sentences, yet drawing a blank. And any normal person in your position would have spoken up by now, but you? You’re reeling in his inexplicability, silently. Observing him as though he’s an animal trapped in a glass cage for all to admire.

You lean back against your chair, the padded back bending backwards to support your weight. Your arms are crossed over your chest and the smirk has not left your face. If anything, it gets wider. Neither of you give in. You both keep your gaze locked on each other, and the silence grows on him. The comfort sneaks up on him. It’s weird. Is he dreaming it? Is he being delusional? Why is that he feels that with you, more is said through your silence than words? If so, being under your carefully appraising eye would be an honour.

Chuuya thinks, no no, he knows, he hears you muttering under your breath. He wants to retort, but words don’t find him. Only silence and stillness.

But it doesn’t last any second longer because you scoff in amusement and grab the paperwork regarding the partnership off the spot your father has left behind. Your eyes don’t leave his cerulean ones though. It’s almost as though you’re hyper-focused on him. Or is it the other way around? Maybe it’s mutual?

You do eventually break the stare though, to turn your back and walk out the door, but not before you stop at the edge, bidding goodbye with a lopsided smile and a “Park Hotel, 8pm, seventieth floor.”

Four hours seemed like a lot of time to prepare.

Seemed.

It isn’t.

Because now, at 7.56pm, Chuuya is still staring nervously at himself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom. A flurry of thoughts occupy his state of mind.

Is my tie okay? It’s not lopsided, is it? He thinks about your lopsided smile as he adjusts the black tie set against his red dress shirt. His black coat is replaced by a black fitted blazer. Then he wonders if you’re still in your work outfit.

Damn it, why can’t he get you out of his mind?

You’re a necessary ally, he thinks. That’s why, he convinces himself. Although, not really. If you are just another job, another person the Port Mafia needs to brainwash, then why is he so nervous about this date? His hands freeze in their motions as he questions himself.

Is this what it is? A date?

By 7.59pm he’s up on the seventieth floor, and the moment he steps out of the elevator, an usher tells him to follow. Wow. Having an already established media empire the moment you were born must have been a big bonus for you, hasn’t it? Chuuya imagines you’re spoiled; you’ve lived your whole life with the lavish luxury you currently stand to inherit now. But he gives you due credit. For your father to entrust the dealings of the Port Mafia to you, you must be very capable. Not that he has ever thought otherwise.

In the short hour that he had interacted with you earlier, he knows you’re anything but a bimbo. But you must have thought he was similar to one, huh? What with him being speechless over nothing.

Once he reaches the private room, he’s greeted by you already seated, right leg crossed over your left, fingers flipping through the menu, unfazed by his arrival. The door shuts behind him, and it’s back to this air of oppressed silence. Chuuya slowly glides over to his seat across from you, eating you up from your head down to your little tippy toes. You are less covered up now, your office suit giving way to a remarkably eye-catching black maxi, although he does admit, what catches his eye is that slit that runs up your thigh.

Now, now, you look sexy.

When he settles down, he notices the agreement from this afternoon sitting by the edge of the glass table, all complete save for his and your signatures. The numbers 70 and 30 briefly register in his head. The former, of course, rightfully belonging under you. He furrows his brows. That’s twenty percent lower than what Mori is expecting. How can he negotiate with you, then? What more can he bargain with?

But as he looks up from the document to you, you’re already observing him, wearing a flirty (with a side of smug, as he expects) smile on those lips of yours.

“There’s always a price to pay, Mr. Nakahara.”

Chuuya is slightly baffled. The other workers in your office are boring and own a one-track mind. But evidently you don’t belong in the same group as them.

Is this a game to you?

“Name it.” He does want to know what you’re seeking from him, and he knows he’s not nearly as witty enough to figure it out on his own.

You never give anything away easily though. Chuuya learned that much. Instead of giving answers you lean back on your seat, just as you did earlier, and revert your attention back to the menu.

“So, you are capable of speaking to women after all, huh?”

The rest of the dinner is filled with conversations that don’t pertain to what it should. Instead of discussing the deal, he gets sidetracked, oddly intrigued by what you personally find fascinating. Chuuya remembers that first wave of pleasant surprise wash across your face when he asks about what you like, what you do outside of work. You know, the common exchange. But it must slip his mind that you aren’t used to ‘clients’ taking an interest in you, as a person.

Neither of you realise the abrupt change in the tone of the evening. You both kind of just ease into it.

Chuuya memorises what you tell him; how you actually like what little time you have outside of work; how you talk about books as your escape, the way your favourite author’s name rolls off your tongue so easily even though it’s a foreign name. He notes how your eyes sparkle when he pays you a compliment about how your brain works instead of the usual comments you receive on your appearance. He also loves how you talk just that little bit faster when you’re excited about a topic.

But he also learns how your smile is forced when you talk about your family, or anything remotely related to your work. He notices how you bite your lip when you talk about barely having time to enjoy anything outside of work. And how until now you’ve been a slave to the company, having to learn and grind on knowledge about anything and everything that you need to know to run it. A shut-in with a twist, if he might label it.

Chuuya was wrong then, he realises. Your life has not been one of free rides; easy passes. It didn’t get easier because of who you are. It was the reverse. It got harder because more was expected out of you. Your life at home wasn’t any easier. Turns out your father was, and is still, a tyrant. You’ve never known to enjoy yourself.

“Until tonight.”

Only now does it dawn on Chuuya why you set this whole thing up in the first place. This way you get to have some time to enjoy yourself at a ‘date’ disguised as a business meeting, because then dear daddy won’t get mad at you now, will he? You’ve probably never experienced romance, have you? Given your tight schedules and overbearing parents. Chuuya must be your first.

He gets just slightly giddy thinking of that possibility.

And by the time your plates are cleared and the bill is paid (by your father, apparently, because you grinned and charged it to his credit card; Chuuya thinks it’s acceptable because from what he hears, the director doesn’t seem to be a very good man at all, why not charge it to the man?), he makes his mind up to really help you make full use of your night.

That’s how he finds himself ten minutes later with you standing on the edge of the neighbouring skyscraper, your fingers intertwined tightly with his. Your first exposure to his ability. ‘Holy shit’ were your exact words. Despite how you carry yourself in the office, it’s almost unbelievable how childlike you look now, admiring the sight before you. Losing all your childhood because of who you’re expected to be… Chuuya knows all too well what that feels like. Minus the bond that is family, of course. Although now, he guesses he can call the Port Mafia such.

“Forty.”

Chuuya arches a brow. “Forty?”

You press your lips together to suppress a grin, nodding at him. “Highest I can go for you, Mr. Nakahara.”

“My boss wants a half, though,” Chuuya grimaces in faux sheepishness. Of course Mori would be fine with a forty, but it’s fun having a back-and-forth with you. Or maybe this is his way of convincing himself this is nothing more than continuing a pleasant conversation.

There’s something in your reaction that gets him so curious. It’s how you grin yourself silly and can’t even manage to look him in the eye. Or the way you try to untangle your fingers, only to find Chuuya has gripped them even tighter. He doesn’t even have to ask for you to know what he’s thinking of.

“Fifty is for family only, sorry.”

He waltzes through the narrow corridors and carpeted floors like it’s home. It might as well be, he’s been here about as many times as he’s been to the Port Mafia headquarters in the same duration. It doesn’t look as tacky as it used to. Or is it just because he’s used to it? Or maybe the gradual changes all seem like nothing to him because he visits this place every single day.

Chuuya sighs. No matter, he’s got other things to worry about.

“No, forget about making your own notes. Negotiate. I want exclusivity on this.”

There it is. Your bossy, domineering voice.

He leans by the doorframe. Your subordinates all dub you the ‘boss from hell’. Personally he can’t see why. But then again, you’re an absolute angel to him. (He never gets tired of seeing the shock register on everyone’s faces when they see you be all lovey-dovey with him.)

Feels good. Being the exception.

When the conversation ends, you hang up the phone and turn over, finally noticing your boyfriend by the door. It’s like a switch turns in you; your hostility melts away and those deep downturned lines rotate into a smile. Even now, five years later, you still have a childlike innocence to you; he sees this right now by how you skip towards him like an elated dog seeing its owner is home.

Did he just compare you to a dog…? Out of all the things he likes, why did he — he mentally facepalms himself but shrugs it off. Like he’s said before, he has more pressing matters to think about.

It’s amazing to think how far you both have gotten. From being strictly business to unspoken feelings in a matter of hours, to where you guys are now. Frankly, he didn’t think it was possible for someone like him. He gravitates away and thinks back to the first time he stepped foot in here.

Huh, maybe Mori did know what he was doing after all. That man ended up being your matchmaker. Chuuya inwardly grimaces and shudders and the thought.

But you pull him back to earth.

Your arms snake around his neck and you hook your legs around his waist. Lucky you’re wearing a pantsuit today, because the last time you did that, i.e. yesterday, you were wearing a skirt and it rode up your thigh a little too high. Yeah, Chuuya wasn’t too happy when some of your male coworkers got to see a glimpse of your ass. But he can’t blame you, you were just that excited to see him. Something he finds remarkable given you’ve been together for four years.

“Didn’t think you’d come here this early,” you comment as you get down, your hands still round his neck. “What brings you by, Chuu? Or should I say, future boss of the Port Mafia?”

He gives you a peck on the lips. His nickname falling from your lips just sound so right. You’re right, he usually comes by after you both are done with work. That usually means 8pm onwards. (You both are pretty invested in your companies. Especially now so for Chuuya that he’s been announced a few days ago as the one to take over the mafia in the future.)

“Today I’m here for professional reasons, princess, to offer you a proposal,” Chuuya coos, a gloved thumb grazing over your cheek.

“Hmm?” You look up at him quizzically. “Okay, shoot.”

Chuuya grins at you, his eyes closing and forming into crescents. He opens them slowly as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I think it’s time for that fifty-fifty.”

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Saved by the Devil (10/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You spend a little time with Tommy (Again sorry about my summaries i suck at them)

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Fem!reader (not romantic..but we are getting there slowly but surely) 

A/n: Hi everyone. this chapter maybe a bit shorter than what i usually write and i didnt proof read this one so apologizes for that. This semester is just annoying. Too much going on for stupid online courses. Anyway this chapter is bit more in Tommys p.o.v, i mean we get a bit of readers in the end but yea...if you dont like that tell me or if you do tell me. If you guys have any questions or anything like that just tell me. And of course and always have a lovely day. 

Thomas Shelby leads you to a little apartment near his office. He knew he could have driven you to the train station, given you some fare as you went on your way. He could have driven you to London. Hell, he could have paid someone to do it. But there was part of him deep down within that didn’t want you to go yet. It was a surprise for him to see you in the office. He hadn’t been avoiding you, things were just getting hectic around with the business. And with the constant pressure from the inspector and the sudden charges on Arthur and Michael, his focus needed to be sharp. And then he exits his office and see you standing with Lizzie, Polly, and Esme. For the first since he’s known you, he actually detected a little bit of nervousness from you.

At first he didn’t understand why you wanted to help in his little plan. It didn’t make sense for you to put yourself in harms way with all the shit you’ve already been through. He notices that when he asks about your father the way you tense up. He doesn’t know why he asks, its something he rather not talk about either. But it was a question that bothered him for awhile. He could of asked your father, in that last meeting when…

Thomas shakes his head from his thoughts turning to look at you who seemed just as dazed and muddled in their own thoughts. You were definitely an enigma to him. He doesn’t even remember what he said to make you laugh. All he remembers is that he did.

To him you laugh was like a canary singing a song of hope in the middle of brutal winter. Thomas doesn’t think he ever heard a sound so sweet. He feels his lips stretch into a smile, something that felt foreign on his face. It was definitely something he hadn’t done in awhile. So as he walks you to his place, keeping a gentle hand on your elbow to keep your balance. He couldn’t help but to think to himself ‘how can I hear that sound again?’

So he leads you in the apartment, setting you down on his couch. You flop down like a child and he cant help but be amused at your drunken state.

 “Mr.Shelby, I believe I drank too much.” You hiccup.

 “Thats alright,” Thomas says, “Listen you can rest here and we’ll talk more in the morning.” He doesn’t really want to end the night yet but he can see the fatigue in your face.

 You shake you head at him, “We can talk now. I don’t sleep very much.” You don’t look into his eyes as you speak which he finds odd. A detail he’s always noticed was the eye contact you gave. He couldn’t tell what you were searching but he appreciated it, not many people could look him in the eye.

Hes suddenly reminded of a conversation you had awhile ago. When you had bluntly asked him your father was dead. He had expected you to say nothing for that entire ride. But you didn’t. He remembers your question.

“Do your nightmares ever stay with you longer that you would like?”

He had answered honestly. The nightmares often lingered around him for days sometimes weeks. It wasn’t often he got a good nights sleep. He could see the sleep in your eyes wanting to take over. You were fighting it though quite easily like you’ve done it before.  He didn’t want to be overstepping any line and he also didn’t want to seem creepy remembering a conversation, a small detail from weeks ago. He wasn’t sure at all how you’d react to it. So he decided to say nothing, wait for you to take the lead. Which you did, mostly because your mouth seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes.

 “You get nightmares too Mr. Shelby, I remember you agreeing with me this one time…”You trail off slurring your word, “Sometimes they can be so much…”

 “What do you dream about?” He asks.

 You don’t answer. Thomas doesn’t pressure you for answer, you look to be searching for one. Your mouth open and eyes wandering around the room. But you give no answer.

 Thomas decides to speak, lighting a cigarette as he does, “I dream about France sometimes.” The answer surprise him. Hes not one for opening up.

 You don’t say anything so he continues, “I can hear the shovels at night. That’s when their the loudest.” He blows the smoke as he talks.

“I sometimes dream of the hospital…they didn’t exactly treat me great there. Sometimes its my father…” You say the word ‘father’ quietly as if it was like a little curse falling off your lips.

 Thomas wants to ask you what that man had done to you, why it seemed you feared and hated him so much. He wished he asked you in that first meeting with you. When he promised to kill him for you…..he knew then it was something you wanted, he didn’t know how badly…maybe if he had known he would have done things differently.

 “Sometime he’s not even doing anything…he’s just watching me. And smiling,” You say pulling him away from his thoughts, “It takes a moment for me to realize he’s not there. He’s not watching.” You stop talking suddenly, certainly not meaning to get that honest.

 Thomas clenches his jaw, “well it’s a good thing hes not around anymore.”

 You look up at him for the first time the whole night, meeting his eyes. Your stare sends shivers up his arms.

 “Right…” you trail off, looking uncertain. “Mr Shelby I-“

 “You know,” He cuts you off wanting to change the subject, “I don’t think this is very business like.”

“Excuse me.” You blink confused with the sudden statement.

 “I mean you won’t’ call me by my name because this is business but here you are at my place, drunk, talking to me about stuff that not business.”

 You scoff at him. “Are you really that bothered by it?” you tease

 “I just think in settings like this, you can let go a little bit.”

 “I think you should get used to disappointment, Mr.Shelby.” You emphasize his name a bit.

 “You must admit that we aren’t doing anything related to business.”

 “Then what would you call it?” You challenge.

 And he didn’t know what to call it. But he just felt more. Maybe it was friendship. He definitely enjoyed your company. He wasn’t afraid to admit that to himself. Hes reminded of the feelings of when you got hurt at the horse auction and went missing those three days. He didn’t want to admit that there was apart of him that cared for you. That part has been locked away ever since Grace. He had trusted her and loved her. And then she betrayed him. And there was just a part of him that just didn’t want to go through that again.

“Are you okay,” you ask, “you went quiet for a minute.”

 “ Yea just thinking.”

 “Do you wanna keep talking?” you say shyly.

 And he couldn’t say no to you. That night the two of you spend you time just talking. It’s the first time Tommy’s ever done something like that. Take a woman home and not bed her. He wasn’t thinking about doing that with you but it had dawned on him later that small fact. You listened to his stories about his family. You were an only child and had no stories nearly s fun as his. You tell him you wish you grew up in a big family. You list all the places you wanted to travel to and he watches you ramble about them. The two of you laugh and smile. Both feeling lighter in each others presence. He can see you loosening up a bit and he just wonders what your like when you aren’t fully on guard. He can fee himself doing the same. He doesn’t mind but he knews that hes going to berate himself later. Hours pass and You both fall asleep on the couch, neither of you remembering what the other was talking about as you do. It was the first time in a long time that either of you had fallen asleep peacefully.

 You wake up first, feeling an awful pudding within your head. Why was it that you never could know your limit. You attempt to get up when you sense an arm around you. A unwelcomed flutter of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you realize who the arm belongs to.

 ‘Fuck’ you think to yourself trying to untangle yourself from his arm, trying to understand how you even got roped up in him.

 Successfully you manage to unwrap your self from him, the warmth of his body leaving your side making you feel cold. You’re tempted to roll back but think against it. You stretch up from the couch and walk around the apartment quietly. It wasn’t very big. The living room connected to the kitchen. And his room connected to the bathroom. You wonder around trying to wake your creaky bones. You see a bundle of letters on his, dresser with very neat and lovely writing, addressed to him. You see a pipe beside his bed and pick it up wondering if he used this on himself last night. You walk backwards trying to take it all in. He didnt have much. A few pictures of him and his siblings. And that woman from before. The older one who gave you chills with her stare. Pol-polly you think her name was. You continue walking backward before bumping into his dresser. The letters falling down. You bend down picking them up not without looking more closely at the beautiful stationary. You see at corner of the envelope

From Grace

 For a minute  you’re really disappointed. And you don’t know why. And then the pieces fall together. When you remember Mr.shelbys horses name, “Graces secret,” And when Ada told you ‘he had someone last year.” You don’t know why you feel uncomfortable all of a sudden. You don’t feel right hanging around his apartment. Unless their not together? Wait why do you even care? You neatly stack the envelopes back to their place and calmly walk away, needing to distract yourself from the sudden intrusion of thoughts you would very much like to get rid of.

 You pass by Thomas sleeping body. You pause to look at him. Admiring the way his feature seem to soften up as he slept. You almost compare him to an angel. A knock on the door alerts you as you sit up straight. Thomas shoots up in a panic. He looks at you confused before getting up.

 “How long have you been up?” he asks you, heading for the door.

 You don’t answer. Watching him go to get the door. A small boy is behind the door, you cant hear what either of them say as they talk in hushed voices.

 “(y/n),,” he calls you over, “my brother finn here is gonna lead you to the garrison I have a meeting I have to attend to.” He says not leaving you any room to argue to deny his request as he grabs his jacket and locks the door before the two of you.

 “Ill be back soon, try not to run into trouble.” He says.

 You nod and go your separate ways, following the young boy through the streets of Birmingham.

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It’s technically WIP Wednesday (even though it’s 1 AM...) and I don’t have Inventory today BECAUSE IT WAS CANCELLED AGAIN THE DAY BEFORE. SO WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME OF THAT CLIFFHANGER RESOLUTION FROM SHATTERED STAGE???

Lucien is on the world’s worst field trip with like 10 HP left and no weapons, everybody. It’s not going great.

“If the whole world is destroyed, what makes you think you won’t be destroyed along with it? The Chained Oblivion doesn’t seem the sort to negotiate even for his most loyal.”

She chuckled, drily. “You assume that I don’t want to be destroyed.” She spun on her heels again so fast that he almost bumped into her. “Your beloved pattern was endless creation, limitless and undying, but it is the most unfathomable, horrific idea of existence. A prison of flesh and thought united under one common mind that can never die and never truly live. You want to know my dream, oh Nonagon of the Eyes of Nine, the martyred dreamer who came back to his precious Somnovem a tyrant? My dream is the end of existence. I want to see this world salted and burned.”

Lucien stared at her. “Why?”

She canted her head. “Oh no.. You think there’s an excuse. My father didn’t buy me a pony. My mother ignored me. I was picked on in school for being unique and setting fire to small animals. I had an uncle who touched my hair a little too much. Is that what you’re imagining?” Every word dripped with condescension. 

She leaned closer and spoke slowly, making sure he understood every word in her lilting accent clearly. “Everything I have ever done and will ever do- womb to tomb- has been in pursuit of this singular goal. For four generations, we have been his loyal priestesses waiting for the time when one of us would be called to break the chains and release Oblivion. My mother thought it would be her, but I got her first, and I’m sure she was very proud of me. So no, Lucien, there is no excuse. There is no tragic narrative. I do this because I am fucking crazy, just like my mother and her mother before her and so on, and I like it.”

And with that, she took a step back, smiling sweetly. “Not all of us have an excuse, because when it comes down to it, what excuse is really good enough to justify the systematic murder of millions of people?” She pivoted and continued her walk. “Now come along. Don’t make me put you on an actual leash.”

“It’s going to be glorious when I get my hands around that lily-white neck of yours,” he snapped, falling into step behind her- not necessarily because she ordered it, but because he felt his options were limited.

“Promises, promises. One more hit from me and you’re dead, which would be inconvenient, but fixable. You have no weapons; most of your tricks aren’t that useful on me, and all that power in your blood doesn’t matter a bit if you have nothing to bleed on. Also I’m sure you have the upper body strength of a fucking child.” She glanced over her shoulder, tilting her head eerily. “You’re a bit fucked.”

She wasn’t wrong, but hearing it laid out like that didn’t make him any less livid. He stalked behind her, trying to calculate a means of attack- she had magic, yes; she had additional, dangerous abilities, yes; he was fucked, yes.

He swore under his breath. “Where the fuck are we going?”

“Back to where it all began,” She glanced over at him again. “Do you remember how to get to the Aether Crux?”

“It’s been ten years,” Lucien snapped. “Why would I remember that?”

“That was a rhetorical question. We both know you do. You’d know it blind.”

Why the fuck did this woman have to be right about everything? She tortured him, trapped him in the monument to his sins for the sake of probably torturing him more, and then she had the gall to think she was smarter than him, like she had firsthand knowledge of precisely which buttons to push to make him crazy.

Well. Two people could be fucking insufferable. “You seem to know everything. Why don’t you know where it is?”

“Because I’m asking you to take me and I think I’m being quite polite about it. I could do to you what I did to your wizard friends at any point, but it’s not enjoyable taking people’s free will when they’ll hang themselves with enough rope without it. 

“So this is really just a game to you?” Gods, and people called him crazy. At least he’d had a plan, an excuse, a fucking sense of reason. Jayne had none of those things- well, clearly a plan of some kind, but it seemed to be entirely based on releasing Tharizdun and profiting from the impending destruction using himself, Kingsley, and Molly. “Tryin’ to wear me down so I’ll bend to your will.”

Once more, Jayne spun in place and then backtracked to get right back into his face. “Now you’re getting it.” 

She reached up and squeezed his jaw again and this time his hands were free. He could grab her by her wrist and squeeze it until it snapped. She had delicate, bony little caster wrists. His so-called upper body strength of a toddler was more than a match for those twigs. He wrenched her wrist backwards, trying to break it, but she pivoted along with it and swiped his legs out from underneath him, dropping him back onto the ground. She followed it up by slamming her equally bony little knees right into his stomach and grinding down. He felt his vision go gray for a moment before he forced himself to remain conscious. Gods, he was fucked up. By all rights, he shouldn’t be able to even walk. Most of his wounds were internal where Jayne’s touch had tried to eat his vital bits from the inside out, and it was only sheer stubbornness that kept him motivated to keep moving. 

Jayne lifted her hand and he recognized the sickly green glow around her hand as she danged it precariously close to his face. He’d seen plenty of blight spells between Fastidan and Caduceus, and he didn’t particularly enjoy the idea of having one this close to his face.

“You know for someone who values politeness, you’re shamefully rude. Is it something I said?”

He didn’t dignify that saccharine sarcasm with a response. If he did anything to her, she was going to melt his flesh from his skull and then who even knew what would happen. Would she bring him back? Could she just take the lock around his neck and throw it into the Abyss and be done with it? He couldn’t possibly guess. All he knew was he didn’t want to die in Cognouza again.

So he went, seething and bitter, docile once more, and Jayne dismissed her spell and stood up, brushing her dress off as she did so. “I’m glad we’ve reached an understanding,” she murmured. “Now would you kindly show me to the Aether Crux?”

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Dirty Deeds (Done Dirt Cheap) - Part 9

Summary: Sam inherits Steve Roger's crime empire after a handful of his men betray and kill him. The rest of the crime world, sensing an opening, go after Sam and the territories he's inherited from Steve. Thankfully, Steve left him a number, someone to call if he ever needs help. Someone, Steve claimed, he can trust. But can Sam really trust a mercenary with that much blood on his name? And that many knives in his pockets.

WARNINGS: (there will eventually be all of these things) blood, violence, murder, shooting, stabbing, sex, blood play , food related things: malnutrition, feeding.

18+ Content: Make Good Choices Kids <3

Ao3

Sam walks into the bar room the next afternoon to find Bucky sitting on top of said bar, legs dangling over, feet tucked behind one of the bar stools. Torres is standing in front of him, a knife in his hand, concentration furrowing his brow. Sam stops, leans agaisnt the door frame, and watches them. He notes Maria and Helen sitting at a table behind them, talking quietly but keeping their eyes on the pair. He nods when they look over at him, both of them nodding back with soft smiles. Sam moves his eyes back to the men at the bar right as Torres attempts to flip the knife between his fingers.

The knife goes too far, Torres reaches for it, clearly on instinct. But Bucky is faster, he bats Torres's hand away with his metal one and catches the blade, giving Torres a look. The kid rubs at his neck, cheeks pink as he looks at the ground. Sam can see his hands are already littered with small cuts. Bucky holds the knife out, offering it to the kid to try again.

"I think I might be just better with guns Mr. Barnes." He shakes his head. Sam watches Bucky watch the kid for a moment before stowing the knife away. Sam notes that he didn't make him take it and try again. Didn't make him do something he didn't want to do.

"Bucky. You good with guns?" He asks, leaning his elbows on his thighs. Torres nods, and Sam can see the excitement in his eyes. Sam smiles to himself, the kid is good with guns. A damn good shot.

"You got one?" Bucky asks, his feet swinging near the bar stool before he tucks them behind it again.

"Yeah of course." Torres says, reaching into his jacket, and pulling out the gun he always has in his side holster. He holds it up, flat in his palm.

"May I?" Bucky asks, reaching for it, his finger tips brushing the hilt. Torres nods and he picks it up easily, turing it over in his hands, carresing it lovingly. Sam didn't know someone so violent could be so gentle. After last night it was a bit jarring, seeing Bucky like this.

"This is a damn beautiful gun kid." He moves his finger over the bottom of the hilt, over the name that Sam knows is there.

"Mariana. Mother?" Bucky asks, handing the gun back gently. Torres moves his finger over the name, just as Bucky had done, and then stows the gun away again.

"Grandmother." He says, a shy smile on his lips as he glances up at Bucky. Bucky gives him a look, a look Sam can't quite decipher yet, he cant figure this guy out. But he's worried. Worried he's going to make a comment about Joaquín's grandmother. Sam watches Bucky tilt his head, this way and that as he leans back, palms flat on the bar, holding himself up.

"You ever shot a sniper rifle before?" Is what he says next, snapping Sam out of his worry, he rolls his shoulders but stays by the door.

"No. I've always wanted too though." Torres says, sounding, and looking, like the excited kid he is. Sam bites his lip to hold back another smile.

"And you're a good shot?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Torres says, no hesitation. Bucky hums.

"Maria? He a good shot?" Bucky calls over the kids shoulder.

"He's a damn good shot. It's pretty impressive actually. " She nods, giving the kid a wink when he smiles at her. Bucky nods at him when he looks back.

"Tell you what. After all this bullshit settles. I'll teach you how to use one." Bucky says, smiling as Torres's eyes go wide.

"Be a good skill for you to have. And if you're as good as they say, you'll be a natural." Bucky nods, narrows his eyes.

"You got good patience?" Bucky asks. Sam sees a glint in the kids eye.

"Of course I do. I've been working with you haven't I?" Torres says, his voice is softer than the tease requires but Bucky laughs all the same. Sam watches him rock backwards with it, his hands falling on his stomach before he rocks back the other way, smacks at Torres's cheek with his palm before pointing at him.

"He's got jokes." Bucky says, smiling brightly and shaking his head. Torres smiles back, his cheeks pink as cherries when his eyes fall to the ground.  Sam pushes off the door frame and walks forward then.

"Who says he's joking?" Sam asks, drawing their attention. Both of them still smiling as he approaches. Sam pats Torres's shoulder, and the boy moves to sit with Maria and Helen, joing the card game they'd started. Bucky nods at Sam as he steps up to the bar, standing a few feet away from him.

"Morning." Bucky greets.

"It's almost 2 in the afternoon." Sam says dryly. Bucky's brow furrows, he bends backward, looking at the clock behind the bar before straightening up again.

"Huh. Well. I just got up before I came here so it's morning for me." He says, grabbing some peanuts from the bowl behind the bar and popping them in his mouth.

"I figured." Sam says, and Bucky smiles again.

"So." Bucky says, going serious, leaning toward Sam a bit.

"You got a plan yet?" He asks, pulling his leg up onto the bar as he turns to face Sam. Sam nods, slowly, he's still working out a few kinks. Knows what he wants to do. Isn't sure Bucky can do it alone.

"How do you wanna deal with it?" Bucky asks, tossing a few peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth. Sam keeps his eyes firmly away from the line of his throat.

"We have to take things from them." Sam says, the words drawn out, he's still hesitant.

"Take things. Like people?" Bucky asks, his tongue moving over his teeth. Sam nods.

"Important people." Sam says, lacing his fingers on the bar top.

"We talkin family important or like, second in comands important? Cuz I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not above killing family members, it's just that the most important ones are usually kids. And I uh- I'll be honest, I'm not really into killing kids." Bucky says, his hands fidgeting on his leg as his eyes burn into Sam. Sam looks at him, the way his blue eyes shine in the sun drifting through the skylights, his intense stare making Sam want to step away from him.

"No kids." Sam says, matter of fact. No kids. Not ever. Bucky looks at him, his eyes staring for a few more moments before nodding, once. Satisfied.

"So second in commands then?" Bucky asks.

"Yes. That should be sufficient." Sam says, eyes drifting as he thinks.

"All of them?" Bucky asks, leaning to the side a bit, looking for Sam's eyes.

"All of them. At once." He finally says, hoping his worry doesn't show as he moves his eyes back to Bucky.

"All of them at once." He says, not like he's agreeing, like he's thinking it over.

"Can you do that? By yourself?" Sam asks, Bucky says nothing, his eyes moving over the ceiling.

"I can send someone with you if you need help. Torres could-"

"No." Bucky cuts him off.

"Absolutely not." Bucky says, all but glaring at Sam.

"We trust him." Sam says. He doesn't want to send Torres. Bucky turns away from him, his body turned back toward the open bar room, his eyes on Torres's stiff back.

"Torres." Bucky's voice is low. The kid turns to look at him.

"Out." Bucky jerks his head toward the door. Sam's fists clench at his sides. Torres's eyes look to him, but before he can say anything Bucky speaks again.

"Torres. Out. Now." His voice is firm and Torres stands before he means too, Sam can see it in his eyes.

"Please." Bucky says, a sigh, Sam looks between them, his eyes falling on the kid, he looks desperate. Sam nods once and watches him leave. And then he rounds on Bucky.

"You don't give my people orders." His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched.

"He's just a fucking kid." Bucky says, ignoring what Sam had said.

"I know that. You think I wanna send him into a shitshow like that? I trust him. If you don't want him. Take Maria. Or Helen. They can help." Sam suggests, his arms crossed,  fingers digging hard into his own arms.

"I don't think you fully understand what's gonna happen. You don't want any of your people there." Bucky says, hopping off the bar, his boots hitting the floor with a thud.

"It's not just gonna be a shitshow. It's gonna be goddamn cluster fuck. And I'm gonna be in the middle of it. And I can't do my fucking job if I have to keep a look out for your people. It won't work." He's in Sam's space, his face set in a scowl.

"So you're gonna go in alone? Against all the families seconds?" Sam asks, scoffing as he looks at Bucky. Anger rises in his chest when Bucky smiles at him.

"I didn't say I was going alone." Bucky says, his voice low.

"No?" Sam asks, his brows rising.

"No. You implied I was going alone." He smirks again and Sam's hand tingles, he wants to slam his fist into that smug face.

"So you have someone in mind?" Sam asks, refusing to take a step back, to get away from Bucky.

"Yeah. As luck would have it, a friend of mine's in town." He says, his head tilting, that smug look not wavering once. Sam nods. Doesn't ask questions. He's not sure he wants to know.

"You trust them?" Is all he asks.

"Yes." Is Bucky's only answer. Sam nods. And Bucky, thankfully, steps away from him. Sam watches him lean back against the bar.

"How do you plan on getting them all together?" Bucky asks.

"Why don't you leave that to me." Sam says, his jaw still tight. Bucky's eyes move to him again and Sam swears he sees him laugh, just a small huff. But he sees it.

"Okay. You just let me know when and where. And I'll be there." Bucky says, leaning back, eyes closed, face tilted toward the ceiling.

"You and your plus one." Sam says, shaking his head.

"Yup." Bucky answers, popping the P at the end. Sam smiles, his teeth digging into his lip as he makes a fist at his side.

"Hey Bucky?" He says soflty, getting the man's attention. He moves his head to look at Sam and Sam slams his fist into his face. Bucky stumbles sideways with a grunt.

"You do not. Give my people orders." Sam says slowly, wiping at nothing on the front of his jacket. Bucky turns back to him, blood in the corner of his mouth. Sam watches him move the back of his hand over his lip, eyeing the blood before looking at Sam. He smiles, blood on his teeth.

"That was good. You only get one more." Bucky reminds him, pressing his fingertips to his lip, his tongue licking at the blood there. Sam hears a buzzing noise and watches Bucky reach into his pocket for his phone, he reads the screen and then wiggles the phone at Sam.

"Well speak of the devil." He says, looking down at his phone. Sam sighs, shaking his head. He turns away, stalking toward the door.

"Just be there." He says, his voice low.

"Yes your highness." Bucky calls after him. Sam squeezes his eyes shut, takes a deep breath, and flexes his hand at his side as he walks down the hall. The pain in his hand was worth it. Worth seeing the moment of shock in Bucky's eyes, and seeing the blood in his mouth. Sam flexed his hand a few more times. He was already hoping he'd never need to hit him again. Punching Bucky Barnes had felt like the fucking equivalent of punching a goddamn brick wall.

He passed Torres sitting on one of the benches in the entree way, the kid was on his feet by Sam's side immediately.

"What happened? Is everything okay?" Torres asked, keeping pace with him easily. Sam stopped outside his office door.

"Everything's fine." He assured him.

"Torres." He said, getting the kids attention. He looked at Sam with wide eyes.

"Get me some ice would you?" He asked, sighing. Torres moves his eyes from Sam's face to his flexing, already bruised, hand, and then back up. Sam saw his lips curve into a smile as he nodded and took a step back.

"Right away sir." He said, nodding at Sam before turning on his heel and rushing off in the direction of the kitchen. Sam watched him go before stepping into his empty office, he leaned back againt the door and sighed, his hand aching at his side. This asshole was gonna be the fucking death of him.

#sambucky #winter falcon #sambucky fic #winter falcon fic #sambucky mob au #dark!sambucky #dirty deeds #dirty deeds part 9 #my writing

[addercharmer]

Izumi grinned at Shōta as they got on the train together. She was super excited to start her work studies.

"Shō! Why aren't you more excited?" She whisper-yells as she grabs his shoulders and tries to shake him. In the back of her mind Izumi notes that he's put on a lot of muscle since the beginning of school.

"Shut up." Shōta growls at her.

Izumi huffs at him but let's go, and sit properly in her seat. She slips one of her headphones in her ear before she jams the other in Shōta's, before turning on her music.

"The fuck?" Shōta yelps and pulls away slightly. "Problem female."

Izumi ignores the grump beside her, and starts to tap her fingers on her thigh with the drum beat.

The ride passes with the music between the two, ten minutes in Shōta is leaning heavily against Izumi. His breaths are soft and deep.

Izumi takes the time to examine him. She had thought Shōta handsome when she was just his student, but the younger him hasn't yet gained the scruffy appearance that she had appreciated so much.

Younger Shōta had yet to have his constant five o'clock shadow, his hair wasn't yet as long, but his jaw was sharp and Izumi had always appreciated his high cheekbones.

Part of Izumi briefly wondered what her presents in his life was changing, she hoped it was for the better.

"Next stop, Maple station."

The speaker announced, Izumi jolted a little before she started shaking Shōta. "It's our stop."

Shōta's eyes popped open and he stared at Izumi for a moment before slowly sitting up, then standing and stumbling his way over to the train doors.

Izumi followed him with a little more grace, laughing to herself about his lack of balance.

Once off the train the two made their way through the warehouse district, Shōta looking at his phone for directions every few minutes.

When they arrived at their destination both looked at each other before Izumi pushed the door open. The inside of the area was brightly lit, right inside the doorway was racks to put your shoes on, they covered about five feet into the building where they then met with a tumbling mat that spread across the rest of the room.

There were doors that were spread around the room, Izumi guessed most were offices, two exceptions being the changing rooms.

Kicking off her shoes Izumi put them in a cubby and steps into the mat, without any warning she feels her body drop in a somersault leaving her case behind.

"The fuck!" Shōta exclaimed as he is wrapped in chains.

"EraserHead and….Huh?" Echos' around them, Izumi looks up into the rafters and spots a horned white haired man.

"Looper!" She squeals and jumps to her feet, dashing the few steps to Shōta and grabbing his bicep to stabilize herself as she jumps but to also jostle her friend. "Oh! My! God!"

The man laughs loud and booming. "Well at least one of you is excited and has some instincts." Looper says before Shōta is shooting out of her hands and towards the rafters, Looper uses him as a counter weight as he jumps down holding the other end of the chain.

"FUCK." Shōta actually screams as he's lifted in the air and then dropped when Looper let's go.

Izumi cant help herself, she's clutching her stomach as she laughs.

"Is there something other than 'Huh?' I can call you little lady?" Looper asks as he saunters towards her.

"Co-conf-confused." Izumi says having to restart twice because of her laughter.

"Care to explain?" The man asks, his eyebrow raised.

"My dad is Nezu, my little brother has red wings, I'm species confused." She tells him with a feral grin.

Looper snorts. "Alright."

Shōta had gotten himself untangled from the chain in the time of her exchange with Looper and stalked over with a glare.

"So, it's really rare that we send offers to take on students, it's even more rare when people accept. I am really excited to work with you both." Looper claps his hands. "First I want you to change into workout clothes, you are each gonna fight me quirkless, then with quirk, then with support gear."

Izumi looks at the man in excitement as she hops from foot to foot, once he makes shoo motions at them she grabs her case and takes off to get changed.

She's the first one back, she had been smart and wore her workout clothes under her school uniform so all she had to do was shed the layer, she skipped out of the changing room carrying her support gear case.

"Gotta wait for the other one, but before the spars I want to know three facts about you and him." Looper tells her. He's relaxed and seems like a happy man. Izumi mourns for Eri for loosening this man as a father.

When Shōta finally exits the changing rooms in loose sweats and a tank top, his capture scarf in his hands. He looks her over and looks a little shocked at her cycling shorts and double sports bra outfit.

She hears Looper short a laugh and looks at him in confusion. Sometimes males are so confusing.

"Right, Confused, give me three facts."

Izumi purses her lips before saying. "I'm adopted, I was abused, I will hurt you if you touch my chocolate."

Looper shakes his head at her. "EraserHead, three facts."

"I need coffee, I didn't sleep well, I want to sleep." Shōta says with his face completely blank.

"I'm married, my wife is the daughter of a Yakuza boss, I will kill you if you eat my apples." Looper tells them. "Confused, you're up first." He leads Izumi into the center of the room.

She relaxes herself and falls into a defensive stance, it doesn't take Looper long to charge her, he's quick to throw multiple punches, most of them Izumi redirects, very few hit their target.

Izumi is not in any way a tank, she's a hit and back off kind of fighter. Between one breath and the next Izumi is throwing herself backwards and rolling across the mat to get some space.

Next she's using a handspring to get back into Looper's space and using an axe kick and an elbow jab as she comes back down.

The half second it takes Looper to recover from her elbow to his diaphragm, Izumi is sliding between his legs and throwing herself into a handstand. Her feet catch Looper at the base of his skull, not hard enough to do any damage but it makes his head snap forward.

Izumi makes sure to keep in motion, she tries to evade or redirect anything Looper throws at her, it's a high kick that takes Izumi out, she had tried to redirect it but there was too much force, it knocks all the air from her lungs and slams her into the wall.

"Shit!" Looper yelps as she slides down the wall.

"Ow." Izumi groans a little. Shōta is already moving towards her, his eyes are wide and worried, he snatches up her hand and holds it.

"Shit!" Looper tells again as he runs over to start checking her over for broken bones and a concussion.

"'m fine, just, the wall could use some padding." Izumi tells him. She lets him worry and flutter around her until he's finished.

"Shit kid, sorry I forgot you were well...a kid, good fight." Looper apologizes and compliments. "EraserHead, can you carry her over to her water bottle, then you're on the mat with me."

Shōta is careful when he slides his arms under her, he carries her like a princess before setting her against the wall and putting her water in her hands.

"You really okay?" He asks softly, Izumi nods at him and flutters her hands to make him go fight the pro.

Shōta's fight is more of a one sided ass kicking, he's lost a lot of flexibility as he focused on building muscle. Izumi feels a little disappointed in him, but she shakes it off as Looper pins him on his stomach, arms awkwardly twisted behind him.

Looper let's him go after a count of ten, Shōta lays on the floor gasping for breath as Looper stands.

"Kay. Confusion, in weaponless quirkless fighting you don't need much, just some different opponents, bigger opponents, smaller opponents. EraserHead, you gotta work on some flexibility, you are not a tank, you need to be able to dodge and throw a hit at the same time, I suggest yoga, dance, gymnastics, anything really that will force you to bend a little." Izumi blushes a little at the lack of criticism, Shōta groans and slams his forehead on the mat.

"EraserHead, go relax. Confused, come spar with quirks." Izumi bounces over to Looper, she did her homework on the man, his quirk was a five point touch quirk that had the victim stuck in a thirty second loop in their mind, it lasted until they were jolted out with pain or half an hour had passed.

Izumi didn't move, her quirk let her work with electricity in the body, she had been working on it with volunteers in heroics class.

Izumi grabbed hold of the electric impulses sending messages to Loopers legs and arms, she stopped them and then pulled on the electricity she could feel humming in the building, picturing herself holding lime green whips in her hands Izumi pulled and then snapped her whips around Looper giving him small enough shocks that all they did was jolt his muscles.

"Huh, why didn't you use that more in the festival?" Looper asked her, after she let him go.

"Didn't have it under control yet, it's been a work in progress, it's hard to find people willing to let me play with the electricity in their body." Izumi answered.

"Oooookay, we have some crazies here that will probably help you." Looper tells her, he limps towards Shōta and drops to the ground. "You gotta wait kid, I need a moment to recover."

Izumi joins them, she's playing with her fingers before blurting. "Tell us about your wife?"

"Ari, well we got married right out of highschool to get her away from her family. Her quirk let's her renew plant life. So she opened a flower shop a few years ago. We are trying to have a kid, she wants a family so badly." Looper's face is soft.

"Ahhh, she sounds lovely! Can we meet her? Can we have your real name?" Izumi asks rapid fire.

"Eren, my mother was German. You'll most likely meet her, you were told you were going to be staying with us, yes?" Looper... Eren says to them.

"Oh right." Izumi tips her head to the side. "Ah, I'm sure you already know but he's Aizawa Shōta and I'm Nezu Izumi!" She chirps at the man with a wide smile.

"So bright." She hears the two men whisper.

"Okay. Your turn Aizawa." Eren says as he stands, Shōta follows with a groan.

Izumi again watches a one sided beat down, and sighs as Shōta is told he really needs some flexibility.

"Well, why aren't your weapons on yet?" Eren asks her as he walks over.

"Well…" Izumi hesitates and opens her case. "What weapon do you want me to wear?"

"Jesus kid, you getting ready to take on an army?" Eren asks with an edge of worry.

"No, uh, I like to have options." She says sheepishly and rubs the back of her neck.

"Fine, Aizawa is first, then we will do all yours but the grenades and guns separately then again together." Eren grumbles as he scoops up Shōta's scarf.

Shōta's third beat down goes better, but Izumi notes to herself to make him try her scarf after her spars, maybe the longer and wider material will be better.

"Go stretch and relax, I gotta take on the girly now." Eren says gruffly, Izumi can tell he's a little dissatisfied.

Izumi grabs her scarf and gloves before taking her place on the mat. She doesn't do as well as she had weaponless, she's taken down when she trips over her scarf on a landing.

Her brass knuckles are better, they give little shocks every time the metal grazes anything, she's happier with them than the scarf, maybe she should just ditch it and stick to her guns and electrokinesis for long range.

Fighting with knives has Izumi beat quickly, she had been too focused on the ones in Eren's hands that she missed when he threw one of them at her, it scratched her temple and Izumi called it her loss.

"Dad's had me in gun handling classes since he adopted me, I still go to the range every other week to keep sharp." She explains to Eren as she walks over to Shōta. "If you have one here I'm happy to demonstrate."

Shōta looks half asleep, he jumps a little when Izumi drops her scarf over his head. "Try this, it's similar to yours." She tells him.

Shōta hauls himself to his feet.

"So one tight grip around the fabric activates it and shuts it off. It has micro processors that are constantly scanning your body, so it knows your height and arm length once activated. Small movements are best." Izumi tells him.

Shōta grips the strips of fabric by his throat before flinging out his hand, the scarf shoots out and slaps Eren in the face, Shōta jerks his hand back and gets the same treatment.

"What part of small movements don't you get?" Izumi asks exasperated.

Shōta tries again, this time a small flick of his fingers, the scarf shoots out to a midway point. Shōta then makes a circle in the air and calls the scarf back, this time it thumps against his chest.

"It's yours, I didn't like how I worked with it. Support can make you gloves to help with control. I'll put in the transfer papers, and ask them to give me new gloves." Izumi tells him, Shōta just buried his face in the scarf, and Izumi is happy that the man finally has his iconic weapon.

#rewound #female midoriya izuku #dad nedzu #chapter25 #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shirakumo oboro #kayama nemuri #takami keigo #time travel #boku no hero academia #bnha

[fleetwoodmoth]

Sunset

An oc/Scorpion NSFT fic! I am just playing around in the CP2077 setting at this point lol

Enjoy!

Shiloh sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit motel room, the light from the Sunset Motel sign outside casting a strange rust colored glow across the wall opposite the window, the light landing in neat even stripes from the blinds. They tapped their foot rapidly as they checked the time, again, they had just checked it thirty seconds before. They stood, like they had a couple times already, and paced to the bathroom where they tried to force a stray hair to align with their loose white dipped mohawk, giving up and returning to the bedside. Before they could sit in the divot that had yet to bounce back from when they stood initially, they heard the familiar hum of an engine grow closer, before it was joined with the crunching of tire on gravel. 

Their heart immediately rocketed into their throat, however for the first time it was equal parts nerves and excitement, they hadn’t had much to be excited about in a long time. They waited, stuck to the spot on the threadbare carpet, boots feeling a hundred times heavier than they were as when they were waiting, hearing footsteps approach the door, before a knock finally startled them from their stupor. 

They glanced out the peephole, knowing who it was just by the sound of his bike, but checking again just in case, before opening the door, the neon light flooding in as they did. Driss was dressed in a heavier jacket than normal to keep out the late night desert chill, but otherwise he looked like he always did, unbothered, with a hint of curiosity. They stepped back, beckoning him inside silently, their heart loud in their ears. 

“I thought you were avoiding me,” he said as he shut the door behind him, turning back to Shiloh who felt like a deer in the headlights, completely paralyzed by their own nerves. 

“No I--” they stumbled over their words, they were never really great with them anyways. 

Their eyes darted to his lips which hung in a relaxed smile, any hint of apprehension was either well hidden or not present at all. They swallowed hard, taking a breath of the admittedly musty air, only to get a whisper of him. They took a step forward, then another, and before they knew it they were pulling him in by the edges of his hood, lips meeting his in a heat they didn’t know they possessed. He didn’t recoil like they had expected, instead he let out a small noise of surprise, before a hum of contentment, and they felt his hands settle on their waist, fingers looping around their belt to pull them closer. He smelt like dust, leather and motor oil, a musky mix that they had come to associate with him. 

“I was scared, not of you, of losing you,” Shiloh said as they broke apart, Driss’ breath rolling over their lips, their eyes still closed, when his answer didn’t come immediately, they opened them. 

“How could you lose me?” He asked, his voice quiet but still playful. 

Shiloh paused, before reaching for his wrist, guiding one of his hands between their legs. 

“I just didn’t want to be a disappointment, I didn't know what you would be expecting,” they said. 

Driss smiled, before moving to kiss their jaw, then just below their ear “I didn’t know exactly but,” he bit down just slightly against their throat, and Shiloh wondered if he could hear their heart racing, “I want to find out.” 

Shiloh groaned as Driss groped at them, their thighs tightening around his hand between their legs still. His other hand went to the back of their neck, pulling them against him for a deeper kiss to the lips, walking them backwards until their heels hit the edge of the bed. It was then that he moved to unclasp the nylon belt that kept their half open coverall on, before pulling the white tank top they were wearing up and over their head, the action knocking their grey beanie off. They busied themself with his jacket and belt, his lips not leaving theirs as they fumbled with shaking hands. They didn’t have time to do much else but get his pants loose before they were tossed backward, their coverall left on the floor as they landed on the bed. 

Driss stood over them a minute, and they felt suddenly overexposed, but the way it raised goosebumps across their skin was not unpleasant, in fact it felt good. They weren’t sure what it was but they figured it may have just been the way Driss was looking at them. They felt a thrill go up their spine, a heat pooling between their legs, at the hunger they saw in his eyes, he looked like he was about to play with his food. The next time he moved it was quick, pulling his shirt off and climbing onto the bed, pants still hanging loosely around his hips as he caged Shiloh in against the mattress. He leaned down to press kisses against Shiloh’s chest, his hands on their hips, pulling them against his body, before he curled his fingers over the waistband of their boxer briefs. Shiloh moved to help him, but instead their hands were seized, Driss pushing their wrists up over their head, a sly smile on his lips as he leaned over them, stealing another kiss as his other hand slipped under their waistband. 

They nearly yelped as his fingertips slipped over their folds, the sensation of warm metal and synthskin against the heat at their core set their head abuzz, and they couldn’t keep their mouth shut for long. As Driss dipped his fingertips inside them, they let out a heavy sigh, a whine getting caught in the back of their throat as they tried to keep quiet, their toes flexing as they instinctively rolled their hips upward, trying to gain more attention. They felt his laugh against their cheek, a deep husky rumble as Driss moved, nosing at their jaw to prompt them to allow him access to their throat which they eagerly obeyed. 

“I like the sounds you make,” he growled against their pulsepoint, before they could feel the slight pinch of his teeth and they gasped. 

They could feel their ears heat up, knowing that if they clammed up now it would only lead to more teasing.

“You are so wet for me,” he said, moving down to bruise another hickey into their collarbone. 

Well maybe they would be teased either way. 

“I wanted to, when you asked last night at the camp, I did,” they said, voice breathy and light. 

“That’s in the past,” he said just as he pressed his fingers inside of them. 

They let out a moan, short and surprised as their hips canted up, Driss slowly fucking his fingers into them, before he pressed his thumb against their clit. This time around Shiloh couldn’t keep down the raspy shout of Driss’ name that escaped them, their head falling back against the bed as Driss hummed a laugh against their skin. 

“That’s it baby,” he said, breathing heavy as he pulled back, releasing their hands at the same time as pulling his fingers free. 

Their mouth hung open as they gulped in the cool air of the motel room, whining at the sudden emptiness, but hoisted their hips up to allow him to pull their boxers over their butt nonetheless. Driss pushed their legs up, throwing them over one shoulder, their boxers still only half way down their thighs, before pushing them forward, bending Shi at the hips. They felt his hand against their clit, even a gentle touch was enough to have them shaking with each bolt of pleasure, but Driss decided that wasn’t enough, rubbing rough circles against their clit as they cried out, voice high and rough, a hand grabbing for his, to anchor them as their head spun. After a few merciless moments Driss stopped, pulling away to adjust their legs on his shoulder and lean over them, pressing a burning kiss to their open mouth. As he kissed them they felt the head of his cock against their entrance, prodding, teasing, drawing tiny swallowed whines from Shiloh’s throat before he pressed into them. 

“Fuck, Driss!” In normal circumstances their tone alone would have been enough to cause them to go bright red, but at the moment it didn’t matter, none of it did. 

“God you feel so good,” he said, seemingly spurred on by their voice “so tight, so perfect for me.”

“For you,” they echoed.

“Say it again,” he said, rolling his hips a few cursory times before he fell into regular thrusts, “tell me you’re mine again.”

“Yours, I’m yours,” they said “this cunt is yours.”

            "Shit," Driss set a brutal pace, dropping his head to their shoulder, his cock hitting deep inside them with the angle he was at, causing stars to burst behind their eyes as they wrapped their arms around him, panting as the rise and fall of pleasure sent bolts of electricity up and down their body. One of Driss' arms helped to prop him up over them, his hand finding their hair, while the other one ventured down between the two of them. 

Shiloh felt high, their head filled with air, their mind empty save for how Driss' body felt against their own, how he felt inside them, but a sudden jolt shook them. Driss' fingers glided over their clit, wet with their own slick, they felt the pressure build at the action, their mouth opening to warn him of their incoming orgasm, but it was too late and all that came out were broken keens of Driss' name as their body felt like it was going to shake itself apart. 

"Fuck, Shiloh," Driss' voice was tight in his throat, his breathing erratic as his thrusts stuttered. 

They felt him cum as they rode the wave of their own bliss, body twitching and shivering as they came down, Driss fucking them through both of their orgasms. It wasn't until his hips stopped moving that they finally felt the last of the aftershocks wear off, the sound of their combined breathing suddenly loud in their ears. They felt his fingers in their hair, lazily brushing their scalp as they both caught their breath, Driss pulling out in order to properly collapse on top of them. They must have looked a mess together, Shiloh's underwear still half on, Driss' pants gathered at his knees, the two of them side by side in a heap. But as he kissed their throat and pet their hair, they couldn't think of anywhere else they would want to be.

#CP2077 #Cyberpunk 2077 #nsft #Driss Meriana #Cyberpunk Scorpion #Shiloh #my writing

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Bad Guy | M

.CHANGMIN.

-Bad Guy Series-

.PART 4.

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Changmin. The man of many talents and many wonders. An international teacher of dance. Despised by many only because jealousy is a horrible disease, but does he ever let that bother him? Never.

And even if he is a year or two older than you ... he is your dance instructor and your hell on earth.

“Changmin, I cant do that.” You huff. Annoyed and stressed out. After practicing for days, you can’t seem to do the high kick he has incorporated into your choreo.

You have a dance competition coming up and this would be one of those great opportunities, the one to seal the deal on your future. But Changmin keeps giving you difficult dance moves that you can’t seem to do. It has put a lot of strain on your mind , body and soul. He’s been working you to the bone and all he has done is complain about how you’re not ready, or not good enough. And it’s about time you said something.

“Of course you can’t do it ... you’re weak.” He jokes into the air. Not caring how bad his words seem to sting. Since day one he’s been a nuisance. Never has he ever given you the respect you deserve and at times, you wished you never took his class to begin with.

“No, I’m not. There are a lot of qualified dancers in the world who can’t do the high kick , I’m not the only one.” You reply with a hint of sass. To which he cocks his head, a bit surprised with your attitude.

You walk around the empty dance studio , taking deep breaths and letting your muscles relax before trying again when you suddenly saw him behind you. The mirror which was set in front of you gave you a vision of the large studio, two long black couches in the back area, along with a water station and mini lockers for the other students. But what you weren’t expecting was Changmin ... so close to you.

“Do the routine again.” His words were sharp , meaning to cut through glass. But his eyes .. even from afar , you could see his reflection eating at your soul with pure vivid anger. His hands casually took rest in his sweat pockets as you walked away to press play.

Changmin .. hasn’t moved. But the music started.

So you did as you were told. You began to dance. A mix of hip hop and ballet. Something that was very popular and you loved dearly.

But as you danced , he watched.

Intensely.

His eyes grew hooded the more you looked at him as you continued to dance. Even though he was a man that everyone wanted , the way he was with you made you hate him.

He was a bad guy. A horrible man, and you couldn’t bring yourself to like him.

At all.

Then, why was your stomach up in knots ?

Why were you getting nervous the moment his eyes shifted from your face down to your body?

Why did your body suddenly heat up the moment you noticed the front of his sweats begin to tent up?

This was ridiculous, but even so.. your high kick was coming up and you weren’t in your right set of mind. Too many things began to swim around your thoughts.

Him.

HIM. .

Changmin was appearing in your head and you couldn’t shake him.

“Almost,” you heard him whisper as you spin , you close your eyes as you go for the high kick and then... it happens.

“W-What the hell?” You gasp as suddenly you begin to wobble on one leg , since Changmin has your other leg held up high by your ankle.

“Time to learn how to do the high kick,” he grins maliciously, making you fear the worst.

You want to question his motives , argue about his way of teaching but you couldn’t. Changmin started walking closer to you, with each step he took, you jumped back two. It was like that till your back hit the mirror. You were panting.

Not sure if from being tired or ... something else.

“It just takes a little sacrifice,” he says casually. His eyes going from the tip of your foot, slowly down till he found your hips.

“It takes blood , sweat and tears to make dreams come true and if you’re not capable of bending over backwards for a dream, then why exactly are you chasing it?” He says rather condescending, but the sly grin on his lips makes it seems otherwise.

You grunt, annoyed but suffering because with each word he spoke , he has lifted your leg up a little higher than before. Meanwhile, his body was still taking steps forward. Changmin basically has you cornered , stuck between him and the mirror.

“That is none of your fucking concern,” you’re able to spit back just as he does the final shove, letting your leg lean against him as he gets comfortable between your legs. You wince as the pain shoots all through your body, getting used to having your leg in that position was crazy but as the pain settled , so did you.

“That mouth of yours can get you into some real trouble y/n.” He says confidently just as his groin does a small grind on your core. Your eyes shoot up at him just as you felt it .. that damn thing that tented his sweats earlier.

“You sick bastard,” You hiss just as he does it again, only this time he puts a little more pressure, making your lower region come alive. Changmin then leans down, making you stretch some more causing you to suddenly release a subtle moan.

“Oh, and I’m the sick bastard?” Changmin jokes making you livid but as he does it again, you couldn’t help but sigh. Your hands landed on his chest, meaning to push him off but instead, you clung to him. Needing him to do it again. To rub you right there ... in that spot that makes you weak.

And he does. His large hands go to your hips, holding you close as he began to dry hump you. You were able to feel his length perfectly, the size, the girth , it was all there and it made you whimper. You wanted more. You wanted him , skin on skin.

“Aw, does my little student want me deep inside her?” He cooed, lightly laughing at your misery. But as the time passed, he began to dread the ending. Your moans , your gasps and the way you begged made him harder than ever.

“God, yes...” you whispered mid moan as he continued his torturous ways. The session was intense , only foreplay and yet, that’s all you and him wanted. Right?

The stain on your leggings was not only because of your essence but because Changmin had finished in his sweats. A baritone groan left his lips as you both came down from that high. Clothing was the only thing stopping you two and yet, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

“You really think I’m weak?” You say breathlessly as he slowly and carefully placed your leg down.

Changmin, taking a step back and analyzing the situation, he smiled.

“Until I’m balls deep in that precious pussy... you’re the weakest one in my class. Now, you’re excused.”

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[MS]

12 guys.

12 different storylines.

1 common theme.

THEY ARE ALL THE BAD GUYS. 😈

Hopefully you enjoyed Changmin’s story... Next, we will meet Lee Sangyeon.

PART 5 COMING SOON...

#the boyz changmin #the boyz fanfic #the boyz smut #the boyz one shots #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfiction #the boyz q #the boyz changmin smut #the boyz drabbles #the boyz series #bad guy series

[thegirlwithwngs]

Bat girls - chapter 2

Find  chapter one here: https://thegirlwithwngs.tumblr.com/post/627502472423964672/bat-girls

 Again, please be nice. I’m learning as I go and English is my second language. And any tips on how to better write conversations are very welcome!

I heard someone chuckle behind me. “Girl, you fucked up.” I tried looking over my shoulder, but my wings blocked the view. My heart pounded in my chest. Was it someone from my camp? It had to be. But I didn’t recognize the voice. The possibilities were endless, but none of them were good. A lone traveler who strayed of the path, a monster who could mimic a human voice, or maybe other camps had started to look for me as well.

There was a rustle of leaves, a loud boom, and a thud on the branch where the talons of my wings had gotten stuck. The owner of the voice had somehow gotten up to the branch in one big jump. No, not a jump. One flap of their wings. I looked up to the Illyrian sitting on the branch, the huge membranous wings behind them,  looking at me with a smirk.  “Need a hand?”

Now that I could see her and heard her voice again, I realized that she was female. A female who dared to fly, and curse, and be alone in the woods. I was so shocked I almost forgot to grip her hand. She was strong, stronger than any female I’d ever known. With one pull she nearly flung me over the branch. The muscles in my back were in worse pain than I could’ve ever imagined. I tried to get my talons out of the wood, but in the time I had hanged there they had gotten in to deep.

The female was still looking at me with that smirk that seemed to be branded on her face. “Are you going to ask for my help, or have they cut your tongue out?” she asked me, clearly amused by my struggle. Everything about her threw me of guard. She reminded me of the males in my camp, after they had gone through the blood rite and had joined a war-band. Like she could take on the world, and she knew it.

“I…I…I cant get them out.” I said, my voice trembling. “So you can talk! Cauldron bless us all, that makes things easier.” The female said with mocking voice. I cringed a bit, part of me wanted to say that I was not some helpless little girl, but I knew the evidence was against me. The female did seem the notice. “I’m sorry, I’m just kidding. Are you okay with me touching your wings?” her voice softened and her hands hovered near my wings, waiting for my consent.

I nodded, and with a gentle but firm grip the female jerked my talons out of the wood. I realized that no one else besides me and maybe my mother had ever touched my wings, and only than it had ever been to bathe them. I never really paid attention to how sensitive they were, and even the slight touch of the female send butterflies trough my stomach.

My wings were free, but I didn’t have the energy to tuck them in, and I let them rest on the branch. The female grabbed  a pack from underneath her cloak and started talking. “I’ve actually been looking for you, you know? The others told me I shouldn’t, and that I would put myself in danger but I couldn’t help myself. Those bastards following you made it difficult, and you actually did a good job leading them away from you. I followed the scent of your blood as well, only to notice that you where going in to the opposite direction. How did you manage to do that?” she asked, while unpacking food and a bottle of liquid and putting it on the branch between us.

My cheeks heated at the memory, but she waited for me to answer. “It is my first bleeding.” I softly said, and I knew I was turning as red as the morning sun. “And I knew they could smell my blood, so I… I tied a piece of the cloth I had used to a piece of wood and threw it in the river.” I didn’t dare to look up out of embarrassment.

But the female laughed, she laughed so hard the branch shook. “That’s bloody brilliant! Emphasis on the bloody!” she said while trying to catch her breath. “You’re a survivor, I like it.”  She handed me a piece of bread and the bottle of liquid. I was suddenly very aware of the cracks in my lips, the dry scratch in my throat, and the rumbling in my stomach. Without thinking or even waiting I grabbed it and nearly drank half the bottle in one sip. The female look at me. “But you are pretty naïve for a survivor.” She said watching me swallow the bread without chewing. It was not until after she said it that I had taken food and drink from a stranger. And maybe I didn’t even care at this point. I had spent the previous hours dangling from a branch like an overgrown sausage for the monsters in this forest, and I had made my peace with whatever fate would kill me, if it was poison, then so be it. And almost as if in a dare I grabbed the next piece of bread and started chewing while making eye contact with the female.

She grinned at me. “Here’s the deal. I can leave you here with what is left from the food. It should be enough for two days, maybe three if you don’t swallow it whole like that. And after that it is up to you to survive, and maybe we will meet again. Or I can take you with me. I’ll leave at sundown, with or without you.”

“where will you take me?” I asked. “I can’t tell you that, staying hidden is a big part of survival. But I can tell you that your odds are better with me. For the rest, you will just have to trust me.” The female folded her arms in front of her chest, waiting for my response.  

I didn’t think she would take me back to my camp, or any other camp. No camp leader would trust a female enough to send them to retrieve me alone. And her wings weren’t clipped. I heard the High Lord had forbidden it centuries ago but with most camps there weren’t enough visits from the High Lords court to make sure it didn’t happen. And now, with a new ruler in Prythian, the one who called herself High Queen.  Nearly every camp had started to clip the wings of their females again.

No, there was no way this female belonged to a camp. But why had she been looking for me? And why be kind enough to offer me food and help? Maybe she belonged to something worse then an Illyrian camp. I couldn’t even imagine where she might be from. I had never set foot outside my camp until a few days ago.

She wasn’t looking at me anymore. Instead she was scanning the forest around her, her head leaning back against the tree, while letting her legs swing from side to side next to the branch. I had never seen any female like her. Even with her cloak there was no doubt in my mind that she was very muscular. Her hair wasn’t long like the females in my camp, but shorn short enough that it was nothing more than a black shadow on her tanned skin. She had called me a survivor, but if anyone of us was able to survive it was her. Her eyes met mine again. Both our eyes where hazel, like most Illyrians, but hers were a bit more brown than mine.

The moment we made eye contact I realized there was no other option. I would go with her. I had no clue how to survive, and if I stayed her I would sooner or later die. Even if she had some devious plan with me, it was still an ‘if’ and not a ‘when’. “I’ll leave with you at night fall.”

The female got up and jumped down the branch, as if it we weren’t at least four meters high. “Come on, you might want to stretch your legs, we have a long flight ahead of us.” She called up to me. “I can’t jump down like that, and I certainly can’t fly!” Only the idea of being up there in the sky made me nauseous. “Yes you can, you are a badass Illyrian who managed to survive for four days while being hunted. You can manage a little jump. Just tuck your arms and legs in while you jump and bend your knees when you land.” She made it sound so simple, but I hesitated again. Fear colliding in my stomach. “Or you can climb down, but I’m going to look for a good spot to take off and I’m not waiting.” She started walking backwards slowly walking backwards. With the thickness of the forest she would be out of sight in seconds. I had no choice but to jump.

I got up, balancing on the branch with my knees trembling. Arms and wings in tight. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. And another deep breath. And another. And I jumped.

I didn’t have time to think about opening my eyes, or being afraid. It all went so fast. Too fast. I was waiting for my body to hit the ground, probably breaking some bones. But my fall was interrupted. The female had caught me mid air and put me down slowly. “You didn’t bend your knees.” Was all she said before walking off again. I stumbled after her.

“I still can’t fly!” I said, catching my breath while trying to keep up with her tempo, and wrapping my mind around what just happened. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry you tonight. And just so you know, learning how to fall is the first lesson in learning how to fly.” She didn’t even look at me. It was almost infuriating. She seemed to know exactly what was going on and I was absolutely clueless. I was like a baby deer trying to keep up with a mighty stag.

I had always learned to keep my calm. Anger and fighting was meant for males. Just as flying. I was reminding myself of my composure, not looking where I put my feet, and I fell face first in the muddy leaves on the forest floor. The female in front of me just snorted a laugh and waited for me to get up.

And I was done. I was completely done with all this. “You could just help me you know? Instead of laugh. I spent the last four days in absolute horror, running away from my home and my family and my friends, all alone in this horrible forest. I smell like a sewer. My entire body hurts. I’m so desperate I’m following you without even knowing your name. And you are laughing at me.” My talking had turned in to yelling at  some point, and there were tears running down my face.

The female had turned to me. “Aïda. now you know my name. But the ones whos names you know, the ones you call your family and friends are out to kill you right now. If I have bad intentions, you knowing my name will not stop me.” She reached her hand to me and I grabbed it. “Keep that fire burning, girl. You will need it to survive. But make sure the right people are getting burned by the heath.”

Night was falling while we made our way through the forest, looking for the right spot to take off. I had a big clearing in mind, but Aïda stopped at a spot where the trees were just a bit further apart, and you could see the sky through a small opening in the roof of leaves. The bright crimson of the sunset was slowly fading into a deep purple.

“You can fly through that?” I asked her. “I like a challenge.” Aïda said, that smirk again on her face. “Are you ready to go to my secret liar of torture and pain?” I almost stopped breathing, but then I realized this was just her twisted sense of humor, so I just gave her a look. “Good, you are a quick learner. Let’s go.”

She stepped closer and put one hand around my waist and the other underneath my knees, ready to lift me of the floor. “I just realized. I never even told you my name!” I said to Aïda. “Oh no! You’re family must be shocked and ashamed of your lack of good manners! Lucky for you girl, I already know your name. I heard your father call you over and over again two nights a go.” again that sarcastic tone in her voice that I slowly began to get used to. “Then why do you keep calling me girl?” “Until you stop acting like a little girl, and start being the bad bitch you actually are, I will keep calling you girl.”

And with that she lifted me and we shot to the sky.

#fanfic #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of frost and starlight #illyrian

[bel0vedmendes]

Alone Together

Shawn X Reader

Words: 3,272

Warnings: smut, choking, drinking, language. 

 lawd this is filthy, but also fluffy as HECK because I cant help myself.

Description: Y/N is at a bar alone trying to mend her wounds after a breakup. Shawn and his team happen to come to the same bar. Drunken conversation turns into drunken kisses. Is this a one night stand or something more? 

NOT MY GIF*

I fidgeted with the empty shot glass in front of me, as I swiveled from left to right on my bar stool. I let out a sigh that was a bit too over dramatic. The bartender shot me a concerned look, before pouring me another one. I lifted the shot of tequila to my lips feeling it sink down my throat burning in such a unique way. I slam the glass down wincing as I put the lime in my mouth biting it between my teeth and keeping it there for a moment. The sound of the bells on the door ring and quickly pull me out of my daze. I look towards the door to see a group of guys walk in. They were all dressed way too nice to be from here. They must have been visiting. As I was analyzing the men walking through the door, one caught my eye specifically. He was so tall, fuck he was tall. His hair brown and curly, bouncing as he walked. His eyes were the prettiest brown I’ve ever seen, and his fucking smile was out of this world.  

Before I could catch myself gawking at him, he caught me. He raised his eyebrows with a head nod. I smile and instantly wanted to punch myself realizing the lime peel was still in my mouth. This guy thinks I’m a lunatic. Tony, the bartender, walks over to the table asking what they wanted, not bothering to I.D them since they all look of age. I rolled my eyes, in a bar this small it was bound to happen. I watch Tony begin making the drinks. I sit up a little taller and I swivel my chair to the right making it easier to steal glances at the table. My eyes wander to the curly headed boy and his eyes are looking right back at me, a smirk gracing his lips. I quickly look away, biting my lip. The bartender walks the drinks over to the table and I hear a quick conversation happen then he goes back to making a drink. A rum and coke… what I drink. Then I watch as he walks it over and slides it in front of me. I look at him confused.

“Tony, I really don’t need free drinks, I can pay,” I insist, grabbing my wallet. I came in pretty frequently since I lived two buildings down. He took care of me way too often.

“Its already taken care of,” Tony winks at me and points to the table of men behind me.

I nod my head slowly turning my stool to see the table. I look up and the brown haired boy is smirking at me raising his beer in the air. His friend next to him elbowing him and saying something that made him blush. I smiled and mouthed thank you, before turning my stool and sipping from my new drink. I started to talk to Tony, he eventually asked if I wanted another tequila shot. I smiled and nodded gratefully. Just as I was about to take my shot, the curly haired boy showed up in the stool next to mine.

“Can I have one, too, please?” He asks Tony.

I smile up at him. “Put it on my tab Tony,” I say licking my hand and pouring salt onto the wet spot.

“Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay for their drinks,” He says holding out his hand for me to shake.

“Shawn,” His huge tattooed hand enveloping my own.  

“Well this pretty girl, doesn’t like that rule,” I say winking at him, before cheering his shot glass and shooting it back.

I suck the lime and I put the peel into the glass.

“You should have kept it in your mouth, that was a really good look for you,” He says sarcastically.

I laugh at him, instantly blushing but impressed by his sense of humor.

“Im Y/N, Shawn. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” He says glancing back at his table, noticing that they’re all really into whatever conversation they’re having. So he gets comfortable next to me.

“So… you’re from here?” He asks, trying to make things less awkward.

“Mhm, born and raised. Unfortunately,” I joke taking my drink to my lips.

“So why are you at this small bar all alone?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Well.. if you must know. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and this small bar because I can walk home from here,” I bite my lip, wondering if the tequila is making me feel a little too comfortable around him.

“Messy break-up? How are you handling it?” He asked gently rubbing my arm, which I enjoyed.

“Uhm… he cheated on me... a lot. No. He was a piece of shit. I’m just an idiot for staying as long as I did,” I ramble looking away from him. I really was okay. I didn’t want him to think I was bull shitting him.

“Well I can assure you, that you weren’t the idiot in that situation. He was. You’re gorgeous,” He confirms smirking at me, blush rising in his cheeks and mine.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I just have too much going on to be in a relationship.” I sighed taking a long sip of my drink.

He laughs next to me. “I understand the feeling.” He agrees.

We talk for a while, bonding over the fact that we both have anxiety. I could listen to him talk for hours. Passion lacing his voice when he talked about his family and friends, and the things he loves to do. Genuine wonder on his face when he asked about my own. It had been so long since I had, had a good conversation with someone like that and honestly, there was something so damn sexy about it.  

I feel his eyes on mine, I was so overwhelmed by his presence. Everything about it. From the way he looked to the way he talked and all of the mannerisms in-between. His eyes flick down to my lips as I stick my tongue out to wet them. I watch his Adams apple bob as he watched closely. I wasn’t until this moment that I realized how close we were to each other, and how many people had left the bar. I took a deep breath in, scooting back and standing from my stool. He watched cautiously as I excused myself to the bathroom. I glance down at my phone. 1 am. I had been talking to him for 2 hours.

I went to the bathroom quickly. Then started to analyze myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it somewhat.  I wiped my eyes, and re-applied my lip gloss. Realizing very quickly that I was way drunker than I anticipated. I took a deep breath opening the door to the bathroom. Looking up instantly greeted by Shawn leaning against the wall opposite me. Smirking down at me with the rosiest cheeks of them all, I guess he had a few too many too.

I grin up at him, as he slowly pushes himself off of the wall and closer to me. I walk backwards until my back hits the wall next to me, he boxes me in. One of his arms leaning on the wall just next to my head and the other slowly moving my hair behind my ear. Our breathing was heavy, and rushed. I slowly looked up at him, biting my lip knowing that once I made eye contact, I was fucked.

As soon as I did, his lips captured mine. Needy and passionate all at once. His lips fit between mine perfectly. His tongue peaks out to swipe across my lower lip, and I involuntarily moan in response. Taking his lower lip and trapping it between my teeth gently tugging. He pulls back, breathing so heavy, smiling down at me.

“Now, Just so were clear. I thought about doing this before I was drinking,” He chuckles before pulling me back to his lips. I smile into the kiss, making him laugh harder. He moves to my neck and starts placing kisses all along my jawline and under my ear. His hands grabbing my waist, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles along my hip bones. I moan into his ear, pulling him in closer by his shirt. We both jumped apart being interrupted by someone coughing to get our attention. Our heads turning towards the sound.

“Guys I’m closing up… so….” Tony politely tells us to get a room. We both straighten ourselves up before rounding the corner and seeing his group. Even though they knew damn well what was happening. Most of his friends are gone already but two are still waiting for him. He walks up to them, whispering something. They nod and gather their things and head for the door as Shawn walks back over to me.

I put my coat on and go to pay my tab, only to be told its already been taken care of. I roll my eyes as I turn to look at the curly headed boy. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders at me. So I just shook my head and let it be.

“Id like to walk you home if that’s okay.” He mumbles, stacking our empty glasses to make things easier on Tony.

“I guess that’s okay,” I smirk at him before telling Tony good night and heading for the door.

The wind was cold but the alcohol still coursed through my veins, warming me from the inside. Shawn held his arm out to me and I laced mine through it.

“You’re something special, Y/N” he announces, nudging me as we walked slowly to my place.

I nudged him back earning a throaty laugh, “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Seriously, so down to earth, and fucking hot. Doesn’t get better than that.”

We walk up the stairs and I start to put in my key, Shawn pauses unsure of what to do.

“Do you… want to come inside?”

“Yes. I do.” His cheeks getting even rosier, if that was possible.

We walk upstairs and I unlock the door, letting him walk in first. I turn around to lock the door, starting to tell him that I’m sorry if It’s a mess, but before I could get a word out he was there, pushing me against the wall.

His lips finding mine again. His hands cupping my face as his moves from side to side, kissing me from every angle. He moves back looking down at me, lust swirling through his eyes.

“I… uhm… are you okay with this?” He asks me looking serious for a moment.

I giggle, pulling his lips to mine, and kissing him hard. “Mhmm.” I mumble in the kiss.

His hands slide down my sides, then to the back side of my body. Slowly over my ass before grabs each cheek hard, making me moan into our kiss. He smiles as his hands make their way down to my thighs. He bends down slightly, and effortlessly picks me up. I feel his hard on pressing against me, I buck my hips against him needing the friction. This time making him moan into my mouth, making me smirk into our kiss. He starts walking me down my hallway. He finds a door and opens it walking into my bathroom, he instantly sets me down. His confused face making me realize that he had no fucking clue where he was going. I looked around, and looked back at him. We instantly both started dying of laughter.

“Down the hall, to the left.” I mumbled biting my lip, trying to keep from laughing any more.

“That’s helpful, thanks.” He laughs, bending over and lifting me up by my knees and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal as he spanks my ass, heading to the bedroom. Once there he reaches the bed and throws me onto it. I inch backwards, as he crawls on top of me. He pushes me down onto the bed, attacking my neck with his lips. Sucking and kissing, I was sure I would be covered in hickeys. His hand slowly finds its way under my shirt, sliding up and down my side. He pulled back to look down my body, I took the opportunity to push him flat on the bed. He lays on his back pulling me on top of him. My legs straddling his hips, he sits up pulling me as close as possible. Wrapping his arms around my waist as I grind into his hard on. His lips still marking their territory on my neck.

“I figured,” He breathes between the kisses he’s placing on my neck, “If we were both going to spend the night alone,” He pulls back finally kissing my lips once again, “we could be alone together.”

I smile into our kiss, his way with words had me reeling, I moan into his mouth telling him that I agreed whole heartedly. I reach down in between us as his teeth tug at my bottom lip, hungrily undoing the button on his jeans. As he starts to catch on I lift myself from his lap as he quickly slides his pants off. I sat back down, sliding his cock through my wetness.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me Princess,” He moaned into my ear instantly making me wetter. I reach into the nightstand at my bedside find a gold foil package. I rip open the packaging and I slide the condom onto him. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I slowly slid myself onto his swollen cock. I bite my lip hard as I watch his head fall back and his mouth hang open. My breathing quickens as I start to pick up my pace, finally adjusting to his size. His hands take purchase on my ass, grabbing as much as he could and pulling before he spanked the same spot.

“Feels… so fucking good,” I gasp as I rock my body back and forth rapidly, feeling myself getting closer to the edge.

“Mm, you’re close,” His lips find my nipples and start to suck gently before biting them, making me moan in pain and ecstasy, “not yet though, I want you on your knees,” he rasped, his voice dominant and strong and I instantly did as I was told. I pulled myself off of his cock, moaning in disappointment as I lose the feeling. I bend over in front of him on the bed, as he watches with lust filling his eyes. Something about his demeanor had changed and it was sexier than ever.

“Such a good girl,” He purred as he positioned him self behind me, his hand coming down hard on my ass once again making me scream in pleasure. He finally got close enough for him to slide his cock into me again, making me moan his name.

He starts slow, pulling my hips back towards him. I slowly start to slam my ass backwards onto him telling him I need more, as I do I hear an evil chuckle come from his lips.

“You need more Princess?” He asks as his hand glides up my spine, creating goosebumps all over.

“Yes please,” I moan, as my head gets buried farther into the mattress. His hand reaches the nape of my neck and I feel his fingers gently grabbing the messy pony tail at the back of my head. He tugs gently on the pony tail at first, making my back arch and my head pull backwards. Once he hears me moan he pulls harder and starts to slam his cock into me. The sounds of skin slapping skin, and my breathless moans fill the dark room.

His hand finds my shoulder as he pulls me back to him, so that my back was flesh against his chest. His cock still thrusting in and out quickly. His hands reach around my body, his right hand slides down to my clit and his left hand lightly wraps around my throat. As his fingers dance along my clit, I start to shake as he holds me still against him. His hand tightens around my throat as he moans into my ear.

“Cum for me Princess,” he begs into my ear as his fingers on my clit quicken, “cum all over this cock,” He demands, as I feel my muscles start to tighten around him. He feels it too because I hear his moans get louder. He pushes me down in front of him, grabbing my hips as he starts sliding himself as deep as possible. The change in position instantly bringing me to the edge.

I start to scream as I feel myself start to unhinge around him. He moans loud, as I feel his cock start to twitch, then I feel his thrust start to stagger as he finds his release too.

Sweaty and tired we both collapse onto the bed, he excused himself to bathroom so that he could clean himself up. As he does that I take the opportunity to put shorts and a t-shirt on. I stand at my dresser looking into he mirror that sits on top, brushing my hair. The alcohol that had made me confidant was slowly fading, and I started to wonder what was next.

Before I could start over thinking the situation, Shawn came back in the room with a bottled water handing it to me. He went back over to the bed and sat down, his feet over the side touching the floor. His boxers clung tight to his thighs and I could help but stare at the way his abdominal muscles flexed with every movement.

“Like what you see?” He giggles as he lays back on the bed, using his forearms to hold him up.

I raised my eye brows and nodded as I walked over to him, I could feel the rosy tint covering my cheeks. I placed myself between his knees looking down at him. His eyes slowly traveled up my body slowly, making my body warm once again. He slowly sat up then swiftly wrapped one arm under my legs and the other around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He moved my legs so that I was straddling him.

He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I started to lower my head closer to his, he grinned when he realized I was moving in for a kiss. He quickly slid his hand to the back of my head to pull me down to him quicker. His lips were on mine once again, but slower this time. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, but in a different way than before.

Finally he pulled away, so that he could leave wet kisses down my neck. Every touch was electrifying. We had already had sex but every touch was so addicting, I needed more of him.

“So,” He rasps between kisses, “you think I could sleep over?” his eyes peak up at me as he continues to peck my body.

My fingers playing with the soft curls at the back of his head gently, “Mhm, I think so.”

He tongue jets out to wet his bottom lip slowly, and I have to remind myself to inhale.

As I push him down to the bed, much more intimate than the first time, I get the feeling that this isn’t just a one night stand.

And I’m definitely okay with that. 

A/n: Hi guys! Sorry for the filth but I had a dream about this and needed to write it out. Anyway, Im writing a really cute and fluffy angsty pos story and im very excited about it. Im about 30,000 words into it and I want to finish it before I start posting. Look forward to it okay? In the mean time, request stuff one shots or imagines for me to write! :)))))) 

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Mudblood - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request:  can i get a oneshot where the reader is an extremely rare muggleborn in slytherin and draco likes her but he knows he cant so he bullies her about everything (mudblood, weight, etc) and one day he goes too far and tells her to die and then realises what hes done and finds you crying in the bathrooms and apologises profusely and confesses his love, love ur writing btw <33 - Anon

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing

A/N: I know this took me a while, but I hope this is what you were expecting

Y/L/N: Your last name Y/N: your name

Part 2

"Look here comes the Filthy mudblood!” Draco’s voice boomed as you made your way over to the Slytherin table. The whole house was giving you a dirty look as you sat down. You didn't bother to eat the feast in front of you even through your stomached growled for the food. All the roast chicken legs, juicy pork sausages, freshly cut vegetables, and-

“Oh, does the fatty not want to eat all the food this time? Try leaving some for the rest of us if you do!” Pansy cackled, joining Draco in his teasing.

The rest of the Slytherin table began to laugh along with Pansy. 

“How did she even get into Slytherin? She’s so ugly and from a family of muggles,” she continued, picking up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and flinging it at you.

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stormed out of the Dining hall. You wiped the food off of your, now dirty, robe and headed for the Slytherin common room.

It’s not fair. You don’t know why the sorting hat decided to put you in Slytherin, it’s not as if you can choose where you want to go. It’s absolutely ridiculous that you are getting bullied over something that was out of your control. 

Quickly trailing after you were Crabbe and Goyle just to get even more of a kick out of you.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” Crabbe shouted down the corridor. 

You ignored them and kept walking a bit faster. Why couldn’t they just leave you alone.

“Are you just gonna ignore me, Y/L/N? Get back here you filthy mudblood!” Goyle followed behind, smirking as his friend backed you into a corner. 

“Really, Crabbe? I didn’t think your brain was capable of such large words.” You spat and walked into your common room. You headed to your room and slammed the door closed, locking it, so they couldn’t barge into your room. They banged on the door of your room as you went and changed out of your robe.

“You’ve got a mouth on you today haven’t you Y/L/N? You’re a good-for-nothing mudblood Slytherin. You don’t deserve to be one of us. You aren’t and will never be one of us, you-”

You grabbed your wand and stormed to your door. You swung it open, pissed. 

“FUCK OFF!” you shouted, “Stupefy!” 

Both Crabbe and Goyle flew backwards, crashing into whatever came into contact with them. They laid on the floor knocked out. You huffed to yourself and slammed the door closed once more. 

You skipped over to your bed and grabbed your books. Sitting down, you began to flip through the pages studying for your Muggle’s Study test you had the next day.

The next morning, you walked down the halls, circles were barely noticeable under your eyes. You had stayed up all night re-reading your books just so you could pass. 

“Hey look, it’s that shit stain,” Draco’s voice rang, announcing to everyone in the corridor causing his followers to crack up laughing, you rolled your eyes and barged past him. Without paying attention you tripped over someone's outstretched leg. Your books went flying and you slammed on the ground. You winced slowly sitting up, rubbing the dirt off of your hands. And as expected the shrill laughs and vacant stares began to erupt.

"Why don’t you watch where you’re going, Mudblood! I mean really you are the stupidest person to ever walk this Earth, isn’t that right Drakey?” Pansy giggled, grabbing onto Draco’s arm, peering up at him. He rolled his eyes and shook her off of his arm. She huffed and crossed her arms, returning her gaze back to you.

“Is your weight keeping you from getting off of the floor and out of my way, or what? Move.” Draco sneered.

He'd always hated you, there was no reason, it was purely popularity and to be honest you hated him too. His words hurt you more than the pain he inflicted on yourself.

You collected your books and slowly stood up, getting into his face. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it was your friends to push me down in the first place,” you spat, jabbing your finger into his chest. All he did was look down on you and grin.

“Does, wittle-Y/L/N need a bottle?” Blaise teased.

“Get your hands off of Malfoy, you mudblood!” Crabbe shouted from Draco’s side and pushed you back, having you fall yet again flat on your back. You head throbbed from the impact of the stone floor. The pain made you want to cry, but you didn’t dare cry in front of them. They were only going to make it worse. You shakily sat up rubbing your head and pulled out your wand.

But before you could do anything, Goyle snatched your wand out of your hand and handed it to Draco. Draco gladly accepted it and put it in his robe pocket.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Draco smirked and walked around you.

You clenched your fists. Enough was enough.

“Draco Malfoy! Give me back my wand you gormless twit, or I will report you back to your father,” you glared. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, glaring at you. Soon enough, everyone around you bursted out into laughed as he let out a small chuckle and stormed up to you.

“You honestly think a nobody like you would be able to reach someone as famous as my father? You truly are pathetic!” he hissed, “I would gladly call him over to Hogwarts just so he can look at your pitiful, mudblood self. You are a disgrace to pure blooded Slytherin’s.”

Tears pricked in your eyes as he stared back at you.

“But by all means, call him. I’d love to see you make a fool of yourself. And while you’re at it, you mind as well go and kill yourself since that seems to be all that you’d be good for,” he spat.

You sucked in a breath as soon as his words left his mouth, you looked around as everyone was pointing fingers at you laughing. You took a few steps back as a single tear made its way down your face.Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. You turned and dashed down the corridors until you reached the girl’s bathroom. You threw yourself to the floor, bent forward where you sat on the floor and pressing your palms to the floor. You began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.

Moments seem to fly by like minutes. Soon enough, the door of the bathroom opened and in walked Draco. He followed the sound of your crying and stood a few feet away as you shook with sobs. It was painful for him to see you like this.

He had always liked you, but due to his reputation, he never could have let it shown. But this time, he knew he had taken it too far. Too far in telling you to kill yourself. The moment he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his chest dropped and immediately regretted what he said.

He slowly stepped forward and bend down near your crying figure. He softly put his hand on your back and you jumped at the sudden impact. You turned your head, with your watery eyes meeting his.

“NO!” you shouted through tears, and pushed him away, “Get away from me!”

Draco didn’t speak. He didn’t know what to say in a moment like this. Nothing he were to say would have made it better.

“I don’t know what you did, but why don’t you try apologizing to her?” Moaning Myrtle whispered into Draco’s ear. She then giggled and floated away, leaving Draco there with your vulnerable figure.

“Y/N,” Draco spoke grabbing onto you with more force this time, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.”

You didn’t respond and continued to push him away with your hand.

“F-Fuck off, Malfoy,” you sobbed.

He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He then lurched forward and pulled you in for a tight embrace. Initially, you fought against him, however he was a lot stronger than you. He held onto you muttering how sorry he was and how he didn’t mean it. Eventually, you gave in, crying on him. All he could do was embrace you and let the torrent of your tears to soak through his shirt. 

Draco could feel you clench your fists, not knowing whether you were to be mad or give up hope all together. He listened to you silently screaming, suffocating with each breath you took holding onto him. He ran his fingers through your hair, time and time again, in an attempt to calm the silent war within your mind.

You sobbed into his chest unceasingly. All he could do was hold you in silence, rocking you slowly as your tears soaked his chest. The mental pain you felt came in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths.

The moment Draco noticed you calming down, he pulled away and spoke, looking down at you.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” he spoke softly.

You laid there with your head on his chest. You didn’t look up at him, instead looked forward with your eyelashes heavy with tears. Without hearing your protests, he continued.

“I did not mean a thing I told you out there,” he began, “It’s all a facade I put up in front of my friends. I want you to know that. Yes, I tease you, but I don’t mean half of the things I tell you. I love you.”

You rolled your eyes and sat up, sniffing. You wiped your cheeks with your hands and peered into his eyes. 

“Stop messing around, Malfoy,” you frowned, “I’m not going to fall for your shenanigans anymore.”

He shook his head and took your hands into his. He brought up your knuckles to his mouth and kissed them. A breath hitched in your throat as you gazed at him.

“I mean it, Y/N. I’m sorry that I let things go as far as they have today,” he continued, “I love you. That means I would defend you with my life even if the odds were insurmountable. I will be there to comfort you in the difficult and painful times.”

“And how am I supposed to believe you? Do you even know a thing about love,” you mumbled. 

“Love is not a concept for sheep, for sheep run at the first sign of fear; it is a concept for lions. I do love you,” he finished.

You didn’t know what to think.

Was this real?

Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip. It settled there and pulled you closer. Inhaling sharply, you were pressed against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. 

You put your hand against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead left it there. His breathing quickened as did yours. His head angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours. You watched as he slowly leaned in, surprised to find your own lips slightly parted. His lips brushed yours. Not innocently, like a tease but passionate and demanding. 

He pressed his lips softly to yours. Your lips molded into his as he kissed you with passion. Your hand traveled through his blonde hair to the back of his neck. Draco then firmly pushes his lips onto yours, hungrily, but pulled away before it became too heated. His silver eyes met yours.

“I forgive you,” you whispered.

“Well isn’t this cute!” Moaning Myrtle, spoke, ruining the moment. You both turned to look at her. Her smile faded into a thin line. “Fine, I’ll go.” She dramatically floated away, crossing her arms.

“I really do mean it, Y/N. I am truly sorry for everything that has happened,” he apologized. He then lowered his hand into his pocket and pulled out your wand. “I believe this belongs to you.”

Your fingers wrapped around your wooden wand and put it to the side. “Thank you,” you lightly smiled and looked back at him, “But do tell your friends to lay off otherwise I will have to curse them to oblivion.”

He let out a chuckle, looking to the side, and then back at you. “I don’t know, I kind of would like to see that,” he joked. 

You punched his arm.

“Kidding, kidding,” he defended and wrapped his arms around you, “I will.”

He leaned forward once more and reconnected your lips. You smiled into the kiss pulling him closer.

He wasn’t as bad as you had originally perceived him to be.

-

@nathaliabakes

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Work Place Romance - Power

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Thomas Hewitt Relationship: Thomas/reader Request: Can you do a smutty part two for work place romance AN: pure smut and I don’t care Part one: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/184509676114/work-place-romance You sat at your desk, trying to focus on the documents you were typing up but failing. Your mind kept wondering back to the man downstairs. standing abruptly from your place, you were unable to stop your legs as you walked through the factory with pay cheques in your hand. You threw them onto everyone’s work bench, not caring what happened to them because you just wanted an excuse to see Thomas. He was, as always, in one of the back rooms working. No one really spent any time on their own with him, so when you entered the room and closed the door you knew no one would come in. Thomas was covered in blood, right up his arms and past his elbows. You knew it was twisted, but you couldn’t help but feel more turned on over it. “hey.” You smiled, placing the last slip of paper to the side as you walked up to him. You made sure to sway your hips a little more when you walked and Thomas definitely noticed. Today, you had wore a white blouse with a black cardigan and a tight pencil skirt that you knew would be driving him wide. On the drive in, his hand hadn’t left your lap the entre time and you noticed his budge when you grabbed your purse from the footwell. Plus, it was too hot for tights today. Thomas tilts his head to the side, silently asking why you had come here in the middle of the day as he pulled the apron off his torso. Well, it was 3.30pm, but it still wasn’t common for you to leave the office. A soft blush raises to your cheeks as you look away from him. You couldn’t exactly say “ive been fanaticising about fucking you and now im worked up and needy”, now could you? Not that Thomas would mind. The last 6 months had been some of the best months of your life. Ever since that first kiss, you had fallen completely in love with the butcher. His family welcomed you with open arms but they were the only ones who knew about the romance. Thomas came over to your house the night before last, but last night you had had to sleep alone and you hated it. Although you were sure he felt the same judging by the kiss he had given you this morning. “I-erm, I had to see you.” You confess, knowing it was a half truth but not a lie. Thomas stepped closer, pulling down his mask as he frowns in confusion. He obviously thought something was wrong. you felt yourself melt under his concern gaze. Sweet as always, you found yourself unable to resist him anymore. moving quickly, you wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him deeply. Thomas froze for a moment, unable to believe anyone would ever just throw themselves at him but he quickly kissed back. You felt him begin to move his arms when you pulled back. “No, you cant touch me.” You suddenly stated, earning a look from Thomas that reminded you of a kicked puppy. But you smiled and stepped back to gesture at his hands. “If you touch me, you’ll get blood on me and everyone will see.” You explain. Thomas looks down, studying his hands but nods nonetheless, understanding your reasoning. An evil plan hatches in your mind as your eyes fall on a chair at the back of the room. Pressing your hands on his chest, you guide him backwards until his heels hit the chair legs and he instantly sat down. His eyes were on your own, silently questioning what you were doing but he was just as excited to find out. he liked this. The thrill it offered. Leaning forward so you were an inch from his face, you smirk a little. “keep your hands by your side.” You tell him and, when he nods in return, you kiss him softly. pulling up your skirt so it was around your hips, you straddle your secret lover. Your skirt was way too tight to ever allow you to do this without it ripping. Thomas instantly buckled his hips up to meet your own and he could feel the heat of your body through his clothes. Locking your arms around his neck, you press your whole body against his as you grind softly. Thomas wines as he clutches the bottom of the seat and fought against his desires to touch you. Your cheeks were on fire as you grind against him, moaning against his lips as you felt his member pressing against your needy clit. You tried to rub against it, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, and so did he. “Fuck.” You growled through gritted teeth as you pulled back, your fingers digging into his shoulder. Thomas’ eyes were staring at you with such desire you though you might cum there and then. Until you heard your name being called over the tannoy. There were no cameras in here, so the boss probably just needed you. you let out a frustrated moan as you sat panting on his lap. “Come to my office when you finish?” You try to ask Thomas, but it came out more like you were pleading with him. But he nodded, his jaw tense as you stood up. You smirk as he stands pulling his apron back on to cover his now rock hard dick. As you pull your skirt back down, you also pull down your panties while hes not looking. Walking up to him, you press a kiss to his cheek as you press the small bundle into his hand. By the time hes able to glance down at them, you had slipped out of the room. Thomas raises the material to his face and inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. He couldn’t wait for finishing time. --------------------time skip ---------------- The second the clock struck 5, Thomas was at your office, his hands and arms clean once again. but he knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything to everyone left, so he sat in his corner. The fact he knew you were sitting there, without panties, was driving him insane with desire. You saw him clutching the edge of his seat. You watched as everyone left, causally getting up to double check and when you saw no one was here, you went back to your office and close the door. Turning, you smirked when you realised Thomas had cornered you against your door. “Everyone gone. Its just us.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled down his mask. His arms wrapped around your waist as he bend down to kiss you. but there was something a little more different about this kiss. Something more… lustful. Thomas was first to pull away, leaving you whining for more as he grabbed your hands and pulled you to your desk. You were about to question him when he turned you around and bent you over the desk. following his orders without question, you felt a rush of lust run through your body as his hands ran up your back, along your shoulder and down your arms in a mirrored fashion. When he got to your hands, he placed the firstly on the desk, either side of your head with clear instruction. Keep them there. You nodded, biting down hard on your lip. Wiggling a little, you brushed against Thomas as he leaned over you. Thomas let out a grunt as his attention and hands retreated down your lower back and to your ass. He grabbed your ass in both his hands, squeeze almost painfully as he ground himself against you. you moaned as his hands trailed down the side of your thighs to the edge of the skirt and pulling it up like you had done earlier. He pushed the skirt until it was around your waist, his hands grabbing your rear once again but this time skin on skin. You instantly stepped to spread your legs for him, your heels offering the perfect angle along with the desk. Thomas groaned as one of his hands ran down to your sex. A thick digit swiped against your wet slip and sensitive clit making you moan softly. he stepped back and knelt behind you. you felt his breath against your sex as you couldn’t help but smile. You wanted him, this, so badly. He leaned forward and you felt his tongue press against your clit before slowly moving to your slip and pushing inside. “Thomas.” You moaned, your legs basically shaking as he slowly made his way between pressing wet kisses to your clit and plunging his tongue into your opening. “fu-fuck.” You gasped, arching your back as you tried to press harder against him until you felt him pull back as he stood up. His hands left your body and you heard him undoing his belt and trousers. They fell to his ankles along with his boxers as he wrapped his hand around his thick cock. His other hand settled on your lower back, keeping you in place as he brushed the head against your slit. Instantly, you buckled your hips but he pulled back. You glanced over your shoulder and that shit eating grin told you exactly what you were in for. He was teasing you, tormenting you for what you had done to him earlier. “Please?” you whined, deciding to play along with him. “I need you.” You felt his body shiver at the words, knowing there were a weakness for him. You felt him press his head back against your slit. Both his hands grabbed your waist, holding you in place as he slowly pushed inside you. it was painfully slow as he filled you completely, staying buried fully inside you as you tried to wriggle against him. “So good.” You moaned, your nails digging into the wood of your desk as you felt him slowly pull out and thrust back in. His trusts were slow but hard, enough to get you going but not enough to make you cum. “You’re cruel.” You gasp as he fills you again and again, looking back at him as you pout out your lower lip. He smirked at you, enjoying the dominance he had over you, and how willing you were to give it to him. But it did make him go faster. His hips buckle against your own as his finger dug into you sides. This side of him made your inside flip as he fucked you on your desk. Thomas was normally loving and gentle during sex, never using his strength or power over you, but you could certainly get use to this. Thomas froze, buried fully inside you. you were about to moan and ask why he stopped when you heard it. Two people were speaking. “Just grab your keys quickly!” One snapped to the other from outside the door and you heard someone jogging along the corridor. but you were too lost in lust to care. “Don’t stop.” You begged Thomas in a hushed voice as you tried to grind against him as you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes looked down at you as if to make sure you were okay before he continued his pace. You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips until his hand clamped over your mouth. He pulled you up so your back was arched but your head was nearly against his chest. You had to keep your mouth open, trying to keep your breath as you moans were muffled by his hands. Something like this could certainly get you both fired, but you were so lost in lust for him that you didn’t care. And neither did Thomas. He used his other hand to reach in front of you and pull open your blouse, a few buttons pinging off across the room. You gasped as he pulled down your bra to expose your breasts. He took your right breast in his hand and squeezed it, sending a shock through your body as you reached up. He thought you were about pull his hands off you, tell him he had gone to far. But you didn’t. One of your hands reached up over you to his head and buried itself in his hair. The other grabbed the wrist of his hand which covered your mouth. He was about to let go but you kept it in place, doing it more for leverage than anything else. You panted, his hips slamming against your own as you heard footsteps walking back. “is [y/n] away?” One of the workers called to the other. “Must be. She looked really red faced earlier.” The other replied and then you heard a knock on the door. You felt your heart hammering against your chest as you stared at the door. If they walked in here, they would see you, bent over the desk with your blouse ripped opened as Thomas Brown Hewitt fucked you from behind. His hands crushed over your mouth and squeezing your right breast as you almost suffocated. And you fucking loved it. Glancing at Thomas, you saw he was staring at the door as well and was thinking the exact same thing. He wanted them to walk in and see him with you. he wanted them to know how you had came to him, needy and desperate earlier because no one else could satisfy you but him. he wanted them to walk in and see you cum because he fucked you like no one else could. He wanted them to see you take all his seed when he came deep inside you. It was too much for you. Your walls clenched around him as you came, hard. Your whole body filled with pure and utter pleasure you finally got the release you had been searching for all day. And the second Thomas felt you orgasm, he followed, spilling his seed into you as you pulsed around him. “She must have been sick.” You heard one of them say to the other. The footsteps walked away from the door and you heard the two men leave through the front door. Once they were gone, Thomas let go of your mouth and you panted for air. Falling forward, you just managed to catch yourself on your hands as you moaned and gasped. Thomas pace a hand either side of you as he tried to hold himself up. Both of you were a mess. But Thomas was scared he had gone too far. He quickly pulls up his trousers and stepped back from you as you push yourself up. You pull down your skirt and pull your bra back up although your blouse wasn’t salvageable right now. You could replace the buttons when you got home. Turning, you saw Thomas staring at you in fear. But he saw the smile on your lips and relaxed. “Wow.” You giggle, jumping up on your desk and lying back so your head was hanging off the edge. “That was incredible.” Thomas couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he walked back to you. He presses soft kisses against your chest as a silent apology for the torn blouse. You giggle as you look back to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. When he looks up, you kiss his lips. This time, it was a soft and loving kiss. “well-“ You begin to sit back up and Thomas steps back to allow you some room. “-Since everyone will think I left early, how about we head back to mine for round two?” You wink at him as you speak and he instantly smirks. this was certainly something you were interested in exploring a little more of with him. This strange power play, which made your head spin. He could dominate your body completely then submit to you a moment before. When you told him not to touch you before, he had complied. And when you gave him complete control, he had certainly delivered. And he seemed to enjoy both, as you had.

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